It's all pressure I put on myself, of course. But with our Disney trip looming (next week--EEK!) and us camping this weekend, I feel pressed for time. Time for laundry, packing the kids for grandma's this weekend, us for camping (adults only trip) and then repacking for FL. Time to finish wrapping up clients I have going in the next month or so. Time for back to school stuff. Ugh. I have 1,001 things I wanted to do by next week and they are so not happening. I'm normally not this pressured or freaked out before a vacation, so it's catching me a bit off guard.
So, do you wig out before leaving on vacation? Do you pack the night before or weeks before?
Monday, August 11, 2008
Inspiration
I've been catching some of the Olympics over the weekend and last night I was impressed by a gymnast, Oksana Chusovitina . She is not your typical gymnast, or at least what I envision when I think of your average Olympic gymnast. She is 33 years old and her story is heartwarming. Her son developed leukemia and she moved to Germany for his treatment. And the gym was her solace. She is competing in her fifth Olympics and I wish her all the best. Check out her Olympic bio. When I see mostly 16 year old gymnasts and expect them to be under 20, she's a breath of fresh air and pretty darn awesome.
Thursday, August 7, 2008
The Words Coming Out Of Your Mouth
Two things that made me laugh this evening.
1) Ariana: Mom, are you going to die soon?
Me: No, I'm not. Why?
Ariana: Cuz you're old and when you have spots, you're old.
Me: (laughing through tears) well, I just didn't have a reply for a couple minutes. It was just too damn funny. And I have no clue what she's talking about with spots.
2) Jason: You know what sucks about throwing out leftovers?
Me: No. (thinking it has to do with money wasting)
Jason: You never know what smell you're going to get.
After the day I had today, I totally needed this humor and found it way funnier that I perhaps would have on a different day.
1) Ariana: Mom, are you going to die soon?
Me: No, I'm not. Why?
Ariana: Cuz you're old and when you have spots, you're old.
Me: (laughing through tears) well, I just didn't have a reply for a couple minutes. It was just too damn funny. And I have no clue what she's talking about with spots.
2) Jason: You know what sucks about throwing out leftovers?
Me: No. (thinking it has to do with money wasting)
Jason: You never know what smell you're going to get.
After the day I had today, I totally needed this humor and found it way funnier that I perhaps would have on a different day.
Something New
For the last few weeks, Phoenix has developed this "scared" thing. It's something new, completely out of the blue. When it's time for bed, whether it's naptime or bedtime, he freaks out now when you put him in the crib. You mention nap or bedtime and he freaks. "Scared, scared." Before this, he was so easy to put to bed. Maybe too easy.
Once you get him in the crib, he screams and screams. Then screams some more. We have no clue what he's scared of. He's not showing any signs of seperation anxiety during the day, so I'm not sold that that could be what this possibly is. The kids have a lamp on in their room at bedtime, and we turn it off after they are asleep when we got to bed. And once that's off, the nighlight (adjustable) is on full-blast.
So, my fellow moms. What the hell do we do? Is this just a phase? I'm at a loss.
Once you get him in the crib, he screams and screams. Then screams some more. We have no clue what he's scared of. He's not showing any signs of seperation anxiety during the day, so I'm not sold that that could be what this possibly is. The kids have a lamp on in their room at bedtime, and we turn it off after they are asleep when we got to bed. And once that's off, the nighlight (adjustable) is on full-blast.
So, my fellow moms. What the hell do we do? Is this just a phase? I'm at a loss.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Powerful Women's Motto:
Live your life in such a way that when your feet hit the floor in the morning,
Satan shudders & says...
"Oh Hell....she's awake!!"
I got this in an email from a girlfriend and it made me smile.
Satan shudders & says...
"Oh Hell....she's awake!!"
I got this in an email from a girlfriend and it made me smile.
Monday, August 4, 2008
When it gets quiet, I get worried
The children have struck again. They were playing hide & seek with me this morning, and they were basically hanging out in the bathtub behind the curtain while I went from room to room "looking" for them. Then I was rinsing some dishes while they played in the tub, sans water. Then I noticed it was quiet. A bit too quiet for my kids. Which is when trouble is brewing.
They had my half full bottle of shampoo, Biolage which is a bit more costly than Pert, etc, and were dumping it all over the tub. Are you kidding me? Seriously kids, give me a break. They were covered in shampoo and then tried to take off through the house.
While I had them in the tub, with water, to rinse them off, which was a fruitless exercise since the shampoo made more bubbles than the gazillion bubble machine, they kept hopping in and out and splashing.
My bathroom floor is shiny and a bit slippery. The tub is full of bubbles, even after draining. And I have this shampoo smell stuck to my skin. It smells good when I use it on my hair, but it's permeating something awful at the moment.
They had my half full bottle of shampoo, Biolage which is a bit more costly than Pert, etc, and were dumping it all over the tub. Are you kidding me? Seriously kids, give me a break. They were covered in shampoo and then tried to take off through the house.
