Hump Day Confessional 6/12/13

So, I am sure most of you know, the reason for my lack of posts lately is because of "the move".  I say "the move" like that because I hear it with dramatic, scary music in the background.   So, I will start with the good:
I love, love, LOVE our new house....but the building process was like birthin' a baby.  I was on a total and complete emotional rollercoaster for 6 months.  But the end result?  LOVE IT!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I pretty much want to make out with my front door!!

 

 

 

I love, love, LOVE my new kitchen!

I also want to make out with the AMAZING hardwood floors!

But "the move"....OHHH "the move".  I thought it would be so much easier since we were only moving 3 miles up the road, and we would have 2 weeks from close until the end of our lease.  I thought we would be able to take our time and it would be a easy.  HAH!  It all started when our movers double booked, so they were only able to get the truck loaded (with the big stuff), then go do their other jobs, then come back at 6:00pm and unload, then go back and grab the rest of the stuff we couldn't get by ourselves.  This left an ass-load of stuff that I was moving by myself for a week after I dropped the kids off at school and before I picked them up.  Then I spent a week deep cleaning the old house.  UGH!  Moving a six-person household is not for the faint of heart. Now, I am in unpacking hell.  I say unpacking hell because the packing ended up being so disorganized, the unpacking is taking FOREVER! 

So, onto confessions:

~I have been eating every meal outside on our back patio.  There is nothing like listening to the birds chirping while enjoying some coffee in the morning.  Now dinner on the other hand...not so relaxing, lol!  We haven't purchased our new outdoor table yet, so there are 6 of us in camp chairs squeezed around a cheap IKEA outdoor table while listening to the the remains of construction and the construction workers.  Nothing like the sounds of Mariachi music with an entire crew singing along, interrupted by the POW, POW, POW of the nail gun.  Ahhh, good times!

~My sweet blue-eyed baby graduated from Kindergarten this year.  I could go on and on about how time flies and it seemed like yesterday that I was teaching him how to walk.  While I do feel all those things, I am most struck by how bad I sucked as a mom at the end of the school year this year.  Going back to the whole "moving" situation, I was lucky to have been able to find clean clothes (mostly) to put on him and me for graduation.  Ignore the fact that he went weeks without me signing his homework folder, reading aloud, packing his lunch (don't worry, he bought it at the cafeteria), NOT showing up to volunteer when I was supposed to, showing up in carpool lane looking like a crazy woman and smelling like a goat, and showing up to his graduation with no balloons and prizes and sporting 3 inch roots. 

~I coached my daughters Volleyball team this season...the Hulkettes.  At first I was petrified to do it because (1) these wee ladies pack a powerful punch.  In 6th grade, they are jump serving and basically kicking the ass of anyone I played Volleyball with in school.  I mean, what could I teach them?!  (2)  I didn't want to be the fat coach whom the parents looked at and thought "what the hell is she having my kid do that she can't do herself" (3) Middle school girl drama makes me want to hurl.
However, all that fear and trepidation was for NOTHING!  We had a fabulous time and only lost 2 games for the season.  The girls and parents were AMAZING and we definitely had the most FUN of any team in the league, hence the green tongues and the GRRR face for our team pic.

~I made quilts for my nieces whom are stationed in Germany.  It is the closest I have been able to give them a hug.  The above picture is the WONDERFUL housewarming present by brother and sister-in-law sent to us from an artist in Germany.  Funny thing is, it says "Welcome to our Home", but "Rouse" (our last name) basically means "get the hell out".
OH, the confession part of this is how sucky I am at going to the post office.  I started these quilts back in November...it took me until April to finish them...then, not until "the move" did I actually get my sorry ass to the post office.

Quilt for my new baby niece Harper <3

Quilt for my 8 year old niece Maddy, who loves Monster High and peace signs.

~Last but not least, I confess, that I feel like I have been eating like a ROCKSTAR the last few weeks (well, not the bloated, drunk, druggy type rock star)  Lots and lots of grilled meat, veggies, and salads.  Absolutely NO ice cream...yay!

