We are living in a sick house! My poor boys have a stomach bug, and I just got over it. When speaking to a relative today, she admitted to me that another relative who came to visit us was sick with a stomach bug when she came to visit. Exactly 3 days after she and her husband visited, the baby and I fell ill. It takes about 2-3 days for bugs to incubate until you exhibit symptoms when it comes to stomach bugs and common colds and such, so I know the informant was correct in telling me who the culprit was. So, this situation has inspired me to dedicate my blog entry of the day to a very important public service announcement:
Do NOT visit families with infants, very small children, or elderly persons living with them if you are ill. It is rude, plain and simple. It's really rude to take your germs to any social outing, but if you can't help yourself, at least stay away from those who can't help themselves when sick, don't understand being sick, and are in more danger when they become ill than healthy adults.
The sick person in our current situation even held the baby (though she told my informant that she did not when it was pointed out that she shouldn't have come to see us at that time if she was sick.) I try to keep myself and my children away from other people when we're ill, and I expect others to have the same courtesy. I didn't even receive a warning in this case.
I have noticed, over the past few years, that people seem to drag their sick kids everywhere. This time last year there was a poor child laying on the floor of a "moon bounce". He was pale, sweating, snot running down his face, coughing, and asleep in his father's lap. This was at a Bounce U birthday party. Clearly the child could not even participate. His parents did not just drag him there, they also put him on the equipment extremely ill and unable to even sit up let alone bounce around. I don't even think I need to mention the germ to child ratio at any preschool or play group on any given day. I know many repeat offenders who will bring their kids to play dates with all sorts of green stuff pouring out from various places on their little faces.
My oldest son (3 years old) is prone to croup, and has had croup turn into pneumonia in the past. Maybe this makes me more touchy about this subject, or maybe it's the experiences I've had as a nurse. You take a baby in to an ER with a high fever, and the tests they put them through are just torture. I'd like to avoid that.
So please, keep your bugs to yourself! What a strange thing to write a blog about, I know. It's like, how do people not know this already? But apparently they don't because it happens so much! When my little boy looks at me and says "Mommy, there's a headache in my tummy.", and then proceeds to throw up all over my stairs, it inspires me to remind people to mind their manners and stay away when ill. (Oh how I want to send them a carpet cleaning bill. It doesn't take away how bad my little guy feels, but perhaps it would leave a lasting impression with them and always remind them to stay home when sick!)
So here's hoping the boys get better right away. The poor baby had just started sleeping through the night, and as soon as he got sick that all changed. So hopefully we can get back to normal around here soon, and the boys can both get good sleep and feel like their cheerful selves again.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Bird Rain?!
Birds have always freaked me out. I am not sure if this has to do with a scene from a scary movie or show I may have seen as a child where a bird did something to someone, or if it has to do with geese chasing me in a park as a kid, or that I have watched several people get pooped on by the flying waste machines, but whatever the reason (or combination of) I do not care for them. Every bird I see is suspect. Are they going to poop on ME? Are they secretly planning on pecking my delicious brains out? I am sure they are up to something. I ran into an indoor exhibit with my then toddler at the National Zoo last year, and my husband sat on a bench, watching the stroller. When I came out the thing was covered in bird droppings. He had left it under a tree. It was equally revolting and disturbing to me. How many birds were in that tree, happily bombing whatever was underneath them?
Now we find out we have to worry about huge flocks of birds themselves falling out of the sky, dead. Fabulous. I read one person shielded themselves with an umbrella as birds dropped right out of the sky above, landing on people, cars, houses, anything down below. This has happened 3 times in the past few days. Now I'm certain I will walk out of my house and be rained upon by dead birds. Just when I thought I knew the extent of the problems birds can cause (including the damage the woodpeckers at our last house caused to the outside of our home), this happens. I don't even want to go out to get the mail!
