Dare to be ME

Okay, so I am participating in Operation Eleanor. 30 Days of doing things that I fear. Big or little, it's up to me. I'm getting a bit of a late start so it may be more like 29 days or maybe I'll be bold and try to make up for today by tackling two fears in one day. Whatever. I'm game. Count me in "cause everybody die, but not everybody live."

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"B*TCH GOTTA EAT!"

To all the readers who feel that this may be somewhat derrogatory, I'm here to tell you that it's not! B*tch gotta eat! You say, "what do you mean by that?" Well, I say that I'm tired of us women always thinking that every date has to be attached to a wedding proposal a house and kids. Why do we always have to put such a huge expectation on going out and having a damn good time. So what that the prospective date doesn't look like Prince Charming. Okay, so maybe he is a little shorter than you, or could benefit from braces or Proactiv or any other numerous things that you can think of. But, the bottom line is what's wrong with a free meal every now and then and just enjoying some good company or just getting out of the house!

I've spent a lot of time turning' my nose up at guys after looking at them and thinking, "all roads lead to nowhere." I've also spent a lot of time sitting at home and wishing that I could go out on a date. Now, I realize that I could have. I was the one who was limiting myself, but no more. The road may not lead to a MRS., but it will lead to a nice cocktail (or two), an appetizer and a delicious entree. Period. And, I'm okay with that.

Everyone gets hungry. We all need food to survive. The next time that you're tempted to turn down that date because "he" is not wrapped up in some designer package or driving some luxury vehicle and smellin' like a million bucks, remember this: B*tch gotta eat!

Goals for 2010

Blog more.... It's pretty cathartic after all. I have no idea what to expect in 2010, but I'm sure that it will be worthy of blogging about. I don't have too many lofty goals. More church, pay down debt, lose those last 15 pounds and date more.... All sounds pretty doable, wouldn't you agree? Well, I guess you'll get the chance to hear about it.

So far, I'm not complaining about 2010. Rock band with the family to bring it in sure beats bringing in the New Year solo bolo. Anyway, it was fun. I learned that I have a long way to go before I can advance from"easy" mode. I also learned that... hmm... no R&B songs on Rock Band.

At any rate, Welcome 2010. I sooo look forward to it. I wouldn't say that 2009 was so bad, but things can always get better!

I Really, Really, Really Don't Like My Children's Stepmother

What did I do to deserve this? I tried really hard to make things a smooth transition. After all, God bless her. I sure as hell don't want him. Matter of fact, I remember when I wished for the day they would get married. My exact thoughts, " You think he's sooooo great, let's see if you like being married to that."


Well...I think I got my answer. Moreover, I think the answer is no! A resounding, "Hell, No!" You know, like the one that Sophia gave the Mayor's wife in The Color Purple. Yeah...that. And, I have the stinkin' suspicion that Step mom's dissatisfaction is being taken out on MY kids.


Can I just start with the fact that she has my recently turned 12-year old doing the laundry for eight people. You heard me, I said eight (8). Oh, and by the way, did I mention that she's a stay-at-home mom. And you know I had to ask, "Do you wash her underwear?" I'm pretty sure that you can guess the answer. I don't even have my daughter wash my dirty drawers. Can you imagine your child washing some other person's underwear. Do you see where I'm going with this....

Shall I mention how she burned out some of my daughter's hair because she was too triflin' to wash it before pressing it with the hot comb. For all my readers who are not familiar with black hair care, that is a big No No. Or how about the fact that she refused to sign my son's homework reading slip because he just happened to make mention of the fact that he wished she wasn't in his life. Any guesses as to why? Hmmmmm....Maybe it's because you suck, Lady!

I guess I could talk about the disparity of treatment and favoritism amongst her biological daughter (their step-sister) and their two, toddler half-brothers. Hey, Heifer! It's not my fault that you chose to ignore birth control as an option. You wanted that big family. Hey, you got it. It's time to deal with it. And, would you like a hint? You don't have the option of treating my children unequally. Sure, I know it probably gets a little overwhelming at times, but unless somebody put a gun to your head, I think you need to get over it. What is it that they say? Be careful what you ask for.

It's beginning to become very clear that someone is pretty, darn miserable. But, I'm soooo sorry to inform you that this is the life YOU chose. That is the man YOU wanted to marry and those are the children that were there BEFORE you. Awww....ain't love grand?

My children are not your slaves. They will not be mistreated. They have a MOM who WILL protect them at all costs. If you have a problem with YOUR husband, I suggest you direct your attention in the right direction. Yeah, you know, Mr. Wonderful. And by the way, wash your own dirty, funky underwear!

Potato Chips AAAAARRGH!!!!!!!

I was out doing fieldwork on Friday when I suddenly had a strong urge for something crunchy. I stopped into a liquor store and thought, maybe I'll just get a small bag of chips. What could be the harm in this? I worked hard this week. I exercised and ate well. Who says that I can't have any chips? Everything in moderation, right?

Well, the problem with me is that once I start eating something that I like it's really, really hard to stop. I love those cheddar jalapeno Cheetos. Mmmmmmm. But, look how many calories in the whole bag. I could just eat some pistachios instead. The whole bag of pistachios was only 160 calories. And, that's good fat, right? But, I just couldn't get those Cheetos out of my head. I wanted them. I wanted them bad! What are my other chip options? I got it....chili cheese Fritos. OMG...That's even worse. Look at the sodium in those chips. Okay, maybe Lays....BBQ Lays. That's a little better. The Limon is even better. Maybe I should just forget the chips altogether. What about some cookies? Grandmas? Absolutely not. Out of the question. I'd be better of getting the chips.

I wonder how long I've been in the store. Maybe if I look for something to drink, that will give the moment a chance to pass. I can't believe that I'm stressing this bad over some chips. I can't even concentrate enough to decide what I want to drink. That's it! I'm getting the Cheetos.

I started heading for the cash register with pistachios and chips in hand. I hurriedly threw the chips on the rack and paid for the nuts. Whew! I did it. I can't believe I made it out of there without buying the chips. I feel like a hero. Only one problem...what happens the next time?

Time to add some weight

Things are getting a little better. I'm down to 162.4. Boy, this is taking forever. That Superbowl Cruise really set me back. But, I had to start doing something different. I started working out with weights. Working my legs and arms, and I'm noticing that even though the pounds don't seem to be fallin' off, I can tell that the inches are. Therefore, the pounds are sure to follow. With a little bit more motivation, I'll be mixing up the cardio and the weights. Sorry to keep it short today, but I'm headed to the gym....

Now We're Talking

Down two whole pounds (Yay!). I know that this just happens to be the two pounds that I gained last week, but I'll take it. And, I'm even happier to know that I lost the weight while PMSing, and you know how hard that is to do. I have managed to work out daily. If I don't go to the gym, then I use the Wii Fit and excercise at home. I've invested in Jillian's Fitness Ultimatum. Definitely worth the $39.99. You can do everything from jogging to monkey bars to a grenade toss. The only downside (and I'm sure this is due to someone's sadistic nature) is that once you start the activity, you can't end it until your specified time limit is up. If you do, it won't record the workout. Believe me... it happened to me twice. I guess they don't want to give you a reason not to finish the workout. At any rate, I'm getting some excercise in daily. We'll see what this week brings.