I'm back finally. It was wonderful having a four day weekend. I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving. I know I did. It was wonderful. The Friday shopping was great. I got to spend half the day shopping with my oldest sister and her kids. We had an awesome time. Although I really did not buy much stuff. I did get a new Santa christmas watch and a fabulous pair of brown boots, which I really needed. You can never have too many pairs of shoes.
I did take a trip over the holiday weekend. We had Thanksgiving at my moms on Sunday. Most of my immediate family was there. We arrived a few minutes late as usual and my family had already started eating. So my hubby and I went in and loaded our plates with ham, turkey, dressing, etc. On my way out the door to the screened in porch where we always eat. My foot slipped out from under me and I flew down the steps. I landed on my knees and then on down on my hands. My plate and cup landed straight up and I managed to only spill a little bit of my drink. Am I graceful or what? After everyone was sure that I was okay and I stopped crying we all laughed so hard. It was really funny! I wish I had a video of it, I could probably win money. When I got home and took my shoe off and tried to stand barefoot my foot was hurting so bad that I started crying. Of course if I am crying I must be in pain, so hubby is ready to rush me to the ER. I convinced him and myself that it was not broken I just needed to get off of it and prop it up. Well that helped some, but it still hurts, less today. I still can't wear any of my cute shoes and I am dying to wear my new boots, but my foot won't let me.
Other Thanksgiving happenings. I think my sister is on meth. She is bone thin, yet she says that she eats. She is borrowing 5 and 10 dollars from everyone, except me. I think she knows that would be a mistake. She is not acting like her old self. I see an intervention and rehab for Christmas.
My mom had foot surgery yesterday and I went to the hospital with her. It was supposed to be outpatient, but they kept her. I think it is a good thing that they did. She had a bunion removed and a screw put in to straighten her toe. The physical therapist had her get out of bed for the first time since her surgery. She was in major pain. She cried. It breaks my heart to think of my mom in pain. She is such a strong woman. She will get to go home today. I am worried about her, but I think as long as she has pain medicine she will be fine.
Tuesday, November 30, 2004
Wednesday, November 24, 2004
Giving Thanks
I just had to post again today because I am off the rest of the week so I will not be posting again until Monday. I did not want my last post before Thanksgiving to be about all my missing jewelry. I wanted it to be something upbeat and positive. So here goes.
Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays. The celebration in my family is much like Christmas minus the presents. We have lots to eat and we normally put a smile on and tolerate each other long enough to get through the meal. The women usually wind up sitting together talking and laughing while the men sit on the sofa and watch football and sleep. My family has moved our celebration to Sunday to accomodate everyone's schedule. That works better for me anyway because we spend Thanksgiving day with hubby's family at his great Aunt's house about an hour away. Then my family lives an hour away in the other direction so it would just be too much to be traveling and eating all day, so this way I get to enjoy both families and not have to feel rushed. I plan on meeting up with my oldest sister early on Friday morning to shop. It is a tradition, we must shop the day after Thanksgiving. There is just something about getting up before the sunrise and fighting huge crowds of people to get the best deal on the things that you are buying. In our past shopping trips I have bought more for me than anyone else. This year I will just be going for the fun of it. Who knows maybe I can get some new jewelry.
I do have a lot of reasons to give thanks:
Good health
My husband and family
Great job
Wonderful friends
A sunny disposition
My animals
My fellow bloggers
I know these were kind of general things but if I started listed individual things I would be here all day and I do need to try to get a little bit of work done while I am here. Have a Happy and Safe holiday weekend and I look forward to reading you all on Monday.
Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays. The celebration in my family is much like Christmas minus the presents. We have lots to eat and we normally put a smile on and tolerate each other long enough to get through the meal. The women usually wind up sitting together talking and laughing while the men sit on the sofa and watch football and sleep. My family has moved our celebration to Sunday to accomodate everyone's schedule. That works better for me anyway because we spend Thanksgiving day with hubby's family at his great Aunt's house about an hour away. Then my family lives an hour away in the other direction so it would just be too much to be traveling and eating all day, so this way I get to enjoy both families and not have to feel rushed. I plan on meeting up with my oldest sister early on Friday morning to shop. It is a tradition, we must shop the day after Thanksgiving. There is just something about getting up before the sunrise and fighting huge crowds of people to get the best deal on the things that you are buying. In our past shopping trips I have bought more for me than anyone else. This year I will just be going for the fun of it. Who knows maybe I can get some new jewelry.
