tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69534677342352768912024-02-02T17:14:47.112-06:00Good-Bye Fatty McButterpantsKimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01677626406016281434noreply@blogger.comBlogger191125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953467734235276891.post-31365052248394680542011-04-28T23:03:00.000-05:002011-04-28T23:03:14.249-05:00Please PrayFirst of all my family and I are fine. The tornadoes went just north and south of where I live. However communities around the state are not, they are devastated by the tornadoes that ripped through the state. Tuscaloosa, where I was born, is completely torn apart and my heart goes out to those families. I watch the news and just cry. Please keep everyone in your prayers.Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01677626406016281434noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953467734235276891.post-21803561332781499422011-04-10T13:38:00.000-05:002011-04-10T13:38:53.990-05:00Whaaaat???It has been almost a month since I have posted. That's horrible! But I have been busy with work and school. I love my new job! I like the people I work with and the doctors are great. I love working with the animals and owners (for the most part...there are some crazies out there!) Part of me has not blogged because I don't think I am really worth of it. I have not lost any weight lately and I know it's all my fault. I really, really have to kick start something to get back on track. I have to start eating better and getting more exercise. It sounds so simple, doesn't it? I am still in a funk, but I am trying really hard not to let it affect me, but that's hard too. I don't feel like I have any support anymore, but that is really no excuse. I had this tool installed for a healthier life and come hell or high water I am going to get the most out of it, starting right now!Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01677626406016281434noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953467734235276891.post-82922546896930943962011-03-16T12:55:00.000-05:002011-03-16T12:55:55.337-05:00Awesome News!!!!!Last week I went on interviews at 2 animal hospitals and today I got the call that I got the job at the one I really wanted! I am so excited! I am officially a vet tech again :) I was a vet tech in FL for 3 years and then became office manager at the animal hospital for the last 3 years I was there. I absolutely love this work! I love the interaction with the animals and the owners. I have to admit I am very happy about wearing scrubs and tennis shoes everyday! I know its weird, but I with my weight where it is I am not a fan of wearing heels everyday and getting dressed up. I think that once I lose more weight I will be more excited about dressing up. I am happy that I am moving forward with my new life!Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01677626406016281434noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953467734235276891.post-69574794706753356582011-03-04T00:54:00.000-06:002011-03-04T00:54:54.432-06:00A little bit of what's going on....<ul><li>It's a bullet point kind of day</li>
<li>I am still here and still in my funk. </li>
<li>An update on the fires - they are under control. </li>
<li>My dad and stepmom leave tomorrow morning for 4 days. I get the house to myself. I think we are all looking forward to this mini vacation. </li>
<li>I am starting to see a counselor to deal with my issues. I internalize waaaaaay to much stuff and it's not healthy. I am so grateful to be able to talk to someone outside of my family about my problems. </li>
<li>I feel like my life is in chaos and out of control still, but I am working on me. I will get it under control if it kills me.</li>
<li>My dog, Gracie, is a huge faker for sympathy. She started limping yesterday and when I paid her some extra special attention without Moose around, it was like a Festivus Miracle...she could walk without a limp!</li>
<li>I have become addicted to the show Criminal Minds...thanks mama.</li>
<li>I am still thoroughly enjoying school. I am doing a lot better than I thought I would, but I also put a lot of pressure on myself.</li>
<li>I am not losing weight like I want to, but I am also not gaining so I am not going to beat myself up over it. I am making the necessary changes and the scale will start moving down soon.</li>
<li>I am completely annoyed with the commercials for The Foundation for a Better Life...have you seen those? They have a good message, but after I see it for the 874th time, it's annoying. </li>
<li>I miss my family.</li>
<li>My cat has started snoring. He sleeps in my room, most nights at the foot of my bed, and a couple weeks ago he started snoring. It's strange.</li>
<li>I need (ok, mostly want) a new purse. Mine is like a black hole when I need to find something. </li>
</ul>Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01677626406016281434noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953467734235276891.post-6308906927293482722011-03-01T00:27:00.000-06:002011-03-01T00:27:45.411-06:00FiresHey y'all. Please pray for the people in Mims, FL and North Brevard FL. There is a major wildfire going on. It is only about 2 miles from my moms house and already threatening some friends houses.Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01677626406016281434noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953467734235276891.post-67087941578054662992011-02-25T14:33:00.000-06:002011-02-25T14:33:25.139-06:00Wow it's been a while since I have done one of these - BYOC<div style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><strong>1. Are you a heavy or light sleeper?<br />