I recently started jogging. This bird phenomenon is equal parts deterrent and motivator for jogging. I don't really want to go outside to be rained on by deceased fowl, but if I find myself out there you better believe I'm running! I need to get a head start in case I need to play a game of dodge bird while outside. I'm afraid driving will become a hazard, because if a bunch of dead birds fall onto my windshield I may just pass out. Will they have to start reporting this on the nightly news during the weather segment? "Overnight there will be a 40% chance of a bird blizzard. Get your boots and shovels ready." We have a lot of dogs in the neighborhood. I can't even imagine the horrors associated with thousands of these particular chew toys landing in our cul de sac, and the resulting blood bath.
The weather in 2010 was weird. The piles and piles of snow, the heat waves, the terrible storms... I was hoping 2011 would be more reasonable, but this has to take the cake. I wonder what the rest of the year would bring. Any predictions?
Now we find out we have to worry about huge flocks of birds themselves falling out of the sky, dead. Fabulous. I read one person shielded themselves with an umbrella as birds dropped right out of the sky above, landing on people, cars, houses, anything down below. This has happened 3 times in the past few days. Now I'm certain I will walk out of my house and be rained upon by dead birds. Just when I thought I knew the extent of the problems birds can cause (including the damage the woodpeckers at our last house caused to the outside of our home), this happens. I don't even want to go out to get the mail!
I recently started jogging. This bird phenomenon is equal parts deterrent and motivator for jogging. I don't really want to go outside to be rained on by deceased fowl, but if I find myself out there you better believe I'm running! I need to get a head start in case I need to play a game of dodge bird while outside. I'm afraid driving will become a hazard, because if a bunch of dead birds fall onto my windshield I may just pass out. Will they have to start reporting this on the nightly news during the weather segment? "Overnight there will be a 40% chance of a bird blizzard. Get your boots and shovels ready." We have a lot of dogs in the neighborhood. I can't even imagine the horrors associated with thousands of these particular chew toys landing in our cul de sac, and the resulting blood bath.
The weather in 2010 was weird. The piles and piles of snow, the heat waves, the terrible storms... I was hoping 2011 would be more reasonable, but this has to take the cake. I wonder what the rest of the year would bring. Any predictions?
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
The cocktail attire countdown!
We received our invitation today to the spring fling party thrown by my husbands employer! I'm very excited for an adult night out with my husband! The party is always a blast, and I look forward to it each year (some years it was a holiday party, but last year an ice storm came so I think they just moved it to spring and left it there). So now the race is on to lose the last bit of baby weight to fit into my little black dress I had bought for the iced out party! Thank goodness for having already resolved to lose it (see my very first blog post). So I'm in full dieting and exercise mode. I have become better at this over recent years, and I have a plan already so I'm hoping for success! I have 13 1/2 weeks to lose it. I'd say wish me luck, but it's not about luck. It's about watching my calories, and moving my body. As my mom would say "You can do eeeeet!"
My 3 year old is a force of nature. Keeping up with him can be exhausting! He is the best form of exercise I know. The best thing is, he loves music and dance. When a mom with young children mentions to me that she wants to lose weight, I immediately suggest dance parties. We have impromptu "dance parties" just about every day. We turn on the tunes, push back the furniture, and boogie down. This is great, especially in the winter when outdoor activities may not be easy to do thanks to the frigid weather. It's something moms can do with their kids, so no babysitter or free time is needed. Even if people don't have young children, dance parties can be great. You feel good, you hear music that makes you happy, and you burn calories. So there is my advice of the day. Have a dance party whenever you get the chance! (These work for more than just weight loss, such as bad moods, rainy days, or too much coffee.)
If anyone out there has any other good suggestions for fun ways to get my move on and involve my kids during these cold winter months, let me know!
My 3 year old is a force of nature. Keeping up with him can be exhausting! He is the best form of exercise I know. The best thing is, he loves music and dance. When a mom with young children mentions to me that she wants to lose weight, I immediately suggest dance parties. We have impromptu "dance parties" just about every day. We turn on the tunes, push back the furniture, and boogie down. This is great, especially in the winter when outdoor activities may not be easy to do thanks to the frigid weather. It's something moms can do with their kids, so no babysitter or free time is needed. Even if people don't have young children, dance parties can be great. You feel good, you hear music that makes you happy, and you burn calories. So there is my advice of the day. Have a dance party whenever you get the chance! (These work for more than just weight loss, such as bad moods, rainy days, or too much coffee.)
