Spelling Test are for LOSERS

Fighter Pilot has his first spelling test today. First grades sucks. Spelling test suck. It is hard for me to be too hard on my kids about spelling, or the inability to spell, given that I am a terrible speller. No really. Spell check saved my live...and I am only kidding a little bit!

Sassafras is an excellent speller. She is a great all around daughter. The single trait that makes this true is her fierce desire to please adults. She wants you to be happy with her. To tell her that you are happy with her and to hug her a lot. Her first spelling test was a breeze. She brought the list home and I got all excited about it. Finally we had some homework. Something I could do to help her with school other than read to her every night (my favorite part of my "mommy" day). I called out the words to her and she got every freaking one right. If I had an easy button I so would have pushed it.

Fighter Pilot brought home his first spelling list this week. The words were easy. They were sight words that he learned in Kindergarten (and promptly forgot over the summer because his bonus Mom packed his flashcards and sight word books when they moved and never unpacked them). Words like...at, am, as, have, that, and. I can't remember all ten but you get the idea.

Tuesday night before reading his new library book (he checked out from the school library and actually got to bring home because he is a big boy) I told him we would have to work on his spelling words. I called out the first one on the list.

Accentia: Spell "am"

Fighter Pilot: crickets chirping

Accentia: Did Mrs. 1st Grade Teacher (who also taught your sister and literally asked us if she could adopt her) explain to you what a spelling test was and what was expected of you?

Fighter Pilot: more crickets

It is going to be a long year at Casa De Accentia!

Speaking of me casa...I originally intended for this blog to chronically my journey in preparing several aspects of my life for getting pregnant. I have obviously kept you up to date on the weight issue. However, have never once spoken again of the house and finance issues...or even explained what the issues where. I'll do that next week...promise!

UPDATE!!! He made a 100% A on his spelling test. Wonders never cease to amaze! Photographic evidence below.

Second Verse Same as the First

Second week in a row for no weight loss. I am again ok with that as I had feared a gain. I had my annual girls weekend at the lake. I made great choices and watched my portions but did not count points for the entire 2 1/2 day trip. I had also had trouble the two days prior to the trip and went over my points.

This is what is so funny when you change the way you eat. Compared to every other girls weekend I ate leaps and bounds better this year. Compared to how I eat when I am working the WW plan I didn't eat so fabulous. Next week I am hoping for a good loss. I am still not exercising. The treadmill is no longer an option as I broke the console when moving it last week. Sexy can get it to work but only on 4 mph with an incline of 10...not happening! I have been considering getting up off my ass and doing the Wii Fit. So far I've only gotten as far as the considering. I have lost 13.5 lbs. I am .5 lbs from my first goal.

Sexy Sexy Rockstar

I am so blessed in so many ways but the one that comes to mind most often lately is my husband. I honestly had never sat down and thought about what married life would be like. I mean I thought about stuff like how many kids I want to have. Places I would like to live and raise a family. I just never considered the day to day aspects of a relationship.

He handles me so well. He understands me so well. When I am all hormonal and crazytown he usually responds in the right way. He knows how to tell me things...even the hard things...in a way that I actually hear them. Which brings me to the most amazing part...when I hear him and respond in an appropriate way instead of freaking out and getting mad at him he thinks I'm awesome!

On the WW front...last time I posted anything about WW I had gained 4 lbs. The next week I lost 5 1/2...thank goodness! Last week I stayed the same. I weigh in again tomorrow.

Speaking of weddings...

My brother-in-law got married this past weekend. It was one of those do-it-yourself weddings. When Sexy and I got married we knew we couldn't pull off a do-it-yourself wedding...we are too lazy! Luckily Sexy's mother is very good at cooking and decorating. We were drafted to assist with this do-it-yourself wedding. It was great fun and a lot of work.

The downside was that I ate and drank things that would not be considered "good choices". I did limit my portions on the food but not on the cokes. Sexy's mom and step-dad live in the country and they have sulfur in their water. It smells nasty. I.CAN.NOT.DRINK.IT. I can barley brush my teeth or bath in it.

