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...so here I am again. I've been super busy lately and haven't had time to write...heck, I've barely had time to eat...and I'm being serious. It's been a week since I've had 3 meals per day...not the healthiest way to live, but I'm sure I'll get back to eating wayyyyy to much real soon...no worries people....really...the calories find me no matter how many times a day I eat.

Speaking of health, so I go check my facebook and I'm reading the mini feed, mainly to see who is up to what, and there is a little advertisement on the left side of the screen. I've seen a few like free baby stuff and a local car dealership, but the one today caught my attention. It said "Are you 26 yrs old and overweight?" Well, what kind of freakin question is that? Really....is there any need of facebook reminding me I'm fat?....seriously....I mean, how did they know? Did they check out my pics? Did they ask my friends? Did they just assume I was overweight? What's the deal?

I know you're thinking, "Ldot, you're going a bit overboard here"....and I'd say "well how did they know I was 26 yrs old????....hardly a guess when my date of birth is on my page!!" Obviously they've been looking. Frankly I don't need facebook to tell me I'm a little on the heavy side...I can handle it wanting to give me free stuff or sell me a car...but depress me with that pic of a slim waistline...as if I'll ever have that waistline...HELLO - had a C- section! Instead of a waistline I've been blessed with two...one above my C-section flappa (as I like to call it) and one under my C-Section Flappa. It's real hot...trust me on this one...anyways, just thought I'd share that. At least I know that if I were to fall overboard I'd float to shore...bet that chickie would have a hard go.

"I'm tired of magazines saying flat butts are the thing" - Sir Mix A Lot

Music Camp...

...so i'm gearing up for a Music Camp in a couple weeks where me and another guy will be the Vocal Coaches for the camp. I'm getting a little excited because it's the first time i've done something like this so i'm having fun trying to plan out our schedule.

We had a heck of a time trying to find songs that are
A)Appropriate for kids aged 10-14 and B) Songs they'd think were remotely cool.

We found some songs and I think the kids will like them. We looked on the internet for a list of new cool songs...bad move...there's nothing on that list with clean lyrics. I mean, we can't have 10 yr olds talking about drinking and doing things they shouldn't even know about...not really appropriate.

For example, I like Carrie Underwood.... now lets picture a 10 yr old singing this: "Right now he's probably slow dancing with a bleached-blond tramp, and she's probably getting frisky..." Not really appropriate, eh? Didn't think so.

Our tax dollars to good use...

...so in today's paper is an article talking about one of the new surveys our Canadian Stats Dept. has completed. This one is a doozy. Here's the first paragraph of the article taken from today's Chronicle Herald:

"Canadians who are spending lots of their leisure time in front of screens — especially TV screens — are more likely to be obese, the Canadian Community Health Survey from Statistics Canada suggests."

Well WOW...aren't you glad your tax dollars paid someone to figure that out? I'm so relieved that I know that now because I never once thought that sitting down doing no physical activity could lead to obesity. What an eye opener....*gag*....I'm some glad our government is keeping us informed on these very PERTINENT issues...*rolling my eyes now*...nothing like sitting down to read the paper and reading such an exhilarating article...*cough*...I feel much better now and can move forward with my life now that I know this information...*chuckle*.

So as I continue reading this article I get to this part...prepare yourself for the most intelligent conclusion i'm sure you've ever heard...: " "From this, we would suggest that decreasing television viewing time in particular may be to the advantage of people at risk of overweight or obesity," said Mark Tremblay, one of the authors and the director of the Healthy Active Living and Obesity Research Institute at the Children’s Hospital of Eastern Ontario in Ottawa. "

hardly know what to say after that...

"I only got 4 minutes to save the world!" - Justin Timberlake/Madonna

Hard Morning...

...so this morning I got up at 5:52 am...I can't set my alarm for a normal time like 5:50 or 5:55 cause I don't sleep well knowing that it's set for a normal time so I set it for a really odd time like 5:52....ANYWAYS, I'm an oddball....stop laughing...OK so I got up and went to Master T's House to wait for her son's headstone to come.

Master T has a son that was very special to many people and he had a terminal illness called Hurler's Syndrome. It's a variation of the Mucopolysaccharide (MPS) disease, know to some as "Dwarf Syndrome". He passed away on December 28, 2007 at the young age of 15. His headstone couldn't be put in until now as they must wait till the ground softens up. It was an emotional morning and it brought some closure...but with closure comes much grief. I must say that I'm a little bummed today on one hand, but happy on the other as it's nice to know that he lived a wonderful life and he is finally at peace with a beautiful headstone set in just the right place for all to come see him for the rest of our lives. Now I have somewhere to take my son to talk about this special little boy...our memories of him will never fade...so today is the day we remember, we smile and we cherish the ones around us!

