Sunday, January 28, 2007
Project: M.I.L.F.
I was reading Nicole's blog about joining the M.I.L.F. coalition and realized that it's been a while since I have posted an update about my success...or lack there of.
I started off all pumped and stuck to the diet like my life depended on it. Then life happened and I fell off the wagon. But I am back on now. Just not starving myself. I decided to modify the south beach diet to work for me. I have lost about 5 lbs so far and hope to have better results next week.
I also started this 2 week intestinal detoxification program (I know...GROSS) and I think it will also help me out. I am already starting to feel better and I am about half way through it. I have also been stocking my fridge with healthy stuff and have a menu planned out. Ladies, I am setting myself up for success! And with summer around the corner (I live in Arizona so it's summer like 9 months out of the year) I want to be ready to break out in full M.I.L.F. mode.
I started off all pumped and stuck to the diet like my life depended on it. Then life happened and I fell off the wagon. But I am back on now. Just not starving myself. I decided to modify the south beach diet to work for me. I have lost about 5 lbs so far and hope to have better results next week.
I also started this 2 week intestinal detoxification program (I know...GROSS) and I think it will also help me out. I am already starting to feel better and I am about half way through it. I have also been stocking my fridge with healthy stuff and have a menu planned out. Ladies, I am setting myself up for success! And with summer around the corner (I live in Arizona so it's summer like 9 months out of the year) I want to be ready to break out in full M.I.L.F. mode.
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
(wo)man's best friend
I go to the store and pick something up for my husband only to find out it was the wrong size, I get my son a red toy car only to find out he wanted a blue one. But I buy my dog a discounted Christmas squeaky toy from Petsmart for a whole $1 and he thinks I am the greatest and carries it around all day. I could do no wrong in my dog's eyes.
Monday, January 22, 2007
"Hurry up close our bedroom door...
people are coming over and I don't want them to see our dungeon. " I say to my husband. Now I hope you aren't getting a mental picture of me sitting in this rock dungeon feeding my crocodiles while sitting on my recently skinned animal fur. The only crocs in my room are my bright green ones in their shoebox. And I am not big on hunting but will admit to owning a beautiful leather Marc Jacob's purse (don't tell my animal rights friends, please).But you all know how it is. We spend so much time decorating our home and somehow forget that our bedroom is attached. My son even has his own holiday flannel sheets, and the walls throughout most of my house are freshly painted in a trendy color that connects all the rooms transforming it from a house to our 'home'.
And then I walk into our bedroom and there isn't a single wall painted, my comforter (quilt) is the focal point of the room with it's loud faded colors and the second eye sore is our tv with all it's gadgets (you know the satellite box, dvd player, some weird antenna, and lets not forget the 10 remotes). I have however managed to hang a photo above our bed that was my father's and is very dear to my heart. It's a beautiful hand drawn picture of Puerto Rico (yes, I am Puerto Rican. I bet that explains a lot, huh?)
Back to my point here. I was reading about a January challenge in the happy housewives forum and it was to do something special to your bedroom. Especially with Valentine's Day coming up. So I am getting on the ball and trying to finally get my room decorated.
I saw the comforter (pictured above) online and really liked it. Of course, the second thing that came to my mind (the first was the price) was how pet and kid friendly would this set be. I just like the formal feel that it has. And it would match some of the stuff I have already put together in my master bathroom and our bedroom furniture.
I still haven't decided if I will buy this set but at least I am on the right track. And just think...one day I might just leave my bedroom door open when people stop by.
Sunday, January 14, 2007
Tom's Panty Dropper
My days are (for the most part) pretty predictable. We wake up around 7am, my son wants his yogurt, watches his morning show (the show changes often), and I stumble into the kitchen. I open the fridge and close it about 3 times trying to find that 'perfect' thing to eat. And then I realize I have to cook if I want to eat something good and instead I grab some water and a banana (or a cookie...shh!) and start my day.
And sometime in the afternoon as my husband's stomach starts growling he calls and asks...what's for dinner? Here I am still trying to get the floam out of the carpet (who invented this crap?) and I just spit out, 'it's a surprise'. And while my husband is thinking 5 star restaurant surprise I am thinking to myself, what the hell am I going to make for dinner. I open and close the fridge and pantry a few times and then it hits me. I pull out a can of green beans (I know fresh is better but I don't see you shopping for me).
