Timing

And of course this all happened while I was talking to Tony, half dressed, me, not Tony- well he might have been as well, he didn't go into detail and tell me what he was wearing while chatting with me this morning.

My timing was also off for getting up and getting ready....which of course leads to dry shampoo, a sad looking pony and some pants that may be a little to snug.  My pants being too snug have nothing to do with timing, well unless you have been counting the number of times I have been stuffing my face. Of course my teen acne has great timing too -I think my friends The Zits have a great time showing up for important weekends and they love having themselves front and center. Lucky me.

Timing also has a lot to do with the traffic I hit in the morning and the amount of times my road rage comes out - luckily it only came out in this way: "Let's go cougars, let's go!" I was following a SUV with a GO COUGARS license plate holder.  I said it in my best cheerleader voice, and if I could have pom-poms in my hand I would have raised those up as well.  But that's not safe while driving, nor do I own a pair of pom-poms.

So while I sat down at my desk this morning and realized that my timing has been really bad lately – I got on Facebook thinking surely no one would post news about a reality show winner since maybe not everyone has seen the results.  Once again, my timing stinks. 

You know who else who might have bad timing? Tony – or rather his sickness….right before we head to a wedding this weekend, that his is in and is wearing a bow tie.  Don’t worry – I’ll work on my picture timing to grab a portrait of that bad boy. 

While Tony and I might have poor timing, Tyson sure loves his time spent snuggled up next to me while I snoozed my alarm this morning.  He may be the only on a regular schedule in our household.

For the rest of the afternoon I’m going to work on my timing – especially with work deadlines – and try and get out of this funk and be time for my brow wax, and make time for a cocktail this evening.

Well, that should be a sign

You've probably read quite a few times about my, um, challenges with being healthy and maintaining a decent weight....or rather a weight that makes me feel skinny and okay with wearing tight-ish clothes.

It's been an up and down thing - and probably always will be...I guess that's what will probably happen for the rest of my life.  Poor Tony - he deals with my crazy...almost every day.  For example, I put on a Target dress yesterday, and well, if I wanted to emphasize my curves, well this dress would be the key. Except for the fact it emphasized my stomach pooch, my saddlebags and ba-donk-a-donk (and not a good donk way).

So I complained, huffed and puffed, and put on a new dress.

Then I promptly asked to drown my sorrows in Orange Leaf.  The man obliged.  See? Deals with crazy well.

But you may be wondering why all of this has come up....again. Well if I had any thought that maybe I had been putting on a little weight, I got the direct sign before work one day.  With the assistance of my pants...specifically my skinny jeans.

Those skinny jeans ripped right as I pulled them on.  If skinny jeans could laugh at every girl who "thought" they could fit into them, it would be the sound of those jeans ripping. Awesome.

My name is Caitlin and I am a sugar addict.  I'm also apparently a sad person who wore those ripped jeans to dinner....with the rip because all other jeans were dirty.

Apparently with my sugar addiction I also have a  problem with laundry and not being able to throw things away. And knowing what really fits me and what doesn't.

So for every time I've said I'm starting over and I'm going to eat healthy again and really take my work out seriously (well, I do take those seriously, I still can't sit down from Sunday's class) - it's going to be tonight.  And tomorrow and the rest of the week - I don't need any other pants ripping for a while.

Of course, it will start right after I eat these almonds.  What can I say, I eat my feelings....and my feelings are saying those chocolate almonds are 50% healthy because their almonds.

Well this is fun

I've noticed recently that my face has decided to take a visit back to puberty.  Apparently I was lucky enough to rarely get acne back in my teen days, it decided that it was going to make a full-blown comeback at....err.....in my late 20's.

Yep.  I'm now the proud owner of zit face.  Something that I don't really understand, want, or need, but apparently I don't have much say in what my face decides to do. I'm really hoping this acne party is because of stress.  Although, at this moment, I'm not really that stressed.  Have I been in the past? Well yes, there might have been one or two minor melt downs about work a few weeks ago, and we might be having little to no movement on our house, and possible some weight gain making my lovely lady bumps a little more bumpy. But I think I've been handling most of it pretty well.  Now Tony might have another idea on how I've been handling it, but I can at least say today, at this moment, I don't feel stressed.

So I think I'm going to try and work this little situation out.  Normally my hands are all over my face - maybe that is the reason why.  Most days, you can find me at my desk looking like this:

 

 

 

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Not because I'm stressing out, mostly because I have bad posture and lean on my head.  Which seems odd after I type it, but it's true....and made me just sit up a bit taller.  But I'm catching myself with my hands on my face and immediately let go of my face. Hopefully that will eliminate some of the issues. 

I'm also trying not to eat junk - maybe all of the crap, including the stuff I've been making - is leading to the Rocky Mountains on my face. Or maybe I should start drinking more water.  It's one of the best things for you - but lately I've been slacking on my water intake.  Instead of drinking my 100 oz, it's been, well, less than that.  While my trips to the bathroom have decreased the spots on my face have increased. 

And one of the last things I'll make an attempt at doing is going back to my go-to make up stuff.  Which includes using my old face lotion that I've liked and have been out of for about 3 months.  Which is why I'm glad I've had the little tool Birchbox to use - samples are my friend.

All in all my goals are as follows:
1. Get ride of my acne friends.
2. Stop touching my face.
3. Sit up straighter.
4. Drink more water.
5. Stop eating crap.
6. Go back to my old products.

Until then, don't be surprised if my hair is in my face.  I'll be pulling a Cousin It look until the Appalachian Mountains decide to fall off my forehead.

