For centuries women have struggled with body image. The magazines keep finding smaller and smaller women to model clothes a normal women can never fit into. The smaller the women, the smaller the clothes. If we could fit into the ridiculously small clothes, they would appear painted on to our bodies with wrinkles and rolls in the most unflattering of places. Why is this the case? Well never mind the answer. I just need something intelligent to start this blog other than the true reason at heart.
After running to catch Sloan over the break and feeling the enormous amounts of jiggle, I decided it was time to get back into shape. So, Like everyone in the country I started on January 1. I mean really there is no reason my arm needs to wave while my hand waves. One wave is sufficient. My butt does not need to bounce like my boobs when I run to catch they baby. And worse of all Sloan grabs my second and third chin while saying gobble gobble. NOT OK. Ladies don't get your panties all waded up. I am not over weight, my butt is not huge. My point is I jiggle and there is no one to blame but myself and my two children.
When I got pregnant with Brayden my belly grew and grew and grew, along with my arms. My legs didn't change. They stayed thin. I didn't look like a pear or a heart, but I looked like a chicken. Big plump belly and boney legs. So I began to restore my body to a healthy looking shape. The ups and downs of life helped me gain and lose weight. Thanks to a divorce, magazine women, loads of wine and a few thousand dollars worth of lipo, I found the body I liked. Yes I said the one I liked. Not Joe Blow or Maxim's idea of a perfect body but one I liked. I wore it with pride and most any of my clothes fit! Then Sloan came along. She gave me same chicken like appearance, big plump belly, meaty wings and boney legs. This time I applied the extra fat to my butt. Add the crispy skin from the tanning bed/lake and I am a fully cooked grade a chicken. I don't like chicken. So here I am attempting to find the body shape I want to wear. Lets get these chicken legs moving. Im running! Next is what I peck off the kitchen cabinet. In my house food is a plenty. I will start there and keep you posted!
Friday, February 4, 2011
Thursday, January 27, 2011
The hard decision
I recieved a phone call yesterday from a women screaming at me. She was irate the gym was closed. She could not beleive how horrible I was to take a deposit on a birthday party knowing the gym was closing. She threated to blog, twitter and facebook about how awful My Gym was. I listen and apolpgized and listen some more. Then I stoped, cried and thought this really sucks right now. I want to yell and scream and blog, twitter and facbook too. This was the hardest most unexpected decision I have ever had to make. it affect some many people other than myself. My parents lost a wonderful program designed to enhance their children in more than just gymnastics. These kids were learning to follow directions, motor skills, self esteem and social skills. The children lost their out let for creativity and imagination. My staff lost their jobs. I lost 3 years of my own money, blood and sweat. I put everything I could into making this gym a succes and within 10 minutes closed the doors and walked away.
I started my journey with My Gym in 2001 with My son as a member. We went every week to enjoy songs, friends and exploring the gym. He loved it and gained confidence, coordination and motor skills. I loved it so much I took a job. I put my heart and soul into my days in the gym. Smiling and laughing kids were such a joy to be around. I felt filled watching each child learn something new every day. I meet my closest friends while working in the gym. We went through divorces, marriages, babies, moving. I felt like part of a great big family. When I bought the gym in 2007. I have no ideal how hard this was going to be. i thought it would be a breeze. I found myself in uncharted waters. Even with the unknown in front of me I felt a since of calm. Every day at the gym was fun and exciting. We would all learn new skills. I perfected my elephant roll. Found working with friends in a horrible idea and resulted in loosing a good friend. I learned a perganat woman can do a dive roll. I met some of the best kids. They taught me to laugh as hard as I could, imagine beyond closing my eyes and run as fast as I could. . They knew no matter what if you were having a hard day and they always made me smile. Kids give the best hugs, tell the best stories and remember eveything you dont think they hear. The job was a true reward and I would not trade on second. However the business was another story.
In a falling economy, people start cutting out the gymnastics, art and music classes. Parents who were once stay at home moms went back to work. Dads lost their jobs and we lost our memebers. i tried to offer discounts and help as many parents as I could. I did not want the kids to suffer because the economy was falling down the toilet. While helping everyone else I forgot to watch what was happening to the business side of the gym. I was so focused on keeping the parents happy and the kids in the gym, my economy was crashing. The second you go from discount discount discount to nothing you get a lot of grife and lots of threats to blog twitter and post about your business. I had a mom demand a discount once by slamming her fist on the counter and quit literally saying i demand. I thought i should try that at Mcdonalds to see if I could get a happy meal at a discount. I keep you psoted on that. I learned if something is not clearly in writting, people will disput it if it is not in their favor. And if it is not written, it does not exsist.
mid way through my blog I recieve a few more calls and emails of unhappy parents. And i thought this is never going to end. One woman scream how could i do this to a 3 year old. While clearly I was or am not doing this intetionally to any child, I listen to her rant. And thought. does she realize i let my own children down, my 150 members kids. They do not understand the back bone of business and this economy and why I had to close the doors so suddenly. All they know is My Gym is gone. She is telling one child who she can make it up to in some way. I am telling 150 children I can never make it up too. The other call was to let me know she would be calling our corprate office to demand a refund of the membership fee. (not the cost of classes the fee to join the gym). Well I would like to call and demand my money back from buying the gym. I think I am entiled to it all refunded back. Just throw it on my debit card where you so kindly take royalities every month. Even though the money was not there, but you knew that.
What that said and the phone down for a few minutes. The family I once felt part of, the support group who I thought had my back, they are gone. Within two days of closing my doors all communication was gone, I was locked off the website and forced to deal with all the consquences on my own. But by God when I bought the gym they were up my ass to help. Can we come out, lets talk weekly, emails regually. My email from the ceo said "sometimes thats the way business goes". Any other communication came in the form of this email came in from a parent, deal with them.
