So, this morning I actually stayed up after Taylor got on the bus...yay me! Lately DH and I go to bed so late (harvest) that I'll crash again after she's off to school. Today I thought, "Hmmmmm, 2 hours before the little ones get up. What should I do?" Okay, we all know what I should do: work out. I've stayed pretty steady on my weight and I'm happy about that, but I need to work out. Toning, to help my sleeping, time for myself, etc. I found a workout in my Redbook magazine that seemed pretty lowkey. I thought I'd try so I suited up and went to work!
Yeah, I got my a** handed to me in the form of realizing just how out of shape I am! I could barely balance on one leg for some of the moves without tipping over. The good news is, I didn't hate it and I actually broke a little sweat. I just might do it again tomorrow:)
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Look what I caught!!
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Well, that was short lived!
Remember that nesting thing I was "struggling" with last week? Yep, that's gone! It made a brief appearance earlier this evening after the kids and I got back from my (half) sister's house. Her house is newer, and while it wasn't huge, it was nice, so clean and very homey! Really made me want to clean the house, light up the fireplace (she didn't have one, but our fireplace feels homey), and finish putting up my decorations. Yeah, I straightened a few things and then the recliner and I joined forces and watched Desperate Housewives together. Ahhhh, it was like 2 buddies who have spent too much time apart. Neither of us faulted the other, we just enjoyed being together again:)
I'm in holiday decoration limbo. For me, it's a little too early for Halloween yet, but I don't want to put up all my fall stuff as some of it gets replaced with Halloween items anyway. So a strand of "leaves" that grace the mantel of my homey (yet, unlit) fireplace is it for now. :::sigh:::
If anyone has seen my ambition, please send it home...I miss it:(
I'm in holiday decoration limbo. For me, it's a little too early for Halloween yet, but I don't want to put up all my fall stuff as some of it gets replaced with Halloween items anyway. So a strand of "leaves" that grace the mantel of my homey (yet, unlit) fireplace is it for now. :::sigh:::
If anyone has seen my ambition, please send it home...I miss it:(
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Just 10 months too late....
Nesting.
I just can't get enough projects to do.
**I also want you to know that lately, I must proofread and proofread everything I type, no matter where I type it. I've been skipping words, forgetting "s" to pluralize (is that even a word?), and generally not making much sense when I'm done! My fingers and my brain need to have lunch and figure that crap out. Until then, if my posts seem screwed up, well, they just are!**
Anyway, the house that is mine is always known to be messy. Not gross messy, but "Hey, do you even know how to put anything away?!" messy. Mail stacked on the table, laundry in baskets (but clean!), groceries still on the counter (hey, they're easier to get to right?). Lately however, junk mail goes right to the garbage, even if I might want to order the collectible figurines of the Seven Wonders of the World. I can't have dishes on the counter, they must go in the dishwasher. I must admit, it's awesome to find a clean cereal bowl the next morning....go me! The hamper for towels can't be full. My washing machine is begging for a day off. If there's crumbs on the floor after I just swept, heaven help the person who put them there. I may not be working out, but I certainly am not sitting on my butt doing nothing! Unless I'm at the computer editing and printing pictures to go in frames I suddenly decided I desperately need to fill.
About that working out...yep, still not happening. But I haven't gained, I've stayed active, and I forgot to weigh in and measure today (crap!). Oh well. Printing off another picture will burn a few calories right?
I just can't get enough projects to do.
**I also want you to know that lately, I must proofread and proofread everything I type, no matter where I type it. I've been skipping words, forgetting "s" to pluralize (is that even a word?), and generally not making much sense when I'm done! My fingers and my brain need to have lunch and figure that crap out. Until then, if my posts seem screwed up, well, they just are!**
Anyway, the house that is mine is always known to be messy. Not gross messy, but "Hey, do you even know how to put anything away?!" messy. Mail stacked on the table, laundry in baskets (but clean!), groceries still on the counter (hey, they're easier to get to right?). Lately however, junk mail goes right to the garbage, even if I might want to order the collectible figurines of the Seven Wonders of the World. I can't have dishes on the counter, they must go in the dishwasher. I must admit, it's awesome to find a clean cereal bowl the next morning....go me! The hamper for towels can't be full. My washing machine is begging for a day off. If there's crumbs on the floor after I just swept, heaven help the person who put them there. I may not be working out, but I certainly am not sitting on my butt doing nothing! Unless I'm at the computer editing and printing pictures to go in frames I suddenly decided I desperately need to fill.
About that working out...yep, still not happening. But I haven't gained, I've stayed active, and I forgot to weigh in and measure today (crap!). Oh well. Printing off another picture will burn a few calories right?
