We have friends coming in this weekend for a rugby match. Warner's friend from highschool, Mark, plays rugby for Little Rock and they are playing Baton Rouge on Saturday, so of course we are going to use that as an excuse to hang out this weekend. Mark is bringing his lady friend, Meagan, with him, which will be fun for me, and he's bringing his dog Tank which will be fun for the boys. So it should be a good weekend all around! But, in case you thought things would be too perfect, have no fear - my rash is back! And this time, I have NO idea what caused it. I spent about 5 minutes outside yesterday with the boys running around but just a few days ago I spent 45 minutes outside with them (I had a picnic while they played), so it makes no sense. So, last night and today I've been itching like crazy and I have that overall crummy feeling that comes in this special two for one deal. Also, it makes my neck muscles tight which isn't a good thing because I've been fighting tight muscles on my right side for the past week or so as it is. But anyway, I'm still looking foward to the weekend.
So...until I get the background figured out, just adjust your browser size to get the lines off the text of the post. HTML is kicking my butt right now.
The punk turns ONE today! And I'm pretty sure he knew it was his birthday from the moment he woke up this morning. He kept trying to get Warner up out of bed before his alarm went off and when Warner left for work this morning BOTH dogs came charging into the bedroom and jumped on the bed - Ruekie is usually the only one that comes up to cuddle. The only problem with Edgar jumping on the bed is that he is a huge clutz and doesn't just jump up...he jumps up and stumbles across half of the bed - and this time he stepped right on my neck, smack down on the front and center. I was fine, after a few paranoid moments of thinking that he crushed my windpipe or messed something else up, and man he got in some serious trouble. But anyway, the boys got to go run around outside at lunch and that's pretty much going to be it for the birthday celebrations. Sorry the picture of Edgar is kind of blurry - I threw some celebratory Mardi Gras beads on him and he doesn't hold still for 2 seconds.
"....And if you knew anything about the game, you would know that!"
I'm actually updating, so I guess that means some life changing event has taken place since my last update...or I just went to the doctor. And yeah, I just went to the doctor. Nothing earth shattering there. Mell came out and said hi while I was in the waiting room and we chit chatted for a few minutes. As with most appointments, the first thing they do is make you get on the scale. And for me, I have the opposite problem as most people. I'm not freaking out about weighing too much or being overweight or whatnot. My big concern is that I'm going to weigh too little and get in huge trouble for it. Usually my weigh ins consist of a slight argument with the nurse about how you have to move the bottom weight to the 150 mark, which, they are ALWAYS convinced that I weigh less than that, and won't put it to 150 until they move the top weight all the way to the 149 mark and the arrow is nowhere near balanced - but they still give me a once over before they move it, as if the scale is lying. So, then I always get little comments about how I don't look like I weigh that much, and yada yada yada. I'm almost 6 feet tall, looks can be deceiving!
Anyway, moving on. At my appointment today I took a vow of silence during my weigh in and politely kept my mouth shut. With the way my weight has been lately (dropping like a rock at every appointment) I wasn't going to give my nurse any ammo for gloating about being right. And good thing I kept my vow of silence, because this week I have officially dropped below the 150 mark to 147. Now, the BMI index says that is a normal weight, but seeing as I was 168 in August and that this time last year I was 174ish - and by no means am I trying to lose the weight (just ask my coworkers who see me eat nonstop all day) - I guess it warrants some concern. So of course my doctor - the one in the heels - does the whole freak out / concerned doctor thing and I went and had labs drawn after my appointment - that brings the needle stick count to 50 bajillion and 7...No Lie. Hopefully there will be something off balance and I can start maintaining weight soon - new clothes are getting expensive! I assured my doctor that I eat like crazy, and apart from cookies and king cake, I try to avoid junk. That seemed to squash any ideas that I am trying to lose weight, because really, I'm not. I have never in my life actually tried to lose weight. I usually just try to be active and eat healthy foods and see where that gets me.
Apart from my crazy weight loss, everything else is good. We talked about cartwheels and hula hoops - for real - because we always talk about the most random things at my appointments - and I go back in about a month and a half-ish. Now I'm just waiting for Heels to call me with my lab results!
This weekend is going to be a marathon Mardi Gras parade weekend - I can't wait! AND Paula is coming to town, which is almost as cool as when Santa Clause comes to town, well, I guess the two might tie because Santa brings me gifts and well, Paula, she just brings herself.
Mad props to anyone who actually takes the time to read this whole post. I really need to work on my rambling skills.
