Hello Friends!
Today is Day 22 of my Power90 with Tony Horton workout. WOWZA! Three weeks and you would be amazed. I'm amazed at the changes.
Monday, January 14th is Day 30. The day Tony "tells" followers to weigh, measure, and take another photo. Compare to Day one. It's also my birthday! WOOP WOOP
I could not wait to weigh and measure. Yes, I have another week to go before the official Day 30 but let me just tell you my reward for all the exercise. 38 minutes a day, everyday. I feel great.
I have so much energy.
I don't feel achy when I wake up.
I don't go to bed with a headache and tired feet. Okay some days my feet are tired :)
Weight: I've lost 6 pounds. WOOP WOOP
I have two different waist measurements:
True Waist: I've lost 1 1/2 inches
Belly - straight across the belly button - I've lost 4 inches. FOUR! Can you hear my scream?
Thighs: I've lost 1 inch in both thighs
Knees: I've lost one inch in both knees. My knees really bug me. Hate fat knees.
My arms have stayed the same but I will say they are much firmer. You can see muscle definition now.
Hips: I'm down 1/2 an inch. But I'll take it.
Chest: I've lost 1 1/2 inches.
My clothes fit better already.
I'm very excited. I have 68 more days to go.
I'll post the photos next week.
Sunday, January 6, 2013
Weekend Update
It's Sunday morning so I still have a day of the weekend to go but since I didn't post yesterday or the day before I need to catch up.
Tomorrow is back to school day. Boo Hoo. I'm a homebody. I'd rather stay home. That's probably a big part of my personality. I know my daughters are the same way. We all enjoy the "go" but we can't wait to just be home BE HOME. (and I'm not talking about the Charmin commercial)
Where should I begin.
I've been thinking about Cruella more than usual. Usually I think about her NEVER. So to think about her for a split second is a lot of thinking. Christmas and the holidays came and went without a peep from her. Someone told me, "When God removes someone from your life, don't chase after them." Hmmmm I need to think about that some more. Longer than a year ago we sat down and had a "talk" about it. I did more talking than I've ever done with her. Ever. She didn't listen. She sat quietly and rolled her eyes and made smarty comments under her breath. I amazed myself with my composure and clear thinking. I mean honestly. I don't know how I did it. I don't think it was "I" that did it. I think it was my Heavenly Father who gave me peace as I spoke the words he knew I needed to say.
So I don't have that feeling that there are things left unsaid. I think that conversation sealed it. The ball is in her court. I am open to a phone call, a card, a letter. But I'll never get one. I'm surprised she has chosen this path.
The other day I was watching a Dr. Phil show that I had DVR'd. In case you watch Dr. Phil, it was the show with the mother and daughter who were involved in a religious cult. Usually I would delete those topics but that day my hands were full and the TV was on. One of those times that the TV is talking and you are not really listening. It's background noise. Anyway Dr Phil put up a check list of things to identify crazy people. Ha Okay, he didn't call it crazy people. He had a term for this type of personality. WOW! I looked at the screen and began to read down the list.
Tomorrow is back to school day. Boo Hoo. I'm a homebody. I'd rather stay home. That's probably a big part of my personality. I know my daughters are the same way. We all enjoy the "go" but we can't wait to just be home BE HOME. (and I'm not talking about the Charmin commercial)
Where should I begin.
I've been thinking about Cruella more than usual. Usually I think about her NEVER. So to think about her for a split second is a lot of thinking. Christmas and the holidays came and went without a peep from her. Someone told me, "When God removes someone from your life, don't chase after them." Hmmmm I need to think about that some more. Longer than a year ago we sat down and had a "talk" about it. I did more talking than I've ever done with her. Ever. She didn't listen. She sat quietly and rolled her eyes and made smarty comments under her breath. I amazed myself with my composure and clear thinking. I mean honestly. I don't know how I did it. I don't think it was "I" that did it. I think it was my Heavenly Father who gave me peace as I spoke the words he knew I needed to say.
