>I used to be one of those people who wanted as many “friends” as possible on Facebook. “Oh! You were a freshman when I was a senior and I think I kind of remember you! Send friend request!” I mostly did this to stalk people and see what they are up to now. Once I felt like I learned enough about them, I would delete them. Don’t judge — you know you have done this, too.

I had a whole bunch of people I went to grammar school and with and high school with on there, but I blocked all of them from appearing on my news feed because most of their updates did nothing but annoy me. Then I started blocking them from seeing my updates. And then I began wondering why I even had them as a friend if we weren’t communicating in any way whatsoever.

Thus began my first friendscaping endeavor. I deleted several people and felt better afterward. There were still a lot of people on there that probably shouldn’t have been, but I felt like I didn’t NOT like them so there was no harm in keeping them.

Two of these people were my sorority sisters. We were pretty close in college and for the year or so after I graduated. We took a mini-vacay to FL together and used to have sleepovers and whatnot. It was good times. We started naturally drifting apart when one of them decided to become a bitch, and unfortunately she was the Common Friend — the one that we needed there for us all to get along and have things to talk about. So, with her gone, the other girl and I talked less and less frequently.

There have been lots of wall posts and text messages about how “we HAVE to get together!” but I haven’t seen her in probably 3 years. I recently found out via their status updates that they are not only talking again, but going to Miami together in a few weeks. I’ll admit I was kind of surprised, but not really hurt or anything because, hello? I’m married now and not exactly a prime candidate for drinking and clubbing and other shenanigans. I get it.

But then last week I got together for dinner with two different sorority sisters. I posted about it on FB, and one of the other girls commented, “Thx for the invite.” Really? You’re going to get snarky because you weren’t invited? Not that it matters, but I wasn’t the one who made the plans, so it wasn’t my place to invite more people. Naturally, I took the passive-aggressive route and deleted the comment because Lord knows I hate confrontation.

Yesterday I was again looking through my friends list and wondering why I had these people on it if we don’t even talk, or if I don’t have any plans of getting in touch with them any time soon. So, I deleted everyone that I haven’t had any contact with since finding them/them finding me. Now I don’t have to hide anything from anyone on my list (except one of my nosy coworkers who doesn’t have access to my status updates or my wall).


Sleepovers, Sunburn, and Swelling

>We had our niece and nephew sleep over on Friday night. They’ve been asking for awhile, so we spent Thursday night cleaning the apartment top to bottom and then they came home with Mr. H on Friday after school. We took them to Pizza Hut and then we came back and the boys played video games while C and I watched movies on the computer. Mr. H and I passed out around 12:30 or so, but those two were up watching the end of Bedtime Stories and who knows what else. They passed out on the couch and probably only got a few hours of sleep since we had to be up at 8:30 to get C to ballet class. We met their parents there and hung out at the playground while C was in class, and then we went over to the baseball field for M’s game. I didn’t know we were going to be staying, and I didn’t realize we would be on the other side of the field, right in the sun. For two hours. If I had known this, I would have put sunscreen on. I think you can see where this is going.

Being blessed with practically transparent skin as a result of my Irish/Canadian/British heritage, I am no stranger to sunburn. I have had two major incidents over the years:

1. I was about 15 or 16 and the BFF and I were up at her house in the Poconos. We spent all day, everyday at the pool, so my mom had bought me a new bottle of sunscreen before I left. I was naive and sheltered so I didn’t even look at the bottle before using it. Good old Aunt Flo was visiting, and I was adamant about not using tampons, so I just hung out at the side of the pool while the BFF swan and whatnot. I slathered the sunscreen all over my legs. When we got back to her house that evening, I noticed that I was in an unbelievable amount of pain. I could hardly walk. I looked at my legs and they were a lovely shade of red and purple from mid-thigh right down to my toes. I spent that night with her mom spreading aloe and various other ointments all over my skin while I silently cried inside. The burns seriously did not go away for over a year.

2. Mr. H and I decided to play hooky one day from work when we were in college and we went to Dorney Park for the day. It was overcast and looked like it was on the verge of raining all day so I decided I didn’t need sunscreen. I knew this was not really the case, but I was too stubborn and lazy to walk back to the car to get it. I thought I would be fine even though he kept telling me I was getting red. I got home that night and my face was REALLY shiny and red. No big deal, I thought. I woke up the next morning and my face, scalp, ears, neck, shoulders, chest, and back were literally covered in tiny blisters. These blisters kept popping and bleeding. I couldn’t put clothes on because I was in so much pain, so I laid naked on the couch while my mom put aloe on me. Then she called the pharmacist and was informed that I had sun poisoning and aloe is the one thing you do NOT want to put on it. Great. So we wiped it all off, she headed over to the pharmacy and picked up some kind of lotion for me instead.

I am currently somewhere in between those two situations. No blisters, but my face is charred, as are my forearms and hands. I’ve been moisturizing, applying cold aloe, and using ice packs to reduce the swelling. Unfortunately I have to go to work tomorrow and am going to get made fun of like crazy when they see how red I am.

We didn’t have any aloe in the house last night, so Mr. H was kind enough to go with me to the store to get some. We got back a little after 9:30pm, which was when the Lakers game started. When we got out of the car, I jokingly told him to hurry up so he didn’t miss too much of the game. He was in a silly mood and started running all funny towards the door. He lost his footing, jammed his knee, and tumbled onto the ground. His palms are all shredded, his elbow is swollen to the size of a baseball, his knees are scraped, and he can’t put his full weight on his right leg. The two of us are just a complete mess right now.

