Phat to Fabulous!

So last night, I made it to the gym, I was so proud of myself for remembering my tennis shoes, my clothes I was good. I got the kids, rolled to the gym, start getting dressed and NO SOCKS! I think I need to take my ginkoba! At least I know I am my mother's child. I would always ask her stuff when I was younger, she wouldn't be able to remember and she would say (and often still does), "Child you know how my mind works!" Ugh I am that woman! This is where I draw the line though, if I don't next thing you know I will be wearing Christmas sweaters with Santa skiing in sunglasses. I refuse to ever be that woman!

So the workout last night was decent. I actually emailed my trainer earlier yesterday to thank him for thwarting off my would-be car thieves. I am still pissed about that and considering trying to find the person or persons to brand this:




...on their foreheads. But I am slowly regaining my cool about that, at least there was no damage to my car. I also, wanted to set up a time to meet with him to revamp my workout. I meet with him for that on Monday. I am hoping we can do something to give me a much needed boost. on top of that, I need to really start watching my food again. My little brothers and one of their roommates are coming up to visit for the next week from college down in Florida. So I have to go shopping, because I do not have enough food in my house right now to feed 3 college boys. So I need to make sure when I go to the store that I hit up the produce section and stock up on all my fruits and veggies.

No time better than the present to get back on track. I was recently informed by my husband that his car club's first car show of the season is the Lowrider Tour in Indianapolis and that is in less than a month. Nothing better to boost your a$$ back in gear than the realization that you will soon be spending a weekend in the machismo world that is car shows. I love them, but they are always so packed full of the boobs contests and the a$$ contests and they are just so testosterone injected sometimes it can get nauseating. Fortunately, I love the cars, and that $hit doesn't bother me too much otherwise, if I was just your average broad I would probably get my panties in a bunch over all of that stuff. I always have to laugh at the guys in his club who bring their girlfriends or wives to the shows and they get so upset when his eyes look in any direction other than in their direction. Its like don't you warn your girl before you get there what these shows are going to be like. I could really care less when it comes to that stuff if my husband wants to look, let him look. He's married, not dead. Now if he touches, well that's another story, I'd have to cut his a$$ and he knows that. :) But looking, who cares! You get these guys that bring their wives and girlfriends and as soon as the guy goes off to video tape the wet t-shirt contest her entire day is just ruined and she is a b!tch for the rest of the weekend. Get over yourself girl!

I told you so...
On American Idol last night, I called 'em. Brenna, Heather and Crooner boy (you are so annoying I don't even know your name) I say to you all....*singing* hit the road jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more! Sway, I had a feeling about, even though I like him, his performance this week sucked. He will survive, he's already had one record deal, I am sure he, if not he and his band can get another deal.

I am out of here peeps, headed to Chuck E. Cheese for my friend Mel's birthday party. No, I don't hand out with 7 year olds, she's turning 28 and knows of no better place to get beer, play skee ball and trip little kids. Ok, well she didn't want to trip little kids, I added that for myself. I have allergies to that place!

Enjoy your weekend, everyone. I'm out! Holla at ya' girl!

Today's Quote:

Everything slows down with age, except the time it takes cake and ice cream to reach your hips.