Chicken's and stretch marks galore

Today we shall start off with last night.  My father takes my daughter downstairs with him to get himself a "co'l beer" as he puts it.  After a few moments I begin to wonder what is taking them so long.  He finally returns with my dear monkey and *dum ta da dum* (that's my impression of a drum roll) a chicken.  Not a real one of course, a stuffed puppet that he bought for my sister before I was even in the womb.  She loved her chicken and proceeded to walk around with its stuffed beak in her mouth.  Then this morning I sit her on the floor and say "Go get your chicken" so she walks towards it and says "Chiten Chiten"  It was fairly amazing.  She then went around for most of the morning holding her chicken and calling it a "chiten". 

Stretch marks galore and saggy skin, that is the price I paid for having such a perfect kid.  I love my monkey.  She's slept through the night since three weeks and barely ever does anything that actually makes me mad.  She listens better then an toddler, child, or teenager ever could, and has a vocabulary that is beyond her age group.  Now having said that it still does not make me stop and go "hey you're looking sexy today with your saggy belly and bluish stretch marks."  I was thinking that this week it looks like I may have lost a few pounds.  My belly has been looking...well the best that it can...and when I look back to how it was I can see where my working out has helped to improve it some.  BUT I still don't find myself the least bit sexy.  In fact if I were a lesbian I would not do me.  My husband tells me all the time that he thinks I'm still looking good (though in a more caring manor) but I know that to the world I don't look so good.  What I don't get is why is that only some of us must suffer with the stretch marks and skin?  I mean the average looking woman always seems to get screwed, yet the gorgeous sexy women of the world have a baby, get zero stretch marks, and once they pop that thing out there belly goes right back to being flat and tight.  I have no problem with working out.  I intend to do it once I return to my husband.  My goal is to lose my last 20 lbs by Monkey's first birth day (May) and then lose an extra 5 to 10 lbs just to be what I was in High School.  I enjoy working out, its a great stress reliever for me, but finding the time between housework and raising/caring for a kid is not easy.  I wish I could be like the above average women who get to have their bodies go back to normal and only work out because they can not have to.  And you know I honestly don't mind the stretch marks, I just hate the lose skin and the tiny bit of fat that is still literally hanging around.  Oh well, in a week there will be a picture of my belly and my bare it all workout attempted.  I've never done to workout that I am about to start doing (I'm more of a hiking/yoga kind of girl) but I figure with the blog to help keep me going I'll hopefully keep doing it. 

So perhaphs three post in one day is just too many, but I can't help but to think about how horrible of a mess my house is going to be when I get home Sunday.  My mother and sister are watching American Idol and enjoying themselves, the Monkey has been snoozing for about an hour and my father has finally decided to call it a night, yet here I sit dreading the mess that awaits me.  Though I know my husband and Newman will probably try to clean it up so it doesnt look so horrible, but the fact remains a few "get togethers" have already happened and poor Sammo has had a very smelly and runny misshap three times (one on my carpet two on the hard floor) in the house.  I love my husband but I'm not entirly sure knows how to properly use the carpet cleaner and I love Mr. Newman as well, but honestly they are men.  Their cleaning standards are a bit lower then mine.  Has the thought crossed my mind that they may read this?  Yes.  Am I worried?  No, because again they are men and it rolls off their backs.  Now back to my worring and oh Off the Map, something much more interesting to do.  Good night all. 

Two am and the you without a me.

What if your just a dream?  What if I'm just a dream?  What you and I have yet to meet and this lovely life we live is just a dream?  If I were to wake up who would you be?  What if we never met?  What if I was just a me and you were simply you?  If the us wasn't a we but only you without the me?  Could it be possible for you and I to meet?  What if life wasn't like this and I wasn't here?  What if when the rain fell it was really only tears?  What if the phone rang but instead of your voice there was no answer?  When the rain begins to fall and the street lights come on, a begins phone to ring.  At 2 am in a different time would it still be your voice who answered or would it simply be just another dream of what could maybe be you and me?

Ants are the devil and other lovely things.

It is offical.  I hate ants.  They have over taken my mother and fathers (aka Grandma and Grandad) kitchen as well as their bathroom.  After emptying the dishwasher that had been overrun by them on Monday, I began the long and annoying process of attacking the ones on the counter.  I am fairly certain I killed over 20 of them.  It made me feel wonderful until I went to the bathroom...there was one on my pants.  Crawling all over me the little bastarded...he had no idea what was coming to him.  The day before my mother found them in the open area of the pipes on the bathtub (remodeling has been going on for well over 3 years now) and decided enough was enough.  So she sprayed them with wonderful fumes that thankfully did not fill up the house, just her bedroom.  I am fairly certain monkey and I got a contact high last night during her bath time.  Anyways needless to say ants are the devil.

On to "lovely" things.  Still no true word if there will be a pay check in the bank come April 15th.  At some point the goverment will run out of money and guess who gets to suffer the most?  The military.  Yes it has been well proven over the years (and spoken from the wise man that is my father on many a beer drinking/grill season nights) that when a Democrat is in office the military suffers.  Though I use to be either or (go for the one that has the best views on what should happen next) I find that both my father and I are now leaning fully on Republican.  Though both of us has friends who are Democrat its just not the way we seem to be going.  My father will however inform you that he voted for Clinton and it was then that he decided to never do it again.  I barely remember much about that era but anyways back to my point.  Someones being a little picky on this whole budget issue and honestly I think that someone needs to get over it.  Why should the military and their families suffer?  Dont you think they suffer enough by being away from their loved ones for a year at a time, thrown into complete chaos, and missing moments like the birth of their child (my husband being one who sadly missed it by three days)?  They watch their brothers in arms die and yet still get screwed over on the home front.  And if we dont get that pay check how are we to live?  Before you deprive us of living, how about you try to deprive yourself of those unneeded toys.  How about instead of cutting our pay check you cut your own.  Just a thought.

Now one more thing.  A new dog.  My father will be getting a new chocolate lab puppy in about 6 weeks, right around the time that we will be making the long haul back down to Grandad's and Grandma's house to rest before heading to Fort Polk.  Though at first my mom was not looking forward to it, she is now getting a bit excited.  The name is still to come.