Wow!

What an exciting day!

Dear Man Who Sat Next To Me On My Six Hour Flight to Chicago

Dude. I know life is rough. You and your girlfriend were one of the last ones on board so you got split up. That's no fun and I could tell that you were disappointed.
It sucks having to take the middle seat, I know. I was glad to have a window seat, until you sat next to me, that is.
It's one thing for you to sit down and spread out the way you did. Some folks seem to think they are entitled to both armrests, I get that.
I admit, I was miffed when you decided to put your leg in my space. I thought it was a bit fresh actually.
You seemed nice enough though, so I chalked you up as a clueless dude who doesn't understand the concept of personal space and not a pervert as I first suspected.
But I've got to tell you, man. I've got to tell you. You crossed the line with your obvious decision to board the plane unshowered.
Dude, you stink. You stank. You stunk.
And that is just uncool.
I mean, you looked clean enough but you were ripe. I gagged more than once on that flight.
So thanks stinky, unshowered, loud talking, no personal space guy. You made this journey a 36-year-old seasoned flier's worst flight ever.
It beat the time I flew at five months pregnant and some kid cut in front of me in line for the bathroom. It beat the 12 hour delay on the trip home from Mexico in 1995.
There is nothing worse in life than a stinky man-stranger invading your personal space for six hours.
Jerk.
And I would feel sorry for your girlfriend but she got to sit by clean people for the flight and she should have bought you deodorant a long time ago anyway.
Thanks for the memories.
I hope you got a bubble bath when you finally made it home.

The Healthier I get, The Less I Want to Blog

I admit it. I used blogging as therapy initially. There is a lot I have written on this blog that I never published. I had a lot going on when I first started this blog over two years ago and I think blogging was a first step for me in really becoming the person I want to be.
And life is pretty good now.
I've worked through a lot of stuff., brought people and things into my life that are good for me. I also cut out a lot of bad and I don't regret it.
For the first time in my life, I am feeling content.
And I feel a lot less inclined to share my feelings with the internet world.
I'm protective, of my husband, of my children, of my life.

And I'm going to tell the truth, I've been more than a little freaked out by an incident in which a crazy I know in real life used my blog against me. That was weird.

And there's more. I never got into the politics of blogging. Sometimes I read of the arguments between "popular" bloggers and honestly, it turns my stomach.

I've always thought that women could rule the world if we didn't focus so much of our energy on sabotaging each other. I hate playing girl games in real life, there is no way I'll do it online.

That's not to say I won't put my two pennies into a conversation. I just don't get all the meanness out there. And I don't have time for it anymore. I mean, if I wanted someone to be mean to me, I'd go back to my home town. Oh...wait...I'm going today. Yikes.

So I don't know. I don't know how much longer I will be blogging. It's just not my thing anymore.

Of course, every time I write something like this, it just prompts me to blog some more.

Off to Indiana

I'm leaving tomorrow. By myself!
My mom is having back surgery on Tuesday and I am going to be with her. I'm leaving my kids for the week with The Husband.
I don't know what I'm going to do without those two clowns.
And I'm going to be lost without my man.

I'm glad that I can be with my mom but this is going to be really hard.
I'm going to miss my boys.

And it's cold in Indiana.

I'm Trying Slimfast

Last time I tried Slim Fast was in 2002. I did it for about four weeks.

And I gained 6 pounds.

I think I did it wrong last time.

I want to see what happens when I do it with Pilates, hot yoga and running.

I weigh more now than I have in a year.
It's very weird. I'm in the best shape of my life but I'm also at my max weight.

Something's got to give.

Diet and exercise.
Let's see if this works.

I Don't Want It to End

I like the holidays. I like the decorations and the presents and the cookies (Boy! Do I like the cookies!). I'm not ready for it to be over.
I'm not ready to go back to life without red Starbucks cups and lights on the trees.
Maybe we can make a new holiday. A holiday between New Year and Valentine's that lets you keep your wreath up and your cups red.

I'm not ready to go back to normal yet.