my friend, ashley tagged me. i know these things can be painful to read - so no hard feelings if you want to skip this post. in fact, i never do them when e-mailed to me and the only reason i'm doing it this time is because i think ashley would do something mean if i didn't. she'd probably go as far as hurting my Rosemary plant. she already sabotaged my carrot so it wouldn't grow. is there nothing you won't do???
"tag your it!...here are the rules: Post these rules on your blog. Answer these 15 questions about yourself on your blog. List 3 Joys, 3 Fears, 3 Goals, 3 Current Obsessions/Collections and 3 Random/Surprising facts. Tag 5 people at the end of your post by leaving their names. Let them know they are tagged by leaving a comment on their blog"
ok - here i go -
JOYS: 1- my husband - especially when he actually leaves work when he says he will - that brings great joy. 2- my kids - even when noah tells me he loves my "big 'ol bootie". (thank you kindergarten classmates) 3- brownies for breakfast. really - need i say more?
FEARS: 1- writing a post no one wanted to read. how pathetic is that? i didn't even know what a post was 5 months ago. 2- finding out that gas really is over $4.00 a gallon and that it's not just a bad dream. 3- turning 40. i love being in my 30's and i'm thinking there's no reason to ever get past 39. if you don't acknowledge the birthday - then it's like it never happened, right? i could be in my 30's forever!
3 CURRENT OBSESSIONS: 1- finding the perfect book that seems to suck me in and makes real life disappear for a brief moment. 2- growing carrots. oh yes, ashley, it will happen. one day - my carrots will grow. 3- stopping time. i'm trying to make every day slow down because Reagan is growing up too fast. her first tooth is breaking through and i want to cry. where is my baby going? where is that tiny little bundle of baby goodness who would fall asleep from overexertion if she sneezed more than once? i love watching her grow, but a little bit of me aches when i realize how fast it's happening.
3 RANDOM FACTS: 1- i'm terrified of heights, but love sky diving. 2- i love walking in the rain. 3- i love cooking - even though half the time it's disastrous and if i really loved my family i would stick to frozen meals from Costco. but i can't help it - now that i have my Rosemary plant and my bottle of Accent - i figure any dish could be a success!
ok- now i'm supposed to tag 5 people. i'm sorry to do this - believe me, under normal circumstances i would never participate in these kinds of things. so forgive me.... Talai, Alicia, Anna, Carillisa, Amelia or Sandy (i know you don't have a blog, but you could e-mail me your answers) :)
Monday, June 30, 2008
Saturday, June 28, 2008
debated
i really debated sharing this one... but then i figured - what kind of blogger would i be if i didn't share my most pathetic, embarrassing moments.
As most of you well know - i have really struggled this time around trying to lose the baby weight. It could be my addiction to sweets - that is still under debate - but whatever the reason, the pounds just don't seem to want to part any time soon.
so, as it is, i'm always trying on my summer shorts and capri's waiting for the day i finally fit in another pair. well, a few days ago i tried on some linen, draw-string capri's. they were perfect! seriously, they were so comfortable and i was very excited to fit in something so well... you know - no rolls hanging over the sides, it was wonderful. i was quite proud of myself for all my hard work at the gym. (i can hear you laughing Carrie and Ashley) alright, 'hard work' may be a term i'm using rather loosely here, but it's more the thought that counts - right?
anyway - a few days later i decided to wear those wonderful linen capri's again because they were so comfy. as i was pulling them on, i looked down at the tag and in my greatest 'for the love' moment yet, i realized why they were so comfortable... they were my old maternity capri's!!! for the love.
my feeling of being so proud in losing weight was now out the window. it was just a sham, a farce - they were maternity pants for goodness sake! and now i am forced to take a more serious look at my weight loss program. you know there's a problem when you feel your best after accidentally putting on maternity pants. i can see that just positive thinking my way into shape is not going to cut it anymore. and i think i'm going to have to give up sweets... well, at least for breakfast and maybe my 2:00 chocolate snack. so sad. but desperate times call for desperate measures.
wish me luck.
