The only thing I love more than pencils is....
new tennis shoes. Or whatever you want to call them. I don't play tennis but that's how we've always referred to athletic shoes. Weird. Anyway. In the past I've always bought cross trainers. Now, before I get too deep here I should mention that I don't play tennis AND I don't cross train.
Only once have I bought shoes to use for their exact purpose. That was 2 years ago. I bought a pair of running shoes because I had started a running program. It seems like SO long ago and yet I still miss it. No matter how far I ran in our neighborhood I always ended my run and started my cool down in almost the same spot. It was right on the corner by our fire station. I originally started running near the fire station so I could joke that if I keeled over during a run at least I'd be near some guys who might help. I digress.
Every time I drive that little stretch to the north of the fire station I still can feel that sense of accomplishment that I always felt when I hit that part of my run. I was finished, I had accomplished something really cool, I was proud of myself and I felt great.
I want to feel that way again. Not sure if I'll be able to actually run with my knee still being wonky since my surgery. I think I've been using that as an excuse to not even try. So, the new running shoes I ordered arrived today. Yes, I'm being optimistic because I bought running shoes and not walking shoes. I can walk in running shoes if I have to but I don't think I can really run in walking shoes.
So, the plan is to just start walking. I also need to get to the Y because there are some weight machines that my physical therapist told me would be helpful to increase the strength in my knee again. I know if I get into a good rhythm the running will probably happen eventually.
So yeah, we'll see how all this goes.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Sunday, July 25, 2010
I Love Pencils
I love this time of year. I love school supplies. At what other time can you get boxes of Crayola Crayons for .25 and spiral notebooks for .15? I love to stock up on school/office supplies. I don't "stock up" on much of anything but I do love to have extra crayons, pencils, notebooks etc.
Pencils. I'd rather write with a nice sharp pencil than anything else in the world. I can't stand mechanical pencils. I also have a HUGE problem with ugly/missing erasers on pencils. When the kids were younger, and still sometimes now, they would bite the eraser off of my pencils. I CANNOT use a pencil with no eraser. I CANNOT use a pencil where the metal piece that holds the eraser has been chewed on. That's disgusting. I like plain pencils. I like black pencils. I like zebra print pencils.
The husband obviously loves me. Yesterday he bought me a really nice new electric pencil sharpener.
I love pencils!
Pencils. I'd rather write with a nice sharp pencil than anything else in the world. I can't stand mechanical pencils. I also have a HUGE problem with ugly/missing erasers on pencils. When the kids were younger, and still sometimes now, they would bite the eraser off of my pencils. I CANNOT use a pencil with no eraser. I CANNOT use a pencil where the metal piece that holds the eraser has been chewed on. That's disgusting. I like plain pencils. I like black pencils. I like zebra print pencils.
The husband obviously loves me. Yesterday he bought me a really nice new electric pencil sharpener.
I love pencils!
Friday, July 23, 2010
The same ol' thing.
WOW, so much going on right about now. Between now and August 13th we have to buy new school uniforms, 2 pairs of tennis shoes each, backpacks, supplies. We also need to get school physicals. One kid needs an eye appointment and both need a dental appt.
Somewhere in there I have to convince myself that tuition isn't going to kill us this year.
I get 3 emails from school in 2 days.
1st email tells me what our tuition will be and wants to know which payment plan we want.
2nd email tells me that Rylie has been recommended for the accelerated Language program....that's another 1200. 00 in tuition.
3rd email tells me our school has had something like 100K worth of requests for tuition assistance and can I help?
um yeah.....not really.
A couple of minor funny things. Kids and I were in the dr's office last week. One of them asked about injections and I was trying to explain the difference between subcutaneous and intramuscular. Somewhere in that explanation I used the term "fatty tissue". Those two words for some reason send 7 & 9 yr olds into the major giggles. Not sure why.
Other minor funny thing was something my dear mother-in-law said. Bless her heart. She's a couple of years short of 80 and has never had a colonoscopy. I was talking to her about them and how the prep is actually worse than the test. Her main fear is that they might puncture one of her lungs. I did assure her that they don't go "that high" and they aren't near the lungs....poor thing..no wonder she's been putting off getting one.
