Rock and a Hard Place

YUCK!  Those of you who know me, know that I am not a decisive person (most of the time).  So, for more than a month now I’ve had a date with Jenny on my calendar to go see Scrooge with her.  We were going to drive down to San Diego sometime Friday, visit with her sweet sister, Amy, be dazzled and amazed by Taylor, stay at a hotel, then I’d come home Saturday morning to make Abigail’s soccer game.  Fun getaway!!!  I’ve been getting very excited about it.  Then my lovely, dear husband comes home this weekend and mentions that he has to be fitted for a tuxedo.  “FOR WHAT?”  Seems that he forgot to mention a fundraiser dinner he is participating in the same weekend.  I thought it was for Saturday.  So, I’ve been looking for something semi-formal to wear, thinking of my handsome husband wearing a tuxedo, sounds like a fun night.  Then I find out it’s the same night as my getaway with Jenny.  I have had SCROOGE written on every calendar in my home for quite sometime.  Immediately I think, well, his fault for not consulting me or my calendar.  He’ll be going alone.  Then I felt bad, because he would be alone, in a tuxedo, no date, when everyone else there would be with spouses.  SIGH Then I think of Jenny.  Both Jenny and my husband are telling me to not worry about “it”, and to go with the other person.  ARGH!  Then, I know Jenny’s gonna hate me for this, but I think of her possibly moving next year, so I think of the “limited” time I have with her here.  But then I go back to think when is the last time I went somewhere where I got dressed up and my husband was in a tuxedo?  Therefore, I am in between a rock and a hard place.  Lucky me.

Slacker

Okay, I’m a slacker!!! This week was a busy week. I began to feel a bit guilty being away from my family quite a bit, but my husband is wonderful, and he has his weeks too, so it was ok. My father-in-law writes music and sings, and I sing back-up for him. So, Monday night we rehearsed, and Thursday night, we recorded. In between there I had dinner with the greatest friends ever, and a little shopping spree at Kohl’s where we scored. I wore my $6 sweater and $8 jean skirt to church today. I got to babysit Isabel on Wednesday, which was a fun treat for me. Thursday, after recording, I had dinner with my parents, and spent the night with my in-laws so that I could go shopping early in the morning with my mother-in-law. We started our Christmas shopping early. We usually go the day after Thanksgiving, but we got a bit of a head-start this year. Feels good.

So, after such a busy week I should feel like anything but a slacker, however the reflections entries still stare at me on my dining room table.  I did sort through them and write each student’s name down on a list so that all participants may receive a nice little participation certificate.  I think the entries totaled somewhere around the 250 mark.  I have to have them judged and winners selected by November 27th.  Realistically, I need to have it done by the 20th, because of Thanksgiving and Esther’s 5th birthday that weekend.  Fortunately, my week ahead, other than stocking my home with groceries, is pretty empty. 

To make up for my slacking, I will spare the long essay, and make a couple more posts. 

No Bueno

Some people have fat days, I’m having a fat weekend. I confessed in my last post about being bad, but apparently I’ve been very bad. My loving, sweet, wonderful grandma, aka Mema, asked me on Saturday if I had gained some of my weight back. Ugh! “Yes, Mema, I’m up a few pounds, but last time I weighed I was at my goal weight, so I’m fine.” Okay, got home, had some ice cream to sooth the hurt. Sunday morning, tried on a few too many outfits, unhappy with how they looked, and super-conscious about my “weight”. Went with a stretchy/knit skirt, and wore my jean jacket to conceal. Feelin’ alright about myself until… someone asked me if I was pregnant!!! I wanted to run home and cry! When I told a friend about the comment later, she was sure it came from a man. However, it came from a woman, who has children of her own, and even said, “Well, I saw a little pooch and thought you were pregnant.” I know! You’re all reading this with mouths open wide and in complete shock! Why would anyone say that to a person? I tend to be pretty open and honest with people, so I confessed my obsession with the Halloween candy and my need to lose a few pounds with a graceful smile. Then I wanted to go home and die! My sweet Jenny was ready to pounce and punch, but I calmed her down. And so it begins…. I will be meeting Jenny at the Y tomorrow morning. Time to get back on track.

On a lighter note, (no pun intended), my husband is back from his retreat. He has a few welts from some paintball, which he proceeded to tell me (after showing me the welts) how much fun it was. Hmmm, we must have a different definition of fun. Anyway, it is nice to have him back home. I sleep better, I have a parenting partner, and I have adult company, not to mention the love of my life and bestest friend ever.

This week is sure to be filled with excitment for me as I tackle the piles of disqualified reflection entries, visit the dentist once again, record back-up vocals with my father-in-law, dig through bins of clothes for the approaching fall/winter weather for the girls’(in 80 degree weather no less), and start Christmas shopping on Friday with my mother-in-law.

One last note; I forgot to tell of my encounter on Friday with a disgruntled parent regarding reflections. To make a long story short, she called me at my home, chewed me out, was then made aware (by me) that she did not follow directions, got upset and hung up on me. Super fun! Can’t wait to be done with this.

Make it stop!

Well, my lovely Aunt Flo stopped by for a visit.  Unfortunately, preparing for her arrival and the arrival itself just happens to coincide with the plethora of Halloween candy.  AARRGGHH!!  I can’t stop myself.  Not even if I brush my teeth.  The chocolate is chanting my name from the kitchen as I sit in the back room ignoring it’s call.  The urge is fierce, and I can barely hold myself back until I fall weak to it’s tempting chocolateness and enjoy every suckle of it.  Hopefully, as Aunt Flo gets ready to leave in a few days, the temptations will begin to cease and my strong will against the candy will prevail.  It must.  I will need to loose a few pounds before weighing in for November and then the cycle of Thanksgiving and Christmas will again come to tease me.  Make it stop I say!  What happened to my good little weight watcher conscience who said, “When you snack it, track it.  When you bite it, you write it.”?  I need her back.

A side note – Abigail began running a fever yesterday afternoon and complaining of a sore throat.  She seemed pretty uppity today, but we still went to the doctor.  We did leave with an antibiotic, but we’re watching first to see if she gets worse.  She still is running a fever, but not complaining too much of her throat.  Of course, my sister and her husband are driving all the way down here from Sacramento to see her play soccer on Saturday.  She should be great by then, but we’re gonna keep a low profile tomorrow.  This doesn’t help me stay away from the candy.  It also doesn’t help that Brandon is leaving for our church’s men’s retreat for the weekend.  Again, make it stop!  (sigh)   This too shall pass.

Sounds of the Season

It’s official!!!  The Christmas music has begun.  I called my sister at work this morning to announce that the music was on, and she proceeded to entertain me with what she was listening to.  Alvin and the Chipmunks Christmas album – a old favorite we grew up to.  I LOVE HER!!!

 

 As I checked my weather link on my yahoo, there was actually a link to already see what the forecast will be for Thanksgiving.  However, they didn’t stop there… there is also a link to see what the weather will be like at the nearby malls for shopping the next day (which I always do with my mother-in-law).

This year we’ll be in Sacramento for Thanksgiving.  There’s somthing about being there where it’s usually cool and crisp, leaves everywhere, and the smell of fireplaces burning.  Last night we walked by a home that was using their fireplace, and just as I inhaled and thought of how great it smelled, Sarah asks, “What’s that stinky smell?”  I guess she’s just not old enough to appreciate it. 

HAPPY NOVEMBER!