**Warning! Any male visitors who happen upon this post, you may just want to continue on. It's that time of the month, and I'm going to talk about it. Thanks. ;o) **

From very early on, I've had bad abdominal cramps when I'm on my period. I would miss a few days of school every time it was that time. Sometimes, I would be in so much pain that the only thing that helped was lying on the bathroom floor.

Enter BC pills. And that helped me so much, but honestly, I hated the way I felt when I was on them, so a few years back, I took myself off of them. My cycle seem to have straightened itself out, and the cramps weren't as bad.

A few days ago, I notice that my left breast was very tender. My immediate thought is that I've done something klutzy and bruised it. (Don't ask me how. I don't always remember how I injure myself.) But there's no bruise. Hmm.

Side note: Let me stop right now and say I'm not pregnant. There's no way I could be pregnant. You have to have to be having sex in order for that to happen. I'm just sayin'.

Where was I? Oh, yes. Sore boob. Yesterday, they're both sore. GREAT. What the hell is going on? So, I squish around on both of them to make sure there's nothing out of the ordinary. And I notice they are both huge. (I hadn't noticed this before because my bra was keeping them confined.)

Now, I have to say, I'm um, well endowed. I was hoping my girls would shrink a little bit with losing 62 lbs. Nope. I guess I'm just lucky like that. But seriously? This is just insane, and they're getting in my way. (I would sling 'em over my shoulders but they'd just bounce back and slap me in the face.) A few people have told me that this can happen as you get older, but my lord. If I have to deal with sore breasts the size of melons each month, I may seriously consider-I don't know-can I just have just the cramps back? Those I can deal with.

But no, Flo had to say, "Happy 31st Birthday, April. I'm giving you sore knockers as a present." That skank.

I know some of you are going to be patting my head and say "welcome to the club". And I appreciate that you understand. But I'm just in shock at this. If I wake up with a grey hair tomorrow, I may just quit. (And that's a whole other post.)

My cocker spaniel, Bayleigh is a very shy and timid dog. The poor thing is afraid of the shower curtain. Don't believe me, come over. I'll show you. It's hilarious. ;o) But she's especially afraid of men. In fact, my dad is the only man she is comfortable around. (I suspect she was mistreated before I got her.)

Whether it's someone to look at the heat pump or the cable guy or the mail man, she steers clear. Instead of barking, she does this little half bark, half growl number that just announces to the world that she is scared out of her mind. (It's really kind of cute.)

And if the stranger comes into the yard, she will go completely out of her way to stay away. What I mean by this is that she stays on the perimeter of the yard next to the fence running to the complete opposite side of the yard from the stranger. Poor dog. (Now, me being the responsible owner will not allow strangers in the yard without me or one of my family members there because, well she's a dog, and you never know about scared animals.)

So, as part of the suck that was last week, my lawnmower died. I can't really complain because it was free and lasted four years. Today, my dad brought the new mower to my house and with him came a friend of his whom we were giving the old mower to for parts.

Bayleigh-girl started her "scared" bark and heads to the fence. Except this time, she circled back to sniff my dad's friend's heels. When he turned to pet her, she took off and started this all over again. My dad said she did this three times before she gave up and headed for her spot under the deck. I wish I were there to see my scared little dog who was so intrigued with this man that she had to sniff his ankles.

Brave, isn't she?

Now, Kelci? She would lick you, then help you carry the TV away. But don't tell any of the people in my neighborhood that, k? I have them all thinking that she will bite on command. (If you lived here, you'd understand!)

I am-hold on, let me count them to make sure-13 days until going to Girls' Weekend Extravaganza 2009. (a.k.a. Girls' Cabin Party) It's taking place here. Who's in?

At Girls' Weekend Extravaganza, there will be good food and LOTS of spirits. It's nothing for us hard core party peeps to stay up until 5 a.m., sleep until 9 a.m. and start all over again.

Two weeks after Girls' weekend, I'm headed to Chicago!!! To be able to go to Chicago, I have to work 3 twelve hour shifts (6 a.m.-7 p.m.) and one four hour shift (5:30 a.m.- 9:30 a.m.). Will someone PLEASE make me go to bed that week? Thanks.

Some time in the middle of all of that I will make time to see Harry Potter. Twice.

And go to a family reunion.

I walked into a dressing room today with a size 12 pants. I just thought that because I was in a 14 from this particular store last year, that a 12 would work. Pulled them up, button, zip, and they fell right off my hips. I left the store with a size 8 in the bag. I'm stoked!!

Why must Kelci lick my arm or leg every.single.time. she walks up to me? I think she knows I don't care much for it.

On July 4th, Kelci will be 5 years old. Will she ever get out of the puppy stage? Did you hear me sigh on that one?

My parrot just said, "Now see here!" I have no clue where she got that one from. I don't think I've ever said that phrase in my life.

I think I'm really stumped on this week's You Capture. I need direction!

My favorite series by Nora Roberts is the Chesapeake series. Read it. You won't be sorry.

Have you ever fallen completely out of your chair? Yeah, me neither.

Kelci just licked my big toe. Come on, really?

A girl I work with tried to convince me that I'm really missing out by never having had a pedicure. Um. Okay. Seriously, folks. You want to see me freak out, touch my feet. I just don't like it. Not even when my nephew does. (Although I don't freak out, I can tolerate it from him.)

Wow, now you guys are really seeing how happening my life is. Sitting at home on a Saturday night dodging my dog's tongue. Fun stuff right there.

Now, I think I may turn the Wii on....

I changed things up this week with exercise. I was beginning to feel like my body had adapted to what I was doing. When your body adapts to exercise, you stop losing weight. So, the solution is to confuse it, which is what I did. Last year, I was lucky enough to acquire the P90X program. The work outs are HARD and pretty much suck ass, but I knew they would confuse my muscles enough to get back on track.

Over the week, every single muscle in my body has been sore. Right now, it's my hamstrings and triceps. I love it. (Yep. You read that right. I love being sore.) When you're sore, it means it's working! So, did I undo the damage from last week? Yep!

Last week's weight: 144.8
This week's weight: 143.4

I'm going to admit, as much as I worked out this week and as sore as I was, I sort of expected more than that. I can still get stuck in the I have a lot of weight to lose mindset. When I had 50 or more lbs to lose, losing weight was easy. It was nothing for me to have a 4 lb weight loss in a week. Now, that I'm in the 15 or less range, 4 lbs just doesn't happen.

It can be very easy to not get discouraged at this. It's easy to groan and want to just say heck with it. When we reach those times, we have to look at how much we've accomplished and how far we've come. (Thanks, Thea!) I'm stronger now, more confident, down several sizes, and I've lost 62.6 lbs. And I'm still trying. How can I not be proud about that? Why would I want to throw all of that out of the window just because I'm losing more slowly now? Answer: I wouldn't and I won't. I may struggle with these last 14.4 lbs for the rest of my life, but I will never give up.

So, I ask you....are YOU WITH ME?

I went to a cook out this evening. All of my work peeps where there. My friend Jeff and I are really good friends. In fact, we've worked together for so long, he's like a big brother to me. The following pictures are of his daughter, Little A. She is only two months younger than my nephew, Clay. And she is just the CUTEST thing! (Note: Little A's big brother, C will be making an appearance this week. Stay tuned!!)

Whoa. Somethin' really itches. Just sayin'.