I don't know what happened to the ears on your chocolate bunny
Just kidding ds hasn't come home yet so I'm content to just snitch the mini dark chocolate milky way bars from his basket grandma made him. His basket here isn't quite as tempting, baseball cards, beef jerky, and gum. I knew what I would do if I filled it with dark chocolate kisses...
I know this blog is supposed to be about weight loss and in a way it is....Frustration makes me eat, eatting makes me gain weight...Thus the need for weight loss. So allow me to vent about what frustrates me:
Tax season will be over in just a few more days :D I'm so damn glad!! I can't lose an ounce during tax season no matter what. After next week I have found a way to have Monday night, Wednesday night, and Thursday nights free...I have decided that I will just give my kid away so I can exercise.
Before you start telling me I'm a crappy mom be forewarned that my answer will be "yeah, so?". My son is almost 11 and those hideous 'Tween' hormones have hit. Tweens can be a total pain in the rear sometimes. I haven't given him away for good, just long enough each day to keep my sanity. I bragged so much on his private coach that my freind A's husband decided to take their son. So he goes the same time as my son on Mondays and since they are going that way anyway and they think my son is so sweet-they take him with them!! Sweet deal for me!! I get a 3 hour break where I can go walk without dragging any kids around the track with me. (This is provided the daycare kids leave before 6 PM, but that's a whole nother rant)
Wednesday is the night he goes to the Troll and the Cryptkeeper for the night. (That's the ex and his latest wife in case you're new to this)
Thursdays he has baseball practice and my future husband picks him up and takes him and brings him home. Ssshhh my future husband has no idea about my plans for him and don't go telling him. I want him to think it was all his idea 
and besides I don't even think he can stand me. I'm like a super subspecies of stealth mold or fungus...I'll grow on him when he's not looking. It just takes lots of exposure in small doses and he'll get used to me. I'm kind of diggin' the single thing too and no where near ready to give up my freedom or independence or occasional hookups with Mr Hottie. Future husband is needing a little more time as a single parent before I propose anyway. That way I'll be appreciated for any little thing I do around the house :D BTW Future Husband and Mr Hottie are not the same man.
Poor Mr. Hottie he's as busy as I am and our total communciation this year has probably been maybe 5 or 6 phone calls and a couple dozen IM's and text messages...Okay and 3 or 4 overnights 
Our latest round of texting went something like this
Sunday night Mr Hottie to Leah: Hey are you off work tomorrow night?
Sunday night 3 hours later-Leah to Mr Hottie: No Stone goes to the Gym on Mondays (this was before I had A;s husband taking him) You know that...then when we get back to town I have 30 minutes to feed him and then he goes to scouts and AK is here until 8 on Mondays-remember.
Monday afternoon Mr Hottie to Leah: I had forgot about Mondays...What about tomorrow night?
Monday evening: Leah to Mr Hottie: I have college classes on Tuesday nights but I might be talked into skipping it for a better offer.
Tuesday morning Mr Hottie to Leah: Don't know if I can offer anything better than your class.
Tuesday morning:Leah to Mr Hottie: Try me!
Tuesday noon: Mr Hottie to Leah: okay I'll call this afternoon...
Leah emails assignment to instuctor with note about possible absence...
Tuesday at 3: Mr Hottie to Leah: You might as well go to school. E's mom just called got tied up at work I have to go pick E up from school and take her to dance class. and dinner after..can we make it tomorrow?
Tuesday 4pm Leah to Mr Hottie: That's to bad I was looking forward to seeing you. Tomorrow and Thursday I have to work-end of tax season we are to busy for me to call in. What about Friday?
Wednesday night: Mr Hottie to Leah: Team leaves out of town Friday morning won't be back until late Sunday night. What about Monday?
Thursday morning: Leah to Mr Hottie: My schedule is the same next week...Ball Monday, School Tuesday, Taxes Wed and Thursday.
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BTW if you're easily offended this isn't the blog for you, move on! quickly!!
Thursday afternoon: Mr Hottie to Leah: I took care of my needs all by myself. Don't you feel bad for me?
Thursday evening: Leah to Mr Hottie: Was it good for you?
Friday morning: Mr Hottie to Leah: Yeah, I guess it was I don't remember the other way anymore.
Friday late morning: Leah to Mr Hottie: There's another way?
Now that is frustration!! Of course then there is the constant Troll presence...not actual physical presence Thank God! But the constant phone calls, he's back to 6 and 7 times a day which is why my text messaging to Mr Hottie is so sporadic. My only defense is to take the battery out of the cell phone and keep the computer on line so I am not constantly answering the Troll's beck and call. Then of course he is also doing the last minute cancelation thing on his weekends. If ds has ballgames Troll won't take him...IDIOT!!
Then there is the puppy/Beastfromthedepthsofhell that Ds got for Christmas. His puppy he got this time last year died after a month so for Christmas he got another puppy. Same parents as last puppy but no where near the same dog. This one is 10 times larger, 10 times dumber, and 10 times more assertive. Oh and 100 times stronger!! I still have not established myself as alpha dog. If this Monster Mutt weren't so freakin' cute he'd already be taking up space at the local no kill shelter. I posted this earlier on the Tacky Tiki Lounge..this is how I spent my Easter...
http://tackytikilounge.blogspot.com All my crazy friends and I are going to post our daily weirdness there. Well mine occurs daily not sure about anyone else.
BTW why can't we cut and paste in here?????????