What to do?
Beginning exercise began the slow gain.
And now, 2 years later, I'm 15 lbs. up.
WTH?
Weight is 80% of what you put in your mouth, and 20% exercise.
My percentages are apparently off.
Weekdays? Pretty decent.
Weekends? Sucks the rat hole.
Wine? My best friend.
Hot tea? Just can't get myself to do it.
Uhm. Peri-meno?
Maybe tonight I can blame that.
Sunday, January 13, 2013
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
NOT a post about resolutions.
Resolutions?
I don't think so.
Heard a radio news story recently clearly stating the biggest reason for failing on those pesky annual New Year's resolutions comes from actually calling them New Year's resolutions. Apparently attaching the high pressure title to those self-improvement, dead-before-they've-begun, goals is a sure kiss of death.
Therefore, I will not be 'making' resolutions.
In fact, I'm not even going to discuss the subject any further.
Instead, I want to talk about nail polish.
For the past 3 weeks, since the week of December 3rd, 2012, I've been on strike. No cleaning up after boys, no sorting clothes, and definitely no bathroom duty.
No checking account, no bills, no stress, no mess.
But, as a replacement, I have engaged in the regular use of nail polish.
There have been 5, count them 5, different colors on the fingernails in the past several weeks. This has not happened since the life of pre-children.
And, the most exciting thing about this whole deal is that I don't avoid the colors; all those lushious dark, deep, and creamy rich colors I have again begun to use. I am not staying away from those beauties just because the color 'might' chip. And, if that dreaded chipping does indeed happen, I will simply paint them all over again.
My nails have never looked better! :)
I know, I know....not the most descriptive narrative about the strike. Not too many details to share, except to say that I've reached a decision about my 'previous' job as the 'housemaid;' it was too exhausting wondering why, on a daily basis, I had turned into the general manager, head-house keeper, meal planner, bill-doer, administrative assistant, AND head laundromat coordinator. It's true. I simply turned in my strike notice; no notification to the union, just the official yellow paper.
Pants said I couldn't be on strike because no demands had been presented. But alas....my demands are simple.
No more cleaning up of messes besides my own and all members of the family 'must get' responsible for participating in the above-mentioned managerial roles.
And thus, my lovely, newly manicured, and polished nails.
Tonight's colors? Brick Wall Red with Rainbow in the Skyline glitter on my tootsies and Gunmetal on the tips of my phalanges. I am, indeed, enjoying my strike.
And DON'T anyone dare call this a New Year's resolution!
I don't think so.
Heard a radio news story recently clearly stating the biggest reason for failing on those pesky annual New Year's resolutions comes from actually calling them New Year's resolutions. Apparently attaching the high pressure title to those self-improvement, dead-before-they've-begun, goals is a sure kiss of death.
Therefore, I will not be 'making' resolutions.
In fact, I'm not even going to discuss the subject any further.
Instead, I want to talk about nail polish.
For the past 3 weeks, since the week of December 3rd, 2012, I've been on strike. No cleaning up after boys, no sorting clothes, and definitely no bathroom duty.
No checking account, no bills, no stress, no mess.
But, as a replacement, I have engaged in the regular use of nail polish.
There have been 5, count them 5, different colors on the fingernails in the past several weeks. This has not happened since the life of pre-children.
And, the most exciting thing about this whole deal is that I don't avoid the colors; all those lushious dark, deep, and creamy rich colors I have again begun to use. I am not staying away from those beauties just because the color 'might' chip. And, if that dreaded chipping does indeed happen, I will simply paint them all over again.
My nails have never looked better! :)
I know, I know....not the most descriptive narrative about the strike. Not too many details to share, except to say that I've reached a decision about my 'previous' job as the 'housemaid;' it was too exhausting wondering why, on a daily basis, I had turned into the general manager, head-house keeper, meal planner, bill-doer, administrative assistant, AND head laundromat coordinator. It's true. I simply turned in my strike notice; no notification to the union, just the official yellow paper.
Pants said I couldn't be on strike because no demands had been presented. But alas....my demands are simple.
No more cleaning up of messes besides my own and all members of the family 'must get' responsible for participating in the above-mentioned managerial roles.
And thus, my lovely, newly manicured, and polished nails.