</strong>Sleep is hard for me. I don't fall asleep well at all. I try my hardest, but I just lay there thinking about everything I need to do, what is going on in my life, etc. When I do fall asleep though I guess it is pretty sound. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
<strong>2. If you were made into a professor for a day, what topic would you lecture on?</strong></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">Not really sure.....I know pathetic answer</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><strong>3. What’s a skill you’ve always wanted that you don’t currently have?<br />
</strong>How to dress prettier and more stylish</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
<strong>4. Have you ever been in a real cat fight?</strong><br />
No, I hate confrontation. I get all weepy and scared. I have a hard time confronting my parents about stuff let alone a stranger. However I will say that since Joe left I have found some confidence in myself. I do stand up for myself more, but far from cat fight status.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
<strong>5. Repeat question: Summarize your week in real life and in blog land.</strong></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><strong><br />
</strong></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">Blog land - Ok, I guess. I am still in a funk and don't really want to talk or interact with anyone, so it's hard for me to post stuff now. But I am reading them!</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">Real life - I hate to be Debbie Downer all the freaking time, but it sucks. I am just having a difficult time right now with depression. I feel like my life is in chaos and I need to get it under control but I can't. I am really trying to stay positive, but it's a struggle everyday. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><strong><br />
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</div><div>I took the video of Moose below a few weeks ago when we had some snow/ice on the ground. It doesn't happen very much for us down here in the South, so I thought is was funny that Moose ran full out to get the frisbee, but when he brought it back he was very cautious. It makes me laugh! </div><div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyWP5O9nRKcsbvusgoRL1klNzifBlIuNjP1AFgCv1aA2tBAcQE8g3CeIW4n7xW0QT-NIvHhxQYrOP3vPaFZoA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"> I realize that I am probably the worst frisbee thrower and I hate the way my voice sounds in this video</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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I know it seems like I am being a whiny baby about things, but I am being honest with myself and letting myself experience my true feelings instead of pushing them down. I guess another thing that really bothers me about the situation is that I have not gotten any kind of support from my so-called best friends in FL during this divorce. I try to be upbeat and happy and the token funny fat girl. That is what everyone is used to me being all time. I feel like I am letting people down when I am not funny all the time or upbeat. I don't expect people to listen to me bitch about it every time we talk or anything like that, but a "Hey, how are you really doing?" every now and then wouldn't hurt. I know it's an awkward thing to talk to someone about, because I am going through it and it's awkward, but it's just shocking to me that my "friends" have not even asked me once how I am doing. I know I am rambling, but I am getting my feelings out and it's very therapeutic for me. <br />
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Good news....I got a B on my first english paper! I know, I know a B is not that great, but being out of school 10 years, I am excited about my B!! <br />
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So....How are YOU really doing?Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01677626406016281434noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953467734235276891.post-24168492900536704142011-02-11T00:33:00.000-06:002011-02-11T00:33:41.736-06:00Not feeling itI am not feeling myself lately. I can't pinpoint exactly what it is, but I'm not feeling it right now. I am feeling a bit overwhelmed and it's frustrating me. <div><br />
</div><div>I am happy that I am back in school, but I forgot how much school stresses me out. I put a lot of pressure on myself and I want things to be as close to perfect as possible. I want to get an A on every paper I write and every test I take. I know that won't happen all the time, but why do I let it bother me so much? Why can't I just accept I tried my best and deal with it? School stresses me out!</div><div><br />
</div><div>It is that special time of the month for me...yay...can you detect the sarcasm? I know this is contributing a lot to how I am feeling. </div><div><br />