No excitement here. Same thing day in and day out.
Chris
Somewhere in there I have to convince myself that tuition isn't going to kill us this year.
I get 3 emails from school in 2 days.
1st email tells me what our tuition will be and wants to know which payment plan we want.
2nd email tells me that Rylie has been recommended for the accelerated Language program....that's another 1200. 00 in tuition.
3rd email tells me our school has had something like 100K worth of requests for tuition assistance and can I help?
um yeah.....not really.
A couple of minor funny things. Kids and I were in the dr's office last week. One of them asked about injections and I was trying to explain the difference between subcutaneous and intramuscular. Somewhere in that explanation I used the term "fatty tissue". Those two words for some reason send 7 & 9 yr olds into the major giggles. Not sure why.
Other minor funny thing was something my dear mother-in-law said. Bless her heart. She's a couple of years short of 80 and has never had a colonoscopy. I was talking to her about them and how the prep is actually worse than the test. Her main fear is that they might puncture one of her lungs. I did assure her that they don't go "that high" and they aren't near the lungs....poor thing..no wonder she's been putting off getting one.
No excitement here. Same thing day in and day out.
Chris
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Opossum Wrangling
Yeah, sounds like something that would happen in KS doesn't it!
I went to bed about 12:45 last night. 5 minutes later my little girls (2 mini-daschunds) start barking like crazy. I get up to let them out. They run out the back door barking like there is obviously something in the yard that doesn't belong there.
I use a flashlight to look out all the windows on that side of the house. I can't see anything but I hear sounds that tell me they, and our golden retriever, are cornering some sort of animal.
So, what do you do in these circumstances? Do you wake up the husband who has a business trip in the morning and needs his sleep? No, you wake up your 24 yr old daughter and tell her to grab a flashlight. Why? Cause she loves crap like this just like I do. haha
So we go out the back door. Heather is about 4 feet in front of me. I tell her to slow down, she doesn't know what's out there. Could be rabid. Right about that time our golden retriever comes happily running (FAST) out of the dark towards us with a very large live, but playing opossum, opossum in her mouth. I'm closest to the door so I run inside. I hold the door cracked. Heather, stuck outside now, jumps fast and high right up on top of the hot tub. At this point she and I are both alternately screaming and laughing hysterically. Screaming for the golden to drop the opossum and screaming at the little dogs to get in the house.
Mollie does drop the offending creature. Right on the patio. I still have the back door cracked, Heather is still on top of the hot tub. I'm still trying to get both of the little dogs in. Emmie actually dragged the opossum a foot across the patio. The creature was bigger than she was. So, finally we get both little dogs in. I've got Mollie by the collar and Heather is going to try to get the opossum out of the backyard. Mind you, it IS alive. It's only playing dead. It was breathing and it moved several times.
So, Heather grabs a small plastic dustpan and tries to scoop up the opossum......doesn't' work.....So then she tries....wait. I should mention that I'm laughing my ass off right about now....So then she's crouched over this opossum who is half in her dustpan and proceeds to try to push it farther into the dustpan with the TINY flashlight she is holding....she stops, looks up at me and says "they don't bite do they?". OMG I seriously thought I was going to pee my pants. It was all I could do to get out a squeeky "yes" without laughing too hard at her.
Heather gets it in the dustpan and asks me what to do with it. I tell her to toss it over the fence. We'll deal with it on the side of the house in the morning. Well she goes to toss it over and the handle on the plastic dustpan breaks and the opossum and the dustpan fall at her feet. Mind you, I'm laughing more because I can't really see what happened and I'm imagining that she didn't get it high enough to go over the fence but just smacked it INTO the fence. In that half second I had flashbacks of Peter from Family Guy trying to get a dead frog out of a window with a shoe box.....something you'd have to have seen to understand.
Ok, opossum is on the opposite side of the yard which is fine because Mollie, the golden, can't go to that side because of an invisible fence. We'll deal with it in the morning.
This morning I take a gander (that's what we say in KS) around the backyard. He's gone. I'm sure once he realized he was safe from the dogs and the chick poking him with the flashlight, he hightailed it back over the fence from whence he came. or something like that.
