December 31, 2007
* to worry less about the house and play more with my kids
* to get organized
* to celebrate my family
* to drop another 20 pounds
* to plan for our Hawaiian ten year anniversary
* to use eye cream less sparingly
* to enjoy the company of my friends
* to take more showers than skip showers
* to go to Hot Yoga once a week
* to sleep
* to stay on top of the dishes and the laundry
* to stress out about the little things less often
* to use the F.I. file more often
* to be happy
Happy New Year!
December 30, 2007
The country breakfast is a five coarse eating ordeal. They first bring you fruit/yogurt and bread. Then the most delicious oatmeal you've ever tasted. Then eggs and potatoes with yummy, yum-yum bacon and sausage. Last they bring out pancakes. I was so stuffed by the end of it. I only sampled a little of each and tried not to overstuffed myself with each coarse. I drank down the best hot chocolate in the universe as well. This kind of eating is defiantly not for wussies with little stomachs. Baby Love was super good and J and I were overly impressed with her ability to sit through the breakfast. We decided we would get the kids dressed up some special morning and bring them up to eat their weight in breakfast food someday very soon. There is a train graveyard close by and it would be fun to walk along looking at the trains afterwards. I'm sure Wonder Boy would enjoy that.
The Snoqualmie Falls - lovely site!!
Baby Love and I before the eating extravaganza begun.
Baby Love sampling her fruit plate.
Afterwards, we headed to the outlet mall in North Bend and I found lots of treasures at the Eddie Bauer after Christmas sale!!! Yahoo!!
An awesome surprise from my mother-in-law. An elephant tea pot! I love it!!
A cupcake recipe book and cupcake kit from my sister-in-law. What fun! I'm excited to make some of the yummy cupcakes in this book. Yum!!
My parents gave us this cool game set. It has four games. Wonder Boy and I played Monopoly this afternoon. It was a hoot!
The kids gave me spa certificates. Love it!! I can't wait to go get a facial.
My hubby surprised me big time with this little Zune. I have been downloading music ever since Christmas. I love it!
And my friends spoiled me with lots of little scottie gifts. So fun! I love them.
December 27, 2007
Recently I have found myself perplexed on your take regarding the issue of curviness in women. For, I was very excited to hear from a friend that you were now carrying a variety of pant labeled “curvy”. Mostly, I was excited that you, The GAP, had jumped onto the women with curves bandwagon and decided to tailor a little, teeny, tiny more to those particular women’s needs. We, my friend and I, scoured your racks and stacks of skinny jeans, tight sweaters, chucks and bohemian styled cuteness looking for these so called curvy pants. However, we were disappointed to see your small section, albeit section none the least, of curvy pants consisted of two or three random stacks of size 0, size 1 and size 2. Now I ask you . . . . . what size 0 women is in need of a pair of trousers with extra room in the hips and thighs?
We indeed did find one larger size crammed way back in the back and upon trying them on, I discovered they fit. What was even better? Those so called curvy pants were a whole size smaller than I had been normally wearing. Yippee! What delight. However, you little teaser you, made those said pants for women who are seven feet tall. Which, you guessed it, I am not. The amount of material pooling around my feet from my 5’ 5” frame was down right funny!!! Now I understand. You don’t have to hit me over the head three times for me to figure out your reasoning. . . . . . your idea of women with curves who require pant sizes in the double digits are in fact Amazonian. And since Amazonian women aren’t generally found shopping in the local mall, you assume there just isn’t a need for pant sizes above two in any version.
Oh GAP! What a jokester you are!! You fool us ladies with curvaceous figures, you cute three capital letter named, overly priced store. You lure us in with our junky trunks, teasing us with words like “curvy”, watching us get our hopes up and then snicker at our dismay. Hahahahaha! You got me!
Thanks for the laugh!
P.S. Can you tell your friend, Abercrombie and Fitch, to turn the music down!!!!!
December 23, 2007
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December 18, 2007
December 17, 2007
I put these little bits together myself and I'm very proud how they turned out. I put small clothes pins, pom poms, wiggly eyes, paper pieces, and small Popsicles sticks in little bags. I love how they turned out.
December 16, 2007
December 15, 2007
Wonder Boy earned Listening Bear this week from class. He's a bear that the kids earn for being a good listener in class. The kids get to take him home for a night and then write in LB's journal about the adventures they had together. My mom and I had fun with him as well. . . . . . I told you the test was very long.
December 14, 2007
I got to school with Wonder Boy this morning, everyone dressed and fed, and with all the necessary parts involved in going to kindergarten. Clothes? Check! Backpack? Check! Folder? Check! Warm coat? Check! Shoes? Check! Snack? Check! Hair brushed? Oh well, he’s a boy. Boys don’t care about that stuff anyway! One of the mothers (a mother of one) asked me “how I do it?” Saying, “I only one and I struggle keeping everything organized and on time.” Which made me think. Why is she complaining about not keeping things straight when someone else cleans her house and someone else mows her lawn and someone else remodels her house and someone else does whatever else she needs to hire someone to do. Yes, I manage three kids, two dogs (one in potty training), a husband and a house by myself while teaching preschool part time and volunteering as a kindergarten room mom and scholastic book club book orderer as I shuffle kids from tae kwon do practice and dance classes and doctor appointments. All the while I squeeze in grocery shopping and toilet paper buying in as I get my oil changed in the car and take the animals to the vet. Really? Phew! How do I do it? However, we aren’t that much different, she and I . . . . . she manages a full time job, one child, no animals, a husband, dinner out every Wednesday (I know, I know too much!), and all the workers she employs to do her odd jobs. Wow! She must be exhausted!!
