TWO THOUSAND ONE, NINE ELEVEN (2001-9-11)
Two thousand one, nine eleven
Three thousand plus arrive in heaven
As they pass through the gate,
Thousands more appear in wait
A bearded man with stovepipe hat
Steps forward saying, "Lets sit, lets chat"
They settle down in seats of clouds
A man named Martin shouts out proud
"I have a dream!"
and once he did
The Newcomer said,
"Your dream still lives."
Groups of soldiers in blue and gray
Others in khaki, and green then say
"We're from Bull Run , Yorktown , the Maine "
The Newcomer said, "You died not in vain."
From a man on sticks one could hear
"The only thing we have to fear."
The Newcomer said, "We know the rest,trust us sir, we've passed that test."
"Courage doesn't hide in caves
You can't bury freedom, in a grave,
"The Newcomers had heard this voice before
A distinct Yankees twang from Hyannisport shores
A silence fell within the mist
Somehow the Newcomer knew that this
Meant time had come for her to say
What was in the hearts of the five thousand plus that day
"Back on Earth, we wrote reports,
Watched our children play in sports
Worked our gardens, sang our songs
Went to church and clipped coupons
We smiled, we laughed, we cried, we fought
Unlike you, great we're not"
The tall man in the stovepipe hat
Stood and said, "Don't talk like that!
Look at your country, look and see
You died for freedom, just like me"
Then, before them all appeared a scene
Of rubbled streets and twisted beams
Death, destruction, smoke and dust
And people working just 'cause they must
Hauling ash, lifting stones,
Knee deep in hell, but not alone
"Look! Blackman, Whiteman, Brownman, Yellowman
Side by side helping their fellow man!"
So said Martin, as he watched the scene
"Even from nightmares, can be born a dream."
Down below three firemen raised
The colors high into ashen haze
The soldiers above had seen it before
On Iwo Jima back in '45
The man on sticks studied everything closely
Then shared his perceptions on what he saw mostly
"I see pain, I see tears,I see sorrow -- but I don't see fears."
"You left behind husbands and wives
Daughters and sons and so many lives
are suffering now because of this wrong
But look very closely. You're not really gone.
All of those people, even those who've never met you
All of their lives, they'll never forget you
Don't you see what has happened?
Don't you see what you've done?
You've brought them together, together as one.
With that the man in the stovepipe hat said
"Take my hand," and from there he led
three thousand plus heroes,
Newcomers to heaven
On this day, two thousand one, nine eleven .
-Author UNKNOWN (What a shame!)
Monday, September 11, 2006
Lauren's Virus
Update:
It kills me to not make it better. She can't tell me where it hurts. All I can do is hold her, rock her, and sing to her. She hasn't vomited today. Diarrhea has arrived. Her tummy still hurts. I can tell. She has not been herself. No happy-go-lucky, vivacious, giggly little girl. She is not cranky. She is just wanting to be held. When on the floor, she lies motionless. She might crawl from here-to-there. But it's mainly, just lying on her tummy, her little naughty-self gone. Right now she takes her nap. No fight like she always does. I just laid her down.....and she rolled over and closed her eyes.
Hopefully, by tonight, she'll be herself.............
It kills me to not make it better. She can't tell me where it hurts. All I can do is hold her, rock her, and sing to her. She hasn't vomited today. Diarrhea has arrived. Her tummy still hurts. I can tell. She has not been herself. No happy-go-lucky, vivacious, giggly little girl. She is not cranky. She is just wanting to be held. When on the floor, she lies motionless. She might crawl from here-to-there. But it's mainly, just lying on her tummy, her little naughty-self gone. Right now she takes her nap. No fight like she always does. I just laid her down.....and she rolled over and closed her eyes.
Hopefully, by tonight, she'll be herself.............
Sunday, September 10, 2006
Lauren's First Stomach Virus....a milestone
I heard Lauren when I was running this morning but I wanted to finish my 6 minutes that I had left. I thought she was up way tooo early anyway by her usual time frame. I finish the run and take my shower, she was quiet so I thought she fell back to sleep. She probably did. Well, at 7am, I hear her again and go in. The smell over took me! UGH! Not poo! It was the disgusting smell of a "virus". You know that smell, after your child vomits! UGH! I turn on the light and there was vomit everywhere. She was covered from head to toe! It was all over her crib, the stuffed animals....everything. My poor baby!!!!!!!!!! I rushed hurriedly to the bathroom and washed her hair and rinsed her off. My poor baby!!!!!!!!!!! Then I dried her, put her in clean clothes, and then breast fed her. She seemed okay then. I then put her on the living room floor and hurriedly pulled her sheets and stuffed animals out of the crib...sprayed it down with Lysol...and then turned the washer on HOT water and washed everything...including the stuffed animals. I'm sure some of those will be ruined. Then I made her some oatmeal and fed her that and a jar of bananas. Didn't make it half way....she projectiled all over ME!!!!! UGH! She didn't even give a warning. It just came up. She didn't even cry. I then took all my clothes off. Wiped her down and pulled her formerly clean clothes off. Threw, what I was feeding her, away. Some of the vomit got in the bowl. Ewwww! I feel like a chicken with her head cut off! Finally, got myself redressed. Thank God, I bought some Emetrol. Gave her a tsp of that and made her a bottle of Gatorade (since that is all I have at the moment....will have to get the baby stuff later).
Well, now it's a little after 3pm. She made it through lunch, took a 3 hour nap, then I breast fed her. Not even a minute after she finished did she upchuck her lunch from three hours prior and the breast milk that she just drank. Great. Now my bed is covered with 6 undigested fries (the boys gave her on our way home from Lowes~~Matthew had to build a birdhouse for Cub Scouts) from McD's, diluted Gatorade, Gerber oatmeal, and bananas. Wonderful. I think I have washed 3 loads of vomit covered clothing, towels, and bedding. For one small child, she sure does have a lot of puke.
Well, now it's a little after 3pm. She made it through lunch, took a 3 hour nap, then I breast fed her. Not even a minute after she finished did she upchuck her lunch from three hours prior and the breast milk that she just drank. Great. Now my bed is covered with 6 undigested fries (the boys gave her on our way home from Lowes~~Matthew had to build a birdhouse for Cub Scouts) from McD's, diluted Gatorade, Gerber oatmeal, and bananas. Wonderful. I think I have washed 3 loads of vomit covered clothing, towels, and bedding. For one small child, she sure does have a lot of puke.
Friday, September 08, 2006
Friday, September 01, 2006
What Time is it?
First of all before I forget....Lauren got another tooth. Six now. What is it? 18 more to go? How many teeth does a child have anyway?
Time? Really, what is it?
There is never enough of it.
It either goes to fast when you are having fun.
Or goes to slow, when the day is ripe with boredom.
Is gone before you know it.
It creeps on you.
When you need more of it, never get it.
When you don't need more of it, there is always more than you need.
It heals old wounds.
It stands still.
It can be restrained.
It can be capsuled.
It can be wound.
It can be reflected.
We can go back in it.
Time? It is now.
Time? Really, what is it?
There is never enough of it.
It either goes to fast when you are having fun.
Or goes to slow, when the day is ripe with boredom.
Is gone before you know it.
It creeps on you.
When you need more of it, never get it.
When you don't need more of it, there is always more than you need.
It heals old wounds.
It stands still.
It can be restrained.
It can be capsuled.
It can be wound.
It can be reflected.
We can go back in it.
Time? It is now.
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Tuesday....Shmooze-day!
Exercise:
10.03 miles=6-8mph, 0 incline, 83 minutes
Okay, I must amend somethings I wrote about the snake. First, I'm no tree-hugger. I just think why kill a perfectly good animal. If you ain't gonna eat it, why kill it? Plus, I just read that these "snakes" are almost extinct. Yeah, I said extinct. This particular species, the Eastern Diamondback Rattlesnake, are the largest known North American snake. They are harmless, if not bothered. Yes, they have enough venom to kill 6 people with one bite. Just don't bother it and it won't bother you. Yes, they grow up to 6 feet long....(and have been documented to grow larger! Eek!) I just don't believe in killing innocent animals. This particular snake just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. Poor thing.
Finally, sweet relief! We have rain. With no rain in close to 2 months and heat over 100 degrees, we've been dry, dry, dry. This rain isn't downpouring, just drizzly. Perfect. Won't flood the land and keeps us nice and cool. I like this. Perfect napping weather. Just want to grab a book and relax.
Last night, was a busy, busy, busy night. I wanted to go to Eric's school's open house but it wasn't in the cards. We had Boy Scouts and Cub Scouts!!! At the same time!! UGH! So we went to cub scouts first. It was round-up. I just really had to sign up Matthew and pay for his registration and dues. I left him so he could play the activities they had set up. His leader watched him for me. Then I drove to the next town and dropped Eric off. Then went back to cub scouts. After his thing was over with, headed back to the other town and waited on Eric. This back and forth thing is going to get tiresome after I've done it a couple of times! Anyway, we had to wait on Eric for only 30 minutes. That wasn't toooooooo rough. I did find out though that Eric has to wear his uniform twice to meetings and then he gets a "board of review". Once that happens.....he gets his new rank!!!! He'll finally be a Tenderfoot. I'm so excited for him. Then it's on to a Scout First Class. He's really looking forward to that.
Lauren is walking better. I'm guessing by next month....she'll be running. Yep!
10.03 miles=6-8mph, 0 incline, 83 minutes
Okay, I must amend somethings I wrote about the snake. First, I'm no tree-hugger. I just think why kill a perfectly good animal. If you ain't gonna eat it, why kill it? Plus, I just read that these "snakes" are almost extinct. Yeah, I said extinct. This particular species, the Eastern Diamondback Rattlesnake, are the largest known North American snake. They are harmless, if not bothered. Yes, they have enough venom to kill 6 people with one bite. Just don't bother it and it won't bother you. Yes, they grow up to 6 feet long....(and have been documented to grow larger! Eek!) I just don't believe in killing innocent animals. This particular snake just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. Poor thing.
Finally, sweet relief! We have rain. With no rain in close to 2 months and heat over 100 degrees, we've been dry, dry, dry. This rain isn't downpouring, just drizzly. Perfect. Won't flood the land and keeps us nice and cool. I like this. Perfect napping weather. Just want to grab a book and relax.
Last night, was a busy, busy, busy night. I wanted to go to Eric's school's open house but it wasn't in the cards. We had Boy Scouts and Cub Scouts!!! At the same time!! UGH! So we went to cub scouts first. It was round-up. I just really had to sign up Matthew and pay for his registration and dues. I left him so he could play the activities they had set up. His leader watched him for me. Then I drove to the next town and dropped Eric off. Then went back to cub scouts. After his thing was over with, headed back to the other town and waited on Eric. This back and forth thing is going to get tiresome after I've done it a couple of times! Anyway, we had to wait on Eric for only 30 minutes. That wasn't toooooooo rough. I did find out though that Eric has to wear his uniform twice to meetings and then he gets a "board of review". Once that happens.....he gets his new rank!!!! He'll finally be a Tenderfoot. I'm so excited for him. Then it's on to a Scout First Class. He's really looking forward to that.
Lauren is walking better. I'm guessing by next month....she'll be running. Yep!
Monday, August 28, 2006
Rattlesnake!!!!
Just so nobody thinks that the boys and I were in any danger...this thing was hundreds of miles away. This was near Bobby's apartment building. This is what Bobby wrote in the email he sent........
"I came back from buying the Van and this thing was in the middle of the
road. I thought it was dead until it struck the rental car. Eddy called
the police and they showed up pretty quickly. They said it was the
biggest they have seen yet here. They killed it and took the rattles
off. Anyway here are the pictures. I didn't want anybody to come outside
their apartment and get bit."
road. I thought it was dead until it struck the rental car. Eddy called
the police and they showed up pretty quickly. They said it was the
biggest they have seen yet here. They killed it and took the rattles
off. Anyway here are the pictures. I didn't want anybody to come outside
their apartment and get bit."
I was disheartened to learn that it was killed. Yeah, I know it was a poisonous snake but it was a beautiful snake.....that was lost. Why kill it when they could have taken it to a zoo or dropped it off somewhere out in the wilderness. God knows....that's all that is there near Ft. Rucker is a lot of land and trees. They could have let the snake live. Bobby sent the "after" pictures.......after they killed it. It was a gruesome scene......even Matthew asked why they couldn't have just "let it go" somewhere. Yeah, Matthew takes after me........
Let the animals be FREE!!
Friday, August 25, 2006
Update on the Miller Household.
Exercise:
7.06 miles=5-7mph, 0-3 incline, 64 minutes
We are really trying to stay out of the financial hole that keeps being dug up around us. Literally clawing, tooth and nail, to keep from sliding farther into the pit. Anyway, I don't want to dwell on that.
Bobby is trying to cash a check that Geico cut us. He doesn't have an account in Alabama so we can't cash a check as big as this one. He could open an account but is told he has to wait till the check clears before he can burrow into it. UGH! He needs a vehicle NOW! So far from our last phone conversation, he says that Geico is telling him that he can cash the check at "their" bank. Okay. If it becomes a problem I have remembered that I can transfer money from our account to another financial institution from our online account and it's FREE! But, I can only transfer so much a day and it would have to be 2 days of transfers for him to get his money. He can then mail the check to me and I can deposit it into OUR account to replace the money I transfer to him. Sunday is his last day with the car rental provided by Geico from the other guy who was at fault.
On a sort of good note, after confusion that Eric was to get his own rental French Horn, we don't. No...the school does provide the French Horns. Lucky us! If he had to stay with the woodwinds, we would of had to get those ourselves. Certain instruments are provided by the school and the French Horns are one of those. All we had to pay for was a mouthpiece and his book. Talk about stress. We were so worried about how we were going to crunch those into our already dwindling finances. Just once Bobby gets of Rucker and we find out if we are staying here or not, money should be the last of our worries. I would think anyway. So.....that is the end of my "whoa-is-me" moment.
Lauren is getting around! Now that she has discovered that two feet are better than two feet and two arms....she is moving. She is less frightened and taking more chances with more steps. It's a beautiful sight to see. She now has 5 teeth and one on the way. It's still trying to cut through. That is making her a bit miserable during the day. Lauren must be a very small child. Yesterday, at Eric's counseling appointment, many of the ladies in the waiting room couldn't believe that she was almost 11 months. They kept saying she had to be atleast 6-7 months old. Nope. Explains why Lauren can still fit in a few of her 6-9 month clothes. They are a bit short in the pant legs but she doesn't wear pants much anyway because it is so hot here. I might have to have to bulk her up. LOL! But she is pretty....as she is.
Eric is loving school! He has made a new friend. He loves his classes. He really likes his teachers. Oh, and they are having an open house Monday. I'm trying to figure out how I'm going to pull that off. Eric has Boy Scouts, Matthew has Cub Scout Round-up, and this. UGH! But if I have to, I might just let Eric miss Boy Scouts this one time.
Matthew, well...it's the same old, same old with him. He hates school. LOL! No...he hates school work. He likes to learn but not at the expense of having it ruin his Xbox/Playstation2/GameCube time at home. In other words.....to hell with homework! LOL! But in all, he is a good kid with an ornery streak. He wouldn't be my Matthew without it.
7.06 miles=5-7mph, 0-3 incline, 64 minutes
We are really trying to stay out of the financial hole that keeps being dug up around us. Literally clawing, tooth and nail, to keep from sliding farther into the pit. Anyway, I don't want to dwell on that.
Bobby is trying to cash a check that Geico cut us. He doesn't have an account in Alabama so we can't cash a check as big as this one. He could open an account but is told he has to wait till the check clears before he can burrow into it. UGH! He needs a vehicle NOW! So far from our last phone conversation, he says that Geico is telling him that he can cash the check at "their" bank. Okay. If it becomes a problem I have remembered that I can transfer money from our account to another financial institution from our online account and it's FREE! But, I can only transfer so much a day and it would have to be 2 days of transfers for him to get his money. He can then mail the check to me and I can deposit it into OUR account to replace the money I transfer to him. Sunday is his last day with the car rental provided by Geico from the other guy who was at fault.
On a sort of good note, after confusion that Eric was to get his own rental French Horn, we don't. No...the school does provide the French Horns. Lucky us! If he had to stay with the woodwinds, we would of had to get those ourselves. Certain instruments are provided by the school and the French Horns are one of those. All we had to pay for was a mouthpiece and his book. Talk about stress. We were so worried about how we were going to crunch those into our already dwindling finances. Just once Bobby gets of Rucker and we find out if we are staying here or not, money should be the last of our worries. I would think anyway. So.....that is the end of my "whoa-is-me" moment.
Lauren is getting around! Now that she has discovered that two feet are better than two feet and two arms....she is moving. She is less frightened and taking more chances with more steps. It's a beautiful sight to see. She now has 5 teeth and one on the way. It's still trying to cut through. That is making her a bit miserable during the day. Lauren must be a very small child. Yesterday, at Eric's counseling appointment, many of the ladies in the waiting room couldn't believe that she was almost 11 months. They kept saying she had to be atleast 6-7 months old. Nope. Explains why Lauren can still fit in a few of her 6-9 month clothes. They are a bit short in the pant legs but she doesn't wear pants much anyway because it is so hot here. I might have to have to bulk her up. LOL! But she is pretty....as she is.
