Jamaica, Bahama, come on pretty mama!

I have to say that I'm terribly sorry about the puzzle post, in that I don't think it actually ever loads...disappointing for everyone, I'm sure. But I do have other great news: I survived my second Valentine's Day being married (and yes, I do mean survived). I got exactly what I asked for, roses. I've figured out by this point that I have to physically ask for what I want instead of just thinking it and expecting my wonderful husband to take initiative. The roses were lovely just the same.


I also have self appointed myself the Godmother of Scarlett Ann Stewart. I haven't exactly received permission, but I've always wanted the title and have decided that, just like the roses, I have to be a little pushy. Never mind the Catholic religion that is attached to a Godmother, I figured the Catholics won't mind if I incorporate a few items. And the greatest of all...I went on a wonderful week vacation aboard the Royal Caribbean. Although Ben has vowed to never take another cruise (I guess I'll just have to go without him), I simply loved every second: lounging by the pool while the 60 mph wind threatened to rip my love affair with Edward Cullens right out of my hand, winning victoriously at ping pong and Scrabble, screaming obscenities at the cheaters that beat my team at dodge ball (they only won because they cheated), and eating enough to make people think I was pregnant. The excursions we took in Jamaica and Grand Cayman were also very eventful. Ben and I both had the opportunity to smash our hand into a dead, moldy rat on the climb up Dunn Falls. I had a voodoo Jamaican lady tell me I was pregnant (at first I thought she was referring to my over sized stomach, but she claimed she could see it in my heart and in my eyes, then asked Ben for a dollar for letting him know). Scuba diving in the Cayman Islands was amazing, even when our dive master dropped us off at a stop without a compass or a watch. I would like to say that I'm an extremely talented and experienced diver, but I always seem to run out of air twice as fast as anyone else. Overall, the trip was just what we needed. Even though I can't tell you how excited I was to come home and see my son:-)

Jigzone

I assume that most people are not aware of online puzzles, but they are one of my favorite past times (and Ben's too although I bet he won't admit it). This is a fun one for Valentine's Day:

I LOVE Cheesecake!

I have recently joined a competition of "The Biggest Loser" challange. It's not quite the game that most of you will be thinking it is, instead of weight loss, we get points each week based on our eating and exercise habits: eating fruits and veges, exercising, not eating past eight, not eating sweets, getting seven hours of sleep, and drinking a certain amount of water each day. As you can imagine, I consider myself a very healthy person and an exercise nazi, so I figured this was a sure win. After almost three weeks of talying my daily habits, I'm over it! I'm not sure what normal person eats five servings of fruits and veges a day, but that person must eat nothing but fruits and veges. Not to mention drinking sixty-four ounces of water a day. Instead of feeling better about myself each day, I constantly worry about not being able to find a restroom in time. I've also decided that I am at a severe disadvantage since I have an unsupportive husband who is constantly waving sweets under my nose and trying to order pizza at ten at night. Pretty much I'm sick of this and sick of feeling bloated instead of skinnier, and dispite my healthy choices, my Christmas weight continues to hang onto me and I have not varied even 0.1 pounds on the scale. With this is mind I quite for Saturday and ate all the delicious sweets I could find, including ice cream (thanks to Courtney), cookies (thanks to Kiana), and cheesecake (thanks to Jerry Seinfeld). Ben and I were able to see Jerry perform at the Colluseum, which then led us to the infamous Cheesecake Factory.