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Hells yeah....
It's been a good day.
I met with Michelle, my half-sister, for lunch today. I'm not gonna lie, I was nervous. So very nervous. Then I get there and....I swear, it's like those 20 years had never happened. Totally natural. We talked about our kids, the Sperm Donor (she calls him that too!!!), and why she contacted me after so many years. She just felt something was missing and after seeing me so many times (by her job in the local mall, and at our state fair 90 miles away with thousands of people a day, and nevermind it was my first time ever there!) . Well, that state fair thing sealed the deal, she felt it was an omen. She had to contact me and her sister supported that idea. She looked me up on FB, and there I was.... After our lunch today I wound up going to the mall with my mom and sisters so we swung over to where Michelle worked and said "hi"! Despite the situation, they all talked like we have known each other for years. Michelle (well, me too I guess as we all have the same sperm donor!) has another sister, and 2 brothers. Funny thing is, we're so similar it's scary and I guess we look a lot alike too. Her ( I guess "our") sister, Rachel, wanted to join us for lunch, but Michelle felt it might be too much at one time for me, so we'll all get together some other time soon:) My questions were answered (and I still have my kidneys!), my nerves are settled, and I feel so much better about it! I didn't know what to expect and was comforted to see her excitement and eagerness to meet my kids and to talk about our past. Here's to hoping it stays that way...some reunions don't end well, but I'm hoping the best for this one!:)
I met with Michelle, my half-sister, for lunch today. I'm not gonna lie, I was nervous. So very nervous. Then I get there and....I swear, it's like those 20 years had never happened. Totally natural. We talked about our kids, the Sperm Donor (she calls him that too!!!), and why she contacted me after so many years. She just felt something was missing and after seeing me so many times (by her job in the local mall, and at our state fair 90 miles away with thousands of people a day, and nevermind it was my first time ever there!) . Well, that state fair thing sealed the deal, she felt it was an omen. She had to contact me and her sister supported that idea. She looked me up on FB, and there I was.... After our lunch today I wound up going to the mall with my mom and sisters so we swung over to where Michelle worked and said "hi"! Despite the situation, they all talked like we have known each other for years. Michelle (well, me too I guess as we all have the same sperm donor!) has another sister, and 2 brothers. Funny thing is, we're so similar it's scary and I guess we look a lot alike too. Her ( I guess "our") sister, Rachel, wanted to join us for lunch, but Michelle felt it might be too much at one time for me, so we'll all get together some other time soon:) My questions were answered (and I still have my kidneys!), my nerves are settled, and I feel so much better about it! I didn't know what to expect and was comforted to see her excitement and eagerness to meet my kids and to talk about our past. Here's to hoping it stays that way...some reunions don't end well, but I'm hoping the best for this one!:)
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Swift kick and some deep sh*t
You know how you're walking along, things are great, the sun is shining, your bills are paid and everything is just...fine? Suddenly, out of the sky drops an anvil courtesy of your very own coyote named "The Past".
Last week I was contacted by my half-sister who I haven't heard from or spoke to in over 20 years. We share genetic material from a man I call "The Sperm Donor" (SD). He and my mom dated, she got pg, and he took off. Classy guy;) Well, he went on to marry and have 4 kids (my mom had me, married and had my four siblings). He treated his family like crap, he and the wife divorced, and none of them speak to him now. I met his oldest in private school one day at the ripe ol' age of 8. I've always known SD's name as it's written in my baby book and my new friend shared the same last name as him. Two and two together = we were half-sisters. We stayed friends until she was sent to public school the next year and we lost contact. Living in a small town, I heard bits and pieces about their family, but nothing ever came of it.
Fast forward to last week when she requested to be my friend on Facebook. They made computer chairs for a reason...so when your past swings by to say "Hi", you're sitting down! I accepted her right away, sent her my usual-new-FB-friend-wall-post: "Hey, how you doing? What's new with you?" and mulled over this situation for 3 days. To say I was confused would be an understatement. So many questions...what does she want? Why now? What brought this about? I mean, how did I know that she didn't just have a few glasses of chardonnay one night and do some drunk friend requesting? OMG, I know that girl, she was such a bitch in high school and always dissed my clothing, friends, ideas...hey, I wonder if she wants to be my friend? My wonderful supportive husband kept saying, "Maybe she needs a kidney" :::rolling eyes:::
Well, as luck would have it, turns out we have a mutual, very to-the-point FB friend who came out and asked me "How do you feel about this as she (and her sister) just wants to get to know you?" Finally! A motive! I'm very open to that as it's not our fault things turned out this way. So after 3 days of lost sleep, making sure my family was okay with this contact (my mom is fine with it and my sister is intrigued, no word on my bros yet), and hearing why this was happening, the shock has finally worn off. We've made plans to have lunch, catch up (20 years is going to need a long lunch hour!), and my regularly scheduled programming has resumed.
