Boobs

are a huge problem. Huge dammit. Actually my body is a huge problem. I went looking for suits today. My bottom fits in a size 32. I have no ass and hips. I also fit in a size 38. I have breasts and am..... I guess wide. The girl at the shop told me with the boobs I should get big straps. Like this.

I like this much better. Of course I like things that cost more. This costs more. This I could wear at the beach. Of course I could wear the above at the beach, but I'm liking the sporty look.

So that's the Friday post. I'm actually going to Happy Hour tonight with my husband. The same bar we met in. Which is cool. It was that or he was going to the Oyster Eat

and yes that picture pretty much sums it up. Add about 1,500 more guys in flannel shirts, camo like clothes, the stench of raw oysters, egg salad lined teeth, brewery smell and the occasional farts of 1,500+ men.

He must really love me, because he hasn't missed one of these since we were married.

Hey one of those guys is actually cute.

yahoo

awesome swim this morning.

I took David to his lessons and while he cried for 30 minutes I swam for 25 of them. When you are underwater you can't even hear your son cry. Sweet. I've moved from 100s to 150s in freestyle. 50s of breastroke in btwn. One 10 lap freestyle and a 50 sprint. Flip turns thrown in when I felt like it. Some of the flip turns were bad. I know this because instead of staying even I ended up downish. Make sense? I'm working on it. I even beat the man next to me who was the flipturn king.

Now I'm looking for a new suit. Fitness suits are 50% more expensive than competition suits. Fitness suits are pretty ugly. Kinda for the ladies that want more of "brief" bottom than a "baywatch" bottom. I prefer the "Baywatch" bottom, b/c it makes you look thinner and not so old personish.

Music

Scene: The bus stop.

My 7 year old son is singing "American Idiot". I tell him to stop. "but mom it's on my ipod." My neighbor (who I hate) asks who sings American Idiot (she's one of those "old" moms .... not in age mind you, just in general) I explain that it's one of my running songs and it's by Green Day. I get the "oh"-roll your eyes look.

It's time for a new ipod for mom. Mine is corrupted so I use the children's. They are getting used to "mom" music. Which in a way can be good. I'm quite eclectic with my music tastes. While at home it's jazz on all the time. Love. It. Though, not so much for running.

The ipod score can go like this:

AC/DC. Yes I drove a white firebird with t-tops and Angus Young blaring out of the stereo. I was THAT cool!
Grateful Dead. Yes I had the shirts, the homemade tapes, the long skirts and did all the stuff that came with being a deadhead.
Lynard Skynard-Stairway to Heaven is a great way to start a run. Also brings back bad high school dances, eyelash curlers, and melted on eyeliner memories.
Prince. Yes I was in a sorority and danced to Prince while drunk. I partied like it was 1999 for years.
KC and the Sunshine Band. My first K-Tel album. I think "Run Joey, Run" (this was a hit?) and "Seasons in the Sun" (always cried) was on that album.
Elton John. Was super into biking in college. Had the whole album downloaded onto my WALKMAN and rode my bike all over the country.
Violent Femes. Is there a cooler song than Blister on the Sun? I think not.
Rap Music. We don't say the "n" word in this house, but it's on my ipod. "lil john song. It's a very bad song, but let me tell...it will get your ass moving in mile 10.
Country Music. Ahhhh..... that would be a big fat n.o. NO.

There are some other explicit songs/verses on the 'ole ipod. I'm pretty careful and the rap is off. American Idiot does have swear words in it though. Yep I think it's time to fork over the $60 for another shuffle, and be a better mom for it.

Avoidance and blogging

I'm avoiding a friend on mine. Which doesn't say much for the type of friend I am does it?

Like me she works part-time. We have the same day off. She called the other day and wanted to get together. I made up some lame excuse about going to the vet, car issues, swim team etc. One of the last times I had her and her children over for a playdate it went on for hours. They would NOT leave. Our other friends that came left at a reasonable time. She did not. I don't think she likes spending time with her children. One is special needs and the other is a recent adoption. I know she loves them. I think she is bored with the idea of sitting home with them. I have my ideas about why she adopted a child, but it is not a nice idea. She wants to hang out with me and mine for a minimum of 4 hours. I don't know about you, but I have things to do. I don't have a cleaning woman and I enjoy my schedule.

The last time they came to my house the special needs was smothering, hitting the adoptee. There were fights with toys, screaming, yelling and I just don't need that in my day. My evenings yes...but not my day.