Picture Taken Fool

I've been able to keep up at my Project 365....minus a day or two.  While putting my pictures together I realized that 1. I hadn't uploaded since Day 100....whoops. and 2. I forgot how funny some of those picture moments were.  So here are some pictures from April up til June...if I'm really on top of things, I'll even post July this week. I wouldn't hold your breath though...I still haven't blogged about our recent trip, and all the excitement of selling the house. Which is not actually excitement at all considering we still live in said house and it's still on the market. Sarcasm is my second language.

Enjoy.

Day 101 to 107 

Day 108 to 114

Day 115 to 121

Day 122 to 129

Day 130 to 136

Day 137 to 143

Day 144 to 150

Day 151 to 156

Day 157 to 164 

Day 165 to 171

Day 172 to 178

Day 179 to 185....I might have missed a day here. 

Some Like It Hot

It is not me and Tony - or Tony or I - now is not the time for proper grammar. While I would usually like to let my readers know that I do know how to properly form a sentence, it's a little more difficult when flames are shooting out of my mouth while my lips melt like the Wicked Witch of the West.

I decided to catch Tony on camera when the flames appeared.

If that hasn't made you want to read more....well I'll just let you know that I made dinner.

Shocking for two reasons? Yes. But apparently I was trying to kill my husband by chili peppers in adobe sauce disguised by do it yourself Chipotle bowls.

Holy hotness Batman.

Perhaps I should have really read the bold sentence of this Pinterest-inspired creation when she wrote: **This is rather hot for some people, so be sure to cut the chili amount in half**

What I really should have done.

Damn me and not reading ahead. I did try to cut the heat with some water....however the tears in Tony's eyes 30 minutes after we finished "eating" means apparently I didn't cut it in half enough.  While we are full from dinner, it's not from the fake Chipotle bowl.  It's from the 72 glasses of milk combined with the 48 bottles of water we chugged after two bites.

Note to self: take the bold print to mean something while cooking.

Apparently after coming home from Mexico, that cuisine stuck in my mind. Probably because I ate hamburgers and chicken fingers while in the country of Mexico.  Naturally fake Chipotle bowls would be perfect, since we're trying to be good about the budget and keep things healthy.

You can keep things healthy by making sure things that involve hot chili peppers is in every bite. You pretty much stop after two bites and stay on a liquid diet until your lips stop feeling like they've entered the Devil's playground.

Oh and have I mentioned that I've done this before? Apparently I have a bad habit of making our meals the meal of a Fear Factor contestant.  Thinking that maybe this would get me out of cooking so often....like every third day....Tony made sure to encourage me that it takes practice.  Ugh.  I guess I'll have to try adobe chilis and sirichi sauce next time.

And perhaps buy an extra gallon of milk while I"m at it.

This just made me laugh. Fat cat.

Pictures all from Pinterest. Yes, it gets me even in pictures.

Where are you looking?

Tony recently purchased an iPad.  He bit the bullet after going back and forth about really needing one.  In the end, and after some, "really, it's okay to get one" from me, he got one.  He was very excited to use it - his first reason to use it? A movie.  Yep, the man downloaded Netflix so he could watch movies on trips for work when he has to fly.  He will not and probably should not watch movies while driving. That's dangerous.  Also, he has to to have an internet connection to watch his movies, and since he only got Wi-Fi, he's really just watched movies at home....on a tiny screen while his big honking tv is muted and playing some other show.  Yep...caught him doing this, I laughed.

His other reasoning to get it? Facetiming.  Okay, well maybe that was my reasoning for him to get it. I love Facetiming.  It's pretty funny to chat with your nephews who are only 20 minutes away, but still need to tell you about the under (thunder) and check to make sure you were not in fact, bit by a dog. 

So it's no surprise that we tried out Facetiming while sitting in the same room. Don't judge us....we like to look at all the features before taking our new technology anywhere.  But Tony has been on a couple trips that we actually used Facetime.  I think he really just wants to talk to Tyson, but he has to deal with me. 

And for the last couple of sessions I've noticed that my dear husband is drawn to the screen where he can see himself.  Like a fly to a light, that boy loves a good mirror.

What he doesn't realize is that I can now see him looking at himself.  Busted.

I'm sure that there are now plenty of self-portraits on the iPad. 

I should not wear white pants

It's a little known fact that I spill a lot.  Like, almost every day. It's not that I don't try to keep things clean and tidy, I just have improper hand-eye coordination and apparently my real middle name is Klutz.

According to my dad, I was diagnosed by my doctor as clumsy.  I like to think that I am just accident prone.  I'm not sure which sounds better, but it's no surprise that I have bruises on my body from things I run into on a daily basis.  Although I think things like doorways and desk corners actually jut out while I walk past.

However today would be an exception to my clumsy, spilling ways.  For some reason I have decided that wearing white pants would be okay - apparently I had a lapse in judgement while purchasing said pants.  And today, since all my black pants were dirty and I have some sweet bug bites on my legs from the weekend that make my legs look like walking dominoes - two dots on one, three dots on the other - I had to wear pants and not a skirt. The only pants that I had clean? White pants.  Technically I think they are cream, but regardless, they are asking for me to spill on them.

And spill I did. Fruit (including strawberries)  and  my sparkly water all over my sandwich and veggie chips (probably the best things ever) as well as my desk.  Close enough to almost hit my cream/white pants. On a Monday.  Round of applause, please.

So after the cleanup, I am now praying that I keep up that good luck while sporting the pants for the rest of the day...especially since I have to be in a picture later this afternoon, the whole reason I had to wear nice pants today.

I should really not wear white pants.