I started my journey with My Gym in 2001 with My son as a member. We went every week to enjoy songs, friends and exploring the gym. He loved it and gained confidence, coordination and motor skills. I loved it so much I took a job. I put my heart and soul into my days in the gym. Smiling and laughing kids were such a joy to be around. I felt filled watching each child learn something new every day. I meet my closest friends while working in the gym. We went through divorces, marriages, babies, moving. I felt like part of a great big family. When I bought the gym in 2007. I have no ideal how hard this was going to be. i thought it would be a breeze. I found myself in uncharted waters. Even with the unknown in front of me I felt a since of calm. Every day at the gym was fun and exciting. We would all learn new skills. I perfected my elephant roll. Found working with friends in a horrible idea and resulted in loosing a good friend. I learned a perganat woman can do a dive roll. I met some of the best kids. They taught me to laugh as hard as I could, imagine beyond closing my eyes and run as fast as I could. . They knew no matter what if you were having a hard day and they always made me smile. Kids give the best hugs, tell the best stories and remember eveything you dont think they hear. The job was a true reward and I would not trade on second. However the business was another story.
In a falling economy, people start cutting out the gymnastics, art and music classes. Parents who were once stay at home moms went back to work. Dads lost their jobs and we lost our memebers. i tried to offer discounts and help as many parents as I could. I did not want the kids to suffer because the economy was falling down the toilet. While helping everyone else I forgot to watch what was happening to the business side of the gym. I was so focused on keeping the parents happy and the kids in the gym, my economy was crashing. The second you go from discount discount discount to nothing you get a lot of grife and lots of threats to blog twitter and post about your business. I had a mom demand a discount once by slamming her fist on the counter and quit literally saying i demand. I thought i should try that at Mcdonalds to see if I could get a happy meal at a discount. I keep you psoted on that. I learned if something is not clearly in writting, people will disput it if it is not in their favor. And if it is not written, it does not exsist.
mid way through my blog I recieve a few more calls and emails of unhappy parents. And i thought this is never going to end. One woman scream how could i do this to a 3 year old. While clearly I was or am not doing this intetionally to any child, I listen to her rant. And thought. does she realize i let my own children down, my 150 members kids. They do not understand the back bone of business and this economy and why I had to close the doors so suddenly. All they know is My Gym is gone. She is telling one child who she can make it up to in some way. I am telling 150 children I can never make it up too. The other call was to let me know she would be calling our corprate office to demand a refund of the membership fee. (not the cost of classes the fee to join the gym). Well I would like to call and demand my money back from buying the gym. I think I am entiled to it all refunded back. Just throw it on my debit card where you so kindly take royalities every month. Even though the money was not there, but you knew that.
What that said and the phone down for a few minutes. The family I once felt part of, the support group who I thought had my back, they are gone. Within two days of closing my doors all communication was gone, I was locked off the website and forced to deal with all the consquences on my own. But by God when I bought the gym they were up my ass to help. Can we come out, lets talk weekly, emails regually. My email from the ceo said "sometimes thats the way business goes". Any other communication came in the form of this email came in from a parent, deal with them.
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Top 10 reasons for divorce in 2010
So in 2010 the divorce rate was almost 40%. What in the world is wrong with so many people to get married or divorced or married then divorced. Lets spend 10,000 of thousands of dollars on a wedding, then 10,000 more on a divorce. What were the top reasons last year and can we change those for 2011?
Communication problems: Number 1 reason for divorce. You meet someone, you talk. You date someone you tell all your stories. You know the ones, your "high school and college war stories" The stories you tell over and over to your friends and laugh and laugh but they ARE NOT funny. Perfect communication, you tell, they listen, they tell, you listen. Then those stories become annoying and when you spouse opens their mouth, your whole body cringes. You hope they will dwindle after a while, so you go on and eventually get married. But the stories go on and on and on and on. So you cut them off before they can complete a sentence. Before long the stories are gone along with a part of them. Then you search for other subjects to talk about and realize you are incompatible. You realize you have never carried on a conversation without these stories as the center piece. Maybe you bottle things inside, I'm great at that. Then the bottle becomes so full you explode over dirty clothes in front of the shower door. Or if you are a great communicator, you forget to listen. I love to hear my own voice with a hint of someone else. But man if they get going and going, i wander off to day dream land and completely ignore the words coming out of their mouth. Then there is the last, worse most horrible issue in communication. The you said I don't like green beans but all I heard was you hate my cooking you would rather drink anti freeze. This is my favorite. So for 2011 lets smile and laugh along with those stories, keeping in mind we all have them and love our own stories.
Unhappiness: This is pretty vague. To whatever Dr studied divorce in 2010, you should know happiness comes from within. I don't think we should blame our unhappiness on our spouse. I don't think we can blame our spouse for our unhappiness. Where you happy when you meet? While you dated? While you were engaged? I bet you were, so you got married. Then very quickly the honeymoon phase came to a hault. He opened doors for you, she cooked every night. The sex was amazing. He flew you first class and she cuddled. Now she microwaves dinners, he moves in front of you to get inside from the rain, forget flying first class (it would just be nice to go somewhere) and cuddling.....I have to get up early. All things that are disappointing when gone, but not worthy of becoming unhappy. This all goes back to communication. If you are unhappy with a situation communicate about it. If we can not communicate with the one person we spend 90% of our time with, then we are unhappy. So lets get happy and communicate with our spouse. Start with doing things that make you happy, then things together that make you both happy. Bring back happiness together! Not a worthy reason for divorce, definitely a fixable problem.
