Barlow Girl - Thoughts of You

I've been crying and meditating over this song all day. (thank you, pandora) I haven't literally been crying all day, but for the most part it's been a pensive day. A flood of thoughts and memories have continually washed over me and it has almost felt overwhelming.

In the last few weeks there has been an echoing theme in all that I hear and read and it's been about recognizing and enjoying the moments that make up this journey. It seems to have presented itself t me in the strangest places from an acquaintance's "laws of fighting" (click here), a devo from Girlfriends in God (click here), UBD daily word emails, songs on the radio, in my quiet time, movies, and fictional reading. Although, I've understood the concept for many years, it's just now sinking into the secret places of my heart. While listening to this song I was finally able to sit back and sincerely thank Him for this momentary lack of peace/discomfort and a bit of uncertainty.

I hope you enjoy this song. It's simple, sweet and worship provoking.

Call upon me in the day of trouble;

I will deliver you, and you will honor me. Psalm 50:15

It may not be according to our time line, but He will deliver us.

Trust in Him.

Enjoy the heartache.

Enjoy the waiting.

Enjoy the process.

Consider it pure joy as the author and finisher of our faith disciplines our lives.

Lost In Translation

While starting a round of leg extensions a friend approached me to see how training was going. I was trying to focus on the set, but he kept asking me questions, to which I answered with nods, forced smiles or shoulder shrugs. So much for gym etiquette... he wasn't getting the hint so I took a quick break to chit chat. Our conversation was pretty standard, but he said something as he was leaving that caught my attention. He said "Ok. Well, have a goodnight. échale ganas."

échale ganas. I kept repeating it to myself, understanding fully what he was saying to me in Spanish, but when the thought was considered in English all meaning vanished from me. It's a difficult phrase to accurately translate because it can easily mean so many things, and it occurs to me that yet again the English language is sometimes flavorless. In this particular instance he was telling me to give it my all, hit it hard, do my best, etc.... Even as I translate for you, I feel like it's still not enough to fully describe what he was saying to me. It's almost as if it means, give it my all with an extra measure of something much deeper, more positive and hopeful. Work harder than hard!

To all my ladies who are climbing those mountains and waiting it out - échale ganas.

Love y'all.

shady

an undisclosed temptress emailed this to me tonight! She knows....oh, she knows very well....All I gotta say is that this beanie wearing Italian Rugger, Sergio Parisse, is ahem... =) very attractive. I like ruggers. I like the way certain men look in beanies and this man is rockin' it! If only y'all could see him smile, it's presh! Goodness gracious!

Photos

These photos make me smile!

Uyen, showing off her fancy pantene hair. I had so much relaxed fun at her wedding reception. I heart this woman, big time!

Roddey. Messed with the bull and got the horns! Just kidding! I mess with him all the time for no apparent reason. I thought he'd look cute sportin' a pair of kid swim goggles. The teal goggles + his purple monkey = one hot mess! We're so much alike it's crazy! (Minus the dry humping...I don't dry hump! lol)

Mita!!! I love you most of the time!

Nolan. He's cool. He's messed up in the head. He was the cutest puppy, next to his daddy Texas, of course. Oh! and Roddey! (Roddey was completely delicious when he was a puppy!)If I had a bigger place I'd consider calling him my own, but I highly doubt my sister-in-law and nephew would part with him. He's fun to walk with and semi "special" to jog with. He gets easily spooked and hasn't quite figured out that running directly into and clipping the person that's jogging beside him is highly dangerous. It's especially dangerous if said jogger is a BBW! He just don't know!! If all this woman went down because of him....you better believe he's gonna feel it cause I'm gonna make for dang sure I land on him! =)

What the heck?!?!

It's been days since this fast has started and it seems that the trials are slowly starting to roll in. These trails are small, very small, and not all that tempting, but nonetheless men that I may have previously dated or talked to are suddenly starting to emerge from all over the place, the gym, random text messages, emails, phone calls and even facebook!!

Ah! I'm glad these tests are starting off slow, it'll be good for my spiritual muscles to build some endurance. Before the fast started I sat down and heavily considered my greatest temptations and made a plan of action. I know they're coming, not sure when or how, but I'll have to face them sometime.

This journey isn't even about men, but about the things I hold on to so tightly. Affirmations, compliments and attention make me feel good, but with all feelings are often fleeting. I long for something much deeper.

I'll keep you posted.