I do have a lot of reasons to give thanks:
Good health
My husband and family
Great job
Wonderful friends
A sunny disposition
My animals
My fellow bloggers
I know these were kind of general things but if I started listed individual things I would be here all day and I do need to try to get a little bit of work done while I am here. Have a Happy and Safe holiday weekend and I look forward to reading you all on Monday.
I was robbed...
I got home from work last night and discovered that my jewelry box had been emptied. Yes someone came into my home and stole my most precious trinkets, my acccessories. Nothing else was out of place, nothing broken, nothing else missing. We don't know where they came in or how. It had to be someone with a key because there no window was broken no door pried open.
We are renting our house and our landlords are out of town for the holiday. I don't know who all has keys or when the locks were last changed. I just feel sick. I cried and cried and I stopped long enough to call the police, my best friend, and my mom. Then I cried some more. I cried until my body ached and I felt like I would throw up. My jewelry is precious to me, but it isn't worth much on the streets. Most of it will probably wind up in the trash when they find out that it is fake.
All of my jewelry is gone. My class ring. My ex-husbands class ring. The last ring that my dad gave my mom before he died. My charm bracelets and all my precious charms. My turquoise earrings that my sister-in-law gave me for my birthday. My silver bead necklace, bracelet, and earrings. My lady bug bracelet. My turtle ring with movable legs and head. My turtle anklet. My tweety bird watch. My angel earrings. So much other stuff that I can't even remember. Everything except the $10.00 Wal-Mart watch that I was wearing, my favorite silver earrings that I was wearing, and my wedding rings.
I just feel so violated. The cops came and took a report. They said that someone would call me in the next 24 hours and follow up with me. In the meantime I may want to check the pawn shops for my jewelry and if I find any of it to let them know. I was expecting the CSI squad to come rolling into my driveway, jumping out of their cars, putting up the yellow crime scene tape. There were no sirens. They did not even fingerprint or question the neighbors. They did not secure the scene. They did not take any pictures of the crimescene or look for trace evidence. There was no helicopter scouring the neighborhood looking for the perpetrator. Just 2 roly poly policeman asking a few questions. Of course they wanted to know the monetary value of the jewelry. Well I don't know most of it was irreplaceable. How do you put a price on sentimental stuff?
Silver turtle ring with moveable parts....................................$20.00
Class ring......................................................................................$150.00
Angel earrings..............................................................................$75.00
The last ring that your dad gave your mom............................Priceless
We are renting our house and our landlords are out of town for the holiday. I don't know who all has keys or when the locks were last changed. I just feel sick. I cried and cried and I stopped long enough to call the police, my best friend, and my mom. Then I cried some more. I cried until my body ached and I felt like I would throw up. My jewelry is precious to me, but it isn't worth much on the streets. Most of it will probably wind up in the trash when they find out that it is fake.
All of my jewelry is gone. My class ring. My ex-husbands class ring. The last ring that my dad gave my mom before he died. My charm bracelets and all my precious charms. My turquoise earrings that my sister-in-law gave me for my birthday. My silver bead necklace, bracelet, and earrings. My lady bug bracelet. My turtle ring with movable legs and head. My turtle anklet. My tweety bird watch. My angel earrings. So much other stuff that I can't even remember. Everything except the $10.00 Wal-Mart watch that I was wearing, my favorite silver earrings that I was wearing, and my wedding rings.
I just feel so violated. The cops came and took a report. They said that someone would call me in the next 24 hours and follow up with me. In the meantime I may want to check the pawn shops for my jewelry and if I find any of it to let them know. I was expecting the CSI squad to come rolling into my driveway, jumping out of their cars, putting up the yellow crime scene tape. There were no sirens. They did not even fingerprint or question the neighbors. They did not secure the scene. They did not take any pictures of the crimescene or look for trace evidence. There was no helicopter scouring the neighborhood looking for the perpetrator. Just 2 roly poly policeman asking a few questions. Of course they wanted to know the monetary value of the jewelry. Well I don't know most of it was irreplaceable. How do you put a price on sentimental stuff?
Silver turtle ring with moveable parts....................................$20.00
Class ring......................................................................................$150.00
Angel earrings..............................................................................$75.00
The last ring that your dad gave your mom............................Priceless
Tuesday, November 23, 2004
Today was our Thanksgiving dinner at work. I ate waaaayyyyyyy too much. The food was delicious! I love food, especially comforting food like we have at the holidays. My boss provided the main staples of the meal and we provided a few desserts and such. I decided I would make homemade cranberry relish.
