Sometimes you just need to laugh.

So I have this goal.

And I'm working my way towards it. One year is what I've given myself.

Of course, it has to deal with my body.

I am a very confident person, in all areas of my life, save one.

My body.

I have a very low outlook on my body image, but it doesn't mean I'm not a confident person or have confidence in my abilities, or in myself. It's just means that I have a really screwed up view of how my body looks.

But there are facts that cannot be ignored. Stretch marks from my two kids. Extra weight that likes to sit on my belly, back, and butt. Well it's kind of made it's home for 8 years and doesn't really want to leave. I just sit with this extra 20 pounds, hardly varying in weight.

So I'm doing something about it, but not your regular diet and what not. No, no, no, this is a full on lifestyle change. I've worked out before, I've done diets, I've done almost everything one can think of. I'm an active person. I run and bike. Yet, you wouldn't really be able to tell that just by looking at me. So instead of bawling about it, I'm going to not let my mind and body win any longer.

I go to this place where, let me just say, they try to kill you everyday. But it HURTS so good. You work out with a group of people, but there is a trainer there pumping you up, pushing you to work harder, and telling you if you have the right or wrong technique of things.

I'm taking it a step further and they are actually going to show me how to eat for my body. Did you know that cookies and strawberry frozen yogurt isn't what my body needs? Weird right?

Anyway... what I'm getting at is they encourage you to take a before picture. The ME before the NEW ME sort of deal, before my re-incarnation.

So I did.

Let's just say, maybe my mind's eye wasn't so thwarted on what my body looked like. Maybe it IS as bad as I had imagined...if not worse. GASP!

Instead of crying and throwing myself in the depths of depression after seeing those pics, that my husband took, I laughed.

I laughed and laughed and laughed. I mean gut laughed. Tears rolling down my face. It's absolutely horrid and I couldn't bring myself to be sad about it.

I don't understand why that is. But I feel so renewed. So ready to break free. Or fill in your own cliche.

All I know is sometimes you just need to laugh.

Blogging Mama Andrea sent this video to me. I'm a Lady Gaga fan. It's pretty awesome and she rocks for sending it to me. Watch it!


How are all of you with the whole body image thing?

Just real fast... we need some Guest Writers!

Hey PeePs-

I want so much for you to click over to Real World and see what topics are posted over there and see if you would be interested in Guest Contributing for us!



I'd love for some of my friends to give it a go!

Love ya guys,

Leave your "advice" to yourself.

Here's the thing. I don't like advice from strangers.

I don't. As much as I'm really a pushover and a nice person in my own right. I begrudgingly hate advice or maybe it's just the advice where someone is telling me what to do? Ya know? Like when I feel like they are being demeaning instead of helpful.

I instantly want to rebel. Call it immaturity call it what you want.

My husband has to deal with this on a daily basis. Our communication lacks, in that, if he TELLS me how to do something it comes across as him TELLING me it's THAT way or no way and I'd be dumb if I did it any other way.

Are you guys still with me? Because I said WAY a lot up there and it may have made some of your brains hurt.

Since I love my husband I sometimes concede to do it his way in certain situations because I a) feel the need to humor him and b) because I realize I am lacking in maturity, for, in that certain situation his way is more logical and usually more efficient. (I do have to state here that I concede probably only 47% of the time which is up from my 10% when we first got married, so I am making progress).

But when a stranger is "giving me advice" but is really telling me what to do, I usually want to throat punch them. No lie. In my head I become very vicious and would probably scare any therapist.

Like when I'm at the grocery store and my son is sitting on the edge of the cart and I'm looking for cereal and I have some stranger come up to me in a belittling tone and say, "You really should make your son sit down because he could be seriously injured. You should pay attention, did you know your son be seriously injured?" -- in my mind, I throat punched that guy and he fell to the floor gurgling for air. What I actually did is said, "Mind your own business please, my child is just sitting there while I look for cereal, when I start the cart moving again I'll make sure he sits down."

Or how about when I'm about to walk out of my work and I come to a closed door that is usually open. I see a guy painting through the window, I take a step closer to see a bit more, and a lady walking down the hall says, "Nah ah ah, I don't think so. If you think your going to get through there you better knock and then ask him to get down from that ladder before you even think about opening that door." -- in my mind I throat punched her and she fell head first into the drinking fountain before she landed unconscious on the floor. What I did was said, "Oh! I wasn't going to go through there was just seeing why the door was closed", and then gave her a smarty smile and walked off.