Tonight's colors? Brick Wall Red with Rainbow in the Skyline glitter on my tootsies and Gunmetal on the tips of my phalanges. I am, indeed, enjoying my strike.
And DON'T anyone dare call this a New Year's resolution!
Sunday, December 30, 2012
Whhhaaaattttt?
2012?
Actually, 2013?
When did this happen? It's the end of our Christmas holiday, the house is a disaster, and I am still in my pj's drinking coffee and listening to the pending 'cliff.' Has anything changed since my last winter post?
Only that we are several years older; we are still healthy (one of us more healthy than the others.....Pants...), we are still pluggin' along, and the House and Senate are still fighting. Nothing new there.
But some things in our household have happened, changed, and progressed since I last found the time to document our existence; Jud and I have both taken up running (Jud MUCH more than I), have run a marathon or 3 (along with several 1/2 marathons), and continue trying to figure out this thing called parenthood. The boys are older, wiser, and much more sassy (Jud's fault). They continue to amaze us, baffle us, and drive us crazy.
E is now an intermediate school student. He is obsessed with all things Lego, all things science, and all things instrumental (beginning of his 6th year piano and finishing 1st year drums). He is still extremely literal, loves hockey (thankfully we have ice again this year), and is desperately trying to figure out his new 'tween existence.
M is now mid-elementary school age. He is a showman, loves his electric scooter, and is too, finding his musical self (3rd year piano). He is the daredevil, the adrenaline junky. He's had stitches, bumps and bruises from his 'bike tricks.' He is the flirt of the group and has had too many 'sweethearts' to count. He is the cuddler, the snuggler, and the hugger.
Pants and I? Well, both of our jobs are still intact. He is still documenting the community via photojournalism and I am still making my best attempt to educate the crazy teens of Pine View High. A few years older, a few years wiser, and a few years closer to having this thing called life figured out.
3 dogs, 2 cats, 2 rats, 1 fish.
One husband, one wife, one 'tween, and one flirt.
We love, we fight, we sass, we chill.
We are still here and continue to work
...at pluggin' along.
At pluggin' along.
At pluggin' along.
We, the crew, will keep pluggin' along.
Actually, 2013?
When did this happen? It's the end of our Christmas holiday, the house is a disaster, and I am still in my pj's drinking coffee and listening to the pending 'cliff.' Has anything changed since my last winter post?
Only that we are several years older; we are still healthy (one of us more healthy than the others.....Pants...), we are still pluggin' along, and the House and Senate are still fighting. Nothing new there.
But some things in our household have happened, changed, and progressed since I last found the time to document our existence; Jud and I have both taken up running (Jud MUCH more than I), have run a marathon or 3 (along with several 1/2 marathons), and continue trying to figure out this thing called parenthood. The boys are older, wiser, and much more sassy (Jud's fault). They continue to amaze us, baffle us, and drive us crazy.
E is now an intermediate school student. He is obsessed with all things Lego, all things science, and all things instrumental (beginning of his 6th year piano and finishing 1st year drums). He is still extremely literal, loves hockey (thankfully we have ice again this year), and is desperately trying to figure out his new 'tween existence.
M is now mid-elementary school age. He is a showman, loves his electric scooter, and is too, finding his musical self (3rd year piano). He is the daredevil, the adrenaline junky. He's had stitches, bumps and bruises from his 'bike tricks.' He is the flirt of the group and has had too many 'sweethearts' to count. He is the cuddler, the snuggler, and the hugger.
Pants and I? Well, both of our jobs are still intact. He is still documenting the community via photojournalism and I am still making my best attempt to educate the crazy teens of Pine View High. A few years older, a few years wiser, and a few years closer to having this thing called life figured out.
3 dogs, 2 cats, 2 rats, 1 fish.
One husband, one wife, one 'tween, and one flirt.
We love, we fight, we sass, we chill.
We are still here and continue to work
...at pluggin' along.
At pluggin' along.
At pluggin' along.
We, the crew, will keep pluggin' along.
Monday, December 7, 2009
And then there was a year.
Where did the time go? Our boys, another year older; our marriage, another steadfast year; and our loved ones, another year all present and accounted for.
Melancholy I am not; but overwhelmed, amazed, baffled, wondering where the hell the time went? That I am.
