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You may see things differently, but this is how I view my life.



Of course I was worried for nothing. Bre said her day flew by and that she liked her school. She didn't really talk to anybody for most of the day, but met a few girls in her after school program. And she ate lunch alone. Hopefully that won't last long.

One thing that pissed me off was that they aren't allowed to wear hooded sweatshirts at school because some of the kids will put them over their heads and sleep in class. Of course I think that is ridiculous, and wrote her a note to give to any teacher who gave her crap for wearing a hooded sweatshirt. It's cold in the morning and as far as I'm concerned, she needs a sweatshirt in the morning and ALL of hers happend to have hoods on them. That's how they are made! I'm a rebel at heart anyways, so I'll be looking forward to a phone call from the school about this.

My son on the other hand, I had no worries about. He makes friends just as quick as snaping your fingers. My daughter is just more shy and doesn't approach people like my son does. Luckily he had a great day too.



David and I were sitting in the living room with my parents on Saturday night. My Dad had a few glasses of wine already, and when he drinks wine, he gets very chatty and likes to crack jokes. I don't know how it came up, but he said out of the blue, "I'm going to read that poem April wrote at your wedding."

As you can imagine, my face instantly turned red and I wanted to crawl in a hole and hide. My computer is at their house and I was having my dad fix it, and I guess curiosity got the best of him when he saw the title of the poem, and read it!



Today was the first day back to school. The kids were excited and nervous at the same time. I think I may have been more nervous about my daughter beginning Middle School. Part of me was sad because Middle School is the beginning of the corruption from her innocence. This is where most kids start on the path of rebellion and doing stuff behind their parents back. I know this because I was one of them. This is the end of my little girl being my little girl and her path to teenagerhood. Tears ran down my face as I was thinking this driving her to school this morning and thinking how cute she looked, and how she still looks and acts like a little girl.

I was also scared because this is the first time she's going from class to class, instead of being in the same class with the same kids all day long. And who's she going to eat lunch with? I know the feeling of being the new kid in school and not having friends to eat lunch with. It sucks. Which is probabally why I don't like eating lunch by myself.

A few weeks ago, we were at the pool and one of my neighbors was there with their little girl who plays with my son. My neighbor was laughing because my son came knocking on their door wearing his pirate halloween costume from last year. I was laughing too because it's cute, and also because I feel if that's what he wants to wear to play outside in, fine by me. Keep them kids as long as possible, your childhood goes by too fast.

Anyways... I can't wait to see them tonight and hear about how their day was and how they like (or don't like) their new schools. I'm just dreading on Bre coming home crying saying that she hates it and doesn't want to go back. That is my worst fear.

Here's Bre at her new school. Remember we live by the beach, and you can literally see the ocean down the street from her school. Doesn't she look cute?

My son's school is about 4 miles more inland and by the time I got him to school, the sun had come out. Here he is by his new classroom.



Let's just say that last night, there was no need to go to the gym for a workout. I got one right in my own bed. I worked my abs, legs, arms (as well as other parts ;-) plus got a great cardio workout all at the same time.

It was awesome!

Have a great weekend! Blog at ya on Monday!



My interview this morning took 2 hours! It was definately the longest interview I've ever been on, and I'm very confident that I will be hired. I just have to decide if I want to drive all the way down to San Diego every day. That part will be challenging.

The job sounds great and like I'd be a perfect fit in their company. It's for a Project Coordinator for an office furniture company. I'd assist the Sales team with getting out proposals and customer followups, processing new orders and getting them placed with the manufacturer, and coordinating delivery between the customer, manufacturer and deliveries. I'll be working with PEOPLE! There will also be some marketing involved. Since it's a newer company (2 years), and they are growing, there will be room for me to advance.

I just got a call from a Property Manager that David knows, who also lives in our Condo Complex. I sent her my resume last week to for an Assistant Property Manager position that she's hiring for. She said she hasn't been able to get back to me, but didn't want to leave me hanging and that I should expect to get a call from her either tomorrow or Monday so we can schedule an interview. So I guess I'll see what that is all about.

