Two things...First, my new daughter in law pointed out to me that she is the only one on the Blog without a name. Her Godmother was over for dinner yesterday and informed us that she always the Princess! So, Pook and the Princess are now an officially named Blog couple!
I spent Friday, running a few errands with the Princess (not to be confused with Pretty, Pretty Princess or P3, Calvin's future wife), and Mini-Me. The Princess had just passed a big test that gets her a promotion and we ordered Sushi for the celebration and toasted her with Champagne. Anyway, these two lovely ladies saw fit to comment on my driving. First, were the comments about my ability or struggles in shifting the gears on my jeep. Mini-me declared that it was always an exciting surprise and usually when making a turn and I would give them a burst of speed. I was big about it and admitted that I still struggle with going from first gear to second as well as starting up after a full stop. I also admit that when I am talking, I sometimes forget to shift. But now that I think about it, I wonder if she remembers what it was like teaching her to drive. I can't wait till Max starts to drive....teehee!
The biggest point of contention for them however, was the fact that Pops and I take back roads and random routes and never seem to go the same way twice. I admit it! But I see no problem with this, although the Princess claims that it is the reason she doesn't know how to get places. Oddly enough, Pops and I do not ever choose the same route. I like to believe that I have learned to be quiet when he is driving. Honestly, I get nauseous if I look up when he drives. My heart cannot take what is happening. I have however noticed that he comments regularly on the routes that I choose. Well, obviously now the kids do also. Again, do the kids realize that they went to school on the same street from 6th grade through high school but never knew the names of the streets that the buildings were on? I know, they will blame me for the various routes that I took confusing them.
I prefer to look at it all like this...boredom has never been a problem in our house. Whether it is all the personalities, the food they like to complain about that they hated, or the great dinners that they love, or all the different things that they have seen and experienced on their driving adventures with me, we NEVER have a dull moment or a lapse in the stories we have to tell. God has truly blessed us with love for life and appreciation for ....well all of it! Have a blessed and beautiful week, no matter what direction you choose.
Anyone who knows me, knows that I love my crime shows like NCIS, Criminal Minds, Hawaii Five-0 and Blue Bloods. The kids get quite a chuckle when I use information that I have gleaned from the shows and apply it to my life. I cannot tell you how many times I have used a show to warn my girls to be careful when out and about alone!
Anyone who knows me, also knows that my mind can go on some unusual tangents. Not in a bad way, but in a way where the kids raise their eyebrows and threaten to start looking for homes to place me in. But anyway, as the kids have studied for test that involve anatomy and physiology, I started thinking about what clues my injuries might leave about me.
When I fell coming down the office stairs a few years ago, I swear I fractured and/or dislocated my ankle. Doc disagrees strongly but will concede to a sprain. All I know is that it was swollen beyond belief and some of the most beautiful colors I have ever seen. If it resulted in my autopsy, who would guess that I was carrying a million things down the steps? Would someone look at my body on the floor and all of the papers scattered and assume I had been surprised by an intruder? Or would they simply figure out that I had a habit of carrying piles of items all over the place. I am well known for carrying a bag of paperwork on every trip that never gets touched.
And what about a few weeks ago when I could be seen limping around town. My knee was swollen and very sore. What would the conclusion be? Would someone think that I was incredibly athletic and injured myself in a strenuous game of tennis? I doubt it. First of all, I cannot play tennis. I tried once, but could not manage to keep the tennis ball inside the fence. I found out that racquet ball courts were more conducive to my style of play. They would be closer in guessing that it was yet another home injury. But who besides my kids would know or even believe that I had been standing on the piano bench trying to hang a picture over the piano and as I stepped off the bench, I actually stepped onto my exercise ball and in the course of saving myself from an all our fall, I twisted my knee.
And what about the person who might find me unconscious near my vehicle. Would the investigation reveal that there had been an attempted car-jacking resulting in my being knocked out? I doubt it. More realistically they would find that I had stepped up into the Jeep and imbedded my sunglasses into my skull while severely cracking my head on the door frame. They would also find my sons in tears, not from sadness, but because they were laughing too hard.
As a result of my escapades, my children now full blown panic whenever I do not answer my phone. They imagine the craziest and worst scenarios! I cannot imagine why. But the really cool part about all of this is that I know that my kids do care about me! Isn't it nice to be loved? I am grateful for that blessing every day of my life! Have a beautiful week and don't forget to count your blessings every day. They are there!
Actually, I already know the answer to that question. They are on their way home from a week of vacationing in the sunshine and on the beach and being waited on hand and foot! Me, I am here in Ohio in the cold, with their three kids and three dogs. No one is waiting on me, believe me. Although, in all honesty the siblings/aunts or uncles have saved me at times by pitching in.
