No, not my books at the library...I took those back a long time ago and now I'm dealing with late fees.
Not that monthly thing....as the equipment is missing.
Not the Redbox DVD, although, yes, it is overdue.
Almost a whole week has gone by and nerry a thing to post about other than having a raging sinus infection. This one really knocked the wind outta my sails. I missed 1 day of working out due to the SI, Monday. Other than that, I've been a good girl! Even though my head is spinning and my ears are all stuffed up along with my nose, I still work out. Even though at some point in the workout when I go from lying down (abs) to standing up (strength) I tend to get really dizzy and wonder if I should sit down. But no!!! I carry on and do what needs to be done.
Our little boy became a Webelos last night. Crazy. He also had a birthday on Monday. We took him to Jumpin' Jacks, this little place nearby that is a warehouse filled with blow up toys to slide on. The extended fam came along and if I hadn't been feeling lousy, I would have enjoyed myself. We brought him home and had cake/ice cream and gave him presents, two of which required batteries. We hadn't checked, so yep, poor birthday boy had to wait 24 hours for batteries!
Since its been an entire decade, I'd like to reminisce a little. We were going to name him Christian. We called him Christian for a few hours even. Then we both looked at eachother and were like, NOPE, not gonna do! We love his name now, it is unique and fun and STRONG! It frequently gets misprounced and even more frequently gets misspelled. Mostly like this: Maxon. As in Max-on, max-off. Lame.
It's okay though. I knew what I was signing on for when I gave my kid a name like that. After all, I have to spell MY name EVERY SINGLE TIME I tell it to someone. Even people who've known me for years get it wrong. I try not to be offended, but sometimes I like to razz friends about getting my name wrong.
When we brought Mack home from the hospital our house got filled up really quickly with two sets of neighbors, a sister, an old mission companion and her boyfriend, and his new puppy. I was on stimulation overload. Harold couldn't understand why I told them to get everyone OUTTA there (ok, not my mom or sister). Any post-partum woman understands, right?
I can't believe it's been a decade. But, here is some good news. I weight 32 pounds less now than I did then. Wow, that rocks! Now onto my next BIG goal, weighing what I did when I got preggo with Sav. It's gonna be a while, but I'll definitely be blogging about it when it happens!