Finding my stride

2011-03-17T14:44:00.001-07:00

I should really start this thing back up.

Why...... hello

2010-09-24T14:03:00.001-07:00

Yeah, where have I been. Not blogging that's for sure. Last post in July I think. Let's see....swim team is over (whew) Work is awesome. Fall ball has started, though it seems to still be summer here. Hot sun, no rain (ever!) and high humidity. All the reasons I am on anti-depressants.

Meg got fake boobs and is moving in with her boyfriend. Should be engaged by Halloween (my prediction) Meg's daughter wears more make-up than I do. (she is 11) and weighs more than me also.

Speaking of make-up, I ran into Meg's new best friend. She works at Target (one of those people that walk around, helping people, I guess) anyhow I know her because she was J's softball coach. So of course I go up and talk with her. You could of taken a spackle and pulled the make-up off her face. A chisel would of helped also. The strange thing is, she is allright looking without all that crap. Let's face it.....I'm still granola mom. Or I'm too lazy and can't be bothered with the ritual.

I am getting a keratin treatment for my hair. Can't wait! It's $300 (yikes) I probably spend that on hair conditioner/product alone in 6 months. Of course the straight-haired girl friends think I'm nuts. The grass is always greener, right?

All my daughter's friends are getting their periods. J will be like me and get hers at age 16. I feel kind of bad for her because all her friends are starting to tower over her and they all have breasts. I keep letting J how lucky she is to mature later. I think she gets it.

I almost bought a Remington Wingmaster 870. I'm getting the Keratin (above) instead. Of course I tried about the Club's President's target gun this week and I would prefer that to the 870. It's only $1,000+. Luckily he likes me and told me to call whenever I'm coming up and he will bring me his wife's gun. It's the girl version.

Maybe I'm not so granola.

The story continues

2010-07-03T10:42:00.001-07:00

My daughter left the bag that holds her sleeping bag at Meg's x's house. My daughter is going away to camp next week and it would be a lot easier if she had that bag to haul her sleeping bag around. My daughter left a message for the X husband asking if he could bring her bag over. I, meanwhile texted Meg and explained the situation and that I wasn't going to call the X up because he would be a dick and ignore me.

Meg emailed back "how can he be a dick when ur kid stays there. dumb.

Never, ever call me dumb. I only allowed my daughter to sleep over x's house for Meg's daughter. (Meg thinks the X is dick too btw.) I texted her back that X is nice to J and it was mean of her to call me dumb and that it hurt.

Yes, the X did not return the bag, the phone call or anything. We have written to stupid sleeping bag, bag off. I can always make a new one.

My daughter is no longer allowed over the X husband's or Meg's house. Both are sleeping with other people while the kids are there and I don't approve of that in front of my young children. I've been tempted to tell Meg that Mr. Nice Dick didn't return my daughter's phone call, and that dumb is:

1. sleeping with anything with a dick between it's leg.
2. sending your mom to all your daughter's sporting events because you have better things to do. (e.g. working out, going on dates, parties or getting drunk)
3. loosing your phone in a porto potty because you were too drunk partying with a bunch of 20 somethings.
4. hanging out with graffitti covered "fetish" models who pose in their panties and post these on the internet for all to see.
5. not realizing that your daughter is close to obsese for some reason.

Alas, I haven't sent anything like that. It's not worth it. She's not worth it, nor is the friendship at this point. I have to be selfish and take care of my family. They are my priority.

oh my

2010-06-22T03:12:00.001-07:00

Baseball, Softball and T-Ball have ended. Whew. Now it's swim team and tennis lessons. Thankfully the tennis is only once a week. We have also decided to skip all the away meets. I'm super busy with keeping records for all the kids times, events ............etc, etc. My "helper" isn't help at all. I'm on my own for now.

My job is busy, busy, busy. My boss can be a dick. He doesn't communicate well at all. We do most of our communicating by email (which is fine by me) but his emails are so damn harsh. I looked like a complete idiot at the CPA tax planning meeting. I got drilled on the May financials, which I didn't even know we were looking at. He had me running around, talking to the purchasing agent and making crazy journal entries. I have never done shit like that before. The financials will/have worked themselves out in June. (our fiscal year end) It was a waste of time.

I had strep throat. Antiobiotics don't sit well with me. Oh, and that all happened on the above. Very bad day.

I had it out with Meg. Long story short...I took her daughter to a school function, the daughter was mean to my daughter, Meg was suppose to pick her up and everytime I called Meg never picked up the phone. I yelled at Meg's daughter for disrespecting me, my child and our family, left Meg an angry voice mail message and dropped the girl off at her grandparent's house. Because where the hell was she? Meg called me back (her borowwed phone doesn't work well.....right) She was pissed off at ME. I don't know what she is going through, I have the perfect life, she won't be happy until she is married again, her kid is fine, blah, blah, blah.

I emailed her my concerns about her life the next day. She emailed back her points. We talked on the phone a bit. I had dinner with her and her daughter after I took the troop to an amusement park.

Yesterday she emails me asking if her daughter can sleep over Saturday night so Meg can go on a date. WTF? The weekend you have your child and you want me to have her for the majority of it? It's not like she would pick up her daughter at 11 am the next morning. More like 4 pm. I said no. Mark my word, Meg will be married by this time next year. Oh and the father.....his new girlfriend has pretty much moved in to his house. Meg and him were legally separated in December. Both are crappy, selfish parents.

I'm just a forgetful one.

omg

2010-05-27T14:09:00.000-07:00

Imagine coming home every, single, damn day from work and having Chris Matthews of Hardball blaring from your fucking tv set. Top that off with a few "you people", "can you email this complaint letter" and a bunch of your children complaining, fighting and that your sorta clean house you left in the morning is now a pig sty.

Fuck.

The life

2010-05-25T14:42:00.001-07:00

I've done myself a major intervention. I went on the Atkins diet. I know, I know, I know..... what the hell am I thinking. I know the diet sucks. I know I will lose 10lbs in 2 weeks if I stay on it that long. I know I will plateau for the following 2 weeks if for some miracle I manage that small feat. My plan is one week of the strict diet portion. I need to get all the junk out of my system. This is the only way I know how. I eat so good for breakfast, lunch and then it goes to hell. With my stress level so high (kids, sports, school, the house, work ....etc) I've been eating crap. Wheat Thins, real red can coke some days, cookies, cereal at 10 pm. How sick is that last one. I'm a carb addict. I'm also prone to Diabetes. My grandfather died from complications from the disease and I had gestational diabetes with my son. I know the signs of carb comas. That has been my life for the past two weeks. I had to put a stop to it. I miss my yogurt and granola the most. Really, truly miss it.

I was told today at work that I haven't looked good for the past couple/several weeks. Again...the stress level of sports and kids. Thankfully the season is ending and though swim team is next, that is pretty easy. Especially since my husband and I are having the kids blow off every away meet.

My job is fine. Very busy, which is good.

I quit facebook. I was stalking my friend and that is not me. Best to do an intervention on that part of my life also.

I quit my friend this weekend. My last straw was the game on Saturday. She did not come because she attended a graduation party for one of her workout friends. She couldn't spend 2 hours of her day watching her daughter play a sport and THEN go to the party. She spent the night before bar hopping.

For our girls Monday night game I drove by her gym @ 6pm on my way to pickup my son from school practice and she was there. At 8:15 I drove back to pick up his forgotton back-pack. She was still at the gym. Seriously. WTF. Who works out for over 2 hours when they aren't training for something. Hell, she probably does that 2+ hour workout 5 days a week.

If anyone needs an intervention it's her. I tried a mini intervention but all I got back was "I will never cut back on my working out."

I hope she is happy with the drunk nights, the hot body, the new tattoo and chasing the bars for a man.

I'd rather be fatish and happy.

Can't stop

2010-05-16T08:49:00.000-07:00

the gardening. I don't want to do wash, eat, go to baseball, softball or t-balls games. I just want to pull weeds, plant stuff, buy stuff and mulch. Let's not even discuss my ruined budget. (ok, it's not that bad....but not that good either)

I'm on a major roll. Everything will done once the mulch arrives and is put down. (today) Hopefully in June I can actually enjoy relaxing on the back patio. All those ball games ruin relaxing on the back porch. They just enhance my love of the game. With the exception of t-ball that's just plain torture.

To look at the bright side of being layed off last year; I found a new passion of playing in the dirt, and, being dirt poor.

wiped

2010-05-14T03:27:00.001-07:00

I am wiped out. Everyday it's another ball game for one child or another. Mix in a little school activities (chorus & plays) and I usually arrive home around 8 pm every night. April and May have been hectic. Soon we will move into June and it will be swim team for 8 weeks. Thankfully meets are only 2 days a week, one being Saturday mornings.

My husband's company has been sold. He was going to be promoted to regional sales director. He will now be out of a job in the fall. He might have another job lined up though. Hopefully that will pan out.

Meg. Soooo.....she called me about an innane question on Sunday. We talked for a bit. Then she called me on Wednesday while I was driving to pick up child 2 from practice and going to my daughter's softball game. Left me a message (because I really don't like chatting on the phone while driving) It seems her ex has a client coming over on Thursday (a gun sale) and can I take their daughter to her softball game because Meg has.....well she can't do it. She never said why she couldn't take her daughter to the game. I said no. Gave a reason of (which was the truth) that T had a play at North Star, D had a t-ball game and Julia was going to the play with me. I wanted to give my pissed off reason that maybe seeing your daughter play softball two times during the season might be a better idea than working out every fucking day. But, reason one was the current reason as to why I couldn't do it. Later though my husband said he wanted Julia to go to the game and we would find a way to work this out. We did manage to find a way to be in three places at once, but her softball game ended up being cancelled. My bitch is ... ex could of cancelled the gun sale, posponed it, had it earlier, later whatever. But see it's all about him. Meg HAS to work out. No questions asked. Both are serious losers and this me-me attitude is going to bite both of them in the ass in a couple years. This will not be forgotton by her. Kids have amazing memories about these sort of things. Anyone with kids knows that. It's weird.

I will end this with:

It's Friday.
I do not have any type of game to attend tonight.
I do not have any type of school activity to attend tonight.
I have a bottle or two of Italian red wine waiting for me to arrive home and partake.
I have ingredients for smores.
I am happy.

2010-05-09T08:24:00.000-07:00

My son was putting flags on the vetern's graves at our church (Scout project) and a man came up and said "I would like to salute you son." That man was the Vice President of the United States.

Thank you Mr. Biden. You made a nine (9) year old boy very happy. You made a mom very happy to see such a huge smile on her "bear's" face.

I'm a Mom.

2010-05-08T05:00:00.000-07:00

Will I ever be allowed to sleep in past 8am? (Even when I announce my mission the night before..)

Answer: Not in this lifetime.

Why I: Because my family has a very short attention span.
Why II: Because only I would know my son put his baseball shirt in the back of his closet and not in a drawer, on the floor or in the hamper.

2010-05-07T14:34:00.001-07:00

The census man came by.

I felt like I was in the beginning of an episode of Criminal Minds.

I watch to much TV.

The next 24

2010-05-06T14:06:00.000-07:00

6:30 am. Allowed husband to score sex.

The rest of the day was "eh". I will take that over yesterday any day of the week.

I'm still pissed off about work yesterday. I'm terrified of getting fired again. The mistake I made was stupid, but it was caught. If it weren't caught next week I could of always fixed it later.

Today I found where the bank made a $100 error on our payoff figure. Did I get a thanks? No. Did I mention that the controller before me stole money throught the payroll ($8,000+) and she also took the cash ($1,200) from a company vehicle sale? I discovered both thefts and did I get a thanks? NO. I get shit on because some guy tried to take 3 days bereavement pay instead of the 1 day he was allowed. I hadn't even processed the request.

Fuck.

So Meg has a new boyfriend. I'm not suppose to know, but she did some checking up on him and I know people. Seems this guy cheated on his wife while she was pregnant with their first child. They got separated and he moved in with his mistress. This happened a while ago. He and said mistress (slut) break-up, make-up and so forth. He was fired from a certain bank. (ok I can't give him shit there since I was fired in 2009) He told Meg he has been working at new bank for over a year. He has been working at the new bank for 3 months. Meg seems non-phased about his cheating on his wife in the past. Meg does not know about him lying about employment.

Meg had a cinco de mayo happy hour date with him last night. Meg's daughter had a softball game and a chorus concert. Meg's daughter didn't get to go to the concert. Meg's ex wouldn't waste his time doing something so mundane. It's all about him. It's all about Meg. Maybe ex took her to the softball game instead, I don't know. I will give him credit for taking his child to all the softball games. Meg has been to one game. She doesn't work-out on Friday nights so she could fit daughter into her schedule. (herself, working out and penis searching schedule that is)

I texted Meg today about how much funds we have left in Girl Scouts so I can take the troop camping next month. Meg doesn't bother replying to something so not associated with herself. I bet if I had a penis she would respond.

is it over

2010-05-05T17:18:00.000-07:00

6:30 am. Husband tries to score sex.

7:40 am. Realize it's 7:40 am, I am so late getting out of house.

8:05 am. 5 minutes late for work.

8:06 am. Realize I don't have my phone or wallet with me.

9:00 am. Take a really early lunch to go home and pick above up.

9:15 am. Get home. Dad bitches about something along the lines of "you people"

10:00 am. Boss asks me to review a vacation request I got last Friday. It is wrong.. (employee requested 3 days bereavment leave when he was only allowed 1)

10:01 am review handbook. Boss is correct. I haven't processed vacation request because it doesn't happen until next week.

10:03 am. See boss, explain that no one had signed off on it, and I didn't process it.

10:05 am. Check email, boss writes "I expect you to catch this stuff!"

10:06 am. Apologize for my mistake.

11:00 am. Review everyone's vacation time.

12:00 pm. Work on Workmans' Compensation Audit. Prior Controller sent wrong figures. Somehow this will be my fault.

12:15 pm. Sent PO when I shouldn't have. They are processing order.

