Friday, October 30, 2009
I lost 14 pounds.
Celebration Reason #2
Halloween party tonight and my costume came together quite nicely.
Celebration Reason #3
I get to spend tonight with two of my besties.
Celebration Reason #4
I lost 14 pounds. I will probably be celebrating that a lot!
Thursday, October 29, 2009
1. Beautiful three row diamond wedding ring
2. Diamond stud earrings
3. Circle tag bracelet with my son's name engraved on it
4. Circle tag bracelet with my daughter's name engraved on it
6. Pearl and silver ball bracelet
7. Silver ball bracelet
8. Family tree necklace
9. Silver & cz drops necklace
10. Silver double toe ring
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
My Fit Mama sidebar hasn't changed since last Friday. I'm sicky. You know what that means? It means I did not do Week 4 Run 1 on Monday. It means I didn't get my beloved yoga yesterday. It means that today I didn't do Week 4 Run 2. It means I am off track. Track, indoor track...I miss you. See, I have it on the brain. It means that I have to wait until Monday to start Week 4 which should really be Week 5. It means that it will probably be more difficult since I sat on my ass the last thee days. I'm dying to go to yoga tomorrow. I'm hoping and praying I will feel good enough.
*Silver Lining: the only good thing about being sicky is that I probably did lose a few pounds. I haven't eaten much of anything since Monday. For the record I would rather work my butt off at the gym than be sick. Ugh.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
It's called caretoomuchwhatothersthinkaritis.
I care waaaaaay to much what people think. What my family thinks. What my friends think. What strangers think. I know...some people don't understand this. Why would I care what strangers think? It doesn't matter, they don't even know me. I can't explain it to you...it just does. And my family and friends love me already so that doesn't make sense. Yet, it is a constant in my world. Crazy.
You know how I've mentioned that I'm a judgey judgerton. I think that is part of the reason. I am a people watcher and sometimes I judge them. So I assume that everyone else is doing the same thing to me. I assume I am being watched and judged all the time. Crazy.
This morning I made a comment on a blog and there was a comment made after mine by another reader that referenced mine. I have been sick all day about it. Seriously. Crazy, right? I don't know if I should say something and try to defend myself (with humor of course because I HATE confrontation). Or if I should let it go. Most people wouldn't have had a second thought about it. Again, crazy.
There have been many things I haven't done because I was scared of what someone might think or say. I freak out if my son says something he shouldn't because what if someone hears him and thinks I am a bad mom. I don't like my daughter to have a messy face because then it looks like I have a rug rat child and I don't care enough to wipe her face. I don't like the pine needles in my driveway because I don't want someone to drive by and think it is trashy. I freak out at church about people looking at the back of my hair. I have to have my toenails painted to even leave the house. I also have to look good because what if I run into someone. And not even someone I know. But the lady at the grocery store. I would prefer if she thought the best of me and my children. It's sick, I know. Sick and also crazy.
There is a website, of course. It is the Experience Project and they have an anonymous group I could join. They also have a group called "I remember my first kiss" and "I love to read" as well as "I have a dog". I could, in fact, join all those groups. (I found the website when I googled my disease to make sure it didn't have a real name when I gave it the name of caretoomuchwhatothersthinkaritis)
Is there a cure for this that I am unaware of? Do you know of a magic pill I can get my hands on? I would love to go to Target and not think the whole world is watching.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Check out tons of other things that did not happen at the mother of Not Me Monday.
I definitely do not have an issue with time management. I was running around like a crazy person trying to get me and the kiddos ready for wherever it was we were going. I definitely did not run into the bathroom and grab the closest bottle and spray it under my arms. It did not smell different than my deo. It did not smell exactly like my hair. It was most definitely not hairspray. My sweet husband did not catch me in the act and since he knows whats good for him...laugh himself right out of the room. Dang!
