I am PISSED! Over an animal!
NO ONE HURTS MY ANIMALS!!
So we got birds yesterday. Parakeets. A little yellow girl named Chanel. A little blue boy named Voodoo. All was good. We took them home, they stayed the night, got used to the house....then today came, and so did Tristan...
The little hellion child tore off the tail feathers of my daughter's brand new parakeet. I am pissed. The little fucker was going in Voodoo but he hid. Thank Goodness. He actually got ONE off of Voodoo but poor Chanel is tail-featherless. I bet she feels so horrible. Not to mention the sore butt.
(I looked it up and they will grow back in 5-7 weeks but still...)
I am so over this kid. I can not stand him. I am at the point to where I am actively looking for an apartment so I can move out by the end of this week. Seriously.
And it's not just that. But that is the straw that broke the camel's back. I will get a team of people to move me out in a day. BAM!!
No more filthy roommate, no more demon child, no more compromise. No!
Saturday, January 26, 2013
Thursday, January 24, 2013
Ten Things Thursday
Yup, it's about that time. The one day where I remember to blog.
Here goes nothing: One word at a time.
Here goes nothing: One word at a time.
- Kids. OMG why do they have so much energy and use said energy to drive me nuts? I am so ready for these two heathens to go to bed!
- Whining. Proven to be the most annoying sound on earth. 'Nuff Said!
- Acne. Eff you! I am a freaking adult, why is this shit still happening?! Thank God my Proactive came in...now all I have to do is wait for the results. Oh Fab... :/
- Sickness. Eff that too. I was dying sick last week. On and off actually. It hit me Wednesday. Then hit Gabby Thursday-Saturday. Then wave 2 came back to attack me for seconds on Monday & Tuesday. No good...for my wallet either.
- Toyota. I got a new car! A 2010 Toyota Corolla :) Yes, a car I am paying for! Screw that Mustang. My dad can have that bia-bia!
- Disney. Pretty much all I watched during the time Gabby and I were sick. I have become very into "Jessie" and "Good Luck Charlie". And let me say, these shows are nothing like they used to be!
- Cleanliness. Something that my roommate is lacking in lately...
- Sleep. My favorite activity lately.
- PMS. Eff that as well. I was allll good for months. Same day every month. Like clock work. Not this time. Surprise, Mother Heifer!
- Alcohol. I haven't seen that in a while and by the way the day is going it looks like I am going to need a glass soon!
Friday, January 18, 2013
Ten Things Thursday...on Friday...
So here it is, my second post and I am already copying my sister. One, because it is a good idea. Two, because I haven't blogged and this way I can hit ten points without feeling like I am blabbering too much, ha!
- My daughter is sick. Stinks! (no pun intended) Poor baby has a bug or something. I got sick the night before last as well. Headache and puking rally. I swear we got ojo from someone at HEB but that is neither here nor there. Yes, I believe in that stuff.
- My legs are still sore from my work out.
- I finally got to have a good convo with my BFF "LG" today and I love how our lives mirror each other's an we get to talk about it all even if we hadn't talked for days!
- I feel like I NEVER EVER get a break from cleaning this house. I swear! And I don't mean little piddling here and there...no, I overhaul this house on a daily and I am sooo over it!
- Payday was today...Woo Hoo!
- My dad got My Mom, Sister and Me tickets to go see Fleetwood Mac on June 5th in Houston!! Daaaaamn, Gina!! It was for my mom's birthday! And Sis and I get to reap the benies!! :) Go Papa Bear!! I can't wait to be jamming out with those two ladies! It is going to be an EPIC night for sure! I never thought I would get to see Fleetwood Mac ever in my life, let alone with my Mama and Big Sister! :)
- I want to plan my meals for the week. That is something I have never understood but maybe I should give it a whack.
- I am so tired of my hair style. I seriously need to invest in some YouTube tutorials on hair styling because I am horrible at it. Period.
- It's so crazy how Gabby is so wicked good at Temple Run. She beats me every time. I swear these technologically advanced kids of her generation are going to rule the world!
