Suggestions for the Next Version of Wii Fit

We got Wii Fit for Christmas from John's parents. It is a lot of fun.

For those of you who are unfamiliar it is a balance board that looks quite a bit like a bathroom scale. It senses your weight shifts to measure your balance and movements. The game has strength, yoga, aerobic and balance exercises.

The game also contains lots of comments, words of encouragement, etc. that are not so subtle hints that you are fat and out of shape. I think the phrases should be less passive-agressive and more direct.

Each day you are supposed to weigh yourself and do a little balance test. It gives you your BMI number. When I step on the bar goes up and up and up and up and then the game says, "That's Obese!" I think the new version should say something like. "Wo, you're a fatty!"

When I step on the balance board to begin an activity the game says "Ohw" It's kind of a combination of "Oh" and "Ouch"

When Kate steps on (she has a healthy weight) the game says, "Great!"

Maybe in the next version it could say various phrases like, "Get off! I can't breath!" or if you haven't played in a while, "Hey, Fat Ass, I missed ya" or maybe just a simple "Good Grief!"

As you play your trainer gives you tips, suggestions and encouragement. Mostly they just insult you in a friendly voice. May I suggest some straight forward phrases like,

"Hmmm, you kind of suck at this, keep up the work and maybe you will improve."

"Wow, I am surprised that someone as chunky as you can actually finish this exercise."

"Better luck next time, Spazzo!"

Evil, Evil, Evil Brownies!

I can't post this recipe on my other blog because, well, it is not conducive to weight loss in any way. My philosophy is don't deny yourself and make choices. Like I choose to have a brownie, not emotional eating an entire pan out of control. These brownies paralyze your power to say "No thanks, I am good with just one"

Praline Brookies

Ingredients

1 box brownie mix (plus the eggs, veggie oil and water)

1/4 cup butter
1/4 cup milk
1/2 cup granulated sugar
1/2 cup packed brown sugar
1/2 cup coarsely chopped pecans (which I leave out because pecans are icky)
1/2 tsp vanilla

1 roll refrigerated chocolate chip cookie dough

1. Heat oven to 350 and Pam-up a 13x9 baking pan. Prepare your brownie mix as directed on the box. Spread batter evenly in pan. Lick spoon and bowl clean. Bake 25 min.

2. While that is in the oven, in a saucepan heat butter, milk, sugars, pecans and vanilla to boiling over medium heat, stirring constantly. Reduce heat to medium-low and simmer 3 minutes, stirring occasionally. Remove from heat and set aside until brownies are baked.

3. Pull brownies out of oven and promptly pour praline mixture over them. Cut the cookie dough into 16 slices and lay them on top in 3 rows of 5 slices each and then use the last slice to fill in the spaces. (Ya, whatever, crumble the cookie dough on top and try not to squish the half baked brownies)

4. Stick the pan back in the oven for another 23 -28 minutes. Now, lick the praline spoon and pan clean. Once the ooey gooey goodness is done let it cool 2 hours (or 5 minutes).

This recipe came out of a fantastic cookie and bar book called Best of the Pillsbury Bake-Off Cookies & Bars

Aah, Thanks Disneyland!

Disneyland sent THIS to my e-mail. I love them!!

New Blog

Yes I started yet another blog. I will probably have to downsize one of these days.

I am trying something a little different. I got really pissed off about the stress weight I gained last month so I thought about going to a trainer at my gym. Way too expensive. So then I thought about why I needed a trainer. It came down to accountability. I need something that won't let me quit. I had great success on good old weight watchers because I had to stand on the stupid scale every week in front of someone. So, I decided to blog about it. Can't quit because all of you would know.

I am also putting advertising on that blog. I am interested to see if you can in fact make any money blogging.

With that said, here is the new blog address. http://dietprogramdropout.blogspot.com

Then Why Don't I Have Evil Minions to Do My Bidding?

This is what I feel like today.

Aren't You a Funny One

Turned on the computer today. This was the picture on the desktop.

Ha, Ha. Wait. You are making fun of me! I have something to say! And it is important!

. . . . . So, you wanna hear about my day of TV watching and lounging?

Lies and Poop at the Zoo

One thing I find amusing about going to the zoo is listening to parents lie to their children.

>> "The carousel is closed" Hmmm, why is it playing music, while turning with kids on it?

>> "They are playing a game." No, pretty sure that big iguana is going to kick that little iguana's ass. Run little one, run!!!!

