Today is the "end" of Day 2 of my life change with diet and exercise. I have to say I am proud of myself. I exercised for 45 minutes using Walk Away the Pounds. It is a 3 mile aerobic walk. So worth it. I have ate pretty good today and not over did myself. Plus, I have drank my water.
The first few days are always the easiest for me. It is next week or when school starts for the kiddos that I will make more excuses.
I thought about buying something expensive to "fit" into. Then, I would have a goal. Well, besides the 40 extra lbs. hanging on my butt. I might look into it.
By the way, I have been eating a apple with peanut butter in the morning for breakfast. To those that just love this, you really should try the crunchy peanut butter. I accidentally bought, and hating to return anything....I am eating it. It is YUMMO on a apple.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Monday, July 20, 2009
Our First Date
Okay, back to the story of us. I took a break, but now, I am back and ready to continue.
David and I had our first day scheduled for January 2, 1999. We were suppose to go around 6 or 7. I cannot remember the exact time, but I know it was a dinner date. It ended up a early afternoon date. My grandfather was rushed to the hospital the night before and I was up all night before our date. If my grandfather was away or at the hospital, my grandmother hated being alone, so I or one of the other grandchildren would stay with her. So, I volunteered too. I called David to ask if we could go earlier and explained why. Sure he said and we agreed to meet at Wal-Mart at 3.
Wal-Mart you ask? Why Wal-Mart? Well, I was 20 at the time and David was 25. I was scared to death of the age difference. It seemed like such a big deal. Plus, I had never officially dated someone I didn't either grow up with or know for a long time before hand. So, taking note of all the self defense classes I had, I decided to meet at a general location. Then he couldn't stalk me. Yes, I thought enough of myself at the time to think he would stalk and possibly kill me. This cracks me up when I think back to it and wonder if I might be touched with a little craziness.
At 3, I pulled into Wal-mart. There David sat in his red honda hatch back talking to a friend. He acted like he could have cared less if I was there. He just kept talking. Then said to me, you can get in. Oh, how romantic. Boy, he was sweeping me off my feet now. Never had this happened to me. Not to toot my own horn, but everyone else I dated seemed excited to open the door for me or even glad I was there. After I "got in", he just kept talking like I wasn't even there. So, now I was getting annoyed.
When he finally decided to end his conversation and we were finally on our date. In keeping in tradition, we did the normal dinner/movie combo. Applebee's was "new" in our town, so we went there. Since, I was miffed to begin with, I decided to make it a miserable time and guarantee he would hate me by the end of the night. I began by stating I was not getting married. Only miserable people ended up married. Plus, I was way too young for such craziness. Also, I stated I was going to be a crazy cat lady with at least 25 cats and stay in my bath robe all day. More craziness rolled off my tognue than one can even begin to imagine.
After dinner, we headed to the mall for a movie. The Prince of Egypt. Customer Service employees got into the movie theatre for free. So, it was my "treat". I was exhausted by this point. If you know me, you know I have to have sleep. I am grumpy and will randomly fall asleep. Well, date night was no different. Not only did I doze off, I snored a little as well. I still couldn't tell you to this day what the movie was about. I either was too busy sleeping or concentrating on not following asleep. At one point, I remember saying to David, " I hope you aren't planning on trying to hold my hand or kiss me because I would rather you didn't." To which he replied, "Touching you is the last thing on my mind."
David took me to his friends house afterward. I do believe it was a mini payback for my attitude throughout the date. For one, I hate dogs. I am terrified beyond belief of them. His friend had like 5. I kept saying you know I am scared of dogs. Oh, these dogs are okay....They want bother you. Yeah, whatever. I could see the pure amusement in his eyes every time one of them got near me.
The date did end on a cordial note, but no one mentioned a second date or calls. I just remember saying thanks and bye. My grandmother immediately asked "Should I get out my dancing shoes?" I replied with "NO, there is no way I would ever marry him-much less go on a second date." David also headed back to the mall after our date to get the dirt on me from a friend. Once I found this out, I was livid. So, to me that I had sealed his fate.
God works in strange in crazy ways. David came to visit me the next day at work and ended up staying the whole time talking. Why, I have no idea, but he did. From that day on, we have not been apart.