Has anyone ever had any homemade cranberry relish? It is wonderful and so much better than the canned jelly stuff that usually gets served with turkey and dressing. I went to the grocery store over the weekend and much to my dismay they did not have any cranberries. I could not believe it. I almost went into shock. I guess they are not a hot commodity like you would think. You don't just eat cranberries like you do strawberries and cherries, so most places do not stock them.
I called on Monday and found a grocery store near work that had them. He sounded kind of shocked when I asked him if he had a lot of cranberries, apparently there is not a run on cranberries even this close to Thanksgiving! I ran over on my lunchbreak and picked up 2 bags. I figured I better stock up since they are so hard to find. Who knows maybe I would like them and start cooking more things that included cranberries.
I got ready to make my cranberry-tangerine relish last night, I was so excited. I love trying new recipes. I had never really seen a cranberry, not a real one anyway. I didn't know if they had seeds or pits, the recipe was sort of vague on the topic. So I decided that I would try one and be sure that they were good with no pits or seeds. Okay first of all cranberries are extremely bitter, no one ever bothered to tell me that. So here I am at like 10:00 last night standing in my kitchen trying to drink something to get the bitter cranberry taste out of my mouth. It was awful. No wonder there isn't a run on them at the grocery store. They certainly look better than they taste. So I proceeded to make my recipe and it turned out great. Everyone that ate some said it was delicious and I thought it was too. Amazing what a lot of sugar and boiling can do to change the taste of something. Then when you added the tangerine it was just wonderful.
Just goes to show that sometimes you can take bitter awful things and turn them into something wonderful.
When life hands you lemons make lemonade or put them in your iced tea.
When life hands you cranberries, make cranberry relish.
Has anyone ever had any homemade cranberry relish? It is wonderful and so much better than the canned jelly stuff that usually gets served with turkey and dressing. I went to the grocery store over the weekend and much to my dismay they did not have any cranberries. I could not believe it. I almost went into shock. I guess they are not a hot commodity like you would think. You don't just eat cranberries like you do strawberries and cherries, so most places do not stock them.
I called on Monday and found a grocery store near work that had them. He sounded kind of shocked when I asked him if he had a lot of cranberries, apparently there is not a run on cranberries even this close to Thanksgiving! I ran over on my lunchbreak and picked up 2 bags. I figured I better stock up since they are so hard to find. Who knows maybe I would like them and start cooking more things that included cranberries.
I got ready to make my cranberry-tangerine relish last night, I was so excited. I love trying new recipes. I had never really seen a cranberry, not a real one anyway. I didn't know if they had seeds or pits, the recipe was sort of vague on the topic. So I decided that I would try one and be sure that they were good with no pits or seeds. Okay first of all cranberries are extremely bitter, no one ever bothered to tell me that. So here I am at like 10:00 last night standing in my kitchen trying to drink something to get the bitter cranberry taste out of my mouth. It was awful. No wonder there isn't a run on them at the grocery store. They certainly look better than they taste. So I proceeded to make my recipe and it turned out great. Everyone that ate some said it was delicious and I thought it was too. Amazing what a lot of sugar and boiling can do to change the taste of something. Then when you added the tangerine it was just wonderful.
Just goes to show that sometimes you can take bitter awful things and turn them into something wonderful.
When life hands you lemons make lemonade or put them in your iced tea.
When life hands you cranberries, make cranberry relish.
Monday, November 22, 2004
Happy Anniversary
One year ago today I married my husband. It was such a nice, small quaint ceremony. We got married on the Tennessee River on a dinner cruise. The fall nip was definately in the air, but I was warm and glowing.
We boarded the boat with my husband's child, his mom and sister and my best friend and her husband. We were whisked away to a bar area where my husband was pinned with his boutioneer and I was given my bouquet of flowers. We were all set to be married. The butterflies in my stomach were unreal. Was this all a dream? Was I really marrying this man that I had been in love with for four years? This was crazy, it could not be happening. As we climbed the stairs to the top of the boat I knew I was not dreaming. I knew I wasn't dreaming because the shoes I had on were killing my feet. That is the price we pay for beauty.