- I am sooo in love with those press on nail designed "paint" IDK but where has that been all my life?! And I get them at the dollar stores for $3.00! Lasts me longer than the package even says because I put clear coat on the top for a just in case.
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Feel the Burn
So I have been seriously slacking on my Gym attendance. Heck, I've been slacking on my eating right as well. My scale, or should I say my job's "METRIC" scale, hasn't been slacking at all. Not even an ounce. In fact it screamed 200.2 at me last week. I was devastated. Seeing the "1"s made my heart flutter; Seeing the "2"s, again, made my heart sink.
What does all this mean?
I HAVE to get my ASS back in gear! I need to STAY moticated and PUSH myself more and more each week. If I am going to reach my 40 pounds lost goal then Oreo's are no longer going to be my friend. I will have to stay away from my parents' house for a bit longer until I get myself in check. They always seem to have some type of pie, chip, or goodie that is NOT good for me at all! And I eyeball-eat everything in sight...but does that mean I have to actually put it in my mouth and eat it?! N-O-!!
1) Back to the RULES: The rules of Skinny.
2) Back to the GYM: The gym of ultimate results.
Day 1 started yesterday.
I headed to the gym after work. I tanned. I got a massage in the massage chair. I got a hair trim and a good cursing out from the hair dresser over the extreme damage I had done to my hair over the 2012 year. and I hit the ARC full force for 25 minutes, worked on my "Turkey Arms", did deep squats holing 50 pounds over my shoulders and finished up with 20 "AB Twists" on each side with 80 pounds of resistance. WHEW! I am on FIRE today! But it is all worth it. I just talk to my boss (who is a MARATHON runner) about where I am sore and what I can do and he encourages me.
I am so lucky to be surrounded by people who are geared toward a healthy lifestyle and/or are supportive of my healthy lifestyle and are encouraging.
(i.e.: Sis, Dad, Boss, Friends)
Day 2: Let's see what we got.
What does all this mean?
I HAVE to get my ASS back in gear! I need to STAY moticated and PUSH myself more and more each week. If I am going to reach my 40 pounds lost goal then Oreo's are no longer going to be my friend. I will have to stay away from my parents' house for a bit longer until I get myself in check. They always seem to have some type of pie, chip, or goodie that is NOT good for me at all! And I eyeball-eat everything in sight...but does that mean I have to actually put it in my mouth and eat it?! N-O-!!
1) Back to the RULES: The rules of Skinny.
2) Back to the GYM: The gym of ultimate results.
Day 1 started yesterday.
I headed to the gym after work. I tanned. I got a massage in the massage chair. I got a hair trim and a good cursing out from the hair dresser over the extreme damage I had done to my hair over the 2012 year. and I hit the ARC full force for 25 minutes, worked on my "Turkey Arms", did deep squats holing 50 pounds over my shoulders and finished up with 20 "AB Twists" on each side with 80 pounds of resistance. WHEW! I am on FIRE today! But it is all worth it. I just talk to my boss (who is a MARATHON runner) about where I am sore and what I can do and he encourages me.
I am so lucky to be surrounded by people who are geared toward a healthy lifestyle and/or are supportive of my healthy lifestyle and are encouraging.
(i.e.: Sis, Dad, Boss, Friends)
Day 2: Let's see what we got.
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
Post Number One
Following In Big Sister's Footsteps...As Usual!
Ok, so because my sister, Harmony, has a blog...I must have one as well, right?! Right!
I am ten years younger than she is and I have looked up to her my entire life; I typically tend to pick up on anything "cool" she is doing and end up doing the same thing! (Twilight, Scentsy, Jewelry, Blog, etc.) Isn't that what little sisters are supposed to do?! :) That's what I thought! So...here it is, My Blog: It's The Smash.
Smash?!
