Hey Y'all ... Watch this

This morning I stepped on the scale and was assaulted with the numbers that shot back at me.  They were by far the largest numbers that I had ever seen.  Just 6 months ago, I was 20 pounds lighter.  I gained a bit over the holidays ... I mean who doesn't, right?   I gained a bit in the next couple of months ... I mean it was up and down a bit right, that's super normal?  But today ... no more.  This number crossed the limits I can accept for myself.

Today I am drinking the rest of my boxed wine.

Today I had pizza with the girls for dinner.

Today I ... well I ate a pretty normal lunch.

Today I was unhealthy for the last time.

Tomorrow I start the Whole30.  I tried this in October '12 and lasted almost 2 weeks.  I remember the day I broke from the whole 30 diet.  It was a bad morning; I was running late, we got in a fight (maybe, I don't really remember) and I was hungry.  I went to Hardee's and got a biscuit.

I love biscuits.  The buttery top.  The buttery bottom.  The crispy in the top.  The flaky in the bottom.  Oh my word, I love biscuits.

This one was a loaded egg omelet biscuit.  Loaded with eggs, bacon, cheese ... the running cheese covering the side of the biscuit and melting on the paper.  Ah-maz-ing.

I bit into that biscuit that I so desired, and I started shaking.  I felt this nervous energy making your hands shake run through me, but dammit I was hungry and I wanted that biscuit.  That was the end of my Whole 30 experience.




Tomorrow I am starting the journey again.  Forget the Hardee's biscuits ... it's not even on my way anymore.  For the next 30 days, my beloved, long forgotten and neglected blog, will become my recipe center.  This will be my place to complain, to post pictures, to be on a diet to the nobody who reads this blog, but it will be amazing to write things out and hopefully ... oh so hopefully make it through these 30 days.

Now ... back to finishing my wine.

Welcome Back

My blog is like a string of a sweater that keeps getting stuck and pulled.  I keep wanting to come back, but I'm not sure how.  Has it been too long since I posted on here?  Is it too late to come back?

My blog is also like those see-through strings that are supposed to help you hang up your shirts, but instead they just fall out my collar so everyone can see them.  Things happen in life that make me think 'I should be blogging this'.  People remind me of situations, ideas to write about, the love of blogging that I just seemed to lose over the last few years.

I changed the name of my blog.  

I changed the layout.

I'm working on making it my new favorite place to be.

I'm coming back, and I want to make it work!

A few updates:

I spent the summer working in New Orleans and missing my family so very much.  Why, you ask?  Because I'm too nice ... maybe ... I work in a coal testing lab, and the lab supervisor down in St. Rose had to have heart surgery so they needed someone to help out for a few months.  I thought it could be the 'fast track to management', but really it just reminded me how much I enjoy where we are now.  Oh, and I got a pay raise out of it too.  

 I spent every other weekend flying home --

to get to see my family!

Leah turned 5!

No joke, her party was on the only cold weekend of not only August, but the whole summer.  I'm not sure the kids noticed how cold and wet is was outside though...

School started!  Leah started in kindergarten and Audrey started 'older two's' MDO:

That's a quick recap of a few things that happened this summer, all from one folder uploaded from my iPhone.  Glad to be back and sharing my life on here.

his best friend

I have a problem with intimacy with my husband.  I don't mean the ahem behind the bedroom door intimacy, but more the 'place a hand on his shoulder, whisper into his ear in public' kind.

This was very evident last weekend during our trip to the GA Aquarium.  Well, evident to him, he explained it to me later.

I have what I like to call 'crowd claustrophobia' a whole 'nother post all together, but when in a large crowd I am over-the-top anxious, jumpy and often start hyperventilating.

Last Saturday, as our girls snoozed in their bed and we enjoyed a glass of wine, Andrew shared with me a situation he was troubled with earlier at the crowded aquarium.  Not sure where to turn, what to do, overwhelmed and anxious I spoke to Andrew as if 20 doors separated us instead of air and a few feet.

 That night, sinking into the bed, Andrew shared that he wished instead of yelling over to him I had come over, lightly touched his elbow, spoke into his ear about the problems I was having.  Our conversation was between him and I, not everyone milling around.

And then he said the comment that really touched me to my soul.  He said, "I feel like you have the idea in your head of the perfect wife, and you struggle to be that.  Instead of being that perfect wife, that perfect mom, that perfect woman, I just want you to be my best friend."

