Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
so dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

I had to learn this poem by Robert Frost in Junior High School. Then, when I read "The Outsiders" I came across it again. I think it's a fitting poem for how I'm feeling right now. September came and FLEW by, and I feel like I didn't, once again, get what I wanted to accomplish done. I had such high hopes for this month and here it is the last day and my good intentions sank to grief.

So I continue into October with the projects that I didn't get to in September.
To recap from here:
  • I didn't get to St. Andrew's renovation. The weekend I wanted to do it, MR went bear hunting. Then I got a migraine. So hopefully this weekend the last two pieces will be glued in.
  • I'm going to work on St. A's website this weekend. My deadline for giving Pastor a template is Monday.
  • I finished the ceiling in the hallway...BUT...when I took the blue tape off the wall, it took pieces of the finished wall paint with it. So now I have to touch that up. ETA- tomorrow (Thursday.) After that it's sanding the stairway wall and steps.
  • My alteration pile yielded me 3 pairs of capri pants, a fitted shirt and a new skirt. Still left to do are two backpacks that ripped and two pairs of Z-girl's pants to be shortened.
  • The sewing room has been organized but not cleaned. There are piles stacked everywhere- I have to invest in more bins. I did clean out the closet and was able to store more crap in there.
  • I have not touched my credit report for fear of blowing up my PC. How would I explain that to my boss?

So here I am again. I'll be trying to make these things work out in the next week or so. Then it's clear sailing through my 101 in 1001 goals.

Unless i get kidnapped by aliens.

Results Not Typical

After a week of not working out (migraines, stomach viruses and bronchitis (Mike's, not mine)) I'm finally back to my Tuesday/Thursday routine.

What a difference a week makes.

Today Mike said he would take it easy on me- ease me back into the routine. Well thanks, Mike. If that's easy, I don't want it hard.

After six minutes on the treadmill at 4.0 (still don't know...) we went downstair to this ginormous machine I had to lay down in and do leg presses. Mike took 270 pounds off the machine (6-45lb weights) to leave me with NOTHING but the mechanics. Who the HELL presses 270 lbs? The mechanics felt like 100 pounds- add that to the weights. Geez. Anyway, I did three sets of 12 then fell out of the machine.

Three sets of 12 leg extensions next while he told me about his son trying out for the Milwaukee Brewers. He was eliminated in the 4th round...

Upstairs to chest presses. Three sets of 10 chest presses at 50 lbs. He decreased the weight after I struggled to get the first 10 out.

Next was this little machine right by the office. Stand and press down on the weights, then sit (the seat is slightly tilted forward.) Tricep presses for three sets of 10. After he adjusted my seat (he has to adjust everything because I'm so tall) it was alot harder because I was getting the full range of motion. Now I have spaghetti arms.

Into the free weights area where we used a 6lb. medicine ball for 2 reps of 12 Ab crunches handing the ball off, then crunching without it. Then I near collapse when we do alternating twisting then handing off to Mike while he stands on my feet. I can only do 10 before I sink back and don't get up.

We're done. Everyone knows it. I don't even finish off on the bike.

So because of that, I'll go to the gym tomorrow morning and work out without him.

Monday Tidbits

A very exciting recap of my weekend....

1. Watching Hedwig and the Angry Inch, I forgot how much I loved this movie and how much I liked John Cameron Mitchell's voice. I looked him up on IMDB and he was born on my birthday. Year AND day.

2. Zombiegirl's team lost to Auburndale 5-2. The other team was really good. Quote during the game- Stan G (Hale's Grandpa) asked if the other team were all going back to home to Nicaragua after the game. Bad grandpa.

3. Z-girl has a better social life than me. AND her sisters. This kid averages two birthday parties a weekend lately. And I'm really proud of her- they are all different circles of friends. She's not confining herself (like her older sister(s)) to one or two friends. Very few of her friends bisect her circles, either. And I'm going broke buying birthday gifts.

4. Reading Dan Brown is like getting a history lesson in under five minutes.

5. I'm slowly getting rid of the crap in my life. To clarify, it's getting harder to find stuff to sell at yard sales. This very well may be my last one. If only it doesn't rain, again.

6. I have way too many crafts started and not enough finished. I booked three craft sales before Christmas, so I have to get a move on.

