Mirrors are the enemy.

I'm changing. I don't see the same person when I look in the mirror that I used to see. I went to Dillard's after work because they have their additional 40% off sale items sale going on right now. Well, lately when I have been shopping NOTHING fits and so I just get aggravated, which has turned me into a person who does not like to shop...YES, I said it. I do not like to shop anymore (except for socks, scarves, purses and thing that you don't need to try on) I'm not joking either. It just makes me realize that my body doesn't look the way I want it to. I went to get some new undies, I took about 15 pair into the dressing room, tried on about 7 and said "forget it" I cannot even begin to describe what it looked like :( sad, very very sad. Well I just got so discouraged, I stormed out of the store in the worst mood ever. Needless to say I came home, had a "light" soup for dinner (Carey isn't feeling well and he had soup too), watched American Idol and then as usual made myself get on the treadmill for at least 30 minutes...it feels good. I'm proud of myself. I still know that I have a long long way to go.

I did have a regular coke today and so therefore need to at least burn those 170 calories off. Looking forward to taking a longer bike ride tomorrow...may push for 6 miles instead of 5.

WHOO HOO, Austen 20 miles here I come.
First I'll take a warm bath...good night.

I got a Christmas card this week...

Is it surprising? It should be.  It's more surprising that I didn't even send Christmas cards this year so why am I getting one?  The front is dated December 21, 2009.  I opened it and read that I had written to my cousin how wonderful our first year of marriage was.  Well I can say now that the second was equally wonderful and I'm looking forward to the next 100.  Now I'm not saying anything against the postal system, but where has this christmas card been all these months?  What a strange idea, that this card 1 year and 1 month later, ended up right back where it started...my hands.  

Definitely made me laugh; this week was so busy and I really needed a laugh.  Hope you're laughing too!

Baby, Baby, Baby....

Unfortunately I'm thinking about the Justin Beiber song, but I'm blogging about this because almost daily someone asks me when my big day is, meaning when am I going to have a baby.  I know it's my calling to be a mother but unfortunately as of now, the Lord has only given me a bug of "pregnancy," I haven't actually caught the "flu."  Jennifer "Menhenett" Green, Brandi Bush Villamarette, Jenny Marque Riley, Jessica McCoy Chewning, Carrie Gautreau Wolfee, Andrea Pylate Kling and Kasie Cassard Guidry....yes these are my pregnant friends....I can't wait to meet their bundles of joy.  I can however, wait for mine to arrive.  Whenever that may be.

Suzanna says that I need to get pregnant and then sell the condo so that I won't have to carry heavy boxes.  I may have even mentioned that before.  She's been praying to St. Philomena for me to get pregnant.  Someone is coming look at the condo tomorrow and maybe I'll get pregnant next week...you never know God has in store for you, but what you and I know is that it is AMAZING!

It's a New Day...

I started my day a bit sluggish but as I got out of the car I heard a very familiar song and posted the lyrics on my facebook page.  "Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord God Almighty, who was and is and is to come.  With all creation, I sing, praises to the King of Kings, you are my everything and I will adore you."  And as I reflect on my day and what work I did, did I really adore the Lord with my words and deeds?  For some parts of the day I can say yes, for example when I took an hour of leave to meet my Dad (and Mom) at the cardiologist.  A relatively good report and for that I Thank God!  But as I drove back, very rapidly I might add, I heard terrible words come out of my mouth as I yelled at the "slow-poke" in front of me.

I just felt terrible for having offended the Lord, who does nothing but wonderful things for me and blesses me beyond measure.  I'm so thankful more than anything for His forgiveness.

Now, I'm headed to dinner with a long time friend from high school and college, Willie Laynes.  He and Patrick Doyle were BFF in high school and I guess that's really how we met.  I had this thing for boys from St. John, memories.  I'm looking forward to meeting his wife and catching up.

Same person, different body

So I tried on my Saintsations Try-out outfit, well the bottom. Probably the funniest thing and the saddest thing that I've seen or has happened to me in a while. I need to go run a million more miles before I wear that again. It's basically a very small swim suit (bikini) bottom. Yes, a bikini bottom to dance and made for girls to shake their butts in...but then again this was 7 year ago that I wore it, so I have/had 7 extra years of fat to stuff into it, talk about a muffin top. It was more like a whole cake top. HA.

More later...

Ready, ready, ready, ready, ready to run....

