Boobie Post

My bro-in-law (though I like to think of him as my own brother) and his wife (though I like to think of her as my own sister--ok, I know what that sounds like, but you know I don't mean anything weird by it! Sheesh) welcomed their first child into the world Saturday morning.
My baby nephew is beautiful. That's right. I said beautiful. For a boy. What're you going to do about it? It fits him perfectly.
I cannot wait to see him in person and to hug him and kiss him and to just love on him.
This baby has been very emotional for me, and I am not even his mom! When they told us they were pregnant I cried for a week. Seriously. I was that excited. And a little heartbroken. Knowing I wouldn't get to see my sis as she grew and feel the baby move inside her, and won't be close enough to see him as often as I would like once he is born...
And then at Easter my sister in law sent us a card with an ultrasound pic and the card read "Hi Buckners! I wanted to wish you a Happy Easter and let you know I'm excited to meet you. Love Baby Buckner"
Yeah.
That one did me in all over again. I cried on and off about that one for a few days.
I know. I am a total weenie.
And today I cried when I saw the baby pics. And just now I cried when my brother told me that he just loves him. Just loves him so completely. And can't wait to see him grow, and go fishing with him, and hiking with him, and...well, I didn't really hear much else, because I was crying so hard.
What a boob.

So THAT's why boxers are so ripped...

So...sore...and so...loving it!

So Friday evening-ish I went to LA Boxing for my trial workout. SO FUN!
I mean, it was hard. It totally kicked my *beep* but I loooved it. I really do better when there is someone there pushing me (mentally, not actually pushing me around), yelling at me (again, in a positive way) and cheering me on. Which is exactly what Rolando did. And why I am in love. JUST KIDDING.
No, it was really great. First they wrapped my hands with gauze and stuff to protect my knuckles and fingers. Then they gave me some loaner gloves (Eeeewww!) and placed me behind a punching bag.
Then the instructor was late and we had to wait. BUT then he got there and made us go out back to the rear parking lot and run laps. I know. I was like, 'excuse me...i so did not sign up for RUNNING'. But, I'm a trooper, or try to be at least, and so I ran.
I am not a runner. I made it through two laps and my breathing was so bad I had to move over and let people pass me up...because he had us running in a single-file line and I was in the middle. But I walked/ran/walked the last part and then we went inside and started warming up. I won't go through all of that, but we did a LOT of work with a medicine ball, and squats and pushups and plank poses and lunges and THEN we put on our gloves.
He paired me and my friend with more experienced people which was good, because the guy I sparred with was nice, but also encouraging. He said I was punching really well. I had good form. Eeek!!! I know, I was really excited.
I will just say that I r-e-a-l-l-y enjoyed punching that bag. It was funny, though, because my partner said, 'ok, so just pretend that the bag is your last jerk of a boyfriend'. And I thought. Sheesh. I can't think back that far! Then I thought, well, I'll just imagine it is someone I hate enough to punch. But couldn't actually picture anyone there, either. I know, right?! What is wrong with me? So then I figured I'd put all my energy into it and just imagine I was beating the snot out of Satan. Yes, I realize that sounds really weird, but he and I seem to be locked in a battle of sorts right now anyway, so I figured I might as well punch on a bag about it...instead of anyone else who might get in the way. But I digress...

Back to my report: So after punching, we had to do MORE pushups. And lunges. And these things where we roll ourselves down to touch the ground and then roll back up and jump up with our hands in the air.

Then we punched again. And the last 5 minutes was 'freestyle'. We could punch however we wanted to. Can I tell you, I was a little bit terrified of the guy I was next to (not my partner). That bag was bouncing around like crazy as he punched and kicked and jabbed and kicked and all with this real intense look on his face. Seriously, the guy was a beast. I actually stopped to watch him for a few seconds--I couldn't help it. It was cool and scary and a little sexy all at the same time. Who knew?

So I want to go back. I just need to find someone who doesn't want their membership anymore, because it is transferrable and then it would save me some moolah. Which would be nice.

