Saturday, March 31, 2007
So, I was down 1.2 pounds this week, normally I'd be ecstatic but a week and a half ago I was down even further before the invasion of Aunt Flo. No complaints though. It was nice to see that middle number change.
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Now its here, my girls are leaving on Saturday morning and we will join them at the end of next week and enjoy a long Easter weekend with my family. This week has been seriously chaotic, there is something going on every night and some nights more than one thing, I feel like I haven’t spent nearly enough time with the girls next week and next week I will mope because I miss them. Don’t get me wrong, we have something planned for Sunday, Monday and Tuesday of next week with only grown-ups. I have at least one small home improvement project planned (G-man—surprise!). And I am relishing the thought of not having morning time fights about getting ready or trying to keep track of anyone but myself (and maybe G-man just a tiny bit).
So the other scary part of the tale, my mother, alone in my house for 3 hours tomorrow morning and then with the kids all day on Friday. It used to make me nuts that she’d come to my house and clean. Now I’ve realized that no matter the state of cleanliness when she arrives she’ll find something to clean-up. Now I either plan a project for her or I just leave the mess to give her something to do. Still, so many hours alone gives me a small dose of anxiety. Not so bad if she could just do the cleaning but when I have to hear it its reminiscent of nails on the chalkboard. Boobah seems to be channeling her, the other day when I told her the size 3 pants didn’t fit her anymore she went upstairs and took ALL of them out of her drawers and put them in a pile to give away. She isn’t such a great help for G-man or I but when Grammy is there she follows her around like a little shadow helping out. Could we bottle that?
So, if you had a child-free week what would you do? What would you miss the most about the kids? What would you not miss at all?
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Monday, March 26, 2007
This weekend we had something going on everyday--Friday was youngest stepson's band concert so we drove the half hour over there. His band was good, the elementary/middle school band was painful to listen to, all those clarinets squawking along. Then we had to wait for him to change his clothes at his mom's house, and I suspect pack as well. After dropping by McDonald's to harass his big brother in the drive thru, we got home and it was after 9PM. I know, I am such an old lady, out until 9 on a Friday night!
Then Saturday started with a skating lesson at 10:15AM. Esmerelda met us there and took on kid duties so Gman and I could attend a wedding. I thought it was small and that meant it would be short, no dice, we were there for nearly 4 hours. So we got home around 4PM after stopping off to get the girls from Es. We invited her over for dinner and started the Sushi festivities when we got home. I tried to watch the Ohio State vs. Memphis game while I was trying to manage the kitchen. We made the sushi, we ate the sushi, Es and her Mom headed out and it was 8PM on Saturday night. The girls got showers and I thought we were good to relax. Ha! In looking at PDQs hair I saw a few suspicious looking brown specs. Aggggggghhhhhhhh, the lice were back. I thought we had eradicated them and were lucky enough to avoid them the second time around when everyone else at daycare got them--guess not. Gman and I were up until nearly 1AM giving everyone the Ceptaphil treatment; washing and/or drying sheets, pillows, and stuffed animals; and calling the daycare providers and our friends who'd had our kids recently.
Finally, Sunday, the day of rest. Yeah, right. We headed to church, then PDQ and I met friends for the local ice rink's Spring show. When it was over we headed to Dick's to acquire the needed stuff to start soccer next week--cleats and shin guards. By the time we hit the road for home it was after 4! Another day sucked down the tubes. When we got home all the girls cared about was playing in yard. Thankfully the little girl next door indulged them and they all hung out together. By the time we were done with dinner I realized that we hadn't even opened PDQs backpack from last week. Sure enough, her poetry journal and book-in-a-bag needed to be done. A bath, a hair check and time for bed--for all of us!
When PDQ told me she had a stomach-ache this morning I was almost relieved. I've worked all day but in the relative peace & quiet of my own home. I did eventually put on clothes.
The worst part of all, I know its going to get worse. There will be ice skating, soccer, youth group, and whatever else they dream up. Right now its only one kid, what happens when they are both old enough to do activities. I was talking to the neighbor last night and my head was swimming when she told me her 2nd grader had something EVERY night of the week and wanted to do ice skating but there was no time. I hope PDQ doesn't find out about it because there is no way I can keep up!
