Like a turkey with his gobbler cut off

When one child has a melt down in the store while you are trying to buy finger paints for both of them to play with, the other will also melt down. They’ll scream on the ride home without the finger paints since you left the store without buying them and then when you put them in bed for quiet/calm down time, they’ll see who can scream louder. It’s great. It’s like an object in motion stays in motion, a child screaming stays screaming.

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 went to the Doctor’s office today.  The Weight is in:

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

So today Steven picked me up from another long day at work (12 hour shifts btw are actually 12 1/2 hours). We went to Costco because I’d ordered some stuff for work. As we walked in, I smelled their pizza and I was like I so know what we’re having for dinner. It’s the kind of pizza where you break out from just looking at it. And when you actually consume it, the grease oozes out through your pores. I usually don’t get all yeah for pizza, but today, it was good.

I keep on having all these ideas to write posts about and I start them and then they are REALLY boring, I mean not funny at all. And so I just delete them so you don’t have to go wow, Märia’s really stretching here. Consequently I haven’t been posting much and you don’t know the inner workings of my slightly monotonous life (wake up, change diapers, feed kids, go to sleep, wake up, go to work, come home, go to sleep). I try to make it sound interesting and I mean anyone can make their life sound interesting with a little imagination. So here I go again:

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.

Well everyone,  It’s been awhile since I’ve talked to you.  I feel like I owe you an update, but that is the problem with why I don’t post.  I sit down to write what has happened in the last 5 months,  get three paragraphs in, and decide it’s time to go work on homework or take a nap. So I am going to try and tell you what is going on NOW, and in the near future.  I am very disapointed in myself:

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.

Did you know tomorrow, Friday is Talk Like a Pirate Day?

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.

So being a pediatric nurse has it’s advantages and disadvantages.

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.

So Birthday Season is almost upon us. Mom’s birthday is October, Felicity’s in November, Seporah’s and Christ’s in December, and Dad’s in January. Let me start off by reminding everyone 4 people live in a 800sq ft condo on the 4th floor with no storage. The past 3 months we have spent a lot of effort getting a lot of stuff out of the house. Clothes, books, toys, junk. Living in such tight quarters means if you aren’t using it, it gets tossed. We finally have an almost organized house and this year we aren’t giving gifts. We know toys are fun to buy for children, believe me I know, but please no gifts this year. Cards, pictures, letters and all mushy stuff will gladly be accepted. Thank you, and now back to your regularly scheduled blog.

So Seporah likes Miss Karen better sometimes. She lets Miss Karen do her hair in pigtails and paint her nails, Mom not so much. Miss Karen even told me exactly how she did them. I did it, with the tricks and get temper tantrums. Seporah looks so cute in pigtails too. Felicity better let me do them when she’s older. I’d do it now, but she doesn’t have enough hair for pigtails.