Yes, my blog is called: "It's The Smash". Why? Well, when I was 19 I was a co-host on a morning radio show at a local station here in CC. My Radio Personality name was SMASH. (Thank you High School Newspaper Team for Donning me "The SMASH".) It comes from Ashley...turned SmAshley...turned SMASH. The name was a hit to say the least and here 7+ years later I am still THE SMASH! And quite frankly, I like my nickname. What does it mean? 2 Reasons for the name: 1) I was the one girl in our group of friends and extended friends who no one could "smash". Yes, dirty, I know...but also powerful because I stood my ground. 2) I would "smash" hearts. The Newspaper Team said I was a heart breaker. I would tell it like it is to a guy no matter how awesome and cute he was, often hurting their feelings without remorse and ulitmately breaking their hearts and smashing their egos. My Motto: "So, you think you can?" (again, something that was made up for me!) I don't think any other name would fit me better than this one. Besides the affectionate, "hooker" from Sistah!! So there, when you see my blog yell: "It's The SMASH!"...and now you understand.
Fighting The Inner Fatty
I am on a weight loss journey. All my life my weight has been up and down. I was 180 pounds in 8th grade...by far one of the largest girls in my grade. I was gothic for part of my life as a result of the depression I have always battled. I had DDs and a low self esteem, even tho the TaTa's gained me a lot of attention...it wasn't the attention I wanted. Over the course of the summer I decided I would NOT be the Fatty with big boobs in high school, so I started my very strict diet and exercise plan. Atkins, walking 4 miles a day and Tae-Bo. (Billy Blanks is still one of my Best Friends!) Boy did I lose some serious weight. I entered High School with a new found confidence and took Freshman year by storm. I created a very successful "party girl" image for myself and lived up to that most of my HS career. I was the rebel. I was the bad seed. The bad apple. But I didn't care because I looked good. (and made acceptable grades **A's and B's per Dad-Mr. R.**) I was at my smallest at age 17. I weighed a whopping 135 pounds at my lowest weight and fit into size 3 & 5 jeans. (which was unacceptable because it wasn't a 0 or 1 like all the "real" skinny girls...PUH-LEEZE, I'd NEVER want to be that size now! I'll take a 7, thanks.) But no matter what I looked like to everyone else, in my head, I was still the fatty 8th grader. Graduation came and went, College came and stuck...to my ass! I gained the freshman 15 PLUS more. No biggie, I was still in a size 10-11. And I was slowing losing weight by working out with C, my personal motivator. (Yes, my weight is based around the number on my scale and on the tag of my jeans!!) Then came pregnancy, not something I was prepared for. I ate like a pig. I ate for "two" instead of 1 &1/8. I overindulged in the "food gifts" people would offer me because "the baby wanted it". I was your typical first time mom. I gained WAY MORE than I should, or ever wanted to! After pregnancy the pounds kept packing on. Finally, a co-worker of mine invited me to lose weight with her. I took a look in the mirror and was horrified at the beast staring back at me. Who was that? Where was I? How did this happen? And What am I going to do to fix it?
Weigh in April 2010: 250 pounds!
I slowly started to care. I slowly started to try. And that slow pace went on for about two years...I lost a whopping 15 pounds. :( Then it hit me! And it hit me HARD!! I was BIG, tired, lazy, couldn't fit into clothes, kept buying clothes to fit me instead of trying to fit back into my clothes, I ate everything, had no moderation, didn't care about portions, blah blah blady blah!! So I started small: No Sodas. I got a gym membership. I took to the trusty route I had taken back in the summer transition of 8th to 9th grade. I cut back on many things carb-filled. I started to see results. I linked up with C, SHE WAS LOOKING FAB and I wanted that! BADLY! So I pushed myself. Like really really pushed myself.
Weigh in as of January 1, 2013: 190 pounds!!
Normally that number would have scared me, pissed me off, sent me into a spiralling depression of junk food eating and no exercise. But I was Flippin' Extatic! I hadn't seen the 1's in sooooo long! I fit into some pre-pregnancy jeans. I felt better. I had more energy. As I should! I lost 60 pounds!
But that is just the tip of the iceberg. I am hoping on losing 40 more pounds this year alone. I am going to really really reallllyyyyy push myself. I know I can do it. I know there is a skinny girl in there still. I just have to keep Fighting the Inner Fatty. Punch that Bitch in the Face!