Incompatible with spouse: This made number 3. However, I am just not sure how. At some point you were compatible. You meet feel in love and dreamed of the wedding day. What happens after the wedding for you to say "I'm not really feeling like we get along" . You buy a house and cant agree if the color yellow looks better than the tradition tan for the walls. I think this is hand in hand with communication and unhappiness. It just sounds better to say we were incompatible. Are there people out there who just settle for a person because it works and they want to get married, have a family, grow up? Then when it does not work because they truly do not get along, they say to hell with it we are incompatible. I have a girlfriend, who i give a really hard time about how picky she is, but in reality we should all be as picky. She is beautiful, smart and very independent. She dates men, but just will NOT settle for exactly what works for her or with her. In 2011 more people should choose to be picky.
emotional abuse: Once you meet a person, you spend all this time getting to know them. Learning what makes them happy and sad and mad. You have those deep heart to hearts at night, all cuddled up together, feeling like you could never be closer. In reality we are gathering ammunition. Whether you choose to believe it or not, we all use what we have learned about our spouse during those heated arguments. It does not necessarily have to be a story to throw like a grenade. My hubby knows it hurts my feelings to laugh at me when we argue. Every time he feels as though he is "losing" he starts laughing. Every time I get even more heated. We all take that one thing that we were told in the moment, that brought us close and us it as a weapon. For 2011 put down the weapons and try a new tactic. Love and respect your spouse. Show them you love them and respect all the "secrets" they have shared with you.
Financial problemstheres that communication issue again.
Sexual problems: What was once your favorite extracurricular activity with you spouse has become your worse nightmare. You pretend to be asleep, fake a headache, or work late, sneaking in after they are asleep. Well ladies if you choose to lock you man out, just expect they will revert back their college ways and I don't mean hanging out with the slutty sorority, maybe watching it. So when you get all annoyed and angry because all the nasty things you find, remember who locked them out. And men light a candle, give a back rub, run a bath ( for her not you to cram your ass in and make everyone uncomfortable) and those doors will remain open during business hours. Don't expect your spouse to know your in the mood and wait for the romance. Anyone can innate a mood. And DON'T expect Donna Reed to turn into Jenna Jameson after you get married. Sorry guys I could not think of two men other than Tommy Lee. Pretty sure few can measure up to him!Finally, Just accept you should cuddle afterwards. Damn I know its hard but "Just do it".
Spouse’s alcohol abuse: Start drinking with them, If you cant beat them join them! Or drive them around to avoid the DWI and more financial problems. Alcohol abuse is a serious issue and should not be taken as light as I choose to see it. Put down your glass of wine and find out what the problem is. My guess we are back at finical issues. They abuser feels it is there responsibility to provide but they are struggling. Then they choose to drink it away rather than communicate. If not financial, it just a communication issue. So keep communication open.
spouse’s infidelity: Your spouse SUCKS and rightfully deserves a divorce covering all legal cost for being a jackass. They should have communicated the sexual issues and we would be at reason number 8.
physical abuse: Again YOUR SPOUSE SUCKS GET A DIVORCE. Pay the legal cost, just get away from them. Forget the communication issues, financial problems, lack of sex, incompatible, just run.
After all 9 reasons, I stopped and realized divorce is caused by a lack of communication somewhere along the way. After so long of no communication, it turns into some other reason for divorce, which leads to another reason and another. Before long your laundry list of reasons for a divorce is so long you cant remember why you got married. And worse you have spent the last 6 months, 6 years, 10 years living separate lives. Where you grew and changed, they grew and changed and none of it was together. You are now two separate people with no common ground. And you find yourself in Mr Sleazy Mac Sleazy's office trying to take everything you can in hopes it makes you feel a little better for all the crap you endured over the last days, months or years. When in reality had you told them you hated holding doors open or cooking dinner to begin with. You just might have avoided the depression, the alcohol abuse and break down in your marriage. Maybe even those 6 months of lying about fiances and the angry associated within your self. In short there are reasons for divorce but cant we be a little more creative in our ways to eliminate them. I mean unhappiness, everyone is unhappy at some point in life, everyone goes through a finical mess and just because I have a glass or 4 of wine after a long day with them kids does not mean I need a divorce. If you can catch any issue in the began stages, I think you can eliminate reasons for divorce. So lets recap, Communication is key, stay happy within and make sure you are compatible with a person. Put down your weapons and make a budget. And find the reason you married the person you are with. Maybe, just maybe we can lower the divorce rate. Next blog just because MTV pays well for 16 and prego, does not mean get laid by the next Joe cool.
These are my personal views, I am not a Dr. But would accept payments if you feel i should be!
Communication problems: Number 1 reason for divorce. You meet someone, you talk. You date someone you tell all your stories. You know the ones, your "high school and college war stories" The stories you tell over and over to your friends and laugh and laugh but they ARE NOT funny. Perfect communication, you tell, they listen, they tell, you listen. Then those stories become annoying and when you spouse opens their mouth, your whole body cringes. You hope they will dwindle after a while, so you go on and eventually get married. But the stories go on and on and on and on. So you cut them off before they can complete a sentence. Before long the stories are gone along with a part of them. Then you search for other subjects to talk about and realize you are incompatible. You realize you have never carried on a conversation without these stories as the center piece. Maybe you bottle things inside, I'm great at that. Then the bottle becomes so full you explode over dirty clothes in front of the shower door. Or if you are a great communicator, you forget to listen. I love to hear my own voice with a hint of someone else. But man if they get going and going, i wander off to day dream land and completely ignore the words coming out of their mouth. Then there is the last, worse most horrible issue in communication. The you said I don't like green beans but all I heard was you hate my cooking you would rather drink anti freeze. This is my favorite. So for 2011 lets smile and laugh along with those stories, keeping in mind we all have them and love our own stories.