Honey Lime Tilapia with Orange Cashew Rice

Hubs made homemade Beef Jerky

Cheater Migas with mushrooms

mmmm.....steak....

Oh well, yeah.  National Donut Day sucked me in.  But I only ate my 1 free donut, so yay for that :)

So, how have you all been??

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Good morning!
So, I have a confessional for you today that is also me thinking out loud...sometimes that is just what I need to do to process.

~  First off, some exciting news that has been taking up SO much time for me lately.  We are building a house!  We began looking at builders and neighborhoods a few months after we moved to Austin.  It took us a long time, but after seeing EVERYTHING in the 20 miles radius we wanted to be in, we made our choice and put a contract in November.  They broke ground in January and poured a foundation...then it seemed to stall a bit.  Now they have gone CRAZY and in a matter of a week, the house is almost framed!  This is such an emotional roller coaster, lol!  I feel like I am birthing a baby.  I see hiccups along the way and get totally freaked out, then see they got the issues fixed and feel silly for freaking out in the first place.  And yes, I am totally stalking the place.  I am out at the site at least 3 times a day.  We are set to close the beginning of May, which isn't as far off as it sounds.  I will just be SO happy to be settled....this will be our 4th move in less than 4 years, but thankfully, it should be our last for at least 20.
Here is where we were at as of Monday:

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front pic

~I loathe the PTA.  Seriously, the PTA women make me bat-shit crazy.  I am VERY anti-fundraising.  I do not allow my children to go door to door asking for money.  I will not allow them to call friends and family and ask them to buy stupid-ass stuff so they can "win" a light-up bouncy ball.  The PTA fundraising EVERY FREAKING MONTH makes me want to stab my eyes out.  I know they say it is so important and all the money is going to such worth while causes, but come on!  Enough already.   Plus, they have no wine at the meetings.  And come on, if they are forcing us to sit in tables and chairs 20 sizes too small listening to the masterminds figure out how they are going to make everyone else do all the grunt work, the least they can do is provide wine.

~This year is my 20th high school reunion.  I am not even sure how that is remotely possible.  Didn't I just get out of college??  I mean, sure I have the kids, gray hair, and wrinkles to prove otherwise, but really?!  I am not even sure how that happened.  I was all gung-ho about going back to Colorado to attend this summer, but now I am re-thinking.  I mean, in my class of a whopping 32 people, most of them are on my Facebook so I know what they look like and what they are doing.  Besides, I am pretty sure most of them are PTA Mamas.

~I change my hair color a LOT.  The hubs loves it (I think) because he gets to sleep with a blond, brunette, and red-head all in one year.  Currently, I went red with blond streaks.  But now, I think I am itching to go dark or maybe ombre-ish.  Anyway, here is what it looks like now.


Me and the Hubs

~For the 2nd year in a row, after cutting sugars out so severely, I have got sick as a dog.  Not the detox kind of sick, but my immune system crashes and I am sick-sick-sick.  Being an intuitive person, something about this isn't right for me.  While I know and believe processed sugars are bad and sugars are hidden in everything, I don't know if I can get on board with the fruit being too much sugar and too much of certain veggies are too much sugar thing.  Fruit juice, yes.  Whole fruit, no.  I am re-thinking, re-examining, and re-tooling what I am doing.  I know I feel better without grains and processed sugars, but I think I may try doing clean-eating and paleo-ish for a while.  I get so frustrated when I feel like I am being deprived when what I want is a freaking apple.   I want to eat whole food, fresh food, healthy food.  And if that involves a banana in my smoothie, then so be it.  I have learned a TON from BFC/Paleo/Low Carb groups that I completely plan on integrating into my eating plan, so I am really thankful for that.

