It is what it is.
Grin and bear it.
You know me, I never/always...
This too shall pass
Boys will be boys
It's probably muscle weight gain.
Have you tried restarting it?
Have you tried honey?
Have you tried essential oils?
It's God's plan/will.
Real Deal
To be continued
Showing posts with label general whining. Show all posts
Showing posts with label general whining. Show all posts
Monday, September 18, 2017
Tuesday, October 25, 2016
Fasting and Furious
I HATE the hoops our insurance makes us jump through-this annual blood test with heavy results. 6 markers to see if we get fined or just get to pay the usual hiked prices for seriously sub standard coverage. Right now, in addition to paying well over $200 a month for 'insurance' we also have to pay the first $1500 of all medical care PER PERSON before it kicks in to pay 80%
If one of us does not pass the test tomorrow: blood pressure, weight, non-smoking, HDL, cholesterol and glucose, then we get fined another $900 a year. For everyone who does not pass 4 of the 6.
I tested really close in glucose a few years ago, since then, I have been fasting 36+ hours instead of 12 because the doc can't say why my blood sugar is so high after fasting. Not my ACTUAL doctor, but the stranger I called instead because calling a doctor only costs $45 instead of $120. This was the solution. Just, don't eat after lunch starting 2 days before the test. No tips for my really low HDL other than try taking fish oil, which makes me sick. So I took double dosages of flaxseed oil every day last year and it actually went down another point. It needs to go up.
Another way to raise the HDL is to walk regularly. I think mine is just broken. My bad cholesterol is super low, too, so I suspect some sort of thing is going on. Sure wish I could afford to find out what!
Matt will pass, no problem. I will get hung up on HDL and weight, but this year they are taking waist circumference as an alternative and mine is under the 35 inch requirement. Or was...I have (TMI) pms! and have been fasting 24 hours now and I weigh more than I did yesterday. I swear. This whole thing SUCKS.
In other news, I only have 720 miles in for the year and my goal was 1000. We walked 3 miles last night, but with the sun setting earlier and earlier and after Halloween, the time change will have it black night by the time Matt gets in. Our track isn't lit. Well, unless you count the BLINDING spotlight on the flag POLE (they missed the flag) that manages to hit our eyes from roughly 3/4 of the track loop. My point is, it's hard to walk after Matt gets off work during the fall and winter. So I am not confident I will get 280 more miles in the 65 or so remaining days this year. I really don't like walking alone and despite my many requests for someone to join me, I don't have many takers. I'm not afraid to go, I just don't like to be alone with my thoughts. I don't zone when I walk, I mull.
But, I am still walking with Karen and Melissa tomorrow and I am walking with Andrea and Matt Friday and doing a group hike with Park Sunday. That will add another 30+ miles to the total, so...I still need to walk over 4 miles a day for the rest of the year. ha! Probably not going to happen.
Here are a few pics
Early fall color
the halfway, though Andrea and I stopped at the 10 mile point and Matt (who was running) came up to get us. She had never done more than 6 miles (that was the week before with me!) and her feet were getting blisters.
I love tiny oranges!
And that's it. I have been reading like mad, planning the sea lab trip (OMG the drama when there's money involved) and enjoying the lower temps. Still waiting on the guy to come clear the pasture so I can get back at working on the trail this fall and winter. Looking forward to eating so I won't be this miserable and whiny.
The kids are playing Civilization V around the clock, Alone, in pairs, all three. Not sure of the appeal, but it has it in spades. I haven't seen Chan leave her room this often in years. They have it going in the living room, there's a constant shuffle of chairs and blankets and pillows and there are cups of tea perched on anything flat. I sweep through with the vacuum and to gather dishes at least twice a day. Today, they made a pizza to share. Horrible children. I shut my door but the windows are open and the kitchen is 90 degrees from my room. It wafted.
If one of us does not pass the test tomorrow: blood pressure, weight, non-smoking, HDL, cholesterol and glucose, then we get fined another $900 a year. For everyone who does not pass 4 of the 6.
I tested really close in glucose a few years ago, since then, I have been fasting 36+ hours instead of 12 because the doc can't say why my blood sugar is so high after fasting. Not my ACTUAL doctor, but the stranger I called instead because calling a doctor only costs $45 instead of $120. This was the solution. Just, don't eat after lunch starting 2 days before the test. No tips for my really low HDL other than try taking fish oil, which makes me sick. So I took double dosages of flaxseed oil every day last year and it actually went down another point. It needs to go up.
