I thought I'd take a moment and recap the best of my 2011. 2011 was an amazing journey for me. Many ups and downs, highs and lows. Although there were many great things that had happened (especially with Olivia) I only have a couple of months that really stick out for last year.
February - after 75 long stressful days, Olivia got to come home from the hospital.
May - Daniel and I were able to purchase our first home. It feels so good to be able to provide for my family. Olivia has her own room and a play room. Danny has a "mancave" and the dogs have a HUGE fenced in yard. I never knew what pleasure could be brought from watching those to silly dogs run and play.
November - We received the news that Olivia would not need a shunt. Tears of happiness filled our eyes has we felt a huge relief being lifted off our shoulders. We still have to have follow ups with the neurologist and MRI's, but right now everything is going great.
December - Olivia turned 1. What an emotional and wonderful day. It's amazing to see how far she's come in just 1 year. She is taking this world by storm. December was also amazing because Olivia was home with us this year to celebrate Christmas.
I can't wait for 2012. I look forward to every day it brings me. I can't wait to watch Olivia grow and learn. She is such an amazing girl. I also can't wait to conquer the changes that I want to make with myself. Personal, Professional and Economical. I want to be the best mother, wife, daughter, and friend I can be. I want to finally get rid of all this excess weight, all the sadness it brings with it and be free of the shame it causes. I want to be the best worker I can be for the State of KS. They are amazing to work for and helped me out a great deal in 2011 when I needed time off for Olivia. And I want to learn to manage my money, pay off debt and provide for my family. I've never been able to manage money or lose weight, so this year, I dream to do both... May my dreams come true~
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Sunday, January 15, 2012
Monday, June 22, 2009
Monday Monday...
Good Morning Monday!
98 for the high with a heat index of 107! Sizzling!
When it's 82 degrees when you wake up and you are sweaty getting out of the shower... you know the day is going to be blah.
I ran out the door and decided to hit up McDonald's for a ice tea and maybe a biscuit... well I am notorious for never carrying cash, I debit card everything I buy, yes even the $1.00 tea. Well today, McDonald's decides to accept cash only. At first I was like you've got to be kidding me, I've sat in this drive thru line 10 minutes! Put out some signs! Then I decided that it's for my own health and went to work. For those who know me, you know that when this chubafata girl doesn't get food, she gets cranky.... :)
More Monday for you, 7:30 am. My computer at work decides to not work! I don't know what it is, but it just randomly decides to dye on me about once-twice a week. I swear the Computer Guy has it bugged just so he can make money! But as you can see, finally up and running by 10:00.
Headlines: 25 worst neighborhoods in the US. What's that? #8 is Kansas City, MO? No surprise to this girl. Oh and #6?! Every day I turn on the news just to hear who was shot, stabbed or beaten. What I find interesting is the study shows what your chances of becoming a victim are. The #6 KCMO Neighborhood of 64128/64127 is 1 out of 7! And the #8 KCMO neighborhood of 64110 is 1 out of 8! I don't like those chances! The #1 city is Cincinnati, OH 45210/45214.
Click here if you'd like to see if you're neighborhood is in the top 25.
I hope everyone had a good weekend and is having a good Monday!
98 for the high with a heat index of 107! Sizzling!
When it's 82 degrees when you wake up and you are sweaty getting out of the shower... you know the day is going to be blah.
I ran out the door and decided to hit up McDonald's for a ice tea and maybe a biscuit... well I am notorious for never carrying cash, I debit card everything I buy, yes even the $1.00 tea. Well today, McDonald's decides to accept cash only. At first I was like you've got to be kidding me, I've sat in this drive thru line 10 minutes! Put out some signs! Then I decided that it's for my own health and went to work. For those who know me, you know that when this chubafata girl doesn't get food, she gets cranky.... :)
More Monday for you, 7:30 am. My computer at work decides to not work! I don't know what it is, but it just randomly decides to dye on me about once-twice a week. I swear the Computer Guy has it bugged just so he can make money! But as you can see, finally up and running by 10:00.
Headlines: 25 worst neighborhoods in the US. What's that? #8 is Kansas City, MO? No surprise to this girl. Oh and #6?! Every day I turn on the news just to hear who was shot, stabbed or beaten. What I find interesting is the study shows what your chances of becoming a victim are. The #6 KCMO Neighborhood of 64128/64127 is 1 out of 7! And the #8 KCMO neighborhood of 64110 is 1 out of 8! I don't like those chances! The #1 city is Cincinnati, OH 45210/45214.
Click here if you'd like to see if you're neighborhood is in the top 25.
