Monday, January 25, 2010

Saints...Who Dat?

Hey, Brett!
We going to the big dance, baby!
The Saints are Super Bowl bound.
Living in New Orleans, Saints' football was a part of your life.
They may not have always been winning, but they always had fans.
Post Katrina, you couldn't have wished for anything more than this moment...
and it has arrived!
With our BB guns (Bush and Brees) ready, we are going to shoot the lights out in Florida at Super Bowl XLIV.
"Who Dat, Who Dat, Who Dat in dat Super Bowl?"

Wednesday, January 20, 2010


This week was a long, sad week. A friend/cousin-by-marriage died. He died from a drug overdose. It was a shock, but not unexpected. I am not going to write about him, though. I am writing today about my middle brother--a drug addict. My brother never smoked a cigarette until after he graduated from high school and in this rural area...that's a big deal. Maybe not now, but it was 20 year ago. I tell you this because smoking is normally the most common drug addiction.

My brother played football. He had many friends. He was always the funniest person in the group. Now, he is a broken down shell of his former self. I love him and I love to see him, but I expect him to be dead by 40.

He has 3 kids by 3 different women and the family never gets to see them. I feel sad for us, but I can't imagine how he lays down at night to sleep not knowing where his kids are, what they're doing, who they're with...I'm sure this fuels his addiction.

Normally, my blog is not a platform for sad stories and hard times, but today is a new day. A day I get to enjoy my life, my kids, my husband, and my future. I want that for my brother, too. I ask for your prayers and your advice on this problem that hurts my family, but is crippling my brother.

We have all tried speaking to him. We all pray for him. He has been to jail and stayed for enough time to be clean, but we all know how that goes, right? The riff-raff you meet in there leads you even farther away from getting help. Again, we are all at a loss. We just hope he finds his way back to us soon...or it may be too late.

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Elliptical music

I am really loving my elliptical. In 30 minutes, I can burn about 550 calories. Now, If I could cut some of my daily calories...I would be on a roll! I have been listening to XM, 20 on 20, on Direct while working out, but when I flip over to Broadway...the hubs will exit. Since I can plug the iPod into this machine, I had to buy some new songs. Here are a few of my new faves; please, do not pay attention to the lyrics.

Imma Be-B.E.P.
I Can Transform Ya-Chris Brown featuring Lil' Wayne
Sexy Bitch-David Guetta
Give It Up to Me-Shakira featuring Lil' Wayne
Jump Around-House of Pain
Crazy Possessive-Kaci Battaglia
Jump-Flo Rida
3-Britney Spears

Then I cool down to whatever comes up on random....cause I'm cool like that, but it's normally the soundtrack to Wicked.

Thursday, January 14, 2010

I like Big Butts. Not really, but the hubs does!

*Just something funny today.
My husband, who drank a few with his pals last night, is lying in bed beside me when I ask, "What is my best feature?"
He quickly retorts, "your butt".
I say, "You're just saying that because your hand is on my ass!".
He then says, "well, there is something to convenience."
I'm such a lucky lady.

Monday, January 11, 2010

My husband hasn't had a bath in 5 years!?

I'm sitting in the tub, shaving my legs, when my mind starts wandering and wondering. I yell to my husband, who's watching a football game in the living room, "When was the last time you had a bath?". I know he heard me, because he muted the television.

He walks to the bathroom door and says, "huh?".

I proceed to tell him that it had just crossed my mind, since my bath was so warm and relaxing, that I couldn't remember a time that I had ever known him bathing. Turns out he couldn't remember a time either.

He walked away, perplexed I'm sure. I burst out laughing. I'm not sure why...just did. I guess because I know him and I know for the next 10 minutes...he was sitting there trying to figure out how my mind works and what brought me to this observation/question. LOL...that's how I roll. I've got to keep him on his toes or it will get boring...or he will commit me.

Friday, January 8, 2010

Baby Olivia is here!

Today in Memphis, Tennessee, on Elvis's birthday, my baby brother became a "baby daddy".

Miss Olivia Lauryn Elise Dillon was born to two very proud parents, Jamie and Brandon Dillon. She weighed 7 pounds and 8 ounces and was 21 inches long.

Olivia is surrounded by her parents and grandparents at this time, and will have many more visitors when it warms up. (I know!)

Olivia, Aunt Sis loves you and can't wait to kiss your pretty lil' cheeks.
Aren't babies the best gift from God?

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

It turns out, I'm skinny!

One of my dearest friends got a Wii for Christmas and she and her 5 year old were setting up Mii avatars. When it came to creating "Aunt Christy",
turns out I got to be thin.

Now, I am heavier than my friend, but in the eyes of her 5 year old...I am not! The two of them recently had a conversation about weight and how fat is not a nice word. Which leads to the following conversation:

Mom: Well, is Mom fat?
5: Yes
Mom: Is Paul (Mom's BoyF) fat?
5: Yes
Mom: Is Aunt Christy fat?
5: No

OK, so I know she had a great time sleeping over the other day, and I did let her have a cupcake, fresh from the oven--but with no icing, right before bed. She and Claudia did play the Wii a few times, and I tried to teach her how to play UNO, but who knew that I would be the one to come out a winner.

I am NOT fat, maybe only to a 5 year old, but hey it's a start...Marilyn Monroe was a size 12--that's pretty, damn close to me now. I think I'll just cut out the McD's tea and I'll be thin before summer!


Monday, January 4, 2010

...and so it begins.

I am not resolving to lose weight this year. I am pledging to not be owned by a size or a measurement. I am pledging to be happy and to love the life that I have been given.

I want to be an example to and for others. I want to make my kids proud. I want to make my husband realize how blessed he is to have me. OK, that's not right, I need to realize how blessed I am to have my husband. :o)

This year, is going to be one where I eat more apples, pursue my dreams before they disappear, and I make life better for those around me.

Seems simple enough, hope I can do it. I can only "pledge" that I will do my best! How's that?