Tuesday, November 18, 2008

I've been tagged and I'm excited....

Don't know why but today of all days, I am excited to be tagged. Plus, I don't feel so dang tired any more. Oh and I may have gotten a mild concussion in church and that made me sick and dizzy, so I didn't workout Monday morning and....stop.

I am rambling. Here, there, everywhere. Breathe in, breathe out. What is it I am so excited about? What's that, your interest was far more piqued with my original intro? Go figure. I knew you loved me, but I didn't know it's because I make no sense and ramble constantly.

See, in church I subbed for the CTR 5 class. There's 7 of them and there's a couple of boys in that class, we'll call them Joe and Bob, that can get your goat like nothing else. I had to look behind me a few times on Sunday, just to get my goat to stand still and forget trying to get him to sit or lay down, he was supercharged and looking for a good head butting target. Joe and Bob are lucky I have worked so hard to control that goat of mine. So Joe was leaning as far over on his chair as possible, causing the back legs to come off the floor. I asked Bob all the live long day (or so it felt) to stop touching the folded tables against the wall for fear he would catch his fingers in between the tables. Joe is still leaning down as far as he can to get the chair to move and I watch in horror as Bob is about to catch his hand in between the afore mentioned tables. I am reaching over to help Bob, take my eyes off Joe and Joe comes FLAILING upwards, knocking his head smack into my brow bone. I caught my goat just in the nick of time. 2 more seconds and that goofy little laugh of his, while I am fighting tears of pain, would have been shamelessly smacked off his face by my goat (or my hand, couldn't really tell which one I really stopped in the end, it all happened so fast). It took every ounce of will-power not to cry. And this whole time, Joe is laughing hysterically, making the urge to pummel this 5 year old into the ground fiendishly hard to control. So that's where the mild concussion comes from. I felt sick and dizzy up until about 2 in the afternoon Monday. Don't worry, luckily, I am pretty sure this is the first one I have ever had, so I'll take it easy and lay off the football practice for, well, eternity. Who knows, I could have even imagined the concussion, just as an excuse not to go workout Monday morning.

So that brings us to the part where I don't feel so tired. Here's the silver lining with having your head whacked by a hard headed (in every sense of the word) 5 year old, you get to go right back to sleep and play catch up for all the lost sleep from the weekend and now I am feeling rested and ready to take on the day/week/month/year, whatever the case may be! Wha-whooooo!

Which brings us to while Alicia didn't mention my name in particular, she said everyone was tagged. Since I can still gain access to her blog...I figure that means I am tagged. And with all the extra sleep, pure giddiness is rushing over me and causing me to be exciting about being tagged. I am excited to go to work and even excited to cook dinner and fold clothes tonight. So Alicia's tag was to mention 6 unique/peculiar things about yourself:
1) When I count off things for working out, I count up until I get to the last 10 reps, then I count down. So what do I do if there's only 10? I count down. :) I know, what the heck?
2) I make the bed a certain way and if you try to make it another way, I will undo the whole bed and re-make it....I am hoping this will be something I DO NOT pass onto my kids. And yes, I made the bed this morning! WOW! I'm back.
3) I can re-arrange your living room in my head and if you want me to help you re-arrange it, nothing will get done until I have a to scale schematic with furniture cutouts to show you what I was thinking.
4) Even when I am flaming hot mad at Juan, I want to laugh and most times I do. I can never understand it afterwards, because I really thought I was beyond repair mad.
5) I like knowing a little something about most everything.
6) I won't go anywhere on Saturday without planning a route first. Really makes me seem crazy, doesn't it? :)

So got to get ready for work now! Thanks for listening luvs!

Thursday, November 13, 2008

I don't think I made the bed in the last week....

I think my OCD is on vacation! I'm losing it! And I am sad and disappointed in myself. Aren't most people overjoyed to overcome a life-long and rather unhealthy obsession? Don't get me wrong, I still scrub the apartment from top to bottom every Saturday and keep things in their respective places, but lately I find myself dead tired at 8 pm and looking around for something to fall asleep in.

All my sleeping clothes seem to be my workout clothes now and well, I got tired of doing laundry every 2 days, so they are all in the hamper. And lately, stars alive, I have been sleeping in my underwear! Something I told myself I wouldn't do because you never know when there might be a fire and you have to get out fast and the last thing you need to worry about are firemen standing over you wondering what in the world you are sleeping in. I imagine myself looking incrediously back at them and saying something truly witty, "well it's a bed of course, haven't you seen one before?", but know in that moment it will be sheer terror trying to keep the g's covered and all wittiness will most likely fly out the door atop the clouds of smoke billowing forth from my apartment door and windows.

