I caved. I went back to facebook a day early. Picture it. Saturday morning, lying in bed, alone. The man is off to work. Again. What am I going to do today with all these kids, I thought to myself.
Then it came to me! I will go back to facebook a day early and kill the whole day catching up and the kids can....... the kids can..... the kids can........
I still have to figure that one out I guess.
This is what I learned from a facebook free month:
Nothing. I learned nothing. Okay, that's not true. I did that learn that when I'm not on facebook I'm not scrubbing toilets or baseboards. I'm not renovating every free minute. I'm not dreaming up amazing lists that involve shopping for groceries that will make meals that are are loved by everyone. I learned that I am no better or no worse because of facebook. What a relief.
I learned that I read more. I read 6 novels this month.
All the important things still got done. They got done last month too, only this month they got done with more time to do them. Who needs more time to unload the dishwasher or make the bed? Those chores stink when you have 3 minutes to do them. They stink even more when you have 5 minutes to do them.
I learned what I wanted to know. And that is, I am a good stay at home mom whether I'm on facebook or not so I'm back on baby!
A day early.
Now the skinny.
April 25 60 min, treadmill walk/run. 4.31 miles
April 28 50 min, treadmill, walk/run, 3.35 miles
April 29 50 min elliptical, 10 miles
April 30 61.44 min treadmill 4.25 miles
Tomorrow I will reveal May's goal. It's a doozey. So grab a pepsi and settle in.
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
lugubrious
I learned a new word this week while reading one of the worst books I've ever willingly subjected myself to. Margaret Atwood's The Year of the Flood. What is wrong with that woman? She is so weird she is starting to really irritate me. Maybe she should retire.
I hope she doesn't read my blog.
Did you know that the word lugubrious means looking or sounding sad and dismal? Why would anyone use such a big word to describe sad? And the word dismal means depressing and dreary, which I already knew. So as I type this the world around me is dismal. But can it be lugubrious as well? Can the weather be that? Or just a person? How about a donkey?
Was Eyeore lugubrious? Or was he just depressed? Or dismal? I'm so confused.
My kids are home today and they've already been yelled at. It's 10:30 am. They are looking lugubrious. Was that redundant? Can you look lugubrious? Or does being lugubrious already imply the look part? Again, confused.
The phone rang and we couldn't find it. When I asked "where is the phone? And why am I the only one looking for it?" One of the lovelies responded with "we thought it was a rhetorical question."
How do they know what rhetorical means?
I recorded the Royal Wedding. I am slightly fascinated by this stuff. It has a whole train wreck quality that I, being a stay at home mom, am deeply attracted to. I would love to sit with sweet pretty Kate/Catherine or whatever her name is and ask her some questions. The first and most important being "Why on earth would you do this to yourself?" And "You remember Princess Di, right?"
As much of a gong show I think the royal family is, I just can't look away.
I realize that being married is an important facade that royalty deems appropriate for all their future throne-ies but why is it so hard for them to be married happily? The Queen has been married for eons but she's like the only one left. The rest of them are miserable at being married and they have nasty mean divorces.
Is there a word that describes being happily married for more than 5 minutes and also being royal?
I guess only time will tell.
I hope she doesn't read my blog.
Did you know that the word lugubrious means looking or sounding sad and dismal? Why would anyone use such a big word to describe sad? And the word dismal means depressing and dreary, which I already knew. So as I type this the world around me is dismal. But can it be lugubrious as well? Can the weather be that? Or just a person? How about a donkey?
Was Eyeore lugubrious? Or was he just depressed? Or dismal? I'm so confused.
My kids are home today and they've already been yelled at. It's 10:30 am. They are looking lugubrious. Was that redundant? Can you look lugubrious? Or does being lugubrious already imply the look part? Again, confused.
The phone rang and we couldn't find it. When I asked "where is the phone? And why am I the only one looking for it?" One of the lovelies responded with "we thought it was a rhetorical question."
How do they know what rhetorical means?
I recorded the Royal Wedding. I am slightly fascinated by this stuff. It has a whole train wreck quality that I, being a stay at home mom, am deeply attracted to. I would love to sit with sweet pretty Kate/Catherine or whatever her name is and ask her some questions. The first and most important being "Why on earth would you do this to yourself?" And "You remember Princess Di, right?"