David and I had our first day scheduled for January 2, 1999. We were suppose to go around 6 or 7. I cannot remember the exact time, but I know it was a dinner date. It ended up a early afternoon date. My grandfather was rushed to the hospital the night before and I was up all night before our date. If my grandfather was away or at the hospital, my grandmother hated being alone, so I or one of the other grandchildren would stay with her. So, I volunteered too. I called David to ask if we could go earlier and explained why. Sure he said and we agreed to meet at Wal-Mart at 3.
Wal-Mart you ask? Why Wal-Mart? Well, I was 20 at the time and David was 25. I was scared to death of the age difference. It seemed like such a big deal. Plus, I had never officially dated someone I didn't either grow up with or know for a long time before hand. So, taking note of all the self defense classes I had, I decided to meet at a general location. Then he couldn't stalk me. Yes, I thought enough of myself at the time to think he would stalk and possibly kill me. This cracks me up when I think back to it and wonder if I might be touched with a little craziness.
At 3, I pulled into Wal-mart. There David sat in his red honda hatch back talking to a friend. He acted like he could have cared less if I was there. He just kept talking. Then said to me, you can get in. Oh, how romantic. Boy, he was sweeping me off my feet now. Never had this happened to me. Not to toot my own horn, but everyone else I dated seemed excited to open the door for me or even glad I was there. After I "got in", he just kept talking like I wasn't even there. So, now I was getting annoyed.
When he finally decided to end his conversation and we were finally on our date. In keeping in tradition, we did the normal dinner/movie combo. Applebee's was "new" in our town, so we went there. Since, I was miffed to begin with, I decided to make it a miserable time and guarantee he would hate me by the end of the night. I began by stating I was not getting married. Only miserable people ended up married. Plus, I was way too young for such craziness. Also, I stated I was going to be a crazy cat lady with at least 25 cats and stay in my bath robe all day. More craziness rolled off my tognue than one can even begin to imagine.
After dinner, we headed to the mall for a movie. The Prince of Egypt. Customer Service employees got into the movie theatre for free. So, it was my "treat". I was exhausted by this point. If you know me, you know I have to have sleep. I am grumpy and will randomly fall asleep. Well, date night was no different. Not only did I doze off, I snored a little as well. I still couldn't tell you to this day what the movie was about. I either was too busy sleeping or concentrating on not following asleep. At one point, I remember saying to David, " I hope you aren't planning on trying to hold my hand or kiss me because I would rather you didn't." To which he replied, "Touching you is the last thing on my mind."
David took me to his friends house afterward. I do believe it was a mini payback for my attitude throughout the date. For one, I hate dogs. I am terrified beyond belief of them. His friend had like 5. I kept saying you know I am scared of dogs. Oh, these dogs are okay....They want bother you. Yeah, whatever. I could see the pure amusement in his eyes every time one of them got near me.
The date did end on a cordial note, but no one mentioned a second date or calls. I just remember saying thanks and bye. My grandmother immediately asked "Should I get out my dancing shoes?" I replied with "NO, there is no way I would ever marry him-much less go on a second date." David also headed back to the mall after our date to get the dirt on me from a friend. Once I found this out, I was livid. So, to me that I had sealed his fate.
God works in strange in crazy ways. David came to visit me the next day at work and ended up staying the whole time talking. Why, I have no idea, but he did. From that day on, we have not been apart.
Today is the Day....
Today is the day I start my/our 2 year plan. What 2 year plan you ask?? For one, we are ready to have our own home instead of renting. We are both tired of having to ask permission on doing this or that. We just want to be able to do it and not worry. So, we have given ourselves 2 years to make this happen. The savings begins today. No more buying crap just because we can. It will be hard, but so worth it.
Also, I begin my journey (again) to loose weight. I have 40 lbs. I want to loose. Since January I have lost around 25 lbs. ,but I haven't tried that hard. I just cut out somethings and then did this or that. Not anymore. I am staying faithful this time. So, writing about it will be my new food. I am going the low carb route and cutting out as much pre-packaged food as possible. I need to get rid of the crap anyway, so this is a good reason too. I am also cutting out all carbonation. Besides sweet tea, I love Coke like no bodies business. It is my down fall.
I don't want to feel so old anymore. I know the only way to accomplish this is too start from the inside and work my way out. So, here I go on my journey.......Lord knows I am strong the first few days and then BAM, it hits. That is when I will probably be writing about greasy potatoes or yummy cheese or a ice cold coke...........Yeah, I might have a addiction.
