As everyone is busy posting all the things they love about the up and coming season of summer I have to put my two cents in as well. Although it is a negative. And mostly due to my large amount of laziness that resides in my body. I hate shaving. I do. I can admit that most of the winter is characterized by a weekly, sometimes bi weekly shave. But wearing capris, shorts, skorts and a bathing suit au naturalle is not acceptable in my mind's eye. However shaving every day is not an activity I want to put on the docket. Why didn't I think of lasik BEFORE I quit and gave away all the surplus money?
As long as we are on the subject of legs......does anybody else just miss wearing socks? Is it because I have not grown my summer callous' or what? My feet just cry for socks. But you can't wear socks with sandals or flip flops that you wear with the aforementioned capris or shorts. So, I will just painfully press on enjoying the summer with the windows pulled open and the breeze wafting through, the cut grass smell, the whiff of the BBQ, the new fuzzy growth of the grape vines, the new recipes for homemade ice cream and try and ignore the "podiatrical" torture that is going on down below my line of vision
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Creative sandboxing
While we were prepping the garden, the kids had to take turns keeping Cooper occupied. I think they liked this job better than the ones they had to do when they had "garden duty" with the parents. I think there is a potential for a landscape artist in Ryan.
Saturday, May 27, 2006
An Interesting Thing Happened on the Way to Preschool
On Thursday I brought Ryan with me to go pick up Cooper from preschool. She got in the car and started the conversation off with
"The boys have a new nickname for me."
Me: What would that be?
Ryan: Extra flat.
Pause. Then me: Is that referring to what I think it is referring to?
Ryan: My boobs.
She was mostly amused by this little title that she had recieved. So I kept the conversation in the same tone.
Me: Compared to who? (Her two best friends still look like they are in 5th grade. Real cute but small and far from puberty.)
Ryan: Deeanna.
Well, at least the boys had good eyesight and comparison skill. (Are these as valuable as say, bowhunting skills?) These are boys that I don't know at all. They are not in the neighborhood, they have never called the house and they keep threatening to show up to a soccer game but so far they are a no show. I LIKE THEM.
Then I get a phone call on my cell phone. It is Shalene, my friend and mother of a girl in Chase's fifth grade class.
Shalene: Kim, did you know that Chase got married at school today?
Kim: Nope, never got an invitation. What?!?
Shalene: I got at least 3 phone calls this morning from Savannah trying to get dressed for the day. She said that she had to wear blue and white to come to the wedding today at recess and she couldn't find her white shirt that she wanted to wear.
Kim: Married? (I felt like Jake Ryan in Sixteen Candles asking about Samantha to Long Duck Dong.)
Shalene: Yes, married. (With not much of an asian accent, unfortunately.) What did Chase wear this morning?
Kim: He wore all black.
Ryan, chortling: Like a tuxedo.
Kim: Who is he marrying? I don't even have a clue who it would be.
Shalene: I don't know. I am going to pick up the kids right now and I will see if I can get the low down. I am telling you this just because I hope that somebody will tell me if something this interesting happens to my children at school.
20 minutes later we are on the phone again.
Shalene: They didn't get married. Apparently the girl didn't know about it and wouldn't succumb to peer pressure. She wouldn't get married during recess.
Kim: So Chase got stood up at the altar. How hard at such a young age!
Chase and Kim's conversation: next blog
"The boys have a new nickname for me."
Me: What would that be?
Ryan: Extra flat.
Pause. Then me: Is that referring to what I think it is referring to?
Ryan: My boobs.
She was mostly amused by this little title that she had recieved. So I kept the conversation in the same tone.
Me: Compared to who? (Her two best friends still look like they are in 5th grade. Real cute but small and far from puberty.)
Ryan: Deeanna.
Well, at least the boys had good eyesight and comparison skill. (Are these as valuable as say, bowhunting skills?) These are boys that I don't know at all. They are not in the neighborhood, they have never called the house and they keep threatening to show up to a soccer game but so far they are a no show. I LIKE THEM.
Then I get a phone call on my cell phone. It is Shalene, my friend and mother of a girl in Chase's fifth grade class.
Shalene: Kim, did you know that Chase got married at school today?
Kim: Nope, never got an invitation. What?!?
Shalene: I got at least 3 phone calls this morning from Savannah trying to get dressed for the day. She said that she had to wear blue and white to come to the wedding today at recess and she couldn't find her white shirt that she wanted to wear.