As most of you well know - i have really struggled this time around trying to lose the baby weight. It could be my addiction to sweets - that is still under debate - but whatever the reason, the pounds just don't seem to want to part any time soon.
so, as it is, i'm always trying on my summer shorts and capri's waiting for the day i finally fit in another pair. well, a few days ago i tried on some linen, draw-string capri's. they were perfect! seriously, they were so comfortable and i was very excited to fit in something so well... you know - no rolls hanging over the sides, it was wonderful. i was quite proud of myself for all my hard work at the gym. (i can hear you laughing Carrie and Ashley) alright, 'hard work' may be a term i'm using rather loosely here, but it's more the thought that counts - right?
anyway - a few days later i decided to wear those wonderful linen capri's again because they were so comfy. as i was pulling them on, i looked down at the tag and in my greatest 'for the love' moment yet, i realized why they were so comfortable... they were my old maternity capri's!!! for the love.
my feeling of being so proud in losing weight was now out the window. it was just a sham, a farce - they were maternity pants for goodness sake! and now i am forced to take a more serious look at my weight loss program. you know there's a problem when you feel your best after accidentally putting on maternity pants. i can see that just positive thinking my way into shape is not going to cut it anymore. and i think i'm going to have to give up sweets... well, at least for breakfast and maybe my 2:00 chocolate snack. so sad. but desperate times call for desperate measures.
wish me luck.
Friday, June 20, 2008
why i say bad words
i have decided to make a list of things that cause me to say bad words...
** people who are in such a hurry to turn onto the road that they cause me to slam on my brakes and then they end up going 5 miles under the speed limit.
** people still using checkbooks at the grocery store. i'm sorry - i know many of you are even my friends (one of you may actually be my mother) but for the love, people, life is too short for checkbooks in grocery stores.
** i just made a batch of cookies and am cleaning up when i notice that the eggs expired 3 months ago. i actually debate eating them anyway.
** i don't have time to shower, it's definitely a hat day, and it's only after i've ran 3 of my 5 errands that i realize i forgot to put the hat on.
** when i find the two 2-year-olds i've been watching decide that running out of paper isn't a big deal - crayons work on the wall just as well.
** when my 6-year-old asks me if i'm pregnant because my tummy is getting big again. ouch.
** when i hear my dentist say - 'this is way worse than i thought'.
** when Aaron calls and starts conversations with 'first of all, let me tell you how much i love and appreciate you...' yeah, i'm not buying it - what did you do?
** when i find out my good friend has been robbed. this one is actually worth 2 bad words or 1 really really bad word.
apparently, our neighborhood has become a robber's play land. there have been five break-in's in the last six weeks. it's very sad, and very frustrating to think people out there feel they have the right to walk into a home and take whatever they want. first off you have to deal with the damage they did to the house to get in it, they never clean up after themselves as they trash every room they enter, and you spend weeks, if not months, figuring out ways to help your children feel safe again. so i think that i'm going to have an envelope outside my front door labeled "if you are here to rob my house - please read"
the letter would go something like this....
Dear Theif -
first of all - i don't write this because i condone what you are doing - let me be clear... i am against everything you do and stand for. i am writing this because i figure if you're going to rob me one way or the other - we should probably set up some guidelines...
In order to avoid damaging my home on your way in, i have hidden my house key under the rock next to my Rosemary plant. (i love that plant, please let it be)
If you must destroy the inside as you look for things to take, please try not to mess up my bookshelves too much, it took me forever to arrange things the right way. As for looking for things to take - let me save you some effort, i don't have prescription pills for you to sell because if i did have pills, i would have sold them by now. i also do not have cash, hidden or otherwise, because if we ever do have cash in hand it is usually spent before we get home.
As for anything you do decide to take - please use the note pad and pen i've left you and make a list of everything you've taken so i can more easily report it to the insurance company. it really would save me so much more time in filing my claim. Also - my husband has a white North Face button up shirt in his closet, with mesh lining on the sides...it would not be that tragic if the shirt went missing.