Both jobs pay about the same, and they are both in San Diego so it'll just be what fits me best. Definately looks like I won't be here too much longer. Sorry guys! ;-(


12 years ago today, I gave birth to the most beautiful little girl in the entire whole wide world. She definately the cutest newborn in the entire hospital, with her bald head, a hint of blonde hair and blue eyes. I've watched her blossom into a taltented, caring, giving, sweet, and happy pre-teen. Yes, my daughter is officially a pre-teen and nobody could be more excited about than than her. Of course, if it were up to me, I would have her start going backwards in age starting at 9, but that's obviously not reality and I can't keep her little forever. But damn I miss those years. She was such a cute kid. Not that she's not now, but it's a different cute.

I wanted to scan her newborn picture, but I forgot it at home because I was in a hurry to leave for my interview this morning. I'll talk about that in another post. Instead, I'll just post some other pictures that I have handy:

This was from her birthday last year:

This was from her Jazzersize Performance. She's the cute one in the middle. Obviously she has the best form.

Her first day of 6th Grade

Me and the kids right after I left their dad. I call this "Our New Family Picture", since it was at the time. I guess this was taken in November of 2003.



Tomorrow is my daughters 12th birthday, and I couldn't be feeling any older about it. Not only is she turning 12 tomorrow, she's also entering the 7th grade! I'll post more about her tomorrow, complete with pictures.....

I also have an interview tomorrow with a company that is basically trying to recruit me. David's friend Stephanie works for this company, and has been talking about me to her co-workers and boss, and thinks that I'd fit in perfectly with their company. Well, after meeting her co-workers at the Del Mar Races, they all apparently agreed. The races was on a Thursday, and one of the girls told the boss about me the next day. So he's hearing all kinds of great stuff about me and called me yesterday morning to schedule a time and place for us to meet. We decided to meet tomorrow at 8 am at a Starbucks half way between my office and his.

The job would be a Project Coordinator and I'd be a liazon between customers, the sales team, manufacturer, and deliveries. It sounds like a great job and I'd have to find out if I'd get my own office. I've always wanted my own office. I know that I'd love working there, and all the girls that I've met were great. The only downfall is, it's another 20 miles south from where I'm working right now. Which means approximately 35 miles from home, which means more traffic to deal with. I doubt I'd have the flexabliity that I have at this job.

The upside it, more money (which will ultimately go towards gas and car repairs), working with actual people on a more consistant basis, and I'm sure I'd like the job a lot more than what I'm doing right now.

What I hate, is leaving the guys here stranded. It took corporate foever to hire me, and I'm sure it will take them even longer to find my replacement. Anybody want a job in Escondido?



The other day I got a waxing kit, intending to wax some of the hair growth that has formed on David's back for our upcoming trip to Laughlin, and to clean up my eyebrows. So last night I get the bright idea of waxing my bikini area. I've never waxed it before, I just shave it all off usually, but I hate that the next day, it's like sandpaper! David calls it the 24 hour shadow. The box said that it's supposed to last up to 8 weeks. I would be happy if it lasted for a week!

I made sure to buy the "Ouchless" wax, which special "soothing" ingredients for sensitive skin. Ouchless my ass! I'm totally considering suing Sally Hansen for false advertising. I'm surprised my entire condo complex didn't call the cops for how loud I screamed when I pulled the strip. It literally felt as though someone was ripping my skin off of me! The last time I felt pain like that, was when I was giving birth. Oh wait, I take that back, giving birth wasn't that painful! (I had the best drugs in the world for that).

After I ripped the strip off of my bikini area, immediately you can see the blood rushing to the surface, and I immediately thought, "I just totally injured myself, BAD"! Tears came rushing to my eyes and David came to see if I was ok. Then he looked down and said "And you want to do that to my back! That looks dangerous!"

Luckily I was smart enough to do it 2 weeks before I HAVE to get into a bathing suit for Laughlin, so my poor skin has time to heal. It looks like I have a long blood blister on my bikini area. I only did one side, because like hell if I'm going to do the other, AND I can still feel hair! Most of it is gone, but it didn't get it all. I'm pissed!

So tell me what experiences have you had with bikini waxing?



Friday David went to pick up D.J. for the weekend. D.J. has two female cousins that are very close to him (ages 6 & 9), and when they heard that my kids were going to be here too, they wanted to come. So David piled the 3 kids in the car and drove them to our house.

