I am saturated.
And ready to implode!
Time for relaxation techniques to kick in . . . and implemented immediately.
I haven't heard any feedback regarding vileman's liberal use of the internet and other no no's.
***
Must. Think. Of. Something. Positive.
****
I have maintained an 11 pound weight loss for the last few weeks, though I haven't been cracking the whip.
*****
Vileman's trial has been reset to the week after Christmas. He is at the very top of the list and I know that the prosecutor assigned (he has bounced all over the ADA staff) just wrapped up a very high profile murder case.
I might be writing a very long letter to Santa Claus regarding adding someone to his naughty list.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Thursday, November 5, 2009
No News . . . Yet (tick tick tick . . .)
Still waiting to hear something about anything!
In the meantime, I'm hunkered down trying to secure some temporary seasonal retail employment while still doing the full-time job hunt.
I so wish I had something of the good news variety to let you know about.
But I got nothing.
I have been staying away from sweets (there's a bit of good news!) and sticking with the fat cracking diet. The few slacks that I bought last fall when I thought I was going to be looking for a job, are about to be too big - (some more good news!)
Switching gears, last week Abbey from TBL was on the radio and mentioned there was a romance going on behind the scenes . . . after watching Tuesday's episode, I think I might have figured out the duo . . . (Trainer and young pretty trainee . . . )
I'm off to read Jen's review of this weeks TBL episode . . . maybe she mentions something about it.
In the meantime, I'm hunkered down trying to secure some temporary seasonal retail employment while still doing the full-time job hunt.
I so wish I had something of the good news variety to let you know about.
But I got nothing.
I have been staying away from sweets (there's a bit of good news!) and sticking with the fat cracking diet. The few slacks that I bought last fall when I thought I was going to be looking for a job, are about to be too big - (some more good news!)
Switching gears, last week Abbey from TBL was on the radio and mentioned there was a romance going on behind the scenes . . . after watching Tuesday's episode, I think I might have figured out the duo . . . (Trainer and young pretty trainee . . . )
I'm off to read Jen's review of this weeks TBL episode . . . maybe she mentions something about it.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
tick tick tick tick tick tick tick . . . . . .
The waiting is the hardest part.
Thursday and Friday, were horrible eating days. The worst of the year and possibly the last few years.
I was running around gathering information and making copies and the stress of it all (plus the dreaded first day of lady cycle) had me incorporating an old habit . . .something I haven't done in several years . . .
I invited an old companion to accompany me. Her name is "Little Debbie" and she supplied the zebra cakes.
After I inhaled the package of two small nonfood items, I realized I hadn't even tasted them. So I pulled out a second package of two and ate them slower. (Bringing my calorie content to around 900 for four individual zebra cakes.
By the way, they were not tasty.
When I got to my destination, I threw the box away for fear I would consume the entire contents, trying desparately to remember why they (the cakes) brought me comfort a few years ago.
The magic wasn't rekindled.
Friday, I failed to eat breakfast and realized it was already time to pick up the kids from school and I hadn't eaten anything all day. I was wired from too much coffee.
Thank goodness I have the snack bag in the car for the kids (which has never bothered me or triggered any binges).
Two individual bags of goldfish crackers later, I was now craving carbs.
Made the kids witches broomstick breadsticks (from pizza dough) when we got home. I ate mine with butter.
***
I know it might not sound so bad or be considered a binge in some peoples' book but it isn't really about the food. It's how I handled the stress. It was handled destructively. And not just one off day but two. And we all know that if it isn't nipped in the bud, two bad days can equal a week and so on . . . until you weigh more than you have ever weighed.
This morning I had a boiled egg and a sliced apple first thing.
My face and fingers feel and look puffy.
I think my best course of dealing with the upcoming issue is to eat healthy, get plenty of water, exercise and wait it out like a human. Not a zombie feasting on anything that moves past me.
Thursday and Friday, were horrible eating days. The worst of the year and possibly the last few years.