7. September flew by WAAY too fast. But I'm looking forward to all the things I have to do in October.

8. Mr. and I were talking about Anna Farris last night while watching Family Guy. House Bunny is on tonight. Synchronicity?

9. I need to see Dr. Heredia more often. My migraines are back with a vengance.

10. I now know why my mom's hand were so soft all the time. Frosting made of shortening will make your hands soft and smooth. My cake decorating exploits will be chronicled here shortly.

11. I wish my life would Flashforward six months. Will I be watching Flashforward?

12. It's very hard for someone to say no to 12 girls in soccer uniforms. The guy in the yoga place is a hard-hearted man. A yoga gift certificate would have been wonderful for our raffle basket. His loss. Thanks to the Barber shop, The Witches Brew, Phoenix Chiropractic, Aroma Nails, Gina at Mandee, GNC, Beena, Dad and Rob for their donations to our baskets.

Another exciting weekend. A little cleaning, a little laundry, a little soccer, a little cake. A few crafts and some TV.

And...I want cerviche.

Tomorrow's Leaders

This bugs the crap out of me.

To recap: four men were arrested and one man was sought after a freshman at Hofstra University claimed she was gang-raped on a Sunday night. Supposedly she was lured away from a party, tied up and repeatedly raped by the five men in a bathroom on the men's floor of the dorm.

The men were arrested, their names and faces were in the newspapers, some were fired from their jobs and their families received hate mail.

Good, you may say. They deserved it! They're rapists!

But the weren't. The woman recanted her story, admitted she had group sex with these men and was not tied up. It was consensual. They were released.

This woman (girl) is a Freshman. This is the third week of college.

I understand the fear and uncertainty starting a new school. I didn't dorm while I was at college (although I should have) so I won't pretend I understand how scared a student may be living with strangers, in a strange town. I give my "adopted" kid, Katie, a LOT of credit moving to another state and living away from home. But I've gone to school on my own- meeting new people, new classes, getting lost in a huge environment where I felt very small, very young. I didn't have my parents to help me get situated. They never experienced college, so at the time, I didn't rely on them for any help. And I made mistakes as a Freshman. I admit it. I'm sure we all have. We were young and inexperienced at life, so it was bound to happen.


Did I have group sex three weeks into the semester with men I didn't know? No.

Did I accuse anyone wrongfully, thus ruining lives in my wake? No.

What on earth was this girl thinking? What were these boys thinking? All five of you having sex with one girl? Is this okay? Where were you raised?

I am not a prude. I know sexual things go on in this world that would shock any rational thinking person. I know people have sex. I even know people have group sex. I know teenagers have sex. I know college life, to some, is one big party. But I want to find this girl, and shake some sense into her. You're a Freshman, I want to tell her. Your job is to go to class and learn- not to spread your legs for the whole men's dorm! If you want to fit in- join a club! Try a sport! Group sex is not on the curriculum! I would tell her it's okay to be scared and unsure. Sleeping around though is not going to make you popular or help you make new friends.

So, okay. You did have sex with these men. Why on earth would you accuse them? What is going on in your head to point a finger at innocent people and torture them with jail time?

This is one messed up girl. And she is not going to be charged- she cut a deal with the DA. I only hope that deal includes major therapy for this troubled teenager.

These are our leaders of tomorrow. Our future Master's of the Universe.

The universe has become a very bleak place.

Are You Kidding Me?

Wow- I had to laugh at this...
Just keepin' it real.

As seen in the LA Times article here. And here, showing off her mad Photoshop skillz...

Don't you wish life's wrinkles could just be airbrushed away?

Happy Herbivore Day to Me!

Today is my one year anniversary being a vegetarian. It was a year ago today that I read the book "Skinny Bitch" and it changed my life.

I have had missteps, I'll admit. I calculated that I have eaten meat approximately 20 times in the last year. Beena will say this doesn't make me a vegetarian. I say it's a moment of weakness. Bacon is my downfall. It's a curse. A millstone around my neck and the only thing I truly miss.

So where am I now? I haven't lost ANY weight, but I feel better internally than I have EVER felt in my life. I eat different vegetable (most of them green) and have an ongoing respect for soybeans. If I ever have a few bucks in my pocket, I'll invest in soybeans. Not porkbellies. Why would one even think to invest in porkbellies? I'll have to Google that...