12:30 pm. Somehow the insurance company refuses to pay the bills for someone who got hurt at work. Again my fault.

3:00 pm. Review payoff figures from bank. They are correct.

3:10 pm. Boss asks me to review payoff figures again! Spend rest of day making a stupid spreadsheet.

5:00 pm. Get home to run to softball game.

5:00 pm. Daughter informs me she has a chorus concert at 6pm.

5:15 pm. Start dinner.

6:00 pm leave for concert.

8:00 pm get home from concert.

8:05 pm dinner that was cooked is totally dried out (was going to save it for Thursday) need to go to store and purchase more sauce like stuff.

8:15 pm. Open mail. Chase refuses to payoff Chase card with Chase card.

Right now. All kids are complaining. Husband isn't home.

Is it over?

budgets

2010-05-03T14:55:00.001-07:00

I went over my food budget for the week by $6. Not bad, because usually I spend closer to $300 than $206. I learned during my checkout that I could save 0.50 a gallon on my gas because we have spent $500 there since they put up their own gas station. Got gas for $2.39 a gallon! Which filled up our SUV. Now if I can make that last two weeks I'll be psyched.

Did not turn on our A/C even though the temps hit 90 here with 110% humidity (or so it felt like it)

I'm enjoying this budget process. It's a fun game. A game I hope I can win.

2010-05-02T15:19:00.000-07:00

ahhhh, I did get to watch Avatar. Loved it.

Meg blew off her daughter's softball game to go tailgate at a horse race. She was nice enough to take a phot of the bottle of tequilla they were drinking to post it on her facebook page. The same facebook page her daughter has access to. Nice.

Maybe I should be impressed that Meg made it to one game this season so far. Way to be a good mother and a shining example for your child. Well, she did actually spend the day with her daughter yesterday. I guess she deserves a day off for all that hard work.

2010-05-02T10:41:00.001-07:00

I've added two more loads of wash to the three I did yesterday. All line dried. Thank you. Today I weeded two large flower beds, planted some annuals, cleared out the finished compost into the vegtable garden, started a new compost bin using my neighbors bagged cut grass (idiot, but thank you) cleaned my daughters room (no small feat) and have a playdate going on for my youngest. All I want to do is lay down and watch Avatar. Not possible, because my husband is not here and my father has decided to sit in the tv room and watch every talk show about polictics he has taped. That would be three shows this morning. He will probably leave right after Joe gets home.

Yep suicide watch. God forbid anybody leave me home alone for an hour.

Sure I could go to the air conditioned grocery store (you know my budget does NOT allow turing on the air in May), but I just need one hour of relaxation time. If I go upstairs I'll clean, declutter or end up in the boys room (don't make me do that....it's not relaxing).

How does my father listen to this crap. It's blah, blah, blah. They never say anything of worth. No wonder I spent hours at the gym while unemployed. Is 1:50 pm too early for a glass of wine?

I don't think so.

Illegal

2010-05-01T08:35:00.001-07:00

Lots of things are illegal. For instance I let my son T ride in the front seat on the way back from his baseball game. His friend (in the next car) told T he wished he could sit in the front seat. His father informed him (rather loudly) that it was illegal. Yes it is. I broke the law. I know. He has to be 12. I'm sure there is a weight limit of 120 lbs also. I guess Nicole Richie can't ride in the front seat either.

I'm sure that father is going to freak if he sees my kid riding his bike to the park by himself in an hour. That's probably against the law also.

I also think the interest rate that credit card companies charge should be illegal. I took a long hard look at my debt this past week. It's sad. No, it's pathetic what a mess we are in. I created a huge budget spreadsheet and a downloaded a "snowball" debt spreadsheet. After that it was off to call the credit card companies to see if they would lower my rate. (since I've been paying on time, paying over the minimum due and making multiple payments....sometime every week) Those bastards wouldn't lower my rate. Funny thing is we got a 0% on balance transfer card offer the next day. It was in my husbands name, so we took the debt from the Chase bank and moved it over to the Chase bank. Assholes. This will save us $1,400 in interest alone and payments will go directly to principal for one year. After that the interest rate is still 10% lower than what they were charging me.

I'm actually very excited to work within the budget I set up. I love a new challenge.

small updates

2010-04-26T16:39:00.000-07:00

when I have the time.

I have my children in Baseball, T-ball and Softball. Some days we have three games at once, some weeks we have a game almost everyday. Good times.

I haven't worked out in ages. Wait....refrase ... I do walk and run during those ball practices. I haven't been to the gym and actually picked up a weight. I did it once, though. Got up at 5:30 am and spent the hour there. Swore I would do that 2x a week. Damn.

Went camping with the boy scout troop this weekend. I threw up and fainted. Good times. (it was dehydration, btw)

I am no longer friends with Meg. She is all about finding a man, going out, working out, at the expense of what is really important in life.

Work is busy, busy, busy.

I hate credit card companies. They won't lower the obnoxious rate they charge me. I'm in the middle of starting a war against my debt. I'm going with the "snowball" approach. Wish me luck.

Hope to be posting more and fainting less.

hello

2010-04-24T04:08:00.001-07:00

will be back soon.

2010-03-18T14:59:00.000-07:00

It's 70 degrees and sunny!

I've discovered casseroles. My children don't complain about dinner anymore. Every dinner time I heard things like "I hate chicken" or "I hate meat" "can we have cereal?" I am a really good cook too. Where's the love?

I have one child in softball, one in American League baseball and the other in T-ball. Last night I went straight from work and we didn't get home until 7 pm. Luckily only one child had practice yesterday.

I learned today that I have a loud voice. That bummed me out.

Life is good.

things

2010-03-10T16:18:00.000-08:00

I have approx 51 scissors floating around the house.

I have approx 15 nail clippers also.

I can't locate one of the above.

I've purchased approx. 10 hair brushes this year. We are down to 2.

Am I the only one?

Things that make me mad

2010-03-07T12:42:00.000-08:00

There is a long list, but this is one of the top ones.

People who waste my time. Now, this might be more my problem, because I was not born with the genetic dna that holds the patience gene. It got lost in the shuffle. I have no patience. I will admit that. It is a problem of mine. I have learned to deal with it. I count to 10, I do breathing exercies, I make fun of you in my head, I talk under my breath and I think I'm really good at "the look" I give you people.

So last week, Julia and I do a mommy-daughter day (a trip to Justice) and we decided to stop at the strip mall and hit up ACMoore. Since we live on the East Coast there are 30ft wide and tall piles of snow everywhere (I'm exaggerating a little bit) that take up a lot of the available parking. We get lucky and see these women getting ready to leave. Wait, back-up, putting their bags in the car. They see us. One is 30 and the other is her mom and I think there was a kid in a stroller. I put my turn signal on and wait. And wait. And wait. By this time I feel words being formed. Words, my daughter doesn't really need to hear. (mother fuckers was about to come out) so I tell J, lets see how long these people take to put their bags in the car and acutally leave. We watch the clock. Four minutes past and at that time they finally got the stroller in. They knew we were there, they kept looking at us. 20 feet closer to the store I saw a car pull out of a spot. So I do what any mother with her first born in the car does. I floor it past the bitches and get a spot closer to the store. Too bad those ladies went out the other end, because Julia had a great idea to walk in the middle of the lot really slow. She needs to stop hanging out with me. FYI, it took us 30 seconds to get in the car and put it in reverse (with our bags). We are that good.

Today at the grocery store I go to the self checkout. The guy using it has a kid in the cart and he takes way to long to finish. For example "ok, I'm going to run my card through", "it's processing". I'm being patient. Then he gets the receipt (which again he anounces to the child) Did I mention there is a line forming? Then he reviews said receipt! I'm pretty sure he told the kid the price of every single item as it was being run up. At this point I say "dear God" under my breath, (and to the guy behind me). I mean come on dude, there is a line and you bought pretzels and bread.

Anyhow I don't like slow people. Don't even get me started on those Buicks on the backroads. Don't they know when I'm in my 4 cylinder, stick shift, Pontiac Vibe I like to think I'm in Nascar? Get off the track.

Yes stupid problems and complaints, but I feel better.

wasting money and saving time

2010-03-07T04:26:00.000-08:00

My washer was finally fixed. It's been pretty much broken for, oh, 6 months. It had, in its own special way worked those 6 months. If you washed your clothes on the 38 minute cycle it would take about an hour and half. You had to keep going back there, press the button again and when that was finally done, you had to re-spin the wash because it was soaking wet. The 13 minute spin cycle took about 30 minutes.

It's one of those fancy, water saving, front loaders. All in all I hate it. We have had the repair-man out here 3 times in one year. The last time he came (Friday) he fixed it. It worked! For. One. Load. The next load water was coming out (again) but all over the place, it started making funny noises and it died. Of course it died. My excitement should only last for 38 minutes.

I was in a mood already because I'm a mom. I grabbed all the clothes I could find, schelped to the laundry mat in town, got $20 in coins and played the cards GE dealt me. I did 6 loads of wash in 2 hours. I read a magazine, brought a book, (wish I had brought some running shoes and clothes, but hey I did cardio already) It was me and the silence of the laundramat. Delightful.

Money well wasted.

Today

2010-03-06T04:08:00.001-08:00

I have a new workout buddy and in one hour I start my path back into gym land. Yea! I'm really excited. I'm out of shape, I feel sluggish and this is just what I need.

Now onto muscle friend (meg). Can I not say "no"? The answer seems to be "no". I got roped into watching her daughter today so she can go to the (same) gym for 3+ hours. I swore I was done with helping her in this instance. I tried to get Meg to walk with me last Saturday morning. She was feeling depressed and in my opinion a walk cures all. No, she had to work out her legs because she hadn't done that in weeks. I asked her if she would be at the gym Thursday and got this text that yes, but she wouldn't be able to talk because she was working on her legs and doing cardio. I didn't want talk to her, I just wanted to drop off a book for her. I did, and basically said hi and signed up with the owner. Today, yes, she's working out her legs. She will work on her legs for one hour and then do her bootcamp class for another hour and, well honestly I don't know what the extra hour includes after that. We invited her over for dinner again on Sunday also. I informed her of our "No cell phone policy" at the table. I guess "no" worked in that instance.

Meg is friends again with that pornographic, nazi, white power loser. I can't go there right now. I'm trying to help her and our talks seem to work, but I think she needs professional help. Her husband is still a douche. (my husband says douche is a more deragatory word than dick, whatever) Her husband calls, and texts ALL the time. He cries, screams, calls her a bitch, claims he will commit suicide etc. He told his 11 year old daughter that Meg is a bitch and he's going to punch her. Then as a typical abuser apologizes and says it will never happen again. That promise is forgotton in 24 hours.

That is why I'm watching Meg's daughter today. Not for Meg, not for the husband, but for the child. She can come here, be safe, have fun, have people listen to her and for 3 hours be truly happy.

huh?

2010-02-22T15:23:00.000-08:00

We had over 2 feet of snow on the ground and I just found two fleas on one cat and one on the dog. (it's been 30 days since i've used frontline) What the hell?

Lonely girl

2010-02-17T14:23:00.000-08:00

I have several posts that I haven't released. Some funny, some worried, some mad.

My muscle-bound friend. (we will call her meg) I'm worried about her. She's lonely. Has been lonely for a long time. (Did I mention her husband is an asshole?) Here's what is going on with her.

1. Is not interested in the same things as before. We used to watch LOST. We were total geeks about that show. Went to her house on opening night and she spent the whole night texting through the episode. (rule #1...no talking, texting or coming into the room while we watch LOST) I didn't even bother going to her house on the second episode and she missed it. I assume she missed episode 3 also.

2. On the intervention night she told us she wanted a friend with benefits. This friend was referred to as a Fuck Buddy the rest of the night.

3. She has been trying to hook up with a muscle guy our friend knows. Meg has been bombed on all occasions (he is a bartender) . This fuck buddy has not worked out. She can't stop working out btw.

4. Found out that Meg has a fuck buddy. He's 21 and looks like a contestant on that slimy show "the jersey shore" She does sexting with him (she's 41) and they have over 500 texts between them. She gets mad when he doesn't text back.

5. Is hanging out with the low class people. Yes, I'm being nasty about the social classes, but trash is trash. It has nothing to do with money.

6. Will not go anywhere without her stupid ass phone. I had her over for dinner and she brought the phone to the dinner table. Who the fuck does that? Manners? She told me she is lonely and needs a male friend (i did not know about the 21yr old) What is wrong with hanging out with her old friends? We are always here. Why does she need male validation?

7. Her ex-husband. He has a permit to carry a concealed weapon. He carries this weapon in bars. He ran into her loser-class muscle friends (was nice to them) and had to leave the bar because he might of lost his temper (very short one) and shot one of them. Oh, and he could give a shit about their child.

That's why I'm worried.

2010-02-01T16:10:00.000-08:00

5. If the spatula has food on it, do NOT put it back unwashed. (babe)
6. What is left on the den floor will be thrown away starting now. At the rate you children are going, you wan't be able to play "Battleship" by the end of the week.

House Rules

2010-01-31T06:46:00.000-08:00

1. Wear your jeans a minimum of 7 times.
a. Put "gently" used jeans back in your drawer, not on the floor.
2. When using towels after shower, they can be magically used again. Do not put towel in hamper or on your floor. Hang it up on the TOWEL BAR in the bathroom. It's that bar that is between the toilet and the sink.
3. Speaking of the toilet. Please flush. I don't care if it's #1 or #2. I don't want to see it, or much less smell it.
4. When taking off your socks. Do not leave them on the floor. Do not leave one sock in the bathroom and the other sock in the hallway. Our loveable dog still likes to eat socks. At times she can't digest them. On those occasions she will puke them up on our bedroom floor. If I don't wake up from the noise of said puking, I will step into said puke the next morning. That makes me unhappy.

