Pickle said.....

"Mommy, these grapes are DELICIOUS....did you get them in Denver?"

4 month summary....

Wow, not sure where the last 4 months went.  I'll try and catch up as much as possible.

I have been over my head in starting my photography business.  It's going great but it's busier then predicted.  It's one of those things that will have it's peaks and valleys.  I LoVe it!!

I also started selling thirty-one.  It was something I signed up for to personally get stuff.  I had a booming 3 months and now can maintenance it from here.

We took our house off the market, couldn't stand to pay someone to move into my beautiful home.  Big D is doing a lot of traveling but it's kinda nice at times.  It's a love hate relationship with his travel schedule.  Most time I enjoy having yogurt for diner but then I also miss him being around.  At least when he travels I know he won't be coming home vs. waiting and waiting and him getting home much later then expected.

My sister, from Switzerland came to visit in October.  It was her first time coming alone, leaving her teen girls at home.  I thought I could finally get her all to myself then realize I had to share her with Pickle and Peanut.  It was a fast week but always fun.  My Mom also joined us.  Things can get spicy when we are all together.

We took a family vacation to Las Vegas and Phoenix to visit family over Thanksgiving.  It made my family seem so normal.

We have a ton of family coming for Christmas.  My Mom and husband are coming.  And my other sister will be paying us a visit as well.  Now that will be even more spicier!  And then my Dad's side of the family will be coming for Christmas day.  I've always wanted a full house for Christmas now I'll get it.  I can't wait.

Pickle, Pickle, Pickle....she is 3 going on 13!  She amazes me everyday.  She is now a little girl and constantly cracks me up.  She says the funniest things.  She's into coloring, writing her name and playing princess.  You'll always find her with a tutu or Tierra and insists on dressing herself (huge let go moment for me).  She's physical and loves dancing and being active.  Everyday she wants to go play at our gym, which is great motivation for me.  We are considering pre-school a few days per week because she begs and pretends to go to school everyday.  She's my ray of sunshine!

Peanut oh Peanut I can hardly keep up with you.  Peanut is 100% boy that loves to wear Pickle's shoes.  Peanut is still obsessed with balls and has a gifted throw.  His natural baseball arm makes daddy smile, that boy can throw a ball.  He constantly launches off furniture and climbs everything.  He is still a Lover but now on his terms.  He's not talking a lot but makes up for it in his motor skills.  He'll be one of those boys that waits and then spits out full sentences.  Oh and he loves to dance.  That boy can dance!!!!

P&P are obsessed with each other.  They are always looking out for each other but at the same time are always antagonizing each other.  They love to cuddle up together and I'll often find Pickle being a little mother hen to him.  He now calls her "yeah yeah."

That's it in a nutshell.  I'm sure I'm missing a lot that maybe when it comes to mind I'll add.  Hope everyone is doing fabulous and maybe I'll make it my goal to blog once a month to keep this baby active.

Love ya!

Conversation goes like this....

Pickle "mommy I love chocolate"
Me "Pickle, I love you"
Pickle " I love daddy, I love bubby, I love daisy"
Me "what about mommy?"
Pickle " mommy, I love all people."

I'm more then okay...I'm great...

I think last week I was a little emotional.  I could cry at the drop of a hat for no apparent reason.  Let's just say, it was that time of the month and I felt just a tad bit emotional.  My big sis was concerned, worried, and stated that I was being very ambiguous in my posts.  So, if you caught my blog last week, for clarification sake....everything is great.  Kids are good, I'm good excluding the feeling of being puffy.  We are enjoying our last days of summer.  Pool time, daily picnics, a beer fest, a few family photo shoots, house still on the market (one good thing is that it's always clean, a nice feeling), and eating my kids up by the day.

And yes....I'm doing great!   

Pickle and Peanut...

were created for our privacy sake.  In the world of the internet and everyone having access at the tip of their fingers.  I feel like attempting to secure my children's names is critical.  Anyone can view a blog so, I have limited photos and other info.

Pickle...2 months shy of 3...

Can I just say one word.....ORNERY!!!!  I have one leaving the terrible two's and one headed straight for the terrible two's.  Pickle is the strongest willed child I have ever met.  We have a power struggle daily and I'm not about to give in.  There are days I'm at my wits end but at the same time I know one day her independent nature will save her.  I don't know what I would do if I had a clingy, insecure child.  That's why God gave me L&L.  Pickle at 2 3/4 years old talks up a storm, says her ABC's, counts to 10 and bosses her little brother.  She is currently in gymnastics and loves it.  It's a parent/child class and we look forward to it everyday.  She is growing everyday and has all of a sudden outgrown all her clothes.  She's weighing in at 34lbs and is solid muscle.  She is very particular with her clothing and normally only likes stuff stretchy and tight.  She happened to wear this dress because we were away for the weekend and that's all I packed her.  She's into dressing herself and everything has to match.  Even her cup and plate.  We are working on table manners, drinking from cup, pouring her own milk and saying excuse me.  Table manners and manners in general is something that I think should be taught at a young age.  However; my biggest struggle is her little sassy tone.  It makes me crazy and it's a battle I take on everyday.  I first have to ask myself where did she learn it?  We have turned to vinegar on her tongue when she talks nasty.  And my sister seems to think that it will only cause her one day to hate salad dressing.

