Hostess love affair
Made it to the 170’s… !!!!!!!!
The verdict this morning is 179.2. That’s 1.2 d0wn. I still will weigh in tomorrow as my normal day has been Tuesdays but lately I’ve been doing it on Monday. I was also thinking of doing a WI every 10 days…. what do ya’ll think?
Life is approaching some normalcy again as the home show is over. It’s hard work, long hours but is very good for business so I can’t complain. I am glad to be back to my 40-45 hour work week though.
I have a vid I’ve been trying to post all morning and keep getting an error message. Argh. Will try to repost it again later.
I’m here.. I’m lurking but I’m having trouble posting. Have one all ready. Just keep getting error code bX-5jdh20 and am waiting to hear back from Blogger help. Anyone know what that is all about?
No pictures today. Paparrazi is on strike until Britney shows a little sanity.
Aah, I love sleeping in. That’s what this morning was all about. I got up, weighed myself (still up 2.4 but I’m not worried.. that should hopefully be gone by my weigh in come Tuesday), made Bullseye toast which I can’t for the life of me remember who I got it from… so sorry about that but I just had to say that it turned out quite good! Now, I’m lounging around the house in my jammies that have pink lips on them (thank you Victoria’s Secret) and killing time (lurking) until I have to go to work. I’ll be in Philly working the Home Show (anyone wana come? I have free tickets for you!) tonight so I get to be a bum this morning. Yay!
Ok, now about my “seriously?” news… Banana on the floor? Dishes in the sink? Belongings strewn about the living room like it was the scene of a violent crime? DVD case on the floor? Glasses back in the cupboard that haven’t been washed and I can tell what was in them? Dirty dishes in random places in my house?
You’d think I lived in a boy’s dorm. I don’t. This is my house which THEY (the precious girls) have been invited to live in. Oh, btw, I got new girls in exchange for the ones who loved my place so much that they left to go back and live with their stinky boyfriends. Now I get the whole “I lived with mommy for 900 years so they probably never did anything for themselves” but c’mon. Actually, I lied. I don’t get it. I moved out at 17. To another state. 500 miles away. I wasn’t always responsible, neat, organized but I’d like to think I was at least considerate enough to not treat the homes or dorms I lived in like they were hotels. I’m not fuming, not even a little mad. Just… incredulous I guess the word is…
Here is my love letter to them:
Dear Girls,
Please remember to clean up after yourselves at Hotel Tina. The maids have all quit so we have to do our own work.
Have a good day and try not to work too hard.
Tina
I should have added a “ps”. PUT MY CORDLESS PHONES BACK ON THE CHARGER!
:))
I’m practically doing a vanishing act in front of your eyes…
Hugs not drugs.
I got this from Mousearoo a blog I stumbled upon in my “day of rest”… and I think I needed a dose of positive self talk. Feel free to be tagged and repost on your own blogs….
1. What do you absolutely love about your body? Wow, love huh? I’d have to say my lips… not tiny, not puffy, injection looking ones.. just right, no matter what my body size.
2. When did you surprise yourself with your physical strength? I’m known to have “monkey strength” but I’d say when I was able to throw a 250 lb man over my head (in judo class).
3. When were you braver than you ever thought you could be? I went thru a really personal issue and had to go before a whole board of dudes and tell “my side”…. I think it took a ton of guts to not run out of there, even with the I-don’t-believe-you stares.
4. When did your self-control blow you away? Everytime the office orders out (good stuff like subs and fries) and I eat only the lunch I brought while inhaling the goodies (thru my nose, of course)
5. What is your proudest moment ever? When I lost 44 pounds a few years ago and didn’t starve myself to do it…
6. When was the last time you felt absolutely beautiful? In bed, butt naked with someone who couldn’t stop looking at my body… like I was a work of art or something.
7. Why do you deserve to meet your goals? Because I’m working damn hard at reaching them.