ohh gym, how I loathe you....

Went to the gym today with Davon. He told me that when I got sick of going he would use his 10 day free pass and go with me. Well it has been about a month that I have been going. The weight is not coming off me like I would like. Yes, it is getting "easier", but its still not fun and by no means "easy". There are a few things that frustrate me about going to a gym.

1. The guy that paces around in work out clothes, but is just scanning the room. Sure he will walk to the machines do a few curls, but he is back scanning again. Dude, the girl you are waving at in the top floor, is NOT waving back!

2. The guy at the treadmill that is running (a lot faster than I), but is reading a book?! Come on seriously. Are you just turning the page every minute or so so that it looks like you are reading? Who can read and run?

3. The pregnant woman on the treadmill talking on the phone. Please lady, go home watch tv and eat ice cream like the rest of us did.

4. The breathing. For heaven sake the breathing. The men lifting weights and doing wierd sounding breathing. I mean the gym has towels and spray to wipe down the seats, but what about all that hot breath that is coming out of these mens mouths? So gross.

5. Ladies that put on their full face. I mean really. Its one thing for a little mascara, and yeah sometimes a little powder, but the foundation, the lip gloss, the blush, the shadow. Leave it at home. In a few minutes it starts dripping off, and sweat is not supposed to be beige.

Regardless, I'm still going.

I told Davon when he went running with me that me going to the gym has been all about prayer. In my own nature I NEVER have the desire to work out, but I have been praying about it daily and pushing through. So if you read this blog, do a shout out prayer for me....its so needed:)! And let me know what irritates you about working out. Its fun for me to laugh while I push myself:)

(with a lisp) uh yeah, ladieth man...

i think my boys are both ladies men. Miles is such a flirt. He says hi to everyone, and I mean everyone. We will be riding in the car with the windows closed and he will be yelling "HI" to the cars next to us and waving. He calls girls pretty and even now has learned to start blowing kisses. All the youth girls love him, and he eats it up!

Jay is more of a ladies man in a subtle way. When he watches tv, without asking him, he will always tell me his favorite girls, who he thinks is the prettiest. On Saturday we went to a musical about the ugly ducking. Jay fell in love. Now there are children in the musical, so you may think aww how cute, one of the little girls. Nope. This was a college age girl. Right when she came out Jay pointed to her, looked at me and said

"Mama, she's my favorite."

Cute right? Well it got more intense. Everytime she wasnt in the scene he would ask me where his favorite girl was. Near the end when she came out to sing a solo he looked at me, then her, then back at me and says,

"Mama, do you think she sees me?"

Um, no son, I dont think she does. Then afterward he asked me on the way home if we could go back tomorrow so he could see her again and then proceeds to ask my mom,

"Noni, what do you think I should say to her? What do you think she will say to me?"

Oh heaven, am I ready for this as a mother? And Lord, if its not to much to ask, please dont let me have any girls. I'm not sure I could handle it:)

This is how he pointed at her. One eye closed, the other zoned in on where she was in the room. So intense.....

whats going on?

Recent Events:

Jays has his 1st ever TBall tryouts tomorrow, which he has been asking about for two months now. I'm not sure what I am more excited about, the joy of seeing him start at a sport, or the questions being over with?

Miles is the same. Sassy and bad. But cute as ever. He loves to spit and say no to me, and maybe even slap his brother and cousin. We have had many time outs, bottom spanks, discipline talks, etc. He now walks straight to his time out place right when I say "time out," shakes his head and says "bad boy"....yep Miles, you are:)

Davon has been loving his job and working a lot. With high school students, with middle schoolers, loving the staff and growing with them and growing with his discipleship group. I love that he loves his job, I love that we seem more in love then we have ever been, I love the privilege of being married to such a great man.

I havent been so inclined to blog lately. I have been battling things in my life that I feel like the Lord is growing me, and sometimes I guess I am to private to share. I will share though how much I feel like what has happened in Japan has put a lot into perspective for me. I dont know why it has touched my heart so much. I guess I think about moms and children my kids ages that have no home and no place to go and have lost everything. Even some worried for their own lives or have lost family members. It has hit my heart so much. Yesterday i was talking to Davon about my frustrations with people who could give a rip what is going on in the world around us and are so consumed with their own lives. He said I was not allowed to get frustrated with everyone. God has been growing my heart for Him so much that I feel like maybe I am on a spiritual mountaintop, and I am looking down on everyone else. Which is just that...looking down. And Flat Out Wrong. He said after he went to Romania, and after going to a monestary, that he was warned that it was going to be hard to be around people that werent silent, or didnt care as much, they were not wrong, they were just in a different place in life. Its so funny how you can feel like God is growing you so much and yet there is still sooo much that I still need work on. So if it matters, to all of you that read this and are my friends on facebook, sorry, but I have been judging you. Hopefully you will forgive me:)

for you Tim Gunn....

Today we made a run to micheals for buttons for a vest I knit, then to a teacher store for some letters, then out to dinner. We went to dinner at a place called the Avenue, its an outdoor strip mall, after dinner jay begged me to go shopping:) My child loves to shop. Whenever we go out he always says "momma, can we go into another store." I love this about him. He picks out clothes that he likes, he matches things together. He loves hats and glasses. We were at Old Navy, and I wish I got a picture, because he was walking around with a fedora all cocked to the side, like the Neil Caffrey from the show White Collar. I know some may think that this behavior is "questionable," but really, he spends all his time with me, and if we are being honest, I am pretty darn fashionable. And not to mention, I have caught his daddy standing in front of the full body mirror saying "I am a pretty man." So I am pretty sure this kid is gonna be a stud. I think its important for him to look good, for us all to look good. Lets be honest, when you see a white girl with a black guy, the guy is usually ghetto and the girl is usually trash, so we as a stack family like to look classy and trendy, aint nothing wrong with that:)

Even at the gym-I mean really, why is it that the overweight girls all look frumpy and wear baggy sweats and tshirts, and the skinny girls all look cute. Come on big ladies, they sell stuff in an XL, I know, I buy it. Thats one thing that my husband says to me, be confident about what you are wearing and you will look good in it. So yes, I rock out cute outfits when I work out, but it makes me feel good about myself. And maybe, just maybe, it will make me loose 60 lbs, and I will be able to do the 1/2 marathon that I am attempting to train for!