One last thing - i would like a new couch, so if you feel the need to destroy it in your search for things, feel free to do so.
Sincerely,
The Homeowner.
** people who are in such a hurry to turn onto the road that they cause me to slam on my brakes and then they end up going 5 miles under the speed limit.
** people still using checkbooks at the grocery store. i'm sorry - i know many of you are even my friends (one of you may actually be my mother) but for the love, people, life is too short for checkbooks in grocery stores.
** i just made a batch of cookies and am cleaning up when i notice that the eggs expired 3 months ago. i actually debate eating them anyway.
** i don't have time to shower, it's definitely a hat day, and it's only after i've ran 3 of my 5 errands that i realize i forgot to put the hat on.
** when i find the two 2-year-olds i've been watching decide that running out of paper isn't a big deal - crayons work on the wall just as well.
** when my 6-year-old asks me if i'm pregnant because my tummy is getting big again. ouch.
** when i hear my dentist say - 'this is way worse than i thought'.
** when Aaron calls and starts conversations with 'first of all, let me tell you how much i love and appreciate you...' yeah, i'm not buying it - what did you do?
** when i find out my good friend has been robbed. this one is actually worth 2 bad words or 1 really really bad word.
apparently, our neighborhood has become a robber's play land. there have been five break-in's in the last six weeks. it's very sad, and very frustrating to think people out there feel they have the right to walk into a home and take whatever they want. first off you have to deal with the damage they did to the house to get in it, they never clean up after themselves as they trash every room they enter, and you spend weeks, if not months, figuring out ways to help your children feel safe again. so i think that i'm going to have an envelope outside my front door labeled "if you are here to rob my house - please read"
the letter would go something like this....
Dear Theif -
first of all - i don't write this because i condone what you are doing - let me be clear... i am against everything you do and stand for. i am writing this because i figure if you're going to rob me one way or the other - we should probably set up some guidelines...
In order to avoid damaging my home on your way in, i have hidden my house key under the rock next to my Rosemary plant. (i love that plant, please let it be)
If you must destroy the inside as you look for things to take, please try not to mess up my bookshelves too much, it took me forever to arrange things the right way. As for looking for things to take - let me save you some effort, i don't have prescription pills for you to sell because if i did have pills, i would have sold them by now. i also do not have cash, hidden or otherwise, because if we ever do have cash in hand it is usually spent before we get home.
As for anything you do decide to take - please use the note pad and pen i've left you and make a list of everything you've taken so i can more easily report it to the insurance company. it really would save me so much more time in filing my claim. Also - my husband has a white North Face button up shirt in his closet, with mesh lining on the sides...it would not be that tragic if the shirt went missing.
One last thing - i would like a new couch, so if you feel the need to destroy it in your search for things, feel free to do so.
Sincerely,
The Homeowner.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
just keep it simple
And we've done it again.
When Noah was born we bought him all the bells and whistles any 4 month old could care less if they had - but as new parents, were convinced it would make him a genius. From interactive musical devices, to bouncers that would encourage muscle development, to the Baby Einstein DVD's which stimulates the child's brain. We spent hundreds of dollars on all kinds of things only to find that he usually cared more about the box it came in.
well - not one to make the same mistake twice... we waited a whole 2 extra months before we gave in and started buying all that stuff for Reagan. She's now 6 months old and has more "toys" than she even knows what to do with - but they are there to help her be a genius someday. The picture gives you an idea of the kinds of things that now clutter our home.
The problem being - each one only keeps her attention for about 10 minutes (if i'm lucky) or i have to sit with her and rattle or beep or ring whatever the toy is to help keep her entertained... this does not leave much time for getting things done around the house. (some of you may say... 'you could get things done while she's sleeping.' to that i say... 'are you high?' out of concern for her to be able to get a very sound sleep, it's important for me to stay extra quiet. the best way to do that is to sit with a bowl of ice cream and a good book. i'd rather be cleaning, but it's a sacrifice i make to help her sleep longer and better.)