Oh, and at the end, I kept coughing and wheezing while talking to the lady about membership. No, it wasn't a distractionary tactic, though that would have been brilliant! No, I just couldn't quite get a full breath of air into my lungs. Two of the people there were like, 'do you have asthma?' and I said, 'no'. And they looked at me and were like, "I think you have asthma" and my friend who was there with me (who actually does have asthma) says, "you sound like me when I don't have my inhaler." So that's nice. I have been having trouble breathing lately, even just washing dishes or talking to someone or...breathing. So I guess I better go check that out now. Ugh.

There IS one drawback from the LA Boxing experience: No, not sore muscles, but the stench. No, not my body sweat...though, I don't think I smelled like a fresh spring day. I am talking about my hands. They STANK so bad. Oh, it was so gross. I had to wash my hands several times to get the smell off. I am assuming it was the loaner gloves. MY gloves would never smell like that. ;)

GGOOOOOOOOAAAAAAALLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!

I just have to announce that I have made my goal of 32 lbs down before I turn 32! Oh, and look, 6 weeks early! Whew! Guess I'll just have to keep going! Here's to that last 32 and to the next 32 that I have to lose to be the skinny minny I was 11 years ago! C'mon, Adrienne. You can do it...

Mama said knock you out!

I'm going to knock you out!

Or, I will....eventually. Because I am going to LA Boxing for my free workout. Wooooo hooo!!!
I am super excited.

I always wanted to take up boxing but always had some reason or another why I couldn't do it. I'm too fat (well, down 30 lbs, so, now I am less) or I am too small (well, I'm still short, but what are you going to do?) or I would cry if someone hit me.

Right now, I am ready to kick some trash. Someone told me it is because I have anger right now, but I don't feel any anger for my struggles. I think she would just like me to be angry. But right now I don't need to. She's doing it for me. Isn't that what friends are for? :)

But I have been learning a lot about myself lately. I am tougher on the inside than I ever knew, and I think with a little training I can be tougher on the outside, too.

I see they even have a fight club.
But maybe I'm getting ahead of myself... ;)

Sometimes you just have to laugh

OK. I like to think of myself as more caring, and less snarky or mean than most people. I said I like to think of myself that way, I didn't mean that I actually am, because clearly I am not. If I were, do you think I would link to this?
http://www.bonniehunt.com/videos/ Now, toward the bottom is a selection of videos to choose from, choose 'top rated' and look for Josh and Jennifer Dancing. Seriously, you must watch it.

Now, I don't like to make fun of people who are bad dancers...partly because one might call me a bad dancer (but one wouldn't because I am a 'safe' dancer--I do the same basic steps that don't get noticed by anyone) And I especially felt bad that this guy clearly thinks he is an amazing dancer, when he looked like he was made of noodles and got pulled around by his belt loops. It is something amazing to see, let me tell you.

But it really gets going when the woman gets up to dance with him. Wow. Who would have thought that dancing could be so dangerous?!

I tried to link it to the video directly, but couldn't find any way to do so. Sorry!

Eighteen down

Fourteen to go. Well, fourteen until I get to the 32 by 32 goal. I am sure I will make it, and secretly have added another hopeful 10 to that 14. Wouldn't 42 lbs down by the time I turn 32 be way better? I know. I think so, too. I just need to get moving on the workout aspect. I was doing real well for like, 2 weeks. And since I started South Beach-ing it I haven't worked out at all.
Buck, however has lost MUCH more than I have. I'm not too upset by it, though I thought I would be. I think I'm just keeping a realistic point of view.

OH! And dinner is taken care of tonight for the kids! Oprah.com and KFC joined up for the day and are giving FREE 2pc meals of their new Grilled Chicken. Yum. So I got 4 coupons, and am heading over tonight!