Eric is loving school! He has made a new friend. He loves his classes. He really likes his teachers. Oh, and they are having an open house Monday. I'm trying to figure out how I'm going to pull that off. Eric has Boy Scouts, Matthew has Cub Scout Round-up, and this. UGH! But if I have to, I might just let Eric miss Boy Scouts this one time.
Matthew, well...it's the same old, same old with him. He hates school. LOL! No...he hates school work. He likes to learn but not at the expense of having it ruin his Xbox/Playstation2/GameCube time at home. In other words.....to hell with homework! LOL! But in all, he is a good kid with an ornery streak. He wouldn't be my Matthew without it.
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
The British are Coming and the Cockroaches are Leaving..........
Exercise:
10.06 miles=7-7.5mph, 0 incline, 84 minutes
I got an unexpected surprise yesterday. Eric has made a new friend at school. His name is Morgan. They are becoming good friends I hear. Anyway, I found out he is English. His mom was raised in Great Britain and his dad is Scottish. LOL! How do I know this? Morgan's mom called me! She just wanted to talk to Eric's mom since Eric has been coming to their house and just wanted to know his parents. Don't blame her. I'd want to know if my kid wasn't hanging around some psycho family myself. Well, we had a very good talk. Wish it wasn't cut so short...Lauren was not in a good mood. Anyway, Mary (Morgan's mom) invited Eric to eat dinner over their house Thursday evening. Cool! I'm just so happy that Eric found a friend! A real, honest to God friend. One day when he came home from Morgan's house he says to me.."Mom! Morgan has MORE Star Wars stuff than us!" I asked what he meant by that. He says, "His mom goes on Ebay and gets stuff and his dad collected them when he was young. You have to see his room! Can we get more Star Wars?" LOL! Um....No! But I was all excited that he found someone who had the same interests as him and this boy is relatively knew too. He's only lived here a year.
I'm so grossing out right now. (First off. I just wrote two huge paragraphs and Lauren comes over and hits a couple of buttons and wiped out what I just wrote. So I'm a little upset right now!) That waterbug that I found...isn't a waterbug. It was the American cockroach. They get to 2-3 inches long! Those small ones aren't the American ones....German probably. Anyway, the boys found one the other day. I'm freaking out. UGH! Well, last night I found "droppings" in the boys' cabinet under the sink. I thought they were mice poop. Nope. They were cockroach EGGS! I can't believe this crap. I'm sick to my stomach and now I have to hall boo-tay to the Walmart to get traps and bait to kill these gigantic suckers. We've never, ever, ever, ever, ever have had roaches. EVER! Not even when we lived on post and everyone had them and we didn't. We thought it was because we had cats and they were eating them before we found them. LOL! Not this time. I have half a mind to lock Chinook and Apache up in the boys' bathroom, leave the cabinets open, and let the cats have at 'em. UGH! I finally get rid of the ants, get roaches, and I swear if we get spiders....I'm movin'. I'm an arachnophobe. I'm cringing at the thought. But then, don't spiders eat roaches? I don't know. I don't care. After doing research on these American cockroaches, I've discovered they come out in hot, humid conditions. (Ummm....that is Texas all over.) They live near sewer drains. (Ummm....the boys' bathroom is the closest room to the rear of the house where the drain is.) Great.
'Nuff of that. Ugh! Well, I just got back walking the boys to school. I really like that. It's so nice in the morning...especially today because the sun was clouded over. (Eventually those will disappear and the sun's heat will rape and pillage this area.) But anyway, I got 2.5 miles of walking in. By the time I got back, I was sweating bullets yet once again. Let's just say I'm getting my steps in today!!!
10.06 miles=7-7.5mph, 0 incline, 84 minutes
I got an unexpected surprise yesterday. Eric has made a new friend at school. His name is Morgan. They are becoming good friends I hear. Anyway, I found out he is English. His mom was raised in Great Britain and his dad is Scottish. LOL! How do I know this? Morgan's mom called me! She just wanted to talk to Eric's mom since Eric has been coming to their house and just wanted to know his parents. Don't blame her. I'd want to know if my kid wasn't hanging around some psycho family myself. Well, we had a very good talk. Wish it wasn't cut so short...Lauren was not in a good mood. Anyway, Mary (Morgan's mom) invited Eric to eat dinner over their house Thursday evening. Cool! I'm just so happy that Eric found a friend! A real, honest to God friend. One day when he came home from Morgan's house he says to me.."Mom! Morgan has MORE Star Wars stuff than us!" I asked what he meant by that. He says, "His mom goes on Ebay and gets stuff and his dad collected them when he was young. You have to see his room! Can we get more Star Wars?" LOL! Um....No! But I was all excited that he found someone who had the same interests as him and this boy is relatively knew too. He's only lived here a year.
I'm so grossing out right now. (First off. I just wrote two huge paragraphs and Lauren comes over and hits a couple of buttons and wiped out what I just wrote. So I'm a little upset right now!) That waterbug that I found...isn't a waterbug. It was the American cockroach. They get to 2-3 inches long! Those small ones aren't the American ones....German probably. Anyway, the boys found one the other day. I'm freaking out. UGH! Well, last night I found "droppings" in the boys' cabinet under the sink. I thought they were mice poop. Nope. They were cockroach EGGS! I can't believe this crap. I'm sick to my stomach and now I have to hall boo-tay to the Walmart to get traps and bait to kill these gigantic suckers. We've never, ever, ever, ever, ever have had roaches. EVER! Not even when we lived on post and everyone had them and we didn't. We thought it was because we had cats and they were eating them before we found them. LOL! Not this time. I have half a mind to lock Chinook and Apache up in the boys' bathroom, leave the cabinets open, and let the cats have at 'em. UGH! I finally get rid of the ants, get roaches, and I swear if we get spiders....I'm movin'. I'm an arachnophobe. I'm cringing at the thought. But then, don't spiders eat roaches? I don't know. I don't care. After doing research on these American cockroaches, I've discovered they come out in hot, humid conditions. (Ummm....that is Texas all over.) They live near sewer drains. (Ummm....the boys' bathroom is the closest room to the rear of the house where the drain is.) Great.
'Nuff of that. Ugh! Well, I just got back walking the boys to school. I really like that. It's so nice in the morning...especially today because the sun was clouded over. (Eventually those will disappear and the sun's heat will rape and pillage this area.) But anyway, I got 2.5 miles of walking in. By the time I got back, I was sweating bullets yet once again. Let's just say I'm getting my steps in today!!!
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
In Three Days Time................
Exericse:
8-20=7.03 miles,0-3 incline, 6-7 mph, 66 minutes
8-21=7.05 miles, 0-5 incline, 5-7.5mph, 65 minutes
Has it actually been three days? Okay, okay. I'll catch up!
Let's see. Nothing happened yesterday. Now the day before, my oldest (Eric) decided to stay up all night and play on the computer. His punishment....in the corner ALL DAY LONG unless he was doing some chore I could think up. Life sucked that day for him. Oh, I did let him have a little time off from the corner and he had to sit in the hall and...........read. EGADS! LOL!
I'm all depressed because my fitness forum is down. Can't get on. I guess the server is down. Everytime I click on the link, it says it's trying to connect to server and nothing happens. UGH! So I'm in some serious withdrawal because of this. I'm trying to keep all records of my miles and steps. I hope I don't have a pedometer malfunction. LOL!
Oh, and Lauren is walking. Oh yes...she IS walking. Only 4-5 steps at a time. And now we can add climbing to this "ton of joy". I'd wish I had my camera. Lauren was climbing the gate we have up that seperates the living room from the kitchen. It's a wooden gate. A cheapo but does it's job. Well, she is on the "arms" that click in place and bouncing on them. I don't think the gate will make it much longer. Between her and the fat cat.....I'm going to be gateless soon.
Matthew, my beloved middle child, had already gotten in trouble at school. He's such a dork. It's only been a week and had been scolded by the teacher for his "organizational" skills. He has a project due tomorrow. Thankfully, I read his assignment folder that mentioned the said project. I'd ask Matthew about it and the response was always "I don't know." Well, I sent a note to the teacher. It comes to my attention that he was given a pamphlet to take home to give to me. Where was it? In his desk, all squished in the back. Actually, a whole bunch of paperwork was shoved back there. So he was given a stern talking too about putting his paperwork in his "take home" folder. Well, his project is done. Something quite simple but in the end was a traumatizing experience. LOL!
This morning, speaking of trauma, I was rudely awakened in the shower. Not by cold water. Not by hot water. I was blissfully washing my sweaty hair (from 7 mile run this morning) and as I was rinsing, I was "konked" on the head. Yeah, konked on the head. What hit me? Well, the stupid showerhead was cracked (where it screws on) and it flew off by the shear force of the water. So I had to go to the trusty old WallyWorld and get a new friggin' showerhead. UGH! But as I think about this, it's kind of funny. But it wasn't funny at the time.....got a boo-boo on the top of my head. Great a bump on the head to go along with the cut on my thumb. LOL! Where was Candid Camera? It would have been a good laugh...............
8-20=7.03 miles,0-3 incline, 6-7 mph, 66 minutes
8-21=7.05 miles, 0-5 incline, 5-7.5mph, 65 minutes
Has it actually been three days? Okay, okay. I'll catch up!
Let's see. Nothing happened yesterday. Now the day before, my oldest (Eric) decided to stay up all night and play on the computer. His punishment....in the corner ALL DAY LONG unless he was doing some chore I could think up. Life sucked that day for him. Oh, I did let him have a little time off from the corner and he had to sit in the hall and...........read. EGADS! LOL!
I'm all depressed because my fitness forum is down. Can't get on. I guess the server is down. Everytime I click on the link, it says it's trying to connect to server and nothing happens. UGH! So I'm in some serious withdrawal because of this. I'm trying to keep all records of my miles and steps. I hope I don't have a pedometer malfunction. LOL!
Oh, and Lauren is walking. Oh yes...she IS walking. Only 4-5 steps at a time. And now we can add climbing to this "ton of joy". I'd wish I had my camera. Lauren was climbing the gate we have up that seperates the living room from the kitchen. It's a wooden gate. A cheapo but does it's job. Well, she is on the "arms" that click in place and bouncing on them. I don't think the gate will make it much longer. Between her and the fat cat.....I'm going to be gateless soon.
Matthew, my beloved middle child, had already gotten in trouble at school. He's such a dork. It's only been a week and had been scolded by the teacher for his "organizational" skills. He has a project due tomorrow. Thankfully, I read his assignment folder that mentioned the said project. I'd ask Matthew about it and the response was always "I don't know." Well, I sent a note to the teacher. It comes to my attention that he was given a pamphlet to take home to give to me. Where was it? In his desk, all squished in the back. Actually, a whole bunch of paperwork was shoved back there. So he was given a stern talking too about putting his paperwork in his "take home" folder. Well, his project is done. Something quite simple but in the end was a traumatizing experience. LOL!
This morning, speaking of trauma, I was rudely awakened in the shower. Not by cold water. Not by hot water. I was blissfully washing my sweaty hair (from 7 mile run this morning) and as I was rinsing, I was "konked" on the head. Yeah, konked on the head. What hit me? Well, the stupid showerhead was cracked (where it screws on) and it flew off by the shear force of the water. So I had to go to the trusty old WallyWorld and get a new friggin' showerhead. UGH! But as I think about this, it's kind of funny. But it wasn't funny at the time.....got a boo-boo on the top of my head. Great a bump on the head to go along with the cut on my thumb. LOL! Where was Candid Camera? It would have been a good laugh...............
Friday, August 18, 2006
All Thumbs!
Exercise:
7.02 miles=6-7mph, 0-3 incline, 66 minutes
I have spent most of last night in the ER. Okay, not most of last night....we lucked out and spent only 2 hours there....SHOCKING!! Could have been there longer but I really did have an emergency last night...not a sick child this time. LOL! Why were we there? Ya really want to know? Well, last evening while making the boys quesadillas, I sliced open my right thumb. LOL! I was using my Pampered Chef mandolin. I switched the blades to the slicer (perfect name) from the shredder because I thought it would be easier to lay the sliced cheese on the cooking tortillas than sprinkle shredded cheese. LOL! So as I was going "up and down" on the mandolin....let's just say my right thumb got in the way. It was so bad, I couldn't stop the bleeding. (And I remember the Pampered Chef lady saying the blade was extra sharp....she wasn't lying!!) I got so worried because I couldn't get my blood to clot. UGH! Soooooo....I packed up the kids and we went to the ER on post. I get there and it was busy. Of course! The clinics were closed, parents just getting off of work, and after-school kids were sick with something. I was the only "true" emergency. LOL! I guess I was grossing out the others because I was seen pretty quick after the nurses evaluated me. Before I was evaluated, we sat there for a whole hour! Imagine me sitting there, my hand wrapped up in a towel covered in blood and I have it propped up above my heart. LOL! I have no clue how I drove there. LOL! Anyway, after I was seen, of course my finger stops bleeding and it doesn't look as bad as it did. How embarrassing! It was deep but the doctor said I had wrapped it up so well that the wound would heal nicely and I wouldn't need stitches. (Yesh, I wrapped it up so freaking tight that while we were there, it throbbed worse than the cut itself!) Anyway, they washed it and it was wrapped more "professionaly". Then I was informed that I would have to have a Tetanus shot. Oh joy. Throbbing pain in thumb or throbbing left arm with searing pain running through my muscle. which is worse?? Never realized how much I used my thumb until it's been sliced like a tomato! LOL!
Now I sit here with a pink thumb. They gave me pink and purple gauze tape. How pretty!!! LOL! Anyway, after I took my shower this morning (and let's just say that was a nightmare. My thumb kept getting in the way or I'd put pressure on it accidently), I had to put new dressing on it. Of course, it was wet from said shower. I took the "old" stuff off and the dang thumb was bleeding again. Not gushing but it was "drooling". UGH! I was just sure there would be a clot. I wonder if the shower water loosended the clot? Probably. So I hurriedly put a new bandage on it. Now that was a trial! I'm right handed...and it's my right thumb that was sliced. So I had to do everything left handed. Errrrrgh! It took me a good 10 minutes to figure out how to wrap the pink gauze tape around it. LOL! It's not as pretty as the nurses initial job, but it'll do.
7.02 miles=6-7mph, 0-3 incline, 66 minutes
I have spent most of last night in the ER. Okay, not most of last night....we lucked out and spent only 2 hours there....SHOCKING!! Could have been there longer but I really did have an emergency last night...not a sick child this time. LOL! Why were we there? Ya really want to know? Well, last evening while making the boys quesadillas, I sliced open my right thumb. LOL! I was using my Pampered Chef mandolin. I switched the blades to the slicer (perfect name) from the shredder because I thought it would be easier to lay the sliced cheese on the cooking tortillas than sprinkle shredded cheese. LOL! So as I was going "up and down" on the mandolin....let's just say my right thumb got in the way. It was so bad, I couldn't stop the bleeding. (And I remember the Pampered Chef lady saying the blade was extra sharp....she wasn't lying!!) I got so worried because I couldn't get my blood to clot. UGH! Soooooo....I packed up the kids and we went to the ER on post. I get there and it was busy. Of course! The clinics were closed, parents just getting off of work, and after-school kids were sick with something. I was the only "true" emergency. LOL! I guess I was grossing out the others because I was seen pretty quick after the nurses evaluated me. Before I was evaluated, we sat there for a whole hour! Imagine me sitting there, my hand wrapped up in a towel covered in blood and I have it propped up above my heart. LOL! I have no clue how I drove there. LOL! Anyway, after I was seen, of course my finger stops bleeding and it doesn't look as bad as it did. How embarrassing! It was deep but the doctor said I had wrapped it up so well that the wound would heal nicely and I wouldn't need stitches. (Yesh, I wrapped it up so freaking tight that while we were there, it throbbed worse than the cut itself!) Anyway, they washed it and it was wrapped more "professionaly". Then I was informed that I would have to have a Tetanus shot. Oh joy. Throbbing pain in thumb or throbbing left arm with searing pain running through my muscle. which is worse?? Never realized how much I used my thumb until it's been sliced like a tomato! LOL!
Now I sit here with a pink thumb. They gave me pink and purple gauze tape. How pretty!!! LOL! Anyway, after I took my shower this morning (and let's just say that was a nightmare. My thumb kept getting in the way or I'd put pressure on it accidently), I had to put new dressing on it. Of course, it was wet from said shower. I took the "old" stuff off and the dang thumb was bleeding again. Not gushing but it was "drooling". UGH! I was just sure there would be a clot. I wonder if the shower water loosended the clot? Probably. So I hurriedly put a new bandage on it. Now that was a trial! I'm right handed...and it's my right thumb that was sliced. So I had to do everything left handed. Errrrrgh! It took me a good 10 minutes to figure out how to wrap the pink gauze tape around it. LOL! It's not as pretty as the nurses initial job, but it'll do.
Life is like a box of leeches.......
Exercise:
10.05 miles=7-8mph, 0 incline, 83 minutes
My life's blood seems to be seriously sucked right out me. I'm drained mentally and physically.