Anything you want her to do you have to say the opposite.  It always has to be her idea.  She's still a sleeper for the most part but no matter what time she goes to bed, she always wakes up at 630am on the dot.  She has a little internal clock.

These pictures truly capture the true Pickle at her finest.

Peanut....almost 18m....

Little Bubba man can actually talk.  Up until now I thought his only words were BALL.  It was so cute, he got really embarrassed a few days ago.  He went up to my cousin and hugged his legs.  When he pulled back to see it wasn't Daddy he went running towards Daddy and said "my daddy".  Clear as day.  He also said "Evan" clear as day.

But not he's back to the basics...."ball" "ball" "ball!"

He's turned into quite the rambunctious crazy little boy.  He's launching off furniture, pulling Pickle's hair and getting into trouble left and right.  He is such a boy...he laughs hysterically when he farts, loves to play in dirt and is obsessed with balls.  He is such an amazing little love nugget.  And just look at those lashes.

Living in the past...how dare you....

I was just told that I have a tendency to live in the past.  And the funny thing about it is...that is my worst fear.  I get easily annoyed at people who continue to bring up the past.  People who have regrets and constantly bring up the past.  I think to myself....MOVE ON!  I thought it was a generational thing until someone of a different generation said I live in the past.  Okay, so I admit it.  Often times I feel like when someone doesn't learn a lesson I have a tendency to remind them of previous mistakes.  I'm not consciously trying to rub their nose in it but I can see how it could get old.  So, now that my biggest fear was just called upon me....today is a good day to MOVE the f*ck on!

Anyone get the feeling...

That social networking could bite us in the a$$?  That SN (social networking) has too much access.  I have days when I want to delete my profile and then there are days I turn to FB to brighten my day.  I sometimes wonder why we make time in our lives for things like FB, twitter and blogs but we don't make time to strengthen a relationship right at arms reach.  I often think all of these networking things gives you a false sense of connection.  I often find that blogging is a true way to bitch in a passive aggressive manner.  I'm at fault.  I get pissed about something and instead of actually dealing with it face to face I blog about it.  I wonder why we blog, network, twitter, instead of actually having a real conversation.  For example I have a friend actually a few of them that I dearly love.  We haven't actually talked in almost a year.  But we network, text, blog and FB with each other.  We miss out on the "real" stuff in each others lives.  We just get to know about either all the stuff that she wants the world to read through her blog or a quick two sentence text.  The personal touch is missing.  Things that she would tell me in person or even over the phone that she sensors because of the rest of the world reading.  Your blog readers have expectations, some are judging you, and then there are some that truly care what is going on in your life.  I often wonder if some of my FB friends are talking behind my back.  As I approach this blog being around for almost 3 years I wonder if I used my energy for other things what would I accomplish?  I love you all but you know, I'm a fare-weather blogger.

Check it out...

http://msbitchcakes.blogspot.com/

Just not the same when there is only one cup....

Pickle's going #2...

I go in to check on her and she tells me she needs some "privacy."

Things to ponder....an email I recieved

Only in   America .......do drugstores make the sick walk all the way to the back of the store to get their prescriptions while healthy people can buy cigarettes at the front.   Only in America .....do people order double cheeseburgers, large fries, and a diet coke. Only in America .....do banks leave vault doors open and then chain the pens to the counters. Only in America .....do we leave cars worth thousands of dollars in the driveway and put our useless junk in the garage. Only in America .....do they have drive-up ATM machines with Braille lettering. EVER WONDER ..... Why the sun lightens our hair, but darkens our skin?  Why can't women put on mascara with their mouth closed? Why don't you ever see the headline 'Psychic Wins Lottery'? Why is 'abbreviated' such a long word? Why is it that doctors call what they do 'practice'? Why is lemon juice made with artificial flavor, and dishwashing liquid made with real lemons? Why is the man who invests all your money called a broker? Why is the time of day with the slowest traffic called rush hour? Why isn't there mouse-flavored cat food? Why didn't Noah swat those two mosquitoes? Why do they sterilize the needle for lethal injections? You know that indestructible black box that is used on airplanes? Why don't they make the whole plane out of that stuff?! Why don't sheep shrink when it rains? Why are they called apartments when they are all stuck together? if con is the opposite of pro, is Congress the opposite of progress? If flying is so safe, why do they call the airport the terminal?

"mommy...what lady has broken car?"

I was on the phone with my mom.  Pickle was listening with big ears.
My Mom was telling me about her car breaking down.  I hung up the phone.

Pickle said "mama, what lady has broken car?"

I told her "big mama's car broke."

A few minutes pass...

"Daddy fix big mama's car!"

I tell her "daddy can't fix it, she lives far away."

"MOMMY, doda (my uncle) fix it."

"okay Pickle"

TWO WEEKS PASS...we are driving through an old mountain town.  A train comes.  We wait at the tracks.  The train leaves and we see that on the other side of the tracks a car of teenage girls are standing next to their car.  Car broken down!  I yell out the window, "you guys okay?"  The girls says "uh, not really."