Luckily one of my closest friends, Rosa, was coming out to see me Friday night, so she brought my kids with her, which saved me over 3 hours of driving. Thank GOD for friends! I was kind of worried that she was going to flake on me and not come out, because that would totally be just like her, but she showed up around 9:30 pm with my kids!!!!!

After Rosa arrived, David sat with us and chatted for a few minutes before heading downstairs to our coolest neighbors ever, for a poker party and left Rosa and I with the 5 kids. I cracked open a bottle of wine, and gave Rosa a beer. After chatting some more, we decided to head downstairs so she could meet my neighbors. We hung out for 10 minutes and headed back up to check on the kids. After a while, we were catching a buzz and could hear the laughter from downstairs and decided it was David's turn to come up and hang with the kids while we had some more adult interaction.

I made the kids go to bed around 1 am and Rosa crashed shortly after them. So I went back downstairs with another glass of wine, and hung out with the neighbors. (Oh! I forgot to mention that some other neighbors that live directly across from us were the. Because that's the important part on where the confrontation comes in.) So we were drinking, and I was watching them play poker. Next thing you know my big mouth starts blabbing and I guess I said something that totally pissed off my neighbor that lives across from me. (We'll call her Drew, because she reminds me SOOOOOO much of Drew Barrymore).

Drew is a hair stylest and apparently does extreemly well, since she bought a condo in Oceanside and supports her husband who goes to school full time. Plus, she just bought a beautiful brand spankin new Nissan Altima. (I love those cars). Like I said, she does well. I guess my drunk self said something to the effect that she's the bread winner. Within minutes, she took Jess out to the balcony (Jess lives downstairs) and closed the door, she came out into the dining area where we all were and asked me to go outside so she could talk to me. Next thing you know, she's going OFF on me about my comment, and how I disrespected her husband, and how last time I put down her profession, etc. She was totally in my face and just going off on me.

I was shocked and confused and tried to take it all in and let her know that it was all a misunderstanding and how I never would put down her profession or intentially say things to put them down and that I was sorry she took it that way. I did the best I could under the circumstances of having an entire bottle of wine in me, and being blind-sided with some crazy woman screaming in my face.

After I said all I could, I walked away. The guys had no idea on what was going on. I came upstairs and went to bed. David came in a few minutes behind me and wanted to know what just happend. As I started telling him, I started crying and said that I totally didn't mean to upset her and how bad I feel. Of course he was totally supportive and knows that I would never intentionally hurt someone like that. He did and said everything he could to make me feel better and told me we'd take care of it Saturday. I basically cried myself to sleep.

Well, Saturday came and I was hung over and felt like shit and had a house guest and 5 kids to feed, so I made them Pancakes and Bacon. Rosa went home at 1. I wanted to go talk to my neighbor, but she was at work, so I took the kids to the pool to release some of their energy. David spent the day working on getting the garage situated so he could fit Big Red (his 55 Chevy Truck) and all the other shit we have into a one car garage.

Sunday, my daughter came in my room and said somebody was at the door for me. I was hoping that it was Drew, and sure enough it was! I was really happy to see her, because I knew she had to be coming over to talk to me. She stared off by apologizing and saying that she over reacted, but also explained to be that it was a sensitive subject for her husband and she got defensive, that with the combo of alcohol, she blew up and that I didn't deserve that.

I also apologized and explained how horrible I felt, and that I really liked her and was hoping that we could be friends, and how devistated I was about the whole thing. Serioulsy, my entire day on Saturday was crap, besides the hang-over, I was really upset all day. We then hugged and made up.



Last night, I was taking a shower. After my shower, I opened the sliding shower doors and pulled my towel from the bar on the shower door, which then caused the sliding shower door to slide right very hard right into my temple.

I now have a bump and will not be surprised if I get a nice bruise as it heals.

David said "great, now I'm going to look like a wife beater".

I responded "No one could ever think that of you hunny".


David gave me $200 to go grocery shopping with. I spend $273! I was a little out of control. I didn’t go to the gym last night, because after spending an hour and a half at the grocery store, and unloading my car, which consisted of 20 trips up and down the stairs carrying grocery bags, I figured that was my workout for the night. Besides, I was exhausted by the time I got home. So I ate a kick ass salad with craisins, pecans and smoked salmon. OMG smoked salmon, is the bomb! I’ve never had it before, and now I’m pissed because I’ve gone all these years of going without the stuff!

