Today I came up with a brilliant plan, if I do say so myself. Morgan is an avid reader to say the least. Books are her food and air. Since I have finished so many books lately (now that Mary is older and can entertain herself) I figure I can give Morgan a run for her money. I challenged her to a contest. Whoever can read the most pages by midnight January 1, 2010, wins. Noah wanted to compete also but he is a slow reader. BUT he is still a good reader. Anyway, I decided that Morgan and I will compete for the title of "Ultimate Reader". Also there will be individual prizes. So I was debating what I could give them. I decided I could give them cash. Now thinking of Morgan's 3,443 pages she has read this year all ready, I figure this could get expensive! So I thought I could give the absolute minimum amount per page. I have decided that $0.01 a page is good. SO for now Morgan has $34.43. I figure I need to start saving now for the hit at the end of the year. If you see the kids, don't tell them about the money. The prize is a secret. I am a lover of books. Luckily I have been able to instill the love of reading in my kids. Noah is going to figure up his page total today. At the end of the year I will let you know the totals and see how I won...I mean who won.
BTW: If anyone out there wants to get in on an adult challenge, I am game. This is not for the faint of heart though...
The rules are:
1.It has to be a book that started on or after January 1, 2009.
2.You can only count pages of books you have finished. No partial books.
3.Books you read to kids do not count.
4.The pages are only the ones with the actual book, Preface and about the authors DO NOT count, so make sure you count your total correctly.
5.Keep track of the titles of what you read, in the event of a challenge your score can be verified.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Hotel California
Today I had my headphones on and listening to my music. I know it sounds bad but I needed a break from my loving children, who want nothing more than to spend every second with me. I was trying to listen to music that I haven't heard in awhile. So what better band than the Eagles. Of course first song is "Hotel California". I know there are many interpretations to this song. To different people it means different things. But I will let you in on what it means to me.
Now I am not sure how many of my devoted readers know about my Bi-Polar. I don't tend to tell many about it. Due to the automatic assumption that I am one of the crazies they hear about on the news, that shoot people or end up seeing things that aren't there. Now I am not saying there aren't people with mental illness that do horrible things. But there is a vast spectrum of people with this disease. I do take medication. I haven't all my life, but time to time when I need it most. I do not murder people or see or hear things that aren't there. I do not sit around contemplating how best to rob or steal or anything else.
I am on the not so bad side. The things I do, that are destructive, have been to myself. There was a long time in my life that I didn't want to think I had this disease. I wanted them to be wrong because all I saw or read about this disease was horrible. I didn't want to become that 'crazy' that everyone stares at.
I was hospitalized twice in my teenage years. The first hospital I went to (for another reason initially) diagnosed me. Now when you are on the ward with the mentally ill, it isn't like in the movies. I wasn't dressed in a hospital gown receiving electro therapy. I was in a room by myself. It was like a room you would get at a hotel, but without the t.v., mini bar or the like. I had a closet, bed, carpet, pictures on the wall and a bathroom.
At first I thought it wasn't to bad. Until I realized that I was the only sane one there. There were girls there that had anorexia. They weighed maybe 100lbs and thought they were whales. They did an exercise once where they drew on paper on the wall what they thought their body looked like. Then they had to stand in front of it. It was amazing how they had such a distorted image of themselves.
They had a guy there that I thought was so cool and nice. We had great talks and a lot of laughs making fun of the staff. Until the first night when we were told it was bedtime. Then as I got up to go to my room and he wigged out. Now I don't mean verbally, although that was a part of it too. He started throwing furniture and punching the walls. It took 5 grown men to hold him down and sedate him. At that moment I figured I would say and do whatever I had to, to go home. I was there for a week.
The next hospital I went to was even worse. They had kids sneaking off having sex in closets!! They had us watching Disney moves for t.v. time (which didn't bother me). They had us do group therapy which is no fun...ever! The private sessions were much better. I had a lot to talk about due to my very close friend's suicide. Everyone thought I was depressed...well duhh. It felt good talking about him. Getting out things even my closest friends didn't know or I have never said, even to this day. He meant a lot to me and I still carry him with me. Anyway, the place was crazy and so many things happened I won't go into. One day we went for "recess". It was not outside in the sun. It was downstairs in the underground parking garage. It was a large fenced area that we could be in. They had us playing dodge ball. Now I am not sure how good of an idea it was to have troubled teens chucking balls at each other. During the game a hearse pulled up. It was within minutes I saw my first body bag. It was at that moment I knew I had to get out of there. I eventually did within a few days. I snuck out and ran away with two friends of mine. From NE to CA. We ended up in San Diego. The second day I was there, I saw someone get stabbed. I went home soon after. Much more to the story that I will skip.