~I have not weighed in since my second re-duex week.  I tend to get all obsessive and critical when I weigh in every week.  I am going to take a break from the scale and weigh in once a month.  I think a body (especially a womans body) is in such continual flux, you can't get a true picture everyday or every week as to what is going on.  Now I know I have regained some of that initial false belly fat loss, but I just feel better knowing that these are changes I can truly live with for the rest of my life.

So, that is all I have for now :)
I hope you are all having a super fabulous week so far!
MUCH love - xoxo

NOT a Hump Day Confessional

So, I had planned on doing a Hump-Day Confessional on Wednesday....unfortunately, I was in 3rd day detox headache GRR! mode.  Yes, you read that right.  I am back on the wagon.  I kept putting it off, thinking of more and more dishes and treats I wanted to have before I jumped back in.  Then, I had a friend from college issue a "Biggest Loser" 12 week challenge and while I was hmm-ing and hawww-ing at the thought of starting something so soon and all the things I still had in the freezer and pantry...all the Christmas candy treats I still hadn't eaten, I knew it was time. There is never going to be a "right time".  There is always going to be some holiday, some event, some excuse why I couldn't start. 
Funny thing is, whenever I would eat one of those dishes or treats that I was stalling over, it was never as good as I remembered it being.  Honestly, that is what I have kept/keep reminding myself of this week when the craving for a cookie, some cake, or some carb-heavy food strikes.

I do have two things to confess today:
~I did gain all the weight back that I had previously lost.  So here I go again, staring over from square one.  When I logged back onto myfitnesspal and saw my old stats, it hit me....if I had only stayed on track, I would be well at my goal weight by now....wearing cute clothes and not dodging pictures at Christmas.
~I am petrified this time.  Last year, I was filled with resolve and determination.  Then the excuses came.  Then the out of control spiral came.  My sister lost a large amount of weight about 5 years ago.  Then she gained it back.  I could never understand how she could have let that happen.   I am scared to death to be one of those people who loses 50-100 pounds only to gain it back.

This week was filled with some pretty terrible headaches, crabby moments, and cravings.  But I got through them.   

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(((tap, tap, tap)))....is this thing on?
It has been a long time friends...a very long time.  I took an unexpected, extended sabbatical this summer.  After packing and moving cross country, staying in a hotel with 3 kids for a month, subsequent unpacking, birthday celebration month combined with back-to-school craziness....I just couldn't do anything more.
But, here I am...back with a confessional!

~ For my birthday last week, I went kayaking.  I have never been before.  I never thought that would be something I could/should do until I lost weight.  I mean, would I look like...a big gal on a tiny kayak.  Could I even get on and balance?  What would people think when they saw me?  What if I got out there and didn't have the strength to get back?  Guess what?  I DID IT!  I threw all of my concerns to the wind and DID IT!  I am tired of waiting for the "as soon as I...." excuse to start living my life.  I LOVED IT!  It is something I fully intend on doing again and again. 

~ I have some serious carpool lane rage.  Seeing that I am in carpool lane for about 2 hours a day, I get to observe MUCH jackass behavior.  It is a carpool lane, not a parking lot people!  It is NOT ok for you to race and cut in front of the whole lane just because someone isn't moving up as fast as you see fit.  I see red...seriously...why do you think YOU are so much more important than the hundreds of other people trying to pick-up or drop off their kidlets?!?!  AGHH!

~ For the first time in 11 years, I am alone during the day.  This has been a MUCH harder transition than I ever thought.  I know there are some Mom's who relish the day that they actually get some time to themselves.  However, at this moment I find that I am the Mom wandering around Super Target,  going oh so slowly, murmuring to myself with employees asking every 5 minutes if I need help finding something.  My oldest baby started middle school and my youngest baby started full day kindergarten.  (((sigh)))  It has hit me HARD how quickly time goes.

~ I have taken up watching re-runs of Beverly Hills 90210 during the day.

~ And, for the biggest confession...I have completely and totally fallen off the wagon.  I have spent the entire summer eating whatever I want.  I haven't stepped on a scale to see the damage, but just based on the tightness of shorts, I would say I am back where I started.  BLAH!  I know I need to get back on it, but I have a bad case of the "I'll start tomorrows"...