And the light bulb turns on...I will make Tom's famous panty dropper tonight.
No, there is no need to send the kids out of the room. This is pg rated. Here is the short version of Tom's Panty Dropper.
Back when I worked at AOL I was outside chatting with some co-workers. The infamous question comes up...what's for dinner?
The answers start flying out of every one's mouth...
And sometime in the afternoon as my husband's stomach starts growling he calls and asks...what's for dinner? Here I am still trying to get the floam out of the carpet (who invented this crap?) and I just spit out, 'it's a surprise'. And while my husband is thinking 5 star restaurant surprise I am thinking to myself, what the hell am I going to make for dinner. I open and close the fridge and pantry a few times and then it hits me. I pull out a can of green beans (I know fresh is better but I don't see you shopping for me).
And the light bulb turns on...I will make Tom's famous panty dropper tonight.
No, there is no need to send the kids out of the room. This is pg rated. Here is the short version of Tom's Panty Dropper.
Back when I worked at AOL I was outside chatting with some co-workers. The infamous question comes up...what's for dinner?
The answers start flying out of every one's mouth...
McDonald's, leftovers, I am on a diet, cereal, Tom's Panty Dropper, etc etc
Wait...did he just say panty dropper? So I ask Tom if he could repeat what he just said. He tells me about this great and easy (he is a man) recipe that he makes for his girlfriends that they love. They think he is a great cook, see some future with him, and well the rest is easy to figure out by the name he gave it. So I asked him for the recipe. You know I had to try this recipe if it was making girls drop their pants. So here it is:
Wait...did he just say panty dropper? So I ask Tom if he could repeat what he just said. He tells me about this great and easy (he is a man) recipe that he makes for his girlfriends that they love. They think he is a great cook, see some future with him, and well the rest is easy to figure out by the name he gave it. So I asked him for the recipe. You know I had to try this recipe if it was making girls drop their pants. So here it is:
- 1 can of cut green beans (not fancy)
- 2 boneless skinless chicken breasts
- 1 can/bottle of your favorite marinara sauce
- about 4 slices of cheese
- some Italian seasoning (think oregano)
- preheat oven to 375
- in a dish or pan add 1/2 of the marinara
- plop down the two breasts
- add the green beans around the chicken
- add the rest of the marinara
- top with muenster cheese slices
- add some oregano to the top
- cook for 35-45 min. (depending on your oven and chicken)
It was easy & good. (no pun intended)
So tonight I made Tom's dish. I changed it a little though based on what I did and didn't have. I breaded the chicken and used mozzarella. I also added a yummy salad with homemade dressing (thanks to Pampered Chef). My husband was pleased with his 'surprise' dinner.
So thank you Tom (wherever you are) for the recipe. It saved me tonight...but you might be sad to know that no one dropped their pants in this house after eating it.
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
It's just too quiet
It's a beautiful day here in sunny, Arizona. Mainly because it's not sunny. The temps are in the 70's and it's overcast here (a rarity). And as I sit out on my back porch watching my son play oustide I think to myself...it's too quiet. Well, aside from my neighbor's annoying dog who won't shut up. And I hear my son laugh and I start thinking. It's a beautiful day and there isn't another child outside laughing and playing. It's just the two of us (and that dog). And a sense of sadness overwhelms me. I start thinking about all the kids on our block. There are at least 8 around my son's age(too young for school). And then I am reminded that they are all in daycare.
Now what I am about to write will piss some of you off and that's fine. Just stop reading. It's my blog and I will write what I want.
All of the families that I know of with kids my son's age are married and we live a pretty nice neighborhood. Now I am not saying we live in mansions, have a housekeeper named Lupe, or should have reality shows about us but the majority are driving new cars, going on fancy vacations, have boats or other fun toys, have new homes with pools (and maybe even some pool boys). And I can't help but wonder why are all these moms are out working 8-10 hour days when they have little ones at home. I could easily see a single mother or a family with a tight bugdet having both parents working. And to be honest I don't know their financial situation. But I do know that new $35k car or a boat (there are no fishermen here) sitting in their driveway is not a necessity.