TO BE CONTINUED........

the nerve

2010-01-30T12:39:00.000-08:00

of a neighbor. So this neighbor calls our home this afternoon looking for Joe. I told him that he was at the library with the kids. Do you know that old man went to the library and looked for him!!! Joe was pissed (at me) for telling neighbor where he was. Actually neighbor asked me where Joe was. Seems neighbor needs Joe to drive to Home Depot and help him move some cabinets or some other crap to his home. Home Depot is a good half hour away in traffic. It is snowing like crazy here too. Of course my husband is driving neighbor to Home Depot to get cabinets. Joe is nice that way.

After our SUV dies, we aren't getting another one. Somehow I will get a 4 wheel drive vehicle that only seats 5 people. An SUV, but not a SUV, do they make those? A cross over vehicle, that's cool. I'd prefer a 4 door jeep at this point. That or Joe just has to start saying NO.

letter to my husband

2010-01-24T13:44:00.000-08:00

I really feel like a broken record, but would you please STOP taking the nice liquor I buy for guests and treating your poker buddies to it? Yes, yes I don't drink much liquor, but there are times (rare) when I want a stiff one. And no, not your stiff one.

The neighborhood drunk basically finished off my WHOLE bottle of Tanqueray Gin (Rangpur). Yeah, not good. You thought it was ha, ha funny. I did not. The Absolute vodka is gone, and the fancy rum has maybe a 1/4 cup left. Let me tell you something here. I suggest you buy the stuff in the PLASTIC bottles for them. I think Gimbly's makes a decent Vodka. Better yet, take the plastic version and pour it in the Absolute bottle. Those guys wouldn't know the difference. No more of the $30+ bottle of the good stuff. Don't think I'm not onto you when you sneak the bottle back up here either. The Bombay Gin is halfway gone. Yes, it is expensive, but in all honesty tastes crappy. That doesn't mean I want those guys drinking it. I'll make a mixed martini or something with it.

Well now I know why poker night is so packed over here. Maybe I should start playing poker so I can drink the good stuff.

pauper living

2010-01-24T07:00:00.000-08:00

Even though J and I are making good money (better money than we have ever made in the past) We are still living like it was 2009. Rather than buy new things I look for what we already have. Take for example, window treatments (curtains). The ones in our living room, went to the dining room and then I took the ones we had in our bedroom and moved them to the living room. I could afford to buy some nice ones (say at Pottery Barn or most likely Walmart), but why waste the money. I keep waiting for the ball to drop around here. Life can't be this good. I'm too used to struggling.

I still buy store brand rather than name brand. With the exception of the following; mayonaise, peanut butter, and yogurt. Even when we were struggling I would never buy store brand mayonaise. J would, but that shit doesn't fly. On my last shopping trip I bought Ponds cold cream. I had been using the cheapo brand for over a year. And, no it isn't the same thing, I checked. Washing my face in 10x more enjoyable now. Dove and crappy cold cream aren't the same as a good layer of Ponds. Mmmmm.

I had to go back to nice toilet paper in 2009. My father had a problem with the crappy, cheap brand. Though, honestly I think there was nothing else to bitch about that week, so toilet paper it was. I met him in the middle on that one.

I did treat myself to a haircut and color in 2009 (after I got the job) I get my haircut 2x a year so the color was more the treat. I must admit, it was worth it. She used two bottles of color and my hair looks awesome. Will I keep it up? I can't answer that. I should because that probably equals the yearly hunting expenses this family spends. I do have five ducks, and one goose in my freezer. I've never seen J eat his game. He must do it when I'm not around or worse, I am eating it and don't know it. Nah.

Updates and such

2010-01-23T06:19:00.000-08:00

Work is going well. They don't like to hand out any type of compliments there and we have way too many meetings. I've gotton the ball rolling on same major monies that are due the company, and it seems nobody thinks much of it. Even the boss can't say "good job". At this point I don't care, because I am doing my very best. I still have a fear of getting fired, but that is going to stay with me for the next year.

Went out with our muscle bound friend last night. She knew the intervention was coming. We spoke our peace. She had an answer for everything. On the facebook, natzi video's that her trainer posts her answer is he likes the elite warriers. Shooting, gassing and murdering defenseless civilians makes one an elite fighting warrier? I mentioned this and her comeback was that we (the US) commited atrocities in war also. I didn't even want to get into the Massacre at Malmedy, Vietnam and more recent wars. Yes bad things happen in wars, but most are not state sanctioned. Ugh....see I'm arguing here.

So friend comes over my house before we head out and the first thing I see are bright white sneakers. I'm like "what the fuck are THOSE shoes?" She explains that all the young girls are wearing them (PUMA type weight lifting shoes) They were hideous. UGLY! I wouldn't be caught dead in them and I'm not a shoe fashionista. I'm sure her "jersey shore" loving trainer talked her into buying them. I had to run into the convience store before we all headed out and her natzi trainer was behind me. Damn. If I knew it was him I would of said something. Oh well.

Near the end of the night, we headed back to a bar close to home and my intervenion friend tried to set muscle friend with the bartender she knows. (into weight training, though not a natzi). I left to go home. Muscle friend asked the bartender (we'll call him John) if he watched "vids". He said no, what are vids? "Video's of people weight training." "No why would he watch that?" (good answer) Then she said "fist punch" to something she agreed with him on. (WTF?!) He said "no, but I will shake your hand." Who is this woman? Vid's, fist punch? Her trainer has waaaay to much influence on her life. At one point in the night I snagged her phone to see what she and him text to each other. Boring crap. Though a LOT of boring crap. I hate that guy!

My husband has no respect for my friend anymore. None. Actually I'm not sure she is allowed here anymore. He was furious with her response about the Natzi elites. I'm sure he will talk to me tonight about it.

FYI

2010-01-20T15:10:00.000-08:00

I hate paper clips.

Battle shots

2010-01-17T05:04:00.000-08:00

My battle shot has been ignored. Which led me and my friend (cat) to re-plan our intervention. Instead of tackling this head on we are going to be girls (not women) and drop sly comments all around.

I did ask my friend why she still needs a trainer and why she has to work out six, fucking (ok I left the fucking out) days a week. I thought she was training for a body building competition. No. She does all this so she can loose the fat on her upper thighs. Yep. It's all about her and a bikini. In all honesty, if she hasn't lost that fat yet it will never be lost. She doesn't have an ounce of fat above her thighs or below them. She has been at this for close to a year. She eats "clean." Unless she stops eating all together she is going to have thighs with some meat on them. We all have our issues. My friend that is a marathon runner has bigger thighs with some cellulite. You all know how lean marathoners are. It's just the way we are built, genetics and age.

This is a picture of her new Facebook friend.
Yep. She met her through her trainer and the gym-rat loser people. Should I even call them people?

I'm not sure how long I will leave that image up. I think it's gross. Actually I think the naked female body is beautiful. That is just plain old porn(ish).

What the hell has happened to my friend. Do all people who go through divorce go through this stage? It can't be possible.

Battle, War or Intervention

2010-01-15T14:29:00.000-08:00

It's going to be one or the other. Friend and I set up a battle ready plan the other night about our friend who is obsessed with working out, eating clean, and her trainer. She is working out each and every night. When she can't dump her child off on her soon to be x, a parent, relative or friend she drags her kid with her to the gym. Thing is we can't get friend to meet with us, because of her work-out schedule.

I've mentioned that her trainer (mark) is a natzi and an idiot. I think I mentioned the latter. I will not post his SS video links here, but here is a bit of his facebook quotes...

it was so nice out today I had my eyes closed and whipped the throbber out and let it lead the way you should have seen all the milfs drewling u know they had to run home and rub the cookie.

I am a gift from the spartan gods for females of this planet to enjoy so take advantage ladys and enjoy.

ladys please have some hair down there neatly trimmed and send pics of your balloon knots.

Did I mention this moron is 39 fucking years old?!

So anyhow, I'm either going to get a nasty FaceBook post back or an angry phone call. Here is my Battle shot.

FACEBOOK WALL:
My good friend: Tonight AVATAR cant wait! Tomorrow seeking new and cheap fun....ideas, suggestions, join me anyone?

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Friend post: That is suppose t be an awesome movie. I'm sure Mark has some ideas for cheap fun! LOL

ME-Post: Heather, I think Mark's idea of fun is pulling his "throbber" out. Cheap yes, Fun? I doubt it.

I was going to add that SS video's and porn could be considered fun for Natzi's, but I thought that might be taking it a bit far.

That was me and that was me

2010-01-10T04:49:00.000-08:00

I'm sitting here in my living room goofing off on the internet, (think people of walmart.com) and I see my neighbor run by. A minute later I see another neighbor run by. Damn. I love running in the cold. All that icey air running through your lungs cleaning them out. All I'm doing is sitting here in pj's, a Dunkin Donuts coffee and munchkins all nice and warm.

Hubby is on a camping trip with hundred's of boyscouts and I have my other two kids passed out in their beds. I also feel like St. Francis of Assisi with the animals laying at my feet.

Even if I'm not running right now life is good.

eh

2010-01-09T06:52:00.001-08:00

I was going to post about fleas, frontline and flea bombs (IN THE MIDDLE OF WINTER) but all you have to know is; we were infested, it's expensive and I've set one off.

I'm going through a parnoid stage about getting fired from my new job. I've asked my boss if he's happy with my performance so far. He said "yes". I'm over analyzing everything. I gave him a folder with all the taxes I computed and my view on giving 1099's to corporations and LLC's. He had a meeting with the CPA the next day (on this issue of 401K wording) and I haven't gotton the yellow folder back. Did I do something wrong? I haven't decorated my office with anything with the exception of three pictures (kids and dog). He emailed me the other day with the question "what is the max deferral?". I don't fucking know. I don't do corporate taxes or really know personal tax law. I told them that in the beginning. Hell, Turbo Tax is my friend.

I don't just do accounting. I'm the human resource manager also. The latter really doesn't interest me. Hence, the max deferral on 401k. The accounting was a mess when I got there. The original girl (who was good) just kind of quit doing much work. The books hadn't been "closed" since July. She seemed to butt heads with everyone. They ended up letting her go because she didn't want to be there FT. Though she wanted to be paid as a FTimer. In her emails she kept quoting Exempt laws.

The girl that beat out on the first interviews was paid 8k more than me (didn't have a college degree either) was there 4 days and fell down the stairs at home. Something about a cerebral hemotoma. Though none of the doctor's notes said that. She took off the next two weeks, then had to go back to the hospital because of an allergic reaction to Naproxen. (yeah right). They fired her and hired me. She was a piece of work. They had to pack up a big box of all her shit (hence, me having no shit in the office) She claimed she worked 26 hours from home (again, "yeah right"). She wanted a check when she came in because that is what our state labor laws say. I love how people know the laws so well. The boss gave me the wrong hours and her check was cut "short". She threw a fit and said "the labor laws.......blah, blah, blah her husband did the same thing. The boss was off. Payroll had been processed. Within the hour of her leaving (she tried to take the office keys, bank statements and roledex back - she had them at home - from my assistant b/c we didn't pay her the extra $179 net. My assistant said "no" and grabbed the company's property back. Within the hour the State Labor board called us about the law!!!! Seriously. When has any state agency worked that well. They just wanted us to give the bitch a check so they didn't have to open a case.

So, I've cleaned up most of the accounting issues. Paid past due state taxes. Organized the office so anyone can find anything (it seemed to have a secret organization system in place) and have put out little fires everywhere.

I blame my last job. They really pulled a number on me. My confidence is in the toilet. Even though I know I'm capable of anything, they fucked me up.

That is why I'm not bringing anything into the office that would fit in a box. My work life fit's in a legal sized envelope.

The end.

That mom

2010-01-07T16:31:00.000-08:00

A dingbat. Definition: A weird thing, person or situation, a person considered stupid or foolish.

Yes sir that is me! Today I sent my 5 year old kindergartner in for pajamma day. It was scheduled for before Christmas Break, but you know what happens when your state has 2' of snow on a Saturday night. Yes, they have to cancel school the following Mon - Wed. The roads were quite clear those days, but hey, that's our school district. Anyhow....

I get an email Monday saying pajamma day was re-scheduled for Thursday. My fifth grader's PJ day was the same day. So, I make my son put on his "nice" pajamma's that night (with clean underwear). The next morning I put his sneakers on while he is still sleeping and go to work. (My father gets them on the bus) I come home and David informs me it wasn't pajamma day. What? Of course it was. It said Thursday! I recheck the email .... Thursday, January 21st. Why are you sending the email 2 weeks ahead of time? I don't plan that far in advance. Geez. David also informs me that his pants were wet this same morning, but they dried before school. Great. He smelled like pee too.

Earlier this year, all the kindergarten parents went to school to take a reading program. I've done the program before with my daughter. I've been there and done that. My husband didn't want to go (again, been there, done that, why do it again) So I get to the school and there are all these kids there. I thought it was the school's day care. I see David's teacher and asked "should I of brought David?" She looks at me (as one would look at a dingbat) and says "uh, yes". "oh, well he's passed out at home" I say. Which is the God's honest truth. Soooo, what the hell, I'm there might as well stay. We do a talk and exercise in the gym, with no children (geez, it is the same stupid program!) and then go off into the classrooms (WITH OUR CHILDREN) I get to the classroom first, because I have no child (remember he's passed out at home) I tell the teacher (in a funny ha-ha way) "Hi, I forgot my son" She looks at me (like one would look at a dingbat) and says "I Heard". Yes the idiot mom is here. Needless to say I snuck out and went home.

This year we (no, my husband) lost David's school folder. The one with all those word wall words, in it. The teacher took a LOT of time putting that together. I searched everywhere for it. Finally had to admit I lost it. She made a new one. I'm sure I was the talk of the teacher's lounge. A month later I found the folder in the telephone book drawer UNDER the telephone book. I'm lucky I found it, because I never use the phone book. Who does? My husband, in one of his Marine Corp clean-ups put it there. Why? Because that is where school folder belongs. UNDER the phone book.