Another way to raise the HDL is to walk regularly. I think mine is just broken. My bad cholesterol is super low, too, so I suspect some sort of thing is going on. Sure wish I could afford to find out what!
Matt will pass, no problem. I will get hung up on HDL and weight, but this year they are taking waist circumference as an alternative and mine is under the 35 inch requirement. Or was...I have (TMI) pms! and have been fasting 24 hours now and I weigh more than I did yesterday. I swear. This whole thing SUCKS.
In other news, I only have 720 miles in for the year and my goal was 1000. We walked 3 miles last night, but with the sun setting earlier and earlier and after Halloween, the time change will have it black night by the time Matt gets in. Our track isn't lit. Well, unless you count the BLINDING spotlight on the flag POLE (they missed the flag) that manages to hit our eyes from roughly 3/4 of the track loop. My point is, it's hard to walk after Matt gets off work during the fall and winter. So I am not confident I will get 280 more miles in the 65 or so remaining days this year. I really don't like walking alone and despite my many requests for someone to join me, I don't have many takers. I'm not afraid to go, I just don't like to be alone with my thoughts. I don't zone when I walk, I mull.
But, I am still walking with Karen and Melissa tomorrow and I am walking with Andrea and Matt Friday and doing a group hike with Park Sunday. That will add another 30+ miles to the total, so...I still need to walk over 4 miles a day for the rest of the year. ha! Probably not going to happen.
Here are a few pics
Early fall color
the halfway, though Andrea and I stopped at the 10 mile point and Matt (who was running) came up to get us. She had never done more than 6 miles (that was the week before with me!) and her feet were getting blisters.
I love tiny oranges!
And that's it. I have been reading like mad, planning the sea lab trip (OMG the drama when there's money involved) and enjoying the lower temps. Still waiting on the guy to come clear the pasture so I can get back at working on the trail this fall and winter. Looking forward to eating so I won't be this miserable and whiny.
The kids are playing Civilization V around the clock, Alone, in pairs, all three. Not sure of the appeal, but it has it in spades. I haven't seen Chan leave her room this often in years. They have it going in the living room, there's a constant shuffle of chairs and blankets and pillows and there are cups of tea perched on anything flat. I sweep through with the vacuum and to gather dishes at least twice a day. Today, they made a pizza to share. Horrible children. I shut my door but the windows are open and the kitchen is 90 degrees from my room. It wafted.
Wednesday, May 20, 2015
Nettlevan
We bought Nettlevan in 2007, I named her after a dragon character in Dragon rider called 'Nettlebrand, the Golden One'.
She recently flipped to 200,000 miles, all but 23k of those, I put on her.
On Wednesday the 20th, I was driving the kids and the Lackey kids to the lake for the day. We were on a 2 lane backroad, I needed to get gas and had decided to wait until the upcoming intersection to fill up.
Up ahead, WAY up ahead, was a Dish network van. It was slowing down, so I took my foot off the gas. There was a driveway to the right and a longer driveway (turned out to be a single lane County Road) to the left, both gravel. I saw what I THOUGHT was him signaling right and decided instead of stopping, I would just pull on around him while he turned. It was a long flat section, dashed line, no one coming.
At the last second, he turned left, too. I smacked into the side panel doing about 15-20. Barely dented his vehicle on the side panel, crushed the front passenger crumple zone on Nettlevan. Quarter panel, headlight, wheel well, hood, bumper.
No one was hurt.
It did not deploy the airbags, no windows broke, no doors were damaged, it runs, AC works, nothing leaking. The hood was too bent on the front corner to look at the engine, but it has breakaway engine mounts that in an impact are designed to drop the engine so it does not get pushed back into your lap. That was not activated. The check engine light did not even come on.
Amanda came and got the kids, so they got to play at the lake. Dy brought them back, that was really nice how that part worked out at least. I found myself thankful for so many things-not being far from home being up there.
I am SO hopeful they will fix her, but I expect since she's got 200k and she's nearing 10 years old that they will total her instead. I think new body parts will be more than the three or four thousand she's likely only worth. We JUST got Matt a newer car, I needed her around 2 more years before I can think about undertaking another car payment. I can't get a decent family van for $4k.