I didn’t get home until around 8:45 last night. David was about 15 minutes behind me, and came home just in time to help me unload the last of the stuff. Yes it took me THAT long to get everything in the house. I practically bought out the store! Eating healthy is expensive!

Lesson learned (again): Never go to the grocery store hungry!



This will be the first year that my kids will be going to a different school. I just registered my son today and will register my daughter tomorrow or Friday. My daughter has gone to the same school since Kindergarten and this year she will begin 7th grade. She’s going to be 12 on the 25th of this month. How time flys. I can’t believe I’m going to have a 12 year old!

My mom hasn’t worked for about 16 or 17 years, and since the kids school was right around the corner from my parents house, my mom has always taken care of the kids after school and she would make sure they did their homework, and have time to play with their friends before I picked them up. Being a single mom for the past 4 years, this has been a great arrangement for me.

Not only is this the first year my kids won’t be going to their own school, it’ll also be the first year that I’m completely responsible for making sure their homework gets done. It’s actually quite scary for me, because I’m going to have to step up to the plate and be more on top of things, instead of going home, cooking dinner, cleaning up and watching TV for a little bit before getting them ready for bed. Life is definitely going to be much more hectic. Then on top of everything else, I’m going to enroll my son into some sort of sports program, and my daughter into dance. I HAVE to get my son into sports this year. He is so athletic, it would be a waste not to get him involved.

So I guess that I’m scared that I’m going to fail, because I’m used to being a part-time parent. Not that I’m not excited about having the kids full time, I just want them to do good, and they won’t do good if I forget to check their homework, or even make them do it. The after school programs that I’m enrolling them in, is supposed to have the kids do their homework after school, but it will ultimately be my responsibility to make sure it got done correctly.

I know I’ll have David there to help and support me, but that’s very limited, because of the amount of work he has to do in the evenings. My heart goes out to him, because his company is going through growing pains and he’s not getting the support he needs. He’s selling the shit out of his products, and just sold a HUGE system to the City of San Diego. As it is now, installation is 8 to 10 weeks out, with rushes on EVERY SINGLE security system he’s sold. He was planning on spending the day yesterday doing paperwork, but had to help his installer (who just started a few weeks ago), install a system, because there were parts that were to heavy to lift by himself. Then today and tomorrow, David has to go to training at his corporate office in The OC. There’s 3 days lost for which he can’t do his paper work, and they are calling him asking why it’s not done yet. I swear, I feel like calling them and telling them to get David some more help because he can’t do the job of 4 people by himself. The poor guy is stressed out and wearing down, and if it keeps going this way, they are going to lose him, because he’s already been scouted by other companies who would love to recruit him. Plus, if they got him more help, then he’d have more time for me ;-) not that he doesn’t make time.

Last night, I put dinner in the oven, took a shower, got out one of my sexy little numbers, that is completely sheer, lit some candles and put on some romantic music. I knew he had a rough day, so I wanted him to come home to something special.



Not a whole lot going on in my life at the moment, and I’m feeling kid of blah. I called yesterday to see where the kids were at and my mom had just picked them up! Thank God. I made the mistake of calling my ex-mother-in-law first and she basically told me that I was being petty about the clothes issues and that I should pick bigger battles. I just let it go, because she knows as much as I do that boy do I have bigger battles that I could pick with her son. The first being that he hasn’t givin me a dime since November 2003. Or the fact that he’ll go weeks without even calling the kids. But I decided, it wasn’t worth it telling her that, so I just let it go.

I hate to blog about shit like this, but part of the reason I have this blog is to vent my frustrations and FUCKHEAD is the only frustration I really have in my life, other than the fact that I get bored as hell at work, but there could be worse things.

We almost went to Laughlin this weekend with the kids, but then my poor David decided that he’s got to get the garage cleaned out now that he has Big Red (His ‘55 Chevy Truck) at home, so he can make room to put it in the garage. He’s freaking out about leaving it outside. He woke up at 3 am this morning and I could hear him putting his clothes on. I said “What are you doing?” He said “I have a bad feeling someone is stealing my truck”. Of course I didn’t want to laugh, because it’s not like we live in the hood or anything. So I let him go outside and check on his truck. He’s so paranoid. I’m surprised he doesn’t have a 24 hour surveillance camera set up with a direct feed to his Blackberry while he’s away from the house!