So with these hundred of dollars worth of toys to help her young mind develop and her muscles just sitting in the corner, you can imagine my mixed feelings when i find her happy as can be with a 75 cent dental floss container.
For The Love
When Noah was born we bought him all the bells and whistles any 4 month old could care less if they had - but as new parents, were convinced it would make him a genius. From interactive musical devices, to bouncers that would encourage muscle development, to the Baby Einstein DVD's which stimulates the child's brain. We spent hundreds of dollars on all kinds of things only to find that he usually cared more about the box it came in.
well - not one to make the same mistake twice... we waited a whole 2 extra months before we gave in and started buying all that stuff for Reagan. She's now 6 months old and has more "toys" than she even knows what to do with - but they are there to help her be a genius someday. The picture gives you an idea of the kinds of things that now clutter our home.
The problem being - each one only keeps her attention for about 10 minutes (if i'm lucky) or i have to sit with her and rattle or beep or ring whatever the toy is to help keep her entertained... this does not leave much time for getting things done around the house. (some of you may say... 'you could get things done while she's sleeping.' to that i say... 'are you high?' out of concern for her to be able to get a very sound sleep, it's important for me to stay extra quiet. the best way to do that is to sit with a bowl of ice cream and a good book. i'd rather be cleaning, but it's a sacrifice i make to help her sleep longer and better.)
So with these hundred of dollars worth of toys to help her young mind develop and her muscles just sitting in the corner, you can imagine my mixed feelings when i find her happy as can be with a 75 cent dental floss container.
For The Love
Monday, June 2, 2008
Who knew
While flipping through a cookbook I saw a recipe for Sticky Chicken. I thought it would be fun to try a new recipe, and with a quick glance i had most of the ingredients. Later that night, as I was getting everything ready, I took a closer look at the recipe and saw that it had something new. A concept I'd never heard of before - but it sounded great to me. The last ingredient said '1 teaspoon accent'. I thought - what a great idea... you can accent this recipe with whatever spice you choose. I started thinking of all the spices I loved... rosemary, basil, lemon pepper - etc. etc. but as i'm not an expert in the cooking arena, I thought I should call my friend for her advice because I wasn't sure which of those spices would work best as an accent to this dish. so I called Ashley M....
Brenda: I'm making sticky chicken and I'm wondering what spice to add as an accent.
Ashley M.: What are you talking about?
Brenda: The recipe says to accent the sauce. I'm assuming it's so people can personalize the sauce with their favorite spice?
Ashley M.: (pause) Tell me exactly what the recipe says.
Brenda: Add 1 teaspoon accent.
Ashley M.: (long pause) Brenda (another pause) accent IS a spice.
Brenda: come again?
Ashley M.: Accent is a spice - it's called Accent.
Brenda: (pause) for the love.
I have since gone to the store and bought a bottle of Accent...
and now I use it on everything. As Chef Auguste Gusteau always said... "Anyone can cook"
Brenda: I'm making sticky chicken and I'm wondering what spice to add as an accent.
Ashley M.: What are you talking about?
Brenda: The recipe says to accent the sauce. I'm assuming it's so people can personalize the sauce with their favorite spice?
Ashley M.: (pause) Tell me exactly what the recipe says.
Brenda: Add 1 teaspoon accent.
Ashley M.: (long pause) Brenda (another pause) accent IS a spice.
Brenda: come again?
Ashley M.: Accent is a spice - it's called Accent.
Brenda: (pause) for the love.
I have since gone to the store and bought a bottle of Accent...
and now I use it on everything. As Chef Auguste Gusteau always said... "Anyone can cook"
This one is for the Grandparents
Apparently this is the only way i can figure out how to send video's from my camera... so unless you're a grandparent or just love watching video's of someone elses kids - you'll probably want to skip this post as well. this is a video of us trying to feed Reagan when she was in one of her talking and spitting moods. i tried to catch it on camera - but even this does not do justice to how messy she was in the end.
just trying something out
i'm trying to send my friend a movie clip from my camera, but it's not going through - so i'm seeing if this works - unless you're Jamie - you probably won't find much interest in this post.. sorry.
