Hoop hands

aFTER A NIGHT SPENT LEARNING A TRICK I COULD ACTUALLY DO, WELL...i WOKE UP WITH "HOOP HANDS"...OUCH, THE BRUISING HURTS, OH WELL

Ready,Set.......

New Kids blog number 44,444 or something like that....So, last saturday the lovely Miss Sarah-Beth purchased our tickets for the Fort Myers show. 18th row baby, wootwoot. Raise the roof....We have decided to play the Orlando show by ear. It seems like we heard constant stories last tour of people buying awesome tics the day of the show. We even did this at the Tampa show, ended up 15th row with ticks we got that am. Snoochie.
I purchase my plane ticket to Tampa yesterday, swing. And tics for the Nashville show go on sale saturday. Ahhhhhhhhhh, everything is falling into place.
Last week, after 2 days of insomnia, night time tossing and turning i sent the girls a long email with my concers about the weekend. You know, black ops stuff. Anywho, Operation " I got your crazy" is in the early planning stages, but so far so good. We are balls to the wall since we will be celebrating our 19th anniversary that weekend doing what we did when we met, seeing the boys.....Cant wait. FacE Time will be mine betches!!!!!!!

1-year

In-Remembrance

obama

"What the cynics fail to understand is that the ground has shifted beneath them - that the stale political arguments that have consumed us for so long no longer apply. The question we ask today is not whether our government is too big or too small, but whether it works - whether it helps families find jobs at a decent wage, care they can afford, a retirement that is dignified. Where the answer is yes, we intend to move forward. Where the answer is no, programs will end. And those of us who manage the public's dollars will be held to account - to spend wisely, reform bad habits, and do our business in the light of day - because only then can we restore the vital trust between a people and their government."
President Obama

So i guess it was about 2-3 years ago i was sitting in my quiet little house on August Circle at 4 pm watching Oprah, like i do everyday at that time, when i was introduced to a young senator from Illinois by the name of Barack Obama. He was there to talk about his book "The audacity of Hope," and while i dont remember what he said that day, i do remember the feeling i had watching him. I remember thinking, now that guy has it. He has that "thing", it radiated from his pores and flowed in his voice. He had that "thing" that made me, almost, audacious to hope.
I sit her today in a new world, in a new America. In an America i actually believe in, for the first time in a really, really long time.
Denton and i had only been togehter for a little over a month when Gore "lost" the election to Bush. We sat on my couch and watched, our relationship growing, over those few weeks when we really had no President. Fastforward 4 years,I am sitting in a hospital room holding my son, as Bush won yet again. I remember saying to Denton, "can you believe he will be 4 years old when we finally get Bush outta the White House." And finally today that day has come, and i have never been so relieved to see a man board a helicoptor in my life.
I am not going to sit here and bad mouth Bush, he stood up after 9/11 and tried to patch this country back together, and for that i will always be grateful. But everything he did after that, from Katrina, Iraq, and Gitmo; well i would just as soon not discuss. I stood by him because he was the leader of our country and i supported the troops although i felt it was not the right fight. Today is not about George Bush, he has taken up enough of my time.
Today for the first time since just after 9/11 i feel a real passion for my country. I feel a pride and a sense of togetherness. I hope that people who did not support Obama can stand behind him, hope with him, and help us change this country.
So what is it I see when i look at the face of our new president? I see a family man besotten with his daughters. A father who thinks of his children when making decisions, a man who will not take lightly the effect of our changing world on his girls. A father who wants to teach his kids to not expect for things to be given to them without giving something back in return. A man who thinks that all children deserve a decent education and a positive start in life. I see a man so in love with his wife that he just has to touch or kiss her whenever they are together. I see the glances and smile, I witness the laughter and love that radiates between the 2 of them. In him i see her strengths as well. I listen to the stories of how they met and it seems so real to me. It could be the love story between any man and any woman, not the tight lipped love of someone as unaccessable as the President of the United States of America. I see a man with a vision of a world he thinks he deserves, that we all deserve, where the color of our skin or any of the other prejudices we can create for one another are washed away, because really, who needs all that. I see a a leader who does not want to just accept things as they are, but someone who really wants to fix things that are broken, and find a new way of retooling America. I see a man who thinks that all Americans should have the basic fundamentals we all are deserving of, a job that can pay the bills, a future after we retire, and affordable healthcare for every American.
So tonight I will lay my head down on my pillow and go to sleep in a quite different world than the one i woke up in. I will have a little more pep in my step, and a little more pride in my heart. And yes, a little more Hope that change can, and has come to America. And i can rest just a little easier knowing that Texas is once again complete, for the village idiot has returned home........

