Little Bunny Foo-Foo

I am so excited that Spring is finally here or I think it is here. It hasn't snowed in a few weeks. I have a vase of Easter lilies or daffodils as I think they are officially called on my coffee table. Growing up, Easter lilies in bloom were always a sure sign it was Spring. I had to swipe this bouquet from Brady's grandma's front yard because the apartment complex is just not quipped with pretty flowers to steal.
There are other sure signs it is spring.....
*March Madness. I'm not a big fan of sports but this is one event I'll stay somewhat interested in. Somewhat! I like when the Cinderella teams make it. I always root for them.
*The green grass poking through the ugliness winter left us. I love the green grass. Dixie had fun rubbing all up in it today. There was probably dry poop under it or some other gross goo.
*All the pretty pastel clothes are out at Target. And the bathing suits which I just think is wrong. I hate looking at them during the summer months, let alone in March.
*The fruit and veggies at the grocery store are starting to look healthy again. I bought some strawberries today and they looked tasty.

I'm sure there are other signs of Spring, but these are ones I've noticed. The title of the blog, "Little Bunny Foo-Foo" is a song from my childhood that would drive my parents crazy. I would sing it for a REALLY long time without stopping during the Easter/Spring season, especially when we were in the car. I loved it! So I'm thinking, that someday when Brady and I have wee ones, that when we hear "Little Bunny Foo-Foo, I don't want to see you picking...." we will for sure know that Spring has arrived.

Everyone have a wonderful Easter Sunday tomorrow. Start enjoying the Spring season because before we know it we will be sweating to the heat of summer.

My Diva Doxies

I thought I would let you see my wonderful weenies. They don't get enough attention as it is.....

Top pic: The Smith Girls. Middle pic: Dixie the protector. She is very protective of her mama. Bottom pic: Okie the house slut. She will lay her back for anything and everything. Good thing she is fixed.

I'm doing it again....

I started WW for the umph-tenth (not for sure how to spell that word or if it even is a word) time. This time is a little different. I have someone that is very motivated and has a lot of willpower to share in this journey with me. I tried to do it with my friend in OKC, but I needed someone here in Wichita to hold me accountable each and every day. You may ask, why can't you do it on your own? I've tried, I've learned to cheat the system. Splurging after weigh-in, justifying eating for special occasions (every day!) and so on. Now that I have someone that is going to see me everyday and ask how I did the day before, it helps. I've done well so far, we are now going on two weeks. I have to do this. I need to do this. I want to feel good (not out of breath walking up steps), I want to feel sexy again (stomach fat spilling over my jeans, not so sexy) and I want to be healthy (I want some day in the near future to start having bambinos).
I don't know how much I will post about my journey with WW on this blog, but by putting it out there, it helps me be accountable in one more place.