The diet is still going good. I’m down to 124 lbs now, with 4 lbs to go for my immediate target. Then I’ll have 7 lbs to lose after that to reach my goal. I haven’t been that thin in years! But I also want to get toned, so I’ve been using weights at the gym. The weekends totally kill me, but I’m right back on track during the week. Thank GOD weekends don’t last more than a few days, because I’d be a cow!




Since I haven’t blogged since Thursday, I guess I’ll start my life update back to when I went to David’s networking event at the Del Mar Race Track. All I really have to say about that is I’m so glad I went. I totally needed to get out and be social with other people. They were all so nice and most of the got the email David sent out announcing our engagement, so I got a ton of congratulations and got to show off my ring!

Networking and events like that is one of the many elements I miss about my last job. I loved, loved, loved getting out of the office early, going to a social event at a really cool place where a great meal is served along with cocktails! I may not be able to go to functions like that with this job, but at least I can do it with David.

Friday, David went up to his sisters in The OC and I went to the 909, and spent the night at my parent’s house. I was planning on dropping the kids off out there anyways, so this seemed like a perfect time since David was gone.

I later realized that this was a huge mistake, because I then let the kids go see their dad on Saturday night, and go to their nana’s on Sunday night. Well, I called to talk to the kids last night and they were spending another night. Fuckhead didn’t go to his mom’s house to get the kids any fresh clothes, since he doesn’t have anything at his house for them, so they wore the same clothes and underwear for two days straight! He tried to justify it saying that the kids had gone swimming, but in a mothers eyes that doesn’t matter. My daughter went over there in a dress. What did she sleep in? Don’t get me started, because I’m about to cry over this and of course beat myself up for giving him the benefit of the doubt that he would actually clothe the kids. I didn’t give the kids anything to bring over there, because I knew I’d never get the clothes back, and his mom only lives blocks away and the kids have a TON of clothes over there.


Saturday, after I dropped the kids off at their dad’s house, I drove to David’s sisters house in The OC, since he was having problems fixing his truck, and they were going to barbeque, and I didn’t have anything else to do.

We left their house at about 9 and got home around 10. On my way home to Oceanside, I was driving through Laguna Beach and text messaged The OC girl, saying “Driving through Laguna, waving”. She texted me back saying that she was in Newport getting wasted.

After we got home, David made us some cocktails, which made us both frisky. We had the best sex that night. It was awesome!!!! Plus, I didn’t get any Friday night, so I was extra horney.

Sunday, we went to see the movie “4 Brothers”. It was really good and I highly recommend it. We were walking out to our car after the movie, and noticed there were a swarm of cops in the parking lot, with their cars positioned in a circle as if they had someone boxed in. Then we noticed that the cops all had their guns drawn and a guy on the ground! A little excitement. We watched as we were walking to our car, then realized, our car may also be boxed in. Well, it wasn’t boxed in, but parked just 4 spaces down from the vehicle they had boxed in. Now I wasn’t really down with getting shot by a stray bullet, so I told David that maybe it would be best if we went back in the other way. As we started walking back, we noticed that they withdrew their guns and had the other guy in custody, so we carefully walked to our car and got in and got the hell out of there.

We came home and painted our dining room and I’m so happy the way the color came out. It looks awesome. I’m thinking I might want to bring it all the way into the kitchen, but David doesn’t want to. Maybe he’ll change his mind someday.

Now I’m off to call the kids and see where they are at and make sure they are with their nana and have had showers and have fresh clothes on. Fuckhead will be lucky to get the kids overnight for quite a while.



I’m leaving work early today to meet up with David at the Del Mar Race Track. He’s having some sort of networking event there, and I get to go!

Last night, he mentioned that we can’t be our “normal” selves at this event, so there will be no kissing or hand-holding. Now, the kissing I can understand, but he can’t hold my hand!? WHAT???? I have to admit, this really hurt my feelings. Probably a lot more than it should have, considering it’s “that time of the month” and I’m 100,000 times more emotional and sensitive than I am normally. So I sulked for about 2 hours. I literally, got up from my nice cozy spot right next to him, and went on the other end of the couch and crossed my legs, put a pillow over them, and pouted. My heart was throbbing, and breaking. He then explained that this was a business event with Corporate America, and nobody who brings their spouses, shows any kind of affection towards them. That’s just how it works.

