FUNKIFICATION

I have been living on Twitter and Facebook and not so much ignoring my blog, but have a general lack of inspiration in blogging. I think its a trend running around a few of my regular bloggers.

I am in a Funk - yes funk with a capital F. Blah.....Meh.....Ugh. I feel blank. That is awful isn't it. Blank, which could be twisted to sound empty. And I don't feel empty - blank is a better word. Kind of like a blank canvas just trying to figure out what's going on it. I've been walking a lot and feel good in a body/mind/spirit thing - I'm just lost on putting it into words. Maybe I'm just processing it all. Maybe I'm out of words, maybe I'm just like every other person out there just struggling to make sense of it all.

Well, cyber therapists.........any thoughts.

Insanity, Bread Making & Vegetables

Well, I think I've gone completely insane. Yes, insane. I am sitting here typing a little about my day just so I can share the insanity. Everyone knows its more fun to be crazy in a group than separate.

I'm baking bread. BREAD. That wonderful fluffy yeasty goodness. I talked to a friend on the phone last night and told her I was going to bake bread today she said I was scaring her. Could me baking bread be that scary. Well, here is some more scary things: I've just made more pickled cucumbers, I have dinner plate ready for tomato & mozzarella salad tonight.

OK, here it is I'm trying to go vegetarian. I'm not going to completely give up meat, but in this heat and my plateau in the weight-loss front I've decided to cut it almost out of my diet. A little chicken here and there - some turkey lunch meat every so often. I just don't feel like the heaviness of meat everyday. Basically I think its just too hot to stand over a stove or a grill and cook.

Did I miss a sign from God?

Yesterday, the City Council overwhelmingly passed what I think is the stupidest piece of legislation ever. It affects the 416 houses of my neighborhood effectively forcing our neighborhood to remain nothing but one-story homes. The people for this legislation in our neighborhood wanted to maintain the feel of the neighborhood. I'm amazed sometimes at people's mind sets. Don't they know that the "feel" of the neighborhood comes from the people not the architecture. But I guess some people were behind the door when common sense was handed out.

Anyway - while this meeting was going on I was making myself lunch. I had a pot on the stove and couldn't find my pot holder so I used a dishtowel to take the lid off the pot. Does anyone see what's coming? Yes, the dishtowel caught fire. It was pure luck I walked back in to see the flames shooting up the side of the pot and manage to grab the dishtowel and make it out the backdoor without any damage to the house or my body. The dishtowel however is toast.

Did God save me from burning down my house or was he trying to save me from living in a crazy neighborhood by burning my house down? I wonder if I'll ever know.

Too bad I didn't have my camera.

I just had the most amazing evening. After The Husband cooked fajitas for dinner I quickly changed clothes and went for a walk. The first two miles were a nasty sweaty hot mess, but I worked it good. Mile 3 was OK nice starting to cool off and I got a nice 1/2 mile in the shade and the next 1/2 mile was relaxing and over a bridge with a beautiful view. It wasn't until I hit the last two miles of the walk that it got so fabulous.

What is so fabulous you ask? Besides me typing this when I should be showering the stank off me. The most incredible sight of the sun.

It wasn't one of those incredible sunsets full of color that makes you think the earth is going to burst into flames. No, first the lake was covered in sailboats. And the boats glowed with the orange of the sun. Then, the building across the lake lit up like the tombstones in the Ansel Adams photograph. Then the last mile after the sun went behind the trees. Everything was the most amazing color. The water looked like a mosaic of only peach and blue dots. There was a mother duck and her ducklings. The ducklings were so small they had to be "just hatched". The breeze kicked in and dropped the temp about 5 degrees and the last 1/4 mile the water turned more grey/blue with just a touch of sunlight here and there. It was a truly beautiful end to the day.

Happy Father's Day!

Dear Dad:

I want to take this opportunity to again say I'm sorry I didn't' get a card in the mail. I am quite possibly the worst daughter in the world, but this is about you and not me.