Anyway, I like me a good salad almost as much as you would like a steak.

I now appreciate freshness in my food. Nothing tastes better than fresh, local produce!

I am still falling back on premade veggie burgers, but not nearly as much as I did.

Thank God for Chipotle. And cilantro.

Will I continue on this road paved with spinach and leeks? I think yes. Fall is the best time to be a vegetarian. Pumpkin and squash and apples and root me, that's comfort food.

Cleaning Out My Favorites

I've accumulated a few more websites in my sidebar Favorites that I need to clean out and post here for posterity. If I deem them worthy, I'll add them to my Links I Love list...

People of Walmart. Yes, they exist. And our future is bright.

The Art of the Takedown. Snarkiness at it's best.

The Bitch Sessions. More snark. I love snark.

Awkward Family Photos. Oh, be prepared. I have a lot of pictures to send them!

Emails from Crazy People. I think some of the people from Walmart wrote these.

Passive Agressive Notes. More craziness. I think some of these people work in my office.

Tacky Weddings. (There is a definite theme going on here. Crazy people!) No explanation necessary.

100 Days to Christmas. Start planning. Now. Enjoy a stress-free holiday.

Foodgawker. Pretty pictures of food. No crazy people.

Up next- all the videos I have saved in my favorites.

I bet you can't wait...

Chronosync 2000

My hubby has a new post up on his blog. Go there now. Chronosync 2000. He mentions his lovely wife!

The Planets Sometimes Align

I'm a klutz. I forget things. I am not a lucky person. I frown a lot. I tend to be negative. I tend to criticize. I can't help it. I don't want to be these things. I try to be upbeat and positive. But sometimes life just beats me down.

But sometimes all is right in the Universe. Sometimes the planets align. Sometimes good karma comes around and blesses you with its presence.

And sometimes, if you're not truly aware, you'll miss it.

Like today. I had a migraine that caused me to weep several times at work. It finally subsided enough for me to function like a true human. Shortly after, as I left work for home, things started going "my way."

Nothing earth shattering. Nothing life changing. Just little things lining up to make my life easier, happier. Catching the F train right away and getting a seat. Waiting on the LONGEST bus line I ever waited on and having two buses pull up at the same time so the people at the end of the line got on the second bus first. Getting a seat on the bus. Realizing you don't have your house keys and hoping Beena's home. Seeing Beena approaching you walking to work but realizing it's someone else who left your life. Seeing that person looking well, even if they didn't make eye contact. Getting home and finding your keys in your bag. Starting dinner and realizing you have EVERY SINGLE ingredient. Timing dinner perfectly for when soccer practice is over and the family walks in the door. Having everyone go back for seconds and thirds.

Big, hairy deal, you might say. These things are MINOR. Is your life so messed up that these things make you happy? No. My life is not messed up. Just annoying, sometimes. And when these things work out positively, I notice.

So thanks, Karma. I appreciated the nice touch today. Really. I might just be in a better mood tomorrow because of it!

Shots are on Me!

10/15/09 addendum...for an update on the wicked Diva Cup, go here.

Warning: May contain material not suitable for men, persons with weak stomachs and Beena, who despises all body fluids, especially other people's fluids. Dad, please don't read this post. I don't want you looking at me funny next time you come for dinner...

This post was started on Thursday, but I sunk into such a deep funk all I could do was lay on the couch and eat cheesecake. So much for working out... so I finished the post on the weekend.

I should have written this post last night. Last night I was happy and excited. Last night I was feeling adventurous. Today, not so much. Today, as I stated earlier, I'm cranky and irritable. Now- even more so. It's been a bloody mess of a day. Literally.

Why was I so happy last night? Because I got my period.

Wait, what? Weren't you all for punching Eve in the head for eating the apple? You hate your period. Why were you happy you got it?

Because, my friends, I GOT THIS.

No, it's not a shot glass. It's the Diva Cup.

See? Happy Diva Cup!

And I couldn't wait to use it. No more tampons! No more pads! No more spending money on feminine products!

Last night, before Meet the Teacher night at Zombiegirl's school, I quick shoved it in (how hard could it be? I've used tampons...) and ran out to the car. I sat down next to MR, and...ran back into the bathroom. You see, the Diva Cup has this nub on the bottom so you have something to grab to pull it out. But the way my cup was situated, the nub was partially out and rubbing and poking in all the wrong places. So I pushed the cup back in as far as it would go and hoped my body wouldn't reject this foreign object.

