Just got back from washing my car. $10 and a lot of scrubbing later and the egg has been removed. Yep, I got egged last night. One egg, down the back of my Expedition. Man, if I was a carwash owner I think I would pay off teenagers to go around town egging people - that stuff is HARD to get off! I didn't even wash my entire car, just the egg spot and I had to keep feeding the machine. Of course, the fact that it had been baking all day didn't help.
And I have the weirdest sixth sense. I promise, it's the most bizarre thing. I went to bed a little after midnight last night - and as I was walking into the bedroom I just had this vision of some teenagers around my car and a sense they were messing with it. Instead of climbing into bed I walked to the window and looked out the blinds to check on my car. There was no one there and then I just kinda brushed it off, had a fleeting thought that I should probably start parking in the driveway again, and went to bed. And this morning I didn't even think about it. As I was driving to work I noticed something on the bottom of my back window but it was such a crazy morning and I was in a rush to get in the office. So when I got to work I forgot about it and never even looked. I noticed it as I was leaving the office. As soon as I saw my car across the parking lot I knew it was egg and I remembered last night. ..it was just weird because I had a thought that something was going to happen!
Like I said, I know it sounds crazy. It even sounds crazy to me. Really. But we don't live in an unsafe area. Nothing has ever happened. And there aren't a lot of teenagers around. Not like they run the neighborhood and mess with stuff. So this isn't anything I've thought about before - it was completely random. And accurate. That happens to me a lot.
I don't know what that is but I need to figure it out and then try to use it to win the lottery....
Friday, July 15, 2011
My Hearts On Fire...
Guess who woke up at 6:20? This wouldn’t be so bad except we leave the house at 6:45. I scrambled around and got Benny and the kids sent off and then threw myself together. I was running behind but I still managed to make it to work before 8. That’s the benefit of getting to work way early; you can be late and still be on time.
I was in such a hurry I had no time to find something to wear – I grabbed a little sundress and threw a sweater over it…not real happy with that decision. I feel way casual. And I’m wearing flipflops. They’re dressy flipflops, not the plastic ones, but still I feel weird wearing flipflops.
I’m almost done with M’s poem. I have never waited this long to have it done. I usually have everything in place by June, so it’s throwing me off. Honestly though, since I started my new job everything has been behind– I’m still trying to catch up. But I’m going to finish it today and send it out. Thankful that I was able to devote some time to it last night and really give it the attention it deserves.
We went shopping last night too. Just me and M – that was our first shopping trip together. Grocery stores and WalMart don’t count as shopping to me – that’s just running errands. We had fun and she did pretty well. I got some interesting commentary while I was trying stuff on, I’m sure all the other shoppers enjoyed that. She was especially loud about telling me which shirts showed my “brawl”. By the time we hit the second store she was close to being done…but that fitting room had a huge bench in it, so she climbed up on “stage” and entertained everyone with her rendition of Justin Bieber’s song Baby. Which is really funny because the only thing she sings is “Baaaaby, baaaaby ohhhhh”. Over and over. And I literally mean that is the only thing she sings, ever. She’s forgotten that any other song exists. Part of that is her absolute devotion to Justin Bieber and the undying belief that they will get married.
And I totally get that...I must have sang "giddy up oom poppa omm poppa mow mow" over a million times. Of course, I didn't want to marry any of the Oak Ridge Boys. Nope, I was saving my heart for a couple of the guys on my Dad's softball team.
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Growth Is Good (unless it's growth of the gut)
Things are rockin and rollin and I am SO pumped! I got some quality academic mentors hired and our tutoring/study lab is full of activity. I just walked by and they were all just working away. I LOVE it! I get excited by the littlest things….but really, it is so rewarding to actually see things coming together and to think that our program is making a difference.
I am hungry! This is week 2 (minus the weekend) of Slimfast and after the first couple of days I adjusted to not eating during the day. But today I am starving! Right now what I want more than anything in the world are french fries. And a big, fat, juicy hamburger. Ugh, when I go bad, I go REALLY bad. But I will remain strong and resist…
I don’t think I have lost one pound. In fact, the other day I looked down and my tummy actually looked a tiny bit bigger. What is that?