I also hope, since the damage was minimal to their van and no equipment was damaged, that the Dish network does not go after me for anything more and the guy is as nice as he seemed and doesn't develop some spinal injury all of a sudden. They made him go right to the doctor for drug testing, so hopefully that will quickly rule out anything else.
So what happened was that his left rear light was totally out. What I had seen as a right signal was him hesitating, unsure if he was at the right place or not. He had tapped the brake a couple of times, lighting up the whole right light housing and since the left light was out, I thought it was the turn signal.
I should have just stopped, but we were off for an adventure and I needed gas and I thought I could just scoot around and go on with our day. No problem.
The adjuster should be in touch Friday and the car shop was pretty cheerful about their ability to fix her. So, fingers crossed...
CRASHED!
It's so weird, both the lightbulbs from the turn signal were intact and on the ground.
I told the body shop guy to reuse them AND that headlight I could clearly see in there. Those things are 20 bucks!
Pretty minimal damage, I hope. One of those side panels could cost 10 million dollars for all I know.
It's just so ugly! I scratched myself up pretty good digging out broken chunks so nothing would blow out going down the road.
Just yesterday I was looking at my hood and put 'having hood repainted' at number 500 on my list of things to get paid for somehow. I guess the Universe wanted those 3 rusty nicks gone sooner.
The girls played and sang a song about the horrific event.
It was mostly about the rain that seemed to be coming our way, but still.
My artsy endeavor, Nettlevan Towed. :(
But tomorrow a good friend goes in for a bone marrow biopsy. She's looking at things like chemo options and possible outcomes-not for a 10 year old van but for her 40 year old body and her husband and children. I know it's small potatoes, this wreck, and that we were all unharmed and are well is something I could spend a little more time being grateful for.
The unknown has so much power.
She recently flipped to 200,000 miles, all but 23k of those, I put on her.
On Wednesday the 20th, I was driving the kids and the Lackey kids to the lake for the day. We were on a 2 lane backroad, I needed to get gas and had decided to wait until the upcoming intersection to fill up.
Up ahead, WAY up ahead, was a Dish network van. It was slowing down, so I took my foot off the gas. There was a driveway to the right and a longer driveway (turned out to be a single lane County Road) to the left, both gravel. I saw what I THOUGHT was him signaling right and decided instead of stopping, I would just pull on around him while he turned. It was a long flat section, dashed line, no one coming.
At the last second, he turned left, too. I smacked into the side panel doing about 15-20. Barely dented his vehicle on the side panel, crushed the front passenger crumple zone on Nettlevan. Quarter panel, headlight, wheel well, hood, bumper.
No one was hurt.
It did not deploy the airbags, no windows broke, no doors were damaged, it runs, AC works, nothing leaking. The hood was too bent on the front corner to look at the engine, but it has breakaway engine mounts that in an impact are designed to drop the engine so it does not get pushed back into your lap. That was not activated. The check engine light did not even come on.
Amanda came and got the kids, so they got to play at the lake. Dy brought them back, that was really nice how that part worked out at least. I found myself thankful for so many things-not being far from home being up there.
I am SO hopeful they will fix her, but I expect since she's got 200k and she's nearing 10 years old that they will total her instead. I think new body parts will be more than the three or four thousand she's likely only worth. We JUST got Matt a newer car, I needed her around 2 more years before I can think about undertaking another car payment. I can't get a decent family van for $4k.
I also hope, since the damage was minimal to their van and no equipment was damaged, that the Dish network does not go after me for anything more and the guy is as nice as he seemed and doesn't develop some spinal injury all of a sudden. They made him go right to the doctor for drug testing, so hopefully that will quickly rule out anything else.
So what happened was that his left rear light was totally out. What I had seen as a right signal was him hesitating, unsure if he was at the right place or not. He had tapped the brake a couple of times, lighting up the whole right light housing and since the left light was out, I thought it was the turn signal.
I should have just stopped, but we were off for an adventure and I needed gas and I thought I could just scoot around and go on with our day. No problem.
The adjuster should be in touch Friday and the car shop was pretty cheerful about their ability to fix her. So, fingers crossed...
CRASHED!
It's so weird, both the lightbulbs from the turn signal were intact and on the ground.
I told the body shop guy to reuse them AND that headlight I could clearly see in there. Those things are 20 bucks!
Pretty minimal damage, I hope. One of those side panels could cost 10 million dollars for all I know.
It's just so ugly! I scratched myself up pretty good digging out broken chunks so nothing would blow out going down the road.