Meet the Teach went well (I really like Z-girl's teacher- Mr. S) and I went to the bathroom as soon as I got home. Aw crap. I leaked. I spent the next hour fiddling and prodding my insides to make this thing fits. I finally got so disgusted I took it out, washed it and put it in it's little carrying pouch.

The next day I wore it to work, after inserting it in the shower. By the time I got to work, I was walking like I had a load of poop in my pants because the thing slipped so low and caused leakage. Not only was I battling cramps I was depressed because the thing I wanted so much to work wasn't working. I want to be green! Instead, I was red. I want to save the landfills and not put pads and tampons in them! Instead, I was falling back on these reliable feminine products. Determined, I hobbled to my desk and googled "Diva Cup leakage."

Okay! I'm not the only one with this problem! There's a whole message board of poor women leaking! Seems I was putting it in wrong. After folding it into itself, and inserting, you have to twist it 360 degrees and check to see if it unfolded. Armed with this new knowledge, and a roll of paper towels, I headed back to the ladies room to try again.

Fast forward 20 minutes later. My cup is in but...the stall looks like a slaughterhouse. I don't think there was a surface in that stall that I didn't christen in blood. Thank goodness I brought in the paper towels to clean up...but they're bloody too, and I can't flush them. I sit down to wait until the bathroom is empty to throw them away in the trash.

How much blood does the Diva Cup website say you lose a month? Three to four ounces? It looked like a crime scene in that stall. And I was only on my first 12 hours...

I run out of the bathroom and to the pantry and grab the cleaning spray and pray no one goes into that stall. It's wiped up, but until the HazMat team gets there I'm grossed out that someone else will use it and it's not perfectly clean. While running back the Diva Cup slipped a millimeter, but still holds. I sanitize the bathroom, and my hands and go back to work.

I'd like to say the rest of the day was leak-free but I can't- I did leak slightly by the time I commuted two hours home. Nothing major and pantyliner caught it. When I got to the comfort of my own bathroom I washed and set about taking it out. Yes, it does make a champagne pop noise if you don't break the seal first. And yes, it is possible to dump the contents of the entire cup backwards into your underwear when it slips out of your fingers. But I will not give up. I will be the master of my Diva Cup. I suggest the following:

  • Since the cup can stay in for 12 hours, insert and remove while in the shower. It's easier to clean everything up and who doesn't like a nice warm shower after a hard day working while you have your period?
  • Buy the Diva Wash. I'm glad I did. I use it to wash my hands before playing around up there.
  • Always check the cup after insertion. If you feel any indentations, it's not fully unfolded.
  • Cut a portion of the nub off. I tried it again on Saturday after I clipped the nub and it was much more comfortable.
  • Don't give up. Don't get discouraged. If you know your body, you'll be able to master this.

I hope to be able to use the Diva Cup when we go hiking the Appalachian Trail, camping and swimming with Z-girl. Thoughts of carrying out tampons and pads while hiking, or strings sticking out of my bathing suit absolutely terrifies me.

Yeah, and the sight of that bloody stall didn't? Yes, it did. I'm not the horror-movie freak in the family. That distinction belongs to MR and Zombie-girl...

Freaky Friday

I'm bored. It's almost time to go home. So to pass the time:

Toss the Turtle. It's bloody, but lots of fun.

Bubble Spinner. I like the pretty colors. Beena does too.

Flood It. I play this on my iPod. And NEVER win.

Wizard's Notebook. Nice graphics, and almost like Harry Potter!

Gold Miner. Another one of my favorite iPod games.

Have fun! I have another half hour to go...

The Countdown Begins

Aaah! There are 100 days left until Christmas!

Just thought you'd want to know.

Results Not Typical

Today was the first day in three weeks of training that I wanted to call Mike and cancel. My time of the month started last night, and I'm crampy and irritable and was NOT happy that I had to get up at 5:00 to be out of the house by 5:30. But I did.

I did a minute and a half on the Elliptical. My knees were burning too badly. Good thing I got the Glucosimine yesterday and started taking it. Hopefully soon, my joints won't hurt when I work out. I did 6 minutes on the treadmil at 4.5 (still don't know what this means...) Mike was ready by the time I finished.

