I'm going to be working on revamping my blog over the next couple days. Giving it a little of my genuine Koley style. You know, the bold look of Koler. (I've used that line before.)
So don't worry about e-mailing me or hitting my up twitter or posting on my Facebook wall or texting on my iPhone that my blog looks wonky.
I know it does.
Just enjoy being part of the process amigos.
Kisses,
Koley
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Monday, June 20, 2011
Good Things Come in 3s
When I was just a baby I had to have my mom feed me. At the time I thought nothing could be better. Well. Boy have my eyes been opened! I stand (while holding onto something) before you a liberated man. I prefer to feed myself these days. Take today, for instance. I fed myself Rice Chex, mozzarella cheese, one half of a baaa-nana, and some stuffing left over from yesterday. I take my time. I coast along at a leisurely pace and I savor every bite with Mmmmmms and approving nods and occasionally a little lip licking. I like to put up a lot of fanfare for my mom.
Speaking of fanfare- I woke up one day and there was a magic carpet in my living room! Talk about freakin' awesome! I don't know where it came from (or where it went.... hmmmm....) but I sure loved riding it.
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| At first I was a leetle beet nervous. |
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| Then I remembered I'm a dare-devil. |
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| ... and devilishly handsome. |
| Lastly, I have lost some weight. My goal was to be in jeans by summer. Accomplished! I am down to 24 pounds. Mom says I am getting a lot of exercise and I should feel good about it. But I do think she misses Chubby Koley. I look at pictures of my "old self" and just cringe! I was HUGE! Why didn't anyone tell me? I'm posting some before and afters. Let it be known I did this all on my own. No Weight Watchers no Jenny Craig. All me! |
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| After. Notice the distinction that is my neck. And my pecs. Defined. |
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| Before. Too many cheetos and late night TV. |
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| Before. HA! The rolls are innumerable. And my head is so ROUND! |
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| Before. *Sigh* That holiday weight sticks with ya. |
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| After. My smile is a little awkward but, in my defense, I knew I was being photographed for an "after" and I was trying to get my body positioned to look it's slimmest. Baby wants to look fit! |
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
My Personal Ad
Ladies, I'm an independent man.
Ruler of the roost. Big Man on Campus. Head Hancho. The Big Cheese. Boss-man.
You can call me Captain or Sir if you want.
Because I've come to the realization that there is nothing I can not do.
Let's see...
I feed myself Baby Mums Mums and Teething Crackers like 3 or 4 times a day.
Sometimes I go wild and eat fruit puffs. Not too many, though, I want to keep up a certain physique.
I pull myself up to play the piano. I can reach the white keys and sometimes- if I am on my tippy toes I
can even hit the black ones.
I climb stairs. Which is great exercise for my heart. (and my mom)
I can turn the TV off and on by just pushing one button. There's never any shows on though. It's just a black screen. I put a complaint in the box... but you know how those boxes are. They don't ever read the complaints.
I turn the pages to all the books mom reads me. I determine the pace. Sometimes we take it slow and mom reads the same page four or five times and then there are times I want to get on with my day and we whiz through books taking them two- sometimes three pages at a time.
I undo my own diaper. Sometimes it needs changed and sometimes I just want a little fresh air.
I have let my hair grow super long in the back. Honing in my hippie vibes. Yeah, it's kinda rebellious. I won't let my mom cut it. But let me tell you, it is soft hair ma' ladies. Super soft.
I hold my own wash rag in the tub and, when so inclined, I scrub my body with it.
I open drawers, cupboards, closets, chests, boxes, purses, dishwashers... you name it... I can figure out how to open it and empty it. Skills, babe. Skills.
When we are at the playground I go like 20 feet away from mom without even turning around to see if she is still there. I know. Wild streak. Buy me a Harley-I'm ready to bust out of here!
I'm your basic Hunk.
Did I mention I'm a world class snuggler?
Ruler of the roost. Big Man on Campus. Head Hancho. The Big Cheese. Boss-man.
You can call me Captain or Sir if you want.
Because I've come to the realization that there is nothing I can not do.
Let's see...
I feed myself Baby Mums Mums and Teething Crackers like 3 or 4 times a day.
Sometimes I go wild and eat fruit puffs. Not too many, though, I want to keep up a certain physique.
I pull myself up to play the piano. I can reach the white keys and sometimes- if I am on my tippy toes I
can even hit the black ones.
I climb stairs. Which is great exercise for my heart. (and my mom)
I can turn the TV off and on by just pushing one button. There's never any shows on though. It's just a black screen. I put a complaint in the box... but you know how those boxes are. They don't ever read the complaints.
I turn the pages to all the books mom reads me. I determine the pace. Sometimes we take it slow and mom reads the same page four or five times and then there are times I want to get on with my day and we whiz through books taking them two- sometimes three pages at a time.
I undo my own diaper. Sometimes it needs changed and sometimes I just want a little fresh air.
I have let my hair grow super long in the back. Honing in my hippie vibes. Yeah, it's kinda rebellious. I won't let my mom cut it. But let me tell you, it is soft hair ma' ladies. Super soft.
I hold my own wash rag in the tub and, when so inclined, I scrub my body with it.
I open drawers, cupboards, closets, chests, boxes, purses, dishwashers... you name it... I can figure out how to open it and empty it. Skills, babe. Skills.
When we are at the playground I go like 20 feet away from mom without even turning around to see if she is still there. I know. Wild streak. Buy me a Harley-I'm ready to bust out of here!
I'm your basic Hunk.
Did I mention I'm a world class snuggler?
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