We arrived at the top and the minister greeted us there and made sure that he had our names right and he started the cermony with prayer. That is really all I remember, not long after that I started crying and I could not stop. Someone opened up the flood gates and I could not close them. I cried because I was happy I was marrying this wonderful man that I had already shared 4 years of my life with. I cried because I was marrying this family and this child. I cried because my family was not there. I cried for everything good and everything bad in my life. But mostly because I was happy. I was finally getting married again! My husband even got teary eyed. Of course my best friend was crying. Through all the ups and downs of our relationship she had been my shoulder to cry on and my reality check. I finally stopped crying and we kssed to seal our vows. Then it was picture time, after lots and I do mean lots of pictures we headed back down to the dining room. It was beautifully decorated in reds and greens for the upcoming Christmas season. After dinner we headed back upstairs and danced a little bit and let my step child do what she does best, entertain us. She danced and danced. She looked like an angel with her headband of flowers and ribbons and her satin and tulle dress. It was truly a wonderful night, hard to believe that it has been a year. Happy Anniversary to me.
We boarded the boat with my husband's child, his mom and sister and my best friend and her husband. We were whisked away to a bar area where my husband was pinned with his boutioneer and I was given my bouquet of flowers. We were all set to be married. The butterflies in my stomach were unreal. Was this all a dream? Was I really marrying this man that I had been in love with for four years? This was crazy, it could not be happening. As we climbed the stairs to the top of the boat I knew I was not dreaming. I knew I wasn't dreaming because the shoes I had on were killing my feet. That is the price we pay for beauty.
We arrived at the top and the minister greeted us there and made sure that he had our names right and he started the cermony with prayer. That is really all I remember, not long after that I started crying and I could not stop. Someone opened up the flood gates and I could not close them. I cried because I was happy I was marrying this wonderful man that I had already shared 4 years of my life with. I cried because I was marrying this family and this child. I cried because my family was not there. I cried for everything good and everything bad in my life. But mostly because I was happy. I was finally getting married again! My husband even got teary eyed. Of course my best friend was crying. Through all the ups and downs of our relationship she had been my shoulder to cry on and my reality check. I finally stopped crying and we kssed to seal our vows. Then it was picture time, after lots and I do mean lots of pictures we headed back down to the dining room. It was beautifully decorated in reds and greens for the upcoming Christmas season. After dinner we headed back upstairs and danced a little bit and let my step child do what she does best, entertain us. She danced and danced. She looked like an angel with her headband of flowers and ribbons and her satin and tulle dress. It was truly a wonderful night, hard to believe that it has been a year. Happy Anniversary to me.
Friday, November 19, 2004
Daddy
The man that you run to when you scrape your knee riding your bike.
The man that scares your boyfriends before you are allowed to go on dates with them.
The man that walks you down the aisle and gives you away in marriage.
Those are just some of the things that a daddy is supposed to do. Notice that list did not include getting cancer and dying before you really even got to know him. No I don't think that is one of the things that a daddy should do, but mine did.
I really don't remember when he got sick. I do remember trips to the hospital in our Easter dresses. The phone calls to tell us gooodnight. That horrible colostomy bag that he had to wear. The funny yellow color of his skin. The final visit at the hospital that Saturday afternoon. The phone call that Sunday morning telling us that he was gone.
I was only 8 at the time and an 8 year old can only comprehend so much. An 8 year old should not have to deal with the death of a parent. The cancer took its toll on all of my family. My mom had married this man when she was 16 and had 4 children with him and now she was facing the rest of her life alone, without this man that she had vowed to love until death do them part. It's funny how when you take those vows, most of us don't take them literally. Here she was facing the death of her husband and raising her kids without a father. My oldest sister had already moved out before daddy got so sick. It was too much for her to handle, watching him die. My 15 year old sister, 11 year old sister and myself were left there, to watch him wither away. A silent killer taking him little by little from our lives. A silent killer taking the strongest member of my family and leaving a huge hole in our family.
Sometimes I think it was easier for me than for my sisters because I could not comprehend a lot of what was going on. I do have some memories of him though. When I try to remember, the images just flash through my mind like a slide show. The memories are fading with the passing of time, I now have new memories to replace the ones of him.
I remember the funeral and how surreal it was. There were so many people there. His own dad did not come though, he could not deal with the death of his only son.