Friday, March 23, 2007
The good news for the week, several people noticed I was losing weight! I weigh enough that a pound or two doesn’t make a difference. Last night, two women at church, who had no idea that I’ve been trying to lose weight made comments about how much it looked liked I’ve lost. I wanted to kiss them both! I am generally not good at accepting compliments but I told them both thank you, I’d been working really hard, thanks for noticing! Definite incentive to keep it up. The other good thing, my pants are loose (well, at least my fat pants). Especially in the thighs which is definitely my problem area. I look like I have two giant cauliflower attached to the outside of my upper thighs, they are absolutely mutant. Over the last couple of weeks they’ve become a bit less pronounced—still awful but at least a little less awful.
I worked out 6 times last week, it was nice to be able to get outside and walk last Sunday afternoon. It was a bit chilly but felt good to get outside in the sunshine and move. The rest of the week it was the gym—spinning class, elliptical, group power class. I am only two stamps away from getting my t-shirt in the gym challenge. I need to get in a game of racquetball with Esmerelda or Gman this week.
No new foods this week, just a real understanding that water DOES make a huge difference, as does fiber. Gotta have my high fiber English muffin or wrap every day or I just can’t get near my daily allotment of fiber.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
I thought that lunchtime exercise would get my blood pumping and I'd be on top of my game all afternoon. I was doing really well until about 2:30 and then all I wanted to do was put my head on the table and nap. Unfortunately, not an option.
We had our first run at making sushi at home last night. We weren't quite as proficient as we were under the close supervision of the Sushi Princess but they tasted great. We let the girls pick their fillings, Boobah didn't eat a lot, PDQ loved everything and ate hers as well as some of mine & Gman's. We'll definitely do it again, the only issue was the time, we used the table to make the rolls so then we had to clean it off so we could eat. The children were NOT patient by that time since they knew the food was "done." Gman took some pictures, I'll link up when he's posted since I got to put them all up last time.
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
It figures, finally, after 2 months of a meeting every Wednesday at 1 o'clock I managed to get free and sign up for the noon spinning class tomorrow. My plan was almost foiled today when I needed to schedule another meeting but I managed to take care of it today instead. Now, I'll be lucky to walk tomorrow let alone cycle. I took some ibuprofen, a hot bath and need to get some ice on it. I read up on quad strains and figure its pretty minor but am NOT looking forward to extracting myself from the bed in the morning.
Oh yeah, the Asian market. It was huge and packed. There was the smell of fish in the air which Boobah pointed out--loudly. What is that smell. Mommy, do you smell something? Something smells gwooooooooossssssssss. Boobah, its fine, could you keep it down, we'll be done soon. Her eyes were as big as saucers when we saw the ice lined trays filled with fish--Mommy, are they alive?! Nope Boobah, they are dead. At the end of the aisle she exclaims, I knew that's what I smelled, its HAMSTERS! I tried not to laugh too hard as I explained to her that they weren't hamsters, they were lobsters. Close, but no cigar.
Monday, March 19, 2007
First, we learned the right technique for making the sticky rice and cooling it. Here are Es and I, just like the ancient Japanese women (ha!) fanning the rice to cool it off so we could season it. Unfortunately for us, she had an awesome rice cooker that none of us have—so when we try to do it on our own we’ll be flying a bit solo in the rice department. Although there mention of there being a sticky, yummy crusty part at the bottom of the pan, a delicacy in Japan, I have to do it once just to try it out.
We spent the next part of the lesson chopping the fish, veggies and egg. We didn’t venture into raw fish—we did use avocado, red bell pepper, scallion, cucumber, smoked salmon and cooked shrimp though and it was fantastic. She also suggested asparagus and I will definitely give that a try in the future. Then we made sauces—G-man hydrated the wasabi with water to get it to the right consistency. Then came my new favorite condiment, Thai chili sauce and mayonnaise. OMG, spicy, creamy goodness.
