I'm sorry I haven't been post much lately or as frequently. Nothing really is happening though, so no major life changes so far except for the fact that I got a new phone but I know ya'll don't want to really hear about that. ;)
Oh and besides the fact that we're having an extremely harsh winter so far this season.. Tonight we're supposed to get dumped on (and by dumped on, I mean 4 inches--that's a big deal here apparently).
Okay, gotta get to bed. I have a sub job tomorrow that requires me to actually wake up tomorrow--haha! Imagine that. Anyway, it's also a travelling job (itinerant schedule=commuting from one school to the other to finish up the job). This is for German--it's actually the job I interviewed for 2 springs ago but didn't get. I'll get to see how horrible that teacher's life is by not having a prep or regular lunch time. Personally, I would hate it. I'm not organized enough to go between 2 different places. I'd leave stuff behind all the time probably. Anywho, we'll see what it's like tomorrow if we don't have a snow day. What's gonna make it interesting is the snowy commute...
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Monday, November 22, 2010
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Struggling
Wow, that last post was a doozy. Sorry about it being so emotional but it was nice to sit back and think about the memories of childhood with Chris. :)
What I'm struggling with right now is my goal for weight loss. You remember I had said that I wanted to lose around 15 pounds or so by the Christmas holidays...well, it was going really well for the first few weeks of my goal plan. Then these last couple of weeks, it's come to a screeching halt. Maybe it's been stress, maybe something else. I'm thinking that this week is because (excuse the too much info) of it's the week before the monthly. A lot of women tend to eat more about this time because they just crave stuff. My weakness this week? Trail mix with peanuts, almonds and chocolate candy pieces--sweet and salty. Ugh. I feel like crap. The last week, I don't know what my excuse was. Just eating. Anyway, my weight loss has become a small gain. Maybe around 3-5 pounds, which is what I had already lost. I HATE THAT!!!! It's not like I've been slacking on exercising either though. Zumba is 3-4x a week and I do the new class, PiYo on Mondays (upbeat mix of pilates and yoga--really fun). Didn't have that class this week though due to the teacher being out of town. :( Can I blame her for my gain this week? Probably not. It's my own fault. Anyway, this is my chance to get back on the horse this week. No school means no temptations in the faculty rooms. :) Yesterday, there was pumpkin cake with cream cheese icing...oh man. 2 squares gone--guilty party? Me. But it's back on the horse this week. No specialty items for me. I know you're saying, "But it's Thanksgiving.." Well, I have control of all the food this week (that's the one good thing about not traveling for the holiday). The only unhealthy thing we plan on having is the fried turkey--I'll just peel the skin off of mine and that should help. I was maybe thinking about making pumpkin ice cream and maybe I still will but I'll make it with healthier ingredients maybe. :) Low fat pumpkin ice cream. Should be good. Maybe a Weightwatchers dessert recipe, which they tend to have some really good ones!
Alright. There ya go. That's the deal. I'll check back in later.
ps. The good thing is, even though my weight seems to be going up slightly, I think I've lost a lot of fat inches lately. Or at least I feel like I have anyway.
What I'm struggling with right now is my goal for weight loss. You remember I had said that I wanted to lose around 15 pounds or so by the Christmas holidays...well, it was going really well for the first few weeks of my goal plan. Then these last couple of weeks, it's come to a screeching halt. Maybe it's been stress, maybe something else. I'm thinking that this week is because (excuse the too much info) of it's the week before the monthly. A lot of women tend to eat more about this time because they just crave stuff. My weakness this week? Trail mix with peanuts, almonds and chocolate candy pieces--sweet and salty. Ugh. I feel like crap. The last week, I don't know what my excuse was. Just eating. Anyway, my weight loss has become a small gain. Maybe around 3-5 pounds, which is what I had already lost. I HATE THAT!!!! It's not like I've been slacking on exercising either though. Zumba is 3-4x a week and I do the new class, PiYo on Mondays (upbeat mix of pilates and yoga--really fun). Didn't have that class this week though due to the teacher being out of town. :( Can I blame her for my gain this week? Probably not. It's my own fault. Anyway, this is my chance to get back on the horse this week. No school means no temptations in the faculty rooms. :) Yesterday, there was pumpkin cake with cream cheese icing...oh man. 2 squares gone--guilty party? Me. But it's back on the horse this week. No specialty items for me. I know you're saying, "But it's Thanksgiving.." Well, I have control of all the food this week (that's the one good thing about not traveling for the holiday). The only unhealthy thing we plan on having is the fried turkey--I'll just peel the skin off of mine and that should help. I was maybe thinking about making pumpkin ice cream and maybe I still will but I'll make it with healthier ingredients maybe. :) Low fat pumpkin ice cream. Should be good. Maybe a Weightwatchers dessert recipe, which they tend to have some really good ones!
Alright. There ya go. That's the deal. I'll check back in later.
ps. The good thing is, even though my weight seems to be going up slightly, I think I've lost a lot of fat inches lately. Or at least I feel like I have anyway.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
As I'm wiping tears away from my eyes...
I said goodbye to Chris for the next 7 months on the phone. As I'm wiping tears, I'm thinking of all the fun childhood memories we have shared.
