…because my husband’s job requires too much travel Wednesday, Nov 14 2007 

Married? Wish your husband would just go on a trip every now and then to get out of your hair? Think women whose husband travels occasionally are lucky? Well, let me tell you, we are not! I have a husband who travels so much lately that it is weird for him to be home for dinner during the week. It is getting old and tiring and I miss him. I’m one of those women who actually enjoys having my husband around and this is getting OLD fast! I know I’m whinning, and it is unbecoming, but I can’t help it. The days begin to run into each other when you have a husband who is gone so much. In fact, half the time I don’t even know where he is. I just wish he would be home more because I miss him and I love him.

…because I worried about 40 for nothing! Monday, Oct 1 2007 

I thought turning 40 was going to be a big deal. Well, it was a big deal, but for reasons I did not suspect. I thought it was going to be a big deal because I was going to fall apart and worry about my appearance and getting older and being over the hill. None of that happened! It was a big deal because my wonderful hubby threw a big blow-out with 150 of our closest friends and family members. It was fantastic! Turned out to be my best birthday ever. Boy do I feel silly about worrying. I should have been looking forward to it. And, I might add, I looked great!

Boy do I look great! Friday, Mar 30 2007 

Well, it’s Friday, and just this past Wednesday made two weeks since my tummy tuck, so I’m 16 days in.  Boy do I look great!  I feel great!  I am SO GLAD I had this operation.  Thumbs up all the way.  I only wish I knew how to put pictures in my post so that I could put before and after pics. 

Just in case someone out there is reading this and wondering if they should do it, let me tell you a few things.  First, it hurts like hell for the first seven or eight days.  You are grey for a few days, then you turn a shade of white.  I mean it, it is a wierd looking white color, like you are devoid of color.  Then you wake up one day and you look at yourself in the mirror and realize that you look like you again and your color is normal.  That is when you know you are on the road to recovery and that you have turned a very big corner.

Second, it does hurt bad.  I’m not going to candy coat this.  It hurts!  Now that that’s said, let me go on.  Looking back on the whole exprience, a mere sixteen days into it, I can say with great honesty that the pain was worth the outcome.  In fact, the outcome far out weighs the amount of pain I experienced.  It’s just like giving birth in a way.  (Don’t freak out, I’m not saying this is anything as joyful or wonderous as bringing a baby into the world, I’m only comparing the pain to the overall experience!)  So what I’m trying to say is that it is sort of like giving birth.  You are in dire pain, you feel like you screwed up royally by getting pregnant because now you are in the midst of the worst pain you’ve ever experienced and you are only dilated 3 cm, and there is no stopping this freight train, one way or another, you will pass that nine pound bundle of joy and the pain is getting worse by the minute.  Then, when it is all said and done, you have your baby and somehow the memory of the pain is still there, but the intensity seems so much smaller.  That is the same with this surgery.  You stand in front of the mirror and look at your new body, and somehow all the pain you know you went through doesn’t seem that bad anymore.  It’s just a memory.

Third, you do get a brand new, very improved body.  My sister summed it up when she took her very first look at me two days ago, which was day fourteen, and said that I got my twenty-year-old body back.  I had never thought of it that way, but she is correct.  I look the same now as I did when I was twenty.  Girls, I’m going to be 40 this summer!  I went from 149 lbs. to 133 lbs. in a matter of three hours.  I went from a size 10 (and some 12’s) down to a size 6 in a matter of three hours.  I went from feeling okay about myself to feeling great about myself in a matter of three hours.  My husband looks at me the way he did when we first married.  Now tell me this all wasn’t worth the amount of pain I went through – and $10,000 dollars!

So, do I recommend it?  You bet your sweet ass I do.  I would recommend it to anyone who is considering it.  In fact, if I were rich and money were no problem, I would pay for all of my friends to get it.  I’m serious, anyone I know who would want it could have the surgery on me.  I would love all of them to feel as good about themselves as I do right now.  In fact, I’m going to go so far as to say that any woman who has had all of her children deserves to have this surgery.  Any woman who basically destroys her body in order to give her husband children deserves at least this in return.  So girls, go to hubby tonight, place his beautiful children in his lap, look him in the eye, and tell him you want one thing in return for giving him his little darlings, and that’s the opportunity to get back what you had!  And good luck, I hope your husbands are as open-minded as mine.

…because this operation HURTS! Tuesday, Mar 20 2007 

Don’t get me wrong, I’m still glad I had the operation, and I know that in a couple of weeks or a month I’ll be singing like a bird, but right now I can honestly say this is painful.  It is Tuesday morning and I had the operation last Wednesday, so this is six days of pure pain.  Yesterday I took a shower and it took an entire hour then I was so exhausted I needed a three hour nap just to get over it.  I’m not kidding girls, this is no walk in the park!  And talking makes you get out of breath for some reason.  It actually feels like you are sucking in your stomach with all your might and talking at the same time.  Try doing that for a few seconds and you’ll see how quickly you will get out of breath.