As much of a gong show I think the royal family is, I just can't look away.
I realize that being married is an important facade that royalty deems appropriate for all their future throne-ies but why is it so hard for them to be married happily? The Queen has been married for eons but she's like the only one left. The rest of them are miserable at being married and they have nasty mean divorces.
Is there a word that describes being happily married for more than 5 minutes and also being royal?
I guess only time will tell.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
cranky catherine
Last night I got a text at 3:30 in the morning. It was from Telus. They wanted me to know that I could upgrade my phone for free. Clearly, it was important that I have this information so they sent it to me asap which happened to be at 3:30 am.
At 4:30 am when I was still lying in my bed, down right p****d off that I was awake, I decided to text them back knowing perfectly well that no one was going to receive it and if they did no one was going to give a rats @$$. I did it anyway. I am not rational at that hour.
At 5:30 in the morning I decided to get up and watch some House Hunters but before I did I thought I'd give sleep one more shot because, after all, I was TIRED!
I dozed off and dreamt about Angi Gerrie making the yummiest dip that had the perfect amount of spice in it. A dip that was to be eaten with corn tortilla chips. For obvious reasons.
The man got up at 6:30. I don't know why. The birds weren't even pecking. Do you think I have finally beat them at their own game? It probably doesn't make any difference to the house buying world that my house now looks like this.....
In case you are wondering, those are the lids off cans of black beans and chick peas and other sundry canned goods. The lids are covering up holes that have been completely pecked through in the cedar siding. Doesn't everyone want to live in a house that has so obvious a bird pecking problem?
Geez Louise.
I practically live in a can of black beans. How ironic. Or maybe it's not.
After the birds finally figured out that I wasn't about to let them nest in my house they stopped pecking. I thought they were gone but then new birds started the pecking around the side of the house. The man bought a gun. Of the bb variety. It has terrible aim and hit everything we shot at except the flipping birds. So I started covering those holes too. I only had to cover two. All day yesterday and this morning there has been no pecking.
Could it be?
I doubt it, but what baffles me the most is that there are no useful, handy, inexpensive remedies for this particular problem I am having. It is going to cost me $200 to buy what I need to remedy the problem for good. Which I will have to buy off the internet and then wait for it to come. This is not convenient. Not to mention all the boards we have to replace and paint again.
We already did that.
I hate Willacy. Finally, my love for this house has been quashed by my disdain for the problems this house is giving my head and butt and side.
Oh, did I mention that the roof HAS to be repaired in its entirety as well? If the man does it himself it will only cost us $4000.
Sure no problem. Let me write you a check.
I hate Willacy. And now, or at least as of 3:30 this morning, I remembered how much I hate Telus as well.
And I have PMS, which I hate. Telus obviously didn't get the memo. It wasn't so bad this month but today will be interesting since tired and PMS don't really go well together around here. I can't wait to be done with them forever more.
Telus that is. And PMS for that matter.
At 4:30 am when I was still lying in my bed, down right p****d off that I was awake, I decided to text them back knowing perfectly well that no one was going to receive it and if they did no one was going to give a rats @$$. I did it anyway. I am not rational at that hour.
At 5:30 in the morning I decided to get up and watch some House Hunters but before I did I thought I'd give sleep one more shot because, after all, I was TIRED!
I dozed off and dreamt about Angi Gerrie making the yummiest dip that had the perfect amount of spice in it. A dip that was to be eaten with corn tortilla chips. For obvious reasons.
The man got up at 6:30. I don't know why. The birds weren't even pecking. Do you think I have finally beat them at their own game? It probably doesn't make any difference to the house buying world that my house now looks like this.....
In case you are wondering, those are the lids off cans of black beans and chick peas and other sundry canned goods. The lids are covering up holes that have been completely pecked through in the cedar siding. Doesn't everyone want to live in a house that has so obvious a bird pecking problem?
Geez Louise.
I practically live in a can of black beans. How ironic. Or maybe it's not.