</div><div>I am excited however that in 5 months I will have paid off my car! I get excited just thinking about it!! I never thought I would get this thing paid off! I am really trying to pay extra on it so I can get it paid off sooner. </div><div><br />
</div><div>I am still trying to stay positive, but I am kind of in a funk right now. It will get better, I just know it!</div><div><br />
</div>Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01677626406016281434noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953467734235276891.post-35700327011922041742011-02-02T23:29:00.000-06:002011-02-02T23:29:37.989-06:00HeavyHey y'all!! I know most of y'all have seen or heard about the new show on A&E, Heavy. I have never seen the show, but one of my dad's old teammates is going to be on this show. I am not sure when his episode is going to air, but his name is Bill Searcy. I met him a few months ago at an Alabama game and he looks amazing! He couldn't really talk about it, but I am looking forward to seeing his episode.Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01677626406016281434noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953467734235276891.post-14625258244295152052011-02-01T14:16:00.005-06:002011-02-01T15:09:57.035-06:00So......I'm not dead. I know that's what you were thinking, right? I had died? No, well I'm back anyway. I think I am officially the world's WORST blogger. I really have no good excuse at all, so I am not going to say anything except that I am back baby! 2011 I have decided is going to be MY year! I know, I know it's February 1 already, but better late than never!! Things are changing and I am excited about it. Here is what is going on with me right now:<br />
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</div><div><ul><li>I am going back to school! I was stupid out of high school and only took a few college courses and then got a job and quit school. But I am going back now and really enjoying it. I am only taking 2 classes right now just until I get back in the groove of going. I am taking a basic math course (my WORST subject) and English Comp 101. I know they are basic classes, but you have to start somewhere, right? I am doing so much better in the math class than I thought I would. I am thoroughly enjoying English. I love reading and English is was one of my best classes/subjects in hs. </li>
</ul></div><div><ul><li>I am finally going to get my divorce this year. It may take the whole flipping year to get it done, but it is going to happen this year. I kind of drug my feet at the end of 2010 about doing the paperwork. Not because I wanted to get back together with him, but just of the situation I guess. I knew it needed to be done, but I guess I wasn't ready yet. But guess what baby?! I am ready now!!! My dad a.k.a. my attorney, is getting the paperwork finalized so we can send it off to J to be signed. The reason I say it may take all year is because I know J and he will not willingly sign the papers. He is going to be an ass and drag this thing out, but it is what I expected out of him. The bottom line is that it's moving in the right direction and I am moving on with MY life. </li>
</ul></div><div><ul><li>I have miraculously found my backbone. Who knew where it has been hiding for the past 30 years? I do, it's been under my fat butt and arms and legs and everything else that is fat on me. I have not lost at much weight as I have wanted to, but you know what? It's ok, I have not gained any and that my friends is a very good thing. Since I have class every night except Friday, I am trying to walk when I get home around 8:30. And since I take Moose with me I am totally counting it as a cardio and upper body work out since I have to wrestle him on his retractable leash! Good Lord he is strong and can tangle himself around a garbage can before you can blink an eye!! Ok, back to my backbone. I have one again. I have always been the nice, polite girl who really let people walk all over me my whole life. However, now I am the nice, polite woman who is not going to take crap off of anyone anymore. I, for one, am proud to be from the South and am so grateful that I was raised to say yes ma'am and no sir and thank you. That being said, I am done letting people walk all over me. I am going to stand my ground and speak up. Of course I'll do it politely with a smile on my face :) </li>
</ul><div><ul><li>I am going to be a better friend. Sometimes I think we get comfortable in our relationships and take them for granted. I know I am guilty of this. This year I am putting more of an effort into being a good friend and putting myself out there. I am also going to be a better blogger. </li>
</ul></div><div>So this is where I am right now. Getting happier and healthier in 2011!</div></div>Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01677626406016281434noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953467734235276891.post-78502949638163529892010-12-25T22:55:00.000-06:002010-12-25T22:55:46.002-06:00Merry Christmas and PicturesHey y'all! I know I have been absent from the blogs, but I have been having so much fun down here in FL with my family!! <br />
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I hope everyone had a very MERRY CHRISTMAS!! I know I did. I am so grateful that I got to spend it with my mom, brother, stepdad and Gma. We had a day filled with games, good food and good laughs. <br />
