Pounds and Puppies

Well, here I am at work...alone downstairs again. Never fear though, I still have some mail to do and I also brought along my new Budget Travel to keep me busy.

There is an office to the left of us that part of it is overhead our filing room, well they are doing some work up there and whoever is doing it sounds like they could be trying out for Riverdance. They are loud! It goes a little something like this, " tap, tap, hammer, hammer, hammer, BANG, tap, tap tap."

So I finished my first Jen Lancaster book this weekend. For those of you already on the Jen Lancaster wagon that read her several years ago, bear with me. I just got introduced to her books. It's been awhile since I have laughed so hard reading a book. Several times I had to put down the book and actually wipe away tears because I was laughing so hard. Sean kept asking me what was so funny, but when I would read the passage he didn't think it was as funny as I did. Guess you have to actually read the book to get the gist of it. I cannot wait to get her next two books. I'm officially hooked!

A friend of mine is in the process of moving to her first military post this week and we've been talking the last few months about what she should expect, etc. She asked me last week if I ever forgot the fact that I lived on a military post. I don't know about you fellow military wives, but I never forget that fact.

Perhaps it's the fact I see people in ACU's everyday, the constant helicopters flying over or the sounds of mortars going off and gunshots from the ranges, but I never forget where I'm at. I like the fact I live on military post, but it's so different from what I was used to. I guess in time you just adjust to it and it becomes your life. Well, at least that's what I told my friend.

You know it's funny, because I told Sara last week when she was visiting that I feel closer to her and other bloggers on here than I do some of the women that I've met here at Ft. Polk. I don't know if it's because the people that blog on here seem to be more similiar to myself or exactly what it is. Makes me grateful for blogging!

I was walking Boomer yesterday and we passed a lady with a large dog, I think he was a Boxer. She told me I was lucky for having a smaller dog. I just smiled and said yes, but what I should have said was....

"Yes, I consider myself lucky that my small dog likes to run underneath my bed and chew up the underside of the mattress"

"Oh and let's not mention what he's destroyed since we got him, too many of my chapsticks to count (in fact, just one this morning) fall decorations, a library book, a photo album, countless things out of the trash and oh yeah that roll of toilet paper last night"

Don't get me wrong, I love Boomer, but he is a handful! I can only imagine if he were larger what he would get into!

So I have a question, how is it possible that after eating sort of crappy last week that I didn't gain any weight until this morning when I stepped on the scale and was 2 lbs heavier than yesterday. I even went and ran 3 miles yesterday! How is this possible? I hate my scale. My goal is to lose those pesky ten more pounds before I leave Fort Polk. I'm going to try my hardest to accomplish that. Even if it means no more Reeses and cutting down on my potato intake. ::sigh::