I’ve had to battle a lot of battles along the way. The journey that is such my life has been an uphill struggle. Sometimes when I reflect on myself, I think how it’s felt to always be sort of fighting everything, everyone just to get ahead a few steps. One of the last weight watchers meetings I attended, the leader said something I took to heart. She said when we have a job we don’t like, or a child who has to go to school, or a sick baby who is up all night we might not like it, but we “just do it!” We put on our work clothes and go to work. We get our child ready in the morning and step out into the cold and rain to get them to school on time. We stay up all night cuddling a sick wee one, cleaning up puke and smelling like spoiled milk. Weight loss is the same thing. We don’t really want to fight the fight, but need to get over the struggle and “just do it!” I’ve always been the kind of person, even as a child, to just put my head down and plow through. To get through. To carry on. To just do it! So in retrospect, I feel like I’ve always been fighting a fight. I keep things to myself. I put on the happy smile and say “I’m fine. How are you?”
No wonder my weight is up; that’s how I deal. I read lots of mommy blogs and often relate to the struggles other women feel. I find myself laughing or saying “Yes!!” to myself sharing feelings of frustration and not feeling so alone. I sometimes read the comments other readers’ post of support and understanding and love and kinship. Instead I get how disturbing my recent steam blowing was. Because, after all, I’m the only person in the universe who isn’t allowed to have a bad week. No wonder I turn to M&Ms. They are quick and little and taste oh so good. They give me a little burst of happiness with every handful. Not to mention the crunchiness of their hard candy shell helps relieve a little stress. I now understand how I’ve drowned my feelings with food and hid my sensitive soul with excess weight. At least, I’m not drinking myself to sleep every night. I’m not abusing prescription drugs. I’m not hunting down the 17 year old, shaggy haired, pimple bearing boy selling speed at the local Safeway. No! I put my head down and carry on just like I always do popping M&Ms and swigging a nonfat latte, coming up to take a breath and vent here and there along the way.
I’m working on myself; trying to be a good parent, a good wife, a good life manager. Concentrating on the good in my life more often instead of heartaches and disappointments. I’ve lost a solid 16 pounds since February and I’m trying to hit that 20 pound mark before my one year anniversary. I try to take a little more time away from the chaos, and I work on feeding myself good food and getting exercise.
Now at the end of my tirade . . . . . . I don’t have a cute, funny way to wrap these ramblings up with. I hope with the holiday quickly staring us down and with only 11 shopping days left, you can all reflect on the things that make you happy and joyful. A dear friend recently told me “it doesn’t have to be perfect”. How true that is because after all, it’s the imperfect-ness that makes for happy memories in the end.
December 12, 2007
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December 9, 2007
You can see Baby Love's sneaky hand in this first picture. Look closely.
The Divine Miss O participated in her very first dance recital this last Friday. It was adorably cute and put together really well. Every girl was accounted for at all times. Love it! I volunteered as a parent helper and was stationed helping one of Miss Sue's classes get dressed into their costume. The Candy Canes. I was a little sad I didn't get to help Miss O and her class get dressed into their Ladies of the Court costumes but I was able to smile and wave at O from across the way.
I didn't record at the recital itself because of the lighting and distance but Miss Sue let the parents watch a dress rehearsal this last week. I recorded the routine then. Fun stuff!! Push play and enjoy . . . . .
UPDATE: I didn't mean I wanted to set fire to my family, just to my overly, all-hope-lost, very, messy, messy house. The feeling of hopelessness and not knowing where to start is extremely frustrating. I tell myself all the time, stop wallowing! There are tons of people out there with far worse stresses and burdens. But there are times you just can't help it. Yes, I know there are people in wheelchairs and people without homes and people who have sucky jobs . . . . . . yada, yada, yada. That doesn't make me feel better about what I'm going through right now at this very moment. I did get out with friends last night for a couple hours eating snacks and laughing which raised my spirits. Although, I don't think my life likes me much right now for I learned our microwave died when I got home. Nice! Yet, another thing.
December 1, 2007
On this day, the first day of December, two things happened . . . . . we woke up to snow and we brought Angus home. Yes, we did it! J researched and found a local Scottish Terrier breeder. We headed out first thing this morning and made our way down south of Gig Harbor. It was a trek. We were greeted by two little girls and one boy. Alas we decided to take our little guy home and leave his sisters behind. Sniff, sniff.
"The name's Angus . . . . . now go fetch me a beer!"
He is a quick little bugger and very low to the ground. . . . it was hard trying to get a good, cute picture of him. But believe me, he is very, very cute. Frieda the super mutt is taking it as best she can. We have been paying her with lots of extra love and attention. Angus is eager to play and jump on her, but she isn't having any of that just yet. I hope she can relax and accept him soon.
We got home in time for more snow . . . . . big, huge flakes. It's wet out and not too cold so hopefully it won't freeze and mess up the week.