Big D jumps out of the car to help the girls move their car.

Pickle yells "DADDY NO!  DADDY NO!  YOU FIX BIG MAMA'S CAR FIRST."

Your assignment.....

Here's the assignment.  Write down what you love about yourself.  On Oprah the other day.  Oprah said that women are brought up to not admit great things about themselves.  For some reason it's hard for women to say positive comments about themselves without feeling conceded.  Oprah also said that the more positive you feel about yourself the more you have to give to others.  She said it's good for people to see your confidence.  Confidence fills others up.

When I was pregnant with Pickle I felt like I was on top of the world.  I never felt more beautiful.  Then I don't know what happened.  Becoming a mom has made me feel so frumpy, unstylish and ugly.  I know that sounds so stupid, but thats how I have felt for the last 3 years.  I used to be confident and now, I avoid mirrors.  But I'm working on changing that.

So here goes...the things I love about me:

I'm...

honest

trustworthy

passionate

accepting...100%!

forgiving

understanding

funny

positive about life 

athletic

strong

and

I think my eyes show my old soul

I also like my smile

This is the last picture I remembered liking of myself...September 2007

Finally, a new picture to like of myself...July 2010

Groupon...

Ya know it?  It's great!  Endorsed by Fox, CNN, ABC, NBC.  Each day they email you the daily deal.  It can be anything from a 20 haircut/color to a local Crepe deal.  You buy it, they email you your voucher and you just saved normally at least 75%.  It shows you new places and things.  Check it out!

"Mommy...where is God?"

"Well Pickle, God is everywhere!"

"Mama, under my butt?"  "God under my butt?"

If your gonna....

play a sport, do it with some style!  Yes, those are moon boots.

Nas-ticks...

I'm off to take Pickle to gymnastics.  She's a little brick house!  She loves it!

Moderation?

Huh?  What is moderation?  Moderation didn't get me fat!  Let me rephrase, moderation didn't add extra weight to my beautiful round body (me treating myself with kind words).  I'm an all or nothing kinda gal.  I don't know what the word moderation means.  I envy the girls that just have one bite of chocolate cake and don't feel the impulse to eat the entire cake (my sister).  As stated in the wonderful book Women Food and God.  I basically don't trust myself.  That's kinda sad.  Let me say it again...I DON'T TRUST MYSELF.  What does that mean?  I don't trust myself with a pan of brownies, I don't trust myself with a batch of chocolate chip cookies, I don't trust myself with any form of sweetness in my house.  I'm not strong enough to say NO.  I have the strength to recover from an emergency c-section (2 of them), sliced open like a pig, organs pulled out laid on a little silver cart, husband there to see all of your business...ALL OF YOUR BUSINESS, the pulling sensation (not sure what they were pulling but I had to be strapped down on a tiny little table) pulling like they were pulling intestines, mental strength to not be able to hold the little baby that I had been waiting to hold for 42 weeks, the sound of them counting instruments to make sure they don't leave a pair of pliers in your gut, god only knows I don't need anything else left in my gut, rolled into recovery where it was cold...sterile...lonely, then the recovery of loosing my entire core strength, everything abdominally lost, left with what looks like a fanny pack of skin.  I have the strength to bring two innocent little human beings into this world to raise.  I have the strength to be hospice for my father.  I have the strength to watch my father do drugs for my entire life.  I have the strength to survive a divorce.  I have the strength to survive after my high school boyfriend was killed.  I have the strength to admit when I have made a mistake.  I have the strength to admit that I have a jacked up relationship with food.  BUT I don't have the strength to say NO to the food in front of me.

Where is this coming from?  Well, I have been doing great.  I have lost 17 pounds and I have worked hard for that 17 pounds.  I'm 7 pounds away from being where I was when I got pregnant with Pickle.  And that was after loosing weight to get pregnant.  I would say that I will be happy after I loose 7 more pounds but I'm never happy with my body.    That's another sad statement.

The moral of my story:

I have been spinning out of control (OOC) for the last week.  The concert started my escapade.  When I feel like crap, I eat like crap.  I let loose the day of the concert and it has spun me OOC.  And because I don't know what moderation means I didn't get my bearings back (is that the right term?) the next day.  I let one day...lead to 2 days...now to an entire week.  When I got on the scale this am I was 3...yes I said THREE pounds heavier.  I have been eating my way through the house.  

This is what I'm left with.....

What was it about the concert/girl day that made me loose control?  Was it the fact that I went with 3 skinny girls (that work hard to be skinny) and I get tired of being the one with the weight problem?  Was it that there is something missing in my life and the girl's day reminded me of that?  Did I see my "old self" and miss her?  

As I write...I ask myself what was I trying to "fill" the last week?  I must have felt empty because I was trying to fill my trap like it was the last supper.  I couldn't say no.  Didn't have the strength to say no.  Now this morning the scale is saying "STOP."  It would be different if I said the sun made me extra hungry all week long.  But that isn't the case.  I was OOC!  

As in the book Women, Food and God this week I'm going to dedicate this week to eating when I'm hungry and stopping when I'm full.  Hmmm, that's a concept.  I can't eat when I'm sad, lonely, happy, stressed or worried only when I'm actually feeling pains of hunger.  To you skinny folks your thinking "well yea, isn't that when you eat?"  But to us fat souls, we eat to fill a void.  What is my void?