Finally, everything was ready to roll (ha, ha, I made a punny!). We got our mats, our Nori, and learned the correct technique for rolling our sushi rolls. Thin coating of rice, then sauce if you desire, a few strips of filling (really amazingly little of each ingredient), wet the edge, roll it up in the mat, and wha-la, out pops a long sushi roll. Put it aside for at least 5 minutes seam side down, cut and eat. OMG, creamy avocado, crunchy cucumber, creamy spice sauce, all held together with lightly seasoned rice, heaven. Oh, oh, I almost forgot, the pickled ginger. So. Good. I hate the pink stuff that I’ve had before, this stuff was amazing!
We had a great afternoon, the Sushi Princess was definitely a lovely woman. She opened up her home to us and let us play in her kitchen. The company was great and the food, it was to die for! So, if you’ve ever thought of trying to make your own sushi, I am convinced it is worth the effort.
Saturday, March 17, 2007
Friday, March 16, 2007
My waist is down 1.25 inches and I am wearing jeans today that I haven't dared to get out of the drawer in many months.
So for the Future MILF challenge I am down 8 pounds, a total of 13 with the 5 I had lost before the holidays.
Find of the week-
- Mission Carb Watchers Tortillas, 110 calories and 11, yes ELEVEN grams of fiber, if these don't keep you going, I don't know what will!
Here is to happy weigh-ins for all the MILFs. May the luck of the green be with you!
Thanks to everyone for your comments on my post earlier in the week about The Sunday Curse. I was a bit overwhelmed by the response and that so many other people were dealing with it as well. We are having a date this Sunday afternoon, going to the Sushi Princess with Esmerelda to learn how to make great Sushi. Tonights plan is to get a jump on the Sunday afternoon chores that clutter our days. May you all have curse-free Sundays!
Thursday, March 15, 2007
After school we headed to the mall, she wanted food court Chinese food for lunch--her FAVORITE, she declared. And then it was off for the ear piercing and pedicure. On our way to the aforementioned attractions we stopped at Zale's to pick up my engagement ring which they took hostage THREE months ago to repair a prong that they had just fixed and replace a baugette that fell out. They had finally called to tell me it was ready. I got there and lo and behold, they couldn't find it, and they gave me attitude about it--was I sure they called? Yeah, just as sure as I was that they'd had it since the beginning of December and I was not happy about it at all. Then they had the audacity to ask me how much the estimate was, I was tempted to lie, but then sending a nasty letter wouldn't be nearly as effective. You know, someone apologizing for it taking so long or that they couldn't find it would have made me feel much better but nope, they couldn't even come up with common courtesy. I have already warned G-man that he is never, ever to set foot in the store again.
Okay, sorry for the detour...so we headed to Libby Lu, the girliest store in the world. They call everyone princess, everything is pink, and their bags are actually miniature carboard purses. She picked out aquamarine flowers since they are her birthstone AND blue is her new favorite color. So, I sign away my life, we pick out earrings and wait for the big event. When the woman marked PDQs ears I was a little bit surprised, I had no idea how tiny her earlobes were--there really wasn't a ton of room for earrings. PDQ was totally cool about it and held my hand but didn't even squeeze when they put the earrings in. I had left this part of the adventure out when telling my Mom what we were up to--she made us wait until we were in the third grade. I was sure she'd have some "advice" for me and I knew that I could do without it. I knew PDQ would show her as soon as we got home and she wouldn't dare say anything in front of her.
We ventured down the corridor to the nearest nail place where I'd always gotten good service at a decent price. The guy working at the desk lit up when he saw PDQ and was thrilled do her toes. He was very excited about the possibility of giving her flowers on her toes. Definitely the highlight of my day to have my winter nasty feet attended to while watching PDQ enjoy herself. She had to perch on the edge of the chair to get her feet in the water. She didn't think much of the exfoliating scrub, but she was digging on the massage. She picked out blue polish and got flowers on her big toes. All the women in the place ooh and ahh'd at which time she also showed them her ears as well. She was soaking up the attention like my feet were soaking up the moisture after the very long, hard winter.
There are days when I worry about having two teenage girls. There are days when the whining just about drives me out of my ever loving mind. And then there are days like this. I couldn't believe how grown up my little girl is getting. It was so fun to hang out with her and hear her take on the world. To be part of her world at school so I can keep up with the stories. I am so glad that I have a job that is flexible enough to volunteer every month and spend the important days with my kids.