For the longest time, Bobby and I used to comment on how everyone around us was always "bitching" about being broke or something bad happened to them or even having a bad experience somewhere. We thought we had this shield of luck rapped around us. Oh, we've had bad times but it all worked itself out. And those bad times never sucker punched us back to back to back to back to back.......and so on. Now.....our luck seems to being running out or that "shield" has cracked. So much has happened these past few months. We'd have one good moment and then 3 bad moments might follow. It just seems those bad moments are getting more drastic in the bad category. I mean "how bad is bad?" Well, come to my life and find out. Oh, we aren't being kicked out of our house. The kids aren't sick. I put the blame on the good "ole" U.S. of A. Just one low kick right after the other. How many times can I take it? I don't know. Anyone have a sports cup I can wear? I don't think my "balls" can take it anymore.
Soooooo...........I'm tired of worrying. I'm tired of thinking. I'm tired of running. I'm just plain tired.
In Medieval Times, leeches were used to "suck" out the bad blood and infection. I don't think they work anymore. I need a blood transfusion......or would that be a life transfusion!
10.05 miles=7-8mph, 0 incline, 83 minutes
My life's blood seems to be seriously sucked right out me. I'm drained mentally and physically.
For the longest time, Bobby and I used to comment on how everyone around us was always "bitching" about being broke or something bad happened to them or even having a bad experience somewhere. We thought we had this shield of luck rapped around us. Oh, we've had bad times but it all worked itself out. And those bad times never sucker punched us back to back to back to back to back.......and so on. Now.....our luck seems to being running out or that "shield" has cracked. So much has happened these past few months. We'd have one good moment and then 3 bad moments might follow. It just seems those bad moments are getting more drastic in the bad category. I mean "how bad is bad?" Well, come to my life and find out. Oh, we aren't being kicked out of our house. The kids aren't sick. I put the blame on the good "ole" U.S. of A. Just one low kick right after the other. How many times can I take it? I don't know. Anyone have a sports cup I can wear? I don't think my "balls" can take it anymore.
Soooooo...........I'm tired of worrying. I'm tired of thinking. I'm tired of running. I'm just plain tired.
In Medieval Times, leeches were used to "suck" out the bad blood and infection. I don't think they work anymore. I need a blood transfusion......or would that be a life transfusion!
Thursday, August 17, 2006
Laurenstein
It's official: Lauren is trying to walk.....without help!
Last night, around 8pm, she pulls herself up. She sees Apache (the big, orange, lovable oaf/cat). "I must get him." She thinks to herself. She steps forward, then the next foot, and then again the next foot. Then "plops" down on her butt. THREE whole steps! Of course, she looks a little like Frankenstein minus the moaning. LOL! Arms out and dragging of feet. I did all I could not to get overly excited. If she had seen me, it would probably have never happened. And, of course, as soon as she does it, I'm on the phone to Bobby to tell him.
Now that she has done it....I'm hoping to see more. But I know I shouldn't expect it because that is when it happens. Unexpectedly.
Right now, she is crawling about. And decidedly, she has stopped to help Mom "sort" clothes.
Last night, around 8pm, she pulls herself up. She sees Apache (the big, orange, lovable oaf/cat). "I must get him." She thinks to herself. She steps forward, then the next foot, and then again the next foot. Then "plops" down on her butt. THREE whole steps! Of course, she looks a little like Frankenstein minus the moaning. LOL! Arms out and dragging of feet. I did all I could not to get overly excited. If she had seen me, it would probably have never happened. And, of course, as soon as she does it, I'm on the phone to Bobby to tell him.
Now that she has done it....I'm hoping to see more. But I know I shouldn't expect it because that is when it happens. Unexpectedly.
Right now, she is crawling about. And decidedly, she has stopped to help Mom "sort" clothes.
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Matthew's First Day
Already depressed from Eric's experience, I trudgingly drive Matthew to school.
We get there and there is no place to park. So I pull up along the street and park. Matthew has a look already of "Why am I here?" He hates school. No! He doesn't hate school....he hates to do work at school. LOL!
He grabs all of his "stuff" and I grab Lauren and the camera. Decided not to take the stroller. Didn't plan on staying long.
We walk amongst the throng of people. All excited parents. Some talking to teachers. Some talking to other parents they knew. Some talking to their crying children who definitely wished they weren't there. We walk among them. The hustle and bustle. Weaving through. We get to his room. It's closed. The room is dark. The teacher is on "duty". Don't really know what that "duty" was but I figure helping the bussed children or directing the lost souls to their classrooms. While we wait, I take Matt's picture in front of the classroom door. Other kids show up...some with parents, some without. It was getting kind of crowded. Then finally Mrs. Munoz shows up. She lets us in. The kids find their desks. Matthew goes directly to his, sits down, puts his "stuff" beside it. He looks so cute. I quickly take a snapshot. Of course, that look appears...."not another one!" I give him a hug and a kiss. I wish him a good day and walk out the door. Lauren and I walk through the throngs of people again. We get lost in the crowd. And disappear.
We get there and there is no place to park. So I pull up along the street and park. Matthew has a look already of "Why am I here?" He hates school. No! He doesn't hate school....he hates to do work at school. LOL!
He grabs all of his "stuff" and I grab Lauren and the camera. Decided not to take the stroller. Didn't plan on staying long.
We walk amongst the throng of people. All excited parents. Some talking to teachers. Some talking to other parents they knew. Some talking to their crying children who definitely wished they weren't there. We walk among them. The hustle and bustle. Weaving through. We get to his room. It's closed. The room is dark. The teacher is on "duty". Don't really know what that "duty" was but I figure helping the bussed children or directing the lost souls to their classrooms. While we wait, I take Matt's picture in front of the classroom door. Other kids show up...some with parents, some without. It was getting kind of crowded. Then finally Mrs. Munoz shows up. She lets us in. The kids find their desks. Matthew goes directly to his, sits down, puts his "stuff" beside it. He looks so cute. I quickly take a snapshot. Of course, that look appears...."not another one!" I give him a hug and a kiss. I wish him a good day and walk out the door. Lauren and I walk through the throngs of people again. We get lost in the crowd. And disappear.
Eric's First Day
Exercise:
6.5 miles=61 minutes, 0-3 incline, 6-7mph
We dropped him off first.
We ride up. I grab the camera. We get out of the truck. Lots of kids milling about the doors...waiting to get in. I take Eric's picture in front of the school's announcements board. I get the "look". That "come on Mom!" look. I guess I was embarrassing him. I couldn't help it. I had to get a pic of my baby's first day of 6th grade. (I still can't post pics until I get that dang cord!) Then the bell rang and they were letting kids in. You see the excitement in his eyes. No more little kid stuff for him. No way! So I hug and kiss him and he was on his way.
As he walks forward, I ask him...."Do you have everything? Your lunch box?"
He replies, "Yes, Mom." As he rolls his eyes towards Heaven.
"Okay," I said. He keeps walking towards the door. I turn and head back to the truck with Matthew and Lauren waiting for me. Then I remember! I look for Eric. He hasn't went in yet. Great!
"Eric!!!!" I yell. He sees me waiving my arms frantically over my head. He again looks up towards Heaven.
"What!!!????" He yells back.
"Come here!" I yell back to him. He walks back to me with a look of disgust.
"What?" He asks.
"Do you know where to go? Which class you need to go to first to get your schedule?" I ask. "Yes." He replies. "The same place we went to on Thursday......on Meet the Teacher night. Room 208."
"Yes. That's it. I wasn't sure if you remembered." I reply.
"Mom, you are going to make me late." He states.
"I'm NOT going to make you late." I state back to him.
" Is there anything else before I walk away?" He says.
"No." I reply weakly.
"Good. Now GO A-W-A-Y!"
I feel so old. I already miss him.
6.5 miles=61 minutes, 0-3 incline, 6-7mph
We dropped him off first.
We ride up. I grab the camera. We get out of the truck. Lots of kids milling about the doors...waiting to get in. I take Eric's picture in front of the school's announcements board. I get the "look". That "come on Mom!" look. I guess I was embarrassing him. I couldn't help it. I had to get a pic of my baby's first day of 6th grade. (I still can't post pics until I get that dang cord!) Then the bell rang and they were letting kids in. You see the excitement in his eyes. No more little kid stuff for him. No way! So I hug and kiss him and he was on his way.
As he walks forward, I ask him...."Do you have everything? Your lunch box?"
He replies, "Yes, Mom." As he rolls his eyes towards Heaven.
"Okay," I said. He keeps walking towards the door. I turn and head back to the truck with Matthew and Lauren waiting for me. Then I remember! I look for Eric. He hasn't went in yet. Great!
"Eric!!!!" I yell. He sees me waiving my arms frantically over my head. He again looks up towards Heaven.
"What!!!????" He yells back.
"Come here!" I yell back to him. He walks back to me with a look of disgust.
"What?" He asks.
"Do you know where to go? Which class you need to go to first to get your schedule?" I ask. "Yes." He replies. "The same place we went to on Thursday......on Meet the Teacher night. Room 208."
"Yes. That's it. I wasn't sure if you remembered." I reply.
"Mom, you are going to make me late." He states.
"I'm NOT going to make you late." I state back to him.
" Is there anything else before I walk away?" He says.
"No." I reply weakly.
"Good. Now GO A-W-A-Y!"
I feel so old. I already miss him.
Monday, August 14, 2006
Me? Murder? Never!
I've been informed by my significant other that I talk about killing my children way toooo much! LOL! Yeah, I guess I do. Not that I WANT to literally kill my kids. I love them dearly...more than I can describe.
It's called SARCASM!
I would no way, in anyway, shape or form....harm my kids. Dang it, I carried them for 9 months (Eric a little longer...LOL!), pushed them out. Do you really think I would want to end their lives. I DON'T THINK SO! I worked to hard to have them. God and his infinite power is the only form/being/spirit that can take them from me.
It's called SARCASM!
I would no way, in anyway, shape or form....harm my kids. Dang it, I carried them for 9 months (Eric a little longer...LOL!), pushed them out. Do you really think I would want to end their lives. I DON'T THINK SO! I worked to hard to have them. God and his infinite power is the only form/being/spirit that can take them from me.
Sunday, August 13, 2006
The End of Summer Vacation
Exercise:
10.03 miles~0-1 incline, 82 minutes, 6-8mph
I haven't really been posting here in a while, have I? Been posting in my fitness forum more often than not now. I know I have family who reads this so I need to keep up here. I'm trying.
I have new photos of Lauren but I can't post them. We've lost the cord that hooks the computer up to the digi camera. UGH! We have nooooo clue where it went. I know I had it when we went to Six Flags. Or I think we did. We didn't lose it at Six Flags because we forgot to take the darn camera out of the truck. UGH! So where did that cord go to. I might have to go to Circuit City or Best Buy and find a new one if I can't turn this house over looking for it.
TODAY is the last day of summer vacation!!! Woo-hoo! The boys are "outta he-ya!" Oh yeah! Momma is gettin' a vacation! LOL! Okay, JK! Tomorrow, I'll be lonesome and countin' the minutes until school lets out! LOL! I know! Since it is their last day, I think I might take them to Chuck E. Cheese, their very last day of SUMMER FUN. I will admit though that I do dread all the paperwork I will have to fill out when they get home tomorrow. You know....the emergency cards, profile, and medical information. Oh joy! Which means, I have "homework". UGH!
LOL! My husband has become a myspace.com "whore". He is on constantly. AND....he has probably found all of his "sk8ter" friends and girl "groupies". Yeah, they had groupies! When he asked if he could add 2 girls to his friends list, I didn't care. I'm glad he asked and explained why. "That" was like a long time ago. He is tooooo funny! I think he found his "fountain of youth". LOL! I'm glad he has found his old "buds". This makes for a more "happier" husband.
These past few days I've taken advantage of the 39 cent McDonald's ice cream cones. Yummo! I'll admit, we'll probably have another today. LOL! Bad Sheree!
10.03 miles~0-1 incline, 82 minutes, 6-8mph
I haven't really been posting here in a while, have I? Been posting in my fitness forum more often than not now. I know I have family who reads this so I need to keep up here. I'm trying.
I have new photos of Lauren but I can't post them. We've lost the cord that hooks the computer up to the digi camera. UGH! We have nooooo clue where it went. I know I had it when we went to Six Flags. Or I think we did. We didn't lose it at Six Flags because we forgot to take the darn camera out of the truck. UGH! So where did that cord go to. I might have to go to Circuit City or Best Buy and find a new one if I can't turn this house over looking for it.
TODAY is the last day of summer vacation!!! Woo-hoo! The boys are "outta he-ya!" Oh yeah! Momma is gettin' a vacation! LOL! Okay, JK! Tomorrow, I'll be lonesome and countin' the minutes until school lets out! LOL! I know! Since it is their last day, I think I might take them to Chuck E. Cheese, their very last day of SUMMER FUN. I will admit though that I do dread all the paperwork I will have to fill out when they get home tomorrow. You know....the emergency cards, profile, and medical information. Oh joy! Which means, I have "homework". UGH!
LOL! My husband has become a myspace.com "whore". He is on constantly. AND....he has probably found all of his "sk8ter" friends and girl "groupies". Yeah, they had groupies! When he asked if he could add 2 girls to his friends list, I didn't care. I'm glad he asked and explained why. "That" was like a long time ago. He is tooooo funny! I think he found his "fountain of youth". LOL! I'm glad he has found his old "buds". This makes for a more "happier" husband.
These past few days I've taken advantage of the 39 cent McDonald's ice cream cones. Yummo! I'll admit, we'll probably have another today. LOL! Bad Sheree!
Saturday, August 12, 2006
Calgon Take Me Away......PLEASE!
Exercise:
7.1 mies:0-3 incline, 64 minutes, 6-7 mph
Okay, other than cutting my daughter's arms, hands and fingers off, or hooking electrocution wire around DVD/book cases, or "booby-trapping" the diaper bag/purse....how the heck does one keep a 10 month-going on-11 months child from pulling everything down or off of things???
I'm tired. Bone-dog tired of constantly putting everything back to what it once was. Why don't I just wait till the end of the day until she goes to bed to clean it up? Because when she pulls it all out or off, it's spilled through out the house and there are no places to walk without stepping on something. UGH! As I type this, she has found the diaper bag, yet once again, and has pulled everything out of the pockets. She is now sucking on my coin purse bag. The check book and daily calender are open with torn edges and dog-eared cornered. UGH! Can I at least have a semi-nice place to live. The boys have over-taken the spare bathroom and hallway and their room literally spills out into the hall. Oh no! She is back to the check book....yikes!
7.1 mies:0-3 incline, 64 minutes, 6-7 mph
Okay, other than cutting my daughter's arms, hands and fingers off, or hooking electrocution wire around DVD/book cases, or "booby-trapping" the diaper bag/purse....how the heck does one keep a 10 month-going on-11 months child from pulling everything down or off of things???
I'm tired. Bone-dog tired of constantly putting everything back to what it once was. Why don't I just wait till the end of the day until she goes to bed to clean it up? Because when she pulls it all out or off, it's spilled through out the house and there are no places to walk without stepping on something. UGH! As I type this, she has found the diaper bag, yet once again, and has pulled everything out of the pockets. She is now sucking on my coin purse bag. The check book and daily calender are open with torn edges and dog-eared cornered. UGH! Can I at least have a semi-nice place to live. The boys have over-taken the spare bathroom and hallway and their room literally spills out into the hall. Oh no! She is back to the check book....yikes!
Friday, August 11, 2006
Give Me A Break!
Exercise:
6.63 miles=0-3 incline, 5-7mph, 64 minutes
If I have to hear or read about another person griping and complaing because they have to toss their water, make-up, lotion, gel...or whatever away....I will SCREAM! We have a HIGH level terror threat going on and this "itty-bitty" inconvenience should be tolerated. Sorry...but it has to be done.
When our guys are over "there" getting shot at, eating sub-standard food, dehydrated from heat, have no comforts of home and YOU (yeah, YOU!) complain about your $1 bottle of water, $20 worth of make-up, etc.....has to be dumped before you board a plane that could get blown out of the sky?
GET OVER IT!!!
6.63 miles=0-3 incline, 5-7mph, 64 minutes
If I have to hear or read about another person griping and complaing because they have to toss their water, make-up, lotion, gel...or whatever away....I will SCREAM! We have a HIGH level terror threat going on and this "itty-bitty" inconvenience should be tolerated. Sorry...but it has to be done.
When our guys are over "there" getting shot at, eating sub-standard food, dehydrated from heat, have no comforts of home and YOU (yeah, YOU!) complain about your $1 bottle of water, $20 worth of make-up, etc.....has to be dumped before you board a plane that could get blown out of the sky?
GET OVER IT!!!
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Bugs, Bugs, and More Bugs!
Exercise:
6.56 miles=0-3 incline,6-6.5 mph, 63minutes
I'm starting to freak out! Yes, more ants! And not just that this morning. Oh, NO! After my run, I go to the bathroom and I find a trail of ants feeding of yesterday's sweaty clothes. UGH! So I run and get the mop. I spray bleach everywhere and mop those "boogers" up. I ruined one of Lauren's shirts from my over exuberence of bleach. That just pissed me off more! So, I round up clothes and throw the infested ones in the wash. I go to the boys laundry basket and separate their clothes and guess what I find? NO! Not more ants. No, I find a big, gigantic, humongous water bug. I'd say the length of your middle finger! Eeeeeek! I start freaking out. I HATE BUGS! The creepier, the more I freak out. And this ugly thing was creepy! So I run and grab the little hand broom and sweep this thing up and into the toilet. Buh-bye! As he swirls his way into the sewage system. Can it get worse? Did I have to ask? Of course it can. I'm still working on my bathroom trying to figure out how the damn ants are getting in there. I've caulked every nook and cranny in the place. They are finding their way in there. And to top off my day, I get bit twice while sitting here typing this. Yeah, they are in the carpet....everywhere. Okay, not everyhwere....over exaggeration. Who knows they might have just "followed" me in here from the bathroom. I wouldn't doubt it...that is for sure.