While I had them in the tub, with water, to rinse them off, which was a fruitless exercise since the shampoo made more bubbles than the gazillion bubble machine, they kept hopping in and out and splashing.
My bathroom floor is shiny and a bit slippery. The tub is full of bubbles, even after draining. And I have this shampoo smell stuck to my skin. It smells good when I use it on my hair, but it's permeating something awful at the moment.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Breaking Dawn
I'm not posting any big spoilers since I don't want to ruin it for anyone who hasn't finished reading or even picked it up yet, but....
WOW! That book was a ride. A fabulous ride.
I started reading as soon as I got home from the store. Stayed up until about 3:30am, when Phoenix woke up. Fell asleep about 5ish and slept until 10am. Picked the book back up around 11am and finished it at 2:30pm. It was awesome.
Here are a few photos from the evening...
WOW! That book was a ride. A fabulous ride.
I started reading as soon as I got home from the store. Stayed up until about 3:30am, when Phoenix woke up. Fell asleep about 5ish and slept until 10am. Picked the book back up around 11am and finished it at 2:30pm. It was awesome.
Here are a few photos from the evening...
Why Do I Bother?
I have tried to pick up items for my dearest husband in the past and it always ends up turning into a fiasco. If it's a polo shirt for work, the sleeves are wrong or it has a pocket. If it's a movie, it's not widescreen and he complains (before I can even tell him that all they had was the fullscreen version). I've actually told myself recently that I wasn't buying any more shit for him, since I apparently have no clue what he likes.
Well, he's been complaining he needs new t-shirts. And he wears his Nike tee's all the time. So, Kohls had them on sale and I picked up a few. Turns out they are all in the same color he already has and they are a size Large, which he normally wears. There has been an issue with shrinkage in the past on these shirts, so he bought an XL last time. The XL in the store looked gigantic, even if it'd shrink. So I bought the larges. Planning to ensure that they are washed carefully without hot water and high heat.
Since my intention was just to buy him some new shirts, and NOT to replace the shirts he has already, I am now returning them. God forbid he replace one of the shirts or have two in the same color. And I've told myself, AGAIN, that it's a waste of my time to shop for him for shit like this.
I know it's my own damn fault, but it makes me feel like shit when I'm trying to do something nice for him and it ends up being "wrong" or whatever. At times, I wonder why I even fucking bother.
Well, he's been complaining he needs new t-shirts. And he wears his Nike tee's all the time. So, Kohls had them on sale and I picked up a few. Turns out they are all in the same color he already has and they are a size Large, which he normally wears. There has been an issue with shrinkage in the past on these shirts, so he bought an XL last time. The XL in the store looked gigantic, even if it'd shrink. So I bought the larges. Planning to ensure that they are washed carefully without hot water and high heat.
Since my intention was just to buy him some new shirts, and NOT to replace the shirts he has already, I am now returning them. God forbid he replace one of the shirts or have two in the same color. And I've told myself, AGAIN, that it's a waste of my time to shop for him for shit like this.
I know it's my own damn fault, but it makes me feel like shit when I'm trying to do something nice for him and it ends up being "wrong" or whatever. At times, I wonder why I even fucking bother.
Friday, August 1, 2008
I'mmmmm Baaacck
F*ck. I typed up a post and blogger had issues. Crapola.
I'm back, but this is real quick. I'm about to head out to BN for the Breaking Dawn release party. But as soon as I'm done with the book, I'm looking forward to checking in and see how everyone is doing.
I'm back, but this is real quick. I'm about to head out to BN for the Breaking Dawn release party. But as soon as I'm done with the book, I'm looking forward to checking in and see how everyone is doing.
Friday, July 25, 2008
Summer of Me Finale
I lost one pound this week, bringing me to a total of 5.5lbs over this program. I was hoping for a bit more this week, but AF appeared and I'm amazed I did even the pound. I have been super good on soda & food intake this week. And I'm having uber (does anyone say that anymore?) cravings for chips & dip. I'm pretty proud of myself for not buying any too. I'm also in an emotional state at the moment which is making the urge to eat that much stronger. Gotta love being an emotional eater. wink.
I didn't set a true # goal with this challenge, but more of an exercise more and eat better goal. While I haven't been able to run as much as I would like, I have bumped up the activity level. Snacking is my big downfall and I think I've managed it nicely during the challenge.
It's been an awesome experience and I can't wait for the next challenge Christie puts up. I received my Camelback waterpak yesterday and it rocks. Although I'm still deciding if I should use it for water, or fill it with whiskey while we are camping. hee hee, couldn't you just picture it?
My clothes feel better. I feel better about myself. It's been a good couple of weeks!
I didn't set a true # goal with this challenge, but more of an exercise more and eat better goal. While I haven't been able to run as much as I would like, I have bumped up the activity level. Snacking is my big downfall and I think I've managed it nicely during the challenge.
