HOT MAMA!

This last weekend I was browsing the local stores. I saw a cute shirt and thought, "I want to try that." I noticed that it was in the plus size section of the store. Oh well, I still view myself as overweight no matter how much I tell myself I am not. I have bought clothes in that section a time or two and had it fit nicely. Much to my disapproval. So I found what I thought was my size. It was the smallest one I could find. I took the shirt into the fitting room. Turned around to look at the mirror and thought to myself, "This shirt is HUGE on me." It looked horrid because it was supposed to be somewhat form fitting and it just draped on me. As awful as this shirt was, I stood there with a smile on my face because I have officially been ousted from ever having to shop in that section of the store again. No offense is intended, but I have worked so hard at getting my nice body back that this was a confirmation to me of my accomplishment. Proud, I went over to the regular sized section and found a somewhat sexy shirt that was gorgeous. I automatically picked up the Extra Large size. Tried it on, and sure enough, it was too big. So I down graded. I think I have finally got it through my skull that I really am no longer overweight. I still have a bit of work to do, but I have been slacking lately and seeing that my figure is returning and on its way out from where it has been hiding has given me that shove I needed to "git-r-done." I have also now got it in my head that exercise is fun. Feeling the burn and the sweat is awesome, cause it puts me one step closer. And to top it off, I had to show my ID that same day, the guy behind the counter said, "No way, you don't look that old!" Didn't know if I should punch him or propose marriage.

That was just a BLAST!!!

Yesterday will go down as one of my most unfavorable days in my life. It started out crummy, with just little things going wrong. Not fair cause it was my 11 year wedding anniversary. I made plans to go play with my friend Asia in St. George with our kids. We were going to take the kids to a splash pad for some water fun. Tom was busy all day so it wasn't going to be much fun here. Got the kids in their swimsuits, I put on mine and threw on my Broncos boxers and a tank and flip flops and we were OFF!!! I was heading down the road and got into the Black Ridge, about the half way point between Cedar and St. George. I noticed a little board or something like that that came out from underneath the car in front of me. I didn't have time to go around, and, it was just a board right? Shortly afterward I heard a thud sound repeatedly underneath me. I was pretty sure I had a flat. *SIGH* I pull over at the Pintura exit and got out and inspected my damage. Sure enough the right front tire was flat. GREAT! I called my Dad to see if he could come help. And called Asia to tell her I wouldn't make it. My Dad said he would head up. It occurred to me that I had taken auto shop in college and I could definitely change the tire myself. So I got out, and retrieved the jack in the back of the van and walked around to get started. Then I noticed a hissing sound and the back tire was going flat too. Needless to say I said a few bad words, luckily my kids were in the van. I got back in the car and called my Dad again, he was really going to have to come help me now. I couldn't get a hold of Tom, and I needed someone that could carry everyone in one vehicle. My Dad wasn't exactly thrilled either, and that back tire was brand new. DAMN IT!!! He and my Mom came up and my Dad removed my tires and threw them in the back of his truck. My kids were not really happy that they were missing their play date, but this was an adventure, and my folks and I were doing our best to stay calm. In the middle of nowhere in Southern Utah heat. Thank goodness I had filled up my over sized coke mug with ice water. We all loaded up into my Dad's extended cab truck and went as quickly as we could to St. George since it was Saturday and all the auto shops would close up early. We got to Big-O tires and while my Dad stayed there to get things taken care of, my Mom and I took the kids to their house so they could have some fun and be out of the way. I quick changed my clothes and went back to Big-O where they were finishing up. They were able to patch up the back tire, but the front tire was ruined. So I needed one new tire. Go to pay and I had forgotten my debit card, they don't take checks. Wonderful, and thank you Dad. (Yes I did pay my folks for the tire ugh!). My Dad and I then went back to Pintura and my Dad put the tires on the van and I headed to St. George. That is just exactly how I wanted to spend my day, my anniversary! PFFFTTTHHH!! However, things calm down quickly in my world and we went to eat at Golden Corral. While there I was looking at the buffet, a fella who had been sitting at the table behind us came up to me and said, "Excuse me, but I just want to tell you that your kids are beautiful. And they are so well behaved." I said, "MY KIDS?!?" He said, "Yes, especially for them being in such a busy public place, they have been so great." I thanked him with a smile and told my kids what had happened and that I was proud of em. Maybe I am doing a thing or two right. :o)