Update on Randy

Don't worry, no picture here.

I ended up calling and canceling the interview with Randy because I just wasn't feeling like going and I think I got another position at KinderCare. I am still waiting to hear but I think I have a 4 year old classroom to a bunch of non-listening little snot nos.....beautiful creatures from God.

So anyway, while on the phone with Randy politely telling him that I will not be needing the interview and I would hate to waste his time he TRIES TO SELL ME A GYM MEMBERSHIP!!!

Seriously? What the heck?

Go back to drinking your protein shake and leave me alone.

My obsession with books

I have an obsession with books. I love them. BUT I am very particular about what I read. I am so bad but I judge a book by it's cover. If it doesn't look fun or interesting on the cover, I won't even pick it up.

If it has a picture of a guy with hair longer than mine that is blowing in the breeze and he is in a romantic pose with a woman that is half dressed, I pass it right up. I refer to that as the "throbbing member" book and seriously folks, I have so much damn romance in my life that I just can't stand to read any more. I have never been into these kind of books ever. Hit me with a little romance, a little implied "action" and I am just as happy for the character as I can be.



Another kind of book that I read I hope that they will help better me. This can be anything from learning how to sew, learning how to garden in the hot ass desert of AZ, how to sculpt perfect muscles, and how to just improve the quality of my life in general. This is what I like to cleverly call, my self- help book collection. These are the books that I will not pass along as I do the rest of them. I love and refer to these books so often it is wearing the pages out. I have a running book that I use as my motivation to get my butt running....and after looking at the size of it, maybe I need to pick the book back up.

Let me tell you about my most recent book (and this is clearly the reason for this whole
"edge of your seat" post). I picked up a book the other day off my collection (see, I buy them when I see them and will some day get around to reading them. I am very finicky about how/when and what I read). It is a story from a cop that had other cops write in with their stories from being on the beat. Either something funny, something sad, something life changing....whatever it could be. I love love love real life stories about anything interesting. I love biographies, memoirs, anything!!! And that is my way of bringing the hot cop back....although I am not nearly as impressed with him as I was the other guys...

sorry

I am sorry that I pushed the cops down so far and that guy below is so, well, big. I will do nothing but think of Luis (times 2) so I can come up with another post about the hot cop.

Greatest job ever

Hands down doing daycare was the best job I ever had. Seriously. Although it was trying at times and some of the parents would sit on the rock wall and never leave my house at pick up ( ;-) eheh), it was the greatest job. I got to make my own schedule. I was there for dropping my kids off at school. I was there for picking them up from school. I got to have a million extended kids of my own and then I got to send them back home at the end of the day. They became a part of my family and I loved them like my own.

I have two interviews today and to be honest, I am a little nervous. I haven't been on a job interview since before Madison was comfortably floating around in my belly. Am I going to be dressed right? Am I going to say the right things? Do I do say this do I not say this? Whateva.

The first one is at a daycare center and I know I will be fine. I just hope that it is clean inside. I have seen a couple centers from the outside that were just yucky and I can't believe people would send their kids there.

The second one is at a gym with a guy named Randy which totally makes me giggle. (if you could only hear the way I am saying his name in my head it would make you giggle too). I just envision this guy that is so muscular in his chest that he can barely hold himself to pee. I don't know why. I went to school with a Randy and my Dad has a friend named Randy and neither of them are like that. So we will see.

Stay tuned to see if I can start shopping like a mad woman or if I have to start working the streets.

The end of vacation

is nearing. I have to say that although I love my children and I love the time we have spent together, the size of my a$$ tells me that it is time for them to go back. I haven't had a really good exercise day (without counting Sat) in 2 weeks! No running in two weeks! What the heck!

So tomorrow I am going to go for a little jaunt and see how much fun my next race on the 11th is going to be. Oh fun fun! If I don't die by mile 2 or 3, I will be posting about it tomorrow.

