tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17765636760007537492024-03-13T01:15:41.153-07:00Countdown to 40 with Jackie O!I have to admit. Turning 30 stunk! People would call me to wish me a Happy Birthday and I would cry. I don't think it was because I was getting older, but I felt like I was 30 years old and I did not accomplish much in my life. I feel as though I had a lot of regrets! Don't get me wrong, I have great family and wonderful friends, but I still had the regrets. 2018 I will be turning 40! And I will have no regrets! Join me on my Countdown to 40! Jackie Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17024614501402672600noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776563676000753749.post-44328907274973618602017-11-07T11:28:00.001-08:002017-11-07T11:28:20.636-08:00Countdown to 40 BUCKET LIST- Starts NOW!!!!! <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Have a breathtaking moment with the man I love. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Find the man of my dreams. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Go wine <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>tasting. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Get a Brazilian Wax. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Get a Brazilian Blowout<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Hike Monserate Mountain – Temecula<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Go to a NFL Football Game. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Go to a Hockey Game.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Today's weight is 232. Spent last night swimming for an hour and will start doing it every night. I so much prefer being in a pool rather then walking.<br />
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Well... I have to say that I have been feeling great since being on the Visalus Shakes. The pain that I have had in my arms for over 15 years has been gone for several weeks. Now I <strong>know</strong> that Visalus is not a cure for Multiple Sclerosis and I was reminded of that on Saturday when MS kicked my butt with fatigue. But I have to say that all the other days that I have been feeling good... even great has been totally worth it. <br />
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Think about what 15+ years of constant pain looks like. Think about what it is like to have a pain every single day. Some of the days worse then others. Sleepless nights, crying myself to sleep, drugs, and depression was a result of my pain. And here... I have had 40 something days of being pain free. 40 something nights where I fell asleep happy and woke up rested. 40 something days of laughter and quality time with my kids. More then anything I have so much hope that I am going to feel better and get better. I am so thankful for Visalus and what they have done for me. <br />
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I have been so scared to tell people about how my pain has been gone... ecspecially friends with MS. Because I know how we are always getting hit up with cures and treatments and it just pisses us off... and I love my friends with MS very very much and I would never ever want to insult them. But then... I think about my friends who are in Pain... like me.... what if this 90 Day Challenge could reduce their pain too? I know what it can do for their cholesterol, blood pressure, heart, and on and on and on. But what if they could be pain free like me? I want to tell everybody. <br />
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I have been feeling a little discouraged because I want to run through the streets with my arms waving telling everyone about this great product that I am using... but people don't seem to care too much about health right now. It's sad to me... but I won't quit. <br />
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<br />Jackie Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17024614501402672600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776563676000753749.post-50769381317951429872012-06-21T13:36:00.002-07:002012-06-21T13:36:22.748-07:00Exhibit A, B, & C!I wanted to post these pictures of my parents fiesta.... here you can see the FULL PICTURE!!!! <br />
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Since starting on this nutritional journey with <span class="J-JK9eJ-PJVNOc" style="background: yellow;">Visalus</span> over a month ago, I have felt pretty good. The last time I had this much energy was 100 lbs ago. Between working and running my kids around, I would come home and literally check out. I mean sit on the couch and stare at the wall! My house always looked like a tornado hit it and I would be terrified if someone tried to come over. Now, anyone can pop by my house and I will not panic... because I have been able to keep it up. Yes that is an invitation! I think I even ran my vacuum twice this week! Can you say miracle? </div>
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Well Day 2 has come and gone! I had my two shakes and enjoyed an early dinner with the boys before we went off to practice. Part of my 90 Day Challenge Transformation includes me identifying the triggers that would always lead to me making bad decisions with food. One of those triggers is cooking for my two sons. I always thought I had to make for them something delicious and then make me something healthy. Just having that other food around, I would always taste it and eventually have a serving of "whatever". </div>
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Since I walk the track while the boys are at football camp, we end up eating again after practice. Last night I made them grilled cheese sandwiches on rye bread... and they ate every bite. As for myself, I just snacked on strawberries and drank a lot of water. I feel like I did fall asleep a little hungrly, so maybe tonight I will eat something more substantial. I am learning here. </div>