So I don't have that feeling that there are things left unsaid. I think that conversation sealed it. The ball is in her court. I am open to a phone call, a card, a letter. But I'll never get one. I'm surprised she has chosen this path.
The other day I was watching a Dr. Phil show that I had DVR'd. In case you watch Dr. Phil, it was the show with the mother and daughter who were involved in a religious cult. Usually I would delete those topics but that day my hands were full and the TV was on. One of those times that the TV is talking and you are not really listening. It's background noise. Anyway Dr Phil put up a check list of things to identify crazy people. Ha Okay, he didn't call it crazy people. He had a term for this type of personality. WOW! I looked at the screen and began to read down the list.
Dr. Phil "Life Code"
Evil 8 (signs)
1.) Arrogant Entitlement
2.) Lack of Empathy
3.) No Remorse
4.) Irresponsible/Self-Destructive
5.) Thrives on Drama
6.) Brags about Outsmarting
7.) Short-Term Relationships
8.) Fantasy World/Delusional
Nefarious 15 (More Signs)
1.) Infiltrates your life
2.) Creates Conspiratorial Conflict
3.) Depends on Approval
4.) Build a files
5.) Misdirects and Obfuscates
6.) Blame Others
7.) Lies
8.) Frauds/Cheaters
9.) Isolate Victims
10.) Abuses Authority
11.) Presses Hot buttons
12.) Revisionist of History
13.) Two-faced/Gossip
14.) Paranoid
15.) Passive-Agressive
Yes, Yes and Yes. I have a study sample for you, Dr. Phil. Call me.
Thursday, January 3, 2013
Guess what...
.....Guess what happened today?
I went to the dentist. It was an uneventful appointment for the most part. My teeth and gums are healthy and fine. The cleaning was the uneventful part.
There are 2 things I'd like to share:
First of all, you know how I've mentioned a couple of zillion times that I'm the designator listener in the world. You talk and I listen. That just about sums it up. I walked into the dental office and every seat was taken except for one. I knew the woman who was sitting next to the empty chair. She looked at me as I entered and caught my eye.
Here is the conversation. (if you can call it that)
Me: "Well, hey! How are you?" I said, not realizing she had no clue of my identify.
Her: "Hello" She reaches over to move her coat and book so I could sit down in the only available seat.
So now I'm sitting right beside her.
Her: "Looks like today is "See Your Dentist" day.
Me: "I had to park around in the back. I was surprised to see so many cars in front."
Talking to her now face to face I realize she does not know who in the world I am. I'm sure she is going through the rolodex in her mind. (Yes, I still have a ROLODEX kids)
Let's see.......... do I know her from work? School? Kids? Does she work at the mall? Does she work at the drug store? Where have I seen this woman before?
We sat awkwardly for probably 5 minutes. I felt awkward. I guess she did, too. I don't know. I did think about introducing myself but then it was one of those things where the opportunity had kinda passed and anyway I wasn't feeling mature and friendly by that time. I was a little frustrated and a little outdone. Not angry - I just wanted to scream "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
You see, I taught this woman's daughter in preschool. I was her daughter's 6th grade Sunday School Teacher. Her daughter spent several nights at my house during the middle school years when Ironman and I were active in the Middle School Ministry at our church. She lived in my neighborhood before we sold our house and moved away. She and a couple of her friends would walk in the afternoons for exercise and many, many times I would join them.
With all that, she did not know who I was. Wow.
Calling Dr. Phil! Why am I so forgettable?