2010

Last year to the day I was recovering from oral surgery. It's pretty funny thinking about it now..the chipmunk cheeks, the drug induced calling and texting, and inability to feel my face left me hungry and completely unable to feed myself. Who knew scooping a spoon full of milkshake from the container to my mouth would be such a challenge. I didn't know anything was amiss until I felt the sticky ice cream dripping down my chest. I wasn't amused.

The months that followed into 2010 were different. Very different. I'm more than happy to put this year behind me.

I look forward to 2011. God has called me unto himself for a season without distraction, and that means no men. For those of you who know me, you already understand that this is gonna be an interesting ride as I begin a 6 month fast from men and sugar, a few of my idols. In regards to men, that means no dating, talking, texting, chatting, emailing, etc. In regards to sugar well....this pains me as much as it does saying goodbye to men. I love me some sugar and that means no ice cream or other sugary treats.

Another round of Recovery at the Village will begin in the next week for me as well. We'll see what other festering wounds God will uncover. Beware my chicas, if this next round is anything like the first, you already know! haha!

Happy New Year!!

Chain Gang

I've been dancing around to this song for the last two days. I like it!!

Found this version tonight and it makes my heart squeal with delight. I've always been partial to this sound. As a little girl I used to have a fascination with music from this era, perhaps my Dad had something to do with that.

Roddey.

I was inspired to post a picture for the previous post.

Quite possibly the cutest picture of Roddey-Monster
Don't let the face fool you......he's not as sweet as he pretends to look, but he does have his moments.

Us having a moment after a quick play in the snow last year.

*Renatta & Uyen I can totally hear "awwwww-ing" right now. I love you!

Another Lesson

Earlier today I emailed my accountability partner, Dane. I was having a 'moment' and needed to write it out for her. Later that night, the moment had long passed and nearly forgotten, she returned my email. Her sweet reassurance and firm grip on truth drove my heart into prayer.

While praying I could hear my dog outside my door. He was sniffing and scratching to get in, but because the door was firmly shut he wasn't able to bulldoze his way in, as is his habit. A few moments later my sister opened the door and he came flying into the bedroom. I could hear the clinks of tags and the huffing of his breathing as he searched for me. He darted into the bathroom, then onto the bed and finally he found me moments later on the floor (not my usual place, so it took him a minute). He all too eagerly jumped into my lap, tail wagging a mile a minute, and eyes searching my face with concern as I was crying. Listening to the way he earnestly searched for and found me, was humbling. He loves me dearly and rests well knowing that I'm within site or touch.

I desire to liken this scenario to my relationship with God, but sadly that's not the case. Why am I not so often eager to find him, even knowing that He's always available to me? Typically, I surrender and crawl into His presence when I'm hurting or scared, but not so much so when I'm elated or angry.

Shortly after my moment with Roddey (my dog). I read this blog post by Paul Tripp, it was perfectly timed. Read it here.

Washing Dishes

Generally, I'm not a huge fan of washing dishes, however, I love washing them with my nephew. It's the coolest thing to watch him learn, he's such a sponge.

I'm looking forward to relearning so many things with this little dude.

Runner's High

The video below was embedded from this website. It inspires something deep within me.

A Runner's High by Ben Redmond from Mishmash on Vimeo.

Thank you for all who prayed for me yesterday.
I took the risk and it was difficult.
I was challenged and it sucked.

Breakfast

I sat at my computer with a bowl of cereal in hand this morning before work and decided to visit an old friend's blog. Her writing always stirs my heart.

today was no different.

Please read

http://knowing-him.blogspot.com/2010/06/returning-to-place-of-failure-joshua-8.html

Are you a Christian?

That's a pretty standard question around these parts.

Last night around 8pm I was asked "How risky would you say your life is in regards to your spiritual walk?" After a bit of thought I came to the conclusion that it's not. I haven't had to take a risk in such a long time and I've had this gnawing feeling lately that my time is up once again.

The Risk: I recently made the acquaintance of someone who, in a very short time, I've grown to deeply respect and admire. I have a desire to see this new friendship grow, but I'm afraid that our spiritual differences may stand in the way. I have to take the risk and share what Jesus has done in my life, but because I've typically been such a spiritual mess I feel ill equipped to represent us as a body.

Today I was openly asked by this person, via email, if I was a Christian. God has evidently drawn the line. I can either stay where I am and risk nothing or take the risk.

Pray for me. Pray that I would surrender my will, open my closed fists and walk in obedience.

Delicious!!!