If anyone out there has any other good suggestions for fun ways to get my move on and involve my kids during these cold winter months, let me know!
Monday, January 3, 2011
Hippiechicmomma....
I'm not really a hippie (in case that wasn't totally obvious by now). Hippie-chic came about when I was trying to explain how one of my best girlfriends and I live our lives in rather conservative surroundings, and I pulled out the term "hippie-chic". The hippie half refers to my liberal views, respect for fellow human beings and the Earth, a real "love one another" attitude. Throw in the occasional action that falls outside the envelope (Like when I had my son and brought his placenta home to bury it in the backyard. Perhaps that's a smidge "hippie" of me.), and that makes up the hippie half of the phrase. The chic (not chick) part is there because I'm not so much a flower child, but a modern woman who loves modern convenience, shoes, shopping, lives in a conservative neighborhood where all the houses are rather similar to one another, and put blood sweat and tears into becoming a registered nurse & believes in the fine art of modern medicine. I also have strict guidelines for personal grooming (I own a razor).
I figured I'd explain that a bit in case you found yourself here in search of flower power stories, and have been seriously disappointed. The posts here will be a mash up of all life has to offer, well my life anyway. You can expect some to be political in nature, there will be a lot here for other mothers of young children, and there will be a lot about my interactions with the people around me. I love observing people, and trying to figure out what makes people think or act the way they do. Also, there are several real characters in my life who always keep it interesting (whether that is a good interesting or a bad interesting depends on the day!)
I hope you enjoy what you find here. Sometimes I feel like I live in a fairy tale, but remember, even fairy tales have their share of villains. My story is no different.
I figured I'd explain that a bit in case you found yourself here in search of flower power stories, and have been seriously disappointed. The posts here will be a mash up of all life has to offer, well my life anyway. You can expect some to be political in nature, there will be a lot here for other mothers of young children, and there will be a lot about my interactions with the people around me. I love observing people, and trying to figure out what makes people think or act the way they do. Also, there are several real characters in my life who always keep it interesting (whether that is a good interesting or a bad interesting depends on the day!)
I hope you enjoy what you find here. Sometimes I feel like I live in a fairy tale, but remember, even fairy tales have their share of villains. My story is no different.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Post holiday debriefing....
I love the winter holidays! I'm a "Happy Holidays!"-er, as I feel the need to wish everyone happiness for Thanksgiving all the way through to the new year. I fill my house (which usually starts feeling like a winter cave we're stuck in by the holidays) with lights and sparkly objects, the warm, yummy smell of cookies, cheerful Christmas music, and the warm glow of a fire in hopes to lift the feelings of winter gray that have started to creep on in. The holiday glitz and cheer has increased dramatically now that my oldest son is 3 years old. He jumped on the holiday bandwagon with the kind of passion and exuberance only a 3 year old is capable of. Watching him experience all that November and December have to offer was beyond fun.
My husband hates the winter holidays! He is a "Bah Humbug"-er, as he equates holiday festivities and bruhaha with stress and money leaving his wallet at a dizzying pace. Every year, the night before Thanksgiving he brings out his Scrooge-ittude, and hangs onto that sucker for the remainder of the year. He starts with a litany of complaints and protestations as I hover over the stove, working on the sweet potato casserole for the following day. The man can't even properly accept gifts from anyone. He hated making a wish list, and he did not like opening packages in front of people awaiting his reaction. This Grinchy way he had about him always lead to some holiday disasters (read: blow up arguments). I was afraid this is what my kids would end up thinking of the holidays unless something was done about it.