Also, I begin my journey (again) to loose weight. I have 40 lbs. I want to loose. Since January I have lost around 25 lbs. ,but I haven't tried that hard. I just cut out somethings and then did this or that. Not anymore. I am staying faithful this time. So, writing about it will be my new food. I am going the low carb route and cutting out as much pre-packaged food as possible. I need to get rid of the crap anyway, so this is a good reason too. I am also cutting out all carbonation. Besides sweet tea, I love Coke like no bodies business. It is my down fall.
I don't want to feel so old anymore. I know the only way to accomplish this is too start from the inside and work my way out. So, here I go on my journey.......Lord knows I am strong the first few days and then BAM, it hits. That is when I will probably be writing about greasy potatoes or yummy cheese or a ice cold coke...........Yeah, I might have a addiction.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
SHE"S BACK......
The door to door salesgirl that came to my door last night and is the product of my no solicitor sign on the door. CAME BACK TODAY!!!!
The first words out of her mouth were "Nice sign...funny...I know it isn't geared toward me because I made appointment."
Really, I didn't know I was giving those out. I had to fight the urge to say "Well, let me check the appointment book, but I just do not think we were seeing people today"
I kindly told her we didn't need a alarm system. I have a gun! =)
The first words out of her mouth were "Nice sign...funny...I know it isn't geared toward me because I made appointment."
Really, I didn't know I was giving those out. I had to fight the urge to say "Well, let me check the appointment book, but I just do not think we were seeing people today"
I kindly told her we didn't need a alarm system. I have a gun! =)
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Door to Door Salesmen/women
The days of door to door salesmen/saleswomen seem to be back. Well, at least in my neighborhood. I swear there isn't a day that goes by that someone doesn't knock on my door to show me their great gadget, sale their cleaner, or tell me all about their god. Amazingly enough until tonight, I have listened to everyone of them without interruption and then kindly refused. Now, I am over the niceness.
Tonight, a girl of all of 20 (maybe), rang my doorbell. I was giving the children a bath, so I looked at the window upstairs to see who it was. I figured that it was the kids up the street. At times, they do want the girls to play. (They are a few years older, so my kids are not on their list of playmates.) Well, from behind, it did look like a little girl, so I figure it was that. Then the doorbell rang again....nothing unusual. I just ignored it. Who cares, I am busy. Plus, I was talking to my brother on the phone. You know, multi-tasking. Then the pounding on my door like the fireman where here to save the day started. So, I ran down the steps to investigate.
I opened the door to find a girl of 20, metal clipboard(the kind that UPS or FedEx use to carry), wearing a shirt and hat that said APX. Now, remember I am on the phone too. It is my brother, so I knew he didn't mind listening. I say "yes". "Oh, I am so sorry to bother you I see that you are on the phone, but could I speak with you." "Nope, I am busy and plus, I have children in the bathtub." Actually, no one was in the tub at this time, but we were getting there. I actually was shocked at my words because for the most part, I am kind to the door to door salesman/woman. I figure they are just trying to make a living like everyone else. I am not buying, but I will listen. ( I am also a sap for kids selling anything.) She replies with "Is your husband available?" My brother starts laughing on the other end of the phone. He states "yeah, she doesn't want to talk to David" David is gone and I say nope. To which she says, "Not home or not available." Well, this rubs me the wrong way, not because she asked but because of her attitude behind it. It is snarky. My brother at this point is laughing. He finds humor in my misery. I of course tell her not available and remember, I have kids in the tub. I need to go. Well, what is a better time she asks. At this point, I am thinking a quarter to never. But like I said, I am generally kind to these people. So, I tell her anytime after 7. "I hate to tell you but it is like 8 pm and way past 7" This is where I get so pissed off that I could have twisted her metal clipboard into various shapes or animals like a clown does to balloons. I tell her one more time yes, I know that but like I said it is not a good time. I have kids in the bathtub and we are busy.
After she leaves and I return upstairs to my children, I start to get upset. What gall?? Why the attitude??? She was not doing me any favors by standing on my porch and pounding on my door. I have plenty of things to do beside listen to her spill. Her attitude is important to the sale. I guess this isn't something that they taught at her orientation. Of course, she could just be too young to realize this. I did google APX though. It is a security company and supposedly, there are many scams with people doing this. I truly do not know the girls intentions, so I hate to say she was trying to scam us.