6.56 miles=0-3 incline,6-6.5 mph, 63minutes
I'm starting to freak out! Yes, more ants! And not just that this morning. Oh, NO! After my run, I go to the bathroom and I find a trail of ants feeding of yesterday's sweaty clothes. UGH! So I run and get the mop. I spray bleach everywhere and mop those "boogers" up. I ruined one of Lauren's shirts from my over exuberence of bleach. That just pissed me off more! So, I round up clothes and throw the infested ones in the wash. I go to the boys laundry basket and separate their clothes and guess what I find? NO! Not more ants. No, I find a big, gigantic, humongous water bug. I'd say the length of your middle finger! Eeeeeek! I start freaking out. I HATE BUGS! The creepier, the more I freak out. And this ugly thing was creepy! So I run and grab the little hand broom and sweep this thing up and into the toilet. Buh-bye! As he swirls his way into the sewage system. Can it get worse? Did I have to ask? Of course it can. I'm still working on my bathroom trying to figure out how the damn ants are getting in there. I've caulked every nook and cranny in the place. They are finding their way in there. And to top off my day, I get bit twice while sitting here typing this. Yeah, they are in the carpet....everywhere. Okay, not everyhwere....over exaggeration. Who knows they might have just "followed" me in here from the bathroom. I wouldn't doubt it...that is for sure.
Antsy!
Exercise:
10.06 miles=84 minutes, 6.5-8mph, 0-1 incline
My poor baby. Last night, I found ant bites on my baby's legs and a few on her arms. UGH! Stupid ants. They must have gotten her when she took her "mini"-nap. No wonder she didn't sleep yesterday. I'd be afraid too if my bed was "biting" me. UGH! I feel so guilty.
What happened...for those who don't know already? Well, yesterday afternoon when I tried putting Lauren down for her "2nd" nap, literally.....I found a buttload of ants in her crib. Seriously! Why were they there? POPCORN! Yeah, POPCORN! Lauren and I eat it before we go to bed. It's our night time thing. She gets her bath, a clean onesie for bed (too hot for pj's), I lotion her up, clean diaper, pop some popcorn, get her sippy cup, I grab a cold Lipton tea or diet soda, turn on the TV and we both lay on my bed and share a popped bag and then off to beddy-bye she goes. I guess she leaves a few behind in her shirt or diaper or something because a few "pieces" ended up in her bed under the blankets and underneath her bed. Well, those pesky ants climbed the dust ruffle into her bed. UGH! I couldn't believe it. Eric and I spent most of her "nap" time cleaning that room. Washed everything on her bed and vacuumed and sprayed whatever crevices those ants were creeping along. Poor Lauren never got that "real" nap she needed. She was cranky most of the day. I tried lying her on my bed, but she knew. Thankfully, last night, after Eric's Boy Scout thing, no ants to be found and she had a good night sleep.
10.06 miles=84 minutes, 6.5-8mph, 0-1 incline
My poor baby. Last night, I found ant bites on my baby's legs and a few on her arms. UGH! Stupid ants. They must have gotten her when she took her "mini"-nap. No wonder she didn't sleep yesterday. I'd be afraid too if my bed was "biting" me. UGH! I feel so guilty.
What happened...for those who don't know already? Well, yesterday afternoon when I tried putting Lauren down for her "2nd" nap, literally.....I found a buttload of ants in her crib. Seriously! Why were they there? POPCORN! Yeah, POPCORN! Lauren and I eat it before we go to bed. It's our night time thing. She gets her bath, a clean onesie for bed (too hot for pj's), I lotion her up, clean diaper, pop some popcorn, get her sippy cup, I grab a cold Lipton tea or diet soda, turn on the TV and we both lay on my bed and share a popped bag and then off to beddy-bye she goes. I guess she leaves a few behind in her shirt or diaper or something because a few "pieces" ended up in her bed under the blankets and underneath her bed. Well, those pesky ants climbed the dust ruffle into her bed. UGH! I couldn't believe it. Eric and I spent most of her "nap" time cleaning that room. Washed everything on her bed and vacuumed and sprayed whatever crevices those ants were creeping along. Poor Lauren never got that "real" nap she needed. She was cranky most of the day. I tried lying her on my bed, but she knew. Thankfully, last night, after Eric's Boy Scout thing, no ants to be found and she had a good night sleep.
Sunday, August 06, 2006
The Making of a Dallas Cowboy Fan.
Exercise:
6.6 miles=63 minutes, 0-10 incline, 4-8mph
First, I must say this. I wasn't born a Cowboy fan...I was raised to be one. I can remember from the age of 3-4 seeing my first game. Yeah, I can remember. Maybe I didn't sit down and really watch it, but I remember seeing the fans in the stadium, the mixture of colors, the Stars on the helmets, the gray/white/silver/blue uniforms, the sounds.....everything. I didn't understand it. But I remember my father and his brother sitting in front of the TV, yelling at the team. Go, go, go!
Why am I reminiscing over this? I sit here and watch the 2006 Hall of Fame ceremony. Troy Aikman and Rayfield Wright were inducted today. As I sat here, listening to Mr. Wright, tears streamed down my face. He was "old school". He was the 1970's. He was a Cowboy. Yes, he was one of "them". He was an original. He was my teacher. He was what a tomboy like me, strived to be. And yet, Troy Aikman hasn't been inducted yet..but I know, memories will halo my soul forever.
As the years have passed, I have never missed a game intentionally. Living in Tennesse, you had to be a Titan or Volunteer fan or no fan at all. So no Cowboy games unless they were on ESPN or they played the Titans. So these past 10 years have been hard. But I have NEVER regressed from my fanaticism of the team. I love them. How can a female like me be that way? I don't know. But I do know that every Sunday was glorious. It was wonderful. Either at my parent's house or my grandparent's house or even my inlaw's house, the sound of the TV announcer, the roar of the fans, the smell of beer (when my family drank), the aroma of food. It was a holiday almost. It was home. It was football Sunday. So as the years have passed, I still get that feeling when I hear them announce the Cowboys. The Dallas Cowboys. America's Team. So when it's not a football season, there really isn't much to do but wait....for the next season. Or.....gloat over the Cowboys Superbowl Victory...if they made it to the Superbowl. And they made it or were sooooo close. Yeah, I'm a fan!
I cried when Tom Landry died. The end of Americas team. They died with him. They aren't the same but the glory still halos that name. They may not be America's Team anymore, but they will always and forever be MY team.
So who do I have to thank for this? My father. I don't speak of him much. We aren't close like a father and daughter should be. But on Sundays, we were as close as a father and daughter could be. Because of his love for the Cowboys, he taught me the love of what a game of Cowboy football could be like. And to this day, I can't thank him enough.
Yeah, I'm a Dallas Cowboy fan. And damn proud of it!!
How 'Bout Them Cowboys!!!!!
Yeah, damn proud!
6.6 miles=63 minutes, 0-10 incline, 4-8mph
First, I must say this. I wasn't born a Cowboy fan...I was raised to be one. I can remember from the age of 3-4 seeing my first game. Yeah, I can remember. Maybe I didn't sit down and really watch it, but I remember seeing the fans in the stadium, the mixture of colors, the Stars on the helmets, the gray/white/silver/blue uniforms, the sounds.....everything. I didn't understand it. But I remember my father and his brother sitting in front of the TV, yelling at the team. Go, go, go!
Why am I reminiscing over this? I sit here and watch the 2006 Hall of Fame ceremony. Troy Aikman and Rayfield Wright were inducted today. As I sat here, listening to Mr. Wright, tears streamed down my face. He was "old school". He was the 1970's. He was a Cowboy. Yes, he was one of "them". He was an original. He was my teacher. He was what a tomboy like me, strived to be. And yet, Troy Aikman hasn't been inducted yet..but I know, memories will halo my soul forever.
As the years have passed, I have never missed a game intentionally. Living in Tennesse, you had to be a Titan or Volunteer fan or no fan at all. So no Cowboy games unless they were on ESPN or they played the Titans. So these past 10 years have been hard. But I have NEVER regressed from my fanaticism of the team. I love them. How can a female like me be that way? I don't know. But I do know that every Sunday was glorious. It was wonderful. Either at my parent's house or my grandparent's house or even my inlaw's house, the sound of the TV announcer, the roar of the fans, the smell of beer (when my family drank), the aroma of food. It was a holiday almost. It was home. It was football Sunday. So as the years have passed, I still get that feeling when I hear them announce the Cowboys. The Dallas Cowboys. America's Team. So when it's not a football season, there really isn't much to do but wait....for the next season. Or.....gloat over the Cowboys Superbowl Victory...if they made it to the Superbowl. And they made it or were sooooo close. Yeah, I'm a fan!
I cried when Tom Landry died. The end of Americas team. They died with him. They aren't the same but the glory still halos that name. They may not be America's Team anymore, but they will always and forever be MY team.
So who do I have to thank for this? My father. I don't speak of him much. We aren't close like a father and daughter should be. But on Sundays, we were as close as a father and daughter could be. Because of his love for the Cowboys, he taught me the love of what a game of Cowboy football could be like. And to this day, I can't thank him enough.
Yeah, I'm a Dallas Cowboy fan. And damn proud of it!!
How 'Bout Them Cowboys!!!!!
Yeah, damn proud!
Friday, August 04, 2006
Bummer!
Exercise:
7.6 miles=4-8mph, 7.5mph, 0-1 incline, 64 minutes
I'm so totally bummed today. I'm not depressed of the "black" mood kind of sort. No, I'm missing my hubby terribly. Yeah, he drives me insane but that doesn't mean I don't love him terribly. It's just getting to me now. He left in November for Iraq, comes home (but isn't really home because his mind was on WOCS), and then finally leaves again for WOCS and yet won't be home again until November. Then he leaves again for Ft. Eustis to finish schooling for WOCS. I'm just sick of him being gone. And now we don't know what happens after he finishes. Iraq or Korea??? Or any other post in the continental US??? UGH! But in the most part...I just want him home. Today. Now.
Tomorrow is going to be another lonely birthday.
Happy Woe is Birthday to me.
7.6 miles=4-8mph, 7.5mph, 0-1 incline, 64 minutes
I'm so totally bummed today. I'm not depressed of the "black" mood kind of sort. No, I'm missing my hubby terribly. Yeah, he drives me insane but that doesn't mean I don't love him terribly. It's just getting to me now. He left in November for Iraq, comes home (but isn't really home because his mind was on WOCS), and then finally leaves again for WOCS and yet won't be home again until November. Then he leaves again for Ft. Eustis to finish schooling for WOCS. I'm just sick of him being gone. And now we don't know what happens after he finishes. Iraq or Korea??? Or any other post in the continental US??? UGH! But in the most part...I just want him home. Today. Now.
Tomorrow is going to be another lonely birthday.
Happy Woe is Birthday to me.
Saturday, July 29, 2006
Idiot Neighbors
Exercise:
5.2 miles=45 minutes, 6-7 mph, 0-1 incline
Short but fast run this morning. Okay, shorter run this morning than usual. I had to get as much in with the amount of time I had since I had to get Eric up this morning for his little "outing" with his troop on the Lampassas River. Canoeing. The joys of youth. I'd have liked that. LOL! Well, sort of. It will be a fast trip, I'm told. I have to pick him up before lunch. He won't suffer until then because he took bottled water and a bottle of Chex mix (the bottle doesn't leak in case water gets in their canoes and the Chex Mix is small enough to fit in the mouth of the bottle.)
Now, I must gripe about my neighbor. I'm really trying...I MEAN TRYING...to be nice to them. I just found out that the "original" neighbors got divorced. The wife left with their son. The husband is by himself. Well, he lets his "friend" and her daughter move in with him. Well, the "friend" and her daughter won't leave me the HELL alone! The daughter was constantly borrowing the phone. That's okay...but not 3-5 times a freaking day. NOW....the mother is coming over. I let her borrow the phone. (I was told they were getting a phone line over there. When?????) And then last night, around 8ish, she comes traipsing over to my house to "borrow" money. What??? The "man" that she and her daughter are living with forgot to go by the bank before the bank closed. LOL! There is this thing called an ATM!!!!!!! Duh!!!!!! I'm the phone company, messenger service, and now the freaking bank. Well, I didn't give them money. I have NONE remember. And, if I did, I wouldn't give it to her. I don't think she believed me. Like I care. But I didn't. I never carry cash. That is what my DEBIT card is for. To replace my cash. Errrrrgh! I would really like to have friends around here but I can't because of people like "them!"
5.2 miles=45 minutes, 6-7 mph, 0-1 incline
Short but fast run this morning. Okay, shorter run this morning than usual. I had to get as much in with the amount of time I had since I had to get Eric up this morning for his little "outing" with his troop on the Lampassas River. Canoeing. The joys of youth. I'd have liked that. LOL! Well, sort of. It will be a fast trip, I'm told. I have to pick him up before lunch. He won't suffer until then because he took bottled water and a bottle of Chex mix (the bottle doesn't leak in case water gets in their canoes and the Chex Mix is small enough to fit in the mouth of the bottle.)
Now, I must gripe about my neighbor. I'm really trying...I MEAN TRYING...to be nice to them. I just found out that the "original" neighbors got divorced. The wife left with their son. The husband is by himself. Well, he lets his "friend" and her daughter move in with him. Well, the "friend" and her daughter won't leave me the HELL alone! The daughter was constantly borrowing the phone. That's okay...but not 3-5 times a freaking day. NOW....the mother is coming over. I let her borrow the phone. (I was told they were getting a phone line over there. When?????) And then last night, around 8ish, she comes traipsing over to my house to "borrow" money. What??? The "man" that she and her daughter are living with forgot to go by the bank before the bank closed. LOL! There is this thing called an ATM!!!!!!! Duh!!!!!! I'm the phone company, messenger service, and now the freaking bank. Well, I didn't give them money. I have NONE remember. And, if I did, I wouldn't give it to her. I don't think she believed me. Like I care. But I didn't. I never carry cash. That is what my DEBIT card is for. To replace my cash. Errrrrgh! I would really like to have friends around here but I can't because of people like "them!"
The Quicker-Picker-Upper
It cleans floors, walls, carpets.
It washes.
It vacuums.
It can clean dishes.
It even washes dirty faces, hands, and feet.
It is bio-degradable.
If it gets dirty, you can wash it and reuse.
It.....is Daisy.
It washes.
It vacuums.
It can clean dishes.
It even washes dirty faces, hands, and feet.
It is bio-degradable.
If it gets dirty, you can wash it and reuse.
It.....is Daisy.
Friday, July 28, 2006
A Ho-hum Friday
Exercise:
5 miles=53 minutes, 4-7mph, 0-10 incline
A lot slower of a workout today. More inclines than speed today. I almost took a rest day but I need to keep up with this exercise because of this up coming week of a Six Flags trip planned. Can't wait.
Nothing much really going on. I sit here an think and think and think and think.
Oh, Lauren is 10 months old today! Yea! 2 more months to go.
I think I'll post some pics since I really don't have much to say today. LOL!
5 miles=53 minutes, 4-7mph, 0-10 incline
A lot slower of a workout today. More inclines than speed today. I almost took a rest day but I need to keep up with this exercise because of this up coming week of a Six Flags trip planned. Can't wait.
Nothing much really going on. I sit here an think and think and think and think.
Oh, Lauren is 10 months old today! Yea! 2 more months to go.
I think I'll post some pics since I really don't have much to say today. LOL!
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Guilty feelings.....
Exercise:
6.5 miles=4-7.5mph, 0-10 incline, 63 minutes
Guilty feelings, yet again. Why am I such a sucker for black German Shepherds? What does that have to do with my guilt? I have no clue. I just know that I chose Daisy on her physical attributes because they were so close to Heidi's. Well, Daisy is a changin'. Yeah, a changin'. She is black. She has tan paws. But other than that, she is different. She has longer hair around the neck and ears. She is soft where as Heidi was wire-haired. She does not have a white undercoat. She does have a tan undercoat on the top of her head. Weird. And her tan paws, now have a reddish color now. Very weird. And she is timid around strangers, where as Heidi loved to "lick you like a lollipop!" All I know is is this....when I picked her up yesterday....all I could do was think of my Heidi. Don't get me wrong, I was so happy to see Daisy. She was a good girl. But something as routine as a spay gave me a heavy heart.....why? If I hadn't have Heidi spayed, I could have had one of her daughters or sons. And here I am spaying Daisy, too late to change my mind.
