Beds be gone.....

Here's my dilemma.....the kids won't sleep in their beds!!!! NO they are not the little kids that you are thinking of that cry at night and climb into bed with you....they are 8, 12 and 16...and I can never find a child in a bed...I came home last night after a wonderful evening with my girlfriends only to find that not only were my children not in their beds, but now they are multiplying and sprawled all over my family room....I counted 6 bodies in my family room, three bodies in the basement, and OH I found Marc in a bed. I ask you...how does an 8 year old sleep in a chair, granted it is a glider but nevertheless a CHAIR..what was she thinking? While making breakfast for all these wonderful children (OK so I bought wawa breakfast sandwiches) I decided it was time to ask the question...WHY DIDN'T ANYONE SLEEP IN A BED? As you can imagine they all jumped in with answers..NOT....I could not get any of them to answer me...so I have decided I am just going to do away with beds, bed making, sheet cleaning because NO ONE IN MY HOUSE sleeps in a bed....well maybe Marc but I gotta tell ya he sometimes does not make it off that couch. I on the other hand love my BED!

Miss Popularity...

By accident, I joined Facebook. I got some random email that someone wanted to be my "friend" so I clicked, and next thing I know, my entire address book gets a message that I want them to be my facebook friends. Totally bizarre. Anyway, I'm proud to say that I have 49 friends. And I know what they are doing at any given moment. For example, I know what someone is eating. I know that someone else is getting ready to go to a birthday party. I even know what some people are anticipating..."so and so can't wait to go fishing this weekend!" My question is ... Who gives a crap? I have always been of the mindset that if I didn't keep in touch with you from high school/college/etc., then I really don't care what you're up to these days. You are either married with a couple of kids, like me, or you're not. Either way, I don't really care. And if you are doing something more exciting than that, I don't want to know that either, just to make me feel like my life is boring and sucky. If you are not someone from my sordid past, then you are one of my current friends or aquaintences. In which case, I see or speak to you on the phone probably daily, if not once a week or so. However, I will admit, it is an obsession for me to get more "friends." Some people have over 300!! Wow, they must be really cool and popular! I gotta get me some of that.
Anyway, chat later...gotta go check out "My Space"

Traveling Pants

Well I decided to start running about 6 weeks ago (OK it's not all running I mix it up with some walking) but I am now up to 5-6 miles a day, except when my kids need to be at the high school for some sport in the evening, at which point I add another 4-5 miles...I know you are thinking NUTS or WOW and neither should apply...because for those of you that know me I am "INSTANT GRATIFICATION" and everything I do is in abundance...some would say I have ADD....so what....I don't have a problem with that; although that explains the fact I can't sit still for any length of time, except when I am enjoying my glass of wine (but that's a topic for another blog). Back to my run/walk....I have lost weight and still have lots more to go but I now have my inspiration...my adorable, cute LITTLE Levi's...yes I refer to them as adorable and cute...BECAUSE THEY ARE SO LITTLE! Who knew I was that small at one point.
I also mix my workout up, on Wed. I run/walk and work out with my dear "chub club" friends...although you can't call us the chub club for too much longer. Last Wed. we did a spin class...now I know why I never did spin before...YOU HAVE TO STAND AND RIDE THE STATIONARY BIKE for many minutes at a time.....52 minutes later, I survived and was sweating like i never knew that I could. I do have to admit I thought I was going to lose my dinner from the night before in the first few minutes of the class... And who invented that? But the real reason I am doing all of this is my Levi's they gotta fit at some point. So from now on on Wed. when our little chub club is working out I will be bringing the "traveling Levi's" as my goal.....but I think I will suggest we all have to fit into them....our version of the 40 something traveling pants!

Stay tuned....I will get a picture of the pants on the blog.....and I will at some point get a picture of our Chub Club in the "Traveling Levi's"......Don't you want to know how little they are?

Who really cares about all this exercise....its all about my LEVI'S......I admit it!!!!!

Farewell to Randy Pausch...

I just want to encourage everyone to read "The Last Lecture." For those who do not know, Randy Pausch was a Carnegie Mellon professor who was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer in 2006. He was given 3-6 months to live. He passed away last Friday, July 25th. Dr. Pausch was 47 years old. His last lecture was an honest and humble account of how to savor every moment in life. He was truly an inspiration, and anyone can benefit from reading his story.

My friend Anna.....