Love you Kolby

"I will remember you..." - Sarah Mclachlan

Shopping again...

...so I went out and did some shopping last night after the little one went to bed. All three of us needed clothes so I figured it was time to get some. I dislike shopping very much. I always get annoyed cause nothing fits and everything is extremely overpriced....and I'm a cheapy.

Here's my beef....what on earth makes designers think that anyone over a size 12 wants to wear elastic waistband pants? There are all kinds of nice pants out there for petite people, but anyone over about a size 12 gets to wear elastic waistbands and pleats, can't forget the pleats...yucky...just cause I'm heavier doesn't mean I want to be less stylish...geesh...give me a break! I'm used to having my pants cut in my gut when I sit down and can deal with the discomfort...after all, I don't have much choice as it's attached to my body...so I can handle having a zipper in my flab...and what's up with the pleats? No one wears pleats cause they are terribly unattractive so it's bad enough I have a roll, but I now have to accessorize my roll with an ugly pleat...lovely...fricken lovely. Nothing makes me feel more sexy than elastic waistbands and pleats...move over people, hot stuff coming through!

No wonder I hate shopping...

"I'm too sexy for my pants..." - Right Said Fred

Vacation days...

...so hubby and I went on a weekend getaway at White Point Beach Resort. It is such a relaxing place...can't help but feel rested...there are bunnies everywhere, the sun was shining, the sand was warm, the draft was excellent....can't go wrong really.

I've described it like going down South, but the people don't say "Ola!" and the water is not for swimming, well unless you want to start practicing for the Polar Bear Club. Hubby and I started to walk down the beach...the sun was burning my shoulders, I smelled like coconuts, holding hands....then my feet touched the water....YIKES! There was nothing attractive by the way I moved my body out of the way of the Arctic waters...Kinda killed the romantic mood. After that we decided to lay on the beach for a while. Hubby hates laying down on the beach...he finds it extremely boring, but I told him it was going to be relaxing and we wouldn't stay all day...just lay back and take a nap or something. Everything was fine...he opened some snacks (Teddy Grams and Licorish) and laid down on his towel...WELL...then a big gust of wind blew over us and voila...sand EVERYWHERE...on his licorish, in his teeth, stuck in his ears....well that was the end of that. We packed up and walked back towards our room. Hubby then feels the need to play games so he convinced me to play tennis. For those who know me, I'm not much of a tennis pro and frankly have not played any sport since High School...but he did lay on the beach for a while so I said yes. It didn't take long before I was annoyed with that. He kept hitting the ball like a pro...bare in mind I'm on turtle speed...so I spent most of the time dodging the ball and then running around trying to find the ball. After a while of that I asked if we could play something else....horseshoes was the option...so I went for it...after all, I can play washers and it's the same concept...can't be that bad. OH YA RIGHT...those horseshoes are heavy! He was making ringers and I was barely making it to the sand pit...in no time the score was 10 to 0. I mean, who on earth makes divots with horsehoes? ME! There was chunks of grass removed everywhere from the thump of my non-pit-reaching horseshoes...very sad. I eventually started to get better and made a few good shots. He didn't end up beating me by a lot, but I think he was taking it easy on me...I didn't let on I knew he was being a gentleman...that was his idea of being romantic and I'll take it in any form I can.

We ate lots of amazing food, drank all kinds of good drinks and had some laughs....all in all it was a fantastic vacation....can't wait to go again...minus the sports.

"...afternoon delight" - Starland Vocal Band

Weekend Getaway...

...so hubby and I are going away for the weekend. I'm going to enjoy some sun, sand, sleeping in and sdrinks - I can't think of a "s" word to mean alcohol so I made up a word. I guess if we were talking on instant messenger I'd say I'm gone for some SSSD....I'm so cool....LOL...

Alrighty, TTYL

For those not cool like me *please note the sarcasm* :

LOL means Laugh Out Loud
TTYL means Talk to Ya Later
SSSD is the new one I made up meaning Sun Sand Sleeping In and Drinks :P Oh and for those who don't know what :P means, just tilt your head to the left...

"Could of been the Whiskey...might of been the Gin..."

"Don't forget the lyrics"...

...so I was listening to my Satellite Radio again and have made another odd observation. The Hip Hop artists like to studder. "Th..tha tha tha that don't kill me...will only make me stronger." "I wanna li li li li lick you like a lollipop" "under my umbrella ella ella eh eh eh" I mean, it sounds ok but what I can't figure out is how they came up with that. I have a hard time picturing them sitting down on the couch with a pen and paper to write down song lyrics and write "li li li li lick you like a lollipop". It looks really odd on paper, doesn't it? Actually there are many songs that I can't figure out how they sat down and thought of the songs....