>> "They are all out of soda." Hey, can I get a Diet Coke, Root Beer and Sprite. Thanks.

I also love it when my 3 year old asks me questions, but then corrects my answers.

Kiddo - How do the goats go poop?
Me - The same way you do.
Kiddo - No, they open that thing. (As she points to sphincter under goat's tail)

American = Bigoted Ignoramous?

Names have been changed to protect the morons.

I received this email from oh, lets just call her Jack A. Stupidhead.

This one is impossible to believe. Scroll down for the text.

If there is only one thing you forward today. . . . . let it be this!

REMEMBER the MUSLIM bombing of Pan Am Flight 103!

REMEMBER the MUSLIM bombing of the World Trade Center in 1993!


REMEMBER the MUSLIM bombing of the Marine Barracks in Lebanon!

REMEMBER the MUSLIM bombing of the military Barracks in Saudi Arabia!

REMEMBER the MUSLIM bombing of the American Embassies in Africa!


REMEMBER the MUSLIM bombing of the USS COLE!

REMEMBER the MUSLIM attack on 9/11/2001!

REMEMBER all the AMERICAN lives that were lost in those vicious MUSLIM attacks!

Now the United States Postal Service REMEMBERS and HONORS the EID MUSLIM holiday season with a commemorative first class Holiday postage stamp.


REMEMBER to adamantly and vocally BOYCOTT this stamp.

When purchasing your stamps at the post office. To use this stamp would be a slap in the face to all those AMERICANS who died at the hands of those whom this stamp honors.

REMEMBER to pass this along to every Christian and / or Patriotic AMERICAN that you know!!!

I would ask you to remember a few things Jack!

REMEMBER the KKK and all of the hate, murder and distruction they stand for? CHRISTIAN!

REMEMBER The Army of God who believe that murdering doctors who perform Abortions is "justifiable homicide"? CHRISTIAN!

REMEMBER the Aryan Nations? CHRISTIAN!

REMEMBER David Koresh?

REMEMBER slavery? People used the Bible and Christianity to justify their actions!

That is just in our own country AMERICA. If you want to see just how much pain and suffering is caused by Christianity look here.

Christianity is not evil, but there are some who believe it's doctrine justifies their heinous actions.

Islam is not evil either.

Before you spread hate, ask yourself "What would Jesus do?"

Oh, and check your mailbox Jack. I will be sending you a Christmas card and I am going to plaster the envelope with as many of these lovely stamps as I can find room for.

Stench

While perusing the deli section at the grocery store a foul stench wafted in my direction. "Jonas?" I heft the puzzled toddler out of the cart, tip him on his head and sniff his behind. "Hmmm, doesn't seem to be you."

Strolling through the breakfast foods. "Ewww I can smell it over the powerful aroma of coffee? That has got to be Jonas!" Butt in the air again. "Maybe?" Jonas is wearing his zip-up, footy sleeper because I didn't have time to get him dressed this morning. Unzip PJ's try to reach around and peek in diaper. Jammies are in the way. Still can't tell. Strip poor kid down to the waist in the middle of the isle, check diaper. "Huh? It isn't you? Who could it be?"

We continue through the store. Dairy section, I can still smell it. Now I am paranoid, who is the stinky SOB following me through the store?!?

All the while, Kate is sitting in the cart munching on a green olive sample from the new fangled Antipasto bar. We get to the checkout, I bend down to help Kate out of the cart and it hit me, the stench in all it's glory. All along it had been Kate's olive.

Mmmmm, olive anyone?

Legacy

I interrupt my usual ranty style of blogging for a moment of cheesiness.

I love Disneyland. My family made an annual trip to Disneyland throughout my childhood. Usually family included my Grandparents, Aunts, Uncles and Cousins in various combinations. I am grateful I was able to go as a child when I believed everything was real, and could truly experience the magic. Most of the wonder and awe is still there for me all tied up with memories of my family and good times.

Cousins, remember when we went on the people mover over and over and over and shouted at people below us. Remember how our moms would always spend what seemed like hours debating when to meet back at the sword in the stone. Remember in teen years going on the canoes just to flirt with the hot workers paddling them. Remember being a little afraid that the pirates might actually sink your little boat or one of those fiery beams would fall on you. Remember when I took you all on Splash Mt. and you were wild and aweful in the line. I am sure it was partly my fault because I was bossy and rude. Remember trying to touch the jewels in Snow White or steal some gold from the pirate's treasure room. Remember "Hurry back, Hurry ba-ack. We're dying to see you." and "Hold on to your hats and glasses, cause this here's the wildest ride in the wilderness." Mmmm and the smell of hot churros.