Today

So-it-starts

My space

How does Myspace know i am fat. Seriously? Do they have some little guy sitting in a box lloking thru peoples photos going "here's a live one." why is it that any time i log onto "my space" there are various photos of stretch marks and diet pills and ads for big beautiful women. come on. Does this happen to anybody else. And if it really were "MY space: would i have ads like that pouring thru... NO. I would have ads for relaxation sites and people screaming "you are fabulous just as you are" or "wow you were a super mom today."
Next time i log on i just wish it would say "looking good bitch!"
welcome to my world, or Myspace it would seem

Here comes my man

So as most of you in the area might have already heard, my boys are comin to Nashville. 2 Months from yesterday to be exact....Woohoo, that means i wont have to fly anywhere right, right? Wrong. The New Kids reunion Part deux (or duh as Sarah calls it) goes like this:
Wednesday fly to Tampa
Thursday drive to show in Ft Myers
Friday drive to show in Orlando
Saturday fly home to Nashville
Monday Show at Sommet Center
Tuesday have Sarah at airport at crack of ass
I know what alot of people think and i can hear your snickers but you know what, suck it. I have been a fan since 89 and trust me by now i can handle it. I know it is a little different, and i know it is a little extreme, but you know what it is no different than going to a football game every sunday, following your team religiously, and going to playoffs or the superbowl. It is no different than going to Bonnaroo and sweating your balls off for 3 days. Everyone has there THING, that something that puts the sparkle in their eye.

I am so fortunate that my life and my family let me have this life. I am so glad i have best friends who live in Florida and Louisiana so we can travel and see shows with a smaller price tag than some might have. I am fortunate that my husband lets me have my little "jaunts" and i am glad i have family that helps take care of Coen when i need help.

I am so excited that the boys will be back here, in my town, on my turf, where i know my way around....Now if the backstage pass fairy can just remember my address and blow some of her magic my way maybe all of my dreams can come true.....

March 16.....Let's Get This

Somewhere....beyond the sea

As if i needed another dream dashed, here it goes down the drain. My dream of being trapped on a boat in the middle of the ocean with Donnie Wahlberg has just been set, and booked by Carnival cruislines. And yes, i have mixed feelings about this. A small part of me, the fifteen year old part, would LLLLLLurve to be able to do this, with my best friends. Drinkin, and sunning, and caravanting around the high seas. Hell even my 33 year old self wants to do this. But i still have my misgivings, and here they are in no particular order.
1. Prices start at $900, yep, your read it right. Almost as much as my mortgage (something i did not have at 18.)
2. I cannot, no matter how hard my alter ego tries to convince me, leave my husband at home with my son to sail the high seas with the New Kids (although if someone else was paying i could probably force myself.)
3. I got motion-sickness on the Star Wars ride at Disney, so a big ol boat is prob not a good idea.
4. $900......
5. Of all the people in the world I really dont want seeing my fat ass in a bathing suit I think Donnie-freaking-Wahlberg is right up there at the top. I got diet myself down a hundred pounds by may but i would probably be in a hospital with a feeding tube when the boat set sail, or close to dead.
6.Being trapped on a boat with thousands of other crazy "blockheads" does not really seem like a good idea, possibilities of being thrown overboard in a rysh to get to your fave guy are a real probability.
7......$900
8.I am still hoping that there is a summer tour where i can get in my "Facetime" with a lesser threat of death or bodily harm.
9. I amfraid it will turn into a Rock of Love cruise ship version with skanks at every corner, and that mixed with the alcohol and rocking of a boat is surely to shoot up my hurl factor.
10. And lastly, $900
But the private concerts, meet n greats, and facetime would be sweet...So for all of you, like me, not going, i am with you. And for all of you who are going, i will try and not be a sore loser, but Suck It!!!!

Inspiration

THIS cracks me up

The-photo

Okay, so this is the photo that has started this new weight loss endeavor in my life..I had ordered a new dress for Terras wedding, and it was too tight (imagine that) so Juli and I went out t find dresses. I found this really cute tshirt dress that i thought looked really cute on me. It was comfortable and it hid all my jiggly bits. I thought i looked tooooo cute, it wasnt until i saw the photos that i really realized what a FAT ASS i was.
I can hear you now, "How did she Not Know,".... I know I know, i dont know. Even when i had to buy a maternity shirt for work to cover my gut, i really didnt know.
Now i know....I am past the depressed part, and the why did i do this to myself part, that took a few weeks. Now i am onto the angry, motivated, doing something about it.
I have been eating healthier this week and started hooping and we joined the gym, so i am on my way.
I really want to get pregnant and refuse to do that at my present weight, so that is a factor, as is the impending reunion tour this summer....
so keep me and my fat ass in your prayers.....

Hula hooping kicked my as

Wow.....
So tonight i decided to step outside the box and do something i have wanted to do for years. So, me, a cup o joe and phil valentine headed up to Nash-vegas to atten my very first hula hoop class. Yes, i said hula hoop. Hooping was never something i could do growing up, and i had seen it done a few years ago, so i wanted to give it a try.
So i put my virgin hooping skills in the habnds of Sunny Becks, AKA Hoopgirl, hula hoop extroidinaire. She made me find my "boom boom" and after an hour i was able to keep my hoop up for about 15 seconds, to the cheers of my classmates, until it clattered to the floor.
When the hour was over I was shaky and dripping with sweat. And grinning, and laughing. I had never sweat so much at the gym, or laughed so hard working out. I wish i could go back tomorrow. I cant wait till next week. I ordered my own hoop and i am ready to go.
I think hooping might have just saved my life.....