What's happening, hotstuff?

While I have flaked a bit on recording the movie of the day at the cardio cinema, I have not flaked at getting to the gym every week day. Every day, my dear friends.

My fat keeps coming along to keep me company as well. Lucky me.

Today I watched The Mask of Zorro again. However it was a different 30 minutes than the last time last week. Yesturday I watched Happy Gilmore again. That movie could probably be returned to the movie store for another 3 months. Last week I watched first 30 minutes of Prince and Me and the 2nd 30 minutes of the Prince and Me. I may have to rent the dang movie just to see the last 15 minutes and close the book.

Ryan lost her season's first soccer game this weekend. 4-2. She made one of the goals. The goalie let 2 of the other teams goal just walk on by her into the net. It was a little painful to watch. More painful to listen to some of our girl's comments about the mistakes. I mean, one of our girls actually yelled over to the side of the field to us saying "Coach, can you please put me in as goalie?" I wanted to backhand her out of the state. So I did the next best thing. Became the bitch assistant coach that told them how talking about the goalie will never happen again this season.

That felt so good that when we were leaving the movie theater after seeing Invincible I relapsed. I was pulling the car out of my parking space in the crowded parking lot and another car was waiting for me to pull out. The woman in the car was making exasperated gestures trying to get me to hurry out of my space. Folks, I am not a bad vehicle operator. I am not overly slow. I am not out of control. I was correctly cautious in making sure nobody that was walking through the parking lot was behind me and also that I was not going to hit the next line of parked cars over. The lady got very animated with her hurry up gestures so I decided that she would be better off not waiting for me to get out of my spot. "Go find another empty one so you can pull in immediately. " I told her that by simply pulling back into my spot and sitting there. Ryan, Alena, her friend, Chase and Bart were very amused by it all. It is sad that you feel powerful when being a bitch, however, you are also left with a sense of remorse that you let the inner bitch have her way. Not to mention, in front of the kids to leave a fantastic example of what not to do. They honked at us and finally, finally pulled away to go find another spot. Secretly I hoped they were late for their movie but also secretly I was relieved that the guy didn't get out of the car and start something with Bart. Because Bart does not back down. Wrong or right. He is as stubborn as..............Ryan. And the mules they both rode in on.

Chase won his pre seaon football scrimmage. I think this may be a good year for the West Jordan Mighty Mites White Team. Happiness for me is
1) Michael and Dylan and Chase are on the same team making carpool easier for me and practice a whole lot more fun for them.
2) Same coach this year who believes in having fun is the number one priority and winning the game comes second. Makes for a whole lot less crying.
3) One of Chase's teammates from last year is the son of the high school football coach. His mother is the high school football team's photographer. Every game she is out there with her 75 foot lens and camera taking pictures of the boys. And at the end of the year we get a fabulous CD with thousands of gorgeous pictures. Can you say "Happy Day about the CD again this year" boys and girls? I love my camera and it was the best one I could get without the 75 foot lens. It is 12x optical which is pretty dang good but it doesn't compare to hers.
4) Chase loves it. He does. He loves the game.
5) Bart is coaching and is involved in Chase's life. I know that Bart has risen above his father's example of parenthood by 200% already. I recognize the effort that he makes and it is unknown territory to him as far as anything he learned from his family. And you know what, I think he likes it.

My pick for the Grammy

I am watching Notting Hill right now.

I have decided at this instant that it is my all time favorite movie.

It has my all time favorite scene in it.

It has my all time favorite conversation lines in it.

"Big feet..........large shoes." "It's as if I have taken love heroin." "Happiness isn't happiness without a violin playing goat." "Flopsy"

And it has my all time favorite sidekick in it. Rhys. He is classic.

And finally it uses my all time favorite song. It is simply my favorite song because it makes my heart become disconnected from my body and slowly slide down my face. Every time. Every damn time. No matter what.

I can't believe that my version of real love comes from a movie. A carefully scripted and fantastically casted movie but nevertheless a product of Hollywood.

Truly, when Julia Roberts and Hugh Grant try to climb over a fence and get into a little park at the end of their first date I have to stick myself in the freezer to keep from melting all over the couch. I have been at that park. I have laughed at those jokes. I have had that moment and looked into someone else's eyes. And it was oh, so breathtaking. Somehow they captured the magic and put it on a DVD so that I could have and keep that moment on my shelf.