Good intentions and even gooder friends

OK. I know that 'gooder' isn't a word, but I used it anyway. Hey, Shakespeare made up words, why can't I? Wouldn't it be cool if I could make up lots of words and get them used in daily speech by people all over? Oh, wait. Then I'd have to be a rapper. Well, I don't know if I'm ready to make that sort of commitment...
Anyway. Back to my post.
So I have a girlfriend who also lives here in CO (both of our families moved over here from CA) that I knew well in high school. We've been out here for a long time but just finally decided that we need to get together every over month for a girl's night out. And we have been doing just that. Actually, she's been great about calling and keeping us on track.
A few months ago we went out for dinner, then we went to a NKOTB concert (her husband won tickets and refused to go with her--I swear we didn't go out and BUY the tickets), then we got together to let the kids play while we chatted. Then for April I couldn't do the original date so we moved it to tonight.
But I'm tired. And I feel like snuggling up under a blanket and watching a movie with the family and going to bed early. Maybe wearing my jammies starting 6 pm. Mmmm. My eyelids are getting heavy as I speak.
So I debated calling and cancelling. And I decided to just call and feel her out. So we chitchatted on the phone for a few minutes and then she says, 'so are you still ok with tonight?' and said 'yeah, actually, and I was wondering' but here she cut me off and said, 'Cuz would you be upset if I tell you that I'm tired?' And I was sooo grateful to have a friend who understands me!
SO I'm going to shut up and change out of these jeans...

Note to self:
Tuesday, May 28 th was when I began (day 1) of my reading every single day for a whole year etc. etc. etc. So May 27th, 2010 will be the last day to complete my goal.

Day Four

Today is Day four of my 'read/study the scriptures every day for one whole year without missing a single day.' Whew. That was a mouthful! I am really excited. After my whole 'wah wah wah' session--Well, sessions...both one and two...I decided to put my energy into something a little more positive. So this is it! Well, it's not the ONLY thing I'm doing, but you know what I mean.
I'm really excited!

not MY favorite word

thought I have been known to say it in a weak moment...or two...

It WAS my first word, according to family legend. Though, I cannot be blamed for my potty mouth when I was just in diapers. That I blame entirely on my mom. (my sisters were too young to have taught it to me--and besides, it IS my mom's favorite word.) She uses it a lot. Well, my mom's no sailor or anything, but she does throw it out there pretty regularly. And usually when you don't expect it. Like when the missionaries show up unexpectedly for dinner. And she doesn't call anything that word. She just uses it as an expletive. "oh s@*&!" But she does it with such blase. It kind of cracks me up, the apathy with which she says it. Though I hope I never start doing that...of course I do say 'crap' a lot.
Hmm. Similar meanings, different words...maybe I have a little problem, myself!

I'm over it

The good thing about me is that I can usually bounce back pretty quickly. I may have a real dark day or two, but then I usually grow up or decide that it's pointless to feel so down. Maybe it's because Mom always used to sing (however off-key) 'you've got to pick yourself up/dust yourself off/ and start right over again' so many times while I was growing up, that it kind of got stuck in that thick thing I call a noggin.
So my house is small.
So it never is clean.
So I don't have enough places to put most of what we have.
So I have no hope of moving any time soon since there is no chance in you-know-where that we'll find a better job and be moving within the next year or more.
So I bought the house thinking we'd live here for just a few years before moving on.
So I had children thinking the above statement was true.
So I maybe resigning myself to living here for twice as long as I had imagined.
Oh, shoot. I said I'm over it, didn't I.
Well, I guess not TOTALLY over it. But enough that I have stopped crying and throwing a huge hissy fit over it. Like I said. Grow up.
So, right now, maybe I'm not a 3 year old like yesterday. Maybe just 13. Hopefully tomorrow I can make it into the 20s.
But really, I mean c'mon. (at the risk of sounding like my 13 year old self) It just isn't fair!!!

And I know you know someone like that. Who just seems to stumble into fortunate circumstances left and right. Sometimes they aren't even very nice people. At least my friend...well, to be truthful that family deserve all the goodness they can get.
I just need to figure out what they are doing right and I'm doing so wrong.