My Suburban Bliss (yes, you get two posts, two posts in one!)
Since we started house hunting this time last year part of my suburban dream was to have a backyard where the kids could play. Well, as cute as my kids are, they aren't great at keeping themselves occupied outside without stuff. We decided that Santa would bring a swing set to cap off our new backyard because there was no way we were getting one installed late last summer after moving and praying and waiting and waiting and praying and waiting for our house to sell.
Finally, yesterday G-man completed the task. You can read his take on it here. For me, the crowing moment was yesterday afternoon when I took this picture from my kitchen window. Yes, the girls can play outside and I can watch them from the kitchen or the family room.
And, who wouldn't want to be a part of this family?! Kudos to G-man for his fine workmanship (and not asking me for worker's comp!)
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
- The alarm went off, twice, finally I turned it off instead of hitting snooze, fumbled for the phone and called my boss to tell her I wasn't coming in today.
- Helped G-man get the girls ready and out the door.
- Took a bath, trying to steam the gunk out of my head.
- Cancelled my dinner plans with 3 women from an e-group that I've been part of for nearly 7 years! (boo hoo)
- Updated a project plan, 3 different times and had the server barf on me every time I tried to save it. I e-mailed the guy in charge of it and he reminded me it really hates VPN.
- Compiled a bunch of stuff for a meeting tomorrow and sent it out
- Made lunch for G-man and nuked my own Lean Cuisine.
- Played spy, taking pictures from our bathroom window of G-man constructing the swing set that Santa brought.
- Made the appropriate grimaces when he came in to show me the finger that he hit really, really hard with a hammer. It is pretty gruesome.
- Took large doses of ibuprofen to try and get the pain in my head to recede.
- Took a shower thinking that if I were cleaner I'd feel better (no dice).
- Read a large part of Wild Fire by Nelson DeMille. I usually read mindless crap but DeMille does a great job of making the potentially cataclysmic seem possible and makes you want to read all about it. I keep having to remind myself its fiction.
- Defrosted something for dinner
- Sat outside, its 78 degrees!?, and kept G-man company
- Read lots and lots and lots of blog posts
Doesn't that sound thrilling? Okay, off to blow my nose...
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Of course here at work I have a full day on tap, starting with an executive inquisition, er um meeting so there was no crawling back in bed for me. So I got up and downed some Vitamin I. Put on the new dress I bought at Kohl's last night (gotta love a 30% off everything coupon!), dug out some heels, wriggled into some hose and headed for the office. If I don't feel good maybe looking good will get me through the day. And the dress, it came from the regular sizes not the plus sizes--talk about non-scale victory. I also felt lighter this morning and sure enough, down 2 pounds from Friday--how the heck does that happen--do the little fat globs sneak out in the middle of the night? I guess I'll ride the loss and the new dress through the day and count my blessings that it is Tuesday and I get to leave early to pick Boobah up at preschool.
Monday, March 12, 2007
Its just been in the last few weeks that the pattern has become so clear to me. I have no idea how to fix it. A few weeks ago we played hooky from church, I had visions of a relaxing Sunday together as a family with nothing to do, no pressure to accomplish anything other than to relax. Maybe that is pressure in and of itself?
I feel crappy today over things that were said yesterday. I don't know how things got there, let alone how to make it better. It is frustrating beyond belief.
Anybody out there in the blogosphere have a similar pattern? Advice for breaking out of it?
Saturday, March 10, 2007
On the positive side, things do feel like they are fitting better and I feel good! I also got all of my water in every day. Not so good, the lunches that were ordered in all week and we ate through lunch. I tried to order good choices (like salad and chicken breast) and estimate the calories on the high side if I had any doubts.
Thursday, March 8, 2007
Now we return you to your regularly scheduled programming.
Wednesday, March 7, 2007
After dinner we headed over to Esmerelda's house for a little cake. PDQ picked out a strawberry cake mix and funfetti frosting and I dutifully whipped one up for her. Poor G-man complained mightly about having to smell the cake baking and having to wait an entire day to eat it! PDQ commanded that no one blow out the candles but HER. To make sure that happened she gave Karateboy a hip check as she leaned in to blow out the candles. That's my girl, taking care of business!
