tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54819071257319140312024-03-14T08:46:45.380-04:00I. Me. Weda single mom's adventures in lifeJenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08872477983846210309noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481907125731914031.post-88844806356106563992011-12-07T20:20:00.000-05:002011-12-07T20:20:07.179-05:00Big Step = Big FAIL!If you are my friend on facebook, you most definitely know that I had a fight with our front door Monday night. The turning mechanism jammed and we couldn't get the door open. I inevitably had to take the door of the hinges, but that was a feat in itself. I had to use my mad football skillz to bump the door off the hinges and when I went to bump the bottom part of the door off it's hinge, I slammed my face into the door jam! Oh what fun it has been to try and cover a lovely black and blue bruise just under my left eye. Well once the door was finally off the hinges I was able to get the door knob off the door and rehinge the door. Tuesday after work I headed over to the Lawrenceville Home Depot to find a new front door knob - I even did research online so I wouldn't look like and sound like an idiot at the "man's store". Well, as a woman, I must say that that store is the MOST unorganized place in the world. You'd think that the door knobs would be with the doors, nope! So after getting slightly irritated...we finally run into an orange apron'd worker. I immediately belt out "DOOR KNOB!" After his startledness wore off, he lead us to the promised land of knobs - where I took the big step and flirted and enjoyed every minute of it, as I believe he did too. He wasn't my "usual" flirt type, but I am trying new things and wanting to step out of my box. After finding what I needed (YAY for new door knobs) we (Shannon - we ride together to work) headed out the door - but Shannon decided he needed my number because we "flirted well" together, so she headed back in to give him my number and I didn't stop her. She came back to the car with a huge smile on her face and told me that she asked him if he had a girlfriend and he said no so she gave him my number. Before we even made it to Winder I had gotten a text from him. YAY. We texted for a couple hours and he said that he would contact me the next day or Thursday (because he is in school and would be in class most of the day). Well, me being me, I got anxious when I got home to learn more about this person, so I did want any girl in her right mind would do....try and find him on facebook. Well I found him....and his marital status of MARRIED! FUUUUUUUUUDGE! Boy can I pick em!Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08872477983846210309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481907125731914031.post-139863272424711212011-11-25T19:40:00.000-05:002011-11-25T19:40:45.802-05:00One Year!One year ago, one huge asshole changed my view on myself and my life. I don't thank him, I don't praise him...I celebrate that he is gone (though he still loves to call in the middle of the night every 2-3 months)<br />
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Since this day in 2010 I have grown out my hair, made a list of my FDH, lost 64 lbs, fell in love with my child over and over again and realized I am not the person that he tried to convince me I am....YAY for falling out of fake love and realizing my worth!Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08872477983846210309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481907125731914031.post-68340208195894123542011-10-22T21:58:00.000-04:002011-10-22T21:58:24.148-04:00and we partied...So since I have a birthday coming up (#32 - which is weird that Im not freaking out about this number like I did 30 and 31) I decided I wanted to celebrate...Celebrating my birthday and celebrating that I hit my 60lb mark today :) YAY me! I really wanted to celebrate...with PIZZA! I haven't had pizza ( a real pizza) in so long! Winder has a pizza place (Dooley's) that a few people have told me about and I decided (though I hadn't been there yet) that is where I wanted to go! So I invited a couple handfuls of people and ate a WHOLE calzone...totally yum! I was too busy talking to the intermixed group of people that I didn't get many pictures, but a fun time was had! Thanks to all that were able to come...and to those who didn't, you missed out on some yumminess!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMXPp6UT0ce8DM3ceOxfgN7a8oMqGjPSombjCI1g1z8QuRElS-p7uuYXn5Y8AXsQujmynTdXMGW5RKtau-8GTFWg3hB51L67wRnZyNnhucLeTjhAnp6K3jaYhCKJU7E6oSvKXzA15pA78/s1600/100_1339.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="178" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMXPp6UT0ce8DM3ceOxfgN7a8oMqGjPSombjCI1g1z8QuRElS-p7uuYXn5Y8AXsQujmynTdXMGW5RKtau-8GTFWg3hB51L67wRnZyNnhucLeTjhAnp6K3jaYhCKJU7E6oSvKXzA15pA78/s320/100_1339.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Say hey to Sara! I went to Elementary School (McKendree) and Middle School (Lawrenceville Middle) with her! We haven't seen each other since we went to different High Schools, so tonight was our 15+ year reunion! So fun to catch up and hang out with her!