Just yesterday I was looking at my hood and put 'having hood repainted' at number 500 on my list of things to get paid for somehow. I guess the Universe wanted those 3 rusty nicks gone sooner.
The girls played and sang a song about the horrific event.
It was mostly about the rain that seemed to be coming our way, but still.
My artsy endeavor, Nettlevan Towed. :(
I am so sad, I love my van and I am so bummed a momentary bad decision and some bad luck ended up so so crappy.
But tomorrow a good friend goes in for a bone marrow biopsy. She's looking at things like chemo options and possible outcomes-not for a 10 year old van but for her 40 year old body and her husband and children. I know it's small potatoes, this wreck, and that we were all unharmed and are well is something I could spend a little more time being grateful for.
The unknown has so much power.
I will update when I know more.
Monday, May 26, 2014
Late Spring of my Discontent
Is it the heat? I dunno.
We went without a heat pump all winter to save up to have it fixed this spring. It came on twice after he left and died for good-it does not even click. I called to see if there was any hope having him come look again, maybe a loose wire that was easy to spot, and he was in the hospital having heart surgery. So for now, we are going the box-fan-in-the-window routine and deciding what we need more-a central unit, a new roof or a newer car. Or rather, what we need most/first. I think we can do without a central unit, though that's optimism talking. It's not actually HOT yet.
In the meantime, I am economizing as much as possible, which is furthering my funk because Matt is off this week and I want to go have an adventure, but there's no money for that. I was just off on a trip last week. I hate his job. I have sense enough to appreciate that he HAS one, but there is some point when just having a paycheck is the only perk, it starts to suck. It's at that point. Forced vacation is the worst, it negates anything like...the shitty medical insurance that does not cover stuff like medical-related tests and the fact that he can take lunch at 11 OR at 11:30 without anyone complaining.
I can't focus, I have ideas for writing and even sitting in place, I wander off in my brain and look down 20 minutes later to realize I have doodled 4 leaf clovers and can't recall what I was going to write. Uggh. I feel useless. There, that's what's wrong.
Okay, shutting up and publishing now, maybe I can come back later and reveal how I amazingly overcame my funk and saved a small village and wrote 7 fabulous chapters that earned me an advance that perfectly covered a new roof, AC and used car.
We went without a heat pump all winter to save up to have it fixed this spring. It came on twice after he left and died for good-it does not even click. I called to see if there was any hope having him come look again, maybe a loose wire that was easy to spot, and he was in the hospital having heart surgery. So for now, we are going the box-fan-in-the-window routine and deciding what we need more-a central unit, a new roof or a newer car. Or rather, what we need most/first. I think we can do without a central unit, though that's optimism talking. It's not actually HOT yet.
In the meantime, I am economizing as much as possible, which is furthering my funk because Matt is off this week and I want to go have an adventure, but there's no money for that. I was just off on a trip last week. I hate his job. I have sense enough to appreciate that he HAS one, but there is some point when just having a paycheck is the only perk, it starts to suck. It's at that point. Forced vacation is the worst, it negates anything like...the shitty medical insurance that does not cover stuff like medical-related tests and the fact that he can take lunch at 11 OR at 11:30 without anyone complaining.
I can't focus, I have ideas for writing and even sitting in place, I wander off in my brain and look down 20 minutes later to realize I have doodled 4 leaf clovers and can't recall what I was going to write. Uggh. I feel useless. There, that's what's wrong.
Okay, shutting up and publishing now, maybe I can come back later and reveal how I amazingly overcame my funk and saved a small village and wrote 7 fabulous chapters that earned me an advance that perfectly covered a new roof, AC and used car.
Monday, May 28, 2012
Griping About Movies
I am sure there are bigger Joss fans than myself out there, but I consider myself pretty enthralled and have thought of him as a major talent for many years and I have watched everything he's been involved in, most things more than twice. I was thrilled when he did Avengers and Matt and Jake went to see it opening weekend and were like squeally 7 year olds about how great it was.
I finally got the chance to see it last night a the drive-in along with Battleship. I have to confess, I was not as taken with it as I imagined, several points confused me and did not seem to go along with what I had come to believe about various characters. In no order, here are most: Black Widow had more upper body strength than what was implied with her stick-like arms, still...a human female can hang on to the exhaust system of a speeder flying through the air. A speeder that just came into the atmosphere from outer space somewhere. I mean, the used a portal, so it probably wasn't THAT hot. Maybe it was not hot at all, maybe they used non-fuel to propel it. By 'it', I mean the ships that could travel through space, yet be taken down by an arrow that made them explode like fireworks. That makes me think there's some fuel involved.
