Well, before you could say Mambo Italiano, all the boys and girls were jockeying for their turn.
Well, before you could say Mambo Italiano, all the boys and girls were jockeying for their turn.
Remember the other day when I proclaimed how I was trying to be more purposeful/intentional with my mornings, and hopefully therefore my entire days? Well, I stumbled a little right out of the gate. In the spirit of full disclosure I will tell you I spent most of Wednesday finishing Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (#5), mourning the ending (I was not prepared for THAT, *sob*), reconciling my feelings about Harry and his friends, their future, taking a deep cleansing breath and diving into HP #6 (the Half Blood Prince).
Aren't you proud of me?
I tried to talk to Scott about everything that has happened to Harry and his friends and explain my surprise realization of how attached I have become to HP and crew (and the fact JK Rowling made me cry). He was trying to be a good sport, but he shut me down pretty quickly and said he wanted to watch the movies (from #4 on). As fate would have it, Netflix had sent HP and the Goblet of Fire so we decided to watch it after bible class and bedtime for A. last night. I even popped popcorn! (Well, the microwave did). Annelise, of course, had her popcorn radar out and came downstairs asking, "What smells like popcorn?" 820 times and we ignored her queries and told her to scoot on back to bed. As I was munching I kept thinking, "Man, this is good for 95% fat-free kettle corn! Why are my fingers getting so greasy? ", but I kept on smacking. Turns out it was not the fat-free version. Oh well, it was good.
Not even halfway through the movie Scott started remembering that he had watched HPATGOF on PPV back in the day (back when I scoffed at all the HP obsessed fans and all the HP brouhaha), so since it was getting late (we are such party poopers) he said I could finish watching it at my leisure. He did promise to join me for HPATOOTP when it arrives from Netflix.
Anyway, thank goodness the Lord's mercies are new every morning and I took advantage...
(No, it's not just a re-posting of Tuesday's photo even though I know it looks eerily similar. Today I wore pink.)
Later, after I rinsed some of the sweat off, and started making Annelise's breakfast (scrambled egg & assorted sides again, can I get a HOLLA?), Annelise busied herself drawing something. When I was cleaning up she sneaked her little mailbox onto the counter with *mail* for me. Can you tell that's us? I want to remember moments and pictures like this when, probably not too far in the distant future, she is rolling her eyes and embarrassed by my very being.
After a quick blow dry of my sweaty hair edges, a spritz or two of Bath & Body Works Sea Island Cotton and throwing on a jacket over my tank, I was ready to take A. to school and hit HEB. Early-ish morning is the best time to shop our closest HEB, otherwise it's packed and hair-pulling worthy. I love HEB's produce and brand selection, things are usually easy to find--there is logic to their shelf stocking, and I can usually find everything we need (except for turkey pepperoni, what's up HEB?) Everything was fine and dandy and I was heading to the check out when another cashier popped over to *help* me unload my cart.
I found myself clenching not only the cart handle but some body parts too.
Soon my cart was empty and all of my groceries were in a hodge podge pile on the conveyor belt like my cart had vomited. There was no organized grouping of produce, dairy, meat, pantry items, etc.
I somehow managed to thank her between my clenched teeth and tried to block the experience from my mind.
Things got worse when my bagger applied absolutely no logic or reason to his bagging duties. Please, please, utilize the strength and capacity of my canvas bags (and I'm begging), don't stuff two bags of Sun Chips, one bag of granola and (my new favorite) whole wheat sandwich thins (have y'all tried these? they are round and less bread-y--perfect for sandwiches), call it done and place everything else in 15 separate plastic bags.
Cue more clenching.
And my passive aggressive singing (in my head) of Supertramp's Logical Song.
Now I guess I better scurry off to make my afternoon a little more intentional too. Or at least shower. Stay tuned...Annelise and her Kindergarten posse have their first field trip tomorrow to Mario's Flying Pizza and I am one of the drivers.
I predict more clenching.
Instead of lacing up my running shoes this morning when my alarm went off like I had planned, I talked myself into settling back into bed with Harry Potter #5, a cat and my coffee beside me. I could (should) have done my bible study lesson, but Harry's pull was way too strong.
Soon it was time to make our way to school.
I trudged back home (well, my car did).
And then I see Tom Cruise doing his fake emotional thing (he really only has two acting ranges, angry with the hands (like angry Jazz Hands) and fake crying with bottled tears threatening to slip from his lids) and Demi Moore back when she looked like herself.
