It's Monday again after a super busy, but super fun weekend. I'll just say my laundry mostly consisted of beach towels and I had to shake off, dust off, or wash off about 4.8 pounds of sand from every beach toy, little girl or cooler that we brought to the beach this weekend. I'm parched, my skin a bit sunburned and now I sit gearing up for my last full week of work.
The past week and this week, my blogging life is being pushed aside so I can finish up some projects at work that need be turned over to other people at the end of the week. There's a lot I've taken on and want to finish before I can feel good about passing the torch. So please hang in there with me, I'll try and sneak away for some moments here and there to catch up on what my peeps are doing out there. Just know I miss you all and I'll be headed your way soon.
Have a great week. Make it successful and remember it's not impossible it's I'm Possible.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Kinda Like the Olden Days
I can't believe the first thing I shoved in my pie whole this morning was a chocolate chip cookie. What's up with that?
Oh well... I'll move forward and call it what it is. A disgusting move. Funny thing is, about 6 months ago that occurrence wouldn't have been anything out of the ordinary. If fact, not only would I have had one chocolate chip cookie, but more likely, several.
It's amazing that's how I was treating my body. I'm glad I'm not back there any more and have made really great strides in the right direction. In in return my body is thanking me. I am no longer as sluggish, no longer as tired and my overall sense of well being and spirit is far better than it was not all that long ago.
Oh well... I'll move forward and call it what it is. A disgusting move. Funny thing is, about 6 months ago that occurrence wouldn't have been anything out of the ordinary. If fact, not only would I have had one chocolate chip cookie, but more likely, several.
It's amazing that's how I was treating my body. I'm glad I'm not back there any more and have made really great strides in the right direction. In in return my body is thanking me. I am no longer as sluggish, no longer as tired and my overall sense of well being and spirit is far better than it was not all that long ago.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
The Past Meets The Present
On Sunday The Husband and I went out with another couple on our monthly, let's get stupid because we don't have the monkeys with us, night out. We went to a local brewery where I indulged in a couple mango margaritas, some nachos, steak bites and a whole bunch of nonsense. Super fun night. As we were leaving I ran into a guy that at one time, when I was single and fun, had a HUGE crush on and had actually had a drunken booty call with. Yep, had sex with him. We chatted for awhile, I introduced The Husband and our friends, we kissed cheeks and parted ways.
Off we went to our next destination just down the street and what is there but yet another guy I had hooked up with. Once again, when I was single and fun. Oh lordy. The Husband and the other couple all know him, but no one knows of our little evening of adult fun. We all chatted for a few minutes trying to fill the conversation with witty banter, we kissed cheeks and parted ways.
That was two in one night!!! And it's not like my list is all that long. Sheesh! Just so you all don't think I'm some loosey goosie, here's my story, the short version of a long tale.
All through college, I dated one guy. On paper he was the perfect match. He had moral values that matched mine, he was kind, he loved his parents and family, had an MBA, owned his own business but still balanced having fun. On our last summer together, we camped from the top of Washington State all the way down the Oregon Coast and into California. We sadly parted ways at the end of the trip. He was headed back to Hawaii and I wanted to stay on the Mainland. It was hard but we were just on different paths. In our tearful good-byes we knew our lives were not meant to be with each other.
After him, I dated a string of one not appropriate guy after another. There were probably 3 all told. Until I met Steve when I was in my late 20's. He was the one that really made a difference in my life. He was a renaissance man. He loved wine, fine foods, art. He knew about so much, he was incredibly smart. He was different from the rest. I spent 7 years with him. I fell in love. He broke my heart. We sat in the counselor's office, me on the couch, he on the chair, she facilitating his dirty work. I can still hear the words,
"Steve, do you see a future with her?"
"No"
My last words to him that day were, "make sure you pay the nice lady." I walked out of that torture chamber and onto the rest of my life. A better person for having been there.