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I confess...I will be driving to Austin with 3 kids, a cat, and my mother.  The cat scares me the most.  I have never traveled cross-country with a cat.  Any hints or advice would be greatly appreciated.  The second most scary thing is driving with my mom....she can be like adding another child to the mix...between texting her boyfriend and showing off her new-found dance moves, I may have to drink heavily at night.

I confess...While repacking some boxes in the garage this weekend, I found my old journal from college.  Oh.  My.  Hell.  I was a twit.  Like a majorly boy-crazed, self absorbed, drama queen type-twit.  I am so embarrassed for myself that I was ever like this.  I should have burned it...then buried it...then poured a cement basketball court over top.  But I didn't.  I repacked it.  Bridges of Madison County it isn't....I pity my children for having to find this hideousness one day.

I confess...I am a certified hypnotist.

I confess...In my early 20's, I went  skinny dipping in a lake and woke up the next morning with a rare strain of strep that eventually had to be cut out.  Not flesh eating, but too diseased to heal.  I should be thankful it was just my tonsils and not my lady-bits.

I confess...I want to learn how to do glass-blowing.  Dale Chihuly is my favorite artist...going to see his exhibit at the Bellagio is Las Vegas literally made me weep.  Know what?!  I switched my Groupon city to Austin and one of the first deals to come through was glass-blowing classes!  Ahhh...more signs!

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I confess...My Mom is dating.  It is weird.  At least she hasn't asked me if condoms come in different sizes.

I confess...I used to have a pet duck named Quackers.  He was leash trained.  I hatched him in an incubator.  He was eaten by a fox.  The end.

I confess...I can sing.  While I have sung in front of thousands of people doing PR for my college, I have never had the desire to sing professionally.  I love to sing loud and proud....unless it is in front of my husband or family (except my kiddos)...then I have SERIOUS stage fright.  This bugs my husband to no end. 

I confess...I have an irrational fear of serial killers.  Sure, they are something to be scared of, but they seriously FREAK me out!  Though I am pretty sure there hasn't been a serial killer that has targeted overweight suburban stay at home mamas....(((shudder)))

I confess...I somehow tweaked my lower back/sciatic last week and have been a total slug since.  I have been to the massage therapist and chiropractor, I have applied ice and heat, I have been taking Advil like it was candy and applying Bengay like it was going out of style.  I am not nearly as far on my packing as I should be.  I am getting so very frustrated.  Ever since I started doing the BFC, I have either been sick or hurting, which is definitely NOT the norm for me.  I have been in bed more the last 2 1/2 months than I have the last 5 years combined.  I am not sure what to make of it.  I have relaxed the reigns on my eating.  My head is not there right now. 

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I thought I would kick off this week sharing another live-stock fiasco...I have lots of those up my sleeve, lol!

I confess...When I was 15, I was riding in the car with my Mom.  It was a black night on a black road in the country.  We hit a black cow.  Hard.  It was like hitting a freaking brick wall going 55 mph.   It rolled up into the windshield, exploding it all over us.  Once I got out of the car, the cow started chasing me.  Let me just repeat that....The cow.  Was.  Freaking.  Chasing.  Me.  It wasn't dead, and it was pissed.  You can only imagine the cow jokes I had to endure for the remainder of my high school life.

I confess...The night we got into the cow accident, we were driving to my Mom's bakery.  My Mom owned the small town bakery, the Sweet Shop.  The decor was disgustingly pink, pink, and more pink.  I literally was the girl who had to get up and "Make the donuts".  I hated that job.  I think that is why I LOVE sleeping in and napping now.  Way too many early mornings in my childhood. 

I confess...I was a band geek.  Complete with 8 years of band camp (camper then counselor),  and flute playing, lol!  I played through college, but sold my instruments after.  I never thought that I would want to play again once I didn't have an audience to play for.  I was wrong.  I intend to get another instrument and play again once we get moved...of course, it has been 15 years, so we will see if I can still play.