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3CKTkIWZQ-_D_hxGzaLecajBJKBZ58CBhVlj7Kz0xnBz5bxKsYdG62RR2nWQC8bmcR8fdLXdD1jr0zaM5GA9FjJ9KyjaOXhC1wWKt9sjAf-oaXHI70T_Twi3I46eIAolKWqzqqRCFNyY/s1600/100_1342.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="289" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3CKTkIWZQ-_D_hxGzaLecajBJKBZ58CBhVlj7Kz0xnBz5bxKsYdG62RR2nWQC8bmcR8fdLXdD1jr0zaM5GA9FjJ9KyjaOXhC1wWKt9sjAf-oaXHI70T_Twi3I46eIAolKWqzqqRCFNyY/s320/100_1342.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I just had to admire our really cute genes again! Grandma would be so proud of us! </div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08872477983846210309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481907125731914031.post-82474286995984626092011-10-16T20:26:00.000-04:002011-10-16T20:26:21.690-04:001 week to gotill the mid point of this adventure. I have until October 24th to get 2 more pounds off of me to make it a total of 60lbs lost! Of course, it didn't help the Skyler won a very YUMMY chocolate chip cake from the cake walk today...I guess Im gonna have to DOUBLE up the Zumba this week!Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08872477983846210309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481907125731914031.post-9395691501213283812011-10-08T21:49:00.000-04:002011-10-08T21:49:55.377-04:00Debbie Downer Moment ALERT!I seem to get stuck in these very pensive attitudes lately. They seem to be happening more often than not, too. Mostly occurring on Friday nights when I am at home, messing around on FB watching most of my "friends" add status updates about being out and enjoying the night....and then I start thinking (which is detrimental to me).<br />
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My Friday nights tend to consist of me at home, sitting in front of the TV doing....NOTHING. Sad thing is that my Saturday's are starting to get this way too. I think I have finally hit the loner persona OR I've just realized that I have been this way for a while...either way, I feel lame. <br />
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Most of my friends are married or coupled up and tend to spend their time with other married or coupled up folks. I know I told myself that during this journey of weight loss, I wanted to do it on my own and for myself, by myself, but I'm getting lonely. <br />
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My phone rarely rings and if it does it is usually a wrong number or Skyler calling to ask if he can go to a friend's house after school. Text messages, lately, have been more about work than personal.<br />
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Then I start to wonder....what's wrong with me that no one wants to hang out or call and chat....It's a sucky, sad, piss-poor way of thinking and feeling, but I can only put on a happy face for so long before I come to the conclusion that maybe I'm just not the person that people want to be around...<br />
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...I need to fix this, but unsure how.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08872477983846210309noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481907125731914031.post-30152033554508232672011-09-15T21:03:00.000-04:002011-09-15T21:03:22.946-04:00And so it begins....Skyler has a crush...<br />
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He started asking questions tonight while we were watching the football game. He is curious to how he should talk and treat girls! I gave him the low down in my opinion how us girls like to be treated. I made sure I emphasized that we do not like to be picked on and we love compliments, sweet compliments! He was so cute in the whole conversation and told me that he gets shaky when he tries to talk to her.<br />
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It is a GREAT thing that I have a connection at the school and promptly texted Aunt Nak (Skyler's godmother) to get the low down on this girl that has my baby's attention! And just as I have raised him, he has chosen a good, smart and sweet girl. Her name is Anna and has medium brown hair like his and green eyes, just like him, too! She is a gymnast and a Math Master. OH! And she is taller than he is - which I find funny since he is taller than all the boys in his class - then I had to remember that I was taller than most boys until I got to middle school. <br />
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I so, totally, stalked her mom's FB page and caught a glimpse of her. I must say, I have taught my boy well!<br />
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I have been so against buying new clothes. Mainly because I don't want to waste a lot of money (cause I don't have much to begin with!) right now, so that I can spend more when I am the finished product. <br />
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Well, clothes (especially scrubs) are getting extra baggy these days and there are days when I get "the look" making me feel like I don't look professional with such bagginess going on. So, I've instated the will buy one new scrub every pay day. This isn't such a bad thing because you can usually find a good deal on them some places - even places you wouldn't expect. Today was the day to buy a new scrub. <br />