We met at a park awhile ago. Again....I was bored out of my skull. My idea is to stay at a park for 45 min max. Her's ....well we were there over an hour. She brought snacks and juice. I don't think I have ever brought snacks and juice to a park. Snacks are what is left on the car seat from swim team practice.

My idea of a 4 hour playdate is one that starts at 4pm, we get a bottle of wine, beer, sushi, pizza and juice boxes. Now that play date I can deal with.

Just another bitch from the East Coast.

Onto the blogging. I don't put much time into what I write. I just don't have the time to come up with witty words, paragraphing, details etc. I try, but usually I hit the send button and all grammer, spelling and punctuation are out the door. So I found it funny yesterday while talking with a very good friend of mine. We were bitching about something and she told me I should start a blog about everything that we bitch about. We could write a book about some of the "shit" that goes on around us. (think Desperate Housewives) I don't even write about the things we see, hear or view. They do make very interesting subject matters. She realized (like myself) that we would get caught. Then we would have the double the stuff to write about. You know it's really not worth it.

Political vent

Ok. I'm pissed off so I have to write this down so I calm down.

A month or so ago Julia's friends told her they were moving to Ireland if Obama got elected. I yelled that they were ignorant, dumb people. My husband sat her down and explained how some people reacted the same way when John Kennedy was running for president. No one wanted a Catholic for President who would answer to the Pope.

Julia is doing a project on Abraham Lincoln. She asked today why people hated black people back then and what would the world be like if the South had won. I explained about ignorance and how things have changed for the good. We had a nice little talk.

1 hour later during dinner she tells me her friend Rachel and her parents are moving to London if Obama is elected. I asked "why would they do something stupid like that" (no sugar coating from this mom) She replied "because he is might say "kill the Jews".

People I can't take this shit anymore. I told Julia that her friends parents were ignorant and that was the dumbest thing I have ever heard. I don't care if she repeats that either. I also told her I was voting for Obama. (actually I'm leaning towards him, not to sure yet)

How to people say this crap in front of their kids? Do they also throw around the "N" word? We don't cut Jewish people up in this house. What would we say? I have my feelings on the Palestine issue, but I don't around the house damming every Jewish person for it. I don't judge all Baptists as right wing wacko-jobs. All Catholics as protesting abortion clinics.

I'm just really pissed off. I don't even know if I want my daughter ever over at this child's house again. Actually they have a very strange son who worries me and that would be the reason I have the girl come here.

I'm just pissed off about ignorance today.

Forgot to shave

t0o lazy is more like it. My running partner has bailed on me this week. My plan was to do the gym instead of pavement runs. When I realized my legs were on the woolly side I came to the conclusion that I could either run in the morning and not shave or shave and fight the crowds at the Y in the evening. I ran in the morning. Then while on my runner's high I shaved my legs. SOooo I could actually work out at the gym tonight also. Could. I doubt would.

The run wasn't bad. I'm so over timing my runs, taking splits etc. I didn't even have my ironman watch on. I did have my Ipod which gave out in the first 30 seconds of the run. I breathe heavy in the beginning and not much near the end. Yep...pretty boring.

My ass

Today my husband said (and I quote)

"at least I don't sit on my ass every Sunday and miss church"

This was after I complained to him about the amount of money he feels we should give to the church every week. If we were down to our last $10 he would give them $7.

There are several reasons I don't go to church. They are as follows:

The sex abuse scandal.
I don't feel like listening to a pompous old man.
I don't feel like listening to a man that is on death's door.
David. Have you seen the original exorcist? Need I say more?
I think I'm more of a Methodist than a Catholic.

I will go back to church. David is older and passed the exorcist stage. I'm just really pissed off at my husband right now. Sit on my ass....I just cleaned the kitchen, did a load of wash, organized a portion of the garage and NOW I'm sitting on my ass typing.

Tommy asked me yesterday if he had to go to college. I said "no". His response was "cool!" and then he informed me he is going to buy a van and chase tornados. He is also going to live in Texas. Why he is so fascinated by this state I don't know. He can't explain it. I was hoping more along the lines of a career in the trades since he isn't planning on college. I will have to inform him that he will have to go to college and become a scientist if he is going to chase tornados. Then again he is 7 and tornado chasing is a long ways off.

I am nice

And I forgive too easily. I decided to go for a swim yesterday. First, may I say I am slow. I think I'm fast, but not so much. I decided a swim would help the horrible knots in my back. They still hurt this morning. Maybe it will take time like all things do.