I confess...I can't draw...at all.  Even my stick people look wonky.  It is a talent I desperately want though.  If I could draw, I would totally become a tattoo artist!

I confess...I look at the clock everyday at 11:11. 

Well, that's it for me this week  ;) 

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Happy Hump-Day!  I hope you are all having a great week so far.  I have been purging and packing this week...bleck!  What have you been up to? 
Allrighty, let's get this thing started!

I confess...I am SO excited for the Hunger Games to come out this weekend.  I read the series over Christmas/New Years and loved it.  Yes, I am just like a teenage girl, lol!  Give me some good  Y.A. reads and I am a happy gal...Twilight, Happy Potter, Hunger Games....good stuff. 

I confess...I have a cookbook addiction.  Cookbooks, cooking magazines, food blogs...oh yeah baby!  It is part of the reason I started my food blog...so I could share the amazing recipes I was finding.  Cookbooks and recipes are my porn. 

I confess...When I was 12 years old, I was bit by a horse.  We used to have these white turkeys that would try to eat the horse grain from the troth.  It was an unfortunate decision that I wore a white t-shirt one day to go feed the horses.  Our stud horse, Mr. Twister, apparently thought I was a turkey and picked me up by the back, shook me, and threw me through the fence.  I still have a giant horse-mouth scar on my back.  Though I was an avid, fearless rider my entire life prior to that point, I never really rode a horse after that.  When we get moved to Texas, I want to get back on a horse and ride.  The thought scares the bejesus out of me!

I confess...I grew up in an itty-bitty small town in Eastern Colorado.    So small that my graduating class had 32 people in it.  So small that I was part of the "Dirty Dozen" ...a group of kids that started Kindergarten and graduated together.  So small that you never really dated anyone new, you just took your turn.  So small, we didn't (and don't) have a stoplight.

I confess...I HATE thunderstorms!  Growing up in the fore-mentioned small town in Eastern Colorado, we had BIG thunderstorms and ran the risk of tornadoes.  My mom was somewhat of a freak when the storms would come...she would run through the house opening the windows saying the house could blow up if there was a tornado.  To this day, whenever there is a thunderstorm, I think a tornado is coming.  Know what I hate worse?  Thunderstorms in the middle of the night.  The lightning is SO much brighter, the thunder SO much louder.  I think in the 2 1/2 years I have been in North Carolina, I have only been in 3 day-time thunderstorms.  The rest were at night.  And by rest, I mean about 100.  I am SO happy to be moving because this is making me a jumpy spastic freak!

Allrighty, who wants to share a confession this week?

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Ahhh, Wednesday.  Another Hump-Day.  Another Confessional.  Let's get to it, shall we?

I confess...I am exhausted.  This time change has thrown me for a loop.  My body is so attuned to the sun, getting up before it is even peeking out is just EXHAUSTING.  Bleck I say...B. L. E. C. K.  Stupid Spring Forward = tired Siggy = crabby Siggy.

I confess...I love naps.  I mean, I LOVE naps.  Napping is a hobby.  Napping makes me happy.  Sadly, I do not get to nap often.  My daughter C and I still talk about the best nap EVER...I was laying on the Love-Sac (giant 4 person type of bean bag thing) in front of the fireplace..and it was cold and dark out...and my sweeet C-girl snuggled up with me and we crashed.  Best.  Nap.  EVER.  Siesta = HAPPY Siggy!   

I confess...My floors are disgusting right now.  They need to be swept, Swiffered, Vacuumed, Mopped...all of it.  With 4 kids, an old-lady Chocolate Lab, and a spooky-bratty-teenage-boy kitty, let's just say, it isn't pretty.  My floors are continually littered with hair balls, some kind of glitter, Legos and other toys, fuzzy things that I am pretty sure were part of a stuffed animal that the above-mentioned spooky-bratty-teenage-boy kitty has attacked and made his bitch, pieces of the outdoors, and yet even more more dog/cat hair...UGH!  I can't keep up!  Groddy floors = crabby Siggy.

