Posture Postulation

I've been working on my posture. Posture is everything. It aligns your body. Posture is how people judge you.

Good posture also makes you look leaner and strengthens your abs. This is more for what I'm going for, the rest is just a bonus.

I've finally crossed the 200lb mark. Finally. I had been teetering at 202 for what seems like forever. I got pretty sick and now I'm at 197. Still coughing but I don't feel like death anymore... and my pants fit better! I count that as a win.

Are YOU happy?

Just take a minute.

Lean back in your chair and think about your current situation.

Are you happy?

No... really. Don't bullshit.

Are you happy?

Victory is mine!

BabyG is almost seven months old. I am now beginning to wear pre-pregnancy clothes. 

I read in various places that since it took nine months to swell your body up with baby you MUST allow yourself at least that long for your body to get back to pre-pregnancy size. This is something that is hard for new mothers to grasp and really allow for other mothers as well.

Blarg and Such

Blarg. I was going to do this whole big thing and rant... but instead I will just share some music videos that best describe how I feel... and you can sort it out.

Shop Smarter

CVS Extreme Couponing:
Saved: $20.72
Spent: $1.20 (Before taxes)
Extra Care Bucks/Store Credit: $4.00

Networth: $1.80 Money Maker!!

I had only ONE manufacture coupon and the rest was Extra Care bucks ($7) I had from a previous purchase, CVS coupons from the machine and register. I thought it was going to be a bust since my CVS had a sign on the door that said cash only and I hardly ever have cash. Luckily there is always another CVS nearby so I went to the next closest my GPS directed me to.

Bad Day

I haven't had a bad day in months. I liked to think of my last bad day as one of my last days on shift of my last job.... until now.

Yesterday was an all around bad day. My lack of sleep catered to my short patience. BabyG is teething. This is basically the run down of yesterday.



It all started by a sleepless night of BabyG waking up every hour because she's teething and constantly wants a boob in her mouth. I woke up more exhausted than what I was before bed. BabyG had her morning happy time for all of an hour then promptly went into screams. Hubby is texting me to bring him food at work and to return some stuff to Wal-Mart. BabyG is crying. I go to get our reusable bags from the spare/stockpile room and on the way down the hall manage to bump the Scentsy plug-in and wax goes EVERYWHERE! Cranberry red splashed on our creamy white apartment wall and beige carpets. BabyG is STILL screaming. I want to pull my hair out. I text Hubby and tell him to fend for himself for lunch and try to scrub up some of the dye from the walls and carpet. To no avail and BabyG is, you guessed it, crying her eyes out.


Fuck it. Back to bed we go! In the short life of BabyG we have had quite a few "re-starts" as I call them. We go back to bed, I nurse her and sometimes I even manage to get in a decent nap. When we are both up from said nap the day generally re-starts a bit better. Well, I turn on Cheers and she gets the last bit from the left boob and screams bloody murder until I move her to the right boob. Halfway through the Cheers episode (A full episode is twenty-one minutes, mind you.) and BabyG is blowing raspberries on my boob and has three fingers shoved in her mouth. I ask her if she's better now and she gives me a slobbery grin and blows more raspberries. I then inform Hubby that I'll go see him after all since BabyG is suddenly in better spirits.