Finally!! Some real movement!

Holy crap that workout felt good! Even though its been over an hour and I still can't catch my breath, I feel fricken awesome! I KNOW that my body is going to hurt like hell tomorrow... and I'm actually looking forward to it... The best way to loosen it up is to walk it out! I'm hooked... like a crack addict that fell off the wagon after three months of sobriety! Bring it on and make it good!

Darn, the boys are awake.  Why is it that they don't listen to their dad? When I was a kid I use to think my dad was the ultimate authority and to defy him would bring about grave consequence. God forbid he ever raise his voice, give me that look of annoyance or be disappointed! My whole world would fall apart! Yet I sit here listening to my boys torture their father with their laughter and jumping on the bed, challenging his authority like he is just some stranger that walked in off the street and told them they had to clean their room! I feel like going in there but I know that if I do I am just saying that he can't do it, and to be honest... I need him to be able to do it!

So the bride said she liked my "costume" and it will look great at the reception, but the wedding would be formal and I would be required to squeeze into a deep orange or brown dress...

Oh geez... its two days later, and yes.... I did go into the room to rescue Todd from a 6 and 8 year old :P

What an AWESOME day! I woke up bright and early and took off to the South end for a meeting I have been waiting for two weeks! AND I thought I was busy! Then I drove that beautiful drive back home with the music blaring, and what is that... no kids in the car puking all over the back seat! Whoot Whoot! Then I  went back to work and got some things checked off my list... only to find myself running like a mad woman looking for my workout bra so I could go to circuit 15 minutes late. Once again I feel awesome! My body, my temple, and as much as I complain about it... I love it! Every last inch!

Now... back to that dress... WHY, WHY, WHY???

I love the bottom half of the dress on the left.... It swings :) WEEE!  I can just see myself all wasted twirling around on the dance floor not worried for a moment that all the boys from my grade seven class are cringing at the sight of my granny panties!  I could never get away with the top as my BINGO wings are just so unsightly.... I like the top of the dress on the right. I also like the tie at the "empire" waist... maybe in deep orange?

I can now see how women can get stressed out about their weddings and tend to lose the weight they need to in order to fit in their wedding dress. Sometimes I think I should just ask the question and then have a 16 year engagement so that I am constantly faced with the thought, this could be the year we take the plunge.

I was looking at tips for writing a maid of honor speech and it said start with telling the crowd how you feel about marriage.... well, imagine me standing there with my tenth glass of champagne in my hand, (not because I drink a lot, but  because I am deathly afraid of public speaking and maybe if I drink enough I won't cry... as hard) holding up my glass saying "WTF are you guys thinking? don't you know that statistically people who have been together as long as you have that get married usually divorce after a year?? AND do you even know any of these people you just spent a load of cash to feed??" Oh gawd, now the dress dilemma doesn't seem that bad! Maybe I shouldn't drink.