After I put the kids to bed, I came back and sulked some more, while David began to work on his proposals. After Rock Star, I went and did the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen, then got ready for bed. I swallowed my pride to come out and give him a kiss good night. He then said “Do you want to talk about this, because I’m really upset about the situation.?” Well, so was I. I felt as though he was embarrassed of me that he couldn’t even hold my hand! I wasn’t asking him to bend me over the table, pull up my skirt and fuck me in front of everyone!

He told me that he just wanted to give me the heads up before the event, so I knew how things were going to be, so I wouldn’t get upset AT the event. It’s not that he doesn’t love me or is embarrassed to be with me, but it’s going to be business, and he knows that I’ll be fine if I’m not by his side every second. He wants me to go because he knows that I’ll have a good time and meet some people that might be able to help me out with my career, if I wanted to get back into property management. Then he said “ And just think how sexy it would be to look at each other from the other side of the room, and make that moment of eye contact”.

How can I stay mad at that? So I sucked it up, and explained that I was just hurt because that’s not US. We’ve NEVER not been affectionate to each other, so it was kind of a blow, besides the fact that I’m extra sensitive right now, so it doesn’t take much to hurt my feelings. I’ve been to plenty of networking events, so I should have understood from the beginning.

Sometimes I’m my own worst enemy.



(WARNING: Sis, if you’re about to read this post, I suggest you stop, because I know how much you hate hearing about anything to do with your sister having sex, so I suggest you close this window immediately.)

In some ways, David says that I’m the dude in the relationship. Just in a few, not most. What he means by that is the fact that I’m ALWAYS horney and always touching myself when he’s around. I do things to get his attention, such as wear very short skirts without underwear and bend over in front of him. (This is only when the kids aren’t home). I love the excitement of the sexual tension this creates, and when he finally decides to touch me, it’s pure heaven.

There are nights when he has to work, and so he makes excuses on why he can’t make love to me, just as a women would. His biggest excuse would be that if he cums, then he’d be out for the night, and he has work to do. Nights that I don’t get laid, I end up going to bed with my feelings a little hurt. This is another reason he calls me “The Dude in the relationship”.

A lot of nights he’s up late working (his office is based out of our home). The man is a work-aholic. Which is a good thing, and why we can afford to live in Oceanside. Sure, I understand that he’s tired when he comes to bed (another excuse he uses), but what I don’t understand, is what guy wouldn’t take advantage of the naked girl sleeping in his bed? I always make sure he knows that it is MORE than ok to wake me up to make love. There are some nights that he does, and I LOVE IT! But on the nights he doesn’t, I give him shit about it the next morning.

One more reason he calls me “The Dude in the relationship” is that I’m the instigator when it comes to making love. Not all the time, but most. I’ve never been this sexually aggressive with anybody before. Actually, the way I am sexually, is unlike any of my previous relationships. I’m definitely more open, and much more aggressive. He says that he loves that I’m so aggressive and never wants me to change that part about me and that he intentionally plays the hard-to-get role. I guess there could be WAY worse things about our relationship; I just wish he’d give it up more.



Can someone please tell me what the point is of sending junk emails that contain no content or link? I don’t get it.

I don’t normally open junk email, but sometimes I will accidentally click on one instead of hitting the check box to delete it. When the message is opened this is what I see:

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WTF is that????? Who would actually take the time to send out a mass email with crap like that? Are people really THAT bored?

On another note:

I’m going on day 5 of having nothing to do at work. I’ve done all the busy work I can conjure up. It sucks. I’ve begged the guys to give me something, but they have nothing. I was warned that there will be a slow period during summer, but I never imagined anything like this! I’m afraid that if I don’t have enough billable time on my time sheet this week, they’ll send me to Santa Fe Springs for a couple days. That would be hell. And honestly, I don’t think I can make it when I have my kids out here. It would be rough.

In other news: I worked out for over an hour last night. I stretched for 10 minutes, rode the bike for 40 minutes and did the weights for 20 minutes. Yeah for me!