I was running around gathering information and making copies and the stress of it all (plus the dreaded first day of lady cycle) had me incorporating an old habit . . .something I haven't done in several years . . .
I invited an old companion to accompany me. Her name is "Little Debbie" and she supplied the zebra cakes.
After I inhaled the package of two small nonfood items, I realized I hadn't even tasted them. So I pulled out a second package of two and ate them slower. (Bringing my calorie content to around 900 for four individual zebra cakes.
By the way, they were not tasty.
When I got to my destination, I threw the box away for fear I would consume the entire contents, trying desparately to remember why they (the cakes) brought me comfort a few years ago.
The magic wasn't rekindled.
Friday, I failed to eat breakfast and realized it was already time to pick up the kids from school and I hadn't eaten anything all day. I was wired from too much coffee.
Thank goodness I have the snack bag in the car for the kids (which has never bothered me or triggered any binges).
Two individual bags of goldfish crackers later, I was now craving carbs.
Made the kids witches broomstick breadsticks (from pizza dough) when we got home. I ate mine with butter.
***
I know it might not sound so bad or be considered a binge in some peoples' book but it isn't really about the food. It's how I handled the stress. It was handled destructively. And not just one off day but two. And we all know that if it isn't nipped in the bud, two bad days can equal a week and so on . . . until you weigh more than you have ever weighed.
This morning I had a boiled egg and a sliced apple first thing.
My face and fingers feel and look puffy.
I think my best course of dealing with the upcoming issue is to eat healthy, get plenty of water, exercise and wait it out like a human. Not a zombie feasting on anything that moves past me.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Problem Will Be Solved (Keeps fingers crossed . . .)
Thank you all so much for your support and comments regarding you know what.
I believe the problem will be handled by the end of the week and I will keep you informed . . .
until then, I edited my last post, so as not to tip someone off should someone happen to find this blog. I hid the comments for the time being also.
I will write more once I know more.
Thanks again for all your support! I so, so, appreciate it.
I believe the problem will be handled by the end of the week and I will keep you informed . . .
until then, I edited my last post, so as not to tip someone off should someone happen to find this blog. I hid the comments for the time being also.
I will write more once I know more.
Thanks again for all your support! I so, so, appreciate it.
Monday, October 26, 2009
My Life in the Left Hand Turn Lane
It always seems like I am turning left, whether taking the kids to school or returning home, or running errands.
Weird.
***
The girl (6) went back to school today after missing most of last week (she went to school on Wednesday but said she felt horrible and when I picked her up after school she had a temperature of 103.8). She has missed a total of eight days already this year and I suspect today, I will get the computer generated letter telling me she has excessive absences and if she misses seven more days she will not be eligible to pass first grade.
Grrr.
I understand that the school district legally has to notify you that your child is frequently absent and passing school might be jeopardized, but . . . since school started, the nation has had a very early flu season with two flu(s) floating around!
Six ran a fever for eight straight days . . . starting on Thursday and ending the next Friday. A child could easily miss 5 to 7 days of school for each case of flu (seasonal and H1N1)! I think over 15 absent days is the cut-off, so two bouts of flu and your out!
Grrr.
And the school does not want you to send your child to school sick.
The first three days six missed happened the third week of school and I think she might have had a mild case of the H1N1 flu - fever, body aches and diarrhea. Turns out that week, she was NOT the only one home ill. The absence rate was way high compared to last year at that time.
I'm not worried about six not passing first grade because of illness/absences. She is smart. ***We interrupt this old lady rant to insert some proud parental bragging rights*** At the beginning of the school year, the teacher tested all the kids on reading and math skills -Six got a perfect score on word recognition, something the teacher in 17 years of teaching had never seen before. And six already reads the wpm required of first graders to pass to second grade. ***End of bragging.***
What I am worried about is the necessity to change the rules this school season due to the already high absences related to the two flu(s). And the flu season has just begun. Parents should be able to keep their kids home to recover and not feel pressure to get them back in school based on the absence rate. (I understand this is very hard on working parents too, because it's tough to ask off work all week or longer to care for an ill child.)