I had to act. Christmas for my kids had to be just as wonderful as it was for me growing up. My husband recalls arguments at Christmas during his childhood. I recall magic, fun, and how everything was just a bit more beautiful. So I decided to cut my wish list down this year to one item. I asked my husband to buy me no gifts. I wanted nothing, but one thing... lose the Scrooge-ittude. It was the night before Thanksgiving, and there I was with those sweet potatoes, and there he was with his objections to everything holiday and celebration related. So I thought fast. I told him I wanted him to slap a smile on his face for our boys, and not let them see how much he hated the holidays, so that they might enjoy them. I figured this A. Took the financial burden of buying me gifts off of him which should help with the stress associated with the big price tag from the holidays and B. Help him to see how this was bigger than him, it affected his family.
I don't know if it was my request, or if it was watching our little boy be so over the moon to participate in holiday traditions, but my husband turned it around for us. He agreed to my request, and delivered. He got into the music, raved about the cookies, and helped hang the decorations just so. It would've been very difficult for him to be grouchy with our son being so happy, so I really think that had a lot to do with it. I didn't care how or why, I was just thrilled to see my husband put aside the ill feelings and pull through for his family. It's not easy for people to overcome years of stress experienced during the holidays, or to overcome any feelings of negativity associated with any event really, but he did it for us.
This was shaping up to be the best holiday in the history of our 11 holiday seasons together. Christmas Eve is the big night at our house. We throw a party, and the guest of honor arrives in his red suit with a hearty "Ho Ho Ho", and a little present for each child to hold them over until morning. We were having a bang up time, as always, and things were going great. Santa arrived, and after he saw all the children, I stopped mid-feed with my infant son to get a picture of him with Santa before Santa had to get back on his merry little way. After we got that picture, I took a quick turn filling in Santa on my personal wish list for the year. Then I went to get the baby from whoever had scooped him up to finish feeding him before he got too angry about being interrupted. My mother in law was following close behind me. I told her I had to finish feeding the baby, so I was just getting him from her boyfriend so he could eat. She proceeded to launch into this long story about pictures on her phone and tried to show them to me. I tried to pay attention to her as I was also trying to get my son so we could finish what we started. As I was lifting him out of her boyfriend's arms, she threw her arms down at her side like my 3 year old does right when he's launching into a fit, and screamed at me "You're not even listening to me!!" I should've come right back with "No, you're not listening to me. The baby needs to eat. We can do this later.", but I assured her I was and recited the last thing she had said to me. I brushed off her outburst, and went about enjoying the party. The rest of the party was fun, and then everyone cleared out. Once the mess was cleaned up, and the playroom that had been left a total disaster (no one cleans up anymore?) was put back together, we ushered our little guy into bed and started setting the stage for the morning.
Christmas morning was a blast. Our 11 week old baby slept through the night for the first time, and we all waited patiently downstairs for his older brother to wake up and come down. We had to wake him up! (Probably the last time we have to do that, we know.) He was so excited to see Santa had come, and savored each gift as he unwrapped it. He even expressed concern for Santa when he noticed our fire was going. We had to explain we had put it out over night so Santa did not actually burn his butt. Then a family member called. We had a 72 minute conversation (gotta love the timers on the phones). The first 10 minutes were about this lovely breakfast that was served at his place of work that morning by a coworkers wife. I was glad to hear he was enjoying himself, despite working. The other 62 minutes were a rant about how he hates interracial relationships, and how terrible black people are. Fan-freakin-tastic. What a fabulous way to spend Christmas morning, hating on half of the people my family member's friend, God, made. Merry Christmas! But I just let him go on and on about that and how wonderful Fox News is, and how he hates Bill Maher and Jon Stewart (whom I love dearly, am a devoted fan of, and consider to be my extra husbands!) because they are total liars. But after an hour I'm totally annoyed and hiding that is becoming difficult, and the huge breakfast I was cooking while he was proudly proclaiming "I'm prejudice and have no problem saying it!", was now finished so I ended the conversation. Then we got to eat the yummy breakfast, and all was pretty good again.