It is clear to anyone who knows me that I am a little bit spoiled. Ok, a lot spoiled. Date night was postponed from Thursday night. Postponed turned out to be a good thing. I did not have a hot stone massage on Friday afternoon while the sweet husband had a regular massage in the next room. I did not get dinner at our fave spot after that even with my greasy hair. (Greasy hair from the massage oil. I had clean hair before that) (I also pulled it up into a pony so you couldn't tell it was greasy) I guess I should have said I did not go out to dinner with greasy hair. Ha. And because a massage and dinner is a complete date I did not go to a Sunday matinee and hold hands in the popcorn bucket with the sweet husband.
Speaking of the sweet husband he did not stand out in the cold for the tickets and tell me to go inside to keep warm. He did not just laugh at me & tell me how much he loved me when I dropped popcorn all over him and the floor of the theatre. I did not start dancing when the movie started and look over and see him dancing along with me.
Just looks like regular dried corn on the cob right? Like indian corn which is perfect for decorating for fall. But, it isn't just regular corn. It is special. Special magic corn.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
1. Because I have so much beautiful eyes.
2. His hugs
3. His kisses
4. His voice
5. Because you love me.
6. He is cute.
7. He cleans his room for me. (you can totally tell this was written by him)
8. His hair
9. He gets in the car when I tell him to.
10. He is really good at baseball.
* I was having a hard time writing my ten things list and he was sitting in the chair with me and he told me what to write.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
The soap smells like a watermelon jolly rancher. Every time I wash my hands I get hungry. Who thought up this brilliant idea?
The indoor track is ran clockwise on Mon-Wed-Fri and counter clockwise on Tues-Thurs. (clearly, you can run on Sat or Sun. But, I don't so I don't know which way it runs) Regardless of there being signs that clearly state this; there is always someone going the wrong way. Last run I had to audibly (to myself) check what day it was and the guy that started running when I started could see my puzzled face and said to me "WE are going the right way...don't worry I have your back." I'm not sure but the lady that was going the wrong way didn't look like much of a bruiser to me. Nonetheless, I appreciate his support.
Speaking of the track...if you are taking a tour of the facility (which I encourage) please be aware that you are ON A TRACK. There will be people running. You standing in the middle of it and having a conversation about the pool downstairs is not the best idea. Move aside...
Are the ladies that use the gym provided yoga mats unaware of germs? Have you heard of this little thing called the swine flu? Bring your own mat, you grossies.
The kiddie pool area is only so big so just because a dad and his son are in close proximity to you and your daughter it doesn't mean he is hitting on you. It means that his son wants to play on the splash table as well. If they return and you happen to have a conversation it continues to mean that his son wants to play in the kiddie area. (yes, this is for you babe)
If you are in the pool and you swim in your white cover up please understand that it is completely transparent. We can see you and your swimsuit and even your belly button. And, for the record...you didn't need a cover up.
When a person has an ipod with earphones in, it is normally on. This means I can't hear you when you talk.
Um, I know it's hot when you are running on the stairmaster. I know you get sweaty but a little additional piece of material is not going to make that big of a difference. I promise. They even make material now that is designed for exercising. So, please, please put on a shirt. If you aren't in good shape we really don't want to see you in all your glory. If you are in good shape and want to show off all your glory then you should go out for cocktails with your girlfriends. Just saying.
Monday, October 19, 2009
Check out tons of other things that did not happen at the mother of Not Me Monday.
I have been working out every weekday (rest on Saturday & Sunday) and counting calories like a crazy supermodel. I have been feeling great and I can see a difference already in my legs and my face. So when I weighed myself and lost five pounds in less than two weeks I did not get super crazy mad. Don't get me wrong...I love that I already lost five pounds. It was the number on the scale. This is why I got rid of my scale. No matter what I was feeling or how I thought I looked and how my clothes fit if I got on that dang scale and it said something I didn't want to see I would go into a crazy mood and get all upset. I am not going to weigh anymore. Well, maybe just once a month. Maybe.
After buying my costume for the pumpkin holiday and realizing that aside from a few ruffles it is pretty much sleeveless and that I only have two weeks... I did not, after my run, work out my arms until I could barely pick up my baby girl.