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<strong>On a personal note</strong>: Last night I had an experience that I wanted to share with all of you. Because I think it relates and is relevant. Last night I took my sons for some late night swimming before bed . While at the pool, some young teenage boys showed up and were rough housing and just being boys. I kept hearing them say inappropriate stuff, and I just ignored it. Right as we were leaving, I heard them make some <strong>very</strong> inappropriate sexual comments to each other. So I turned around and scolded them because so many smaller kids were around. I just asked them not to talk like that in front of small kids. To have some respect for others and each other. Well as I walked away one of the kids started to Moo at me. Long story short, I happened to know one of the kid's mothers and they were all reprimanded and at my door this morning to apologize. </div>
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But what I want to bring to light is not the incident but the way I felt. Naturally, I was so hurt by the gesture, even more so now when I am actively trying to do something about my weight. I know they were just boys being dumb boys. But how often does this sort of thing happen? Maybe not so upfront as in this case... but it happens almost every day. And I personally, am just tired of the rejection or prejudice. And the truth is, I, Jackie, will never be able to control what comes out of people's mouth or how they feel about fat people. Sadly, this will always be so. But the one thing I do have control of is me. I can't change the world, but I can change me. And that is the thought I want to leave with anyone who experiences this ridicule. </div>
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PS. I need a new camera man!Jackie Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17024614501402672600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776563676000753749.post-72667052047464013922011-02-13T22:44:00.000-08:002011-02-14T06:59:50.959-08:00Kicked out of the Dog Pound!I don't know what exactly reminded me of this story... but I was glad it popped into my memory so I can share with all of you. <br />
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When I was in Jr High School, my sister Monica talked me into playing hookie and driving out with her to Hollywood to watch the Arsenio Hall show live. She was sure that I could pass for a 16 year old! The good ol' she left her license at home story was sure to work with her charm. <br />
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So that morning we get on the road and stand in line to get our tickets and then we had the whole day to kill until tape time. <br />
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Monica took me to Hollywood, Beverly Hills, and we even picked up one of those "Map to the Stars" (I think this is where her love of celebrities begun). Anyways, it was a fabulous day! The time came to stand in line for the taping and I remember having little butterflies in my stomach. Just because I knew I was about to lie to the nice people their at Paramount, and that never made me feel good. <br />
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Well, we get to the front and they ask me for my I.D. So I go into the whole "i left it at home" story and even Monica starts her petition to let me in. Well they were not having it. Naturally, I start to walk away and realize I am walking alone. Monica stayed there in line looking at me with this puppy dog face. At this point, I am just in disbelief because she is really insinuating that it is okay for her to go to the Arsenio Show without me. The clock was ticking and like I had a choice.... she already had one foot in the door and shouts to me to stay close by. <br />
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I remember standing there wide eyed with my mouth open in total shock. I start to look around and wonder what the heck I was going to do for two hours. I notice that right next to Paramount Studios is a cemetery. It was not very large, just covered about an entire city block. It had all of the old fashioned head stones. I figured I could kill time and check out some plots. Maybe I would find someone famous buried there. So I go from tomb to tomb, admiring the detail on some of the statues getting real excited when I saw a very old tomb. After awhile I was so into it that I forgot that my sister had totally deserted me earlier. <br />
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Totally engulfed I lost track of time and proceeded back towards the Gower St gate to return to Paramount Studio 29. When I arrive I notice that the gate had been locked, so I don't panic, I just think of maybe trying another exit, since it had to been close to closing hours. Well I start trekking over to the Santa Monica Blvd exit and to my dismay the gate was locked too!!! I don't know at what second it hit me that it was getting dark and I was locked in a cemetery, but I started to freak out! I was screaming and crying and reaching my arms through the wrought iron gate asking for help. Of coarse.. your typical Hollywood schmoes just walk on by and ignore my cries. Looking back, I realize how it must of looked to the people on the outside of the gate. They were probably more scared of me then I was being locked in a cemetery. <br />
