wake up call

So I had one of those moments the other day

when I went to the doctor to get some antibiotics to rid me of my ick.

The cute lil' nurse practitioner led me to the scale

(which is the best part of every doctor visit)

and I was smacked upside the head with the number that popped up.

That can't be right.

There is no way that this number is me.

I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream.

I wanted a brownie.

I AM FAT.

I AM OVERWEIGHT.

I HAVE NO CONTROL.

I am heavier than I have ever been in my entire life, even while pregnant.

I am heavier than probably all three of the family members in my house put together.

I am heavier than a few of the contestants on 'The Biggest Loser'.

In three months I will be forty, and I can't live the way I have been living for the last 40. Something has got to change. Starting now. Not tomorrow. Not next month. Now.

Now.

the good, the bad, and the alpaca

the bad: I have a sinus infection

the good: antibiotics, baby!

the good: I took a 3 1/2 hour nap yesterday

the bad: it followed Evan's 7:40 AM soccer game

the really bad: only 6 kids showed up, and they got killed.

the good: Tracey & Greg are coming over today.

the good: My Dad & Carol are coming over today.

the bad: We are watching football all day.

the good: Bart has Friday & Monday off.

the bad: Bart has Friday & Monday off. (just kidding honey)

the bad: it's about 12* outside.

the good: I don't need to be outside.

the good: it's beautiful and I love it.

the bad: I didn't leave enough yarn to finish it and had to frog it TWICE.

the alpaca:

the bad: one of the cats is sick

the good: took Ben to the vet with little trouble (you'd be surprised...)

the bad: I have to pill him twice a day for a week.

the good: wrapping him up in a blankie and getting this photo!

And now I'm off to the grocery store so that we have food to feed the guests!

Have a good Sunday. Stay Warm!

Happy Friday!

I have a doctor's appointment today at 2 pm, so naturally I'm feeling a little better. Or at least I think I am. My face isn't hurting the way it did for the past few days, and I can actually taste a bit, which is nice. Nothing is more disappointing than needing to eat because your tummy is growling, but knowing that you won't taste a bite. It sucks.

I'm sure to spend several boring hours waiting to be told that I have an infection, here's your antibiotic, see ya. I can't wait.

I'm going to meet my friend Jan this morning for expensive coffee and cheap conversation (her words). Two friends in one week! Dang, I am popular.

She doesn't know but I will be bringing this lovely little piece with me :

It's a beautiful little ruffle edged scarf made from baby alpaca, which may just be the softest thing on earth. The picture doesn't do justice to the color either. It's remarkable. Who knew baby alpacas came in so many hues?
And here is Savannah, who came to investigate the shooting of the yarn. She is so pretty. And she hates to be photographed. Ha!

Have a great day!

The fashion police have been alerted...

I'm risking death by posting this.

It's a good thing she doesn't know my blog address.

Here's my beautiful daughter, Emma. She is criminally infashionable. She may even be fashionably insane. It's that bad.

In this particular photo, she is wearing a bathing suit, red sweatpants, and brown faux-leather knee high boots. I find it necessary to add that the tags are still on the suit.

When she was a toddler, she love to throw on half her clothes and play dress up. We laughed at her wacky combinations, saying how much we would miss her sense of style as she grew up.

Apparently she hasn't grown out of that phase. Maybe she never will.

I'm trying my best to guide her into making good choices without coming off as the overbearing mother who picks out her 10 year old's clothes daily. I think we are making progress, and then she choses to wear this. All day. Sigh.

Yesterday during Evan's soccer practice we ran up to Plato's Closet to return the jeans I had bought her. No refunds, only exchanges, so we had to browse thru the store to find $33 worth of something to take home. She doesn't need any shirts, but these are so much easier to shop for. She can conceivably wear a juniors size small or medium, because they are making the tops so short & snug (don't even get me started), they fit a 10 year old frame perfectly. This is so not right, but not the topic at hand.

We ended up taking home 3 shirts, all of which are very cute, stylish, and way too grown up for her. One was Juicy Couture. I kid you not. Very cute & sporty, not at all slutty. But still.

Today she paired up this green/green striped low cut hoodie with a purple tank (with beading on the top), brown denim Limited Too pants, and tennis shoes.

The sarcastic person in me wanted to scream "MY eyes! My eyes!", but I was kind and just told her she was very colorful today. And then I sprinted out of the room.

I know I am not a fashionista. I don't claim to be. I love my Uggs, my Crocs, my Life is Good tees and my hoodies. But I am not a 10 year old girl in the harsh world of 5th grade. I don't want the other kids to start picking on her and lowering her self esteem.

Is there a fashion camp nearby?

And don't even get me thinking about her hair.

test

beep beep beep beep....

this is a test. It's only a test.

If this had been an actual emergency, you would be directed on how to proceed.

Now back to our regularly scheduled program.

it's late.

It's late and I am the only one not sleeping.

I wish I were sleeping, because I still feel crummy and

I have umpteen things I want to do tomorrow.

I think the trifecta of a 2 hour nap, American Idol try-outs, and not knitting have left me wide awake, yet unmotivated to actually do anything.

I'm sure the three doses of non-drowsy daytime cold medication haven't helped my cause.

I was reading; reading a great book, in fact. Eat, Pray, Love. Right now I am in an Ashram in India, trying to get my mind to quiet down so that I can have a transcendental meditative breakthough. And just like the author, I can't get it to slow down. So I figured I had better get up and stop willing myself to sleep, because it's not gonna happen.

So, what's on my mind?

-thinking about going downtown tomorrow to have lunch with Bart, and maybe stopping into City Knits. I've never been and really want to see it. I also want to pop into Pure Detroit, which seems to be closed every time I go to the Ren Cen.

-I've had a headache all day, so I'm pretty sure I have a massive sinus infection. Since August I have been taking meds to stabilize the debilitating headaches I was getting way too frequently. I haven't had any pain for 4 months. Today I had non-stop pain. And pressure. Time to suck it up and go to the doctor, I suppose.

-I spent a few hours with Kim today, and one of the things we did was go to Lifetime Moments.

Haven't shopped for scrap supplies in a long while. (Haven't scrapped in a long while either). Now I have an overwhelming urge to play with paper and pictures and words.

-I have a clock that I am going to alter for this challenge, and have been playing around with the how in my mind. How to physically put it together, and how to decorate it. My creative muscles have been underused lately. It's a struggle.

-I'm frustrated by the picture options on Blogger. I know there has to be a way to do the things I want to do, yet I can't seem to work it out.

-I need to get my scanner in working order again. After I upgraded to Leopard it hasn't worked, and I have some things I want to scan. It should be easier than it is. I should be able to fix it.

-I'm going to make a fancy header if it's the last thing i do.

Okay, maybe I can sleep now.

Cross your fingers.

ugh

sick.

tired.

achy.

coughing up green.

must.fight.illness.

I'll take my do-over tomorrow, thank you.