Here’s just another example of that. He was bored tonight and decided to do a Steve Urkel impression. Except it turned into Steve Urkel, a ballerina, a wrestler and a little bit of everything all rolled into one. I think it’s just a part of his ‘redneck’ personality coming out

I laughed so hard I thought I was going to pee my pants! I don’t know what was funnier - my kid being the goofball he is or my mom that kept saying nuts.

Have a Laugh Yourself:

I hope that made you laugh as much as it did me Oh and I think my son is addicted to this whole video thing cause he got a bit too excited when he asked where I was going to publish the video! lol

Here’s the Cooking Making Adventure:

My kid is such a goofball! Didn’t you just love his eating cheese moment?

After making cookies we watched the all time best ever Holiday movie ever made - National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation. Ok let me rephrase that…I tried to stay awake to watch it. For those of you that know me in the offline world you know how well I stay awake during movies

The point to all this?

Tuesday I got outside to enjoy the beautiful weather. (It’s not very often that in Northern Michigan in November we have 50-60 degree days so you have to take full advantage of it when it happens!) I took Bridget & Bailey (my mom & step dad’s 2 annoying adorable Cocker Spaniels) for a walk.

Walking is just a normal activity. Heck a normal everyday activity for most people. Unfortunately working form home has definitely made me pretty relaxed LAZY when it comes to physical activity including walking!

So let’s just say Tuesday’s 30 minute walked turned my legs into rubber! I had charlie horses like you wouldn’t believe that night and when I woke up yesterday (Wednesday) morning I had horrible pain in my shins!

I didn’t give in to the pain even though I so wanted to! I pushed through the pain and in the morning started back on my Fat Loss Quickie program, then in early afternoon I exercised on my rebounder (ok so you might not think that jumping on a little trampoline thing is exercise but it is!) and then shortly after that I decided to take a walk.

My Completely Pathetic Moment?

It was the walk that did me in and killed me. The simple most NORMAL thing in the world for most people did me in!

Yes I’m obviously being dramatic here. But seriously I didn’t think I would make it back home. At one point my legs were hurting so bad that they just gave out on me & I fell! Bridget (the dog) stopped and just looked at me like are you for real?

I sat there completely humiliated (wondering what the car that had just passed me was thinking - and wondering too why they didn’t stop to see if I was ok!) and crying so hard I thought I would throw up! I sat there thinking how completely pathetic this was. And how utterly sad it is! Sad that I let myself get to the point where something as simple as taking a walk is so hard.

But there was also the moment of realization that if I were on The Biggest Loser (I’ve seriously wanted to be on this show for the last several seasons but honestly what are the chances that a small town Michigan girl would get picked over the millions of applicants that apply?) at that moment Jillian would be having a hay day with me! She’d be in my face screaming at me to get up & keep going. Anyone that watches the show knows that she shows no mercy!

Somehow I mustered the strength to get up, brush myself off and keep going! It wasn’t easy. My legs were like spaghetti noodles by the time I got home. My hands and knees hurt (from when I fell) and I was just plain tired both physically and emotionally.

They say you have to reach your lowest point, the bottom of the barrel. I’m pretty sure yesterday afternoon as I sat crying on the ground with a silly dog staring at me, just confirming how truly pathetic the situation was, that I reached my lowest point. My breaking point. I can’t go on like this anymore. It’s time to do something and be serious about sticking to the long journey I know it will be!

Oh yeah and today the pain in my legs is way worse than it was yesterday. I can barely put any weight on my left leg because the pain in my calf and shin is so bad. I’m not quite sure how I’m going to exercise around this pain today but I’ve gotta find the strength because I can’t give up again!

But up until a couple years ago none of this stuff really meant anything to me. Now I have a heart for our military and especially for the families of our military members. I never realized how much the families of our men & women soldiers deal with and sacrifice too.

Before I moved back up North I was blessed to be a part of a an amazing group of men & women that met weekly to show support to our troops that are deployed. There was something about meeting there and packaging those boxes full of goodies that warmed my heart. It put a smile on my face to know that something as small as sending a care package to a deployed soldier would mean so much to them. The very last box packaging meeting I went to was one I’ll never forget. One of the deployed soldiers had just returned home and he came to share with us all about no matter how trivial or small we thought what we were doing meant so much to him and the other soldiers. To see his eyes light up as he talked about the themed packages he received made tears run down my face and a giggle escape my lips as he talked about the Barbie themed package. Yes you read that correctly - Barbie! We did all sorts of different themed packages and Barbie was one of the ‘gag’ gift sort of packages (they did this before I joined the group - so bummed I missed out on that one lol).

One of the many things I was disappointed about moving back up North was having to leave this group and not be a part of something so amazing. So right before I left I did the next best thing I became a part of a group called Soldiers Angels and adopted a deployed soldier. I’ve been sending letters and cards and care packages on a regular basis and it brings joy to my heart to do something that I know puts a smile on his face.

So this Veterans Day please stop and remember our service members - both past and present! Our freedom is because of them. The least we can do is say thank you!

Almost 2 years ago (the end of January will mark 2 years) I ‘met’ one of the most amazing men. He was everything I’d always wanted in a man - smart, cute, funny, kind, caring, selfless, honest (sometimes too honest! lol), loving, treated me with respect, wanted to know my input about situations. He was down to earth, easy to get along with and a hero in more ways than one. I looked at him as a hero in two ways - (1) because he was/is a soldier and anyone that is selfless enough to put themselves in harms way to fight for our freedom is a hero in my book. But (2) I looked at him as a hero because he was so amazing to me…or at least he tried to be. It wasn’t so easy for me to let him treat me like a princess. I wasn’t used to a man having respect for me. I wasn’t used to a man caring what my thoughts/feelings were. My past issues caused a lot of problems in our relationship…eventually pushing him away.

So many people didn’t understand my relationship with him. We were introduced while he was deployed so our relationship was emails, instant messaging, etc. It was the most ‘intimate’ relationship I’d ever had. When you are forced to build a relationship around nothing but communication the bond you build with that person is indescribable!

Anyways things came to an end but we remained friends. He was still so supportive and ‘there’ for me through so many things. Only problem was all this ‘friends’ stuff wasn’t helping me move on it was only making my love for him even stronger. It’s been a little over a year since we broke up and the love for him is still there. The dull ache in my heart is still there. The longing to have him in my life is still there. The hole that I feel like I have in my heart is still there.

The point to all this?

I knew there would be a time that I had to let him go. I’ve been holding onto him all this time when there wasn’t anything to hold onto and it’s been painful. Earlier tonight salt got poured into an already open wound and it was then that I realized it was time to let go and say goodbye once and for all. The sad thing? I feel even more hurt right now because of how I handled a situation with him. He had some very important news to share with me but I acted in a selfish manner and instead of stopping to think about his feelings I only cared about mine and the fact that the wounds that hadn’t healed yet (because I kept hanging on to him instead of letting go) were opened even deeper. But maybe what unfolded tonight was exactly what I needed to make me open my eyes and realize it was time to let go and move on once and for all regardless of how hard it is.

But I have one question…

Why does it take a minute to say hello but takes forever to say goodbye?