His best friend.

He's right.  I do have that perfect woman dancing around in my head, judging me everyday against my actions.  But no, I shouldn't have to judge myself against this idolized woman.  I should just focus on being best friends with my husband.

Flirt with him more.  Be with him more.  Touch him more when I talk.  Support him more.  Laugh with him more.  Remember how we were before our beautiful headaches.  Remember how we were before we were even dating, when we truly were just best friends.

Thanks best friend for reminding me of this.

I love you more than I even know.

 

just write

Look! Scary!

I took a while off of blogging, so to get back in the habit I am participating in HopesandDreams 30 things.

2.  Describe three legitimate fears you have and explain how they became fears.
so I've been listening to this podcast called the Mental Health Happy Hour and on the show they have a 'fear off' where the guest and a listener list fears back to back.  I think I tackle any one of their fear lists, lol.  So here's to three of them:

I'm afraid of being a bad parent.

While being a parent is very often hard and difficult, I'm afraid of messing my girls up.  Recently Leah (my 4 year old) has being having some anger issues.  I struggle with how to deal with her outbreaks because honestly I have anger issues myself.  I don't want her to be 26 and struggling with some things I struggle with, and yet it's still hard for me to discipline her.  I don't want her to lie on a couch one day and say 'it's all my mommy's fault'.

I'm afraid of bugs.
No really, like horribly, especially roaches.  Oh and spiders.  I will scream like I'm being attacked, run from a room, and creating a terrifying situation for a roach as big as my fingernail.  Andrew thinks it's either funny or self-building to force me to kill the bugs.  I don't think it's quite as amusing.

I'm afraid of being vulnerable.
I just want to be strong all the time.  No thank you, I got it, strong.  This is a fear I feel strongly about wanting to overcome.  Vulnerability is essential in a relationship and while I don't need to seem like a weepy girl to everyone I know, I do need to know who I can let my guard down to and open up all these deep and dark thoughts.

So, wonderful readers, tell me a fear.  What are you afraid of?

Long time, No write

oh where, oh where did my little blog go ...
oh where, oh where would you be?

oh yeah, school, work, kids, no time means I didn't post.  Now that I'm not in school (long story which I'm sure I'll share one day) I have all this free time.  I don't really want to clean more.  I wouldn't like to fold clothes.  Although I will have to do all of this, I would also like to get back into updating my blog.

I found this awesome list of 30 questions on Hopes and Dreams so I figured answering these would be a great way to get into the habit of blogging again.

1. List 20 random facts about yourself.

20?  really?  man ... that's a high number.  I mean 20 was old when I was in elementary school ...

-I love to read so much that as a child I would not stop reading to eat dinner.  I used to get in trouble for that too.
-I rarely do my hair.  In fact the hair dryer I own is the same one I had in high school (12 years ago)
-I'm messy.  shhhh don't tell, I'm trying to get better
-I talk in my sleep.  I once held a phone conversation with Andrew in my sleep.
-I love t.v.  Gilmore Girls and Scrubs are my two favorite 'I can watch every episode over and over again' shows.
-I watch too much t.v.  Ask my husband, he'll agree.
-I have the goal of becoming a nurse one day.
-I think watching E.R. as a child / teen / adult has influenced my idea of becoming a nurse.  That and the fact that I feel comfortable in hospitals.
-I believe in ghosts, angels, and demons.
-I played soccer in high school even though I never made it past the JV team.  I chose jazz band over varsity soccer.
-I play trumpet, piano and handbells.
-I love VeggieTales as much as my two girls.
-I love Auburn University and everything with it.  Auburn football.  Auburn colors.  Auburn traditions.  My degree from Auburn.
-I am addicted to listening to podcast episodes.  I work alone on the third shift so I listen to podcasts constantly.
-Wicked is my all-time favorite Broadway play.
-I used to be a pretty horrible cook, but I'm trying and I've actually made like 2 or 3 good recipes.
-Being a mom defines me more than I ever could have imagined.
-I always add an extra shot of espresso to my coffee drinks.
-I am extremely afraid of bugs.  I scream at the sight of a cockroach.
-I adore Christ, my family, and life even as I learn day by day how to live it best.