Like the new Rihanna song "You look so dumb right now...Standing outside my house".
Or the Black Eyed Peas "My humps, my humps my humps...my lovely lady lumps"

here's some more winners...

"My Milkshake brings all the boys to the yard" - Kelis
"Do wa ditty ditty dum ditty do" - not sure
"Easy come, easy go, will not let me go...Bismilna Ohhhh...he will not let you go...let him go!" - Queen
"supercalafragelisticexpyalidocious..." - Mary Poppins

Oh this is a good one..."Sexy can I, just pardon my manners" - Ray J & Yung Berg...It doesn't even fricken rhyme!

No need...

...so I went for a walk last night. I figured that the only way to lose weight is to get out there and do some physical activity. I walked with Glam Teacher on the sidewalk in Wdot for about 30 minutes...and guess what?...........I'm freakin' SORE! Is there a need? I mean, it's not as if I've never walked in my life soooooooooooo why on earth is my body sore? I walk all the time...through the mall, at the grocery store, from the car to my front door...heck, I even have to climb stairs every time I need to pee at the office, but noooooo...my body is sore from 30 minutes straight walk time. That really annoys me. It makes me feel like a lazy bum...which I can handle that I am when it comes to going out for a run or to play some sport or something...but walking...really?...it's just walking. Common muscles...or lack there of...get with the program...don't make me sore from walking...cripes, I don't even want to know what I'd be like had I jogged somewhere! GEESH Body, it's pretty un-motivating when you're sore from Walking...WALKING, for Pete's sake....how sad is that?

That leads me to my next question...who is Pete? Why is it always for "Pete's" sake. Why not: "ma, for Helen's sake!" Did you ever wonder that? Hum...gonna have to look into that...cause why do I care about Pete's sake...I don't even know Pete....well I know a few Pete's, one of which is a doctor so he should be able to care for himself just fine...hummmm....weird.

"I'm walking....yes indeed" - Some older lady

Singers...

...so I was all alone all weekend with my little one. Hubby was out golfing for the entire weekend with a bunch of men. I was hoping for sunshine, but no such luck. I had to opt to stay in all weekend which lead me to temporary insanity. I just about went shack whacky in the house all weekend. I did, however, get much better at Guitar Hero! I even finished a song on Hard...to me, that's quite the task. I play on Medium cause you change notes on the beat so it makes it a lot easier. You have less notes to worry about on Easy, but they change sporadically and my fingers don't want to wait...I have to press something to each beat. Wow...I never pegged myself to be a gamer but by the sounds of it I'm starting to get into it. I think part of it is that I'm better at it than Hubby. He's normally much better than me on any game or sport so since I'm a little better it makes me want to play more. My Farty Cousin is even better than both of...pretty amazing for someone who has never played a musical instrument or barely even a sport in her life.

Seeing that I was bored the entire weekend, I watched a fair bit of TV. It seemed like every other commercial was one enticing you to buy ringtones for your cellphone. My question is this: What's up with having animals sing songs? They're advertising a cow singing "I like to Mooo-ve it" Not sure why we need to see a cow singing that. Same thing goes for Crazy Frog who sings "We like to party" or there's even those little creatures that sing "i'm blue dabedy dabedie"

I, personally like to listen to humans sing, and there are obviously humans doing the voices for these animals so why not show their faces? It's kinda like Mili Vanilli...the real singers weren't as hot so they used Mili and Vanilli as front men while they sang backstage. Get rid of the animals and mammals...show the people! I mean, Mick Jagger is one of the most un-hot men I've ever seen and he's rich and famous. There's a whole list of un-hot people that make a living singing and we still buy their cd's. Does it get any more unattractive than the lead singer of Nickelback? Seriously. People still line up in hotel lobby's to meet him. Look at 50 cent...he has more holes in his face from drive-by's and yet, women run to him like there were no tomorrow.

So...all that to say, enough with the singing animals. The cow on TV is really annoying and I'm sick and tired of seeing those utters flinging all over the screen...really distracting...and tres uncool...well...in my opinion anyways.

"U-G-L-Y, you ain't got no alibi, you ugly" - not sure on the artist

TGIF....

...so I've taken the day off today. My Hubby is gone golfing all weekend on that small island province of ours and I'm home with the little guy. So far I've had My Chatty Friend and My Farty Cousin over for snacks and gossip and today I primed my front door as well as painted the window sill in the bathroom. Right now I'm kinda loopy from the oil paint fumes so that might make the afternoon interesting.