As you can see, I've use used my time at work to re-vamp my blog and I LOVE IT! It's totally me, and it's still PINK!!! Yeah!!!!!



My Coolest Neighbor Ever, had a BBQ for her boyfriend Saturday night. In which I totally cheated on my diet by drinking 3 beers. Then after I realized what I was doing, I moved onto Diet Pepsi and Rum. Something tells me I drank more than that, I just don’t remember exactly.

At the end of the evening, the guys started a game of Texas Hold‘em. I love playing Texas Hold’em and I love to watch the Celebrity Texas Hold’em and the World Tournaments. So, of course, I joined in. Plus the buy in was completely in my budget of $5.00.

Combine Poker with Alcohol = One shit talking Beatch!

Apparently, my mouth becomes bigger than my body, and I get diarrhea of the mouth, especially when I’m winning. I start calling the guys Bitches and tell them to go back to Poker school and come back when they learn how to play. I’m just plain mean! All I remember is winning most of the pot and thanked them for giving me their money.

Since this weekend was pretty much a diet disaster, (did I mention I also had cake and ice cream?), I'm back on the wagon today and starting week 2 of my diet. However, I did reach my weight loss goal of 2 lbs last week. This week, 2 more lbs! No problem!



I'm beginning the fifth day of my diet. So far I have been a very good girl. The only cheating I've done is the 1/2 beer I drank last night. I felt so guilty, that I poured the rest of it out. Now that's willpower because I LOVE beer.

I've also gone to the gym every day this week. So far. I do need to buy some better shoes to workout in, becuase last night I was on the Elliptical Trainer, and on the feet part, it has these bumps on it, I'm assuming to keep your feet in place. Well, after about 15 minutes, I can feel every single bump and it really starts to hurt. But I push myself to finish the entire 30 minutes, despite the pain my feet are in. I go through this every day. So I'm going to buy some new shoes, and hopefully that will help. The sad part about it is, I felt as though I could have kept going, but didn't because my feet hurt so bad.

David said he noticed a change already. I think he's right. I have been eating very good, and have exercised for a minimum of 40 minutes every day. I just have to get through the weekend and the Barbeque tomorrow.


This weekend we really don’t have much planned, for a nice change. I’m picking the kids up tomorrow morning. They’ve been at the beach with my ex-in laws for all of last week, and this week they’ve been visiting my parents. The kids love it there because their neighborhood is filled with kids their age, so they can play all day. Tomorrow evening, my coolest neighbor ever is having a Barbeque for her boyfriend, so we’ll be going to that.

Since I really don’t have much to write about today, I figured I’d share some pictures! YEAH!

Here's a self portrait of David & I at Jenill's Wedding. He's not all that thrilled with how he turned out. But I think he's hot anyways!

Here are my kids swimming. The dark one is D.J. , David's son.

It's kind of a tradition in my family to take a goofy family photo, because you can't take life too seriously.

Have a great weekend!



I wasn't going to post this, but like I say... Fuck it! I couldn't think of anything else to write about.

David came home last night, after spending the day at his corporate office in OC. We were laying in bed talking about his day, when he tells me this story about how some of his co-workers asked about us and if we were planning on getting married. His response "It's headed that way".

Me: "What??????? It's headed that way"

David: "Well, I haven't had a chance to tell some people and I didn't want them hearing it from these guys".

Me: "Why haven't you told them yet?"

David: "I haven't had a chance".

Me: "It's been a MONTH. I was so excited I called everybody within minutes, then sent out an email to everyone else the next day!"

David: "I've been meaning to send out an email, but I've been so busy, I haven't had a chance".

At this point, I have tears in my eyes and I'm pretty hurt and he's feeling like an ass. He had also told me that his sister, who works for the same company, had told everyone, so chances are, the people he had lunch with already knew, and wanted to hear it from him, in which he didn't come through.

Me: "Well, you just made me and yourself look stupid, as if you were too embarrassed to admit you got engaged. They probably had already heard about it around the office".

David: "I'll go send out an email right now, because now I feel like a dick and all I want is to make you happy".

So that's exactly what he did. He sent out an email right then and there to all of this co-workers and networking group. Of course I felt better, but I also felt that if he was as excited about it as I was, then he would have taken care of it already. I guess that's the difference between guys and girls.