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Question
So it's gross hot and i'm sitting in my house sweating, watching Reagan rolling around on her blanket and i'm finding myself jealous that she can just strip down to her onsie... and still look adorable. Then i'm thinking, "why can't they just make onsies for people my size". And the answer is - people my size would not look good in a onsie. It's really not fair. people see Reagan and will say, "Look at the rolls on her thighs, even her wrists have a roll and look at that little double chin - she's adorable".
so why aren't the rolls on my thighs (and everywhere else) and my double chin adorable? I'm fairly certain i would get weird looks if my friends came over to find me in just a onsie. it's very one sided.
if you really think about it... doctors (with kids) only care that their "curve" is consistent on their weight chart. So even though Noah was only in the 20th percentile for weight - it didn't matter... as long as he was always in the 20th percentile with every check-up. Reagan is in the 95th percentile for weight - but that's not a problem as long as with each check-up she's not going up or down, she's always in the 95th percentile range..so her 'curve' is consistent. Well - when i go to the doctor, why can't he say, "You're doing great, Brenda! Still 30 pounds overweight, just like last month and the month before. keep up the good work!"
And while we're on the matter of being overweight - i would like to stress the importance of having a good sponsor. Alcoholics or drug addicts have sponsors so when they're in a tough situation and they're feeling weak, they can call their sponsor and have the support they need to get through it.
As for me - i'm going to have to find a new sponsor. Last week I was in Costco (we'll have another post on another day about the trappings of Costco) and there were samples everywhere. I, being sick of the baby weight i'm still lugging around, had decided a few days before that i was going to stop 'snacking' during the day and watch my sweet intake. So, by this time, i had been deprived of sweets for about 48 hours. i was in a bad state of mind, i should have known better then to go to Costco alone. everywhere i turned there was samples of cheesecake, ice cream, something fried in oil (i wasn't even sure what it was, it said 'fried' and that's all i seemed to register), and all sort of delicious snacks. but i was holding strong, until i turned that last corner. There they were... chocolate covered pretzels. something salty and something sweet coming together to form the perfect treat. who could deny such goodness? i started walking towards the bags and then made myself stop as i debated what to do. i knew if i bought the bag - most likely i'd hide them from Aaron and the children and eat them all by myself during the days to come. or i could keep going and live another day 'snack' free.
as i found myself involuntarily inching toward the bags i knew this was too big for me. so i did what all SSA's (sweet snackoholics) do, i called my sponsor. For the purposes of this post, lets call her "Carrie". "Carrie" answered her phone and i explained the problem.
Brenda: I need your help. I'm having a week moment, and as my sponsor you've got to help me.
"Carrie": I'm glad you called - what's going on?
Brenda: I'm at Costco and there's a bag of Chocolate covered pretzels.. not just any chocolate - Hershey's chocolate, the pretzels on the bag actually have chocolate dripping of the pretzels. i swear i can smell the chocolate from here.
"Carrie": oohhh, they sound awesome - you should buy them!
Brenda: "CARRIE!"
"Carrie": oh, right, i'm sorry. No - bad Brenda, don't buy them. think about summer and going to the pool. Think about the baby weight you're getting rid of. Stay strong. you can do it.
Brenda: you're right, i can do this. i can be strong. it's not worth the moment of
blissful chocolate happiness.
"Carrie": that's right... all though they do sound really good... yeah, i'd buy
them.
Can you see why i have to find a new sponsor. Bad "Carrie", Bad "Carrie". We must all remember that in the 'dieting' world - it's good to have a reliable sponsor and it's good to BE a reliable sponsor to those in need.
So - how do you know if you need a sponsor? If you have ever done any of the following:
1- ate the rest of the ice cream for breakfast, went to the store later to replace the ice cream so your husband wouldn't find out. (which of course you have to eat at least half of it so he won't realize it's a new one)
2- ate the rest of the brownies in the pan, but threw away the last one so when your husband asks where the brownies are you can honestly answer "i through them away so they wouldn't tempt me". he was very proud of you. you may have felt slightly guilty, but the lingering brownie goodness left in your teeth helps you feel much better.