Anyway the purpose of this blog was to give you my view on the song. To me it reminds me of those dark hospitals. Those places I could not wait to get out of. They are still there with me. I dream of them sometimes. Only I never can leave them. I try to leave but can't get out. I am assuming it will always be there in my head. The faces of those that were there because they were further along in their diseases. The ones on the other side of the spectrum. The ones that will always need places like that.
**Last thing I remember, I was running for the door. I had to find the passage back to the place I was before. 'Relax,' said the night man,'We are programmed to receive. You can check-out any time you like, But you can never leave!' *** - Eagles
Now I am not sure how many of my devoted readers know about my Bi-Polar. I don't tend to tell many about it. Due to the automatic assumption that I am one of the crazies they hear about on the news, that shoot people or end up seeing things that aren't there. Now I am not saying there aren't people with mental illness that do horrible things. But there is a vast spectrum of people with this disease. I do take medication. I haven't all my life, but time to time when I need it most. I do not murder people or see or hear things that aren't there. I do not sit around contemplating how best to rob or steal or anything else.
I am on the not so bad side. The things I do, that are destructive, have been to myself. There was a long time in my life that I didn't want to think I had this disease. I wanted them to be wrong because all I saw or read about this disease was horrible. I didn't want to become that 'crazy' that everyone stares at.
I was hospitalized twice in my teenage years. The first hospital I went to (for another reason initially) diagnosed me. Now when you are on the ward with the mentally ill, it isn't like in the movies. I wasn't dressed in a hospital gown receiving electro therapy. I was in a room by myself. It was like a room you would get at a hotel, but without the t.v., mini bar or the like. I had a closet, bed, carpet, pictures on the wall and a bathroom.
At first I thought it wasn't to bad. Until I realized that I was the only sane one there. There were girls there that had anorexia. They weighed maybe 100lbs and thought they were whales. They did an exercise once where they drew on paper on the wall what they thought their body looked like. Then they had to stand in front of it. It was amazing how they had such a distorted image of themselves.
They had a guy there that I thought was so cool and nice. We had great talks and a lot of laughs making fun of the staff. Until the first night when we were told it was bedtime. Then as I got up to go to my room and he wigged out. Now I don't mean verbally, although that was a part of it too. He started throwing furniture and punching the walls. It took 5 grown men to hold him down and sedate him. At that moment I figured I would say and do whatever I had to, to go home. I was there for a week.
The next hospital I went to was even worse. They had kids sneaking off having sex in closets!! They had us watching Disney moves for t.v. time (which didn't bother me). They had us do group therapy which is no fun...ever! The private sessions were much better. I had a lot to talk about due to my very close friend's suicide. Everyone thought I was depressed...well duhh. It felt good talking about him. Getting out things even my closest friends didn't know or I have never said, even to this day. He meant a lot to me and I still carry him with me. Anyway, the place was crazy and so many things happened I won't go into. One day we went for "recess". It was not outside in the sun. It was downstairs in the underground parking garage. It was a large fenced area that we could be in. They had us playing dodge ball. Now I am not sure how good of an idea it was to have troubled teens chucking balls at each other. During the game a hearse pulled up. It was within minutes I saw my first body bag. It was at that moment I knew I had to get out of there. I eventually did within a few days. I snuck out and ran away with two friends of mine. From NE to CA. We ended up in San Diego. The second day I was there, I saw someone get stabbed. I went home soon after. Much more to the story that I will skip.
Anyway the purpose of this blog was to give you my view on the song. To me it reminds me of those dark hospitals. Those places I could not wait to get out of. They are still there with me. I dream of them sometimes. Only I never can leave them. I try to leave but can't get out. I am assuming it will always be there in my head. The faces of those that were there because they were further along in their diseases. The ones on the other side of the spectrum. The ones that will always need places like that.