On another note: I think my cats are determined to kill Daisy. The opportunity came upon them when I opened the medicine packet for Daisy this morning to give her her pain pill. Well, 30 minutes ago, I found the packet on the floor and the pills gone!!! I called the vet and they said that this one time should not hurt her. They were low doses but might give her diarrhea. Thank God! Those darn cats...or should I say cat (Chinook)...had plans and decided to knock the packet on the floor from the counter. They spilled out....and that was all she wrote! (I just fear that my big fat cat, Ben, might have gotten to them. That would not be good. I guess I'll have to keep a very big eye on him. He's as big as a dog...it might not bother him. Just hope Daisy got all or most of them first.)
6.5 miles=4-7.5mph, 0-10 incline, 63 minutes
Guilty feelings, yet again. Why am I such a sucker for black German Shepherds? What does that have to do with my guilt? I have no clue. I just know that I chose Daisy on her physical attributes because they were so close to Heidi's. Well, Daisy is a changin'. Yeah, a changin'. She is black. She has tan paws. But other than that, she is different. She has longer hair around the neck and ears. She is soft where as Heidi was wire-haired. She does not have a white undercoat. She does have a tan undercoat on the top of her head. Weird. And her tan paws, now have a reddish color now. Very weird. And she is timid around strangers, where as Heidi loved to "lick you like a lollipop!" All I know is is this....when I picked her up yesterday....all I could do was think of my Heidi. Don't get me wrong, I was so happy to see Daisy. She was a good girl. But something as routine as a spay gave me a heavy heart.....why? If I hadn't have Heidi spayed, I could have had one of her daughters or sons. And here I am spaying Daisy, too late to change my mind.
On another note: I think my cats are determined to kill Daisy. The opportunity came upon them when I opened the medicine packet for Daisy this morning to give her her pain pill. Well, 30 minutes ago, I found the packet on the floor and the pills gone!!! I called the vet and they said that this one time should not hurt her. They were low doses but might give her diarrhea. Thank God! Those darn cats...or should I say cat (Chinook)...had plans and decided to knock the packet on the floor from the counter. They spilled out....and that was all she wrote! (I just fear that my big fat cat, Ben, might have gotten to them. That would not be good. I guess I'll have to keep a very big eye on him. He's as big as a dog...it might not bother him. Just hope Daisy got all or most of them first.)
Fear of Losing
Exercise:
6.5 miles=4-7mph, 62 minutes, 0-10 incline
Past mistakes. Learning from them or guarding myself from pain. Daisy, at this moment, is getting spayed. Guilt is tearing me up inside. Can I do this again? I love her, in a special kind of way. Not that all consuming love I had for Heidi. It's different. Of course, it is. There was only one Heidi. Only one Daisy. But I'm so scared. It's not the same going to the vet's office. I used to be so proud that I took my animals in and had them checked out. Money didn't matter. But it wasn't enough....for Heidi. Now I have Daisy. I get in the office. I fill out pre-surgery paperwork. So many questions. Do I want bloodwork done? Yes. Do I want a pain injection afterword? Yes. Do I want pain pills to take home? Yes. Do I need flea preventative? No. Heartworm prevention? No. On and on and on and on. Some of my answers were answered in fear. Fear of what? The fear of losing Daisy. I want to know now to be prepared for later, if there is a later. Heidi didn't have to die. I keep telling myself that but I've found out that it was probably genetic. UGH! I need to know. Then I get a phone call from the clinic. My heart in my throat, I answer the phone. They said Daisy was "under" and just wanted to know if I would like radiographs of her hips. Hip dysplasia. "Of course!" I tell her. Yes. I want to know. More money being spent. Fears. My answers weren't based on my financial situation obviously. Fear. I can't lose my Daisy. If I can with all my being, I want to stop anything (if there is an "anything") from happening. Again. Not again. My heart couldn't take that. But right now, I just pray my Daisy gets through the surgery. My poor baby.
6.5 miles=4-7mph, 62 minutes, 0-10 incline
Past mistakes. Learning from them or guarding myself from pain. Daisy, at this moment, is getting spayed. Guilt is tearing me up inside. Can I do this again? I love her, in a special kind of way. Not that all consuming love I had for Heidi. It's different. Of course, it is. There was only one Heidi. Only one Daisy. But I'm so scared. It's not the same going to the vet's office. I used to be so proud that I took my animals in and had them checked out. Money didn't matter. But it wasn't enough....for Heidi. Now I have Daisy. I get in the office. I fill out pre-surgery paperwork. So many questions. Do I want bloodwork done? Yes. Do I want a pain injection afterword? Yes. Do I want pain pills to take home? Yes. Do I need flea preventative? No. Heartworm prevention? No. On and on and on and on. Some of my answers were answered in fear. Fear of what? The fear of losing Daisy. I want to know now to be prepared for later, if there is a later. Heidi didn't have to die. I keep telling myself that but I've found out that it was probably genetic. UGH! I need to know. Then I get a phone call from the clinic. My heart in my throat, I answer the phone. They said Daisy was "under" and just wanted to know if I would like radiographs of her hips. Hip dysplasia. "Of course!" I tell her. Yes. I want to know. More money being spent. Fears. My answers weren't based on my financial situation obviously. Fear. I can't lose my Daisy. If I can with all my being, I want to stop anything (if there is an "anything") from happening. Again. Not again. My heart couldn't take that. But right now, I just pray my Daisy gets through the surgery. My poor baby.
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
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Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Mr. Wants-to-talk-a-lot
Exercise:
6.51 miles=4-7mph, 0-10 incline, 62 minutes
It's almost 9am and the boys are STILL in bed. Something is up. I don't see the XBox....hmm? I wonder? Did they stay up past their bed time playing games?????
This morning, I emailed Bobby about his LES and his pay raise. What does he do? And he knows better. DON'T EVER CALL ME OR TALK TO ME WHEN I'M RUNNING! He calls. And the first thing he asks is, "Were you on the treadmill?" I guess it was plainfully obvious with my huffing and puffing when I answered the phone.
"Yeah! Do you know what time it is?" I reply.
"I didn't think you'd be on this early." He says.
" What else would I be doing? I'm always on there at this time."
"Oooops. Sorry."
I'm thinking to myself, "Yeah, right."
And you know what, he only called to let me know he got my email. LOL! I don't know why he just didn't email me back. He never likes to talk on the phone. Can never get him to spill his guts and all of a sudden he is "Mr. Wants-to-talk-a-lot". So next time I remember, I'll wake him at 5am for a lengthy conversation and gut spilling.
You know I love you Bobby...LOL!
6.51 miles=4-7mph, 0-10 incline, 62 minutes
It's almost 9am and the boys are STILL in bed. Something is up. I don't see the XBox....hmm? I wonder? Did they stay up past their bed time playing games?????
This morning, I emailed Bobby about his LES and his pay raise. What does he do? And he knows better. DON'T EVER CALL ME OR TALK TO ME WHEN I'M RUNNING! He calls. And the first thing he asks is, "Were you on the treadmill?" I guess it was plainfully obvious with my huffing and puffing when I answered the phone.
"Yeah! Do you know what time it is?" I reply.
"I didn't think you'd be on this early." He says.
" What else would I be doing? I'm always on there at this time."
"Oooops. Sorry."
I'm thinking to myself, "Yeah, right."
And you know what, he only called to let me know he got my email. LOL! I don't know why he just didn't email me back. He never likes to talk on the phone. Can never get him to spill his guts and all of a sudden he is "Mr. Wants-to-talk-a-lot". So next time I remember, I'll wake him at 5am for a lengthy conversation and gut spilling.
You know I love you Bobby...LOL!
Computer Geek in the Making
Uh-oh! Mommy's coming! I have to update myspace.com before she finds me. Can never have too many glittery kitty-cats!
Monday, July 24, 2006
Nightterrors, Nightmares, and Dreams
Exercise:
7.54 miles=6-8mph, 0-2 incline, 63 minutes
I've been having these awful nightmares lately. Fears, of the worse kind. Most of them have been about Lauren. Weird they have been.
Nightmare #1~
Terrorists invade my house while I'm taking a shower. They break through the door, I grab a towel and wrap it around me. With thick accents, they demand that I make Bobby stop "what he's doing". I tell them I can't. He's not here. They keep telling me to tell him. I keep telling them I can't. Then I start crying. They get angry with me and drag me to the living room. The kids are still asleep. Somehow in my nightmare, we end up in Lauren's room. They point the gun at the temple of her head and keep telling me to stop Bobby. I'm blubbering that I can't. Then I tell them not to kill my baby. Then all I can remember is the click of the gun and I wake up. I'm sweating and crying. Of course, Bobby isn't in bed. It takes me forever to go back to sleep.
Nighmare #2~
The kids and I go shopping. We all get out of the truck and go into the store. I can't remember if it's the PX or WalMart. Anyway, as we are shopping I realize Lauren is not in the cart. I forgot to get her out of her carseat. This is a hot state so I'm sure the cab of the truck is sweltering. So I'm running through the store trying to get to the front door to get outside to my truck. In the back of my mind, I can hear the clock "ticking". I only have so much time. It's hot outside and she'll die. But for some reason, I can't seem to get to the front door. The aisles get longer and I keep taking wrong turns. The clock keeps "ticking". I'm crying trying to get to that door. I have to. "Where is that front door?" The truck is getting hot. Lauren needs me. I can hear her crying wondering where I am. "I'm coming Lauren!" I keep praying to God to help me get to her. I eventually wake up with my heart beating wildly like I'd been running a marathon.
Now during one of my nightmares, something happened once last night. Remember the movie Ghost when Patrick Swayze enters Whoopi Goldberg's body so he can "kiss" Demi Moore? Well, when I woke up after one of those nightmares, there were those amber eyes looking at me. Ears up at attention. That look of "it's okay, I'm right here". The sound of the tail as it thumps with excitement that I'm aware of "her". And then the wet tongue as it gently "kisses" me on the face. It was Heidi....or was it Daisy. Or was it yet another one of my dreams?
7.54 miles=6-8mph, 0-2 incline, 63 minutes
I've been having these awful nightmares lately. Fears, of the worse kind. Most of them have been about Lauren. Weird they have been.
Nightmare #1~
Terrorists invade my house while I'm taking a shower. They break through the door, I grab a towel and wrap it around me. With thick accents, they demand that I make Bobby stop "what he's doing". I tell them I can't. He's not here. They keep telling me to tell him. I keep telling them I can't. Then I start crying. They get angry with me and drag me to the living room. The kids are still asleep. Somehow in my nightmare, we end up in Lauren's room. They point the gun at the temple of her head and keep telling me to stop Bobby. I'm blubbering that I can't. Then I tell them not to kill my baby. Then all I can remember is the click of the gun and I wake up. I'm sweating and crying. Of course, Bobby isn't in bed. It takes me forever to go back to sleep.
Nighmare #2~
The kids and I go shopping. We all get out of the truck and go into the store. I can't remember if it's the PX or WalMart. Anyway, as we are shopping I realize Lauren is not in the cart. I forgot to get her out of her carseat. This is a hot state so I'm sure the cab of the truck is sweltering. So I'm running through the store trying to get to the front door to get outside to my truck. In the back of my mind, I can hear the clock "ticking". I only have so much time. It's hot outside and she'll die. But for some reason, I can't seem to get to the front door. The aisles get longer and I keep taking wrong turns. The clock keeps "ticking". I'm crying trying to get to that door. I have to. "Where is that front door?" The truck is getting hot. Lauren needs me. I can hear her crying wondering where I am. "I'm coming Lauren!" I keep praying to God to help me get to her. I eventually wake up with my heart beating wildly like I'd been running a marathon.
Now during one of my nightmares, something happened once last night. Remember the movie Ghost when Patrick Swayze enters Whoopi Goldberg's body so he can "kiss" Demi Moore? Well, when I woke up after one of those nightmares, there were those amber eyes looking at me. Ears up at attention. That look of "it's okay, I'm right here". The sound of the tail as it thumps with excitement that I'm aware of "her". And then the wet tongue as it gently "kisses" me on the face. It was Heidi....or was it Daisy. Or was it yet another one of my dreams?
Sleepy Sunday
Exercise:
Rest Day
I'm so tired. I could sleep forever. I woke up at 4am as usual but for some reason I just felt drained. Maybe it was the 10 miles from yesterday. I don't know. I just said to myself, "I can't do this." So I went back to bed. Well, I woke up 2 hours later feeler even worse. I had a stopped up nose and my head felt like a ton of lead. It was awful. I got up and I just felt "Ugh". I had to feed Lauren and just didn't feel up to it. I did though...of course. I was going to take the kids to the park...but I just couldn't muster that kind of energy. I did take them to the PX because I got the new ad and they had underwear and socks for sale and they both need those for school. While there, they had brand name shoes on sale for 50% off and about fainted. I got Eric some New Balance and Matthew some Skechers. And I did get them a pair of jean shorts too and some more grass and weed killer. I don't weed whack. It's soooooo much easier to spray them dead. LOL!
Lauren is asleep right now. Why am I on here when I could be napping too?
Buh-bye.
Rest Day
I'm so tired. I could sleep forever. I woke up at 4am as usual but for some reason I just felt drained. Maybe it was the 10 miles from yesterday. I don't know. I just said to myself, "I can't do this." So I went back to bed. Well, I woke up 2 hours later feeler even worse. I had a stopped up nose and my head felt like a ton of lead. It was awful. I got up and I just felt "Ugh". I had to feed Lauren and just didn't feel up to it. I did though...of course. I was going to take the kids to the park...but I just couldn't muster that kind of energy. I did take them to the PX because I got the new ad and they had underwear and socks for sale and they both need those for school. While there, they had brand name shoes on sale for 50% off and about fainted. I got Eric some New Balance and Matthew some Skechers. And I did get them a pair of jean shorts too and some more grass and weed killer. I don't weed whack. It's soooooo much easier to spray them dead. LOL!
Lauren is asleep right now. Why am I on here when I could be napping too?
Buh-bye.
Saturday, July 22, 2006
Money Is The Root Of All Evil!!
Exercise:
10.02 miles=6-8mph, 0-2 incline, 84 minutes
I ran 10 miles! Sweet relief! I feel so much better about myself. Yep! 10 miles always does that for me. The money situation hasn't changed but that is alright. It always works itself out in the end. It's just that this next pay check happens to come after 3 weekends. Which means that this was a looooong month. That's hard when you are like me and don't like to stay home. I like to shop. It's no lie. Even if it's for a "piddly" thing. Spending money is a rush and a very bad habit. LOL!
Bobby and his buddy are not getting cable "TV" but only the internet. LOL! I guess Bobby forgot about My Name is Earl and Desperate Housewives and Lost! I guess he can watch the episodes online. I forgot that they are doing that now....and commercial free. LOL! I think only ABC is doing that though. Anyway............
Buffets. My bain of existance. Love them. Don't need them. Well, Eric will be going to an Eagle Scout function today. And there is supposed to be some kind of buffet the parents of this scout are conjuring up. Oh joy. Please, please, please don't let their be cookies and cake. Please, please, please. UGH! Matthew and Lauren have inherited this curse of a sweet tooth and they don't need that either. LOL! I don't know how many times I've talked my self in and out of this. But we are going. We need to get this out of the way so Eric can put this on his record. This function will go towards his rank.
10.02 miles=6-8mph, 0-2 incline, 84 minutes
I ran 10 miles! Sweet relief! I feel so much better about myself. Yep! 10 miles always does that for me. The money situation hasn't changed but that is alright. It always works itself out in the end. It's just that this next pay check happens to come after 3 weekends. Which means that this was a looooong month. That's hard when you are like me and don't like to stay home. I like to shop. It's no lie. Even if it's for a "piddly" thing. Spending money is a rush and a very bad habit. LOL!
Bobby and his buddy are not getting cable "TV" but only the internet. LOL! I guess Bobby forgot about My Name is Earl and Desperate Housewives and Lost! I guess he can watch the episodes online. I forgot that they are doing that now....and commercial free. LOL! I think only ABC is doing that though. Anyway............
Buffets. My bain of existance. Love them. Don't need them. Well, Eric will be going to an Eagle Scout function today. And there is supposed to be some kind of buffet the parents of this scout are conjuring up. Oh joy. Please, please, please don't let their be cookies and cake. Please, please, please. UGH! Matthew and Lauren have inherited this curse of a sweet tooth and they don't need that either. LOL! I don't know how many times I've talked my self in and out of this. But we are going. We need to get this out of the way so Eric can put this on his record. This function will go towards his rank.
Friday, July 21, 2006
Whoa Is Me!
Exercise:
The lawn being mowed=butt, legs, abs, and arms.
UGH! I can't believe it. I just couldn't muster the mental energy to do anything on the treadmill. I had gotten a phone call from Bobby last night that just left a bad taste in my mouth and left me in knots. I won't go into the details but it all leads back to money. UGH! If I had a gallon of ice cream...it would be gone. I'm just not emotionally into "life" today. Don't get me wrong. I tried the treadmill. I got on, turned it on, selected a program, started it, but after 3 minutes, I just couldn't. I was hurting a bit (nothing that warming up couldn't fix) but it just gave me another reason to stop. I went back to bed and thought, "I'll get up at 6am and do that Power Yoga thing on PBS." So I thought. I didn't think I would actually fall back asleep. I figured I would just "rest" my eyes and lie there. Nope. Next thing you know...it's 6:20am and the program was almost over. UGH! Then I realized I could mow the lawn. There's my exercise. It's physically exhausting but not the best cardio. At least it'll work my back, legs, and arms. *I'm trying to make myself feel better here. Where's the Blue Bell when you need it? LOL!* I guess the only thing that would make me feel better would be to see Bobby's next paycheck. Or maybe not. Depends on how much the government decides to take out in taxes away from that nice pay raise. But for now, it won't do a lick of good because I need that money by Tuesday and payday isn't till Monday after next. Okay, I need to shut up. Must stop this mental blackness that is washing over me. I must move on and get over it.
