March Party

It's March! We made it through January and February! To celebrate this amazing feat of endurance and perseverance, we had March Party last week. The weather wasn't really warm enough for anything outdoors, so we did our favorite indoor activity: eat dessert. We went to Yogurt Stop, and I made yet another fabulous concoction.

I really, really need to lose weight. I'm starting to look like Homer Simpson, but with more hair. We went to the mall a little while back, Courtney, Brittney, and I, and it was so depressing. I usually try to stay out of there because it always makes me angsty for a while afterward. I would like to be more fashionable than I am, but I don't have the money or the body to wear anything cute right now.

My poor little Joshy needs clothes so bad too. If I get pants that fit him better in the waist, they are floods. If I get him pants that are long enough, they fall off when he runs, even with the adjustable waist. He was walking into school the other day, after I fought him to wipe the booger off his nose and brush his teeth, and I noticed one of his cow licks was sticking up. Poor kid. One day Courtney took him to school and she didn't notice that his hair was sticking straight up on the side he slept on. So after school I was like, Dude, that's some crazy hair you've got going on there, and he's all, "Yeah, this one kid said I look like a wolf!" He thought it was a pretty cool thing to look like, so I guess no harm done. That's one thing I love about Josh. He just doesn't care what other people think yet. He wanted his fingernails painted green and black, so his sister did it for him, and when some kid told him it looked girly his response was, "OK..." He doesn't care. He made a key chain to clip on his backpack, and he used all kinds of beads, including pink beads and flower beads, and someone again told him that was girly, but it's still hanging on his backpack. Josh's teacher read Pippi Longstocking to the class, and he loved the whole idea of "going finding," and so he is always out looking for "treasures" (garbage), and then he combines that whole idea with his love for Man vs. Wild, and he takes his treasures and uses them to "survive" in the backyard. It's pretty cute, except for the part where I'm always finding his garbage in places where garbage should not be.

Tonight was the best night of my TV life. Russell was voted out of Survivor. And he cried, and I laughed as he cried. We decided we needed to celebrate afterward, and the prospect of donuts was raised, and there was much rejoicing, and then Sean and I looked at our waistlines. Donuts were vetoed. We celebrated with banana bread and vegetables. What a party.

February goals: I did OK at sticking to my budget. I think I did the best I could. I did pretty well at trying to get things done without mental whining and dragging of feet. I improved, at least.

March goals:
* I have to find a way to at least start some weight loss. A few pounds would be great. My back went on strike last week, and I spent any moment possible sitting or reclining for 3 or 4 days, and that didn't help the current weight gain trend at all. The scale creeped up another 2 pounds. Got to reverse the trend. I can't even be specific right now about how I'm going to do it. I just know it has to be done.

* Organization stuff. Fix some problems with the chore schedules. Adjustments to dinner time and Lexi's breakfast time. Get everyone in to the eye doctor. Get bids on some work I need done on the house.

* Get some yard work done. Some flower beds that were never cleaned up in the fall, and get ready for potatoes and onions. Maybe peas? Maybe lettuce?

* Hang up the picture frame I bought like a year ago.