**Last thing I remember, I was running for the door. I had to find the passage back to the place I was before. 'Relax,' said the night man,'We are programmed to receive. You can check-out any time you like, But you can never leave!' *** - Eagles
My little Muffin
Today was the big day. Mary got her glasses. She was so cute staring into the mirror. I wonder whether this is the first time she has seen herself clearly? She has done pretty well with them on today. She has complained only 2 times that she wants to take them off. I wish I could let her but she has to get used to them. The more they are on, the better. She was responsible enough to take them off when she started wrestling. Which is a great start.
She looks so pretty in her pink frames. I can't wait for her to see things in a different light. Imagine all the detail she has missed in her 4 years. A whole new world has opened up for her.
*Oh and pardon the chocolate around her mouth. She got a treat with her glasses.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Cough Cough
Last night was another kick in the gut. I had been having trouble all day yesterday trying to breathe. I had a couple of asthma attacks. By the time bed came around, I thought I am was doing better. Nope, I was wrong! After reading for awhile around midnight, I turned out the light and tried to sleep. I laid there for about 30 minutes and was just peachy. Then about 1:30 am as the dream world approached, it got torn away. I woke up hacking and choking. I sit up and took some puffs on my inhaler. No help. Wait a few minutes, getting a drink and a cough drop. Take a few more puffs and so on. My side (where the collapsed lung is) was so sore I can not even explain! I was up for 2 hours trying to choke to death.
Luckily Jimmy had fallen asleep downstairs watching the NCAA championship...go North Carolina!! Anyway, Jimmy comes up at 4am to go to work. He see me sitting at my computer and not asleep and is concerned. So I tried to diminish the whole thing as to not worry him. I did tell him I was up hacking but not how bad it was. (He still called this morning and wants me to go back to the doctor.)
I forced myself to lay down again about 4:30. I must have went to bed about 5. Mary woke me up at 7:30am ready for breakfast. It's good to be a mom.
Today I am dragging butt. I feel like a have a sword stuck in my side and can not get comfortable. I decided I needed a sit down project. I decided to put all my photographs in boxes, in year order. It wasn't too bad. Good to see all those memories. I even had Mary crawl under my bed and get all the stuff out of there. Don't worry she loved it. She says it can be her room now. She is so silly!
Now here I sit at 3:42 pm, wondering if I will ever sleep again? If I do go to sleep will I wake up choking gain? If so, will I not be able to go back to bed like last night? SO many questions.
On a lighter note:
I finished "The Boy In The Striped Pajamas". If you like books on the Holocaust, this is a good one. It is written through a very innocent child's eyes. Very short and good read (about 200 pages).
I started "Angels and Demons" by Dan Brown last night. He is the author of "The Da Vinci Code". Robert Langdon is the main character from both books. So far 20 pages in , I am hooked. He is such a good writer. It is 569 pages, so it will be awhile before I post a review. Expect it in a few days to a week depending on the kids.
Hope this finds you well.
Luckily Jimmy had fallen asleep downstairs watching the NCAA championship...go North Carolina!! Anyway, Jimmy comes up at 4am to go to work. He see me sitting at my computer and not asleep and is concerned. So I tried to diminish the whole thing as to not worry him. I did tell him I was up hacking but not how bad it was. (He still called this morning and wants me to go back to the doctor.)
I forced myself to lay down again about 4:30. I must have went to bed about 5. Mary woke me up at 7:30am ready for breakfast. It's good to be a mom.
Today I am dragging butt. I feel like a have a sword stuck in my side and can not get comfortable. I decided I needed a sit down project. I decided to put all my photographs in boxes, in year order. It wasn't too bad. Good to see all those memories. I even had Mary crawl under my bed and get all the stuff out of there. Don't worry she loved it. She says it can be her room now. She is so silly!
Now here I sit at 3:42 pm, wondering if I will ever sleep again? If I do go to sleep will I wake up choking gain? If so, will I not be able to go back to bed like last night? SO many questions.
On a lighter note:
I finished "The Boy In The Striped Pajamas". If you like books on the Holocaust, this is a good one. It is written through a very innocent child's eyes. Very short and good read (about 200 pages).
I started "Angels and Demons" by Dan Brown last night. He is the author of "The Da Vinci Code". Robert Langdon is the main character from both books. So far 20 pages in , I am hooked. He is such a good writer. It is 569 pages, so it will be awhile before I post a review. Expect it in a few days to a week depending on the kids.
Hope this finds you well.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Good and Bad
So today was good and bad.
