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So we had lots of fun today.  We went off to downtown Honolulu this morning, parked the car (Point A) and walked to the Royal Hawaiian Apple Store grand opening.  It was the same as the Kahala Apple Store opening, long lines, loud music and free tshirts.  Lots of fun.  =)  Seporah and Felicity were both really good, so it worked out well enough.  Then we rode our bikes to the flee market on Diamond Head Road (halfway between b and c) and bought some bread, honey and drank some water.  Mostly we just needed a quick break, as the bike ride up Diamond Head Road is all uphill.  So after our break we rode the rest of the way up to the opening to Diamond Head Crater, and briefly considered hiking up it, but were worn out enough, and the sun was coming out, so we decided not to hike up.  So we rode back down the hill, and since the wind was in our face we felt much better than going up the hill.

Yeah, I know, I didn’t finish this post, or proofread it, or anything.  Sorry  =)

Mind you one of the many reasons I do not have a playlist (besides the fact that this website is not exclusively mine) is that the playlist would only look like this today, tomorrow it would look different and the day after even more different and that’s too much work (PLUS I don’t know how to actually make one of those playlist that go on the side of blogs anyways).

Do I run like Top 40s or what, no originally at all…

But seriously, how do you put a playlist on the side?

Seporah: Daddy!

Still Sleeping Daddy: hi felicity…

Seporah: Hi, Daddy!

Mommy: Seporah, Daddy’s ny-night, we have to be quiet.

Seporah: Daddy shhhh, shhhhh!

“Sometimes I secretly wish I could trade places with my baby. Instead of lugging around my 30lb stroller it’d be cool, for just an hour, if someone pushed me around while I chill inside, all bundled up having a poop. That would be awesome.”

Every mom thinks it, but I’d never seen it in an ad before, and a motrin ad to boot, ha!

Mom: Yes, that is the moon.

Seporah: I break! I break! I break!

Mom: No honey, it’s suppose to be like that, it’ll get bigger in a few days.

Seporah: The Moon! I break!

Mom: Don’t worry it’ll fix itself in a couple of days.

Seporah: I break!

Mom: Fine, it’s all your fault, you fix it.

Seporah smiles.

Borders is a circus compared to the library. People drink their coffee from the attached coffee shop and browse through the magazines and talk too much, it’s great. We go as a family all the time. Take forever to pick out one book. Bring it home and get to curl up and read it, or at least the first page, over, and over, and over due to “interruptions”. So I’ve actually got (more than) a few books on the shelf that I really, really want to read. I am currently consuming East of Eden by John Steinbeck (yes that is the Of Mice and Men guy). I’m planning on reading The Golden Compass next, hopefully getting to it one of these days. And one day I’m going to join a book club. I went to one once but I didn’t understand what a book club was and I didn’t read the book beforehand and I felt really stupid cause everyone was like what did you think abut chapter 5 and then they were like what do you mean you didn’t know you were suppose to read the book beforehand, that’s the point of a book club. But anyways, the fact that I have too many books that need read does not deter Steven or me from Borders (I think we just like the atmosphere).

A couple of weeks ago I decided to not look at the books but at the accessories (something I never do). And I picked up these totally cool colored pencils and a journal. The colored pencils are triangular so they don’t roll off the table (but the container’s round so it can) and it comes with a sharpener. (Steven thought I bought the colored pencils for the kids though, I was like nope, they’re mine, if they break them under your watch I get a new set). And the book doesn’t have lines in it so you can doodle and it’s sturdy so it can bounce right back after being shoved in the diaper bag. I think they’re awesome. It’s so bad though, my life is so boring my journal just has a bunch of lists. I was thinking I write all sorts of things on my blog, can’t I think of one sentence to write in the journal? Apparently not, just “milk, eggs, bread”.

Aren’t they cool? Is the word “cool” cool anymore? Probably not, I’ve heard Josh talk and I don’t think he uses the word cool. Isn’t it weird to think I’m getting old? Almost a quarter of a century. At least I didn’t say rad.

So I thought I’d try it Sarah S.’s way. This way you need a doll that pottys in a toy potty. Off to Walmart, holy crap, a peeing and pooping doll cost $67?!?!?! And you have to buy the dolly food for it to work, dolly food refills costing $6 each. I was like stop me before I have a heart attack. No, not spending that kind of money on a doll, craig’s list, darn, nothing there. So back to square one.

I had heard people say it took them 2 years to potty train a kid and I didn’t understand why. Now I do, potty training not so much fun. I guess I’m glad I use cloth diapers, because my kid still poops like crazy and disposables cost way too much for me to continue to be buying them. I still change 12 diapers a day (and when they both get sick with diarrhea watch out, it gets up to 30 or more). I swear I deserve a medal for that (Steven too) or at least a merit badge. www.mamameritbadges.com (ha, are these not the greatest!)
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Seriously though, I really think she’s going to primary in diapers, I wonder if that will be an issue? I mean I’ve taught sunbeams on more than one occasion and I’ve never had a kid in diapers. I’m wondering if they won’t let her go. If they’ll just keep her in nursery. Any thoughts?