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We had our family Christmas party last Sunday and it was so much fun!! Everyone brought something to eat and a present for Dirty Santa. We played games and had a great time! <br />
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We went to ICE at the Gaylord Palms in Orlando earlier this week and Downtown Disney and had a blast! Here are some pics<br />
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Last Friday my dad and I went to EPCOT with Maria (DizneDiva) her husband George and her mom. We had so much fun! It was a beautiful day and it wasn't too crowded. I know I must have walked at least 7 miles, so I am hoping that will equal a loss on the scale. Here are a few pics from Disney and my time with my family. <br />
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He is in the Army and getting married in a couple of weeks in Texas. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd6eshJCL-pB5ck0D4QxJ1QTx_RRpeXllqEDM-d75dVTBC3QZpQ496H24kiNWDX4nHppQAz2VOwCIix9fW-X4rNYtAXeOAQ8dqCTaTeRSb1K1c_srHK9BrZlr800OusPv5DgA9RoCpVWY/s1600/DSCN1318.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd6eshJCL-pB5ck0D4QxJ1QTx_RRpeXllqEDM-d75dVTBC3QZpQ496H24kiNWDX4nHppQAz2VOwCIix9fW-X4rNYtAXeOAQ8dqCTaTeRSb1K1c_srHK9BrZlr800OusPv5DgA9RoCpVWY/s320/DSCN1318.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> So, my mom and I wanted roastd marshmallows one night but couldn't go out to start a fire so we made due with the electric stove broiler!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguv4ja7_E92e4uABGvaeCb5GM5_QyWxh8SQuqXVvCFnUauPlPckvRzhUFqsyiXp-1yS9UKcALFYqUG1LggUDv0L9fmbLlB3kamP5IJSI49bsIr20R9EeTIuPepBmuo0J4zdZQ8zqt-YiM/s1600/DSCN1321.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguv4ja7_E92e4uABGvaeCb5GM5_QyWxh8SQuqXVvCFnUauPlPckvRzhUFqsyiXp-1yS9UKcALFYqUG1LggUDv0L9fmbLlB3kamP5IJSI49bsIr20R9EeTIuPepBmuo0J4zdZQ8zqt-YiM/s320/DSCN1321.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> My Aunt Laura and I</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjEhb-qSlqIfirm7sUe_z-UFsDV4c2bmftCv2p2DDgh5gwK7EwADhAUTGHAK7NXReGe9gninA3noMNbgQC52PkEpkNTXdmeMqLsD5EwgKLF1RnRQs0xgTdM95dygiE8EDNsIZ7Q6vC8Dw/s1600/DSCN1323.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjEhb-qSlqIfirm7sUe_z-UFsDV4c2bmftCv2p2DDgh5gwK7EwADhAUTGHAK7NXReGe9gninA3noMNbgQC52PkEpkNTXdmeMqLsD5EwgKLF1RnRQs0xgTdM95dygiE8EDNsIZ7Q6vC8Dw/s320/DSCN1323.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Me, my cousin Allison, my Mamaw and Aunt Laura</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD_jlDv-5conp2NkfGhUGREgVFkNwwy9yiXPo_sGnudfwKkPc4l1uIa6i-bO3UV3SdV5x0Bq55MuwfI9MGYOOxkCgUJGJJGGlaqLY8S_1YqsCIyOWt4mjmizWgW58ZH5UQPy7WCJoX1Hs/s1600/DSCN1325.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD_jlDv-5conp2NkfGhUGREgVFkNwwy9yiXPo_sGnudfwKkPc4l1uIa6i-bO3UV3SdV5x0Bq55MuwfI9MGYOOxkCgUJGJJGGlaqLY8S_1YqsCIyOWt4mjmizWgW58ZH5UQPy7WCJoX1Hs/s320/DSCN1325.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center">Me, my cousin David, my cousin Allison and my cousin Phil</div>Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01677626406016281434noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953467734235276891.post-85068438099417437662010-12-09T00:08:00.000-06:002010-12-09T00:08:02.820-06:00Going HomeTomorrow morning at the crack of dawn (well, maybe more like 6ish) I am going home to the Sunshine State. I am very excited to be spending Christmas with my mom, step-dad, brother, Gma and the rest of my FL family. I am also very excited that on Friday my dad and I are meeting Maria (DizneDiva) at EPCOT for the day! Disney truly is my favorite place! I especially love it during Christmas with the decorations. I have never seen the Candlelight Processional, so I am looking forward to that. I am also looking forward to walking around the park 55 lbs lighter! I don't get winded anymore walking around, so it is going to be great! I am sure I will have plenty of pictures to post! Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01677626406016281434noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953467734235276891.post-77099946257464501692010-12-05T15:08:00.000-06:002010-12-05T15:08:59.683-06:00LaLa LandThat is where I think I have been living with my band and life for a while now. I had a nice long talk with a sweet friend today who kind of opened my eyes to some things I need to change. <br />
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I am so happy that I got this band. It honestly has been the best decision I have ever made. It has literally changed my life. I cannot imagine where I would be right now (weight-wise) if I had not made the decision to have this surgery. I have not been posting a lot about my weight because honestly I didn't think I am where I should be. But what I realized today was that everyone has their own journey and I am exactly where I should be. I need to start being grateful for where I am than where I'm not. I am down 55 lbs and that is awesome! I can walk and talk and not get winded anymore. I can fit into jeans that I have not been able to since high school. My face is so much thinner and I think I look pretty again. I have gotten to meet some pretty awesome ladies because of this little band. So much stuff has changed for the better and I am so thankful for that. <br />
