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Here is a funny little story that I just had to share. Yesterday afternoon a local bank was robbed. The local newspaper posted the story along photos from the bank security cameras of the robber. All night there were updates on the site about what was going on. At last count when I went to bed a commenter had said the guy made it 70 miles away from here and was caught. You have to take what commenters say with a grain of salt usually as they all want to play super sleuth.

Turns out, he did in fact make it 70 miles away, to his home. It didn’t take long for the police to zero in on this guy as he was caught doing the exact same crime in 2006, in the exact same way. Yes, he robbed a local bank and when the local paper slapped up photos of him on the security cameras he was caught within hours. He pleads insanity but guilty and gets some time, serving most of it.

Now, you’d think that the guy would actually attempt to put some disguise on, then again he’s insane apparently. He claims he doesn’t have a job and all this and he just needed to survive. You’d think that this whole doing it twice the same exact way would be the dumbest part of the story, but it’s not. It’s my humble opinion that the commenters who are agreeing with him that after going to jail he wasn’t able to get a job in an already down economy are the dumbest in the whole lot of them!

I’ve been worried lately about health issues. My aunt has had quite a time with some stress related issues, and possibly being diabetic. I have heart disease running in my family, as well as kidney stones, diabetes, and a couple other odds and ends. I think what has brought this on is heart burn. Yes, heart burn or possibly acid reflux. I assume that if it happens frequently it’s reflux? I’ve been having it for like days now.

We’ve been tinkering with adding more kids to this mix. Why do that if we are not the healthiest we can be? Given all that I said in the first paragraph I think it’s time I took care of myself a little better. I’m almost scared to work out because my pulse races and my heart feels as if it will jump out of my body when I get excited. I’m researching a good finger pulse oximeter and pedometer to purchase before I get started on anything. I want to see my progress.

I think actually seeing how my pulse is at first and watching it gradually go down and get more tolerable for me to work out is going to be a great motivator. A pedometer? I want to see exactly how much activity I’m doing during a normal day so I can see how far I’ve come. I’m convinced that it’s just the start of something life changing for me!

Anyone watching the Olympics? We are. Just under a half an hour until Apolo Ohno races for the Gold again. It’s so exciting. I’ve enjoyed Lindsay Vonn as well. What don’t I love about the Olympics??? Uh, the Curling. My husband is glued to that, women’s version of course. It’s so boring. I was like is this seriously on again? It just takes so long to have one match. I’d rather read the Editor’s Blog at http://www.coloncleanserreview.net.

We headed out of town this afternoon with my in-laws to eat lunch. The conversation quickly turned to the Olympics and all the controversy and goings ons. I started to think about how cool it was we could discuss that with them, if you mention the Olympics to my mother she has no clue what is going on. She’ll be like it’s so boring, it’s stupid, why did they take my tv shows off? She’s always been that way. She hates anything like that. We never watched the good stuff when I was a kid, I have such a lack of Olympic knowledge because of that!

Yawn. I’m almost ready for bed. It’s only shortly after 11pm and I think I could sleep through the night and well into Sunday. I’m feeling a little less than spectacular. For the past couple of days my left ear into my throat is very, very sore. For me this usually signals the start of strep, lovely huh?? Follow that up with some ear problems. The last time resulted in surgery. I know this pain, I know the end result. Although I’m not sure if it will end in surgery to put more tubes in my ears this time.

Last time, I had the entire sinus cavity cleaned out since medicine helped the ear problem. I did end up having three cysts taken out of the right side of my sinus cavity and the left side was completely blocked and cleaned up. He said I narrowly escaped tubes in the ears. I’m worried that this time he’ll just jump to tubes since it keeps happening.

It’s not anything new to me. I’ve had major hearing problems since I was young. I was pretty deaf with my hearing being diminished to 80% out of 200 and painful, gross, earaches. I had tubes, took meds for a while, and went on. It’s slowly gotten worse over the course of life. To be expected right? I just gave up on reading lips, I guess I picked that up way better as a kid because now I say HUH?? and WHAT?? all the time.

So, I’m staying in the house the rest of the weekend. Going to purchase some things online and look for some wrinkle eye creams to firm my face up a bit. I may be going deaf, but I don’t have to look 80!

We just finished watching Bedtime Stories. That has to be the funniest movie I’ve seen in a while. Even though it’s aimed at kids, it’s totally acceptable for adults. Usually it’s a cartoon, like Ice Age 3 that we watch and it leaves a little bit to be desired. Not this one. Adam Sandler is awesome as usual. It’s funny, Sydney knows him already as The Waterboy.