And I keep on forgetting this, but when you leave the cart with all the stuff in it, carrying 60 lbs of screaming children gets really heavy after about 100 feet. Just forget about making the screaming toddler walk, she doesn’t care about the onlookers or anything else for that matter.

I am 268 lbs..  So I have to w 245 by January 18th.  Russ and Steven might be able to make it?  Just curious.

            Jas

Steven has had a bike for about a year and a half, he rides it everywhere and takes the girls along for rides, either one at a time in the bike seat or both in the bike trailer. We’ve been saying forever that I need one so we can go on family bike rides. Well I finally got one last week, I was more than a little nervous when I got a baby bike seat on the back. Please realize the last time I was on a bike was when I was 15 years old and found myself scraped up in a ditch. Everything has turned out ok though, no one’s died or even got any owies (well if you don’t count my sore legs).

Seporah thinks bike riding is a blast, except for the helmet part, but has come to accept the fact if she wants to go “weee” down the hill she must wear it. Felicity on the other hand is my little pansy and starts griping as soon as she sees the helmets or bikes.

In other news, all of us did a 5k on Saturday, our time being 33:44, almost a minute better than my last 5k. Go Jason, btw, on the marathon goal. I’m still working on the 5ks, they are so kicking my butt, but I’m doing them. There’s a 10 mile on Thanksgiving that I’m gonna go for, let’s see how dead I am after that one.

I haven’t done anything creative in months.  I read like 14 webcomics daily.. I think to myself.  I could do this.. if I had any talent whatsoever.   I am very  disapointed, I wanted to spend this semester doing more writing… I wanted to spend this whole year really exploring the edges of my talent. 

I have gained nearly 30 lbs since getting married and leaving the marine corps.  I am REALLY out of shape, and can’t seem to run from here to there without collapsing.  (quote from “a few good men”.)  None of my old Larges fit me..  and once again.. it KILLS ME to run.. something I used to love doing. 

I have come to only one conclusion with my self hatred in these regards.  I am confessing to each and every one of you, and extending an invitation as well.  I am DONE with this.   I have a resolution, and I have a determination, and a goal in mind.  (yes I have all 3).   They are as follows:

           1.  I am going to run the Arizona Rock & Roll Marathon on January 18, 2009.I am going to run 4 miles a day until I can do so without walking,  then I am going to do it until I like doing it.   Then I am going to run 6 miles a day as well.   (at least 5 days a week) 

           2.  I am inviting Russ, Steven, or pretty much anyone else I’m related to (who thinks they can do it) to come join me.  I will host you in my home, and I will pay your way in ((but you have to get yourself to San Diego or Yuma, for me to pick you up :-(     ))

           3.  I am going to lose 20 lbs before the marathon.  I do not know my exact weight right now.. but you will be informed soon, as I track my weight progress.

           4.  I am going to be giving up video games for the entire month of November.  I will be participating in National Novel Writing Month.   This is going to be a major challenge, and I’m told that most won’t finish,  I am going to try and beat the odds.   I invite Steven, or anyone else who desires to join me, and we will read each other’s books after we are done.

I can feel you all cheering me on already :-),  I just hope some of you will cheer me on… while WE are doing it.  *cough* Steven *cough*  Russell *cough*

 Let me know by Nov the 15th (I think)  Then the price goes up.   

  Thank you all,  and Russ I’m sorry for not getting back to all your comments.  I always told myself that I would do it later.. but later never got here.

Arg, me matey, no, no I didn’t know that, but now that ye mate tell me so, I’m gonna hafta talk like one.

Who makes up this stuff, really? I work tomorrow and as such I’m thinking of getting an eyepatch, a big dangling earring (or I could use the one who’s missing it’s mate from yesterday), and a red oily head scarf. I do work on a kid’s floor, and the people I work with, pretty close to kids.

For example, let’s pretend that when the girls and I got ready to go swimming, I set my earrings down at a level that were within reach of Felicity. And perhaps I turn away for a moment and then look down and see an earring in Felicity’s mouth. I take it out of her mouth and go to look for it’s mate, not being able to find it. Theoretically my conclusion would be that Felicity swallowed it. And let’s say in this example, the earring is not a little tiny one, but a BIG one, with a ball hanging and a pointy end that could potentially puncture internal organs.

The advantage of this example is that I could sideswipe the ER entirely and call up the docs I work with. “Hey Dr. O, can you put in an order for an Xray?” I then go and get the the Xray and Felicity has apparently not swallowed the earring. The disadvantage to this example is that once again my colleges have reaffirmed that I am a worry wort mother, the kind we all try to avoid.

btw, if this example were to be real, I would still be down an earring.