So when I take my own little family it feels like I am passing on a legacy of Disney to the next generation. For me it truly is a magical place and I am glad I had the opportunity to share it with Kate.

It was moments like this one. Watching Kate take it all in. Couldn't choke back the tears.

Musings in the Hotel Lobby

Here I sit in the hotel lobby eating pretty crappy continental breakfast. Yum. I am impatiently waiting for the kids and John to wake up. So, I just thought I would write a few things about our vacation to Disneyland.

Things that make you go Hmmm?

The first day we were at Disneyland was Goth Day.

Kind of ironic isn't it? Goth day at the happiest place on Earth?

Opposites Attract

John and I are different types of vacationers. I am kind of a fast and furious, don't miss a thing, you can sleep at home kind of vacationer. John is more of a enjoy sleeping in, mosey over to the park, ride a few rides, we can get the rest next time kind of vacationer.

Yesterday was my day. Got to the park at 8:10. It opens at 8:00, so really we were very late. I would have preferred to be in line at the gate at 7. We made a bee-line to rides that usually have long lines. We only hit about 4 rides before the kids started crashing. By 6:00 the kids were beyond done. Kate fell asleep in the car on the way to the hotel and is still asleep at 8 this morning.

So, yesterday didn't work out all that well. Today we are trying John's version. I am antsy!!!! Maybe I will go back to the room and pretend to dry my hair. John may be able to sleep through the hairdryer, but Kate can't!

Election Reflection

Still very busy. Pile of boxes waning. A few disjointed reflections on the election.

I voted. It was hard because I was not on top of things enough to get my ballot in the mail on time. I drove around Buckeye for hours looking for a place to drop the damn thing off.

I voted for Obama and I am proud of it! I never really considered race in my decision, honestly. But now after he has been elected, the magnitude of "The First African American President" makes me a little teary.

McCain campaign, stop crucifying Pallin. I agree she is kind of an idiot, but don't blame her for losing the election. You didn't stand a chance because Bush has been the worst president in history.

Don't want to hear about gay marraige anymore.

Something I don't understand: Republicans would vote for a horse's ass before voting for a qualified Democrat.

Chris Buttars - reelected Utah Senator- Famous for saying such awesome things as, "Well, I think Brown vs. Board of Education was wrong to begin with." and to explain why evolution shouldn't be taught in schools he said he had seen a dog and he has seen a cat, but he had never seen a "dat". He is a bully and an ass. Seriously? People voted for him?

Ted Stevenson - Reelected Alaska Senator - convicted felon. I don't know all of the ins and outs of this one, but a felon. Really?

too much

I have been busy with the moving thing and then there was the computer dying thing. Here is some stuff I thought was mildly interesting, but didn't have time to write about.

Tornado Toddler Terrors

Kate is going to a "dance" class at the gym which is really just a "bring your toddler who is too little to comprehend what is going on and watch them stumble around" class. The real dance class is on a day we can't make it. so I signed her up for Tornado Toddlers. The kids stretch, do some gymnastics, play with sporting equipment, and run away from their mommies. Kate is the oldest, but she has fun.

I enjoy watching Johan and his mommy. Mommy sits in the circle and stretches with the class. "Hansy" runs around the gym. When Johan who is probably close to 3 years old violently shoves 18 mo. old girl to the ground, Mommy finally gets up and scolds him. Throughout class Mommy makes polite requests to correct behavior, Hansy does whatever he damn well pleases.

Moving Woes

All of our stuff is in our new house. Hooray!

I think the most exhausting part of moving is putting it away. It is too mentally taxing to organize all that crap in a new space. I have a feeling I am going to be going to IKEA a lot! John says, "NOOOoooooo!

I went to bed last night and was just drifting to sleep as John was getting his stuff together for work. Several times he said, "Honey, do you know where my (fill in the blank) is?" My answer, "Did you look in the 50 boxes piled in our garage?"

Drove through downtown Buckeye a couple of times yesterday. There is some fodder for future posts on life in a desert hick town.

things that must go!

Inspired by Radio from Hell, this is my little list of things that must go.