Alls I'm saying is, is this normal?

Now go over to Real World and read what Annie from Regarding Annie has to say about Pornography. You won't want to miss it. And give her some comment love, this was a tough issue to write on!

Eclipse versus Baby who should win?

Okay discussion time people.

I am absolutely floored.

A few weekends ago I was up North and I always listen to 93.3 because it is Country (shut up my fellow country music hating friends-it's like my YOGA-keeps me centered), as I was saying, I was listening to this country station and the radio hosts were asking listeners what they thought about people bringing their babies to the movies and what they should do if the baby starts to act up, cry, make noise, distrub... kind of thing.

I thought in my head... well DUH, everyone will call in and say that it is RUDE to allow a baby to disturb a movie theater during a movie.

So the Radio Host goes on to say that his wife was watching Eclipse and a baby starts to cry. The lady with the baby tried to console it, but didn't take it out of the theater, apparently she was on the very back row. So a lady a few rows ahead of her turned around and SHHH'd her. The lady with the baby ignored it and tried to quiet the baby, but didn't take it out.

I guess it got to the point that the whole theater at one time or another was turning their heads to give stares and their own shhh's... the lady that shhhh'd the first time, from what the radio host said, started calling out things like, "Quiet that baby", others joined in by saying, "Shut it off", "take the baby out of the theater", so on and so forth.

This was at the first of the movie and at this point nobody was watching the movie and everyone was trying to get the mom to take the baby out of the theater. The Mom defiantly started walking down the steps to take the baby out, but she stopped at where the first lady who had shhh'd was sitting and proceeds to kick the lady.

What the WHAT!?

That is the story relayed. Now the Radio Host opens up the lines to ask what people thought of it.

Let me tell you what I think. TAKE THE BABY OUT. In fact, I'm the one preaching to leave the baby home. It's true, I'm heartless. Rent a movie, make your hubs stay at home, call in a baby sitter, or don't go. Most any baby can wait an hour or two to be breastfed. If you are that worried about them not being able to cope without you there every minute of their life... then again I say, don't go to the movie theater, wait until it comes out on video. Everyone there is paying money (getting raped in the process but we don't care) to sit and watch a movie, relatively in silence, undisturbed, and for some...like me, to relax and escape from reality for a few hours.

In my mind, this applies to cell phones also. The bright glare from the phone isn't hidden in the darkness of a movie theater. And your life can't possibly be THAT important that you can't wait a few hours to text whomever may need to contact you back. If you ARE important (and who am I to judge ;) then don't go to movies!!! Don't distract and disturb me. Turn your phone OFF or to SILENT or don't go to a movie theater! I get the whole forgetting to turn it off and it accidentally rings or makes a sound... but please, please and please don't answer it... if you feel the undying itch to answer the phone then WALK OUT of the theater and call the person back.

This isn't asking to much is it?

Well back to my original story. On this radio show people actually called in and sympathized with the mother who had the baby who was disturbing everyone else! (Let's not forget these people were seeing Eclipse, which they probably had to wait in line for, for some HOURS, only to have this happen!!!)

Anyway, I'd like to hear what you guys think.

Okay or not okay to take a baby to the movie theater? And how do you feel about people texting on their cell phones during a movie?

I went to Eclipse on July 4th and I saw that sign (pictured above) plastered everywhere. I guess the theater up North wasn't the only theater that had to deal with these problems!

Really?  

It's easy to take liberty for granted...

“It is easy to take liberty for granted, when you have never had it taken from you.” - Anon

The True Meaning of the 4th of July: "The Fourth of July is a time to commemorate America's declaration of separation from Great Britain that was made on July 4, 1776. Our freedom and our democracy that we have been blessed with is a direct product of the sheer determination from our forefathers who worked to establish the United States of America as a free country." Found on this site.

I'm thankful for days like the Fourth of July to help us take the time to remember. We are so blessed. We are so lucky. We should honor our forefathers and the soldiers today by remembering, but also by being everyday examples of good citizens, of appreciation, of pride for our country, of a united front to other nations.

I love this quote: “Democracy is the government of the people, by the people, for the people” – Abraham Lincoln

We, the PEOPLE, make this nation great! We make it what it is. The government is there to help but not to rule. Remember that. “Those who desire to give up freedom in order to gain security will not have, nor do they deserve, either one.” – Benjamin Franklin

Happy Fourth of July Everyone!



The Ragged Old Flag...


Love,