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Half Day
It was back to the Slimfast this week. I didn't do it over the weekend because I really didn't want the girls to see me skipping meals. I know technically it's not skipping, it's a liquid meal, but I still don't think that's a habit or lifestyle I want to introduce them to. There is enough pressure and stereotypes placed on young girls - I don't want to add to that. I try to be really careful about the messages I send. I don't want them to grow believing their value is in the way they look. I also don't want them to believe that perfection is the standard - that perfection is the only standard worthy of value or love. If women want their daughters to grow up loving themselves, then they need to teach their daughters how to do that. Little girls love their Mommies. They believe their Mommy is the prettiest, most beautiful Mommy in the world. So when they hear their Mommy talk about how ugly or fat she is then she is taught a different standard of beautiful. So when a little girl points out to her Mommy that her tummy is not flat, she isn't doing it as a criticism - it's an innocent observation she has made about the most beautiful woman she knows.
I have to be careful because I have a self deprecating sense of humor so sometimes I want to say things to be funny and I have to catch myself...of course, I'm self deprecating about everything, not just my body. And sometimes people don't get that sense of humor. There have been comments from some that don't understand and I guess I can see that they may take it like low self-esteem or whatever...but it's actually just the opposite. I'm comfortable enough with myself to poke fun at myself...in fact, there is no one I enjoy making fun of more. Plus, I know it's safe because very rarely do I get offended by myself.
Sooo, no Slimfast over the weekend. And I missed my workout on Monday. That was really just a blessing with the whole water issue. Really, I wouldn't have been able to go to work like that - there is just no way. And I really, really needed to be at work. So, thank goodness for that missed workout. I did workout this morning, but only half because I snoozed and was running late so I didn't have time to get it all in. We have a really tight morning schedule so there was no wiggle room...
I had every intention of working out tonight but here I am...after dinner, clean up and getting kids to bed, I'm just done. I'm thinking of my dear friend Brina and her level of dedication and commitment...and I'm thinking I should shut this down and pick up some weights...Must. Do. It.
I have to be careful because I have a self deprecating sense of humor so sometimes I want to say things to be funny and I have to catch myself...of course, I'm self deprecating about everything, not just my body. And sometimes people don't get that sense of humor. There have been comments from some that don't understand and I guess I can see that they may take it like low self-esteem or whatever...but it's actually just the opposite. I'm comfortable enough with myself to poke fun at myself...in fact, there is no one I enjoy making fun of more. Plus, I know it's safe because very rarely do I get offended by myself.
Sooo, no Slimfast over the weekend. And I missed my workout on Monday. That was really just a blessing with the whole water issue. Really, I wouldn't have been able to go to work like that - there is just no way. And I really, really needed to be at work. So, thank goodness for that missed workout. I did workout this morning, but only half because I snoozed and was running late so I didn't have time to get it all in. We have a really tight morning schedule so there was no wiggle room...
I had every intention of working out tonight but here I am...after dinner, clean up and getting kids to bed, I'm just done. I'm thinking of my dear friend Brina and her level of dedication and commitment...and I'm thinking I should shut this down and pick up some weights...Must. Do. It.
Monday, July 11, 2011
Gross, Gross, Gross
I feel so nasty. I went to take a shower this morning and no water. Main water line break, the city guys were working on it. Good for them and everybody that could shower after it was fixed. Not so good for those of us that shower before the sun comes up. I just feel so gross if I don't shower. I know lots of people don't shower every day but I have to or I don't feel clean. And I had to run around and find some pants to wear since I couldn't shave...so I stink and my legs are prickly.