You have always been the most fabulous Dad any girl cold ever hope for. I got my most prized possession from you - my dry sense of humor. I also got my crazy hair from you - I'm not sure whether that is good or bad - I guess that really depends on the humidity. You are an awesome role model, a great dad, a fabulous Grandpa and well all around nice guy.

I love you Daddy!

I should never participate in a drug trial.

EXCUSE ME, I THINK I'M WIRED WRONG!

You probably think I'm exaggerating don't you? Well I'm not and I'll tell you why. I feel like I could fall asleep standing up. Seriously. I am exhausted. My eyes are burning, I just want to close my eyes and go to sleep. The problem is that when I do that, my brain decides to turn on. No train of though last longer than 30 seconds. Except when I get a food craving and we don't have it in the pantry. I can drink coffee and go to sleep. Yes, extra caffeine will immediately send me off to sleep. My best sleep is after breakfast with about 3 or 4 cups of coffee on a Saturday morning.

And don't get me started on medicines.

Benadryl - makes me WIDE AWAKE and makes me rock back and forth like an autistic child and my skin crawls.

That nasty stuff that is suppose to make you stay awake that's in decongestants - will turn me into a zombie not quite asleep, but the walking dead. Drooling. If it doesn't contain that thing that starts with a p - it wires me out to where I talk so fast if you were my employer you would send me to be drug tested.

Vicodin/Oxycontin (or any other narcotic I've been prescribed for pain) WIDE AWAKE. You would think after taking a baby out of my abdomen or a chunk out of my boob, that I would have welcomed pain meds and gone to sleep. No instead I'm a wired mess and wide awake.

The medicine that's suppose to help with RLS (Restless Leg Syndrome) that makes you go to sleep makes me grind my teeth into dust.

If its suppose to make you sleep, it keeps me awake. If its suppose to dull the pain, it makes my skin crawl. If its suppose to take the edge off its like sucking on a lifesaver.

OMG you won't believe what I just did.

No,youwon't. Ijustcalledthepoliceonasolicitorthatcametomydoor. HeaskedwhyIwasmadathimandsaiditwasbecauseihadanosolititationstickeronmydoor.

Iaskedhimtoleaveandwhenhewouldn'tislammedthedoorinhisfaceandcalled911.

Heknockedonmydoortotellmecriminalscutthephonelinestodisableyouralarm.

Didn'twelearnthatonCSIorLaw&Orderorsomeonthercopshow?

ifigureditididthiswithnospacebaryouwouldreaditasfastasmyheartwaspounding.

I am officially married again.

Sometime in seventh month of my first pregnancy I got too fat for my wedding ring. Anyone who has ever been pregnant can understand that statement. Sometime between the 1st and 2nd pregnancy I lost enough weight to get it back on. I got pregnant again and somewhere in between the 1st and 2nd trimester I swelled up again and it hasn't been on there since.

Until yesterday that is.

Who gives a damn right? ME, I do. Why, because it means I have lost enough weight that the band my husband gave me 14 or so years ago, back when I was 125 lbs, hot and my boobs were still perky, fits again. I'm not claiming perky boobs or 125 lbs, but this in monumental to an over 40 mom of two who has been not so happy about her figure for a while.

Now if only my feet would go back to a size 8.

Margie the Great

Margie, the most wonderful woman in the world, saw my blog post a few months ago and she had brought back some Kiwi soap from New Zealand and that sweet thing gave up her Kiwi soap to me. ME!

CAN ANYONE BE A BIGGER ANGEL THAT THAT?

No, they can't. It was selfless and made me tear up just a little that someone would do that for me. Give up a treasure. She has to be the most wonderful woman in the Whole Wide World.

That's the way she rolls (pretty awesome isn't it?), and NO, you can't have her.

So apparently my husband does everything

Last night when my husband came home I jumped in my workout clothes and drove down to the lake. I walked a little over 5 miles the last mile or so was well, exhausting. I came home to him cooking dinner - so I got in the shower, then in my nightgown (yes, it was before 7 pm) and got in bed to "rest". I was tired after a hot 5 miles.

He also emptied the dishwasher while making dinner. He had the kids call me in for dinner. I ate, then went right back to bed. The kids followed quickly to "cuddle". AWE!! They wanted to cuddle with me. How glowy and love did this mommy feel.

