tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112627382012-01-13T22:36:49.712-06:00Bling and a faux turkey wing...Yo Mama!http://www.blogger.com/profile/08889830329884674207noreply@blogger.comBlogger671100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11262738.post-65871130229767987852010-05-24T11:55:00.009-05:002010-05-24T13:35:31.857-05:00

Sumpthin's going on in this non-typical OCD overdrive "big head" almost 32 year old (yes, 5 days to go) brain. Tranquility? No, not just yet, that's like death bed deep. Simplicity? Umm, almost. Acceptance? What? Yes, acceptance! That's IT! and it feels so good! It's the kind that comes after a long run with a rockin' playlist, when I feel like I've figured a few things out, oh, so good! I've

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Ahhh to celebrate...and to read. What is this week about? It's a celebration of reading. My confucious, my psalms, my ode comes from one great man; Theodor Geisel aka Dr Seuss. Does this mean I'm a perpetual child? No! It doesn't count when you were too busy reading Baby Sitters Club, Nancy Drew, and Hardy Boys, and other classics rather than Hop on Pop, There's a Wocket in My Pocket, Green

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Now I like to make a lot of promises. I fully pledge to do ______ starting _______. I hit it with enthusiasm. And then time comes and somehow I weasle my way out with some excuse or another. This creates is wasted energy and guilt (like Moms need more of that). Here we go again, no excuses: I pledge to stop making longer to do lists and actually do something, not everything and be satisfied

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It's the OCD. It's my last pregnancy. It's because Dave's headed to the "chop" shop nextweek. There will be no more pregnancies. And somehow I'm mourning.And, it's a busy week - I have to get my fill of all the excuses...Lately, even the prospect of to buy or not to buy a maternity swimsuit is a little overwhelming. Looking in the mirror is a disasterous situation I wish to venture alone...

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Lately, it's been difficult to peel myself away from the travel channel. Tuesday, I managed to log in more hours behind the screen than a viewing of Gone With The Wind. There is a body crevice just formed to my expanding shape.Monday was a great start. I went to LT in my maternity workout shirt and sweated 700 calories off in one hour of Cardio Resistance Training. Avery spent the time running

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After a labor day's Whine Race 5 miler, I signed up for the Nov. 3rd Wurstfest 5 miler. A few things have happened since, it might be from the wine. Yesterday, Dave, Avery, Will and I pull up to the race as runners rush past in blazing glory and unhurriedly, we turn around and head to the closest IHOP in New Braunfels.Okay, it's a little secret I've kept. TK, Jana, Nanu, you know, but I've been

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There is something terribly wrong but some mornings start off the exact same way in Dallas... I wake up early. I walk down the hall to my parents den, cracking the door ever so quietly, shuffling across the pergo flooring, and over to the computer to turn it on. And Microsoft has the wonderful start up that's louder than a lion's roar on this blasted computer. Anxiety level already up, because

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It's amazing what can happen in a few months. Without journaling I fear it might disappear with everything else in my brain, in the swirling mass of sunflowers and thunderstorms.First, I'd like to say that my number one, Will, is all done with kindergarten. I couldn't be more happy with his progress, my smarty pants. His teacher, Mrs. Gustowski, worked unbelievably hard with the 20 students. She

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Is it a bad sign that my 2 year old has already negotiated Whoppers before 8am? This is coming from a woman who believes USDA's food pyramid and at one time found herself studying to be a nutritionist! Wait... what's this you want something to drink? Coffee? Well, drink your milk first. Then we are off to a Mom and Daughter run. Me pounding the pavement with Ipod in ear, you in Kelty

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ME: Hello? (resonating nervousness)ME again: Uh... World of Blog? (gulp, it's been a long time)ME resisting the beg: Are you still there? (okay,pleading)Oh Man, I miss talking to myself. I've had so much to say but the dynamics haven't quite been right. So I apologize, my fathiful blog. Can you ever forgive me?Meanwhile, during A's naptime I've been reading some great books. I read 7 of Mma

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I can completely waste a perfectly good day wondering about things. There's a race coming up that Nanu and I are running - 4 miles around the San Antonio Courthouse. I convinced myself and Amy we needed to run with promises of grand door prizes and I've almost hooked Tracy, but she might not be available due to parental obligations. However, I'm hoping to get her with a great t-shirt clause.