Pickle screamed this morning...

"EEEVVVVAAANNNN, EVAN YOU HEAR ME?"  "EVAN, EVAN, EVAN, EVAN."

"mama, me and dessa...."

"mama, me and Dessa went to Nana's grocery store by her house so we could see her."  "we miss nana so bad!"

Girlfriends...

I feel blessed to have so many great girlfriends!  My two best friends has been for 23 years now and my other best friend has been for 21 years.  I feel lucky to have them and we have all come along way.

For me, girlfriends give you what your husbands can't.  Your husbands don't have the ability to fill every aspect of your life.  And it's impossible for your children to fill you in the way that your husband and girlfriends do.  Sometimes I feel like it's a chore to keep up the relationships with girls but in the end, I always feel better leaving then I did going.

I have bonded with these three ladies since moving here.  The relationships were slow growing but have developed into something special.  We were all new mom's together, learning together and supporting each other.  For some reason, I never feel like I'm being judged like I often do with other mom's.  They see the real me, they are starting to understand the real me and most importantly they accept the real me.

We went to the Lilith Fair concert together.  We talked about what cute outfits we would wear, we got to chat without children interruptions, we got to let loose and drink a few mojito's, we had a great lunch/happy hour at a restaurant that wouldn't be enjoyable with kids, we ate the best desert know to man, and we got to enjoy my favorite singer Sarah McLachlan and most importantly we got to refuel ourselves.

I think it's good to leave your kids and let your husband see a day in your life.  One husband texted "I know why lion's eat their cubs."  And two of our husbands planned a play-date together (ahh how cute).  We were missed by our children and husbands.  We missed them, but will definitely do it all over again.

Left to Right...Lyndsay, Amy, you know that crazy girl, and Kim.

btw...I paid 13 bucks for that beer.  Inflation!

**MONDAY REVIEW/TIP**

Do you drink your calories?  If we are allowed between 1000-2000 calories a day then having one large drink from a fast food joint could be almost 1/2 to almost your whole day of calories.  And diet sodas aren't any better.  Shocking!

 I just read an article that said "Imagine taking your favorite candy bar, mixing it in a blender and drinking it 4-5 times a day.

Here's a few facts regarding the hidden calories in what we drink
x-Large (the biggest size 64oz at McDonalds, Wendy's, Sonic etc) for 32oz cut the number in half
Coke: 370
Mt. Dew: 880
Sprite:
Dr. Pepper: 800
7-up: 800
Peach Tea- 640
Lemonade (Pink, Reg): 800
Limade (cherry, reg fm Sonic): 460
Diet Cherry Limade: 25
ALL DIET SODA'S ARE: 0

Starbucks:
Grande size
Strawberries & Cream: 440
Double Choc Chip Frap: 510
Hot Choc: 510
Non-Fat Vanilla Latte: 200
Non-Fat Mocha Latte: 290
Coffee black: 0

Healthy Drink Guideline found on Harvard:

At least half of your daily fluid should come from water. For a person who needs 12 cups of fluid a day, that would mean six cups of water. More is fine—up to 100% of your daily beverage needs.

About one-third (or about three to four cups) can come from unsweetened coffee or tea. If you flavor your coffee or tea with a lot of sugar, cream, or whole milk, then drinking less would help manage weight. If you take a pass on coffee or tea, choose water instead.

Low-fat milk can make up another 20 percent, or about two 8-ounce glasses. Less is fine, just make sure you get your calcium from another source.

A small glass (4 ounces) of 100% fruit juice, and no more than 1 to 2 alcoholic drinks for men or no more than 1 for women.

Ideally, zero "diet" drinks made with artificial sweeteners, but up to 1 to 2 glasses (8 to 16 ounces) a day (this is adapted from the Beverage Guidance Panel's original recommendation of up to 32 ounces per day).

Ideally, zero drinks sweetened with sugar or high-fructose corn syrup, but up to a maximum of 8 ounces.  

http://www.hsph.harvard.edu/nutritionsource/healthy-drinks/healthy-drinks-full-story/index.htmlhttp://www.hsph.harvard.edu/nutritionsource/healthy-drinks/sugary-vs-diet-drinks/index.html

"Get naked for the party"

Pickle and Peanut are in the bathtub.  Pickle is setting up a tea party.  She says to me "mama get naked for the party."

Okay parents....

If you want to run late that is one thing.  I personally don't think it's okay to send the message to your children that it's okay to be late (unless it's a emergency).  In my opinion, showing up late gives the impression that you don't respect the other person(s) time.  Was in tumbling today with Pickle.  Class starts at 1030 ends at 1130.  At 1045 here comes another, at 11 here comes another and then the icing on the cake, 1120 here comes the last mom.  Really?  Is that not rude to the instructor?  Is that not rude to the other parents that planned their morning to be there 5 minutes early just in case.  With each interruption the teacher had to excuse herself to explain to the parent what we were doing.  Yes, they are only 2-3 yrs old.  But I think running late is RUDE!  And if you run late it's sending the message that you don't respect other peoples time.