1. Adam Carolla - The alternative radio station here in Phx doesn't have their own morning show. They broadcast the lovely Adam Carolla. I don't listen to his show, but sometimes when I get in the car in the morning the radio is already on the station and I am accosted by his assinine crap. His show goes a little something like this: "Penis, Huh Huh Huh. Boobs, Huh Huh Huh. Cheap bastards, Huh Huh Huh." One time he seriously said, "What if I put my 'dork' through the mailslot and you could perform oral." Geeze I miss Kerry, Bill and Gina. I want some good clean "Boners in the News." I am dying to hear Bill call someone and Ass-hat!

2. The 20 or more checkstands at most large stores - You don't use them. Why hog up the retail space with them. You could at least use the space to display more tabloids, so I have more headlines to read while I wait 5 hours in line.

3. Women in the locker room who strut around in their underwear or less - If you have a hot body, great, but do you have to rub it in all of our stretchmarked and pudgy faces. If you are trying to be sexy, do it someplace else, I am not interested and I doubt anyone is going to slip you their phone number. If you are extremely overweight, well, really do I have to explain. I cover up, can't you too.

P.S. I really am not this negative all of the time. I am just a lot more interesting and funny when I am irritated. If you want to read about the cute and cheery things in my life , read my other blog.

shaving my head may be the best solution

Finding a new hair stylist is probably more painful than having someone insert tiny needles into your eyeballs one at a time.

I loved my last stylist!!!! I never had to decide what I wanted done with my hair or try and explain it to her. She was so good I could just trust her to do something wonderful. You never truly appreciate how good you had it until all is ripped away from you and you hit rock bottom!

Some of you may know about my last little stylist disaster. I paid $50 for just a haircut that was nothing like what I asked for. That is nothing compared to my experience tonight.

I got good vibes when I rushed into Salon de Chevreux. Nice decor, stylist had cute outfit and hair. I showed her some pictures and explained what I wanted. We seemed to be on the same page. Keep the blonde. Redo the chunky 2nd color I have underneath with a reddish brown.

This is the pic I brought. She asked me if that was the color I wanted and I swear I said, "No."

She mixed up the color and started puting on the dark color. It seemed to be in the right places. I was feeling pretty good.

Then she started with the bleach. She started at the roots. I thought, "Of course, it has been like 3 or 4 months since my last color, my roots need lightened." Then we got to talking. When I looked up again the top half of my head was completely saturated with bleach. At this point I threwup a little in my mouth. It was too late to explain to her I just wanted it weaved in.

I didn't know what to do. The panic set in. I struggled not to let the terror show in my face and kept praying that she really did know what she was doing and that it would all turn out in the end.

But alas, it was not to be so. I now have bleach blonde hair with purple chunks.

One side is purple and the other blonde. Nice!





Yes that is dye on the side of my face and not skin cancer. I wonder how long that will take to wash off.



I swear the hair in the picture I brought is quite a bit longer than this. Super short hair accentuates my long horse head.

I figure at this point I have 3 options.

1. Shave my head and buy a wig
2. Let my hair grow long, limp and mousey
3. Fly to Utah every other month and get my hair done in Logan
   

Narrow Minded When it Comes to Narrowmindedness

I went to Super Saturday last Saturday. It is one of those "get together at the church and do a bunch of lame crafts all day" things. I say lame mostly because the final product I produce is lame. Everyone else seems to be able to go home with a not so lame version.

Anyway, I had a relatively good time. Met some new people that don't bug me quite as much as the last ones I attempted to hang out with. However, I was irritated almost to the point of anger by part of the conversation and I have been trying to figure out why I am such a jerk.

The subject of books came up. One girl in the group proudly declared she always read books by LDS authors. I heard the words come out of her mouth and I had to gag back the vomit! LDS does not equal quality! I don't know why it angers me so much when people think LDS artists are great. I have real issues with people using their religion to sell mediocrity. Ewww, and the Work and the Glory! It is fiction my friends. Please don't bear your testimony about it!

The conversation went on about reading books with bad images in them and how they don't like those images in their heads, blah blah blah. I think the girl next to me must have caught the disgusted "you are such morons" look on my face because she started talking to me about books like Ethan Frome and Secret Life of Bees.

Now after a few days I am bothered, not by the fact that people waste their time reading garbage, but by the fact that it irritates me. Why should I care that someone chooses to read trite meaningless drivel? Or that they are so caught up in being offended they completely miss the overall beauty of a story? I know that part of the reason I am offended is because they consider what I value to be trashy and inappropriate. But honestly, I think I am a judgmental bastard and I should probably do something about it.