My friend Anna is involved in a launch of a new company.....check it out:

I'd like to invite everyone to check this out... (973) 854-6963 - 3 minute recordingwww.mygenewize.com/ernieo. Ernie and I are very excited and confident that this is an opportunity that we will be very happy that we did NOT miss. We recently became involved with 12-year publicly traded biotechnical company called GeneLink. They are about to launch (this Friday, Aug. 1st) their new product through their wholly-owned division called GeneWize. The product is a customized, DNA-guided nutritional supplement based on your own personalized DNA analysis. Getting in on ANYTHING this early would be huge, but I do feel that this will be the future of nutrition. It will be more effective AND economical in that we will only get what we NEED and can actually USE vs. guessing. More than anything else, the fact that we are on board PRE-LAUNCH with this opportunity is what really has us excited. Please investigate this as much or as little as need be and give me and/or Ernie a call/email. Thanks,Anna Ojea (Abril)(561) 543-3526annaojea@yahoo.com

Amber Alert...

My inner child is lost. She was last seen getting her ass kicked by these two gangsta chicks:

What? They don't look so tough? Not even with the "Beware I'm allergic to Peanuts" sticker plastered on the little one?

Well, think again.

At the shore this weekend, my kids wanted me to go on the rides with them. When I said "no way" my nephew asked..."Aunt Deb, what happened to your inner child?" He's 9, by the way.

So, that got me thinking... There was a time when I'd go on the rides. Swim in the ocean (ok...those of you who know me know that I was never an ocean swimmer, but go with me on this one...) Or at least frolic in the sand a little. Fine, by frolic I mean not get all bent out of shape if some sand gets on any part of my body except my feet. But now I'm just tired. And I think... "Where IS my inner child?"

I continued to ponder this as I drove up to Rutgers University, my alma mater, to meet up with my other nephew, who is 18.

Ahh, the memories. I thought back to those days with such joy, such vivid memories. "It wasn't so long ago that I trolled these streets," I said. My nephew pointed out that lots has changed since "back then." After all, it was a "very long time ago." Almost 20 years.

Here he is visiting me at RU back in 1991... and now.

Holy crap!! Seriously?? Where did that time go? Seems like yesterday. I feel like I could still go to the Knight Club or Olde Queens Tavern and fit right in... that is, if those places still exist.

So, although my kids would like to meet my "inner child" on the "Music Express" on the OC boardwalk, I'm pretty happy that my "inner 22 year old" is still alive and kicking.

Meet me at Olde Queens. I'll kick your butt in a beer chugging contest.

There comes a day.......

There comes a day when you realize you have to watch what you say....yesterday was one of those days. It's Sunday afternoon and we have no baseball games to get to so my husband takes Austin to his friend's baseball game, Adam is at a friends house and it's just me an my little princess at home. I was thinking quiet time watch a little tv, relax NOT. My little princess is bored, nobody is around so we decide to play some games. Monopoly lasted an hour (I must have been playing the game wrong all these years) my little princess told me the rules are a little different now...ok so I believed her....after Monopoly we played LIFE (now I never knew the rules on how to play this game) and instead of reading the directions I decided I COULD MAKE UP THE RULES...she did not like that very much my little princess who is BY THE BOOK! Well in between playing these fun games I needed a little break was a little hungry so I sneak into the kitchen while she is setting up the game....so I think I have some time...and even though I am on a diet, I think one donut can't hurt I have been working out...in the meantime my little princess appears in the kitchen ready for the game...she asks me if I plan on eating that donut and how many points is that donut (if you don't know about points then you don't know about weight watchers)....well of course I respond by letting her know it is ok because I worked out this morning....not good enough...now picture this....my little princess standing in the kitchen with her hands firmly planted on her hips, clenched fists..and she says..."Don't you dare think you can come running to me to complain about your weight, I am not going to want to hear it" and walks out of the room....so I sit there and contemplate do I eat this donut or do I walk away...30 seconds later she is in the kitchen again..and she now is a little testy...again she tells me " I told you I don't want to hear it", and walks out....well now I am a little anxious what do I do...and is she going to walk in again....I was actually worried that she would come into the kitchen again...so before I got yelled at again, I quickly put the donut away and went back to playing the game of LIFE...isn't that ironic....

Morale of the story: Don't tell your kids you are on a diet and don't tell them which one...because if they are anything like my kids....they will ask you to document your daily food intake and daily exercise regimen so they can check it.....oh I failed to mention my little princess is only 8 years old....I better stay in line!!!!!!