Ears.

I have really big ears.  And they stick out a lot.  If you haven't noticed it's because A, you haven't met me in human form, B, you are a forgiving person who chooses not to focus on the physical quirks of others, or C, I also have a giant, basket-ball shaped head which puts my satellite ears into some perspective.

Just the same, the ears are there.  I assure you.  Get used to it.

It used to be a big problem for me.  It's hard to feel pretty as a teenaged girl when you also feel way too much like Dumbo the flying elephant.  I was exuberant when I learned of a surgery they can do that actually removes some cartilage to make your ears lie more flatly against your head.  I'd never considered plastic surgery, but if they can do something about the ears....

I was also terrified I'd pass this jean on.  I had a recurring nightmare when I was pregnant with my daughter, where we got a sonogram done, and all we could see was that goofy MAD Magazine kid smiling back at us.

I don't remember consciously worrying about my kids coming out looking like this, but my subconscious was certainly fixated on that fear.

And as a side note, guess what?  Both my kids were born with normal, flat against their heads ears.  And then with in a few days, both kids' ears stuck out and flopped over a bit at the top.  I have two absolutely beautiful little children with the world's most sad little puppy dog ears.  They're going to blame me for it one day.  I'm going to have to remind them that this is an affliction we share, not one I chose for them.

Anyway, there is a point to all of this. The point is this little secret that I have, and that I've mostly kept for almost 20 years.  And that secret is this:  Sometimes I dig my crazy big ears.  Sometimes I wear my hair to showcase them, I purposefully allow them to peek through.  And at those times I don't think "goofy and ridiculous", I think "...elf".  And no, not like a Santa's little helpers thing, like an ageless, mystical, immortal being.  This weekend we're having our annual LOTR watching marathon, and it got me thinking.  So the past few days, the picture of myself in my head looks a little less like MAD TV, and a little bit more like this:

Those elf-chicks are pretty hot.

That being said, it's kind of fun to learn how to NOT take yourself so seriously.  It's fun to learn how to poke fun of yourself and enjoy some of your own quirkiness.  And hey, you might realize that your silly clownish parts are actually sexy-elf parts too.

Now that being said, I also have some pretty sizable feet, and  the Hobbits have pointy ears too.

Actions have consequences...

I kind of feel like this thing:

McDonald's sales drops for first time since 2003 - New York News | NYC Breaking News

and this thing:

may just be related things. Sorry McDonald's!  Wish we could still be close close friends, but seems we need to be super distant acquaintances at this point.

Tony the Tiger level GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREAT weigh in today, helping me feel well established into the 130s, which leaves me feeling grand.

Also, I got to spend my day with the two cutest freaking kids on the planet.

Lil' Man enjoyed his first time on the swing!





















I've officially decided to like them, even if they choose not to let me get a good night's sleep.











Happy evening, all!  I foresee some television watching and hat-crocheting in my not too distant future, unless the exhaustion gets to me first...

Final Fit Fall Weigh In!!!

This day is exhausting.  So is this week.  And month.  My kids have decided they no longer need sleep,  I had 10 hours of work on Monday, and about 14 today.  Which is more than I would prefer to work, if I'm perfectly honest.  I am sore and tired and maybe just a liiiiiittle bit grumpy.

But I finally got around to weighing in.  So here you have it, folks.  I know I've been super delinquent about posting these days, which is not totally unrelated to the fact that my weight has been rollercoastering without actually getting any lower and I am unexcited and, in case I haven't mentioned it, sleepy.  Anyway.  Right.  Today's weight:

Technically, it's my lowest weight, which is awesome.  And yep, it's under 140, which is also awesome.  But it really hasn't gone down more than fractions of a pound in like, 2 or 3 weeks I think, and that makes it dull.  But I don't deserve better because my dieting has been inconsistent and my exercise has happened about as frequent as ::insert witty reference to rare occurring phenomena here::

Oye.  Do I sound like a total grump? It's cause I'm sleepy.  But here you go.  I have lost about 10.8 pounds in the Fit and Fabulous Fall Challenge.  10.8 pounds in those 8 weeks, and considering all the birthday celebrating, Halloweening, and just general failing I feel I did over those particular 8 weeks, I think that's not so bad.

Oh, and speaking of Halloween, here was my family last Wednesday:

We are Batman.  We may be the coolest family you know.

G'night folks!

My blog is fixed and I am not dead!

My excuse for not having posted in over a week is that my blog got all crazy and everything on every page was titled things like tpyrr lppl, and I didn't want to publish things and have them looking like that so I thought I'd just fix it later and then later became never so I thought I'd just wait until it got better on its own so I did and then it did.

I'm not getting thinner these days, mostly because of things like "Halloween Candy Dinner", and how that's replaced chicken, white rice, and steamed vegetables as our night time meal of choice.

November started at 139, and I have decided on a new 2012 goal:  Weigh less than 140.  That's it, really.  Lately I'm mostly stuck in the low 140s with occasional trips into the very upper 130s.  So in this next couple of months, I want to make sure I maintain what I've done, lose a few more pounds, and end the year on a high note.

That aside:  Dang it all I'm tired.  My son, my Magic Amazing Sleepy Son, really needs a new name.  Like, Wake Mommy Up Every 2 Hours Every Night For 6 Months Son.  So I'm sleepy.  And on top of that, I've been working a lot more, which is GREAT because it turns out they give you money for that, but is NOT GREAT because I'm sleepy.

And now it is  9pm and we are sleepy so it is bed time.  Have a wonderful week y'all.  Hope you can get some sleep, but if you can, don't tell me about it because I might freak and scratch out your eyeballs.  Cuz, you know.  I'm really sleepy.