We had to schlep it down to my grandparents' home about 45 mins away, and we were an hour late (I could've used that 62 minutes of total waste from my Dad!). I was not thrilled about that, but I figured we'd get there eventually and that was what was important. We did make it, and dinner was delicious. It was pretty relaxed as a large chunk of the family didn't show up this year. We all gathered in the living room to exchange gifts after dinner and the clean up, as is tradition. Then my grandfather started in with one of the many complaints he's come up with over the past 15 or so years. There is nothing good on television. It's all garbage. What do the poor children watch?! It's all nudity! I told him there is no nudity on basic cable and public television when children are awake (he sleeps during the day and stays up all night, so maybe some late night tv is getting risque, but not the shows on the kiddie channels during the day. That's when he proclaimed "Bullshit! I see genitals and women playing with men's dingy dings in full view on tv during the day!" (Wouldn't you like to know what channel THAT is?!) I told him he is watching a premium channel or something, and he swore he wasn't. So my grandmother indicated that he was "seeing" it because he wanted to see it, and not because it was actually on tv. So he started swearing at her. Now I'm in a bad mood. I was having a great time at home with my sons and my husband. My little boy was playing with his new toys, and he was so happy to be doing so. Here I packed us all up, made a casserole that takes me 2 hours to complete, and made the trip for him to be a grouch. (He had a previous episode of grouchiness at the dinner table when he didn't have his favorite knife at his plate, and he had a fit about that.) I had long thought I didn't understand why people talk about how family holiday dinners are stressful and everyone fights, because I didn't notice people getting upset with each other at our get togethers. Suddenly, this was my situation.
On the way home my husband stated "You now hate Christmas more than I do!" with a snarky chuckle. I explained to him that I didn't hate Christmas, but I was upset with several people trying to muddy it up for me this year. I asked him to play nice, but didn't imagine other family members being so unpleasant during the happiest time of the year. We chatted the rest of the way home about ways to preserve the happiness of the holidays for our kids, and decided on a few changes for the upcoming year. We made these decisions as a team, Team Happy Holidays! My Grinch turned into my partner in yuletide cheer. Besides my children, the best gift I have ever received is watching my husband be a good father and work to give our children a fantastic childhood. Really I couldn't ask for more. (Oh, for the record, he still bought me presents. =) )
My husband hates the winter holidays! He is a "Bah Humbug"-er, as he equates holiday festivities and bruhaha with stress and money leaving his wallet at a dizzying pace. Every year, the night before Thanksgiving he brings out his Scrooge-ittude, and hangs onto that sucker for the remainder of the year. He starts with a litany of complaints and protestations as I hover over the stove, working on the sweet potato casserole for the following day. The man can't even properly accept gifts from anyone. He hated making a wish list, and he did not like opening packages in front of people awaiting his reaction. This Grinchy way he had about him always lead to some holiday disasters (read: blow up arguments). I was afraid this is what my kids would end up thinking of the holidays unless something was done about it.
I had to act. Christmas for my kids had to be just as wonderful as it was for me growing up. My husband recalls arguments at Christmas during his childhood. I recall magic, fun, and how everything was just a bit more beautiful. So I decided to cut my wish list down this year to one item. I asked my husband to buy me no gifts. I wanted nothing, but one thing... lose the Scrooge-ittude. It was the night before Thanksgiving, and there I was with those sweet potatoes, and there he was with his objections to everything holiday and celebration related. So I thought fast. I told him I wanted him to slap a smile on his face for our boys, and not let them see how much he hated the holidays, so that they might enjoy them. I figured this A. Took the financial burden of buying me gifts off of him which should help with the stress associated with the big price tag from the holidays and B. Help him to see how this was bigger than him, it affected his family.
I don't know if it was my request, or if it was watching our little boy be so over the moon to participate in holiday traditions, but my husband turned it around for us. He agreed to my request, and delivered. He got into the music, raved about the cookies, and helped hang the decorations just so. It would've been very difficult for him to be grouchy with our son being so happy, so I really think that had a lot to do with it. I didn't care how or why, I was just thrilled to see my husband put aside the ill feelings and pull through for his family. It's not easy for people to overcome years of stress experienced during the holidays, or to overcome any feelings of negativity associated with any event really, but he did it for us.
