Last night, on NBC’s The Biggest Loser: Couples, the remaining four contestants were “motivated” by watching their submittal tapes and their preliminary interviews.  Because, believe me, you would not BELIEVE how different they all look after having lost TONS of weight.  And nothing motivates you more to keep going than to see how far you’ve come.

I had sort of the same thing (in some aspects) the other day.

I’m MAJORLY bummed about the “loss” of our house.  Granted, it was our choice to not extend the offer, but I had tons of fantasies swimming in my head regarding that monstrous mansion.  Three bathrooms, people.. THREE.  Four bedrooms.  A GARAGE.  Oh, even now, it makes me weep to know we will not live there.

This last weekend, our DVD player bit the dust.  Since we needed a new one anyway, Bryan decided to splurge a little and get a DVD recorder.  The Boy’s favorite pasttime EVER is to watch old videos that we’ve made, so we all gathered around the tube on Saturday night to watch some old footage.

This had a positive and a negative side.  (more…)

My Hips Just Shuddered.

Originally uploaded by SarahLena.

Doesn’t being a double-zero make you, like, an imaginary number?

Last night.. well, yesterday in general.. kicked my ass.

A lot of it is “woman-related”.  I was a few weeks overdue for my monthly visit from Aunt Flo (how many euphamisms can a girl use?  WE SHALL SEE.), so when it finally happened, it felt like my core was being syphoned out.  I am STILL cramping beyond all measure. 

Oh, and the best part?  Remember how I was going to get an IUD when I started?  MY DOCTOR CAN’T SEE ME THIS WEEK.  WTF?  And can another doctor stick his hand up into my nu-nu and leave a machine there?  NO.  ONLY MINE.  Damnit it all to high hell.

So, anywayz, my child has decided that 6:30 is his new witching hour.  Every day, regardless of how we approach that timeframe, he is inconsolable for almost two hours straight.  Chances are he’ll konk out between 7:45-8, which is just enough time for him to get pissed off when we wake him up to feed him.  AND PUT HIM RIGHT BACK TO BED. (I’m big on CAPS lock today.  Sorry.) Although the witching hour sucks in general, it sucks donkey balls when I’m the only one home.  So I was cramping, exhausted, and had a fussy bitch of a baby.

Bryan came home to find me asleep while holding my child’s hand as he slept in his bouncy seat.

I pulled myself upright long enough to watch the end of The Biggest Loser.. and BOY, AM I GLAD I DID!  The two girls.. the girls who fought tooth-and-nail through the entire season.. THEY PUSHED THE BOYS BELOW THE YELLOW LINE.  Let me just say again, in italics: two women have solidified their spot in the finale.  Awesome. (Now bold.) AWESOME.

Today, I be gettin’ my hair did.  ‘Bout time.

Is anyone else having issues with WordPress 2.5 not realizing what time zone you’re in?  I’ve reset the Options time code three times already, and it’s still putting me in Eastern.

Which, in my book, means I get to leave work an hour earlier.