****
Weird.
***
The girl (6) went back to school today after missing most of last week (she went to school on Wednesday but said she felt horrible and when I picked her up after school she had a temperature of 103.8). She has missed a total of eight days already this year and I suspect today, I will get the computer generated letter telling me she has excessive absences and if she misses seven more days she will not be eligible to pass first grade.
Grrr.
I understand that the school district legally has to notify you that your child is frequently absent and passing school might be jeopardized, but . . . since school started, the nation has had a very early flu season with two flu(s) floating around!
Six ran a fever for eight straight days . . . starting on Thursday and ending the next Friday. A child could easily miss 5 to 7 days of school for each case of flu (seasonal and H1N1)! I think over 15 absent days is the cut-off, so two bouts of flu and your out!
Grrr.
And the school does not want you to send your child to school sick.
The first three days six missed happened the third week of school and I think she might have had a mild case of the H1N1 flu - fever, body aches and diarrhea. Turns out that week, she was NOT the only one home ill. The absence rate was way high compared to last year at that time.
I'm not worried about six not passing first grade because of illness/absences. She is smart. ***We interrupt this old lady rant to insert some proud parental bragging rights*** At the beginning of the school year, the teacher tested all the kids on reading and math skills -Six got a perfect score on word recognition, something the teacher in 17 years of teaching had never seen before. And six already reads the wpm required of first graders to pass to second grade. ***End of bragging.***
What I am worried about is the necessity to change the rules this school season due to the already high absences related to the two flu(s). And the flu season has just begun. Parents should be able to keep their kids home to recover and not feel pressure to get them back in school based on the absence rate. (I understand this is very hard on working parents too, because it's tough to ask off work all week or longer to care for an ill child.)
****
Friday, October 23, 2009
The Book of Possibilities Replaced with a Plan
The movie "Last Holiday" with Queen Latifa is one of my favorite "feel good" movies and I just loved the character's "book of possibilities". She made the book scrapbook-like and put in it, things she wanted to do, places she wanted to go and recipes she wanted to try.
There is a scene in the movie where she is looking at her book and crying because she hadn't implemented any of her possibilities, that is, until she thinks she only has a few weeks to live.
Only when she thinks she is dying, does she begin to live out her possibilities.
I don't want that to happen to me.
Debbi has a great Friday quote post today that got me thinking about this possibility/dream /action/plan thing.
For instance, the other morning when I was taking 13 to school, we were listening to the radio and the dj (Kidd Kraddick) was talking about single parents. According to some research he quoted, 1 in 5 single parents never dates again. Then he went on and described that single parent . . . sweat pants (I was wearing blue jean shorts), tee shirt (check!) flip flops (check!), no make-up (I prefer fresh faced but . . . check!) and so on and so on . . .
13 just looked at me like I was from outer space because, I was saying "check!" with each description.
Now the dating thing, I'm currently not interested in as we all know why (thank you vileman for making me currently not trust males) but I think right now, it's okay that I shy away from that part until I'm ready.
But I don't want to look like I have given up on myself either.
Right now my biggest "dream" is to find a good job. This job will be the most important job of my working career because it has to be something that I am satisfied with, that pays the bills and allows the kids and I to move into chapter two of this journey.
I haven't really written down a plan to find this great job. Oh, I've dreamed about the possibilities of finding great job and cashing my paycheck. I have been job hunting on the internet, large company websites, and the newspaper but I haven't sat down and decided what it is that I want to do, or at least narrowed it down. Instead, I have been applying for things I think I could do, even if it isn't something that might interest me.
I need a well thought out plan.
Exercising is another dream/possibility without a plan.
Sometimes, I daydream about doing yoga every morning and then walking after the kids get home from school or riding the exercise bike in the shop should it be raining. I need an exercise schedule stat! But more importantly, I need to implement the exercise schedule . . . STAT!
So, over the next few days, I will be making doable plans.