I was in my mid 30's, single, recovering from a heart-ache that seemed to last too long but those words burned in my ears. There was no going back. I relied on friends to keep me busy and my mind occupied. I learned who I was without anyone in my life and I met a whole new set of people that knew me and didn't know that at one time I was a part of a couple. I had my identity and I was happier than I could imagine. I was fun and I was single. I was living life on my terms and in this time of glorious singlehood was when I hooked up with the two guys we ran into on Sunday. It was also the time when I met The Husband. Who, by the way I did not have a drunken booty call with. I made him wait.
It's still awkward for me to see people I've shared those intimacies with and especially awkward when The Husband is there. I'm not sure why but I suspect it's because I can't imagine going back to those days of being single and fun because now, I'm married, thankfully to the right man, but still fun.
Off we went to our next destination just down the street and what is there but yet another guy I had hooked up with. Once again, when I was single and fun. Oh lordy. The Husband and the other couple all know him, but no one knows of our little evening of adult fun. We all chatted for a few minutes trying to fill the conversation with witty banter, we kissed cheeks and parted ways.
That was two in one night!!! And it's not like my list is all that long. Sheesh! Just so you all don't think I'm some loosey goosie, here's my story, the short version of a long tale.
All through college, I dated one guy. On paper he was the perfect match. He had moral values that matched mine, he was kind, he loved his parents and family, had an MBA, owned his own business but still balanced having fun. On our last summer together, we camped from the top of Washington State all the way down the Oregon Coast and into California. We sadly parted ways at the end of the trip. He was headed back to Hawaii and I wanted to stay on the Mainland. It was hard but we were just on different paths. In our tearful good-byes we knew our lives were not meant to be with each other.
After him, I dated a string of one not appropriate guy after another. There were probably 3 all told. Until I met Steve when I was in my late 20's. He was the one that really made a difference in my life. He was a renaissance man. He loved wine, fine foods, art. He knew about so much, he was incredibly smart. He was different from the rest. I spent 7 years with him. I fell in love. He broke my heart. We sat in the counselor's office, me on the couch, he on the chair, she facilitating his dirty work. I can still hear the words,
"Steve, do you see a future with her?"
"No"
My last words to him that day were, "make sure you pay the nice lady." I walked out of that torture chamber and onto the rest of my life. A better person for having been there.
I was in my mid 30's, single, recovering from a heart-ache that seemed to last too long but those words burned in my ears. There was no going back. I relied on friends to keep me busy and my mind occupied. I learned who I was without anyone in my life and I met a whole new set of people that knew me and didn't know that at one time I was a part of a couple. I had my identity and I was happier than I could imagine. I was fun and I was single. I was living life on my terms and in this time of glorious singlehood was when I hooked up with the two guys we ran into on Sunday. It was also the time when I met The Husband. Who, by the way I did not have a drunken booty call with. I made him wait.
It's still awkward for me to see people I've shared those intimacies with and especially awkward when The Husband is there. I'm not sure why but I suspect it's because I can't imagine going back to those days of being single and fun because now, I'm married, thankfully to the right man, but still fun.
Monday, August 18, 2008
Blogging Duldrums
I sit at my computer.
The cursor sitting there, blink, blink, blink.
Nothing.
Blink, blink, blink.
I have work to do and nothing much to say.
Weekend good.
Monday bad.
I'm tired.
Blink, blink, blink.
Off to read blogs for some inspiration.
The cursor sitting there, blink, blink, blink.
Nothing.
Blink, blink, blink.
I have work to do and nothing much to say.
Weekend good.
Monday bad.
I'm tired.
Blink, blink, blink.
Off to read blogs for some inspiration.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
My Life is About to Change
This whole part time work deal is starting to shape up FAR better than I ever, in a gazillion years, imagined.
For the past 2 years, I've been working 6:30a to 3:30p and rushing off to pick up The Little Miss from her personal servants, I mean nannies. That means in 2 years, Monday through Friday, I have had absolutely NO time to myself except for little brief moments here and there, including the 6 minute drive I have to work.