We drove to Eufaula yesterday. Just a turn-around trip, business not leisure. We've been having major issues with the dock we purchased. It's been really frustrating. It has been from the very beginning. Almost a year into the process - it took forever to actually get it set and then once they did there was some damage to the walkway, it had been bent when they were setting it. And the walkway was shorter than what we had wanted. And then it floated off because the poles they used were too short. So now, it's been crashing against the bank, a crumpled mess. Docks are incredibly expensive, we shopped around and were able to buy a used one but still it was a 5 digit figure. For a USED dock! And of course, the dock company has been paid in full so the owner doesn't return phone calls or texts. Why should he, he already has his money, right? So we've given him chance after chance and now we're at the litigation point. We tried everything to avoid it but that's what it's come to. So we drove down to take pictures of what is suppose to be our dock. Because of the lack of walkway it is a really steep incline so Morgan and I sat way up on the bank. It was a good thing too; Benny lost his footing and fell. He survived with a few minor cuts - I think my camera took the brunt of the damage. Thank goodness it will still take pictures but a piece broke off and apparently it's important for the zoom feature, because those pictures are messed up.
Whoever said nothing good happens after midnight is SO right! I was up way past midnight last night and the only thing happening was laundry. I used to have late nights that actually did involve good things - and detergent and dryer sheets were not part of those experiences. Except for that one time...
We drove to Eufaula yesterday. Just a turn-around trip, business not leisure. We've been having major issues with the dock we purchased. It's been really frustrating. It has been from the very beginning. Almost a year into the process - it took forever to actually get it set and then once they did there was some damage to the walkway, it had been bent when they were setting it. And the walkway was shorter than what we had wanted. And then it floated off because the poles they used were too short. So now, it's been crashing against the bank, a crumpled mess. Docks are incredibly expensive, we shopped around and were able to buy a used one but still it was a 5 digit figure. For a USED dock! And of course, the dock company has been paid in full so the owner doesn't return phone calls or texts. Why should he, he already has his money, right? So we've given him chance after chance and now we're at the litigation point. We tried everything to avoid it but that's what it's come to. So we drove down to take pictures of what is suppose to be our dock. Because of the lack of walkway it is a really steep incline so Morgan and I sat way up on the bank. It was a good thing too; Benny lost his footing and fell. He survived with a few minor cuts - I think my camera took the brunt of the damage. Thank goodness it will still take pictures but a piece broke off and apparently it's important for the zoom feature, because those pictures are messed up.
Whoever said nothing good happens after midnight is SO right! I was up way past midnight last night and the only thing happening was laundry. I used to have late nights that actually did involve good things - and detergent and dryer sheets were not part of those experiences. Except for that one time...
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Mad House
The good news about this morning is that I got to sleep in. M got in bed with me about 6:30 but I threatened to kick her out if she didn't lay down and stay still. During the week it's a job to wake that kid up but on the weekends she's up and ready to go at the crack of dawn. Every single weekend. Even though every Friday night when I put her to bed I tell her tomorrow is a stay at home day and that means when she wakes up she needs to roll over, close her eyes and go back to sleep. Apparently, the thinks the rolling over stuff needs to happen in my bed. And she doesn't just slip in bed with me - no, she wakes me up to tell me she's getting in my bed.
I was feeling really restless last night and stayed up entirely too late so Mommy was not ready to get up. So I barked out my threat and fell back asleep. Then a little after 7 she woke me up to tell me M2 was crying. So I got up. M2 was not crying. She was actually just chillin in her crib. M, however, knows that will get me up and out of bed. But it was after 7 anyway so time to start the day. I did get to sleep in later than usual but I am so looking forward to the day when I can break the 9:00 mark.
I attempted to make omelets for breakfast. I've never made them before. I'm not a very good cook, so that was strike one. And while I was cooking M2 kept trying to get under the big shirt I was wearing - like it was a tent or something. And the more I pulled her out from under my shirt the funnier she thought it was. Distracted by small child, strike two. So we ended up with weird cheesy scrambled eggs instead.
I manage to get us all at the table, ready to eat and M2 spills her juice. So I pull off the tablecloth, get it all cleaned up and everyone set up again. Then M starts squirming around. Which only means one thing so I sent her to the bathroom. A few minutes later she shouts "Mommy, come look at my poop!" Um, no thank you?
So M2 and I are eating and all the sudden I feel something ice cold in my lap. M2 had spilled her water and it had somehow managed to fly into my lap and down my leg. Really, there was barely any on the table -it just projectiled onto me. So I get myself all cleaned up and M2 another drink.