Well, there ya go, 20 random (super random) facts.  Hope you enjoyed learning a bit more about me and will stick around to learn even more!

Sweet Audrey 2011

This is my favorite Audrey picture of 2011.  My baby is growing into such a sweet girl.

Can they grow up any slower?

{Leah's best 2011 shot is here}

Sweet Leah 2011

This is my oldest Leah, practically a year ago but still my favorite from 2011.  Since I have two beautiful girls; you can click to see my favorite picture of my youngest too.

I cried in Publix

photo via here ... she hates them too

Publix has these carts.  If you don't know; Publix is a grocery store in my town (and others).  My girls love these carts.  They pretend they are driving.  Then the cars are flying and they are pilots.  Then they need to sing songs on the radio and make the groceries fly into the cart beneath the car.

I hate these carts.  They are like trying to drive an 18 wheeler while texting with strong winds on a narrow road with a sharp curve ahead.

But, without fail, we always end up with one of these carts.  It makes the girls happy ... and that way they are a bit quieter.  

Today, I had to go to the store by myself.

I already have a bit of social anxiety.  Crowds make me hyperventilate; it's that personal space bubble.  Don't violate my bubble.

Today, I had to watch a time while shopping because I started picking up some Sunday shifts at work for overtime and I work in a lab so I stuck my samples in a put on a timer and took the kids to the grocery store. (ok, the work thing is a bit more involved, but hard to explain).

While pushing my girls in that enormous car-cart and chewing gum, I chomped down way to hard on my lip.  It hurt.  It bleed.

So now I'm trying to steer this stupid car-cart, chewing blood, watching the time on my timer, marking items off of a list that is not in order of aisles at the store when I took a turn not sharp enough and ran straight into a display of mugs and coffee.  

A few mugs crashed and broke.  I froze.  Leah told me I shouldn't run into mugs.  Then she told me they broke and I made a mess.  Audrey told me 'uh oh.'

While the seconds slowed down and I stared at the broken pieces, a Publix employee rushed to help me.  *sigh* I thanked him and tried to hand him a broken piece that was stuck under my cart when he told me in a gruff and irritated voice, 'just don't touch it, please.'

The please didn't help, dude.

And I lost it.  I actually kept it in.  I only cried a little.  I could've wept.  But I did cry.

While walking down the cracker aisle, surrounded by Goldfish and Cheezit's; tears crept down my cheeks and I toke deep breaths trying to keep it in.

The girls feel asleep in the car on the way back to work.  I watched them sleep and the anxiety, the huge car-carts, the mugs breaking, the irritated employee, the small tears, are all for them.  And as they sleep, chests rising slowly, breathe easy, it makes sense.  I remember how very much I love them.

Sometimes you just have those days where you need to shed a few tears in Publix.

When I hold up my phone, my kids say 'cheese'

All pictures were taken on my iPhone with the Instagram app.  Follow me @simplyck!

Can you be too bad-ass for Christ?

Can I be honest with y'all?

This week has not been a good one.

Maybe I had too high expectations heading into it.  I was going to get back into my being at home routine ... going to the Y, cleaning, cooking, folding laundry, etc.

Instead I have had no motivation to go to the gym, I let the laundry pile up because the washing machine broke, and I've just wanted to sit all week.  I have lost my patience everyday this week with both the girls and with Andrew.  I have been hurtful and lazy, and overall it's just been a shitty week.

While I was thinking about this at work last night, my brain jumped to a seemingly random thought; "I need more quiet time with God."

It's hard to describe, but I could feel my brain fighting with and against this thought.

Before college, I was very close in my spiritual walk with God.  I prayed constantly, and I felt a closeness with Him.  Then in college I started drinking and became pregnant out of wedlock at 21, and a part of my faith died.

When I think about strengthening my walk with Christ, part of me feels like I'm too bad-ass for that.  I cuss (in my head) now; I didn't then.  I drink now; I didn't then.  I'm more stressed out now, I'm more 'worldly'.  It feels like the hole is too big to cross over to join back with that faith walk.

I don't know if there is anyone else feeling the same way.  Perhaps it's only me.  I was such a strong Christian, so true in my ways and understanding.  I feel as if then I was tested, and I failed.  I want to be back where I was.  I want to once again feel the strength that comes from being close with my Savior.

I haven't abandoned any of my beliefs.  I still pray with my girls every night and feel it is important to take them to church.  I am still a Christian and a believer.

