This Week Kinda Sucked


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Earlier this week Michael came home to find vines strewn all over the front yard and me crying into my pillow. All I could get out was that I wanted some good news.

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 I had over 14,000 emails in my junk email folder and it refused to empty. Between this and all the pictures I had in folders on my Desktop my computer was moving at the speed of an arthritic snail. Michael went out and bought me two big thumb drives for my pictures and individually deleted over 2,000 emails to get the junk folder to empty. He’s awesome.

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I’d tried to rip all the vines off the landscaping at the front of the house because someone had posted on the band parent page that the students need to practice more individually. Of course I couldn’t reach all the vines, and didn’t have the strength to actually uproot them, so John took the pruning shears and filled up a yard waste bag with what I’d ripped down. I did save my Nandina bushes and my rhododendron, but the roses may be dead :(

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My Bariatric support group meeting was great – a friend met me there and there were a couple of two-years-out people who were happy and healthy, keeping the weight off without killing themselves or starving. But when I mentioned Nerium Firm and ended up with a handful of people wanting my cards at the end of the session I got dirty looks from the dietitian and counselor. Even though I’ve had NO sales yet from those leads I get the feeling they may ban me from mentioning it again. Or maybe I’m paranoid.

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John mid-term progress report came home. If we’d had the money to let him go do any of the usual things high school Juniors do these days in the first place he’d now be grounded from doing them. How do you ground a kid when you’re poor? Not let him play with the dogs we’ll have to take to the Humane Society when our house is foreclosed on? That’s about all he’s got.

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Thankfully, my OB/GYN is owned by the group of hospitals that provide my insurance, so there were no extra fees for me to go back for extra mammogram views or for two pelvic ultrasounds. It would be pretty ironic if I had bariatric surgery only to find out less than two months later I had breast and/or uterine cancer, huh?

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Instead of a pound a day I’m down to losing about a pound a week. I know, I shouldn’t complain. But if my back could just take a bit of exercise I’d be able to speed this along. But, no. A conference last Saturday that involved sitting in comfy chairs (I was sprawled across three by the end), taking frequent stretch breaks, wearing my TENS unit (yes, those spots still itch like crazy) and taking extra pain pills and muscle relaxers (I had a driver) still left me miserable and bed-bound for the rest of the weekend, missing John’s nearest marching band contest. The vine-tearing took its toll as well. More perky next time, I swear.

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Learning to Love Fashion Again!

When you’re overweight shopping isn’t fun. Your favorite clothes don’t fit right, and it’s hard to feel your confident best. But when you are obese you simply don’t shop. At least I didn’t.

If I had to have clothes I ordered them online, or bought them at thrift stores. I have even bought bathing suits online. The whole experience is depressing. Clothes that fit are ugly, expensive, and tend toward black, navy, large florals, and ruffles. Those can be found in the “fat lady stores” or the Plus section of department stores, usually tucked into a back corner of department stores. In Kohl’s it’s near the workout gear. Can you be more insulting? Perhaps put up a sign saying “specially reinforced floor for YOUR protection!”?

But I digress. I’m dropping pounds and inches like someone turned my metabolism up to eleven when I had surgery (please tell me someone still gets that reference) and even though I’m still overweight I’m no longer obese. And I’m starting to actually care about what’s in fashion again. Because I’ve moved from yoga pants and T-shirt to jeans and T-shirt with the possibility of seriously cute outfits in my near future.

But I can’t go out and buy clothes right now, because I’m a dieter-in-progress. The first time I wore the pair of jeans I have on today they were a bit snug. Now they’re comfy, but a bit loose. The next time I put them on they may fall off. I’m talking about over the course of a week, here. I now wear only cute underwear just in case.

So for now I’m reading a few fashion bloggers, such as Amanda at The Creative Brief, and following some style bloggers on Instagram. And I’m showing my new fashion sense on my nails! I can put on Jamberry wraps or a gel manicure and not have to change for two weeks! Amanda featured the latest in Fall nail trends recently, and I was quite pleased to find that her selections perfectly matched what Jamberry offered!