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Realizing it was hopeless I turn around and slide my back down the gate to sit and I just cried. Monica had to be out by now and would be looking for me. She would never come looking for me here. I just sat there and weeped. I was really believing that I would have to spend the night in a cemetery. <br />
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As I sat there, feeling cold i was hugging my knees sobbing when eventually I heard the sound of keys jingling. As I look up, I am not sure who I am looking at... it could be the ghost of Don Knotts.... but he was not dead at the time. All I knew was this very dirty, old, toothless man was looking down at me and speaks, "You should not be here."<br />
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I am too scared to speak. He starts to open the gate and I did not even say a word I just ran out the gate. I was on Santa Monica Blvd... still a good block distance to Gower Street and another good leg to the Studio but I ran as fast as I could. <br />
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As I reached the Studio I see Monica standing there all ticked off at me... I don't remember exactly what I said, I just know it was a quiet ride home. <br />
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It was the same time of the year. The boys and I were at the Ontario Mills Mall fighting the crowds and looking for Christmas outfits for pictures. Sol was about to turn four and Zach was five years old. <br />
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Being human I had to go #2 pretty bad. The line was huge and because I had my entourage with me I had to wait for the handicapped bathroom to become available. I was dying! Finally it is available and the three of us rush in and I hang my bags... I speedily lay out the toilet seat cover... and I sit down. Aghhhhhh relief..... people you know what I am talking about. <br />
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Anyways... Solomon had just started to really talk. For some reason he was a late bloomer. So he decides at this moment to speak clearly, loudly, and in a complete sentence and says, "YOU GOING CACA MAMA?" I hear all the giggles from the other women in the restroom and ignore him. Then he says it again, louder. "YOU GOING CACA MAMA?" Finally, I said, "Yes! Hush!" The next thing that happened I did not expect. Sol and Zach who could not stand still to save their life started to go WWF in the stall. Zachary grabbed Solomon and had him in the head lock... then all of a sudden Solomon turned into the Hulk and exploded Zachary off of him. When this happened Zachary hit the door and it flung wide open. Remember I told you I was in a crowded bathroom at the Ontario Mills Mall at Christmas time????? All I could see are women standing in line all wide eyed and Zachary and Solomon both backed up against the wall totally frozen. Yes... now they decide to stand still. They have that, we are in so much trouble look on their face. Now picture me... on a handicapped toilet... with my arms waving in the air....my feet dangling because it is a huge toilet... and I am yelling, "CLOSE THE DOOR! CLOSE THE DOOR!" Nothing... dangling... waving... again louder I say, "CLOSE THE DOOR!" They are frozen like the caveman at the Smithsonian. FINALLY, some lady who obviously felt sorry for me got out of line and pushed the door shut. Then Zach walked over and locked it. He had this big old smile on his face... like he had just done something good. Grrrrrrr.<br />
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Solomon.... see what happens when you embarrass your mommy? You have to wear sweater vests with teddy bears on it. <br />
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For example... once I was at Home Depot and I was trying to get assistance from somebody and could not find a person to help me. I obviously looked like I was needing help and when an employee would see me, they would literally run in the opposite direction. How often does that happen??? So then I thought about it... this would be a great commercial for Lowes... you have a customer roaming around the store looking for the people in the orange aprons for help and they are hiding in the carpet rolls or something. Then the commercial would flash over to the same customer at Lowes and they would be getting great help picking out paint smiling and laughing. What a great commercial that would make... you knock down the competition! All day I obsessed about how I would pitch my idea to Lowes. <br />
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The other night Solomon had a really hard practice. Not only was it a cold night but because of the semi finals, these coaches worked these young athletes hard. So we come home after a hard practice and it is dinner time, poor Sol is famished. Still in his shoulder pads, a messy mohawk, and dirt on his face he says in his NY twang, "Mom, I am so starving." Then in my June Cleaver voice I say, "You got it Son... go on up and take a shower... by the time you are done, I will have a fine meal ready for you" So he eagerly emerges up the stairs and begins to shower. I hike over to the fridge and frantically try and find something to cook. I promised this kid a meal... I open the freezer and hear the ark angels sing... what do I find??? A frozen Bertolli Meal Bag.... Chicken Parmesan with Pasta. Ready in 5 minutes! Super stoked I get the pan on the stove and poor the pasta in and start to heat it up. It smelled delicious... it looked delicious... but better yet... it was ready in 5 minutes! I am stirring away and even sprinkled some fresh Parmesan cheese... made some garlic bread with sandwich bread. Just as I began to plate the food and set it out, I hear the thunder of footsteps coming down the stairs. This whole time I am pretending I am in an actual real Bertolli commercial with Italian music in the background and all. Solomon sits down very impressed and starts to eat....and then I hear it... the record scratching in my head... Zachary takes one look at his plate and obviously dissatisfied with the portion size and says, "Where are we? Africa?" <br />