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My sweet friend also made me realize that I have a support system (y'all) and I am not taking advantage of it. She says that I am being "too southern" and not wanting to ask for help with my problems or wanting to bother people and dang it if she isn't right! I have been that way my whole life. I have never wanted to bother people with my problems. I have always been the people pleaser and never wanting to rock the boat. I have been walked on plenty of times in my life because of this. I am going through a lot of stuff right now and it is very hard on me. Instead of asking for help and support I internalize my feelings and it makes me feel worse. I guess I just feel like when I am always complaining on my blog I think people don't want to read it or I feel like I am being a Debbie Downer. It is my nature and I want so bad not to be this way all the time. I am going to work on it, but it's a slow process so y'all are just going to have to bear with me as I work through this. Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01677626406016281434noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953467734235276891.post-13736795457273174092010-12-01T16:08:00.000-06:002010-12-01T16:08:37.466-06:00Did you say you needed a photographer?Well, if you are in FL and need an awesome photographer, check this guy out<br />
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http://atlanticcoastphotography.blogspot.com/<br />
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He is a family friend and a very nice guy. He does awesome work! <br />
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Yes, I am adding photographer pimp to my resume :)Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01677626406016281434noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953467734235276891.post-36098790644961460072010-11-30T23:54:00.000-06:002010-11-30T23:54:22.063-06:00How did it happen........that I actually LOST weight over Thanksgiving? I don't know and quite frankly I don't care!! I am just happy it happened! I didn't eat a lot over Thanksgiving, but I ate things I shouldn't have. It was great that my Mamaw and Papaw came up.<br />
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Black Friday was an event! Mamaw decided she needed a new computer and we shopped around and the best deal for her budget was at Walmart. She had it all planned out and at 6:30 on Thursday night she packed up her chair and camped out!! She was number one in line!! When my dad and I got there she knew pretty much all the employees and had them in hysterics! She is awesome. <br />
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I am kind of acting as a sort of secretary/assistant in my dad's office, which is great. The downside is having to type up my own divorce papers. I didn't think it would be as hard as it was just typing up some documents, but seeing it in black and white makes it VERY real and permanent. It's what I want, but still very upsetting. <br />
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On to some better news....I am going to FL in 9 days!! I am so excited that I get to spend Christmas with my mom and my FL family!!! It is going to be so much fun. I am also going to get to spend some quality time with Maria (DizneDiva) :) <br />
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I think I am in the zone with my band. I am losing and doing pretty good. I get stuck sometimes, but I know it is my own fault by eating to fast or not chewing enough. I am determined to get in more exercise and water.Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01677626406016281434noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953467734235276891.post-19764239303053135882010-11-26T20:52:00.002-06:002010-11-26T20:52:41.211-06:00A Day LateSorry it's a day late, but I hope everyone had a wonderful thanksgiving! Mine was great!Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01677626406016281434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953467734235276891.post-77928214459326506392010-11-20T00:53:00.000-06:002010-11-20T00:53:28.753-06:00I am BatwomanIf we are friends on FB you probably know already, but I was assaulted by a bat this evening in the garage. <br />
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My dad and step mom are installing a hardwood floor and since my dad is out of town tonight I was recruited to help my step mom. She needed a board cut so I went out into the garage to the saw and out of freaking no where this bat comes flying down at me. At the time I didn't know it was a bat, I just knew it was a gigantic black thing flying at my face!! Once he landed on the floor (and after I stopped screaming and jumping around) I realized what it was. A furry, beady eyed bat! I have seen these things in a zoo but never this up close. It started moving its wings and moving around on its nubbin things at the end of the wings. Every time I moved, it starting squeaking in what I can only assume was the attack noise to signal it was about to fly at me again. I of course did not notice that my dogs came into the garage with me so when Grace brushed up against my leg the screaming and jumping started all over again thinking that I was part of some hunting trap with a heard/gaggle/pod of bats. I started screaming for my step mom that there was bat down here and to come help me. I should mention at this