Our land is coming along great.  Once we got the underbrush out I was able to see, for the first time, just how big it is.  We really got a nice piece of land!  Now I am anxious to one day move out there.  But I know that will have to wait.  Hubby has to get himself aligned in his career, and that doesn’t include St. Francisville just yet.

Well, I’m getting tired again.  I think I’ll go lay down.  I’ll post when I’m feeling better.

…no, not pissed today, I’m excited! Saturday, Mar 10 2007 

I am getting a TUMMY TUCK Wednesday!  Yes!  Can’t wait!  We are leaving today to go to Louisiana for a few days – birthday party for the grandson (2 years old), niece (17 years old), and sister (34 years old). Then spend a couple days clearing out a piece of land we bought with dreams of building a house and retiring there one day.

For now we are going to clear the land and make it (hopefully) look like a park with fruit trees along the back.  Oh, it is quiet large – 2 acres with 250 feet of road frontage and a ravine that runs along the length of the back and along the right side.  We will NEVER have neighbors behind us or beside us.  Can you say privacy!  Love it!

Wednesday morning I am going under the knife to get all this extra stuff off my stomach and legs.  I somehow grew a foot of extra skin on my lower stomach while I was pregnant with the two little angels and it just won’t go away.  The rest of me looks fine – but the lower tummy is just too much for me to live the rest of my life with.  Besides, I deserve it.  Like I told my husband, he has two healthy, beautiful, bright little boys and not a single stretch mark to show for it.  I got stretch marks, 18 months of pregnancy, 12 hours of labor for the first, 32 hours of labor for the second, two c-sections, 18 months of breast feeding, a foot of extra skin on my lower stomach, and about fifteen pounds that are hanging on for dear life.  I think two things:  first of all, he got the better deal, and secondly, I deserve this!  Okay, I TELL him he got the better deal.  That is just for a little extra umph when I am justfiying spending all this money on a non-necessity.  The real truth is that I think I got the better deal.  I was the lucky one who got to feel life inside my body and love these little beings before I even got to see them or hold them.  Men got ripped off for never getting to have that experience.  But let’s not tell him that!

So, off I go to get my brand new tummy!  I am about to wet myself I am so excited.  Wednesday seems so far away.  Everyone says it will be painful and all that.  I say that after the results my doctor seems to think I’ll have, I can endure anything for a week or two.  It will be well worth it.

Well, gotta run.  I’ll post again as soon as I am up to sitting at the computer for a few minutes.  Talk to ya then!

…because I just realized I have exactly 6 months left of my 30’s Thursday, Mar 1 2007 

Well, this is it, March 1, 2007.  I will be 40 at the end of August, 2007.  This means I have right at 6 months left of my 30’s.  UGH!  It could be worse – I could look like a hag.  I must admit that I still look pretty good.  The picture of my husband and I was taken on my 39th birthday in Vegas last August.  Thankfully, I’m aging gracefully.

People say that if they could go back and do it over again they wouldn’t, but I feel differently.  I WOULD go back and do it over again.  My life has been a blast.  When I had ups they were really up, and when I had downs they were really down – I’ve been so poor that I have had to go two weeks between paychecks with as little as $5.00 to my name.  I did a juggling act with my bills each month that would have made Barnem and Bailey proud.  My mom used to tell me that I could stretch a nickel into a dollar.  I was so poor that I routinely made three nights worth of meals with a $2.00 chicken.  Seriously, I was POOR.

Then I moved, I mean married, up to upper middle class.  You want to talk about a shock?  Try going into a store for the first time in your life and not have to bring a calculator to make sure you didn’t go over the amount of money you had in your wallet.  Or getting your first credit card and being scared to use it.  Or finding it IMPOSSIBLE, even to this day, ten years into the marriage, to go into the mall and pay full price for a piece of clothing.  Everything I own comes from sale racks.  Not because I have to, but because I just can’t stop myself.  But would I do it over again?  You bet your back side.  I’d do it again – and not just the good stuff – all of it, because even when I was poor as dirt I was happy.  The reason is because I was born poor.  However, because we lived on a farm and raised our own food, we didn’t know it.  We ate!  And we ate good!  We didn’t have many clothes, and our shoes were worn, but our bellies were full and I guess that’s most important.  So when I grew up and was on my own, dirt poor and struggling from paycheck to paycheck, I wasn’t missing anything because I never had anything to miss.

I can proudly say now that I put myself through college and graduated with a B.A. in Elementary Education with a minor in History.  Yea Me!  I put myself through the first few years, then married and my husband picked up the reigns and paid my way through the rest.  How lucky am I?  I’m serious – it’s times like this, sitting here typing this and seeing it in black and white, that makes me realize just how lucky I am to have married this man.  I think I’ll sign off and go tell him just how much I love and appreciate him.  Ya’ll have a great night!