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We are just going to leave that part out of the commercial when I pitch it to the Bertolli company! <br />
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I woke up Solomon and laid out his clothes. In my Jack Bauer voice I say, "Solomon! We have less then 20 minutes to put your clothes on, brush your teeth, spike your hair... and eat breakfast. Can you put on your clothes, brush your teeth, spike your hair while I go get your breakfast started?" (Really I wanted to add chest hair to my turkey, but he didn't need to know that.) "<strong>Can you do it Solomon</strong>?" <br />
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Solomon says very dramatically, "<strong>YES MOTHER! I CAN DO IT</strong>!" <br />
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So I made a crazy dash down the stairs and threw a Pancake and Sausage corn dog in the microwave and poured a glass of milk. Then I walked over to my creative laboratory, AKA homework table and I can't help but smile when I see my Turkey just sitting there. I whoop out the black marker and am about to go to town on this turkey's chest when I hear Bubba come in. (Bubba is my baby brother. Bubba is an artist!) Bubba's magic touch is just what this Jive Turkey needed. So I walked over to Bubba and handed him the sharpie marker and I said, "Make it happen!" I don't know when Bubba grew a conscience... but I had to argue with him for a second because he started talking ridiculous about how this is supposed to be Solomon's project , that he should be doing it, and some other nonsense like that. It took everything in me not to back hand him. My nostrils must of been flaring pretty big, like Ice Cube big, because he grabbed the marker and reluctantly adorned my turkey with some chest hair. <br />
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Solomon descended down the stairs all ready to go like a big boy. We take his Pancake Corn Dog and Milk to go. When I usually walk the kids to class, I always have to come early to find a parking spot and fight through the sea of kids and parents, but today I was out of time and in a rush. So I am doing my Jack Bauer voice in my head and asking myself... Do I park in the street or take my chances in the parking lot? What do I do? What do I do?? Finally I bust a U Turn to park on the side street and Solomon decides to remind me that I am a horrible parallel parker. He is right I am... but right now my adrenalin is pumping and I miraculously parallel park perfectly. We get out and we run. In my left hand I am holding Mr. Jive Turkey and in my right hand I am dragging Solomon by his backpack. Of course he is whining but I had to get to that class room to scope out the competition and get my smiles and comments from everyone. <br />
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Extremely out of breathe I burst through the door like a ttornado only to find Mrs. Coley and her entire third grade class already on the carpet sitting quietly. A little embarrassed I set Mr. Jive Turkey on Solomon's desk and very nonchalantly scan over the other desks to see what the other kids had done. The kids must of still had them in the backpack or something because I only saw one or two turkeys. Well since my Jive Turkey had a backdrop... I felt real happy and accomplished, so I started to walk out the door and I had this huge smile on my face... like I just conquered world peace or something and then I saw it. The rain on my parade. The dagger straight to my heart. <em><strong>A straggler</strong></em>.... an adorable little boy walking to the class holding his turkey (Think Jerry Maguire Kid) and he had this huge goofy cheesy smile (I recognized that smile because it was the same huge goofy smile I had on.) only his turkey was covered with buttons and rocks. I have no idea what it was supposed to be, but it was very obvious that his dysfunctional mother did not do it for him. He was so proud and so excited to turn in his turkey. I did not recall Solomon even the littlest bit as excited as I was to turn in the turkey. <br />
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Here is the actual confession part. Yes... it gets worse. This is the part where I lose some notches on my parenting belt... where you will look at me with disgust and the part where I will lose my Mother of the Year Title for the tenth year in a row. I get weak at the thought of admitting this out loud...<br />
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Solomon made a turkey by himself... a bumblebee. But since I am always over the top and probably a bit psychotic, I talked him into letting me do another turkey. He did help me a little bit... he sprayed the fro cotton balls and colored the turkey's shirt. But I know it is not the same thing. <br />
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You don't have to tell me... I am living in my own personal Hell of guilt. I hate Mr. Jive Turkey and what he has made me. <br />
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What happened? Don't get me wrong. I LOVE LOVE LOVE my kids. Everyone knows that. I don't even want to think about my life without them. I just miss some things. Like my thighs not touching. <br />