I will.
Eventually.
The lawn being mowed=butt, legs, abs, and arms.
UGH! I can't believe it. I just couldn't muster the mental energy to do anything on the treadmill. I had gotten a phone call from Bobby last night that just left a bad taste in my mouth and left me in knots. I won't go into the details but it all leads back to money. UGH! If I had a gallon of ice cream...it would be gone. I'm just not emotionally into "life" today. Don't get me wrong. I tried the treadmill. I got on, turned it on, selected a program, started it, but after 3 minutes, I just couldn't. I was hurting a bit (nothing that warming up couldn't fix) but it just gave me another reason to stop. I went back to bed and thought, "I'll get up at 6am and do that Power Yoga thing on PBS." So I thought. I didn't think I would actually fall back asleep. I figured I would just "rest" my eyes and lie there. Nope. Next thing you know...it's 6:20am and the program was almost over. UGH! Then I realized I could mow the lawn. There's my exercise. It's physically exhausting but not the best cardio. At least it'll work my back, legs, and arms. *I'm trying to make myself feel better here. Where's the Blue Bell when you need it? LOL!* I guess the only thing that would make me feel better would be to see Bobby's next paycheck. Or maybe not. Depends on how much the government decides to take out in taxes away from that nice pay raise. But for now, it won't do a lick of good because I need that money by Tuesday and payday isn't till Monday after next. Okay, I need to shut up. Must stop this mental blackness that is washing over me. I must move on and get over it.
I will.
Eventually.
Thursday, July 20, 2006
The Bare Necessities of Life
Exercise:
5.03 miles=4-4.5 mph (4-12 incline), 6-7 mph (0-1 incline), 61 minutes
Okay, first I must thank my dear Sister for getting me hooked on this stuff called Diet Lipton Green Tea with Citrus. OMG! I'm hooked and I can't get enough. They need to make bigger...MUCH BIGGER...bottles. I just bought a 12 pack the other day and it's almost gone. I can't afford this addiction. LOL!
Today, I pick up Lauren's 9 month photos. I still have a bunch of Lauren's 6 month photos that I need to mail out. I need to get on the ball and get it done. I'll try to today if Lauren takes a nice long nap and I'm not disturbed. Knowing her, she'll know I have plans and take a "mini-power-nap".
Oh, Bobby got an apartment. Well, not officially. It's near the main gate and it's a 2-bedroom. His buddy will go halvsies with him. I think today, he said they would pay the security and down payment to "save" it until they would be able to move in this weekend. Right now, he and his buddy are sharing a hotel room and we are informed the military will pay THAT bill. Thank the Lord. And since he and his buddy are sharing the apartment, they can share carpooling also since they have the same classes. That would be great! They will have to pay utilities (no phone since Bobby has the cell) and I was told he will have to get cable....(got to have internet and it's Charter cable and we have good credit with them since we had it at Ft. Campbell). Ahh, the necessities of life.....cable and yogurt. LOL! If Bobby didn't have those 2 things, life would be hell! LOL!
Look for the bare necessities
The simple bare necessities
Forget about your worries and your strife
I mean the bare necessities
Old Mother Nature's recipes
That brings the bare necessities of life
Wherever I wander, wherever I roam
I couldn't be fonder of my big home
The bees are buzzin' in the tree
To make some honey just for me
When you look under the rocks and plants
And take a glance at the fancy ants
Then maybe try a few
The bare necessities of life will come to you
They'll come to you!
Look for the bare necessities
The simple bare necessities
Forget about your worries and your strife
I mean the bare necessities
That's why a bear can rest at ease
With just the bare necessities of life
Now when you pick a pawpaw
Or a prickly pear
And you prick a raw paw
Next time beware
Don't pick the prickly pear by the paw
When you pick a pear
Try to use the claw
But you don't need to use the claw
When you pick a pear of the big pawpaw
Have I given you a clue ?
The bare necessities of life will come to you
They'll come to you!
So just try and relax, yeah cool it
Fall apart in my backyard
'Cause let me tell you something little britches
If you act like that bee acts, uh uh
You're working too hard
And don't spend your time lookin' around
For something you want that can't be found
When you find out you can live without it
And go along not thinkin' about it
I'll tell you something true
The bare necessities of life will come to you
5.03 miles=4-4.5 mph (4-12 incline), 6-7 mph (0-1 incline), 61 minutes
Okay, first I must thank my dear Sister for getting me hooked on this stuff called Diet Lipton Green Tea with Citrus. OMG! I'm hooked and I can't get enough. They need to make bigger...MUCH BIGGER...bottles. I just bought a 12 pack the other day and it's almost gone. I can't afford this addiction. LOL!
Today, I pick up Lauren's 9 month photos. I still have a bunch of Lauren's 6 month photos that I need to mail out. I need to get on the ball and get it done. I'll try to today if Lauren takes a nice long nap and I'm not disturbed. Knowing her, she'll know I have plans and take a "mini-power-nap".
Oh, Bobby got an apartment. Well, not officially. It's near the main gate and it's a 2-bedroom. His buddy will go halvsies with him. I think today, he said they would pay the security and down payment to "save" it until they would be able to move in this weekend. Right now, he and his buddy are sharing a hotel room and we are informed the military will pay THAT bill. Thank the Lord. And since he and his buddy are sharing the apartment, they can share carpooling also since they have the same classes. That would be great! They will have to pay utilities (no phone since Bobby has the cell) and I was told he will have to get cable....(got to have internet and it's Charter cable and we have good credit with them since we had it at Ft. Campbell). Ahh, the necessities of life.....cable and yogurt. LOL! If Bobby didn't have those 2 things, life would be hell! LOL!
Look for the bare necessities
The simple bare necessities
Forget about your worries and your strife
I mean the bare necessities
Old Mother Nature's recipes
That brings the bare necessities of life
Wherever I wander, wherever I roam
I couldn't be fonder of my big home
The bees are buzzin' in the tree
To make some honey just for me
When you look under the rocks and plants
And take a glance at the fancy ants
Then maybe try a few
The bare necessities of life will come to you
They'll come to you!
Look for the bare necessities
The simple bare necessities
Forget about your worries and your strife
I mean the bare necessities
That's why a bear can rest at ease
With just the bare necessities of life
Now when you pick a pawpaw
Or a prickly pear
And you prick a raw paw
Next time beware
Don't pick the prickly pear by the paw
When you pick a pear
Try to use the claw
But you don't need to use the claw
When you pick a pear of the big pawpaw
Have I given you a clue ?
The bare necessities of life will come to you
They'll come to you!
So just try and relax, yeah cool it
Fall apart in my backyard
'Cause let me tell you something little britches
If you act like that bee acts, uh uh
You're working too hard
And don't spend your time lookin' around
For something you want that can't be found
When you find out you can live without it
And go along not thinkin' about it
I'll tell you something true
The bare necessities of life will come to you
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Today's Thoughts and Notes and Things
Exercise:
7 miles=6-7.5mph, 62 minutes, 0-3 incline
Is it really "hump" day? I guess my mini-vacation has thrown my week off. LOL! It's going by faster than I would like. Monday felt like Sunday and well, yesterday felt like Monday.
Well, I spoke to Bobby last night. Today after signing in and in-processing, he and a friend from school are going apartment hunting. Bobby spoke to a realtor and she had 2 apartments fully furnished. One is a 1 bedroom and the other a 2 bedroom. Obviously, the 1 bedroom is cheaper. His friend said he didn't care if he had to sleep on the floor as long as he had a roof over his head. LOL! Exactly how Bobby feels. Soooooooo....they will do that today. I just told Bobby to be not-so-picky when getting this apartment. He won't be there forever and we can't afford an upscale apartment. He agrees. And we have NO CLUE how much extra money he'll be making. I mean we know his gross income....we don't know his net income.
Today, the repair man is coming to "fix" my psychotic washing machine. It hasn't acted up since last week but I'd still like to have it checked out. Don't want "demonic possession" to take it over again. LOL! I guess I should clean up around that area so the repair guy can pull it out. I have the cat litter boxes in there. Don't want to freak the man out.
Oh, and Bobby informed me that whenever and as soon as I can, I need to have all 4 tires changed in the truck. Great. Those huge things are a fortune. He said I don't have to get name brand or anything but I can't get anything else for my truck. I'll get nothing less. I don't like a miss-matched truck, if you know what I mean. We might not make a lot of money, but the people on the street don't need to know that.
I have 2 more months and it will be Lauren's birthday and I'm already thinking of the party. LOL! Can never plan these things toooooo soon. LOL! I want a cute cake. Not the old WalMart bakery type thing this time. I think I'll have to contact that lady that Sarah has used to make a cake for Olivia (or was it Hannah?) I'm really thinking of having it at the park so the kids can play and we can bring some badminton or yard activities. Oh, and we can't forget the pinata! I know it will be more for the other kids but Lauren will only be ONE once. And since her birthday is at the end of September...I'm hoping this Texas hellatious (is that even a word?) heat will be easing up and nice that week. I do remember that we had a cold front that came through when I had her. Anyway, just things that I've been thinking about lately.
Last but not least....I decided to run a little bit more. It hurt. Really hurt. Once I got off, my knees were throbbing. I'd never had that problem before. I'm obviously still off on my "game". If my knees hurt, my posture was off or the quads and/or hams were not stretched properly or not used properly. I'm really thinking my posture was off because my shoulders and neck were sort of hurting too. Which concludes that I REALLY NEED new shoes!!!! But for now, just need a good horse pill of Ibuprofen and ALEVE. LOL!
7 miles=6-7.5mph, 62 minutes, 0-3 incline
Is it really "hump" day? I guess my mini-vacation has thrown my week off. LOL! It's going by faster than I would like. Monday felt like Sunday and well, yesterday felt like Monday.
Well, I spoke to Bobby last night. Today after signing in and in-processing, he and a friend from school are going apartment hunting. Bobby spoke to a realtor and she had 2 apartments fully furnished. One is a 1 bedroom and the other a 2 bedroom. Obviously, the 1 bedroom is cheaper. His friend said he didn't care if he had to sleep on the floor as long as he had a roof over his head. LOL! Exactly how Bobby feels. Soooooooo....they will do that today. I just told Bobby to be not-so-picky when getting this apartment. He won't be there forever and we can't afford an upscale apartment. He agrees. And we have NO CLUE how much extra money he'll be making. I mean we know his gross income....we don't know his net income.
Today, the repair man is coming to "fix" my psychotic washing machine. It hasn't acted up since last week but I'd still like to have it checked out. Don't want "demonic possession" to take it over again. LOL! I guess I should clean up around that area so the repair guy can pull it out. I have the cat litter boxes in there. Don't want to freak the man out.
Oh, and Bobby informed me that whenever and as soon as I can, I need to have all 4 tires changed in the truck. Great. Those huge things are a fortune. He said I don't have to get name brand or anything but I can't get anything else for my truck. I'll get nothing less. I don't like a miss-matched truck, if you know what I mean. We might not make a lot of money, but the people on the street don't need to know that.
I have 2 more months and it will be Lauren's birthday and I'm already thinking of the party. LOL! Can never plan these things toooooo soon. LOL! I want a cute cake. Not the old WalMart bakery type thing this time. I think I'll have to contact that lady that Sarah has used to make a cake for Olivia (or was it Hannah?) I'm really thinking of having it at the park so the kids can play and we can bring some badminton or yard activities. Oh, and we can't forget the pinata! I know it will be more for the other kids but Lauren will only be ONE once. And since her birthday is at the end of September...I'm hoping this Texas hellatious (is that even a word?) heat will be easing up and nice that week. I do remember that we had a cold front that came through when I had her. Anyway, just things that I've been thinking about lately.
Last but not least....I decided to run a little bit more. It hurt. Really hurt. Once I got off, my knees were throbbing. I'd never had that problem before. I'm obviously still off on my "game". If my knees hurt, my posture was off or the quads and/or hams were not stretched properly or not used properly. I'm really thinking my posture was off because my shoulders and neck were sort of hurting too. Which concludes that I REALLY NEED new shoes!!!! But for now, just need a good horse pill of Ibuprofen and ALEVE. LOL!
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
Where Have I Been?
Exercise:
7 miles=4-8mph, 0-3 incline, 65 minutes
I can't believe it's been a week since I last logged in here. Okay, I've been slacking I know.
Well, let's start off that we (myself, my mom, the boys, Lauren, and my sister) went to Ft. Rucker, Alabama to visit my husband. He is now a W1....Warrant Officer...the lowest rung of the ladder. But hey, he'll start climbing now.
It was a nice ceremony. It was in the Ft. Rucker Aviation museum. A small band played. We arrived a bit late since my husband said it was at 1:30pm and we arrived at 1pm and it just started. We didn't really have a place to sit since we were "late". We also had to get a camera. So Mom went and found a little souvenir shop and got one. We didn't get a picture of him getting pinned. It was too late. We just got after photos. That's okay. We did try the camera on the phone but those came out crappy!
Well, we had left at 4:30am from my sister's house. We picked up Mom at around 5am. The drive was nice. The anticipation of seeing new places always appeals to me. First real view of a new place was Shreveport, Louisiana. At first it looked like any other "po-dunk", then out of glaring sun you see glittering hotels. Sparkling like jewels of gold and silver. Ahh....Viva Las Veg...hmm...I mean Viva Las Shreveport! Yeah, those hotels were casinos! LOL! Nothing much else to see in Louisiana. Lots of road and trees. We finally crossed the state line into Mississippi. VICKSBURG! Oh, that was a very pretty place. As soon as you cross the Mississippi River, there was this beautiful but yet old place. It was so well landscaped. I would liked to have stopped there and seen the "old" place. The history was calling out to me. But we couldn't stop....no time to. We had a deadline to meet. Get to Alabama before 5pm. So on we went. Again, nothing much else to see. We went through Jackson, but it was like any other small city. No biggie. Then as soon as we crossed over into Alabama we got off the main interstate and took a "highway" to Montgomery. Okay, lots of two lanes and old people. Had to hang back until we could pass them. Ended up in Selma. Supposedly a historical place and the highway leading to Montgomery...historical also but we didn't have time to find out why. I'm thinking Martin Luther King, Jr. Anyway, got to Montgomery...RUSH HOUR TRAFFIC. UGH! That was no fun. That slowed us down immensely but we finally got through and headed south to Ft. Rucker. Again lots of road and trees. What amazed us though....was that we were soooooo close to the ocean but yet we were in the hills and mountains and lots of twisty-turny roads. We didn't expect to see that. Was that the tail end of the Smokies? Could have been. But we finally made it. Checked into our hotel. And trust me, I was never so glad to see the beds in our room. We didn't get to see Bobby. He was at a reception and really.....I think we were tooo pooped to care.
Anyway, it was nice to see Bobby. The boys enjoyed the hotel pool. LOL! They enjoyed the fact that we ate out almost every meal. LOL! Now they are spoiled....and wanted me to take them to McD's yesterday for dinner. LOL!
This morning, I had a bit of chaos. Poor Daisy. Last night, she wanted me to let her out of her kennel. I thought she was being ornery and was just wanting out to be out. Nope. She had to "go". This morning, I woke up to the smell of poo. I go into the bathroom and it hit me like a tidal wave. UGH! She had diarrhea. So I let her out immediately and took the kennel outside too. The boys just got done rinsing it out and is now sitting in the sun to dry. UGH! Poor Daisy. Bad, bad, bad Mommy! I'm just not used to her "clues" yet. I don't trust her to leave her out yet (chewing!!!). And I never am sure if she is just wanting out to play or out to go do her business. Eventually, I hope, I figure it out.
On a good note, Lauren has, yet, another tooth coming through. The top right front.
7 miles=4-8mph, 0-3 incline, 65 minutes
I can't believe it's been a week since I last logged in here. Okay, I've been slacking I know.
Well, let's start off that we (myself, my mom, the boys, Lauren, and my sister) went to Ft. Rucker, Alabama to visit my husband. He is now a W1....Warrant Officer...the lowest rung of the ladder. But hey, he'll start climbing now.
It was a nice ceremony. It was in the Ft. Rucker Aviation museum. A small band played. We arrived a bit late since my husband said it was at 1:30pm and we arrived at 1pm and it just started. We didn't really have a place to sit since we were "late". We also had to get a camera. So Mom went and found a little souvenir shop and got one. We didn't get a picture of him getting pinned. It was too late. We just got after photos. That's okay. We did try the camera on the phone but those came out crappy!