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I ended up at Walmart and not because I needed a scrub, but since they have them their I thought I would just look and see what they had available. Last pay day I bought a pair of grey scrub pants and I wanted a top to match. Apparently this is the season for grey, cause they had three tops that my pants would match. I found one I REALLY enjoyed (even though it was $16, ugh I hate paying that for a scrub top). While looking for my size I noticed they only had an XS (HA!), L and 2XL...POOP! I knew I couldn't fit in the XS and the 2XL would be too big (cause that is the size that I started out in 5-6 months ago), I kinda got a little discouraged because I really dug this top. Well I took the L into the dressing room ready to be all discouraged....slipped it over my head, pulled it down over my shoulders, got down to my hips and it fit over them! IT SERIOUSLY FIT OVER MY HIPS!!! Yes, there may be a little snuggishness, but it fits. I turned around and I looked in the dressing room mirror....and completely lost it. Ugly crying, snotty sniffling...whole body crying. I think I scared the poor lady that stands outside the dressing rooms, because after about a minute of hearing me she said "Honey, are you ok??!" and in my blubbering I was able to tell her that I was ok and after I composed myself and came out of the dressing room I explained myself....and I got a high five! I left Walmart with a huge smile on my face and got in my car and yelled....THERE ARE NO X's ON MY TAG! Thank you Momma for always teaching me to wear waterproof make up! <br />
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http://knowitalldesigns.blogspot.comJenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08872477983846210309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481907125731914031.post-22117280797240730712011-09-10T21:55:00.001-04:002011-09-10T21:55:12.264-04:00Hehe!Guess who bought a shirt in the regular part of the store this morning! Plus it's a little big :) It's the small things that can make a girl happy....Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08872477983846210309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481907125731914031.post-20263877294973157222011-09-05T20:54:00.000-04:002011-09-05T20:54:42.056-04:00FDH - Future Dream Husband<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;">I have a running list of characteristics that I would enjoy for FDH to employ...I add and subtract and modify this list on occasion....but here is the gist. I will add more when the list gets updated again.</span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial;">Tall and Stout</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial;">. FDH will have to be bigger than me OR make me feel smaller.<span> </span>I am NOT short.<span> </span>I am also not the smallest person.<span> </span>My size may be whittling down, but I still want FDH to be stout, have some meat on him.<span> </span>I in no way want to feel like I am going to be punctured by some guy’s bony-ness.<span> </span>Daddy likes to call what stature I like in a guy “Built like a brick shit-house”<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial;">Chivalry Ain’t Dead</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial;">. FDH has to put my coat on for me. I realize that I’m perfectly capable of putting my own coat on and I have no problem doing so, but it’s just so sweet when a guy helps you. There are a ton of chivalrous things that I hope my man does but the coat assistance stands out to me. We always hear about the door open, but you rarely see the coat assistance. And I love me some coats…even though I live in <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Georgia</st1:place></st1:country-region> and it rarely gets cold enough for a coat…even in winter. Also, lead me with his hand in the small of my back…let’s me know that I am being looked out for.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial;">Handy Manny.</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial;"> I need someone who can take care of business when the occasion calls for it. I mean if we break down on the side of the road and all we have is a stick of gum and a bag of popcorn, he should be able to fix anything, correct?<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial;">Athletic</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial;">. I hate to even bring this one up because I know that sports aren’t everyone’s thing, but I think it might be a necessity for me. FDH doesn’t have to be good at sports….he doesn’t even have to still play any sports…but previous participation is a big plus. I’m partial to football, but other sports will do. As long as <em><span style="font-family: Arial;">I</span></em> don’t have to explain to <em><span style="font-family: Arial;">you</span></em> what’s going on in the game we’ll be good. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;">Big Hands.</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span> </span>This is a strange one to most, but it has always been on my list.<span> </span>I am Jennifer Howell and I am 5’10” and I have big hands.<span> </span>Crazy big hands.<span> </span>My hands seem to overwhelm most of my petite friends.