I know I have issues. So I drank sweet tea and cokes for four days and shock me shock me shock me I gained four lbs. So that sucks. Glad the wedding went well. I will now be devising a strategy for the next time we head to the in-laws. It will most certainly entail bottled water.

No squirrels were harmed

The aforementioned deer incident reminded me of another animal related story. The first wedding I attended with Sexy was for Middle Sister's husband's sister. (I have two biological sisters. I am the youngest. Middle Sister is 14 months older than me and lives about 15 minutes away. Older Sister is 5 years older than me and lives about 2 hours away.) It was a lavish affair on New Year's Eve. I was really excited about it because 1. I don't get dressed up, fix my hair and wear make up very often (I'm just not one of those girls) and 2. We usually stay home on New Years Eve.

It was a really great wedding. The couple was lovely and everyone was delighted they were getting married. The reception was awesome. Seriously, it included an Elvis impersonator and everything! The plan was for the Bride and Groom to leave after everyone had rung in the new year properly...outside on the deck with fireworks and kisses. The guest were given sparklers and there was an actual fireworks show.

I was standing with Sexy and my mom at the edge of the deck enjoying the moonlight view of the lake waiting on the fireworks. The first fireworks went off and all of a sudden there was SOMETHING ON MY HEAD. A FURRY SOMETHING ON MY HEAD. The furry something was holding on to my head for dear life and then jumped off my head out into the wilderness. My husband and several on lookers had looks of amazement on their faces and after making sure I was OK and laughing till they almost peed their pants, told me that the furry something was in fact a squirrel. Apparently a squirrel that had been happily living its life...not patiently waiting for the fireworks I'm guessing....and was startled out of the tree by the fireworks.

Amazingly I was fine...just a few scratches. The squirrel...as mentioned in this post title...was not harmed.

Meeting Goals and Taking Names

I weighed in today at WW and had lost another 2.5 lbs. I am very excited about my progress and happy with the fact that I have success even when I am not perfect with my eating...cause face it I'll never be perfect! My first goal was to lose 14 lbs. I am nearing that goal having lost a total of 12 lbs.

I am learning to take my good snacks with me when I go places so that I have good options. I am learning that feeling satisfied is better than feeling full. I am learning that I CAN DO THIS!

Wind and Sun Therapy

I don't own a convertible but my mom and sister do. It is almost as good as having my own...but not quite. My 2nd boss, she is the assistant to my 1st boss, also has a convertible. Sometimes on her lunch break she drives around in her car. She calls it wind and sun therapy.

This weekend I got some wind and sun therapy thanks to my Mom's Volkswagen Eos convertible. It is a sporty, black, beautiful machine. She used to have a convertible bug. It was great. The Eos is better.

Sexy, Mom and I headed to a drive-in movie theater this weekend. Our destination was about an hour from where we started. It was a great opportunity for some wind and sun therapy. We had the oldies channel turned up, sunglasses on, top and windows down and were cruising through some of the most beautiful landscape this country has to offer.

I saw a deer and pointed it out to Sexy who was driving. His response was what it always is..."I see it". Then, unlike all the other time, it jumped into the road, in front of us. HOLY FREAKIN COW we hit a deer...or maybe the deer hit us.

I didn't actually see it cause I was curled up in the fetal position in the passenger seat praying. But I heard it and I saw the aftermath. It was trau-freaking-matic. We pulled over to survey the damage...to us and the deer. The car was damaged but repairable. The deer was in the road injured and unable to stand up. It kept trying. It kept breaking my heart.

I don't like guns. I don't want to take yours away but I don't like them. There is a story that goes with my dislike of guns but I will save that for another day. I am a southern girl so I was taught to shoot a gun...when I was 8. This was the first time EVER that I wished I had one handy. The sight of that deer in so much pain and misery. It was almost more than I could bear.

I was trying to figure out what to do...who to call. When another car stopped by the deer. The driver and passenger were attempting to put the deer in their vehicle. Clearly, they had never seen Tommy Boy! They seemed to be taking matters into their own hands and I am hoping that at the very least they ended that deer's suffering.

We went on to the movies. Thankful that things had not gone so very badly for us. Blessed that we were able to make the ride back home...watching for deer.