Recouping from the weekend

I am friggin' exhausted. The weekend was an absolute blur and it felt over in a flash, yet when it was happening it felt like it was lasting forever! (Does that make any sense?)

Saturday we got up bright and early to go to the swap meet with Paul's parents. We wanted to look around and be out of there before it got too hot. Our local swap meet has expanded so much since I first moved back here that it took us from about 8:30 in the morning until 11:30 to walk it all. I'm not complaining though...I got a little sun, got a little exercise and found a few nifty things on the way.

We didn't stop when we got home. We dropped off the stuff we'd bought, ran to the store so I could get a card for my Mom and pick up a couple of gift bags and then Paul dropped me back off at home so I could wrap her gifts and shortly after that my parents came over to do a video chat with my sister. THAT was fun! Put two non-tech savvy people in front of computers and watch the schadenfreude. My sister isn't very good with electronics of any sort and my Mom doesn't even know how to turn on a computer. Once I got them going though they were fine. They chatted for an hour or so and I uploaded some pictures for my Mom so my sister could see them. They left, Paul got home and we headed back out to go to my parents house.

My Mom didn't seem too impressed with either of her gifts. She opened the knit tablecloth I made for her and said "OH! It's another tablecloth!" Guess you had to be there...it was really anti-climatic. I also bought her a depression era candy dish because she's in to that sort of thing. It's green glass with flowers etched in to the base and a triangle shaped handle in the center...I wish I'd gotten a picture of it because it was beautiful. She said she liked it, but in the same breath she said it wasn't that old, like because it wasn't stamped with proof that it was a 1930 candy dish that it wasn't good enough. I guess I was disappointed because I wanted her to like it. I shouldn't have been surprised though because she's like that.

Oh well. Moving on. Food was fine. Mom made ribs, corn on the cob, scalloped potatoes and stuffed mushrooms. The potatoes and mushrooms weren't fit for human consumption, a fact I realized after I put them on my plate. My Mom gets her feelings hurt easily and I couldn't put it back :( Wasted calories ladies. They sucked. The ribs and corn were great though. Thinking back, that's really the only real meal I ate that day.

Sunday was pretty rough because we were running around so much. Mother's day sent us on a scramble to find some nice looking flowers. I'd wanted to wait because I didn't want nasty dried up flowers, but it turns out that that's about all that was left in the stores. I finally settled on matching African violets in cute little gift bags for two reasons. One; they were the same so there was no "playing favorites" (Anyone else out there deal with ridiculous shit like that between Moms?) and two; they were live plants, not cut so they'll last longer. It always makes me sad when I get flowers and they die a week later. At least this way they'll stay pretty as long as they take care of them.

I got even more exercise in last night when we rearranged two rooms. Yep...we were laying in bed, getting ready to go to sleep when my husband started complaining of being hot. I'd mentioned earlier in the day that because it was just the two of us and we don't get a lot of company we could move our bed out of our tiny bedroom and put in in the pop-out part of our living room, directly under the air conditioner. I was thinking about this because during the summer when it can stay 90-100° overnight, and sometimes up to 115° during the day, quality of life goes way down. It might look trashy, but at least we'll be comfortable and that's really all that matters to me. So from 8:30 to 10:00 last night we moved, and stacked, and boxed and threw shit every which way. This morning my entire house, from one end to the next looks like a cyclone hit it. Today I'll spend most of the day trying to rearrange so I can at least walk through the house without tripping over stray books and knick knacks.

Long winded post...I guess I needed to vent a bit. I didn't have the best weekend eating wise, but I'm optimistic that I'll see a good loss tomorrow. My first weigh-in..I'm excited! I decided to share my weight with y'all, since I know you won't judge me for it. I don't think I've ever told anyone but my husband what I weigh, but seriously...you can tell by looking at me, so screw it. 328. That was the magic number on the scale when I weighed myself last week. Yuck. Hope I won't be seeing that number, or any higher, ever again.