I hope everyone had a good weekend and is having a good Monday!
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Chubafata
So you're asking yourself.. what is chubafata? Let's start out by making sure everyone is saying it correctly.. Chub-a-fa-ta.
Chub-uh-fuh-tah.
So back to the original question, what is chubafata? It's my word for fat. My husband has banned certain words so I wont be so negative about myself. Fat and chub are just 2 of those words. So I decided to make up a new word that he can't band.
Let me get back on track to what i wanted to blog. It is no secret that I am a very big girl. I'm like a mcdonald's menu. small, medium, large or supersize? Supersize is me. I have had problems with my weight my whole life. I've grown up being picked on and made fun of and embarassed to the point of tears. Most people in this world don't know what it's like to be large. I know you are probably sitting there thinking to yourself "why doesnt she just diet and exercise" Well I can't tell you how many times I've tried... I get so frustrated with how I am, that I just fail. I have got to be the only person I know that can sit and eat a piece of birthday cake and watch the biggest loser.
Again, i've gotten off track... My cousin, Marie, and I went out on Sunday to some local stores. Marie is also a large girl, so you can imagine the looks we get when people see us coming. It's sad to be honest. I get so tired of people staring at me like im a freak in a circus or like i've done something wrong by being in public. I can usually block out the stares and snickers. But Sunday, I had enough. Marie actually had to ask one kid to stop following us around the store and staring at us. Things didn't get better at the next store either. One kid called us scary and made sure his friends and even his father looked and laughed. The father said, "yea i know lets go." Let's go? like they coudln't even be in the same section of the store as to chubafata girls? And what makes me even more angry about being out on sunday.. we were dressed up! We were in nice, expensive (that doesnt matter) clothing, with our hair styled and make up on and we were still getting made fun of. I know the sterotype of chubafata people is that we are sloppy and smell and dont give a crap about what we look like.. well if that's the case, around the corner stood a fairly large woman in old, torn, ass eating sweatpants, a t-shirt that was too short and showed her belly and greasy hair.. and she got no comments or glares at all! It just makes me so angry that parents don't teach their children that people look different in life and that we are all different sizes. And not one of the parents made their child appologize for embarassing us.
I know when it's time for me to have children that i have every intention to raise them knowing that god made us all different, and if i ever hear of or catch my child being rude to someone becuase of their looks... then you betcha they will be marching right up to them and appologizing.
Chub-uh-fuh-tah.
So back to the original question, what is chubafata? It's my word for fat. My husband has banned certain words so I wont be so negative about myself. Fat and chub are just 2 of those words. So I decided to make up a new word that he can't band.
Let me get back on track to what i wanted to blog. It is no secret that I am a very big girl. I'm like a mcdonald's menu. small, medium, large or supersize? Supersize is me. I have had problems with my weight my whole life. I've grown up being picked on and made fun of and embarassed to the point of tears. Most people in this world don't know what it's like to be large. I know you are probably sitting there thinking to yourself "why doesnt she just diet and exercise" Well I can't tell you how many times I've tried... I get so frustrated with how I am, that I just fail. I have got to be the only person I know that can sit and eat a piece of birthday cake and watch the biggest loser.
Again, i've gotten off track... My cousin, Marie, and I went out on Sunday to some local stores. Marie is also a large girl, so you can imagine the looks we get when people see us coming. It's sad to be honest. I get so tired of people staring at me like im a freak in a circus or like i've done something wrong by being in public. I can usually block out the stares and snickers. But Sunday, I had enough. Marie actually had to ask one kid to stop following us around the store and staring at us. Things didn't get better at the next store either. One kid called us scary and made sure his friends and even his father looked and laughed. The father said, "yea i know lets go." Let's go? like they coudln't even be in the same section of the store as to chubafata girls? And what makes me even more angry about being out on sunday.. we were dressed up! We were in nice, expensive (that doesnt matter) clothing, with our hair styled and make up on and we were still getting made fun of. I know the sterotype of chubafata people is that we are sloppy and smell and dont give a crap about what we look like.. well if that's the case, around the corner stood a fairly large woman in old, torn, ass eating sweatpants, a t-shirt that was too short and showed her belly and greasy hair.. and she got no comments or glares at all! It just makes me so angry that parents don't teach their children that people look different in life and that we are all different sizes. And not one of the parents made their child appologize for embarassing us.
I know when it's time for me to have children that i have every intention to raise them knowing that god made us all different, and if i ever hear of or catch my child being rude to someone becuase of their looks... then you betcha they will be marching right up to them and appologizing.
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