point that the bat had strategically placed himself in front of the door to get back into the house and also in front of the garage door opener. Well my step mom, instead of hearing "bat" she heard "Max" which is my cats name and left me for dead while yelling "Max is up here, don't worry". Once I was able to establish that I was being held hostage by the furry killer she came down. She was afraid to open the door but she did manage to open one of the garage doors and toss me my phone. At this point I called my dad to see if he had any tennis racquets/poison/shotguns around so I could make my escape. Yea, that was a mistake. After the 15 minutes of laughing he just told me to make sure it was out of the garage before he got home! While on the phone, my idiot dog Moose went to investigate. The bat started shrieking again and I was hunkered down behind the table saw waiting for the second attack. Moose was my hero tonight however, he was able to agitate the bat enough for it to move on its nubbinwings far enough away from the door so I could slip past and inside. In my hasty retreat I accidentally left Gracie out to fend off the beast herself! When I opened up the door to let her in I did not see the bat so I can only assume it flew out. I don't know though because I haven't been out there since. <br />
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I am happy to report today that I weighed in with my lowest weight so far. I am down 52.7 lbs. I am planning on getting back on track with my exercise this week. Eating wise I have been doing pretty well. I tried the 5 day pouch test and it was not that bad, but in the middle of it I experienced some intestinal issues (not band or 5DPT related) so I had to stop it on day 3. Once everything is back to normal I plan on trying it again. <br />
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I am having lunch tomorrow with a great friend who I have not seen in a really long time. Isn't that crazy that we live 25 min away from each other but hardly see one another? It is to me at least. I am excited to see her. She really understands me, its like we have known each other forever!<br />
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I am excited that my Mamaw and Papaw are coming to B'ham for Thanksgiving. They are awesome grandparents. I am really excited that I am going down to FL for Christmas. I love spending time with my family and friends. Don't get jealous, but I am also getting to spend some more time with Maria (DizneDiva)! <br />
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Sorry for the rambling, it's 2:22 a.m. and I can't sleep so this is what you get :)Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01677626406016281434noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953467734235276891.post-38093056034988736582010-11-11T11:32:00.000-06:002010-11-11T11:32:59.563-06:00I'm HereHey y'all! I know I have not been blogging and I don't know why. I have been reading and keeping up with everyone, I just haven't had the motivation :( I have been sick the past 2 days but that does not excuse the 9 days before that. I am feeling much better today, but I am still taking it easy today because I want to feel back to normal for the football game on Saturday. We are apparently spending the whole day over in T-town and the game does not start until 7:45 so it is going to be a long day and I need to be 100%. Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01677626406016281434noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953467734235276891.post-39553334145351567262010-11-02T23:26:00.000-05:002010-11-02T23:26:47.571-05:00I Worked That Poll Like Nobody's Business!!I had SO much fun today working at the polls today! The people were awesome and it was a great turnout! I am anxious to see the results but I am dog tired. I was up at 5 this morning, at my polling station by 6 and didn't leave until around 9 pm. Now I can't fall asleep, go figure!!<br />
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I hope everyone got out there and exercised their right to vote :)Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01677626406016281434noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953467734235276891.post-70265285332747264142010-11-02T23:19:00.001-05:002010-11-02T23:58:42.536-05:00Inside my HeadSo, I just read a post about talking to yourself inside your head and wow, I do that all the time. I go inside my head more than I care to admit and beat myself up. I put myself down about my appearance, and about why I don't think people like me. Why do I do this? It's crazy! So much for not being a Debbie Downer!! I really hope I am not coming off as some psycho, I assure I am not. I am just being honest. I have figured out that this is something I have done for as long as I can remember. I was an only child for 10 years and was painfully shy. To this day before I make any decision or have something important to think about I go inside my head and talk it out with myself. The pros and cons, the repercussions of my decision. Do other people do that? I sure as hell hope so!! I have also figured out that I did this alot in dealing with my parents divorce. I would try and rationalize things myself instead of talking about it with someone.<br />
