Out of My Mind

Way back in October of 2005, I decided that I had finally had enough and that it was time to start losing weight.  And I did!  Over the next year and a half, I lost 50 pounds.  Not bad, right?  But in the last year, I have completely fallen off the wagon.  I stopped exercising, ate waaaaaaay to much junk, started drinking soda again.  It was not good.  The weird thing was that I was somehow able to maintain the weight for about 9 months or so.  In the last two months, though, I have managed to pack on 7 pounds.  Not good.  Apparently, stress eating will do that to you.

But the hubby and I have made a commitment to eating healthier and exercising more.  I went to the grocery store this morning and did quite well.  I stayed away from the junk and went for the healthy stuff.  Now that spring finally seems to be here to stay, I’m going to start walking again.  Eventually, I’ll probably get the old exercise ball out again.  I think I need to work up to that, though.  The hubby is back to the gym after work to try and get ready for his mini-triathalon.  My hope is that since we’re both on the same page about wanting to get healthy, it might actually work this time.

A little added motivation is that we have two weddings coming up this summer.  One is June, the other in July.  That means Erin is going to have to buy a dress.  I would love to not look like a giant old pudge this time.  And if I start now, I should be in great shape by the time we head back to Disney in October of 2009.

If I figure the weight that I’ve regained back in, my goal is to eventually lose 60-70 more pounds.  I’m never going to be super skinny, I know this.  Even at my thinnest, I was still a curvy girl.  I’m ready to get backy to being curvy instead of roly poly.

I finally finished the blanket I’ve been working on for my new little niece Mackenzie.  It’s my first crochet project and I am pretty darn proud of myself.  I think it turned out rather well!  Here’s a pic

Now that it’s finally finished, I can start working on my projects for my swap partner at MR.  I have three things I want to make.  One will be no problem.  The second should be fairly easy.  And the third, well, we’re gonna give it a go.  Once my swappee receives her package, I’ll post some pictures of what I do.

This is the conversation the hubby and I had last night.

Hubby: I’ve decided I’m going to do a mini-triathalon

Me: *raising my eyebrows at him in the classic "you’re kidding, right?" look*

Hubby: What?  It won’t be that bad!  I can already do two miles on the treadmill, no problem, the bike riding will be easy and it’s only a half mile swim.

Me: You have life insurance, right?

Hubby: Yeah.

Me:  Okay, then.

I had my appointment on Wednesday morning.  It didn’t start off well.  The dentist was running behind schedule and I didn’t get in until nearly an hour after my appointment was scheduled.  Shit happens, I know, but it was still frustrating as I had Sebastian with me and he is not known for his patience. 

When I finally got to see the dentist, though, I liked her a lot better than the first guy I saw.  First of all, she did a thorough exam.  The other guy barely looked in my mouth.  She did recommend root canals for the same two teeth, but she showed me my x-rays and walked me through everything.  The one good thing the other dentist did do was put me on antibiotics when I complained about pain in my face.  She said that your canines and bicuspids have root tips that go quite high up in your face and share blood with other important body parts, like, oh, your brain.  An infection there is not something you want to mess with.  She said we needed to get that root canal taken care of ASAP. 

Here’s everything that she recommended I get done:

• 2 root canals
• extraction of my bottom two wisdom teeth.  They both have big cavities
• about 7 fillings

I don’t think I’m ever going to go 11 years between dental visits again!

For the root canals, she said they can either make the crown look like the rest of my teeth or there are other options.  Like gold. That made me laugh.  Me, with a gold tooth.  Sebastian thought it was cool, though.  Somehow, I just don’t think I could pull that one off.

Sebastian is too funny.  On our way home from the vet, he said he saw a lone goose on an isolated pond.  What he meant was ice-olated.  Whenever something is covered in ice,  a pond, lake, whatever, he says that it is isolated.  We’ve tried and tried to explain that the word isolated has nothing to do with ice, but he refuses to believe us.  He cracks me up.

He also makes my heart melt.  Walking through the parking lot to Kroger’s, today, he grabbed my hand.  Very rarely, will he let me hold his hand anymore.  And he never, ever grabs mine because he’s too big for that stuff now.  But today he did and it made this momma very happy.

I don’t even know where to begin.  The last two weeks have been absolutely horrible.  Shortly after writing my last entry about being thankful for having rum and coke, I got a call from one of the hubby’s sisters.  His sister Karen from Oklahoma was being rushed to the hospital after being found unconscious and unresponsive on the floor by her husband.  The paramedics were able to get  her heart beating again, but they lost her in the ambulance on the way to the hospital and weren’t able to get her back.  I had to call my husband at work and tell him that his sister died.  I never, ever want to have to make a phone call like that again.  She was only 47.  She had a stroke and her heart stopped beating.  It came as a complete shock to us all.  She had no life insurance but wanted to be buried, not cremated, so everyone in the family had to chip in what they could.  Thank goodness for the hubby’s sister-in-law.  She handled pretty much everything and she and the hubby’s brother ended up footing nearly half the bill.  I don’t know what would have happened if they hadn’t been there.  Of course, we all owe them money now, but that’s life.  The memorial was this past Wednesday and it was so hard.  We left Seb with my parents because he didn’t want to go and we didn’t want to make a big deal of it.  I am so glad we did because the hubby completely lost it at one point.  That would have totally freaked Sebastian out.  Afterwards, I told the hubby that I was surprised at how hard I took it.  With Karen living in Oklahoma, I probably knew her the least of all his sisters, but the times we did spend together were really good times.  All my memories of her are so great, which makes me feel very lucky.