So I'm swimming. Lots of 100's with the easy 50's of breastroke in between. Even a 6 lapper of free. Yea me. I come to the wall and whose at the end all pissed off as hell. Yep..that guy. Mr. Jackass. (see Jan 23 swim lessons b/c it's to much work to track it here) I look up, ask the time. He spits it back at me and I say 2 more laps and I'm out. Now I should of just let him stand there in his awful looking machine tan and too small speedo. I don't. I just end my workout 4 min earlier than I planned. Because in the end I'm a much nicer person than he his.

Why he wasn't doing his Michael Phelps, pre-olympic stretching for 15 min beforehand I don't know. Maybe he does it to impress the cute swim coaches. Yeah, he's that type of older man. Pathetic. Hmmm, I'm not so nice afterall.

The old days

I just found out that I'm breaking the law. My 7 year old 55+ lb son is no longer in a car seat. The law states that he has to be 8 and 65+ lbs. I think if the transportation department and those "good" moms had their way he would be 15 and still in a car seat.

I remember in the "old days" speeding down I-95 3 days a week sitting in the front seat of a light blue, white leather interior, big ass Chevy Impala. Not sure if I was wearing a seat belt either. I was 8.

I remember going to the pool every day in a wood paneled station wagon with 10 kids in it. I know we weren't wearing a seat belt.

If you wore a bike helmet you had a head injury from a past fall.

Skateboards started out maybe 6" wide. Again no helmet. It was called grass.

When we had swim meets we dived in the shallow end. Now when there is a relay the kid starts in the water, there is no diving in the shallow end.

We belong to an old pool that still has diving boards. I am told that they don't "do" diving boards anymore. That's a shame.

Our swingset is over the ground. There is no mulch. I think the rule of the land is 3"-6" of mulch. I guess you could say we are "old school". Or some would call cheap and lazy.

I'm not arguing that kids shouldn't be in car seats. I've heard the horror stories of children sitting in the front seat and losing an eye to the airbag. Sure you could get hurt playing on a jungle gym over concrete. You could also dive in the shallow end and break your neck. You could hit your head on the diving board.

But I sure loved riding in the front seat of that Chevy Impala.

Yep, no run today and not much to post.

Dreams

I dreamed that this guy posted a picture of himself in a speedo on his blog.

I dreamed that this guy got a job as a carpenter in Maryland.

I dreamed that I pulled my posterpedic NASA invention foam bed outside, put it on wainscoting and watched the stars. Then went to another bed in the house and the former got rained on. My husand carried the wet mattress back upstairs. This by the way is impossible. There is no way I could move that bed by myself, nor could my husband carry a king size bed on the board back up the stairs.

I dreamed that my husband found a girl friend and left me for her. (i hate these dreams)

I dreamed that I kicked my husband out of the house.

I dreamed the above all on different nights.

No wonder my back still hurts.

No trail run this weekend. No one called me. Am I running to slow?

I went to IKEA by myself. No kids (aka no fights in the car) No husband. (aka no country music and no facial boredom, or opinions) No friends (to look at every damn thing IKEA has to offer and making a 1+ hour trip turn into a 3+ hour trip....still love ya Lesley....but I have things to do)

Put up a loft and bunk bed for the boys. It's my husband's childhood dream room. I think he's more excited than the 3 year old. It's called the "squad bay"

Moved daughter into littlest boys room. (by myself) It's my childhood dream room.

Put on two pounds. I blame the Girl Scouts of America. Them and their thin mints, samoa's and tagalong cookies.

So much for that

So we are doing a switcheroo with the kids room. Won't bore you with the details. Let's just say my oldest son's room is a dust bowl.

While sweeping and moving my daughter's bed I found this diary she HAD to have. I picked it up and dusted it off. I started bitching to myself about another waste of money for something that she had to have and now it's under the dust bowl known as her bed. I open it up to this page.


2/7/07
Dear Diary,
You won't believe it. Today I fell in love with Eric.

What! Who is this Eric? I couldn't help myself peoples. I skimmed through. Along came a Carter, a Johnathon and then I had to stop. I swore I would never do what my mother did to me. Where did my baby girl go? Just two days ago I wrote that she had no interest in boys. Is she secretly singing and dancing to Hannah Montana? Does she think that Zach dude is cute? (please no, not that.) What next? Is she going to get her period this year?

I need a tall glass of wine.

