Thursday, July 29, 2010

Moving up

Today was Valerie's very last day at preschool. I'm a little sad!! She graduated from pre-k in May, but has continued at the school until now for summer camp. It seems like her first day was yesterday and not two years ago. I can still see her unbuckling her seat belt. "Bye Momma!" was all I got from a 3 year old Valerie, and she hopped out the car and went inside with out looking back. Now kindergarten at the 'big' school is just a few weeks away. Val is so excited about it. This public school business is all new and so confusing for me!! I'm sure we will figure things out as we go.

Veronica is moving up from the 2 year old class to the 3 year old class. Starting in a week, she'll go Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. If you ask her, she will say she doesn't like school. That's my Miss Contrary!! She doesn't like anything unless it is her own idea. She's having a great time this summer and I'm sure the 3 year old class will be as much fun for her as it was for Valerie.

Today was pajama day. Here they are ~ ready for the last day of summer camp.





Monday, July 26, 2010

Go Wear Fit

So my latest completely unnecessary purchase has been something called GoWear Fit. Not sure what it is? It's a rather expensive fitness monitoring gadget you wear on your left arm. I knew of a few people who had one so I had been eyeing it for quite some time. I saved up my Swagbucks** to help justify some of the cost.

It DOES require a monthly subscription, but you get 3 months free when you purchase the armband.

Anyway, I have worn it daily it since June 26th. I can't really say that it has helped me any. If anything, it has left me more confused about how slow my metabolism really is.

The info it gathers is:
Calories burned
Calories consumed, but you have to log in your meals
Length of physical activity
Steps taken per day
Sleep Duration

My average over the last 28 days has been 2200 calories burned per day. I didn't log my meals at first, but I have been doing it for several weeks and I usually eat about 1100 calories a day. That leaves me with an 1000+ calorie deficit every. single. day. I'm not eating junk either. And yet... I lost 3 lbs and have gained 2 back. Makes no sense.

Again, on average I have 6.5 hours of physical activity a day. Average steps taken: 7200, (although there have been several 13,000 steps taken days!)

Sleep: 7 hours 31 mins. Some nights it is 6 hours or less. I seem to be lacking in the sleep department, waking up often and I get no more than 2-3 hours of straight sleep. Could that be why the weight won't come off? I really don't know.

I am not giving up though. It is pretty neat to plug it in and see just what you did today. It takes all the guesswork out of how hard you exercise and calorie balance. I will continue to wear it and maybe I can figure out just what is keeping these 10 lbs from going away. If/when I get tired of it, I can always sell it on eBay and get most of my money back!!!


**If you're not using Swagbucks, you should be!! You earn points using their search page and trade them in for Amazon gift cards and other prizes. It's that easy -- just search as you would on google, yahoo, etc. and you earn swagbucks. You can also complete polls and surveys. At the rate I'm going I'll have enough of Amazon money that Christmas toys will be totally FREE.... If you sign up, use me as a referral and we'll BOTH earn swagbucks!

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

An Award!


Aw, I have been given my first award. Ever. Thanks, Dee! Y'all be sure and stop by her blog.



1. What is the silliest prank you ever played on someone? Oh gosh.. there were many!! One of the funniest was at work... I took small boxes (like pop tart size) and cut out the bottom so it was open on the end. Wrapped them up with gift wrap as pretty presents. Then collected all the holes from the hole punches around the office and filled the boxes with them.... Carefully placed on a desk, it looks like a sweet surprise... and when picked up the 'confetti' dumps everywhere.... Got a few people with that one, and the best part was they never figured out who did it!!

2. If you could take a trip anywhere out of the country where would you go? Why? Hawaii just because it's beautiful!

3. Who plays the most influential role in your life? My Dad definitely!

4. Are you ok with your significant other being friends with an ex? Doesn't bother me. Clint chats with his ex wife from time to time. Hoping to get a copy of their wedding video at some point.

5. Favorite candle scent? vanilla sugar cookie

6. Next movie you're excited about seeing? Inception and Despicable Me

7. You must ban one word from the dictionary and all usage, to be no longer uttered or written. What word do you ban? thru. It's through people! And suppose when it's used instead of supposed!! Can I pick all commonly misspelled/misused words?

8. Do you have any relatives in jail? Not that I know of.

9. What crazy fads were popular when you were a teenager. Neon clothes, friendship pins, friendship bracelets,

10. Have you ever been mentioned in a newspaper or on TV? I was in the newspaper several times as a kid. And on the local TV channel a couple of times.


The rules are going to be fairly simple. All you have to do is answer the 10 questions. And pick 10 people (or if you're feeling "Naughty" you can just do 5, or none at all) to pass it along to, then let them know that you've given it to them!

Naughty me has tagged the following five friends. So have at it .... or not!

Jennifer

Mel

Holly

Andrea

Sam

Marriage

When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.

Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.

She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?

I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.

She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane.

When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.

She requested that every day for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.

I told Jane about my wife's divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.

My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside
the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.

On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.

Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy.