3- you find yourself rationalizing... "it said 1/2 the fat, so by eating two with 1/2 the fat, the third had no fat at all.
4- no, it's ok if i eat this mint covered brownie because the mint part is the same as if i had some spearmint gum and the brownie is really just my servings of grain for the day.
5- Strawberry and cream frappuccino's are healthy for you - it's fruit and dairy - really, it's fine!
6- I can have four helpings of dessert because it's a holiday and calories don't count on holiday's.
and lastly...
7- I am a happier woman when i've had my chocolate, and when i'm happy - the husband and children are happy. So really, i don't eat this for me... i eat it for them, because they're happiness is important to me.
Now, for those of you who are sponsors to people like me... some helpful phrases you could use in an emergency are...
"just remember - a moment on the lips - forever on the hips"
"keep saying, 'chocolate bad - tofu good, chocolate bad - tofu good' until the cravings have past"
"You may love that piece of chocolate, but it could never love you back. is that the kind of relationship you really want?"
and if nothing else is working...
"if you can eat that naked, in front of a mirror, then proceed with my blessings"
To my fellow SSA's - i wish you luck and may you find happiness in tofu pudding. to those of you who don't have to diet... i have nothing to say to you, except, may you crave sweets nightly - and may those sweets find a happy home on your thighs.
so why aren't the rolls on my thighs (and everywhere else) and my double chin adorable? I'm fairly certain i would get weird looks if my friends came over to find me in just a onsie. it's very one sided.
if you really think about it... doctors (with kids) only care that their "curve" is consistent on their weight chart. So even though Noah was only in the 20th percentile for weight - it didn't matter... as long as he was always in the 20th percentile with every check-up. Reagan is in the 95th percentile for weight - but that's not a problem as long as with each check-up she's not going up or down, she's always in the 95th percentile range..so her 'curve' is consistent. Well - when i go to the doctor, why can't he say, "You're doing great, Brenda! Still 30 pounds overweight, just like last month and the month before. keep up the good work!"
And while we're on the matter of being overweight - i would like to stress the importance of having a good sponsor. Alcoholics or drug addicts have sponsors so when they're in a tough situation and they're feeling weak, they can call their sponsor and have the support they need to get through it.
As for me - i'm going to have to find a new sponsor. Last week I was in Costco (we'll have another post on another day about the trappings of Costco) and there were samples everywhere. I, being sick of the baby weight i'm still lugging around, had decided a few days before that i was going to stop 'snacking' during the day and watch my sweet intake. So, by this time, i had been deprived of sweets for about 48 hours. i was in a bad state of mind, i should have known better then to go to Costco alone. everywhere i turned there was samples of cheesecake, ice cream, something fried in oil (i wasn't even sure what it was, it said 'fried' and that's all i seemed to register), and all sort of delicious snacks. but i was holding strong, until i turned that last corner. There they were... chocolate covered pretzels. something salty and something sweet coming together to form the perfect treat. who could deny such goodness? i started walking towards the bags and then made myself stop as i debated what to do. i knew if i bought the bag - most likely i'd hide them from Aaron and the children and eat them all by myself during the days to come. or i could keep going and live another day 'snack' free.
as i found myself involuntarily inching toward the bags i knew this was too big for me. so i did what all SSA's (sweet snackoholics) do, i called my sponsor. For the purposes of this post, lets call her "Carrie". "Carrie" answered her phone and i explained the problem.
Brenda: I need your help. I'm having a week moment, and as my sponsor you've got to help me.
"Carrie": I'm glad you called - what's going on?
Brenda: I'm at Costco and there's a bag of Chocolate covered pretzels.. not just any chocolate - Hershey's chocolate, the pretzels on the bag actually have chocolate dripping of the pretzels. i swear i can smell the chocolate from here.
