Fly Over States

First of all, I love that song by Jason Aldean.  
Although, I got the CD as a gift when it first came out and it was called: “Fly Over Town,” not that that random tidbit of information was worthwhile at all.  
Second, I’m in the airport blogging which makes me a real bonafide blogger, I think.
If only I felt like taking pictures of my stack of magazines, my ginormous bottle of water, and my peppermint tea.  But, now you know what I’m doing.  
Third, my flight is delayed to wait for connecting passengers because this is the last flight back to Sandy Eggo.  Seriously, you’re gonna make us board and sit on the plane for an hour?  Shame on you.  
Anyway, I thought I’d share some tidbits of my life at the moment.
If you like a quiet airport for napping or concentrating, I suggest flying on Saturday afternoons.  
It is DEAD in here.  Very peaceful.  
Enjoy your memorial day.  Drink beer or sangria, eat burgers or hot dogs, lots of watermelon, and enjoy time with your loved ones.  
🙂
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Congrats to My Sister

I won’t be blogging much because I’m celebrating my little sister’s college graduation.  
I’ve been relaxing and enjoying time with my family.  
Here are some photos from her graduation on Friday.  

My sister after she graduated.

Her fully decorated cap.  

She’s right there, I promise.  

Walking back to her seat after receiving her “fake” diploma.  

So proud of her!  
I’ll be back here sporadically.  

What’s Going on Around Here

I like to write things down, sometimes, in the form of lists, often times, just because I’m a weirdo.  
I’m packing to visit my family for 9 days (I hope I survive) and it always starts like this:
A very pretty and laid out list of what I might want to bring with me and pack. 
It looks like a lot, but my suitcase isn’t even halfway full.  
Here they are:

Little suitcase is my carry on.
Big suitcase is only half full.  
That means I’ll probably have to revise my list.  
I’m not really very organized, but I like to pretend that writing it down helps me remember everything.  

I fell off the treadmill on Saturday at the gym.  
(This photo is the G rated one, the first one I took from the other angle showed up my pajamas which is not the look I was going for).  
I wish it was a great story that I was running and slid off the treadmill because I was in the zone and not paying attention.  
It didn’t happen that way.  
I had gotten off, went to get a towel and some cleanser to wipe it down, was standing on it, had finished wiping it off, was grabbing my water and my phone, and although I thought I was stepping onto the floor, I missed and hit the end of the treadmill and got a rug burn THROUGH MY PANTS.  
Nobody stopped to help, I was embarrassed.  
And in case you wanted to know what I look like at this exact moment, here yo go:

Wet hair, pajamas, and my lack of eyebrows, or my half-brows.  
That’s what I plan on calling them from now on.

Happy Monday!  

Mommies. Moms. Mamas. Mothers.

Just some photos of my favorite moms.  
Me and my mom.  
I think this was on my sister’s 2nd or 3rd birthday, so I’m either 5 or 6.  One of us amde her visor.   

Grandma Pat and me.  
We miss you lots.  

Me, mom, and Dani.  
I didn’t get the memo to dye my hair the same color as them.  
Not that I dye my hair ever.  

Grandma Mo and me.
We miss you too!

Grandma Marlene and me.  
We also miss you!

Dani, mom, and me in las Vegas.  

Lucie is a mom too!  

Dad, me, and mom.  

Me, Chris, and my mom, or as you could call it, The Chris’ and me.
Mom and me.
I have the best mom in the whole wide world and had the best grandmothers as well.
I hope you treated your mom extra special today.  
Things that get on my nerves, but I don’t like to dwell on negative things, so this will be quick.  
I’ve lost 30 pounds, and it feels amazing.
I’ve also lost 2 – 3 pants sizes.  
That feels great too.  
I now look like this:
(Ignore the mess)
I’m pretty happy with it, and I’m glad that I was able to to do this for myself.  
I do however, have a problem with people saying I am too skinny.  
I am not too skinny.
I am now average.
It frustrates me that people tell me to not lose anymore and to maintain because I’ll be too thin.  I might look like a starving Somalian child.  Those things are almost as hurtful as someone telling me I still look fat.  
If you weren’t a fat child, you don’t know what it means to be thin.  I have never been thin.  I have never been average even, until now.  
I know you think you’re speaking in my best interest, or that you think I am being too extreme, but you don’t know.  
You can say, oh when I used to wear a size 4 or before I had kids I was so slender.  
I don’t have that option.  
My when I was thinner, is now.  
Let’s take a trip down memory lane (from puberty forward) at what size pants I wore:
12 – 12
13 – 12
14 – 14
15 – 16
16 – 12
17 – 12
18 – 12
19 – 14
20 – 14
21 – 10
22 – 8
23 – 12
24 – 14
25 – 6 -8
Now, from the age of 12, only was once I even close to the size I am now.  I’m not saying that wearing an 8 or a 10 is a bad thing, but I wanted to be healthier, feel better about myself, and look better.  There wasn’t a time that I was happy about myself back then.  It frustrates me to no end that people tell me to be something I’m not.  
The first question they asked me was, who wants you to lose more weight?  I assume they think that Chris is pressuring me.  I’ve been dating him an awful long time for that to matter.  And no, it isn’t him, it is me.  I want to be strong and fit and healthy.  I want to wear cute clothes and feel comfortable in my own skin.  Is that really a big deal?  
I am not too skinny, I will never be too skinny.  But you don’t help someone by telling them they are too thin.  Unless you know they aren’t eating or are abusing their bodies, or using drugs, let them be.  They will be happier that way.  

Today We’re Dancing

Does everyone love Zooey Deschanel as much as I do?  
I don’t normally love commercials, but this one puts a smile on my face:
I’m still sick, but feeling better.
My eating has been out of control, but sometimes life happens and I have to step back and focus on it again.  
Hard boiled eggs and salads are baaack.  
Make sure Zooey D puts a big smile on your face.

How I’ve Spent My Weekend

Yesterday was Chris’s birthday.
I thought I was feeling sick, but we headed up to Santa Monica to spend some time on the pier and at Venice Beach.
It was a pretty day out, lots of walking, and although I got a slight burn, Chris got really burned.
We’re really talented at taking photos.  
This is the ONE that we took yesterday:
This is my day today:
I don’t know the last time I was this sick.
It is awful, in fact, being sick when it is warm out, is the worst.  
Hope you all had a good weekend!