I wasn't going to post this until tomorrow, but I couldn't stand it any longer! My sister (Margarita Infante) had a photo session with our brother, sister-in-law, & nephew, Deavin a few weeks ago at Teddy Bear Park. This little dude wore them all out! I don't think she's ever had such a trying photoshoot, but the end results were well worth it!!

I'm unable to decide which photo is my favorite as I love them all. He looks like such a big boy in the far right photo. I love it, but it causes me to realize that time is moving so much faster than we even realize. Last November he was only 5 months old. ahhh!!!

Photographer: Margarita Infante

Christmas Card 2010

I just finished this tonight! I hope y'all like it! It took me forever to find photos of us in 2010. Apparently we were a bit camera shy this year. Go figure! Merry Christmas to all!!!!!!

Looking forward to 2011 BIG TIME!

If you'd like a card email me your address. *muah*

Just one bite

While putting together a Christmas card for 2010 I came across this photo. It cracks me up. He's so intense and desperately wants some of my Cheerios. I almost felt sorry for him. *almost*

On a side note. He must've just gotten back from the groomers because he's still waering his little neckerchief dealie, which he normally rips off as soon as he's able. Also, note that his girlie 'do was totally my bad. Apparently I don't explain myself well to the groomers because this was the end product of my specification. Sorry, Roddey.

Another Gym Moment

Last night I headed to the gym a bit later than usual and I wasn't all that surprised to see new faces. However! I was semi surprised to see a hipster-esque guy wearing an argyle sweater, scarf, skinny jeans, leg warmers and red converse workin' his hipster biceps.

I unloaded, grabbed some gear and headed to an empty spot. While selecting some free weights that were positioned directly in front of him I caught a glimpse of the both us in the mirror. He was pretty to say the least with this perfectly spiky hair and I was looking rather rough in my yoga pants, shirt, frizzy curly-hair pony and minimal make up.

Suddenly the train of thought in my head came to a complete halt when I remembered this line from Sixteen Candles.

hahaha! Life is so great! Love y'all!

Urban Dictionary - Ma'am

You see?!?!!?! I'm not the only one who feels aged by being ma'amed!

(I left out some of the other, ahem, more colorful urban dic defs)

ma'am	28 up, 29 down
	buy ma'am mugs, tshirts and magnets to call a woman "ma'am," especially when she is (or thinks she is) way too young to be considered one. (some twenty-something): oh my god, that waiter just ma'amed me. (a friend): ha ha, you got ma'amed by a guy twice your age!

Ma'am. He called me Ma'am.

A few weeks ago while shopping at Wal-mart this rather cute post college aged cashier guy and I had a 'moment'. It wasn't super flirty just semi fun flirty. I remember heading out to my car and thinking 'awww he was cute, and God.... you gave him really pretty eyes.'

end of scene.

Earlier this week I headed to Wal-Mart post my workout to grab some sick supplies for my sister, who started feeling ill earlier that day. I did my rounds, checked out and headed for my car. Just as I was fixin' to unload my cart, I heard this loud crashing sound and it startled me (because it was too close for comfort) so I jumped, semi squealed and clutched for some invisible being in the air. hahaha! I wouldn't have been a big deal, but when I searched for the source of the noise I came to find this younger guy at the opposite end of the cart station, you know the place where we're supposed to leave our carts!!, smiling and semi laughing at my reaction. I playfully screamed "YOU SCARED THE CRAP OUT OF ME!!" and he apologized, but continued to laugh. Another guy Wal-Mart cart guy appeared and asked if i was OK. I was smiling when I said "yeah, I'm good, but I like how your friend over there asked the same question but couldn't keep from LAUGHING AT ME!!" They both laughed and apologized again, it was all in good fun.

When I finished unloading I asked them what they wanted me to do with my cart. I didn't wanna be a dork and walk all the way to the front of their cart stacking pile and mess up their system and I also didn't want to seem rude and just leave it in the recently cleared out cart station. Thankfully they were nice and let me just leave it in the empty station thingy. As I was about to get in my car the second Wal-mart guy says "I hope you have a good night, ma'am" it was then that I noticed it was cute wal-mart cashier guy from a couple weeks ago and he just called me ma'am..................

In one hand I was super proud of our Texan boys for having proper Texan manners, but in the other I was also heart-dented when I realized I was now a "ma'am". Not cool. totally not cool. :)

Christmas 2010!!

