Today is a day that we, as a family, just like most families, have been planning and preping for well since last year. We normally make a short trip to my husbands families to feast and gorge and then have dessert (pie anyone?). This year our plans changed, then changed again, changed back and maybe had another twist in the plot.
The weather has kept us home--and as much as I love spending time with my in-laws and family friends, it is really nice to just stay home and be still for a change (okay really not still, but unable to leave the house). I have already accomplished some goals for the weekend and plan on spending some time reading Little Women while cuddled up under a blanket.
The kids have been enjoying their humble load of gifts and finding other gifts from days gone by to use as well.
Martin is fully enjoying his lego sets and the lego brick builder magazine he reseaved (a magazine that will come every 2 months with legos, guess that will keep him busy all year long) Maybe someday he will join my brother in building or maybe enginering or something that pays him well so he can put us in a good home someday.
Poppy has been bouncing back and forth from one thing to another, flitting as only she does best. She was gifted a new bedding set which means she will be taking on a "new" big girl bed. She is elated. It's like a whole new room for her and she keeps checking it out. She keeps "writing" in her diary too, I'm sure she is noting details about how wonderful this Christmas is turning out to be. Or maybe she has been inspired by her all time favorite musical Mama Mia and is just writing dot dot dot. (only hoping she is not implying the same meaning to dot dot dot)
Adam is doing this and that and I believe it is his Christmas wish to get some wii time in. I'm sure he will be succesful.
I will end this little holiday tribute with a wish for you, who is reading this, may the coming year bring unexpeceted moments that you will charish for always.
Merry Christmas to you.
Friday, December 25, 2009
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Purging
No--I'm not talking about me having bulimia. I'm talking about the fact that I am actually getting rid of the junk that has been overtaking our home. I am a collector and a saver and maybe a border line hoarder...but I gave myself permission to just throw it away and so far, it's been working out really great.
I am tossing out all those little things that I have no idea what they are for that I had saved in hopes that someday someone would know and then I could come to the rescue with a triumphant *Ta-DA* (insert magical sounding music here) here is the item of which you speak. I am hoping that this cleaning it out streak last a while and that I don't start to turn the corner and become all sentimental over things and go back to my stashing away ways.
I think this disorder must be in my blood--my fathers mother is a pack rat and I hate to admit it, but I believe I am as well. I have joined a program for people like myself and with the guidance of people who know, I am hoping I can recover and begin to live the full life I wish to have--instead of the life full of crap.
I have
I am tossing out all those little things that I have no idea what they are for that I had saved in hopes that someday someone would know and then I could come to the rescue with a triumphant *Ta-DA* (insert magical sounding music here) here is the item of which you speak. I am hoping that this cleaning it out streak last a while and that I don't start to turn the corner and become all sentimental over things and go back to my stashing away ways.
I think this disorder must be in my blood--my fathers mother is a pack rat and I hate to admit it, but I believe I am as well. I have joined a program for people like myself and with the guidance of people who know, I am hoping I can recover and begin to live the full life I wish to have--instead of the life full of crap.
I have
Sunday, November 22, 2009
New Goal
My new goal is to weigh less at the end of this year than I did at the beginning. So far I'm doing okay, but have to make it through the holidays.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Brush with Death
I believe I almost met my maker this morning. I had extream chest pains and difficulty breathing. I was light headed and my legs we completely unstable. I think I may have blacked out for a moment--I have know idea of how I got home. See riding a bike with a trolly toting 60+ pounds is not good for your health--but very good for the imagination I guess.
Me and my big ideas--today Marty's school was participating in Walk to School day--so I got the idea that riding bike would be faster. Again, Me and My Big Ideas. First thing I had to pull the bike and trolley out of the garage. Fill all the tires with air (some of them the job required me to repeat my actions). The get the two children in the cart & buckled in--bike helments on. Then ride the bike and all the child weight and mine the .08 miles to the school. Not bad. But coming home, the down hill becomes an up hill and that was hell. I thought I was in shape. That was a slap in the face and a tack in my inflated ego. Part of me wants to try it again so I can get stronger and prove to myself that I am cable--but oh, man I am pretty sure there is a stronger part of my brain that takes on a certain ethnic tone and says "I don't think so". I really hope that is the stronger than my big ideas.
Sometimes I think I need to hire that cricket from the movie and it will be his job to tell me NO. If we would have just walked to school, I would feel a bit tired, but good. This feeling is not good. Okay, so I didn't really almost die--I do have a tendency to be a little dramatic--just a little--but I don't think this is the kind of training I want to put myself through. This type of push may work for some people, but I know myself and it will send me running in the other direction. Maybe I should try just biking on my own again. I need a nap.