I most certainly did not give the name Jesus (pronounced Hay Zeus) to an unfortunate soul who carried his belongings with him. Please let me explain. One of my besties and I went shopping for costumes on Friday. We were talking about explaining the Trinity to children on the way over. I had mentioned that I guess when I picture Heaven I see a God figure and a man figure of Jesus. So we were discussing that. Then we started talking about what Jesus looked like when he was on earth. We decided that all the pictures that look alike probably aren't wrong. I told her that I think he looks like "that" and I pointed over to her side of the car where she had her visor down and on her visor was a card with a picture of Jesus that once belonged to her Grandma. She looked past the picture and out her window where there was a homeless man sitting on the street corner. She looks at me with a puzzled look on her face. I quickly realize that she has not seen the card I was pointing at but thinks I was referring to the transient and we both start to giggle. We giggle and giggle and that turns into all out laughter. Laughter that we cannot control and that takes our breath away. Ahhhh, good times.
I politely and happily held the door open for a mom with two kids and when she didn't respond with a thank you, a smile, or a kiss my ass, I did not let her fend for herself with the second set of doors.
I was not completely and utterly embarrassed when my above reference bestie commented on the state of my bedroom. I had started cleaning it (packing away summer clothes) and you know how it gets worse before it gets better??? Well, she saw it at the "worse" stage so I did not spend hours in there making it shine like the top of the Chrysler building.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
For the now 9 month old baby girl
11 pairs of pants
2 pairs of pjs
5 outfits (pants & shirts w jackets)
2 pairs of tights
2 pairs of shoes
1 winter coat
This includes numerous, Gap, Childrens Place, Old Navy, Kenneth Cole and XOXO brands in sizes 12-24 months. It also includes a Christmas dress for next year with the tags still attached and I paid a quarter of the price.
For the 6 year old boy
1 pair of pants
1 pair of shoes
The shoes are Adidas cleats for soccer...$.75. Yep, they look new and I didn't even pay a dollar. The sweatshirt is a red Hurley hoodie that I got for $1. But my best find for him was a school shirt. We got the order form for school shirts and I totally forgot to get him one. Dang, I felt awful. Well I found one today and it cost me $1. Yeah!!!
In summary I got 62 items and I paid $73 and yes I am really bad at math but, isn't that just over one dollar an item???? What? That is AMAZING!
Now I have to get all these clothes washed and put away. Ugh. I didn't wait all week for this part.
After hours of shopping and many giggles and one weird man who seemed to be following us around we found a bright turquoise dress worthy of Carmen. We also found some plastic fruit to strategically place upon my head. With my dark hair and a little tanning (bottle not bed) I might just do this Brazilian bombshell justice.
Chances are at some point during the night I will do my own rendition of Chica Chica Boom Chic. Oh hellsyeah, I will.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
1. Scooby Doo
3. Meet The Robinsons
4. Chicken Little
5. Night at the Museum
7. The Sandlot
8. Pirates of the Caribbean
9. School of Rock
10. Prince Caspian
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Found this quote the other day on a blog. How true it is. When the sweet husband and I first started dating we would stay up all night. We would talk and kiss and talk and kiss until the early hours of the morning. There was just so much stuff to say. We had so much catching up to do. We didn't want to spend any of our time asleep. What a waste. We would eventually fall asleep. Then about 5am he would get up off the couch and we would both rub our aching necks and he would drive home and I would go crawl in my bed with my then 3 year old son.
I remember those late nights where we laughed and learned all about each other. The night we watched the meteor shower in the hot tub. The night when my little boy had a night terror and he worried right along with me and told me what a good mom I was. The night I told him about my divorce and what exactly he was getting in to and he smiled and told me he wasn't going anywhere. Those were the nights we fell in love.
Dr. Seuss was right...and not just about the lorax.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
When someone sneezes...say God bless you.
When someone smiles at you...smile back.