Better make that a bottle.

quickie

note:(YO Jennifer, the girl who only drinks decaf, wth? What am I going to do if I can't read about your cold weather training, your lentil, your awesome hubby. If you stop by, can I be invited? m_mauk1@yahoo.com)

Ran this morning with #2, #6 and their dogs. Awesome run for some reason. I'm trying to figure out why. Was it the salad last night, the two thin mint cookies, the writer's strike is over, only coffee before run, financial planning for bills was worked on/setttled last night? What was it? Maybe it was b/c we ran a whole different route that I haven't run in years. I don't know. I felt great. I'm getting used to talking on my runs. You/I can't run as fast when I'm chatting. Pace has probably slowed. (no longer look at watch, since #2 and #6 wear pc's on their wrists) There was a LOT of ice (and goose poop) on the trails. Sorry to say there were places we HAD to walk, but that's ok.

Brandy. Not looking good at all. I'm second guessing the surgery. The $1,889.97 surgery to be exact. Could she have passed the yarn, thread and nylon band? I honestly don't know. Money is so tight and we really don't have $1,889.97. And now we definately don't have it anymore. The poor thing looks so miserable. Vomited drool this morning. She just walks from room to room looking so sad. I miss the old Brandy. Yes, I miss opening up her mouth and pulling out plastic toys, Thomas the Tank Engine stop signs and Mr. Sir Topan Hat. I miss looking at her bowel movements and exclaming "what the hell is that?!" Did I just write that?

Yep.

popular girls

I don't know if that is the right title. Maybe it should read "moms whose only goal in life is to have a popular daughter"

I'm not going to write about my dealings with the popular girls. I went to an all girls Catholic high school and we had popular girls (snobs). To this day one of them is still a bitch to me. Seriously. That's another post. Pretty funny/idiotic too.

There is a mom in my neighborhood whose dream, ambitions and life is to make known to all who will listen that her daughter is sooooo popular. The child in question is 10.

The mother's children are always allowed to hang out with the adults at our get togethers. It is encouraged for the 10 year old to hang out with us all night. Do you know how much this gets on my nerves? On all of our nerves? The last get together it was 3 couples. The adults were eating sushi and the children had pizza. We went into the dining room and the 10 year old followed us. Now I'm thinking the mother will send her into the kitchen with the other kids to eat her pizza. Nope. "C sit down with us" (huh?) As adults we knock around all sorts of topics. Sometimes things get out of control. Fun out of control. I will let you know most of the conversation was about C and how popular she was, she had a boyfriend, she was the trend setter, she was the "it" girl, her old friends were jealous of her, need I go on? Yes the child was there to hear all about her awesomeness. At one point we were talking about a scuba diving trip one of the couples were taking. Somehow someone mentioned "muff diving" Someone else went with that and the laughs started. That is until I pointed out that a 10 year old was at the table. Conversation over.



The child has been with the ladies when we have talked about blow jobs. Yes, we are that type of neighborhood. Yes there has always been alcohol when these conversations get going. I have always been the one to let them know a child was there.

She has been there during the following conversations:

When C rides her bike in the neighborhood next door all the kids get on the phone and say "C is here, C is here" They all run out of their house and get on their bikes and ride around her. Did I mention that the front of the houses face the street? I never knew kids to hang out in their living rooms and dining rooms. When we ride our bikes there, kids are all around. Does this make my 3 children popular? No it does not.

All the kids (at the middle school) are talking about C going into middle school next year. They all know her and can't wait for her to be the "it" girl in the middle school. Imagine that. You can't? Neither can I.

She had to have her "baby" room done over because she is 10. Purple walls and butterflies hanging from the ceiling is babyish. She is getting "cool" bed linens, chair rail, crown molding, "cool" area rug blah, blah, blah. I'm painting my 9 year's old room lavender this weekend. I must not be cool.

She sets the trend in clothing at school. Her mom only shops at Abercrombie and Fitch. The child has Ugg boots. (they cost a min of $100) I'm sure her's are more expensive than that.

The 10 year old is a nice child. A very nice girl. She is pretty. Think a young Kati3 Holm3s. She is not snobby or mean. I hope she stays a nice girl.

Her mother is very competitive. The mother will call other mom's to get the deal on their children's grades. Her daughter has always done better. Last year C was in 7 activities at one time. This year when I mentioned that I was driving , carpooling 4 days a week, she was the better mom b/c her children were in no activities and they got good grades and ate dinner together every night. See you can't win.