But that wasn't all that happened. I had a quick, short, friendly (I thought) conversation with another woman as I was leaving. Just the usual small talk "How was your Christmas?" stuff like that. I asked her about her son. She said that he is now in the 8th grade and would be moving up to high school next year. Surprisingly, (or not) she did not ask about my daughter who is also in the 8th grade and will be moving up to high school next year. But whatever. Then she began to tell me how unhappy they have been with the middle school. When I began to tell her just a quick story about my son who attended that same school and how we were hesitant to transfer him there but that he wanted to be on the football team and so we did it. Suddenly I was the "teller" and I realized there was no "listener" Oh she was standing there but her eyes were glazed over and she was so disinterested and just barely tolerating me. I had only spoken 3 sentences about myself. I had just been listening politely to her go on and on and on about her Christmas and her cooking and her messy house and this and that.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
I got in the car, slammed the door and thought, "Time to do something about this. I'm brushing off the frustration and moving on"
People are so weird.
Today I put away all the holiday decor. Boxed and stored in the attic.
I dusted.
I vacuumed.
I loaded and then later unloaded the dishwasher.
I swept the front porch.
I pulled the slipcover off the couch cushions, washed, dried and replaced them.
Today was my "rest" day on P90 workout.
Tomorrow: Scupt 3-4 My fave.
Toodles.
I went to the dentist. It was an uneventful appointment for the most part. My teeth and gums are healthy and fine. The cleaning was the uneventful part.
There are 2 things I'd like to share:
First of all, you know how I've mentioned a couple of zillion times that I'm the designator listener in the world. You talk and I listen. That just about sums it up. I walked into the dental office and every seat was taken except for one. I knew the woman who was sitting next to the empty chair. She looked at me as I entered and caught my eye.
Here is the conversation. (if you can call it that)
Me: "Well, hey! How are you?" I said, not realizing she had no clue of my identify.
Her: "Hello" She reaches over to move her coat and book so I could sit down in the only available seat.
So now I'm sitting right beside her.
Her: "Looks like today is "See Your Dentist" day.
Me: "I had to park around in the back. I was surprised to see so many cars in front."
Talking to her now face to face I realize she does not know who in the world I am. I'm sure she is going through the rolodex in her mind. (Yes, I still have a ROLODEX kids)
Let's see.......... do I know her from work? School? Kids? Does she work at the mall? Does she work at the drug store? Where have I seen this woman before?
We sat awkwardly for probably 5 minutes. I felt awkward. I guess she did, too. I don't know. I did think about introducing myself but then it was one of those things where the opportunity had kinda passed and anyway I wasn't feeling mature and friendly by that time. I was a little frustrated and a little outdone. Not angry - I just wanted to scream "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
You see, I taught this woman's daughter in preschool. I was her daughter's 6th grade Sunday School Teacher. Her daughter spent several nights at my house during the middle school years when Ironman and I were active in the Middle School Ministry at our church. She lived in my neighborhood before we sold our house and moved away. She and a couple of her friends would walk in the afternoons for exercise and many, many times I would join them.
With all that, she did not know who I was. Wow.
Calling Dr. Phil! Why am I so forgettable?
But that wasn't all that happened. I had a quick, short, friendly (I thought) conversation with another woman as I was leaving. Just the usual small talk "How was your Christmas?" stuff like that. I asked her about her son. She said that he is now in the 8th grade and would be moving up to high school next year. Surprisingly, (or not) she did not ask about my daughter who is also in the 8th grade and will be moving up to high school next year. But whatever. Then she began to tell me how unhappy they have been with the middle school. When I began to tell her just a quick story about my son who attended that same school and how we were hesitant to transfer him there but that he wanted to be on the football team and so we did it. Suddenly I was the "teller" and I realized there was no "listener" Oh she was standing there but her eyes were glazed over and she was so disinterested and just barely tolerating me. I had only spoken 3 sentences about myself. I had just been listening politely to her go on and on and on about her Christmas and her cooking and her messy house and this and that.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
I got in the car, slammed the door and thought, "Time to do something about this. I'm brushing off the frustration and moving on"
People are so weird.
Today I put away all the holiday decor. Boxed and stored in the attic.
I dusted.
I vacuumed.
I loaded and then later unloaded the dishwasher.
I swept the front porch.
I pulled the slipcover off the couch cushions, washed, dried and replaced them.