I did really good on my diet yesterday. I ate good, and did my exercise routine. I'm trying hard to keep motivated, and the pictures of the Victoria's Secret Swim Suit Models that I have on my desk are definately keeping me focused. Plus the guys here don't mind one bit. In fact, yesterday Rod said to me "I knew I loved you".


Last night, David said something that shocked me, got me all giggely, and totally made me stay up thinking with mixed emotions. What was it? That maybe he has it all planned out for us to get married in Laughlin THIS Labor Day weekend instead of next. I hate it when he does this to me. Not in a bad way, but I don't know if he realizes how much he is playing with my emotions.

First of all.... He knows that it's important to me to have my family at the wedding. Not that I want a big wedding or anything, but I know my family wants to be there.

Second.... He also knows that if he came home one day with a Justice of the Peace or a Rabbi or Priest or Reverand, or even Kevin & Bean , I would marry him right then and there.

Can you see my delima. I wasn't ever planning on even buying a traditional wedding dress. I was just going to go to Macy's or Nordstroms and get a sexy white or off white or even pink dress that would look great on me, and I could party in at the club after the wedding. Of course I would have to get some great shoes, matching bag and accessories as well.

David has never been good at keeping secrets which makes me beleive that he may be planning someting. Then he made the comment that his friend Sam said Laughin is MANDATORY this Labor Day.

I have to admit, it would be much easier this way, because the wedding is already getting out of control. I'm sure there could easily be 50 people at our wedding, just by inviting close friends and family, which is something we really didn't want to deal with.

Maybe I'm thinking about this too much and should just forget it was ever said.

In other news........

It's no secret that David and I are Reality Show junkies. Rock Star INXS is by far, hands down, our favorite reality show and Jordis , is my new favorite singger ever in the history of music. Her voice sounds like an angel and whatever she sings is effortless. When she gets signed, I will be first in line to buy her CD. The girl can do no wrong. If you've missed, then check it out tonight at 9 pm on CBS.



I hope.

It’s time.

I’ve gained quite a bit of weight in the past couple years. Ok, I take that back. I’ve gained and lost and gained quite a bit of weight in the past couple years and it’s time for me to take it off. I figured, that I better start now before It gets out of control.

I think that’s the problem with people who are overweight, is that they don’t do something about it soon enough, and next thing you know, they are 40 or more lbs over weight and if they has done something about it sooner, they wouldn’t be in this mess.

I’m doing this for me first and also for David. I know he thinks I’m beautiful, but frankly, we’re going to the river for our 1 year anniversary, with his friends, and I want to be comfortable in a bikini.

My goal:

To lose 8 lbs in one month.

I know exactly what some of you are thinking…I look fine, I don’t need to lose any weight. Well the fact of the matter is…. I am technically over weight by about 10 lbs. For my height, and bone structure, my ideal weight should be between 104 and 115 lbs. I am (from what my scale says) 127. There, I said it…. I told the entire world my weight without lying. My BMI is 24.8.

Here’s my plan, because we all need a plan to lose weight. I think it’s impossible to do it without a plan.

Eat between 1200 – 1500 calories per day.
Decrease the amount of starches in my diet.
Eat more fruit and veggies, protein and whole grains.
No more 3 o’clock candy bars. (Which is hard since the “Sneak-A-Snack” is so readily available).

Exercise 4 – 5 days a week.
10 minutes of stretching
30 – 40 minutes of cardio
20 minutes of weight training.

Hopefully this plan will be enough to be at my target weight of 119 by September 1st. I know it’s going to be hard and I’m going to need to keep motivated. But I figured it the people on Celebrity Fit Club could do it and lose 4 – 8 lbs in one week, then I can surely lose 2 lbs per week. Right?



David caught the garter! I’m telling you, we were destined to be together forever! I don’t quite have the picture of David with the garter or a picture of David and I together from the wedding, but I’m working on that part. Unfortunately I have to rely on the pictures that are given to me by other attendees of the wedding and the Bride. So this is all I have so far…..

It was a beautiful wedding and a ton of fun. I knew it would be because Jenill and Joey are my favoritest couple to hang out with. Plus, they have a way cool family and way cool friends. I feel lucky to have been a part of it.