Best Fitness Advice Ever

It's quite simple really. Are you ready for it? Ok, here goes:

Don't take any fitness advice from me.

I've been pretty consistent with my routine for a few months now. And oddly enough it's not working. Perhaps you'll help me figure it out? I do weights and cardio. I watch what I eat. I log what I eat. And I feel fantastic doing it. I've putting the kids to bed and running down to my cold basement to do my thing at night. One problem? It leaves me energized so I don't sleep right away and so I'm tired the next day.

No, I can't work out in the mornings. The glue from my sheets is set to release me *just* in time to get myself and the kids ready in the mornings before leaving for work. No deviations from the plan. Getting up at 5:30 in the morning is just ridiculous. At one point I fooled myself into believing that I would get up and start my day right. I did it a handful of times and that was it. Nigh time works better for actually having a routine.

But really... it hasn't been working lately. (Here comes the problem you were supposed to help me solve) I mean what's wrong with working out one full week, and taking two off, back on for one more week and then two off again, and so on and so forth? A routine, is a routine, is a routine... why does it matter that its not often? No need to answer, really. I know its bad. I wish it was easier. I was doing good (3 weeks straight) until I found out about losing my job, and that was.... umm... a lil over 3 weeks ago. My inspiration is gone and I'm oh so sad. And not happy. Boo. =(

It's Not You, It's Me....

I have recently been given this line.
Well, not in those exact words but let's no get technical, kay?

The company I work for has decided to brake up with me.
Well kind of. The big people decided that my position is no longer necessary to help them with their business. They are WRONG and they will find out soon enough. And no it's not bitterness talking it's just the truth. I work for a huge company- very well known- so for legal reasons I will not be getting into details. Hundreds of us across the country are going to be out of a job so don't go thinking that I'm not a hard worker. If you think that low of me then you think that low of all those other people that none of us know, so behave. We are just victims of this horrible economy.

I've known for a couple of weeks but I suppose that I have been living in denial. They are offering some of us the opportunity to stay for different positions but that's no good. I worked hard to get where I am and I don't want to step down, I simply don't think it makes any sense for me. Besides, the working hours are in no way family friendly so I decided to take whatever pay off they are giving me, spend some quality time with the kids and win the lotto. OK, so that last part was just wishful thinking, in reality I'm considering going back to school. I'm not sure if its a possibility yet since I have the twins and a mortgage to worry about but we shall see. In a way I feel that this is a push from the man above and if I don't take a leap of faith now, then when?

I have until the end of March. At that point I will be joining all of my unemployed peeps and I'm very nervous. I am also very very sad. I cannot believe that I have to say good bye to all of my co-workers and friends. I've worked with them for many years and having to leave is heartbreaking. My life is about to take another big change, am I ready? Nope. Oh Boy.

Knock, Knock...

Who is there?

Apparently not me...
Maybe I'll go to bed...


Did that even rhyme? Did it make sense? I dunno...
This right here is just a test to see if anyone in the web world remembers me. I think I died but came back to life. If you watch TV or read silly books then you'll know that it is entirely possible that what I'm saying is true. How else do you explain me writing now after so long? Exactly. And we all know its not a ghost writing cause that's not possible, so there. That's what happened, I died... but I'm back =)

Disconnected….

A few months ago my Cell phone died on me, my precious beloved Droid just went and kicked the bucket. This was a sad moment, very sad indeed. Take a moment and breathe in the reality, God knows I’ve done that a lot. I know you understand the feeling, the emptiness and sadness that has engulfed me..... well at least If you live in this century then you most certainly understand me.

After about a week of being phoneless I remembered I had my old blackberry so I happily and excitedly activated it and I’ve been using it for the past 2 months…. I hate it. There was a time (years ago) when no one could say anything bad about the blackberry because I loved it, I mean LOVED it. Now? After slamming it with a  droid smartphone for over 2 years I want to throw it on the floor and jump on it until it becomes powder.  Phone calls work, BBM work but Internet or apps or texting? Not so much =(

Me not having my  droid smartphone is affecting my life profoundly. First of all, I cannot blog. Or read blogs. Or stare at my kids on their blogs. I cannot check up on people on Facebook. Or google anything. And on top of all that its making me fat. (Exactly!) My world is colliding from within. The blackberry has Internet… sure, but it takes forever and a day to even open a page up. I have Internet at home… sure, but its in the basement and my time is taken up by two adorable little ones and my TV right upstairs. And I’m sure you are wondering why its making me fat, well, because I cannot get the darn app where I log my food and exercise and stare at people’s before and afters and daydream its me, that’s why. It held me accountable believe it or not, I need it back! NOW! *sniff* The point is my phone is important because I only get to connect myself to the outside world during my lunch break and we are not allowed Internet at work so therefore I’m disconnected and therefore I’m dying.