*washing his hair with bubble solution
*putting girl panties on him and a fake long, blonde hair piece with a big pink bow and him running down the hall (this was just last month...just kidding! more like when he was probably 3 or 4).
*our babysitter, Cheryl, putting my hair in pigtails and him getting jealous that she was doing my hair and so she put his little blonde curls in one little pigtail and called him Chrissy.
*giving our cats, Peaches and Sprinkles, birthday parties consisting of little cups of cat food and/or treats.
*bouncing on one of the air mattresses that Grandma and Grandpa used to sleep on when they stayed at the house--by bouncing, I mean me falling on the mattress while Chris is on the other end and when I fall, it catapults Chris up in the air, over between the chairs that used to be next to the window in the bonus room.
*the home video of me and Chris playing with play dough with Grandma Brown and him sneezing one of his snot bubble sneezes into the yellow dough.
*not a pleasant memory but the time when I accidentally left him at the middle school after my band practice was over...I still think about that time and feel extremely remorseful for my foolish teenage ways.
*staying late at night at the florist with our sleeping bags watching old sitcoms on the black and white radio tv and making box forts. We also slept in the boxes.
*the many screaming fights we had and mom yelling, "DON'T MAKE ME COME UP THERE!!!"
*Screaming laughter and wrestling that took place many times in the bonus room.
*playing war/guns/legos with our next door neighbors.
*jumping on the trampoline.
*Chris's zipline.
*Chris shooting a squirrel by accident with an arrow.
*making vomit burp sounds at Nana's.
*Chris's rubbery dance moves.
Those are just a few for now. I'm sure I'll think of more later. I just hope my little brother is kept safe over there in that other world. We need him to come back safe and sound. I need my baby brother to come back. I want him to have a happy, long life after this commitment he's made. The people of the United States truly appreciate the sacrifices these Marines (as well as other servicemen and women) will be making. People here can complain all they want about their "lack of freedom" but it's only here in the US that we can feel safe and feel free from torture/punishment for voicing our opinions. Without our military, who knows where we'd be. Probably we'd be in the same place as those poor civilians over there in Aghanistan/Iraq/Iran/Pakistan...etc.. We are extremely lucky. I am extremely lucky to have a brother who is willing to do this for our family and for the people in this country. I'm proud. But at the same time, a bit selfish when I say that I wish he didn't have to do this but it's something he wants to do and who am I to stand in his way? All I am is an older sister who wants her little brother safe at all costs.
I love you, Lance Corporal Christopher Brown. Come back to us in seven months--burps and vomit sounds, included.
*washing his hair with bubble solution
*putting girl panties on him and a fake long, blonde hair piece with a big pink bow and him running down the hall (this was just last month...just kidding! more like when he was probably 3 or 4).
*our babysitter, Cheryl, putting my hair in pigtails and him getting jealous that she was doing my hair and so she put his little blonde curls in one little pigtail and called him Chrissy.
*giving our cats, Peaches and Sprinkles, birthday parties consisting of little cups of cat food and/or treats.
*bouncing on one of the air mattresses that Grandma and Grandpa used to sleep on when they stayed at the house--by bouncing, I mean me falling on the mattress while Chris is on the other end and when I fall, it catapults Chris up in the air, over between the chairs that used to be next to the window in the bonus room.
*the home video of me and Chris playing with play dough with Grandma Brown and him sneezing one of his snot bubble sneezes into the yellow dough.
*not a pleasant memory but the time when I accidentally left him at the middle school after my band practice was over...I still think about that time and feel extremely remorseful for my foolish teenage ways.
*staying late at night at the florist with our sleeping bags watching old sitcoms on the black and white radio tv and making box forts. We also slept in the boxes.
*the many screaming fights we had and mom yelling, "DON'T MAKE ME COME UP THERE!!!"
*Screaming laughter and wrestling that took place many times in the bonus room.
*playing war/guns/legos with our next door neighbors.
*jumping on the trampoline.
*Chris's zipline.
*Chris shooting a squirrel by accident with an arrow.
*making vomit burp sounds at Nana's.
*Chris's rubbery dance moves.
Those are just a few for now. I'm sure I'll think of more later. I just hope my little brother is kept safe over there in that other world. We need him to come back safe and sound. I need my baby brother to come back. I want him to have a happy, long life after this commitment he's made. The people of the United States truly appreciate the sacrifices these Marines (as well as other servicemen and women) will be making. People here can complain all they want about their "lack of freedom" but it's only here in the US that we can feel safe and feel free from torture/punishment for voicing our opinions. Without our military, who knows where we'd be. Probably we'd be in the same place as those poor civilians over there in Aghanistan/Iraq/Iran/Pakistan...etc.. We are extremely lucky. I am extremely lucky to have a brother who is willing to do this for our family and for the people in this country. I'm proud. But at the same time, a bit selfish when I say that I wish he didn't have to do this but it's something he wants to do and who am I to stand in his way? All I am is an older sister who wants her little brother safe at all costs.
I love you, Lance Corporal Christopher Brown. Come back to us in seven months--burps and vomit sounds, included.
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