I don't like to brag.........

especially about my husband. :) But.....he's lost 5 lbs in 6 days!! While I hate that men lose so much faster than we women folk, I am happy that he's been so serious about it. I myself am down 1.5 lbs and hoping for 2 by tomorrow. That will put me on track for 4 by Vegas. Wade thinks he'll be at 10 by Vegas. Bastard!!

I'm decluttering my house today in preparation for the Christmas season. I randomly just throw away shit that hasn't been used in awhile. Sometimes I regret this, but mostly it's very freeing. I prepped myself by watching hoarders earlier this morning. Nothing gets one motivated to clean more than seeing dog shit and piles of crap filling someone's house. Yuck! And the bonus is all the calories burnt deep cleaning.

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Ode to the running shoe.......

Size 11. And I'm not referring to my pant size. That's my ginormous shoe size. Who cares, you say! I care. I'm 5'3". Yeah, you read that right. I wear a size 11 shoe have a head the size of a watermelon and nothing in between stretched far enough to be called tall. When my husband and I were dating, my future MIL asked me why I was wearing his shoes. And she wasn't joking. Not only are my feet huge, they are flat as a pancake. I'm also bow legged and pigeon toed. Major problem. I was so bow legged when I was little my parents had to put Forest Gump braces on my legs at night to sleep. Seriously. And "f" off for laughing!!!!! I have a hell of a time finding the right shoes. Nothing was different when I began the search for the "perfect" running shoe. We live on a ranch 21 miles from the closest town and 100 miles from a Walmart. I r...

Here goes nothing!

Recently my sister got me started reading blogs. Funny, laugh out loud, real life people doing and saying things that make me laugh. Love them! So, having no extra time in my day, I decided I'd give it a try. Why the hell not. My life is full of stupid crap that no one everyone will want to read about. First thing I had to come up with a name. Problem was, everything I could think of was not appropriate for some that might read this. Those that know me, know that I cuss. Alot. It's a terrible thing some of the filth that comes out of my mouth. So, disclaimer..... I CUSS ALOT !!!!!! Recently I started running. I used to despise the thought of it. I had visions of passing out while jogging 1/4 of a mile and would lay there till my husband, a hired man, or one of the horses/cows/dogs would find me. But let's face it. I'm not getting any younger. And what's the...

Where the hell's that Woodchuck??!!!!

Evil little bastards........I don't go out much. I don't drink often. And I know why. I'm just not a young kid like I once was. It's hard on a gal to recover the next day. I'm going to blame it on Tara myself. She always FORCES us girls to drink Washington Apples. Extra yummy but I'm really starting to not like all this peer pressure............It would be rude of me to say, "no I don't want your f'n drink". I'm just not that person. I reluctantly willingly agree every time she "forces" one upon me. Also rude to not drink the Woodchuck that so many kind souls bought me. And thanks to my wonderful sister for putting this pic of me on facebook. Notice the beautiful crooked way my face looks. WTF!!! This one is much better.............. We had a wonderful evening with GREAT friends and I really don't feel THAT bad today. Just like this guy who got his ass ran over by a truck..... ...

Permanently Exhausted

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