Dressing appropriately

Do you dress for the season or for the weather? Have you ever really thought about it? I live in Georgia and we only have 2 basic seasons, summer and not summer. In the summer months and long after it is hot and humid and for the most part miserable. You just can't get cool. In the not summer seasons, such as the months of November, December, January, and February, which is considered our cold months, some people refer to them as fall and winter. To me winter is cold. But then again when you are used to having 95 degree days, a high of 60 may be considered cold. Anyway I am rambling, let me get to my point. I think just because it is 75 degrees outside in January it is still not acceptable to wear sandles and shorts or capri pants out in public yet. There is plenty of time for that, like the other 8 months of the year. I think you should dress for the season, there are cooler lighter clothes that are still wintery for those 75 degree days. Just because we are having a warm winter does not mean that it is time for the summer clothes to come out, summer will be here soon enough and all the Georgians will be fussing and complaining about the heat. What do you think, should you dress for the weather or the season?

This is turning into the day from hell...

This morning started off wonderful. I got up in plenty of time to get myself and my baby ready and get him dropped off at my mother-in-laws house and get to work. We got in the car at 7:25. We were driving along and about 5 minutes from where I normally get on the interstate traffic was stopped. All 3 lanes were stopped. So I sat there, and sat there, after 10 minutes I knew I would be late for work, so I called my boss to inform him. I needed to call the cable company because apparently last month I did not pay the bill, well no I didn't pay the bill because I never got the bill. I am sure that everyone that pays their bill late says the same thing. So I called them and took care of my business with them, thankfully I can call them tomorrow and pay the balance and not have our service interrrupted. Anyway, 25 minutes later traffic was finally moving. WHOO HOO! Thank goodness my hungry baby was sleeping in his carseat through the whole ordeal. I finally get to the interstate and everything is moving smoothly until I go around a really big curve, and guess what? If you guessed that traffic was stopped you guessed correctly. I sat there in creeping crawling traffic for another 10 minutes or so to go the 1 mile to my exit. In the meantime my sweet baby woke up and was eating his carseat straps and his fist because he was hungry. So I finally got to my mother-in-laws got the baby fed and got my ass to work, 45 minutes late!

Then once I get here, my office assistant informs me to stay away from her she has been throwing up all night. GEE THANKS! Thanks for bringing your throw-up germs to an enclosed office space so I can breathe them and hopefully not get sick! Why don't people realize that sick days are just that, when you have things that other people don't want stay your ass at home. I especially don't want it because I have a 2 month old that I would prefer to not be sick if we can at all avoid it. Anyway she is coughing and hacking and she keeps coming in my office to ask me stuff, but I can't really let her go home yet, until after I get back from feeding my baby at lunch. How do you politely tell someone to stay the f*ck away from you and out of your office because you don't want their germs? Oh yeah and while your at it, go wash your hands and spray your work area with germ killing spray. WHAT A FREAKING NIGHMARE THIS DAY IS TURNING INTO! I hope your day is going better.

Counting the days...

Don't count the days, make the days count. Such a true statement. On my commute to work every morning I pass this company that has a sign and every week or so they put a different saying on it. Most of the time it is an inspirational message, something to make you think. That statement is what is on their sign now. I saw it for the first time last week and I thought how true it should be. Instead of counting the days to the next event in our lives we should be doing something everyday to make that day count. If you continually live your life bumbling from one event to the next and not enjoying the time in between you are wasting your life. I try to do something everyday to make a difference to someone or something. I challenge you to make everyday count.

The love of my life and losing big!

TGIF! I didn't think it was ever gonna get here. Well as you all know I have a new baby, well he is 2 months old, but still new to me. He is my first, and I tell you he was well worth all the aches and pains of pregnancy and the c-section that brought him into this world. Motherhood is awesome! It is like nothing I could have ever imagined. I never get tired of looking at my child, this little life that I, along with some help from my hubby created. He is truly a gift from God. I rush on my lunch break to get to my baby and when I get home I just want to hold him tight and give him a million kisses. He is truly the love of my life. Talk about love at first sight, when you see your child for the first time and hear that first cry there is no better feeling. Everyone tries to tell you about it, but until you experience it for yourself you never quite understand. My son is the best gift that I have ever been given. Anyway enough mushy stuff. I will try not to write about my son all the time, but from time to time I will write about him.

On to other things, like getting my prepregnancy body back. I remember looking at myself naked in the mirror all the time while I was pregnant and I remember thinking that there was no way I would ever be able to lose all this weight and I would never get my body back. Don't get me wrong, my body was nothing to marvel at before I got pregnant, but it wasn't too bad. Well after 24 lbs of pregnancy weight gain and more stretch marks than I care to count, it is coming back. The funny thing is that I am 13 lbs lighter than I was before I got pregnant and I feel skinny. I have lost weight everywhere, except my boobs! By the time my child was 2 weeks old I was wearing my old jeans. Now my old jeans are loose on me. I will need new clothes soon, as all of my old ones are gradually becoming too big. It is amazing to me, I know people who had children years ago and still have extra baby weight. Maybe it is because I am so happy. Maybe it is because I have other things to occupy my time other than eating. Maybe it really is the breastfeeding. Who knows, all I know is I hope I can keep up the weight loss and not gain one pound of it back.