When someone gives you a compliment...graciously accept it.
When someone offers to help...allow them.
What did I forget?
Monday, October 12, 2009
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I went with my mom on Sunday afternoon to run around and went to a store that I never go into. I knew I would be safe to not spend any money there. I did not end up spending $15 and get five shirts and a pair of shoes. I know, right. I am the best shopper in the world.
I went to yoga twice this week. Looove it. I did not fold in to a swan dive pose, hit my toe with my hand and knock my toenail polish off. Since I am completely in the zone whilst doing my yoga I did not worry that the girls next to me would see the naked toe nail and make judgements of me. I certainly don't care what people think. Oh, and I for sure did not paint said naked toe nail in my car before I got out at the airport even though I was a little bit late already.
I did not speak of one Edward Cullen like he was real. I did not look like a complete crazy person talking to myself about a fictional character and how he sparkles and sings. What? You didn't know he sings...he does. It's glorious, isn't it?
Went to my nephews birthday party this week. Well, at least for a little bit before I snuck to the gym (thanks Mom). It was a skate party, which is sooo cool when you are ten. The kids had a fun time skating. So did the two guys that showed up in their matching waist long hair, white pants, tie dye tees, bandannas with actual synchronized routines. I watched them for at least three songs until YMCA came on and I had to teach my 16 month old niece the moves. I did not want to kick myself when I found out they had done a whole performance in the middle of the skate rink while I was gone.
It is only two and a half months until Christmas. When that realization hit me in the shower I did not double freak out because I have not started one craft and not bought one present. Oh, I take that back. I got the baby girl a Care Bear movie the other day and when I got it home realized it was a Halloween care bear movie. Ugh. I do not hate Halloween so I'm not returning that move today.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Did I just type "it's like"? That's like crazy...I like never talk like that. Please envision me chewing gum and flipping my hair around.
I had no plan to go to the gym today. It was a day off. A much needed day off. My body aches from head to toe. I had wicked painful shin splints on my last run. Yet, I felt guilty all day for not going. Crazy?
Got advice from the sweet husband on what to do to make my shins feel better. Also got unsolicited advice from the ex husband for shin splints. They weren't the same at all. I googled it and got total different advice. Ugh.
I have jury duty starting on Tuesday. I don't mind serving. I enjoyed the last time I was a juror. Not looking forward to it since I know they are choosing for a murder that happened around here starting Tuesday. And I have the sweet baby girl I would rather spend my day with than twelve strangers, two suits, a robe and a murderer.
When you tell people you got the jury letter you automatically get a million different ways to get out of being chosen. Most include radical views. Can't I just be honest and tell them it is inconvenient for me and my daughter and my new exercise program?
Had the new tv show Flash Forward on our dvr. We watched two episodes. I like it. The sweet husband isn't sure about it yet. Premise: the whole world blacks out for two minutes at the same exact time. Causes disaster. During the black out each individual sees into their future, six months into their lives. Made me think if I would want to see my future. I'm going with no.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Well, I made it today with yellow tomatoes from my parents garden and it was even better. Delicious to the tenth power. I know, right? Yummmy. Yellow tomatoes aren't as acidic so somehow that makes the flavors of the jalapenos, garlic, onion, cilantro stand out even more. I don't know how but it did.
Yummy. So if you know my mom you can cruise right up to her house and get some...she has boxes of tomatoes. If you don't know her you need to because she is the most amazing lady ever. And you also need to find yourself some yellow tomatoes. Hee hee.
Friday, October 9, 2009
Today when we were waiting for one more flight I saw the best homecoming. It was like I was in the opening airport scene of Love Actually. It was a mom with three little boys at the luggage carousel. They were joined by Poppa soon after. They found the luggage of whoever it was they were waiting for although they had yet to see the actual people. Then a young couple with a stroller were spotted. There was screaming. There was running. There were hugs and smiles and giggles and more hugs. I got a little teary through my own huge smile. It warmed my heart to see such love and happiness.