Today was my "rest" day on P90 workout.
Tomorrow: Scupt 3-4 My fave.
Toodles.
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
The bravest thing I've ever done...
It is time.
I have decided.
I asked Ironman for his help. Now, that alone took courage. His reply, "Don't you want to wait until after the Holidays?"
NO! Once I decided, that was it. I was ready.
I have GOT TO LOSE WEIGHT.
I'm heavier than I've ever been. I wasn't this heavy when I was 9 months pregnant!
I'm allmmooosstt sized out of the misses size section. I just can NOT walk across the store to the "WOMAN'S WORLD" Who comes up with those labels?
I don't want to wear elastic waist pants.
What else happened?
I saw a photo of myself from the first day of school this year. WHO IS THAT? Surely that's not me. I must have been............ wait, I'm sure I was sitting near Mrs. R. Yes, I do have a blue shirt like that. But that can NOT be me. That woman is, well, she's FAT. Ugh, there it is. The real F word.
So, I decided.
And now I needed a plan. I do so much better with a plan. I do so much better with a beginning, middle and end. I know there's not ever really an end. A better term would be "TIME TABLE"
Two things happened basically at the same time. I celebrated my 25th wedding anniversary. I was thinking to myself how Ironman and I have been married all this time and there are so many things I don't share with him. So many things I keep under wraps. I need to change that.
I needed to TELL. I'm always the listener. The "of course" person. The encourager and the "easy to work with" girl. This time, I needed and wanted to be the teller. And I wanted to confide in my husband of 25 years. Maybe, just maybe, it would chisel away a little of that wall I've built.
So I did it.
I asked him for help.
What did I want? I wanted his encouragement and blessing. I wanted him to NOT sabotage my eating. I wanted him to NOT ask me a zillion questions about everything. Weird, but it's true. And I wanted him to give me workout tips.
You see, I'm a diet expert. Weight Watchers, Dr Oz Diet, Atkins, Grapefruit and hotdogs........ ha I've done it all. And I've lost weight on all of them. And gained it back. I can't keep it up. I get hungry. I get bored. Therefore, I wasn't interested in returning to something that doesn't really work for me.
Next, the workout. Ironman helped set up a plan. I started out. It felt great to have a plan. Then by chance I happened upon an ad for P90X online. Yes. P90X. I've heard of it. (I've also heard of banana pudding. I don't know why I through that in.) It's one of those things you know about but it doesn't resonate.
This time it did.
I went on YouTube. I watched results videos. 1, 2, 10, 25 videos. Over and over and over. I felt inspired. There is a skill test on YouTube that acts as an aid to guide you in choosing P90 - which came out years ago - or the newer P90X. I was half and half. I could do 25 of those, but only 2 of the other. I decided to play it safe and order the Power90 DVDs.
WOW!
My first day: Dec. 17.
I've already lost 3 1/2 inches across my middle. Yes. THREE AND A HALF INCHES from the fattest part of my belly. Right straight around the belly button. Wowza.
I've never sweated so much! And I've never felt so energized.
The plan guides you to go back and forth between 2 workouts: Cardio and Sculpt.
The first time I completed the sculpt video my whole body tingled afterwards. I sat in the chair and felt light as a cloud. I thought maybe I'd float to the ceiling! My back felt strong and fresh and.......... like peppermint! I don't know how else to describe it.
I also took a photo of myself on Day 5. (I just never had time to do it on day 1 and even then I had to figure out how to set the timer on my camera. )
On Day 30 I will post my before and Day 30 photos.
I feel so excited!!
3 days a week I do cardio. 2 days a week I do sculpt workouts with hand weights. 1 day I rest. And that one day will probably always be Wednesdays because that is the busiest day of the week for me.
I hung a 90 day calendar in my closet. Everyday after the workout I mark off the day. Every 30 days I'm going to weigh and measure. (I cheated and measured today on day 17.)