I'm just sayin!

He said MILK!

16m old and he has a 4 word vocabulary.
Ba (ball)
mama
dada
and we can officially add milk to the list.

"Is Daisy my cousin?"

There was a long conversation on our way to the gym about Dessa coming to visit today.  Pickle always says her friend Dessa.  I tried explaining that cousins were extra special.  And that she was lucky to have a cousin 2 weeks older then her.  I'm sure she thought about the whole cousin role all day long.  Then she busts out "mama, is daisy my cousin?"  I thought that was fricken funny!

Another funny one, all my nieces call me Gomie.  Started when I became my oldest niece in Switzerland's God Mother.  In German it's called Gertie but it sounds worse with a thick german accent.  That didn't jive with me at the time so we came up with Gomie a mix between god mother and mom.  It just stuck.  Every now and then Pickle will bust out a "GOMIE, mmmmoooommmm."  But today there was a fight about who's Gomie.  Pickle said "my Gomie" Dessa said "my Gomie."  Pickle said "my Gomie and my MOM."

Hi Daddy...

i-phone rings, Pickle slides the bar over.  "Hi Daddy.  I naked.  I spill all over.  ACTUALLY, it stopped raining.   No playing games.  I hang out with Dessa.  Yeah Daddy.  What doing Daddy?  I love you Daddy.  I miss you Daddy"

He that can have patience can have what he will

~Ben Franklin

This is the quote I keep repeating in my head. Our house has been on the market for 6 weeks and we have only had ONE showing.

I just wanna leave my dirty underwear laying on the floor when I leave the house.

Little Man...

Customize a collage

Are we really all smiling???

At a 4th of July party.

Words and a lot of eah eah eah's...Pickle 2yrs 8m and Peanut 16m....

The latest:
"mama, I want a cookie, a cookie like a circle, actually an O."

"mama, let's go to the store" I tried to explain to her "mama, doesn't have money" she responded after thinking for a few minutes, pointer finger on her chin and said "mama, mama, mama, I know....Daddy has lots of cash."  She only wishes!

"my name is yeah yeah, it's nice to meet you"  (hand out to shake)

"mama, yeah yeah have some cash for a smoothie...PA LEEZE."  I gave her a dollar and watched her walk to the counter at Costco.  "Smoothie PA LEEZE."  The she came running back with her smoothie and a giant sad face.  "mama, mama, man take my cash!"

"Daddy, yeah yeah wants a baby boy." ?????  Donny said, "you have bubba."  "No Daddy...a BABY."

"mom, I need Dessa and Nana to come to my house SO BAD."  "Mom, really BAD!"  "I NO WAIT!!!!"

And then there is peanut....he points and does this eah eah eah sound.  And once in awhile he busts out a BA BA BA BA (ball).

The Lotus Touts...

The  Lotus Touts
ONE.  Give  people more than they expect and do it  cheerfully.  

TWO.  Marry  a man/woman you love to talk to. As you get  older, their conversational skills will be as  important as any other. 

THREE.  Don't  believe all you hear, spend all you have or  sleep all you want. 

FOUR.  When  you say, 'I love you,' mean  it.  

FIVE..  When  you say, 'I'm sorry,' look the person in the  eye.. 

SIX.  Be  engaged at least six months before you get  married. 

SEVEN.  Believe  in love at first  sight.  

EIGHT.  Never  laugh at anyone's dreams. People who don't have  dreams don't have much.  

NINE....  Love  deeply and passionately. You might get hurt but  it's the only way to live life completely.  

TEN..  In  disagreements, fight fairly. No name calling.  

ELEVEN.  Don't  judge people by their  relatives.  

TWELVE.  Talk  slowly but think  quickly.  

THIRTEEN. When  someone asks you a question you don't want to  answer, smile and ask, 'Why do you want to  know?' 

FOURTEEN.  Remember  that great love and great achievements involve  great risk. 

FIFTEEN.  Say  'bless you' when you hear someone sneeze.  

SIXTEEN.  When  you lose, don't lose the  lesson.  

SEVENTEEN.  Remember  the three R's: Respect for self; Respect for  others; and Responsibility for all your actions.  

EIGHTEEN.  Don't  let a little dispute injure a great friendship.  

NINETEEN.  When  you realize you've made a mistake, take  immediate steps to correct  it.  

TWENTY. Smile when picking up the phone.  The caller will hear it in your voice  

TWENTY-  ONE. Spend  some time alone.  

Pickle said....

We were driving and Pickle said "mama, I miss NaNa (Naree) sooooooooooooo BAD."

What is our food supply coming to?

As I'm pouring P&P's wal-mart apple juice I see printed on the side of the bottle.  CONTAINS CONCENTRATE FROM USA, POLAND AND CHINA.  Notice the AND.  It didn't say OR.
 
Last time I checked, apples were grown on one tree in one orchard in one state.  Why in the world would one bottle of apple juice need apple concentrate from three different countries.

No wonder why it's CHEAP!

First hiking trip with two...