It all sounded like a great idea when I first said yes. After all, Mini-Me and the Admiral had never had a honeymoon. Being military, the first time they actually lived together alone, they weren't alone. Max had already arrived. I was sure I could do this. After all, I had been through six pregnancies, seven children, a husband, parents, in-laws, siblings . . . I am woman - hear me roar? Turns out I am a little out of practice.
Day one was a bit of a novelty. Everything got done, kids were fed and bathed, homework was done and they were in bed by 8:00 pm. Well, the baby cried a bit, but we survived that. At 8:15, after a shower, I collapsed on the couch. Tired, but still smiling.
Days two and three would have tested the patience of Job. Stitch was on a hunger strike and developing a cold. The baby, "Willy" needed at least four clothing changes a day due to diaper incidences. Max, apparently is the one who is really in charge and she did not hesitate to let me know. By the morning of day three, I was in tears. I had forgotten how frustrating the little darlings can be.
By the weekend, things were actually looking up. Stitch had ended his hunger strike, Max was cooperating and helpful and was really excited about how well she was behaving at school. There were still some snafus, but nothing that reduced me to a screaming, crying hysterical nutjob. Oh sure, Willy was still pooping out everything that we put in him multiple times a day, the dogs had stopped declaring my home as theirs. Feeding time for the animals was actually a controlled zoo feeding. Six of the seven actually sat and waited for their food bowls! The big one ate outside! Rumor has it that he urinates in the food of the smaller dogs. I decided not to test that rumor. He ate alone!
By Sunday night, after Mini-Me had been calling EVERY SINGLE NIGHT, I think I finally started sounding rational on the phone. As I looked back on the week, the messes were all cleaned up, food was eaten, I will get over the shattered antique lamp. No one was hurt. No one died.
The good news --- I still got it! It took a few days, but I can still handle it! Thank God for prayers and sleep. I definitely needed and used both! I can actually say that today I am smiling and counting the blessings of this whole crazy family, grandchildren and all. I hope you take the time to thank God this week for all of your blessings. We can all find them with very little effort. Think about it - you got up today! No matter what life brings you, count it as a blessing, even the challenges. As for me, I think I am going to take a few naps this week in between chores. Mini-Me and the Admiral are back! I can pat the kids on the head and send them home. God bless you this week!
This may sound crazy to some of you, but I actually like to exercise. I may feel like dying while I actually do the workout but afterwards and in general I always feel better during those periods of time when I exercise, versus when I do not. I do not however like going to "health clubs". The "health clubs" of the 80's were essentially meat markets and pick up spots. Maybe if I had been single at the time, I would have thought differently, but I wasn't. I am not saying health clubs are bad, just not for me, based on my experiences.
Long story short, I got in the habit of doing workouts at home. I bought a series of exercise tapes that I loved and used them regularly. Believe me, 30 plus years after Mommy was born, I am glad that I worked out. It was easier not to "eat for two" and gain excessive weight while pregnant. I bounced back physically after the gang was born. I actually left the hospital in my regular clothes each time. And believe me, exercising helped my to have the energy to keep up with the kids. (just send me a message and I will be happy to share products, video information and encouragement with you.) I also bought some hand weights and eventually a treadmill.
I know you have all seen the funny videos of people falling on and off treadmills. Not so funny when it happens to you. I have mis-stepped a few times and burned my leg or arm on the treadmill as it continued to whirl past me while I lay on it. The kids were fascinated by it. When they were little they always wanted to try it. I thought it was a great idea at a very slow pace. I figured they were getting the idea that regular exercise is something good to include in your life. Wrong, they thought it was a great toy and way to get a laugh on the other guy.
The Surprise in particular always wanted to get on the treadmill. If I was able to be in the room with him and supervise him, I would let him. It never took long before he wanted to stop. Note to self - NEVER let a sibling do the treadmill supervision. There was one particular day when The Surprise want to "workout". I was busy, but his oldest brother, Calvin was available and I gave him the responsibility of looking out for his brother. (Yes, He was old enough to do the job). I don't think I had left the room for five seconds before I turned around to the sound of The Surprise crying. As I walked back into the room, he was laying face down at the end of the treadmill with his head bouncing lightly on it (It was going VERY slow) and Calvin was bent over and in tears laughing at him! Never a dull moment!
The kids have gotten used to my exercise routines over the years. It does not surprise them to walk into the house and see me in the middle of a videotape or on the treadmill. Unless, they walk into the room and find the treadmill running and me on the couch watching TV. I don't know why Pook was unwilling to accept that I had my workout interrupted and rather than repeating the preset routine, I allowed the treadmill to work without me until it caught back up to where we left off. Makes sense, right?!
As much as I tell my kids that they will never get away with things, they prove to me every day that I must live by the code I set, because the minute they detect a flaw, they are ALL OVER IT!
Have a blessed week, do something for yourself. Exercise can help you mentally, physically and emotionally. Start small and work your way up. Everyone can do something!!!!! Send me a message and we can talk!
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