It's starting to look like Christmas. This weekend my sister-in-law was off with a fury putting up the Christmas Tree and decorations. While she was busy with that my job was to keep little dude busy and away from all the glass ornaments. He was so tiny last year to even care about the tree, but I imagine that this year will be quite different! Merry Christmas, Y'all!

8 Moves - 20 minutes

Let's just say that 2010 wasn't my best year. I've been so off and on, here and there...it's not cute and it's so coming to an end. With that being said, I've consistently been back in the gym for about a month or two. Things have gone well and I'm starting to feel stronger.

Without having Chadwick by my side to rack my weights and basically tell me what to do, (it's so easy to go into robot mode with a trainer) I've had to dig deeper and research on my own. Learn about muscle groups and exercises and combinations that will keep me moving and burning. It's a challenge, but it's fascinating too.

One would think that after so much time in the gym that it would be easy to get back into the swing of things, but let me tell you something, if you don't use it, YOU LOSE IT!! The muscle I put on back in 2008 & 2009 basically went to crap and turned into into nasty fat. It came back with a vengeance and was pocketed differently than before. I never really had saddle bags and NOW I DO!! it's not cute, but it's also reversible. Praise God!!

Anyhow, I digress.... While perusing Women's Health Magazine online I found this cool workout called Power Pairs. I decided to start my routine with this 20 minute circuit and it was good, very, very good.

Here it is

http://www.womenshealthmag.com/fitness/toning-exercises

Check out the video too & let me know what you think.

More Beauty

29 Nov 2010 Character - The Beauty That Lasts ...clothe yourselves...with the beauty that comes from within... 1 Peter 3:4 When it comes to beauty, get your perspective right: 'Don't be concerned about the outward beauty of fancy hairstyles, expensive jewelry, or beautiful clothes...clothe yourselves...with the beauty that comes from within...' (1 Peter 3:3-4 NLT). The public relations department of a beauty products company asked its customers to send pictures along with brief letters, describing the most beautiful women they knew. Thousands of letters came in. One caught the attention of the employees and was passed on to the president. It was written by a boy from a broken home who lived in a run-down neighbourhood. With lots of spelling errors, an excerpt from his letter read: 'A beautiful woman lives down the street from me. I visit her every day. She makes me feel like the most important kid in the world. We play checkers and she listens to my problems. She understands me. When I leave she always yells out the door that she's proud of me.' The boy ended his letter saying, 'This picture shows you that she is the most beautiful woman in the world, and one day I hope to have a wife as pretty as her.' Intrigued, the president asked to see the woman's picture. His secretary handed him a photograph of a smiling, toothless woman, well advanced in years, sitting in a wheelchair. Sparse grey hair was pulled back in a bun. The wrinkles that formed deep furrows on her face were somehow diminished by the twinkle in her eyes. 'We can't use this woman,' said the president, smiling. 'She would show the world that our products aren't necessary to be beautiful.' *********************************************************************************************************** Beauty. Just today I was sitting at the edge of my bed thinking of just that.... In the silence of my heart I ache to be beautiful by my own standards, not by the standards of God. There's a long list of things I desire from a flat tummy, to well muscled legs and arms, solid muscular booty, a narrow waist, well rounded hips, a smaller face without a double chin and perfect hairless skin! =) I don't desire to be skinny, but curvy, thick and delicious. I desire to be not different, but normal in a Marcy kinda way. I was semi saddened when I realized that my ways are not his ways. My thoughts are not his thoughts. I sat for a second or two more then instantly moved the thoughts from my mind and started moving. I went about my day. Busy. Keeping myself moving and not allowing a moment to sit in silence to see what is really there. (Greed, bitterness, jealousy, confusion, laziness and apathy... they all reside within me.) The moment to ponder arrived when I sat before my computer to check email. Yet again God, in His infinite goodness, used the UCB word for the day to shed some light on my heart and draw me to him.

Beautiful?

I can't remember where I found this photo, but my instant reaction was "when did this become the standard for beautiful?" What are your thoughts?

He Loves Us (You & Me)

Wormish

It's no secret that I've been a bit lost lately. When I say I've been lost I mostly mean that I haven't felt like I've know who I am, what I want to do, or not do, where I'm going or where I should be. Lost and pitiful. My identity was so wrapped up in who I was at my former position and who I was a woman who was finally conquering obesity... with a failed career and a slowly moving train wreck away from victory I've been in a sad state of affairs.