You might all think that I'm girly.  I cry when I see mice.  I don't pick-up dog poop unless I'm on a walk.  The one time I had to mow the lawn I didn't realize that if you push the handle down it sort of moves itself.  I call tools "thingys."  I was raised in sort of an old fashion way.  Women cook can clean and men do outside stuff with tools and gadgets.  My Dad never made me take out the trash, mow the lawn or pick up dog poop.  Instead at age 11 I was expected to cook dinner, grocery shop and clean the house.  Yes, it's true.  At age 11 I was sent into the grocery store by myself with a 100 dollar bill and a calculator.

Now, let me say one more thing...If I had to do any of the above I would, I could.  I will never tell Pickle she should cook and clean and I will never tell Peanut he won't.    

Now that I have set up a good picture of myself.  Let me start by saying.  I was raised in a tent.  I learned at a young age how to bathe in a river, lake or whatever body of water was near.  I can go a week without a shower (done it).  I can poop and pee anywhere!  I don't need a shower or toilet.  It's considered a luxury.  

I LOVE the great outdoors!  Camping and hiking are my two favorite things to do. 

I'm what I like to say the best of both worlds.  I can get dolled up and look cute and I can put on a baseball cap and hit the great outdoors.  There is nothing more that I love then to go hiking, get really sweaty and have that dirt/salt residue all over my face.  Seriously!  I love that feeling.

Now, if Pickle was scared of mice we would all know where she got that from.  But instead she is scared of bugs and dirt.  We went for a little evening hike, a real hike.  She started by saying "mama DIRT, BUGS...I scared."  And the other day, I heard a deathly high pitched screech.  She had a lady bug on her shirt.  

Huh???  What the heck???  Are you serious???  No!  

This can't happen to me.  I can't have a little girl that is scared of the great outdoors.  

She must have gotten that from her Dad.  When we first started dating I was a big trail runner.  I took him on his FIRST...yes I said first hike.  

And you know what he said??????  It's too rocky, I'm gonna sprain my ankle or something.  WHAT??  He's lucky I didn't leave him on the side of a mountain to be eaten by a giant mountain lion.

  So Pickle, were living in the wrong state honey.  Since I have spent the last 3 years either pregnant or nursing this is my summer of opportunity.  I'm finally free of little creatures growing inside of me or latched onto me.  I have two walkers.  One fully potty trained.  This is my summer of getting out there.  Getting hot, sweaty and covered in dirt.

So, like other things you have to work on.  I will work on getting her covered in dirt and covered in bugs.  Heck, maybe I'll even make her eat them.  

It was brought to my attention....

That the Monday review isn't as exciting as what P&P are up to.

****MONDAY REVIEW**** on Thursday...

Okay, let's just be "Frank" you HAVE to eat less then your body burns in a day to loose weight.  There is no magic trick.  No pill.  No book.  No trick.

Just the simple science of eating less then you burn in a day will make you loose weight.

Whether you decide to...add in exercise...count your calories...count your points...make everyday adjustments...or just get your stomach stapled.  ANYTHING works if you just do it.

Just a thought...do you really know what you eat in a day.  Are you really measuring the bites you take when your cooking?  Do you count that giant beverage you picked up in the drive thru?  Do you know how many calories you can eat in a day?  Are you active to the best of your ability?

Just pick it and stick with it.  It will come with time.  And then when you get there....will you really be happier?

****MONDAY REVIEW****

Okay folks....I hate to break this to you BUT I get tired of hearing "I just can't loose weight."  You may be excluded if you have some kind of health condition/thyroid issue.  I'm guilty as charged, time and time again I have been known to say "I don't know why I can't loose weight".

It's a simple science....if you want to loose weight, burn more then you consume.  If you want to stay the same....eat what you burn in a day.  And if you want to gain weight....eat more then you burn in a day.

You will be shocked to see how what a small amount of calories our bodies need to run in a day.  I did a little research and this is what I found.....

THIS IS ANNOYING.  Okay, So....If I want to stay the exact same weight I can eat 1293 calories a day.  And if I want to loose weight I need to consume approximately  1000 calories a day.

That sure isn't much.  Read on to find out how many calories you need in a day. Shocking!!

Question:

How many calories should I eat if I want to lose weight?

Answer:  Technically, there is no magic number of calories we should all eat each day to lose weight. While most people can lose weight eating around 1,500 calories, you can assess your own personal caloric needs with a little math.

Why Estimate Your Caloric Needs?

To estimate how many calories you should consume in order to maintain your weight, you'll need to do a little math. By using a simple formula called the Harris-Benedict principle, you can assess your basal metabolic rate -- also known as your BMR.

(Then, to lose weight, you'll need to cut calories or burn extra calories and shoot for a level lower than the results you get with this formula.)

Calculate Your BMR.  Your BMR is the amount of energy your body needs to function. We use about 60% of the calories we consume each day for basic bodily functions such as breathing.

Other factors that influence your BMR are height, weight, age and sex.

Step one is to calculate your BMR with the following formula:

Women:
655 + (4.3 x weight in pounds) + (4.7 x height in inches) - (4.7 x age in years)

Men:
66 + (6.3 x weight in pounds) + (12.9 x height in inches) - (6.8 x age in years)

Please note that this formula applies only to adults.