Let me tell you. You would never find the Cabela's (all hunting stuff) catolog in the phone book drawer. Noooo. That book is either in the bathroom, my bedroom dresser (not his!) the kitchen, den, dining or living room.

OMG 2

2010-01-07T14:52:00.000-08:00

Dear God. I knew this would happen. The other day I threw away two things. I should of gone outside and thrown them away in the actual garbage cans the garbage men take. I was too lazy to do that because then I would have to haul out the inside garbage to cover what I wanted to leave the house.

My father. God Bless Him. Nothing should be thrown away. Broken toys should be kept. We can always duct tape them. Seriously.

I tried to throw away a tin of chinese checkers, american checkers and chess pieces. The tin has a board on each side. The tin is missing all the marbles with the exception of 2 for the chinese checkers. It is missing about 12 of the US checkers and has maybe one chess piece left. The tin probably cost in the range of $10. I chucked it. What use is this tin and misc pieces? I also chucked a free vinyl purse I got with a perfume purchase 15 years ago. It had a petrified junior mint on the bottom inside. Trust me, I got the use out of this vinyl bag. Though it had worn out it's welcome. We have waaaay too many bags in this house.

Soooo, yesterday I find the game tin and my "purse" laying next to trash can. WTF? My father must of thought I'd lost my mind throwing such good things away. Yep, Had to go outside and hide these items in the outside trash can under stinky trash.

My husband swears I had a sex dream last night. He woke me up thinking I wanted a little something. Note to husband: Never. Ever. Wake. Me. Up at 12 a.m. (unless the house is on fire) I don't recall any sex dream either.

Monday complaints

2010-01-04T16:29:00.000-08:00

I wish my father would find a way to get his free samples from his doctor instead of me trying to locate them on the internet. It's a pain in the ass!

When I leave the morning the house is clean. When I get back the following has happened:

Everything under the sink has been removed because there "might" have been a leak.
The dishwasher has been emptied and lots of it is just laying around the countertops. DON"T empty it then!
The den has a fort in it.
My aloe vera plant that is on an end table is now laying on the couch on it's side.
Any toy that was put away is laying willy-nilly on the den floor.
My father has spilled a liquid and has walked in it 1,521 times with his hiking boots. My kitchen floor is black.
Every newspaper we get is strewn accross the lower level of our home.

On a personal level I have to complain about the following:

My closest friend is now an exercise, body dysmorphic crazy lady. She eats clean (which is all good) but spends way too much time at the gym. Time she should be spending with her daughter. (that's a story that is too long to post) Her trainer is a certified, white trash, natzi loving, racist. Did I mention my friend works for a non-profit whose motto is "Eliminating racism......." She is the 3rd highest in the totem pole. She see's nothing wrong with this loser facebook page. He's not like that, he's just interested in the World War II. My husband is interested in WWII. He doesn't glamorize the enemy and their agenda. My husband can also spell the word Palestine. This ass spells it Palestein. Yes, it took him 6 years to graduate high school. He wears Ed Hardy douchwear, talks about girls giving him blowjobs and juicing his "muscle" with their.....oh you get it. He's 39 also. My 9 year old son is more mature. I just can't wrap my mind around why she is still training with this guy. I honestly don't know why she is still paying for training when she is broke and knows what she is doing in the gym.

Regarding the new job. The girl (2 before me) kinda just stopped doing work. Today I found a credit card statement from June that was never entered. Whenever I feel caught up something comes out of nowhere and I have to stop and put the fire out. It's crazy, but I love it.

Oh, the good news

2010-01-03T15:34:00.000-08:00

I forgot all about it. I got a job! Long story, but the girl they hired before me (the one that beat me out on the job interview) well she didn't work out. I am working out perfectly. The accounting is a mess. I started in December and the last bank statement was reconciled in June.

Anyhow, though it's a hard job and I should be paid more than I am making....we can finally get out of debt from the last year. That's the bad news, because I added it up the other day. Ugh. Oh and I .....scratch that....a deer ran in front of my SUV a few weeks ago. Just add the deductible to my debt pile.

things I hate

2010-01-03T15:18:00.000-08:00

I could write about all the good in my life, but that is just boring. I'd prefer to bitch. One of the things I hate with a passion is grocery shopping. Hate it. Last week I went to the store and forgot the cloth bags. I felt discusting when I was loading all those petroleum bags into my car. I don't know how people do it.

I went again today to get everything needed for school, which I guess the entire state was doing also. I hate crowds by the way. I think I might have a form of claustraphopia. People that stand in front of the food (e.g. cookies) and don't move. How hard of decision is it to pick out cookies? This is the same with any type of food. Some guy couldn't make a decision on sour cream. What the fuck? At one point I was in an aisle with a vendor loading her cookies, a family of 20 (well it seemed like 20 because they were all over the place. It probably was a family of 4) and two other single shoppers. I lost the other shoppers in the next aisle, but could not shake of the family. Do you ever just want to run someone over with your cart? The mother just dawdled, the father was bored and the two girls were on my nerves, just by being there. I'm sure I'm on people's nerves when I have all my kids at the market. I don't even want to get started on how loud we all are. Let's just say everyone knows David's name by the time we leave.

o.m.g.

2009-12-13T14:17:00.001-08:00

Well I do have good news that i'm not going to blog about (yet). I don't want to jinx it.

Sooooo .... I love my kids. I really do. Why do they follow me around everywhere? Whatever room I go they follow me. I could hang out in the closet (in the past I have) and they follow me. What the fuck?

I think my daughter is going to get her period soon. If not, I'm in trouble because this drama thing she has going is about to make me explode. She just finished crying because the gingerbread house didn't come out great. (I knew I shouldn't have bought that stupid-ass thing) I tried to explain that the one on the cover is done by a professional, but she didn't give a damn. My husband is sick of them all their whines. He made them leave the kitchen so I could cook and he got some lip "but......insert excuse" He came right back with "did you not fucking hear me, GET OUT. Shit. Of course she cried about that too. It was deserved though.

Ok, now I feel like a real shit. She just came up and apologized to me.

So much for that vent.

Better, except for the nightmares

2009-12-01T06:41:00.000-08:00

That's the last time I try to get off my anxiety medication. Since our health insurance plan doesn't start for 2 more months I thought I would cut my pills in half and on some days not take any. Instead of doing that I should of just called the pharmacy up and asked what the meds would cost out-of-pocket. I was thinking a 30 day supply would run about $150. Turns out it's $32. I can afford a $1 a day. I'm back to where I want to be mentally and physically. It is a good place.

I've been having nightmares for the past couple nights now. It's the same type of dream. I go back to my old job (the one I was fired from) and just start working. Sometimes I hide from the boss (that was too much of a coward to do the deed) and do my work. Last night he allowed me to work and I was there with the lady that came back from her failure in Nevada. I think we were competing for the job. So much drama in these nightmares, it's mentally draining. I know I still have issues with how I was let go, how she leaves her job and fails in another area and just comes back and they give her my job back and use lies to fire me. My issues mainly stem from believing their lies (knowing they weren't true...even the division of unemployment found them not to be accurate) and letting it get to me. Basically I'm pissed off! As my middle child always puts it "IT'S NOT FAIR!" In all honesty, it was an easy job, but it was also a weird place to work. It was like a morgue. I think I'm more pissed off that the economy sucks and getting a new job won't be easy and that my husband is up my butt about why I don't have a job.

I just wish the nightmares would go away for now.

Ahhh Monday

2009-11-30T05:49:00.000-08:00

I did get my two hours alone! It was perfect. Just me, a glass of wine and the movie "The Family Stone". Good times.

Thanksgiving was wonderful. My SIL is a fantastic cook and everything was perfect.

I'm in the middle of home improvement projects. Easy things like painting, crown molding and more decluttering.

Working out hasn't been so great. I got two powerwalks and one gym day last week. Saturday was spent helping my friend who is leaving her husband pack up her house. That was hard work. Not physically hard, just mentally. More mentally draining for her than me. I've never seen someone with so much kitchen stuff. She used to be Martha Stewart and has dishes for Mexican night, Thai night, Italian night etc and etc. I'm like donate that and that and that. She had enough cupcake tins to make over 100 cupcakes at a time. She kept them all. It was too overwhelming for her to think. We filled a big box with just candles. I showed her my candles when she came over for dinner and it fills a shoebox sized drawer. She wants to become a minimalist, but has a long way to go.

Seriously

2009-11-25T12:43:00.000-08:00

would it kill this family to let me be alone in this house for 60 minutes?

On the sly

2009-11-24T12:05:00.001-08:00

When one has no money to spend one must find other things to occupy their time. Things like getting rid of shit. Accumulated shit. I decided to takle Christmas Crap today. We have so much Christmas Crap it isn't even funny. I was down in our basement for 15 minutes and have tossed the following:

Their arms are broken off. They are creepy

Their heads fall off every year. Notice the toothpicks!

To throw things away in our home you have to do it on the sly. For example this dog.
I think someone won it at a fair. Our dog has attacked it. It's has dried slobber all over it. No one cares about it and it was never a favorite of our children. I've tried to throw it away (put it in the garbage cans in the bedrooms) for 3 weeks now. My father always empties those before I get around to it. Every week I find it on the floor next to the garbage can. Today I put it in a bag and threw it away in the actual garbage can outside. We will not be safe until the garbage men take the can away in their truck. My father is known to go through our trash. He has gotton very angry at my husband for throwing away old paint cans with 1 cup of paint in them. He likes to leave his mail and important papers over here and then yell at us for throwing them away.

Which brings me back to the Christmas Crap. I hate this shit. It usually breaks in a year or two. Which is good reason to throw it way. Nope. It can be fixed. Fixed with glue, wood putty (his favorite) or tape.

He buys things like this:

The Wonderland Bear Band. Notice the instrument is broken. It is supposed to be a trumpet not a horn. It cannot be fixed. Trust me on that one.

The big ass snow globe that doesn't have snow. Notice how some of the pieces are "loose". Yeah, real nice. Now I bet I can take that cover off and fix it, but why?

The above two items only fit on the floor or the fireplace hearth. They are really pointless. The big question is .....Can I throw them away (or donate) without my father knowing or getting angry. He means well, I get that. I don't see a reason to keep something if I don't like it and it gets in the way of the vacuum. The kids don't play with the above. Strangely they still play with the fisher price nativity people. There is joy in that. Even I play with it.

Maybe my father forgot about the Wonderland Bear Band. Who am I kidding? He has the mind of an 8 year old. He remembers everything. Except to take his mail and important papers home.

emails

2009-11-23T12:27:00.000-08:00

To my husband:

The GE repairman came by today. You know those pieces you didn't put back in the dishwashwer? Yeah, they were pretty important. He put them back in and the dishwasher works. All is well.

To Tommy's friend's moms:

I need to check with Tommy's two favorite friends. Are you guys going to be around Sunday? I'd like to have his birthday party that day. I know he's told your sons that it's going to be Laser tag, but I'm going to make him cry when he gets home and tell him the place blew up or something along those lines. It will either be the movies or the skate park.

To my friend:

Or shall I say "how it IS going to go!" Your dad will get a pod. We will move your stuff into the pod. You will move into our home. J___ and I have talked about this too many times to count and we want you here and not there. It is not an inconvience. For you, yes, for us NO. You can watch House with me. How fun is that? H______ can learn that she doesn't want brothers or sisters also. They are a pain in the ass. Tommy can teach her the miserable life of the middle child from his point of view. Julia can teach her how miserable brothers are. David will just suck his thumb and whine. It's a perfect life lesson.

{snipped short because this is the details and me telling her how this isn't normal}

Where is the fucking logic in that? As adults we accept responsibility for our actions. We learn from mistakes. We are adults.

______ can't hurt us in anyway. He'd would be an ass trying to start something down here. Brandy would tear him to pieces. Do you reallly think he would mess with J____. That's another thing I would never do. J_____ would kick his fucking ass.

Updates

2009-11-23T06:03:00.001-08:00

We have no food. ( things like breakfast and lunch stuff) Our dishwasher broke. We have $50 in our checking account. I don't get my unemployment check until tomorrow.

I can get all the "food" stuff we need with a check that won't be cashed until Wednesday at the earliest. The dishwasher is still under the one year warranty, but is out of commission until this Friday. That unemployment check better come tomorrow. Husband's first real paycheck should be in our account Thursday morning. Back on the road to financial freedom!

My friend had to call the cops to escort her out of the house last night. Since her husband hadn't physically hit her, they can't make him leave. He just called her a fucking cunt in front of her daughter several times. That along with some other pleasant words screamed at the top of his lungs. This went on for about an hour. He was drunk again (of course). Then the fucking asshole tells her this morning that THEY can't be behaving like this. THEY?!!!! She finally took my advice and stayed here last night. My husband met her at the door and she knows this is a safe haven. If her soon to be ex even thinks of starting anything with us he's going to get it. Both adults in this home are excellent at firearms and we have lots of them. My husband is going to have to let me know where the key to the gun safe is. Throwing shot-gun shells at somehow is not a good defense tactic. Though, first and foremost our dog will fucking tear him to pieces if he even attempts anything with anyone in this house.

I'm hoping my friend and her daughter stay here until her rental opens up in December. Her husband is very unstable. He sells guns out of his home. Yes it sounds like we are all a bunch of white trash living in some god-forsaken trailer park. That is so not the case. He is white trash. I will admit that. Because seriously why sell guns out of your home? All of us thought that was stupid. He even came to happy hours with a gun strapped to himself (because he had a permit to do so). We have police officers who came to our happy hours and they didn't carry guns.. Then again they are normal adults. Who the hell carries a side-arm to a party? What, is some engineer, school principal, or accountant going to go nuts and you're going to have to shoot him? Why did we not see this? We just thought to ourselves "oh that's John*." (*not his real name)

I have to say. Thank God it's Monday.

Do NOT try this at home

2009-11-23T03:43:00.001-08:00

Our new insurance doesn't start for 90 days. I decided to cut my zoloft dose down to half during this time. Some days I don't even take it. It caught up to me yesterday.