I grieve now because I could not grieve then. I did not know how to grieve then, I was only a child. I have a recurrent dream that I wake up in my old house and walk into the living room and he is there sitting on the sofa, crocheting (something my sister taught him how to do after he got sick and could not work), fire in the fire place. He looks at me and smiles. Then I wake up. I have had this dream for as long as I can remember. It is so real that the first few times that I had it I actually got up and went into the living room only to find the sofa empty, no fire in the fire place, no one smiling at me. I missed so much by not having a father. He was not there to give me away at my weddings, he was not there for my high school graduation, he will not be there for the birth of my children. For those things I grieve.
The man that scares your boyfriends before you are allowed to go on dates with them.
The man that walks you down the aisle and gives you away in marriage.
Those are just some of the things that a daddy is supposed to do. Notice that list did not include getting cancer and dying before you really even got to know him. No I don't think that is one of the things that a daddy should do, but mine did.
I really don't remember when he got sick. I do remember trips to the hospital in our Easter dresses. The phone calls to tell us gooodnight. That horrible colostomy bag that he had to wear. The funny yellow color of his skin. The final visit at the hospital that Saturday afternoon. The phone call that Sunday morning telling us that he was gone.
I was only 8 at the time and an 8 year old can only comprehend so much. An 8 year old should not have to deal with the death of a parent. The cancer took its toll on all of my family. My mom had married this man when she was 16 and had 4 children with him and now she was facing the rest of her life alone, without this man that she had vowed to love until death do them part. It's funny how when you take those vows, most of us don't take them literally. Here she was facing the death of her husband and raising her kids without a father. My oldest sister had already moved out before daddy got so sick. It was too much for her to handle, watching him die. My 15 year old sister, 11 year old sister and myself were left there, to watch him wither away. A silent killer taking him little by little from our lives. A silent killer taking the strongest member of my family and leaving a huge hole in our family.
Sometimes I think it was easier for me than for my sisters because I could not comprehend a lot of what was going on. I do have some memories of him though. When I try to remember, the images just flash through my mind like a slide show. The memories are fading with the passing of time, I now have new memories to replace the ones of him.
I remember the funeral and how surreal it was. There were so many people there. His own dad did not come though, he could not deal with the death of his only son.
I grieve now because I could not grieve then. I did not know how to grieve then, I was only a child. I have a recurrent dream that I wake up in my old house and walk into the living room and he is there sitting on the sofa, crocheting (something my sister taught him how to do after he got sick and could not work), fire in the fire place. He looks at me and smiles. Then I wake up. I have had this dream for as long as I can remember. It is so real that the first few times that I had it I actually got up and went into the living room only to find the sofa empty, no fire in the fire place, no one smiling at me. I missed so much by not having a father. He was not there to give me away at my weddings, he was not there for my high school graduation, he will not be there for the birth of my children. For those things I grieve.
Thursday, November 18, 2004
Christmas Wish List
I think I will post a Christmas list so you all can see what I won't be getting this Christmas, not that I don't want these things, but with our financial situation the way it is the probability of me getting these items is like 1 in a million. Anyway here goes:
CD player for my car (mine broke and it is boring having no other option but the radio)
Digital camera/camcorder (ooh fun, home movies)
Clothes (you can never have too many of them)
New tall black boots (what girl doesn't need a pair?)
Dressy watch
Diamond Earrings (I have been asking for these for 2 years)
Bath and Body Works bath stuff
Sexy lingerie (I cleaned out mine the other day and got rid of all the too small stuff)
That is all that I can think of right now, there are some CDs that I would like to have, but I cannot think of who they are at the moment. I may add to this as I think of things that I really want. I know that I will not get that much from my family but my husbands family goes all out. I know that his mom and sister have already been shopping for me because they called hubby one day to ask something about a gift that they were buying for me.
I have so much fun buying for others too. I have gotten a lot of my shopping done already. I think I will sit down tonight and make a list of the things that I have already bought. Gift giving...so much fun. Gift getting...priceless.
CD player for my car (mine broke and it is boring having no other option but the radio)
Digital camera/camcorder (ooh fun, home movies)
Clothes (you can never have too many of them)
New tall black boots (what girl doesn't need a pair?)
Dressy watch
Diamond Earrings (I have been asking for these for 2 years)
Bath and Body Works bath stuff
Sexy lingerie (I cleaned out mine the other day and got rid of all the too small stuff)
That is all that I can think of right now, there are some CDs that I would like to have, but I cannot think of who they are at the moment. I may add to this as I think of things that I really want. I know that I will not get that much from my family but my husbands family goes all out. I know that his mom and sister have already been shopping for me because they called hubby one day to ask something about a gift that they were buying for me.