And M is still in the bathroom. By this time she is done with business, she's just in there playing around. So I go in to get her to wrap it up. She trys to stall by convincing me that I need to wipe her. She's totally capable of doing it herself, she just doesn't want to. According to her philosophy, Mommies are meant for three things: cooking, kisses,and wiping behinds. I'm good with the first two. She used half a roll of toilet paper, but she did it herself.
So finally, the messes are cleaned up, our bodily functions have been taken care of, and we are at the table to eat. M starts eating her eggs and says "Mommy, something happened to make cheese in our eggs!" She was super impressed and said I was very smart for adding cheese. I think I'm very smart for surviving that breakfast...
I was feeling really restless last night and stayed up entirely too late so Mommy was not ready to get up. So I barked out my threat and fell back asleep. Then a little after 7 she woke me up to tell me M2 was crying. So I got up. M2 was not crying. She was actually just chillin in her crib. M, however, knows that will get me up and out of bed. But it was after 7 anyway so time to start the day. I did get to sleep in later than usual but I am so looking forward to the day when I can break the 9:00 mark.
I attempted to make omelets for breakfast. I've never made them before. I'm not a very good cook, so that was strike one. And while I was cooking M2 kept trying to get under the big shirt I was wearing - like it was a tent or something. And the more I pulled her out from under my shirt the funnier she thought it was. Distracted by small child, strike two. So we ended up with weird cheesy scrambled eggs instead.
I manage to get us all at the table, ready to eat and M2 spills her juice. So I pull off the tablecloth, get it all cleaned up and everyone set up again. Then M starts squirming around. Which only means one thing so I sent her to the bathroom. A few minutes later she shouts "Mommy, come look at my poop!" Um, no thank you?
So M2 and I are eating and all the sudden I feel something ice cold in my lap. M2 had spilled her water and it had somehow managed to fly into my lap and down my leg. Really, there was barely any on the table -it just projectiled onto me. So I get myself all cleaned up and M2 another drink.
And M is still in the bathroom. By this time she is done with business, she's just in there playing around. So I go in to get her to wrap it up. She trys to stall by convincing me that I need to wipe her. She's totally capable of doing it herself, she just doesn't want to. According to her philosophy, Mommies are meant for three things: cooking, kisses,and wiping behinds. I'm good with the first two. She used half a roll of toilet paper, but she did it herself.
So finally, the messes are cleaned up, our bodily functions have been taken care of, and we are at the table to eat. M starts eating her eggs and says "Mommy, something happened to make cheese in our eggs!" She was super impressed and said I was very smart for adding cheese. I think I'm very smart for surviving that breakfast...
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Sunk
So we were in the pool and I was laying down on a floaty and Morgan swims up to me and says "Mommy, your tummy looks really flat." I laughed because it was such a random thing for her to say, and I said "My tummy looks flat?" because I wasn't really sure that's what she said. And she responded with "Yeah, but only because you're laying down, the other times it isn't. "
Oh my gosh, that kid cracks me up! I love that kids just say whatever is on their mind. Except when she says whatever to or about random strangers - then it's just embarrassing.
And just so it doesn't sound like I'm some super obsessed freak with body image issues (really, I'm not and don't) but the only reason Morgan knows anything about flat tummies is because she has seen me exercise and she likes to do (in 4 year old style) the ab exercises with me. And when she asked why I do those I told her that's what you have to do to have a flat tummy....so no obsessed freak with body image issues here. Promise.
Oh my gosh, that kid cracks me up! I love that kids just say whatever is on their mind. Except when she says whatever to or about random strangers - then it's just embarrassing.
And just so it doesn't sound like I'm some super obsessed freak with body image issues (really, I'm not and don't) but the only reason Morgan knows anything about flat tummies is because she has seen me exercise and she likes to do (in 4 year old style) the ab exercises with me. And when she asked why I do those I told her that's what you have to do to have a flat tummy....so no obsessed freak with body image issues here. Promise.
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