Me and my big ideas--today Marty's school was participating in Walk to School day--so I got the idea that riding bike would be faster. Again, Me and My Big Ideas. First thing I had to pull the bike and trolley out of the garage. Fill all the tires with air (some of them the job required me to repeat my actions). The get the two children in the cart & buckled in--bike helments on. Then ride the bike and all the child weight and mine the .08 miles to the school. Not bad. But coming home, the down hill becomes an up hill and that was hell. I thought I was in shape. That was a slap in the face and a tack in my inflated ego. Part of me wants to try it again so I can get stronger and prove to myself that I am cable--but oh, man I am pretty sure there is a stronger part of my brain that takes on a certain ethnic tone and says "I don't think so". I really hope that is the stronger than my big ideas.
Sometimes I think I need to hire that cricket from the movie and it will be his job to tell me NO. If we would have just walked to school, I would feel a bit tired, but good. This feeling is not good. Okay, so I didn't really almost die--I do have a tendency to be a little dramatic--just a little--but I don't think this is the kind of training I want to put myself through. This type of push may work for some people, but I know myself and it will send me running in the other direction. Maybe I should try just biking on my own again. I need a nap.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
One box of Rice-a-ronni
Last night for evening meal (supper, dinner, what have you) I was in charge of making sides to go along with the lovely piece of salmon we were having. A few weeks back we took part in a sale of buy a lot get something for free (the rice-a-roni was the buy a lot part) so I decided I was going to make that--but we only had one box of the "flavor" I figured would pair well with our fish. I did not know what I was going to do. Would there be enough for our family of 4--2 adults and 2 children?
I grew up in and still belong to (plus gained with marriage) families that make way too much food--would hate to have anyone go hungry. There is always so much of everything. Good things too (wouldn't it be wonderful to have family that can not cook and you never wanted to eat their bounty) Some may call it hospitality, I call it a disorder (isn't everything some time of disorder nowadays?) This disorder is bad--it cause puffiness to all who succumb to the defeating questions or demands of "Did you get enough to eat" or "Don't be afraid to take seconds, I made plenty" I am normally rendered powerless to these and other familiar phrases. This disorder causes delusions of mass quantity--it causes the maker of foods to think they are feeding armies verses a mere catholic family.
So would one box of Rice-A-Ronni be enough. It was--and there were left over (lots of them) of all things. Left-overs from one single box of the stuff. There was a time in our food obsessed/oblivious/addicted past that the hubs and I would have polished off the whole box, just the two of us along with the amount of salmon that the whole family feasted on (and there was a bit left of that as well).
One small step for man, one giant accomplishment for me. Or a realization more so. I've been stuck in a silly old rut and have been trying to get myself out of it--trying to get back to counting points and measuring food amount exactly (all which do work, but really how livable are those techniques when we are talking forever). I have decided to take the highroad or the road less traveled. I am going to go with sensibility. Eat sensibly, move sensibly and lose sensibly (lost 0.8 this week). What a concept--think I could make millions if I market it right?
I grew up in and still belong to (plus gained with marriage) families that make way too much food--would hate to have anyone go hungry. There is always so much of everything. Good things too (wouldn't it be wonderful to have family that can not cook and you never wanted to eat their bounty) Some may call it hospitality, I call it a disorder (isn't everything some time of disorder nowadays?) This disorder is bad--it cause puffiness to all who succumb to the defeating questions or demands of "Did you get enough to eat" or "Don't be afraid to take seconds, I made plenty" I am normally rendered powerless to these and other familiar phrases. This disorder causes delusions of mass quantity--it causes the maker of foods to think they are feeding armies verses a mere catholic family.
So would one box of Rice-A-Ronni be enough. It was--and there were left over (lots of them) of all things. Left-overs from one single box of the stuff. There was a time in our food obsessed/oblivious/addicted past that the hubs and I would have polished off the whole box, just the two of us along with the amount of salmon that the whole family feasted on (and there was a bit left of that as well).
One small step for man, one giant accomplishment for me. Or a realization more so. I've been stuck in a silly old rut and have been trying to get myself out of it--trying to get back to counting points and measuring food amount exactly (all which do work, but really how livable are those techniques when we are talking forever). I have decided to take the highroad or the road less traveled. I am going to go with sensibility. Eat sensibly, move sensibly and lose sensibly (lost 0.8 this week). What a concept--think I could make millions if I market it right?
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
I've been bad
I have not been very good at blogging. I have not been very good at exercising. I have not been very good at eating healthfully. Maybe this wise facebook stat my 17 almost 18 year old cousin (is she really that old already???) posted was meant for my eyes to see:
the brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; after all, you can't go on successfully in life until you let go of your past mistakes, failures and heartaches.
When I wake up in the morning--I can change everything.
the brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; after all, you can't go on successfully in life until you let go of your past mistakes, failures and heartaches.
When I wake up in the morning--I can change everything.
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