It's been an awesome experience and I can't wait for the next challenge Christie puts up. I received my Camelback waterpak yesterday and it rocks. Although I'm still deciding if I should use it for water, or fill it with whiskey while we are camping. hee hee, couldn't you just picture it?
My clothes feel better. I feel better about myself. It's been a good couple of weeks!
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Monday, July 21, 2008
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Once Upon A Time...
...we had this neighbor. His name was Al. And he was scary. We lived in a beautiful, but old, apartment during Jason's college days. The place had lots of charisma, but across the hall from us was Al and his woman. He was scary, together they were freaky weird scary.
Let's see, how can I adequately describe Al. Al was like the poor man's version of this guy.
I'm not joking. He wasn't in all leather, but had the hat, and a vest. And occasionally had a long ass knife like that at his side. No, really. I'm serious. He was quite the odd duck. Or croc I guess you could say. (wink) He had a goat before they were cool, and even when they did turn cool I'm certain his was not cool.
Al owned this awesome van. It looked kinda like this...
Except shittier. And it was painted with purple & blue striping. Hand painted, not body shop painted. And we'd come outside to see him coloring in the black plastic sun shields on the back windows or doing a little pin striping with these...
For real. He would use paint markers, metallic in color, to touch up his Al-mobile. To top it all off, he had horns in the front window of the van.
Yep, I'm seriously NOT joking. Real fucking steer horns. And if I remember correctly, probably a skull or half naked lady air freshener hanging from the rear view mirror.
They knocked on our door once to ask for help moving a dresser up the stairs. How could I say no without being a complete bitch? So, I helped him carry this heavy-ass dresser up the stairs and into their apartment. I was happy to escape and turned down their offer of refreshments. Our apartments had these bay windows, and theirs was filled with some kind of shrine it seemed. And there were some of these around their apartment.
I'm all for individual taste, but decorating with skulls just ain't a good thing. Ever. Except for Halloween. But beyond October, forget about it.
Jason's bedroom when he lived there with some buddies (prior to me moving in) was directly next to their bedroom. the headboards of each bed shared a wall. A rather thin wall. One night about 1am, when I was spending the weekend, we had the most unpleasant experience of listening to them have sex. It took everything we had not to laugh out loud. It started out with her moaning and then turning to repeated "Oh god, oh god" over and over. And over. Come on lady, get on with it! Finally, she let's out a giant "Oh God!" and we hear this guttural snarl/belch/noise. It's Al, and he's finally cooked his goose. Thank god they were done!
We still remember Al and the van, and the horns, and the knife, and the sex. We chuckle about it yet today.
Let's see, how can I adequately describe Al. Al was like the poor man's version of this guy.
I'm not joking. He wasn't in all leather, but had the hat, and a vest. And occasionally had a long ass knife like that at his side. No, really. I'm serious. He was quite the odd duck. Or croc I guess you could say. (wink) He had a goat before they were cool, and even when they did turn cool I'm certain his was not cool.
Al owned this awesome van. It looked kinda like this...
Except shittier. And it was painted with purple & blue striping. Hand painted, not body shop painted. And we'd come outside to see him coloring in the black plastic sun shields on the back windows or doing a little pin striping with these...
For real. He would use paint markers, metallic in color, to touch up his Al-mobile. To top it all off, he had horns in the front window of the van.
Yep, I'm seriously NOT joking. Real fucking steer horns. And if I remember correctly, probably a skull or half naked lady air freshener hanging from the rear view mirror.
They knocked on our door once to ask for help moving a dresser up the stairs. How could I say no without being a complete bitch? So, I helped him carry this heavy-ass dresser up the stairs and into their apartment. I was happy to escape and turned down their offer of refreshments. Our apartments had these bay windows, and theirs was filled with some kind of shrine it seemed. And there were some of these around their apartment.
I'm all for individual taste, but decorating with skulls just ain't a good thing. Ever. Except for Halloween. But beyond October, forget about it.
Jason's bedroom when he lived there with some buddies (prior to me moving in) was directly next to their bedroom. the headboards of each bed shared a wall. A rather thin wall. One night about 1am, when I was spending the weekend, we had the most unpleasant experience of listening to them have sex. It took everything we had not to laugh out loud. It started out with her moaning and then turning to repeated "Oh god, oh god" over and over. And over. Come on lady, get on with it! Finally, she let's out a giant "Oh God!" and we hear this guttural snarl/belch/noise. It's Al, and he's finally cooked his goose. Thank god they were done!
We still remember Al and the van, and the horns, and the knife, and the sex. We chuckle about it yet today.
May The Force Be With You
Here are utter geekness photos. The day was termed "Three nerds & a Turd." Our friends from MN shared the day with us, and one of us is not a Star Wars fan. (wink, wink).
Friday, July 18, 2008
I am a geek
We are heading over to the Cities tomorrow for a Star Wars exhibit. And I'm bringing my camera. I will be in heaven.
Yes, I am a Star Wars geek.
May the Force Be With You all this weekend.
Yes, I am a Star Wars geek.
May the Force Be With You all this weekend.
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