Calculate Activity

Step two: In order to incorporate activity into your daily caloric needs, do the following calculation:

•               If you are sedentary : BMR x 20 percent (considered sitting on your rear end most of the time)               

•               If you are lightly active: BMR x 30 percent (is considered desk job, stay at home mom etc)

•               If you are moderately active (You exercise most days a week.): BMR x 40 percent

•               If you are very active (You exercise intensely on a daily basis or for prolonged periods.): BMR x 50 percent    

•               If you are extra active (You do hard labor or are in athletic training.): BMR x 60 percent       

Add this number to your BMR.

The result of this formula will be the number of calories you can eat every day and maintain your current weight. In order to lose weight, you'll need to take in fewer calories than this result.  As you lose weight, you can re-calculate the formula to assess your new BMR.

Create a Calorie Deficit
In order to lose weight, you must create a calorie deficit. It is easier and healthier to cut back your calorie intake a little bit at a time. Every 3,500 calories is equivalent to one pound.

So, if you cut back 500 calories a day, you should lose about one pound per week. That said, If you exercise to burn off 500 calories a day you should lose approximately one pound per week. Do both, and ... you get the picture. Ideally, you should do a combination of both, (such as cut back 250 calories; burn an extra 250 calories).

Make the Cut(s)With careful review, you will find ways to cut back those 250 calories a day: the milk in your cereal ... the can of soda you drink daily ... the butter on your toast.Making little changes like these will really add up in the long run. 

Check the calorie content of the foods you recorded in your food diary on paper or keep your actual food diary online with About.com's Calorie Count. Pay attention to serving sizes -- if your portion consisted of two servings, be sure to double the calories. Use a measuring cup or scale to measure your portions until you learn to "eyeball" them.

Next, find foods you can do without altogether, reduce portions of, or switch for lower-calorie alternatives.

And guess what? It's easier than you think. Take it one meal at a time. Or even one food at a time. And then, one day at a time.

Tomorrow, trade whole milk for reduced-fat milk The next day, try diet soda instead of regular. Three days in, switch to light wheat bread instead of white. All the calorie-reductions you make (and stick to) will add up in the long run.

http://weightloss.about.com/od/eatsmart/a/blcalintake.html

Once upon a time....

Once upon a time there was a highly motivated, driven, successful young woman.  She was eager, strong, motivating and had her career in the palm of her hand.  She was highly influential and was well known throughout the entire company (and it was a HUGE well known company).  She liked the attention, she fed off of the power, responsibility and position.  She let nothing stand in her way and she didn't care who liked her.  She was there to do her job and she did it well.  She exceeded goal after goal.  She reached for the stars and was flown to NYC to spend a week being wined and dined with corporate.  She stayed at the famous Plaza in Manhattan, had dinner at Terrace on the Green with the big wigs of the company.  She sat at the presidents desk with a view of central park, and was asked her opinions, thoughts and feelings about the company .  She was offered a regional promotion in another city that she passed up for love.  She stayed put and waited for a promotion close to home.  She was offered two paths...one path left her old city behind...the other was close to home.  She followed her heart but it was the wrong heart...she picked close to home with wrong company...she left her old career behind (the one closest to her heart).  She missed her opportunity to climb the corporate ladder.  She would have made it.  Instead she picked the wrong company.  The position she passed up for love would have taken her to a corporate position in NYC.  The love quickly fizzled and died.  She was disappointed she picked love over her career.  She thought she missed her opportunity.  Little did she know that she was going to fall in love again.  She picked "love" but she didn't know that it wasn't to him...it was to someone she hadn't met yet.  She didn't realize that all her decisions to stay was for someone else.  If she left for the promotion she would be highly successful.....BUT.....she wouldn't have met her best friend/soul mate.  She wouldn't be married to the man she is married to today.  And most importantly...money couldn't have bought a little Pickle and little Peanut.

Sometimes I miss my old career.  I look back and wonder where I could have gone.  My path went a different direction.  I laugh when I think about that crazy goal oriented successful young woman.  But the good thing is, I can say I loved what I did.  I was good at what I did.  "I've been there and I've done that."  I can go back one day.  But what I know today is there is no place like home with my husband, kids and family and that is worth all the money in the world.

Sometimes you come to a point in your life when there is only one choice....

Take it!

Life happens, things happen and you learn from mistakes.  You made the best choice at that time.  Life changes, people change and you change.  Your given a chance but there is only one way out.  Take ownership, live, learn and follow your heart.  But don't miss an opportunity.

My philosophy is that not only are you responsible for your life, but doing the best at this moment puts you in the best place for the next moment.  ~Oprah 

Sweet Frankie,

You are more beatiful than you realize. God didn't give us life to worry about size and what we look like. He gave us our friendships, love, pain, and relationshipes so that we can grow closer to Him and Love Him even more and experience His love for us. You are so amazing and it makes my heart sing to hear you aknowledge that worrying about your body image is silly. We will be praying for LP and thank you for inspiring me today! love you!
Care Bear


To everyone out there who wakes up and looks in the mirror and feels disappointment.  This is from one girl who just lives and enjoys every curve, bulge and dimple.  We could all learn from her Italian background where they believe a woman should look like a woman.
Thanks, Care!

