Category Archives: This and That

And so it begins–again

I’m 42 years old. I’m ridiculously, pathetically, and embarrassingly out of shape.

Not surprisingly, I’m also overweight. Not ridiculously, pathetically or embarrassingly overweight, but definitely overweight.

I don’t enjoy exercise, I don’t enjoy sports. Never have, never will.

I’ve made attempts over the years to get in shape and to lose weight. Can’t say I’ve ever gotten in shape, but I have lost weight. Trouble is, every time I lost it, I got pregnant again. Other than the pregnancies, I think the main thing holding me back was lack of motivation. I need a buddy to encourage me to get to the gym, someone to cheer me on–and someone for me to cheer on–to victory. I’ve never really had that before.

Now, I do. This is it. This time is different. This time will work.

The ‘baby’ is 2 1/2 years old. Time for the baby weight to go away.

It’s time to take control of my body, my mind, and my mouth. Time to shape up!

I took the first steps today, literally. Two of my friends and I hit the gym at the local YMCA. We put the kids in the childcare center and off we went. I spent 35 minutes on the treadmill.

Didn’t love it. But didn’t hate it either.

And so it begins–again. And for the last time.

We’re going back tomorrow. We can do this. Together. We. Can. Do. This.

Mother Nature is against me

Well, so much for the Blog Dare! I haven’t written a post for three days! It’s not that I didn’t want to, it’s just that it was an imp0ssibly busy week and there was no time to get everything done.

In my defense, blog posts weren’t the only things that didn’t get done this week. I didn’t do laundry, clean house, cook, take my son for his allergy shots or even remember to have my 1st grader do her homework. I’m sure if you asked my husband, he would be able to add several items to the list of things I did not do this week.

A big part of my life is spent volunteering–Daisy Girl Scout Leader, PTO Treasurer, Robotics Coach, Mom 2 Mom Sale Organizer, Classroom Volunteer, etc. I find volunteering to be very rewarding. I enjoy giving of my time to help others. But this particular week, it seemed that all of the facets of my life collided and demanded my time. Add to that the usual stuff that happens when you’re a family of six and you can see how life could spin out of control once in awhile.

Again, I’m sure if you asked my husband, he’d be able to detail how the volunteering causes life to spin out of control more often than once in awhile. But he has his own blog and if wants to complain about me, he can do it there.

Speaking of spinning…it appears that it’s possible that the devastating Chilean earthquake last week may have actually altered the rotation of the earth and shortened our days–by 1.26 microseconds.

C’mon, Mother Nature, I needed that microsecond!

A hobo stole my toe

One of the most difficult tasks a parent has is finding someone capable of caring for your children on the occasions that dictate you must leave them at home when you go out.

I thought I had someone I could rely on. Someone who could care for them as well, if not better, than I. I’ve trusted this person with my children for more than 11 years. Eleven years. Without incident.

Recently, though, I’ve begun to wonder if this individual is really the type of caregiver I want for my children. While I don’t have a nanny cam, I do have some photographic and video footage to present to you as evidence.

Take a look and then tell me: Would you leave your children with this person?

Exhibit A

Exhibit A

Exhibit B

Exhibit B

Exhibit C

Exhibit C

Exhibit D

Exhibit D

Exhibit E

Exhibit E

Exhibit F (He's a french hobo?!)

Exhibit F (He's a french hobo?!)

And finally, Exhibit G.

Now, tell me, should I leave them with their Daddy anymore?

All in all, it was a good day

Today is nearly done. If I were to give it a grade, I’d go with B+.

On the up side:

  1. My work-at-home husband was gone most of the day so I had the house to myself (well my daughter and the dog were here, but you get the idea).
  2. I was super productive while he was gone. Many items were cleared from my to-do list and therefore my brain. Most of these things were simple, but time consuming things I’d been putting off for quite awhile.
  3. I enjoyed laughs, hugs and kisses from all of my kids.
  4. I also had time to chat with a few girlfriends today.
  5. All the kids went to bed on time and stayed there–the first time.
  6. Oh, yeah, and I remembered to feed all of the kids.

On the down side:

  1. My son had to have a barely loose baby tooth pulled so orthodontic work can proceed.
  2. Too much of my time was wasted on the drama being created by a couple parents at my kids’ school.
  3. None of that super productive stuff I got done was housework.

Yep, B+.

Ah, tomorrow will be better, though. I’m predicting an A-.  I’m getting my hair cut and colored (long overdue), selling Girl Scout Cookies at the local pizza joint with my daughter, but will likely have to deal with more drama from aforementioned parents.

More pluses than minuses. That’s a good day!

The Seinfeldian Post

Not tonight dear, I have a headache. And by “dear,” I mean Blog Dare.

You know the drill, one post a day for a year. It was a dare. I have to do it.

Not. in. the. mood.

I have a couple good ideas for posts, but they will require thought, gathering pictures and concentration to write.

Not. in. the. mood.

I’ve said those words to my husband once or twice in the last 17 years. He’s still around and I suppose the Blog Dare will be, too.

But I did see a video today that was adorable, funny, touching and inspiring. I hope dear hubby and I have that much fun when we’ve been married 62 years!

As for the Blog Dare, that will be over by then and since I assume the Jetson’s age will finally be here by then, I won’t even need a blog.  the-jetsons

My thoughts will just be projected up from my head for all to read.


So, have you figured out why this is a ‘Sienfeldian’ post? Because it’s about nothing! :)

Grand Funk

I’ve been off my game the last two weeks–or has it been three?…not sure why.

I’m in a funk.

I wouldn’t say it’s depression, it’s just a total lack of motivation to get anything done.