Kim: Married? (I felt like Jake Ryan in Sixteen Candles asking about Samantha to Long Duck Dong.)
Shalene: Yes, married. (With not much of an asian accent, unfortunately.) What did Chase wear this morning?
Kim: He wore all black.
Ryan, chortling: Like a tuxedo.
Kim: Who is he marrying? I don't even have a clue who it would be.
Shalene: I don't know. I am going to pick up the kids right now and I will see if I can get the low down. I am telling you this just because I hope that somebody will tell me if something this interesting happens to my children at school.
20 minutes later we are on the phone again.
Shalene: They didn't get married. Apparently the girl didn't know about it and wouldn't succumb to peer pressure. She wouldn't get married during recess.
Kim: So Chase got stood up at the altar. How hard at such a young age!
Chase and Kim's conversation: next blog
Thursday, May 25, 2006
A Boy and His Dog
Last night when I made the final mommy rounds to check on the sleeping children I found my 10 year old asleep under his bed with the puppy. Apparently the puppy has grown too big to sleep ON the bed with my son so my son found a compromise for the both of them. Between the two of them I could die an early death from high blood pressure but last night's sleepy snapshot was better than any moment of the American Idol 2 hour finale.
I made the mistake of letting this moment get to me so that I did not put Friday in his kennel for the night. How could I separate those two? Unfortunately at 2 am Friday got up and scared the spit out of me by deciding to drink from my toilet in my bathroom. I had NO idea what the noise was. Unfortunately I figured it out and GROSS! I hate that about dogs. YUCH!
He spent the rest of the night in his kennel.
I made the mistake of letting this moment get to me so that I did not put Friday in his kennel for the night. How could I separate those two? Unfortunately at 2 am Friday got up and scared the spit out of me by deciding to drink from my toilet in my bathroom. I had NO idea what the noise was. Unfortunately I figured it out and GROSS! I hate that about dogs. YUCH!
He spent the rest of the night in his kennel.
Friday, May 19, 2006
www.idon'tknow.com
Do you think that inaccessible and forbidden are the same thing? Or is there a difference? I am specifically talking about the internet access at this time but wondering if it probably doesn't apply to a lot of the things. Up until now we have not had the internet at our house. I know. Most of you are thinking that we live in the dark ages. I didn't but my family really did. I had access to the internet at work and actually could dial in remotely at home if I needed to. It was a dial up speed and so my kids didn't want to use it for any games or such even if they could have used it.
Obviously, they are getting older and the need and desire for the internet is getting stronger. They have friends who have access at their house and I know that is something that is going on when they are over at their houses. Duh. I am not stupid. Especially knowing how addicted I am to the internet. I am honestly amazed that my husband does not put up more of a fuss about not having that dandy little 21st century tool in our home.
So, the internet is not forbidden at our house. It is just not accessible. Is there a difference?
I know all about forbidden fruit and it's tempting qualities. I grew up in a very mormon home. There was a lot of emphasis on THE DON'Ts. They became secretive. They became a challenge. They became more than what they were in your mind. It was never the actual object, it was the fact that it is forbidden that makes it so irresistable. At least that was my experience.
So, now that I am not working and no longer have access to the internet for business purposes only I have convinced Bart that we need the internet at our house. And to make sure that there are not more forbidden things than need to be at our house the children must have access to it as well. We have had many conversations with computer techs and saavy IT guys trying to figure out what is the best way to keep our children safe with this incredible tool that we have at our fingertips. I mean, look at this cool page which makes a map of all the states (or countries) that you have been too. http://douweosinga.com/projects/visitedstates How fun!
Mostly I am just pissed that I have to worry about freaks and sickos trying to hang out with my pre teen children who are just interested in playing a game or building their own online journal page on a computer. And that also includes media outlets that use soft porn to get people to use their page. I am amazed at the filth that can be innocently found out there.
And so I bobble. Bobble, you know, go back and forth between getting the internet, not getting the internet in our home, letting my kids have complete access, not giving my children access unless I am sitting with them, moving to Nowhere, North Dakota and living on a farm that doesn't have electricity. Let me know if you have any other options.
Obviously, they are getting older and the need and desire for the internet is getting stronger. They have friends who have access at their house and I know that is something that is going on when they are over at their houses. Duh. I am not stupid. Especially knowing how addicted I am to the internet. I am honestly amazed that my husband does not put up more of a fuss about not having that dandy little 21st century tool in our home.