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In my weight loss journey I am really trying not just to conquer my weight problems but to also work through some things in my head.Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01677626406016281434noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953467734235276891.post-67135364422207070682010-11-01T22:51:00.002-05:002010-11-01T23:19:35.624-05:00Working the PollGet your mind out of the gutters you pervs...I am not working "the pole" but the election polls tomorrow! Get out and vote people!! Trust me, there are no openings for plus size strippers!!<br />
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On the band front I am doing well. I am down about 54 lbs now. My zumba starts back tomorrow, but since I will be at the polls until about 8 tomorrow night I won't be able to go :( But my butt will be shaking on Thursday night! <br />
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I went to the Domestic Relations courthouse today to find out what it takes to file for divorce. Even though he walked out on me and this was his doing I am going to file because he never will. What motivation does he have to file? NONE! Did y'all know it was so expensive to file? I sure as heck didn't! I joked with my stepmom today that I am going to ask people for $ for Christmas to help me file for divorce or I am going to start a website....helpkimfilefordivorcefund.com :) My stepmom posed a question to me tonight that kind of surprised me. She asked why file for divorce? What difference would it make in my life? I was like what?! Physically she is right, it would make no difference - we don't see each other, we never talk. All communication is via email. However mentally & emotionally it is going to make a HUGE difference. I don't know if that sounds crazy or not, but it's how I feel. I feel like I'm chained to this failed marriage and I want out and to move on with my life. I want to make it final so I can change my name back and go forward with Kim's life and not Kim and Joe's life like it was supposed to be. It makes me sad, don't get me wrong, but I know it truly is the best thing for both of us. Everyday is better than the last and that is all I can ask for. Thank y'all for your words of encouragement, I really appreciate them.<br />
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I am going to work on not being such a Debbie Downer all the time. <br />
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Anyway...get out and vote people!!!!Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01677626406016281434noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953467734235276891.post-10214263180788985582010-10-30T00:56:00.000-05:002010-10-30T00:56:48.480-05:00"Excuse You" Picture Post Part 1Yesterday was AWESOME!! I got to spend the day with Kristen, Maria and her husband George. I'll give you a second to let your jealousy pass :) We had so much fun! This part 1 because I only have part of the pictures, part 2 will come when I get the rest!<br />
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I met Maria and George at their hotel and we drove to the Vulcan. He is the big statue dedicated to iron here in Birmingham. They have a very pretty park to walk around and vistas to see the city. Then we drove to the Irondale Cafe and met up with Kristen for lunch. The Irondale Cafe is neat because The Whistlestop Cafe in the movie Fried Green Tomatoes is based on this place, so it has a lot of character and the food is pretty good too!! We took lots of pictures and laughed and laughed. George was sweet enough to be our photographer for the day! He did great a great job! I took my camera but since Maria and Kristen had theirs I didn't want to make the photographers job any harder by adding a third camera and they said I could steal their pics, so it's all good!! <br />
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Once we left the restaurant we headed to the Galleria mall. We had a blast walking around, laughing, taking pictures we weren't supposed be taking, trying on nail polish, hats and headbands!! We had a little makeover in the middle of the mall, so much fun! Unfortunately we had to say good-bye to Kristen after we were done shopping :( The good news is that Kristen and I are close enough that we normally get together at least once a week!! I feel very lucky to have her so close!<br />
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Maria, George and myself then took off to Johnny Ray's. It is a bbq place that has THE BEST lemon ice box pie EVER! It was a lot later than any of realized so we ended up eating a little for dinner and then the pie! I don't need to hear the crap about eating pie!! I am losing weight and I wanted pie dang it!! <br />
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We left Johnny Ray's and I took them back to their hotel so they could leave for the next leg on their journey. I was sad to see them go :( <br />
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Maria and George are an amazing couple!! We had good conversation the whole day, they are so sweet! This is the 3rd time I have seen Maria but I feel like I have known her my whole life! <br />
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Here are the pictures I have so far. You may have seen them on Kristens blog, but here they are again!<br />
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