So back to the reason why the bed is not made....well I don't have a good reason, but lots of good excuses, which seem to be the only thing I have going for me some days after a truly harrowing workout session.
My first excuse is the standard you get from everyone: Well it's just going to be slept in again tonight, why bother?
The second: I don't have time.
The third (and this is the real one): I am so tired, I take my lunch break, take Daisy on a block walk (too tired to go any further),come straight back to the apartment, set my alarm for 45 minutes later, fall into bed and sleep blissfully until the wretched alarm is screeching in my ear with me thinking 10 more minutes is all I need.

What in the world is going on, you might ask? I am not sure. I go to sleep at 9ish and wake up at 5ish, so that's the recommended 8 hours, right? I am eating healthy (the chocolate Jerry brought to work doesn't count against me, right)...okay, so I will re-phrase that. I am eating healthier than I ever have in the last 2 years, so I should, by all accounts given, have more energy. And nope, I am not expecting. A baby anyway. I am expecting this stubborn belly fat to fall right off and in 2 months be back to looking insanely fabulous. FYI: Will be starting month two of the working out like a mad-dog and not much happening so far.

So, it's official. I am indeed getting older, my metabolism is slowing down and to prevent myself from become Holy Hannah Hip Girl, I am just going to have to do this. Working out and eating healthy, not so bad, it's the being tired that's got me in a slump.

So to all you moms out there, keeping even a passing semblence to normal, here's to you. You are officially my heroes. I don't know how you do it, but I give honor and respect to your labors. How in the world do you keep up with babies, school, cleaning, blogging, and all the Jones's in the world? Amazing.

God won't give us more than we can handle, but boy does he know what we don't like to handle. :)

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Step 1: Tagged Step 2: Venting Session

Okay, lax again. Guilty!

No Couch Potatoes here, however. I can't remember the last time I was this tired. Maybe the 3 straight days awake for finals my junior year of college, but can't fathom any other time.

I now officially know why I gained so much weight over the last few years. It is so stinkin' easy to be fat and happy rather than healthy and happy. Of course, you're happy either way, but you have to plan meals (not just buy them! :) ), exercise like you mean it, and keep up with things like laundry b/c you now only own 2 pairs of workout pants you can fit into (oh yeah they are SUPER stretchy LOL). Then you have to keep up with real world stuff like work and bills. But don't neglect the dog, still look for a house, plan lessons/activities and keep up with friends too.

That's how I know I am not ready for kids. But always up for the practice. Wait that came out wrong. Up for the practice meaning watching/sitting/playing with other people's kids. That way, when you are tired, you get to hand them back and go home to take a nap with the dog. That's the best. You get your baby/kid fix and then you're gone. LOVERLY.

Oh right, Jackie tagged me.
FOURS:

4 Random things I love about my husband
1- His Dwight Schrute look
2- His Pimp Walk in the middle of a crowd
3- His teeth-they are perfect and he's never had braces!
4- His work ethic, values and courage

4 Jobs I've had
1- Babysitter for twin baby girls one summer from 7AM to 7PM
2- Sonic carhop- I converted Jackie and then she stayed for WAY longer than me!
3- Insurance sales
4- Insurance sales....I could go on and on with this one, it's been my job for the last 7 years :)

4 Movies I've watched more than once
1- My Fair Lady
2- GI Jane
3- Sleeping Beauty
4- Mary Poppins

4 TV shows I watch (I have to watch these online so it's hit and miss)
1- BONES
2- Prison Break
3- HGTV anything
4- TLC decorating shows

4 places I have been
1- Naples, Florida - SO FUN!
2- The Four Corners
3- Mexico
4- Good Ole "promised land" Utah

4 places I have lived
1- Raymondville, TX
2- Bryan, TX
3- College Station, TX
4- Provo, UT

4 of my favorite foods
1- Pita Pit's grilled chicken custom-made pita
2- Freebird's burritos
3- Frijoles de la Hoya- Mexican version of regular cooked pinto beans, but they taste so much better cooked in the glazed clay pots with just a pinch of salt.
4- Taquitos

4 places I would like to visit
1- Europe
2- The Carribean
3- GREECE!!!
4- Hawaii

4 people I tag:
1- No one
2- No one
3- No one
4- No one- I say stop the craziness! :)

Now for the venting session. Ugh! America, America, wherefore art thou America? Seriously, Obama as president? I don't have anything against the guy, but voting for someone just b/c they are "black" is not okay people! Especially when your "black" guy is 1/2 white, and only 1/4 black. What the heck?

Okay, now that my venting is over about that. I will support the President of the United States. I will be a honest, trustworthy and conservative American. I will do what is right and give my respect to the leader of our people. I may not agree with his decisions, but I understand it is the majority choice of the American people and know I voted with my freedom and liberty as an American and mine is not the popular choice. So I will go forward supporting the new president. I will work with others who do not share my views to help America stay strong and solvent. I want America to be her true self, one Nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.