I knew I needed to be researching the best testosterone cream, but I felt a little like taking a break and watching the movie. So glad I did. Bugsy was a hoot and I’m going to be laughing at Russell Brand and his sleep disorder for quite a while. We need to finish up some other movies and send them back and get more like this. We always have things that are so serious around here. I love the change of pace.

All this vacation talk got me thinking. I’m looking at Disney vacation deals right now. All the choices are so overwhelming. So far I’ve chosen to go with the Economy hotel accommodations and I hope that doesn’t translate to roaches or anything. I’m honestly lost on if I want a dine in meal plan or not so I just chose no. My choices so far are for 5 days in a hotel, 3 or which I’ll spend in an actual park. That sounds really decent to me right now.

Now, I’m wondering about planes. Yes, be it plane or automobile it’s going to be stressful for me. I’m wondering which is going to be better for me physically, with the fibro and all? Looking into a good msm cream might not be a bad idea either. I’m sure to ache a bit after sitting still so long, walking so much, and just being out of my element.

Wow, looks like my vacation packages are up. Not too shabby, the first one says around $1300.00 for the whole deal. Off to look at the quality of the hotel now as that’s a make it or break it for me!

I feel like I’ve been snowed in for weeks now. Months even. There’s nothing to do. I’ve even taken to watching the VH1 reality shows again. You know the ones. The ones that have all the guys who think they are oh so great and good looking, when in reality they are very uhumm…greasy. Oh, the worst one has chest acne and it grosses me out so bad. I’m not saying we are beautiful people, but we’ve never asked anyone to watch us live our lives.

Would you do that? Could you have cameras follow your every move? I can see them falling asleep as I get up, check my mail, find some cereal, fight with Sydney to go to school. Heck, the most exciting part of my day is screaming at this kid to put her pants on the right way so her Dora panties aren’t showing. Oh, and please change your socks, you aren’t fooling anyone. Yeah, we’re real show stoppers here.

Although, I can say we have some major drama sometimes. I think that’s all better translated in words and on my blog. I’ll stick to that for now!

Don’t you just love the commercials with Ms. Piggy doing volunteer work? Yeah, she’s quite the unlikely candidate isn’t she? Honestly, the message behind that is that anyone can donate a little time to a charity this year, and qualify for a ticket to Disneyland for free! How awesome is that? It really got me thinking about Orlando vacations and how very cheap we could do this.

First of all, Kevin and I could volunteer and get free tickets. I know, we’d need more tickets than that, but every bit helps right? We also have a possibility of very cheap air fare. Now, I’m not sold on this. I’m still a tad bit scared to fly. I’d love to drive. Heh. Compound all that on top of a cheap/moderate hotel and some other deals I’m sure we could find and it’s not that bad of a vacation plan.

My husband is like yeah, ok, yeah. I swear I wonder if I’ll ever get him anywhere? I sometimes feel like I could sit every little detail out in front of him…here are our tickets dear, the hotel confirmation, the plane tickets, and some spending money. You just grab your suitcase and some sunblock and we’ll be on our way. He’d still hesitate. Maybe he just doesn’t feel the urge to travel as much as I do?

I’m gearing up for swimsuit season. I’m sucking it up this year, literally, sucking it up and putting on my suit and going out. I want to spend primo time in the water. It may be the public pool, or the beach, or the local aquatic center. I don’t really care as long as my skin is sun kissed and my hair smells of chlorine.

I’ve been looking long and hard for a bathing suit. Let’s face it, I’m not wearing a bikini and I’m not a skinny girl. I finally found a suit that doesn’t have a skirt attached, because come on that just draws attention to you. I love the cut and style, I’m going to settle for black over hot pink as I think it slims. I’m attempting to not be an eyesore this summer.

You know how you see these ladies who think they are 15 still and pour themselves into a small suit that shows way too much? All their sagging bits hanging about and they just look haggerdly? You just want to run up to them and suggest some stretch marks cream for their legs, chest, and belly? I mean I’m all for girl pride and women who have had babies feeling confident, just don’t want to see the damage!

Do any of you have an icon? Icon isn’t the word I would use as it honestly sounds like someone you’d follow blindly into traffic, but it’s common. My icon is Victoria Beckham. Love her. Love everything about her. Wish I were her, in my own little life here. I’d love to be the VBecks of Podunk so to speak. I can see me now, walking in my Christian Louboutin heels during the Spring Festival.

Can you see me working at the book fair with my over sized glasses on and huge bag in tow? I honestly have that huge bag in tow wherever I go, and have had for years now. It honestly isn’t as sad as it sounds. I used to take more pride in myself then I do now. I’m a mom. I don’t do things to myself or for myself. Yet, seeing how Victoria holds it together makes me want to do more for myself again. Just because I’m a mom doesn’t mean I have to break out the mom jeans.