My Grandma

This is me and my Grandma. I talk to her almost everyday, but never see her enough. I keep her in trashy romance novels and she keeps me up with wacky news programs. She also gives my parents someone to keep up with and to dote on. She says that she's got to be the luckiest woman in the world to have my parents looking after her. And that no one could have son-in-law as good as she has or one that loves her more. I must thank my parents for watching out for her, she appreciates it more than you know. I do to.

Ya baby!!

After standing outside in countless thunderstorms, I finally got my bolt of lightening.

Ever just had to laugh.

On the way home today, we were on some back road in Arkansas and in the front yard of this house was this sign, it said "Bud White" painted in black letters on a white background. Mason being Mason, had to read it out loud.

Mason: "Bud White"

Ethan: " No Dad, its bud-light."

Arkansas & it's booming industries!

If you've been reading my other blog, Coplin Copy, you will have noticed that we've spent the last three days in Arkansas.

It has a wealth of industry and I have found my two favorites and am looking to franchise. Anyone have a favorite?

It's official. I'm a Doofus!

I let my sister out do me one more time. On her blog she put a big HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD entry on our Dad's birthday. I on the other hand talked to him the morning of his birthday for about 10 minutes then hung up and had to call him back because I forgot to wish him happy birthday while I was on the phone with him.

Dad, if you read this know that I am your first born and have loved you way longer than the blond chick. I also produced two grandchildren who told me they didn't get to see Grandma & Papa enough and wanted to spend all their vacation with them. So hopefully that makes up for my glaring mistake. I'm getting old, I must have old-timers disease. (If I do remember also that I got that from Mother.)

SHHH, don't tell the husband!

I went shopping today. Not your everyday little shopping trip, lingerie shopping. I won't say that I spent too much, but I spent more that average. I purchased 5 new bras - one really nice one with matching panties. A hot jewel tone cami with a built-in bra and a sexy purple nightgown.

Presents for me!!

Still on the big side.

Today was M-Day, measurement day, at Curves. I swear, I am going to end up looking like a ball on two sticks. I have lost and inch in my calves & thighs but no where else. I can't have skinny bird legs and be fat on top. I would rather be fat all around, then at least I am proportioned. For goodness sake, I gained an inch in my boobs. Ya, I know, its probably TMI or your are thinking "I wish I could have an inch in my boobs." Trust me when I say you don't want bigger than DD's. They are plenty big, in fact I would reduce them and lift them off my belly button if I could. Do you know how hard it is to find a bra in that size? Most places stop and D. I can't waltz into Victoria Secret or even Target and get a bra, I have to go into expensive stores even Macy's & Dillard's are limited in that size.

I actually have definition in my arms though, and I have almost lost that teacher arm hanging thing. My legs are getting some definition to them, they say the muscles remember. I used to run track and was a good sprinter, I ran the 100, 220 and 440. My best time for the 100 was 11 seconds flat, I ran the 220 in 26 and the 440 in 56. This working out thing is not all bad, but what is the secret to getting rid of belly fat? I know part of it is due to two C-Sections and having all my muscles & tendons cut, I have an inch of scar tissue in my abdomen. No matter how many sit-ups I do, cucumbers & other green stuff or vegetables I eat, or how long I've given up any bread that's not 100% whole grain, I am not losing anything from shoulders to hips.

I just know that one day I'm going to wake up and my size 14 days will all be a dream and I'll be 132 lbs and a size 4 again. Shoot, I'd be happy with a size 10 & a C cup.

Here Kitty, Kitty

I have two cats, Zelda, who is old and won't come in during the summer unless its raining because its too cold for her in the house; and Turco, the predator. Turco likes to sleep on the bed but for some reason is ready to go outside at 4 o'clock in the morning. Its definitely a sleep disruptor.

As I got up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, I noticed Turco head for the backdoor, to stop me from having to get up again I decided to go let the cat out now instead of later.

At about 4 or 5 o'clock this morning I was awakened to "Screech, Screech, Screech" not quiet sure I wasn't dreaming I tried to settle back down and again, "Screech, Screech, Screech." At this point after watching Zodiac last night I was sure someone or something was being murdered outside my bedroom window, I woke up my husband.

"Did you hear that? Mason, did you hear that?"

"No, What?"

"Listen." "Screech, Screech, Screech"

"HUH?"

"Screech, Screech, Screech!"

Then, "Meow!"

Oh great, the cat caught another something - another dead something to clean up on the side of the house. Mason and I just groaned, rolled over and went back to sleep.

We never found anything on the side of the house and the neighbors hadn't come to tell us they had to pick up a dead animal, maybe it got away. Or worse, he will throw it up this evening in the house. I'm already starting to gag.

Work, Work & More Work!

It is Saturday, I'm at work. Obviously not working, but that is due only to the fact that there is nothing to do. I've even filed everything, and there is nothing but a phone list in my in-box.

Its amazing the roller coaster ride Real Estate is. You have this lull during the holidays, school vacations (i.e. Thanksgiving, Spring Break) then it picks up during the beginning of Summer, and dead-ends shortly before school starts. I need the money, I don't want to not work, but at the same time, I hate sitting here with nothing to do. I have a book to read, but its about dieting and that's not fun. I've visited all the trash gossip sites, I've bugged my husband home with the kids. NOW WHAT?

Now there are weekends that I can't see straight and I feel like I've been riding a washing machine that is perpetually in the spin cycle, I don't like those weekends either.

There is always someone who calls and can't pronounce the streets the houses are located on. Bryn Mawr is a college guys, think about it, it is not pronounced Brine Mauer. Get an education!!!! Also, don't expect the houses to cost less than the cars parked out front!

Holy Lightning Strikes Batman!

A crazy storm just blew over. It was nice - although very humid all day then WHAM here comes a thunderstorm. There was a lightning strike close by. The lightning flash and the crack (or boom as the kids say) occurred at the same time. I still need to check the outside of the house, the garage and alley to make sure it didn't hit us.