Wrinkles and Dimples

We have a fridge in our basement.
Just an extra.
Just in case.

We went apple picking in the fall.
And picked bags and bags of apples.
With the intention of baking many pies.

My hubby bakes apple pies.
Yes, really.
He baked 5.

I opened the fridge the other day and found approximately 100 apples that looked like this.

Some were mushy. Some were brown. But most looked like this.
When I looked at them closely, a few thoughts entered my mind.

They look like my thighs.
I wonder if this is how my skin will look in about 30/40 years.

And then I filled up a bin and took them to our compost.

The End.

Randomness

Another week of my random ramblings. Shall we get started?


*So Ricky Martin finally came out of the closet .

I bet I wasn't the only person thinking "Holy crap, another good looking guy is off the market for females." I bet I also wasn't the only one thinking "It's about friggin time!"

*Dear Children. You eat too much. Mom and Dad are pretty close to sending you off to get a job so you can help pay for groceries.

*Cancer sucks

*When I saw this picture, I threw up a little bit in my mouth. Ew. {photo courtesy of TMZ}

*A conversation with my son.
"You know that calendar that Grandpa had before he went to Heaven?"
"The naked lady calendar?"
"Yes"
"What about it?"
"Dad said I get to keep it"
"Umm....Mom (that's me) says you can't keep it. You are too young to be looking at pictures like that."
"No I am not. Perhaps....I have seen the pictures alot and I like them."
"Well, you need to find something else to look at."
"Ok. Until Dad gives me the calendar."


*Dear Husband. No way. Uh uh. I sure hope you were joking or our son is trying to fool me. The calendar can find a different home...no where near our 8 year old son.

*Anyone notice that Pamela Anderson never wears her hair up pulled away from her face??

* I bet Tiger Woods is thankful that Jesse James is getting all of the attention.

* I am. I was kinda tired of hearing about him anyways.

McFatty Momma/Monday

It is Monday. The beginning of a very crappy, devastating week in the life of Mommas family.

But I am going to muster up the energy to write a McFatty post, just because I love all of you.

Please let me ask if you will pray for a miracle for a family member who received horrible news over the weekend.

Please.

I don't ask for much.

{except chocolate}

But this time I am desperate.

More information to come when I am able to write more without getting emotional.

Annnyways...............

I have lost 21 pounds. 30 inches.
And seem to be stuck.
My body seems to like my current weight and prefers I stay this way.

But I don't want to.
I have 9 pounds to go dang it.

Over the last few days I have realized that I am an emotional eater. When I am sad, I want to eat everything I see. When I am angry, I want to eat everything I see in the stores.

And I am fighting my urges. Practically biting my tongue to keep my mouth shut!

Sad huh?

But I am terrified that I will lose the battle in this time of emotional weakness.


So along with my request to pray hard, I also have to ask how you fight the urges to stuff your face full of fatty foods when you are going through difficult times.

When your weight plateaus, how do you fight your way to lose those last few pounds.....especially during a time when the last thing you want to do is exercise.

I am struggling people.

Help Momma out.


*Go check out McSkinny aka Blair to see how much progress she has made.

I Love my Old{er} Child!

Have you ever heard others talk about children being older than they really are?
I am the Mother to one of those....maybe two....maybe even three.

I love old{er} people. Always have....unless they had long, bushy beards, but thats another post for another time.

Old{er} people have personalities. Older people have very distinct moods. Older people say what theyre thinking even if it doesnt make sense and even if it isnt the nicest thought. Older people are set in their ways and will not change.

I like that.

Unless it is a 6 year old.

Or an 87 year old living in the body of a 6 year old.

I have one of those.

My 6 year old who I am convinced is really an 87 year old and is just fooling us with a youthful costume is "old".

He has a very strong personality. It is his way or no way....deal with it.

He has very distinct moods. Very angry and over-the-top happy.

He says exactly what he is thinking without using any sort of filter before blurting the words out. An example for you. "Mom, your butt is big."

See? No filter.

He is set in his ways and will not change no matter what you say or do. He likes to roll the bottom of his jeans up and wear floppy socks. He drowns his pancakes in syrup and likes bologna and ketchup sandwiches with the crust cut off.

My {senior} child enjoys Bluegrass music and western movies. He loves working out in the yard. He likes going to bed and getting up early. He has work pants and work boots and requested one of these. See what I mean??????

I love older people but living with them isnt the easiest.

Good thing he is cute.

Matchmaker Momma

Eep! I am so friggin excited to be co-hosting Photostory Friday with one of my favourite gals. I have stalked admired her for a long, long time and she finally noticed.

Ok, I paid her.