I thought that the airport might be a good place to come when you needed to see some human goodness. Where you can see that embrace of two lovers. Where you can see a mom return home to her babies and squeeze them super tight. Where you can see old friends reunite for this years hunt. Where you can see men return from war and see their newborns for the first time. This is the backdrop of love and they are all over the country.
It also is the backdrop for some really good photos. Take a looksy at what I found yesterday.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
1. Grey's Anatomy
Can't help it...I love these guys.
2. The Office
Jim & Pam, need I say more?
My boyfriend Joshua Jackson is on here, plus his dad is funny.
4. Mad Men
The clothes, the men, the women who drink & smoke, even while pregnant.
5. Parks & Recreation
Like the Office, but not.
6. The Hills
Please, please don't judge me
7. Private Practice
Spin off from Grey's, its debatable.
8. Barefoot Contessa
9. Fantasy Factory
Rob of Rob & Big...sweet husband loves it.
10. Daddy's Girls
Rev Run's daughters who moved to Cali.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
That's what they call the yoga at the community center.
I like it.
I mean I like the class.
I also like the name.
I think its kind of funny, since clearly it is yoga but whatever.
Its the best class I've ever been in.
The instructor is very instructional and thorough.
She also is cute.
But not too cute where I am intimidated.
The class was full.
Of more cute girls.
I fit right in.
It had been over a year since I had been in a yoga class.
Way too long.
She calls them practices.
She also doesn't do any "ommmm" or budha schmudha talk which I like.
I was proud of my body for what it could still do.
I was sad a little when there were a few things I used to be able to do but couldn't now.
Surprised me that she said namaste at the end.
I don't say it.
It is like saying "the god in me honors the god in you".
I'm pretty sure there is no god in me.
I wonder if the other girls know what they are saying.
I pray during the cool down.
She reads quotes.
This week theme: take care of yourself so you can care for others.
Mom's sometimes forget this little bit of information.
It really is important.
I left smiling and feeling good.
I can't wait to go back tomorrow.
Monday, October 5, 2009
It is no secret that I have some baby weight to get rid of. Like 20 pounds. Ugh. And if I'm being really honest I have some happy weight to get rid of as well. You know the "fat and happy" that happens to you. When I got divorced I was pretty skinny. Skinny and miserable. I worked out a lot and didn't eat much. Stress did wonders for my figure. Now that life is good and I am happy some of that weight found me again. I thought I lost it but apparently it was just on vacation. And now it is home.
So, today I am starving. Know why? I said the word. The dang diet word. Ugh. Why do I do that. I know better. I ate a peanut butter toast for breakfast and a lean cuisine for lunch but right now I am starved. Starved on the verge of famished. Seriously. Luckily I have no junk food in the house. Anywhere...trust me I looked. I looked everywhere for popcorn, ice cream, leftovers. Nothing. Which is a good thing for the (shhhhh!) diet.
You may have noticed that my running took a vacation as well. It did. We went to Cali for a week and when I got back there was this incident with a van that was for some reason on the same route as my run. My run course quickly changed and since I am a scaredy cat my running suffered. And by suffered I mean stopped. My 5k was supposed to be this week and now I have to start all over. Double ugh! Just like me though to go big and then stop. I am starting again tonight. Joined a local community center and they have a (drumroll, please) indoor track. YEAH!!! Come and get me now scary man in the gray van with no windows that probably had four other pretty running girls in the back.
The plan is to start the 5k training again on the track and run M-W-F. Yoga is on Tu-Th-Sat. I am taking advantage of being home and having this membership. I am going to update my sidebar with my activities. Keeps me accountable. Plus I am dying to get back into my skinny jeans.
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I did not get a bag of fresh jalapenos from my mom and proceed to make poppers for lunch Saturday. I am not addicted so I did not have them for lunch yesterday too. It would be ridiculous if when I went yesterday I got more just in case the craving strikes during the week. So, I didn't do that.