So, the internet is not forbidden at our house. It is just not accessible. Is there a difference?
I know all about forbidden fruit and it's tempting qualities. I grew up in a very mormon home. There was a lot of emphasis on THE DON'Ts. They became secretive. They became a challenge. They became more than what they were in your mind. It was never the actual object, it was the fact that it is forbidden that makes it so irresistable. At least that was my experience.
So, now that I am not working and no longer have access to the internet for business purposes only I have convinced Bart that we need the internet at our house. And to make sure that there are not more forbidden things than need to be at our house the children must have access to it as well. We have had many conversations with computer techs and saavy IT guys trying to figure out what is the best way to keep our children safe with this incredible tool that we have at our fingertips. I mean, look at this cool page which makes a map of all the states (or countries) that you have been too. http://douweosinga.com/projects/visitedstates How fun!
Mostly I am just pissed that I have to worry about freaks and sickos trying to hang out with my pre teen children who are just interested in playing a game or building their own online journal page on a computer. And that also includes media outlets that use soft porn to get people to use their page. I am amazed at the filth that can be innocently found out there.
And so I bobble. Bobble, you know, go back and forth between getting the internet, not getting the internet in our home, letting my kids have complete access, not giving my children access unless I am sitting with them, moving to Nowhere, North Dakota and living on a farm that doesn't have electricity. Let me know if you have any other options.
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Please please please enjoy the pictures of my newly created flower pots. Ryan and I created the flora masterpieces last Saturday. I have spent the whole week trying to figure out how to post the photos to my sidebar and I finally started working with Flickr. Thank you, Flickr!!! I was going crazy.
And for anybody who is looking to get a dog, 3 of the 7 flower pots have already been ravaged by the #$*! puppy.
I, for one am going to enjoy the pictures........and the dog may be sporting a shock collar by the end of the week.
And for anybody who is looking to get a dog, 3 of the 7 flower pots have already been ravaged by the #$*! puppy.
I, for one am going to enjoy the pictures........and the dog may be sporting a shock collar by the end of the week.
Friday, May 12, 2006
Oh, him!
I know that he is in Africa with Angelina. I know that he is currently getting ready to have a baby and probably spent the day looking through the Pottery Barn Kids catalogue for crib bedding. I know these things because you can't listen to the radio, go through a check out line in the grocery store or listen to a conversation between two women and not learn a little tidbit about the man.
It is a good thing that I know these things because otherwise I would SWEAR that Brad Pitt just played Soccer girls vs Parents today with us. And that he has been attending his daughter's soccer games all this past season with his blonde Utah native wife.
I know that he is not exceptionally popular at this time and I completely agree. I am sick, sick, sick of Brangelina, previously known as the husband of Jen. But OHMIGOSH! his Utah counterpart is SO dang swarthy and sexy I find myself wanting to watch Fight Club and Mr. and Mrs. Smith........or just having another soccer game.
It is a good thing that I know these things because otherwise I would SWEAR that Brad Pitt just played Soccer girls vs Parents today with us. And that he has been attending his daughter's soccer games all this past season with his blonde Utah native wife.
I know that he is not exceptionally popular at this time and I completely agree. I am sick, sick, sick of Brangelina, previously known as the husband of Jen. But OHMIGOSH! his Utah counterpart is SO dang swarthy and sexy I find myself wanting to watch Fight Club and Mr. and Mrs. Smith........or just having another soccer game.
Thursday, May 11, 2006
1 week. 7 days. That is all it took. I can’t believe that the plan was put to the test so quickly. I mean, the plan was good. It was a great plan. We had thought about it. It was a plan of action. A work that had vision, scope, depth. It was only for 152 days according to the interim insurance policy that we had to buy for the summer. I was to stay home. Take of the house. The kids. The dog. The neighborhood kids. Bart’s errands.
But then I answered the telephone. I have already had several USA TODAY calls here at home after the final day. I don’t have caller ID but today may have been a clincher. Who do I pay to get that amenity put back on my phone?? I picked up the phone and there was the local paper calling me in for a job interview. I mean, honestly, how nice is it to be wanted? Very nice. I was flattered that they had come after me when they heard I had quit USA TODAY. They bothered enough to find my home phone number and call me up. And quite honestly, between that flattery and being utterly flabbergasted I agreed to come in and talk over a few things with them. Besides, I could hear the pride in Bart’s voice when I told him. He equates most things with compliments from work contacts.
