Many of my readers have been asking for an update on my progress with the fish oil. The lady that owns my gym said if you take 5000 mg of fish oil pills everyday, your belly fat will melt away.
Ask and ye shall receive...let me warn you.....it's not pretty.
Have I lost all my belly fat? NO.....working out 4 times a week is, however, helping with that.
What I do have as a result of taking 5000 MG of fish oil daily is:
Indigestion with flounder tasting burps.
Bloating and Gas. No, it doesn't smell like fish, but might as well.
Fish breath. Enough said.
As you can imagine, my husband is anxiously awaiting the end of the fish oil fad.
I'm not giving it up quite yet!
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Monday, January 26, 2009
Go Love Bugs!!
Saturday night we went to the Mudbugs game in Shreveport with a group from church. The youth was going, so we decided to tag along. Kam was at her dad's for Mackenkie's birthday, so it was just the three of us. Ken and I had never been, so were very excited.
As soon as we walked in, Ken spotted the Chick-fila cow. She was thrilled!!
The beginning was a little boring, so we bought Ken the biggest bag of cotton candy they had- to occupy her time. Once the game started and the fights broke out, it was a blast!! I want season tickets!
The picture below isn't the best, but the black man in the gray velour pantsuit was cracking us up!! When he wasn't in the beer line, he was dancing and having the best time. He was entertaining.
The next photo is of a die hard fan that loved the chicken dance song. Wish I had a video so you could get the full effect...BT missed the whole thing. We was in line getting Ken and me a pizza...
Apparently each time the Mudbugs score, the crowd throws plastic crawfish in the arena. "Go Love Bugs" Ken yelled. Some boys behind us bought a bagfull after they scored, but they only scored one time, so they were stuck with their bag-o-bugs. Fortunately for Ken, they gave her a couple. She was afraid of them at first, until she figured out they weren't alive...She called them her lobsters and she even slept with them Saturday night.
Scuffle....
Our row of girls doing the YMCA. Second from the left is our babysitter, Hannah.
We can't wait to go back.
As soon as we walked in, Ken spotted the Chick-fila cow. She was thrilled!!
The beginning was a little boring, so we bought Ken the biggest bag of cotton candy they had- to occupy her time. Once the game started and the fights broke out, it was a blast!! I want season tickets!
The picture below isn't the best, but the black man in the gray velour pantsuit was cracking us up!! When he wasn't in the beer line, he was dancing and having the best time. He was entertaining.
The next photo is of a die hard fan that loved the chicken dance song. Wish I had a video so you could get the full effect...BT missed the whole thing. We was in line getting Ken and me a pizza...
Apparently each time the Mudbugs score, the crowd throws plastic crawfish in the arena. "Go Love Bugs" Ken yelled. Some boys behind us bought a bagfull after they scored, but they only scored one time, so they were stuck with their bag-o-bugs. Fortunately for Ken, they gave her a couple. She was afraid of them at first, until she figured out they weren't alive...She called them her lobsters and she even slept with them Saturday night.
Scuffle....
Our row of girls doing the YMCA. Second from the left is our babysitter, Hannah.
We can't wait to go back.
Friday, January 23, 2009
Deep thoughts with Ken (again)
Mornings in the car are always Ken's time to have deep thoughts.
This morning was no exception.
Ken: (as she peers out the car window thru her hot pink shades) "How did God make all this stuff?"
Me: "Well, it was a miracle, but he did it."
Ken: "He should have got tired. Why didn't he get tired?
Me: "Because never gets tired."
I hope that's a true statement....I can't imagine that God gets tired or else we would have exhausted Him a long time ago!
This morning was no exception.
Ken: (as she peers out the car window thru her hot pink shades) "How did God make all this stuff?"
Me: "Well, it was a miracle, but he did it."
Ken: "He should have got tired. Why didn't he get tired?
Me: "Because never gets tired."
I hope that's a true statement....I can't imagine that God gets tired or else we would have exhausted Him a long time ago!
Ken
I can't beleive I forgot to discuss this yesterday.
