Day 9713

           As for the title that is how many days old I am today. Man the number of days makes me feel even older. Oh well. Anyways moving right along. The gym is still lame, and since I refuse to diet and give up carbs I am making little progress, oh well que sera sera I can wear my wedding ring without cutting of circulation and not having to pay over $200 to have it sized up (yay!), my pants are a little loose but not loose enough to change the size I wear unless I want that oh so unflattering muffin look. Sigh. Life is currently full of stress not just at work but also on the personal front. But alas that is life and I strive to make the best of it and not dwell on the negative. Which sometimes I fail miserably at. I am so ready to sale my house and move. I want to decorate but DH says no. No decorating that might put holes in the walls, not decorating because our next place might not work with the same decorations. I am tired of sad white walls. DH says I can decorate our next plaxe however I want. But for now I am stuck with the blank canvas that is the walls of our house.  *insert unhappy sigh here*
           Moving right along we went to the uproar concert last weekend, it was tons of fun. Even won a hat and a tanktop. DH met his favorite band Disturbed and also met Stone Sour. An event that is wasted on me. I can care less if somebody is famous and a certainly don't  want to meet them for the sole reason they are famous. Don't get me wrong I like their music I just don't want/need their john hancocks. But all in all it was fun, got a few bruises from the pit. Now I never have any intention of moshing and yet everytime we go to a rock concert I end up standing where the mosh pit starts. It's like I am drawn to the locale like a moth to a flame. At one point I could have lifted both feet off from the ground and still not fallen. I feel like I understand what sardines feel like when they are packed into cans. Good thing I am not clausterphobic right?
              We are trying to potty train our 2 year old he is having none of it. Once and awhile he will us the potty the rest of the time he just tells us No his is not a big boy he is the baby and wants his diapers. Gah. Our 3 year old when we potty trained him as soon as he was in big boy undies he was right on it, he has had 2 accidents and sleeps through the night getting up to us the bathroom. I understand we were lucky with him and that it doesn't normally work this way but I am at a loss on what to do to convince my 2 yr old he wants to try using the potty  on a regular basis.. Any suggestions? I am open to all suggestions. Whether I take them reminds to be seen but I am open to hearing them. I hope all is well in all of your lives (that is if anybody is reading).