But back to me.
I have not done a planned grocery shopping trip in, oh, maybe two weeks.
That is not to say I haven't popped in to buy essentials like Double Stuf (what's with the cutesy--but wrong--spelling of double stuffed?) Oreos (golden--they are like slices of heaven and regular) and odds and ends like bread, eggs, sandwich meat, milk, and maybe a fruit or vegetable here or there.
Therefore, I haven't cooked a real meal, in, oh, what might be just this side of forever.
We have been existing on cereal, sandwiches, take-out or eating out.
I'm somehow scraping together lunches for Annelise.
I have not done any form of exercise in over a week.
I am in the midst of some sort of downward spiral of binging on sweets (see above Double Stuf Oreo confession and emergency candy purchased at CVS) .
It's making me lethargic and cranky, yet I can't seem to stop. Oh, and puffy, let's not forget puffy.
I've done my bible study lesson each morning this week, yet I feel like it's just something I'm crossing off my list. Maybe that's better than not doing anything at all, but I wish I felt it more.
Yeah, it's a state of my heart.
I feel like I'm failing my family. And my friends.
I know I'm not trying very hard.
I haven't taken very many pictures lately, not even documenting the random daily stuff. That makes me sad.
I woke up this morning and stepped in cat poo (at least on my flip-flop).
Before I cleaned it up (in my defense, I covered it with a paper towel and was going to pick it up right after I made Annelise's breakfast and lunch. I know, either way, ewww.) Sadie, our dog, ate it.
Animals are gross.
Annelise is scared to play outside lately after two sightings of this certain poisonous breed of caterpillar.
Scott planted tomatoes, squash, zucchini, cucumbers and sunflowers in our little garden last weekend while I was at the Ladies' Retreat.
I obsess about apostrophe usage. It bothers me when people misuse or totally abandon its usage in contractions or to show possession. Shouldn't it be Ladies' Retreat since it's the retreat for the ladies?
I'm finally on Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (#5).
Have you heard of Vampire Weekend? (It's a band and I'm currently infatuated with them.)
I think I'm going to have to break up with glee. I know. Believe me, I don't want to, but I think they are really pushing the acceptable envelope of hanky-panky and suggestive behavior (both teenage and adult) and it's really bothering me.
But then that would mean I'd probably have to break up with Friday Night Lights, Mad Men, and a few others too.
Not that I'm in any way perfect (hello, have you met me?), but sometimes it hits me over the head that some of the things I watch on TV and listen to on my iPod are really not appropriate. Yet, of course, I enjoy them, and therefore don't want to give them up.
Human behavior stinks sometimes.
And that's the truth.
There's a local Italian restaurant that is not part of the corporate chain gain, it's more of a mom and pop organization. Nothing fancy but still tasty Italian food at reasonable prices. We're fans.
Annelise is too, ever since the last time we visited and the sweet waitress brought her a coloring book (not just a page), blank paper and Crayola twistables. Plus there's the pink lemonade and Make Your Own Pizza Night for the kidlets (Tuesday, if you're interested).
We planned to go last week but our plans we're derailed when Annelise had to go visit the principal, and not just in the hi, how're you doing kind of way. Apparently she was running in the cafeteria and continued to talk after being told to stop, so she and another hoodlum had to go talk to the principal and sit in isolation during lunch the next day. Now, to me, I agree this seems a little extreme because it's not like she was staging a food fight or kindergarten mutiny or anything, but I think they (the lunchroom staff) were trying to make an impression. I'm okay with that. My poor hoodlum was upset the rest of the afternoon, sat out during recess (her choice), burst into tears upon entering the car and cried almost until Scott got home.
I think she got the message.
Anyway, we didn't want to reward her hoodlum-ness with make your own pizza night, so we waited until this week.
Her clothespin stayed on green (two days in a row!) and so we celebrated.
Small victories, people.
This afternoon, after a stressful day in Kindergarten for the hip-high crowd and refrigerator angst for me (thankfully all is well now, $300 later of course) we took a short literary break this afternoon.
With me on the recliner and Annelise sprawled on the beanbag that mysteriously appeared downstairs moments after I suggested she grab a few books and get comfy, we each escaped into our books.
Well, there's my latest hodge with a side of podge. What's new with you?
Fasten your seat belt, it's going to be a bumpy night. (man, I love Bette Davis)
*I ran this morning for the first time since the race on Sunday. It felt surprisingly good. This was probably a combination of a distance of only 3 miles instead of 13.1 and a cool breeze instead of a sauna, but still, it was a good run.
