More Adventures in FergieRandomness

Oh, I love you people. I was so reluctant to actually put that last post out there. In the "real" world, I haven't been getting a whole lot of sympathy. Mostly weird looks and as my brother said, "Geez, Jen, three kids is a big family."

Thank you for you support. Now I'm crying with the joy of awesome internet peeps, instead of the fact that we're returning the crib to it's rightful owner, never to be used by us again. So thank you, all. Your kind words mean more than you will ever know! Just knowing I am not being silly helps so much. Onto happier topics...

This weekend has been Fergaliciously relaxed. We bbq'd some ribs, had our first outside meal of the summer, played outside until it got too hot and I'm back on track with my fitness plan. We're anticipating the stimulus check and being Fergalicious unpatriotic, we're going to invest it, rather than spend it. I know, I know...for every deposit into savings, President Bush sheds a tear. Whatever.

We took a nice walk last night and I am excited to be back on track, though I definitely need to remember the skeeter repellent. I have several lovely lumps (my humps, my humps, my lovely lady lumps...Sorry! Random Fergialicious moment there.) since sweat attracts the little buggers and I was a sweaty Betty. Is that over sharing? Sorry.

I'm finding fresh motivation since the big company dinner is in June and BlogHer is coming in July. I'm gonna have to cruise around with Miss Thang Jenny and while I'm definitely not going to be in her league, I'd like to be less fat and more Fergalicious. Crazy, I know, but hey! It's part of my charm.

Did I mention my birthday is tomorrow? I'm going to be 36. It's nice to be comparatively young, since I feel freakin' 86! I'll get all happy birthday tomorrow, so be looking for more random Fergalicious moments. I'm kind of obsessed with Fergie these days and for the life of me, I can not say why. Must be all the working out and listening to my ipod. And by the way, can I get a Woot! for the ipod. I can finally listen to all my raunchy music without my preschooler busting out with "Lay Your Hands On Me" or "Dr. Feelgood" at school. Or my middle schooler saying, "Why can't I buy Low? It's not nearly as bad as your music!" Aaah, the trials and tribulations of a rock n roll mommy. How the hades does Chrissy Hynde do it?

Okay, I'm going to go make out with my bread machine bake some bread. Have a great Monday all you Fergalicious Mamas!