Then in came The Husband: What's going on in here? You just leave me to clean up after I cook dinner? Jeez, I have to do everything.

None of us got up. Not one. Then I had the gall to ask him to make the kids lunches this morning and I heard it again. I wonder how long I can leave the laundry?

Free, I'm free

It's over, I'm free! Kinda, I know that makes absolutely no sense. I no longer am gainfully employed. One last paycheck is all I have left. I am so looking forward to not having to get dressed in the morning and being with the kids. And stuff and things.

Mostly the stuff and things. Its the best part. Don't ya think?

I'm going to take tons and tons of photos. I'm going to clean out the attic. I'm going to get rid of my junk. I'm going to sleep late. Shhh, don't tell the husband. I'm going to cook stuff from scratch. SCRATCH! No more boxed or packaged anything. Ok, that may be going a little far. I'm not sure I'm ready to make my own pasta but I will make my own bread. Yippee! Homemade bread. HMMMMMMM. Damn there goes all the work I've been doing over the last month or so to lose weight.

I just can't win can I? Who cares, I don't have to see anyone so I'm eating the bread. HEHEHE!

I already miss my paycheck though and my girls. I miss my girls. You know who you are girls. Even if you won't leave me a comment.

There is no title for this...

I am a little nervous today. Its my last day of official work. (Although I am scheduled to cover some vacation in July) I've been there 2 weeks shy of 14 years. Heck I was there before I met my husband. Scary isn't it. I met him 2 weeks after I started this job. That's a long time. I'm excited to have the opportunity to have the entire summer with my kids. I'm scared that I won't budget well or that we won't do well without my paycheck coming in. Not that 15 hours a week brings in a ton of money, but I'm so grateful that I had the opportunity to continue working and that the wonderful place I've worked for has been as accommodating and understanding as it has. They took me from full time to part time after the kids were born. Its going to be a bittersweet day for me and I hope I get through it without tears - although I seriously doubt it.

Today just going to be tough no matter which way I look at it.

Random Facts of the Week

Exercise:

Monday: Walked 5 miles

Tuesday: Walked 3.5 miles

Wednesday: Walked 4 miles

Thursday: Skated 3.5 miles

Yea Weightloss!

Worked:

Tuesday - Friday (yes, I know its not Friday yet, but I will be working tomorrow.)

Yea Paycheck!

Sleep: None or next to none.

Boo!

Quote of the Week: Seriously hilarious, but can't admit that my son said that on this blog, so if you want to know check my Twitter account.

Snicker!

I am sweaty and currently drinking water out of a coffee cup, because we forgot to run the dishwasher last night.

Yea Us!

Just got Changeling in the mail from Netflix today, but will probably wait until Friday to watch.

Have a great weekend! Notice the positive attitude. Enjoy it, I'm sure it won't last - I'm high on endorphins after my skate.

I need a Mulligan!

To say this morning didn't start out well, is well, an understatement. The Husband had to be at work early so he was out the door before we were fully awake. At 7:20 we realized that H2's shoes were in The Husband's car. He was 25 miles north of where we were so that was a wash. I rushed everyone in the car and was backing out of the driveway when I realized Target didn't open until 8 AM.

FYI, its testing week, so late is NOT a good thing.

So I went back inside tried to deal with the Diana Ross hair I had this morning. Put the straight iron to it and swished a little mascara on. No, makeup for Dijea today. Then rushed and dropped E off at school. Then went to Target with H2 in a pair of socks. Finally got him a pair of tennis shoes that fit him and we walked to the check out counter with H2 in his sock feet. The cashier was kind enough to cut off all the tags so we could put them on right there instead of walking back to the car for me to cut them off. So I rushed back to the school - had to walk him in to sign the tardy slip. Then left my brand new sunglasses on the counter at the school. Luckily they were still there and the secretary is holding them at her desk for me.

I realized in my stress haze that I hadn't taken my blood pressure meds and they were back at the house so I rushed back to the house grabbed my pills and rushed to the office. Sigh...

All this before 9 AM.