The battle between the heroes. Is it so much more important to beat the other guy to a pulp and take back your prisoner-who got left on a mountain somewhere over that way while you have a three way with 2 other guys fighting to keep Loki under lock and key. The same Loki who sat down to wait to be recaptured. I know the whole Thor vs Iron Man and so on is fantasy material pissing contest, but...the bad guy was just sitting there, not in any kind of restraints. If he had not planned to get put on the ship, he could have just strolled away and stolen himself a diet Dr. Pepper and sat at the park looking at the little picture of Hawkeye on the side between sips while plotting his next move.
Next thing, I understand Mjolnir is magical/enchanted, whatever. Like Excalibur. Like Tetsusaiga. But Hulk could not pick it up. Too heavy. For HULK. Then later, he saves the day by smashing a big dragon ship in the nose and stopping it dead, presumably killing everyone inside it...or maybe it's a living ship? I never was clear on that, there did not seem to be landing gear. Okay, so that makes me think that Thor could have done the same thing with Mjolnir and Hulk's smash attack is just redundant.
I just sat there feeling horrible for Manhattan. They wrecked SO many buildings and it was so needless. I guess the tornadoes were more psychologically damaging than I realized because all I could think was how long it was going to take before the area was back to normal-and how HUGE the pile at the landfill would be. Or maybe they can reopen the portal and Hulk can throw the trash through the hole. Or, jump up there.
I was not enthralled with the movie. Hawkeye has barely any kind of back story, I felt like he was the little brother someone got stuck watching, even if he was cute and played well with the rest of the kids, I did not have any feel for him. Black Widow was nearly as unfamiliar, though there was much chatting about her back story and she's kind of one-dimensional. Female spy who uses her wiles to get information, has a heart of gold under that leather-clad bosom and can fight dirty though always seems to be searching for redemption. I did like that she seemed actually afraid of Hulk.
And that brings me to the Hulk. Okay...when did he start playing well with others? Was it that he had a real enemy to focus his anger on? Then why did he punch Thor? The same Thor who had a tiny little knife thrust into his belly that weakened him enough to make his landing shaky and his arm all wobbly and then just went away. And, finally, though not Avengers-specific, I don't like that Hulk jumps. He's like a big, angry green flea. I find it freaky and since this is my blog and my opinion, I am adding it.
There were moments I liked, of course. Even the parts I am griping about, I still enjoyed watching. I just hoped for...more. Or something else.
I finally got the chance to see it last night a the drive-in along with Battleship. I have to confess, I was not as taken with it as I imagined, several points confused me and did not seem to go along with what I had come to believe about various characters. In no order, here are most: Black Widow had more upper body strength than what was implied with her stick-like arms, still...a human female can hang on to the exhaust system of a speeder flying through the air. A speeder that just came into the atmosphere from outer space somewhere. I mean, the used a portal, so it probably wasn't THAT hot. Maybe it was not hot at all, maybe they used non-fuel to propel it. By 'it', I mean the ships that could travel through space, yet be taken down by an arrow that made them explode like fireworks. That makes me think there's some fuel involved.
The battle between the heroes. Is it so much more important to beat the other guy to a pulp and take back your prisoner-who got left on a mountain somewhere over that way while you have a three way with 2 other guys fighting to keep Loki under lock and key. The same Loki who sat down to wait to be recaptured. I know the whole Thor vs Iron Man and so on is fantasy material pissing contest, but...the bad guy was just sitting there, not in any kind of restraints. If he had not planned to get put on the ship, he could have just strolled away and stolen himself a diet Dr. Pepper and sat at the park looking at the little picture of Hawkeye on the side between sips while plotting his next move.
Next thing, I understand Mjolnir is magical/enchanted, whatever. Like Excalibur. Like Tetsusaiga. But Hulk could not pick it up. Too heavy. For HULK. Then later, he saves the day by smashing a big dragon ship in the nose and stopping it dead, presumably killing everyone inside it...or maybe it's a living ship? I never was clear on that, there did not seem to be landing gear. Okay, so that makes me think that Thor could have done the same thing with Mjolnir and Hulk's smash attack is just redundant.