The bad is, Peanut had to go live at a friend's home. He now has another dog, his size, to play with. Also a house full of kids. They are our friends and we can visit Peanut whenever we want. I am seriously contemplating George having to go as well. I know!! My doggies I love so much. The problem is my asthma doesn't like them at all. As you may know I have been so sick for months now. I can't take it anymore and need to do everything I can to make me better. It breaks my heart to see the kid's sad faces. I wish it didn't have to be this way.
On a lighter note. The good news is I went out and got some more yard work done. I planted two trees today. A pear tree and a peach tree. I am so excited for them to bear fruit someday. Hopefully next season. The Moonglo pear tree already has leaves and is about 5' tall. The Elberta peach tree already has pink buds waiting to open and is also about 5'. I planted some Jalapeno plants, a Sweet Banana Pepper plant, and a Cheyenne pepper plant.
My 3 tomato plants are growing like crazy and starting to flower. I planted a strawberry plant in a pot about 2 weeks ago. (It was so tiny I wanted to help it along.) It is doing great, so I decided I am going to plant it. I tilled up the soil today. I will transplant the one I have and the 3 more I will get, tomorrow. Jimmy wants to put in some corn. Mom would want some cucumber. I want zucchini. Noah wanted cauliflower. I think I might try some of them. We have such a huge yard. Plus veggies and fruit are so expensive that this is a great solution!
I have wanted a garden for so long. I am usually good with plants, so I am going to cross my fingers. Wish me luck!
The bad is, Peanut had to go live at a friend's home. He now has another dog, his size, to play with. Also a house full of kids. They are our friends and we can visit Peanut whenever we want. I am seriously contemplating George having to go as well. I know!! My doggies I love so much. The problem is my asthma doesn't like them at all. As you may know I have been so sick for months now. I can't take it anymore and need to do everything I can to make me better. It breaks my heart to see the kid's sad faces. I wish it didn't have to be this way.
On a lighter note. The good news is I went out and got some more yard work done. I planted two trees today. A pear tree and a peach tree. I am so excited for them to bear fruit someday. Hopefully next season. The Moonglo pear tree already has leaves and is about 5' tall. The Elberta peach tree already has pink buds waiting to open and is also about 5'. I planted some Jalapeno plants, a Sweet Banana Pepper plant, and a Cheyenne pepper plant.
My 3 tomato plants are growing like crazy and starting to flower. I planted a strawberry plant in a pot about 2 weeks ago. (It was so tiny I wanted to help it along.) It is doing great, so I decided I am going to plant it. I tilled up the soil today. I will transplant the one I have and the 3 more I will get, tomorrow. Jimmy wants to put in some corn. Mom would want some cucumber. I want zucchini. Noah wanted cauliflower. I think I might try some of them. We have such a huge yard. Plus veggies and fruit are so expensive that this is a great solution!
I have wanted a garden for so long. I am usually good with plants, so I am going to cross my fingers. Wish me luck!
Thursday, April 2, 2009
7 lbs
I am very happy to report that in 13 days I have lost 7lbs! I can not even explain how thrilled I am.
I even went to work out today without Jimmy. And yes for a moment, about 10 minutes into the workout, I thought I could get Mary and go home. Jimmy would never know. But then a strange thing occurred to me. I WOULD KNOW! What the heck is happening? Me, the chick who was happy not exercising on purpose. Me, who never thought of sweating profusely in front of strangers. Me, who thought why in the world would you want people to actually see what a wimpy amount of weight you could lift. Me, who personally would think everyone is watching me struggle through whatever exercise I was doing.
Today was a break through. I did more ab exercises without my masters whip. I went in and did more mileage on the treadmill then ever. I increased my speed and incline. I out lasted some of the scrawny chicks with their sports bras and tight daisy-duke shorts. You know the ones I am referring to. The ones with perfectly manicured nails. With the perfectly done hair. The ones with makeup and earrings on. To go to the gym? Please!!! You are not here to workout, you are here looking for a date!
I am so thrilled that I am pushing myself. I so did not want to go to the gym when I woke up, but I gave myself NO chance to get out of it. I woke up, went straight to my bathroom and put on my workout attire. Which includes sweats, t-shirt and sweat shirt. Notice no make up, perfect hairdos, earrings or nails done prior to entering the gym. But I digress. I sat eating breakfast reminded by my attire what I needed to be doing. I turned on my computer to see the weather and what emails I might have gotten while sleeping. Still the clothes were yelling at me to go to the gym. The only thing I could do to remove the gym attire was either go to the gym or hang my head in shame and face the music when Jimmy came home. You know which one I picked.
