Sweet Bippy

See that list over there? To the right…yeah that one.

Um……

I’m not doing so well at  crossing those things off the list.

I have had a date night with hubby, kept up with birthdays (so far)…and that’s about it. I’m not sure if sleeping a lot is doing something nice for myself.

I have to remind myself that it’s only a list and although I REALLY want to get a lot of those things done, I’m only human…of flesh and blood…a man. Wait. I guess that song doesn’t really apply. Surry.

Moving on….

What have I been doing you ask??

I’ve been trying to get over being sick. Sick with mysterious “allergies” that feel like a sinus infection, but don’t present like one. Sick with a tight burning chest and a cough that isn’t really responding to the nebulizer treatments.

I’ve missed the last 4 Sundays at church, either because I was sick or one or more of the kids were sick.

Being sick sure does take up a lot of time and energy. Ask my Sister, she knows all too well. I don’t know how she does it. All. The. Time.

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I’ve been enjoying watching the Winter Olympics! They are probably the only sports I enjoy watching.

Some of my favorites to watch:

Short Track Speed Skating

Ski Jump

Curling

Moguls

Half Pipe

I think the only thing we haven’t watched is Ice Hockey. I like to watch that in person, but not so much on TV.

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I’m super excited to be preparing for a trip to Europe this summer with my Dad. My Sister  and Dad went last year after a business conference and Dad promised he’d take me there one day. This year is my year!

Who wouldn’t want to go here?

I have mixed feelings. I have always dreamed of traveling but because of my severe motion sickness, it’s sort of been just that; a dream. After I discovered a patch to wear behind my ear, I am able to fly without puking and I’m sure go on a train as well.

We’ll be meeting my Sister in Amsterdam at the end of her conference, and then see my friend Nanci, that I’ve known since the 4th grade. She lives there with her sweet little family of 3. After our visit, it’s on to Italy!! I am just along for the ride, and Dad is making all the plans, but I KNOW it’ll be an experience I’ll never forget.

I’m mostly looking forward to experiencing Italy with my Dad. When you don’t know how long you have to spend with someone, every second is precious!

Besides, we have such a good time when we’re together, who wouldn’t want to spend 10 days with these guys??

So…the first thing that should be on my To Do List, is get a passport! I’ll be working on that, and my diet. I have a personal goal to lose 20 lbs. by June 1st. We’ll see how that goes, but I have a really good feeling about it.

Dear Jon,

     This Sunday is Valentines Day. In the spirit of love and all that gushy mushy stuff, I wanted to let the world know how much I love and admire you.

I want the world to know that through all my faults, you love me; warts and all.

I want the world to know that when my Dad got cancer, you cried with me. That you held me in your arms and let me weep. When you didn’t know how to help or what to say, you did the only thing you knew how. You supported me when I quit my job and spent the next 8 out of 12 weeks away from our family taking care of my Dad.

I want the world to know that you do a LOT of laundry. That you always do the dishes after I cook. Actually, you do more than most husbands. That during American Idol season, you lend a helping hand do most of the cleaning and get the house ready for me before all my friends come over. That last year, when I couldn’t be there for the finale, in my honor you wore my Party T-shirt and hung out with my best friends.

I want the world to know that you nursed me to health over and over again through 6 surgeries over the last 16 years and through the 4 births of our children. That at a moments notice, you will get in the car and go to the store for me and get my medicine (or cookies which really can be medicine in emergency situations). That when one of our children is sick, you will leave at 1 o’clock in the morning and take them to the emergency room and give them tender loving support while they get x-rays, and CT scans, only to come home hours later and get little sleep.

I want the world to know that you love LOST. I mean LOVE L O V E it. That I love it too, but not like you do. I want the world to know that I haven’t been very supportive of your favorite hobby. That I’m selfish when it comes to sharing you with the world. I want you to know that I’m sorry I’ve been a pouty, guilt inducing, pain in the ass about it sometimes all the time. I want the world to know that I’m learning to love and cherish all the things that make you, you. I want the world to know that when I saw you do a video interview (that you wanted me to be a part of, but I refused – *see above about being an ass) tonight, even though I laughed at you and thought it was going to be silly, I had a revelation that you were filled with joy like a school boy getting a shiny new toy. Seeing you like that made me happy. It filled me with the same joy that you felt.

I think I’m ready to share you with the world, knowing that you love me and care for me unlike anyone I’ve ever known.

I want the world to know that…

 
You are my best friend.

Your kisses make me weak in the knees.

I love you.

Happy Valentines Day Sweetheart.

-Angie

Not only did I get a small afterschool job, but I created a new blog!!

This is a shameless plug for the other new, exciting, and sure to be thrown to the wayside as soon as I get bored endeavor. That’s just how I roll.  Oh look! Pop Tarts!

Check it out, lemme know what you think. I think it’s pretty cute, probably more cute to look at more than anything…well at least for me.

Here’s a sneak peek:

Cute huh? Ok, ok…here it is…click here- http://sweetbippycooks.blogspot.com

Then come back here and tell me what you think. Ok? Thanks, you’re the best!!

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What have I been up to these days? Well…not a whole lot! I’ve taken a lot of naps. I’ve purposely avoided laundry and dishes. I’ve made some menus and spent hours on the computer looking at crocheting videos on YouTube. I know, busy right?!

I’m just keepin’ it real. That’s my new motto this year. Keeping it real and being myself. Love me or hate me, I’m me. No changing that, but I can strive to a better me, whatever that mean.

It’s almost the end of January and I haven’t started my list of to-do’s, but I still have time! So there’s that…

So…check out my other blog for some fun food and recipes. I’m keeping it real over there too, so um, yeah. Thanks!!

Air Kisses to you darling, 

Theft Problem – IMPORTANT MESSAGE:

You’ve heard about people who have been abducted and had their kidneys removed by black-market organ thieves.

My thighs were stolen from me during the night a few years ago. I went to sleep and woke up with someone else’s thighs. It was just that quick. The replacements had the texture of cooked oatmeal. Whose thighs were these and what happened to mine? I spent the entire summer looking for my thighs. Finally, hurt and angry, I resigned myself to living out my life in jeans. And then the thieves struck again.

My butt was next. I knew it was the same gang, because they took pains to match my new rear-end to the thighs they had stuck me with earlier. But my new butt was attached at least three inches lower than my original! I realized I’d have to give up my jeans in favor of long skirts, and possibly a pair of hippie Birkenstocks.*

Two years ago I realized my arms had been switched. One morning I was fixing my hair and was horrified to see the flesh of my upper arm swing to and fro with the motion of the hairbrush. This was really getting scary – my body was being replaced one section at a time. What could they do to me next?

When my poor neck suddenly disappeared and was replaced with a turkey neck, I decided to tell my story. Women of the world, wake up and smell the coffee! Those ‘plastic’ surgeons are using REAL replacement body parts -stolen from you and me! The next time someone you know has something ‘lifted’, look again – was it lifted from you?

THIS IS NOT A HOAX. This is happening to women everywhere every night.

WARN YOUR FRIENDS!

P.S. Last year I thought some one had stolen my Boobs. I was lying in bed and they were gone! But when I jumped out of bed, I was relieved to see that they had just been hiding in my armpits as I slept. Now I keep them hidden in my waistband .

Stolen from Debily without her permission, but because we both suffer from BUAS (boob under armpit syndrome), I don’t think she’ll mind.
*Ok, so I added my own two cents.