Now that Christmas is behind us I can clean up my eating. No junk. Nothing fried. One diet drink a day in hopes of giving them up completely. Lots of veggies, whole grains, some fruit, lean protein.
If you've read this far I've got to tell you what happened this past Saturday.
Dancer Girl and I were in Target looking at Christmas markdown stuff. It was not crowded so we were taking our time. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a lady glance at me, turn her buggy around with a look of recognition on her face and before I could even speak she says to me, "Oh hey! When is your baby due?"
Oh my gosh.......................... are you kidding me?
I looked at her and in a no nonsense say simply said, "I'm not pregnant"
She threw her hands over her face and said, "Oh no! I can't believe I just said that to you." By now she is continuing to come closer. My feet were in cement. I glanced at my daughter and she was just standing there unsure of what to do. The woman walks close enough to touch my belly and says, "The way your sweater is poking out right here I........... oh, that's the button on your blouse. It's showing through the pullover. I thought it was your naval. You know how pregnant women, their naval will poke out?"
Are you still talking??
I think you are still talking to me.
I'm leaving. Goodbye.
I'm ready to go. I can feel my face and it's bright red glow. I could have led Santa's sleigh.
Can you believe that as my daughter and I were leaving the Christmas section this woman actually hollered to us, "Where's the bathroom in this place? Is it way in the front?" I just pointed to the front and said, "Yes, in the front."
Oh, that is not what I wanted to say. Oh no. But silence is golden.
I left her and her stupid comments near the ornaments.
Dancer Girl never mentioned it. Thank goodness.
Lady - I've lost 3 1/2 inches around the middle. And you look like you could lose a few yourself.
Wow.
I have decided.
I asked Ironman for his help. Now, that alone took courage. His reply, "Don't you want to wait until after the Holidays?"
NO! Once I decided, that was it. I was ready.
I have GOT TO LOSE WEIGHT.
I'm heavier than I've ever been. I wasn't this heavy when I was 9 months pregnant!
I'm allmmooosstt sized out of the misses size section. I just can NOT walk across the store to the "WOMAN'S WORLD" Who comes up with those labels?
I don't want to wear elastic waist pants.
What else happened?
I saw a photo of myself from the first day of school this year. WHO IS THAT? Surely that's not me. I must have been............ wait, I'm sure I was sitting near Mrs. R. Yes, I do have a blue shirt like that. But that can NOT be me. That woman is, well, she's FAT. Ugh, there it is. The real F word.
So, I decided.
And now I needed a plan. I do so much better with a plan. I do so much better with a beginning, middle and end. I know there's not ever really an end. A better term would be "TIME TABLE"
Two things happened basically at the same time. I celebrated my 25th wedding anniversary. I was thinking to myself how Ironman and I have been married all this time and there are so many things I don't share with him. So many things I keep under wraps. I need to change that.
I needed to TELL. I'm always the listener. The "of course" person. The encourager and the "easy to work with" girl. This time, I needed and wanted to be the teller. And I wanted to confide in my husband of 25 years. Maybe, just maybe, it would chisel away a little of that wall I've built.
So I did it.
I asked him for help.
What did I want? I wanted his encouragement and blessing. I wanted him to NOT sabotage my eating. I wanted him to NOT ask me a zillion questions about everything. Weird, but it's true. And I wanted him to give me workout tips.
You see, I'm a diet expert. Weight Watchers, Dr Oz Diet, Atkins, Grapefruit and hotdogs........ ha I've done it all. And I've lost weight on all of them. And gained it back. I can't keep it up. I get hungry. I get bored. Therefore, I wasn't interested in returning to something that doesn't really work for me.
Next, the workout. Ironman helped set up a plan. I started out. It felt great to have a plan. Then by chance I happened upon an ad for P90X online. Yes. P90X. I've heard of it. (I've also heard of banana pudding. I don't know why I through that in.) It's one of those things you know about but it doesn't resonate.
This time it did.