A new dog. A new addition to the family of close friends. A month in Maine. Too numerous to count weekends at Lake Powell. Another group of 170 kiddos. A 30-minute commute for the best care and education of my oldest. A 5-minutes commute for the best care and education of my youngest.
Health. Two (seemingly and thankfully) stable jobs. Income. Food. Home. Medical insurance. Music lessons. Professional growth. Athletic outlets. New creative endeavors.
Safety. Freedom. Peace. Choice.
And thankfully with these and so much more, we start 2010.
Melancholy I am not; but overwhelmed, amazed, baffled, wondering where the hell the time went? That I am.
A new dog. A new addition to the family of close friends. A month in Maine. Too numerous to count weekends at Lake Powell. Another group of 170 kiddos. A 30-minute commute for the best care and education of my oldest. A 5-minutes commute for the best care and education of my youngest.
Health. Two (seemingly and thankfully) stable jobs. Income. Food. Home. Medical insurance. Music lessons. Professional growth. Athletic outlets. New creative endeavors.
Safety. Freedom. Peace. Choice.
And thankfully with these and so much more, we start 2010.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
This is a great way to spend a morning...
Jud and I are each watching our favorite politico shows....This Week with George Stephanopolis and Meet The Press.
Our country has severe economic pains; unemployment is at an all-time high, cost of living continues to rise, and the financial systems seem to be falling down around our ears. However, we are still better off than most places and for this I am grateful. I am hopeful and feeling positive that as a nation the future will again be strong.
I am thankful for my family and the bills we have and can pay. I am thankful for our health and safety. I am thankful for Mother Earth and her beauty which we enjoy by simply walking out our front door. I am thankful for family and friends, the times we share, and the opportunities in which we have to share.
I am thankful for this morning with Jud, being able to sit on the couch, drink coffee, talk politics, and envision a future in which we will share.
This is a great way to spend a morning...
Our country has severe economic pains; unemployment is at an all-time high, cost of living continues to rise, and the financial systems seem to be falling down around our ears. However, we are still better off than most places and for this I am grateful. I am hopeful and feeling positive that as a nation the future will again be strong.
I am thankful for my family and the bills we have and can pay. I am thankful for our health and safety. I am thankful for Mother Earth and her beauty which we enjoy by simply walking out our front door. I am thankful for family and friends, the times we share, and the opportunities in which we have to share.
I am thankful for this morning with Jud, being able to sit on the couch, drink coffee, talk politics, and envision a future in which we will share.
This is a great way to spend a morning...
Monday, December 15, 2008
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas...NOT.
There is snow outside on my bushes, on my roses, on my driveway.
You may be wondering why this a concern. It is a concern because THERE SHOULD NOT BE SNOW IN ST. GEORGE, UTAH!!
I left New York, then Salt Lake for the great sunny expanse of Utah's Dixie. I definitely didn't come here for the culture, nor the great coffee spots. It was simply for the weather. 365 days of pure weather bliss.
But not today.
To match my physical state (I have strep and the flu) the sky has been overcast with warnings of flurries. It was my dear mother who called early this a.m. to share the great news of the pending 2-4". She shared her joyous news with a bit of an evil laugh.
The "spoken" flurries arrived around 10:30 a.m. and have not really left since then. Thankfully the 2-4" only seems to be maybe 1-2" at most.
And so while it feels like winter with the sound of the heater in the background, the flannel jammies on both boys, and the eerie light through the windows of the winter sky, thankfully the snow will be gone soon, sooner than in the location(s) of our more northern friends and family.
The snow no longer looks like Christmas to me....let's get back to our regularly scheduled program.
I guess that means we're down to 364 days now.
You may be wondering why this a concern. It is a concern because THERE SHOULD NOT BE SNOW IN ST. GEORGE, UTAH!!
I left New York, then Salt Lake for the great sunny expanse of Utah's Dixie. I definitely didn't come here for the culture, nor the great coffee spots. It was simply for the weather. 365 days of pure weather bliss.
But not today.
To match my physical state (I have strep and the flu) the sky has been overcast with warnings of flurries. It was my dear mother who called early this a.m. to share the great news of the pending 2-4". She shared her joyous news with a bit of an evil laugh.
The "spoken" flurries arrived around 10:30 a.m. and have not really left since then. Thankfully the 2-4" only seems to be maybe 1-2" at most.