Unhappiness: This is pretty vague. To whatever Dr studied divorce in 2010, you should know happiness comes from within. I don't think we should blame our unhappiness on our spouse. I don't think we can blame our spouse for our unhappiness. Where you happy when you meet? While you dated? While you were engaged? I bet you were, so you got married. Then very quickly the honeymoon phase came to a hault. He opened doors for you, she cooked every night. The sex was amazing. He flew you first class and she cuddled. Now she microwaves dinners, he moves in front of you to get inside from the rain, forget flying first class (it would just be nice to go somewhere) and cuddling.....I have to get up early. All things that are disappointing when gone, but not worthy of becoming unhappy. This all goes back to communication. If you are unhappy with a situation communicate about it. If we can not communicate with the one person we spend 90% of our time with, then we are unhappy. So lets get happy and communicate with our spouse. Start with doing things that make you happy, then things together that make you both happy. Bring back happiness together! Not a worthy reason for divorce, definitely a fixable problem.
Incompatible with spouse: This made number 3. However, I am just not sure how. At some point you were compatible. You meet feel in love and dreamed of the wedding day. What happens after the wedding for you to say "I'm not really feeling like we get along" . You buy a house and cant agree if the color yellow looks better than the tradition tan for the walls. I think this is hand in hand with communication and unhappiness. It just sounds better to say we were incompatible. Are there people out there who just settle for a person because it works and they want to get married, have a family, grow up? Then when it does not work because they truly do not get along, they say to hell with it we are incompatible. I have a girlfriend, who i give a really hard time about how picky she is, but in reality we should all be as picky. She is beautiful, smart and very independent. She dates men, but just will NOT settle for exactly what works for her or with her. In 2011 more people should choose to be picky.
emotional abuse: Once you meet a person, you spend all this time getting to know them. Learning what makes them happy and sad and mad. You have those deep heart to hearts at night, all cuddled up together, feeling like you could never be closer. In reality we are gathering ammunition. Whether you choose to believe it or not, we all use what we have learned about our spouse during those heated arguments. It does not necessarily have to be a story to throw like a grenade. My hubby knows it hurts my feelings to laugh at me when we argue. Every time he feels as though he is "losing" he starts laughing. Every time I get even more heated. We all take that one thing that we were told in the moment, that brought us close and us it as a weapon. For 2011 put down the weapons and try a new tactic. Love and respect your spouse. Show them you love them and respect all the "secrets" they have shared with you.
Financial problemstheres that communication issue again.
Sexual problems: What was once your favorite extracurricular activity with you spouse has become your worse nightmare. You pretend to be asleep, fake a headache, or work late, sneaking in after they are asleep. Well ladies if you choose to lock you man out, just expect they will revert back their college ways and I don't mean hanging out with the slutty sorority, maybe watching it. So when you get all annoyed and angry because all the nasty things you find, remember who locked them out. And men light a candle, give a back rub, run a bath ( for her not you to cram your ass in and make everyone uncomfortable) and those doors will remain open during business hours. Don't expect your spouse to know your in the mood and wait for the romance. Anyone can innate a mood. And DON'T expect Donna Reed to turn into Jenna Jameson after you get married. Sorry guys I could not think of two men other than Tommy Lee. Pretty sure few can measure up to him!Finally, Just accept you should cuddle afterwards. Damn I know its hard but "Just do it".
Spouse’s alcohol abuse: Start drinking with them, If you cant beat them join them! Or drive them around to avoid the DWI and more financial problems. Alcohol abuse is a serious issue and should not be taken as light as I choose to see it. Put down your glass of wine and find out what the problem is. My guess we are back at finical issues. They abuser feels it is there responsibility to provide but they are struggling. Then they choose to drink it away rather than communicate. If not financial, it just a communication issue. So keep communication open.
spouse’s infidelity: Your spouse SUCKS and rightfully deserves a divorce covering all legal cost for being a jackass. They should have communicated the sexual issues and we would be at reason number 8.
physical abuse: Again YOUR SPOUSE SUCKS GET A DIVORCE. Pay the legal cost, just get away from them. Forget the communication issues, financial problems, lack of sex, incompatible, just run.
After all 9 reasons, I stopped and realized divorce is caused by a lack of communication somewhere along the way. After so long of no communication, it turns into some other reason for divorce, which leads to another reason and another. Before long your laundry list of reasons for a divorce is so long you cant remember why you got married. And worse you have spent the last 6 months, 6 years, 10 years living separate lives. Where you grew and changed, they grew and changed and none of it was together. You are now two separate people with no common ground. And you find yourself in Mr Sleazy Mac Sleazy's office trying to take everything you can in hopes it makes you feel a little better for all the crap you endured over the last days, months or years. When in reality had you told them you hated holding doors open or cooking dinner to begin with. You just might have avoided the depression, the alcohol abuse and break down in your marriage. Maybe even those 6 months of lying about fiances and the angry associated within your self. In short there are reasons for divorce but cant we be a little more creative in our ways to eliminate them. I mean unhappiness, everyone is unhappy at some point in life, everyone goes through a finical mess and just because I have a glass or 4 of wine after a long day with them kids does not mean I need a divorce. If you can catch any issue in the began stages, I think you can eliminate reasons for divorce. So lets recap, Communication is key, stay happy within and make sure you are compatible with a person. Put down your weapons and make a budget. And find the reason you married the person you are with. Maybe, just maybe we can lower the divorce rate. Next blog just because MTV pays well for 16 and prego, does not mean get laid by the next Joe cool.
These are my personal views, I am not a Dr. But would accept payments if you feel i should be!
Friday, January 7, 2011
people amaze me.......
I have been amazed by people my whole life, but the past months were more than amazing. And I don't mean in a good way. I am not perfect nor have I ever once claimed to be, but some of the things I have witnessed recently, I look like a saint.
