I’m playing along with the Diaper Diaries‘ new carnival, Things I love Thursday, over here at our review blog, Reviewin’ It Up! So go check it out!
WFMW: Dottie’s Weight Loss Zone
As I mentioned a few weeks ago, I am doing Weight Watchers as an attempt to lose the rest of my baby weight. And then some. But anyway.
I haven’t officially joined WW yet. While I think that the best way to do this program is to go to the weekly meetings, they don’t fit into everyone’s time or money budget.
That’s where Dottie’s Weight Loss Zone comes in. This website has everything!! Dottie has calculated the points values for every food imaginable, and she has lists and lists of restaurant point values as well. It’s pretty awesome.
The best part of this site, though, is the downloadable WW points tracker. Now I can keep track of everything I eat and calculate points right on my Palm Pilot. The food and restaurant lists are available for download as well, so I have everything i need to do WW while on the go. For FREE. That Works for Me.
For more WFMW tips, click over to Rocks in my Dryer.
Some Moms are Fun Moms. And then there’s ME.
Yesterday my friend Andrea and I were talking (yes, this is the same Andrea whose house and dog Joshua puked all over. Yes, we are still friends. We were at a park yesterday so there was no need to worry about Joshua hurling all over her carpet or newborn baby. Anyhoo.) about my recent vacation to Virginia, and I was saying that when I go on vacation, I like to just lay around. I prefer if that “laying around” happens on a beach, but Virginia was good too. I mean we took the kids for short outings to the creeks and rivers and other places where they could play, but no more than two hours long at a pop. Andrea agreed and she also likes a lazy vacay. She vacations each year in Florida, but, she said, “I have no interest in going to Disney World or anywhere like that.”
“Me neither!” I agreed. “Emily took Kate though. She’s crazy!”
Sorry Karen, but the thought of going to Disney World with my kids makes me want to jump off a bridge. Nothing against you, good folks at Disney! I would LOVE to go with my husband or with Emily and kick it Disney-style for a day (and then spend the rest of vacation laying around) but I am waaaay too lazy to take my kids there. Besides, I think they should wait until they are older to truly enjoy the magic. My parents took me when I was six and the only thing I remember about it is that the guy dressed up as Captain Hook scared the bejeebers out of me and my Dad almost clocked him ’cause he wouldn’t leave me alone! I don’t want a hug, you gimpy pirate! Leave me alone!
Emily, on the other hand, is a fun mom. As I mentioned, she and Andy took Kate to Disney when Kate was three and she had the time of her life! And I think they actually had fun, too. Unless they are just lying to save face. Which is what I would have to do.
Andrea and I continued or conversation by focusing on local spots to avoid. The first one that sprang to mind was an amusement park I loved to go to when I was young, which is about an hour away from our house, Kings Island. “Oh yeah,” I said, “You couldn’t pay me to take the kids to Kings Island. I know Emily has taken Kate there though.” Andrea agreed that she too would rather go on Fear Factor than take her kids to Kings Island. Too much waiting in long lines in the sun with people whose kids are not nearly as innocent and sheltered as ours are! And lots of teenagers making out everywhere. And more tie-dye than is healthy in one locale.
Just a mere 8 hours later at about 8:30, I got a text message from Emily on my cell. Here is what it said: “We are at Kings Island and we are in line for the Beastie for the 4th time today. I am too old for this.” I was all by myself, but I totally cracked up. I had no idea when I was having that conversation with Andrea earlier, that Emily was actually AT Kings Island at that exact moment with her hubby, 4-year-old, and 10-week-old!! She was at the very place I said I wouldn’t be caught dead at! Because apparently she and Andy don’t mind torturing themselves so that their kids can have fun! Who knew??
I called her the next morning and said, “There is just one thing I need to know. I know you were both smoking crack. But which one of you bought it?”
“Actually,” Emily said, “we had a really nice time. One of us stayed with Sam and one of us rode rides with Kate.”
A nice time. Riiiight. Keep telling yourself that, Em. And keep on smokin’ that crack! I’m sure it helps!