And now, I am challenging myself. To run. A 5k! I don't run, I hate running, Let's RUN!!
I will be participating in the Color Me Rad run on February 02, 2013.
Not-so-Single Mom
I am a mom. A not-so-single mom. She is 4. (LoveBug, Lil' G, Chula. She has a lot of names. But for Blogging and clarity I will call her Chula.) Her dad is not here at the moment. Encarcerated. She thinks he is in "big boy school". Yes, I spare my child the horror that her dad is a "bad guy". (He is not, he made a stupid mistake.) So, essentially, I do it alone. I feel like a single mom most of the time. I find myself saying, "Being a single mom and all..." and using the "single Mom" term quite often. It's become more of a habit than anything, trust me, I do not envy "real" single moms. He is there for me emotionally when we can write/talk/visit, but not there physically. The thought of us having our family is sometimes scary for me because I am so set in my ways. I am used to doing things my way, when I want, and answering to no one. I am the final say. I am the authority. Sometimes it has it's drawbacks: like when I need a second opinion on Chula or when I wanna just yell, "Go let your dad do it/deal with it", but that isn't an option in my world. All the love, discipline, playing, dressing, bathing, feeding, etc. is done by me. Alone. Yes, I have help from my mom, dad, and MIL but really, I am SOLO. I've been this way for 2 years now. And I don't know when it will end. but I'm ok with that right now. I have accepted this as my life. It is what it is.
Blog About It
I am not a blogger. But I can Facebook with the best of them! Maybe I should just leave my blog open and post here what I would post there. Maybe. We'll see how it works. So, if I fall off...give me a swift kick and I will be back on track...or just tell me my sister posted and I will probably be posting within the next ten minutes! :)
Ok, so because my sister, Harmony, has a blog...I must have one as well, right?! Right!
I am ten years younger than she is and I have looked up to her my entire life; I typically tend to pick up on anything "cool" she is doing and end up doing the same thing! (Twilight, Scentsy, Jewelry, Blog, etc.) Isn't that what little sisters are supposed to do?! :) That's what I thought! So...here it is, My Blog: It's The Smash.
Smash?!
Yes, my blog is called: "It's The Smash". Why? Well, when I was 19 I was a co-host on a morning radio show at a local station here in CC. My Radio Personality name was SMASH. (Thank you High School Newspaper Team for Donning me "The SMASH".) It comes from Ashley...turned SmAshley...turned SMASH. The name was a hit to say the least and here 7+ years later I am still THE SMASH! And quite frankly, I like my nickname. What does it mean? 2 Reasons for the name: 1) I was the one girl in our group of friends and extended friends who no one could "smash". Yes, dirty, I know...but also powerful because I stood my ground. 2) I would "smash" hearts. The Newspaper Team said I was a heart breaker. I would tell it like it is to a guy no matter how awesome and cute he was, often hurting their feelings without remorse and ulitmately breaking their hearts and smashing their egos. My Motto: "So, you think you can?" (again, something that was made up for me!) I don't think any other name would fit me better than this one. Besides the affectionate, "hooker" from Sistah!! So there, when you see my blog yell: "It's The SMASH!"...and now you understand.