There is a scene in the movie where she is looking at her book and crying because she hadn't implemented any of her possibilities, that is, until she thinks she only has a few weeks to live.
Only when she thinks she is dying, does she begin to live out her possibilities.
I don't want that to happen to me.
Debbi has a great Friday quote post today that got me thinking about this possibility/dream /action/plan thing.
For instance, the other morning when I was taking 13 to school, we were listening to the radio and the dj (Kidd Kraddick) was talking about single parents. According to some research he quoted, 1 in 5 single parents never dates again. Then he went on and described that single parent . . . sweat pants (I was wearing blue jean shorts), tee shirt (check!) flip flops (check!), no make-up (I prefer fresh faced but . . . check!) and so on and so on . . .
13 just looked at me like I was from outer space because, I was saying "check!" with each description.
Now the dating thing, I'm currently not interested in as we all know why (thank you vileman for making me currently not trust males) but I think right now, it's okay that I shy away from that part until I'm ready.
But I don't want to look like I have given up on myself either.
Right now my biggest "dream" is to find a good job. This job will be the most important job of my working career because it has to be something that I am satisfied with, that pays the bills and allows the kids and I to move into chapter two of this journey.
I haven't really written down a plan to find this great job. Oh, I've dreamed about the possibilities of finding great job and cashing my paycheck. I have been job hunting on the internet, large company websites, and the newspaper but I haven't sat down and decided what it is that I want to do, or at least narrowed it down. Instead, I have been applying for things I think I could do, even if it isn't something that might interest me.
I need a well thought out plan.
Exercising is another dream/possibility without a plan.
Sometimes, I daydream about doing yoga every morning and then walking after the kids get home from school or riding the exercise bike in the shop should it be raining. I need an exercise schedule stat! But more importantly, I need to implement the exercise schedule . . . STAT!
So, over the next few days, I will be making doable plans.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Time for a will
This morning I'm running a temperature, a very low grade one. I usually run below 98.6 (around 97 degrees due to thyroid disease) so anything close to 100 is a temperature for me . . . a million little violins are playing . . .
Six went back to school this morning after being home since Friday with an "upper respiratory infection" . . .because doctor is tired of the flu diagnosis paperwork and testing for all patients with flu like symptoms . . .
While waiting for 6's dance class to end last week, another mom offered me an Avon book and said she was the Avon lady. I told her I used to use the Anew products. She studied my face and handed me some Anew product samples (the Anew line has products specified for each age decade 30's, 40's, and 50's . . . apparently your skin doesn't require anything new when you are in your 60's, 70's, 80's, 90's, or 100's ) . . . that's right, after studying my skin, she handed me samples for . . . . . .
THE 50's AGE GROUP . . . . the 50's and older age group!
. . . Don't like Avon lady . . . I'll buy Olay.
Tomorrow 12 turns 13 . . . he will now be called a teenager for the next five years . . . the adolescent-hell years . . . I can already feel my wrinkles deepening . . .
Today, I will be working on my last will and testament . . . because I have a temperature and I look old.
Six went back to school this morning after being home since Friday with an "upper respiratory infection" . . .because doctor is tired of the flu diagnosis paperwork and testing for all patients with flu like symptoms . . .
While waiting for 6's dance class to end last week, another mom offered me an Avon book and said she was the Avon lady. I told her I used to use the Anew products. She studied my face and handed me some Anew product samples (the Anew line has products specified for each age decade 30's, 40's, and 50's . . . apparently your skin doesn't require anything new when you are in your 60's, 70's, 80's, 90's, or 100's ) . . . that's right, after studying my skin, she handed me samples for . . . . . .
THE 50's AGE GROUP . . . . the 50's and older age group!
. . . Don't like Avon lady . . . I'll buy Olay.
Tomorrow 12 turns 13 . . . he will now be called a teenager for the next five years . . . the adolescent-hell years . . . I can already feel my wrinkles deepening . . .
Today, I will be working on my last will and testament . . . because I have a temperature and I look old.
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