I went on YouTube. I watched results videos. 1, 2, 10, 25 videos. Over and over and over. I felt inspired. There is a skill test on YouTube that acts as an aid to guide you in choosing P90 - which came out years ago - or the newer P90X. I was half and half. I could do 25 of those, but only 2 of the other. I decided to play it safe and order the Power90 DVDs.
WOW!
My first day: Dec. 17.
I've already lost 3 1/2 inches across my middle. Yes. THREE AND A HALF INCHES from the fattest part of my belly. Right straight around the belly button. Wowza.
I've never sweated so much! And I've never felt so energized.
The plan guides you to go back and forth between 2 workouts: Cardio and Sculpt.
The first time I completed the sculpt video my whole body tingled afterwards. I sat in the chair and felt light as a cloud. I thought maybe I'd float to the ceiling! My back felt strong and fresh and.......... like peppermint! I don't know how else to describe it.
I also took a photo of myself on Day 5. (I just never had time to do it on day 1 and even then I had to figure out how to set the timer on my camera. )
On Day 30 I will post my before and Day 30 photos.
I feel so excited!!
3 days a week I do cardio. 2 days a week I do sculpt workouts with hand weights. 1 day I rest. And that one day will probably always be Wednesdays because that is the busiest day of the week for me.
I hung a 90 day calendar in my closet. Everyday after the workout I mark off the day. Every 30 days I'm going to weigh and measure. (I cheated and measured today on day 17.)
Now that Christmas is behind us I can clean up my eating. No junk. Nothing fried. One diet drink a day in hopes of giving them up completely. Lots of veggies, whole grains, some fruit, lean protein.
If you've read this far I've got to tell you what happened this past Saturday.
Dancer Girl and I were in Target looking at Christmas markdown stuff. It was not crowded so we were taking our time. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a lady glance at me, turn her buggy around with a look of recognition on her face and before I could even speak she says to me, "Oh hey! When is your baby due?"
Oh my gosh.......................... are you kidding me?
I looked at her and in a no nonsense say simply said, "I'm not pregnant"
She threw her hands over her face and said, "Oh no! I can't believe I just said that to you." By now she is continuing to come closer. My feet were in cement. I glanced at my daughter and she was just standing there unsure of what to do. The woman walks close enough to touch my belly and says, "The way your sweater is poking out right here I........... oh, that's the button on your blouse. It's showing through the pullover. I thought it was your naval. You know how pregnant women, their naval will poke out?"
Are you still talking??
I think you are still talking to me.
I'm leaving. Goodbye.
I'm ready to go. I can feel my face and it's bright red glow. I could have led Santa's sleigh.
Can you believe that as my daughter and I were leaving the Christmas section this woman actually hollered to us, "Where's the bathroom in this place? Is it way in the front?" I just pointed to the front and said, "Yes, in the front."
Oh, that is not what I wanted to say. Oh no. But silence is golden.
I left her and her stupid comments near the ornaments.
Dancer Girl never mentioned it. Thank goodness.
Lady - I've lost 3 1/2 inches around the middle. And you look like you could lose a few yourself.
Wow.
Saturday, December 15, 2012
Alison's French Play 2012
Hello Again. Welcome to a blog post with horrible iPhone photos. I forgot the camera at home. School gets exhausting this time of the year. I left my class to run to the middle school for this play. So I was doing good to remember the phone for photos. Thank you, Mrs Wolcott, for saving me a seat on the front row.
Now to the show. And remember, crappy iPhone camera.
These girls were the narrators. I have no idea what they were talking about as the entire play was in French.
Alison and her friend discussing Carnival and boys and all that. I understood that much. Alison had a photo of Justin Bieber that made the audience in the theater laugh and clap. Audience of a few parents and a lot of 3rd and 4th graders.
George on the left. (Okay, I don't know their character names. When Alison wakes up I'll come back and insert them. Anyway, George wants to ask Susie to Carnival but doesn't know how to impress her. Goes to see his friend the cool dude on the right. This was pretty funny.