The youngest girl (5) can gyrate like an 18 year old. It's disturbing.

The middle child is popular too. Her friends fight over her. Julia's friends fight over her too. She is not popular because of this.

This mother's children (10,9,5) know all about sex. I mean everything. (how to do IT!) Seems her husband leaves condom wrappers around. The kids know she had sex the night before. That's nice, right? She is their best friend and vice versa.

This mother needs a serious reality check.

My goal for my daughter (and boys) is not to be popular. If they were we would deal with it. I know my daughter isn't going to be popular. She isn't into that stuff. She doesn't seem to be interested in boys or the cool things. I'm assuming the cool things are Hannah Montana. My daughter doesn't get that. You know what? That is so cool to me. I'm amazed when my daughter brushes her hair in the morning without me telling her. Low maintence daughter. Could I ask for anything more? Well a low maintenence son would be nice.

I don't want my kids to grow up fast. Life gets harder as you grow up. The innocence is lost. I'm excited that Julia has not even shown any puberty signs. If she's like me and is built like a boy until the age of 15, hip-hip-hooray. The later the better.

I'd take a goof ball, silly laughing, crazy child over a popular child anyday of the week. I'd still love a popular child, but there would be some serious reality checks going on the home if I had one.

It's only money

Ok. First my husband said I did the right thing. I did the right thing when under his impression surgery was $750. Around 9pm when he found out it was $1500 I was an idiot. (I didn't even get into that it was more like $2000) He didn't call me an idiot....I'm just making the story shorter.

What was found in her stomach. Plastic trees, black plastic toys and Musketeer Mint candy bar wrapper, yarn and a nylon hair scrunchie. The hair scrunchie was mine from the trail run. The hair is usually in braids on my runs. I must look young and cute on runs. I did not tell my husband the hair band was mine. The hair band and yarn could of twisted her intestines up. I think she could of passed all the stomach contents. I've seen longer strings come out her butt before. BUT, I have never seen Brandy that miserable in her 1 year on this Earth. I don't know if I did the right thing.

So changes have/will be made. No toys in the den. All bedroom doors must be shut from now on. (she just learned how to go upstairs) Brandy will be kenneled at most times for the next 6 months.

2008 isn't getting a good start.

Time to pay the piper

It finally caught up to the dog.

She is in surgery right now. Two metal pieces and something else (we are thinking yarn). Would not do surgery until I dropped a $1,000 DEPOSIT. Thankfully I have a credit card that hasn't reached it's max. What would they have done then? Sent me home? ARgh. I'm not happy. More to follow.

Tuesday in the life

3 mile early morning run with running partner. Took my dog and she did awesome. I think she might of eaten a mitten before the run though. Kept trying to hock something up (sounded like she drank a fifth of whiskey and smoked a pack of reds) the entire 3 mile run. Saturday, weather permitting I will take her on a 4 mile trail run.

I've been thinking of future postings. For example I'm throwing these titles around:

Why I hate my neighbor
Why I think floatation devices are not good
Why my other neighbor gets on my nerves
Popular girls

Maybe I'll write about them at a later time. These are things I talk to my close friends about. Well the exception of the floatation device. That really is a boring subject, but one I think needs to be discussed. Or maybe not.

Trail runs

The back has improved. Deep tissue massage, lots of Naproxen, sleeping on my back and making husband move to another room b/c of snoring since I am on my back has worked wonders.

Went for a trail run with running partner #2 and new running partner #6. #6 is running partner's husband's twin brother who was formally married to her sister and now is divorced from her sister and remarried. Got it? I haven't seen him since we all went surf fishing 2 years ago. He got the "bug". Looks fantastic and has legs of steel. He is now the guy that goes on an 8 mile trail run, falls down, bleeds all over the place (during mile 1) completes the 8 mile run and pavement runs for another 6. Have I mentioned that after falling I would of gotton back into my car and gone home? No? Well I would have. Thankfully both partners have computers on so we get the exact distance and times for trail runs. We are thinking about a trail race in April. He wants to do the triple crown. I'm thinking the 5k is right up my alley.

I painted my living room (bottom portion of chair rail) red a month ago. I don't really like it. I'm painting it orangeish tonight. I'm the worst at picking out paint color. Never, ever pick out paint anywhere near your period or when you are pregnant. Trust me.

Time to deliver girl scout cookies, do wash, get paint, clean the house and all that fun stuff. First though I need to turn off the crappy country music (?) that my husband has on.