I have raised my girls to be confident and proud of their bodies, and the way their bodies function. The don't think twice about running thru the house naked, or passing gas where ever they may be. The passing gas part is prooving to be an issue.
At church Wednesday night (you can tell where this is going) during a college student's speech, Ken passes gas. Not just a little, ladylike toot, but a manly, take-after-her-daddy fart. I dont like that word, but that's what it was. So how does Ken react? Just as we'd expect her to...not at all. No blink, no smile, no sign of embarrassment, becasue why would she be embarrassed? This is a normal bodily function. Then she does it again. Even louder. And the second one smelled putrid.
Kam's reaction was equally normal for my girls. She just rolled her eyes and never looked up-just continued drawing a horse in her notebook.
Brian and I wanted to crawl under a pew, but couldn't. We caused this by not acting like it's a big deal. I never wanted them to be ashamed of their bodies and I guess you could say we succeeded. They are confident and obviuosly do not care what anyone else thinks--they just continue to be themselves.
On the way home I told Ken I think she made God smile at church tonight. She asked, "Why?" Neither of them even remembered!!!
I have raised my girls to be confident and proud of their bodies, and the way their bodies function. The don't think twice about running thru the house naked, or passing gas where ever they may be. The passing gas part is prooving to be an issue.
At church Wednesday night (you can tell where this is going) during a college student's speech, Ken passes gas. Not just a little, ladylike toot, but a manly, take-after-her-daddy fart. I dont like that word, but that's what it was. So how does Ken react? Just as we'd expect her to...not at all. No blink, no smile, no sign of embarrassment, becasue why would she be embarrassed? This is a normal bodily function. Then she does it again. Even louder. And the second one smelled putrid.
Kam's reaction was equally normal for my girls. She just rolled her eyes and never looked up-just continued drawing a horse in her notebook.
Brian and I wanted to crawl under a pew, but couldn't. We caused this by not acting like it's a big deal. I never wanted them to be ashamed of their bodies and I guess you could say we succeeded. They are confident and obviuosly do not care what anyone else thinks--they just continue to be themselves.
On the way home I told Ken I think she made God smile at church tonight. She asked, "Why?" Neither of them even remembered!!!
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Texas Babies
Did you know that 213 babies in Texas alone are aborted each day? That is over 77,000 infants per year. This is very alarming.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
General Contractors Beware!!
I am not the world's best driver. I have, however, only been involved in one accident, approximately 9 years ago and ended up breaking an elderly ladies nose, but it wasn't my fault! It's a miracle that I don't have an accident everyday. Daily, I have a near miss. My car even has a back-up camera and I still barely miss cars (and pedestrians) every time I back up.
Last Friday was no different. Except I had an audience. Lovely.
Many of you know our bank is in a travel trailer while the real bank is under construction. We have workers and supplies scattered about all the time and it's like an obstacle course. Apparently just to me, no one else has these problems.
Well Friday as I was leaving the camper, I hit something. Pretty hard. I just knew it was the Hispanic man building something in that vicinity and jumped out on my car, 4 inch heels and all, to save him from my recklessness.
He was fine. It was the project he was building that was destroyed. There were cones trapped under my car along with boards, plywood, and something resembling fiberglass crushed underneath my tires. I was so relieved it wasn't the worker. All I could think is that this bank will never be done if I run over a contractor!! I apologized over and over again even though I don't think he understood me. Then he and Dan had to direct me off the curb in a way that would not further damage the underside of my car. Thank goodness I drive an SUV and not a car. Did I mention that while all this is happening the staff of the RV was looking out the teller windows laughing? Yes, they were. By the time I returned to my office, Theresa was rolling on the floor laughing hysterically with the phone on her ear. Thanks to the staff watching....I believe this is the only time I've seen Theresa cry without Dan being the cause. The tellers said that as soon as I drove away the laborer started throwing the debris and cursing me in Spanish. Poor little fellow. He hates me. I'm sure he worked on it for days and I crushed it. I feel terrible. The lease is up on my car soon. I hope no one inspects the undercarriage.
Adios, amigos!
Last Friday was no different. Except I had an audience. Lovely.
