not sure where i'm going but i kind of like it here :)

Hi!

I'm invoking my God given right as a women to change my mind!  Although it's not totally changing my mind since when I last wrote I did make it fully known that I'm frequently changing my mind and may be back.  So this is me coming back.  I have no particular reason other then this bumpy ass road to finding myself is starting to get a little long and so I decided why not go back to something I know I enjoy!  You ladies (if any of you are still out there lol) rock and can certainly make a difference in a gals life.

Now for a completely pointless, semi unrelated, story.

In my quest to find/better/regain myself I've finally started REALLY physically taking care of myself.  My lovely little bugs get quite the kick out of watching me work out so it's dual purpose.  Keeps them entertained and kicks my butt into shape.  One evening I was busting out a session of the 30 day shred.  My little man (who is now 4 1/2) stands next to me and intently watches the tv....then looks at me....then back at the tv.  After a few moments he looks at me, "mom I like her tummy" pointing to the obscenely toned stomach displayed on the tv screen.  "Why don't you show your tummy like her mom?"  Because all 58 lbs (ironically the exact amount of weight I gained while pregnant with you, yeah I ate!) of your current little self started in my tummy and there is now no chance in hell of my abs ever looking like that....ever  "My tummy doesn't look quite like her's babe."  "Oh, well I like your's better mom!"   I love that child and may now need to consume one less glass of wine to counter act his sometimes terrorist behavior ;)

O!  And the kids insisted on "making" my birthday cake this year.  Last year they were with their father on my birthday and returned to me the following day only to ask if I had a cake on my birthday. I told them no and they asked why.  I simply told them there was no one to eat cake with mommy on her birthday. So periodically over the last year they have continued to tell me they were going to make my cake.  I stumbled across and idea that I knew would be perfect and allow them to "make" my cake.  I just have to show it off because they were so proud of themselves!