One day down....

I started working out today. I've noticed that as the numbers in my age are increasing, so are the numbers on the scale. I refuse to buy a larger size in pants and I'm sick of not being able to breathe in the ones I have.

So, I broke down, bought the video and ball from Television (you know the one ... don't deny you haven't considered buying it yourself!). I started the program today on the "Fundamentals" (they emphasise the "fun" in the word, but I wasn't laughing when I was finished). That workout really kicked me in the butt! Wow, it was hard. My legs were still wobbly two hours later! The video promises results after only 6 weeks... I'm holding them to it.

Now, if I could just use a little more willpower to quit drinking Coke and eating Ding Dongs, I may just be able to breath with all my buttons done up on my jeans!!

One can only hope.....

Is that a gray hair??

It's only a matter of time now....

Saturday when the phone rang and I answered it I didn't expect it to be for my youngest daughter, who is 5, and I certainly didn't expect it to be a boy.

If she's got boys calling her after barely starting Kindergarten, what do I have to look forward to??

Having three daughters is going to do a number on me, I can already feel it starting!!

Other People's Kids

I have three kids of my own, and I like to think they are pretty well-behaved. So, why is it that other people's children aren't more like mine? It seems the kids around the neighborhood here have no respect for anyone.

A couple weeks ago all three of my girls were grounded for not having their rooms clean when I told them I wanted them done. Their punishment was to stay in thier room until they were finished, without playing. The doorbell rings and I answer the door to find two of the neighborhood kids standing there. This is the dialogue:

Kids: Hi, can the kids come out and play?
Me: No. Come back tomorrow.
Kids: Why can't they play today?
Me: Because they have to stay in their rooms.
Kids: Why?
Me: Because I said so.
Kids: But, can't they just come out for a little while?
Me: No, they have to stay home.
Kids: What did they do?
Me: (getting rather irritated) Just come back tomorrow...

And, I shut the door on them. What gives them the idea they can question me? Do they get away with that at their homes??

Not to mention the way they behave while there are here. Just yesterday I had my kids plus three other children in the living room watching Spy Kids 3-D. When I peeked in on them I saw my kids sitting on the floor watching the movie and two of the visiting children were jumping on my sofa! My kids have been sent to time-out for less than that... So I put on my mommy face (see below) as I walked down the stairs and told the girls who were jumping on the couch to get down, "we don't jump on the furniture at our house."

They looked at me like I was sprouting another head!

I'm sure they went home and told their mothers what an evil, horrible, mean mommy I am and ask if they could adopt my poor kids to rescue them from my sinister clutches.



Photo suits me, eh?

To Ebay, or not....

Hello, my name is Angel and I'm an Ebay-holic. It has been four days since my last purchase and 12 hours since my last search....

You know, that would be funny were it not true. I've been shopping on Ebay for just over 2 years and have even done some selling. They don't call it the world's biggest garage sale for nothing -- you can literally find just about anything there.

I have gotten some really incredible deals there -- I may not have needed the item, but hey, I got it for a steal! There is something about the rush of watching the auction count down with your name listed as "winning bidder." Not to mention the adrenaline of sniping an auction from someone else with just 10 seconds to go. Who needs drugs when you can get an Ebay high??

I realized I had a problem when my bank account went into overdraft yet I continued to browse through ebay, searching for another "great deal." My husband came home from work last night and there on the bed was the tattered remains of a padded envelope and strips of bubble wrap. He looks from me to the package and back to me again and asks, "What did you buy now??" I feel like a kid who got their hand caught in the cookie jar.... Eyes wide, as though I were a deer in the headlights, I answered him, "...but I got a great deal!"

So, no more! (or at least, in moderation). I vow here and now to do better with my Ebay buying. I will only go when I have the money to spare, and I'll limit what I buy. I DO NOT need a half-eaten tuna sandwich once held by Heath Ledger, or an "authentic" Rolex watch for $25. When the auction ad says it's rare and a chance of a lifetime, that doesn't mean it's MY chance of a lifetime.

Hello, my name is Angel, and I'm an Ebay-holic......

Testing

Okay, so I've joined the digital age and started a blog. Wow, this is really unfamiliar water to be splashing around in. Hopefully I'll adjust and start swimming like the rest of you soon.