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I have crossed that invisible line of looking young and fresh to being a true Golden Girl in my thirties. Friday night I went to a karaoke bar and did not get carded once. (By the way... The Humpty Dance is a lot harder to sing then it might seem. FYI) I went to bed that night actually contemplating if i should use my only morning off in 4 months to sleep in or go garage sale hunting. Exhibit C... I chose the garage sales. (Why does every garage sale always have a Christmas tree stand for sale?) The next old lady thing I did was blurt out an obnoxious comment which is something only old people do. Example, grabbing a garment off of a rack and asking the vendor how much for the costume, only to find out it was a favorite dress.<br />
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I need to hit reverse. Meantime.. I accept my fate. Call me Blanche. <br />
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That was until this morning... I am convinced that the Devil came to our door this morning disguised as tamales! I mean really! Seconds before the knock at the door, I was just planning (for the 18th time) how I would start my diet. Then I heard the knock... I knew it had to be bad. And it was... we had several tamales to choose from.<br />
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Even last week Yogi (My mother) invited me to join her and Agnes (Will talk about her later) at the pool to do a water work out. Me thinking that this is just a pool workout am overly confident and say "Sure!" Now I have not done any kind of workout in over a month and a half. Unless you count the time I pushed Nikki in the stroller to go pick up the kids at school. I got to the top of the hill and needed a defibrillator and a ride home.<strong> </strong> So I guess it does count! Back to the pool... I enter the locker room and I immediately go to the scale to see where I am really at. I am too embarrassed to say where I tipped the scale at... but I can tell you that once I saw my weight I practically ran into the pool area and did a triple tuck quarter dive into the pool and started to get my work out on. Shortly after, Yogi and Agnes joined me. You would have to be there to believe it but Yogi transformed into the Suzanne Summers of Water Aerobics. She had Agnes and I doing all kinds of crazy exercises. "Hold your stomachs in! Watch me! Your not doing it right" It was funny and I was pooped after. <br />
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A diet is when you have to go to some length to change your width. <br />
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And I am a 4 x 4.Jackie Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17024614501402672600noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776563676000753749.post-28946929814921406072010-11-07T09:25:00.000-08:002010-12-19T23:26:32.293-08:00Smarties (Not Beer) for your Horses!Okay... super day. Microwave version of my day is this. Football Successes. Solomon finished the season 9-0. Now we have playoffs. Zachary's team finished 1-8. We won our last game with seconds on the clock, final score 26-20. I thought surely I was going to have a heart attack! Talk about your nail biters. I just kept praying to God to let these boys win. I said, "I know you love all the boys, but please just love our boys a little more." <br />
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You would think the great games would of been the highlight of my day. Or maybe the baby shower that I attended in between my two games where I won 4 Smarties Leis and the baby shower version of the Price is Right Game. I never win anything. It was a great day. But I have to say the high light of my day was where I fed a horse candy at a gas station at 11 pm in Norco. <br />
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So let me set the scene up. I just picked up Solomon at his friends house in Mira Loma... I am driving home and am very tired and it is late. Around 11:00 or so. I pull into the gas station for gas. I walk up to the window and there is no gas attendant. I wait a minute. Another minute goes by and now my wild imagination starts to take off. Is their a robbery going on? Is the guy dead in the bathroom? I mean, where is he?? Just as I start to panic, I hear the sound of hooves hitting the pavement. I turn around, and as if the situation could not get any weirder, 3 men roll up on horse back. At this point I am freaking. I am thinking... if their intent is to rob the gas station, they can't even do that because someone beat them to it! The gas attendant is nowhere in site. Let me describe the men on these horses. Two of them looked like they just walked off of Dateline NBC's To Catch A Predator's Watch List. The third was this hard core looking cholo. I was in the twilight zone. Finally, the gas attendant emerges from where else but the restroom. I give him my 9 bucks and make a mad dash to my car. At this point I am doing the super market sweep of gas pumping. I am putting my cap back on and ready to blow out of there when I look up to find Horseman # 3 (cholo) and his steed staring down at me. I am dead. I am surely dead. In these seconds I am thinking about Zachary and Solomon... what should I tell them to do?? Should they run? Hide? The man says to me, and this is no exaggeration... "Do you have any carrots, apples, or pears in your car?" Right now my eyes are closed because I don't want the man to see me look at him in case I have to identify him in a line up. So I hear his question, I open my eyes and probably have the dumbest look on my face. My mind is racing and the only words that came out of my mouth is "I have smarties." (Remember I won 4 Smartie leis earlier in the day?) He says, "Cool, can you give Applejack some?" So I go grab the candy leis and start dumping the loose candys into my hand. I get a good amount and walk over to the horse... wondering how am I going to do this ??? If the guy was a gentleman he would of got off his horse and taken the darn candies and fed the horse himself. But no he tells me to put my hand out and feed him. And me still fearing for my life does this and feeds the horse. I thought he was going to eat my hand! I just stood there and started to scream. With every last candy devoured, the man says thank you and gallops away. And I just stood there with slobber all over my hand and in shock. I would like to see Toby Keith and Willie Nelson sing a song about that! <br />