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My Avery-bear must come from different stock... two parts daddy, .25 Mommy, and other unknown sources - hummm? She is who she is and that's is simply it. Most days we go with the flow; she's happiest doing her own thing. However, when we do get out in public she can be a bit of a diva. I said long before I had children I would not genderize. I would not label. I would only make sound choice

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I'm about to pat myself on the back. Don't get used to it. And if you don't like it don't read on. But I am happy! I started running because it's an easy way for me to lose weight. Before I was pregnant with Avery I would run 4 miles on the treadmill. We had a hard time implating THE seed into my jostled overy, so I slowed down, and concentrated on the elliptical machine. Bam! One month

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Life moves uncomfortably fast sometimes. Can't I just stop it still and say hang on, I'm not done here? This family has hit some milestones. First, Avery turned 2 and that same day we got to meet Will's Kindergarten teacher. Second, Will started kindergarten followed by his first concussion and visit to the ER on the second day of school, he missed the third...and I was ready to pull him out

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There is nothing as satisfying as pulling blue painters tape off a wall. I spent a good half of the summer with the blue plasted on each delicated dividing plane. It's a new addiction: while some are in it to transform a room with color, me, nah, just a good tug of the tape.

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We are HOME! and I couldn't be more excited! After two weeks and few days more later we head back down I-35 to home. I didn't tell you this part, but two days at M&D's is enough for me. It's not my house anymore. My kids do not have rules. They get anything they want. Will shops on e-bay, plays WarCraft with Grandpa until 11pm, drinks Sprite with cherries hourly, and requests to eat where

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I'm protesting 107 degree Dallas heat. So far no one's listening, but I have a few fans. It's disgustingly hot! This morning we went to visit my sister in law and my beautiful niece who is turning 2 tomorrow. She and Avery are so cute together; they irresistibly chase each other around and share baby dolls. My parents live 20 minutes away and we get to play when we come in town - which during

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Perhaps it's because I'm not good at sitting still (except behind the computer), but I've become obsessed with all things home makeover-ish. I'm perfectly happy with my house - all the furniture isn't screaming at me to rearrange it. But, I need something productive to do - and this usually means some project that I get half way through and regret or look at Dave for his help in finishing it. So.

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These days I am happy to finally feel free enough to accept myself once and for all. I've worked long and hard trying to put the pieces together in a way that I would be satisfied with and I am so over it. This is me pure and simple. I'm done asking questions and tweeking my self image so that others are pleased with me, and I in turn can feel acceptable. Done. Over with. Who the heck cares

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It sounds awful, but I've had almost two weeks of William free days. I didn't go to the gym, cook dinner outside a cereal box, or listen to Avery and Will yell back in forth before I drown them out in the "Big Bad Meanie Mom" voice that transcends from these vocal cords in a chorus unheard by most - except when this sibling business entered my life 22 months ago. So in this short free time, I

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I have been so excited to be 28 and now that I am I still think it's pretty darn cool. Since I can remember I've wanted to be 28 - when I was six someone asked me tauntingly:"Bet you can't wait till your seven!" "No, 28!” I say, as seriously as you can take a girl who likes to spit water between the gaps of where her front two teeth were, lifting her leg and calling this a fountain. What? 28?

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I have always had a strange fascination with being 28.

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Did I ever impose the fact that I do anything in a consistent manner? Believe me I do think about doing things in a routine fashion, but it never seems to work out. I'm an all or nothing kinda girl, it's not because I don't have the drive, that's there, but I lack the focus. For instance, I've been intending to write a little something(s). I walk my way to the computer and somehow I totally

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Today, I have officially decided that having a tech savvy five year old (see Will) can be a dangerous thing. First of all, he knows EBAY. Me: "Honey, Target doesn't carry the Lego Storm Trooper in Orange.He: "Mom just go to Ebay and Bid. Maybe Buy It Now. With Zero Percent Intrest and No Closing Cost (a little confusion with Ditech's commercial on Disney channel). You can find anything on

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In Dallas we grew up with the Fair, but living here in San Antonio, we have something much better: Fiesta! Who knew we would be celebrating the independence of Texas from Mexico's reign in 1836 with 10 days of fun in 2006? Gotta love it!Each year since we've lived here we've taken Will to kick off Fiesta at St. Gregory's Fiesta De La Familia. My Aunt Melissa and Uncle Bob play a huge role in

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I know this insomnia thing is bad. For the 3rd night in a row 1:30 AM rolls around and I am wide awake. This calls for extreme measures - I'd really like to go to bed at 6PM, but at this hour I need to be aware because not using pot holders and setting steak knives instead baby spoons can create problems.Ohhh, the evil plots of a sleep deprived stay-at-homer!Last night 7:00 rolled around, both

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I'm not about to make you endure a long list of the uses of the treasure able Easter basket, but I will give you three 1) a mad dash and stash for cascarones, treat filled eggs, and other delectable goodies 2) a puke bucket for a long ride home from G&G's 3) if puke free a great way to stop a migraine. Will is having a hard time with allergies. The Duncanville/Cedar Hill area is not the best

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It's been awhile and it shouldn't - in all honesty I've been in an insomniac's fog. Yes, it's self diagnosed, but I was really starting to get worried when I'd have nightmares about waking up and not being able to go back to sleep. It's been so bad lately that last Saturday I went for a midnight stroll for 2 hours in Port Aransas in my pajamas. I guess I was celebrating the time change.