Borrows his leather jacket, shades and hat. Does a little swagger. Thinks it'll impress the girls.
So he goes to his other friend, the athlete. Finds out he needs to have big muscles to impress the girls.
The stuff his jacket with wads of paper to make him appear big and strong. Susie is not impressed.
Super bad photos. But he wins over the girl with flowers and just regular ole George. Btw, the girl is not a snowman. I don't do iphone cameras. You can see her yellow glove.
Now to the show. And remember, crappy iPhone camera.
Setting: Quebec, Canada during Carnival
Susie gives him the cold shoulder.
The stuff his jacket with wads of paper to make him appear big and strong. Susie is not impressed.
So he visits his grandmother. Finds out he just needs to be himself.
Grand finale song and dance.
All in French.
Good thing they pass out a playbill with the plot and characters and all that. Which I left at school.
Alison's last French Play.
Thursday, December 6, 2012
Catch Up Time
I think of this blog often. Thoughts will zip through my mind and I'll quickly think, "I'm going to hash that out on the Red Shoes blog" But then life happens. And well, I'm forced to choose between cleaning the kitchen and blogging. Or folding laundry or blogging. Or even sleeping or blogging. This poor blog never wins.
But right now I have time. And I'm seizing it. Let's catch up:
Merry Christmas! This is our Christmas Card Photo. I'd spend time here and there cruising pinterest looking for family photo ideas. There are so super creatives one, touching ones, sweet ones - but they all included babies, small children, or large groups. I couldn't find just the right one to copy for 3 teens. (well, 2 teens and one adult) This is what I came up with. Basically because when they are all home at the same time, this is how it looks!
One tip I did learn from my web cruising: the three color rule. Choose 3 colors and everyone has to wear those 3. So we chose orange, grey and blue. The I.T. girl's headband is "fake". We wove orange ribbon around her blue headband so that she would have all three colors. Quick, easy, painless and the best part: D.O.N.E. I ordered the cards with this photo, addressed and stamped the envelopes, dropped them in the mail.
Here are a few things I've been thinking in my crowded head. Yes, the following thoughts will be disjointed and may seem random but that's how I roll.
Today I had a student become a big sister. Mom and Dad went to the hospital early this morning for a scheduled c-section. Dad picked her up at noon and told us Mom and new baby sister are fantastic. Another teacher said to me later that she felt sad for them. They are here in the city alone. No family live close by and so it's just Mom and Dad there to celebrate the new arrival. I didn't say much. I'm a listener. I am a master of small talk. Not out of arrogance, I just don't feel like exerting the effort needed to start a story about myself only to be cut off half way and ignored and so I don't even begin. Still I couldn't quit thinking about her comment. It's very nice to have family there to celebrate. But it doesn't make it any less of a miracle if family is not there. That sweet baby has a Mommy and a Daddy and a big sister that will celebrate her. Isn't that the most important thing?
One of the custodians at work uses the term "sweetie" and "Darling" and "honey" when he addresses me. He will say "Honey, I'm going to come by and change that lightbulb in just a few minutes." Or "Thanks, sweetie". I do not enjoy it. It makes me feel.............. icky. What is the word? Disrespected. I mean, is it 1950?
I'm reading a book by Priscilla Shirer entitled RESOLUTIONS. Wow. The first chapter alone had me thinking a new thought. CHOOSE to be content. Women tend to want to rush through things. When you are single, you want to marry. When you marry, you want to have babies. When the babies arrive you can't wait to be rid of the diapers. On and on and on. The first chapter hit me between the eyes. CHOOSE TO BE CONTENT. All the frustrations I've been feeling about my job stood in the forefront. Yes, I need to choose to be content with the situation.
Ironman and I celebrated our 25th wedding anniversary. I cried for a couple of hours. I just couldn't pull it together! A few days before I.T. girl and pulled out our wedding video. Yes, VIDEO. Remember those? As I watched it and laughed and remembered I realized.......... one, two, three, four, five of my bride's maids had first marriages that failed. FIVE! Out of SIX! And number six didn't marry until she was over 40. She is still married to her first husband. How did my marriage survive? Wow.