After tonight, we did post this at our door:
No Solicitors
We do not need your cleaner, your gadget, your magazines, or your god, etc. etc. etc.
Also, the Wizard is not taking visitors today.
Tonight, a girl of all of 20 (maybe), rang my doorbell. I was giving the children a bath, so I looked at the window upstairs to see who it was. I figured that it was the kids up the street. At times, they do want the girls to play. (They are a few years older, so my kids are not on their list of playmates.) Well, from behind, it did look like a little girl, so I figure it was that. Then the doorbell rang again....nothing unusual. I just ignored it. Who cares, I am busy. Plus, I was talking to my brother on the phone. You know, multi-tasking. Then the pounding on my door like the fireman where here to save the day started. So, I ran down the steps to investigate.
I opened the door to find a girl of 20, metal clipboard(the kind that UPS or FedEx use to carry), wearing a shirt and hat that said APX. Now, remember I am on the phone too. It is my brother, so I knew he didn't mind listening. I say "yes". "Oh, I am so sorry to bother you I see that you are on the phone, but could I speak with you." "Nope, I am busy and plus, I have children in the bathtub." Actually, no one was in the tub at this time, but we were getting there. I actually was shocked at my words because for the most part, I am kind to the door to door salesman/woman. I figure they are just trying to make a living like everyone else. I am not buying, but I will listen. ( I am also a sap for kids selling anything.) She replies with "Is your husband available?" My brother starts laughing on the other end of the phone. He states "yeah, she doesn't want to talk to David" David is gone and I say nope. To which she says, "Not home or not available." Well, this rubs me the wrong way, not because she asked but because of her attitude behind it. It is snarky. My brother at this point is laughing. He finds humor in my misery. I of course tell her not available and remember, I have kids in the tub. I need to go. Well, what is a better time she asks. At this point, I am thinking a quarter to never. But like I said, I am generally kind to these people. So, I tell her anytime after 7. "I hate to tell you but it is like 8 pm and way past 7" This is where I get so pissed off that I could have twisted her metal clipboard into various shapes or animals like a clown does to balloons. I tell her one more time yes, I know that but like I said it is not a good time. I have kids in the bathtub and we are busy.
After she leaves and I return upstairs to my children, I start to get upset. What gall?? Why the attitude??? She was not doing me any favors by standing on my porch and pounding on my door. I have plenty of things to do beside listen to her spill. Her attitude is important to the sale. I guess this isn't something that they taught at her orientation. Of course, she could just be too young to realize this. I did google APX though. It is a security company and supposedly, there are many scams with people doing this. I truly do not know the girls intentions, so I hate to say she was trying to scam us.
After tonight, we did post this at our door:
No Solicitors
We do not need your cleaner, your gadget, your magazines, or your god, etc. etc. etc.
Also, the Wizard is not taking visitors today.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
The Story of Us.....The Call
The Call. To understand the call, you have to understand how I was raised. Girls did not call boys. I was not allowed to call boys. Until about 8th grade, I don't believe I even called a guy friend just to chat. So, even though I was in college & over this part of my life, I still felt odd and out of place calling.
I had determined to call when I went to work. No distractions and my parents none the wiser. I arrived at work to tell my friends what I had decided. My boss at the time said that is strange-someone called looking for you yesterday. She couldn't rememeber who, but she did rememeber the time. Luckily, we had caller ID. So, a few flips back and BINGO, I have what I needed. I was a nervous wreck. I had no idea why. I had called "boys" before. No big deal. Main reason for my tension was I had no idea what to say. No reason behind my call-NOTHING.
The phone rang maybe about 3 times. His mom answered. It was a short conversation. David was out, so it was easy. Now, to come up with a reason later. Much to my disappointment, he never returned my call until the next day.
I received the call while I was in the bath tub. I heard my Mom say No, she isn't available. Okay. Next, she is knocking on the bath room door to tell me that someone called from Northeast, his name was David, he sounds older, and he called you Patricia. I will never forget my mom's next words....."Patty, are you in some kind of trouble?" No one ever called my Patricia, unless it was official. I tried countless times in college to "change" it to Patricia.....No one but David played along. He doesn't call me that anymore, but it is one of my favorite memories.