So, burger, grease, cake and then off to the gym. Tomorrow I need to go to the funeral home, have Logos tomorrow evening and then my folks are coming for the weekend so I really needed to fit in a good workout. In my quest for fitness and competitiveness I decided to hit both a studio cycling (aka spinning) class and then the group power (aka body pump). I hadn't been to the cycling class in awhile and had never been to this particular one. The instructor wasn't great and her mic was broken so it was hard to hear over the music. I got into a good groove and felt pretty good, it was only 30 minutes. I jumped off the bike and ran to the weight class down the hall. I learned my lesson, or so I thought, on Saturday--use less weight than you think you should. I didn't get out any of the serious weights, I grabbed the two smallest sized plates and the smallest dumbells. It was about the second set of exercises laying down when I could feel the grease sitting in my gut threating to creep up. Ick. By the time we were done torturing our triceps on the step my arms were shaping and I was concentrating on not urping all over myself. Thankfully we stood up again and worked on our biceps and the sick feeling left for the most part. Another good lesson, the burger wasn't really that good--neither were the fries or the rings after the first few. The heavy feeling at the gym even worse. A real, ah-ha moment for me--hope it sticks!
Yep, another reminder, you can't have it all...
Tuesday, March 6, 2007
A new doctor came on duty. I had only met her once before but I liked her immediately. She was honest with me that the night was going to be unpleasant, my platelets were very low and if I wanted an epidural now was the time because there was a chance of bleeding and the chief anesthesiologist would do it before he left. He did, unfortunately it didn't work. It was blatently apparent an hour later when she broke my water at only 1 cm dilated. I was in pain all night long while G-man dozed beside me, he said I kept squeezing his hand and he just assumed I was mildly uncomfortable--yeah, understatement of the century! They had also started magnesium sulfate to make sure I didn't seize--it did however make me flush and feel like hell. First thing next morning, chief comes back, re-does the epidural--bliss. Less than half an hour later third OB comes in to check me and says we'll be having a baby, soon or sooner. He checks me and announces, you need a c-section right NOW, that was at 8AM. I heard them arguing in the hallway a minute later that they didn't have any of my blood type. I was whisked off to the OR, G-man got on his get-up and by 8:17AM Abigail Lynne was born at barely 6 pounds despite my gestational diabetes.
That night is a blur, because of the chance of seizures I had to stay on the mag for 24 hours after delivery. This meant I spent the night, alone in the labor and delivery unit in the basement of the hospital. Well mostly I was alone. They would bring PDQ to me and I'd attempt to nurse. I clearly remember thinking "what the hell are they doing leaving me alone with this baby when I can barely hold my head up! G-man's mother also called me about a thousand times to inquire whether or not we'd be turning up the heat in our house now that we had a baby--I eventually had to tell the nurses NOT to put her through. I couldn't have imagined the ride we were in for!
That first year sleep was a rare commodity for all of us. She was so tiny, down to 5 lb 5 oz at the low point. I struggled to nurse and grudgingly supplemented with formula. I pumped what seemed like all the time. I was desperate trying to figure out what I could do to not go back to work. Looking back I have no doubt that I had post-partum depression. I felt guilty from all of the complications of my pregnancy. I was so upset about having to use formula. My parents came the weekend after you were born for a week and I had worried for months about my mother coming and taking over, I don't know what I would have done without her help. I sobbed for days when she left. This has always been one of my favorite pictures of PDQ and daddy. He was (and usually still is) the calm in the storm.
Time flew,she walked at a little over 9 months old. Trying desperately to keep up with your much older brothers. From the day you were born she was born she was happy to go to anyone. It made it a little easier to go back to work on one hand, on the other it broke my heart to know someone else could make you happy but not nearly as much as thinking of you miserable all day. Today that personality trait outshines all the rest of them. You love people, you are never deterred in meeting new people, you are the proverbial social butterfly.
