Friday, March 30, 2012
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Tuesday Feelings
I just woke up.
So far so good.
Yesterday I went to visit the puppy I plan to adopt, and although the lady in charge told me there are no holds on puppies, mine had a big fat yellow sticker saying she was being held.
Grrr.
When I asked about it, someone girl's puppy died, a puppy from their rescue, and they were allowing that girl to hold a puppy. (actually 2 puppies but WHO IS COUNTING?)
I will tell you who.
Me.
So NOW I need to know how that puppy died. Because if it is something that could infect the building and other puppies, I need to know. NOW.
Any chance the puppy she had died of negligence?
How old is this girl?
Can she even take care of a puppy?
Let alone 2?
Grrr.
Little Red Runt wanted to come home with us.
She is going to be the perfect medium build, and she looks alot like Ono, so I think they would end up looking really good together. Like different sizes of the same thing.
Bah.
But life goes on.
The following week they have another litter ready to go. I don't have pictures yet, but these are Boxerdors (Boxer/Labrador) and they are adorable.
One of them looks like my mom's old dog, whom we all loved SO MUCH.
Fawn with a pretty little white stripe down his nose.
My heart beats for Forrest when I see him.
But my pick of the litter has paws like dumptrucks and is twice the size of all the other pups.
She is inky black with a head like a little Newfie.
And I am starting to give her some consideration now too.
I will go by later this week and see if her personality is sprouting out yet.
Right now they are just a huge sleepy puppy pile still.
So, to sum up:
I do not like rules being laid out to me as policy, only to find that the policy doesn't apply to some people.
I will still show up and try to win The Red Runt next Friday.
And I will try not to get too attached to a pup until I have it in our hot little home.
So far so good.
Yesterday I went to visit the puppy I plan to adopt, and although the lady in charge told me there are no holds on puppies, mine had a big fat yellow sticker saying she was being held.
Grrr.
When I asked about it, someone girl's puppy died, a puppy from their rescue, and they were allowing that girl to hold a puppy. (actually 2 puppies but WHO IS COUNTING?)
I will tell you who.
Me.
So NOW I need to know how that puppy died. Because if it is something that could infect the building and other puppies, I need to know. NOW.
Any chance the puppy she had died of negligence?
How old is this girl?
Can she even take care of a puppy?
Let alone 2?
Grrr.
Little Red Runt wanted to come home with us.
She is going to be the perfect medium build, and she looks alot like Ono, so I think they would end up looking really good together. Like different sizes of the same thing.
Bah.
But life goes on.
The following week they have another litter ready to go. I don't have pictures yet, but these are Boxerdors (Boxer/Labrador) and they are adorable.
One of them looks like my mom's old dog, whom we all loved SO MUCH.
Fawn with a pretty little white stripe down his nose.
My heart beats for Forrest when I see him.
But my pick of the litter has paws like dumptrucks and is twice the size of all the other pups.
She is inky black with a head like a little Newfie.
And I am starting to give her some consideration now too.
I will go by later this week and see if her personality is sprouting out yet.
Right now they are just a huge sleepy puppy pile still.
So, to sum up:
I do not like rules being laid out to me as policy, only to find that the policy doesn't apply to some people.
I will still show up and try to win The Red Runt next Friday.
And I will try not to get too attached to a pup until I have it in our hot little home.
Friday, March 23, 2012
Thursday, March 22, 2012
I Catch Crabs.
This is the beach where we can take dogs.
It is inside the inlet.
So the waves aren't crazy.
And we can paddleboard.
All the way around to the lighthouse.
And it is gorgeous.
There are all these little pools left behind among rocks when the tide goes down.
And I like to collect as many of these little guys and just make them commune.
Sometimes I give them names.
And make up stories about them.
But mostly they just crawl away.
This one is about as big as my fingernail.
Cute, hunh?
This living at the beach.
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Bah. Feelings Day.