OK so this was about 20-30 minutes going on. The screaming, the laughing hysterically, more of both....we come in the back door and here comes the husband wanting to know what's going on. Heather and I were laughing like loons. Most fun I've had at almost 2 a.m. in a VERY long time!!
Chris
I went to bed about 12:45 last night. 5 minutes later my little girls (2 mini-daschunds) start barking like crazy. I get up to let them out. They run out the back door barking like there is obviously something in the yard that doesn't belong there.
I use a flashlight to look out all the windows on that side of the house. I can't see anything but I hear sounds that tell me they, and our golden retriever, are cornering some sort of animal.
So, what do you do in these circumstances? Do you wake up the husband who has a business trip in the morning and needs his sleep? No, you wake up your 24 yr old daughter and tell her to grab a flashlight. Why? Cause she loves crap like this just like I do. haha
So we go out the back door. Heather is about 4 feet in front of me. I tell her to slow down, she doesn't know what's out there. Could be rabid. Right about that time our golden retriever comes happily running (FAST) out of the dark towards us with a very large live, but playing opossum, opossum in her mouth. I'm closest to the door so I run inside. I hold the door cracked. Heather, stuck outside now, jumps fast and high right up on top of the hot tub. At this point she and I are both alternately screaming and laughing hysterically. Screaming for the golden to drop the opossum and screaming at the little dogs to get in the house.
Mollie does drop the offending creature. Right on the patio. I still have the back door cracked, Heather is still on top of the hot tub. I'm still trying to get both of the little dogs in. Emmie actually dragged the opossum a foot across the patio. The creature was bigger than she was. So, finally we get both little dogs in. I've got Mollie by the collar and Heather is going to try to get the opossum out of the backyard. Mind you, it IS alive. It's only playing dead. It was breathing and it moved several times.
So, Heather grabs a small plastic dustpan and tries to scoop up the opossum......doesn't' work.....So then she tries....wait. I should mention that I'm laughing my ass off right about now....So then she's crouched over this opossum who is half in her dustpan and proceeds to try to push it farther into the dustpan with the TINY flashlight she is holding....she stops, looks up at me and says "they don't bite do they?". OMG I seriously thought I was going to pee my pants. It was all I could do to get out a squeeky "yes" without laughing too hard at her.
Heather gets it in the dustpan and asks me what to do with it. I tell her to toss it over the fence. We'll deal with it on the side of the house in the morning. Well she goes to toss it over and the handle on the plastic dustpan breaks and the opossum and the dustpan fall at her feet. Mind you, I'm laughing more because I can't really see what happened and I'm imagining that she didn't get it high enough to go over the fence but just smacked it INTO the fence. In that half second I had flashbacks of Peter from Family Guy trying to get a dead frog out of a window with a shoe box.....something you'd have to have seen to understand.
Ok, opossum is on the opposite side of the yard which is fine because Mollie, the golden, can't go to that side because of an invisible fence. We'll deal with it in the morning.
This morning I take a gander (that's what we say in KS) around the backyard. He's gone. I'm sure once he realized he was safe from the dogs and the chick poking him with the flashlight, he hightailed it back over the fence from whence he came. or something like that.
OK so this was about 20-30 minutes going on. The screaming, the laughing hysterically, more of both....we come in the back door and here comes the husband wanting to know what's going on. Heather and I were laughing like loons. Most fun I've had at almost 2 a.m. in a VERY long time!!
Chris
Monday, July 05, 2010
I'm a year younger! again!
Today's my birthday. I was sure I was turning 47 today. Have been thinking that for at least 6months or more. I've been telling everyone I'm 46 for quite a while. Anyway, this isn't the first year I've done this. I think when I turned 43 I did the same thing.....was sure I was turning 44.
Is this something I should be happy about? I mean I'm pleased as punch because that's two years now that I have haven't aged! haha. OR, is this something that should frighten the crap out of me?? The fact that I can't even remember my age......is that a memory problem? dementia? old age? haha
Maybe this is just more proof that the number really isn't that important to me. Maybe this has to do with me having 3 kids in my early 20's and then 2 more in my late late 30's. I think it is true that kids keep you young. Whatever is I guess I like it.
So, today I'm 46! woot!
Peace to all, Chris
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