Hooray - Part 2

Today is Adam's first day on NutriSystem. I could tell - before he even got to work - it was going to be a rough day. We both got up about 5:30 AM - him to shower, me to get his meals together for breakfast and lunch. Adam doesn't really like dairy, so adding this into his diet is a little more difficult (I guess I'm going to have to add a lot of calcium rich vegetables). Anyway, I jumped in the shower. When I got out, I could hear his truck pulling out of the drive way. I threw on my robe and headed downstairs to fix my morning cup o' joe. Before I could even take the first sip, Adam walked back in the door.

"What did you forget? My good-bye kiss this morning?" Adam looks very sheepish.

"No," he replied. "I forgot my bag."

Good to know that he remembered his breakfast and lunch when he was pulling out of the drive way instead of half-way to work. I also got an extra kiss, so that wasn't too bad.

Good luck to my hubby today!! We Love You!!!

Hooray for Adam!

A couple of weeks ago, Adam told me that he wanted to check out the NutriSystem program to see what it was all about. I told him that I thought it was a good program, and reminded him that I had been on the NutriSystem program in the late 1990's and I had done really well. At the time, I was about 250. By the time I finished the program, I was about 175. With the exception on putting on a few pounds here and there, I was able to keep a good amount of the weight off. When we got married, I think I was about 190. For me that was great!

Tomorrow will be a new beginning for Adam. We ordered the NutriSystem program towards the end of last week and it arrived today via UPS. I sorted everything out and arranged "Adam's cabinet" with all of his goodies. Tonight, he will have his "last meal" and then the roughest part - he's got to get on the scale.

It's going to be tough, but I'm with him 100%.

Growing Up and Growing Older

I got a call earlier this morning to remind me that the girls both have appointments with the pediatrician on Thursday morning - Jilly has her 15 month and Emmy has her 4 year old Well Visit. This got me thinking that it won't be much longer until both girls are only having Well Visits - not the every 3 to 6 months they do when they're babies.

Adam and I often talk about having another baby, but I'm torn. My pregnancy with Emmy was rather uneventful, except for the fact that I gained almost 100 pounds. I really liked being pregnant with Jilly. You couldn't even tell that I was pregnant until I turned to the side. All total, I think I gained 35 pounds during my second pregnancy - that included the baby!

I'm not going to think about another baby right now. Things are too screwy with school. If we did have another one, where would that baby sleep, and would the two older ones really want to share a bedroom? I'll think about it later...

In Prayer

Dear God, I sit in reflection on the events that have transpired today on the campus of Virginia Technical Institute. Lord, Hear my prayers.

Be with those on campus as they battle this tragedy they were thrust into this morning.

Be with the parents of those students and faculty members that were killed.

Be with the students and school personnel that were injured. Speed them recovery, mentally and physically.

Be with the families of those that are injured.

Be with the family of the young man accused of this horrendous action.

Be with the health care professionals - emergency personnel, nurses, doctors - as they care for those that were injured. Grant them knowledge so that they may speed healing to the injured and comfort to the families.

Be with the school Administrators as they work to improve security through out campus.

Be with our country as we try to understand why this happened, the wounds that this has inflicted, and the anguish this has imposed upon our well being.

Lord, Hear Our Prayers. Grant peace and serenity to those 32 souls that have entered Your Kingdom today. May they dwell in Your love forever.

Amen

Disturbing Thought

I woke up last night from a very disturbing dream. It's several years in the future, and both the girls are grown. I'm at the mall with some friends having lunch, and I overhear some young guys talking about this "hot babe" they saw at some strip club the weekend before. It didn't mean much to me, but it did get me thinking... If your child is a stripper, what do they list as their occupation on their income tax returns? Do they list "Exotic Dancer" or "Pole Maven"? What about "Femme Fatal"?

It really had nothing to do with my dream, but it is something to think about...

Bedtime Stories

One of the links that I have on my page is to another blog entitled Bedtime Stories. I have no idea who the guys is, but his profile states he's a 30-something doctor living in Malaysia. I stumbled onto his page whilst reading an entry on another favorite page, Puntabulous. The author, one of my fabulous brothers-in-law, lists several links for other blogs. One day while recovering from a rather side splitting episode of Super Viagra, I checked out the other pages that Craig had linked, and the name caught my eye. Interesting, thought I.

Anyway, it's been a couple of days since I last checked in on the adventures of Dr. Bedtime Stories. The last posting was about running into a guy in a bakery that recognized him, but he couldn't figure out who in the blue-blazes this kid was. Long story short, the kid was the baby brother of a friend from high school, and the last time The Good Doctor saw him, the kid was kindergarten age, chubby and naked (so states the kid).

Where am I going with this? I really have no idea, but it did get me thinking about something... If you ran into someone that knew you, but you couldn't remember them to save your life, would you pretend to remember the person to avoid a potentially embarrassing situation, or would you admit to a total brain fart?

Think about it...

From The Mouths of Babes...

I'm making potato salad to take to a friend's house for dinner tonight. Jillian is taking a much needed nap, and Emily is having art time. I hear Emily stomping on the ground.

"An ant! Mommy, IT'S AN ANT!" Continuous foot stomping accompanied by some chuckling.

"Where? Show me." I ask, looking for this minute creature my eldest is apparently afraid of.

"THERE!!!" More continuous foot stomping.

"Honey, I don't see anything."

"Don't worry, Mom. I think it's dead. Oh, well back to work."