Metallics: Amanda even chimed in to my party to validate that this IS an important nail trend for Fall. (Left to right) You can go for a little shimmer with Stargazing (on my toes right now); Silver Floral, a clear overlay to boost the oomph on your favorite polish; or Butterfly Effect, a full-out coppery bit of happiness right on your fingertips!
I can’t really say Butterfly Effects looks blingy enough in the catalogue pic. Go to my Jamberry FB page to see if on my nails (my profile pic). Since I’m slow out of the gate on fashion this year I truly hadn’t fallen in love with Marsala, Pantone’s color of the year for 2015, until recently. OK, I didn’t realize there was a color of the year until recently. Thankfully, Jamberry was way ahead of me.
See how many of them have metallic accents? Sparkling Marsala is my favorite, but those elephants in Marsala Palace do call to me!! And if you’re balking at the prices remember: every full sheet does two full manis, two full pedis, with leftovers for accent nails – WOW! Now this one shocked me: light colors. Like the well-brought-up Southern girl I am I tucked away my white shoes, purses, pants, and skirts after Labor Day. My grandmother would truly rotate in her grave if I’d worn white linen last Saturday, I swear. But, we can wear white on our nails! My grandmother didn’t cover this, so I feel safe in doing so (since Amanda says I can).Oh, the options! There’s a Porcelain gel polish I was dying to get, but crossed it off my list ’til Spring. It’s back on again, baby! I’m tip-toeing in cautiously with Faux Fox on the left (Isn’t he adorable? He has a kids’ version, too!) but you can go with a graphic clear overlay like White Chevron (middle) or dive into the deep end of the pool and do your own gel manicure at home with Porcelain (right) and save a bundle in the process!
white after labor day
TIP: Hosting a Jamberry online party earns you free stuff, half-price stuff, free wraps, and other discounts depending on your party volume. Hosting a FB party (you invite people, I’ll do all the posting!) is a fabulous and frugal way to start doing your own gel nails, saving time and money!

I haven’t given away all Amanda’s Fall nail tips, so you need to go read her post! Then hop over to my Jamberry site, where I just started a new UK and UofL party. Browse, ask me questions – I love questions! And rock your nails this Fall!

Oh, and don’t forget to peek at the holiday wraps. They are TOO cute! (And these are just the Fall ones!)

The Sounds of Being Home Alone

When I was still able to work I listened and talked all day. I’d often have a landline to one ear, a cell phone to the other, and be listening for overhead pages while someone stood next to me asking questions. So when I came home I needed an hour or so of silence to clear my brain. I never turned on the TV or the radio. Once my guys got home things got loud again, but in the best possible way!

Now I’m home alone all day (except for the dogs) and I still keep it quiet. I listen to music in the car when I’m running errands or when I’m doing something mindless like folding laundry, but the TV still rarely comes on. I can hear a cicada that snuck into the house – it’s in the basement somewhere. I can hear Sam snoring softly on the sofa, probably with all four paws in the air. The Periscope whistle from my phone is the most oft-heard noise in my house recently, not because I follow a lot of people, but because some of the people I follow scope a lot!

Bells ringing means Boss and Sam are at the back door, letting me know they need a potty break. Claws tapping rapidly on the hardwood floors means Sam’s trying to convince me it’s lunchtime by bouncing around in circles. It’s hard to ignore a hundred-pound dog when they’re bouncing! Today I hear a gentle rain, which I find peaceful, but I hear there are thunderstorms coming later, which will involve whimpering until I lie down and let Boss snuggle up next to me, ruffling my hair with his sighs of distress.

The grandfather clock we received as a wedding gift chimes every fifteen minutes, around the clock. We could silence it, but we don’t. It sounds like home. When it needed repair and we didn’t have it running something just felt off.

When the guys come home the TV and/or radio go on before Michael even takes his shoes off. He doesn’t like silence. John’s computer will boot up and I’ll hear his portion of whatever game he and his friends have decided to play to decompress before settling in to do homework. Listening to that from the next room is more entertaining than any TV show currently airing!

Sorry, I have to go: the bells are ringing!

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