I will straight up admit it.
I am feeling held hostage.
I can't seem to get away from the kids.
(Getting away from the kids does not include lone grocery store trips or cleaning the house while they are gone, since that is really more domestic work, no?)
I hate feeling this way.
Because of course that means I have to feel immense guilt for feeling this way.
When, honestly, I haven't been "without responsibility" for them for even an hour since I don't know when.
Apparently I need a hobby.
I don't really want a new hobby, nor do I have time for one, but if I did have a hobby, I guess it would be more acceptable for me to leave the children and go do something.
Not that I want to leave the children OR go do something.
I don't have anything specific I want to go do or that I can't get done.
I just want to be alone.
Everything clean.
Everyone (else's) needs met.
Nobody effing bugging me.
And not having to feel guilty about just being my own person not worrying about other people for a while.
I feel like an ass writing this.
I feel like I don't really deserve to feel like this, that I should shut up and just mother my children for 24 hours a day and not complain about it.
I feel weak that I feel this way.
Like I suck at being a mom.
Or a wife.
Or a person.
Which just compounds the feeling of being trapped.
But I get tired of feeling compelled to care for/tend to/fix all.
And I just want a day off.
A day off where I don't have to have an agenda or a reason to go out (or stay in) alone.
A day off where I don't have to feel bad if I don't want to spend it with anyone else.
Where the constant chirping of "getmegetmegetme/iwantiwantiwant" is far away.
Geez just during writing the last 4 lines of this I have been interrupted to the point of going crazy.
Don't these kids have toys? And games? And videos? And a pool?
I feel like even more of an ass now.
So there you have it.
My stupid selfish feelings for today, that I can't even feel good about feeling.
I hope you are happy.
I am feeling held hostage.
I can't seem to get away from the kids.
(Getting away from the kids does not include lone grocery store trips or cleaning the house while they are gone, since that is really more domestic work, no?)
I hate feeling this way.
Because of course that means I have to feel immense guilt for feeling this way.
When, honestly, I haven't been "without responsibility" for them for even an hour since I don't know when.
Apparently I need a hobby.
I don't really want a new hobby, nor do I have time for one, but if I did have a hobby, I guess it would be more acceptable for me to leave the children and go do something.
Not that I want to leave the children OR go do something.
I don't have anything specific I want to go do or that I can't get done.
I just want to be alone.
Everything clean.
Everyone (else's) needs met.
Nobody effing bugging me.
And not having to feel guilty about just being my own person not worrying about other people for a while.
I feel like an ass writing this.
I feel like I don't really deserve to feel like this, that I should shut up and just mother my children for 24 hours a day and not complain about it.
I feel weak that I feel this way.
Like I suck at being a mom.
Or a wife.
Or a person.
Which just compounds the feeling of being trapped.
But I get tired of feeling compelled to care for/tend to/fix all.
And I just want a day off.
A day off where I don't have to have an agenda or a reason to go out (or stay in) alone.
A day off where I don't have to feel bad if I don't want to spend it with anyone else.
Where the constant chirping of "getmegetmegetme/iwantiwantiwant" is far away.
Geez just during writing the last 4 lines of this I have been interrupted to the point of going crazy.
Don't these kids have toys? And games? And videos? And a pool?
I feel like even more of an ass now.
So there you have it.
My stupid selfish feelings for today, that I can't even feel good about feeling.
I hope you are happy.
Monday, March 19, 2012
What Are We Eating?
Okay, so week 3 of Gluten Free and I have got to stop looking at baguettes when I go to Publix. I mean, this must be what it is like for a freaking recovered sex addict walking down a street full of hookers.
Must be.
Exactly like.
Gah.
(I still love you baguette. I WANT TO YELL IT TO THE SKY!)
It's okay. I will get over it.
I had a donut the other day.
And also a migraine.
So we will keep trudging on without the gluten for now.
So what are we eating this week?
