The next figure in the equation that I am try in to figure is WORKING OUT! I have never been particularly good at math- I can however work out. I have done it twice this week and WHEW! That is enough! But I believe that I will do it again.
Melissa and I have been partners in our quests for fitness. She just had a baby and I --well I just did something completely different. Melissa and I have made a commitment to go to the Y everyday (other than Tuesday) and work out. So we drop off the kids at school and head out for torture! Neither of us really love working out but it is so much better to have someone to talk to when you are sweating your shirt off.
Tomorrow we are going to Yoga. I have never done a whole class of yoga. Imagine- me the one who did ballet for 14 years, taught ballet, performed ballet and I have NEVER done a class of yoga! This should be fun! I am looking forward to being a pile of goop on the floor..is that a yoga pose?
In other news, the kids are having a wonderful first full week of school. It appears that I am helping in Ethan's class every Tuesday morning. I am not sure when I will help in John's class. It has really been so fun to watch some of these kids grow up with one another. We have kids in each of their classes that I have known since the first year of pre school. They really have wonderful classes and great teachers. I am a happy mom!
We finished last week with Talmadge's funeral. Over 1200 people came to pay their respects to Daddy T. We were so touched. We miss him each day but are so thankful for the example that he set for us. We will set out for Arlington for burial in October.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
First day of Second Grade
On another note:
My dear sweet father in law passed away on Saturday. My kids and Daddy T were the most wonderful friends...they were the three amigos. Ethan and John have lost so much in losing their daddy T. They will no longer have their daddy T waiting for them after school, no more endless candy, no just for the heck of it trips to Chuck E Cheese....So many things that Daddy T did with those two that will not happen again. It makes my heart hurt to know what we have lost. Daddy t, upon my father's passing-stepped up to the plate and decided without saying that he should take care of the fatherly stuff that daddy used to take care of....So when I needed something, and even if I would just call to ask him a question, he just did it...poof done! I just knew it was because it was his way of letting me know that I was going to be OK. He stepped up to the plate when he knew my daddy couldn't. Finally, he never left my presence without telling each of us that he loved us. It is going to be really really hard to say Good Bye... O how my heart does hurt.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
in all honesty...
So for that past few posts I have no had much to say. Mostly because we have been so incredibly busy that who has time time to think of neat insights, cute quotes, and catchy cliques-not me, although I think I just did. HA! Amazing!
For my kids, their summer is coming to a quick end. As you know, they go to year round school. So instead of them spending August in the heat complaining of the heat-they are putting their brains in overdrive and learning. Ahh-love me some year-rounded (ness) I will go and register them on Thursday, attend open house on Wednesday and BAM Thursday-I own two second graders. I have been told that, some of the teachers are looking forward to the "always at school helping" side of me. ha!
Furthermore if I can put my two cents in on the John and Kate Divorce, and the Death of Michael Jackson-ha! While I am so overly well informed on both of those topics I will NOT be an outlet for their business. However I do have a fun MJ story for you later...
My brother and sister in law are moving in a week! They will head to live in the 'burbs of Houston. While I am awful proud to have a brother who has a delightful family and a wife whom is the closest of my friends and an awesome job. I am NOT in any way shape or form ready to say see you soon. As you gather I do not do Good Bye! Not even with my daddy. I am also happy to report that my brother is going to get his second MBA, this time from Penn State in Materials Management. Lord have mercy! How much schoolin' does you need? I suppose we will be heading to the gulf coast of Texas alot now. Bikini time for me whoo hoo! Oh and the Penn State school and Texas address, internet people.
So here comes the title of the post in real time:
In all honesty: I am a fat ass, a lard ass, a buffoon, a heifer (although I think that has more to do with my attitude than my ass) an adipose mass? I have no clue. Not that anyone has told me recently that I am fat, I own a mirror (contrary to my hair) and sometimes look at myself and muttle something along the lines of "what are you waiting for a size 30 to look good?" Well NO! I was indeed waiting for a pain free, massive liposuction proceedure to be approved by the FDA. Not going to happen-Hoover said that they don't even have a vacuum for my hot mess. And for the record I HAVE NEVER BEEN A SIZE 30-not judging, just never been that adipose.
So to say it honestly: FAT Blah! and you know what? being fat will kill your fat ass! So in order to save my life and keep my kids well dressed, nourished and groomed, transported etc.-no offense Nate. I had a Lap Band placed in my body last Thursday. I worked for over 6 months proving that I was fat, talking about my fat, being counseled on my fat ( really look at me-do I look like I have an eating disorder?) Thursday was D day. Nathan, my biggest fan, was by my side, as well as my "fat" nurse, whom is not fat at all and quite cute, we are friends, skinny friends are fun. They like to pretend that they are fat until you show them a thigh- then they shut up. Fun, try it!
