Sunday Funday

I have always been known for my very vivid dreams. Even in high school my friends awaited my daily dish on my dreams. It's like watching a movie every night, no joke. Every once in a while I do wake up disturbed though. That happened this morning. My dream went a little like this:
I was in a room awaiting some sort of news. It couldn't have been good for my mother didn't come in the room, but awaited in the hallway near a candy dish nervously. Some photographer came out and I instantly got the heebie jeebies from the darkness in his eyes. Something spoke deep in to me as in an instant him and three cronies came at me. I panicked, fighting them off then shanked one with a butter knife. I ran...Hunger Games fear style. In an open field surrounded by barbed wire I saw the only way out was to ride one of the pigeons......are you still with me? I know this shit is crazy. So watching the people riding the pigeons one fellow let go accidentally and SPLAT. He gone. Well I must have made it because next thing I knew I was in a place of business talking with an ex boyfriend from high school who turned out to be a midget. Thank God I finally woke up. Do you feel like that story just stole minutes from your life too?

After waking up made a big breakfast for the family complete with eggs, sausage and hashbrowns. It was mildly appreciated and marginally edible. Cooking well is a skill I lack. It also cleared out any groceries we had left. Our fridge seriously looks like it belongs in Lowes as a display model. Unfortunately we are broke. MC Hammer broke. We are patiently waiting for a call from one of my husbands customers for payment. I promise he isn't a drug dealer. He owns his own cleaning business. Watching TV to pass the time we see a Bud Light commercial with Pitbull. I remark as he flashes a smile that I am sure he isn't waiting on $150 to go purchase Hamburger Helper and peanut butter.  Now, we continue to wait. Him patiently, me not so much as a work day comes tomorrow leaving me no time to grocery shop.
Any one else in the same boat? We could use someone to help us paddle the oars.......

OOPS...I did it again!

I swore to myself after stepping on the scale after Christmas I would clean up my act. I am not alien to the world of weight loss. In fact, my first 'healthy eating change' (AKA FAT KID DIET) started when I was a few years younger than my daughter is now. That was until I went to Walgreen's at lunch today. It started off innocently enough. I browsed through the front cosmetic section display of 50% off items. I debated on a silver sparkle zippered pouch but decided against it. I sniffed the manly colognes and opted for the Playboy New York cologne set for my husband's birthday in early January. It made me weak in the knees just smelling it and imagining it on him....rawrrrr. So why.....why would I have taken the left turn for the candy aisle instead of basking in the thought of my husband in smelly goodness? I suppose I wanted a sign, from God, The Candy God, myself....who knows. There they were. Like food porn. I couldn't look away and decided indulging in one more bag couldn't hurt, eh? Dammit. In that moment I could have remembered what it felt like years ago to be extremely overweight and unhappy. Alas, I sit here....on my ass.....getting ready to open the naughty little bag and enjoy one serving. Or maybe two. ;)

Feels like the first time...probably because it is.....

Not really sure how to start one of these things off....I Googled it but to me it seemed so....mehhh bleehh. So I am going to write to you as if I am speaking to you person to person. Screw journalistic writing, I failed it in high school anyway.

Here it is Day 2 of being back to work still suffering from 'After Christmas-itis'. The weight of finding the perfect present and making sure the house is in tip-top shape has subsided only to be replaced with a heavy feeling in my heart. I feel totally guilty as I phoned the husband to check in on the kids' well being. I was in a meeting at work and didn't think about them for thirty minutes. Surely that means I am a horrible mother, right? Probably not. He is, of course, overwhelmed. I would love to be home overwhelmed, instead I sit here at work underwhelmed sounding like a whiny brat to all of you.

I am taking advantage of the down time at work, though. I used my Kohl's Cash to purchase two Christmas gifts for family next year and used my Kohl's Gift Card to purchase four new shirts for my son's birthday in May. Look at me, all proactive and stuff. I did have a moment where I sat and thought....remember the days where you received a gift card and used in on yourself? Not trying to be a martyr here or anything but damn...those were the good ol days.

Well, the lunch bell is a dinging and this Momma is h-u-n-g-r-y!