I have so much fun buying for others too. I have gotten a lot of my shopping done already. I think I will sit down tonight and make a list of the things that I have already bought. Gift giving...so much fun. Gift getting...priceless.
Friday, November 12, 2004
One Holiday at a time please....
I am sitting at my desk this morning watching the rain pour from the sky when what do I hear coming from my radio? Yes, you guessed it, CHRISTMAS MUSIC! For the love of GOD can we please get through Thanksgiving before we are bombarded with Christmas. It is stressful enough to think about how close it is but to be reminded in every other song is yet another story. Can we please enjoy the Thanksgiving season for just a little bit before we are rushed on to Christmas? People have plenty to be thankful for maybe they just need to slow down and enjoy one holiday at a time. Don't get me wrong I love Christmas, but I start the Christmas season after Thanksgiving.
Thursday, November 11, 2004
Little Things
I am such a lucky woman. I think I have the best husband in the world. He is such a wonderful father and husband. Of course he does get on my nerves sometimes and I am sure that I do things that get on his nerves, but for the most part we have a good relationship. He is my best friend and confidant.
His boss let him off work early today and he called me to see if I could rearrange my lunch so he could take me to lunch. Of course my gracious office assistant changed her lunch time so I could go to lunch with my husband. Eating did not take that long so after we got finished we went to the park close to my office. We did not get out of the car because it is cold and rainy here today. We sat in the car at the deserted park and kissed and fondled each other like teenagers. Then he reaches in the back seat and gives me a card that he had gotten me. It was a really cute card that he wrote such nice things in. Then he holds out his hand and he had gotten me the most beautiful color nail polish. How sweet was that? I just melted. He always does the little things. Sometimes it is the little things that really add up.
His boss let him off work early today and he called me to see if I could rearrange my lunch so he could take me to lunch. Of course my gracious office assistant changed her lunch time so I could go to lunch with my husband. Eating did not take that long so after we got finished we went to the park close to my office. We did not get out of the car because it is cold and rainy here today. We sat in the car at the deserted park and kissed and fondled each other like teenagers. Then he reaches in the back seat and gives me a card that he had gotten me. It was a really cute card that he wrote such nice things in. Then he holds out his hand and he had gotten me the most beautiful color nail polish. How sweet was that? I just melted. He always does the little things. Sometimes it is the little things that really add up.
Friday, November 05, 2004
Themesongs
If your life were a television show, what would be your themesong? Mine would definately be "Unwell", by Matchbox 20. The words to this somg describe me to a T. It is rather frightening. Let me share some of the words with you.
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know right now, you can't tell
But wait around and then you'll see
a different side of me.
That's me. I can change on a dime. One minute I can be happy and laughing and then something just clicks inside me and I am a different person. I have been that way as long as I can remember and I guess I will always be that way. My husband says that I am like Dr.Jekyll and Mr.Hyde. It is great to be me!
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know right now, you can't tell
But wait around and then you'll see
a different side of me.
That's me. I can change on a dime. One minute I can be happy and laughing and then something just clicks inside me and I am a different person. I have been that way as long as I can remember and I guess I will always be that way. My husband says that I am like Dr.Jekyll and Mr.Hyde. It is great to be me!
Tuesday, November 02, 2004
Halloween, Psychiatrists, and Birthdays
Well I know you are all wondering if I am pregnant. Aren't you on the edge of your seat??? The answer is NO, a big fat NO! My monthly visitor came Sunday afternoon. It took a lot of the fun out of being at home for Halloween trick or treating. I mean who wants to hand out candy to cute little children when your heart is broken because you may never have one? Hubby was so sweet, we haven't been trying that long, if nothing happens soon we will go get tested, blah, blah, blah! A few tears later I was fine, no really I am fine! Diappointed, but okay with it. Everything happens for a reason, at least that is what I would like to believe.