Thanks Cecily for this honour. *wet kisses and hugs*

Mr. Woods, I would like to introduce you to someone who has alot of the same interests and hobbies as yourself. I believe you two will get along wonderifically and have endless topics to discuss.
The similarities may not look obvious when you first meet this person, but once you get talking, you will quickly realize that you are more alike than many other human beings.
I believe that you two can be the best of friends. Confidantes. Buddies. I believe that the two of you deserve each other and should move to a deserted island all by yourselves and live your lives out together away from others.
If you can manage to be without many of the luxuries you have enjoyed recently. It may be tough at first but I am hopeful you can survive.

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Mr. Woods, meet Mr. James.

Make sure you come back tomorrow (Friday) for a huge giveaway. There are many opportunities for you to get in many entries...because I am nice like that and love my readers immensely.

I also love the word immensely.

But anyways.

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Weaknesses

So lets get deep today.
Ugh.
I am not good with deep topics.

Weaknesses.

We all have them.
Including me.
Yes, really.

I asked my husband this question

"If you could name one of my weaknesses, what would it be?"

Then I poured myself a glass of wine and prepared myself for the answer.

"That's a difficult one. But, since you asked.
I believe it is your apparent reluctance to speak your mind and just get issues off of your chest and dealt with when they bother you. I think you waste a lot of time stewing over things that bother you that I end up fishing out of you eventually.
You asked so don't hold this against me.... but if you do, let's talk about it as soon as I get home so we can deal with it.
Love ya"


And then my response was this

"*gasp* I will be giving you the silent treatment for the next 5 3/4 days!!!!"

Hahahaha. I make myself laugh sometimes.

So, yes, I have a weakness. I do not speak my mind and let my feelings be known. I know this about myself. I know this about my whole family as we tend to be "keep it to yourself until you blow up" kind of people.

Why am I like this? Why don't I break the cycle?

I.Do.Not.Know.

Well, maybe I do know.

Because I cant.

Because it is who I am. I want everyone to be happy. I don't want to rock the boat. I doubt my own feelings and try to convince myself that I really shouldn't feel the way I do. I am a woman. I am a woman born from a family who is just like me.

I don't like being this way. I don't want to hold my feelings in. But I also don't like arguments.

I really don't like arguments.

Unless I win.

I let my feelings brew in my brain until I hate the person and then blow up like an uncontrollable mental patient.

But then I feel better.

And I like the person again.

And tell myself I was an idiot to keep it all inside.

Weird?

That's me.

I never said I was completely sane.

So tell me, is my family the only family like this and I just got lucky to be a member of the "Keep It In Till You Blow Up Club" or are there others like this?

And if you know of a cure, my husband sure would appreciate it if you let me know what to do.

Thanks muchly.

I bet MamaKat doesnt have any weaknesses.

*Have I mentioned there will be a giveaway here on Friday? Yes. Ok.

Diva

We have entered a new phase at our house.
It is called the Terrible Twos.
We have been here before....but with boys.

Our little Princess has turned into a little Diva.
Drama Queen.
When she doesn't get her way she throws things.
Or falls to the floor.

Or hits.
When she is angry, she makes this face.
And I am trying my hardest to be the parent and not let her little behaviours get to me.
But I cant help but laugh.




We are in trouble with this little girl.




And so are all of her future friends..... and enemies.


Boyfriends.


And her husband.

*Come back Friday for a huge giveaway*

Randomness

Time to share my random thoughts....again.

Sit down, stay awhile. Make yourself comfortable.

Become a follower.

Ok..that was taking it a little overboard wasn't it?

*Hubby and the boys went for a bike ride along our country roads and found a coyote stuck in a fence. A dead coyote. I smiled and thought it was better that there was one less bugger to kill peoples pets.

I am a huge animal lover. Just not when they come on to our property and eat little wiener dogs. Another story for another time.

*One of my sons finds it quite funny to come into the family room, pull down his pants and show us how his "wiener" can stand up. Not the dog, if you know what I mean.

I am thinking about moving away from home until....ummm.....2020.

*Another one of my sons thinks it is perfectly normal to pick his nose and wipe it on me.

Maybe I will move out until 2025.

*Dearest daughter has hit the terrible twos with a vengeance. The screeching, screaming, talking, singing, climbing, emptying, throwing and spilling does not stop.

Hold me.

*I get annoyed when I read blogs about how perfect the authors children are. How their lives are full of butterflies and blossoms. It is all BS if you ask me. Being a Mother myself, I am fully aware that children are disgusting, rude little creatures.

And if they aren't, then there surely must be something wrong with them.

Just sayin'.

*Living in the country isn't for me just anyone. Especially when the homeowner walks into the barn, reaches into the bunny food bag and is greeted by a few mice.

