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S*exing It Up With Carmen Electra

Haiku Friday

 

Trying something new
Carmen Electra’s striptease
instead of yoga

Seductive moves and
bedroom eyes to tone my arse
I felt like a tool

It is now clear that
stripping is not my calling
I am no Carmen

Yesterday I decided that instead of spending the children’s nap time on the computer, I would work out. Flipping through the exercise video choices on On Demand, I stumbled across Carmen Electra’s “Fit to Strip” workout. To be honest, I had actually seen it before, and wanted to try it out, but felt too silly. Since no one would be watching I decided to coax out my inner stripper.

It didn’t go so well.

First of all, I didn’t have the proper attire, perky boobs, or pigtails. 
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Even though no one could see me, I felt like a complete jackass doing these moves. I embarrassed myself. 

“Now it’s time for body rolls!” Carmen exclaimed.  Yeah, that’s what I need.  MORE body rolls!  Whee!

“Let’s sex it up!”  she encouraged.  Let’s not.  HOW EMBARRASSING.
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Also.  Beans for lunch before a “strenuous” workout.  Bad idea.  And NOT sexy.
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(I’m totally kidding about the last part. That NEVER happened. *ahem*)

Note to self:  Workouts would be more efficient if the majority of the time wasn’t spent pausing the TV, taking pictures and giggling at my own jokes.

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When I Need Expert Advice, I Consult Mah Peeps on Teh Internetz

I have a very serious medical condition.  It’s called Icantdecorateforsh*t-itis.  Please don’t worry, I know you want to help me and luckily FOR YOU, I think you can.

One of the symptoms of Icantdecorateforsh*t-itis is the inability to decorate a large patio door with anything besides UGLY VERTICAL BLINDS.    Help!   This will eventually will be a door that we will go in and out of frequently, although right now we don’t actually have a yard.  In the mornings we need something that blocks the sun’s blinding fury. 

I think my dilemma is obvious.  Those blinds SCREAM 1990.

Yet another symptom of this very serious disease, is the utter and complete feeling of being overwhelmed when trying to figure out how to decorate this wall…

Please note the monstrosity that is our television, currently fulfilling the role of “focal point.”  I’d like to hang some pictures along the wall next to the TV, but I’m afraid it will look terrible.  Also, I wonder if I need some sort of table thing to “anchor” the pictures.  How would something like this look?  Table?  No table?

You can help!  For just one comment, you can cure me of Icantdecorateforsh*t-itis. 

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I had the pleasure of meeting several great bloggers at the Indianapolis area blogger meet-up this past weekend.  I would have written about it yesterday, but my thumb and elbow were too sore from bowling.  Have I mentioned how much I love Indiana?  Well, I DO.

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One last thing, you can check out my new celebrity buzz column over at Blissfully Domestic (among many other far better columns) every Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday!

Come Join My Camp

Because nothing says “I’m gettin’ laid on Valentine’s Day” like body-odor scented burgers.

Blech.

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Speaking of Valentine’s Day and White Castle (which is wrong on SO.  MANY.  LEVELS), Tate and I had a little disagreement about this.   Tate is certain that EVERYONE knows that White Castle has this Valentine’s Day “celebration,”  you know, like it’s common knowledge.  It certainly isn’t part of my common knowledge, nor do I think that it is part of most people’s common knowledge.  My theory was that maybe since I (thankfully) didn’t grow up in a town with Whities , I hadn’t heard of it. 

But I hated to concede to TATE.

Luckily, his sister, who not surprisingly grew up in the same city, didn’t know about this ridiculousness known as a date to White Castle for Valentine’s Day.  So HA!  Well, maybe not HA! since it blew my proximity to a White Castle theory out of the water.  But!!  It did add a person to my never heard of this very bad idea camp.

So far, Tate 1,  Jennifer 2.

Helpa girl out, wouldya?  You’re in my camp, RIGHT?

I Think Someone Needs to Lay Off the Taco Dip (and Pizza and Ice Cream and Butter…)

Yesterday I looked in the mirror and noticed how much my body has changed since I had Ella.  Sadly it hasn’t changed for the better.  I look worse than I did hours after I gave birth.

My excuse?  I eat too much and don’t exercise AT ALL.  (Mmmm, taco dip!  Pizza!  Ice Cream!  Butter!  I’ll have a stick and a half, thanks!)

I’ve always been pear-shaped, heavier in my ass region and fairly slender through my waist.  Now I’m even MORE pear-shaped, but my waist isn’t what you’d describe as “slender.”  I’m lumpy and squishy and uncomfortable in my own skin.

I have pockets of flub in places I’ve never had it before.  Backfat, backfat.  Backfat, backfat.  I’ve got backfat, loaded up with things and nick nac’s, too.  Anything that you might need, I’ve got inside for you.

You can also meet Sarcastic Mom’s “friends” Kevin and Leroy here.

So why am I showing off my less than flattering goods?  Making you hurl your last meal?  (Sorry about that, by the way.)  I’m tired of looking like this, feeling like this, eating like this.  The other day I read this post by Mrs. Flinger about her “one day diets” and it made so much sense.  I cannot completely cut out all the foods I love and change the way I eat forever, every single day, for the rest of my life.  In the past I’ve cut out FAT or CARBS, but I know deep down that I can’t do that again, at least not everyday for all of eternity.  Also, I hate when you’re dieting and “cheat” and then feel so guilty and certain that the extra helping of Chubby Hubby is why Guissepe and Pierre just won’t go away.

But I can go on a series of “one day diets.”  I can eat healthy TODAY.  I can eat less TODAY.  I could do 10 sit-ups TODAY.  Maybe tomorrow I can eat healthy, too.  And maybe I could walk for 20 minutes AND do 10 sit-ups.

One day.

I started yesterday by just eating less.  Instead of finishing everything on my plate and then whatever Carson didn’t eat and then a few more bites while I’m putting everything back in the fridge, I just ate a smaller portion.  I drank more water than usual.

Today I’m on a diet again.  

And hopefully tomorrow, too.

One Last Jab

I Hope Chester Can Breathe in There

I don’t even know a “Chester Drawer” and have no idea why I have his clothes and two pairs of his boots.