Watching Closely

My dear sweet baby girl is growing up to be a magnificent little lady. She dresses up with three purses in each hand, ten strings of pearls around her neck, and her pink Sunday hat to top it all off. Making choices on what to do and watch. She is making decisions from her clothing, to which sticker she wants to wear. Addalynn has even become aware of all her bodily functions.... and finds them silly! It astounds me to see my precious little Magnolia bud blossom a little each day.

I am sitting here, watching her closely, noticing the changes that take place every moment. It makes a mother proud to see her daughter be such an independent old soul. Yes, I say old soul because of the characteristics she displays. She knows how to pray because she watched us once. She knows what the Book of Mormon is because she brings it out to hug the book. She stares at the picture of Jesus, with that knowing look of who he is.

Addalynn is constantly growing and learning. She loves people and is not afraid to show it. I hope that when I grow up that I will have that little bit of spirit she has so much of. I want that determination to do and get anything she wants. I would love to have the gumption that radiates off her, giving her, her own beautiful personality.

I am so honored to have my little angel, borrowed from God, to raise during this time. Addalynn truly is a magnificent creature... a beautiful daughter of God in all his ways.

MOVING DAY- 33 DAYS IN COUNTING.

This move is bittersweet. For one, I hate sorting, organizing, and packing everything. Also, I absolutely HATE the cleaning up after... but the company who manages the house is Total Property Management (TPM). So I am going to skip out of the cleaning! Wahoo! Our lovely neighbors who moved on in May left their place a disaster! HA! Serves TPM right! That is were I come into the sweet part of the bitter aftertaste. I HATE EFFING TPM!!! They have literaly taken on the role as the slimiest, liar, penis wrinkling, managing company EVER. Good Show!

One has to think how does a company flounder that low? How does one small asinine company not care about their reputation, well being a penis wrinkle in all I guess that answers that questions. Not to mention they do not show the slightest amount courtesy to their tenants, or the homes they "claim" to watch after. My belief? TPM is in cahoots with either the Nazi skinheads or Satan.

So here's to moving out of a spider infested black hole of a dungeon. Cheers!

Taking over the world at two years old.

Addy is becoming so independent! And becoming a crazy two year old monster!!!! I love it.... but then it comes to a point where I feel like pulling my hair out, because of how much she wants to do. Today, she picked out her own outfit, and wanted to put on her "schoose", and does not want me to read to her anymore (like I was ever really allowed to anyway!). But she says, "No mommy, mine." Then sits on her little bench, puts up her little feet up and blabbers away!

Addalynn has become a monster, the type of monster that is growing into an independent, happy, and self reliant two year old. I am so proud of my baby, well little girl. I can not wait to see what she becomes as she grows older. Her thoughts have become her own and her actions are based on decisions she makes. I am just a mother looking in on a small adult, who has the whole universe at the tips of her fingers. Nothing will stop her, she looks at everything and everyone, and says, "Nothing can stand in my way, I am almost two! And I will take over the world!"

LOVE IT!

Will it really change anything?

Ripped in half and unknowing the unknown,
Will the war end? No I do not see it...
Does anyone understand this horrid pain?
To be on the outside trying to looking in?
Unable to understand and not being told why.
Not able to ask, because I am not allowed.
Having to play by their rules,
unable to meet in the middle.
To work it out, would be ludicrous it seems.
But "would it really change anything?"
I suppose not, at least that is what is believed.
I miss you, I love you... But I am lost.
You do not care , do you?
Or are you being persuaded not to?
To be the only one at blame is insane.
To believe one would do anything for you...
Has the capability to tell you lies...
Sad, because he is right...
It will really will not change,
and Nothing will be the same.

Coming Back....

Friends, I am back! Huzzah! I have had quite the time off, and it continues to be more exciting day by day. But I have decided to change my blog a bit. Since I have had many "going ons" in my life... I am changing the theme of my blog. Instead of beautifying my outer body, I am creating a better me. This change is not only for my inner self, but for my family.

As I trek towards my goal, I want my family and friends to be there. I feel your support and love. I feel the prayers that come my way, and I am truly grateful for them. Not only do they build me up, but they give me the courage and strength to continue forward. Thank you for this gift you have given not only me, but my family. We love you all, and are grateful to have a strong foundation.

I love you all.

Taking a sabatical.

Hello friends and family, I hope that life is treating you all well. I am writing a short blog to let you all know that a bit of an intense circumstance came my way. So I have been instructed by my physician to hold off on the HCG Diet for right now, alleviating some stress in my life. I will continue to post after a week or so, and continue with some fun and fresh recipes for I am still trying to eat healthy. Please just keep our family in your prayers and thought, and as soon as I am able to I will jump back on the bandwagon! Thank you for your support and kind words.

Day Five: When you fall, brush off the dirt and keep running.

Well, this morning I was unusually excited! I wanted to see two more disgusting pounds deducting from my current weight of 198.4 pounds. As I finished up with my humanly morning duties, I hoped on the scale, just to look down and be entirely pissed off. I only lost 1.4 pounds. Yup! I am currently 197.0 pounds. I wanted to cry.

I started thinking to myself, "What can I do differently... what DID I do differently? What did I eat, drink, touch that would of affected my results?" So I started brainstorming. I wrote down everything I did differently. It was not a long list.

1. Used Johnson's & Johnson's Baby Lotion... but that is excepted! It has nothing ending in "ose".
2. I ate steak for two meals, again excepted!
3. I had Stevia drinks. Stevia is also on the okay list... but maybe...

I thought maybe I was putting to much Stevia Sweetener in my cup of "Joe". So I jumped online and started to investigate. Not to my surprise, I was right, Stevia is on the list and their was no quantity control there. Stevia is so strong that really you could not handle more than a few drops at a time in one cup anyway. So in retrospect I did not use in total more than a a couple of dropper fulls, to sweeten my drinks.

Frustrated, I continued to poke around to see what in the world I could have done wrong. To no avail, I... well I eventually gave up. So I started another project, to take my mind off the angering situation. I went to Excel, to finish up next weeks meal plan and I glanced at the rule section. I totally messed up! While fixing two Stevia Drinks I added 1 tbsp milk each... adding to 2 tbsp in total. To my surprise, I am only allowed 1 tbsp milk per day! Yikes!

How could I have forgotten that! Not to mention that the 1 tbsp difference caused me to not lose an extra pound!!! Confound it! Believe me, I was so perturbed by myself for not going back to double check the rules like Dr. Simeon advises. Never rely on your memory! After a few minutes of beating myself up, Spencer comes into the room and sweetly says, "Megan, you lost one pound. That is still fantastic! Why are you so upset? At least you did not gain a pound. You are doing great."

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Do you see what I mean! This is why I do not deserve this man! He is always so kind and patient, helping me to see the good in everything. What a wonderful support and backbone I have, constantly building me up and placing me on that pedestal. If it were not for my companion, friend, and eternal love I would be lost. Thank you Spencer for loving me, the psychotic, grotty, and impractical person I am.

As usual, Spencer is right. I lost one pound. That is fantastic! Why was I so distraught? I should have been ecstatic! So, I made a mistake, but I also learned from that mistake. You know the old saying, "Don't cry over spilled milk."? Well it applies to me constantly! It is okay to foul up. Without mistakes, we would not have a valuable lesson to learn from. When you fall, brush off the dirt and keep running.