However, I really feel that unless it is some magical job where I don’t have to work and they will still pay me or it has to do with their in house day care system this is not the right thing for me to do. I know that you cannot simply take 5 months and put a house and a family in order and then go back to work and things will just keep running like clockwork. I don’t really expect to be able to see any external visible outcomes of my 5 months at home but I do think that it will produce positive effects in all our lives. I just know that having somebody at home that cares about you and what you are doing is a good thing. It is a hard thing for me as a mother sometimes but there are also precious moments that only come simply because you were there for them. Or you as a mother created them. I think mothers have a lot of control of what kind of moments a family has. I know mothers have a lot of control. My mother taught me that. And now being a mother, it simply rings true as an absolute truth. But it is an active job. It is not just the title that makes those moments.
I stayed home or just worked odd jobs until Chase was 3 years old. Ryan was 5. Bart was traveling quite a bit then so I was a single parent Monday through Friday. I remember a lot of frustration and I will admit that staying home was hard for me. I did not drink in every second of their little lives. I did not enjoy the present as it was then. But I do have a memory that I will cherish for the rest of my life. We lived in a cul de sac off of a dead end street. Although we lived right in town, the other side of the dead end street was probably 10-15acres of wilderness behind a cemetery. Every day we would walk over to “Fern Gully” and play in the creek, make teepees, explore, dig holes and throw rocks. I watched my kids try and climb their first trees. I held their hands while they hopped on rocks to get across the creek. I showed them bugs under a rock and then had to lift up every rock from that day forward. I saw them love nature and play like children without TV or toys with batteries. As I grow older, that memory becomes more and more significant to me. I love the fact that they remember that place as well and I marvel at the simple memories that they deemed important enough to hang onto as they grew older and the world became more logical and less magical. I didn’t have to create that world for them. They would have been just as happy to stay home and watch TV, play in the back yard or play dress up. They wouldn’t have known any better but as a mother I wanted something more for them. For us.
And I think that this summer I want something more for them. For us. Again.
But then I answered the telephone. I have already had several USA TODAY calls here at home after the final day. I don’t have caller ID but today may have been a clincher. Who do I pay to get that amenity put back on my phone?? I picked up the phone and there was the local paper calling me in for a job interview. I mean, honestly, how nice is it to be wanted? Very nice. I was flattered that they had come after me when they heard I had quit USA TODAY. They bothered enough to find my home phone number and call me up. And quite honestly, between that flattery and being utterly flabbergasted I agreed to come in and talk over a few things with them. Besides, I could hear the pride in Bart’s voice when I told him. He equates most things with compliments from work contacts.
However, I really feel that unless it is some magical job where I don’t have to work and they will still pay me or it has to do with their in house day care system this is not the right thing for me to do. I know that you cannot simply take 5 months and put a house and a family in order and then go back to work and things will just keep running like clockwork. I don’t really expect to be able to see any external visible outcomes of my 5 months at home but I do think that it will produce positive effects in all our lives. I just know that having somebody at home that cares about you and what you are doing is a good thing. It is a hard thing for me as a mother sometimes but there are also precious moments that only come simply because you were there for them. Or you as a mother created them. I think mothers have a lot of control of what kind of moments a family has. I know mothers have a lot of control. My mother taught me that. And now being a mother, it simply rings true as an absolute truth. But it is an active job. It is not just the title that makes those moments.
I stayed home or just worked odd jobs until Chase was 3 years old. Ryan was 5. Bart was traveling quite a bit then so I was a single parent Monday through Friday. I remember a lot of frustration and I will admit that staying home was hard for me. I did not drink in every second of their little lives. I did not enjoy the present as it was then. But I do have a memory that I will cherish for the rest of my life. We lived in a cul de sac off of a dead end street. Although we lived right in town, the other side of the dead end street was probably 10-15acres of wilderness behind a cemetery. Every day we would walk over to “Fern Gully” and play in the creek, make teepees, explore, dig holes and throw rocks. I watched my kids try and climb their first trees. I held their hands while they hopped on rocks to get across the creek. I showed them bugs under a rock and then had to lift up every rock from that day forward. I saw them love nature and play like children without TV or toys with batteries. As I grow older, that memory becomes more and more significant to me. I love the fact that they remember that place as well and I marvel at the simple memories that they deemed important enough to hang onto as they grew older and the world became more logical and less magical. I didn’t have to create that world for them. They would have been just as happy to stay home and watch TV, play in the back yard or play dress up. They wouldn’t have known any better but as a mother I wanted something more for them. For us.