<span> </span>I rarely can find a winter glove to wear that didn’t come from the men’s department.<span> </span>FDH must have big hands.<span> </span>One’s that will make me feel safe and protected as he holds it. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;">All in the Family.</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span> </span>In the past I sometimes feel like I have fallen for the family more than I had the boy…maybe that should have been my clue, but a good family is a necessity, especially if I am becoming apart of it and will have to participate in it for the rest of my life!<span> </span>I know that families come in many shapes and sizes and we all have our quirks, but if FDH loves each and every aspect of his family (good and bad) and they get along, I’m down!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>Family Man.</b><span> </span>FDH wants to be a family <strong><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial;">(and will be a kick-ass father).</span></strong><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="background: white; color: #333333;"> </span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="background: white; color: #333333;">Like, wants them. Knows he wants them. Not someone who thinks he will want them "someday."</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="background: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial;">Loves to laugh.</span></strong><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial;"> FDH laughs at my jokes.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="background: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial;"> </span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="background: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial;">And I mean really laughs, because he thinks I am hilarious, not just to be polite because eventually politeness wears off.</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="background: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="background: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial;">Attention to Detail.</span></strong><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial;"> FDH will know tulips are in season starting mid-April.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="background: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"> </span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="background: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial;">Tulips are my most favorite flower in the entire universe. I would rather get a bouquet of tulips from the deli every week for that short period that they're available at the end of winter and early spring than roses every week for a year (unless they are sterling roses). It's not about getting flowers from a man. It's about him being someone who remembers that they are among my most favorite things on the planet and having them around me makes me happy.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="background: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial;">Different Smarts.</span></strong><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #333333; font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>FDH is really smart, but hopefully in different areas than I am.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="background: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"> </span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="background: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial;">Some of the sexiest professions are in fields that I know nothing about—architects, firemen, cabana boys—and I</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="background: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial;"> </span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="background: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial;">love the idea of meeting someone who brings new ideas into my world and vice versa. Which is not to say I wouldn't love to date someone in the medical field—I would—but hopefully he is also a rocket scientist in his spare time.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="background: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial;">Team Player.</span></b></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="background: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial;"> FDH is strong enough to cook and do the laundry.<span> </span>It’s not that I want FH to do these things everyday; it is that I want to know he is there and ready to pitch in ANYWHERE occasionally!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="background: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial;">Forgiveness Counts.</span></b></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="background: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial;"><span> </span>FDH is not critical and can forgive.<span> </span>This is a trait that I hope to reciprocate.<span> </span>Criticizing is a fear related activity and does not contribute to a healthy relationship.<span> </span>Forgiveness is needed in small and large amounts daily.<span> </span>Without it we can become revengeful and unhealthy.<span> </span>It is something we need to do for ourselves and others.