I am starting to feel some pride in doing this. Some self gratification knowing I am still in the running and don't have to sit on the side lines any more.
I am motivated!
I am powerful!
I am NOT a quitter!
I will do this!
I will succeed!
I will overcome this extra baggage!
I have a dream, that one day I can run in the park with my children and not have to sit on a bench and suck air. I have a dream that I can go into a store and not have to pick clothes out of the "plus size" section. (What I find funny, is that it's the smallest part of the store.) I have a dream that my favorite old jeans will fit again. I have a dream that I will be able to go to a doctor appointment and my weight not be the first thing they want to talk about. I have a dream that I can be able to see a number 1 as the first number on the scale. I have a dream that I will feel more energetic, and keep up with Jimmy and the kids.
Wait a minute! I think I channeled Dr. King. You don't think he would mind me changing his speech a little, do you? I hope not.
I even went to work out today without Jimmy. And yes for a moment, about 10 minutes into the workout, I thought I could get Mary and go home. Jimmy would never know. But then a strange thing occurred to me. I WOULD KNOW! What the heck is happening? Me, the chick who was happy not exercising on purpose. Me, who never thought of sweating profusely in front of strangers. Me, who thought why in the world would you want people to actually see what a wimpy amount of weight you could lift. Me, who personally would think everyone is watching me struggle through whatever exercise I was doing.
Today was a break through. I did more ab exercises without my masters whip. I went in and did more mileage on the treadmill then ever. I increased my speed and incline. I out lasted some of the scrawny chicks with their sports bras and tight daisy-duke shorts. You know the ones I am referring to. The ones with perfectly manicured nails. With the perfectly done hair. The ones with makeup and earrings on. To go to the gym? Please!!! You are not here to workout, you are here looking for a date!
I am so thrilled that I am pushing myself. I so did not want to go to the gym when I woke up, but I gave myself NO chance to get out of it. I woke up, went straight to my bathroom and put on my workout attire. Which includes sweats, t-shirt and sweat shirt. Notice no make up, perfect hairdos, earrings or nails done prior to entering the gym. But I digress. I sat eating breakfast reminded by my attire what I needed to be doing. I turned on my computer to see the weather and what emails I might have gotten while sleeping. Still the clothes were yelling at me to go to the gym. The only thing I could do to remove the gym attire was either go to the gym or hang my head in shame and face the music when Jimmy came home. You know which one I picked.
I am starting to feel some pride in doing this. Some self gratification knowing I am still in the running and don't have to sit on the side lines any more.
I am motivated!
I am powerful!
I am NOT a quitter!
I will do this!
I will succeed!
I will overcome this extra baggage!
I have a dream, that one day I can run in the park with my children and not have to sit on a bench and suck air. I have a dream that I can go into a store and not have to pick clothes out of the "plus size" section. (What I find funny, is that it's the smallest part of the store.) I have a dream that my favorite old jeans will fit again. I have a dream that I will be able to go to a doctor appointment and my weight not be the first thing they want to talk about. I have a dream that I can be able to see a number 1 as the first number on the scale. I have a dream that I will feel more energetic, and keep up with Jimmy and the kids.
Wait a minute! I think I channeled Dr. King. You don't think he would mind me changing his speech a little, do you? I hope not.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Mary's eyes
Mary went to her eye appointment today. Mapquest of course gave me the wrong directions. I went right on the road when it was a left. I got to her appointment at 9:59am and her appointment was scheduled for 10 am. I like to be 15 minutes early so I was not to happy.
Anyway, Mary did great with all the machines. She looked in and saw the barn. She looked for the flashes and got to push a button every time it flashed. She loved it because it was like a video game. Then they did the dreaded puff of air in her eyes. She was squirmy after the first puff but sat still for the second. I was so proud. Then they took the pictures of her eyes. She of course loved this. She thought the inside of her eye looked like a chicken egg...LOL.
So they took her in to the optometrist and he did some simple eye exam on her. At this point I realize he is the best eye guy we have been to. He sat and explained everything in plain English. He even drew a diagram of how Mary's eyes work.