I'm currently reading Grace Walk by Steve McVey, it was given to me by my former boss. I've picked this book up more times than I can remember and I've never been able to get past the first two chapters. However, tonight was a different story as this deep desire was nagging at my heart to pick it up once again. I'm so glad that I have, because yet again God's timing has proved to be perfect.

McVey writes: It's important to see yourself as God sees you. You know how a caterpillar becomes a butterfly through the process of metamorphosis. The caterpillar weaves a cocoon around itself and a short time later it emerges as a butterfly.

McVey then references Bob George, Classic Christianity. George writes (and it's rather brilliant!) If you were to see a butterfly, it would never occur to you to say, "Hey, everybody! Come look at this good-looking converted worm!" Why not? After all, it was a worm. And it was "converted." No, now it is a new creature, and you don't think of it in terms of what it was. You see it as it is now - a butterfly.

In exactly the same way, God sees you as His new creature in Christ. Although you might not always act like a good butterfly - you might land on things you shouldn't, or forget that you are a butterfly and crawl around with your old worm buddies - the truth of the matter is, you are never going to be a worm again!

How awesome is that?! I know it's simple and I know we've heard that analogy a thousand times over, but today I got it for the first time - all over again! Rejoice with me, butterflies. We are worms no more!

Waterbabies & Summer Fun

You're about to see a HUGE part of my heart and life. I can't remember a moment in time when water wasn't a part of our childhood. As a family we spent countless hours at the neighborhood pool. Little did I know then that my passion for everything aquatic was sparked.

When I moved back to Texas a few years ago, I was so certain that God moved me back here to open my own swim school. It hasn't worked out completely, but I know He's up to something because He's orchestrated my meeting a good number of familes through church and life who have needed swim lessons. A few families in particular have haunted me for years each summer for more lessons!!! :) You know who you are and I love you for it too!!

I have fantasized about teaching my nephew how to swim since the first few moments I knew of his existence. Here are photos of his first class with Aunt Marcy. These photos were taken by my sister who's an aspiring photographer! I'm hoping to get more of her work on this blog SOON!!

I wish y'all could see this photo played out in real life. It's so much fun!!!

I love this shot! My sister couldn't have captured it more perfectly.

(above)I love this photo!! Remember it. You're going to see it again. :)

(Below) here is my delicious nephew. He's generally a happy baby, but he's exceptionally so while doing "Humpty Dumpties". This exercise teaches them to return to the wall instantly after falling into the water. It's fun for them and it's SAFE!!

So, my news.... I need your prayers. I've decided to officially give it a go. My swim school will be called Texas Waterbabies!!! If I could do anything for free for the rest of my life this would be it! Teaching infants, toddlers, & children how to swim and respect water is what I'm most passionate about in this life. I'll have my website up and running soon. I'm currently on the look out for an indoor heated pool. If you know of any please, please let me know.

I'm excited and nervous to see how this will play out in my everyday life.

Love it!

I have no words...... You'll see for yourself. His little legs just crack me up!!!!

I can totally hear my girls laughing, in particular Pegs. I'm sure once you've watched it you'll be snorting with laughter!

Core

I've also learned that having a strong core making your life so much easier! I'm not talking about easier in the realm of doing your taxes or solving interpersonal issues, but I'm talking about movement - both spiritual and physical.

Sir Chadwick would forever say things like "tighten your core when you're walking" or "align yourself" or "pull from your core". When I say "core" I'm talking about everything that makes up your stomach/abdomen area and lower back. It seemed that everything we did from walking on the treadmill, to squats, to planks, even biceps curls it all involved my core. I wasn't able to understand the benefit of it all until much later.

There was a day when I found myself getting up off the floor and my movement were so fluid and, dare I say, nearly graceful that it surprised me. I used to have to roll my body over until i was on my knees, then i'd kneel on one leg, and either press my hands down on the opposite leg or on the couch just to get up. It was an ordeal for sure. But, after some time I begin to notice that I moved and carried myself better and much more easily, despite the heaviness that still hung from my belly. I was stronger all around and my balance was much more evident. It also seemed that because my core was stronger that all my other muscle groups seemed to cooperate and respond with efficiency.

There's a parallel for my physical core conditioning in my spiritual life as well. When my core is spiritually sound I also move about this world much more easily. I don't lose my balance and fall into pits. I don't lose my balance and verbally vomit on someone. I don't walk around sloppily. When I'm reading, praying and actively engaged with my spiritual family life is good and in check. There's balance. There's strength. There's accountability. And, there's peace....