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="background: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial;">Not right all the time.</span></b></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="background: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial;"><span> </span>Everyone makes mistakes and people who can admit to their faults are admired.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="background: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial;">Sense of Humor.</span></b></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="background: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial;"><span> </span>Humor comes in a lot of different packages.<span> </span>Some are funny with little boy humor, many have a coy wit about them.<span> </span>FDH will have a gentle sarcasm which at times bears a bit of truth.<span> </span>I especially like it when he makes the joke’s about him and not at someone else’s expense.<span> </span>Oh and has to be able to handle my gentle, competitive sarcastic humor!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="background: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial;">Good Listening Skills.</span></b></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="background: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial;"><span> </span>FDH doesn’t have to agree with me, but he can always listen to me and hear what I have to say without getting upset or defensive.<span> </span>He can hold me and let me cry without demanding I give a reason.<span> </span>It is really nice to have someone to go to when we are overwhelmed and frightened.<span> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="background: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial;">Thinks I am the best…EVER.</span></b></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="background: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial;"><span> </span>FDH thinks I am the best he has ever met and doesn’t have a difficult time letting others know it.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08872477983846210309noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481907125731914031.post-77118529639316658752011-09-05T19:39:00.000-04:002011-09-05T19:39:02.575-04:00This is how I'm gonna catch him...by showing off my baking ability!<br />
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Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08872477983846210309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481907125731914031.post-49247118015136914972011-08-31T21:18:00.000-04:002011-08-31T21:18:28.283-04:00Know It All DesignsI recently have started back in the crafting world and picked up a new craft. I am making wooden tile pendants that can be customized to people's wants and needs for a pendant to match an outfit or even a necklace. Find me on facebook under Know It All Designs and see if you like what you see....I'd be happy to custom make pendants for all occasions and celebrations!Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08872477983846210309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481907125731914031.post-79063326358049054372011-08-28T10:57:00.000-04:002011-08-28T10:57:48.119-04:00Doin the Happy Dance!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4BLIxMFq0XFmQSXeiPp-10wpN4d7thmFKrqOS73Z0DK43IlO0fXG5wCsyZk5nvNpa8zJbJZqXClZFSkxqrTNKSRlJz0rXRmOTHqKGQKLT-MNEAbzYw0AhAXZMUOW52OkZuBp4Hd8SWLI/s1600/halfway.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4BLIxMFq0XFmQSXeiPp-10wpN4d7thmFKrqOS73Z0DK43IlO0fXG5wCsyZk5nvNpa8zJbJZqXClZFSkxqrTNKSRlJz0rXRmOTHqKGQKLT-MNEAbzYw0AhAXZMUOW52OkZuBp4Hd8SWLI/s1600/halfway.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">...and only 15 pounds away from pre-pregnancy weight! I know I said I didn't wanna brag, but I'm happy and excited! The past two weeks have been rough with the stalled weight pattern!</div><br />
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<br /></div><div>Just sayin!</div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08872477983846210309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481907125731914031.post-46719341906536250042011-08-26T17:52:00.000-04:002011-08-26T17:52:18.566-04:00Duck Butt!That's what I feel like most days when I head to work. I got rid of a bunch of scrubs about 4 years ago, because I gave up on losing weight. Well, problem is...I need them back because I feel like I look like this nowadays<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Being a 31 year old single mother of a 9 year old growing weed and caretaker of 2 60+ year old parents (yes! My parents live with me....I feel better with them here, I know they are eating well and taken care of) and our lovely economy doesn't leave much (or any at all) money for me to buy new things, but since I hit my 50lb mark today, I bought 1 pair of new scrub pants....they were only 9 bucks and I needed this color to match a couple tops I have. So maybe, MAYBE, if I can find a good deal like this every payday Ill start building a new work wardrobe...but not too much since I have 59lbs more to go....</div><br />
Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08872477983846210309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481907125731914031.post-87524616286537818192011-08-18T21:30:00.001-04:002011-08-18T21:30:07.112-04:00Whatever!My debit card got hacked - not sure how....person charged two plane tickets worth over $3500 and wiped out my moolah...compensating with cookies and wine...and I dont care!Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08872477983846210309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481907125731914031.post-67363106157485717532011-08-16T20:02:00.000-04:002011-08-16T20:02:05.277-04:00I think I may have figured something out...Something very important!<br />
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I really shouldn't brag about my weight loss! I have noticed over the lasts 5 months that when I would get sooo excited when the scale when down and I would hit my goals, the scale would actually turn itself on me and try to creep back up or just get stuck in one position for a few days. Not a big fan of it AT ALL! It may have even cost me my 5 month goal (it was an unofficial goal, but still). I weighed in on Monday up 2 lbs from when I had my bragging streak! HMPPH....back down to the 48lbs as of today, but BARELY! So I am gonna TRY (keyword TRY) to not get excited and brag about the numbers and just post at the bottom of my page on my LillyPad icon....Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08872477983846210309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481907125731914031.post-62000869071347510712011-08-09T18:50:00.000-04:002011-08-09T18:50:05.099-04:00Hmm...Interesting!A good interesting that is....I weighed yesterday morning (well, I actually weigh everyday at work - so that I have a constant to compare my numbers to) and it said that new decade number, which I was happy with because I had kinda gotten in a stall pattern AND I had two cupcakes at BFF and favorite Marine's wedding on Sunday....this morning it was another two pounds down :) I will not complain about that at all! Down a total of 48lbs! So maybe I will hit that 50lb mark by the 15th of August...who's gonna buy me lunch if I do?!?<br />
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Oooh, that sounds like a good competition!Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08872477983846210309noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481907125731914031.post-63592872573799363122011-08-08T19:48:00.000-04:002011-08-08T19:48:31.120-04:00New week...new......"decade" of numbers! I call each set of 10lb increments "decades". I am now into new decade! YAY! It felt like I was in that last decade for a WHILE. Maybe not fretting so much and just enjoying my time off helped.<br />
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I have SUCKED lately with exercise. It is so stinking hot and when I get good and sweaty I tend to get a really bad headache. Not exercising like I should could be another culprit for not dropping like I should, but I am happy with were I am. <br />
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I'm down a total of 46lbs in almost 5 months (the 15th is start of the 6th month) and everyone seems to be noticing....I notice the change in how my clothes fit, but not necessarily in how I look, the best compliment was from Billy (Bildy). BFF, Crusty, and her husband, Bildy (my favorite Marine), were in town this past week (they are stationed at Twentynine Palms, CA). They surprised me at the office last money with a visit from them and their 6 week old son, Liam! Plus they got to show off to everyone at work (Crusty used to work with me and everyone loved her!). While in town for their post deployment leave, Crusty and Bildy, joined Dr Hearin (boss man) and I at Trivia. We used to go to trivia every Friday night before Crusty and Bildy moved to Memphis a little over 3 (or could it actually be 4?) years ago. Secret Cervix was reunited! Even better we finished in 3rd place! But Bildy's reaction to my weight loss was fab, he made me feel good! While waiting for trivia to start he said..."You are looking most fabulous and I'm totally proud of your awesomeness!" That was then concluded with the loudest, best high-five that actually brought tears to my eyes! I love that I have the support and encouragement from such wonderful people, including all of you that are following and reading along in my journey! Thank you from the bottom of my shrinking body's heart!!Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08872477983846210309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481907125731914031.post-62451049904888567492011-08-08T19:30:00.000-04:002011-08-08T19:30:18.005-04:00Happy First Day of 4th Grade!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigQZShDTS3L7b1FdjabHfIWNi2_ih2BK2PTSfTw0XxRuagW8Kz5KkB7YPXSBWWI3FZQwQnm6tH2cnKilgLaPgRLMNz0whr7ReBA8YijlBDlflwDA8NXPC4xWLYVctHf6ZUBq64Zrsu3P4/s320/100_1066.jpg" width="320" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Skyler and Momma waiting on the bus.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Hope all my friends in education and all the moms, dads and school-aged kids enjoyed their first day back! Skyler was quite excited. He was dressed and ready to go by 6:09a, after only getting up at 5:58a! I got my "Im home" phone call about 3:15p to let me know that his day was "wonderful" and he reiterated that he thinks he will love 4th grade, because there is a lot of math! Success! Let's just hope we make it past the day 3 phone call! (Day 3 phone call happened in K, 1st and 2nd grades - thanks in part to his anxiety)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08872477983846210309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481907125731914031.post-85368040801066226942011-08-06T21:32:00.001-04:002011-08-06T21:46:18.877-04:00The rest of August Break!Wednesday I didn't have anything planned...maybe head to Lawrenceville and partake in boss man's pool, maybe get the rest of school's supplies needed....or....<br />