Fighting The Inner Fatty
I am on a weight loss journey. All my life my weight has been up and down. I was 180 pounds in 8th grade...by far one of the largest girls in my grade. I was gothic for part of my life as a result of the depression I have always battled. I had DDs and a low self esteem, even tho the TaTa's gained me a lot of attention...it wasn't the attention I wanted. Over the course of the summer I decided I would NOT be the Fatty with big boobs in high school, so I started my very strict diet and exercise plan. Atkins, walking 4 miles a day and Tae-Bo. (Billy Blanks is still one of my Best Friends!) Boy did I lose some serious weight. I entered High School with a new found confidence and took Freshman year by storm. I created a very successful "party girl" image for myself and lived up to that most of my HS career. I was the rebel. I was the bad seed. The bad apple. But I didn't care because I looked good. (and made acceptable grades **A's and B's per Dad-Mr. R.**) I was at my smallest at age 17. I weighed a whopping 135 pounds at my lowest weight and fit into size 3 & 5 jeans. (which was unacceptable because it wasn't a 0 or 1 like all the "real" skinny girls...PUH-LEEZE, I'd NEVER want to be that size now! I'll take a 7, thanks.) But no matter what I looked like to everyone else, in my head, I was still the fatty 8th grader. Graduation came and went, College came and stuck...to my ass! I gained the freshman 15 PLUS more. No biggie, I was still in a size 10-11. And I was slowing losing weight by working out with C, my personal motivator. (Yes, my weight is based around the number on my scale and on the tag of my jeans!!) Then came pregnancy, not something I was prepared for. I ate like a pig. I ate for "two" instead of 1 &1/8. I overindulged in the "food gifts" people would offer me because "the baby wanted it". I was your typical first time mom. I gained WAY MORE than I should, or ever wanted to! After pregnancy the pounds kept packing on. Finally, a co-worker of mine invited me to lose weight with her. I took a look in the mirror and was horrified at the beast staring back at me. Who was that? Where was I? How did this happen? And What am I going to do to fix it?
Weigh in April 2010: 250 pounds!
I slowly started to care. I slowly started to try. And that slow pace went on for about two years...I lost a whopping 15 pounds. :( Then it hit me! And it hit me HARD!! I was BIG, tired, lazy, couldn't fit into clothes, kept buying clothes to fit me instead of trying to fit back into my clothes, I ate everything, had no moderation, didn't care about portions, blah blah blady blah!! So I started small: No Sodas. I got a gym membership. I took to the trusty route I had taken back in the summer transition of 8th to 9th grade. I cut back on many things carb-filled. I started to see results. I linked up with C, SHE WAS LOOKING FAB and I wanted that! BADLY! So I pushed myself. Like really really pushed myself.
Weigh in as of January 1, 2013: 190 pounds!!
Normally that number would have scared me, pissed me off, sent me into a spiralling depression of junk food eating and no exercise. But I was Flippin' Extatic! I hadn't seen the 1's in sooooo long! I fit into some pre-pregnancy jeans. I felt better. I had more energy. As I should! I lost 60 pounds!
But that is just the tip of the iceberg. I am hoping on losing 40 more pounds this year alone. I am going to really really reallllyyyyy push myself. I know I can do it. I know there is a skinny girl in there still. I just have to keep Fighting the Inner Fatty. Punch that Bitch in the Face!
And now, I am challenging myself. To run. A 5k! I don't run, I hate running, Let's RUN!!
I will be participating in the Color Me Rad run on February 02, 2013.
Not-so-Single Mom
I am a mom. A not-so-single mom. She is 4. (LoveBug, Lil' G, Chula. She has a lot of names. But for Blogging and clarity I will call her Chula.) Her dad is not here at the moment. Encarcerated. She thinks he is in "big boy school". Yes, I spare my child the horror that her dad is a "bad guy". (He is not, he made a stupid mistake.) So, essentially, I do it alone. I feel like a single mom most of the time. I find myself saying, "Being a single mom and all..." and using the "single Mom" term quite often. It's become more of a habit than anything, trust me, I do not envy "real" single moms. He is there for me emotionally when we can write/talk/visit, but not there physically. The thought of us having our family is sometimes scary for me because I am so set in my ways. I am used to doing things my way, when I want, and answering to no one. I am the final say. I am the authority. Sometimes it has it's drawbacks: like when I need a second opinion on Chula or when I wanna just yell, "Go let your dad do it/deal with it", but that isn't an option in my world. All the love, discipline, playing, dressing, bathing, feeding, etc. is done by me. Alone. Yes, I have help from my mom, dad, and MIL but really, I am SOLO. I've been this way for 2 years now. And I don't know when it will end. but I'm ok with that right now. I have accepted this as my life. It is what it is.
Blog About It
I am not a blogger. But I can Facebook with the best of them! Maybe I should just leave my blog open and post here what I would post there. Maybe. We'll see how it works. So, if I fall off...give me a swift kick and I will be back on track...or just tell me my sister posted and I will probably be posting within the next ten minutes! :)
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