First, I have to tell you about the Irish Tacos I made for St. Patty's Day. Corned Beef, Slaw, Thousand Island on Grilled Corn Tortillas.
So delish.
I mean, surprisingly delish.
Like, someone told me I should open my own restaurant delish.
And they were simple.
I made the corned beef myself from a package at Publix.
The slaw?
Green Cabbage, Red Cabbage, Carrots,Vidalia Vinaigrette.
Thousand Island.
Grill the Corn Tortillas with a little EVOO brushed on.
Boom.
Set it all out and let everybody go to town.
I served mine with extra garlicky roasted potato halves.
And now I am challenging myself to designate a taco night every week and make non-traditional tacos.
I mean, I guess I already started...
Other things on the menu this week:
Italian Night - Spaghetti Squash and Meatballs with Veggie Salad
Salad Night - Steak/Tomatoes/Asparagus/Blue Cheese/Almonds/Spring Mix
Mexican Night - Philly Cheese Steak Enchiladas
And I will probably make some cashew butter, a chicken salad and buy up some deli meat for turkey/ham rolls for lunches for the kids.Did you know that all the ingredients/allergy warnings for deli meats are provided at Publix right there in a brochure on the counter?
So I don't have to feel all alone trying to figure out what we should eat and what we shouldn't.
What on your menu this week?
I am thinking about trying to make gluten free bread...so clearly recipe suggestions are appreciated!
Must be.
Exactly like.
Gah.
(I still love you baguette. I WANT TO YELL IT TO THE SKY!)
It's okay. I will get over it.
I had a donut the other day.
And also a migraine.
So we will keep trudging on without the gluten for now.
So what are we eating this week?
First, I have to tell you about the Irish Tacos I made for St. Patty's Day. Corned Beef, Slaw, Thousand Island on Grilled Corn Tortillas.
So delish.
I mean, surprisingly delish.
Like, someone told me I should open my own restaurant delish.
And they were simple.
I made the corned beef myself from a package at Publix.
The slaw?
Green Cabbage, Red Cabbage, Carrots,Vidalia Vinaigrette.
Thousand Island.
Grill the Corn Tortillas with a little EVOO brushed on.
Boom.
Set it all out and let everybody go to town.
I served mine with extra garlicky roasted potato halves.
And now I am challenging myself to designate a taco night every week and make non-traditional tacos.
I mean, I guess I already started...
Other things on the menu this week:
Italian Night - Spaghetti Squash and Meatballs with Veggie Salad
Salad Night - Steak/Tomatoes/Asparagus/Blue Cheese/Almonds/Spring Mix
Mexican Night - Philly Cheese Steak Enchiladas
And I will probably make some cashew butter, a chicken salad and buy up some deli meat for turkey/ham rolls for lunches for the kids.Did you know that all the ingredients/allergy warnings for deli meats are provided at Publix right there in a brochure on the counter?
So I don't have to feel all alone trying to figure out what we should eat and what we shouldn't.
What on your menu this week?
I am thinking about trying to make gluten free bread...so clearly recipe suggestions are appreciated!
Friday, March 16, 2012
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Music
How do you expose and encourage your kids with music?
What instruments do they gravitate towards?
What kind of music do they like?
What makes them close their eyes and moves their bodies?
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Wednesday Fitness Fun
What are you out doing today?
Wednesdays are my first slow day of the week, with Madee at school and no soccer or swim lessons.
Today Eden and I are going to the dog beach.
With the paddleboard.
And some friends. (And dogs!)
We got paddleboards big enough to tote the girls.
So I think at some point, Eden, Ono and I will be riding together.
And it is going to be EPIC!
What are you doing for fitness today?
Wednesdays are my first slow day of the week, with Madee at school and no soccer or swim lessons.
Today Eden and I are going to the dog beach.
With the paddleboard.
And some friends. (And dogs!)
We got paddleboards big enough to tote the girls.