So I find myself in a horrible situation, sick (not insane sick but stuffy head, achy body, sick). Lets go back years and years ago again.........I remember the days of mom and dad catering to my every need, juice and food and medicine at just the right time. And for those of you who know me well I need the best Kleenex to shove up my nose. Yes up my nose, I don't like the runny snot thing. Alright back in present day so I come home from work feeling a little more tired than normal, bit of a headache, but the world still turns. I help with B's math home work which I hate math. I made lunch for school, washed football gear and got everyone ready for practice. The boys leave for practice and I felt as if a mac truck hit me, I fix Sloan's dinner and clean it up, a bath and one baby ready for bed. Then vacuumed the downstairs because the dog hair was out of control. By the time Brent got home I had layered every item of clothing I could reach and curled up in a ball. What should we do for dinner, oh my really I'm in a ball and I'm sure he wants me to get up an d cook. No even better order sushi. OK i love sushi but not when all I can taste is snot. Sushi it was and I hardly ate. Oh Sloan, wheres the baby? on the floor next to me, reading, hugging and kissing me. I think she would have made me soup if she could reach the microwave. (Brayden was at his dads if you wonder why he was not waiting on me hand and foot). We ate and I put Sloan to bed. Then I headed to bed, by this time I had a full fever, swore throat, achy body. I pulled my lifeless body into the bed and covered my head. Finally Brent brought me a soda and Tylenol. Fast forward to Christmas.......Sloan gets a stomach virus. She spends about five hours throwing up every hour. I hold her, comfort her and get juice in her. She is better by morning, tough kid. Brayden comes down with it as well. And I'm pretty sure that kid would have driven himself to the Dr, if needed. Brent gets the same stomach bug and lays on the floor moaning as if he has been shot in the chest. Crawled into a ball holding his knees rocking back and forth. I choose to go shopping. (OK not that bad, but he was moaning and I did give him spirit before i went shopping) If i did not know him any better I would have thought he was dying and I should find a funeral home. I am pretty sure he called everyone in his phone to let them know he was so sick. My point , A women gets sick and the world continues to spin, a man gets sick and the world and anything in 100 miles halts. AMAZING.
Texas football is huge no matter the age and I get that. Brayden plays for a third grade team, who I begged, plead, bribed and cried for Brent to coach. (they had no coach and Brayden really wanted to play) So Brent coached and Brayden played but not with out blood, sweat and tears. I have actually lost sleep over situations with this team. (and football is not the sport i get crazy during) So I can't make it to every game because of the thing I call a job. But i get the play by play from Brayden and I usually send friends or family in my absent. Yes that explains the random people on the side lines now. And I don't go to practices because Sloan distracts Brent and thinks she is one of the players. I would like to set a disclosure with this blog like many others, first....never mind just suck it up. Brent comes home to tell me about a mom yelling in his face one day. Well we talked and laughed through it. because lets just say i have been there done that. Nothing came of it until the next game. She maned the side lines with negative comments to other parents about how awful Brent was as a coach. Fast forward to this past game, again with the negativity and once more with the yelling. The finger in my face, yelling, stomping her foot and flocking the arms, reminded me of a 3 year old not getting her way. If I yelled at any of B's, in front of B and his friends, he would be mortified. If my child is part of a time, then I am part of a team. A team is a group of people who work together to reach a goal. Get some meds and find your happy place, you need to calm down. She treated to pull her chair on the field and halt the game until her son could play in the next game. I I deal with passionate parents every day at work but none like this parent. AMAZING
de friend you thinking you just might twitter, blog or post on face book about them. AMAZING
So I find myself in a horrible situation, sick (not insane sick but stuffy head, achy body, sick). Lets go back years and years ago again.........I remember the days of mom and dad catering to my every need, juice and food and medicine at just the right time. And for those of you who know me well I need the best Kleenex to shove up my nose. Yes up my nose, I don't like the runny snot thing. Alright back in present day so I come home from work feeling a little more tired than normal, bit of a headache, but the world still turns. I help with B's math home work which I hate math. I made lunch for school, washed football gear and got everyone ready for practice. The boys leave for practice and I felt as if a mac truck hit me, I fix Sloan's dinner and clean it up, a bath and one baby ready for bed. Then vacuumed the downstairs because the dog hair was out of control. By the time Brent got home I had layered every item of clothing I could reach and curled up in a ball. What should we do for dinner, oh my really I'm in a ball and I'm sure he wants me to get up an d cook. No even better order sushi. OK i love sushi but not when all I can taste is snot. Sushi it was and I hardly ate. Oh Sloan, wheres the baby? on the floor next to me, reading, hugging and kissing me. I think she would have made me soup if she could reach the microwave. (Brayden was at his dads if you wonder why he was not waiting on me hand and foot). We ate and I put Sloan to bed. Then I headed to bed, by this time I had a full fever, swore throat, achy body. I pulled my lifeless body into the bed and covered my head. Finally Brent brought me a soda and Tylenol. Fast forward to Christmas.......Sloan gets a stomach virus. She spends about five hours throwing up every hour. I hold her, comfort her and get juice in her. She is better by morning, tough kid. Brayden comes down with it as well. And I'm pretty sure that kid would have driven himself to the Dr, if needed. Brent gets the same stomach bug and lays on the floor moaning as if he has been shot in the chest. Crawled into a ball holding his knees rocking back and forth. I choose to go shopping. (OK not that bad, but he was moaning and I did give him spirit before i went shopping) If i did not know him any better I would have thought he was dying and I should find a funeral home. I am pretty sure he called everyone in his phone to let them know he was so sick. My point , A women gets sick and the world continues to spin, a man gets sick and the world and anything in 100 miles halts. AMAZING.