I thought the headace I had was from not drinking water while in bars all night. I woke up Sunday, downed a gatorade, drank tons of water, took aspirin, then perscription Ibuprofen and finally a treximet (magic migraine med) and nothing worked. I remembered my pharmicist telling me about the awful headaces that happen after not taking zoloft for two days. I crawled downstairs and took one.

Today I feel much better. I guess I'm going to be paying full price for these meds for the next 60 some days. Typical luck.

my night out in hell

2009-11-22T05:52:00.000-08:00

So I lost my mind and went out with my friend for a night on the town with her and two other single girls. When I decided to go I was in sweats, no make-up, hair pulled back (half curly half straight) and looking pretty much like I was going to bed. It took me all of 10 minutes to get ready. We go and pick up the other girls. The other girls who supposedly have a designated driver.

The other girls are pretty much lit-up when we get there. They are still getting ready and no designated driver. I decide to be the driver because I'm not much for drinking (on a Saturday night) and I have no money. Though, how long does it take to put on make-up and earrings. I'll tell you....1 fucking hour.

We have to go to a "fun" bar. We drive into town and go to some new fancy bar. It is packed. You can't even get near the actual bar. I want to leave right when we get in. But noooo this crazy bitch we were with is looking for a man. Any man. She flirts with anyone that looks at her. I realize at this point that she has "issues". I spend the next hour trying to look interested and not to get too banged up from people pushing around me.

Finally we leave. No one wants to go where I want to go ( later I realize that is where people our age hang out) We go into the area where all the 20+ somethings hang out. Oh yeah real fucking fun. We end up at an actually decent bar where I sit at the bar (by myself...thank God) and watch highlights of college football. Then the other girls (at the outside deck bar) find me. They are wasted (with the exception of my friend) and I immediately get embarassed by the crazy bitch. I tell her that her top is open and she lets me know..."shhhhh" She wants it that way. OMG get me out of here. Soon some guys are coming by and flirting. I tell my friend I'm going outside for some air and instead end up in her car listening to comedy radio. (which btw is hysterical) My friend and I text back and forth. I tell her to stay, b/c I'm having fun (by now the police have come to settle something at the bar next door so I have something to watch also). My friend comes out and rants about how this single life is going to suck. I explain she is with the wrong people, the wrong bars, blah, blah, blah. Soon the other two girls come out. It is 12:45. Last call is 1. I'm almost home free. My friend sees someone she knows and catches up to her. Then the crazy bitch is in the car with me. The other girl (drunk off her ass) is with my friend and other girl up the street.

The crazy bitch found a hook-up two blocks away. I need to drive her there NOW. I tell her it's not my car and wait for the others. She bitches why can't I drive her and then go pick them up. Now I'm getting mad. I debate about going "rouge" on her ass. I've got about 30lbs on her and some pretty decent arm muscles. She's white trash though and she could probably kick my ass. (i've never fought anyone and I'm sure she has some experience in it) She bitches and bitches, same shit over and over "where the fuck are they, why can't I drive her 2 blocks" I want to turn around and say "why don't you walk the fucking two blocks for God's sake!!" So now the other three girls get in. We've added another girl to our night. It's now 12:52. Everyone wants to make last call with the exception of the crazy bitch. I just want this nut out of the car. I say we are dropping her off first.

What a fucking nightmare dropping her off becomes. First we get on the street. I have to drive, no stop, no drive to that car, stop, drive to that car now, go backwards down the whole street. Just get the fuck out of the car I tell her. No I have to drive her to the fucking front door we just passed. She gets out in a huff. Then her friend jumps out while I'm driving away (car door open and all). Dear God. I'm about ready to explode. I do a "u-ee" in the road and finally coax the drunk girl back in the car. (YES WE ARE ALL IN OUR 40'S!!!!!!!)

After all that we don't make last call. Yea I think. No. We drive to some other total 20ish bar and the girls run in. I have the drunk girl who gets out of the car with a bottle of beer. The cops are right there. I throw the beer and escort her into the bar, because she can barely walk.

Get out the bouncers say, we are closing up. Whew. We all go back to the car and distress girl calls her boyfriend and the conversation somehow goes through the radio. "YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE, SHUT-UP,FUCK...." This is her boyfriend talking. I turn around and start lecturing distress girl (she's 27) and even though I know isn't computing I still do it.

We go back to the original bar and get in. Why are they letting us in? Seriously why? We stay there for another hour. I don't get home until 2:30 am.

Today I have a raging headace and I didn't even drink last night. So much for good karma.

what I have been doing lately

2009-11-19T12:17:00.000-08:00

Decluttering. I'm going crazy with this. I have been hard core since I was layed off. Who knew we had so much crap in our home. I've learned a lesson though. Once I bag it (clothes, china, toys, etc) I put the bag in my car. If I leave the bag in the hallway, spare bedroom, dining room it will stay there for months on end. If it's in my car it's got to go!

This week I made a trip to Goodwill (clothes, china and knicknacks) the church
(shoes to share) the Humane Society (all my old sheets, blankets and towels). Everything was put in the car on Tuesday and I just got back from the Humane Society. Whew.

I still have more crap to go through though. Baby steps.

My good friend is getting a divorce. We have been discussing her life on our morning power walks. I can't believe I didn't know how bad she had it. Sure, I didn't have a high opinion of her husband and his lack of interest in their daughter, but I never realized how abusive he was/is. I was made aware of some serious issues a couple of years ago, but she never let on about what a fucking idiot he is. Serious fucking idiot. Well the shit got really bad when she told him it was over. I wanted her and her daughter to move in with us, actually begged her to leave (long story short that's all your getting)

Now she's looking for a townhouse to rent. I can't wait for her to get out of that house with her daughter. Things haven't been too bad the past 2 days, but you never know with that asshole.

My kids will never do winter swim team again. I'm tired of all the complaints about practice. It's whine, whine, whine. WTF. I think their practices look so easy compared to what I had to do. Anyhow, my daughter is just too tiny to ever be really good, my son is really a baseball lover and well the youngest, heck he complained about a stupid half hour swim lesson. There is no way I'm wasting money on the team with him.

We are still so very poor. I didn't hit my 401ks. It's just not worth it. Seriously, the recession has pretty much taken 30+% of that money. We have run out of baggies (for snacks) and aluminum foil (for sandwiches). Now I wrap their cookies in plastic wrap (which I'd like to strangle the ass who made that shit, and my husband for buying it) and I use wax paper with tape for their sandwiches.

I'm going to try and not buy any food until AFTER Thanksgiving. With the exception of lunch meat and milk. Oh and spirits. Spirits like Gin. "Cause I'm out and I hate vodka and who the hell bought the expensive Tequilla? Seriously who?

My diet is so-so. I think I have PMS because I can not get enough food in me. Food made with salt, there just isn't enough in this house. My boobs are huge and sore and I put on 2lbs. I'm still working out. I think I'm there 4x a week on top of my 3x a week powerwalks. Feeling good about that.

My father is still here every single day. It's driving me up the wall. One hour. I want one hour in this house alone! Just one hour (maybe 2) It will never happen until the kids have moved out so I need to quit complaining about it. (for the rest of the week)

Girl Scout Motivational Poster

2009-11-17T06:51:00.001-08:00

Did I forget to mention that I am the "cookie mom"?

half

2009-11-12T06:53:00.000-08:00

Half a paycheck. Fuck. The check is less than what we got from the former company. Granted that was for 2 weeks not one. The question is can we wait another two weeks for a real check? Honestly, I don't know. I am going to have research what money we have in retirement funds.

Fuck.

2009-11-10T11:44:00.001-08:00

A little something to make you smile

Gotta love the Scots!

Some letters

2009-11-09T04:55:00.000-08:00

I sent this one:

Dear ___________,

David has come home the past two days claiming Tripp has hit him. I've told him to go to you or another adult when it happens. It seems to happen at recess. If Tripp continues to hit David I feel David has a right to defend himself .

I wish I could send this one:

Dear Mary,

I know you made a mistake and had Tommy over for a playdate instead of some kid named Tomas. My son knows your son and they play kickball together. I think your little shit-head of a kid has some serious issues. To throw a hissy fit in front of me, tommy and you whinning the entire time "I wanted Tomas not him" and then to storm off into the house whining that same mantra the entire time is uncalled for. Honestly, Mary I have never seen anything like that. I don't even get you. Were you drunk, or are you hopped up on prescription drugs? It was one or the other. All the time you stood there with me and watched the spectacle we call your son. You just said "he sure is mad" "wow, he's really upset" "did he just walk into the house and leave?" "tommy do you want to go inside?" Lady, are you nuts? I'm not sending my kid into your house with that freak of a boy. I expect a written apology from your son today. FYI the rest of your life with that kid is going to suck.

Have a nice life.

From the mom whose kids would never pull that kind of shit.

neighborhood ladies (part 3)

2009-11-08T06:52:00.001-08:00

So I'm feeling "out of it" with the neighborhood. It bothers me. I've talked to no-one about this. A little to my husband, but he's a guy and thinks girls are all blown-out-of-proportion-drama. He's pretty much right on that point.

I was the neighborhood organizer of luminaries at Christmas time. The neighbor's gather at your home where you have a ton (literally) of sand, hundreds of bags and candles and you put them all together and line the streets with them and light the whole product Christmas eve. None of the skanks came. If I recall some of their husbands might have helped. The kids are all there (donuts, hot chocolate and coffee helps) and it really is a fun time. One of the "group" came down. Her name is Kate. For some reason I opened up to her at the end of the festivities. I felt I could trust her and all of us were organizing a drunken New Years bash (my damn idea...when things were good) and I needed to see if she knew what the fuck was going on. Funny thing is she felt the exact same way as me. Yes, things were too clique for her. It was a very abstract conversation. Not too detailed, but I felt better.

The New Year's Eve party. I guess it was fun. I stayed sober and everyone else got rip-roaring drunk. Abbey showed her tit to someone, people where sloshing liquor every where. It was extremely cliquey. (cara wasn't there because she had a baby sometime in December) At one point Abbey and Sara pulled me into the hallway and started to rip into Barb about the hole in her ceilling. I walked away, because seriously, yes seriously, who the fuck cares. So now Barb is on the shit list for some reason or other. I can't deal with these weirdos.

I refuse to stoop to their level. I decide it's easier to be nice then to be mean. I just don't have the energy for that. I don't socialize with any of them, but I always have a happy face and act like I like them. It's actually quite fun.

Months go by. Now Cara is being nice to me. See above. I just nod my head and be nice. Seems Abbey has dropped Cara just like she did to me. Oh, really...what a fucking surprise. Cara hates Barb. Oh really, why? Cara bitches and bitches. I love it. I just eat it up. One day Cara admonishes Abbey's daughter at the bus stop for telling secrets with Barb's daughter in front of Cara's daughter (got that?) Abbey calls her up after school and lays into her. Calls her all sorts of names (in a mental breakdown, crazy way) and that's the end of that friendship. (till this day)

Did I mention Cara hate's Barb. Hates her just like Abbey hated her in the beginning. Very jealous of her, her kids, her money, her material things etc. Cara decides to tell Barb every bad thing Abbey ever said about her. Because she hates Abbey more than Barb. Now Barb hates Abbey.

During this time I started running. Kate and I train for 5k's and hang out a lot. (Kate is my best friend in this neighborhood as she is today) Unlike the bitches, we don't even gossip about any of this shit on our runs. It's just that stupid and boring.

We still hang out with Cara (because she is hysterical and is a lot of fun) and I guess we all kind of form a clique. Cara hates Sara too. (some other nieghbor) I like Sara. Always thought she was nice. Cara didn't get invited to Sara's 40th b-day and that was it for her. None of us got invited. Who cares? Well Cara did. She was bothered by the innane things in life. Sara just kind of went away and was shit upon.

Cara still hated Barb. Barb this, Barb that. Barb, Barb, Barb. All things Barb. I hated Barb because I was sick of all things Barb. Negativity wears off on you. Sure she lied a lot, bragged a lot, that really isn't my problem. That shit always catches up to you.

Poor Sara though. She was really hurt. Long story short, I pulled a "Cara" and told her everything. Kate agreed with me (couldn't be there) but the three of us had had it with the stupid crap.

To be continued: (it's almost over. I'm so bored with it now. I will finish the story.)

Crap part 2

2009-11-05T13:24:00.000-08:00

I have been decluttering since I've been laid off. I can't tell you how many large, medium, small bags of clothes have been donated to the Salvation Army and Goodwill. It's been a lot! I was picking up all the stuff that ends up on the dining room table (aka the junk room) and I of course I got side tracked into what the fuck is in all these drawers. (china cabinet, side board) More crap. Candy dishes, candle sticks, various silver (real and silver plate) items, appetizer trays, light bulbs, china, holiday stuff etc. You name it, it's in there. There are more appetizer trays and crap in the basement. Most of it is stuff from my parents. I don't need 15 appetizer/cheese/olive trays. I definately don't need candy dishes. Seriously won't a pretty china bowl do?

My next "to-do" is to finally get rid of this type of crap. Anything in the basement is on the donation list. Anything that I haven't used in the past year is "outta here" (in an Harry Kalas voice) Gone. Why am I holding on to this crap. I've watched enough "Clean House" and "Hoarders" to know that it is crap. Crap someone at Goodwill or Salvation Army might love or need. I don't have enough patience for ebay or craigslist to actually sell this stuff.

I might take a picture of the crap though. A slice of America you could say.

Someday I will finish the Nasty Neighborhood lady story. I know the ending and I believe I (and others) have come out winners .

Commericial Break

2009-11-04T05:21:00.000-08:00

My body is changing. Finally! I notice definition in my arms from the weight-lifting. My waist-line is getting trimmer. Of course the shoe box fat square is still there. It might be a thinner box though. It'll be the last thing to go so why worry. My legs are stronger too. For once I can go to my FIT class after the former FIT class has passed. I still have muscle tightness, but I LOVE that feeling.