The day before his sister died, I had taken the cat in to get neutered and they had to do it through his abdomen, so he has sutures in his little belly.  We had been running back and forth to Marysville for almost a week, so the little guy was on his own a whole lot.  He licked his sutures too much and that ended up getting infected, which meant a trip to the vet, antibiotics and one of those conical collars.  Trying to hold down a squirmy kitty and squirt antibiotics down his throat is not my idea of fun.  This damn cat that only cost $20 to buy has cost us nearly $800 in the last three months.

I’ve posted before about needing to have two root canals done.  I cancelled my previous appointment because I just didn’t like the dentist and they were being kind of shady about the billing.  With everything else going on, I never got back to another dentist.  On Saturday night while putting Seb’s basket together, I was eating a jelly bean and noticed something hard in my mouth.  It was half a tooth!  My first bicuspid on the right side broke pretty much in half.  It doesn’t hurt, so the root must not be exposed.  In fact, it feels better than it has in a long time, if you don’t mind an ugly broken tooth and your husband calling you his hillbilly, gap-toothed wife.  This just convinces me all the more that the other dentist was a hack.  He was going to take care of that tooth and send me to a specialist for my molar.  Now I know he probably would have started working on it and it would have busted apart, calling for drastic measures.  I have an appointment Wednesday morning with another dentist.  Hopefully, things will go better this time.

Tomorrow, we take the kitty in to get his sutures removed, as long as his infection is all cleared up.  Wednesday, a maintenance crew is coming to strip, sand and repaint our bathrooms because the morons that did it the first time didn’t use primer and slapped flat paint right on top of the greenboard.  Big surprise, all the paint in there is cracked and peeling because of the humidity when we shower.  We (Seb and I) were planning on going to my mom’s that day to be out of the house when they do that and maybe spend the night since he is on Spring Break this week, so now I guess we’ll go afterwards.

I finally feel like I can stop and take a breather again.  The holidays are over.  Other than my nephew Ashden’s birthday party this Saturday, the huge block of non-stop birthdays from December through March is just about over.  After this week, there isn’t too much going on until Mother’s Day.  And the hubby damn well better do something for me for Mother’s Day.  My birthday was last Sunday and got pushed to the side with everything going on with Karen.  I don’t have a problem with that.  I didn’t expect a big party or broohaha for my thirtieth.  Didn’t want one, in fact.  But the hubby didn’t even get me a card or have Seb make one for me.  My family was not pleased.  So I think he knows he bettter make up for it on Mother’s Day.  Or my sister might come and kick his ass.

I have a nearly full bottle of Coke left over from Seb’s party.  I also have half a bottle of rum sitting on the shelf. 

Thank God.

We took our kitty in this morning to be neutered and front declawed.  He’s also getting a rabies shot and some bloodwork done.  Sebastian was funny, he said he was getting de-balled and de-clawed.  We attempted this last month, but one of his little kitty testicles had not descended, so they said wait a month and bring him back.  Well, it was still up there, so they are doing the procedure through his abdomen.  They said we could wait a while longer and there is a slim chance it might still drop, but there is a good chance he would develop some bad habits in the meantime.  He’s not spraying or humping things yet, but he has discovered my soft, fluffy robe and my velour pants, even my t-shirts.   Yeah, I’m not so keen on the kitty getting off on my stuff, so I said to just do it now so we don’t have to deal with all that.

Now that we’re home though, it’s a little lonely.  I’m used to him being underfoot all the time, or curling up on my lap while I play on the computer or snuggling up with me on the couch.  It just seems awful quiet.  I called the vet and he is doing just fine.  They said he’s sleeping and will probably continue to do so for a good part of the day.  We get to pick him up on Thursday.  Hopefully, we will have a calmer, quieter kitty. 

The cupcakes I made for Seb’s class.  They didn’t turn out quite the way I had hoped, but still cute.  And yummy, according to Seb and his buddies

Opening presents after waking up at 6 am!  Which felt like 5 because of the stupid time change

with his cousins

My nephew Lucas, who is just too cute for words.  He absolutely loved Bubba’s chair.  I think Auntie is going to have to get one for him!

Can’t forget the cake!  Mmmmmmint Chip from the Cold Stone Creamery.  So Good!

My baby turned eight today.  I tried to forbid it, but he didn’t care for that idea.  He had a nice birthday, got lots of good stuff, had some family over and we all ate way too much yummy food.  It was a smaller party than anticipated, since my BIL and SIL’s hot water heater blew up, flooding their basement so they couldn’t come, but we still had a good time.  And my SIL said they will probably come out next weekend to see us, which will be nice.  I took some cute pics, will probably get around to posting them tomorrow.