Happy Mother's Day!

Happy Mother's Day to all the wonderful moms out there, especially mine.

Remember when you were a teenager and you thought the world was against you and your parents were out to get you?

You swore that you would let your kids do w:h:a:t:e:v:e:r they want...

Then reality sets in, and you realize you are exactly like your mom!

These are the things I have inherited from my amazing mother...

-When I get really mad, my eyes get really big (so do hers)
-My fun sense of humor
-My ability to give great gifts and wrap presents
-My mom has wrapping paper for every occasion...so do I.
-I cry over movies and books that no one else would even find sad or emotional
-I save money, but I spend it much better. Thanks Mom!
-My belief that TJMaxx and Marshalls require weekly visits because you never know what you might find.
-My long, skinny feet, with extra long phalanges.
-My baking skills. We can make some mean desserts.


This is only a short list, because I look in the mirror and see my mom in everything about me. She is the greatest woman on Earth.  Every time she made me do something and said "some day you'll understand", I never understood then. I understand why she did everything that she did, and I know I'll say the exact same things to my daughter.

Happy Mother's Day.

I Love You.

*Note to readers: I'm emotional proofreading. This is what I'm talking about!!

P90X: Week 1 Wrap Up

I am officially on week 2, but thought I would give everyone the Week 1 summary:

-I found glute muscles. It took me approximately 100 lunges, but I found some in there.
-Even though I can do a total of 1 pull up, I need a pull up bar!
-I WILL have a six pack by the end of this workout. I actually have all six, but only 4 are visible.
-My tae bo class is harder the Kenpo X
-I still despise push ups
-Yoga is my least favorite workout because I'm not flexible
-Dreya Roll is my least favorite move followed closely by Chaturanga Run

I'll show you why:



That is the Dreya Roll. Ultimately you are not supposed to use your hands to push yourself up. That's where my problem comes in.

And this is chaturanga....need I say more.

Oh, this is Dreya. She is one of the people on the workouts. You think they could have picked more average people to help boost some self esteem. Nope, instead, the choose the she-hulk.

Overall, not complaining about the workouts. I'm still running and doing other cardio intermittently.

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This Could Be Dangerous

Tomorrow I'm waking up EXTRA early just so I can go here .

How fun does that sound!?!

Please pray that I am able to remain strong and composed.
I don't want to shock Matthew with a new puppy...


...well I kinda do.

Me around 500+ dogs for even 5 minutes is dangerous...very dangerous.


Have a FABULOUS weekend! It's supposed to be 89 degrees here on Sunday. HELLO FOLLY BEACH!!

P90X: Day 4

P90X: Yoga

This is my least favorite workout thus far for the following reasons:

--It is soooo long
--I hate downward dog
--I am extremely unflexible (i can't touch my toes)
--I forget to breathe correctly
--I have horrible coordination and balance
--I have weak wrists
--And finally because I seriously cannot get my body to do this...
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YEAH RIGHT!

I'm holding out hope that the LEAST yoga will do for me is get me more flexible so that I can touch my toes. But if I can ever do this...I'll be sure to take a picture and let you know! Don't hold your breath though!

*I realized that more than 4 days have passed since I posted Day 1, but I have a valid reason! I didn't want to do anything with a lot of twists and turns and laying on my back until I had a few days from my surgery on my back! I'm back now.

Moving!

this weekend i'm moving...
...moving o-u-t my winter clothes
to make room for my spring and summer wardrobe.
i'm very excited about this
winter clothes are just heavy and boring
summer clothes are fun, light, and playful
bring on the summer temperatures!

maybe this colorful romper will make an appearance in my wardrobe?
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doubtful.

T:A:N

I had mild surgery on Monday.
Two moles being removed resulting in about 15 stitches.
I took my bandages off tonight (I'll spare you the pics).
One scar could be vicious.
Don't all scars tell a story?

This is my story:

I loved the sun, I loved being tan.
I didn't listen when my body screamed that it didn't want to be tan.
I was young and stupid.

Now, I value my skin and my body.
I use SPF 50--yeah it's like a paste!
I take care of myself and my skin in hopes that when I'm 50, I'll look 25 *just maybe*
It's never too late.

Tan? I'll pass!

worried

i am a planner.
i hate the unknown.
i worry about every little detail.
i need to learn to let the small things go and realize
everything happens for a reason.
God is in control and everything will fall into place.
i hate worrying.
i just like to know.