This was shaping up to be the best holiday in the history of our 11 holiday seasons together. Christmas Eve is the big night at our house. We throw a party, and the guest of honor arrives in his red suit with a hearty "Ho Ho Ho", and a little present for each child to hold them over until morning. We were having a bang up time, as always, and things were going great. Santa arrived, and after he saw all the children, I stopped mid-feed with my infant son to get a picture of him with Santa before Santa had to get back on his merry little way. After we got that picture, I took a quick turn filling in Santa on my personal wish list for the year. Then I went to get the baby from whoever had scooped him up to finish feeding him before he got too angry about being interrupted. My mother in law was following close behind me. I told her I had to finish feeding the baby, so I was just getting him from her boyfriend so he could eat. She proceeded to launch into this long story about pictures on her phone and tried to show them to me. I tried to pay attention to her as I was also trying to get my son so we could finish what we started. As I was lifting him out of her boyfriend's arms, she threw her arms down at her side like my 3 year old does right when he's launching into a fit, and screamed at me "You're not even listening to me!!" I should've come right back with "No, you're not listening to me. The baby needs to eat. We can do this later.", but I assured her I was and recited the last thing she had said to me. I brushed off her outburst, and went about enjoying the party. The rest of the party was fun, and then everyone cleared out. Once the mess was cleaned up, and the playroom that had been left a total disaster (no one cleans up anymore?) was put back together, we ushered our little guy into bed and started setting the stage for the morning.
Christmas morning was a blast. Our 11 week old baby slept through the night for the first time, and we all waited patiently downstairs for his older brother to wake up and come down. We had to wake him up! (Probably the last time we have to do that, we know.) He was so excited to see Santa had come, and savored each gift as he unwrapped it. He even expressed concern for Santa when he noticed our fire was going. We had to explain we had put it out over night so Santa did not actually burn his butt. Then a family member called. We had a 72 minute conversation (gotta love the timers on the phones). The first 10 minutes were about this lovely breakfast that was served at his place of work that morning by a coworkers wife. I was glad to hear he was enjoying himself, despite working. The other 62 minutes were a rant about how he hates interracial relationships, and how terrible black people are. Fan-freakin-tastic. What a fabulous way to spend Christmas morning, hating on half of the people my family member's friend, God, made. Merry Christmas! But I just let him go on and on about that and how wonderful Fox News is, and how he hates Bill Maher and Jon Stewart (whom I love dearly, am a devoted fan of, and consider to be my extra husbands!) because they are total liars. But after an hour I'm totally annoyed and hiding that is becoming difficult, and the huge breakfast I was cooking while he was proudly proclaiming "I'm prejudice and have no problem saying it!", was now finished so I ended the conversation. Then we got to eat the yummy breakfast, and all was pretty good again.
We had to schlep it down to my grandparents' home about 45 mins away, and we were an hour late (I could've used that 62 minutes of total waste from my Dad!). I was not thrilled about that, but I figured we'd get there eventually and that was what was important. We did make it, and dinner was delicious. It was pretty relaxed as a large chunk of the family didn't show up this year. We all gathered in the living room to exchange gifts after dinner and the clean up, as is tradition. Then my grandfather started in with one of the many complaints he's come up with over the past 15 or so years. There is nothing good on television. It's all garbage. What do the poor children watch?! It's all nudity! I told him there is no nudity on basic cable and public television when children are awake (he sleeps during the day and stays up all night, so maybe some late night tv is getting risque, but not the shows on the kiddie channels during the day. That's when he proclaimed "Bullshit! I see genitals and women playing with men's dingy dings in full view on tv during the day!" (Wouldn't you like to know what channel THAT is?!) I told him he is watching a premium channel or something, and he swore he wasn't. So my grandmother indicated that he was "seeing" it because he wanted to see it, and not because it was actually on tv. So he started swearing at her. Now I'm in a bad mood. I was having a great time at home with my sons and my husband. My little boy was playing with his new toys, and he was so happy to be doing so. Here I packed us all up, made a casserole that takes me 2 hours to complete, and made the trip for him to be a grouch. (He had a previous episode of grouchiness at the dinner table when he didn't have his favorite knife at his plate, and he had a fit about that.) I had long thought I didn't understand why people talk about how family holiday dinners are stressful and everyone fights, because I didn't notice people getting upset with each other at our get togethers. Suddenly, this was my situation.
