You know, I’m an all or nothing kinda gal. So, I figured since I’m tackling the world of budgets, I may as well tackle my big fat ass while I’m at it.

I’m a babe. I know it. It’s just that most people have a real hard time seeing that side of me because they can’t look past the fleshy rolls on my waist or the continent I call my ass.

So, today I made a commitment with another babe to meet her at the gym 3 days a week. On top of that, a group of us at the office are getting together to weigh-in once a week. $1 goes in the pot if you don’t lose. And $1 for every lb you gain goes in the pot. At the end of the month, whoever loses the most weight, gets the pot. Maybe this will work. Who knows? One thing is for certain, I have to do something.

Who will be the biggest loser in Month 1? Check back October 25th!

You know, I’m an all or nothing kinda gal. So, I figured since I’m tackling the world of budgets, I may as well tackle my big fat ass while I’m at it.

I’m a babe. I know it. It’s just that most people have a real hard time seeing that side of me because they can’t look past the fleshy rolls on my waist or the continent I call my ass.

So, today I made a commitment with another babe to meet her at the gym 3 days a week. On top of that, a group of us at the office are getting together to weigh-in once a week. $1 goes in the pot if you don’t lose. And $1 for every lb you gain goes in the pot. At the end of the month, whoever loses the most weight, gets the pot. Maybe this will work. Who knows? One thing is for certain, I have to do something.

Who will be the biggest loser in Month 1? Check back October 25th!

I’ve been married over twelve years and in those twelve years, I’ve been the bill payer.

The hubby, would have nothing to do with the money, other than depositing his check into our account for me to spend as I saw fit.

And, of course, I loved it that way. It was a beautiful system and it worked well for us…mostly.

Sometimes, I would fall off the bill paying wagon and fall into the spend-freely wagon. I loved to ride on the spend wagon. (not to be confused with the Dixie Chicks’ Sin Wagon, though the two are probably cousins)Unfortunately, riding on the spend wagon can be expensive–just how expensive, nobody knew, because we didn’t have a budget.

Well, we do now.

Because last week, I figured out how much money we’ve been spending and trying to tabulate what we have to show for it. Wow. Can I just say, welve spent ALOT and I’m still looking for evidence of where it went.

So, let the budgeting commence. I have a new car I want to buy, we need a new computer, my hubby wants a Powerbook, and then there’s the old savings account which is feeling a little lonely.

Wonder how long this will last? Hopefully longer than my diet.

I’ve been married over twelve years and in those twelve years, I’ve been the bill payer.

The hubby, would have nothing to do with the money, other than depositing his check into our account for me to spend as I saw fit.

And, of course, I loved it that way. It was a beautiful system and it worked well for us…mostly.

Sometimes, I would fall off the bill paying wagon and fall into the spend-freely wagon. I loved to ride on the spend wagon. (not to be confused with the Dixie Chicks’ Sin Wagon, though the two are probably cousins)Unfortunately, riding on the spend wagon can be expensive–just how expensive, nobody knew, because we didn’t have a budget.

Well, we do now.

Because last week, I figured out how much money we’ve been spending and trying to tabulate what we have to show for it. Wow. Can I just say, welve spent ALOT and I’m still looking for evidence of where it went.

So, let the budgeting commence. I have a new car I want to buy, we need a new computer, my hubby wants a Powerbook, and then there’s the old savings account which is feeling a little lonely.

Wonder how long this will last? Hopefully longer than my diet.

Today has been a fabulous day. It’s been raining all day, from light mistings to the occasional can’t-see-five-feet-in-front-of-you downpours.

And I’ve barely left the bed.

This morning, I drank a pot of coffee while helping American Title II finalist, Maria Geraci, work on her entry. Then I took a shower and went to lunch with the fam after they got back from mass. (Non-Catholic here living among the holy) After lunch, I put my jammies back on, grabbed my book (Lord of Sin) and got into bed.

Hubby did the same. We sent the kids off (banished them) to their part of the house to read for school…and we just lingered in bed. Awesome.

Tonight is the season premiere of Desperate Housewives and Grey’s Anatomy. I can’t wait. Yes, I’m a TV whore. And I’m proud of it.

okay, and I’m a quiz whore, too. Shut up.

Your Seduction Style: Prized Object

The seduction game you play is tried, true, and still effective: hard to get. You know that the best seducers turn the tables – and get their crush to seduce them. The one running has the power, and you’re a challenge that is worth the chase. You are a master of enticing and pulling back. Giving a little and taking some away. You are controlled enough to know rewards come after a long seduction dance. Even though you want to call, email, or say “I love you” first – you don’t! You’re style is the perfect mix of hot and cold – so much so that you have many suitors. Think Holly Golightly from Breakfast at Tiffany’s … or any of those creepy guys from the Bachelor. You’re skilled at inspiring a chase. The real test is picking the person to slow down for.

I have to say that Pink is my favorite color.

Though, maybe it should be green…all shades…because, as you know, if it’s green–it matches.

I have to say that Pink is my favorite color.

Though, maybe it should be green…all shades…because, as you know, if it’s green–it matches.

Sigh.

IF IT’S GREEN IT MATCHES
That is my youngest son’s motto.

The proof is in the picture.

Rader is a creative soul. Can you tell?

So, this morning, he saw my blog (or as he calls it, my Bee-log) about Ian and he asked me, “When you gonna Bee-log about me, Momma?”

So, here’s my youngest son’s Bee-log. You’ll be seeing more of him, I promise.

Sigh.

IF IT’S GREEN IT MATCHES
That is my youngest son’s motto.

The proof is in the picture.

Rader is a creative soul. Can you tell?

So, this morning, he saw my blog (or as he calls it, my Bee-log) about Ian and he asked me, “When you gonna Bee-log about me, Momma?”

So, here’s my youngest son’s Bee-log. You’ll be seeing more of him, I promise.