So this is my 15th time that I have been under General anesthesia. Remember the knees?? So by now my friends I know when they can give me meds and when they need to hold off. I told Dr Steeley if he could keep me up and I could watch I would be all for it... he said -I will take pics. He did. I will post them if I can....back to business. I have had nothing in my IV but saline. Glorified water. And they have this anesthesiologist that is like 15 (hello Dougie Howser!) I get all set on the table, and I think about MJ, the gloved one. I look up at the little man doctor and I tell him "DO NOT look at my stuff."He then assured me that he would not. Then I saw him raise the needle and start to give me the juice (without warning gasp I am not ready-hello have to tell skinny nurse friend not to kill me I have two kids!) and I tell him " OK bring on the MJ Juice." My skinny nurse friend said they laughed the whole time after that. I just hope that they did it correct!
So now, I am drinking 600 liquid calories a day, I have NO energy, I have no kids (they are at camp) and feel like a fat person who can only sleep with discomfort, whom has been sprayed by bullets (7 holes in the abdonmen) and that silly Dr. Houser put a tube that was too big in my throat and now I have a sore throat and tongue. I tell you....what! I had no idea how much get up and go food gives you.
Here's to a longer life- now raise your protein shakes that are fit for body builders (which is not what I am going for) and take a slow sip! It is a long road to skinny sista!
For my kids, their summer is coming to a quick end. As you know, they go to year round school. So instead of them spending August in the heat complaining of the heat-they are putting their brains in overdrive and learning. Ahh-love me some year-rounded (ness) I will go and register them on Thursday, attend open house on Wednesday and BAM Thursday-I own two second graders. I have been told that, some of the teachers are looking forward to the "always at school helping" side of me. ha!
Furthermore if I can put my two cents in on the John and Kate Divorce, and the Death of Michael Jackson-ha! While I am so overly well informed on both of those topics I will NOT be an outlet for their business. However I do have a fun MJ story for you later...
My brother and sister in law are moving in a week! They will head to live in the 'burbs of Houston. While I am awful proud to have a brother who has a delightful family and a wife whom is the closest of my friends and an awesome job. I am NOT in any way shape or form ready to say see you soon. As you gather I do not do Good Bye! Not even with my daddy. I am also happy to report that my brother is going to get his second MBA, this time from Penn State in Materials Management. Lord have mercy! How much schoolin' does you need? I suppose we will be heading to the gulf coast of Texas alot now. Bikini time for me whoo hoo! Oh and the Penn State school and Texas address, internet people.
So here comes the title of the post in real time:
In all honesty: I am a fat ass, a lard ass, a buffoon, a heifer (although I think that has more to do with my attitude than my ass) an adipose mass? I have no clue. Not that anyone has told me recently that I am fat, I own a mirror (contrary to my hair) and sometimes look at myself and muttle something along the lines of "what are you waiting for a size 30 to look good?" Well NO! I was indeed waiting for a pain free, massive liposuction proceedure to be approved by the FDA. Not going to happen-Hoover said that they don't even have a vacuum for my hot mess. And for the record I HAVE NEVER BEEN A SIZE 30-not judging, just never been that adipose.
So to say it honestly: FAT Blah! and you know what? being fat will kill your fat ass! So in order to save my life and keep my kids well dressed, nourished and groomed, transported etc.-no offense Nate. I had a Lap Band placed in my body last Thursday. I worked for over 6 months proving that I was fat, talking about my fat, being counseled on my fat ( really look at me-do I look like I have an eating disorder?) Thursday was D day. Nathan, my biggest fan, was by my side, as well as my "fat" nurse, whom is not fat at all and quite cute, we are friends, skinny friends are fun. They like to pretend that they are fat until you show them a thigh- then they shut up. Fun, try it!
So this is my 15th time that I have been under General anesthesia. Remember the knees?? So by now my friends I know when they can give me meds and when they need to hold off. I told Dr Steeley if he could keep me up and I could watch I would be all for it... he said -I will take pics. He did. I will post them if I can....back to business. I have had nothing in my IV but saline. Glorified water. And they have this anesthesiologist that is like 15 (hello Dougie Howser!) I get all set on the table, and I think about MJ, the gloved one. I look up at the little man doctor and I tell him "DO NOT look at my stuff."He then assured me that he would not. Then I saw him raise the needle and start to give me the juice (without warning gasp I am not ready-hello have to tell skinny nurse friend not to kill me I have two kids!) and I tell him " OK bring on the MJ Juice." My skinny nurse friend said they laughed the whole time after that. I just hope that they did it correct!
So now, I am drinking 600 liquid calories a day, I have NO energy, I have no kids (they are at camp) and feel like a fat person who can only sleep with discomfort, whom has been sprayed by bullets (7 holes in the abdonmen) and that silly Dr. Houser put a tube that was too big in my throat and now I have a sore throat and tongue. I tell you....what! I had no idea how much get up and go food gives you.
Here's to a longer life- now raise your protein shakes that are fit for body builders (which is not what I am going for) and take a slow sip! It is a long road to skinny sista!
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
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