13 Months

KP, I missed it, I’m so sorry.

What kind of mother misses her third born son’s 13th month blog spot? Would it be the kind of mother who is still basking in the glow of her birthday?

I promise we’ll catch-up in July, when I am done celebrating.

Flush it

About every quarter of the year, Adam participates in a Fat Flush. He likes to put himself through this torture to rid his body of toxins and to jump start his lagging work out regimen.

All in all The Flush takes two weeks. He consumes only fresh veggies, lean protein, a few pieces of fruit, water, and usually at night he treats himself to a sort of warm tea that is brewed with pieces of fresh lemon and chunks of fresh ginger.

I usually am not a big fan of this behavior. My thought is that one should simply live a healthy lifestyle in the first place; you know…everything in moderation type of lifestyle. Anyway, the other reason I am not a big fan of The Flush, is that I am the main chef in this house and when he goes on The Flush it really creates more work for me.

However, this last Flush, Adam really took it upon himself to do most of his own cooking and got all of his breakfasts, lunches and snacks together himself. After this last showing, if he keeps it up, I really don’t care how often he does it because it didn’t really have any adverse effects on me.

Until I found this.

I’ve been waiting for this

After several months of getting up at 5:00 am, six times a week, working out and lifting weights for far more time than anyone ever should; this week, I am staring down a week of workouts that just put a smile on my face.

Monday: Rest
Tuesday: 30 minute bike
Wednesday: 20 minute swim
Thursday: 15 minute run
Friday: Rest
Saturday: Beat the hairdresser at ALL costs

P.S. Erik, if it seems as though she is going to beat me. I will need you to slash her tires right before she comes out of the water. OK?

My day of all days

My brother said it best today; as he sat across from me at our kitchen table, taking a large bite out of his Rueben sandwich, “Wow, I can’t believe you’re 35.”

Yeah…how time flies. Just yesterday we were beating each other to a pulp with sticks in the back yard.

It always amazes me how time changes things, heals things, makes things look different, gives one a new-different-sometimes better perspective. How different a person I am now, than I was just last year.

I thank God for the time I have been given, and hopefully the many more happy, exciting, challenging, loving, thrilling years I have left to share with those I love.

Happy birthday to me, but most of all…thanks mom and dad, without you I wouldn’t be here.

iPots

Yeah…pot lids. I know, I know, don’t I have anything better to talk about than pot lids? But let me tell you, for the past 3 years, since we moved into our house, I have cursed at the pot and pan situation. We have two stacks of pots and pans and then the lids are leaning up, stacked on or just plain falling off the shelf every time I open the damn door.

I have often thought of purchasing a pan lid holder, but for some reason have never gotten around to it. Why it is these simple little things are always put off? Usually in our case, until we decide to sell the house and move on. Why?

Well, I decided to bite the bullet, go out and buy a $6 pot lid holder. I placed each pan lid in its individual holder, stepped back to get a good look at it and decide there and then that I have just given myself the best birthday present in the world.

Yes, if you don’t know or have forgotten tomorrow is Flag Day!

BLOCKED

Okay, I have been given the head-nod by Adam to take a seat and write for a bit. Now that I have the chance, the first in what seems to be a very looooong time, I can’t think of a damn thing to say.

So, I am going to do an exercise that I used to do when I was reading The Artists Way. Typically this is done first thing in the morning to rid the mind of unwanted “stuff”, not at night, listening to music, the humming of the Shark ripping discs and my husband singing all the while sipping a glass of wine. Anyway, the exercise is to spontaneously write whatever comes into your head for 20 minutes. I will spear you the twenty minutes, but you will have to either read or skip what is written next. Here’s to cleansing my mind. The exercise will commence once I fill my wine glass.

Ok, ok, what to write. I love classical music; I hate hard, metal banging, ear piercing rock. I hope my babysitter will decide to come one afternoon a week this summer, I haven’t hard from her, what’s the deal? My body is tired. But I am looking forward to the triathlon this weekend. Should I throw chance to the wind and not learn how to change a tire and buy a pump, tire and repair kit? I was in the lake today for my first “open water” swim. Yeah, glad I did that! Swimming in the cold, dark depths is a far cry from the easy to see, clean pool that I did laps in. Adam is talking, yap, yap…talking about Blondie that is playing and Cheap Skate. Oh my god, I was never asked to roller skate dance with anyone at Cheap Skate. Everyone use to think I as a boy, it was heart breaking. Many tears were shed due to being called a boy. No breasts, short hair, I looked just like my brother so people always assumed we were twins. Which brings up another interesting point…Everyone who meets my brother has been asking if he is younger than me. NO! No, he is not! For the record, I have no problem with age; in fact, I really think I am going to come into myself once I hit my 40’s. Not that I am wanting my late thirties to go away but I wouldn’t say they have been totally smooth sailing. Oh there is so much to say, but why drone on about those things. Wait, he is still talking, doesn’t he know I am writing? Oh yeah, my age. Oh yeah, my birthday. Oh, how I love my birthday. I like to try to squeeze as much out of it as possible. It all really changed when the kids came along. Not that I don’t LOVE my birthday anymore, but I just don’t care to do as much with my birthday as I did before. I still remember a picture of me on my 30th birthday that Adam took; I was napping on the couch with CT (3 months old) on my chest. Ever since that birthday, things have changed. So, what do I like to get in on my day? The things that I consider wonderful and decadent or at least that I really like to do are: 1. Go to a coffee shop, drink coffee and read a book (alone) 2. Work out. 3. Have some good red wine. 4. Have cake. Really if you look at that list, I am an easy woman.

Oh god, I must stop writing. I am droning. Thanks for letting me do this. And don’t forget…Flag Day, June 14th, this Tuesday…MY 35th BIRTHDAY.

Here is to unblocking…cheers! Which makes me think of Aimee, how is that book coming, girl?

Road repair

Circus lunch banner finally fixed to work with Firefox and Safari.

Sorry I was grumpy. Forgive me?

-The husband

Monkeys jumping on the bed

Last night after we read books, went potty, brushed teeth, sang songs, said prayers, kissed them goodnight and shut the door, we kept hearing banging. Very often, after the door shuts for the night, PJ and CT wrestle around a bit before they get situated into their beds. This is fine with us, as long as it doesn’t get too loud or too crazy, because after all it is bedtime.

Well, last night there were many loud noises coming from their bedroom. I would say it went on for a good 30 minutes. Since there was no fighting, screaming or yelling, I let it go. Until…the bang, followed by the blood curdling scream that split straight through the air which made me immediately ran upstairs to find PJ screaming, mouth agape, lips turning purple due to the lack of oxygen and her little hand holding onto her left cheek. I pulled her hand away and witnessed something I have never seen before, a bruise forming right before my eyes. Her little cheek went from white to red to blue in a matter of a second or two, the blood simply forcing itself to the surface of the skin.

Tonight (after yet another dump off the bed this afternoon…I was told by CT that he was trying to hug PJ while they were standing on his bed and they fell. PJ of course ended up on the bottom of the pile) new rules have been set in place.

New Rule: Once you are put to bed you MUST stay in your bed!

45 minutes after being put to bed, we know they are not following the new rule. Adam walks up the stairs, opens the door and finds PJ standing in a spread eagle formation on the top of the bed side table with a small toy weapon (a 6 inch wooden stick with a ball on the end of it) in her hand.

She will either be the death of me or herself. Only time will tell.

Bugs in my wine

Mom

Happy 67th Birthday!
Aren’t you excited for my birthday next week, Flag Day, June 14th???