Since we're siding our house and not changing the front door, I feel like it needs to be painted, you know, to be stylish and more modern. I went to the hardware store today and picked out a paint color in hopes that it looks half normal. See, the plan is to have it done before hubby gets back so he can't bug me. Hubby doesn't really care on the color cause he's color blind anyways and likely won't even know what color it is. Poor guy, I tease him about his color blindness all the time. I'll be like..."hey hubby, what color is that?" and point to something knowing full well he has no sweet clue. I remember this one time we went shopping for a purple t-shirt for his ball team and he picked out every blue shirt he could find. I know it's not nice to make fun of people but I just can't help it...it's funny.

Oh and I forgot to tell y'all about the grump that works at the speeding ticket place. Ya so remember I got caught for speeding and then I paid my ticket but arranged to lose my license for a week towards the end of June?? Well anyways, I now have lots of work stuff I need to do that week so I called to change my week again...BAD MOVE...this lady was the most grumpiest lady I've ever talked to. She huffed and puffed the whole time she had me on the phone...and really, why was she grumpy? She didn't spend almost $300 on a darn ticket. She's not the one that has to be driven around like a baby for a week. She's not the one that now needs to put cruise control and has everyone honking at her cause she's driving so slow. She's not the one who pretty much has to take a week off work. NOOOO...she's just the one who has to type in her computer that I'm to lose my license in August instead of June...what's the big hairy deal? I never yelled at her, I never raised my voice...well...actually I did after she got sassy with me when I explained that I was having a hard time finding a week that was suitable to lose my license....that's when she told me "to deal with it" and that's when I felt like telling her "to shove it" but I held back and hung up on her instead.

"Baby, that's the right kinda wrong..." - LeAnn Rimes

It's here...

...so I literally had to go get the siding off the truck last night. It was being shipped from somewhere to the store up the line then from there sent back to me with their delivery trucks. Well that was going to take too long so we met the shipment at the Ydot plant and picked it up there at suppertime last night. We were lucky to get it then so I'm glad I forced the issue...sometimes the squeaky wheel does get the grease!!

gotta go check on my house so we'll chat tomorrow..,chow people!

"Goodnight Sweetheart, well it's time to go..." - Someone sang this a long time ago

Over the last few days...

...so it's been a hectic last few days. I went to Hdot on Monday and wanted to run over everyone...you know, the usual road rage. Oh, but I did make to my absolute favorite coffee shop...not timmies...the yummy one that serves Vanilla Bean Lattes made with Skim...oh joy, oh bliss! It's so good and the best $4 something I'll ever spend. I drove there and back in one day so you know I stocked up on coffee. The Vanilla Bean Latte was just a treat, I still required my timmies for the trek so I drank 2 of them and 2 other coffees at my meetings. It's real rude to yawn at a meeting so in order to prevent that I drink coffee...keeps me awake and gives my mouth something else to do other than yawn.

When I got home I drove up to my tar paper shack. Ya...it literally was a tar paper shack cause my hubby ripped off all the siding. We're renovating our home with new windows, doors and siding. It's half exciting but half not. I didn't like the look of the tar paper on the house and now we're still waiting for siding that's "on the truck" - famous last words of a salesman...so it may be a tar paper shack for a while. I'm kinda annoyed about the whole thing cause it was supposed to be in on Monday...we're now Wednesday...and my carpenters are only available till tomorrow...so basically our house is going to look shab for a while. Yay.

Now let's talk about the movie...Oh MY...it was the best movie ever! I didn't want it to end. It was all that I wanted it to be and I laughed and cried a lot. When it was over I had that weird feeling in my heart...kinda like the one you get the day after your wedding. You wait and wait and wait for something to come and then after it's done it's a let down. Basically i'm going through girly movie withdrawls...

This morning I was getting ready for work and realized that I had a hole in my pants. I'm not a seamstress, but I can sew enough to go from hole to no hole. The problem is that it was a hole right at my uh-hum so I had to make real sure it was good and closed. I hunted high and low for my dollar store sewing kit and finally found it way in the back of a cupboard. Luckily it had grey thread and my pants are grey so I was really starting to like my dollar store purchase. Now I need to thread the needle....major problem! See, I can't thread a needle without needing to pee. I know that sounds odd, but it's true. The more I concentrate to get that thread through the needle, the more I need to pee. This becomes a problem because it normally takes me forever to do so I'm trying not to pee my pants...or my seat in this case cause my pants have a hole and aren't on my body...and trying to hurry up to get this whole sewing business over with. Ten minutes and two pees later I finally got myself all geared up and started sewing my pants. I was doing good..you know, using the cross-stitch method and I tried to follow where the seam used to be. I managed to finish and flipped my pants over to see that I followed the wrong seam. Now if someone looks at my uh-hum, they'll see that it looks like I have a hole in my pants, but really don't. I didn't feel like peeing anymore so I opted to just wear a longer shirt. I'll have to go buy depends to fix them...might be easier.

"So many tears i've cried, So much pain inside, But baby it ain't over 'til it's over" - Lenny Kravitz