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At about 0730 (yes, I was already awake), Aunt Nak (Kathryn) texted me. "What do you have planned today? You wanna meet me at the school and work on bulletin boards and I will buy you lunch?" SCORE!! At work I sit at the Nurse's station and there are 5 cabinets up above me. They are blue and boring, so I took the liberty, starting in February, to start decorating them with different themes each month. Each month they get more elaborate. I keep getting told I should have been a kindergarten teacher! Well that would be a NO, but I should start a business decorating bulletin boards for those teacher that loathe it!<br />
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Skyler and I headed up to the school to meet Aunt Nak (Kathryn is Skyler's godmother and is also the school counselor at his school!) about 0830 Wednesday morning and help decorate her two bulletin boards. Skyler got to see his 2nd and 3rd grade teachers - he especially loved his 3rd grade teacher - and he introduced me to about 2 dozen other teachers or helpers! He then volunteered to help out his 3rd grade teacher clean up her room and then he moved onto another teacher's room! Skyler is a great helper (when it's not for me and their isn't a TV around to distract him!) and got great compliments from the teachers at the end of the morning. <br />
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Aunt Nak held up her end of the deal and we ended up at our favorite Mexican place in Winder...<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thursday morning was another early morning. For some reason, Barrow County loves to have their open house at the butt crack of dawn. Seriously, I know it is because they try to accommodate working parents and give them a chance to meet the teacher and get the information and then head to work. Open house started at 7am and it took everything I had to convince Skyler that we didn't HAVE to be there right at 7am. He was excited! So after getting up at 0530, so that I could color my hair (I didn't wanna look like his grandmother with all the grey hair I had going on!) and getting ready we headed out and go to the school at about 0730. I was already told in the car that I wasn't allow to search for his name on the posters, he was gonna do it himself! I then asked him, who he thought was going to be his teacher and he spat out a couple names...and I took the liberty to make sure that he wouldn't be disappointed if those weren't the teacher that he was assigned to. Of course I get the "No Problem Mom...I'll be good with whatever!" Ugh, he is growing up! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We walked up to the sign...he found his name...and blurted out..."YES!! Ms. Johnson!" I thought it was cute and didn't think much of it until we walked into his classroom....and saw Malibu Barbie!! Probably Malibu Barbie on steroids! She had on 3+ inch heels which made her taller than me by about 3-4 inches which meant I was looking UP to her. Long blond hair, perfect body, clothes fit perfectly....yup! No wonder he was excited to have Ms Johnson! Maybe she will be able to keep his attention and he is eager to learn from Barbie! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08872477983846210309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481907125731914031.post-25982271963236657492011-08-06T21:16:00.000-04:002011-08-06T21:16:02.998-04:00I haven't forgotten.......I'm just not stepping on the scale! I've had the past week off and I chose to spend it with my very handsome son and not to worry about the scale this week. I know I am going to have to step on the scale Monday morning (1st day of school - hope to hit 45lbs down goal). <br />
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Skyler and I spent the week doing different things. Monday, I did have to work and a busy day that was! Tuesday morning started August Break and we started quite early that morning! Up at 6 to go watch the Falcon's practice<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">At about 9, we met up with a childhood friend, Allison and her 4 year old Cannon to watch practice. We were able to get to see a lot since we were right up on the rope at the 40 yard line. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7MOVhSYdbzB0SY8BZQjs3TjKBgKoEnFVBeZVSWh6JgFv5x8Pu8uDA9GVZRsF4OtGWjpOYCU5PEAAjvRYrjqaCtdtjlElH3_mTJ-P3n4PuL2OaiBIZce34PHNpqZ41EjxL4CuZvjRbGUk/s1600/IMG_1056%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7MOVhSYdbzB0SY8BZQjs3TjKBgKoEnFVBeZVSWh6JgFv5x8Pu8uDA9GVZRsF4OtGWjpOYCU5PEAAjvRYrjqaCtdtjlElH3_mTJ-P3n4PuL2OaiBIZce34PHNpqZ41EjxL4CuZvjRbGUk/s320/IMG_1056%255B1%255D.jpg" width="238" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Nothing like watching your star quarterback get hit upside the head by one of the trainers that had chain gang duty! