Okay, I know…weird. But I found this really cool article online yesterday and I want to be able to go back and read it again. I also thought that you all out there might be interested in it. The article is TONS of things you can do with vinegar. It’s very interesting. You can find the article here if you wish to read it. A real blog will be coming soon.

Yesterday was HOT! Josh and I decided to stay up late and watch the Olympics downstairs where it was cool before heading upstairs where it was not. So we stayed downstairs I would say until about 10 pm before we headed upstairs. We stayed up until I would say about 11pm or so, watching TV (yea, for Michael Phelps!) and then we decided we were tired and turned off the lights. Not too long afterward, I began hearing this weird noise. Sort of like a flying insect trapped in jar…mixed up with another sound that I did not recognize. Immediately assuming it had something to do with the bats outside of our window, I raised up my head and pulled back the curtain to look out the window. Josh who had already fallen asleep woke up and wondered what I was doing. I told him I was hearing a weird noise. At that moment he also heard the noise and then I FELT something hit my head! Completely terrified, I reverse screamed (you know, inhale instead of exhale, but still with noise) and climbed on top of Josh in my terror. We both jumped off the bed as I’m totally freaking out. (Poor Josh…he was half asleep and I’m not sure he knew what was happening at that point) My entire body was shaking, because I KNOW something just flew into my head. Josh wrapped the bed blankets around me and told me to go downstairs. Which I did, gladly, but I’m surprised I was able to make it without falling my legs were shaking so bad.

A few minutes later Josh came down and assured me that there were no bats in our room, it was probably only a moth and he had killed a little moth. However, I saw the moth…it was not that big. Not big enough for me to have felt what I thought I felt. But by then, I was thinking it must have been partly at least my overactive imagination alongside my intense fear that bats are going to fly in my room and get tangled up in my hair. That can’t happen, right?

About 30 minutes or so later we were still awake..it was probably past midnight at that point. Through the light downstairs that was streaming in to our room, I saw something fly into our room. Dear God, let that be a moth. I screeched to Josh that something is flying in our room. He said, “Okay, it’s probably just a moth.” I folded myself into a little ball and pulled the sheets over me entirely (It was my only defense) as Josh got up and turned on the light. Under the sheet, I heard some flapping wings, some shuffling, and then some squeaking. Then I heard Josh rush down the stairs and go out the back door. From a distance I heard a thump, thump, thump. So as Josh came back up the steps I uncovered my head. We just looked at each other for a long time. And then with my last glimmer of hope I said, “was it a moth?” He looked at me for a long time and said, “I don’t want to lie to you…can I lie to you?” Yes…there was a bat in our house…in our room…AND IT FLEW AT MY HEAD!!!

We slept downstairs.

We are calling an exterminator.

Even though this isn’t the purpose of this particular blog, I thought I would mention that over the weekend I went to a birthday party for my friend Colette. It was an 80′s themed party. It was a lot of fun, but the funnest part was seeing everyone dressed up. To see pictures, check out Allison’s blog or Colette’s.

The purpose of this blog is to share some exciting news with my blogging friends. As some of you may know, I have been working out consistently now for about 4 months 3x per week. This is very significant for me. Normally, when I begin to work out I do it for a couple weeks and then give up or lose motivation. When I first started, my motivation was to get toned up so I could show off my tattoo. Then after I got my tattoo, I continued because I wanted to be able to show off my tattoo. (Also because I really just wanted to start getting toned up). Well, around the beginning of July, I had been working out for 3 months-ish and although I was losing inches, I wasn’t losing any weight. I didn’t begin the process to lose weight, but after three months, I was beginning to get discouraged about it. So I had a conversation with my sister who had been looking skinny the last few times I’d seen her about what she had done to lose some weight. She shared her “secrets” which basically was eating more fruits/veggies, eating a light dinner, eating several small meals throughout the day. I decided to change what I was doing which was (sort of) counting calories and concentrate more on eating small meals throughout the day and adding in more protein.

I am thrilled to announce that I have finally reached my pre-pregnancy weight! I had no idea what a mental and emotional accomplishment that would be for me. But it’s been huge for me. I have been stuck at a weight for a long time which never seemed to budge. I not only have gotten under it, but have reached a weight that I didn’t think I’d ever be at again. Now, the unfortunate part of this story is that right before I got pregnant with the girls, due to medication and crazy whacked out hormones I gained 5 pounds…plus I was already about 5 pounds more than I wanted to be…so although I’m thrilled to have reached my pre-pregnancy weight, it’s definitely not the end for me. I’m working on 10 more. However, for now I’m thrilled because it gives me hope that if I can reach my pre-pregnancy weight, then I can keep losing and it’s not such an impossible task for me any longer. I don’t have to be stuck where I am (or was). And the most exciting thing….the reason that I wanted to share this on a blog….I put on a pair of shorts this morning that I’ve been avoiding because although I could get them on and zipped I would hang over the top and it just didn’t look good. So I tried them on this morning…I didn’t have to suck in to get them buttoned or zipped…and I don’t hang over the sides! At all! Hallelujah!

Dear Daddy,

Thank you so much for the gift you gave me in my daughters. I love them with all my heart. I cherish them. They bring a lot of joy into my life and my heart.

But God, please help me make it through the terrible twos. I am already so weary of the screeching, the hitting, the fighting, the coloring on the walls, the spilling of everything all over the floor, the dumping out of everything imaginable, the getting into drawers, the climbing, the defiance, the house that can never be clean because they make messes faster than I can clean them up and the not ever able to get anything done.

I am only one person. How does one person deal with 3 two-year-olds as well as their older brothers and still be able to run the house and get things done without breaking into tears of despair? I need help.

Amen.