I know the point of butter spray is to lightly "butter" your food without adding unwanted calories. My question is, since there are no calories in said butter spray, does it really matter how many sprays I use? My popcorn tastes WAY better when I douse it with butter spray, and it's still got to be better than dumping real butter on it, right?! I just need SOMETHING that tastes like a treat right now. Not that I am on a flawless diet. I can't seem to get through one day without screwing up, and I can't seem to drop the 7 pounds I've gained since quitting my formal program. Maybe I just shouldn't have quit?
Friday, June 8, 2012
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
Rain
It's raining here in the usually sunny city of Colorado Springs. I believe they estimate that we have about 300 days of sunshine each year. I wouldn't doubt it, either. It's truly beautiful here. So it's really okay when you have an afternoon sprinkle or the occasional downpour, like right now. Sure, it's been raining and hailing for the last hour and it's June, but today was a beautiful day in the 80s. Can I really complain? It's nowhere near as formidable as WI.
Ah, WI...again my home in just 3 1/2 weeks. I know there's some really nice things about the state, but they really do have some nasty rainstorms. I happened to encounter one of the worst I've seen last year when we were on vacation there. Unfortunately I was viewing it from the tiny enclosure of our van as I desperately tried to drive back to the farm from my sister's house. Note, I drove into the storm. I never would have left in it the way it was.
The TV stations were flashing weather alerts at the bottom of the screen, so I thought it would be smart to get going before the rain came. Alas, I did not make it back to Bob's parents' before it came rushing on. The wind was so strong I could barely stay on the road. The rain fell so thickly I couldn't see more than a few feet in front of me. Stoplights and city buildings might have made things a little better, but I was on a deserted county road, praying for dear life harder than I have ever prayed before, and that's saying something!
I finally made it to an intersection with a gas station and pulled over, literally shaking. I called Bob and let him know what was going on and that I would not be heading out again until things settled down a bit. While I did have to drive through rain to make it back, it lightened up enough to feel somewhat safe.
Honestly, this was one of the most terrifying experiences I can remember. (I've been hit head-on by a drunk driver, but I don't remember a thing!) Anytime it starts raining and I'm out now, I get nervous. Maybe I sound like a wimp, but I have never felt so small and helpless in my life. I don't want to experience that again, not here, not in WI. I will definitely be more careful about going out in rain in the future. Thank God I have a caring husband who was willing to go pick up my daughter from church tonight, or I'd be driving in this madness right now. I pray they make it home safely!
Ah, WI...again my home in just 3 1/2 weeks. I know there's some really nice things about the state, but they really do have some nasty rainstorms. I happened to encounter one of the worst I've seen last year when we were on vacation there. Unfortunately I was viewing it from the tiny enclosure of our van as I desperately tried to drive back to the farm from my sister's house. Note, I drove into the storm. I never would have left in it the way it was.
The TV stations were flashing weather alerts at the bottom of the screen, so I thought it would be smart to get going before the rain came. Alas, I did not make it back to Bob's parents' before it came rushing on. The wind was so strong I could barely stay on the road. The rain fell so thickly I couldn't see more than a few feet in front of me. Stoplights and city buildings might have made things a little better, but I was on a deserted county road, praying for dear life harder than I have ever prayed before, and that's saying something!
I finally made it to an intersection with a gas station and pulled over, literally shaking. I called Bob and let him know what was going on and that I would not be heading out again until things settled down a bit. While I did have to drive through rain to make it back, it lightened up enough to feel somewhat safe.
Honestly, this was one of the most terrifying experiences I can remember. (I've been hit head-on by a drunk driver, but I don't remember a thing!) Anytime it starts raining and I'm out now, I get nervous. Maybe I sound like a wimp, but I have never felt so small and helpless in my life. I don't want to experience that again, not here, not in WI. I will definitely be more careful about going out in rain in the future. Thank God I have a caring husband who was willing to go pick up my daughter from church tonight, or I'd be driving in this madness right now. I pray they make it home safely!
Monday, June 4, 2012
Sayin Goodbye
So I have reached the beginning of the end—I met with two friends today for the last time before I leave. It was good to visit with them but sad to think that this is it. I still vacillate between sadness and hope, grief and expectation. At least I am experiencing both and not just depressed all of the time.
I finally feel like I have some clear direction and planning as to our last weeks. I am making some clear cut decisions on packing, etc. That is freeing and empowering. I finish work on the 15th, which is a Friday. I am sure we'll do some projects that Saturday. Sunday is Father's Day, so I told Bob I would make him homemade eggrolls and teriyaki chicken kabobs. Maddie will have her birthday sleepover on Monday, and I will take the girls out to mini-golf and have frozen yogurt. Tuesday morning, I will make them a nice birthday breakfast. That night we'll celebrate her birthday as a family with dinner and cake. Then it's time to get to work.