About 2 months ago, The Little Miss started preschool 3 days a week going from 9a-1p. We've managed to juggle the pick-up/drop-off dilemma by relying on friends and family to drop off The Little Miss and the Nannies to pick up. We also made the decision I would go part-time so I could be available to do those duties on a daily basis . In September, she'll be going 5 days a week.
At some point in the distant future, The Little Miss was going to start staying the afternoons, napping at school and pick-up would be around 4:30p. Nice. Well, that distant future is happening MUCH sooner than I thought since she announced last Friday that she wanted to stay there with her "big friends." She's done the same both days this week and just like, she's napping there and staying all day. Did you just hear that? ALL DAY!
What this means for me is I'm going to have me some free time. Every. Single. Day. Hours of it. All by myself. No husband. No busy 2 year old. Do you understand just how much I can do in 3 1/2 hours every single day? I am totally beside myself and can't help walking around in a daze, with glazed over eyes and a sly little smirk on my face.
I haven't really spelled out the fact that I'm going to have so much time to The Husband. I figure, he's a smart guy and has already put the pieces together that I'm getting a pretty good deal here. Besides, whenever I talk about it I get all giddy and can stop smiling. I feel like I'm getting away with something naughty.
For the past 2 years, I've been working 6:30a to 3:30p and rushing off to pick up The Little Miss from her personal servants, I mean nannies. That means in 2 years, Monday through Friday, I have had absolutely NO time to myself except for little brief moments here and there, including the 6 minute drive I have to work.
About 2 months ago, The Little Miss started preschool 3 days a week going from 9a-1p. We've managed to juggle the pick-up/drop-off dilemma by relying on friends and family to drop off The Little Miss and the Nannies to pick up. We also made the decision I would go part-time so I could be available to do those duties on a daily basis . In September, she'll be going 5 days a week.
At some point in the distant future, The Little Miss was going to start staying the afternoons, napping at school and pick-up would be around 4:30p. Nice. Well, that distant future is happening MUCH sooner than I thought since she announced last Friday that she wanted to stay there with her "big friends." She's done the same both days this week and just like, she's napping there and staying all day. Did you just hear that? ALL DAY!
What this means for me is I'm going to have me some free time. Every. Single. Day. Hours of it. All by myself. No husband. No busy 2 year old. Do you understand just how much I can do in 3 1/2 hours every single day? I am totally beside myself and can't help walking around in a daze, with glazed over eyes and a sly little smirk on my face.
I haven't really spelled out the fact that I'm going to have so much time to The Husband. I figure, he's a smart guy and has already put the pieces together that I'm getting a pretty good deal here. Besides, whenever I talk about it I get all giddy and can stop smiling. I feel like I'm getting away with something naughty.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
A Quick Survey...
Taking out the whole trying to lose weight component, which would you rather give up... naps or desserts?
Me, desserts.
You?
Me, desserts.
You?
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Sex Lives of the 40-Something Mothers
Last week I had some girl friends over for a little wine and cheese. It was a 40-something-mothers get together. The four of have been friends for several years and we make sure to see each other once a month. It's really a moment of sanity for all of us and a break from our lives for just one night a month. We of course talked about the children, who is going to what pre-school, or starting a new grade, and all the different camps they've been going to this summer. We also talked about our latest kiddo challenges, we're in the midst of potty training, so and so is doing this or that. We talked about our jobs, our summer vacations, our spouses and our favorite topic, our sex lives.
We are all very candid and for some reason, the topic of our sex lives has been an ongoing theme as of late. Across the board our challenge is the lack of a playful, fun sex life. We're all busy, tired, and sadly, sex is down on the list of priorities. I know we're talking 20 minutes or so, but still those 20 minutes of peace and quiet, laying in bed, sure are precious moments. And besides after a day of having a child clamor and paw on us all day, having some big hairy dude wanting to paw and clamor me doesn't always seem like fun. Really, The Husband isn't big (in a bad way) or hairy, I just threw those words in for effect. We talk about our challenges and after these nights with the girls I'm thinking if this is how it is for the 4 of us, I'm pretty sure it's happening to a lot of you as well.