The faculty Christmas, oh wait.......... HOLIDAY party is next week. I hate, hate, hate the parties. HATE THEM. I need to RSVP by Monday. So I need to decide..............
For the last little event: my jeans were loose today!!
Toodles.
But right now I have time. And I'm seizing it. Let's catch up:
Merry Christmas! This is our Christmas Card Photo. I'd spend time here and there cruising pinterest looking for family photo ideas. There are so super creatives one, touching ones, sweet ones - but they all included babies, small children, or large groups. I couldn't find just the right one to copy for 3 teens. (well, 2 teens and one adult) This is what I came up with. Basically because when they are all home at the same time, this is how it looks!
One tip I did learn from my web cruising: the three color rule. Choose 3 colors and everyone has to wear those 3. So we chose orange, grey and blue. The I.T. girl's headband is "fake". We wove orange ribbon around her blue headband so that she would have all three colors. Quick, easy, painless and the best part: D.O.N.E. I ordered the cards with this photo, addressed and stamped the envelopes, dropped them in the mail.
Here are a few things I've been thinking in my crowded head. Yes, the following thoughts will be disjointed and may seem random but that's how I roll.
Today I had a student become a big sister. Mom and Dad went to the hospital early this morning for a scheduled c-section. Dad picked her up at noon and told us Mom and new baby sister are fantastic. Another teacher said to me later that she felt sad for them. They are here in the city alone. No family live close by and so it's just Mom and Dad there to celebrate the new arrival. I didn't say much. I'm a listener. I am a master of small talk. Not out of arrogance, I just don't feel like exerting the effort needed to start a story about myself only to be cut off half way and ignored and so I don't even begin. Still I couldn't quit thinking about her comment. It's very nice to have family there to celebrate. But it doesn't make it any less of a miracle if family is not there. That sweet baby has a Mommy and a Daddy and a big sister that will celebrate her. Isn't that the most important thing?
One of the custodians at work uses the term "sweetie" and "Darling" and "honey" when he addresses me. He will say "Honey, I'm going to come by and change that lightbulb in just a few minutes." Or "Thanks, sweetie". I do not enjoy it. It makes me feel.............. icky. What is the word? Disrespected. I mean, is it 1950?
I'm reading a book by Priscilla Shirer entitled RESOLUTIONS. Wow. The first chapter alone had me thinking a new thought. CHOOSE to be content. Women tend to want to rush through things. When you are single, you want to marry. When you marry, you want to have babies. When the babies arrive you can't wait to be rid of the diapers. On and on and on. The first chapter hit me between the eyes. CHOOSE TO BE CONTENT. All the frustrations I've been feeling about my job stood in the forefront. Yes, I need to choose to be content with the situation.
Ironman and I celebrated our 25th wedding anniversary. I cried for a couple of hours. I just couldn't pull it together! A few days before I.T. girl and pulled out our wedding video. Yes, VIDEO. Remember those? As I watched it and laughed and remembered I realized.......... one, two, three, four, five of my bride's maids had first marriages that failed. FIVE! Out of SIX! And number six didn't marry until she was over 40. She is still married to her first husband. How did my marriage survive? Wow.
The faculty Christmas, oh wait.......... HOLIDAY party is next week. I hate, hate, hate the parties. HATE THEM. I need to RSVP by Monday. So I need to decide..............
For the last little event: my jeans were loose today!!
Toodles.
Saturday, December 1, 2012
Too Many Photos
Whoops! Got a message that I've used all my picasso web photo storage space. Now to figure out how to delete photos.
But before I go.......... work has been crazy. Friday was awful.
The balance is that home has been peaceful. Thank you, Heavenly Father.
But before I go.......... work has been crazy. Friday was awful.
The balance is that home has been peaceful. Thank you, Heavenly Father.
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