Snarky Skater Sunday

If you don't want your kid to get hit by a faster skater, tell them not to weave randomly, stop randomly, or randomly shoot off at a 90 degree angle to the wall.  It's like trying to navigate an asteroid field.


Cat Fight!

That's Momo striking out for truth, justice and the Feline Way. (Also, he is nuts and thinks he's BMOC.) Sibbie is not without resources, however. Check out the clawed foot, lower left. Ouch!


Song Review

There are not many songs that can bring me to tears. Ok, that's not entirely true, but the tears I shed for "Butterfly Kisses" are more like "Hallmark" tears and not as grief stricken as when I hear this song. This whole album is on the ipod, and Lee and I sing it in the car... it's a beautiful duet by Alison Kraus and Robert Plant.

Here are the words, but take a listen, too, and see if it touches that well of sadness reserved for times when this song would be sung.

God's given us years of happiness here
Now we must part
And as the angels come and call for you
The pains of grief tug at my heart

Oh my darling
My darling
My heart breaks as you take your long journey

Oh the days will be empty
The nights so long without you my love
And when God calls for you I'm left alone
But we will meet in heaven above

Oh my darling
My darling
My heart breaks as you take your long journey

Fond memories I'll keep of happy ways
That on earth we trod
And when I come we will walk hand in hand
As one in heaven in the family of God

Oh my darling
My darling
My heart breaks as you take your long journey


The Losing Game

I have now lost 8 pounds since Christmas. How? Diet and exercise. I know, right? It stinks that that is actually the answer. I've been tempted (not really, but kind of, you know) to try a diet aid. But I figured I don't really want to act like a hummingbird on acid... so, I guess the old EAT LESS, and EXERCISE MORE is the way to go.

I feel a lot better about myself, about my clothes and how they fit, and about the example I'm setting for my children. I don't know who said it, but I heard someone say "Stop saying you don't have time to exercise... some of the busiest people in the world find time to do it." Ok, ok, I know you're right, but it's BORING, and I'm TIRED, and, and, and... And you have muffin top, so just DO IT, ok? You'll feel better... and dang it, I do. :)




Thanks, kid!

The only beef I have with our YMCA's workout area is that there is no designated place to stretch. I end up out in the hall with people who want killer abs. I guess that's what they're doing... why else would they be laying on their backs, tossing a medicine ball in the air while doing crunches? Is that Killer Abs, or Exercises That Will Kill You?

So, I was stretching tonight after 30 minutes of the elliptical and 30 minutes of the treadmill, and about 7.5 minutes of "weight lifting". I was TECHNICALLY lifting weights... oooh... 8 pounds... in each hand, people.

Anyway, stretching... pleased to find that my right hip feels better... I thought I'd pulled something other than a muscle and didn't want to admit that maybe I am almost 40, and whattheheckamIthinkingtakingkarate?

Oh, yeah, out in the hall... so I'm out there stretching, and there's a girl wandering up and down the hall. Children under 12 are not allowed in the workout area... I saw a Mom and some kids get busted tonight. I was just wondering if I should say something to someone and the Y guy pushed them out. So, I can only assume that this girl was an exercise orphan and her mom was working out.

Ok, here's another beef I have with the local Y. They have childcare available for children UP TO 8 years old. Then there is nothing except classes that kids 9-14 can do. They can workout at 12 IF you pay money and they get trained on the equipment, and they have to wear a lanyard in the workout area. I totally understand that, but it leaves a big gap in ages to fill. They do have a "Teen Center" for that age group, but it looks totally unsupervised.

Oh, right... this girl walking the hall. She was crunching on Doritos and chugging something blue. I was thinking "Just finish your #$%@ Doritos already." That was really all I had to say... hmmm... not that interesting, now that I think about it. Never mind.


3 Pounds Down, and New Motivation.

I have lost 3 pounds so far... about 1 pound a week. Working out makes a HUGE difference in conjunction with eating better. Duh. Why do I think it won't matter?

Vitamin D has returned me to my Summer Self... the one without SADD. Seriously. Why was I not taking it before?

My Father in Law weighs just a few pounds more than me. That's the motivation part. He's 5'11" and recently lost a few pounds by not drinking anything with sugar in it. And I thought, maybe I should never weigh as much as a tall man.


No Respect!

Since getting children, there is very little that I can now call my own. By and large, the contents of my desk are mine, although I have conceded the front drawer that holds the pens. The children largely leave my working space alone after much exhortation.

One cat, however, is no respecter of personal property. Let me count the ways...


The Easy Way or The Hard Way

Easy/Hard... all amounts to the same thing when you're trying to lose weight and get in shape.

"It's so EASY... just eat less and exercise more."

"It's so HARD... eating less and exercising more totally sucks."

Day 4: still on track, but realizing it's gonna be a long haul. It's Day 4 of the rest of my life.