Wednesday gives me one week until the truck arrives. I will pack—everything. There will be no more cooking. There is no more school or work, just packing. I will go from room to room and clear them out in their entirety. There will be no holds barred. We pack our daily stuff in suitcases, and the rest goes in boxes.
I finally feel like I have some clear direction and planning as to our last weeks. I am making some clear cut decisions on packing, etc. That is freeing and empowering. I finish work on the 15th, which is a Friday. I am sure we'll do some projects that Saturday. Sunday is Father's Day, so I told Bob I would make him homemade eggrolls and teriyaki chicken kabobs. Maddie will have her birthday sleepover on Monday, and I will take the girls out to mini-golf and have frozen yogurt. Tuesday morning, I will make them a nice birthday breakfast. That night we'll celebrate her birthday as a family with dinner and cake. Then it's time to get to work.
Wednesday gives me one week until the truck arrives. I will pack—everything. There will be no more cooking. There is no more school or work, just packing. I will go from room to room and clear them out in their entirety. There will be no holds barred. We pack our daily stuff in suitcases, and the rest goes in boxes.
Friday, June 1, 2012
Another Week Down
I made it through another week of work—just 2 to go. Tomorrow's project is painting Garrett's room. I'd like to get an early start on it since I have a hair appointment at 2:15 pm, but I don't see that happening. Somehow getting Garrett to clean his room and get outlet covers, etc. off the wall tonight (after 8 pm) or early tomorrow morning just seems unreasonable! I suppose the later we get going, the more they will have to finish without me. That's a tradeoff. Of course, that's assuming they will finish it without me...
Sunday, May 27, 2012
Crunch Time
We are officially one month away from our moving date. We have three large rooms to paint, along with many other small projects, and that all has to be done before we can have pictures taken of the house so we can have it listed. Pictures should be taken 2-3 weeks before we move, so our house can be listed as a rental. Plus, the house must be clean for the pictures.
Did I mention that I still only have 24 hours each day, and I do need to sleep close to a 1/3 of those? I also work until June 15 and am wishing I would have set my final date a bit earlier.
And I really haven't even put much thought towards packing. that will come after the repairs and the pictures. Plus, I will have 1 1/2 weeks with nothing to do but pack. I think I can handle that.
I don't want to stress about this, but I do feel the weight upon me. I am hoping my stomach stays calm and can handle this. This morning, I was freaking out about what to wear, and it really had very little to do with my choice of clothing. My diet is sporadic at best, and I am holding onto the loss I managed by a thread. It's really too bad I couldn't learn that whole not-eating coping mechanism for stress.
One month. In some ways, it's so little time—time to fix, to clean, to pack, to say goodbye—and in other ways, it's so much time—time to feel stressed until we leave. I feel like, once we get to WI, we can finally relax. Of course, we'll have to unpack, get settled in, figure out work and school and church and...yeah, I really shouldn't let my mind go there. One thing at a time.
Did I mention that I still only have 24 hours each day, and I do need to sleep close to a 1/3 of those? I also work until June 15 and am wishing I would have set my final date a bit earlier.
And I really haven't even put much thought towards packing. that will come after the repairs and the pictures. Plus, I will have 1 1/2 weeks with nothing to do but pack. I think I can handle that.
I don't want to stress about this, but I do feel the weight upon me. I am hoping my stomach stays calm and can handle this. This morning, I was freaking out about what to wear, and it really had very little to do with my choice of clothing. My diet is sporadic at best, and I am holding onto the loss I managed by a thread. It's really too bad I couldn't learn that whole not-eating coping mechanism for stress.
One month. In some ways, it's so little time—time to fix, to clean, to pack, to say goodbye—and in other ways, it's so much time—time to feel stressed until we leave. I feel like, once we get to WI, we can finally relax. Of course, we'll have to unpack, get settled in, figure out work and school and church and...yeah, I really shouldn't let my mind go there. One thing at a time.
Friday, May 25, 2012
More Dinnertime Laughs
We're eating dinner tonight, talking about Domo. Obie was naming each of us. Bob was the Dragon Domo. I go tto be the Pretty Princess Domo. I think Garrett was a Ghost Domo. Maddie wanted to know what she was, so Obie said, "You're just a harmless beast."
Thursday, May 24, 2012
The Man
So we're talking together about the boys and girls in our house. Obie stated that there's 3 boys. I responded by affirming that I have my man and my two boys, to which Obie asked, "Am I the man?"
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