Food 1, Me 0

>Turns out I can’t do this whole fasting thing because I get a horrible migraine and feel like I’m going to pass out. I made it until almost 8pm on Monday when I gave up and ate two bowls of Cinnamon Toast Crunch. I am going back to my modified Special K diet from past years — I don’t like Special K, so I exchange it for another cereal, usually CTC or Kashi Blueberry something-or-other. Yum. I lost 15 pounds in a couple of months doing that last summer.

Today I was bad and we went out for Mexican food. On the bright side, I stopped eating when I was full instead of trying to finish everything. Even so, my tummy is killing me now and I have an awful cramp. Ugh.

During dinner, Mr. Husband mentioned that we need to make some lifestyle changes, all of which I totally agree with:

1. Start going to Mass on Sundays. I’ve been wanting to do this for awhile but I don’t like the churches that are close to us, and I have been too lazy to drive the whopping 20 minutes to Mr. H’s school’s church. They do a very traditional Mass there and that makes me happy. The only thing I don’t like is that they SING the Our Father. Yes, sing. I refuse to sing it and I just speak it like normal.

2. Learn to cook. We are going to try a new recipe every weekend so that we can learn to make some meals. As of right now, all we know how to make is: tacos, lasagna, ziti, fried fish, tallarines verde (Peruvian dish), fried rice, chicken parm, and fettuccine alfredo. As you can see, we have a lot to learn. We end up eating a lot of frozen stuff from Trader Joe’s, things that we can pick up and bring home (Portuguese food, Chili’s, etc.), or we go out. It’s no wonder I’ve gained over 30 pounds since we got married.

3. Go to the park on Saturdays and Sundays to get some fresh air and walk/run. I will probably wogg while he runs. I will continue doing the elliptical every day for at least 30 minutes (I’m not doing it tonight so as not to aggravate my stomach.). 

Eat. Stop. Eat.

>I am a huge fan of Ex Hot Girl‘s blog. If you’re trying to lose weight, I highly suggest you follow her because she is not only incredibly honest and motivating, she’s also hilarious. Thanks to her recent post about Eat. Stop. Eat. I have discovered something called intermittent fasting. Apparently my husband has been doing this for years without even knowing it, which is probably why he can eat almost anything he wants and not gain much weight. Now if only he would have thought to write a book about it, we could be rich right now.

Anyway, I am going to start following this model of 24-hour fasting twice a week. You’re supposed to do it from dinner to dinner, but I can’t not eat lunch at work, so I’m going to do it from lunch to lunch. If I can actually get my lazy ass off the couch every day for 30 minutes to work out, then I should be in good shape. I’m going to try it for a month and document my progress here. My first fast will be after lunch on Monday until lunch on Tuesday. Then again after lunch on Wednesday until lunch on Thursday.

I weighed myself today and I am at an even 160, which is down .7 pounds from last Saturday. Woo-freakin-hoo. I need to buy a tape measurer and I will keep track of my measurements as well to see if they change at all. As it stands now, I can squeeze myself into a size 10 from Old Navy. That’s probably more like a 12 in other stores since all their clothes seem to run big.

On the househunting front, we saw a GREAT little house last night that would be totally perfect for us. It’s a cape, and it has 2 bedrooms downstairs, plus the attic is finished as a third bedroom. There is one bathroom, an eat-in kitchen, and the living room. There is a deck in the back and a pretty big yard. It’s about 7 minutes from Mr. Husband’s job and my in-laws, and about 15 from my job and 20 from my parents. The taxes aren’t as bad as some other places we’ve seen and the neighborhood is quiet, although it is literally right across the street from the high school (this doesn’t bother me). There are new energy-efficient windows in the living room and kitchen, and older windows in the rest of the house. The floors are hard wood and gorgeous, and although the kitchen and bathroom aren’t to my taste, they are move-in ready. There is an attached one car garage as well.

The bad part? The house wasn’t winterized correctly, so two pipes burst (one under the kitchen sink and one for the bathtub). This has resulted in flooding of the (finished) basement. The carpet is still wet and it smells horrible down there. There is a very small patch of mold (black) on the bottom of the wall under where the kitchen sink is, and there is mold (not black) on the ceiling beams under where the bathroom is.

The house is a short sale and is already priced over $100k under similar houses on the same street that are also for sale. Our realtor thinks we can get another $30k knocked off the price, and he has suggested applying for a construction loan (a 203(k) mortgage) so that we wouldn’t have to pay out of pocket for any of the repairs. We would have to have a contractor and mold remediation specialist come in and give us estimates of how much it would cost to fix, and then that cost would be added on to our mortgage and they would get paid from that. So, essentially, we would be getting a new bathroom, new kitchen plumbing, a new boiler, new hot water heater, and the basement would be completely gutted and the mold taken care of. He said we could even throw in the cost of the replacing all the other windows in the house and get those done at the same time.

This almost sounds too good to be true, and I have indeed read some horror stories on the internet about the trouble people have found themselves in with these types of loans. But, I know that people rarely post happy things and usually only bother to record the negative. We’re going to talk to my father-in-law and maybe have a mold remediation specialist come out and at least take a look to tell us how bad it is before we go any further. It’ll probably cost us a couple hundred dollars, but it might be worth it to know what we would be dealing with.