Random Thoughts

I often stop at Starbucks on my way in to work…wait, who am I kidding. Every morning I stop at Starbucks on my way in to work for my Iced Venti Nonfat, 4 Splenda Iced Coffee with Milk (yes even in January). Then I walk 4 blocks to my office. I don’t take that first sip of my beverage until I get in the elevator. Why?

Last night I left myself a voicemail at work to remind me to do something that I knew I would forget to do. I was very pleasant and even ended with a goodbye. I’m kind of surprised I also didn’t wish myself a Good Day.

I love it when I add the brown sugar to my oatmeal and it immediately starts to caramelize.

Did you know that the term “Chick Lit” is an official subject heading in the Library of Congress. Trust me, I know, I work in a library.

I really hate those annoying rubber boot that are all the rage. I don’t know why, I just do.

I also really really hate the little paperclip tray on the Xerox machine. It’s always full of paperclips. God knows how many seconds I waste sorting those little fuckers back in to their respective bins on the shelf. Although on a lighter note, I really really really love Mr. Xerox. Your invention rocks! The machine at work does everything except make my Iced Venti Nonfat, 4 Splenda Iced Coffee with Milk.

I think I’m going to start speaking with British slang. I mean who doesn’t love the words bollocks and shag and bugger and that’s all I can think of right now.
And yes, I have been reading a lot of Brit Chick Lit lately.

For the next 24-36 hours, The Hubby is going to torture me with Rush Hashanah...Thanks a lot VH1.

Shana Tova
S

It's A New Day!

Late last week I was walking to the train, thinking about that fact that next summer is my 40th birthday, when I started doing the math. (The Big One had me calculating how many days we had all been alive yesterday…how bizarre. Strange math must run in the family.

BTW, I’m something like 14,315 days old, but whose counting.)

In 40 weeks, 3 day I will turn 40 years old.

Holy Shit…I’m gonna be 40.

Then I started thinking about how I want to lose weight. Because honestly I’m tired of being fat. I told The Hubby (yeah, I said TOLD), that since he wouldn’t let me buy in to the White Sox season ticket package at work, he had to buy me a treadmill. (I know, I’m not sure how I went from Sox tickets to exercise equipment either, but there you go.)

So, I’ve set a goal. I think it’s attainable.

I want to lose 40 lbs by the time I turn 40.

1 pound a week.

Easy, right????

Starting today, I am going to channel my inner Bridget Jones and start a diary. Okay, not total Bridget Jones. I’m not going to whine about how much I loathe/love Mark Darcy (although I do kinda love me some Mark Darcy)

and keep track of how many cigarettes I smoked each day, as I don’t smoke, but you get the idea. A food diary. Maybe if I keep track of the crap I’m eating it will encourage me to stop eating it. Damn you french fries!!!!

So, here goes:

Week 1 – 

Weight : ... yeah right you didn’t actually think I was going to post my weight did you…I’m fat not stupid.

Total Weight Loss : ... Give me a break today is only the first day.

Have a great week!
S

Proud Mama

Our Saturday afternoon began like this...

It ended like this....

The tradition continues. The Hubby joined The Big One in the annual trek to Cubby Bear North to participate in the St. Baldricks event sponsored by the Lincolshire Riverwoods Fire Department.

I couldn't be prouded of my men.

My Little Enrique?!?

Last week The Little One and I were talking about school and how his day went and about his friends when out pops, “Anna sure is beautiful.” I giggled like the good mom I am and said, “Oh yeah?” and then the conversation was over. A couple of days later we were once again discussing his day and I asked if he got to see the beautiful Anna. He said yes. Then I asked him if Anna was his girlfriend. To which he replied...

“Well…she is hot. But, no she’s not my girlfriend.”

Thanks Hubby…this one is all yours.