I confess...I should be purging, cleaning, dealing with my nasty floors, and packing today.  But I think I am going to play hooky with my sweet blue-eyed boy and go play.  Maybe a picnic at the park?  Maybe a walk around the lake?  Playing hooky to play = HAPPY Siggy!

I confess...I am getting slightly stressed about finding a house in Austin.  We have found two houses that we were super interested in only to find out they won't work for us.  We are moving in 45-ish days and I still don't have an address...EEK!  I am like a Super-Virgo and am somewhat of a control freak, so this is hard for me....to go with the flow...to trust that things will work out.  Not knowing everything at the moment = stress = Crabby Siggy.

That's all I've got for you today!
Come on...cleanse the soul...what do you have to confess today?
 

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I have to admit, I am LOVING the Hump-Day Confessionals!  I love sharing bits-o-me and LOVED hearing your confessional as well!  So, come on, join the fun and confess some fun/serious/quirky/scary/fabulous things about yourself!

I confess...We are moving in less than 60 days.  Our adventure in Raleigh has come to a close and I honestly could not be happier about it.  I really did not like it here.  I never really plugged in here.  We opened ourselves up to where we should move next.  We have been beaten about the head with signs that we should move to Austin. 

I confess...I believe in signs with all my soul. 

I confess...I have about 4 loads of laundry folded on my dining room table waiting to be put away.  It has been there for 2 days.

I confess...My.  Ears.  Are.  Still.  Freaking.  Plugged.  I am so over it.

I confess...I was so very sad to tell my daughter's teacher yesterday that we were moving.  She was the ONE person I dreaded telling.  I will never be able to find the words to tell her how very much she has meant to us.    I think she should just move to Austin too!

Your turn!

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So, my friend Ashley started doing a "Monday Confessional" on her blog and I absolutely LOVE it, so I am totally stealing the idea!  I think it is a great way to get to know me a bit more.  Some will be serious, some fun, some probably a little TMI....but it is all the glory of me, lol!
Hold on tight cause here we go!!!

1. I confess....I love to make up songs.  Songs about nothing...songs about whatever I am doing at the moment...songs about what I am trying to make my kiddos do.  Sometimes I will be in the middle of a of a conversation, and I will just finish it in song.  All I need to do is add-in some swanky dance moves and jazz hands and I would  be a freaking walking musical.  My poor children.
2. I confess...At this moment, I have approximately 7 pairs of underware dangling off my bedroom ceiling fan.  I am not even sure how it happened.  Maybe some sort of leap-year gag?  Perhaps an underware gnome thought it would be HI-larious to see the look-o-shock on my face last night when I went to bed.  But I was a smooth operator.  I just looked, shook my head, and walked out.  HA!  I will show them.
3. I confess...I am honestly starting to get freaked out that my ear is going to stay plugged forever.  Have you ever gotten sick for so long you start to forget what it was like to feel well?  That is how I feel. 
4. I confess...I really, REALLY want a French Bulldog.  Like, really bad.  I want to get a girl and name it something obnoxiously French-like.  Maybe Coco or Odette or Eloise or Esme. 
5. I confess....I returned $85 dollars worth of groceries to Trader Joe's this week.  I cleaned out my pantry to rid it of all the stuff we are not eating anymore.  At first, I was going to throw it out or perhaps donate it.  Then I remembered that Trader Joe's has an AWESOME return policy.  So I called them and explained we aren't eating sugar or higher carb items and could I return 3 bags of groceries from my pantry.  They said yes, so I did.  I still felt chumpy about it though, so I drove to the one on the other end of  town so I wouldn't be known as the "crazy lady who returned a pantry load of food" when I go in to the one by the house.

So, come on...join in the fun...what do you have to confess today?