And I think that this summer I want something more for them. For us. Again.
Typing, 23 calories Running, 264 calories
Will I jinx it if I write in here that I worked out twice yesturday? Probably because my will power has an OUT OF ORDER sign displayed out in front. When I take the baby to preschool every day I go to the gym around the corner and run or bike. Last night when I got home I wanted to take the whole family to the High School track and run. Instead it ended up being just Bart and I.
Ryan was doing homework that was due last month. I should be aggrieved that my daughter's school allows deadlines to become obsolete and a joke but this week I am happily working on April and March's assignments. Yes, you read right. She is failing Algebra, English and History. She just didn't turn assignments in. I looked at her entire grade repetoire and everything that she has turned in she was getting 90%-100%. BUT if you only turn in half the assignments, you end up with a 50% in the class. That, my dear child, is an F.
Chase and Cooper had a dinner engagement that they were committed to.
That left Bart and I. It was a beautiful night and running on the track was like running in the pillow shoes that Orlando Bloom designed in Elizabethtown. I love the music in my ipod. I am such a good mixer!
Ryan was doing homework that was due last month. I should be aggrieved that my daughter's school allows deadlines to become obsolete and a joke but this week I am happily working on April and March's assignments. Yes, you read right. She is failing Algebra, English and History. She just didn't turn assignments in. I looked at her entire grade repetoire and everything that she has turned in she was getting 90%-100%. BUT if you only turn in half the assignments, you end up with a 50% in the class. That, my dear child, is an F.
Chase and Cooper had a dinner engagement that they were committed to.
That left Bart and I. It was a beautiful night and running on the track was like running in the pillow shoes that Orlando Bloom designed in Elizabethtown. I love the music in my ipod. I am such a good mixer!
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
A New Life
Welcome to the crooked trail! Again. Only it is a new trail. (Still just as crooked.) I have officially been out of work now for 6 days now. I am a stay at home mom. Over the past 6 “idyllic” day I have learned that my oldest child is failing 7th grade. My littlest child thinks that he should get a treat at every store that we go in. That my whole family has a spending problem. We went to the movies to see MI3 on Monday night and my kids were disgusted that we were not going to buy any movie treats. The movie wasn’t worth seeing without popcorn. My littlest had a little tantrum but the other two were not far behind. My puppy has an uncontrollable chewing habit that he may or may not survive. I have lost 3 bras to his problem and whether we have money or not, I will not sacrifice in this area. I can see that I have some serious mommy work cut out for me these next 4 or 5 months.
Monday, May 01, 2006
Pictures forthcoming
I thought that my new lackadaisical lifestyle needed a few new additions so I could truly live it up to the fullest.
I got a new calling at church. One that is even EASIER than the one that I had. I don’t even have any responsibilities on Sunday anymore. Hopefully I will still make it to church after this release.
I got a new prescription of Lexapro with a bigger dosage. I do feel as though those little pills have been doing a good job. Anxiety is not causing panic attacks which I fully expected when quitting the job. Bart calls me every day and says, “How is your last Monday of work?” And I should be excited and happy. But I am not. I know quitting is the right thing to do but I am simply holding the anxiety back. I am not engaging in happiness and giggles. Maybe on Friday –the first day I am actually home and I don’t have to answer the USA TODAY phone. We will see.
I got a new pair of shoes. A pair that is a little out of my normal routine. I am usually a little less frivolous than this when it comes to buying apparel for myself but I LOVE THEM. Yes, they are flip flops and yes, I hate things between my toes but there is that cute little strappy thing in the middle of my foot that helps to keep it on so the toe has less pressure to deal with. Sharing the load. I am all for that concept. And they actually have a chunky heel so I will be a bit taller when I walk around this summer. I still adore my cowboy boots which Toby Keith got me into. I have two pairs now and wear them almost every day in the winter time. However, in the summer they are just too flippin hot.