I never wanted to stash that moment on a dusty shelf but there is no room for it with all the diapers and homework and soccer call lists that seem to take up all the room on my counters.

I hope with every molecule in my body that there will be a time for it soon. And that the magic will show up and surprise and delight me. Because it is one of the few ways I know of that really allows you to know you are living life and not just moving along with the current.

But for now I will continue to watch Notting Hill and hope.

Kissing Summer Goodbye

3 months. 90 days. Can it be over?

Ryan and McKenzie featured here go back to school on Monday. Chase and Cooper have already been back 4 weeks now. I have been ignoring the signs of fall for that long now. It is so evident that the days are getting shorter. Not cooler yet but definately shorter. Thank goodness Mother Nature knows that it is hard enough to get kids to go to bed for early school mornings without an super duper elongated day.

You gotta love her.

Just as my flowers are a little wilted from all the hot rays of succulent sun she opens her arms and starts throwing out manna from heaven.


You don't even need to go into the kitchen to create a meal. You can stay outside in her living room with the trampoline boy.

Because this summer as Ryan turned 13 you realized that 13 years just went like "snap" and they were over. Gone. Done. How many peaches did I make her eat? How many peaches did I eat with her? Did I teach her that peaches were better than french fries? Did I watch her do enough somersaults on the tramp that she knows I love her? Does she feel enough security that she can let go of childhood and become a little lady?

Mother Nature is certainly as busy working on her Ryan creation as she is tending to the tomatoes in my garden.

They are both almost ripe. So maybe while I am trying to say my goodbyes to summer, Ryan is really saying "Hello. I didn't know you were right behind me. So glad you're here. We are going to have such a good time."

Saying goodbye to summer and my baby may just prove to be beyond the balm of a simple BLT sandwich.

The truth about my butt

Monday: Finding Neverland

Tuesday: The Mask of Zorro

My arms hurt from the the weights on Monday. I dread the thought of doing my upper body routine tomorrow morning but Brian says that you have to have a little bit of soreness to make something happen. Something like not having so many rolls on your back.

I think that maybe what added to my delusional state of thinking I was semi not fat is that a LOT of my fat is clinging to my back and butt so it can hide from my eyes. I mean, I am a truth seeking, call it like it is kindof girl and yet I have been living in the semi not fat world for so so long. How could that happen?

It's all jiggly wiggly behind me.

When I wasn't here I was there

Isn't he cute? Owen Hinckley Solomon. Born on July 29, 2006. 8 lbs 4 ozs. 21 inches. Firstborn to my brother Mark Solomon and Bridgette Hodson (sp?) Solomon. Right now he resides in Oregon but apparently they will be moving to California in another month or two.

It was very easy to be reminded why I wanted another baby.

And it was also very easy to see that I would never get to the gym again in at least two years. Cardio cinema here I come! Maybe if I'm lucky they will be playing Look Who's Talking or 9 Months.

Kidding!

Speaking of movies, went to go see Step Up starring Channing Tatum with 8 13 year olds last night. It is not right for a man to be that good looking. Not right I tell you.

Home

Being home is balm to my soul.

Apparently my soul relishes chaos. Needs acceptable amounts of clutter. Desires the pulling and the pushing to become something better. Finds joy in the duty and responsiblity of motherhood. Appreciates the safety of having an already forged relationship to come back to. Loves the souls of the others I call family.

Perhaps I need to stop listening to this loud whiny body of mine and get beyond to the quiet hush of my soul more often.

Too tired to make a Title

Up at 5 am again to go to the gym. I worked with the weights and I am already sore. So much for for any upper body strength that I thought I had. I was mildly excited to see the case for Batman Returns showing as playing in the cardio cinema. All this hype about Heath Ledger playing the new joker has made me want to see it again. However, when I walked in it was Red Eye that was playing.

Gag.

I didn't stay.

