Totally Frumptastic

Yeah. It was one of those days. The kind of day where mom had to get Daddy up for work at 3 AM and the toddler woke up screaming 10 minutes before the alarm. The kind of day where Mommy slept in (AKA 7:15) so both kids were up before she could get dressed. So the 17 year old t-shirt went on over the sports bra and the way-too-big yoga pants were thrown on for decency. This is how Mama rolled today.

P.S. Can we give a little shout out to the 7 year old (developmentally delayed) who had TWO successful potty times this morning?!!!!! Complete with a "Go Potty" to tell me he had to go the second time!!! I'm grinning from ear to ear right now. There is light at the end of this tunnel.
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A Vent and A Tiny Step Forward

Ok so I'll start with the tiny step forward so those of you who don't want to listen to my ranting can move on. Today I got dressed!

I know! I know! Most people get dressed every day. What's so great about that? The thing is, it was my son's 2nd day home from school and I didn't have anywhere to go today, so for me, getting dressed was monumental! Also, the fact that I washed my face and sort of "did" my hair added to the fabulous feeling of accomplishment.

Now for the vent. If you want to stop reading you won't hurt my feelings. Most women with extra curvy thighs will appreciate this vent. Why do the seams on the inside of the jeans always start to fray after wearing them for a while? It's so annoying and why hasn't someone invented a way of making jeans that are reinforced or something in that area? Am I the only one who experiences this strange phenomenon or what?

I mean the obvious answer to the perplexing question is simply to lose weight right? But until that day comes when my abnormally large thighs stop rubbing together, what can I do about this situation? The main problem lies in the reason for wearing jeans so much. Two reasons actually, my job and my husband. My current job is as a waitress in a casual burger restaurant and we are required to wear jeans as part of our uniform. That job isn't going away any time soon, by the way, because I didn't get the job I interviewed for yesterday. The other reason, my dear hubby loves me in jeans. I mean LOVES. He thinks I look sexy in jeans and at this weight (currently 214) I'll take any compliment I can get.

So what should I do about this dilemma? Aside from buying 2-3 new pairs of jeans every month. It's really getting annoying.

Interview Fabulous

I ran out of time this morning to take a picture, but I looked fabulous for my interview.  I bought a new shirt at Target Tuesday night and wore that with my old gray skirt and my even older black blazer.  I painted my nails red and wore a red beaded necklace my sister sent my for Christmas.  My hair was done and I had makeup on.  I even had time to update and print out my resume and some of my letters of recommendation.  I think the interview went well.  It was right up my alley, teaching the same or just one grade above what I have taught most of my career.  As soon as I got home I e-mailed the principal a thank you letter with a list of more references she can call.  I plan on hand-writing a Thank You note to both the principal and the teacher who interviewed me and mailing it later this afternoon.  I should know within the next week if I got the job.  In the meantime, I will continue to apply for more positions in the surrounding school districts.  Wish me luck!






These are some pictures I pulled from the web that represent similar items I wore today (it was more fun than putting it all back on a taking a picture, LOL!!)

Linking up with these blogs:

Franny :)

In Honor of Summer

I live in the Northwestern United States.  Yes, it is one of the rainiest places in the US.  Yes, I chose to live here.  Yes, I LOVE the weather.  Yes, I know I'm wierd.  But as much as I love the constant green and cool weather, I do sometimes long for the warmer weather of my Southern home.  Not the 99 degree heat with the 110 degree heat index.  But the warmer spring days of 70's and 80's.  Today, 8 days into the calendar summer, we are "supposed to" top out at 70 degrees and it's supposed to be sunny.  Well, the sunny part is actually true and I plan on getting off this computer and taking my daughter to the park in just a few minutes.  Currently the computer tells me that the temperature is 61 so I will believe the 70 when I see it.  However, in honor of (and in optimistic hope of) the warmer temperatures, I actually dressed in shorts and . . . wait for it . . .

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FABULOUS SANDALS!!!!!

Ok, so I'm trying to not focus on the obvious cankles I have right now and the un-pedicured toes that I would LOVE to have in order to look truly fabulous in these cute wedges.  Instead, I am going to be proud of myself and the fact that I did, indeed get dressed and don't have my hair in a pony tail today.

Still no Makeup, but at least no pony tail :)

Yes, I even (semi) made the bed today.

Thanks for listening to my ramblings today.  I made one or two changes.  Did you make any changes today on your journey to fabulousness?

Franny

Introducing Franny

Anonymous.  I want this blog to be anonymous for many different reasons.  The first being that I am totally and utterly embarressed by the state of my frumpiness.  I got here the way most women do.  Being a stay-at-home-mother.  I can remember wanting to be a fabulous SAHM when I was a little girl, but when it happened to me, there was NOTHING FABULOUS about it.  You see, unlike most SAHM's, I didn't choose this path.  I was forced into it by the downturn in the economy and budget cuts that put over 6000 teachers in my state out of work.  After coming off of maternity leave, there were no jobs in my county and neighboring school districts were just too far away for me to even try.  So I went on unemployment and slipped down into the spiral of depression, eating, and just overall not caring for myself. 

Now I have to be totally honest with myself and you (the 1 or 2 people who may eventually read this blog) and say that I have been in a cycle of self-destruction pretty much all of my life.  But there have been moments of happiness and little moments of fabulousness so I know I'm capable of making this monumental change.  The thing is, I'm tired of being frumpy.  I'm tired of looking in the mirror and seeing that I am REALLY beginning to look my age.  I am 38 right now.  In less than 2 years, I will be turning 40.  I want my 40's to be the most fabulous decade of my life yet.  My 20's were all about college and beginning my career as a teacher.  Then there was the little stint where I tried to find myself and instead found a husband, LOL.  My 30's have been all about the kids.  Getting pregnant, losing babies, birthing babies and finding out those babies had a rare disease and would be "special needs" kids.  There's a whole other public blog I write about that. 

But now that I come to the end of my 30's, I have decided it's time for a change.  I want to chronicle my journey from being "Absolutely Frumpy" to "Absolutely Fabulous" by the time I turn 40.  While this is an anonymous blog for now, I may use pictures with my face because that is part of my change too.  Don't worry, I'm not planning on getting cosmetic surgery or anything.  I just need to start wearing makeup and taking care of my skin.  This journey is about changing the parts of myself that don't make me happy.  Parts of myself that have tortured me for my entire life (or at least since the age of 9 or 10???).  In essence, I am tired of hearing my own complaining.  I am calling myself Franny because that is the little part of me that is constantly complaining.  I am going to try to tame my Franny inside.  Make her stop complaining and start doing something about it.

What I Wore Today

My Inevitable Pony Tail

My side profile

This is Franny.  Notice the unmade bed in the background.  The unkempt appearance of the horrible pony tail.  Pants that are really too big.  I've lost 18 pounds since last year, but don't have much in my closet that really fits me well.  The shoes are over a year old and really need to be replaced.  No makeup on my face.  This is how I look about 95% of the time on any given day.  And now, I want to change.  Welcome to my blog.  Follow me on my journey.  Is anybody else on a journey of change?  Join me in the comments section.

Franny