CA Girl

It's Friday!  So of course I am going to confess.  It's not really juicy stuff, but it could be considered funny by me some. I confess... I got a new phone this week.  And not just any phone.  I got the iPhone.  Ever since Christmas--when we got our iPod touches from Santa--I have been craving this phone.  Of course at the time, Verizon did not carry it.  Then rumors started to surface.  And pretty soon everyone knew that they would be carrying the coveted iPhone.  Yes...a confession within a confession...I, too coveted that phone!  How jealous I was knowing that my phone was low on the totem pole of phonedom.  We put the total cost on the phone bill.  I am selling my iPod to cover part of it.  My kids aren't too happy.  But I am being mature and kind of financially responsible.  Rich is kind of jealous, but assures me he really doesn't "need" one.  Although, he does want a newer phone. I confess... I have this picture.... of Ralph Macchio for my

A friend of mine, Amy from Involuntary Smiles , has created her own Meme.  She calls it "Time Out Tuesday."  She wants us to take time out for ourselves and then share what we did.  I love this idea, mostly because it gives us incentive to be good to ourselves.  And really shouldn't we always do this??  She will be hosting this Meme each Tuesday and keeps the linky open til Saturday.  You can link up any day until then. Monday was our last day of Spring break.  I did a lot of running around and was very thankful for leftovers.  I watched Dancing with the Stars, and that, for me is a treat.  It was also all I was capable of. Tuesday I have a standing "just for me" appointment.  I go to Weight Watchers.  It is how I have lost 30 pounds and fully intend on losing 10 more.  I go and weigh in, and sit in the meeting with my amazing leader.  I always laugh and have a good time.  This week, after WW, I wanted to go to Ross to look for some capris.  It occurred to m

  Tonight the celebs get to pick their favorite song to dance to.  The song they would never admit that they like.  A guilty pleasure.  Kristin asked me what my "guilty pleasure" song would be.  I didn't have an answer until Hanson was playing Achy Breaky Heart.  Don't judge me. Kirstie Alley and Maks Chmerkoskiy 1-800-868-3411 Kirstie and Maks are dancing the Samba to Kirstie's shameful favorite, "Hit Me Baby, One More Time."  She wants  9's this time and will settle for nothing less.  This season Maks is much tamer than I think I have ever seen him.  Perhaps it is Kirstie.  She knows how to control him.  Whatever it is, when she was feeling the pressure during the rehearsal, he just sat with her and talked with her.  It was a side of Maks I have not seen.  So how was the dance?  It was good.  She delivers each week.  Go Kirstie Go!  Len agrees with me. He said she has never fufilled the potential he saw in week one.. until today.  "Great

If my head wasn't so impeccably attached to my shoulders, I know I would leave it some where.  And my body would just go on like nothing was different.  Meanwhile there my head would be...rolling its eyes.  I couldn't call my body because I have the ears and mouth.  Also I wouldn't have hands.  Thank goodness we were made so well. Case and Point...last week we went to the Childrens Museum.  The kids had a blast.  I was busy showing Ryan different musical instruments.  We had sat down together and he was having a ball.  Then he informed he had to go to the bathroom.  Okay let's go.  He likes to go in the "boys" bathroom.  Once that was all taken care of we met up with the rest of the group.  It was then I realized I was about 6 pounds lighter.  My purse was no longer weighing me down.  I immediately started to sweat.  My heart was pounding and I felt like all the oxygen was being sucked out of the room.  I did all the right things...went to the front desk, an

Did you know that I am horribly behind on my blogging?  Have you heard from me recently?  I foolishly thought I would catch up over this weekend.  What made me think that?  Did I forget it was a holiday weekend?  I don't think so.  I think what I forgot was the fact that I would be on full speed all weekend.  I was.  But I am back and I have a question just like always. In 1981 a fairytale came to life when Lady Diana married a prince.  I was my Little Middle's age when this happened.  And I watched it.  I remember being spellbound by it all.  The carriage.  The dress.  OMG that dress with that train that went on for miles.  It was like a storybook.  And now mmmmmfffff years later, we are about to see another Royal Wedding.  Perhaps it is my age, perhaps I am just being a grouch.  Whatever the reason is, I am just tired of all the chatter.  The news gets on my nerves.  It's too much.  And it's not just the wedding, it's everything.  The way these talking heads ins