When I first found out I was pregnant with this newest addition to our clan I still felt fine. I vowed that I would keep running, I wouldn't slow down with my workout routines and I would do a 5k every few months to keep me motivated.I might be walking those 5k's now. Once I'm "with child" as H loves to call it, I become incredibly sick. Unless I'm asleep, I'm sick. I throw up a lot and I spontaneously gag whenever, wherever. It's really sexy. The idea that I would be "Super Prego!" with this third pregnancy suddenly became laughable. I get so sick that water gives me heartburn. I'm on medication just so I can act like a somewhat competent parent, take care of the kids, make their food and keep some of my own food down. Bagels are my … [Read more...]
Is There a Plan C?
A week or so ago I mentioned that I had some "stunning" news. That news would be that after the debacle that was Mirena and some malfunctions on Lifestyles part and Plan B, it has come to our notice that now we need a Plan C. I'm pregnant. This my friends, was not planned. We, well I, was done. No more pregnancies, no more babies and puking up my insides for months on end. No more ginormous boobs to contend with as well as puffiness, cankles, or pants that don't stay up. My breeding days were over. Ha! I feel like the Grand Pumpkin that comes to life in the Simpsons Treehouse of Horrors spoof. He is fed pumpking bread by Milhouse and then screams, "Revenge!" and sets out to eat all the little children at the Halloween party. Yes, Lifestyles and … [Read more...]
The 90’s
Next week I will be journey into the cold, arctic North known as New England. My grandmother is turning ninety. Ninety, y'all. That's a big-time, lets all party down event. Cake and ice cream will be served. There might be a sash or crown. Like my grandmother, this event will be ...wait for it...LEGENDARY.Sorry, I couldn't resist.Here is four generations of the family right here. Many more will be present and I can't wait. … [Read more...]
Let’s Achieve Something Great Today. Lives Depend On It.
Here's the thing about me. I'm am not a nurturer. In fact, my family calls me "Nurse Ratchett". When my husband is hurt he asks for my help only out of desperation. I don't like pain and suffering. I'm more of the 'suck it up' 'your legs aren't broken' type of person. I think I've actually told my kids that. OK. I confess. I have told my kids that. Yet, I'm oddly empathetic to total strangers and those in need. I still get choked up about the Titantic, people. When I read a blog post, "It's Getting Real Bad" from Virginia, a Pittsburgh blogger, I got choked up. Then motivated. She has friends Jamie and Ali McMutrie in Haiti who run an orphanage there. If you didn't read the link I just posted here's the brief … [Read more...]
Waste Always Makes Me Angry
That title my friends is a direct quote from 'Gone with the Wind' courtesy of Rhett Butler. While he was talking about the Civil War and the South, I am talking about clothes.I give away a lot of stuff. I belong to Freecycle. I donate to Goodwill, Purple Heart, my church and to the Vietnam Veterans Association. If I have something to give, I will give it. I buy second-hand items too. If we no longer need it but someone else might then I am happy to offer it up. I don't like waste. It is not good for us or the planet. Therefore, I just cannot understand this type of behavior from H&M or any other company, even the evil W. When I first saw the article (tweeted by @jodifur and @amalah), I was aghast. Surely, there had to be some good, plausible reason that bags upon bags of … [Read more...]
Taking a Break and Some Guilt
After riding behind someone driving a Nissan Xterra who put their hazard lights on to drive through slush, grocery shopping through the holiday melee and putting up a good sweat at the gym I felt a bit addled yesterday. Wanting to beat someone for driving badly in slush is not on par for this time of year. My black heart was still neatly intact. I needed to squelch this irritable air. Fast.I unpacked the groceries, skipping over the black ice, fed the kids lunch and then put them down for naps. Instead of running to my laptop to get work done, putting away laundry, toys or cleaning up other areas of the house and our life, I grabbed a copy of Elle and a cup of coffee. Then I sat my butt down on the couch and read the rest of the magazine, which … [Read more...]
Snowy Day
It is ironic that TD came home from school on Friday with the book and DVD, The Snowy Day. A gift from her teachers we have already worn this book/DVD combo out. We did, indeed, have a "Loaf Seven" weekend. Mid-storm. We used my neighbors Hummer to go get pizza. Hangovers need pizza. Blizzard be damned.The Comedian literally gets stuck in the snow.TD: "Eeehh, it's 8:30! I want to go inside? Why is my Pep shoveling the deck?! I have the weirdest family."I am 12. My need to build a tunnel/igloo is too strong. H and I were the only adults playing outside without our kids. TD went inside for "hot chocoh" after only an hour. … [Read more...]
Kick Some Box
Despite the fact that I'm under the weather (sigh, again.) I'm going to try kick boxing tonight. My attempt at boxing last week was sweat-inducing, red-faced fun, boredom and exhileration all roled into one hour. While it is definitely an incredible workout I really was loathe to having a basketball being bounced off my stomach. Yes, you heard me. It came out of nowhere and immediately pissed me off. If the instructor wanted to get more fire out of me he got a big ol' FAIL. I don't play that way. I felt all at once invaded and angry. I didn't want to try harder I simply wanted to yell at him, "WTF! WTF is WRONG with you?! Are you MAD?! I had a baby just a few... oh, wait, it was a year ago...STILL. You don't just bounce … [Read more...]
A Barbie Dream House for Me
A reprint of a post from the past- all about a Christmas past. Enjoy! Be sure to check out MPR's Holiday Gift Guide- new items have been added!There it sat. Huge and under the tree. The tag insisted that I was correct, this big box from Santa/my grandparents was intended for only me. My five year-old brain was buzzing with ideas. I could barely contain my excitement. My mother kept warning me to stay away from the tree, "It's not time to open presents yet. Stop touching things and back away from the tree!" I think I might have done a little dance of protest before I backed away. I sat on my grandmother's paisley and floral couch and wondered, what could it be? A pony? It was certainly a large enough box. Then my mind settled on it. The only thing it could be. The only thing I … [Read more...]
I Am Not Amused.
I saw a t-shirt the other day and I think it was supposed to be amusing. As in, "Ha, isn't it funny that I do this? Come on! You know you do it too." Except it just screamed, "Ha! I control everything! I can't let anyone do anything for themselves and I enjoy stunting my children for life." Well, that is what it screamed to me. Anyways...The t-shirt said, "Wink if you do your's kids homework." Oh you, cheeky t-shirt,you. I thought that we were supposed to be out of this helicopter "trend". … [Read more...]