"Carrie": oohhh, they sound awesome - you should buy them!
Brenda: "CARRIE!"
"Carrie": oh, right, i'm sorry. No - bad Brenda, don't buy them. think about summer and going to the pool. Think about the baby weight you're getting rid of. Stay strong. you can do it.
Brenda: you're right, i can do this. i can be strong. it's not worth the moment of
blissful chocolate happiness.
"Carrie": that's right... all though they do sound really good... yeah, i'd buy
them.
Can you see why i have to find a new sponsor. Bad "Carrie", Bad "Carrie". We must all remember that in the 'dieting' world - it's good to have a reliable sponsor and it's good to BE a reliable sponsor to those in need.
So - how do you know if you need a sponsor? If you have ever done any of the following:
1- ate the rest of the ice cream for breakfast, went to the store later to replace the ice cream so your husband wouldn't find out. (which of course you have to eat at least half of it so he won't realize it's a new one)
2- ate the rest of the brownies in the pan, but threw away the last one so when your husband asks where the brownies are you can honestly answer "i through them away so they wouldn't tempt me". he was very proud of you. you may have felt slightly guilty, but the lingering brownie goodness left in your teeth helps you feel much better.
3- you find yourself rationalizing... "it said 1/2 the fat, so by eating two with 1/2 the fat, the third had no fat at all.
4- no, it's ok if i eat this mint covered brownie because the mint part is the same as if i had some spearmint gum and the brownie is really just my servings of grain for the day.
5- Strawberry and cream frappuccino's are healthy for you - it's fruit and dairy - really, it's fine!
6- I can have four helpings of dessert because it's a holiday and calories don't count on holiday's.
and lastly...
7- I am a happier woman when i've had my chocolate, and when i'm happy - the husband and children are happy. So really, i don't eat this for me... i eat it for them, because they're happiness is important to me.
Now, for those of you who are sponsors to people like me... some helpful phrases you could use in an emergency are...
"just remember - a moment on the lips - forever on the hips"
"keep saying, 'chocolate bad - tofu good, chocolate bad - tofu good' until the cravings have past"
"You may love that piece of chocolate, but it could never love you back. is that the kind of relationship you really want?"
and if nothing else is working...
"if you can eat that naked, in front of a mirror, then proceed with my blessings"
To my fellow SSA's - i wish you luck and may you find happiness in tofu pudding. to those of you who don't have to diet... i have nothing to say to you, except, may you crave sweets nightly - and may those sweets find a happy home on your thighs.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
ODE TO BLOGGING
A friend of mine just entered the blogging world, so i wrote her a short poem so she'd know just what she was getting into....
ODE TO BLOGGING
If blogging is what you had in mind,
you should beware of what you'll find.
All thoughts of laundry, mopping, sewing -
feeding kids, despite the fits they're throwing.
All these things you once endured,
will become a part of the past with each typed word.
Soon all you're thinking about are posts to come.
What comments are made and who they're from.
It's 10pm, 11pm, or 2 in the morning.
You find yourself blogging while others are snoring.
But that's ok, because what matters most -
Is satisfying all those waiting for your next post.
ODE TO BLOGGING
If blogging is what you had in mind,
you should beware of what you'll find.
All thoughts of laundry, mopping, sewing -
feeding kids, despite the fits they're throwing.
All these things you once endured,
will become a part of the past with each typed word.
Soon all you're thinking about are posts to come.
What comments are made and who they're from.
It's 10pm, 11pm, or 2 in the morning.
You find yourself blogging while others are snoring.
But that's ok, because what matters most -
Is satisfying all those waiting for your next post.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Disneyland 2008!!!
Sorry it took so long to get pictures posted of our Disneyland trip. We had a great time and can't wait to go again.
Noah was a champ during the long drives - as was Reagan. I made sure to tell Noah that if at any point during the drive, if he felt it was taking to long, that he could always ask grandpa (the driver) if we were there yet... even if he had asked just moments before, he should feel free to ask as often as he wanted. :)
it took us about 15 hours to get to Brandon and Sara's house, which wasn't too bad considering we had two small children. We arrived Thurs. night and Friday day we spent the day relaxing. We went to some outlets and then later we went to this beautiful field of flowers.
