Helllooooooo!!!  Is anybody out there???

Guess this is what I get for not posting in over a year, huh?  LOL

So.. uhm.. yeah.. Is this thing on?

I'm a terrible blogger.  I don't know why.. I used to be really good at it. 

Back in the old livejournal days, I wrote about everything.  Heck.. my kid farted, and I wrote about it.  Nowadays?  Not so much. I guess I just got married, got happy.. became a nurse, got busy.. and, blogging just fell by the wayside.. with the exception of my facebook.  Not really sure if that counts or not. 

Anyway, there's a lot going on in the world of Alice.  I love what I do, but it really can be pretty brutal.  I'm, currently, in between jobs (anyone know of a nursing position in Southern Indiana or in the Louisville, KY. area.. please let me know.  I hold a license in both states.)

If you read my husband's blog, then you already know that we are going to be grandparents, very soon, of identical twin baby girls.  They're names are Sophia Kaye (my middle name is Kay, the father's mom's middle name is Kae.. so, it's a combination of the two) and Kathryn Elizabeth (Sophie and Katie).  We are UBER excited! 

The kids are, slowly but surely, all growing up and leaving the nest.  I'm not really good with this development.  Rachel is, of course, on her own and starting a family.  Michael is still at home.. but, only til the end of this semester.  He is planning on transferring to a school a little further away from home in the fall.  David.. well, we've still got a couple of more years with him at home.. he's only 16.  But, it's weird.  I just don't know what to do without a house full of kids.  I don't know who I am, anymore, outside of being a mom.  I lost that girl over 20 years ago when I had Rachel.. and, I'm not sure if I remember where she ran off to, and how to get her back.  Gosh.. I don't even remember if I liked her very much anyway.  *sigh*

Wow.. this wound up way more depressing than I actually feel..
Oh well.. maybe I'll sound more cheerful next time. 

If you actually read this, give me a holler so I know you're still out there!  :)

 

Stick a fork in me, I'm done

After  hard night of studying.. i'm going to bed. I have to mention, however, that I REALLY hate it when school, and real life, interfere with my maintaining my crops in Farmville.

I'm just sayin...

The real purpose of this post, however, is not just to say goodnight.. but to say how awesome of a man I have.  I'm not always a great wife... but, he is ALWAYS.. a great husband.  I love him so much.  He's my very best friend... and, I am forever thankful that he is a part of my life.

love you, honey.

xoxo

sorry, folks!

School is kicking my tuchas, this week.  I hope to be able to make a substantial post in the next couple of days.  Nothing really new here, on my end.  Jim's surgery is next week so I'm just trying to be as supportive as I can, and still keep my grades up (not to mention my "chin" since I am completely out of my meds..)  I'd just rather keep my mouth shut rather than come off sounding like a loudly screaming lunatic.

I'll be back once my med levels are corrected.  heh

Oh yeah

.. I forgot to mention that there was a shooting in my daughter's aparment building last night.  Not quite sure how I forgot to post that.  I'm still pretty unnerved by it.

She wasn't home, thank goodness.  The building has four apartments in it and only two of them are occupied.  My daughter and her roommate live on the bottom floor, and her boyfriend and his roommate live in the apartment above.  None of them were involved, so we're not sure why the shooting took place there.  As I said before, Rachel was out.  Her boyfriend and their roommates were all in the upstairs apartment, when the shooting took place.  Rachel came home and none of the guys were allowed to come downstairs and she was not allowed to go in, so she went over to my mom's and hung out until she was allowed to go home.

Weirdness

Buca!!

My mother gave me a gift card to Buca di Beppo for my birthday.  Seeing as how we are, quickly, approaching "D-day" for Jim's surgery, we decided to take the boys out for dinner.  Mind you, we have enjoyed this restaurant many times in the past.  But, last night was enough to set mine and Jim's teeth on edge.