Downstairs we go.

First stop is a huge machine to help with squats. Straight up, no weights, 2 reps of 12. The bar goes behind my head, and I squat, almost sitting on the bench. Mike adds 5lbs. on each side for one more rep of 12. After that he adds 5 more lbs. on each side for another rep of 12. Thighs are screaming....

Next is dumbell triceps kick backs. Kneeling on the bench, 4 reps of 12.

He then takes me to a machine that does chest presses. With no weights, I can't even lift it. He knows this and helps me get the press up. I do 2 reps of 8- the machine itself must weigh 100 lbs. I'm not sure what I like better- free weights where I have to concentrate on even moves or the machines that keep the moves even.

Into the little room for work on the ball. 2 reps of 12 back curls while balanced on the ball. I almost fall off.

Then he makes me sit on the ball, with my feet up against the baseboard. He has me lean back and do crunches. I do three and...

I fart.

Now, when I was doing yoga, we would "release the toxins" and nobody cared. Christine was really good about not saying anything. And Mike was great- he either didn't hear it, or he totally ignored it. I did say excuse me, so he should have had a clue that I did. But...I was mortified. Thank goodness there wasn't anyone in the room with me. I guess this is a normal thing when you're working out, right? Right? Oh, please say right!

After that I think he felt I was done. We stretched then I did the recumbent bike for 10 minutes. Stick a fork in me, I'm done. This is the next shirt I'm getting. So appropos.

A Poem

I see right through you.
Your actions and intentions like clear glass,
Prettily etched by the acid lies dripping from your mouth.
I see right through to your soul.

You do not see clearly.
The husks of past relationships
Strewn behind you as you stumble through life, blind to recognize.
You do not see life clearly.

I have lived a million lives before you.
I am a font from which others sip my experience.
But you would rather splash and stomp than taste my clear water.
Now, for you, my font runs muddy and opaque.
Leaving bitterness behind.

September 16, 2009

Results Not Typical

Another workout with Mike this morning. I got there and he was still training someone else- at 5:00 am! I did 3 minutes on the Elliptical until my knees started to burn, then 2 minutes running and 5 minutes walking on the treadmill until he was ready. Then we went downstairs to the little room.

Dum Dum Dummmmm (eerie music)

I hate/love the little room downstairs. The last time we worked out in the little room, I was sore for days, but it was a good kind of sore. We worked on that bouncy ball and I totally underestimated the workout that I got. So when Mike said we're going downstairs, I was a little apprehensive.

We started off on the straps that were attached to the steel column. 2 reps of 10 pullups with my body at a 45 degree angle. Then on my back with the squishy ball between my heels and my hands over my head. Alternate grabbing the ball and raising it over my head then bringing it back to my feet (situps.) 1 rep of 15. Laying on my back with a 10-lb. weight in each hand- raising it to the ceiling then pushing it further and twisting up, working the obliques. 1 rep of 15 for each side. Holding the bouncy ball against my lower back up against the wall and lowering to sitting squat. 2 reps of 15. Pushups- as many as I can do- which was 13! Twice! This is 5 more than I did at the evaluation. One heel on the half bouncy ball and the other leg in the air- pushing up with the bent leg- 2 reps of 15. This is where I pulled an inner thigh muscle and had to stretch it out. Leaning sideways on the squishy ball and raising my leg toes down for 1 rep of 15 each leg. Not as easy as it sounds. In fact, none of this is easy for me- I'm grotesculy out of shape, spastic and not flexible since I stopped yoga. Which I'm going to do every night at 11:00 pm. Just so that I can sleep well and move better.

After all this I did the inclined bike- Mike was concerned for the pulled muscle. 10 minutes on the bike and my legs turned to jelly. Going up the stairs at Penn Station almost had me in tears. Which proves to me I CAN'T go 4 days without working out...

Monday Tidbits

Instead of boring you with a play-by-play of my kids soccer games, or the most exciting things I do on the weekend, (laundry, dishes, soccer games) I think I'll feed you tidbits of some of the events and musings of the weekend.

Tidbit 1- Zombiegirl's team won their first Travel game of the season, 3-1 against Valley Stream. Off to a good start!