Just so you know

I want to post here but I don't want to push my hot cops down the page....what to do what to do.

For the love of everything that is good....

Back in Worcester, when my girlfriend lived next door, we had a great time watching my cop neighbor across the street. Let me see if I can paint the mental image for you. Dark hair, dark eyes, dark tan skin, not one ounce of fat, cop, super nice, AND lived alone which means he did his own laundry and dishes. Oh the best part about Luis? He like to run.....topless. My g/f and I would call each other on the phone "Psst, Luis is going for a run!" and we would both run to the window and drool....I mean, I assumed she was drooling too....if not, I wasn't either.

Anyway, she moved far far away so I got to look at Luis alone. Still all was right in the world. Until.....Luis decided to get married and move. Lucky woman.

Then right before my husband moved me across country, a state trooper named Luis moved in to my g/f's house. Let me paint a mental picture. Dark hair, dark eyes, dark tan skin, very muscular and tight, super nice, and spoke beautiful Spanish........well, he spoke it to his pregnant wife but whateva. It was nice to hear.

It took all I had not to cancel the sale of our house......serious.....

Today I was upstairs in my bedroom vacuuming my carpets when I look outside to the house directly behind me. The guy of the house was mowing his lawn....topless. The guy was as pasty as my g/f's husband and he could have beat my mom in a "who has bigger knockers" contest before her surgery. I swear.

Serious?

I am beginning to think that John might have done this move on purpose. Jerk.

I did tell my other g/f neighbor that if the current Luis runs topless that I get a photo. WHEN (because I am holding out hope) I get said photo, you will get it too....

Sir, please pass the lotion

I know the proper thing to do at night is wash your face and moisturize, moisturize, moisturize. I have watched my mom do it for years. Half the time, God love her, it is still on her face when she comes out of her room after getting dressed. I have read countless magazines that have stressed the importance of it and yet......laziness won.

Many times I don't remove my makeup before going to bed. The times that I actually wear it is rare so whatever. BUT I just figure, if I don't drool too much and smear my eyes, I can get away with having make up on two days in a row. I wouldn't consider that lazy....rather conserving the make up that I already own. Yes! That's it. Why reapply the next day when yesterdays make up is still there!!! Not only am I helping the environment I am padding my wallet.

Well, since moving here everyone has said "oh it is so dry...make sure you drink plenty of water and use lotion!" So that is what I have done. I am so happy since I love to buy lotion but hate to use it. I must have inadvertently brought 1000 bottles of lotion with me. I finally have a reason to use it.

I have lotion for my arms/legs/feet, face, eyes and a special lip gloss thing. I am like a greased pig when I am climbing into bed! WHOO HOOO! Now to find the lotion that will reduce stretch marks/fat cells/get rid of dark circles and wrinkles (not that i have any....I am planning for the future) all for the fact that I don't have any more room on my nightstand for any more bottles!

Just call me the Mom Taxi

Although I did it to myself and I love every minute of it, this second week of vacation is going so fast! That is because we have 2 separate camps and soccer practice starting this week. It is chaotic. But a good chaos.

Madison, against her choosing, was signed up for softball camp. Don't tell her but it is my deep dark wish that she loves it. It was my sport of choice growing up and I am not going to lie, I was good. I was dang good. I can't stand watching it on TV *yawn* and the last time I watch (unwillingly) was when the Red Sox won the World Series. I was surrounded by fans, I couldn't not watch.

She has been going every day this week with two days left. She says it is "boring-ish". That is better than "I hate it" so I still have hope. I was watching the tournaments that were going on and talking all my baseball wisdom to Ant when it happened. I heard the crack of the ball and bat and was immediately taken back. That is such a sweet sound.

I keep talking all the positives about the sport to Ant (cause he will still listen to me) hopeful that one day he will play. I am still holding out hope for Madison since I have a *KILLER-NEVER-SEEN-BEFORE-EXCEPT-BY-ME* pitch that I can't wait to pass on.