On the way home my husband stated "You now hate Christmas more than I do!" with a snarky chuckle. I explained to him that I didn't hate Christmas, but I was upset with several people trying to muddy it up for me this year. I asked him to play nice, but didn't imagine other family members being so unpleasant during the happiest time of the year. We chatted the rest of the way home about ways to preserve the happiness of the holidays for our kids, and decided on a few changes for the upcoming year. We made these decisions as a team, Team Happy Holidays! My Grinch turned into my partner in yuletide cheer. Besides my children, the best gift I have ever received is watching my husband be a good father and work to give our children a fantastic childhood. Really I couldn't ask for more. (Oh, for the record, he still bought me presents. =) )
Saturday, January 1, 2011
I should write this down, starting today!
2011 is here, and with it comes a few promises to myself, not unlike resolutions you've made to yourself for the new year. I had to start off with the cliche "lose weight", but I've cleverly disguised it as "fit back into the pre-baby clothes" because that sounds less like work and more like shopping (even if it's in my own closet). I got right on that today with a nice jog, and two impromptu "dance parties" with my 3 year old son. Also, a salad for lunch and zero calorie drinks only were representin' for the cutting calories portion of my plan. My other resolution was to start a blog, and hopefully to be able to keep up with it. I always find myself saying "I should write this down." "I should write a book." or "You can't make this stuff up!" I just never acted on any of it. Well here's my chance. Hopefully the funny, crazy, exciting, unbelievable events that seem to happen to me on a regular basis will not find out about the blog and keep their distance. On slow days I could always take the time to write down one of my older memories that prompted an "I should write a book!" outburst. We'll see where this little experiment takes me.
To wrap up this very first post, I think it would be appropriate to comment on my jog associated with my first resolution for this year. First of all, I never run. I HATE running. It is a very strict rule of mine that I do NOT run unless there is a gun or a fire behind me. Jogging today was a direct violation of that rule, but as I mentioned earlier to friends, my post-baby body was violating my skinny jeans. Something had to be done. So off I went, and of course our cul de sac was full of kids on Christmas break. They were cheering me on, and yelling how proud they were of me (ha!), and when I came back and they were still carrying on with this, I felt like Rocky running the stairs. I made it, after months of... well not that kind of exercise, anyway. I shy away from saying no exercise because I was riding my bike the day before I went into labor, so obviously I had kept up with physical activity. But it felt good to have some alone time to myself to work on myself. The truth was, I was proud of me. Hopefully I won't let myself down, as resolutions are easy to break. I owe it to myself, and to the closet full of beautiful clothes that I hope miss me as much as I miss them.
To wrap up this very first post, I think it would be appropriate to comment on my jog associated with my first resolution for this year. First of all, I never run. I HATE running. It is a very strict rule of mine that I do NOT run unless there is a gun or a fire behind me. Jogging today was a direct violation of that rule, but as I mentioned earlier to friends, my post-baby body was violating my skinny jeans. Something had to be done. So off I went, and of course our cul de sac was full of kids on Christmas break. They were cheering me on, and yelling how proud they were of me (ha!), and when I came back and they were still carrying on with this, I felt like Rocky running the stairs. I made it, after months of... well not that kind of exercise, anyway. I shy away from saying no exercise because I was riding my bike the day before I went into labor, so obviously I had kept up with physical activity. But it felt good to have some alone time to myself to work on myself. The truth was, I was proud of me. Hopefully I won't let myself down, as resolutions are easy to break. I owe it to myself, and to the closet full of beautiful clothes that I hope miss me as much as I miss them.
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