Tidbit 2- I convinced small children that a) the people in the low flying planes that flew over our soccer field can see us and were waving. At one point there were eight people waving at planes and not watching the game. B) If you spin around really, really fast, you'll lift off the ground, c) if you flip your hands up at a 90 degree angle when you're running you WILL slow down and d) that my house is haunted.

Tidbit 3- My husband is a much better cook than I am. This is evident by his meatballs. Which I HAD to taste.

Tidbit 4- Apocalypse Now (director's cut) is NOT my favorite movie.

Tidbit 5- Strange people use the laundromat. And it's expensive to wash a comforter.

Tidbit 6- I now know how to kill a maenad. I just have to change into a bull and convince her to marry me.

Tidbit 7- Time truly flies when you watch end-to-end episodes of the third season of Dexter. Which I DO love.

Tidbit 8- After 12 years of marriage, I would do it all over again with my hubby.

Tidbit 9- If I hear one more of my friends/acquaintances back out of doing something because "I work..." I will have to bitch slap them. I've been working full-time for 24 years and I have managed to: get married twice, have three kids, own a home, car and pets, have numerous yard sales, run two businesses, be a Girl Scout Leader, Sunday School Teacher, Soccer Mom and Class Parent many times over, write a blog, take pretty damn good care of my family and house AND go to the gym. Yes, I have flexibility at my job and a good support system at home. That does help. But I am just really SO very tired of the Primadonnas making excuses.

Tidbit 10- I am secretly married to Dan. My Facebook friend told me so.

That was my weekend in a nutshell. Comment if you're interested in any of the backstories!

Results Not Typical

I can't move. The ONLY thing that doesn't hurt on my body are my fingers. I'm sure my trainer, Mike C. will excersie those soon, too. My brain even hurts! I thought working out was supposed to clear the cobwebs out of your head. Oh, wait. I'm not working out right now...I'm in pain. Pain clouds the thought process, right? Right?

I'm going to list here for posterity the workout I get every time I go to the gym. This way I can remember what to do when my training sessions are over and maybe glean a little sympathy from you. Please? Just a little?

Okay, here goes. And it hurts to relive this...

  • 5 minutes on the treadmill to warm up. I can't figure out how to read how fast I'm going- I just know it's on "3.5." I'll check next time I go.
  • 3 reps of 12 bicep curls with 6lb. weights in each hand.
  • 3 reps of 12 shoulder presses with 6lb. weights in each hand.
  • 3 reps of 12 lateral raises with 6lb. weights in each hand.
  • 3 reps of 12 low row on rowing weight machine using 30lbs.
  • 3 reps of 12 Ab crunches using a 10lb. medicine ball. Alternating twisting then handing off to Mike.
  • 3 reps of 12 Ab crunches, legs raised, reach for toes.
  • 2 reps of 10 pull ups on this monster...The Gravitron.

(After a few reps on this, I couldn't even raise myself. Mike was lifting me with one hand...)

Followed by 6 minutes on the Elliptical machine. That's all I could take, my knees were burning.

I'm not complaining. (Well, a little.) I NEED to do this. I'm sick of my flabby body. I just haven't exerted myself this much in many, many years. Most of the time the pain feels good. I know it's doing SOMETHING. I just never expected the ache to be this bad. And I know it goes away. Usually just in time for another torture session.

Bask in my Awesomness, Please?

Look what I made. Go ahead, study. I'll wait.

Oh, and I made the messenger bag, too.

Thanks Heart of Mary for the awesome Tutorial. And thanks, God, for giving me Zombiegirl.

Happy first day of 5th grade!

Labor Day Weekend 2009

Oh! The intrigue. The backbiting. The alliances. The lies. The gossip. The scandals. The slander. The suspicion. The tyranny.

No, it's not another episode of Survivor.

It's kids soccer. And it's not the kids acting this way. Well, mostly not. It's the parents.

There's always one (or two or three) rabble rouser/trouble maker. The one (or two or three) that takes everything as an affront and tries to stir up discord. The one (or two or three) that irritates unneccesarily and causes grief for the rest of us.

Can't we just watch our kids play? They play so well we should be rejoicing in their talent, not on the sidelines plotting and scheming. I'm not saying I'm innocent in this, either. I get caught up in the bullshit very easily. But from here on in I'm going with the flow and I'm just going to be there for my kid. She deserves my full attention and support. So if you get in my face again, I'm stepping aside and ignoring you and cheering for my kid and her team. Go take your chicanery somewhere else.