Speaking of those dang poppers... my girlfriend and I aren't soooo in love with this little treat that we did not decide that the heat of the jalapenos melts any and all calories so it's really like not eating at all. Genius!
I never leave my children unattended. So there is no way that I turned on a movie and told my little boy to watch his even littler sister so I could sneak just a few minutes of alone time with the sweet husband on a Sunday morning when we did not play hooky from church.
I am probably one of the most vain people I know so I would never for any reason under the sun walk my son to the bus stop in non matching yoga pants and sweatshirts with messy hair. I have a reputation you know.
My little girl goes with me to the salon when I get my nails done. This week I had lunch in the diaper bag for the sweet husband so he could swing by and pick it up since we are so close to his work. I did not smell something funny coming from a pair of size 9 month jeans. I did not call the sweet husband to see when he was going to be by to get his lunch. And I for sure did not tell him to hurry because his princess was stinking up the whole salon.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
You know I love myself a dollar store. We went yesterday to buy crayons, toothbrushes, stickers, chapstick, jump ropes and other small toys for a gift box we were packing for a Christmas project at church. We filled up two boxes that will make one little girl and one little boy smile and giggle. Saw a girl there that went to the same high school. She kept making snide remarks about the stuff. Um, it's the dollar store. I'm not sure what she was expecting. It was almost like she was embarrassed to be there. Don't be embarrassed...I'm here too.
Going to a double header soccer game in an hour. Hoping it doesn't rain. Seven wet six year olds running around and then trying to get warm doesn't sound like the most fun. Nor does a bundled up 9 month old who wants to crawl and cannot. Last but not least I'm pretty miserable to be around when I'm cold. Did I talk you into joining us?
Really want to to do the antique white, shabby chic look in my house. I love the look. Always have. But, there is a fine line between antique and junky. How do I mix what I have and get the look that I want? Thinking of starting in my bedroom. It is completely red so I use a lot of white to brighten it up anyway. Might be the easiest and safest and cheapest. Hmmmm...
As I write my son is tying up my baby girl in his Indiana Jones whip. I would put a stop to it but she seems to be ok. Well, she did. Apparently the Indy hat was the last straw. She is giving him what for now.
The family did ro sham bo to see what to make for dinner last night. I lost. I made stroganoff. From a box. Clearly my son won. The sweet husband and I made salads with huckleberry dressing, feta cheese and walnuts. Delish.
Turned our heat on. I made it to October 1st. Partly because we had a late warm summer which I loved but partly because I couldn't do it. No heat in September. It just doesn't seem right. It was just last week that I was having mid day cocktails outside in the sun and now it is 53 and gray and wet. And there was snow on one of the passes nearby. Too early. Waaaaay too early for snow.
Not really sure how my sweet husband puts up with me but am so glad he does. I can be, well lets say, trying at times. He is entirely too good to me and I'm still not sure how I got so lucky. He makes my life wonderful even when I don't deserve it.
I'm crazy addicted to the sweet tea from one fast food chain with golden arches. I adore it. It is sweet and cold and makes my mouth water. It would be watering right now if there wasn't one sitting on my left. I have had one a day for the last week. One day it lasted me two days. Or is that because I had two which would really be one and a half that day. Oopsy! They are only $1 so it isn't the money but I have yet to check the calories because I don't want to know. I probably could make it at home but I don't want to know how much sugar they put in it. So, I will just make friends with the drive thru girl and live in denial.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
1. Princess invitations (they definitely have the word queendom on them)
2. Princess thank you cards
3. Princess plates & napkins
4. Princess candy bracelets and candy castle puzzles
5. Pink happy birthday banner
6. Princess cookie cutters (high heel shoe, crown, wand, diamond ring, castle, etc)
7. Candy princess cupcake toppers and sprinkles
8. Paper princess tiaras for all girls to wear (I will be wearing my real one, yes I have a real one)
9. Pin the crown on the princess game ( I will use tape instead of pins...that would be just mean to have pins stuck in the princess' face)
10. Pink Princess Ribbon for the birthday girl