My body is definately different from this interval working out than just the running program I did years ago. I feel stronger now. Could I run as fast as I did back then? I don't know, haven't tried. I really have no desire to run like that again. Pushing myself past my limit is what brought on more and more injuries. That shouldn't happen again, because I don't have a desire to sign up for anymore 5k's, 10k's or half marathons.

Neighborhood ladies (part 2)

2009-11-03T06:20:00.000-08:00

Barb. First let me tell you why Barb amazes me. She has raised three wonderful children by herself. (her husband is a lawyer and is rarely home with all his traveling and late nights at the office) Barb is a master carpenter and master seamstress. If she sees it in a magazine she can copy it. She opened her own store on ebay and was extremely busy with it. She truly has talent.

Barb is also master liar, one-upper, materialistic snob, braggart and can gossip with the best of them.

My eye-opener with Barb was when I ran into her at the flower market. We had hung out, like neighbors do and even though I wasn't aware of the above I knew there was something off. I wasn't comfortable with her. We were very friendly though. (I met Barb before Abbey and Cara btw).

Back to my story. The flower market. It's a once a year event to raise funds for some charity. I was there with my children (only 2 at the time) and as I was leaving I saw Barb coming in with her friend. I was walking towards her and said "hi barb!" (i was maybe 10 feet away) She loooked at me, rolled her eyes and wispered something to her friend. I actually stopped in my tracks (now about 5' away) and said to myself "no she didn't just diss me!" I have no idea why I remember this event so clearly. I think it's because it was such a shock. It was so "Mean Girls", back in middle school, do a adults really do this kind of shit...shit. At this time I was still real friendly with Abbey so my life lessons came much later. I kept walking up to her, (because what the fuck just happened) and we spoke for about 30 seconds and she obviously didn't want to be seen with the likes of me.

At that time I realized she was a social climber to the max. It was the place to be seen and to show off the outfit, the kids, the stroller, the purse etc. Funny thing, I was parked at my in-laws estate down the street. Yes, I said estate. My in-laws are part of "society". I know the "in-people". Who cares. I don't go around telling everyone that I was invited to such and such's political fund raising party. That I could hang out with the D*P**t's at the annual steeplechase. Well, I could visit their tent, we don't actually receive an invitation. Whatever. We are so not into that whole society crap. We don't even bother going to the Event. Though, thinking about it, my kids would probably love it.

I want to introduce this person to the story. She was the one that Abbey hated so much on our walks. Abbey would tear her, her kids, her carpentry, seamstress skills to pieces for our ENTIRE walk. She hated her.

When Abbey dropped me (shortly after the above) she became best friends with Cara and Barb. Really. What the fuck?

Preview to part 3. What goes around comes around, also known as Karma is a Bitch!

neighborhood ladies (part 1)

2009-11-02T11:41:00.000-08:00

I met Abbey when she moved into our neighborhood. We got along great. She was funny, sarcastic and seemed like a good person. We met after I gave birth to my second child. At the time I was going through post-partum depression and didn't even realize it.

We walked about 3x a week and complained about everything on those walks. Husbands, kids, neighbors we didn't like..you get the idea. It was perfect for someone who wasn't happy. Let's rip apart everyone else and be happier.

Soon Cara moved into the neighborhood. Abbey dropped me like a hot potato and Cara was her new buddy. To say I was hurt is an understatement. I didn't get it. What did I do? This was probably one of the best things that happened to me though. My husband had a talk with me about my attitude and my being miserable all the time. I didn't realize how crappy I was treating him and everyone around me. I turned things around that day and never looked back. My home life got much better. (actually great).

The neighborhood life sucked. We used to have happy hours in these days. Go to someone's house, drink, eat apps and be merry. At this one happy hour I was having a great time. Then Cara walked by me and gave me daggers as I was talking to my friend's brother. Later I went into the dining room and found Abbey and Cara gossiping and talking smack about me. They looked at me like a pile a dirt and kept on talking. Later all the neighborhood ladies were in a room laughing and laughing and I felt like I didn't belong.

I walked out of the party and quit the neighborhood.

2009-11-02T05:06:00.000-08:00

I was #2 in the job interview. The candidate that got the job had industry experience. (I knew if I were to get beat out that would be deciding factor) They were very nice in their phone call to me and I wished them the best of luck (from my heart because they were good guys) .

I am using power tools. I think my husband might be scared.

I have a feeling all our rooms are soon going to covered in crown moldings.

I DO need a job.

Real smart

2009-10-30T05:12:00.000-07:00

Went trap shooting yesterday. Was in a pissy, wine drinking mood. Is that good? Drinking wine before handling a 12 gauge shot gun? The answer is yes AND no. First we had to wait over an hour before we were up. I have no patience. None, whatsoever. I sat around and looked at all the unhealthy people. Really quite sad, but they sure shoot well. We finally go up. I kill the target on my first shot. Killed it! My second, nicked it. My third, the gun recoiled and hit my boob. (because I wask dicking around and not paying attention...c/b the wine wearing off) Boobs are all fat and that was it. I was done. They (the other dudes + hubby) finished the round and my husband MADE ME go up and use his gun (less recoil) I smashed the first one and he made me do two more. You know all that "you fall off the horse, you get back on" talk. My boob hurt so much I was afraid to shoot again. I kept tensing up and that is not good. Though I think I learned the secret to destroying those targets.

I guess a lesson learned for the day is good. At the price of my right breast...not so good.

Crap

2009-10-29T14:16:00.000-07:00

I had a job interview today where they were in desperate straits. I thought I did well, but after I left I had about 20 questions I could of asked. Fuck! I went in there with a so-so attitude. Real calm and not in dire straits. I AM in dire straits. What the hell is wrong with me. Fuck. This place would of been perfect. They made their decision this afternoon and so far no phone call and it's well past 5.

Look on the brightside I can still work-out, move furniture, rugs, hang up pictures, cook dinners, have the wash pretty well under control and go on more field trips.

Yeah, I'd rather have a job.

Crap. (i'll pound out my frustrations at the gym tomorrow...and probably pull some muscle or another.)

Ironic

2009-10-28T12:52:00.000-07:00

Driving today thinking to myself : "do I really want a full-time job? I like running errands, working out at the gym, cooking dinners, getting all the wash done and put away. Hmmmm"

Get home and I have landed a job interview tomorrow.

Go figure.

OMG

2009-10-27T13:55:00.000-07:00

Am I the only human who wants a flip (clamshell) phone with a qwerty keyboard? I don't want a candy bar shaped phone. I have the Envy and I'm always dialing some unknown number with my purse. I love to text and I don't want to go back to the letters on the number keys. I don't want a blackberry either. Why should I check my email and pay an extra $30+ per month when the computer is in the next room? I found the perfect phone, but it's only available on the Sprint network and around here that network sucks.

Yeah, this is a stupid vent. I just really hate my cell phone.

The good the bad, richer and poorer

2009-10-26T08:25:00.001-07:00

I always like bad news first....

The bad:

My husband's company is closing down it's doors on 12/30/2009. All jobs will be lost or moved to New York state.

Every week I destroy a part of my body. This week I somehow destroyed my left stomach muscle. I learned that you use your stomach for most exercises. Things like pushups, squats, medicine balls etc. My FIT class today was a waste.

Poorer: (because that is bad news)

We have hit rock bottom. I have drained our savings, we are close to maxing out the credit cards and my unemployment ends 12/30/2009.

The good:

My husband got a full-time job that pays 7k more than this last position! We are going to be rich in a few weeks. (well for us) Since his hours and pay were cut 30% for the past 8 months this is fantastic!

Richer:

My friend is going through a rough (real bad) personal time right now. I realize how rich I am in family. How absoultely wonderful my husband is and how great I truly have it. I look at the "rich" people I know and how miserable their lives are. Consumed with the "joneses", consumed with their gossip, their jealousness, their material possessions and their cattiness. As "poor" as we are right now, honestly...life is truly good.

Letters to the family

2009-10-23T04:19:00.000-07:00

Joe,

This is NOT a laundry basket.

It is a chair. The laundry basket is in the closet. I've seen you use it before. But look.....

there is a laundry basket waiting to go downstairs! Fancy that. Oh, and that basket under the window...how hard would it be to throw your shoes in there? By the way is it really necessary to have 3 pairs of hiking boots?

Brandy,

yes, you. Why are you eating socks again? Isn't that a little puppyish? I know, I know, why are the kids leaving their socks all over the place for you to eat them? If I told them once I've told them a thousand times...blah, blah, blah. Please stop eating socks, for me. Ok?

Kids,

See the picture above? In the upper left hand corner you can see parts of the Sorry game. Why is it out? You know I'm going to throw it away, don't you? I've been ignorning it for a week now. I guess your father has also. I'm not sure why Brandy hasn't eaten the portions of the Sorry game. Maybe she has. Maybe YOUR socks have made her not not hungry for little plastic things and cardboard this week. I have a feeling she may have eaten the yellow person thing-a-ma-jig though. The blue and green thing-a-ma-jigs are in the boys room. Why is that? Really, why?

Love,

your wife, the lady who tells you that you stink and gives you baths and treats, and your mom.

answered

2009-10-21T05:09:00.001-07:00

This is why there are no pictures of me with the kids.

Tuesday

2009-10-20T07:37:00.000-07:00

Tuesday is the day I realize it is painful to get out of bed.

Tuesday is the day I realize I can't walk down the stairs with my toes facing forward.

Tuesday is the day I realize I can only walk down or up the stairs going sideways.

Tuesday is the day that I still go power-walking at 6:30 in the morning, but don't put as much power into it. Forget the running portion, it's not happening.

Tuesday is the day I take 1,600 mg of Ibuprofen by 10:30 in the morning to combat the pain of my hamstrings. I'm still wondering if it is working.

Tuesday is the day I decide I am still going to work my upper body even though my lower body is broken.

Tuesday is the day I realize my legs aren't as strong as I believed them to be.

Tuesday is the day I realize my legs will be stronger by next Tuesday.

Wednesday is the day I hope to repeat the class (FIT) that put me into this position. I know the exercises will be different. Please, please be all about the quads or any other portion of my body.

Oh, visceral fat....you bastard

2009-10-19T13:11:00.000-07:00

I've been researching visceral fat. Visceral fat is my shoe box like fat I carry on my midsection. I finally found the tape measure (underneath a dresser in the boy's room) and measured my waist. It's not pretty. It's actually quite ugly. 35.5" inches. In layman's terms my midsection is obese. I measured my hips since I had my clothes off and they are 36". I seem to be a body-type freak.

On the bright side I did lose another 2lbs. Well the scale showed a loss on Sunday. For all I know I could be 2lbs heavier today.

Worked my butt off in a "Fit" class. Burpees, jumping lunges (each leg) and broad jumps for reps of 10 each down to 1. I got to 4 each and felt the muscles in my legs giving out so I ended the routine with stretches. Thankfully I wasn't the only one who quit early.

Food is good. Exercise is good. Life is actually good. I'm thinking of taking my zoloft down a level. I feel that good. Even with my visceral fat being in a bad zone...I'm feeling quite fine.

2009-10-19T05:25:00.000-07:00

My daughter will never wear this shirt as long as I'm alive.

I see her little friends wearing it. Seriously, when you see that shirt what is the first thing that comes to mind? Could it be BITCH? That is what comes to my mind. I really hate this shirt. Maybe it's more of I don't want my daughter to get caught up in labels. I don't, but I have no problem with her wearing an shirt that says Abercrombie. I wish she would get that this company's sweat shop is probably right next the Kohls and Target's department store sweat shop.

No!

2009-10-16T11:10:00.000-07:00

Two posts in one day. I just got an email to save the date for a family reunion. What the fuck people. They (husband's family) have a fucking reunion every fucking year. You know what I do at the family reunion? I sit in the house and watch fucking baseball. I don't even like baseball. Let me backtrack...I like baseball now because the Phillies are in the race for the pennant. (is that what it's called? ...Whatever World Series) I don't go outside because usually the day of the reunion is 100% humidity and direct sunlight (remember I am a vampire) I don't feel like hearing about the "old times". I don't care about the old times. I don't know half the people there. I end up yucking it up with my nieces and nephews (who are the only fun ones there because they are all in their 20s)

You know what. I'm not going. So there!

Life

2009-10-16T07:03:00.000-07:00

I am unemployed. I have a lot of time on my hands and no money. That's my life. In my free time I volunteer, work-out, move furniture, move large carpets, stare at the walls in my den and think of what I can hang on the 1970's wood paneling to hide the 1970's paneling. For your information my husband has an obsession with having 1970's wood paneling. He wears lots of plaid and wrangler jeans too. He has issues with dorkitude.

My new obsession is creating a craft area in the basement playroom. This area will house all the crap we can never find in the house. Otherwise known as the crap that is in every room in our house (even the bathroom) Things like; tape, scissors, paper, crayons, markers, pencils, pens, hole punchers, string, beads, post-it's, etc. By the way...i'm not crafty. I just want to be able to not answer the following questions:
1. where is the tape
2. where are the scissors
3. where are the crayons........................... I think you get my drift. Usually I say things like "go in the dining room and look under the boyscout manual, which is under so-and so's permission slip, under the ream of paper the school sent home because I'm suppose to have time to read it, but never will"

I wish my husband would help with my project. I refuse to nag him. It's easier just to do it. Less fights too. He doesn't see my vision. I can't say I blame him. I don't have a clear vision. I think he wants me to get a full-time job (for much needed money) and so I stop rearranging furniture all the time. Even my kids think I'm a bit of a wack job. I think the latter is in the mom job description manual. I'm all about the rules.

letters to the family

2009-10-14T10:08:00.000-07:00

Dad,

There is this thing called a plate. You put your toast on it, THEN cut it and eat off THE plate. Also, I really don't care about Bank of America dividends.