One of the gals is actually having a lot of sex but the trying-to-get-pregnant again variety. She and her husband have been married for nearly 20 years and finally had their first child 2 years ago, long after the last glimmer of ever getting pregnant had faded away. That trying-to-get-pregnant kind of sex really isn't that much fun. It's calculated and almost feels like a duty. It's down and dirty, but sadly, not in the fun down and dirty sense.
Then there's hotel girl. She and her husband go to a hotel about every four months to jump start their sex lives. As she puts it, "we do it there and it doesn't seem that bad, so we end up having a good sex life for a while until it dwindles down, then we go again." Add in her favorite toy and that doesn't seem like a bad way to go.
Another gal has gone through menopause and her sexual desire has completely left her. Gone, done, bye-bye, adios. She's in the midst of trying to get her mojo back and made a trek to a shop and bought one of these. She was going to use it for the first time this past weekend. We jealously wished her luck and told her to report back.
We talked about toys, what works, what doesn't. It's hard to find a nice shop, geared toward women, for things we're looking for. We all agreed we didn't like shopping at the local porn shop because of the creep factor. We don't want to buy on line because of the amount of possible spam, and even if it is sent in a discrete box, it might fall into the wrong hands. Finding the right something is important and, honestly, don't you want to touch and feel first? I do.
This talk amongst this group of friends if refreshing. It's fun, it's playful and it's informative. It's too bad the subject of our sexual beings and the pleasure we get from it or the challenges we have have to be so disguised and talked about in such secretive manner. It's part of who we are. We're all here because of it and sheesh people, we're having sex. I understand there is a time and place for everything, I'm just glad I have a time and place to share, listen and learn and hope you do to.
We are all very candid and for some reason, the topic of our sex lives has been an ongoing theme as of late. Across the board our challenge is the lack of a playful, fun sex life. We're all busy, tired, and sadly, sex is down on the list of priorities. I know we're talking 20 minutes or so, but still those 20 minutes of peace and quiet, laying in bed, sure are precious moments. And besides after a day of having a child clamor and paw on us all day, having some big hairy dude wanting to paw and clamor me doesn't always seem like fun. Really, The Husband isn't big (in a bad way) or hairy, I just threw those words in for effect. We talk about our challenges and after these nights with the girls I'm thinking if this is how it is for the 4 of us, I'm pretty sure it's happening to a lot of you as well.
One of the gals is actually having a lot of sex but the trying-to-get-pregnant again variety. She and her husband have been married for nearly 20 years and finally had their first child 2 years ago, long after the last glimmer of ever getting pregnant had faded away. That trying-to-get-pregnant kind of sex really isn't that much fun. It's calculated and almost feels like a duty. It's down and dirty, but sadly, not in the fun down and dirty sense.
Then there's hotel girl. She and her husband go to a hotel about every four months to jump start their sex lives. As she puts it, "we do it there and it doesn't seem that bad, so we end up having a good sex life for a while until it dwindles down, then we go again." Add in her favorite toy and that doesn't seem like a bad way to go.
Another gal has gone through menopause and her sexual desire has completely left her. Gone, done, bye-bye, adios. She's in the midst of trying to get her mojo back and made a trek to a shop and bought one of these. She was going to use it for the first time this past weekend. We jealously wished her luck and told her to report back.
We talked about toys, what works, what doesn't. It's hard to find a nice shop, geared toward women, for things we're looking for. We all agreed we didn't like shopping at the local porn shop because of the creep factor. We don't want to buy on line because of the amount of possible spam, and even if it is sent in a discrete box, it might fall into the wrong hands. Finding the right something is important and, honestly, don't you want to touch and feel first? I do.
This talk amongst this group of friends if refreshing. It's fun, it's playful and it's informative. It's too bad the subject of our sexual beings and the pleasure we get from it or the challenges we have have to be so disguised and talked about in such secretive manner. It's part of who we are. We're all here because of it and sheesh people, we're having sex. I understand there is a time and place for everything, I'm just glad I have a time and place to share, listen and learn and hope you do to.
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