But it just makes me wonder ... can you be a bad-ass and still be close to Christ?

Growing but somehow not Maturing

I looked over on my timeline and pulled up a post from January 2011 ultimately to remind myself that my word from 2011 was Growth.

Well, I think I have grown over 2011.  Perhaps it's happening a bit slower than I had hoped, but 2011 was a great year for our family and for my relationship.

For 2012 my word is going to be MINE!


It's a word I hear every day.
every . single . day .
because I have a 4 year old tattletale and a 2 year old non-sharer.

"Mine.  MINE."
"Mooooommmmmy, Audrey said miiinnneee."

Well, you know what, whining tattletales aside, I'm yelling MINE this year!

Hey stupid debt and bills stressing me out ... this money is MINE.  Yeah, yeah I know everything needs to get paid, but I will do it on my time without being overwhelmed.

Hey lazy attitude keeping me from working out ... this body is MINE.  I am going to work out, and go to the gym because this is the year I tackle my lack of willpower.  Hear that fat?  I'm coming after you too.

Clutter.  You stupid clutter that makes me trip.  Stupid piles that cause arguments between my husband and I.  Guess what clutter ... this house is MINE.  That's right, and I'm taking you down, packing you up and sending you to goodwill.  Then I'm cleaning the floor hiding under you.

I have a good feeling about 2012.  I have a good feeling that this is going to be a good year.  It's going to be my year ... and my family or course.

I'm linking up with Mama Kat with her prompt 5.) Okay okay I have to ask…what are your New Year’s Resolutions for 2012 and/or how did 2011′s resolutions turn out?

I don't need no stinkin' resolutions; I need some goals!

In 2007 I was pregnant with Leah, depressed, and eating like a starving hippo.  I gained a lot of weight, and I haven't really lost any of it.

I've been toying with the idea of losing weight for, oh, the last 4 years or so.  It's a nice thought; the thought of being skinnier.  I would usually toss it around in my head while eating chocolate and feeling sorry for myself over how fat I am.

And of course I'd complain to my soul mate about everything wrong with me.

Then one day, he came back with a zinger.

"I see on the debit card that you've been going to Taco Bell."  he said.
'yeah yeah,' my mind said, 'so ... it tastes good.'
"You know," he continued oblivious of my voices, "every time you go to a fast food restaurant or eat something not healthy you are making the choice to accept your weight and stay fat."

Dammit.
He's right.

That's how I have started on this journey of weight loss.  To help with it, I am very excited to join At the Pink of Perfection's and My Vickilicious Life's quest to the blogger's biggest loser.




As a family we have decided to live the Paleo/Primal lifestyle.  In a nutshell, that means we eat like cavemen (i.e. hunter/gathers).  In the real world, that means we have given up mainly grains and pasta, refined sugars, beans, dairy, and focus on meats, good fats, and lots and lots of leafy veggies.  If you want to know more I highly recommend Mark Sisson at Mark's Daily Apple.

Now, down to the nitty gritty.

Today I weigh

Yuck, right.  Yuck.

By December 2012, I want to weigh 150 pounds.

So, to break this down in Zig Zigler / Dave Ramsey style:
December 2012 is about 11 months away which is about 48 weeks.
I want to lose 87.4 (88) pounds in 48 weeks.
That comes out to 1.8 pounds a week.
Round that up, and my goal is to lose 2 pounds a week.

Get that people?
2 pounds a week!
So totally do-able.

So, thanks to At the Pink of Perfection and My Vickilicious Life.  I will be here every other Tuesday updating on my weight loss journey.  On the other Tuesdays, I will be posting about my journey with the Primal diet.  So follow me, check out Mark, decide to live primal, and come back on the off Tuesdays to talk with me about it.

You know, if you want to.  :-p

p.s. if your wondering about my scale, I use the industrial super scale at work ... because that's how I roll, yo.

I found you under the used-to-be wet towel in the corner of my bedroom

Ever had that moment when you are finally cleaning that trouble spot and see something and think, 'oh yeah, I was wondering where this went.  I used to have so much fun with it.'?

Oh yeah, I used to have some place to write my thoughts instead of thinking like a crazy person.

But then you smell the forgotten toy and it stinks of mildew or you quickly remember why you threw it in that corner to begin with.