He was showed Mary his magic. He could snap his fingers and the chair rose. He snapped them again and the chair went back down. He had her in the palm of his hand. (She is determined to figure out how he did it.)
He then decided to dilate her eyes and come back in 30 minutes. Luckily the Doctor's office is in Walmart. Mary got to pick out a toy for being so cooperative. (She picked out a flapper dress, shoes and a crown.)
So we went back in after the 30 minutes and didn't get the best of news. Most kids with Mary's sightedness have like a +0.75. Mary's is a +6.75! Her eyes are so bad. He is surprised how well she is cooping. She is having great difficulty seeing anything within her arms reach. In fact she is pulling everything to her face because even though it is blurrier she can see it better. Sounds weird I know. Her eyes are worse than Morgan's and Noah's. She also has two lazy eyes. Yes both are lazy!! Jimmy had 1 lazy eye when he was a kid that required surgery. Morgan has 1 lazy eye that is corrected by her glasses. Mary's should resolve with her glasses on as well.
She picked out a cute pair of pink glasses that should be ready in a week. We go back to see if she is improving with her glasses on in 6 weeks. I know it is wonderful that she will be able to see. Don't get me wrong I will love that. But it is so sad that she has been trying so hard to see and her prescription is so high. At least she will be used to them by the start of Pre-School in July.
Anyway, Mary did great with all the machines. She looked in and saw the barn. She looked for the flashes and got to push a button every time it flashed. She loved it because it was like a video game. Then they did the dreaded puff of air in her eyes. She was squirmy after the first puff but sat still for the second. I was so proud. Then they took the pictures of her eyes. She of course loved this. She thought the inside of her eye looked like a chicken egg...LOL.
So they took her in to the optometrist and he did some simple eye exam on her. At this point I realize he is the best eye guy we have been to. He sat and explained everything in plain English. He even drew a diagram of how Mary's eyes work.
He was showed Mary his magic. He could snap his fingers and the chair rose. He snapped them again and the chair went back down. He had her in the palm of his hand. (She is determined to figure out how he did it.)
He then decided to dilate her eyes and come back in 30 minutes. Luckily the Doctor's office is in Walmart. Mary got to pick out a toy for being so cooperative. (She picked out a flapper dress, shoes and a crown.)
So we went back in after the 30 minutes and didn't get the best of news. Most kids with Mary's sightedness have like a +0.75. Mary's is a +6.75! Her eyes are so bad. He is surprised how well she is cooping. She is having great difficulty seeing anything within her arms reach. In fact she is pulling everything to her face because even though it is blurrier she can see it better. Sounds weird I know. Her eyes are worse than Morgan's and Noah's. She also has two lazy eyes. Yes both are lazy!! Jimmy had 1 lazy eye when he was a kid that required surgery. Morgan has 1 lazy eye that is corrected by her glasses. Mary's should resolve with her glasses on as well.
She picked out a cute pair of pink glasses that should be ready in a week. We go back to see if she is improving with her glasses on in 6 weeks. I know it is wonderful that she will be able to see. Don't get me wrong I will love that. But it is so sad that she has been trying so hard to see and her prescription is so high. At least she will be used to them by the start of Pre-School in July.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Update
Well what to talk about today............
Jimmy will be going back to work tomorrow. He has basically been off since the 2nd week in December. It has been great having him home but he is definitely ready to go back. I am feeling better. Yesterday wasn't so good. Had trouble breathing and coughing up a lot of crud. I was outside a lot of the morning so that probably didn't help.
No more lice, I can happily report!!
I have lost 4.5 pounds now!! WOOHOO!
Mary went to her eye apt on post and failed. She went last year and they said she needed glasses. I was skeptical on the prescription strength. The doctor wasn't very interested in waiting on Mary to decide the shape. Being three I figured they could give her some leeway. So it wasn't a shock when she failed this time. With Jimmy's gene for eyes it isn't a surprise that it hit all 3 of them. So Mary goes to an eye specialist on Wednesday to see what the deal is.
The kids and Jimmy were wrestling yesterday. Morgan got elbowed in the head. She is still not 100% yet. Her head hurts. Poor baby. Right now she has her room to herself. Mary is bunking with Noah tonight. Morgan is watching one of my favorite movies, Cleopatra. Yes the movie with Elizabeth Taylor. It is so good.
