of goodness.
First, I miss my husband. He just left this morning, but I'm wishing he was here. Instead, he's apparently going to be flitting around with some influential woman for some military thing or another. (I'm being purposefully vague, but even that will probably get me into trouble.) Anyway, if any one of you influential women happen to be reading this? I know he's hot. Especially in that uniform. Go ahead and look. Enjoy. Just remember who he comes home to :) (Hey, babe . . . make sure to wear your flight suit home, OK?)
This week? Flew by. Work is INSANE. Weirdly insane. Not just the normal kind. This was also the week that Dylan decided to be lazy and enjoy the last parts of summer. No play-dates. No fantastic outings. Just lots of Legos, Roblox and Age of Empires. Which all apparently equal a good time in his book.
Camping last weekend? Good times. It was hot when we got there on Thursday, but it cooled down over the next few days. We spent time out on the lake, visiting with friends - old and new, burning things in the campfire (the boys) and simply enjoying the time away. Halle was amazing. She was all about the dirt. But she had fun and was pretty easy to hang with. Dylan, as always, was easy and fun :)
Disneyland is just five weeks away. I keep reading about how crowded it is this week and am so glad that we're going in September instead of the summer. So, so glad!
Jenny Craig. Or "Sister Jenny" as my friend Mindy calls it. I joined today. I have been stuck/in total denial/beyond all help with WW. So although I don't believe in diets, per se, I just paid some big $$$ for some crap food. But I'm going to try it for eight weeks (less Disneyland) and see how I do. It's easy (although not so yummy, and controlled). And that seems to be where I am lacking. I'd like to dump 12 pounds over the next eight weeks (including Disneyland :)). My official goal with my good friend Keri is 10 pounds in 6 weeks. Wish me well and don't buy me any Oreo Cakesters (Tricia).
Drama. Well, there was some. Involving a former friend. And now I'm over it. Nothing to see here . . . moving on.
Next week is Dylan's last week before school starts back up. We're planning a water-park trip and a movie and maybe even some bowling. Whew!
My BFF (of almost 20 years) is coming for a quick visit next weekend. I. Am. Excited. Hurry home, KJ!
I watched a friend walk through some nasty custody/support/mediation issues this week and it took me back to the heinous ugliness that Dylan's bio-dad put us through. Although it was by and far the hardest thing I've ever been through? It taught me more about faith and trust than anything else I've ever walked through. As I was praying over her? I felt so clearly the protection and peace that God had given to me eight years ago. Wow. Eight years ago. Crazy!
I have a funky rash/bite/weird thing on my lower back. And I can't see it well enough to self-diagnose. So I took a 1/2 a Benadryll. Which means I'm getting very woozy :)
And did I tell you about my belly button? How my former piercing site kept getting all nasty and stuff? So they punch-biopsied it on Monday, in an attempt to get rid of the cyst-track that had formed. We won't know for a while if it worked, but I would like to point out that I am sick-to-death of these sutures. Which come out this Monday. Unless I take them out sooner. Ew.
With that, the Benadryll has taken over and I am outta here!