It's official.....

I have a website!   www.thesimplemoments.com

Simple Moments Photography.....

After a lot of soul searching.  Lots of "what am I going to do when I grow up?"  I finally decided to pursue my love for photography and start my own business.  I was feeling very insecure about going to a "professional" level.  I have had a camera attached to my face for the past 30years.  Yes, seriously.....30 years.  About 15 years ago I saved what seemed to be a lot of my waitressing money for my first "real" Nikon film camera.  And back in the day, a Nikon film camera ran about 500+.  It was a lot of money but I knew I would get my enjoyment from every dollar spent.  I would shoot off rolls of 35mm film in a matter of a day, take it to a developing lab and then with gobs of anticipation I would wait for the final prints.  After getting the final prints, you got what you took.  On average they say for every 24pictures taken 1 turns out useable.  I started by taking pictures for friends,  friends kids, random kids and whatever else I could manage to capture.  I purchased a handful of point and shoots in the past 10 years trying to find a digital camera that would capture what my Nikon film captured.  No such luck!  The great thing about film is that there isn't any delay in capturing a photograph and the small point and shoots don't allow that.

When I gave birth to Pickle, I used my Nikon film.  It was the only sure way to capture those "simple moments."  Tons of money spent on developing and finally Big D splurged on a Digital SLR Nikon D40.  AHHHHHHHHHH, I hadn't know a great camera until I got my hands on this one.  Oh my GOD!  I seriously was in heaven with my new camera.  Now I was shooting off 500+ images on a daily basis.  Then I started noticing a lighting issue with the built in flash, my standards are raising.  My in-laws treated us for Christmas to a flash, the Nikon SB 800 speedlight...another big investment.  I can't believe a flash can cost more then the camera body.  So, after about 2 years with my D40 I started outgrowing it.  It wasn't enough, and I needed more.  For Christmas 2009, 2 years after my first big SLR camera purchase.  After compare shopping, trying a higher quality professional cameras we invested in a D90 now this cost more then my first car.  Now let me just say, the camera I really wanted was well over $5000 without a lens (not do-able).  We compromised and got opinions from other photographers.  They all came back to me and said it's not the camera body that matters it's the lenses.  I thought my other camera was good but this is truly heaven in my hands.  Such a huge difference.  People have said my work is getting better which could partially be true but the camera is making the biggest difference.  

They were right, lenses make the biggest difference.  Thats where things get expensive and complicated.  The lens' I currently own are......18-55mm & 50-200mm (these both came in a package deal with my 1st SLR) and the MAC DADDY of them all is my newer 18-200mm.  The biggest thing on my list is to upgrade and get a better lens that runs (2000) big HUGE GULP.  That will have to wait for awhile, a long while!

Then there is lights and reflectors.  Photo editing programs.......Photoshop and Lightroom.  Then there is my latest love and that is an action package to cut down on editing time.  This just makes editing that much quicker.  Worth every singe penny!!!!!!

So, how am I doing it????  All the money I have earned thus far goes towards equipment, website etc.  And it will eventually pay for itself.

At first, my pricing was on the very low end of the photography scale.  Now, I'm finally understanding why the "professionals" charge what they do.  The equipment is a small fortune and it's always getting better.  Each client is approximately 10-15 hours of work (another hidden unknown in the professional world of photography).  And most importantly, a good photograph is truly an art.  Not everyone can pick up a camera and capture a total stranger's essence of life.

****MONDAY REVIEW****

My good friend inspired me to do a diet/nutrition/and crap I've learned through the years review.  I could practically have a nutrition degree or write a book with all the college nutrition classes and experience I have with dieting, working out etc.........HOWEVER..... they don't teach you how to wire youR mouth closed.  She (my friend) started a "get real with herself" 30 day diet blog and even posted measurements.  She's tired of living a lie and she is hilarious!  I figure, there is no way in hell I'm putting my stats on a blog but I will share what I have learned through the years.  

  So, here goes.....MONDAY REVIEW....

I feel cheated that I have been living my whole life without this greek yogurt.  It is a spoonful of heaven. I'm a yogurt connoisseur, I love it, I eat it for breakfast, lunch or dinner and even sometimes as desert.  Add a dollop of 100% fruit spread (jelly) or a little honey and it's enough to make you run through the streets naked.

  

This is a super food when you are dieting. With its 13 grams of protein, you cannot go wrong. Mix it will some honey and berries and you have something that seriously rivals a cupcake. It's definately more expensive than regular yogurt, but the health benefits are worth it.


Nutrition Facts
Serving Size: 1 Container (6oz or 170g)

Amount per Serving
Calories 90 Calories from Fat 0
% Daily Value *
Total Fat 0g	0%
Saturated Fat  0g	0%
Trans Fat  0g
Cholesterol 0mg	0%
Sodium 64mg	3%
Potassium 0mg	0%
Total Carbohydrate 6.8g	2%
Dietary Fiber  0g	0%
Sugars  6.8g
Protein 15g	30%

Vitamin A	0%
Vitamin C	0%
Calcium	20%
Iron	0%

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Est. Percent of Calories from:

Fat 0.0%     Carbs 30.2%

Protein 66.7%