My baby graduated from preschool! It's hard to tell, but that's a graduation cap on his head. Isn't he the cutest thing? He got to hold the flag while they marched down the aisle to the stage and it was such a great moment. I don't have a picture because I was filming him on our outdated video camera which is not digital.
This is my 14 year old dog, Peanut with my two year old dog, Max. I don't talk about Peanut a lot because he's old, he stinks and he goes potty in the house. He also has lupus which means that the skin around his eyes looks pretty gross most of the time. For those of you who have known me a long time, you know how lucky Peanut (The Destroyer) is to still live with us. These days, he's a pretty pathetic creature who just follows me around, occasionally falls down on the kitchen tile and can't get back up by himself and half walks/half falls down the stairs in the mornings. I don't think he'll be with us much longer. Max will probably miss him the most.
It's hard to tell in this picture because it's so dark, but this is a scene from our Saturday night camp-out on the trampoline. Adam (the strange little man in tie-dye) likes to wear my shirts to bed, thus the fashion statement. One more editor's note...that's a pretzel in Jacob's mouth, not a cigar! The first time we camped on the trampoline, we woke up and came inside because it was sprinkling on us. This time, I couldn't get comfortable and Max kept moving around so I woke the boys up and we came in around midnight. Willie had the right idea...he cleared out around 10:00.
BEFORE
AFTER (That's the ceiling fan sticking out from behind my head)
Jessica Simpson I am not, but I think the haircut turned out pretty cute. The bangs aren't very obvious so I might need to have her cut them more the next time around. In case you're wondering what those red bumps on my neck are, well, so am I. I'm wondering if it could be poison ivy.
I have gained back several pounds...I don't know how many because I refuse to get on the scale until I know the results will be better. I don't need a scale. I can just look in the mirror at my chubby face to see that things are going downhill real fast. So, I am getting serious again starting RIGHT NOW!! Tonight while I watch Intervention and tomorrow night while I watch American Idol I will be working my little heart out on the elliptical machine. Feel free to call and check up on me to be sure I'm not lounging on the couch instead. Although I may just answer the phone and breathe heavy to psyche you out...
I don't regularly watch American Idol, but David Cook is from the Kansas City area and I'm really digging his rocker style. I hope that little punk David Archuleta falls hard (no offense if you're an Archuleta fan but he really gets on my nerves). If you haven't seen Intervention, it's a reality show where they follow addicts (drug, alcohol, food, shopping, video games, etc.) and pretty much document what losers they are. Then all their family members gang up on them in a hotel room for an intervention where the addict is confronted with the choice of going to rehab right that moment or having their friends and family members turn their backs on them. My favorite Intervention episode is one where this lady has an eating problem. Her whole day is scheduled around fast food runs. I feel a kinship with her, especially after cleaning all the fast food wrappers and cups out of my van today. I think I need an intervention.
