Today I had a certain kind of doctor appointment. The kind you only go to once a year and pretty much dread it, unless you are pregnant, then it might be kind of cool. Except, most of the time you still dread it, or that just might be me.
When I got dressed today I tried to think of an outfit that would work for both a playdate this morning and a doctor's appointment this afternoon. Mostly, I wanted easy slip on shoes, that would then be easy to slip off. But I was running late and most of my clothes were dirty. Instead of jeans and Danskos I ended up in a skirt with leggings and boots. So, not what I had in mind, but it was 9:00 and I had to have the kids in the car by 9:30.
Walking back to the exam room, the nurse told me I could put my things in the room before being weighed. Aahh, the dreaded moment had come. Should I take the time to take off my boots in order to reduce the number that would appear on the scale? I had to make a split second decision, and I decided to just go with it. Because, seriously, how much do my boots weigh?
As I stepped on the scale and waited for the number, the nurse said, "Wow, look at you all confident. You didn't even hesitate to get on that scale. You are the first person all day to not take their shoes off".
Huh. I just laughed and said, "Well, I just figured it is what it is". I didn't say that it seemed silly to take the time to take off my boots. The nurse proceeded to tell me about the woman who removed not only her shoes, but every piece of jewelry she had on. Because, really your ring weighs at least 5 pounds.
The number that came up was not a number I wanted to see but since it was 3:30 in the afternoon, after my second triple tall latte, and a bagel and cream cheese for lunch, I figured "it is what it is".
The nurse tagged me as her best patient for the day. I felt honored. I did not tell her that if they had been my Danskos they would have been off. Because those really do weight 5 pounds, at least.
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Mars and Venus
Years ago I remember the book that came out, Men Are from Mars, Women Are from Venus, and how popular it was. I believe it even was the basis for a sitcom. I never read it, but I think I can sum it up in one sentence. Men and women are very different, almost as if they are from different planets.
This was never more apparent to me until this weekend, when Brandon and I found ourselves kidless. After driving the kids all the way to my mom's and back, we walked into the house and immediately went in two different directions. I had been counting down the minutes until I returned home, kid-free. I put on my slippers, found my favorite blanket, grabbed my book and planted myself on the couch. It was 3:00 in the afternoon and I had no one I had to take care of. I was going to read, maybe take a short nap, watch Grey's Anatomy, stare out the window, whatever.
Brandon on the over hand, it was if he was on crack. As I am relaxing and enjoying my downtime, Brandon goes to the library. Then he goes to a friend's house to help fix his bike. Then Brandon comes back home, but only for a minute. Now he is off to the beer store, with Elsie.
It is at this point, I roll over on the couch, put the pillow on my head, and yell, "I"M SLEEPING". I do not understand this restless energy that Brandon has. Sit down, read a book, work on the computer, just settle down. I am pretty sure he is thinking, why is she still to the couch? Get up, do something, there are no kids here!
By 6:30, Brandon had released all his pent-up energy, and I had woken up from my nap and regained some energy. We ended the night at one of our favorite pre-kids restaurants, enjoying a leisurely meal.
It took us some time to reach the same place, but we finally did. And it was lovely.
This was never more apparent to me until this weekend, when Brandon and I found ourselves kidless. After driving the kids all the way to my mom's and back, we walked into the house and immediately went in two different directions. I had been counting down the minutes until I returned home, kid-free. I put on my slippers, found my favorite blanket, grabbed my book and planted myself on the couch. It was 3:00 in the afternoon and I had no one I had to take care of. I was going to read, maybe take a short nap, watch Grey's Anatomy, stare out the window, whatever.
Brandon on the over hand, it was if he was on crack. As I am relaxing and enjoying my downtime, Brandon goes to the library. Then he goes to a friend's house to help fix his bike. Then Brandon comes back home, but only for a minute. Now he is off to the beer store, with Elsie.
It is at this point, I roll over on the couch, put the pillow on my head, and yell, "I"M SLEEPING". I do not understand this restless energy that Brandon has. Sit down, read a book, work on the computer, just settle down. I am pretty sure he is thinking, why is she still to the couch? Get up, do something, there are no kids here!
By 6:30, Brandon had released all his pent-up energy, and I had woken up from my nap and regained some energy. We ended the night at one of our favorite pre-kids restaurants, enjoying a leisurely meal.
It took us some time to reach the same place, but we finally did. And it was lovely.
Friday, February 17, 2012
A Riddle For You
I realize I have been very tardy in writing any new posts. I have things to say, and blog posts have formed in my mind, but tonight I am too tired.
Instead I will leave you with a riddle:
What do you get when you add a toddler with severe intestinal troubles (think giardia) with a mom who has a serious stuffed up nose and can not smell anything?
Answer:
Some seriously nasty sores
Oh, was that too much information for you? So sorry, but it's late, my week has been spent changing one disgusting diaper after the other, dealing with an almost 5 year old with an ear infection, and an almost 7 who didn't want to go to school or stay home or eat breakfast or play or do anything but watch TV.
Plus, I am still waiting for the lab to call and let me know if someone other then the dog has giardia in this house.
Instead I will leave you with a riddle:
What do you get when you add a toddler with severe intestinal troubles (think giardia) with a mom who has a serious stuffed up nose and can not smell anything?