(I've found Wondrous, isn't it? See? I didn't use the word awesome!)

So "Zombie #6" and her team played four games over Saturday and Sunday. 2 wins, 1 loss and 1 tie, which put them into 3rd place. This is the first time these girls have played together as a team since being picked for Travel. They were all wondrous but our new defensive player really stood out as the most exceptional. Pooda Girl #8 blew us away. Congrats, Nat! Keep up the good work!

We went out to the beach house after the games on Sunday. My in-laws and the kids were all there- the first time in years all the siblings (MR and his sisters) and their families have been out to the beach house. It was great spending time with the nephcies (nieces and nephew) at the beach. This is what went on while I was in bed with a migraine...

That's a bluefish. The blue Uncle Ray caught was even bigger.

After the beach Zombiegirl and I went to the outlets to pick up a few outfits for school. Tanger Outlet is 10 minutes from the beach house. It took two hours for us to hit two stores- parking was crazy, the customers were crazy and no one spoke english. But thanks to the cute boy in Justice for helping us find Z-girl's sweater. Next time we don't wait for the last minute.

All in all, it was a great weekend despite the bickering, the migraine and the crazy foreigners at the outlets. I got sunburned while at the soccer tourney, and when I got to the beach house, I noticed that my little frowny lines between my brows were white- I was scowling all day and sunburned that way. Lovely. Those kind of tan lines I don't want...

I Never Finish What I Start...

"By all these lovely tokens
September days are here,
With summer’s best of weather
And autumn’s best of cheer."
- Helen Hunt Jackson, September, 1830-1885

So I missed the last day of August blogging. So sue me. Things came up.

So I missed the first day of the month to update my 101 in 1001 Days. Things came up. So sue me.

I can never seem to finish what I start. Crafts, home improvement, life improvement and, recently, books, all seem to never...quite...get...finished. I have the best intentions then BAM! I get bored or sidetracked or distinterested. So I said here that I was going to use September to be anti-procrastination month. A new beginning or rather cleaning up some of the things I never finish.

So, audience who complains that I don't blog every day, here is my update on my 101 in 1001 Days. I'll only comment on stuff that I've accomplished/started:

3. I started back at the gym (yay!) I'm sore, but it feels so good. I actually laugh when I hit that rep that makes me feel the muscle work. This is a good start. I'm not afraid of the gym anymore. And a bonus! I have 17 training sessions! Seems they gave me 12 instead of 6, and I had 5 left over from two years ago. The manager that helped me was a total tool and told me the past training sessions were expired. So this will bring me into October working out 3 days a week! Bring on the sexy Halloween costume! Oh, and my trainer's name is Mike, and he's awesome!

4. Three days a week at the gym is a go! Just need to maintain it.

6. So far no cheating with any meat.

7. Have been having some sort of greens once a day.

8. I've only had one veggie burger at Cheeburger Cheeburger so far!

17. Am getting quotes, but haven't made a decision. Seems that our home isn't eleiglbe with a lot of insurance companies because of our closeness to the ocean. We'll keep trying...

21. The arrangements have been made to scatter mom's ashes and place the rest into their vault at Pinelawn. We'll be doing a beach thing on their 50th Wedding Anniversary and then two days later do something out at the cemetary. I have to find some pieces to read besides the one Mom requested Beena read from Desperate Housewives.

22. Been spending time with Dad- about once a week!

29. Made this week's meal plan and have been sticking to it. Just enlisted MR to make the meatballs for tonight. I'm going to make the meal plan every Saturday, so I can shop during the weekend.

33. Went camping with the soccer familia. Still need to blog about it.

41. I sold something on ETSY! I will definitely blog about the conclusion of this!

46. Started cleaning out sewing room. Yard Sale!

67. Got one tattoo.

90. I started my 100 list. Soon to be posted.

93. I started my sketchbook while camping. Notes on recipes and drinks as well as sketches.

I think this is a good start. And I'm going to try to post everyday, but at least I won't feel guilty if I don't. That was the whole point of NaBloPoMo. To get used to blogging every day. I have a lot of crap in my head I need to get out so there is enough fodder for a fresh blog post on a regular basis.

Now back to work...

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