This is one of the last moments that I remembered myself in total balance. These are from April 2008. Chadwick and I had just stopped working out and I was excited to see what God was fixin' to do...Little did I know that this was the very very very beginning of a 2 year downhill spiral.

Mita & Uyenie

Renatta & Moi

(and my peek-a- boo belly)

Sara & I

A Few Things I've Learned

1. Sometimes it's best to shallow your pride and bite your tongue until it bleeds.

2. God gives and takes away and it's always because He knows best.

3. Faithfulness is for every day living.

4. A few minutes of exercise is better than no exercise. Exercise is like washing dishing....I don't like setting up the dishes for the wash, but once I've started and progress is being made, it's really not that bad. It's the starting that always kills me.

5. I'm not gonna die if I don't eat that extra spoonful of ice cream! =)

6. Somethings are just better left in the past.

7. His mercies are new every morning.

8. At the end of the day, no matter how filthy and disgusting I am or have been, I know in the stillness of my heart and the darkness of the night He still beckons me to return to him.

9. True friendship is always worth fighting for and NEVER to be neglected.

10. Out of the abundance of the heart, the mouth does speak.....

11. I'm at my worst when it's all about me for any extended period of time.

12. Eating an entire pan of lemon bars won't be worth it in the end, no matter how good they taste with cold milk.

13. Debauchery isn't all it's cracked up to be.

14. Attention from men (even the incredibly- make your mouth sweat with delight, he's too beautiful to even touch kinda man) gets old.

15. I like being a BBW (big beautiful woman) and getting more comfortable in my skin, but I won't be satisfied until He's been gloried with this temple.

16. It's never a good idea to compare yourself to others. I am, who I am. I can't be anyone, but, Marcy and I'm ok with that.

17. There's a deep ugliness that resides within my heart and it can be provoked at the drop of a hat. it's not pretty.

18. Life was meant to be lived, not hoped for or dreamed.

19. Having a bucket list is good. Checking off all items on the list isn't necessary, and some of those items should've never been considered important enough to be put on a bucket list when it was all said and done.

20. Children keep me grounded. Babies don't smile because they want or need something, they're just happy. Adults should spend more time with children.

I know these were random lessons. I have so many more to add. It's been an interesting few years and I'm just now starting to understand some of the lessons that were started long ago. Perhaps I'll start sharing once again.

Should be studying....

Sooooooooooooooooo, I should be studying. It's a beautiful Texas day. The weather is perfection and I have so much work to do before Monday. Finals are next week and I really need to get my booty in gear! =) You might wonder why I'm blogging. Well, let's just say that I'm struggling right now!! I can't focus!!

This is what's on my mind.

I love the smell of fresh strawberries. I love them even more when they've stained my fingertips and I smell like strawberries! God is so cool to have made them so delicious and so pretty and RED!!

My nephew is growing like a weed. I can't stand how much I love him. here's a recent picture and by far my favorite. He's been gifted with a light heart. He's easily entertained and for the most part always smiling. I have, however, noticed that he does have a bit of the Infante temper. It's a bit humorous for the moment.
I lost 2 lbs last week! yay! current weight is 352. it's amazing how I don't even sweat giving out my weight digits. Obesity is one addiction you can't hide since we wear it daily. If i was a crack whore I may be able to get way with hiding, don't you think? lol

I've also come to terms with my body. I love being a curvy super chica. However, i wanna be a smaller version of my current super chica-ness. I dont want to be tired all the time. I wanna be able to walk and not grow weary, and i wanna be a faster triathlete! And I don't freakin' wanna worry about flying!!! I hardly talk about the whoas of obesity, but I seriously dread flying. Just the though of wedging myself into a tiny airplane seat gives me the sweats! But, it's really not even about the seat, it's about the people sitting next to me. I don't want them to be uncomfortable and i don't want to be the cause of their discomfort.

mmmmmm, what else? Work searches are going well. Nothing major to report. BTW Chrissy.... I know we don't know each other but it's still great knowing that you read this blog. i actually thought of you not long ago and smiled at your encouragement. thank you.

Pegs! why would you visit my trails? Is it because you think i'd make a mockery of our judicial system?!? LOL I'd most likely get kicked out of a courtroom for making friends with the jury. Happy Birthday!!! (again)

Here are photos of us celebrating Pegs' birthday last year!

Ok. Okaaaay!!!! I'm gonna study now!!