Answer:
Some seriously nasty sores
Oh, was that too much information for you? So sorry, but it's late, my week has been spent changing one disgusting diaper after the other, dealing with an almost 5 year old with an ear infection, and an almost 7 who didn't want to go to school or stay home or eat breakfast or play or do anything but watch TV.
Plus, I am still waiting for the lab to call and let me know if someone other then the dog has giardia in this house.
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Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Happy Valentines Day!
Because it is 'Second Tuesday' a monthly event where Brandon goes out with a close friend, we decided earlier to treat the boys to dinner out tonight. Unfortunately, we choose the same place as everyone else in town. Since, waiting an hour for dinner at 6:00 is not an option, we had to compromise *ahem* bribe the kids. We ate at a restaurant close to home and finished the dinner with their choice of ice cream: Molly Moons or Baskin Robbins.
Guess which one they choose!
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| And, yes, that is ice cream on his head. |
Hope all of you are enjoying your Valentines Day!
Thursday, February 9, 2012
My Valentines
Look at these two adorable boys, all dressed up for Valentine's Day
Oh, wait, it's just their Christmas shirt, or as Finn calls it, "his ho shirt"
Well, at least it is red, that is somewhat valentine-related, right?
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Two Things
First, as I was walking near the mall today I saw this:
And I had to stop and take a picture, because REALLY?! Azteca is the #1 Mexican restaurant on our side of the mountains? I'm pretty sure the taco truck parked outside Home Depot has better food. Sorry, if I offended any of you die-hard Azteca-lovers, out there. But, it really doesn't qualify for the #1 spot.
Second, I did a double take at this:
Because I swear, this is something one of you serious DIY-ers would see, snap up, take before pictures of, reupholster in amazing fabric you have on hand, take after pictures, and post on your blogs. Then it would be pinned to Pinterest, because it would be that amazing.
I, on the other hand would haul it to my basement, where it would sit for years, until Brandon asks, "What were you thinking?"
Um, it had good bones? And it was free?
In other news, we had our first picnic outside today and it was marvelous. Made me wish this weather was here to stay.
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| Sorry for the glare, but as I was taking this picture the boys were on their way to Target. |
Second, I did a double take at this:
Because I swear, this is something one of you serious DIY-ers would see, snap up, take before pictures of, reupholster in amazing fabric you have on hand, take after pictures, and post on your blogs. Then it would be pinned to Pinterest, because it would be that amazing.
I, on the other hand would haul it to my basement, where it would sit for years, until Brandon asks, "What were you thinking?"
Um, it had good bones? And it was free?
In other news, we had our first picnic outside today and it was marvelous. Made me wish this weather was here to stay.
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Stop Following Me!
Please, I am begging you! Don't follow me on Pinterest. I don't understand what it is, or what it is for, or how to use it, or really what the point of it all is. I'm not even sure how to say it. My mind immediately thinks: pine-trest. Which, obviously makes no sense, and also shows you my very week phonic skills. I think it is supposed to be: pin-terest. Get it, PIN-terest, something you are interested in that you pin?
I only signed on to Pinterest because a good friend of mine was on FB begging for an invitation. I had one in my inbox but had never finished the registration process, because it freaked me out. But that night I decided to. I went to the site, created a profile, and began pinning away!
But that is the problem, and the reason you need to stop following me. I have only pinned one thing. Some weird little candle votive idea that I needed for MOPS. That was the one and only time I have been on Pinterest. But everyday I get a new email that someone is following me.
Please, stop!! I have nothing pinned, I will have nothing pinned, I really truly do not get this whole thing that is Pinterest! You are just simply "pinning" pictures of things you like? Not the directions on how to do it, or even a reason why, aside from "so cute!" or "I love this" or "I want this". Which, is just really weird to me.
I've embraced the whole blogging world (obviously) which I use to think was bizarre, but this Pinterest thing, I just can not understand it.
P.S. Even though I just typed "Pinterest" 6 or 7 times, I still think it should be "Pine-trest". It's just easier to say. Maybe I'll start my own website, Pine-trest: dedicated to all those who struggle with phonetics and finding things to pin. Although, that may be a very small group of people. Like, just 1.
I only signed on to Pinterest because a good friend of mine was on FB begging for an invitation. I had one in my inbox but had never finished the registration process, because it freaked me out. But that night I decided to. I went to the site, created a profile, and began pinning away!
But that is the problem, and the reason you need to stop following me. I have only pinned one thing. Some weird little candle votive idea that I needed for MOPS. That was the one and only time I have been on Pinterest. But everyday I get a new email that someone is following me.
Please, stop!! I have nothing pinned, I will have nothing pinned, I really truly do not get this whole thing that is Pinterest! You are just simply "pinning" pictures of things you like? Not the directions on how to do it, or even a reason why, aside from "so cute!" or "I love this" or "I want this". Which, is just really weird to me.
I've embraced the whole blogging world (obviously) which I use to think was bizarre, but this Pinterest thing, I just can not understand it.
P.S. Even though I just typed "Pinterest" 6 or 7 times, I still think it should be "Pine-trest". It's just easier to say. Maybe I'll start my own website, Pine-trest: dedicated to all those who struggle with phonetics and finding things to pin. Although, that may be a very small group of people. Like, just 1.
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