Amazes me how an instant can change you life and you never know when that instant will come...
Last week I was contacted by my half-sister who I haven't heard from or spoke to in over 20 years. We share genetic material from a man I call "The Sperm Donor" (SD). He and my mom dated, she got pg, and he took off. Classy guy;) Well, he went on to marry and have 4 kids (my mom had me, married and had my four siblings). He treated his family like crap, he and the wife divorced, and none of them speak to him now. I met his oldest in private school one day at the ripe ol' age of 8. I've always known SD's name as it's written in my baby book and my new friend shared the same last name as him. Two and two together = we were half-sisters. We stayed friends until she was sent to public school the next year and we lost contact. Living in a small town, I heard bits and pieces about their family, but nothing ever came of it.
Fast forward to last week when she requested to be my friend on Facebook. They made computer chairs for a reason...so when your past swings by to say "Hi", you're sitting down! I accepted her right away, sent her my usual-new-FB-friend-wall-post: "Hey, how you doing? What's new with you?" and mulled over this situation for 3 days. To say I was confused would be an understatement. So many questions...what does she want? Why now? What brought this about? I mean, how did I know that she didn't just have a few glasses of chardonnay one night and do some drunk friend requesting? OMG, I know that girl, she was such a bitch in high school and always dissed my clothing, friends, ideas...hey, I wonder if she wants to be my friend? My wonderful supportive husband kept saying, "Maybe she needs a kidney" :::rolling eyes:::
Well, as luck would have it, turns out we have a mutual, very to-the-point FB friend who came out and asked me "How do you feel about this as she (and her sister) just wants to get to know you?" Finally! A motive! I'm very open to that as it's not our fault things turned out this way. So after 3 days of lost sleep, making sure my family was okay with this contact (my mom is fine with it and my sister is intrigued, no word on my bros yet), and hearing why this was happening, the shock has finally worn off. We've made plans to have lunch, catch up (20 years is going to need a long lunch hour!), and my regularly scheduled programming has resumed.
Amazes me how an instant can change you life and you never know when that instant will come...
Friday, September 12, 2008
Tired.
I've always prided myself on having polite children. The ones that can talk say "Please", "Thank you", "Bless you", etc. You hold the door for the person behind you, you don't interrupt and you chew with your mouth closed. Well, one out of three ain't bad, right? Right? ::::crickets chirping::::
Tay is doing well, yet she's at the preteen age so most everything we've taught her has been transformed into knowing the littlest details of the Jonas brother's lives. Super. I can't get her to swallow her chicken before she tells me about her day, but I know who Joe (or is it Nick? Maybe it's the other one...) is dating. Then there's Cole. Oh. Good. God. He'll dump jello on his stir fry and politely ask for more with a sweet angelic smile and a "thank you" when you oblige (and why do I do that?). When we had Lexi I contemplated asking for a receipt before we left the hospital, just in case!
As much as I could go for a beer, I fear I'm too tired to drink the whole thing and then I'd have to yell at myself for wasting it. I'm a can freak. If you leave a pop can around and there is warm liquid in it, you better look for someone else to blame if you want another in the near future. I hate yelling at myself because I'm such a smarta** so I never really win the argument anyway.
Cole just informed me that he had a dream in which a cow bit him. On the back. He's almost 3, has seen cows 5 times in his life, and found this dream to be funny. It would not surprise me if he thanked the cow afterwards....
Tay is doing well, yet she's at the preteen age so most everything we've taught her has been transformed into knowing the littlest details of the Jonas brother's lives. Super. I can't get her to swallow her chicken before she tells me about her day, but I know who Joe (or is it Nick? Maybe it's the other one...) is dating. Then there's Cole. Oh. Good. God. He'll dump jello on his stir fry and politely ask for more with a sweet angelic smile and a "thank you" when you oblige (and why do I do that?). When we had Lexi I contemplated asking for a receipt before we left the hospital, just in case!
As much as I could go for a beer, I fear I'm too tired to drink the whole thing and then I'd have to yell at myself for wasting it. I'm a can freak. If you leave a pop can around and there is warm liquid in it, you better look for someone else to blame if you want another in the near future. I hate yelling at myself because I'm such a smarta** so I never really win the argument anyway.
Cole just informed me that he had a dream in which a cow bit him. On the back. He's almost 3, has seen cows 5 times in his life, and found this dream to be funny. It would not surprise me if he thanked the cow afterwards....
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