Texas football is huge no matter the age and I get that. Brayden plays for a third grade team, who I begged, plead, bribed and cried for Brent to coach. (they had no coach and Brayden really wanted to play) So Brent coached and Brayden played but not with out blood, sweat and tears. I have actually lost sleep over situations with this team. (and football is not the sport i get crazy during) So I can't make it to every game because of the thing I call a job. But i get the play by play from Brayden and I usually send friends or family in my absent. Yes that explains the random people on the side lines now. And I don't go to practices because Sloan distracts Brent and thinks she is one of the players. I would like to set a disclosure with this blog like many others, first....never mind just suck it up. Brent comes home to tell me about a mom yelling in his face one day. Well we talked and laughed through it. because lets just say i have been there done that. Nothing came of it until the next game. She maned the side lines with negative comments to other parents about how awful Brent was as a coach. Fast forward to this past game, again with the negativity and once more with the yelling. The finger in my face, yelling, stomping her foot and flocking the arms, reminded me of a 3 year old not getting her way. If I yelled at any of B's, in front of B and his friends, he would be mortified. If my child is part of a time, then I am part of a team. A team is a group of people who work together to reach a goal. Get some meds and find your happy place, you need to calm down. She treated to pull her chair on the field and halt the game until her son could play in the next game. I I deal with passionate parents every day at work but none like this parent. AMAZING
de friend you thinking you just might twitter, blog or post on face book about them. AMAZING
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Saturday Saturday Saturday
Saturday began without warning. I was sleeping soundly when I when I heard boys attempting to whisper. I thought I yelled shut up but I think I was dreaming. When I did open my eyes, Brent and Brayden were leaving for football. I knew I had at least 30 minutes so I closed my eyes and wished hard I was asleep. Nope, I got Sloan up and we headed to the earliest game known to man.
Statue of liberty play! So we are losing 4th quarter Brent has Brayden in as quarter back. He was doing good! They set up the play, Brayden drops back and the running back comes behind and grabs the ball. It was perfect, until the crash of helmets and pads. Brayden got the ball off but was sacked. And sacked good. In the moment I knew if her didn't get up he would never play again. So I yelled get up. I'm sure I sounded like a psycho parent yelling at their kid to play with a broken limb. (it was not ) I wanted him to understand a hit would not kill him but knock the wind out of him. He got up and didn't run to me. (which was a bit sad but relieved) He just had the wind knocked out of time for the first time....I was so proud. I'm sure child services is following me for that, but damn it was a great play! By the look on his face in this photo he may have been a bit dazed too.....#32 standing facing us.
Sloan went down for a nap and it was clean the closet time. Now here is my question to all women...why do men pile. We still had a few boxes of winter packed up so i dumped them on the floor. Brent sorted and sorted and piled here and piled there. He claimed he was making some progress, but I couldn't see it! He put shirts over here then moved them over there. I watched for a bit and found no rhyme or reason. But i did snap some pictures.
He was sorting here
This pile moved into the bedroom. I think he may have shoved it into a drawer.
Sloan was in good spirits when she woke up. She cooked and danced in the kitchen. Then she took a break to love on baby Emma. Silly girl.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
To the fair..........and home again jigged, jigg
We got up super early for a Sunday and head to the fair. After the night we had, this was rather challenging. Don't get excited we were not parting til the sun came up. They are filming a movie in our neighborhood, something Conner and castle hills gang. None the less a letter was sent saying they would be filming a forth of July scene on Saturday night. We watched cameras and scene set ups all week long but none more exciting than fireworks. So last night we head to some friends in the neighborhood and we see cameras, fire trucks and the gear for fireworks. By the time we got home around 9 no fireworks but still set up. I should have scene this a warning. Around 11:30 the first set of booms comes through the house, but no one woke up. Then at 1AM then next serious. I jumped straight out of bed, Sloan screamed and Brent rolled over. Dear God, I thought I was having a heart attack, scared me silly. For a minute I thought I was in the old neighborhood and those were gun shots. After 30 minutes I was out again, only to be waken by Sloan's sweet scream. We hurried to get dressed and out of the house by 9:15, a quick stop at Starbucks and we were fair bound. Two sweet kids strapped into their strollers and off we went. We thought we would be the only ones there even for a bit....no way! The grounds were already packed.
We walked for a bit and let the hubbies look at silly snakes, two headed alligators and a shrunken women, then it was the kids turn for a ride. I wasn't sure how Sloan would do, She is a dare devil. We choose a fish ride that went round and round with a little up and down action. I really thought the doom buggies looked way more fun. All smiles before the ride!
Shockingly she hated the kiddy ride. She was cute with her arm around me, holding me too, until we started moving with a jolt. She cried every time we turned to face daddy.
We decided on the log ride, which she loved. Brent and I piled in with her and floated calmly around the water way. I pointed out the mushrooms and smiling trees. I was like a bad trip through Alice in wonderland. However, I thought it was great place to make out if we were in high school. Around a corner I saw an alligator. Look Sloan a gator and just as she looked....the gator spit water all over us. This was followed by spiting mushrooms and trees. Followed by a dark tunnel spray water down from vines. Sloan was not affect by the water. We climbed the hill and Brent held both of us. I'm not sure he trusted I was holding tight enough to Sloan. I covered her face expecting water to cover us. Gran Jan was at the bottom to snap a picture and I'm pretty sure we all ducked to avoid the non-existent water. I covered her face with my hands. She was all smiles when we got off!
So we headed for the biggest ferris wheel. Sloan stood up and watched Dallas go by over and over. She even went from Dad to Aunt Ash to me. She is such a dare devil...kiss off kiddy rides, bring on the big stuff. Whoooooo hoooo!
You cant go to the fair without eating tons of fried goodness so off to eat we went.
Corn dogs without the dog just are not the same, (side note, I stop eating meat again) so I ate the dog. I figure at this point its all the left overs from the animals, I'm going to get sick anyway might as well make it worth it. It was and I did. Then French fries and potato cruls with Aunt Ash. Pop feed Sloan some fries and Sloan kindly cleaned both Pop and Gran Jans faces. I was a little relived to see Sloan did not like the funnel cake. The less sugar the better!!!
After a quick demonstration of "things Sloan can do" we cleaned up. Kids are like dogs, watch what Sloan learned She can sit, stay, and speak. Sad but true. We showed off her body part demonstration. She knows button (belly button), nose (which she honks like crazy) and boob (which she grabs or smashes). Then we danced in the isles for a bit!