*Fat Bottomed Girls by Queen can be a highly motivating running song.
*I do need some new running tunes to add to my play lists though. Any faves to share?
*You know I am a fan of running skirts, but I'm also a fan of Nike tempo track shorts. They are cool, breezy and quite comfy. I'm a little more thigh-paranoid when I wear them (also self-conscious of the right side muffin-top--did you know I'm uneven?--since they hit more on the hip), but love them anyway (the shorts, I still need to learn to love my thighs). I only have one pair, basic black, but have promised myself a new pair--with accent color--soon.
*I'm experiencing a bit of an annoying tingly numbing sensation on my right foot/toes when I run. I don't think my laces are too tight, but my shoes are still new, so that might be part of it.
*Near the end of the race Sunday I noticed I had developed sausage fingers, which pretty much freaked me out since it's never happened before. I imagined myself passing out and lying by the side of the road and the medical motorcycles having to come and get me. Later that day things returned to normal, so I'm not sure what it was. Dehydration? Sodium out of whack?
*I wish I was more low-maintenance because all the running/exercise combined with higher temps which leads to sweatier, mangier hair faster which requires more frequent shampoos and therefore more blow-drying and flat-ironing, which leads to more sweating. It's a vicious cycle. It makes me cranky.
*Last night was just filled to overflowing with TV goodness (I realize how lame this might sound). I kept checking the DVR to make sure everything was set to record and there wouldn't be any DVR timer crisis (again, so lame, but true).
*Glee is back. That is all.
*Kate Gosselin REALLY needs to be kicked off DWTS. Why is she STILL there? Why was she even there in the first place? Well, exploitation of course. Do viewers feel really sympathy for her and keep voting for her? People, please! It's a freak show.
*I don't know if anyone noticed the absence of my LOST thoughts recently, or if anyone cares (don't all respond at once, it might crash the system), but lately I haven't been feeling the LOST recap mojo. I think I'm in a period of early mourning or something. I've been savoring each episode though and soaking up each moment of perfect LOST television. And wanting to reach through the screen to give Hurley and Desmond (DESMOND!!) big ol' bear hugs.
*It's official, I am hooked, okay, obsessed with playing Words With Friends on my iPhone. It's still new to me, and I'm slowly learning the strategies, but it's loads of fun if you like Scrabble. (I'm also a fan of run-on sentences, commas and the word and.) Are you playing too? Wanna play a game with me? I'm Holly68.
Hmm...looks like that's all I've got for now, which as it turns out is not that much after all.
Happy Wednesday, folks!
Here's Angie atop a fire truck's cherry picker (she and her hubs are also volunteer firefighters) signaling the start of the race. Sweet.
While not my best performance, and I'm still bitter about the heat, this race served as a spark to get me back into running. To remind me that I do in fact love running (even though I whine sometimes), that training can not be skipped, and that I am capable of doing hard things. It also reminds me to be thankful for the ability to run and the fact that my body still shows up and participates even when I don't always take the best care of it.
Like, for instance, devouring the post-race hot dog, plain Lays potato chips and Circle K cola like it was the best food ever. At that particular moment, it was.
Well, I guess when you're in Kindergarten you probably don't have a date book.
Since it was a lovely spring day, your mom was feeling human again (thanks to a big swig of Imodium A.D.) and your dad took the day off work, you go to the zoo of course!
And this time you actually go inside. Which is, of course, a bonus.
First things first, you must get a lay of the land, gather your bearings, plot a course of attack. This requires focused concentration. How thrilled are we that she can read now?
Thanks to the popularity of Meerkat Manor (at least in our house, however I've never quite recovered since the death of Flower), we decided to visit the meerkats first.We paused for a family portrait in front of the graceful giraffes. As I was attempting to take a self-portrait--granted it was quite a challenge to get all of us and a giraffe--a passerby offered to take our picture. Instead of trying to explain the concept and philosophy of self-portraits, I handed her my camera and said thank you. Next we paid our respects to the Asian elephants, including the baby of the bunch. Isn't it cute? What looked like a perfect opportunity for a photograph resulted in this:
Obviously stopping for 45 seconds to pose for a picture put a cramp in her zoo animal viewing schedule and so she gave me the Plastic Fantastic Mannequin Wannabe smile. I'm learning I have to capture her when she least expects it, otherwise I get the mannequin pose. Sigh.
Which way to the monkeys? Better check the map again...