Guess what Dorothy's thinking about today

Okay. I've gotten excited over some pretty silly things, but yesterday my complete giddiness was probably a bit over-the-top. I was standing at the t.v., remote control in hand, waiting to see what Oprah was about. If it didn't catch my fancy, the kids win, they get to watch Elmo. Mommy won.

What was Oprah about? Faces behind the famous names. Who's face was I so excited about seeing? Kevin Clash. Yep. The voice of Elmo. How pathetic that a grown woman would get so excited over seeing this guy.

Just as Kevin predicted in his interview, I expected to see a little, wirey, white man with glasses. It was a tall, 45-year old black man - with a deep voice no less.

So silly as it sounds, it made my day to find that he was a nice guy. Heaven forbid mom doesn't like the face behind Elmo. That would just be awful.

Speaking of Elmo...who do you like better - Mr. Noodle or Mr. Noodle's brother? For me...Mr. Noodle's brother hands down. Yes, I'm bored today.

It's been awhile, eh?

It's been a stressful few weeks to say the least, but things are starting to settle down. We got a call a few weeks ago that Grandpa was going downhill fast, and he passed on the 19th. We've been busy with the funeral, family gatherings - and on a more positive note - the kids' birthday party.

My little two-year old Princess (TWO?! Where has the time gone?) is wanting up from her not-long-enough nap, so I've got to tend to her now, but I promise to be back SOON.

Thanks for checking in on me!

This is the song for the lonely*

GRRRRRRR...so frustrating.

I'm starting my sixth week of Weight Watchers and I've lost only 5 pounds. I'm not so much bummed about it being only 5 pounds, but I'm bummed that I didn't lose ANYTHING this past week. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. I have a weird pattern going on...First Week - I lost nothing, Second Week - I lost 2 pounds, Third Week - Nothing, Fourth Week - 3 pounds, Fifth Week - NOTHING. I sure hope this means I'm in for a loss of two or more next week (I weigh myself every Wednesday). I'm not going to let it get me down. I know. I know...be patient. My clothes are getting looser. My jeans are falling down. I'm still mushy, but I am smaller. It's just that I feel like I've lost more, ya know? Oh well. As long as I can see and feel (if that makes sense) progress, I guess that's all that matters.

*If you're wondering what the heck my title has to do with my post...it's a line from the Cher song in the Weight Watcher's commercial - which by the way, my kids love. I'm not sure if it's the big ladies or Cher, but that commercial stops my kids in their tracks every time.

Boring Play-by-Play

Nothing too exciting this weekend. RD and I planned on having a few friends over, but everyone we called already had plans, so it was just the two of us. I didn't really care because I'm not a football fan, so SuperBowl parties are usually just a bad excuse for me to eat a bunch of fattening foods, so no loss here.

While RD watched the game I went upstairs and did my Billy Blanks Boot Camp video. Don't laugh! It is a good workout, and like the box promises, I got results in seven days. Can't beat that!

Friday night was fun. I went out to dinner with some of my new friends from the neighborhood. We were at the restaurant close to four hours gabbing away. The waitstaff was circling our table, wanting to close down our section. We didn't care. It was a great time and I'm really happy that I've made some great friends.

I was supposed to take the kids over to K's (neighbor) today, but SA woke up with a fever and he's all congested, so no playday today.

Speaking of the kids, I've got a rumble to break up.

I hope everyone has a great week!

Tuna...is that chicken or fish?

SJ was flipping through my Us Weekly that was sitting on the floor. He came to a picture of Jessica Simpson and said excitedly, "Mommy!" Then he carried the magazine over to my mom, pointed to the scantily-clad Jessica and said with great happiness, "Mommy!"

Thanks, kid! Hey, I'll take what I can get!

Bad Mommy

I've given in to Teletubbies - and quite frankly, I just might leave the dang t.v. on all day. I just don't feel like asserting myself today. You know those days you would wake up and just not want to go into work? Even though you feel totally fine, you want to find a reason to call in sick? Well today is one of those days. I'm not crabby, feel fine, just a bit tired and not wanting to do anything.

I folded two baskets of laundry that had been sitting in the laundry room for three days, and that took every bit of energy I had in me. They would have continued to sit there had RD not asked me if I knew if they were clean or dirty. He knew they were clean. That was his attempt-to-be-subtle way of telling me it's time to do something with the damn clothes already.

Yawwwwwwn. Can't wait 'til naptime. Mom needs a snoooooze.