To the bird show! Sloan entertained herself with my makeup bag.....check the label! She is already spoiled! She danced and turned and posed and even ended up on the big screen!
The white bird flew from the tip top of the wheel down to the stage. It was beautiful. She almost dove straight down then glided to a halt.
After the owl, Sloan was done. We really wanted to hit up the aquarium but She wasn't having it. By the time we found the freeway she was out like a light. She slept for 4 hours, woke up, went for a walk, ate and went back to bed!
On a side note for the night. Brayden came home tonight. We sat in the hot tub relaxing his muscles after his great play. He told us about his college choices and how he wanted to play football and so on. Such a big boy! When we came back in braydens toilet had unexpectedly over flowed. As Brent and I danced on the towel soaking up water brayden says....Its like a romantic comedy...but in my room...yuk!
Thursday, October 14, 2010
oopps i let him skip school
After working all day yesterday and spending what seemed like an eternity cleaning after everyone went to bed, I slept through the alarm this morning. I also contribute my sleepiness to Sloan's morning cry at 5am. I thought it was 6 so I started to get everyone up. I even pulled out breakfast before I realized I was up way too early. I went back to sleep and sat straight up at 7:30. (Brayden has to be at school at 7:40.) Needless to say it was more Brent, Brayden and I was out again. Brent took him and let Sloan and I sleep an extra 30 minutes. I swear I tip toe around like a mouse when everyone is sleeping, he runs into everything in the house. At 9am I missed a call from Brayden's teacher and quickly realized I left his sandwich out of his lunch. Rather than taking him a sandwich, I pulled him out at lunch. He looks at me standing in the office and says do I have to go to the dentist. I just laughed. Brent thought we should all head to the arboretum for the afternoon, so we loaded up to head out. Yes I pulled him out to go to the pumpkin patch!
Brayden carried Sloan through all the different pumpkin houses. He even tried to pose her so I could get a picture but she had other ideals. Brayden was very proud he was as tall as the opening to the smaller house. I think he walked in and out 12 times.
We headed on to the frog fountains. Brayden made the comment we did not have our suites and we were going to get wet. The temperature had warmed up and chasing Sloan around, we all appreciated the cool water. Brent lifted Sloan so she could put her hands, then arms and finally her whole head went in. She laughed and laughed. Brayden again just posed for my pictures! He also decided it was a good time for a snack. We had only been at the park an hour but I think the hour drive made him hungry. So we walked on in search of a place to snack!
We found a perfect bench in the shade and sun for our snack! Brent and Brayden posed. I think Sloan was a bit tired from all the walking. Nothing a little snack couldn't fix.
She quickly bounced back to her normal self and found the bench made a great play area. Until she noticed the grass knoll across the path.
And then we were done. We headed to the front for one last photo. Sloan was just too pooped to get out of the stroller. She was asleep the second she hit the car seat.
They really do a great job decorating the arboretum with tons of pumpkins. They line the walk ways And create these cool photo op places. Brayden posed at every stop for me. Some with the cheesy smile, none the less he stop for me to take his picture. Sloan and Brent on the other hand, not so much. Sloan was more interested in the wood chips than the pumpkins.
Brayden carried Sloan through all the different pumpkin houses. He even tried to pose her so I could get a picture but she had other ideals. Brayden was very proud he was as tall as the opening to the smaller house. I think he walked in and out 12 times.
So we walk in to be greeted by a rather large fellow. He was the size of a cat. It was a very healthy squirrel. And he was enjoying a snack of pumpkin. As we moved around the arboretum we saw many squirrels of this size, One even broke a tree limb. They were huge!
We found a perfect bench in the shade and sun for our snack! Brent and Brayden posed. I think Sloan was a bit tired from all the walking. Nothing a little snack couldn't fix.
Sloan, Brayden and I headed over to run and play in dog poop free grass. You really just don't realize how much you miss the grass until picking up dog poo consume most our your outside time. Brayden and Sloan ran through the grass and rolled! Brent captured some good moments from the shade covered bench. I just laid in the grass watching with the sun beating on my face.
Sloan and I practiced a few flips while Brayden tried his skills behind the camera. He loves taking pictures as much as posing for them! I air planed her and flipped her till her heart was content. Then I wanted a turn but Brent would not airplane me. I was sad. I even tried to air plane him, but no go!
This was favorite picture of the day. It captures a typical family moment. Sloan poking Brayden, me trying to stop her and Brayden with the look of help me on his face. He tolerates so much from her, I really think he loves being a big brother.
It was time to move on to frontier land. Full of tee pees, covered wagons and old houses, we ventured in. Brent, Brayden and Sloan went inside the tee pee. I'm pretty sure at this point Sloan was completely done, nothing a snack could bring back! But Brayden continued to explore. He said on his school field trip they rode in a covered wagon with a house pulling them.
And then we were done. We headed to the front for one last photo. Sloan was just too pooped to get out of the stroller. She was asleep the second she hit the car seat.
Afterwards I had a teacher conference with Braydens teacher. Oh how I worry what crazy things i will learn. Brayden has a smart ass mouth and man some of the things that come out of his mouth, my jaw drops and I try not to laugh. Overall she said he is a great student, just a little chatty. Where could he get that?
Monday, October 11, 2010
Monday again, Happy Columbus Day
A holiday for some, just another Monday for me. I look forward to Mondays at work. We clean, rearrange, organize and just revamp for the week! This morning we woke at 5am to Sloan's cheerful scream. Brent took her back to bed with warm milk since it was a holiday for him. two hours later i got up and tried to sneak out of the house as not to wake anyone. Brayden came down to say bye and ask if I needed his help at work. I asked him why he did not want to stay home with Brent and Sloan, His reply, I don't want to go to that wiener place. Brent had told him the night before they could go to the biggest wiener house in the country, Whienshintzel. I assured him he did not have to eat.