Anthony has been in soccer camp right after Madison and loving it! He did not love the fact that Uncle Danny told me that a cup was part of the uniform...in fact, there were lots of not nice words being used this am but he is my trooper. He put it on just like he should and kept adjusting himself and picking everything out and moving it around just like my little man should.

Thursday he starts practice for his league. He is excited! I will post pictures when I take my lazy bones butt off the chair and get the camera!

Magical week

Growing up, there were few ambitions I had more than being a mom. I couldn't wait to become a mom. Sure there was the dream of the doctor, vet, accountant, interior designer, etc. but the one thing that was consistent was my dream of being a mom.

My kids now go to school year round which means they have 9 weeks at school, 2 weeks off of school throughout the school year and then a month off in the summer. This marks the end of our first week together and I have to tell you......I haven't had a better time in my life. OK, the cruise was pretty close up there.....and the trip to Costa Rica.....and the times that I could take a nap in the middle of the day BUT alas, they do not compare to this past week.

We have had an amazing week with a lot of laughter and fun. I could sit here and recount day for day what we did but that would be boring as h*ll for you to read. We didn't really *do* anything spectacular but yet we just had a great old time! They have been in fun and fantastic moods and that for sure helps.

Next week I signed them up for camp. Anthony is thrilled with his soccer camp. It is for an hour and a half every day in the morning. Madison is not so thrilled for her softball camp. She didn't realize what she agreed to when she said she wanted it but we are going to give it a try.

The aquatic center is open so we are going to swim after camp. I figure that is their reward for their camp.

We baked all day yesterday. I took pictures. I will send them when I get a chance!

Going back to bed!

It is now Thursday of the first week of vacation. I have to tell you. I am having a blast. I think because my kids are still smiling and talking to me, that they are too.

Nothing too funny or interesting to post here today but I get yelled at if I don't post for a few days and I can only get away with posting pictures so many times.

Another photo

this is a "non-styled" hair style that I like much better.

So proud of my girl

After the scissors
I almost lost it right here but I was strong...I mean she was strong and ready...

After straightening the heck out of it.

Such a proud mom

Madison has decided that now she wants to donate her hair for some little girl (shh or boy) who has cancer. We aren't sure if she is quite to the 10 inches yet. We are going to wash, dry and straighten her hair tomorrow morning and see if we can't squeeze a quarter of an inch with wiping out the wave. If we can, we are going to send it into Lock's of Love. If we can't, Pantene has a very similar program without a catchy name since I can't remember it but it only requires 8 inches. We will see. She wants a bob cut so we will see. Pictures will be posted before and after.

Like night and day

Oh my goodness do I feel like night and day. On Friday I started having drainage and just achy body but I was still upright and had my sense of humor. That is a huge indicator for me and my loved ones around me. If I can still crack a joke, then I am somewhat OK.

I went to bed Friday night crying like a baby with shakes and shivers and then I was like a menopausal woman in Florida during the hot season. I swear I woke up with sweat in my hair and dripping down my back. Then I would pop more pills and then freeze again. Never a happy medium.

Determined to find the firema....I mean determined to finish my race that I signed up for, I set the alarm at 6 am. I am ready to at least try. At 530 I had the sweating, no big deal, I am tough, pop some more pills! At 6 the alarm went off and John jumped out of bed trying to help me cause he knew I wanted to go. I broke down in tears. I just knew I couldn't go. I was heartbroken.

I spent the day in the corner of my sofa. My throat had swollen so much that I couldn't eat or drink all day. Serious. I went to bed and didn't sleep a wink. Waking up crying again because now breathing was getting harder, John took me to the Urgent Care.

By this time my sense of humor had flown south. I was seriously in no mood for the Dr I was about to meet. He walks in CHIPPER as a TV Evangelist with the personality of a used car salesman. Greeted my entire family and then said "And how are you today?" Are you serious? Really? I looked at him and said I wish you and I were meeting for tea instead like this. Then I turned out to absolutely want to kiss his feet. I have strep and the guy mixed me up a slurry of IV and about 2500 meds to make me feel better.