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Since we had Cannon there with us, he wasn't so thrilled with hanging out in the heat until 1130, so about 1015 or so we headed out and went over to Allison's house and occupied her pool for a couple hours! Best part....we realized she is literally 7 minutes from us! Great first day of break and last week of summer vacation for little man!</div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08872477983846210309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481907125731914031.post-48932264820017377712011-07-31T15:09:00.000-04:002011-07-31T15:09:53.741-04:00Screw losing weight.......when you can eat brownies and hang out with these fabulous people! <br />
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</div><div align="left">I have known these girls for quite sometime, so I love that I was able to head over to Sarah's parents house and surprise them at a cookout. Nothing like hanging out, eating brownies and supporting a very strong, loving, sweet Sarah who is kicking breast cancer's butt at the age of 31. I love her...no matter the time or the distance between us, God brought us together as friends for a reason! </div><div align="left"><br />
</div><div align="left">Thanks ladies (all kids and husbands and families) for a fun night!</div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08872477983846210309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481907125731914031.post-27757370164351450932011-07-26T20:24:00.000-04:002011-07-26T20:24:25.014-04:00Dang it!!Damn Costco!! When you work at a medium sized office we tend to get local vendors that come to the office and try to get us to sign up for something or be a member of something....well our yearly visit from Costco came yesterday.<br />
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Don't get me wrong, I absolutely LOVE Costco! Love it to its fullest. I have spent a lot of money at that place including TVs, refrigerators, washers and dryers and my beloved 10ft Christmas tree...but since we have moved out to Winder, we gave up our membership to try and stay away and save a little...we only go when desperate because there are too many temptations there. <br />
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Well when they come to the office they also bring samplings of stuff....well during this transformation into a healthy me, I have cut WAY back on my breads (which I believe got me into the way I am/was). But Costco has the most fabulous croissants. OMG...buttery, soft....and YUP the sales lady brought them...grr!!<br />
To make things worse! There was a flat left over (12 dang yummies) and I brought it home <insert the reasoning that the family loves them here>...and I broke down and ate one with my very large and fabulous salad at dinner....UGH!! <br />
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Come to think about it, I didn't blame it on Costco last night....I blamed it on a swift kick to my heart. Here is a funny (well I think its funny/revelating) for ya. When growing up I always had the aspirations to be in medicine, which I am...but my ultimate goal was to be a doctor. I wrote a paper in 5th grade about how I wanted to either be an obstetrician or work with sports teams. Of course, life hands you different routes to be travelled and I at least work in one of those areas. At my office, we are getting a new obstetrician/gynecologist. She is very bright and energetic and while adding her information to our facebook fan page last night I noticed her birth year....<strong>1981</strong>....and I swear it felt like I had the wind knocked out of me. That could have been me...AND we will have a doctor at the office that is freaking YOUNGER than me! I felt very slackerish....because I haven't yet fulfilled my dreams of a BSN, MSN...and I'm already 31 and rapidly approaching 32. So the croissant was to comfort me and my heart in my agonizing realization....then I decided...new body and healthy life need to comes first...then work on the other dream....and I need to remember that ONE DAY I will have it all :)Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08872477983846210309noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5481907125731914031.post-12691467277170114592011-07-25T13:02:00.000-04:002011-07-25T13:02:05.472-04:00Not too Shabby!I was a little nervous to come into work today and hop on the scale. I didn't think I had done so hot with my eating this weekend, but apparently I was wrong. I was convinced my pancakes did me in as well as my snacking. If it did, it didn't show on the scale. Down another 1.5lbs over the weekend. Not a huge number, but still a good number. Now down a total of 42.5lbs - with 66.5lbs to go. Inching closer to the half way mark...<br />
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Next SMALL goal - down 45lbs total by the time school starts<br />
Next OVERALL goal - down 50lbs total by Aug 15thJenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08872477983846210309noreply@blogger.com0