After a half day of classes and an hour of cleaning, I headed home to relieve Brent. Brayden and I decided we would head to the parks in the neighborhood. I must admit we do have the best. We went to the tunnel park, the pirate park, the dragon park and finally the firetruck park.
At the dragon park, Sloan wanted to imatae Brayden as he staddled the dragons scales. Her little legs were not longer enough to go over and she came to an abrut hault. I think she was a little surprised, Brayden and I laughed!
Moving on to the fire truck park. Sloan brought the new stroller from Kel and baby Emma along. Emma was thrown off the bridge for unknown reasons. I did save her before we left the park. She worked on perfecting her climbing skills. She was pretty proud when she could climb into the firetruck all by herself. By the time we left she was in and out all on her own.
Brayden hung and jumped and jumped and hung. Brayden jumped from piece to piece of equipment making sure each was a little further or higher than the next. Our time was cut short due to the UPS truck running today. Strange, yes, but Brayden ordered his Halloween costume last week and It was suppose to arrive Saturday. It did not and it did not arrive today. After checking the tracking we found it in Colorado, Thankful it is on its way. I think Braydens issue with Halloween costumes were just as bad as mine. He claims he will never order off line again. it just takes too long!
Before we left we all tried this silly looking spinning egg. Brayden loved it, Sloan giggled and smiled with every faster spin and then it was my turn....You sit/lay in the egg. As you lend back the weight of your body starts to spin the egg. (do not insert boob jokes here) I sat and started spinning. The more I yelped ( not really a scream but not quiet a whimper) the closer Sloan came to me. I stuck my legs out to stop the rather fast spinning and I took out my own daughter. Basically, I swiped her legs flipping her up and over face first into the ground. She looked up at Brayden and I like she could kill us in one blink. Again Brayden and I laughed, She wasn't hurt for all you worry warts out there. Below is the egg thing!
I did a little sweeping and swiftering while the boys were at football practice. Sloan and I took a short break to dance on the counter with the radio blaring "Apple bottom jean, boots with the fur". She imitates my every move and I must say She has my dance skills, watch out dancing with the stars. (and for anyone thinking I might have developed my skills into something great, nope they are the same rhythm-less moves i have always had)!
After a half day of classes and an hour of cleaning, I headed home to relieve Brent. Brayden and I decided we would head to the parks in the neighborhood. I must admit we do have the best. We went to the tunnel park, the pirate park, the dragon park and finally the firetruck park. 
At the dragon park, Sloan wanted to imatae Brayden as he staddled the dragons scales. Her little legs were not longer enough to go over and she came to an abrut hault. I think she was a little surprised, Brayden and I laughed!
Moving on to the fire truck park. Sloan brought the new stroller from Kel and baby Emma along. Emma was thrown off the bridge for unknown reasons. I did save her before we left the park. She worked on perfecting her climbing skills. She was pretty proud when she could climb into the firetruck all by herself. By the time we left she was in and out all on her own.
Brayden hung and jumped and jumped and hung. Brayden jumped from piece to piece of equipment making sure each was a little further or higher than the next. Our time was cut short due to the UPS truck running today. Strange, yes, but Brayden ordered his Halloween costume last week and It was suppose to arrive Saturday. It did not and it did not arrive today. After checking the tracking we found it in Colorado, Thankful it is on its way. I think Braydens issue with Halloween costumes were just as bad as mine. He claims he will never order off line again. it just takes too long!Before we left we all tried this silly looking spinning egg. Brayden loved it, Sloan giggled and smiled with every faster spin and then it was my turn....You sit/lay in the egg. As you lend back the weight of your body starts to spin the egg. (do not insert boob jokes here) I sat and started spinning. The more I yelped ( not really a scream but not quiet a whimper) the closer Sloan came to me. I stuck my legs out to stop the rather fast spinning and I took out my own daughter. Basically, I swiped her legs flipping her up and over face first into the ground. She looked up at Brayden and I like she could kill us in one blink. Again Brayden and I laughed, She wasn't hurt for all you worry warts out there. Below is the egg thing!
I did a little sweeping and swiftering while the boys were at football practice. Sloan and I took a short break to dance on the counter with the radio blaring "Apple bottom jean, boots with the fur". She imitates my every move and I must say She has my dance skills, watch out dancing with the stars. (and for anyone thinking I might have developed my skills into something great, nope they are the same rhythm-less moves i have always had)!
Sunday came and went
Sunday came and went with a.....nope no bang. Sloan made it through the night and Brent let me sleep in. Oh I was super Thankful. He also went to Starbucks and got me coffee. Then I smelled something....He made breakfast. It was like the good ole days. Imagine squiggly lines, a blur and go back to another time.......When Brent and I meet long, long ago in another place and a different time. Every morning he would get me Starbucks, take Brayden to school and make me a yummy breakfast. Not just any breakfast but in bed breakfast. He would swoop me away first class to a different city every other week. Chicago, LA, Vegas, San Fran, Tahoe, Hawaii and the list goes on and on. We would arrive to a man waiting by bag claim with Mr Willson neatly written on a card and a car ready to take us any where we wanted to go. The hotel would wait on us hand and foot, bringing us complimentary wine and cheese. (cheap wine but free wine) I could sleep in, order room service.......... screams in the back ground, mommma, mom, momma.........Wait don't fade away, oh those are distant memories fading away. Crap back to reality. And back to waiting on the family hand and foot.
Nana and Pappy had a great visit and the kids were super excited to show off all their new tricks. Sloan jumped and spun, Brayden talked about football. We took them to Rudy's for lunch before they drove back to Arkansas. They loved it! I took the opportunity to get a few shots of Sloan and Brayden. Brayden insisted I pose for a few as well.
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