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I am not so happy about this, but I should be -Bulverde Creek Kinder Round-Up.First of all, what's this business with a ROUND UP? I have a good boy, not Billie the Kid. I understand that it's true, we eventually have to take the plunge (I'm drowning in worry) and send Will out on into the big scary world of kindergarten. This elusive round up is scheduled for Monday, April 10 at 8:30 AM. Will

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Hurray! My first born made it back in town. He has been vacationing for 11 days at the sunny resort of Grandma and Grandpa's - except he went in between Dave's parents and Mom and Dad's for a little variety. We would talk to him on the phone and desperately, I'd ask him: "Can I drive up there and pick you up? I miss you so". So sweetly he would respond, "Mom, it's going to be okay, I'll be

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Awful! Truly awful! Dave and I were headed out for a Sunday drive. I have been relentlessly looking for a pair of New Balance running shoes for a few weeks now. Today, I promised Dave I would choose one pair and walk out of a store with a purchase. We head over to Academy (yes, it was the one I visited last week) and still the magic shoe wasn't there. We head over to the Forum shopping center,

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Disclaimer: I would really like to erase this, but I wanted to give Tracy a good laugh... My intentions for this blog where to find beauty and depth in life and report about it, but instead it's mostly 2nd grade potty humor. I am so ashamed of this blog I've been trying to stuff it under a lot of fluffy posts, but this has given me writers block. If I purge this demon from the draft pile maybe

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My apologies ahead of time, but I feel the need to put discretion on this post. It is not for the easily grossed out, but alas our lives are filled with lots of it, especially if you are the primary caregiver to anyone (even CATS).I'm talking about poo. Okay, so poor, poor Will. He is new to asthma medication and with any green popping out of the earth a little cough turns quickly into panic

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Today was a day like others - errands to run, shopping to do, playtime, lunch, nap, rides in a police car. Avery and I dropped Will off at school, passed our neighborhood, and headed back up 1604. We were going up to the Saturn dealership for a routine oil change 2,000 miles overdue. I admit we are slow about proper maintenance, just like we are slow with a lot of things. Dave has a longer to

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This has been my first weekend of pure sibling rivalry, mostly on Avery's part. Will has been good, mostly trying his best to ignore his little sister's demands or relentless squawking. It truly is a test of wills and I cave in a little quick. Her high pitched wail hits my ear drum in a most painful way and I just want her to be her sweet self and STOP - quickly. It's been a battle over

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Okay, I am in love with Lifetime Fitness. Beware: I am NOT a gym junkie because 1) I do not like to have to dress up to get sweaty. 2) I like to sweat by myself, I totally turn on like a faucet (This is my favorite one I blame on my Dad's genes apart from the hair one (not on my head)). 3) I get a chance to be outside even if it's allergy season and I am asthmatic. 4) I'm never too sure about

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Hi! Friends, Romans, Countrymen, Tracy... Okay, I'm very sorry it's been awhile. I took a little break and caught up with some sleep. Sweet ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZs! I had an exciting weekend pretending to be a glam girl again. My Nanu, and one of my closest friends from college traveled to Austin (aka 6th St)for the weekend. So fun! Let me tell you I do not miss being single in the meat market

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In moments of self actualization I realize that Dave and I have been suffering from a dreadful Winter Syndrome. Yes, I realize that in San Antonio we’ve only had one real week of winter. It went by painfully slow and Avery and Will very much needed their backyard time. Note: this is my version of a play pen. It really works well when the shades and curtain are all open. Anyway, it has been

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Yikes! I realize that it’s slightly past midnight and I’m just now starting to write. As a self-proclaimed night owl I have migrated my book, teddy bear, and favorite pillow. I know the dear, sweet sleeping husband would scoff at the sound of me creeping in after this particularly long battle between my eye lids shutting and my sheer will of staying up until I can hear the morning birds sing.I

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I think God lets us know things in subtle ways, maybe not for ourselves but for those we love. When my Grandpa was in the hospital I dreamt that he passed away at 9 o'clock. I woke up with a sad, sinking feeling in my heart. The rational world came back and my gulped sweet, cold morning air - it's only 4:oo, if something happend last night someone would have called me. So the days came and went

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Forget reinforcers to save papers from falling out of over-stuffed binders, I give a blessing for my blog to keep my journaling tight. And a few other blessings for modern day conveniences:I give my blessings to...To my automatic car door locks, may you keep my children safe when I throw you into reverse with Will hanging half-way out.To my microwave whom I trust to make easy mac-n-cheese, may

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Sunday, Jan 29, 2006Last night my dad spent the night at our house so he could spend some time with Will. The hospital is a no go for my sensitive sweetie so Will doesn’t get to see my dad (G’pa Carl)alot since he and mom are here to see my Grandpa French. So when Dad left the hospital late last night Will was already in bed. He happily woke up when G’pa Carl walked in a little weary and sad, but

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I’ve been seeing someone -almost every night this week.No, no, It’s not what you think, but I've been on a date, a date with my Grandpa. See, he’s dying.Last Friday he went to our family doctor because he’s had a really bad cold. This cold turned into pneumonia and pneumonia turned into a bed in ICU.My Grandpa is getting tired and he has a right to. He’s lived a busy, productive life. He and my

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Yum! Powdered donuts!!! 