…because people don’t get involved Wednesday, Feb 28 2007 

Okay, I am the ROOM MOTHER of my first grader’s class.  So here I am, almost seven months into the school year, and the end is just getting in sight, and I can’t take it anymore.  I HAVE TO COMPLAIN!  There are 22 students in this class – I have asked for money on three occasions – teacher’s birthday, christmas present for teacher, and teacher appreciation.  Each time I asked for three dollars (that’s $3.00!), and I asked well in advance, at least 10 – 14 days, and I even sent home a nice note on colored paper each time.  Did I get donations, you ask.  $12.00 for her birthday, $12.00 for Christmas, and $18 for teacher appreciation – and that is including the three dollars for my child.  Do you even need to ask who REALLY paid for these presents?  And that’s not the worst part.  The worst part is that the teacher collects the money and sends it home to me, so she knows exactly how these parents feel about giving a donation for a gift to show their appreciation for all she does for their little darlings (not!).  Now to what is really bugging me.  This weekend is our carnival.  I have to work our class booth MOSTLY BY MYSELF for six hours because only one parent offered her help, and she could only help out the first and last hour of the carnival.  How about that, twenty-two children, times two parents each, equals forty-four parents – and only one could give an hour to the class booth.  And to top it off she just moved here and is new to our school – by only three weeks!  Forty-three parents have too much going on to pull their heads out of their ass for even one hour to help make money that goes towards the betterment of their child’s school.  What a shame.  I have sent a note asking for help, the teacher sent a note asking for help, and every week for a month a note has been included on the bottom of the Week At A Glance asking for help.  NO CALLS!  And we wonder why we can’t keep good people teaching our children.  Maybe if parents would get more involved and help out the teachers would have a better working environment.  I can say, that after three years of children in school, I have been on EVERY class trip, attended every class party, donated food to every school function, and helped out in any way I could.  And I never waited to be asked – I offered.  More parents need to do the same and they would realize that school would me a much better place for their children.  Children of parents that are involved fare much better in school than students whose parents can’t even name their child’s teacher – that’s a fact!  Walk into a class party and you will see that those children who are smiling the biggest are the one’s whose parents are attending the party.

Little League Brat Boy Tuesday, Feb 27 2007 

I have to start by saying that I LOVE bringing my children to their little league practice six. days. a. week!  Seriously, I thought it would be a pain in the butt, but it’s not.  It is a chance to get out into the fresh air, practice a little before the real practice begins, and socialize with other team members and their parents.  The problem is the one little brat on each and every team – you all know I’m telling the truth.  Every team seems to have one.  We got one whopper of a little butt head on one of our teams, a little boy we will call Brat Boy.  He doesn’t stand in place, he dances; he doesn’t run, he dances and rolls across the field; and he is quick to point out EVERY little shortcoming that he considers a flaw in his teammates.  He is bratty, has no sportsmanship, and actually throws the bat and stomps off when he strikes out.  He loves to tell the smaller children that they are “little” and that they will never catch a ball that he throws to them.  Then, of course, he tries to knock their hand off.  He is such a brat!  His parents seem to be oblivious to his ways, but not the coach.  He calls this kid down on almost a daily basis.  I’m just waiting for one of his flying bat fits to end with a child getting hurt.  Parents – if you have a bratty child like this one, keep him home and teach him some manners before you bring him out into the world.  Nobody likes this child, which is such a shame because he really is a cute child – until he opens his mouth!

Kids Are A Pain In The Ass Sunday, Feb 25 2007 

Kids are a pain in the ass!  I love them – wouldn’t trade them – but they really are a pain in the ass.  I know there are parents who are probably passing out at the thought that someone like me (teacher, loving wife, loving, nurturing mother, does EVERYTHING for my children) would say such a thing, but it is true.  You become a slave to your children from birth until they are at least eight or nine, and sometimes catering to their every need can be a pain in the ass, even though you love them, cherish them, and want the very best for them, let’s face it – kids really are a pain in the ass.  Though I have to add that it’s a pain that I gladly handle every day of my life and I look on them with wonderment at the little individuals they are growing into.  Just love them!

What Do I Say Friday, Feb 23 2007 

This blogging business is so new to me that I just have a hard time trying to figure out what to write.  Afraid to get too personal because a girl from work told me she did and it came back to bite her with her husband’s family.  However, I am feeling the urge to just get real here and tell the whole truth about my life, my upbringing, everything – warts and all.  It seems as though it would be theraputic if I do.  (Did I spell theraputic correctly?)  Don’t have time to grab the dictionary.  I think I’ll take the plunge and just start writing from the heart and be brutally honest here.  What do I have to lose?  My in-laws?  Sometimes I think that would be great – sometimes I think it would be tragic – depending on how well or bad the last visit went.  Thankfully they are in Kentucky and I’m in Texas.  I couldn’t handle them being in the the same state – I would Lose My Mind, and probably my marriage, in a matter of six months!  So, beginning with my next post, I will get real about everything and deal with it later if I am found out.

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