That's where I was every time I thought about blogging again.  I wanted more, but I felt stuck.

So, I decided to change it up a bit.  I changed the name from the Colour 4 to Simply CK.  I want to focus more on me, selfish as that may sound.


I also changed the blog address.  I have no idea how that will effect people who followed me before.

I redesigned, and I'm happy with it for now.

Then I went to my reader which is overflowing with blogs that I followed back and clicked down crazy long lists saying 'hi, follow me i'll follow you' back when I started this internet endeavor.

Kinda makes me want to throw this blog back into the corner.

But I know I need it.  I know I need a place to write down my thoughts.  I know I need a place to vent.  I know I need a place to make connections and make friends.

New Blogging Resolution #1 - write in my blog  ✓
New Blogging Resolution #2 - write in my blog again and again and again

been buzy

I've been busy.

First last week was filled with these two faces.

and then Andrew and I went to Atlanta.

We took the advantage of a friend's wedding, and Andrew being a groomsman

to make a weekend kid-less trip

What'd you do this weekend?

Simple

The other morning I got home from work at 6:15am.

(I work the 3rd shift / overnight shift)

Leah, my oldest, woke up shortly after I came home.  Usually I get home more around the 5am witching hour, but work that night was long and hard and busy.

I tried to get her to sleep longer; 'just 15 more minutes and you can wake up Daddy' I promised her.

But she didn't care about my tricks or my desire to crawl into bed and sleep forever.

"I'm hungry: I'm thirsty, and I want to watch my t.v.", was all I could get from her.

So naturally like any sleepy annoyed mommy .... I fought her.

"Just go wake up Daddy," I pleaded.

"NO!  I don't want to," she countered.

"Andrew, wake up!  Leah's awake," I begged to my hard-to-wake-up-on-first-try husband.

"She wants you," he groggled back.

"but I want to sleep" I pouted.

I gave up on sleeping right then.  I poured Leah cereal, and milk, and turned on Little Einsteins for her to watch.

And then she hugged me; she grabbed me so hard, harder than I would imagine a 3 year old could.  She held me there, and I realized she did want me to give her breakfast.

She kissed me.  Said "I love you Mommy".  And then went on to watching t.v. and munching on cheerios.

It's the Simple Things, like being reminded how much you are loved even when you are grumpy and tired and just want to go to sleep.

I love you sweet girl

so. very. much.

Why Books are better than Movies

I figured it out!

The meaning to life.  Well, no not really.  But I have figured out why I don't like movies made from my favorite books.

by Michael Connelly

I loved this book.  Well, I still do.  I love this book.  It was different than any book I had read, and I've read many courtroom books (like all of John Grisham).  My Dad and I share the same taste in thrillers, and we so enjoyed this book.  So when they announced a movie was been made from it, my dad was super excited.  

I'm watching the movie right now.  And it's a great movie ... but I hate it.  And I've figured it out.  It's too fast. When you read a book, you become a character in the story.  In the Lincoln Lawyer, it's Micheal Haller.  I understood him.  I felt him.  I cried when he cried.  I smiled when he smiled.  I feared when he feared.  This is one of those books that I lived whether I was actually reading the words or not, thought of always, and stayed up way too late into the nights to read this book.

With the movie, a 30 second scene encompasses a chapter or two.  I feel like I'm being dragged along by the movie.  They keep going, but I want to yell 'stop' wait, you didn't tell them about this; wait, there not going to get it; I know the background, I know this character and you just can't fit a book into a movie.  In the movie they spent 10 seconds at a crime scene that had me sobbing while reading the book.

You just can't fit that kind of emotion into a book.  Movies are great, but books pull at your heartstrings.  Books make you feel, think, believe you are someone else.  

It's a good movie.  You should watch it.  Then go read the book.  Because it's better.

Just a Picture

the Paper Mama challenge theme is black and white.  I once described this photo as leaving me breathless.  To see more, check out the challenge site!

Fragmented aka randomness

I made a vlog.  You can't see it.  Why?  Because my internet for some unknown reason has died, dead, put flowers on the tombstone, gone.  Sorry, I've been watching a lot of Gilmore Girls.  But yeah, the internet at home didn't work all day Thursday; so even though I made a vlog telling you jokes to fit with Writer's Workshop prompt ... I can't post it.  Andrew swears the bill's not even due yet.

