For Easter we gave our youngest son Logan, a very small suitcase. It’s almost like mini Samsonite luggage, it has the extendable handle and the wheels, but it is also fuzzy like a teddy bear, and has a beany bear sized Baby bjorn mounted on it’s front.

It’s *really* cute, and he loves it alot.

The other morning I was surfing online when logan called “Mommy! mommy come look!”

So I did.

Three words:

EL

OH

EL

I’m wondering if anyone reading this has tried the Kettlebell training exercises?

The infomercials and online ads look interesting, but I’m wondering if it really works. If you have used it, and if it worked for you.

I’m thinking that this slurppee and these nachos I am scarfing down aren’t helping my cause, and I do feel a tiny bit guilty that I AM eating these snacks while blogging about weight loss, but dude. SO NUMMY!

Anyway. Kettlebell training, Yes or no?

I was reading a blog post this afternoon about a woman whose laptop was starting to be a total jerk to her.

One of my biggest fears is that I will go to turn on MY laptop and it won’t turn on, that I will lose all my pictures, that I will have to be without ANYTHING until we can afford it, so I started out reading the post with trepidation.

She would turn on the laptop and find it had not charged, it was like the laptop wasn’t recognizing her power cord. She would set it on her lap and it would be fine for a bit, then the screen would dim and thigs would start flickering again. Finally, she got tired of the laptop misbehaving so she called her boyfriend over. he happens to be somewhat of an expert of computers and other electronics.

He took the laptop from her and gave it a pone over. Then he handed it back to her, laughing.

She had plugged int eh power cord, just… not all the way! The cord was jiggling as she moved around, hence the flickering.

I would say that she is definitely NOT the right candidate for any IT jobs!!!

Anyway. Her post really amused me, and it made me remember a time, way back in high school, when I had a blond moment, every bit as her power cord related blond moment was!

I had a little red car. A Ford..something. I can’t remember what exactly, but it was a small two door, four seater. it was old, it was rusty, but it was mine.

One day, after school, I went out to the parking lot, climbed into my car and turned the key. Nothing happened. I tried again and again, and still, NOTHING happened! Since it was an old car, I figured that something under the hood was wrong, so I went over to a group of guys who were smoking and asked them if they could help me. Naturally, with MY luck, the one guy who came over to help was one who I had quite a crush on.

I figured he would just look under the hood and tell me I was screwed, but instead he got into the car, put the key in and tried to turn it. When nothing happened, looked at my dash, then started to laugh.

Seems that I had been in a hurry when I got to the school that morning and had stopped in my spot, then shut off the car – without taking the car out of the DRIVE gear.

In case you did not know, a car must be in PARK to be turned on. It will not turn on in any other gear.

Last night, inbetween reading nuphedra reviews, and researching new exercise moves to flatten my tummy, I searched online for a dress.

I’m not, NOT, a girly girl. I have very few dresses. I have a very nice outfit that i can wear to any dressy occasion – in the winter, but i have nothing dressy for summer. Sure I have some very comfortable summer dresses, but nothing that would do for a wedding.

And we have a wedding to go to in August.

So I spent a few hours online looking for the perfect dress. the perfect dress HAS to be inexpensive. I am the epitome of cheapness and HATE spending money – especially on my self – even more so on an item of clothing that will only be worn once.

Oh, and it has to look good on me!!

I ended up not being able to find ANYTHING that I wanted. Even when I bumped up the amount I was willing to pay, nothing caught my eye.

In desperation I tore apart my closet again, hoping there was something, ANYthing in there, I opened up a box I had shoved in the very back of my closet. It was a box my Step Mother had given me LAST summer. In the box was a very nice dress. it looks gooood on me, its casual enough to wear to..say the mall, but with some nice accessories and the right shoes, it will be awesome for the wedding.

And the best, BEST part of it, it was free!

Now I just have to find shoes!

A few weeks ago, my husband downloaded a free app for the iTouch. It’s called 2009 facts, and with each shake of the iTouch, a new fact appears. One of the facts was that Non-Smokers live on average 6.5 years longer than a smoker.

Hubs said – see that isn’t too bad! (We are both smokers)

I said to hubs, Your dad is seventy.Would you rather him live ten more years or sixteen and a half? He agreed that 16.5 is the better option. (duh)

Taking into account the fact that hubs and I are both smokers, and that my mother died from lung cancer, hubs and I should *really* be doing some term life insurance comparisons.

It is a fact, plain and simple, that smoking is a dangerous activity. Its DAMN hard to quit, too, and it is irresponsible of us to not have any after death plans in effect for the children. Hubs has a plan through work, but it isn’t for a lot of money, and it isn’t good enough.

I try not to think about it, but maybe I need to buck up and do somehting about it!