I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.

Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.

At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead.
My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the divorce.-- At least, in the eyes of our son--- I'm a loving husband....

The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!

Monday, July 19, 2010

Another year

We didn't even take pictures on her last birthday. She wasn't looking or behaving normally, so at the time I didn't think pictures were a good idea. So there are none.... Part of me is glad I don't have sad pictures of her, but part of me wishes we would have taken at least one last photo.



Happy Birthday, Mom. She would have been 76 today.








Sunday, July 18, 2010

~ then and now, 20 years!






Last night was my 20 year high school reunion. I certainly don't feel that old and it doesn't seem like it has been 20 years either!! I had a nice time visiting with classmates and catching up with a few friends. I had not quite 3 glasses of wine and boy that about did me in!!! I'm so not used to drinking alcohol anymore. Clint seemed bored and my Dad was alone with the kids, so we didn't stay out late. I'm glad we were able to go though. There was a few people I would have liked to talk to more, but maybe I will see them at the 30 year reunion!!!

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Pro-Flowers Review!!

Recently I was given the opportunity to do a video review a product from ProFlowers. I have shopped with them before and was always very happy with their items. Fast shipping and beautiful flowers for a reasonable price!!

Here is my video review followed by a few photos of the items:

video

My package arrived as scheduled via UPS in a very sturdy box:

And this is what was inside:


A beautiful rose plant, a balloon, and the softest teddy bear!



The rose plant was in excellent condition! Look at the sweet little rose:



If I would have ordered this gift for someone, I would have been a very satisfied customer. Be sure to visit ProFlowers next time you are shopping for a gift!



Consequences

I don't understand how some people can be happy about something that they know will have dire consequences in the long run. How? Knowing that what you are doing is likely to turn your life upside down, yet it's excitedly pursued with out a care. I wish Clint would take it more seriously.

That being said...

Sometimes I feel so stupid for some of the choices I have made. In the last five years, I have let myself become totally dependent on another person. I had a job. I had my own insurance. It wasn't much, but I had my own income. I let it all go - even if it was for a good reason. Now I am totally dependent on someone else. I never really thought of it that way until now. With the threat of being my own weighing on my shoulders, I can't help but wonder what will I do. I don't regret my choice to stay home with Valerie because those years were so special. I can never get that time back and I'm glad she was home with ME and not someone else.

But I do wish I would have considered the long-term consequences.

The two year degree word processing degree I have is probably obsolete by now. I had one class left for the accounting degree and I never went back to finish. Stupid.

I have no idea what kind of job I could get. I should have stayed in college when I had the chance and learned how to do something. I've looked into the local colleges and honestly nothing interests me. Nothing. I don't know what I like anymore. It's all so expensive. And some of the degrees take years to complete and I just don't have that kind of time either.

Monday, July 12, 2010

Panic

I'm sure every parent out there has had a moment of "where's my child?" panic as you scan the crowd in a public place. And then you are relieved when you catch a glimpse of their shirt or the top of their head. Of course they are always happily playing with no worries! Parents always worry....

Yesterday we went to the Children's Museum with another family. The kids had a GREAT time and we'll be going back.

When it was time to leave, it was raining. Clint decided he would walk the few blocks to the car and come pick us up at the entrance. My friend was doing the same, so I stayed at the front of the museum with the kids. Clint had been gone a few minutes and I started glancing around - panic. Where's Veronica??

I scanned the place - No Veronica.

I called my Dad over to come watch the kids so I could go look for her thinking she had gone back to one of the play areas.

I searched the entire first floor.

No Veronica. Ok, "where's my child" panic was creeping in.

I hurriedly dug out my cell and dialed Clint's number.

"She's with me" is how he answered. Sigh of relief!!!

Apparently, when Clint left, Veronica followed with out us noticing. She ran after him for a few blocks before he realized she was behind him. It wasn't very far to the car, but still! On the streets of New Orleans anything could happen to a three year old. No telling what she was thinking running after Daddy. Poor darling!!

Lesson learned ~ never take your eyes off your child! And never, ever leave with out making sure you are not being followed!!

Monday, July 05, 2010

Fun Day!!

For the past 5 years or so, we've hosted a 4th of July celebration at our home. Every year it seems to get bigger and better! This year was no exception. Clint said he thinks this was the best time yet. I like hosting parties, but it is a lot of work. All the cleaning and prep is time consuming. (Plus the cleaning up afterwards!) Anyway, it definitely WAS a great day. It was so nice talking with everyone. Good friends and lots of yummy food. The food must have been really good because we went through 80 paper plates. Our first guests arrived about 10:30am and the last left after 7pm!! Talk about an all day party!! Some of the kids still protested and didn't want to leave. There was one incident with too many kids in the pool and Valerie somehow ended up underwater. She was fine, just a little scared. Both my girls got a little sunburned. I am so meticulous about sunscreen on them but it was so hectic that I only put it on them once. We haven't seen the sun in a while so I guess both Clint and I kind of forgot to re-apply. Oops.