SO I made a deal with myself last week that if I was not pregnant, then I was going to lose about 10 pounds. My fall and winter clothes are snug and some of my favorite things don't fit, so I need to shed a few pounds. Sunday night as we watched T.V. I got into the floor and stretched out my muscles and did a few exercises. I drug out my dumb-bells and lifted them in various ways until my arms felt like they would fall from my body. I woke up early Monday morning and went walking, dumb-bells in hand. Hubby said that he would go with me, but I felt like it was something that I needed to do alone. I needed to breathe that cool morning air and clear my head. I drank so much water yesterday and today I could pass for a fountain and if I keep it up I will have to move my desk closer to the bathroom. Hopefully I can stick to it and lose at least 10 pounds and be the size I was a year ago when I got married. I did not go for a walk this morning because I had to go vote (see my previous post), but I will walk again in the morning. If I could just make exercise a habit, maybe it would get easier.
I just got off the phone with a friend that I have not talked to in a few months. She has 2 kids and it is very hard for her to talk on the phone with them screaming in the background, so we don't talk as much as we should. Anyway she has left her husband and taken the children to stay with her parents. I am still in shock. She is married to her high school sweetheart and they are such a sweet couple. Evidently they have some issues that they need to work out. So she said that they are in marriage counseling and that her hubby is going to a Psychiatrist. I just think that is wonderful, so many men would never go to a marriage counselor, much less a Psychiatrist, but he is. I hope they work things out. Divorce can be such an ugly thing and it is so hard on the kids not having both parents all the time. I see it almost everyday in my (step)child.
We had a birthday party for my dog (child), Dixie yesterday. We did not invite any other dogs or anything, just a small family celebration. My hubby, child and I all sat around Dixie in the kitchen floor and sang Happy Birthday to her and then she ate her cake that I baked for her. It was a mini bundt cake with a little bit of frosting drizzled on the top. I got her a new toy and some snausages treats, she loves getting new stuff. She does act a lot like me. She is such a good dog. I just think she is an angel. Is it strange to have a birthday party for your dog? If it is don't tell Dixie she may just get offended, she likes a party as much as the next pooch.
SO I made a deal with myself last week that if I was not pregnant, then I was going to lose about 10 pounds. My fall and winter clothes are snug and some of my favorite things don't fit, so I need to shed a few pounds. Sunday night as we watched T.V. I got into the floor and stretched out my muscles and did a few exercises. I drug out my dumb-bells and lifted them in various ways until my arms felt like they would fall from my body. I woke up early Monday morning and went walking, dumb-bells in hand. Hubby said that he would go with me, but I felt like it was something that I needed to do alone. I needed to breathe that cool morning air and clear my head. I drank so much water yesterday and today I could pass for a fountain and if I keep it up I will have to move my desk closer to the bathroom. Hopefully I can stick to it and lose at least 10 pounds and be the size I was a year ago when I got married. I did not go for a walk this morning because I had to go vote (see my previous post), but I will walk again in the morning. If I could just make exercise a habit, maybe it would get easier.
I just got off the phone with a friend that I have not talked to in a few months. She has 2 kids and it is very hard for her to talk on the phone with them screaming in the background, so we don't talk as much as we should. Anyway she has left her husband and taken the children to stay with her parents. I am still in shock. She is married to her high school sweetheart and they are such a sweet couple. Evidently they have some issues that they need to work out. So she said that they are in marriage counseling and that her hubby is going to a Psychiatrist. I just think that is wonderful, so many men would never go to a marriage counselor, much less a Psychiatrist, but he is. I hope they work things out. Divorce can be such an ugly thing and it is so hard on the kids not having both parents all the time. I see it almost everyday in my (step)child.
We had a birthday party for my dog (child), Dixie yesterday. We did not invite any other dogs or anything, just a small family celebration. My hubby, child and I all sat around Dixie in the kitchen floor and sang Happy Birthday to her and then she ate her cake that I baked for her. It was a mini bundt cake with a little bit of frosting drizzled on the top. I got her a new toy and some snausages treats, she loves getting new stuff. She does act a lot like me. She is such a good dog. I just think she is an angel. Is it strange to have a birthday party for your dog? If it is don't tell Dixie she may just get offended, she likes a party as much as the next pooch.
Election Day
It is finally here! Election day. I was up and out of my house by 7 this morning so I could stand in line to cast my vote. Have you voted yet? Most of my co-workers went before work and the ones who didn't are going after work. It is always so exciting to go vote. Eveytime you vote you make history, especially women. You know we (meaning women) have not always had the right to vote, it is something that our fore mothers had to fight for and of course we won. So I believe that all women should vote and take an active roll in our government. Enough of letting men make all the decisions! Get out there women cast your vote, it does make a difference.
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