Who do so many of us feel like we have something to prove? When did a fancy car become more important than digging in the dirt with our kids? Hold on, I have to help him down the slide.
Ok, I am back. Now where was I?
I guess I just look at life differently and up until we moved here thought I was the norm. My son is 2.5 and those 2.5 years went by so fast. And they will just continue to fly by. If not having a BMW or my hair done every week means I get to stay at home with my son then that's ok...for me.
I find myself drawn to movies about the sixties. You know when families used to sit down to eat together. When the kids in the neighborhood would play while the women would chat inside as they prepared dinner. Dad would come home and the kids would run to great him. (and maybe I just long for other mom friends in my position) Are you following me here?
Not all of you know this but there was a time when I did go back to work full time. My husband was away for training for months and so it was just me and my baby (well, he was 1 but he'll always be my baby). He went into daycare. And I was picky about the daycare. It was a home daycare and it cost more but that didn't matter beause it was my son. I worked for 3 months. Turns out there isn't enough money in the world to compare to mom being at home. My son was miserable. I was miserable. You will only know this feeling if you have experienced it yourself but the worst thing is walking out of a room while your child is screaming for you. All you want to do is swoop them up in your arms and run. As if it were that easy. Not only did my relationship with my son suffer but I was so tired all the time. I woke up at 5:30 am every morning to get ready before he woke up. I finally got home around 6:30 every night. Who wants to have to clean house or cook after a long day like that? Everything in my life suffered. I quit. It just wasn't worth it. And I was lucky enough to be able to quit. A lot like some of the moms that I was talking about earlier. The extra income meant nicer things and more vacations...but at what cost?
I just don't get it. I know as stay at home moms we don't get the glory we deserve but we are the glue that holds our families together. At this point in my life I could really care less if someone doesn't consider this a 'job' because at the end of the day my son, husband, and I are happy. And when you take away the fancy cars and pool boys that's all that matters, right?
I have included a picture of my goofball (or my inspiration to be the mom I am). He was filling in for Bob the Builder and needed a lunch break. If I was working right now I would have missed that cheesy smile.
Saturday, January 06, 2007
Yeah...you read it right!!!
I am sure that most of you know what M.I.L.F. stands for and if you don't you should rent American Pie or just do a quick Google search. Who knows you might even get some explicit photos to share with your hubby (I wouldn't).
I have officially joined the future M.I.L.F. coalition. Yeah, that's right ladies...it's time to lose some extra lbs. and start pulling out the sexy underwear again. Goodbye granny panties (I know...too much information).
But it really is now or never. I find myself saying, "Right after the party or the holidays (or pretty much anything) I will go on a diet and lose this extra weight." And then something else comes up and it never happens. Now as you already know I don't do New Year's Resolutions and so I waited until the 3rd of January to start.
I was planning on starting yesterday (Friday) but I went out to eat (to a fattening, yet delicious Mexican restaurant) and while waiting for our food I saw this mom with her two kids. She was wearing a very unflattering pair of sweatpants and a mismatched (and did I mention huge) sweatshirt. Oh, and don't let me forget the sandals she had on with this outfit. She was overweight, wearing no make-up, and her hair was a mess. And the thing that got me was that she was pretty but I don't think most people would look past the other stuff to see that side of her. It's like she just gave up. And let me just say that I would never knock another woman or mom. I think we all need to stick together and fight society's view of the perfect woman...a stick figure. (no offense to Olive Oyle) But there was just something about this lady. I saw myself in her. It's like I could fast forward and see myself sitting in her chair in 5 years.
I am guilty of running out of the house in my yoga pants, baggy t-shirt, and green crocs (that my husband HATES). I hardly wear make-up and my hair is summed up in one word...MESS.
Anyways, I decided as I tucked myself into bed that if I didn't do something now...I never would.
I am doing the South Beach Diet and I have lost 3 lbs as of my Friday weigh in. It worked for me in the past and aside from the first 2 weeks (HELL) it's a healthy way of eating.
So ladies let's raise our water bottles to some new sexy underwear and burn those granny panties!!!
