BoBo's Haircut

I had the most brilliant idea that I would shave BoBo instead of taking him to the salon (and yes, he does know what the "salon" means) I would buy a pair of cheap clippers and do the job myself. I mean, how hard could it really be? It's just a dog. So I buy a $15.00 pair of clippers on Saturday and give him a bath that night so that by Sunday morning we're both ready to shave. Well, let's just start out by giving you the whole picture, okay. First of all, I don't have an electrical cord big enough to stretch outside so we do it on a sheet in the middle of the living room. I start in. buzzzzzzz, buzzzzzzz, buzzzzzz BoBo is doing great just sitting there acting like he's in the salon. More buzzzzz, buzzzzzz, buzzzzz. I'm thinking to myself, man this looks like crap. Why isn't this working? After I had just about completely shaved him, almost an hour later, it kicks in that I've been shaving him the entire time wrong. I was going against the grain when I shulda been going with the grain of his hair (insert Homer Simpson DOH here). Here are a couple of pictures of BoBo's after. I'm pretty sure he was thinking to himself, "Mom, I look stupid."

Sisterly Advice

The other day when I was talking to Jo, I told her how I wanted a greasy hamburger and fries and chocolate cake and candy. I never did go and get all of that crap, but she said, "One day of eating bad didn't make you fat."

Movin On Up

By the title of my post today, ya'll are probably thinking I won the lottery or something, right, "Movin on up"? Nah, I didn't win the lottery -- at least not yet, according to my fortuneteller and "lucky" numbers on my fortune cookie. I'm talking about jogging. Last night after working out for a week and a couple days, I decided to jog. I wasn't even sure if my legs could do it. I started out a little shaky, but then off they went. Of course it was only 2 1/2 minutes, but then I caught my breath and did another 2 minutes. Isn't that amazing? Isn't it pathetic that I'm excited I jogged yesterday for 4 1/2 minutes in a 60-minute workout? Well, all I can say is I'm movin on up!

Ssssshhhhh, It's a Secret

Today I had to sign a confidentiality agreement before the deposition started so that I would not talk about the case. At first I was a little hesitant to sign the waiver, but then I was like, oooh, this better be juicy. It was. The end.

Ooowee Day 3

Well, I'm on day 3 of not smoking and doing fantastic. What isn't doing fantastic is my fat belly. Apparently underneath my fat is some muscles I never new I had. They decided to come forward and say to me, "Hello. I'm your muscles. I know you forgot about me, it's okay, cause you know I'm here now." As I tried to roll out of bed, I thought, holy hell Karen Lezamiz (volleyball joke.) For those of you who don't know Karen Lezamiz, she was the assistant coach who for the first two weeks of volleyball would pound you into the ground with the training camp. After the first two days you could barely sit on the toilet, by day three your feet had blisters, and by day four you wanted to call in sick to practice. At least it's a good pain, not a Karen pain.

Lifestyle Change

Well, ladies and gentlemen, I have finally done it. I have joined a gym. I never thought I would join any gym, but I joined the one and only Meat Market Gym. That's right, I joined Gold's Gym on Sunday and have now had my third workout. You know that song, "What a feelin (da, da, da, da) What a feelin" yeah, that's right, I LOVE IT!!!! I'm back on the wagon with no smoking. My first full day again and have had only two cravings. I know now that I will not smoke again because working out and smoking and asthma don't go hand in hand. Mom thinks I should take a before and after picture and submit it into the Today Show (I think the segment is called the Joy Fit Club.) Anyway, my goal that I'm announcing to the world is to weigh 134 pounds by my birthday when I will turn 34 in 2012. Thanks Gold's Gym and my friend Cindy for convincing me to change my life. ;)