The reason Aaron is not in any of the pictures is because he decided to forego seeing the flowers and instead took a nap in the car. May he sleep in peace.
The next day we headed to Disneyland. It was only an hour away, but i'm pretty sure Noah asked "are we there yet" more than he did in the 15 hours it took to get to California. He was beside himself with excitement and i loved every minute of it.
Once we were there, it was a day of finding different characters...
...and riding rides. Apparently Noah is quite the adrenaline junky. I went on Space Mountain with him, which is a dark, fast roller coaster. I kept trying to grab Noah's leg to hold on to him, only to have him push my hand away as he's yelling "don't hold...ahhh...on...to...ahhhh...me...wahoo". it was really fun seeing how much he loved every ride.
I wish there were more pictures of him on rides in Disneyland, but it was too hard to take them on the really fast ones. I think that picture is from a ride in toon town.
On the last day of our Disneyland adventure, Noah finally met the character he'd been waiting to see... Mickey Mouse
It was a great vacation to Disneyland. I think my favorite part was just watching Noah soak it all in.
The last day we were in CA we went to Legoland (thanks Aunt Sara). Grandma and Grandpa were champs and stayed at the house to watch Reagan for us. We had a lot of fun running around, riding rides and racing boats.
On our way back to the house we made a quick stop at the beach. We attempted to get a quick family picture, but the sun was in Aaron's eyes and you can see how well that went....
Sadly, Tuesday came and it was time to pack up. We headed out early in the morning and about 13 hours later, with only 3 stops, we made it home. I laid Reagan down so she could stretch out while we unloaded the car. 20 minutes later... she had not moved an inch. I guess she was just really glad to be out of her car seat.
Noah was a champ during the long drives - as was Reagan. I made sure to tell Noah that if at any point during the drive, if he felt it was taking to long, that he could always ask grandpa (the driver) if we were there yet... even if he had asked just moments before, he should feel free to ask as often as he wanted. :)
it took us about 15 hours to get to Brandon and Sara's house, which wasn't too bad considering we had two small children. We arrived Thurs. night and Friday day we spent the day relaxing. We went to some outlets and then later we went to this beautiful field of flowers.
The reason Aaron is not in any of the pictures is because he decided to forego seeing the flowers and instead took a nap in the car. May he sleep in peace.
The next day we headed to Disneyland. It was only an hour away, but i'm pretty sure Noah asked "are we there yet" more than he did in the 15 hours it took to get to California. He was beside himself with excitement and i loved every minute of it.
Once we were there, it was a day of finding different characters...
...and riding rides. Apparently Noah is quite the adrenaline junky. I went on Space Mountain with him, which is a dark, fast roller coaster. I kept trying to grab Noah's leg to hold on to him, only to have him push my hand away as he's yelling "don't hold...ahhh...on...to...ahhhh...me...wahoo". it was really fun seeing how much he loved every ride.
I wish there were more pictures of him on rides in Disneyland, but it was too hard to take them on the really fast ones. I think that picture is from a ride in toon town.
On the last day of our Disneyland adventure, Noah finally met the character he'd been waiting to see... Mickey Mouse
It was a great vacation to Disneyland. I think my favorite part was just watching Noah soak it all in.
The last day we were in CA we went to Legoland (thanks Aunt Sara). Grandma and Grandpa were champs and stayed at the house to watch Reagan for us. We had a lot of fun running around, riding rides and racing boats.
On our way back to the house we made a quick stop at the beach. We attempted to get a quick family picture, but the sun was in Aaron's eyes and you can see how well that went....
Sadly, Tuesday came and it was time to pack up. We headed out early in the morning and about 13 hours later, with only 3 stops, we made it home. I laid Reagan down so she could stretch out while we unloaded the car. 20 minutes later... she had not moved an inch. I guess she was just really glad to be out of her car seat.
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