After the birds finally figured out that I wasn't about to let them nest in my house they stopped pecking. I thought they were gone but then new birds started the pecking around the side of the house. The man bought a gun. Of the bb variety. It has terrible aim and hit everything we shot at except the flipping birds. So I started covering those holes too. I only had to cover two. All day yesterday and this morning there has been no pecking.
Could it be?
I doubt it, but what baffles me the most is that there are no useful, handy, inexpensive remedies for this particular problem I am having. It is going to cost me $200 to buy what I need to remedy the problem for good. Which I will have to buy off the internet and then wait for it to come. This is not convenient. Not to mention all the boards we have to replace and paint again.
We already did that.
I hate Willacy. Finally, my love for this house has been quashed by my disdain for the problems this house is giving my head and butt and side.
Oh, did I mention that the roof HAS to be repaired in its entirety as well? If the man does it himself it will only cost us $4000.
Sure no problem. Let me write you a check.
I hate Willacy. And now, or at least as of 3:30 this morning, I remembered how much I hate Telus as well.
And I have PMS, which I hate. Telus obviously didn't get the memo. It wasn't so bad this month but today will be interesting since tired and PMS don't really go well together around here. I can't wait to be done with them forever more.
Telus that is. And PMS for that matter.
Monday, April 25, 2011
the forgotten skinny
I just realized that I forgot my skinny from last week. I guess I'll add it to this week since I know you are all on the edge of your seats to see how much I worked out last week. And this week. It's awesome.... I know.
I've decided not to post mileage anymore. My desire for big numbers is pulling me away from my goal, which is to run. You can go really far on the elliptical and not so much on the treadmill even though they both make you drip sweat from your noses to your toeses.
Sweat actually does drip from my nose. And, I actually love that.
I think I'll just focus on the fact that I am working out and not worry so much about how far I've gone since when all is said and done I am still standing in my basement at the end of every workout.
April 11 treadmill, 63 min, 4.25 miles
April 12 elliptical, 60 min, 12.56 miles.... see what I mean??
April 15 elliptical, 60 min, 11.44 miles
April 18 elliptical, 35 min 7.81 miles
April 19 treadmill, 62 min, 4.25 miles
April 21 treadmill, 64 min, 4.25 miles
April 22 elliptical, 32 min, 6.30 miles
I really want to be working out 5 times a week but it hasn't been so lately. This week I feel a cardio party coming on. Except, I can feel procrastination kicking in already today.
Must. Go. Workout.
Also, 6 nights until the highly anticipated facebook return!
I've decided not to post mileage anymore. My desire for big numbers is pulling me away from my goal, which is to run. You can go really far on the elliptical and not so much on the treadmill even though they both make you drip sweat from your noses to your toeses.
Sweat actually does drip from my nose. And, I actually love that.
I think I'll just focus on the fact that I am working out and not worry so much about how far I've gone since when all is said and done I am still standing in my basement at the end of every workout.
April 11 treadmill, 63 min, 4.25 miles
April 12 elliptical, 60 min, 12.56 miles.... see what I mean??
April 15 elliptical, 60 min, 11.44 miles
April 18 elliptical, 35 min 7.81 miles
April 19 treadmill, 62 min, 4.25 miles
April 21 treadmill, 64 min, 4.25 miles
April 22 elliptical, 32 min, 6.30 miles
I really want to be working out 5 times a week but it hasn't been so lately. This week I feel a cardio party coming on. Except, I can feel procrastination kicking in already today.
Must. Go. Workout.
Also, 6 nights until the highly anticipated facebook return!
Saturday, April 23, 2011
a lesson for the little one
Daddy: "What is the most important thing about Easter?"
Amelia: "The Easter Bunny comes!"
Daddy: "Yes, that's really fun but what is even more important than the Easter Bunny?"
Amelia: "Caaaaanndeeeee."
This is how we began our ever so important traditional Easter Family Home Evening lesson last week. All the other children knew the right answers. There's only one left who still thinks the Easter bunny trumps the resurrection. It's okay though, we took the opportunity and taught her all about how much her Saviour loves her. We told her He loves her so much that He died for her.
But then, we taught her that He lives again and that one day she will live with Him again too.
We taught her that we don't celebrate the death of our Saviour at Easter. We celebrate that He rose up after He was crucified and that He lives again. We celebrate the resurrection. We taught her that this same opportunity will be hers one day.