So Carey and I got our first new treadmill two weeks ago and I've run on it about 7 times in the last 10 days, give or take and I'm already beginning to feel fabulous. I'm not close to where I want to be and had I never been there before, physical, I wouldn't know what it is like. The challenging part is that I'm not 21 any more. Heck, I'm not even 31 any more, which is a scary thought. I didn't run today, although I'm a day behind logging my miles in. I had a headache today and it's gone now, so I didn't run. It was strange because I rarely get headaches. I've told people if I start having headaches often, then I need to see a doctor, because that is not normal for me. I'm bound and determined to healthier this year and to get back into a size 4, but a comfortable size 4, the one closer to a 2. I know, I know what you're thinking, you're already small. BLA BLA BLA BLA BLA. But at 5'0" and I stress the zero inches, there is no where for the weight to go except my butt and for those of you who have seen me, you know that I need no assistance in the gluteous maximus area. Being on that treadmill brings me back to those days when I looked SMOKIN'. I want to be that again...I want my husband to feel like I'm his trophy wife. If a person isn't the type to be complimentary on a regular basis what do you think it would take for me to actually know I've become his trophy wife? Whatever the answer may be, running is so liberating...and a wonderful stress relief, although I have very little stress and I thank God for that.

On another note, I had a moment today when I grabbed the three hole puncher at the office. I was instantly reminded of how I would save the holes and bring them to Grandmother Dear Vivian. I miss her. Enough said.

To be or not to be scared...

Carey and I went to Maurepas to celebrated the 40th birthday of our awesome friend Troy Lambert, also know as TL. We love this guy and when he asked us to celebrate with him, it was an easy YES! We hadn't planned on staying all night, but we ended up staying until almost 12:30. Needless to say, I'm going to mass later this morning than normal. I'm going to get on the treadmill, do a little work out, take a shower and then head to mass, all before going to watch the SuperBowl which I care very little about this year. "You're driving" Carey says. He didn't drink all that much but enough where he didn't want to drive so I take the keys and he and I, along with Seth, head back to Baton Rouge. We take the back way which was so fast compared to the way we normally go and on the way home, this LONG and WINDY Road, was definitely faster, but extremely dangerous.

You know Dad always told me to be careful on the road and although my answer was always "of course Dad" he would always say "it's not you that I'm worried about it's everyone else." For the first time in my life, I understood what that really meant. As we are driving down this long and windy road, the truck/car headed towards us is weaving back and forth, from side to side, and as he or she veered into my lane, I just started to say "Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God." Do I veer right and go into the ditch, or do I veer left into his lane with the fear that he would quickly swerve back into his lane and we hit head on. I practically saw my life flash before my eyes. I wasn't ready to die. I was so scared. I can't even begin to tell you how my heart felt at that moment as his/her headlights started to get closer and closer to us. It probably was only 5 seconds, but I tell you I haven't been that scared in a while. It was a different kind of scared. I just thanked God the entire way home because I just knew that car was going to hit us. My heart was pounding like it hadn't in a very long time.

So I guess my message really is to say 'Don't drink and drive, because when you drink and drive- you don't get hurt...someone else always does.' Then perhaps maybe they were text messaging? maybe they dropped something and bent down to pick it up thing? Thing we've all done before. We all have to be so careful behind the wheels of our cars...Those headlights are embedded into my brain.

I'm sitting here now thinking about that car. And it still makes me quiver.

I also, as I do daily, look around and see how truly blessed the Lord has made me. I just pray for all my friends and family and those who need to know God. I'm so thankful that He is a forgiving and merciful God. To be able to love the way HE loves us is just beyond what we can imagine. He has promised us a life with Him if we do His will and study His word. It's there for us, written down. We can't forget. We also can't forget to to ask for those things that we want, those things that weigh on our hearts. We just have to ask.

Sneaux day with no sneaux

Can you really call it a snow day if it doesn't even rain? Was this a smart decision that state officials and higher ups made or what? All government offices and most schools were closed today because of the pending inclement weather that never happened. I was excited to have the free day off but I never left the house, at least not yet. I haven't been very productive honestly, checked my email and ran on the treadmill and played on the computer. That is what our life has come to. Email, iphones, internet searches, apps, bla bla bla.

I have the heat on 73 and it's still freezing. Pedro is bundled up next to me covered in a blanket. I took this when I got on the treadmill, but now he's next to me we're both in the blanket.

So I started watching Sex and the City from the very beginning and it's amazing living life again through this show. Yeah it's sometimes raunchy but it's humans being human.

Anxious to get Carey home this afternoon/evening to spend some time with him. It's amazing how little I get to see my husband, it's a good thing we're married or it's a good thing that married people live together.

What a boring day...it's a shame I want to go to work tomorrow.