Many of you know our bank is in a travel trailer while the real bank is under construction. We have workers and supplies scattered about all the time and it's like an obstacle course. Apparently just to me, no one else has these problems.
Well Friday as I was leaving the camper, I hit something. Pretty hard. I just knew it was the Hispanic man building something in that vicinity and jumped out on my car, 4 inch heels and all, to save him from my recklessness.
He was fine. It was the project he was building that was destroyed. There were cones trapped under my car along with boards, plywood, and something resembling fiberglass crushed underneath my tires. I was so relieved it wasn't the worker. All I could think is that this bank will never be done if I run over a contractor!! I apologized over and over again even though I don't think he understood me. Then he and Dan had to direct me off the curb in a way that would not further damage the underside of my car. Thank goodness I drive an SUV and not a car. Did I mention that while all this is happening the staff of the RV was looking out the teller windows laughing? Yes, they were. By the time I returned to my office, Theresa was rolling on the floor laughing hysterically with the phone on her ear. Thanks to the staff watching....I believe this is the only time I've seen Theresa cry without Dan being the cause. The tellers said that as soon as I drove away the laborer started throwing the debris and cursing me in Spanish. Poor little fellow. He hates me. I'm sure he worked on it for days and I crushed it. I feel terrible. The lease is up on my car soon. I hope no one inspects the undercarriage.
Adios, amigos!
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Granny's Gift
For the last couple weeks Granny has been telling Brian that she wants a rooster. No hens, only a rooster-for the sole purpose of crowing.
As you know, Granny lost both brothers and her husband in a span of only 16 days. She has had a terrible last couple weeks and is holding up miraculously well considering the circumstances. She is an amazingly strong woman with tons of life left to live. And she'll do it with glitter, sparkles, and freshly painted nails. For those of you that know my little Ken, you know that Granny is where Ken inherited her flamboyant, feisty, colorfulness from. Granny and Ken love everything that's flashy.
So yesterday after lunch Brian, Ken, Kam, Lori, and I hopped in the car to purchase a rooster. Union Grove is the community in which the poultry came from. He is huge. I've never seen such big chicken feet. Ken, who's never seen a chicken close up, wasn't scared at all. She "took the bull by the horns" so to speak and held the "little" fellow all the way home. He growled and stood up a few times but was a surprisingly well behaved passenger---and best of all, he didn't potty in my car. Lori got the "eye" from the rooster all the way home and was a tad concerned that he was plotting against her, but all was well. This isn't a great photo, so I'll take more over the weekend. I still need to post calf pictures.
Total farm count to date:
2 Horses, 2 more on the way (Comet and Abbi)
2 Nubian Goats, possibly 1 or 2 more on the way (Nanny Taylor, Bernie Mac)
1 Pygmy Goat (Ike)
1 Angora Goat (Monte)
1 Little black sheep (Wooly)
3 Brangus Calves (W.H., Jezabel, and Precious)
1 Crowing Rooster (Pretty Boy)
*********Update***********
I spoke to Granny this morning and she is hanging in there. She was so excited that "Pretty Boy"---her rooster--- Crowed!!!! She couldn't hear him even with her hearing aid on, so raised the kitchen window. She is so proud of him!
As you know, Granny lost both brothers and her husband in a span of only 16 days. She has had a terrible last couple weeks and is holding up miraculously well considering the circumstances. She is an amazingly strong woman with tons of life left to live. And she'll do it with glitter, sparkles, and freshly painted nails. For those of you that know my little Ken, you know that Granny is where Ken inherited her flamboyant, feisty, colorfulness from. Granny and Ken love everything that's flashy.
So yesterday after lunch Brian, Ken, Kam, Lori, and I hopped in the car to purchase a rooster. Union Grove is the community in which the poultry came from. He is huge. I've never seen such big chicken feet. Ken, who's never seen a chicken close up, wasn't scared at all. She "took the bull by the horns" so to speak and held the "little" fellow all the way home. He growled and stood up a few times but was a surprisingly well behaved passenger---and best of all, he didn't potty in my car. Lori got the "eye" from the rooster all the way home and was a tad concerned that he was plotting against her, but all was well. This isn't a great photo, so I'll take more over the weekend. I still need to post calf pictures.
