Mr. Magoo

This is what I affectionately call my husband. He does get offended by it so I do it in secrecy. This weekend he 2 really bad Mr. Magoo moments!

First one came on Saturday. I needed to empty my memory card for my camera so I could take more pictures at Katy's Tea Party, celebrating her 6th birthday, so I headed over to Westminster an hour ahead of them. Giving him instructions on what time to leave and where to go. I specifically told him Sugarplum Fairies was across the street from O'Lourdan's. A restaurant we have been to at least 3 times. I asked him if he knew where I was talking about and he said yes. So off I go....Everyone is at Katy's party except Katy. They were late, because he got lost with directions I had given him. Why? His explanation was he only knows of one tea room in Westminster, The Gypsy Tea Room, over by the hospital. I said that is fine but I told you it was across the street from O'Lourdan's. I left it at that not wanting to cause a scene at my daughters tea party.

Then, when we were coming home late from my mom's last night, keep in mind a trip we have made many times since we lived here in Maryland. I doze off somewhere between the Delaware/Maryland line and Elkton and wake up in Baltimore just as we are passing Eastern Ave. and John Hopkins Bayview. I say to him "You missed the exit!" You notice I didn't say you JUST missed the exit, because he was happily driving along miles passed where we would have normally turned off 95. He says "No I didn't!" As I am handing him $2 to go through the Harbor Tunnel, I ask "and how many times have we taken the tunnel home?" His reply "oh." I sit in silence thinking "if you can't say anything nice don't say anything at all." To the point it becomes a mantra, and mentally I am saying it over and over again in my head. Then as we are on 695 coming in on the opposite side we normally do, he says to me "I actually think this way is shorter." Are you kidding me? I have just spent the last 30 minutes in silence trying not to loose my cool. Still trying to take the "high" road while he is taking the long road! I simply say STOP.

I have often wondered how a man that is so smart have such a horrible sense of direction! This is a man who has done DNA cloning but still has trouble finding his way to Westminster!

You know it must be LOVE!

I am BEAUTIFUL

So it is probably no mystery or surprise for those who see me everyday that I have lost weight. I have hit the 75 pound mark! That is one giant and loud Whoo Hoo! During this journey I have said all along that I am going to have plastic surgery, when I hit goal(I am not there yet). At least a tummy tuck and maybe perk up the girls somewhat. But I have to admit that I am thinking my new body is looking great. I don't think I would of ever thought this time last year that I would enjoy seeing the extra skin flapping on my arms! I have already said I won't get it removed. So every morning when I check out my skinnier naked body and weigh myself, I find myself becoming equally attached to the empty skin that hangs from my waist. Also, my butt, I have extra skin there too, at the bottom, I pinch it every once and a while(I would let my husband but he thinks it is an invitation for something else). Plus this a body that has weather many storms, has been with me through it all. These imperfections are almost like badges of courage or medals of honor. I am kinda proud of my arms and my toosh they remind me of how far I come and where I don't won't to go back to.

So lately it has left me wondering do I really need to change anything? I feel lighter. I like how my clothes fit, although I am waiting patiently for someone to turn me in to "What not to Wear." I know I am not by society standards of beautiful, but at 42 I am for the first time comfortable in my own skin so I must be beautiful.