We both have social phobias.. mine is worse than his, but he still has them.  The place is normally loud and boisterous, and it has never been a problem before.  But, last night it was packed!  We had an hour wait, which should have been our first warning sign.  We live out in the country, however and have to cross a state line in order to get to this restaurant, so we went ahead and gave it a go.

We finally got shoved into this tiny little spot.  It has a long bench, against one wall with three tables in front of it and then chairs, of course, on the other side.  We were in the middle spot, with other diners on either side.  We were cramped and the noise level was headache inducing.  Our waiter is probably a very good waiter, on normal nights.. but, he was so busy that he really wasn't able to give each table the attention they deserved.

The food was, as usual, incredible however.  We ordered the baked rigatoni, gnocchi and broccoli (served family style).  By the time the food arrived, however, we were already ready to leave.  We ate, and I was extremely good (one small scoop of gnocchi, 2 scoops of rigatoni, and a scoop of broccoli.  (I know I said that was "good" but, in my defense, it was all I'd had to eat all day.)  I may have eaten more if the crowd and the noise hadn't been getting to me, so bad.  But, honestly, all I wanted to do was eat and go home.

I went to bed before anyone else (which doesn't happen to often) but, lost my "extra hour of sleep" by waking up, unintentionally, at 4:30 this morning.  yes.. I feel cheated.  LOL.  Hubby is up, David (my youngest child)  woke up about an hour ago and said he had a stomach ache, and went back to bed.  So, I guess this means no church for us this morning.  So, my day will be filled with Football (YAY!) and, studying (BOO)!

Hope y'all are having a great weekend.  Personally, I'm about to go find that extra hour of sleep that I seem to have lost.

The End of "Birthday Grah"

My birthday was last Saturday.  I always joke that my birthday is a Texas national holiday (I know, Texas isn't a nation.. but, it was at one time.  Humor me here, people!)  I don't believe in a birth "day", per se.. it's more like a birth month (at LEAST a birth week).  I'm not so excited about adding another year to the great, big, huge number 4 that sits at the front of my numerical age.. but, I still get excited about the approaching day for some odd reason.

Anyway, the whole point of this is that I ate like crap and didn't work out all month long.  I really didn't do it on purpose.. it just kind of happened, and I have gained 8 pounds.  Mind you, I'm not a lap bander, like most of you are.  I'm trying to lose it on my own, with the hope that when my husband gets HIS lap band, then it will be easier for me to comply to a lower cal. diet.  But, the weight gain is still a big deal to me.  I went on my first "diet" when I was 5 years old and I spent all of my teen-age years and much of my 20's and 30's as an anorexic. I lived on Diet Coke and cigarettes.. no lie!  I managed to eat healthy when I was pregnant.. but, even though I breast fed all of my children, I wound up having to supplement their nutrition, early on, because my milk supply did not seem sufficient to satisfy them.  I've always known that was because I was starving myself dieting too much.

To see myself fat, in the mirror, is a truly horrible experience. I try not to look at myself, as a whole person, when I do have to look in the mirror.  I look at my hair when I do it, I look at my eyes when I put on my mascara but, I don't look at me.  I normally will just wear some baggy t-shirt or sweat shirt, when I leave the house so I don't have to scrutinize my appearance.  When I'm home, ask anyone who lives with me.. I don't look in the mirror at all.. and, it's pretty obvious, really.

My whole point is 8 pounds up is the wrong direction.  And, I've tried to make up for it the past couple of days by not eating.  Literally, just having my coffee, and maybe one or two tortilla chips from the bag that is laying on my kitchen table.  Of course, yesterday got the better of me.  I ate almost an entire Domino's Artesian Pizza by myself.  Today?  I've had one PB&J sandwich (and, of course, my coffee).

Seriously, I'm killing myself here (probably, literally).  Tomorrow is a new day.  Back to counting calories.. not only to make sure I don't eat too much.. but, also to make sure I don't eat too little.  Also, back to the (at least) four to six days at the gym.

Wish me luck folks!