Total farm count to date:
2 Horses, 2 more on the way (Comet and Abbi)
2 Nubian Goats, possibly 1 or 2 more on the way (Nanny Taylor, Bernie Mac)
1 Pygmy Goat (Ike)
1 Angora Goat (Monte)
1 Little black sheep (Wooly)
3 Brangus Calves (W.H., Jezabel, and Precious)
1 Crowing Rooster (Pretty Boy)
*********Update***********
I spoke to Granny this morning and she is hanging in there. She was so excited that "Pretty Boy"---her rooster--- Crowed!!!! She couldn't hear him even with her hearing aid on, so raised the kitchen window. She is so proud of him!
PaPa Townlin
Many of you know that Brian lost his grandfather Saturday morning. Brian grew up across the street from him and spent all his time there growing up; building fence, mowing, whatever PaPa needed help with, Brian was there. Actually, Brian still does the mowing and this is where all our animals live, so Brian and the girls go there everyday to feed and see PaPa and Granny. When we got our little goat, Coffee, PaPa had Kam bring it in the house. He was too weak to go outside himself, but didn't want to miss out! Below is the photo of PaPa when Kam brought Coffee inside. Of course Granny was not pleased about bringing he goat inside, but it was for a worthwhile cause.
PaPa loved to see what Brian would bring home next. Saturday before PaPa passed, Brian bought 3 calves. PaPa was excited about them as well. When he woke up Saturday morning he told Sissy (Brian's mom) "I wish I had told Brian to get 3 calves instead of 2." Would you believe that Brian bought 3 without knowing PaPa said that?
On the weekends when we go over to ride the horses, we'd ride right up to PaPa's window and Granny would stand him up so he could see them. He loved having life at his house. He had horses when he was a young man. Brian said that when PaPa was "courting" Granny 65 years ago, that he'd ride his horse over to see her and sleep on the horse on the way back home. The horse knew the way home, apparently. Before PaPa got too weak, he'd walk to the kitchen window to look out at the goats. He just smiled. PaPa always smiled. He loved our children. The 5 great-grandchildren from our bunch were crazy about PaPa.
Kam had a hard time when she walked up to say Good Bye to him. I don't think she realized how final it was until then. Ken misses him, but is excited that PaPa gets to live in Heaven with Baby Jesus.
PaPa loved to see what Brian would bring home next. Saturday before PaPa passed, Brian bought 3 calves. PaPa was excited about them as well. When he woke up Saturday morning he told Sissy (Brian's mom) "I wish I had told Brian to get 3 calves instead of 2." Would you believe that Brian bought 3 without knowing PaPa said that?
On the weekends when we go over to ride the horses, we'd ride right up to PaPa's window and Granny would stand him up so he could see them. He loved having life at his house. He had horses when he was a young man. Brian said that when PaPa was "courting" Granny 65 years ago, that he'd ride his horse over to see her and sleep on the horse on the way back home. The horse knew the way home, apparently. Before PaPa got too weak, he'd walk to the kitchen window to look out at the goats. He just smiled. PaPa always smiled. He loved our children. The 5 great-grandchildren from our bunch were crazy about PaPa.
Kam had a hard time when she walked up to say Good Bye to him. I don't think she realized how final it was until then. Ken misses him, but is excited that PaPa gets to live in Heaven with Baby Jesus.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Superstitions
Have you ever heard that if a black cat runs across the street in front of you that you'll have bad luck? I've never believed in silly superstitions like that, until last night.
BT and Kam went to Pittsburgh to the livestock auction after work yesterday so it was just me and Ken. We stopped on the way home at Tele's for bean and cheese nachos and had a picnic in the living room floor. After that, we took Pop and Sissy some roast, potatoes, and carrots I planned on taking to Granny and Papa. On the way back, a black cat crossed our path.
When we got home, I started Ken's bath. It was ice cold. So, she put on her PJ's without a bath until I could figure out what the problem was...