Terrible twos, yep, that was pretty accurate. But so darned cute that we could tolerate it--G-man likes to say "its a good thing they are so cute or we might kill them." Halfway through the second year we added Boobah to the family and PDQ took it in stride. I love this picture taken the day Boobah was born, PDQ holding her in her lap and giving her the first kiss. It still makes me melt. The other day I can distinctly remember from 2--Boobah and I had settled into the big chair to nurse. PDQ was at the table behind me having dinner. I felt like I had it all together. Things were quiet, too quiet and when I turned around PDQ had dumped her entire glass of milk into her dinner plate and was so proud, yeah, so much for conquering the two kid thing.
Three was hard. On her third birthday we had a visit from the Binky Fairy who came to take away the binky and left behind the princess box. Thankfully just one night of "I wish I was still 2!" before things settled down--a bit. I told my mother that three was harder than two, she poo-pooed it until PDQ went to spend a week with her--the second day she called to tell me I was right! Atttitude and the verbal skills to tell us what she thought! Late in the year came preschool. I was so sure I had my act together when I dropped her off the first day, until the teachers gave us a little baggie with a sweet poem and a tissue. It was all over for me then! At 3 PDQ had her first real, all on her own friend, Hope. They talked about each other all the time and greeted each other with huge hugs. Although they don't see each other as often they still have that same reaction when they are together. Three was also a bit of a stage debut--flower girl at Aunt Jenny's wedding.
PDQ and her peeps at her fourth birthday party. They were cute, they were loud! Definitely a step up from three, helpful, fun to have around. G-man and I constantly amazed at the stuff that she knew and could do. Watching she and her now mobile sister relate.
I don't know if 5 was such a big year because of all that happened or just because its so fresh in my mind. Starting the year off at Disney, with Grandma and Grandpa was certainly the way to start. Add in a new house, new babysitter, and starting Kindergarten and it was a HUGE year. As always PDQ has taken it all in stride--other than the spider obsession that started when we moved to the new house and piled all the other things on top. To this day we are doing spider checks at night. You have grown so much this year, every day it seems that you are closer to growing up, sometimes its hard to remember that you are a little kid and not a teenager.
So, happy birthday to you PDQ. I could not have imagined the what life would bring us in the last six years and I can't imagine life without you my sweet girl, you take my breath away.
Monday, March 5, 2007
Last week there was a fight amongst a bunch of teenagers at a local high school late at night. Over what exactly no one quite knows. A boy ended up dead. The 18 year old son of a friend has been charged with murder. Ironically (according to newspaper reports) his friends called him prior to fight to come along and help out so no one got hurt.
The 30-ish daughter of a co-worker has been fighting a brain tumor since late last year. They had done surgery. She had suffered through the hardest of the radiation and was focused on the last part of her journey. She'd been told that her prognosis was good. He told me that it was taking its toll, there were people all around her who were being told how long they had to live, she looked in him the eye and asked him if there was anything he wasn't telling her. He honestly answered no, that the doctors were very optomistic that she'd make a full recovery. She didn't. Some time on Friday she collapsed and they believe it was her heart. Her family and her doctor's are stunned.
I know that both families have very strong connections to their church. I hope that it will sustain them through this unimaginable time. I know its made me think about my faith, my family and how fleeting life can be.
If it weren't for my children, I don't know that I'd feel nearly so deeply for either family. I know that I will hold my children a little tighter. Worry a little more. Try to cherish each moment with them. Be a little more patient, remain more calm. And make sure that every single time I leave them its with a hug, a kiss and an "I love you."
Friday, March 2, 2007
In the gym challenge I swam for half an hour last Saturday, it was HARD. Trying to earn my stamps I also spent half an hour on the rowing machine this week, that was hard on my back. I had two elliptical & strength training workouts as well. I am up to 9 of the 20 stamps I need to win my t-shirt. Esmerelda and I are plotting a racquetball game to fill in another square.
Weight loss for the week--1.8 pounds
Total loss--5.4 pounds
Healthy foods--Hebrew National 97% Fat Free Beef Franks, yummy especially for only 50 calories. I made great Date-Nut Blondies from the Weight Watchers 2003 cookbook with a few of my own adaptations (101 calories!), I'll post later!