I got a new car. Now before everyone flips out about that purchase let me say it is a used vehicle. It is a 2005 Ford Explorer with a 3rd seat. I have loved my Jeep Liberty as a single woman. However, as a soccer mom, a married to a 6 foot 2 inch tall man wife and a family trip participant I have not loved my car. It is too small. Headroom, back seat room, storage space is pretty much nonexistent for a family of 5 + a dog. So, I traded my car in for something a bit more larger. I know that is backassward at the moment with gas prices like they are but I felt really strongly that I needed to be able to put my children and their friends in the car this summer. And after this summer, no matter what happens with my and my employment status, our family is only growing….at least taller and larger. I must divulge at this point that my uterus has been doing a little girl…..or boy dance for several months now especially when I look into strollers as Friday-the new puppy- and I walk the neighborhoods everyday. It is not made better when I stop by my friend’s house and as soon as her 1 year old sees me and the dog he goes running for his stroller and I take him along and pretend he is MY baby and not my next door neighbor. But, alas, the only ONLY growing will be taller and larger as Bart has made sure there will be no little babies coming my way. (“But I am welcome to try all I want” say Bart lovingly)
I got a new countdown. After Thursday there will no longer be a countdown for days here on the job. So I had to come up with a new one. May 31st is the day that the outdoor pool opens. Again, a day that is exciting AND filled with panic. That means that I have exactly 30 days to exercise and feel secure enough to go out publicly in my bathing suit. I went to the gym 4 times last week. This weekend I also ate two dinners after 8 pm at night. I think that cancels the gym out completely. Maybe the Dairy Queen last night puts me -1 now. Suck!
I got a new calling at church. One that is even EASIER than the one that I had. I don’t even have any responsibilities on Sunday anymore. Hopefully I will still make it to church after this release.
I got a new prescription of Lexapro with a bigger dosage. I do feel as though those little pills have been doing a good job. Anxiety is not causing panic attacks which I fully expected when quitting the job. Bart calls me every day and says, “How is your last Monday of work?” And I should be excited and happy. But I am not. I know quitting is the right thing to do but I am simply holding the anxiety back. I am not engaging in happiness and giggles. Maybe on Friday –the first day I am actually home and I don’t have to answer the USA TODAY phone. We will see.
I got a new pair of shoes. A pair that is a little out of my normal routine. I am usually a little less frivolous than this when it comes to buying apparel for myself but I LOVE THEM. Yes, they are flip flops and yes, I hate things between my toes but there is that cute little strappy thing in the middle of my foot that helps to keep it on so the toe has less pressure to deal with. Sharing the load. I am all for that concept. And they actually have a chunky heel so I will be a bit taller when I walk around this summer. I still adore my cowboy boots which Toby Keith got me into. I have two pairs now and wear them almost every day in the winter time. However, in the summer they are just too flippin hot.
I got a new car. Now before everyone flips out about that purchase let me say it is a used vehicle. It is a 2005 Ford Explorer with a 3rd seat. I have loved my Jeep Liberty as a single woman. However, as a soccer mom, a married to a 6 foot 2 inch tall man wife and a family trip participant I have not loved my car. It is too small. Headroom, back seat room, storage space is pretty much nonexistent for a family of 5 + a dog. So, I traded my car in for something a bit more larger. I know that is backassward at the moment with gas prices like they are but I felt really strongly that I needed to be able to put my children and their friends in the car this summer. And after this summer, no matter what happens with my and my employment status, our family is only growing….at least taller and larger. I must divulge at this point that my uterus has been doing a little girl…..or boy dance for several months now especially when I look into strollers as Friday-the new puppy- and I walk the neighborhoods everyday. It is not made better when I stop by my friend’s house and as soon as her 1 year old sees me and the dog he goes running for his stroller and I take him along and pretend he is MY baby and not my next door neighbor. But, alas, the only ONLY growing will be taller and larger as Bart has made sure there will be no little babies coming my way. (“But I am welcome to try all I want” say Bart lovingly)
I got a new countdown. After Thursday there will no longer be a countdown for days here on the job. So I had to come up with a new one. May 31st is the day that the outdoor pool opens. Again, a day that is exciting AND filled with panic. That means that I have exactly 30 days to exercise and feel secure enough to go out publicly in my bathing suit. I went to the gym 4 times last week. This weekend I also ate two dinners after 8 pm at night. I think that cancels the gym out completely. Maybe the Dairy Queen last night puts me -1 now. Suck!
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