I made turkey with all the fixings tonight. The kids wanted to pretend it was Christmas. They set the table like Christmas and used the fancy plates and glasses. We drew names for secret Santa's. I got 2 movies from mom. Morgan got a nice poem from Jimmy. Noah gave Mary his dinosaur book, she is always taking. Jimmy got a beaded key chain for his keys. Mary glued pictures from a magazine on some paper for Noah (they were things he likes). I am drawing a picture for mom.
I have a dentist appointment tomorrow, that I really don't want to go to.
Other than that not much else going on. Hope this update finds you all well.
Jimmy will be going back to work tomorrow. He has basically been off since the 2nd week in December. It has been great having him home but he is definitely ready to go back. I am feeling better. Yesterday wasn't so good. Had trouble breathing and coughing up a lot of crud. I was outside a lot of the morning so that probably didn't help.
No more lice, I can happily report!!
I have lost 4.5 pounds now!! WOOHOO!
Mary went to her eye apt on post and failed. She went last year and they said she needed glasses. I was skeptical on the prescription strength. The doctor wasn't very interested in waiting on Mary to decide the shape. Being three I figured they could give her some leeway. So it wasn't a shock when she failed this time. With Jimmy's gene for eyes it isn't a surprise that it hit all 3 of them. So Mary goes to an eye specialist on Wednesday to see what the deal is.
The kids and Jimmy were wrestling yesterday. Morgan got elbowed in the head. She is still not 100% yet. Her head hurts. Poor baby. Right now she has her room to herself. Mary is bunking with Noah tonight. Morgan is watching one of my favorite movies, Cleopatra. Yes the movie with Elizabeth Taylor. It is so good.
I made turkey with all the fixings tonight. The kids wanted to pretend it was Christmas. They set the table like Christmas and used the fancy plates and glasses. We drew names for secret Santa's. I got 2 movies from mom. Morgan got a nice poem from Jimmy. Noah gave Mary his dinosaur book, she is always taking. Jimmy got a beaded key chain for his keys. Mary glued pictures from a magazine on some paper for Noah (they were things he likes). I am drawing a picture for mom.
I have a dentist appointment tomorrow, that I really don't want to go to.
Other than that not much else going on. Hope this update finds you all well.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Update on working out
This morning I weighed myself and (drum roll please) I have lost 2.5 lbs!!! Now this may seem like a small amount compared to the Biggest Loser, but my goal is to loose 2 or more pounds a week. I have worked out everyday but Sunday and Monday. Now Sunday was laziness on my part and my trainer as well. Yesterday though was my day off for the week. It is weird to work out but strangely fun in a way. The best part is getting in shape. The second best thing is spending time with Jimmy everyday. It is nice to see what he gets so excited about. It will be a long journey to get this weight off at 2 pounds a week but I am determined. For all of you who know me this is something I will do. There isn't a force on Earth that can stop me if I have my eye set on something.
On a side note. I have been feeling better and was feeling like I was finally going to be over this crud. But for the past 2 days I have been feeling run down and very phlegmy (sorry). I am hoping this is just me getting all the crud out finally. I am worried, in that little part of my brain, that I am getting worse again. I hope not. I will not stop working out either way.
On a side note. I have been feeling better and was feeling like I was finally going to be over this crud. But for the past 2 days I have been feeling run down and very phlegmy (sorry). I am hoping this is just me getting all the crud out finally. I am worried, in that little part of my brain, that I am getting worse again. I hope not. I will not stop working out either way.
Monday, March 23, 2009
The Awards
Morgan and her awards.
Recieving her awards and ribbon.
So I must be a doting mom for a moment. This morning was Morgan's school award ceremony. Morgan got the most awards in her class by a mile. Now I know it is all about achieving your own personal goals. Which by the way she obliterated! I didn't gloat or goosh to her over the fact she earned the most but I am saying it here...lol. Sorry. Anyway here is a run down of her awards.
3rd Nine Weeks Achievement Award
All 'A' Honor Roll
3 AR Award ( AR is advanced Reading and the 3rd is, she has received one for each nine weeks
(or semesters to those in traditional school)
41 Math Objectives Mastered (most in her class)
Terrific Kid Award (means never got in trouble)
4 Star Reader Awards (exceeded her AR allowance for the school year before the 3rd semester was over)
So if you are keeping track, that is 9 awards for 9 weeks. I am so proud of her!!!! OK so I will stop gooshing now. Have a great day.
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