Yes I jumped.

And cursed.

And came close to pooping my pants.

* I want this. Badly.

*And this

*And I would really like it if my children would clean up their messes. But apparently that is too much to ask and it is a "Mommy's job" to clean up. Because that is what us Mommy's do. Clean, cook, chauffeur, shop, wash clothes and provide a spot for wiping snot.

Hmph.

McFatty Momma...err...I mean Monday

Ok, first I will fill you in on my progress.

20 pounds lost since January 4, 2010.
28 inches have disappeared from my body.

Where they went, I don't know, but somehow they aren't on me anymore.

But.....

I still feel fat.
And I still feel lumpy.
Ya know? Like cottage cheese lumpy.


I am starting to think that women are just born to hate their body. I think women will never be happy. Or is it just me?

I wasn't happy 20 pounds ago and I am still not satisfied even though I am considered to be at an ok weight for my height. I can fit into size 10 jeans, and size medium shirts but still feel frumpy.

Blech.

And I want some poutine.
With a Coke.
And a big honkin king size Kit Kat for dessert.
Or an entire bag of Mini Eggs.

But I haven't caved.

I AM JUST NEVER HAPPY!!!!!

{sorry, I am having a moment}

*taking a deep breath*


I feel better.

I have more energy.

I smile more.

I rock out with my Ipod on the treadmill.

And I am losing....not gaining.

So I guess I just need to be a bit more positive and celebrate my success so far...and 10 pounds from now when I am at my goal weight I need to work on toning my lumpy ass and thighs.

I wish I could tone my droopy boobs.


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Weekly Winners

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Reflection
My Life
Exploring
At the Zoo


Historic
If these walls could talk

The Joys of Boys on March Break

It is March Break here.
There has been alot of this going on this week.

Can't we all just get along????


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Thank You Very Much -Zoo Edition

Welcome to another week when Momma says a few thank yous. Because she is nice like that....or maybe not.

I consider this my therapy. Free therapy.

So instead of me paying hundreds of dollars to sit on your couch and bitch, you can sit back, nod your head and validate my feelings. For free.

Thank You.

This week I am saying many TU's to one of the largest Zoos in Canada. Brace yourselves.

*To the Zoo who refused to accept our gift certificates because they were recently expired. Thank you very much.

*To the Zoo who charged us $78 admission after denying our gift certificates, thanks alot.

*To the Zoo who charges the same price to enter even though many of the attractions do not open until the summer, thank you very much.

*To the Zoo who did not have many of the popular animals out and about for people who spent $78 to see them, I thank you.


*To the parents of rude children who pushed my children so they could see the animals, thanks alot. I appreciate your wonderful parenting skills and enjoyed watching you not teach your kids respect and courtesy.

*To the restaurants and snack bars at the Zoo, I thank you for charging $4 for a small pop.

*Thank you for making the Canadian Domain approximately 1 mile down a steep hill and only one way out. Up the 1 mile steep hill. It is ok that we had to push a stroller, carry our camera and listen to our children whine and complain while trying to find our own lungs as we made our way to the top. Really.

*Thank you for not having my kids favourite area open at all. I didn't mind that they were bummed out about it. I enjoy listening to my children whine more often than they already do. The fact that we spent $78 to see it didn't upset us at all.




*Oh yeah, and thanks for keeping the giraffes behind a 25 foot tall fence instead of in the open field where they can come right up to us. I wasn't upset about that. Not one bit.


*To the gift store at the Zoo that charged us $78 admission, thanks for charging $20 for a Webkinz that is $12 anywhere else. We understand you need the money.

*And last but not least, to the young man at Customer Service, thank you for refunding our $78 and accepting our gift certificates after all. I realize that my husband may have scared you a tad with his deep, loud very angry voice but your kindness was appreciated.

We will not be returning anytime soon.

Love Momma

An Informative Post About Milk {in a bag}. You're welcome.

Hey...did ya know....

It looks like this. 3 bags of milk sold in one bag. I am fascinated that Americans are fascinated with the things us Canadians find...well...normal. I never knew that it was only a Canadian thing until recently.

And then I posted this. The comments were very interesting.

So let me explain how the bagged milk thing works.

You purchase the milk. Bring it home. Snip off the corner and put it into a pitcher like this.
See how easy that is?
If you're lucky, you will purchase a pitcher like this that prevents spills when young children drop it on the floor. I will be buying one as soon as I track one down.
Drink up.

Now, not only is Canada a wonderful place to visit because we have Poutine and Beavertails, but we have milk in a bag.

And fabulous hockey teams.

And Tim Hortons.

And Momma.

That's me.