We did have Chase's friend birthday bash today. I took 6 boys under the age of 12 to the water park. By myself. We waited for Cooper to come home from school, picked up his five year old friend and took off.
Although he is absolutely not ready to be on his own, Cooper's new five year old attitude is "I don't need you, mom." I mean, he bumped his head a few days ago on my headboard. I said "Are you alright? That must have hurt."
His reply: "Mom, I'm five now. It's fine." brushing away my hands.
Needless to say, I spent 6 hours today chasing after a child who thought he was 11 years old and taller than the 3 feet of water I wanted him to stay in.
Water and children make my anxiety disorder seem normal. I mean, technically, you can't be too careful around water with children. Especially 83 million gallons of H2O. So, for a whole day I was a completely normal mother using her eyes in the front, back and side of her head, not letting the kids out of her sight for a moment and applying layers and layers of suntan lotion.

Fortunately

Fortunately, I have already been to the gym today twice and it is only noon.

Unfortunately, the first time was at 5 am in the morning.

Fortunately, Brian, my body builder friend was already there and waiting to show me how to do all the weight training that will lose me 30 pounds.

Unfortunately, Brian, my other friend that is such a putz to his wife, was there as well.

Fortunately, Brian and I were done by 6 am.

Unfortunately, he wants me to come back tomorrow morning so he can go through the scheduled workout with me.

Fortunately, I can go back to bed tomorrow morning as well.

Unfortunately, he tells me that I can't eat anything but salad after 4 pm if I won't go on a real diet.

Fortunately, I know from experience that as you get in shape you have less sugar cravings.

Unfortunately, today I have already eaten 2 Krispie Kremes.

Fortunately, I was able to watch Miss Congeniality II today while doing cardio during my second visit.

Unfortunately, even after my cardio workout I am nowhere close to looking like Sandra Bullock.

And there is no fortunately about that.

The Coolest Thing

I have a goal to go to the gym for 6 weeks straight. Well, really my goal is to lose weight. I am sick of being large margish. I want to WANT to get a family picture taken that I am included in. I don't want to strain my heart to carry around unnecessary weight. I want to be sexy even if I can't work it for anyone but my husband. I want to be able to go buy whatever clothes I want, not the clothes that simply make me look the thinnest.

I realize that I will have to give up some eating habits but I am focusing on the gym goal right now. It has just gotten easier.

My gym was just remodeled. It added a new women's section, expanded daycare, and THE COOLEST THING ever. It is called a cardio cinema. Essentially, it is a simply a movie theater with treadmills, elliptical machines, bikes and stairmasters instead of chairs. Since Cooper started school last Tuesday I have been spending an hour there every day. I never get to finish the movie but it is so WONDERFUL not to have to deal with commercials. I love it! So I am going to add an additional line to my blog every day. It will be the movie that I watched. Even if I don't write anything else I am going to do this so I will have another check and balance to get me to the gym every day.

Day 7--TODAY'S MOVIE: The Producers.

Math problems

1. Cooper started kindergarten this last week. His first day was Tuesday. The first day his teacher was the same woman that greeted us for kindergarten orientation. The second day his teacher was a woman with black hair. The third day the kindergarteners had a teacher who had blonde short hair. Finally on Friday, the woman who opened the classroom door was named Mrs. Long. She had red hair. How many different teachers has Cooper had in his first week?

2. Ryan gets 17 phone calls a day. For every 5 times that Amber calls, Cameron calls twice. If Amber calls 15 times a day, how many times does Cameron call a day?


3. Bridgette and my brother Mark finally had their baby. It was born Sunday July 30 and is doing very well. They live in Oregon. It takes 2 hours to get to Oregon from Salt Lake City by plane. It takes 11.5 hours to get to Oregon from Salt Lake City by car. How many teeth grinding, gut wrenching painful minutes does Kim save herself by flying to Oregon to see the baby rather than driving?

4. Kim has started exercising again. In the last week she went to the gym 4 times. She ran on the treadmill for 40 minutes each day. She lifted weights to minimize her hips, her abdomen and her gluteous maximus 30 minutes each day. How many days do you think she can go this week?

Answers will be corrected and sent back in 1-2 business days. Good luck!

Need I say more?

It is 2:13 pm on August 1st 2006. The phone rings and there is a 13 year old boy voice on the phone asking for Ryan.