You may be wondering why on Earth I haven’t gotten a new phone. You are a genius! Just like the kind of phone I want… well, I wondered the same thing. It’s because of Jeff. He has this crazy idea that we should save some money by changing plans, I mean I get it… we shouldn’t pay any extra money for our cells if we don’t have to… but at the same time Jeff shouldn’t want his wife to die because of this, right? Geesh! OK, I’m being just a tinny bitty dramatic here, I know, I know. Whatev! It's just been so long suffering and even though the light at the end of the tunnel is right around the corner I'm getting more and more annoyed by my blackberry. Our plan expires in less than 2 weeks, on the 22^nd… my birthday. And as much as I didn’t want to turn 31 so fast,  I cannot wait for the darn day to come so I can have a new droid phone. I think he just planned it so that I can be forever grateful that he is going to get me what I want the most on my birthday… smart husband actually. I would appreciate it a lot more if I was connected to the outside world though, just saying.

The Twins are ONE!!!!

Last Saturday my babies became toddlers. 

They are now walking and "talking" and dancing and clapping and throwing kisses (mostly Noah) and playing peek-a-boo (only Noah) and waving hi and bye and saying "whoa" and "hey" (only Natalia) and loving their parents. This last one I'm throwing in there because I want to, there is no actual proof, but I'm stating it as a fact... because I can.

We had a Monkey theme. As you are about to see:

Awesome monkeys:

 Playing with balloons

Noah pinning the tail on the donkey

BULLSEYE!

He is so good =)

(I didn't help him... I swear....)

Natalia pinning the tail but blocked  by Daddy :-/

Natty and her Pinata

Noah and his Pinata...but he is knocked out

Doing the limbo!

Cake! Cake! Cake!

And all these monkeys had fun:

My darling niece Zammie and her teddy

The two most handsomest baby boys EVER!

Amar and Noah

 My Mom did some awesome tricks and games and had

everyone enjoying themselves. Here she is doing a silly

 skit of my monkeys:

The lil peeps joining in the fun 

Girl & Boy monkey and other animal cake pops

Cakes and extras:

 The kids favor boxes

 The big kids favors =) 

The invitation

The Thank You card 

Living Life Halfway...

There are some people (mostly young carefree people) who live their lives to the fullest. Not me. Not because I’m not as young anymore (shocker!) but because I quite literally am living my life halfway. Everything I do is in the middle of the opposite of whatever it is that I am doing. For example:

• I sleep half awake. I have to pay attention to every turn, moan or fart the babies make at night.
• I walk around half asleep. Obviously because I’m sleeping half awake.
• I half cook. By half I mean my other half cooks. Jeff gets to do the honor since I usually get home around 8pm with the kids. Mostly, we bake stuff. We bought a slow cooker and if you can guess, well… its half opened.
• I half blog. Hey! This one is not a surprise, I blog on the kids page (almost) everyday but not on this one. Kids take priority, even in the in the web world.
• I enjoy half a weekend. I usually work on Saturdays so I get Sundays to half clean, half spend the day with the kids and half rest.
• I’m half a mother. I hand them over to my sister for 10 hours a day while I’m at work. This one sucks for me even if the kids are in great hands.
• I/we, half do food shopping. We’ve hardly spent the time or money on an actual supermarket shopping trip. Instead we food shop for the other two, more important, people in the house: Natalia and Noah.
• I half loose baby weight. I lost the weight for one baby… still working on the other one.
• I have a muffin top, but reversed. My bottom half has the muffin.. so its a normal half top with a muffing bottom. Sexy.
• I'm not as big as I think I am but I'm not as small as I think I am. So perhaps I'm halfway somewhere there. This means my clothes fits funny. My tighter fitting clothes makes me feel too self conscious because of my frontal ass and the bigger clothes fit baggy.. and yet I  hide behind it wear it. I am not shopping for other clothing because I will fit in my clothes again and because financially, well, its stupid. (since it will be baggy soon enough) (a girl needs to dream... and not waste $$)
• I half eat. Well actually I eat fully I just half chew, since the kids were born I've gotten used to eating very very fast, so fast that I chow down my food in under 5 minutes. Bad, very bad.
• But the kids? I love them double. Each one of them. I have at least not divided my love in half for them. Something had to be doubled, right? And what better than my love for my twins? Everything else will have to just suck it up.

Was there really a storm???

Umm, yeah....

For those who said that Irene didn't do any damage... well thank goodness for that. Some people are disappointed, seriously? I couldn't believe people's upset reactions on the news about it not being as strong as predicted. If it was really strong... like really really strong, what do you think would have happened to my car?? It only has a few scratches, yay for that tree not falling fully on it!