So I think at some point, Eden, Ono and I will be riding together.
And it is going to be EPIC!
What are you doing for fitness today?
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Gluten Free Puppy Feelings
It's Tuesday.
Time to talk feelings again.
So far this week, I am feeling pretty good.
First of all, it has become quite evident that gluten has been buggering up my system for a while.
Largely, (ha!) it has been collecting in my midsection and making my tummy fat and weird.
But since I have been cutting WAY DOWN on the gluten?
Tummy is going away and getting way flatter.
I have been (almost) gluten free for 2 weeks now, and I wouldn't say it is all happening so fast, but I have lost a little weight, and it's the loss of actual tissue that makes me happy.
Of course I still want bread and cake.
Anyhoo, Mondays.
I seriously can't seem to get my head around them.
My meal outlining is blah.
If it is outlined at all.
And Mondays are soccer nights for Madee, but the whole family goes, and for some reason I find my whole day just eaten up. Here's hoping Daylight Savings Time saves me from this.
Tuesday and Thursday are swim days for Eden. Madee and I go, too, since Eden takes a bit to warm up to her swim teacher, and Madee enjoys practicing her swim skills, too.
But with all this activity, it is hard for me to keep up with the rest of things.
I feel like I am in" recovery mode" more often than I am in totally "prepared for all this mode".
And to boot, I have started looking for a new dog. A few different friends of ours have recently adopted new buddies, and Charlie and I have started thinking perhaps it is time for us to expand our family on the 4 legged front.
Can I just tell you how depressing it is to rescue a dog? I feel bad because we really are looking for just the right one, and so many good little buddies are out there needing forever homes.
I wish I could bring them all home.
Charlie is adamant that the dog should not be a puppy. He wants to rescue a dog that already knows it's way around, where to pee, what not to chew.
I think the kids would love to have a little puppy buddy and they would grow together, so it would be even sweeter, right? Charlie has already said he isn't doing anything but financially supporting this dog, and it will be mine to care for.
So that means we get a puppy, right?
Time to talk feelings again.
So far this week, I am feeling pretty good.
First of all, it has become quite evident that gluten has been buggering up my system for a while.
Largely, (ha!) it has been collecting in my midsection and making my tummy fat and weird.
But since I have been cutting WAY DOWN on the gluten?
Tummy is going away and getting way flatter.
I have been (almost) gluten free for 2 weeks now, and I wouldn't say it is all happening so fast, but I have lost a little weight, and it's the loss of actual tissue that makes me happy.
Of course I still want bread and cake.
Anyhoo, Mondays.
I seriously can't seem to get my head around them.
My meal outlining is blah.
If it is outlined at all.
And Mondays are soccer nights for Madee, but the whole family goes, and for some reason I find my whole day just eaten up. Here's hoping Daylight Savings Time saves me from this.
Tuesday and Thursday are swim days for Eden. Madee and I go, too, since Eden takes a bit to warm up to her swim teacher, and Madee enjoys practicing her swim skills, too.
But with all this activity, it is hard for me to keep up with the rest of things.
I feel like I am in" recovery mode" more often than I am in totally "prepared for all this mode".
And to boot, I have started looking for a new dog. A few different friends of ours have recently adopted new buddies, and Charlie and I have started thinking perhaps it is time for us to expand our family on the 4 legged front.
Can I just tell you how depressing it is to rescue a dog? I feel bad because we really are looking for just the right one, and so many good little buddies are out there needing forever homes.
I wish I could bring them all home.
Charlie is adamant that the dog should not be a puppy. He wants to rescue a dog that already knows it's way around, where to pee, what not to chew.
I think the kids would love to have a little puppy buddy and they would grow together, so it would be even sweeter, right? Charlie has already said he isn't doing anything but financially supporting this dog, and it will be mine to care for.
So that means we get a puppy, right?
Friday, March 9, 2012
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