This is where our joy lies. This is where we find our peace in a scary world. This is what we know.
Easter is such a fun time at our house. Children are happy with treats and spending time together. Parents are happy that there are so many opportunities to teach about Jesus Christ. It's a win-win.
I am grateful for my Saviour, Jesus Christ.
Happy Easter.
Amelia: "The Easter Bunny comes!"
Daddy: "Yes, that's really fun but what is even more important than the Easter Bunny?"
Amelia: "Caaaaanndeeeee."
This is how we began our ever so important traditional Easter Family Home Evening lesson last week. All the other children knew the right answers. There's only one left who still thinks the Easter bunny trumps the resurrection. It's okay though, we took the opportunity and taught her all about how much her Saviour loves her. We told her He loves her so much that He died for her.
But then, we taught her that He lives again and that one day she will live with Him again too.
We taught her that we don't celebrate the death of our Saviour at Easter. We celebrate that He rose up after He was crucified and that He lives again. We celebrate the resurrection. We taught her that this same opportunity will be hers one day.
This is where our joy lies. This is where we find our peace in a scary world. This is what we know.
Easter is such a fun time at our house. Children are happy with treats and spending time together. Parents are happy that there are so many opportunities to teach about Jesus Christ. It's a win-win.
I am grateful for my Saviour, Jesus Christ.
Happy Easter.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
the results are in.....
My bloggy birthday was last Thursday but for some reason blogger posted it as Wednesday. I just noticed this right now. Weird, I know. Whatever.
We have drawn names from a hat. Amelia thought that might be the "most funnest" way to do it.
I will admit, when it was over and done with my heart sank a bit. I wanted everyone to win. Although I am thrilled for the winners I am bummed for the rest of you. I should have had some ribbons made up.
"Thanks for coming out!"
Here are the final results:
The movie pass goes to......... Angi Gerrie. Congrats chickie. Let me know if you want Cineplex or Empire. And if Kyle wants to be a pooper about date night I am always available!
The cook book goes to.........Heather Williamson. Congrats. I will get it to you before you skip town.
And finally.........the Chapters gift card goes to......... Sami. Congrats. Email me your mailing address Sami and I'll pop it in the mail for you.
Chin up everyone else. There's always next year.
We have drawn names from a hat. Amelia thought that might be the "most funnest" way to do it.
I will admit, when it was over and done with my heart sank a bit. I wanted everyone to win. Although I am thrilled for the winners I am bummed for the rest of you. I should have had some ribbons made up.
"Thanks for coming out!"
Here are the final results:
The movie pass goes to......... Angi Gerrie. Congrats chickie. Let me know if you want Cineplex or Empire. And if Kyle wants to be a pooper about date night I am always available!
The cook book goes to.........Heather Williamson. Congrats. I will get it to you before you skip town.
And finally.........the Chapters gift card goes to......... Sami. Congrats. Email me your mailing address Sami and I'll pop it in the mail for you.
Chin up everyone else. There's always next year.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
thinking in first person
Catherine Dabels isn't feeling all that hot and she really really really doesn't want to go to cubs tonight.
If I was on facebook this would be my status right now.
Or maybe it would be:
Catherine Dabels made a hodge podge meal from the freezer and the kids weren't fans.
Or, how about:
Catherine Dabels should have had a shower many many hours ago.
Or:
Catherine Dabels would love to curl up in her cozy wozy bed and finish her book so she can finish finishing her other book.
Catherine Dabels wonders how many months it would take to stop thinking in facebook status'.
Tonight's the last night to enter the giveaway for tomorrow we draw names. Last chance.
If I was on facebook this would be my status right now.
Or maybe it would be:
Catherine Dabels made a hodge podge meal from the freezer and the kids weren't fans.
Or, how about:
Catherine Dabels should have had a shower many many hours ago.
Or:
Catherine Dabels would love to curl up in her cozy wozy bed and finish her book so she can finish finishing her other book.
Catherine Dabels wonders how many months it would take to stop thinking in facebook status'.
Tonight's the last night to enter the giveaway for tomorrow we draw names. Last chance.
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