I just sat there feeling horrible for Manhattan. They wrecked SO many buildings and it was so needless. I guess the tornadoes were more psychologically damaging than I realized because all I could think was how long it was going to take before the area was back to normal-and how HUGE the pile at the landfill would be. Or maybe they can reopen the portal and Hulk can throw the trash through the hole. Or, jump up there.
I was not enthralled with the movie. Hawkeye has barely any kind of back story, I felt like he was the little brother someone got stuck watching, even if he was cute and played well with the rest of the kids, I did not have any feel for him. Black Widow was nearly as unfamiliar, though there was much chatting about her back story and she's kind of one-dimensional. Female spy who uses her wiles to get information, has a heart of gold under that leather-clad bosom and can fight dirty though always seems to be searching for redemption. I did like that she seemed actually afraid of Hulk.
And that brings me to the Hulk. Okay...when did he start playing well with others? Was it that he had a real enemy to focus his anger on? Then why did he punch Thor? The same Thor who had a tiny little knife thrust into his belly that weakened him enough to make his landing shaky and his arm all wobbly and then just went away. And, finally, though not Avengers-specific, I don't like that Hulk jumps. He's like a big, angry green flea. I find it freaky and since this is my blog and my opinion, I am adding it.
There were moments I liked, of course. Even the parts I am griping about, I still enjoyed watching. I just hoped for...more. Or something else.
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Weekend
This was Matt's first Friday off weekend. Yesterday it was COLD, we stuck around home as much as possible, only running to take the recycling and we ended up renting some movies. We stayed up until 2 watching dvds, it was the first time we have done that in a very long time. I was all chipper and chatty, but the kids all fell asleep before the last movie was over.
Today, we wanted to get out of the house a while. I have only been weighing myself once a week the past 4 weeks and today I had a different number for the first time. A pound MORE. I tried to curl up in a ball and live on the couch, but Matt would not let me. Not that he was much help. He decided to lose some weight at the first of the year and by the 11th had already dropped 8 pounds. Apparently if I will just eat 90% of what I have been, the pounds will fly right off. Oh, and use the treadmill once or twice a week for 20 minutes. Fucker.
Needless to say, I am discouraged, disenchanted and more than a little angry. I am tired of it all, tired of feeling like a carb is like swallowing a lit firecracker, tired of flipping EVERY package over to see what the damage will be, tired of counting and measuring and weighing every bit I take and recording it and seeing that DAILY I am hitting the low end of my range and every single week, I weigh the EXACT same. Well, except this week. I will be fat forever, I might as well just buy the diabetic socks, a TV guide, a box of bonbons and quit pretending.
Yeah, a little angry.
Our hike was nice, I really did not want to go, but I made a deal with myself to get 3.66 miles a day 6 days a week and the sun was out...might as well get some of those miles actually moving through the world.
We took the Grandfather Trail out, well I did. Jake and Chan went back up the Hi Trail.
We walked a total of 2.5 miles, so after we got home and had dinner, I walked another 1.25 miles on the treadmill to get my miles in for the day. I think I am taking tomorrow off, I usually laze on Sunday.
After my bath, I had Matt trim 13 inches off my hair. I liked it longer, but it was breaking and frizzing and just not very healthy. : ( When I wore it back, I had a halo of short hairs sticking out. Skanky.
I am off to bed. Tomorrow we work on the roof more, then it's back at it on Monday. Jake gets to work with the choreographer Monday night. Dance, Dance.
Today, we wanted to get out of the house a while. I have only been weighing myself once a week the past 4 weeks and today I had a different number for the first time. A pound MORE. I tried to curl up in a ball and live on the couch, but Matt would not let me. Not that he was much help. He decided to lose some weight at the first of the year and by the 11th had already dropped 8 pounds. Apparently if I will just eat 90% of what I have been, the pounds will fly right off. Oh, and use the treadmill once or twice a week for 20 minutes. Fucker.
Needless to say, I am discouraged, disenchanted and more than a little angry. I am tired of it all, tired of feeling like a carb is like swallowing a lit firecracker, tired of flipping EVERY package over to see what the damage will be, tired of counting and measuring and weighing every bit I take and recording it and seeing that DAILY I am hitting the low end of my range and every single week, I weigh the EXACT same. Well, except this week. I will be fat forever, I might as well just buy the diabetic socks, a TV guide, a box of bonbons and quit pretending.