Well, we had left at 4:30am from my sister's house. We picked up Mom at around 5am. The drive was nice. The anticipation of seeing new places always appeals to me. First real view of a new place was Shreveport, Louisiana. At first it looked like any other "po-dunk", then out of glaring sun you see glittering hotels. Sparkling like jewels of gold and silver. Ahh....Viva Las Veg...hmm...I mean Viva Las Shreveport! Yeah, those hotels were casinos! LOL! Nothing much else to see in Louisiana. Lots of road and trees. We finally crossed the state line into Mississippi. VICKSBURG! Oh, that was a very pretty place. As soon as you cross the Mississippi River, there was this beautiful but yet old place. It was so well landscaped. I would liked to have stopped there and seen the "old" place. The history was calling out to me. But we couldn't stop....no time to. We had a deadline to meet. Get to Alabama before 5pm. So on we went. Again, nothing much else to see. We went through Jackson, but it was like any other small city. No biggie. Then as soon as we crossed over into Alabama we got off the main interstate and took a "highway" to Montgomery. Okay, lots of two lanes and old people. Had to hang back until we could pass them. Ended up in Selma. Supposedly a historical place and the highway leading to Montgomery...historical also but we didn't have time to find out why. I'm thinking Martin Luther King, Jr. Anyway, got to Montgomery...RUSH HOUR TRAFFIC. UGH! That was no fun. That slowed us down immensely but we finally got through and headed south to Ft. Rucker. Again lots of road and trees. What amazed us though....was that we were soooooo close to the ocean but yet we were in the hills and mountains and lots of twisty-turny roads. We didn't expect to see that. Was that the tail end of the Smokies? Could have been. But we finally made it. Checked into our hotel. And trust me, I was never so glad to see the beds in our room. We didn't get to see Bobby. He was at a reception and really.....I think we were tooo pooped to care.
Anyway, it was nice to see Bobby. The boys enjoyed the hotel pool. LOL! They enjoyed the fact that we ate out almost every meal. LOL! Now they are spoiled....and wanted me to take them to McD's yesterday for dinner. LOL!
This morning, I had a bit of chaos. Poor Daisy. Last night, she wanted me to let her out of her kennel. I thought she was being ornery and was just wanting out to be out. Nope. She had to "go". This morning, I woke up to the smell of poo. I go into the bathroom and it hit me like a tidal wave. UGH! She had diarrhea. So I let her out immediately and took the kennel outside too. The boys just got done rinsing it out and is now sitting in the sun to dry. UGH! Poor Daisy. Bad, bad, bad Mommy! I'm just not used to her "clues" yet. I don't trust her to leave her out yet (chewing!!!). And I never am sure if she is just wanting out to play or out to go do her business. Eventually, I hope, I figure it out.
On a good note, Lauren has, yet, another tooth coming through. The top right front.
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Bullies Beware
Exercise:
7-10-06 7 miles
7-11-06 5.51 miles
MONDAY:
My day has started off BADLY! First, one of my sons doesn't know how to wipe properly and clogs MY toilet. So when I try to flush it....there's crap (literally) EVERYWHERE. And this was like 4:30 in the morning. My God! So I spent a good amount of time drying my bathroom floors. It STANK so badly! I had to spray bleach everywhere and now it has that hospital smell. UGH! Second, after drying my floors, I take all the filthy towels and bath mat to the wash to clean. My washer decides to be a pain in the hiney and just stops. Now it has been posessed for a few weeks now but it decides to konk out today!?!?! UGH! So after my run and shower, I unplug the washer and drain it myself. Once the boys got up and I fed Lauren we started loading my truck up to go to the laundromat. LOL! Eric unloads the washer of the filthy towels and such and puts them in a trash bag since they were still wet. LOL! This is funny....after he unloads the washer, he slams the door shut and the #$%^ washer starts working!!!!!! We rushed to put the wet clothes back in so the washer can finish the job. LOL! I'm now on a second load and the washer is working fine....until it decides to be a pain again. (Oh, and I still have 2 loads in the back of the truck just in case the washer decides the be the drama queen again. Better safe than sorry and I don't want to have to keep going back and forth loading and unloading the truck...LOL!)
Oh, there is more for today. Eric's stomach is still acting up. After loading the washer, he doubles over in pain again. I'm starting to worry. I really think it is the Concerta. I did a check and sure enough ABDOMINAL CRAMPS AND WEIGHTLOSS are on the top of side affects to look for. So after the washer drama, I've spent a good part of the morning on "hold" with the appointment line to make an appointment for him to see a doctor today. He'll be seen today after lunch. Thank the Good Lord! AND...I made an appointment for Lauren tomorrow for an ear exam. I think she is getting her first ear infection. She's grumpy and keeps tugging the left ear. That is the least of my worries. Talk about a Manic Monday!!
Just thought I'd catch up since I was sooooo busy yesterday.................
Today:
I finally got my response from my old, dear friend. She can't meet me tomorrow night because she has to work. UGH. I'm hoping Sunday evening. I might be tired from the drive but I don't care. I want to see her terribly.
I was a little upset last night. Eric had a Boy Scout meeting. No big deal. Right? Well, some older Scout was bullying him. I couldn't believe. Blatantly in front of the other kids but nobody noticed. From a distance, you would think they were just talking but I could tell from Eric's face that "all" wasn't right. Then I heard this same kid (evidently he didn't know I was Eric's mom) saying derogatory things about him. At first, I wanted to "get" the kid. But I know Eric is at that age that Mom will embarrass him. So what do I do? I'm seriously considering bringing this up at the next meeting with the Scout master. I just can't let this go. Eric is seeing a counselor because he was bullied his first year "here". They bullied him because he was overweight, because he has problems expressing himself (caused by the ADD), and because he struggled with the 4th grade. Now he is feeling better about himself and this kid decided to "smash" him down. I'll be damned if that kid ruins my son's spirit. Yeah, I'm talking to the Scout master. I know Eric will be embarrassed but Boy Scouts are supposed to stick together and help each other out. Not to belittle those whose spirit is weak and needs help to become stronger. Boy Scouts are supposed to be a good thing.....NOT A BAD THING!
Another note about scouts....We just found out that Eric's next camping trip is a canoeing trip. Oh, yes...he is going. Eric has never been canoeing and this will be his last "fun" camping trip until school starts.
7-10-06 7 miles
7-11-06 5.51 miles
MONDAY:
My day has started off BADLY! First, one of my sons doesn't know how to wipe properly and clogs MY toilet. So when I try to flush it....there's crap (literally) EVERYWHERE. And this was like 4:30 in the morning. My God! So I spent a good amount of time drying my bathroom floors. It STANK so badly! I had to spray bleach everywhere and now it has that hospital smell. UGH! Second, after drying my floors, I take all the filthy towels and bath mat to the wash to clean. My washer decides to be a pain in the hiney and just stops. Now it has been posessed for a few weeks now but it decides to konk out today!?!?! UGH! So after my run and shower, I unplug the washer and drain it myself. Once the boys got up and I fed Lauren we started loading my truck up to go to the laundromat. LOL! Eric unloads the washer of the filthy towels and such and puts them in a trash bag since they were still wet. LOL! This is funny....after he unloads the washer, he slams the door shut and the #$%^ washer starts working!!!!!! We rushed to put the wet clothes back in so the washer can finish the job. LOL! I'm now on a second load and the washer is working fine....until it decides to be a pain again. (Oh, and I still have 2 loads in the back of the truck just in case the washer decides the be the drama queen again. Better safe than sorry and I don't want to have to keep going back and forth loading and unloading the truck...LOL!)
Oh, there is more for today. Eric's stomach is still acting up. After loading the washer, he doubles over in pain again. I'm starting to worry. I really think it is the Concerta. I did a check and sure enough ABDOMINAL CRAMPS AND WEIGHTLOSS are on the top of side affects to look for. So after the washer drama, I've spent a good part of the morning on "hold" with the appointment line to make an appointment for him to see a doctor today. He'll be seen today after lunch. Thank the Good Lord! AND...I made an appointment for Lauren tomorrow for an ear exam. I think she is getting her first ear infection. She's grumpy and keeps tugging the left ear. That is the least of my worries. Talk about a Manic Monday!!
Just thought I'd catch up since I was sooooo busy yesterday.................
Today:
I finally got my response from my old, dear friend. She can't meet me tomorrow night because she has to work. UGH. I'm hoping Sunday evening. I might be tired from the drive but I don't care. I want to see her terribly.
I was a little upset last night. Eric had a Boy Scout meeting. No big deal. Right? Well, some older Scout was bullying him. I couldn't believe. Blatantly in front of the other kids but nobody noticed. From a distance, you would think they were just talking but I could tell from Eric's face that "all" wasn't right. Then I heard this same kid (evidently he didn't know I was Eric's mom) saying derogatory things about him. At first, I wanted to "get" the kid. But I know Eric is at that age that Mom will embarrass him. So what do I do? I'm seriously considering bringing this up at the next meeting with the Scout master. I just can't let this go. Eric is seeing a counselor because he was bullied his first year "here". They bullied him because he was overweight, because he has problems expressing himself (caused by the ADD), and because he struggled with the 4th grade. Now he is feeling better about himself and this kid decided to "smash" him down. I'll be damned if that kid ruins my son's spirit. Yeah, I'm talking to the Scout master. I know Eric will be embarrassed but Boy Scouts are supposed to stick together and help each other out. Not to belittle those whose spirit is weak and needs help to become stronger. Boy Scouts are supposed to be a good thing.....NOT A BAD THING!
Another note about scouts....We just found out that Eric's next camping trip is a canoeing trip. Oh, yes...he is going. Eric has never been canoeing and this will be his last "fun" camping trip until school starts.
Sunday, July 09, 2006
My Thoughts on Thoughts
Exercise:
7.05 miles=7-7.5mph, 62 minutes, 0-1 incline
Okay, realization occurs. I'm running. And I look down at the console, it says 7mph. This seemed kind of slow to me (at first). While running at the park, maybe it IS a 1 mile lap (or closer to a mile than I thought.) Maybe I was running faster than I thought and was making good time. So I'm ticking off in my head how long I'm usually at the park and how many laps I do. I would say that I was doing at least 7 miles. And I'm running at 7 or 7.5 mph. I was calculating the laps as 3/4ths of a mile. I'm betting now it was .90-1 mile. Dang, I wish I could measure that darn trail. (See.....the things I think about while running on a treadmill. LOL!)
7.05 miles=7-7.5mph, 62 minutes, 0-1 incline
Okay, realization occurs. I'm running. And I look down at the console, it says 7mph. This seemed kind of slow to me (at first). While running at the park, maybe it IS a 1 mile lap (or closer to a mile than I thought.) Maybe I was running faster than I thought and was making good time. So I'm ticking off in my head how long I'm usually at the park and how many laps I do. I would say that I was doing at least 7 miles. And I'm running at 7 or 7.5 mph. I was calculating the laps as 3/4ths of a mile. I'm betting now it was .90-1 mile. Dang, I wish I could measure that darn trail. (See.....the things I think about while running on a treadmill. LOL!)
The Furor!
Exercise:
Rest day...sort of. Mowed the lawn for 1.5 hours.
Soooo.....the boys have proven yet again that they can be very irresponsible. I'm outside sweatin' bullets, getting grass all over me, I'm a mosquito magnet, getting blisters on my hands from pushing the mower, and trying my darndest to not step in doggy-doo and red ant piles. All they have to do is play with and watch Lauren. That's it. Easy. So you'd think.
I'm tired. I have 3 inches thick of yard filth all over me. I forgot to close the back gate. So I go inside to tell Eric to close it while I am in front cleaning the mower and putting it away. What do I find when I walk in? No boys anywhere around. Lauren is crying. They were in the computer room....so far into what they were doing, didn't even "hear" her. You know that male gene that enables the species to conveniently not hear a thing? OMG! I'm already mad from yesterday. Do they yet want to try me again? So what do I do? I'm roaring. Literally. I'm red all over figuratively and literally (I mean, come on.....I just got done mowing the "@#$%^%*&^" yard.)
They are sooooooo grounded! For 4 weeks originally. After taking my shower, realized, "do I really want to ruin it for myself too?" So they are grounded till I mow the yard again. Let's see if they can prove themselves next time. I have half a mind to go to the movies by myself + Lauren. That'd teach'em! Go see the Pirates of the Caribbean and they can't. (Nana-nana-boo-boo! Tttthhhhhllllllppppppp!!!)
Rest day...sort of. Mowed the lawn for 1.5 hours.
Soooo.....the boys have proven yet again that they can be very irresponsible. I'm outside sweatin' bullets, getting grass all over me, I'm a mosquito magnet, getting blisters on my hands from pushing the mower, and trying my darndest to not step in doggy-doo and red ant piles. All they have to do is play with and watch Lauren. That's it. Easy. So you'd think.
I'm tired. I have 3 inches thick of yard filth all over me. I forgot to close the back gate. So I go inside to tell Eric to close it while I am in front cleaning the mower and putting it away. What do I find when I walk in? No boys anywhere around. Lauren is crying. They were in the computer room....so far into what they were doing, didn't even "hear" her. You know that male gene that enables the species to conveniently not hear a thing? OMG! I'm already mad from yesterday. Do they yet want to try me again? So what do I do? I'm roaring. Literally. I'm red all over figuratively and literally (I mean, come on.....I just got done mowing the "@#$%^%*&^" yard.)
They are sooooooo grounded! For 4 weeks originally. After taking my shower, realized, "do I really want to ruin it for myself too?" So they are grounded till I mow the yard again. Let's see if they can prove themselves next time. I have half a mind to go to the movies by myself + Lauren. That'd teach'em! Go see the Pirates of the Caribbean and they can't. (Nana-nana-boo-boo! Tttthhhhhllllllppppppp!!!)
Saturday, July 08, 2006
Can I Kill the Boys?
Can I kill the children? Can I? Can I?
I just found out that my dear, soon-to-be-departed (JK!) boys have been sneaking out their XBox and PS2 games to their friend's house and letting him "borrow" them. Well, that has come to bite them in the hiney. The "friend", a term I use lightly, has conveniently lost one XBox game, scratched up a PS2 game, lost the cover box to one XBox game, and let another friend "borrow" one of their games. And we don't know this "friend" so we can't get it back. Out of all those games, they got the one game with no cover box back. I'm so livid...I could kill! So they are both grounded until they can figure out how to pay me back in value for what those games were worth. Oh! And they aren't getting any new games for a long, long, long, long time.
So now I have Matthew sitting here crying because his summer is ruined!
Too bad, sooooo saaaaad. Boo-hoo!
Whatever.
I just found out that my dear, soon-to-be-departed (JK!) boys have been sneaking out their XBox and PS2 games to their friend's house and letting him "borrow" them. Well, that has come to bite them in the hiney. The "friend", a term I use lightly, has conveniently lost one XBox game, scratched up a PS2 game, lost the cover box to one XBox game, and let another friend "borrow" one of their games. And we don't know this "friend" so we can't get it back. Out of all those games, they got the one game with no cover box back. I'm so livid...I could kill! So they are both grounded until they can figure out how to pay me back in value for what those games were worth. Oh! And they aren't getting any new games for a long, long, long, long time.
So now I have Matthew sitting here crying because his summer is ruined!
Too bad, sooooo saaaaad. Boo-hoo!
Whatever.
Friday, July 07, 2006
The Chase!
Exercise:
7 miles=6.5-7.5mph, 61 minutes, 0-3 incline
Another blurb about THE dog. Yeah, she pushes her luck. It's really hard to not compare her to the best dog of all time. Okay, the best dog of MY time. Hoping to see the good....not the bad! Anyway, Daisy.....is going to get herself shot. If not by me, by someone else. That dang dog went through the screen on the screen door. I didn't even know until Matthew runs out of my room yelling that Daisy is loose. What? Loose? I look out the door and there she is! UGH! She discovered one of the many strays outside that live around us. Possibly because we own 5 cats, they think they belong here too. Puh-lease! So I go outside and use my prettiest singy-song voice to coerce the bad dog back to the house. "Heck no!," she's thinking. She just runs off. I growl out of frustration and hoping that would warn her that a beating is iminent. Nope. Didn't deter her one bit. She just scampers off farther, until......................she saw the dog two houses down. Ahhh! She stops and starts doing the chase along side the fence with this dog...back and forth. Back and forth. "This should be easy," so I thought. No! When she turned to chase the dog along the fence towards me, she would stop and hurriedly side-step around me. My God! She is a shephed dog and can do that. To stop and abruptly change direction if needed to "shepherd" sheep, cows, and other creatures that need to be redirected. UGH! And to top of my day......the neighbors next to me are sitting out on their porch watching the "show". Oh yeah, as I try to grab Daisy, I land on my face! And then I hear a "quiet" chuckle from the scene of debacle. Great. Finally, though, as Daisy tried to make another pass around me, I literally grabbed her muzzle and pulled her to me. She wimpered and whined. I wanted to beat her to an inch of her life. I was that angry. Instead though, I pick up her 40 lb. butt, and carry her to my house...just moments before the repair guys come and fix my treadmill.