Tommy and David,

We have had this conversation 1,000th's of times. You don't wear jeans ONCE and then expect me to wash them. You wear your jeans 20x THEN I wash them. Be a little more like your mom. It really pissed me off when I came in your room and saw this...........

You do realize that laundry basket was empty on SUNDAY! I'm going to start charging each of you 25 cents when I find unworthy jeans in the laundry basket.

Julia,

You tell your teacher YOU forgot your homework because your house is messy. Listen sister, you have papers strewn throughout the house. In the living room, kitchen, dining room and den. I've already recycled your homework once please learn your lesson and keep everything in one place. Also I'm sick of those little, strange, big headed girls you draw. Why must each one be cut into a little square. I threw them out. Whoops.

Felix,

You are a cat. Not a dog.

Joe,

The dryer IS NOT YOUR CLOTHES drawer. You do realize that it would be easier on you to put dry clothes in your bedroom rather then coming downstairs to get clean clothes. Oh and please clean out the cars. Example, when you take the dog on training runs in the creek, remove all the camoflauge thing-a-ma-jigs out of my car. There is a seat cushin and big-ass waders in there. My car smells like wet feet, wet dog and I think ass.

A box

2009-10-13T09:39:00.000-07:00

I've been checking out my stomach. Actually I'm obsessed with the fat that is there. It's a strange fat. I don't have fat all around my mid-section. It seems to me that I have an adult shoe box within my stomach cavity. It's a square looking fat. I also have a rather large belly button. You can see said belly button through my wicky wear. The fat is pliable when sitting down. Standing up it looses it's pliability. I'm pretty firm underneath my breasts. Not so much in the area of the large belly button. Hmmm.

I am developing a stronger core. Not that it helps with the shoe sized box of fat. I seem to be the only one in the gym with this shoe box fat. (there are some with the tire of fat) I really don't care too much anymore. Maybe I look pregnant. Probably do.

I quit the scale. I really did. It's pointless. It pisses me off too much. Yesterday I did a kick-ass lower body workout with a killer old-school stairmaster routine. I know the scale would show a 2lb gain from a muscle gain. I don't need to see it in black and white.

A normal Monday

2009-10-12T13:11:00.000-07:00

My youngest son (age 5) get's off the school bus all excited.

David: "mommy, mommy I got the funniest book at the library today. It's hysterical"
Mom: "that's great!"
David: "mommy, it is soooo funny you have to see it!"

I start to open his backpack. (at this point he's practically jumping up and down he's so excited about this funny book)

This is the book.

It could of been worse. "The Story of the Holocaust" could of been in his backpack.

Seriously

2009-10-10T06:15:00.000-07:00

I have been sick for close to three weeks. (side note: I finally went to the doctor and received antibiotics and cough medicine for the bacterial infection and touch of bronchitis I had....I am feeling much better!) Ok so for at least the past one (1) week I haven't had much solid food. I've been living on green tea with lemon, a protein shake (or 2) a day and saltines. Friday, I finally had some egg salad, whole wheat toast, a cookie, turkey chilli and half a brownie. This morning before I go to the gym I decide to weigh myself. I haven't lost one fucking pound! What is up with that? I didn't expect to see a 5lb loss or anything that drastic, but a 2lb loss would of been nice. Let's not even get into the bowel movement I had this morning from having real food 24 hours earlier.

Well at least I'm pissed off. I see a serious workout in the next hour.

The biggest of them all

2009-10-07T11:00:00.001-07:00

I love my father. I really do. He is great to us. He sits our children for free, watched our children when I was working part-time, then full-time, cuts our grass and is always trying to fix things with caulk. He is great and I don't know how I would of done it without him.

Thing is ...... he is at our home every, singe day. Every. Single. Day. Why? The children are all in school and I am unemployed. I am never in our house alone. Never. Ever. Him being here every, single day is my biggest bitch. I just want one day in this house by myself. To do what? I don't know, watch bad T.V., clean, pick my nose I just want to sit in the den and do something, nothing, whatever. At this point every thing pisses me off. He wears his hiking boots and dirties up my floor. If he isn't wearing them he's walking bare foot in my house. (seriously he can't win) He sits in our den and watches MSNBC until the kids come home. (you see why I'm depressed)

He thinks the internet is a magical being where I can find all pieces of weird information. I had to search for the size of his polyp in his colon and find how rare that size was. All I could find were medical journals that made no sense.

When I come home from working out, or volunteering I usually can learn: some obscure story that was in the NYTimes, what some idiot politician said on MSNBC, that "you people" (me and joe) have not bought, are out of or misplaced, his latest bill for surgery and what medicaid/medicare has paid out for said surgery.

He is in the den right now reading the paper and watching MSNBC. Did you know that we can't watch TV in this house on Sundays? He tapes every political talk show known to man. With a DVR you can tape two shows at a time, but you must watch one of them. We have been yelled at for watching tv on a Sunday. God forbid he missed something on Meet the Press.

He gets really upset when the mailman is late. He use to open our mail (by mistake he claims). I don't have our mail sent to our home anymore. It's all online.

He will sit here until the kids get off the bus. Then he will leave. If Joe takes the all the children on a hike or to play in the creek with the dog my dad will be here within 5 minutes of leaving. In all honesty I asked my husband if I was on suicide watch. (this is when I lost my job and was extremely upset) None of this pisses Joe off. Joe is cool. Speaking of Joe, once my father left (it was Saturday afternoon) so we decided to have a bit of "afternoon delight". Thank God we were not loud. (at least I don't think we were) We were almost finished and I heard someone downstairs. Yep, you guessed it...my dad. He drove to the bank, because the mailman was late.

Fucking mailman.

2009-10-06T06:49:00.000-07:00

I started this blog to track my dieting and running. During that time I discovered I was pretty good at running. I became obsessed with all things running. Every 5k I got better. I ran a half marathon in a decent time (considering the course wasn't flat). Then I became injured and kind of slacked on my running. I still love running, I just don't have a competitive desire in it. I don't need to prove myself and better myself every time I go out. I run a slow pace and sometimes a fast pace. Running doesn't rule my life anymore.

I feel that I'm fake on this blog. I'm done with it. I'm going to blog about other things. The mundane, my musings, things that piss me off, idiots I meet, things my kids do, my vents...you get the drift. I will still blog about diet and exercise too, just not so much. I'm not going to abbreviate swear words anymore. No more "f" or sh*t. I have a potty mouth in real life. When my friend and I walk/run sometimes it's "fuck this, fuck that, fuck that shit, that fucker", I hate that bitch", and so on. That's me and my friends. My friends are professionals in the work place (very high-ups) we aren't ignorant. It's just the way we sometimes talk and well, I'm not going to act like I don't do that.

I'm going to complain and vent. I'm not going to be politically correct. If offend someone, sorry. No need to come back. I'm going to brag about my kids. I'll probably bitch about them too. Same goes with my husband. Ditto on the neighbors.

Be forwarned :0 !

New Category

2009-10-05T15:12:00.000-07:00

Inane Question:

Pronunciation: \i-ˈnān\
Function: adjective
Etymology: Latin inanis
Date: 1662
1 : empty, insubstantial
2 : lacking significance, meaning, or point : silly

Question. Do Mexican's talk really fast or does it just seem that way because I have no idea what they are saying?

eh

2009-10-05T11:09:00.001-07:00

I'm starting to feel better. Now it's more of a sinus headace (all the time) I'm having a bit of sleep deprivation which is not good (for the losing of belly fat...of course it isn't).

I've discovered nasal rinsing. Which is taking 8 ounces of distilled water, mixing in a solution and shoving it up one nostril and waiting for it to come out the other without holding your breath. Honestly, it's the greatest thing ever.

This weekend I lived on green tea with honey and lemon. I threw in some pasta with broccoli rabe and treated myself to a little Ben & Jerry's.

Good workout this am. With the exception of the muscle ladies on my stair master. I shouldn't bitch, they are the reason I started using the machine in the first place. I was forced to do sprints on the broken (no heartrate and the incline was messed up) treadmill.

Issues

2009-10-03T10:40:00.001-07:00

Yesterday I layed around all day with my illness. Learned that I've been taking the wrong medicine. Got the right medicine. Layed around more, then went bra shopping for my ten year old. Almost passed out under the hot store lights.

This morning I got on the scale and saw that I had dropped a pound. Usually I would be estatic and weigh myself 2 more times just to make sure. I decided that I had lost a pound of muscle and not fat. I went to the gym and did lower body lifting and a lower body ab workout.(35 minutes) All the time coughing and on the way home I destroyed two tissues with snot. This is where I have issues. Though, I didn't do an upper body workout because I knew I didn't have the strength. I realized my limitations.

Today I have taken the following: sudafed, mucinex-d, a multi-vitamin, synthroid (hypothyroidism), an anxiety med, three (3) acyclovir. The last is for the cold sore I am now getting. Life is grand {snark} I also took a treximet for the headace I was getting. Treximet is for my migraines, not sinus infections, but the headace seemed to be moving in migraine territory so what the hell, what is one more pill these days.

I have had about 6 cups of green tea with lemon and honey. I have drank two bottles of Vitamin Water (which is a faith that it works wonders because I NEVER buy bottled water) and two large glasses a tap water.

I have eaten a protein shake and egg whites with whole wheat toast. I had an oreo cookie too. (it was just there begging to be eaten).

I put make-up on so as to not scare the parents of my daughter's playdate. I ended up passed out upstairs (trying to stave off the migraine/headace) and my husband took the host role. He thought he would be "ha-ha" funny answering the door with a beer in hand. (he didn't)

I'm going to the doctor's on Monday (which I should of done on Friday) if I am still sick. My husband is sick also, just not a severe as I am. I found a dayquill box in my car the other day. I wonder where the medicine is?

I think I'll have another glass of green tea.

Emails

2009-10-02T11:37:00.000-07:00

I'm gong to start posting emails that I send to friends and family. They seem to crack those people up. (e.g. I sent one to my husband once and he forwarded it to everyone at work. I didn't think is was THAT funny. I would of made it more hysterical if I knew I had an audience. This isn't that funny either, but my friend cracked up over it. ________________________________________
Dear K,
I meant to tell you something this morning. I know you are perturbed (tr.v. per•turbed, per•turb•ing, per•turbs
1. To disturb greatly; make uneasy or anxious.
2. To throw into great confusion.
3. Physics & Astronomy To cause perturbation, as of a celestial orbit.

[Middle English perturben, from Old French perturber, from Latin perturb re : per-, per- + turb re, to throw into disorder (from turba, confusion, perhaps from Greek turb ).]
about my half n half consumpution along with my love of mayonaise. I have cut my coffee consumption by over 70%. I've been drinking tons of tea lately. No dairy!! Now since I'm sick I put some honey in it. Yes, yes, lots of calories, but it is still good for the body (b vitamins) Regarding the mayonaise. I can't eat an egg-salad sandwich without it. I eat the former about 2x a week. Dry egg on bread gives you yellow teeth also. I take too many pills to add your vitamins more to the mix. (even though I think I take less than you on a normal basis) Maybe I've been sick so long is because I don't take vitamins.

I hope this helps with your perturbitude.

My stomach muscles are killing me too. I felt like an idiot on that ball today. I had to prove I wasn't a total dork to myself so I ran sprints on the treadmill. Wherein I hacked up a lung. I cleaned it up according to YMCA standards.

m

Still sick

2009-10-01T07:17:00.001-07:00

and I'm still exercising. I figured taking the past weekend off did NOT help at all so "f" it. I'm on Mucinex-D and Benadryl. With those I can still workout.

I added abs to my routine. I probably looked pretty pathetic in the gym today using that big-assed ball. One exercise I did 2 sets of 5. I have no ab muscles to speak of. I do have a rather large, visceral, fat stomach though. It looks wonderful in wicky wear. At this point I really don't care as long as the wicky wear covers it. Yesterday I had to put a t-shirt over my wicky because the shirt kept creeping up. I have rather large (D) boobs also. They should drop to a C after I lose 10 lbs.

My rb#1 is unhappy with the cream in my coffee and mayo in my egg salad. I've cut my coffee intake by 60% and I like mayo. She thinks I should drop all fat and take supplements. I'm not a fan of the pills. Maybe that's why I have a cold because I don't take vitamins. I guess I'll add vitamins to my shopping list. It can't hurt. I'm also going the low-sodium V-8 route. I don't get 5 servings of veggies a day.

My body feels tighter. The scale showed a 2lb loss yesterday. Which means 4lbs lost in September. I'm happy with that because my jeans don't feel tight, though my body does. I know I am building good muscle. I'm working out 5x a week and sometimes 2x a day. (morning powerwalk/run , weight lifting and some light cardio in the afternoon)

I'm debating a Sprint Tri. I found a bike I can borrow. The 5k portion will be a piece of cake. I just have to get the swimming portion down pat. Thankfully I did competitive swimming for over 10 years so I have the structue down. I just need to build up the endurance.

SICK

2009-09-29T08:07:00.000-07:00

I am sick and tired. My cold is getting worse and worse. I spent the entire weekend laying around the house or sleeping. I'm on the heavy duty meds you have to get from behind the pharmacy. I can't seem to kick this cold!

I'm still lifting weight (exception of this weekend) and doing my power walks. Today was the first time we ran in a week. We both had to quit because of RB's back and my running form (in which I was leaning over as I ran) I have not done my 3x a week cardio at the gym in a week.

I'm still the same weight. (as far as I can see, because the scale is a blur without contacts in the am) I don't feel like I'm eating much at all. I have the protein shakes after Power walks and lifting. Last night I barely got down some chicken. I'm eating pretzels because they scratch my throat.

All I want to do is lay in bed all day. That's not possible when you have three children.

whine, whine, whine

2009-09-24T08:57:00.000-07:00

I love my husband, I really do. Though he can get pouty on me.