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And show me the gas station's security camera video.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2_6sKV6jE7X8IC7bO0LSAXaJaLMOiungGC3YvYoE78TAZbtsRj4CBOTkodPBonyjAFMIyeqD0uzHFRIKZu4gwICXLrcSULWW3Y75PR4vcrH5JFN3UwG_Haiszj3Sy20Wnii97IDtVH-c/s1600/68111_186572928022959_100000107581341_726358_7085503_n.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/AVvXsEj2_6sKV6jE7X8IC7bO0LSAXaJaLMOiungGC3YvYoE78TAZbtsRj4CBOTkodPBonyjAFMIyeqD0uzHFRIKZu4gwICXLrcSULWW3Y75PR4vcrH5JFN3UwG_Haiszj3Sy20Wnii97IDtVH-c/s320/68111_186572928022959_100000107581341_726358_7085503_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Pictures from that shower. </div>Jackie Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17024614501402672600noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776563676000753749.post-14740382793585547422010-11-05T11:52:00.000-07:002010-11-05T11:52:46.343-07:00Start TimeAnybody who knows me knows that I sometimes can have a way with words. I love to talk... I talk too much! (Insert Run DMC "You Talk to Much" here) So what is a better way to blab to myself and any other willing person who will listen? A Blog! <br />
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But first... A Disclaimer<br />
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<strong>I DO NOT GRAMMAR CHECK AND CHOOSE NOT TOO. MY BRAIN AND MY HANDS SOMETIMES DO NOT WORK TOGETHER.... SO I AM APOLOGIZING IN ADVANCE. </strong><br />
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So last year a wonderful thing happened. My baby sister Dominique was eengaged to her long time boyfriend Wade. Right when that happened I knew that in the near future I would be having to squeeze my butt into a dress. So... the dieting and the crazy work outs began! Month and month I pushed to lose weight. With that dress as my prize. Well one day I had to go get fitted for a gown and I did what every delusional bridesmaid would do and order a dress several sizes smaller. <br />
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Very long story short.... the dress came in. I had a better chance fitting in the Chilean Minors Capsule then i did in that dress. I was doomed. Thankfully, some handy work of a seamstress in a cubby at the El Monte Swap Meet took care of my problem for $30.00. (PS if you ever need an amazing and affordable seamstress I got you covered). So not too tragic ending... I learned a lesson and the wedding was fab. <br />
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Okay... so somewhere in between all that happening I was feeling pretty good. I was actually fitting in size 16 clothes. And when i say Size 16, I mean the human Size 16. Not that European Asia crap sizes. So I did what any delusional dieting person would do and sold ALL of my clothes that were a size 18 or bigger. Which would of been fine and dandy if I had not gained 10 lbs after the wedding ended. So... yesterday I get out of the shower to get dressed and to my surprise NOTHING, I mean NOTHING decent fits me. So I just laid here in my towel and worked from my computer. <br />
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Every since the weight gain 10 years ago... (that is not a typo... I have actually been fat for 10 years!) I have struggled with this. It was not until I listened to a sermon below from Pastor Chuck Booher of Crossroads Church in Corona that the light bulb went on. <br />
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If any of you struggle with weight.. please take the time to watch the video below. You can also listen to it if you prefer. Just check out the website archives. The sermon is called Freedom From Fat.<br />
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<a href="http://www.crossroadschurch.com/sermons/vimeo.asp?embed=clip%5Fid%3D15515889&date=October+03+AM%2C+2010&title=Freedom+From+Fat&speaker=Chuck+Booher">http://www.crossroadschurch.com/sermons/vimeo.asp?embed=clip%5Fid%3D15515889&date=October+03+AM%2C+2010&title=Freedom+From+Fat&speaker=Chuck+Booher</a><br />
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This sermon was the first revelation. The other few were somethings my dear child Solomon has said to me in the last few days. <br />
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First comment<br />
I was laying on the boys bed stretching and my lower stomach started to show and Solomon said, "Mom, you really have to do something about that!"<br />
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Second comment<br />
I purchased the Jillian Michael's Shred video and wanted to watch it before I tried it, and Solomon walks in while I am doing this and says, "Ughhhh, shouldn't you be DOING the workout?"<br />
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And the cherry on the top of my fat sundae, <br />
I was walking down the stairs at the kid's school and the sun was shining O so bright and Solomon looked up and me very sweetly and said, "Mom, thanks for the shade" <br />
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That did it.Jackie Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17024614501402672600noreply@blogger.com6