A little in love with Arnel Pineda

I am a little embarrassed to admit this, but here goes. I like Journey. Hey, I am from Southern Idaho. I have a soft spot for power ballads.

Apparently they were in town just recently. One of the spinning instructors at the gym went to the concert. She showed some of the concert in class the other day. (The spin studio has giant screens and they play videos to take our mind off the pain.)

Oh my goodness, have you seen their new lead singer? I didn't even realize it wasn't the original singer until I looked at the screen and some young Asian kid was singing. Steve Perry never looked this good.

Apparently the band found this Filipino kid on YouTube and hired him. Check it out. It is pretty amazing how much he sounds like Steve Perry.

Wow, doesn't that just take you back to high school dances. Okay, for some of you it may have been elementary school.

Mariachi Chicken

One of our many bad habits is going out to eat. You know you go out too much when you have lived in a city for 2 months and you are already sick of all the restaurants.

The main reason we go out to eat is my laziness. It is time for dinner, I don't want to cook and we have already eaten all of the Mac & Cheese. So, I went to Costco looking for some frozen throw in the oven food. The majority of what I found was outrageously high in fat and salt with next to no nutritional value. At least Mac & Cheese is fortified.

I shopped around and found organic spinach lasagna. Cool, something nutritious! I brought it home popped in the oven and an hour later could barely gag it down. I still have the other tray of it in the freezer. I wonder if the dogs would eat it? Probably not.

So my next thought was, "Why can't I just freeze my own frozen dinners?" I found a really great cookbook and got to work. The idea is to cook 3 or 4 times what you would normally cook, eat one and freeze the rest. Or you can get together with friends and cook together or swap food. I don't have any friends so the later is out.

This is what I made today.

First I had to bludgeon the chicken flat. You are supposed to use a rolling pin for this, but mine is still in a box and buried in the garage. I used a Nalgene bottle. It was amazingly satisfying to pound the hell out of a chicken breast

Then you put this colorful mix of peppers, olives and green onions in the center of the flattened chicken.

Next, roll it up. Put it in a pan and freeze them.

Once these bad boys are frozen then you can put them in a ziplock bag.

You also make a sauce out of cream cheese and salsa, which you freeze in a separate ziplock bag.

When you want to make it, you just pull out the chicken and sauce, put it in a pan, thaw, bake for one hour and Wahoo! you have dinner.

Sorry to bore you with all of the details. I guess I am just really impressed with myself.

In Search of my Waistline

Hey there it is! Wait, no that is just the fold between rolls.

This is my window of opportunity to get my body somewhat back to something resembling normal before I put another one in the oven. I say somewhat because I know this weird, wrinkly, squishy skin around my belly button will never go a way without surgical help.

Anyway, I have been going to the gym lately hoping someday I will see some results. Weight loss has been minimal, but I do feel a little less like my jeans are about to bisect me at the belly button. Truly my real motivation for going to the gym everyday is 2 hours of daycare for the kiddos.

My torture of choice is spinning class. If I don’t feel like I truly may keel over and die during my workout, in my mind it was a waste of time. I am kind of intense that way I guess. Today I did a 2 hour charity drive class. It kicked my ass, but that’s the way I like it. On my cool new heart rate monitor it said I burned 1123 calories. BK Quad Stacker here I come. (just kidding, I am sure I would yack!)

So,

Goodbye B. I.F. (for those of you who are unfamiliar, Butt In Front)

Goodbye Muffin Top.

Goodbye Back Bacon

See you again after the next bundle of joy arrives.

My Before and Afters

Before I go to the gym I feel like:

After I go to the gym I feel like:

P.S. Please don’t anyone get your under attire in a bunch. I am not even thinking about having another kid for at least another year

$4 Joke

I sent the hubby to the QT the other day to get my daily fix and this is what he came home with.



The 52 oz Trucker Mug.

He feels it was well worth the $4 because it makes him chuckle every time he sees me with it.

Yes, I do use it although my face flushes with embarrassment as I stand at the fountain for 5 minutes while it fills up. But, the way I see it, I am saving the environment one unused plastic cup at a time. It is kind of like taking your own bag to the grocery store right? My bag just happens to be more like an army duffel bag than a tote bag. I am just doing my part man.

Go Green!

