Wednesday, December 30, 2009


Christmas. . .with some new traditions

Christmas Eve. . .
family in the hot tub
Christmas Day. . .
dogs in the shower

Monday, December 21, 2009


I don't know why the picture is sideways, but here it is. I gained .6 lbs. I have to say that I am toally good with that. I pretty much took the entire weekend (Fri-Sun) off. I enjoyed my anniversary and weekend. Today is a new day though and I am re-committed.

Monday, December 14, 2009

my weight

I'm still not under 200, but I am getting close. I lost 3 lbs this week and have a total weight loss of 11 lbs. I am proud of myself. This last week was much harder than the week before. I missed one workout and ate some chips one night. So, I could have lost more, but sometimes you need a break and sometimes you need chips. Right? This week I have to be really good because our anniversary is Friday and we will be going out and I want to enjoy it. Keep drinking your water, eating fruits and vegetables, and exercise at least 3 times this week. Good luck!

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Just thought you could all use a good laugh.

As I put the star on the tree the other night Quinny told me that he'd rather have a
SPONGE on top.

Apparently he's not a fan of "

Monday, December 7, 2009

it's working

Last Monday I started the "28 Day Body Shaper". It has not been easy, but it's working. See for yourself. The top picture was taken last Monday and the bottom picture was taken today.
I've lost almost 6 lbs. in one week. Since the begining of this whole internet weight loss thing I have lost about 8 lbs.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Since Emily is always so good about quoting Adam online, I thought I'd follow her lead. (Actually, I'm doing this because I don't want to forget Quinny's quips and I keep forgetting to write them down.) Mind you, my Q has his father's quick wit...maybe not quite up to "par Adam" - but still laughable. Here you go...

A morning last week:
Quinn: I don't feel good.
Davis: Are you as sick as a dog?
Quinn: No, I'm as sick as a person. And not a cat either.

Last week we hired a man (Henry) to help us clean up the yard a bit.
Quinn (after dropping the kids off at school): Where are we going now? (Standard question)
Me: Home.
Quinn: Why?
Me: Henry is going to be doing the burn piles in the yard.
Quinn (with a very quizzical look): But he doesn't have any hands.
Me (laughing super hard at the mental image Quinny must have come up with of our dog Henry throwing sticks in the fire with his mouth): Not Henry the dog. Henry the person.
Quinn: Oh.