Really, I do not even know what we talked about when we actually talked. I do remember being nervous. Extremely nervous. Why?? I had no idea and it bugged me to death. Unlike many other guys at the time, David seemed so disinterested. Like he could have careless if I dropped off the face of the earth. At times, no matter how much I flirted with him, it was like it bounced off of him like nothing. Whatever or why he did this, I am so glad. It worked!!
I had determined to call when I went to work. No distractions and my parents none the wiser. I arrived at work to tell my friends what I had decided. My boss at the time said that is strange-someone called looking for you yesterday. She couldn't rememeber who, but she did rememeber the time. Luckily, we had caller ID. So, a few flips back and BINGO, I have what I needed. I was a nervous wreck. I had no idea why. I had called "boys" before. No big deal. Main reason for my tension was I had no idea what to say. No reason behind my call-NOTHING.
The phone rang maybe about 3 times. His mom answered. It was a short conversation. David was out, so it was easy. Now, to come up with a reason later. Much to my disappointment, he never returned my call until the next day.
I received the call while I was in the bath tub. I heard my Mom say No, she isn't available. Okay. Next, she is knocking on the bath room door to tell me that someone called from Northeast, his name was David, he sounds older, and he called you Patricia. I will never forget my mom's next words....."Patty, are you in some kind of trouble?" No one ever called my Patricia, unless it was official. I tried countless times in college to "change" it to Patricia.....No one but David played along. He doesn't call me that anymore, but it is one of my favorite memories.
Really, I do not even know what we talked about when we actually talked. I do remember being nervous. Extremely nervous. Why?? I had no idea and it bugged me to death. Unlike many other guys at the time, David seemed so disinterested. Like he could have careless if I dropped off the face of the earth. At times, no matter how much I flirted with him, it was like it bounced off of him like nothing. Whatever or why he did this, I am so glad. It worked!!
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
My Son The Buggy Hater
Okay, so I believe my son has it out for me. He has now decided that he does not like buggies at the store. He refuses to sit in them. I try everything. Keys, phone, toys, candy, etc. NOTHING works. I have tried carrying him, pushing the buggy and keeping up with either Lorelai or both of the girls. It doesn't work. I am not a pack mule. I have tried letting him scream and acting like I have no idea what he is doing. You know, I keep pushing ahead while complete strangers give me the "Shut the Kid Up" look. Most of the time I give them a BIG smile and push on. Sometimes, I give them the look of distaste. Do you really think I haven't tried everything???
The thing is I don't remember the girls doing this to me. I don't remember the screams like he has. Here is my two theories: 1. I have blocked this from my memory and the girls "never" did this. 2. The boy has me right where he wants me. I am putting my money on #2. For some reason, he can do things I would never let the girls get away with. Is itthe mommy-son thing? I don't know. He has me where he wants me though.
Some say the more kids you have-the more you just don't care about somethings. I can see that. Once they out number you, it gets harder and harder. I cannot seem to find enough hands, ears, laps, cookies, tissues, drinks, etc. If the buggy situation had arose with the girls, I would have left the store in disgust and they would have been trouble. Now, I just cannot find the time to do that and get everything else done. So, who suffers here, David Marshall, Me, The Girls, or the people in the store who have to hear the cries of my son as I get just as stubborn as him. Yeah, I think he has me right where he wants me.......
The thing is I don't remember the girls doing this to me. I don't remember the screams like he has. Here is my two theories: 1. I have blocked this from my memory and the girls "never" did this. 2. The boy has me right where he wants me. I am putting my money on #2. For some reason, he can do things I would never let the girls get away with. Is itthe mommy-son thing? I don't know. He has me where he wants me though.
Some say the more kids you have-the more you just don't care about somethings. I can see that. Once they out number you, it gets harder and harder. I cannot seem to find enough hands, ears, laps, cookies, tissues, drinks, etc. If the buggy situation had arose with the girls, I would have left the store in disgust and they would have been trouble. Now, I just cannot find the time to do that and get everything else done. So, who suffers here, David Marshall, Me, The Girls, or the people in the store who have to hear the cries of my son as I get just as stubborn as him. Yeah, I think he has me right where he wants me.......
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