I absolutely love that man and I would love to buy a car.

I hate to move my firegod down the posting but....

I found a new quote today that I love. I will think about it when I am sitting on my butt instead of running.


Go to your edge. It's just outside your comfortability, but inside your capability! -unk

Here are a couple others that I love:

Run when you can, walk if you have to, crawl if you must; just never give up. Dean K

No one can make you feel inferior without your consent. E. Roosevelt

Why get off the sofa to get something when you can have your offspring grab it for you - Holly M.

Pain in the what?

I haven't talked much about my running lately. That isn't to say that I haven't been doing it, I just haven't talked about it. I have stopped the "training" part because I just have to be more flexible on the weekends because that is our family time so I am only running during the week (which is going to make the next two weeks fun)

Anyway, I did a 4.5 run the other day. It was hot outside (I know....you suck but whatever....it was). Later on that night, in the middle of my right butt cheek (too much information?) started throbbing. Seriously. Like wake me up in the night kinda hurting. This time I have a pain in the a$$ and I didn't marry it (love you hon), marry into it (love you Dad) or give birth to it (love you guys!) so I am perplexed.

I have a 5k race tomorrow so I hope it works itself out. If not, I am seriously going to start the race (so I can get the tee-shirt) and then I will fall down and hopefully be carried off the course by a hot fireman. Oh whoa is me.....

Last day of freedom for a little while

Next week my kids start their 2 weeks off and I honestly have mixed feelings about this.

I have prepared something fun to do everyday/a chore every day/and then we can do whatever they want. (yes I did make a chart....so what!) I think the fun things I have planned are just that...FUN! Madison I know will think they are too.....except when she is in *that* mood.

My daughter is now 9 and in 4 months (if she makes it) will enter into the double digit number for age. She has the personality of her Dad (and I don't mean his good qualities). She can come downstairs happy as a pig in sh*t and then WWHHAAMM!!!! Just flip on a dime. I swear. Sometimes I can see the trigger and why it happens (usually involves the younger one being "annoying")...... other times it is just out of the blue!

The second week they are home, I signed them up for morning camp. Madison is (not thrilled at all about) trying softball camp and Anthony is doing soccer camp. It will give us something to do in the am and then it is all umbrella drinks and lounge chairs for the second part of the day!


So I guess if Madison is in a good mood, then I can't wait! If not, who wants her?

when's the next meal?

One of the hardest things next to leaving my friends back in cold MA was the new grocery stores and my love for a few favorite foods.

There are a couple of items that I have only been able to find in MA. My pita bread. That stuff is like crack! The best part was that it wasn't very unhealthy! I haven't been able to find my Greek Yogurt out here. Wanna know the worst part about that? I can't flipping remember the name! I had just found it before we left so I can't exactly remember it. I know it started with a C....I think.

I did find a huge 5 gallon tub of my favorite ice cream. Actually, that is a lie. My favorite ice cream is Blue Moon but they only have Superman which has Blue Moon in it so there you go.

I am also finding it very hard to cook in warm weather. See, in the summer back home, I rarely cooked. By no means did my kids starve or eat bad or did we go poor going out but I would do my cooking in the day or the crock pot to not heat up the house too much. When it was winter time, I had different meals planned out for every day of the week. Very anally organized if I do say so myself.

Here, since the weather is so nice (and no that isn't a dig on MA it is just fact), it is summer to me and I don't want to cook. Like right now for example, I had bought a butternut squash and I had no idea what to do with it....so I made soup. It is going to be 80 today, who wants soup?!?!?!

It is just crazy I tell ya....crazy....and if any of my friends go to Stop and Shop....can you please grab me the name of the Greek yogurt that i like? Thanks