Thursday (so far)

3 am. Wake up to find myself half on/half off the bed. The mate is pretty much taking up my portion of the bed. So much for a king size bed solving that problem. Can't move my neck. Worse pain than when I "fell asleep" earlier.

Go downstairs, turn tv and heating pad on. The pain is unbearable. Sleep sitting up.

Wake up 1 hour later to an infomercial talking about poop. They seem to be selling a poop product. Learn what poop is suppose to look like in color, density and floatableness. Learn you can safely take this product and go to work. Wonder what the world is coming too and what idiot is buying this product.

7:45 still in position. Recall husband asking what the heck I was doing on the couch. Now I have a 3 year old jumping on me. Look over and there is an 8 year old dressed for school. She changed the poop program.

Wake up 7 year old who complains about all the stuff there is complain about at 7:50 in the morning. It seems to be alot of things wrong in his life this early in the morning. Tell him the standard mom line "I'll give you something to complain about"

Make him sandwhich b/c he hates all the food on the school menu. Of course he does. Daughter makes her own lunch. I love her. Pain is unbearable during sandwhich making.

Break down. Even though we are broke I make appointment to meet a man named Tim for a deep muscle massage.

It can't come soon enough.

Tuesday stuff

"I'll give you a cookie if you walk on my back." I said to David. 1/2 sleeve of thin mints later I got a crack and those tiny feet can do wonders. I did not enjoy the jumping on my back or his butt banging down on it. Nor was him farting on my back much fun either.

Julia is still the best back walker. David has a lot to learn, but he is only 3. Julia, in the past two days has decided that she doesn't want to winter swim next year and has changed her mind to "i do want to winter swim". That's a girls perogative.

You have to love those girl scouts also. Let us deliver the cookies during lent every single year! Actually let me rephrase that...you gotta love me (moms) for delivering most of the cookies. Thank you very much, you are welcome.

Tommy is signed up for farm league baseball. Whatever that means. The hub has been practicing with him and the kid can actually hit the ball. Why that amazes me I don't know. Probably b/c I can't "do" sports that involve a ball.

The pinewood derby car is finished. Tommy actually got to help daddy with it. We watched the movie "Down and Derby" last night. Pretty funny. We have the graphite ready for the wheels. Do NOT use W-D40. I learned this from the experts not the movie.

Brandy chewed the Wii sensor bar wire up. Brandy chewed the banister up. Brandy has eaten all the socks. Brandy can and will go upstairs in our home. I think the Thomas the Tank Engine paraphanelia and any stuffed animals will be destroyed by the end of the week. There isn't much woodwork left in the laundry room and the carpet that was in there has been partially eaten.

The fun never ends.

Civics and stuff

I did my civic duty and voted in the primaries today. I might of skipped it, but I had to counter my husband's vote. For two people who get along fab, we have totally different political views. He's just a freak. A R*sh L1mbaugh freak. Can you imagine? I just don't get it. Not that I'm an activist either, but I had to set the record straight at a party this weekend that Obama is NOT a muslim, he wasn't raised a muslim, etc. I hate ignorant, misinformed people. Once these primaries are over I can decide who I will vote for president. At this point it depends who gets the nomination. Enough of that crap.


Damn back. Now it's the left side that hurts. What the hell? Is it the pilates class? I have my daughter walking on it daily. (btw she is the best back walker ever) and that is some help, but this is nuts. My left bicep hurts too.


Ikea rocks and Pottery Barn is for the rich and famous. We are putting the boys in one room and need a loft bed and a bunk bed. Because God forbid not each one of them get a top bunk. I can get metal bunk bed AND a loft bed for $300 at Ikea. The P. Barn is $1000 for the bunk bed. It's a metal bed for heaven's sake.

No running today. Which was good b/c I took two naprox3n for the back pain. Not a good idea for the stomach.

I can see

in the pool! Amazing! I got my prescription swim goggles and I am loving life. I can actually see on the pool deck and the wall before I do a flip turn. Crazy stuff.

Did pilates. I am getting stronger, but have the weakest stomach muscles in the class. No matter. I just need time.

Swam for 15 minutes. The lanes were packed. At times some old man and I were racing. I'm pretty sure he was racing me. No way am I getting beat by an old man.

The super bowl commercials were pathetic. The super bowl was awesome. Loved that Brady got sacked and sacked and sacked again. Eli Manning was awesome at times.

Did not eat a box of wheat thins. I'm over them. Peanuts are my new snack food.