And so while it feels like winter with the sound of the heater in the background, the flannel jammies on both boys, and the eerie light through the windows of the winter sky, thankfully the snow will be gone soon, sooner than in the location(s) of our more northern friends and family.
The snow no longer looks like Christmas to me....let's get back to our regularly scheduled program.
I guess that means we're down to 364 days now.
Friday, November 7, 2008
I'm tired.
It has been a tough week. Tough two weeks. Tough three.
It started two years ago with a campaign that seemed as if it would never end.
It ended with me crying in front of my English 11 class because my heart was truly broken.
In between there one of our best friend's, after being a dedicated, 19-year employee lost his job.
Barack won the election. The campaigning is officially over. However, the work now begins, and frankly, I am just tired.
I'm tired of listening to the comments my students make about the new President-Elect. I'm tired of trying to express how it is now our job as a nation to educate ourselves, to eliminate the hatred, to move past the fear, and to pull our country up by the boot straps to make things improve.
But I am, instead, forced to defend my position against uneducated, uninformed, and immature people, and I'm not even talking exclusively about my students.
I watch my closest friends struggle with their sudden and unexplained change in lifestyle. I listen as their family fights and yells about the change in our political landscape, and again, I become extremely tired.
I know that politics are hard...they are time consuming, they are heated, they are difficult to understand and comprehend, and they are more often than not, extremely dark and sketchy.
But they are what they are because we as a nation have spent far too long just turning away, ignoring, and, like the ostrich, burying our heads in the sand. The only thing that comes from acting the part of the ostrich is that by putting your head in the sand, you suffocate.
So, I'm tired. I want people to stop talking ridiculous shit. I want people to start paying attention, and I want our country to pull itself up by the bootstraps and "move on" (to quote a now President-elect's campaign mantra).
My Ethan and Max will be okay. We will make sure they learn and focus and have correct information. We will teach them the difference between anger and facts and we will teach them to make educated decisions. We will not, however, allow them to talk trash or repeat slanderous rhetoric, or make false, unsubstantiated comments.
But my students....what of them? I don't have the ability nor the energy to any longer listen to the trash they spew. How, with this level of exhaustion, the sheer sadness generated by their comments, the pure and unadulterated dread I feel over their complete lack of brains, do I continue focusing on the positive? I know I will, but wow I need a weekend.
Maybe on Monday I won't be so tired.
It started two years ago with a campaign that seemed as if it would never end.
It ended with me crying in front of my English 11 class because my heart was truly broken.
In between there one of our best friend's, after being a dedicated, 19-year employee lost his job.
Barack won the election. The campaigning is officially over. However, the work now begins, and frankly, I am just tired.
I'm tired of listening to the comments my students make about the new President-Elect. I'm tired of trying to express how it is now our job as a nation to educate ourselves, to eliminate the hatred, to move past the fear, and to pull our country up by the boot straps to make things improve.
But I am, instead, forced to defend my position against uneducated, uninformed, and immature people, and I'm not even talking exclusively about my students.
I watch my closest friends struggle with their sudden and unexplained change in lifestyle. I listen as their family fights and yells about the change in our political landscape, and again, I become extremely tired.
I know that politics are hard...they are time consuming, they are heated, they are difficult to understand and comprehend, and they are more often than not, extremely dark and sketchy.
But they are what they are because we as a nation have spent far too long just turning away, ignoring, and, like the ostrich, burying our heads in the sand. The only thing that comes from acting the part of the ostrich is that by putting your head in the sand, you suffocate.
So, I'm tired. I want people to stop talking ridiculous shit. I want people to start paying attention, and I want our country to pull itself up by the bootstraps and "move on" (to quote a now President-elect's campaign mantra).
My Ethan and Max will be okay. We will make sure they learn and focus and have correct information. We will teach them the difference between anger and facts and we will teach them to make educated decisions. We will not, however, allow them to talk trash or repeat slanderous rhetoric, or make false, unsubstantiated comments.
But my students....what of them? I don't have the ability nor the energy to any longer listen to the trash they spew. How, with this level of exhaustion, the sheer sadness generated by their comments, the pure and unadulterated dread I feel over their complete lack of brains, do I continue focusing on the positive? I know I will, but wow I need a weekend.
Maybe on Monday I won't be so tired.
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