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21 Jan 2006Back to this timer thing: Tonight on my run I actually took my watch. I usually head out with reckless abandon, happy to close the front door without responsibilities following me, unhappy that I have to run to get out of them. Anyway, I head out with my MP3 player strapped to my arm and Avery yelling Mommmmmmmyyyy” and banging on the door. It’s so sad really, but I race to put on my

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21 Jan 2006In the spirit of productivity I have to give up mindless internet searches for the perfect lounge pants (but I am lounging while internet window shopping), house cleaning tips (they will not clean my house for me), and books, stationary, and office supplies. But really, I have a problem with amount of time I spend on this endless quest. So sad; but so fun because I get sidetracked by “

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18 Jan 2006Dave is trying to feed me tapioca pudding, Avery is shoving candy hearts in my mouth, Will is working so hard to make me laugh and give me nose kissies at just the right time. And I’m trying; I’m trying so hard to smile without this sinking feeling in my stomach. Today is a day I’d like to forget, but never will, it is a day I’d like to start over, but now that it’s over maybe I can

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16 Jan 2006I’ve been in this parallel all the weekend. Since Dave’s been sick (he’s had the flu) I feel a little disjointed (yes, like most days). I can’t help it, when my partner in this world feels a little off, this gives me an immediate excuse to feel the same. Plus, he’s cheap entertainment.Saturday, I was at least going to make the kids have a good weekend, so Avery and I head off to HEB

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I have confessions that I’d like to get off my chest before I annoy anyone else that I care about: 1) I have a strange fascination with looking at my split ends. This sadly, has been going on for about 15 years. There is something so relaxing about finding the perfect split (or splits). This is a ritual I perform 2 places: in the car, or laying in bed, like reading a few chapters (words) in a

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10 Jan 2006I have spent so much quality time with my sis since she moved to good ‘ol SA. I can tease her like no other. She is really sensitive, but when it comes out of my mouth she knows it’s a lot of air. Today we were driving to pick Will up from school. We had just dropped off some dishes and a table I had given her for her new apartment. After running up 3 flights of stairs and racing down

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8 Jan 2006Oh for the love of weekends. Its 3 am, I’m cruising the clearance isles at Target only to find my favorite stationary and stickers from Hot Hues with a bright orange ticket. I haven’t forgotten anything on my list: milk, check; bananas, check; birthday card for my best-friends son, check. Then, with a smile on my face a noise emits from another isle. I quickly transcend into a dark

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Gotta love those horns.Yep, I helped pay Mack Brown's salary.Hope William will too ;) 

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Will, don't grow up too fast.

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Tools in Time Wasting and Fear DisappearI admit it: I have a problem… in decisiveness. The whole idea of making a decision is a rather painful event for me. But today after a rather ridiculous battle of the in between I am going to decide.It started really with a bookcase. In my obsessive quest for the perfect organizational tool for all the after Christmas toys, not to admit my own growing (

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I love to be crafty. There is something so satisfying in making something with your hands. And what I lack in talent I make up in enthusiasm. Michael's and Hobby Lobby are trips I make often especially during Christmas. This year I wanted to make stocking for the kids. Not just little stockings, but the kind that if fell over could crush a child in a red velvet plume. So, the night before

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Can I get away with this next year?

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Me & Little Miss

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I called an old friend for her birthday. She lives in Arkansas (hopefully, just a brief stay) where her husband is an Army recruiter. It was a great conversation, because she knows I love birthdays and can tell by my enthusiasm that if I can't celebrate it with her in person that my phone call might last all morning. Of course Avery, who is 8 months old, takes a short nap and I just carry her

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My best friend has struggled with infertility. She is my dearest, closest friend - the girl that lived around the corner since I was 5 who I wadded in the creek with hunting for minnows, the girl who later I convinced to "borrow" my mother's Cadillac to cruise around town, the girl who I knew would marry her high school sweetheart as I stand beside her in her wedding, the girl who I would grow

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I love the mind of a 4 year old. My son and I were driving in the rain after a friend's birthday. Out from the back seat I hear "Mom, does God make bad weather?" And I love these questions, so here I come with a thousand words to say and end up with "Well, God makes rain so flowers can grow, and rivers can run, and the ocean can be full."His reply took me by suprise, because as someone who always

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