7 miles=6.5-7.5mph, 61 minutes, 0-3 incline
Another blurb about THE dog. Yeah, she pushes her luck. It's really hard to not compare her to the best dog of all time. Okay, the best dog of MY time. Hoping to see the good....not the bad! Anyway, Daisy.....is going to get herself shot. If not by me, by someone else. That dang dog went through the screen on the screen door. I didn't even know until Matthew runs out of my room yelling that Daisy is loose. What? Loose? I look out the door and there she is! UGH! She discovered one of the many strays outside that live around us. Possibly because we own 5 cats, they think they belong here too. Puh-lease! So I go outside and use my prettiest singy-song voice to coerce the bad dog back to the house. "Heck no!," she's thinking. She just runs off. I growl out of frustration and hoping that would warn her that a beating is iminent. Nope. Didn't deter her one bit. She just scampers off farther, until......................she saw the dog two houses down. Ahhh! She stops and starts doing the chase along side the fence with this dog...back and forth. Back and forth. "This should be easy," so I thought. No! When she turned to chase the dog along the fence towards me, she would stop and hurriedly side-step around me. My God! She is a shephed dog and can do that. To stop and abruptly change direction if needed to "shepherd" sheep, cows, and other creatures that need to be redirected. UGH! And to top of my day......the neighbors next to me are sitting out on their porch watching the "show". Oh yeah, as I try to grab Daisy, I land on my face! And then I hear a "quiet" chuckle from the scene of debacle. Great. Finally, though, as Daisy tried to make another pass around me, I literally grabbed her muzzle and pulled her to me. She wimpered and whined. I wanted to beat her to an inch of her life. I was that angry. Instead though, I pick up her 40 lb. butt, and carry her to my house...just moments before the repair guys come and fix my treadmill.
Thursday, July 06, 2006
Another Day in the Life of Army Crap
Well, I got an interesting call from Bobby. I swear the Army can really "tick" me off!! Bobby just found out, and he's not for sure, that his orders are WRONG! His orders to Ft. Rucker are PCS (permanent change of station) and now he finds out they, maybe, they were supposed to be TDY (temporary duty). What does this mean to those of you in the civilian world? Well, PCS usually the family moves with but in our circumstance we (the kids and I) stayed because we didn't want to move them around toooo much since we didn't know where we would go after all those courses were done. TDY.....he would be given family separation pay, they'd reimburse his meals and lodging. In other words, we might be getting "screwed". He won't be able to find out until they get back from Georgia. Yeah, they had to fly there today for some reason. So it won't be until next week before he gets some answer.....and that's right before graduation. LOL! How convenient. Jerks!
Today, the repair guy comes to my house and fixes my beloved treadmill. Yes! I can't wait. I'm so excited. I get to re-awaken my "buddy". LOL!
Today, the repair guy comes to my house and fixes my beloved treadmill. Yes! I can't wait. I'm so excited. I get to re-awaken my "buddy". LOL!
Caution!
Caution!
Caution!
Caution!
Caution!
What do you mean use caution? She isn't mean? She really does like you? She cleans up after herself and will help wash everyone's faces if needed...or not. She enjoys company and plays catch. So what do you mean.....use caution? Okay. So she tried to bite you when you poked her with a needle. Okay. So she tried to bite you again when you were holding her still. She thought you were going to poke her again. She was a good girl when you gave her a treat. She wagged her tail when you walked by. She sat with a "smile" on her face while I was paying her bill. And she practically danced out the door when we left. She really isn't a mean dog......just don't poke her with a needle!
Yeah, she was naughty this morning. She bared teeth, growled, and tried to snap the veterinarian's hand off. Yep, she wasn't too happy. As soon as we got into "our" room, her attitude changed. Her ears flopped back, tail went down, and the fear of God entered her eyes. I don't think she likes going to the veterinarian's......at all. So now she has been permanently labeled.........a feral dog. Great. Just great.
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
Bruises!
Exercise:
50 minutes, elliptical
Another day. The day after Independence Day. The boys are sleeping in the living room. To them that is like camping out. Sort of. Camping out of their room, that is. LOL! They stayed up and watched our neighbors little fireworks show. They sat in the kitchen and watched from the windows. LOL! It was tooooo wet to go outside. That wasn't so bad EXCEPT our other neighbors decided to blast their Tejano music for everyone to hear while shooting off their fireworks. UGH! My bedroom wall was vibrating. It took me an hour to go to sleep. Yeah, I fell asleep when they shut off their music. Either they ran out of fireworks or some God Blessed person went over their house and told them to turn that "crap" off. Nothing against the Tejano music, but they could have been playing my favorite rock band and it would have been "ticking" me off.
Oh, I forgot to tell y'all......my baby got her first big "boo-boo"! A HUGE goose egg on her forehead above the left eye. She had just gotten done eating and I grabbed the tray from her high chair to rinse off. This is what I get for turning my back. She usually just sits their picking food off her bib or off her chair and eating it. But no! Not this time. She decides to stand up and take a dive out of it. As I'm rinsing the tray off, I hear a "thud". I turn around and rush to the table and their she is....face down. I pick her immediately and she starts screaming. OMG! It was awful. The goose egg just kept getting bigger and bigger and bigger. UGH! I felt so awful. I had Eric make a bag of ice to put on it but she didn't want none of it. I gave her some Tylenol for the headache I knew she was going to have. So we sat on the couch comforting each other. She with the big, huge, humongous bruise on her forehead and I with the big, huge, humongous bruise on my heart.
50 minutes, elliptical
Another day. The day after Independence Day. The boys are sleeping in the living room. To them that is like camping out. Sort of. Camping out of their room, that is. LOL! They stayed up and watched our neighbors little fireworks show. They sat in the kitchen and watched from the windows. LOL! It was tooooo wet to go outside. That wasn't so bad EXCEPT our other neighbors decided to blast their Tejano music for everyone to hear while shooting off their fireworks. UGH! My bedroom wall was vibrating. It took me an hour to go to sleep. Yeah, I fell asleep when they shut off their music. Either they ran out of fireworks or some God Blessed person went over their house and told them to turn that "crap" off. Nothing against the Tejano music, but they could have been playing my favorite rock band and it would have been "ticking" me off.
Oh, I forgot to tell y'all......my baby got her first big "boo-boo"! A HUGE goose egg on her forehead above the left eye. She had just gotten done eating and I grabbed the tray from her high chair to rinse off. This is what I get for turning my back. She usually just sits their picking food off her bib or off her chair and eating it. But no! Not this time. She decides to stand up and take a dive out of it. As I'm rinsing the tray off, I hear a "thud". I turn around and rush to the table and their she is....face down. I pick her immediately and she starts screaming. OMG! It was awful. The goose egg just kept getting bigger and bigger and bigger. UGH! I felt so awful. I had Eric make a bag of ice to put on it but she didn't want none of it. I gave her some Tylenol for the headache I knew she was going to have. So we sat on the couch comforting each other. She with the big, huge, humongous bruise on her forehead and I with the big, huge, humongous bruise on my heart.
Independence Day!!
Exercise:
7-3-06 65 minutes, elliptical
7-4-06 8 trail laps at park
Well, where have I been? I forgot all about posting on here. I've been posting at my fitness forum site. Need to get back on the ball here.
I spoke to Bobby last night. He said he spoke to his younger brother, Garrett, and he will be flying out for Bobby's graduation next week. Yea! I wonder how we are going to go about doing this. I mean, so that we can all spend time together and how long is Garrett staying....yada, yada, yada.
Lauren has been caught "dancing". Yeah, Eric turned the channel to Sesame Street and they (Elmo and Rosita) were singing this song. So Lauren crawled to the TV and pulled herself up and started doing the "shake your bootay" thing. I have to admit that when the theme song to Martha! comes on she gets all excited and will sway from side-to-side.
Last night, Eric got his first 2 achievement badges!! I freaked out! He earned them from summer camp and I thought he'd get those on the day we celebrated Court of Honor (when the boys progress from a new rank....Eric will go from Boy Scout to Tenderfoot). He got his Reptile badge and his Geology badge. He still has 4 things he has to do to get his Nature badge.
Not going to the Texas Land and Cattle anytime soon. Man! They are expensive. We went Sunday afternoon for lunch. Bad idea. After we sat down, found out that kids eat FREE on Saturday afternoons. UGH! They make a killing at that place. I ended up getting a wedge salad and 1/2 a turkey BLT (minus the bacon). And that was expensive and the cheapest thing I could find to fit a hungry person like me. If we ever go back, only on Saturday afternoons...kids eat free ya know. LOL!
Oh yeah! Bobby's TDY came in! Finally! Now I can pay the gas bill and his hotel bill! Yea! That made my 4th of July!
7-3-06 65 minutes, elliptical
7-4-06 8 trail laps at park
Well, where have I been? I forgot all about posting on here. I've been posting at my fitness forum site. Need to get back on the ball here.
I spoke to Bobby last night. He said he spoke to his younger brother, Garrett, and he will be flying out for Bobby's graduation next week. Yea! I wonder how we are going to go about doing this. I mean, so that we can all spend time together and how long is Garrett staying....yada, yada, yada.
Lauren has been caught "dancing". Yeah, Eric turned the channel to Sesame Street and they (Elmo and Rosita) were singing this song. So Lauren crawled to the TV and pulled herself up and started doing the "shake your bootay" thing. I have to admit that when the theme song to Martha! comes on she gets all excited and will sway from side-to-side.
Last night, Eric got his first 2 achievement badges!! I freaked out! He earned them from summer camp and I thought he'd get those on the day we celebrated Court of Honor (when the boys progress from a new rank....Eric will go from Boy Scout to Tenderfoot). He got his Reptile badge and his Geology badge. He still has 4 things he has to do to get his Nature badge.
Not going to the Texas Land and Cattle anytime soon. Man! They are expensive. We went Sunday afternoon for lunch. Bad idea. After we sat down, found out that kids eat FREE on Saturday afternoons. UGH! They make a killing at that place. I ended up getting a wedge salad and 1/2 a turkey BLT (minus the bacon). And that was expensive and the cheapest thing I could find to fit a hungry person like me. If we ever go back, only on Saturday afternoons...kids eat free ya know. LOL!
Oh yeah! Bobby's TDY came in! Finally! Now I can pay the gas bill and his hotel bill! Yea! That made my 4th of July!
Sunday, July 02, 2006
Click!!!
We just got back from watching this movie. I just want to say that.......that this was the best Adam Sandler movie EVER!!! First.....I laughed so hard I almost peed myself and cried from laughing so hard. Second.....it has a moral. Yes, there is a moral to this movie! Third.....Adam Sandler is hot! Fourth.....you'll see some of his "friends" from his other movies...(yes, Rob Schneider is in there! LOL!) Fifth.....once we walked out, I was so happy and felt so good. It's a feel good movie and makes you want to hug your kids harder and make love to your spouse longer. (Watch the movie and you'll understand why I said that...LOL!) And Sixth.....and it will make you cry for real not just from laughter. Heart wrenching....this movie had it all!
Oh, and David Hasselhoff was hilarious and I will never buy an overly large, overstuffed duck! (wink, wink!)
Oh, and David Hasselhoff was hilarious and I will never buy an overly large, overstuffed duck! (wink, wink!)
Saturday, July 01, 2006
No Boring Saturdays For Me
Exercise:
Rest day...sort of.
I plan on taking the kids to the park so I can walk/jog/run....whatever. No elliptical today since I think I did for 5 straight days...LOL! I just can't push Lauren while running because it puts a strain on my already sore back. That is where Eric comes in....he can watch his sister.
I can't believe it....I weighed in at 149! That is a big number! I have finally left the cuffs of the 150's that have held me for so long. It's a nice feeling.
Bobby called last night. I get so depressed when I talk to him. I feel myself tighten up and I get that anxiety feeling everytime. Like the world is about to end. It has nothing to do about him being gone but about how he feels when he is gone. All I want to hear is how he misses us...not how life is so great without us. Why? No kids driving him nuts. No financial worries. Nothing. Yeah, I guess life would be great if I didn't have to do anything but study. Do I sound a little bitter? I guess I am.
I'm trying to figure out what we should do today besides going to the park. I know a WalMart trip is in order. I'm out of apples. LOL! And yogurt. I might just say "screw it" and go to the movies to see CLICK. I don't like sitting at home. Never have. I'd drive Bobby nuts about going places when he would rather "veg" and be hypnotized by his computer. It's just hard to find things to do when you are saving money. And the park is always free.
Oh, and something occured to me. I can't breastfeed Lauren the next 4 days. I forgot to tell the doctor about my breastfeeding and I'm taking Provera. I looked it up and sure enough it says to not breastfeed because they aren't sure about the effects to an infant. UGH! Great! So I'll be doing a LOT of breast pumping to keep my milk supply up. And poor Lauren will have to take a little bit of formula for a while. Thankfully, I have some breastmilk in the freezer. Saved some for a day like this!
Rest day...sort of.
I plan on taking the kids to the park so I can walk/jog/run....whatever. No elliptical today since I think I did for 5 straight days...LOL! I just can't push Lauren while running because it puts a strain on my already sore back. That is where Eric comes in....he can watch his sister.
I can't believe it....I weighed in at 149! That is a big number! I have finally left the cuffs of the 150's that have held me for so long. It's a nice feeling.
Bobby called last night. I get so depressed when I talk to him. I feel myself tighten up and I get that anxiety feeling everytime. Like the world is about to end. It has nothing to do about him being gone but about how he feels when he is gone. All I want to hear is how he misses us...not how life is so great without us. Why? No kids driving him nuts. No financial worries. Nothing. Yeah, I guess life would be great if I didn't have to do anything but study. Do I sound a little bitter? I guess I am.
I'm trying to figure out what we should do today besides going to the park. I know a WalMart trip is in order. I'm out of apples. LOL! And yogurt. I might just say "screw it" and go to the movies to see CLICK. I don't like sitting at home. Never have. I'd drive Bobby nuts about going places when he would rather "veg" and be hypnotized by his computer. It's just hard to find things to do when you are saving money. And the park is always free.
Oh, and something occured to me. I can't breastfeed Lauren the next 4 days. I forgot to tell the doctor about my breastfeeding and I'm taking Provera. I looked it up and sure enough it says to not breastfeed because they aren't sure about the effects to an infant. UGH! Great! So I'll be doing a LOT of breast pumping to keep my milk supply up. And poor Lauren will have to take a little bit of formula for a while. Thankfully, I have some breastmilk in the freezer. Saved some for a day like this!
Bloody Friday!
Exercise:
65 minutes, elliptical
It's been a busy, busy, busy morning. UGH! Spent most of our morning at the hospital. My gosh! We got there when the pharmacy opened and it was already busy! Geeeeeeez! We spent in hour there. Theeeeeeen....we went to the laboratory to get my initial blood draw so I can start the progesterone. I think they screwed up! My doctor said to make sure I tell them that I'm there for the first test...not the second. Well....I did. Then I told the phlebotomist too! She looked at me strangely because she said that she has 2 orders here. Uh-oh! So when I got home, I tried calling the laboratory. Why didn't I just stay and talk to the receptionist? Uhhhh.....I already said that place was busy..including the lab. It took 30 minutes for them to call my name and I was only 2 people away from my call number. It was crazy. Lots of preggo women there for their glucose test, I tell ya! Soooo.....I wasn't staying there again to wait. Lauren was already tested above and beyond. Poor thing was bored senseless and she was not going to tolerate more waiting. Back to what I was trying to say.......I tried calling the laboratory. I guess they are so freaking busy nobody can answer the phone. So I call my clinic and asked for the lab there. Again....no answer! I'm fuming. I need to find out if they screwed up and are doing both tests. It won't affect the initial blood screen. They'll just have to throw out the second test, not the first. And if they did screw up, I need to have my doctor order me another test when my 21 days are up. This is a load of crap! UGH!
Thank God it is Friday, or I swear I might go postal! LOL!
65 minutes, elliptical
It's been a busy, busy, busy morning. UGH! Spent most of our morning at the hospital. My gosh! We got there when the pharmacy opened and it was already busy! Geeeeeeez! We spent in hour there. Theeeeeeen....we went to the laboratory to get my initial blood draw so I can start the progesterone. I think they screwed up! My doctor said to make sure I tell them that I'm there for the first test...not the second. Well....I did. Then I told the phlebotomist too! She looked at me strangely because she said that she has 2 orders here. Uh-oh! So when I got home, I tried calling the laboratory. Why didn't I just stay and talk to the receptionist? Uhhhh.....I already said that place was busy..including the lab. It took 30 minutes for them to call my name and I was only 2 people away from my call number. It was crazy. Lots of preggo women there for their glucose test, I tell ya! Soooo.....I wasn't staying there again to wait. Lauren was already tested above and beyond. Poor thing was bored senseless and she was not going to tolerate more waiting. Back to what I was trying to say.......I tried calling the laboratory. I guess they are so freaking busy nobody can answer the phone. So I call my clinic and asked for the lab there. Again....no answer! I'm fuming. I need to find out if they screwed up and are doing both tests. It won't affect the initial blood screen. They'll just have to throw out the second test, not the first. And if they did screw up, I need to have my doctor order me another test when my 21 days are up. This is a load of crap! UGH!
Thank God it is Friday, or I swear I might go postal! LOL!
Friday, June 30, 2006
Photo Contest!
This is the picture she wants to submit!I can't believe I forgot to mention this!....DUH!!! At the WalMart photo place, the photographer asked if she could submit one of Lauren's photos in a contest. Like....heck, yeah! Um...this has happened before....with Matthew!! Anyway, she loved this one photo and said that if it wins she'll get like another "star" or something and Lauren's photo would be in most of the WalMart stores. LOL! I'm not getting hopes up...like I did with Matthew. But it was nice to hear how cute your child is...even if she wasn't at her best. LOL!
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