Last night I told him I didn't think I was up for trap shooting tomorrow. You would of thought I said "i'm not planning on having any sex for the rest of the month" (yes, it was September 23rd) A lot of "why's", "I'll let you wear my vest" blah, blah, blah. I'm like "Look at me!" (shoulder/arm) "yeah, that is pretty bad" insert excuses again. So I'm going. He thinks we are going on Sunday also, but I'm out. Once a week is enough. It's horribly humid here, so I'm in tank tops and I look like a battered woman (a one sided one at that) I'm tired of explaining to horrified friends the story.

I'm debating on getting back into the pool in a couple of weeks. My upper-body weight training is going well. I think I need more delts and shoulder lifting to get a really good swim workout.

yeah, it's serious

2009-09-23T12:34:00.000-07:00

when you google "can you exercise with a head cold" and "is exercise good for you when you have a cold". I learned that as long as there is no fever and the cold is above the neck go for it. So I did. Upper body weight training and fat burning on the eliptical machine. The latter is hard because I want to push myself into a heaving breathing frenzy. I can't do that and keep my heartrate around 120. I feel like a loser on the machine. Usually after 30 minutes I go to the treadmill and do 10 minutes of 8:34 sprints and 15 min rest/walks. Today my heart wasn't into it because I don't think the gym approves of hacking coughs and lugies.

Could it be

2009-09-22T06:13:00.000-07:00

That I have PMS? (see former post) I think I might after what I did last night.

To make a long story short...during my children's swim team practice I went onto the pool deck (a NO-NO) and asked the lane coach why my daughter was moved to a slow lane. Usually I would let it go and wait a week and then inquire. I stewed for 20 minutes until I couldn't take it anymore (and analyzed the children in the faster lane) and then I confronted (in a non-threatning manner) the coach. I don't buy her expanation...basically the "slow" lane kids just do mechanics. My daughter has her stroke down. I want her to get endurance and speed. Anyhow I've made my point. (and probably an ass out of myself, because I don't want to be THAT mom)

That's the thing with Uterine Ablation, I have no idea when I would of gotton my period. Not that I'm complaining about not having that anymore.

Figured out why my walk/run yesterday was so "off". I was dehydrated from Sunday. I think I had two large glasses of water Sunday. The rest was diet soda and wine. Not good.

Today's power walk/run was much better. We are at a fast pace on our run portion. I'm keeping up with RB#1 and I assume she knows we are running faster than 9 min miles. She is in much better shape than myself and is obsessed. I understand because I've been there. Her training (she has a trainer) is really intense. Too intense that I can't even go there.

Oh and my husband got paid this morning. Now I can pay bills and go grocery shopping. Fun! I'll do that after I do some lower body leg training. I want my jeans just a little bit tighter! :)

Frustrated

2009-09-21T12:25:00.000-07:00

I am frustrated because:

the two pounds I lost Friday have come back plus 1.

I put the shotgun in the "wrong pocket" and I have two huge bruises to show for it. I can't do any weight training with muscles involving the chest.

My husband's company (Fortune 500) messed up his paycheck Friday. By "messed-up" I mean they didn't pay him. We are still waiting. We have 14.92 in our checking account.

That my weekend was screwed because my husband insisted we go to a 7 year old's b-day party because they were watching college football. (aka ... free beer). Of course we couldn't buy child a gift because we had no money. (I don't like to use credit cards) I don't care about college football and I'm done with drinking in the afternoon (like 5+ years ago)

We have ants again.

I have a cold.

My powerwalk/run this morning pretty much sucked.

My jeans were tight this morning (yeah, yeah...new muscles)

My arms look like my Italian grandmother's. That is not a good thing.

Let's hope tomorrow is a better day.

Trap shooting and Mainstreaming

2009-09-18T03:33:00.000-07:00

I'm getting better!! Sunday I hit 3 of 25. Last night 11 of 25!

I learned that: my husband (like myself) is not a good teacher, that I canNOT wink or close one eye AT ALL, and that I prefer a trap gun over a field gun. The latter might not be true because I used the first two lessons on my last "go-around". When we originally got there I went to the practice stand and missed every damn one. Finally Joe goes "are you closing one eye?" Oh, yeah....forgot that rule. Then I hit one.

While waiting for the practice run to re-open a group of guys need a 5th person. The owner said I could go so WTF, I told them as long as they didn't mind my suckage I would join. Ron (owner) asked if I wanted to use the gun that he has for sale. "Sure". He showed me how it worked then told me to hold it. "No, no, no, no!" I'm standing all wrong, and leaning the opposite way. He fixed that in 2 minutes, I taped bandaids on the left eye of the safety glasses(very vogue...I'm buying an eye-patch for next time) and went to shoot. Later Joe said I looked "hot" up there so it works! I really want my own trap gun though. *sigh*..

David has a child with Asperger's Syndrome in his class. (my friend works with the mother) The experiment is failing. Everyday I get a new story about how "T" has kicked someone in the head, pulled scissors on some kid, threatened death on another, and/or hit someone.. T has been sent to the principals office several times, and is in time-out on a daily basis. This is kindergarten. T is being main-streamed. I think T needs to go to the Autistic School in our state for a year (or 2). T's parents are meeting with the Advisory Committee next week. T's mother says they "have to" let him stay because he's testing off the chart (IQ wise) Social interaction wise he is failing (in my mind). I understand her dilemma. I would fight for my child if he/she were like T. Though I have to think of my own child in that class. He's not learning because the teacher is focused on T. Is that fair to the other 22 students?

My old boss has a son that is on the autistic scale (lower end) He went to the Autism School for 3 years and is now being mainstreamed. He is in a class with two teachers (one works with the "special" children...if that's not PC I don't know another way to put it) and so far is doing great. He's in 2nd grade and loves school. I hope T's mother will explore this option.

just stuff

2009-09-17T08:23:00.001-07:00

I'm not getting on the scale because I'm building muscle and I know the scale is not my friend anymore.

All the serious musclular people work out around 10pm at the Y.

Some girls who have no body fat (or muscle tone that I can see for that matter) can lift a large amount of weight. Though not for reps of 15 and sets of 3.

I think my left deltoid is messed up.

One, Two, Three

2009-09-15T13:54:00.000-07:00

Workout #1. Powerwalk, run, sprint for 40 minutes. Refuse to sprint downhills. Shins did not hurt today. Yea!

Workout #2. 35 minutes upper body weight training. Let's hope arms don't turn to useless jelly limbs tomorrow.

Workout #3. Move an old heavy persian carpet from underneath a king size metal bed that has 8 floor supports ( why ???) with a NASA engineered foam mattress on top. ALL BY MYSELF

Workout #3 produced more sweat than 1 and 2 combined.

I should thank my husband for workout #3 because he liked the discusting yellow and white persian carpet and didn't want to help me move it. Thank you sweetie!

shakes and shins

2009-09-14T06:38:00.000-07:00

So, I've discovered protein shakes. RB #1 and #2 drink these shakes in the morning or after intense exercise. RB#2 made me one after our run on Saturday (her first ever 5k) and it was like drinking vanilla and peanut butter icecream. She gave me a chocolate one for later which I had this morning after my 45 minute PW/R. It tasted like cake batter. It's my new obsession. It will be perfect for my 3pm snack. I can't get enough food in me at 3pm. This should hit the spot.

My poor shins. The past two runs I have had intense shin pain. I almost thought I put on an old pair of sneakers (since Brooks doesn't change the colors by much every year) . I couldn't attempt any sprints. It looks like I will have to do some sort of stretching before runs. I used to do a lot of stretching in the day (2 years ago) but have been lazy lately because I was so used to only power walks.

My arms are no longer in pain. I worked those out last Wednesday and the pain finally went away today. It seems I will be forced to drink a protein shake after my arm training on Tuesday. Poor me, ha!

Husband is sooo excited I am into trap shooting. I thought I would be cramping his style, but he loves it. We went again on Sunday. Another range which was basically inhabited by white trash. Luckily my group was cool. I hit the first three out then missed the other 22. Though these were going all different ways which I was not expecting. Someone should of given me a heads up on that one. Someone like my husband.

I'm getting my "pull" measured at the local gun shop. (which is nowhere near my house) Not sure why, just to know I guess. I can't afford a shot-gun. Maybe Santa can bring me one. I wish he would bring me a bow and arrow. I've been watching too much Robin Hood on the BBC lately.

Diet is good. Lost 2 lbs this past week. Everything feels tighter which honestly makes me happier than the scale going down.

Hot

2009-09-11T05:20:00.000-07:00

So, I've added weight training to my repitore. I worked out my arms on Wednesday and legs on Thursday. Let's just say my legs are fine and my arms (especially triceps) are in firery, pounding, pain. Once the pain is gone and I build up some muscle I'm going to add swimming to my schedule. Right now I don't think I could do a lap of freestyle if you paid me.

Last night I went trap shooting with my husband. He's been bugging me for over a year. What fun! I started with a 20 guage and a small load. First shot out I hit the target dead center. Which is pretty amazing since I didn't even see the target and I just kinda shot the gun because someone said "pull". I learned how to hold a gun, which is a lot like learning how to golf, it takes a while. After that I missed most of the targets. My instructor left and then it was me and my husband. I got tired (of missing) and he took my gun and began shooting. Hubby was about 60% on the targets. He switched to his 12 guage and a large load he hit every target. Hmmmm, maybe my gun sucks. I tried his. Aaaa haaa loved it. Hit 60% of the next 10 targets. For some reason watching my hubby kick ass with the gun I decided he is the hottest sexiest man around. Oh and yes, I'm going back next week because it was too much fun. I would love to learn bow and arrow, but until my arms work again that will have to wait.

Diet is going well. I'm taking a rest day from exercising today. Hope to get a 3 mile run in tomorrow if this drenching rain ever stops.

Check

2009-09-08T14:07:00.000-07:00

Gym bag packed. Check.
Look for job. Check.
Go to gym. Check.
Get dressed in gym clothes. Check.
Put left shoe on. Check.
Pick up right shoe. Check.
Right shoe is a left shoe and it is my 10 year old daughters shoe. Scream ARGH. Check.
Look at fat bottom half in gym mirrow. Home mirrow is much more forgiving.
Go home. Check.
Hope to get a PWalk/run/sprint in tonight.

Another day in the M household. Check.

I Partook

2009-09-06T09:11:00.000-07:00

•partake - (formal) To take part in an activity; to participate; To share (of)

Year 1990 approx value $500+ per bottle. We (22) shared a magnum of that absoultely fantastic, out-of-this-world, bountiful, silk like, etc, etc, etc wine. We also drank Penfolds Grange (1991) which was fantastic and several (8) other incredible bottles of wine. I wish my wine steward of sister-in-law would turn 50 more often. The food was A-list. Who would of thought a plate lined with cantaloupes, topped with arugula, bacon, fried sweet potato balls with a tangy dressing would be the best salad I have ever tasted. Don't even get me started on the beef tenderloin.

Yeah, I basically said "screw the diet!"

I even power walked, ran and sprinted for 45 minutes this morning.

So far a very good weekend.

2009-09-04T04:49:00.000-07:00

Thursday was not really a good day. I was eating chex-mix out of the box around 9:30 p.m. Probably because I skipped dinner. Lesson learned.

My Optomotrist lowered my perscription. I found that out after driving around doing errands and not seeing that well. The bifocal contacts don't really work on the computer or looking at my cell phone for phone numbers either. I'm hoping they will just change my perscription to the old one and forget about it. Obviously it's time for a new optomotrist in two years.

Did not walk/run yesterday. Just did some digging on my path. Then my neighbor came over with a little back hoe and asked why I didn't tell him I was digging a path. He could of dug it out in less than 20 min. Like how the heck am I to know that he is renting a little hoe for the week. He did dig out an old tree stump for me though.

Oh and.....yes, we sold that big ugly pick-up truck! $200. Something called the drive shaft was hanging off and they had to supply the battery to get it started. I guess the drive shaft was pretty important because while trying to back it up some guy had to look under the truck while the other guy put the p/u in various gears. Nice. I'm just glad it's gone and now we pay off our dental balance.

Jennifer, if we had a boat ....well read my comment on the last post! I have no suggestions.

Day 4

2009-09-03T04:31:00.001-07:00

I have POWER walked, run and sprinted for 4 days straight. (3.83 miles in 45 minutes, hills included) I have spent 2 days digging a 90 sq. ft path seven inches deep. For a partial first week I think that's pretty good. I have lost 2lbs.

Yesterday I drank over 80oz of water. I've noticed my skin looks much healthier.

I also found out that I need BI-FOCAL's! I now have a pair of bi-focal contacts. Now I can read and see distance when I wear contacts. Hurray for me.

My husband informed me this morning he is selling that old ass p/u truck I mention a few months back. Will only get a few $100 for it, but at this point I don't care. I was going to buy a new battery for it today, but I think whatever is wrong with it is more than a battery. I think hubby knew this, but didn't think I would ever actually try to fix the truck. Did he really think I would allow the truck to spend another year sitting in our driveway with last years dead xmas tree in it? Seriously?

I

Day 2

2009-09-01T04:34:00.000-07:00

Food yesterday: Good. Not great, but good. I can't have a different dinner than my family. I ate half my normal portions. Which included mashed potatos. (hubby made dinner for us!)

Did another power walk and run with friend. Increased the run (my suggestion). The run felt great. No real struggling. We both kept pace with each other. We did a sprint at the end. Usually she kicks my ass. She still did, but I had her in the beginning and in the middle she caught me and went about 20 yds further than I did. We have set up a plan for today to increase the run even further. Goal...to beat her in the sprint. She knows me, and is patiently waiting for this.

Anxiety and Stress: One of the things that relieves my anxiety/depression is working in the yard. I found this out when I created a small garden path through our vegetable garden. I've taken on a much bigger project. I'm creating a brick and sand path to our back door from our driveway. Like the garden path no one is helping me. (husband and my father, who basically lives here anymore) Actually they look at me like I'm nuts. That pisses me off a bit. Since it pisses me off I will work harder. Since the gym is closed I'm putting this into the category of upper body work for the week. Pictures to follow.