And We Wonder Why Americans are Fat

Went to BK with the fam today. On the back of the little paper they put on the tray is the nutrition information. Ewww! This bad boy (quad stacker) has not 20 g of fat, not 30, no not even 50. 70 grams of FAT!!!!! 1010 calories!!!!! The Steakhouse burger has 59 g of fat and is 950 calories. Add a large fry and coke with that and I think you have your entire day's caloric intake.

Think your safe with a salad. Oh no, the light Italian dressing has 11 grams of fat and 120 calories. If you got the grilled chicken salad with light dressing you would consume 420 calories and 22 grams of fat.

A Day at the Zoo is Always Educational

We went to the Phoenix Zoo yesterday for our fun family adventure on John's day off. All I can say is it must be mating season.

My 3 year old can now imitate the sound of mating tortoises and what I am pretty sure is a tiger in heat. I had to get pretty creative answering questions like, "Why is that duck on top of the other duck?" and "What are those antelope doing?"

The tortoises made the biggest scene as they were the loudest and along a busy walkway. Far more interesting than the exhibitionist tortioses was the way people reacted. Some averted their gaze and tried to walk on by like they didn't notice the 2 gigantic tortoises doing the nasty. Others tried to redirect their children's attention while they snickered under their breath. There were even a few who showed their adult attitudes by standing and waching; all the while, giving condescending glances to those of us who were snickering. I giggled and snuck a picture. I am not sure what that says about me. I guess I am not very mature. At least I have a sense of humor.

Finally the zookeepers intervened. I am not sure how they got Yertyl and his sexy diva to move, but we saw them latter in a large, out of the way, gazelle habitat. They were still at it. Talk about stamina.

44 oz. to Freedom

I am now up to 44+ oz. of Diet a day. I know I have a problem, but at this point I am not willing to give it up. I have tried other forms of stress relief, but alas, none were as effective as chilling with a fountain Diet Coke, just a touch of vanilla syrup over crushed ice. It seriously doesn’t get much better than that!

Primal Screaming - painful.

Punching the wall - again painful.

Exercise - tiring.

Meditation - not effective with two kids yelling at you in the background

Food - fattening (Heavens to Betsy I don’t need any more of that!)

Breaking things – costly.

Diet Coke – Extremely satisfying and low calorie.

So what if it may or may not lead to dementia, cancer, heart problems . . . I’ll deal with that later. For now Diet Coke is my drug of choice.

Play Group

I took the kids to play group today. Since this is my first crack at being a stay at home mom, this was a new experience for me. I stand by my earlier preconception that I am not this kind of stay at home mom. I am not really sure play group is for me. I am not sure what I will have in common with these women . . . girls.

First of all, I think I was the oldest mom there. I am only 31. I was 27 when I had my first and I don't consider that a late start. I don't mean to offend anyone who chose to start having kids at 19. If that was your bliss and you are happy with your life, kudos to you. I am just saying it is not for me.

Second, my children are a little over 2 years apart. I think it was a little close and I am pretty sure it has contributed to my current lean toward insanity. Most of these girls' kids were less than 2 years apart. Good grief. I understand oops babies, but these people chose this?

Third, not one of them weighed over 120 lbs. I have nothing against skinny people. I wish I was one. I do have issues with extremely skinny pregnant girls complaining about how much weight they have gained. "You now weigh 105! Good heavens you are disgustingly obese! It will be almost impossible to get those 15 lbs off after you have the baby." Don't talk to me until you gain 60 lbs, stick girl.

Now, I know in the weeks that follow I will more than likely become friends with these girls and will want to take back everything I just wrote, but for now I am just going to revel in my tirade.

I am what I am

Maybe it is just the mood I am in or the time in my life, but I feel the need to be honest about things and rant a little. Everywhere else I have been trying to be positive so I don't look like the crazy person I have become. I am tired of editing myself.

My little list of complaints:

- It is hot
- I hate moving (I have moved 2 times in the past 4 months and will be moving again shortly)
- I don't know anyone. I find myself trying to strike up meaningful conversations with strangers at the grocery store. I don't want to be that crazy and annoying!
- The water here tastes and smells like mud.
- Crickets are nasty!!!
- I hate it when my husband asks me if I am okay with that concerned look on his face. No I am not and yes it is his fault for moving me to this hell hole.


Good things about living in AZ:

+ Only 4 hours from Disney Land. We are saving our pennies for year passes.
+ Houses are really cheap.
+ QT gas stations (I just wish they had a drive-thru)
+ No snow!
+ In-N-Out Burger (not helping with the weight issue)
+ Trader Joe's (Now I can be a trendy "go organic" girl)