As a busy mother of four, being in a funk for an hour can put me behind the 8 ball. But being there for 2-3 weeks has created such a snowball effect that now getting out of the funk just seems overwhelming.

But, it’s Monday eve, and we all turn ourselves around on Monday mornings, right?

So, tomorrow morning, the funk will officially end. I’ll start digging my way out from under the laundry that’s been piling up and all the papers that need to be tossed.

There is little more motivating than success. So, by lunchtime, I should be well on my way to being de-funked.

Unless of course it’s a snow day…then all bets are off!

Thank you kindly!

As you may know, I took the Community of Mom’s Blog Dare–write a blog post every day for one year. I’m 35 days in.

I’m really enjoying this for many reasons. One of them is that I’m getting to know other bloggers through Community of Moms. I’m learning from and being entertained by them. I hope they’d say the same about me.

At least a couple have. I’ve been awarded the Bogart Award by two of my blogger friends over at Community of Moms: Kim, the Misplaced Midwesterner and Tiffany, The Keeper at Home. Tiffany is also the creator of Community of Moms. Both of their blogs are worth checking out in my opinion! (and not just because they were nice enough to bestow this award on me)

So what’s the Bogart Award?

“This award means you’re really going places, Baby. You’ll still be blogging about your great adventures 10 years from now, and I’ll still be reading them.”

Here are the rules for this award:
- link back to the blogger who sent me this award       check
- post where I would like to be in 10 years                 check (see below)
- pass it on to 10 awesome bloggers                          check (see below)

Ten years from now…I will be 52, I will have been married 27 years (more than half my life), my oldest son will be a senior in college, the next will be a freshman, my oldest daughter will be 16, learning to drive, starting to date and a junior in high school. My youngest daughter will be 12, full of hormones, wanting to date and in the junior high. Folks, I just hope to be alive, sane and sober by then!

Now for the 10 blogs I read that I think are Bogie worthy and you should check out (in alphabetical order):

2 Wired 2 Tired

Artist, Mother, Teacher

Classy Chaos

Does This Blog Make Us Look Fat?

Every Other Thursday

Hope for Peyton

Mike’s Points

Nick Coe

The Organized Mom

Today’s Cliche

Welcome to Pace Place

So, there you have it!That’s actually 11, but I couldn’t decide.

Thank you, kindly, Kim and Tiffany for the award!

You’d think we were going to the spa

If there was one thing I hated as a child, it was going to the dentist. His name was Dr. Kennedy. He was old (well, he probably wasn’t but he seemed like it to me). He had shaky hands (so maybe he was old).

It was scary. It was painful.

During my early adult years, I didn’t have dental insurance. A friend’s daughter was going to dental hygienist school and needed guinea pigs patients. That was kind of cool. I got the works! All the work was well supervised by actual dentists and when I found a regular dentist, all the records, x-rays, molds were transferred there. For me, it took away some of the fear that I had.

Fast forward twenty years. I’m taking my children to the dentist. Actually, we go to the same office my husband went to as a kid. His dentist has since retired, but Dr. Joe is there practicing ‘the art of painless dentistry,’ as the sign in his lobby states.

They love it!

Today, my daughter (6 years old) and I went. She got raspberry toothpaste (last time it was chocolate!) and a bubblegum flavored fluoride treatment. She’s so comfortable there, she just leans back and relaxes–as though she’s waiting for her massage rather than her teeth cleaning.

Last time we were there, she asked the hygienist so many questions that she sent her home with little mirrors, a mask, gloves, some extra toothbrushes, etc., so she could “play” dentist.

She's not pretending, she's practicing!

She's not pretending, she's practicing!

Later, when we played, she corrected me and told me she wasn’t playing, she was practicing because she was going to be a dentist someday. I can think of worse careers for her…

(and, please, no comments about my big mouth :) )

Thoughtless Thursday?

When one accepts a dare to write a blog post every day for a year, one is not thinking about the days that will come where one is too tired to think straight, much less write something interesting and witty.

That one is me.

Tonight, I’m beyond writer’s block. I’m just plum tuckered out!

But, I committed. And it’s Thursday. Not Thoughtless Thursday, but Thankful Thursday.

So, tonight, I am thankful for being a mostly stay-at-home mom who substitute teaches from time to time. I’m thankful that I was asked to work every day this week. I’m also thankful that I only said yes three of those days and that one of those days is not tomorrow!

I’m also thankful for my pajamas and my nice warm bed!

From “Hip” to “Hip-Replacement”

I’m only 42. And just barely, I might add. That’s not so old, right?

I had two experiences today that tell me different.

First, I was feeling left out from the current facebook profile picture craze of “change your profile picture to someone famous that people have said you look like.” No one has ever really told me I look like anyone famous. But I wanted to be part of the cool group and I remembered this site that lets you upload a photo and it finds celebrities who supposedly look like you.

I tried three different photos. Most of my results were men. Lovely. The celebrity who appeared on two of my three attempts? Larry King! Can someone please take me to the nearest cliff so I can jump off?

So, I laughed about that and moved on.

To the Grammys.

My husband and I are watching for the first time in several years. We keep asking “Who’s that?” I really kept thinking how ticked off I’d be if I were all dressed up for the Grammy’s and Pink was dripping on me! And he just asked, “Are they singing something?” during a Jamie Foxx performance with Slash. (Now, for the record, we do in fact know who Pink, Jamie Foxx and Slash are.)

Though, all is not lost on us.

We let our 11 and 9 year old sons stay up and we all really enjoyed the tribute to Michael Jackson and the Bon Jovi performance. (Seriously? Their first time to perform on the Grammys? )

I guess we’re somewhere on the road from “hip” to “hip-replacement.”