Yeah, a little angry.
Our hike was nice, I really did not want to go, but I made a deal with myself to get 3.66 miles a day 6 days a week and the sun was out...might as well get some of those miles actually moving through the world.
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| John has recently added MUCH more climbing wall space to the porch! |
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| We took the Hi Trail down to the picnic area and then milled around a while. |
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| We decided to head downstream and ended up crossing the creek and walked back along one of the biking/hiking trails and saw this off in the distance. |
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| So, we walked over to look at it. |
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| I am not really sure what happened here... |
It was a really cool spot, but on the way back to the picnic area, we saw park boundary signs, so it's not on the park property. I am not sure who owns it, but I imagine it's an off-limits spot, which stinks.
We walked a total of 2.5 miles, so after we got home and had dinner, I walked another 1.25 miles on the treadmill to get my miles in for the day. I think I am taking tomorrow off, I usually laze on Sunday.
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| Here is it dry, see how tired I am? Last night is catching up with me... |
Sunday, July 31, 2011
37
THIS IS MY 400th POST!
I would write about my thoughts and feelings 37 years ago, but according to my mother, who had given birth twice in Chattanooga at a very modern hospital, giving birth to me at Decatur General 8 months after they all moved to Alabama was the equivalent of going back in time 40 years and she recalls being knocked out, shaved, woken up sometime later and handed me. And, she always adds the part about how I was the wrong baby. Yay!
My doctor said that when I was born, they left the mother anesthetized until the baby pinked up some, that neither of them got enough oxygen during the birth and sometimes the baby was a little brain damaged, depending on how fast they grabbed the head and yoinked them on out. It's astounding so many people have walking around sense, but it does kind of make the plots to some movies more believable.
Yesterday, for my pre-birthday, I got dinner and a show, but not in that order. First, we saw Annie Jr starring Keilee...well, it starred some other red-headed kid who sang a lot and talked about being an orphan. But mainly, Keilee! She had 2 parts and sang and danced as both a maid and a person on the street in NYC.
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| A mass hold-up on the streets of NYC Not to be confused with Easy Street |
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| Here, the maids all plot their revenge on that evil task master, Daddy Warbucks! |
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| They added this for the stage production. The maids all turn into zombies and attack Annie, it was very exciting! |
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| Here they all try to be airplanes |
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| Here, Annie sings a song about her dog's oddly flat face |
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| Here, Chan and Kei pretend to be King Kongs |
After the play, we headed to Gina's and had dinner and ice cream cake and chatted until after 10.
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| The girls had the giggles in a bad way. |
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| In this pic, Kaitlin's grandmother is explaining to Gina how we can't keep Kaitlin forever and she has to be returned before the expiration date. Gina was not happy, but did eventually give her back. |
Today, we got up and headed out to drop Jake off to stay with Evan. After we got him safely handed over, we went to swim at Thompson Creek. Well...the creek was dry! The swimming hole had water from the spring, but it was very low and full of gar. Eep!
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| This is a baby blood sucking cone nose. Squash all of these you see. This one is dead now. Little bastards. |
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| See the fluttery yellow butterflies all under the bridge? Yeah, well squint. It's those little blurry bits in the dark part. |
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| Swimming hole/gar haven. |
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| Find the frog! |
So we headed out to go somewhere else and the van made a funny noise. That funny noise was a totally flat rear tire. By the time we got the maypop on, it was looking a little flat itself, so we had to go straight to a gas station-which from Thompson Creek is about 45 minutes. We tried to patch the tire, but the hole is too big for what we could do on our own, so we had to come on home. It was way over 2 hours back, driving as slowly as I had to. Plus Ben and Chan had only come along because we were going swimming. They were really good sports about missing out, better than I was anyway. Waaaa. Stinking rotten luck.
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| The nearly flat maypop still up on the jack, I had to drive 30 and it took us nearly 3 hours to get home. |
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| Chan demonstrates why she believes there will never be a Captain Asia. |
Back home, I was going to make stuffed shells for dinner and realized...I had bought all the things to make the stuffing, but not the ding dang shells. *sigh*
Matt ran to buy manicotti, which is as close as the local place can get and he came back with a new string doll, Wakefield, for me. : ) And he made chocolate cake. So, it did not TOTALLY suck here at the end of the day. I just wish I did not have to buy a new tire tomorrow!
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