I went all over the house turning on hot water faucets, and sure enough, no hot water. Lovely. I fiddled with the switch in the silver box thing labeled "Hot Water Heater" and tapped on the heater to see if I could hear any life inside, to no avail. I called BT to get advice and all I could hear in the background were the sounds of hillbillies rummaging thru Roy Hall's single axle-ford conversion trailer and the auctioneer trying to milk all he could for it's contents. So I heated water on the stove and cleaned Ken up. I though I could wash my hair with cold water, after all, it makes it shinier, but oh no!! My scalp froze. I heated myself some water and washed my hair in the kitchen sink and put Ken to bed. I sat down to watch my Tivo'd Rock of Love Bus for a few minutes until BT and Kam got home. They had a great time but didn't make any purchases. I sent Kam to put on her PJ's and brush her teeth and told her I'd wash her up with the water I heated for her. By the time she came back from her room, she was covered in a mysterious rash. I asked her what did you eat? What did you drink? Did you touch any fertilizer at the barn? Did you use any new lotion? Did I give you new soap? Don't scratch it!! Was the Dr Pepper sealed when you opened it? I've managed to dodge chicken pox my entire life, so every little bump makes me hysterical.
I stripped her down and put calomine lotion all over her. I had to give her Claritin since I took all the benedryl. Oops.
All because the black cat crossed my path.
In the mean time, fortunately, BT managed to fix the hot water heater. It turns out there is a "Reset" button under a metal panel on the heater. Who knew? Good thing I have BT to take care of things like this. I would have either purchased a new one or electrocuted myself trying to fix it.
Kam went to bed and woke up this morning with only a couple little spots. No whelps or sores, just little red patches....She took a hot bath and another dose of Claritin and went off to school.
So, if a black cat should cross your path, be prepared....this superstition, as of last night, is more than just a myth.
BT and Kam went to Pittsburgh to the livestock auction after work yesterday so it was just me and Ken. We stopped on the way home at Tele's for bean and cheese nachos and had a picnic in the living room floor. After that, we took Pop and Sissy some roast, potatoes, and carrots I planned on taking to Granny and Papa. On the way back, a black cat crossed our path.
When we got home, I started Ken's bath. It was ice cold. So, she put on her PJ's without a bath until I could figure out what the problem was...
I went all over the house turning on hot water faucets, and sure enough, no hot water. Lovely. I fiddled with the switch in the silver box thing labeled "Hot Water Heater" and tapped on the heater to see if I could hear any life inside, to no avail. I called BT to get advice and all I could hear in the background were the sounds of hillbillies rummaging thru Roy Hall's single axle-ford conversion trailer and the auctioneer trying to milk all he could for it's contents. So I heated water on the stove and cleaned Ken up. I though I could wash my hair with cold water, after all, it makes it shinier, but oh no!! My scalp froze. I heated myself some water and washed my hair in the kitchen sink and put Ken to bed. I sat down to watch my Tivo'd Rock of Love Bus for a few minutes until BT and Kam got home. They had a great time but didn't make any purchases. I sent Kam to put on her PJ's and brush her teeth and told her I'd wash her up with the water I heated for her. By the time she came back from her room, she was covered in a mysterious rash. I asked her what did you eat? What did you drink? Did you touch any fertilizer at the barn? Did you use any new lotion? Did I give you new soap? Don't scratch it!! Was the Dr Pepper sealed when you opened it? I've managed to dodge chicken pox my entire life, so every little bump makes me hysterical.
I stripped her down and put calomine lotion all over her. I had to give her Claritin since I took all the benedryl. Oops.
All because the black cat crossed my path.
In the mean time, fortunately, BT managed to fix the hot water heater. It turns out there is a "Reset" button under a metal panel on the heater. Who knew? Good thing I have BT to take care of things like this. I would have either purchased a new one or electrocuted myself trying to fix it.
Kam went to bed and woke up this morning with only a couple little spots. No whelps or sores, just little red patches....She took a hot bath and another dose of Claritin and went off to school.
So, if a black cat should cross your path, be prepared....this superstition, as of last night, is more than just a myth.
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