I think I'll post it next Thursday.  And link up.  Maybe someone will get confused and wonder what week it really is.

I have been watching a lot of Gilmore Girls, like I've mentioned above.  It makes me happy.  Especially when you DVR reruns off ABC-family.  Gilmore Girls makes me smile.  It's the one show that instead of fast forwarding through the credits; I sing along.

I worked out today for the first time in a while.  My legs hurt.  And my abs.  And my arms.

Speaking of ABC-Family, I also DVR-ed all their Harry Potter movie weekend, so whenever I can find a day that Andrew and I don't work and someone can watch the children and we are not too tired ... then I'll start watching all of them leading up to the last.  I'm excited!  I'd wear a costume ... if it wouldn't embarrass Andrew so much he may sit across the theater from me.

Oh and back to the diet / workout stuff.  I tried detox tea.  I drank three teas.  I went to the bathroom.  I'm not drinking detox tea anymore.

I found the most amazing thing in Birmingham, AL.  It's called So You Think You Can Blog.  It's a roundtable discussion at the Homewood library and it's free!  It's on July 28th for anyone in town.  I signed up for it even though I don't know if I have anyone to watch the kids.  I'll make it work, lol.  I'm super excited and super nervous about it. 

So, not much more is going on.  Guess this is my 'no internet at home, extra time at work' catch-all post.

It should have been written by this little girl.  It would've been just as good!

more random fragmented awesomness here:

sweet Tuesday

sweet ... a new Krispy Kreme opened up by my parents and you just can't say no to 'hot now'

haha ... that sounds dirty ...

Course I didn't take a picture of the actual doughnuts ... I was too distracted by the girls, lol

I also had my first go at using the cloning tool.  I know I picked a hard background to start on, but my dad in the picture was driving me nuts!

lazy summer days, even when rain rains on your pool plans, make me happy!
oh and diapered butts in the yard too :-)

Wrong Number

It was a wrong number that started it all.

"Hello, is this Paul's phone?" he boomed through the minuscule speaker.

"No," she sighed back.

"My bad."
click

Thank god it was just a wrong number.  She didn't understand what had possessed her to answer the phone in the first place.  It was one of her steadfast rules; never answer an unknown number.  People who weren't saved in her phone would just have to leave messages, and if they really mattered anyway she had their number.

She never thought she would think a voice sexy in only 7 words.

That unknown number rang again a few days later.

"Not Paul," her voice sang into the speaker.

"Oh, yeah, I know," he replied.  "I just, um, well, I know this is going to sound stupid, but and I know you can't feel a connection over a two second phone call, but there's just something.  Could I buy you a drink?"

"Um," it was her turn to stutter.  This stuff didn't happen to girls like her.  She wasn't in the movies, and she wasn't even outgoing.  The silence hung dead in the air.

"Yeah, stupid, my bad," he finished quickly.
click

The voices started warring around her head.  Some people called them the angel and devil on your shoulder.  Other people thought them different phases of a conscience mind.  To her, they were the embodiment of her disappointments.

'You're never going to have any fun.'  'You're never going to meet anyone by sitting at home.'  'What can it hurt?'  'The worst that can happen is a bad date.'

She dialed the unfamiliar number.

"Not Paul!"

"Yeah, I, um, thought about what you said, and sure I'd love to get a drink."

"Great," his excitement bounced through the invisible connection.  "I know the perfect place."

She gave him her address and he arrived promptly.  Well built, tall, sharp jaw; he was very nice and courteous.  She had to admit, it was a nice evening he just wasn't her type.  He enjoyed watching sports when she would rather spend a Saturday at the art museum.  He liked to go fishing on Sunday mornings when she was always at church.  An all around nice guy, just not for her.

They said goodnight and parted ways.

Her phone rang.

It was him.

She answered sleepily.  His voice echoed like her hallway did.  He sounded close, way too close.  As he blathered on about how beautiful she was and how he wanted her and how he didn't even know a guy named Paul, her blood rushed even while she started shivering.

She could hear his footsteps now.

She hung up the phone.

Never again would she answer an unknown call.

This fictional story came from the prompt It was a wrong number that started it from the Writing Workshop found through BloggyMoms community groups.  The prompts come from Stephanie, and I know you don't want to miss the next one!  Sign up today!

Constructive criticism is always welcome.