OK, so I'm not fun

because today i just feel like complaining. and noone thinks a complainer is fun. when was the last time anyone invited wendy whiner out for a girl's night, am I right? but i'm taking over ol' wendy's role today.
i know we aren't supposed to compare ourselves to others. i get that. right now i am just having a hard time with it. i mean, what is it that i am doing so wrong? how is it that despite trying to find better work for buck (for several YEARS, now, mind you), there is still nothing? how is it that i have a friend--a good friend, the best--who just falls feet first every single time in an even better situation than the one just 'fallen' from? it's gotten to the point that when that friend is upset over a situation, i just sit back and wait for the windfall to hit them. I don't even worry anymore like i used to. don't get me wrong, i still pray for them, but i know there's no real point to it...He's got them covered.
now, i know that i am blessed with several things. i have a family, i have a home, i have a good husband who loves me and his kids, who has a job that provides for us. we are healthy. but frankly, i just can't stand that i'm living in such a small piece-of-crap hole that i'm trying to make into a home.
i'm also tired of being the one that people look at when they are discontent with their own homes and lives and think "well, at least I don't have to live like that". and if you think that people don't think that, well, let's just say that it isn't the first or second time that I've heard it about my place.
and before you send me a link to the Robert D. Hales talk from GC, I already am listening to it. So shut up.

Now I can die in peace.

Last night I touched a pink cadillac. I know, I know. Try to keep your jealousy to a minimum.

Last night I went to my friend's Mary Kay party. She's a brand new consultant, but had the party at her director's house(the one with the pink cadillac). I totally thought I was safe from the whole shpiel about joining or buying since I used to sell MK in college. I was pretty sure that there was a "only once" rule or something. Turns out there's not! So I got that little pep talk last night. I will say that I really enjoyed the microdermabrasion set. My skin did feel smoother, and I really liked the 'night' moisturizer. I felt super-moisturized and I'm always struggling with that. Anyway.

Here's my problem with going to any home sales party: I'm excitable. Easily excitable. And I oooh and aaah over everything. (I tried to play it down yesterday, and my friend thought I was unhappy, because I wasn't my usual oohy aahy self.) So anytime I go to a 'party' I get the whole "but you liked it so much. you'd be so good at this, you're so excited about the product." I never have the heart to say "I'm easily impressed and I do this everywhere I go. Don't get all excited."

I wonder how other people deal with it, because I never hear other people being harrassed--maybe that is too strong a word--by consultants to join their ranks.

Not to say that I felt all that pressured last night. I will say that was the least pressure I've felt, so that was nice, but then again, it may have been due to my calm demeanor last night...which frankly bored even me.

My First Grease Fire...or, Doesn't It Just Warm Your Heart

So about 2 weeks ago (give or take) I decided to cook something. I don't even remember what it was. Something mexican. I started out by heating up a pan of oil, like I have many times before. I stepped into the living room because Baby J needed me, and while I was in there I thought, 'hmm, that smells funny', and resolved to check it in a moment. Then I put J down, and walked into the kitchen. As I walked to the stove there came a bunch of smoke suddenly, then poof! The pan caught fire. I stood there for a second or two while I thought through my options. I knew not to put water on a grease fire. Was it baking soda or baking powder or cornstarch that one is supposed to use? Then I thought, 'why bother with those? what am I thinking?' and grabbed the fire extinguisher and used one for the very first time. It was actually pretty cool. I didn't know how far that powder flies. It covered most of that side of the room, though I only sprayed the pan. Well, then the smell was awful, and E and baby J were both coughing and I thought, 'yeah, I'd better get out of here' and so I got the pan outside, opened a few windows, and left. I called Buck as I was leaving and told him what happend. And this is just proof that I married a man who is too good to me. He praises me for my quick thinking. Then continues to praise me every time someone mentions a fire or quick thinkging-ness...which has been quite often, for some reason. If the roles were reversed, I think we all know I'd be saying some pointed remarks about how useful that information is, etc. Instead of praising him. Gosh, I'm rotten, aren't I. Well, at least I recognize it. That's supposed to be the first step, isn't it?

Who doesn't love...

Laverne and Shirley? Or didn't love, I guess, since I don't think they're on TV anymore. I remember an episode (man, I was, like, 10) wherein Laverne...or Shirley...said that: Who says I'm not fun? I'm fun. Aren't I fun? Tell them I'm fun!
Anyway. I thought it was funny and still do, apparently.