that is SO attractive to little girls? I purposely didn't expose my daughter to them because, like everything else Disney, I find it annoying how it is SO mass marketed. I didn't hide them or anything, we did get her a baby Belle doll for Christmas last year, but back then to her it was just a baby, and still is for that matter. I figured she'd find out about them soon enough, I didn't want to speed up what was inevitable.
But then the Target near me stopped selling the chlorine free diapers I had been putting on her at night and I didn't have any other reason to use the gas to drive out to the one that did. Deciding that she still pees too dang much to return to using cloth diapers at night, I bought a package of disposable nighttime pullups. I didn't even bat an eyelash at the fact that they had said princesses on them.
That is, until K noticed the pretty girls that were on the front. And I, not realizing the consequences of my actions, named the princesses for her.
That was it...the end of her princess innocence. She is now steadily building a new obsession with "Ariel" as she calls all of them. Every time she sees any of them, Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Ariel, or Tinkerbell we hear about it. (She doesn't care too much about Belle or Jasmine, go figure.)
Is it some sort of brain washing? Voodoo? Animated crack? How does a child go from not knowing anything at all about them to freaking out everytime she sees them? At least her Diego and Dora obsession took a little while to kick in, she'd seen them many times before it finally took hold.
There's no use fighting it I suppose. And I must admit I get a kick out of hearing her say "Booty" (that's Sleeping Beauty for those who don't speak toddler.)
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Monday, October 20, 2008
Why my hair is long...
So my friend Tina made a comment on my last post regarding how I make goals and work towards them. I only wish that were true!
The truth is...I do make goals, I make lots of them, but I rarely ever reach them. I'll be all gung ho for a short time and then I get bored or discouraged or too busy or whatever other random excuse I have and things fizzle out.
If you've known me for any length of time you will have known me to have pretty much the same hairstyle that varies in length from my shoulders to a few inches past. Sometimes bangs, sometimes not, but always about the same length. Boring? Yes. But I'm a freak about my hair ok, for many reasons...but that really isn't the point right now so I won't go into it.
My whole life I wanted to grow my hair really long. Well, that's not true, my hair WAS really long, when I was like 5. And then all I wanted was it cut off, my mom didn't want me to do it, she made my aunt take me into to the salon, she cried, it was all very traumatic for her and liberating for me. (My hair is very thick and when she'd comb it it was hard to get through all the tangles and she'd pull it and I'd scream and it was just horrible, I hated it.)
Anyway, back on topic... I have always tried growing my hair and just got so sick of it in that in-between stage that I'd chop it all off again. Never could I get remotely close to my hair growing goal because it annoyed me so much.
Well, I decided a while back that THIS time was going to be different. I didn't care how much I hated it I was going to grow it as long as I wanted, and if I still hated it when it got there THEN I could chop it off...but I WAS going to make it. I have been tempted many, many times to cut it. It has annoyed me immensely quite often. I've complained to C about it so often I'm sure he's sick of hearing about my hair. He's probably just sick of my hair in general because there's just SO much of it.
Now as much as I've really wanted to chop it off I've really made my hair a symbol of my life success. Yes I see how that sounds terribly shallow and ridiculous, but hear me out... I just have this intense feeling that for once in my life I HAVE to stick with something long enough to reach my goal, even if the journey is long and difficult...no, especially if the journey is long and difficult. If I can't do at least ONE thing from beginning to end then I'll never be able to do anything...and if I can do that one thing then I know I will be able to actually accomplish all the other things I want to. If I can fight temptation and distraction and irritation on this one thing, I'll be able to take that commitment on to other (and admittedly more important) areas of my life.
So, as stupid as it may be to have growing my hair long as a life changing event...that is exactly what it is!
And now you know.
The truth is...I do make goals, I make lots of them, but I rarely ever reach them. I'll be all gung ho for a short time and then I get bored or discouraged or too busy or whatever other random excuse I have and things fizzle out.
If you've known me for any length of time you will have known me to have pretty much the same hairstyle that varies in length from my shoulders to a few inches past. Sometimes bangs, sometimes not, but always about the same length. Boring? Yes. But I'm a freak about my hair ok, for many reasons...but that really isn't the point right now so I won't go into it.
My whole life I wanted to grow my hair really long. Well, that's not true, my hair WAS really long, when I was like 5. And then all I wanted was it cut off, my mom didn't want me to do it, she made my aunt take me into to the salon, she cried, it was all very traumatic for her and liberating for me. (My hair is very thick and when she'd comb it it was hard to get through all the tangles and she'd pull it and I'd scream and it was just horrible, I hated it.)
Anyway, back on topic... I have always tried growing my hair and just got so sick of it in that in-between stage that I'd chop it all off again. Never could I get remotely close to my hair growing goal because it annoyed me so much.
Well, I decided a while back that THIS time was going to be different. I didn't care how much I hated it I was going to grow it as long as I wanted, and if I still hated it when it got there THEN I could chop it off...but I WAS going to make it. I have been tempted many, many times to cut it. It has annoyed me immensely quite often. I've complained to C about it so often I'm sure he's sick of hearing about my hair. He's probably just sick of my hair in general because there's just SO much of it.
Now as much as I've really wanted to chop it off I've really made my hair a symbol of my life success. Yes I see how that sounds terribly shallow and ridiculous, but hear me out... I just have this intense feeling that for once in my life I HAVE to stick with something long enough to reach my goal, even if the journey is long and difficult...no, especially if the journey is long and difficult. If I can't do at least ONE thing from beginning to end then I'll never be able to do anything...and if I can do that one thing then I know I will be able to actually accomplish all the other things I want to. If I can fight temptation and distraction and irritation on this one thing, I'll be able to take that commitment on to other (and admittedly more important) areas of my life.
So, as stupid as it may be to have growing my hair long as a life changing event...that is exactly what it is!
And now you know.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Back to the 100 Pushups Challenge!!
I made a promise to myself and all of you that I would re-start the 100 pushups challenge once we'd moved and got settled. I said that I would do it by no later than mid-October. Well my friends, today is October 15th, so its time to get back to work!
You may recall I was doing modified pushups on my kitchen counter. I can't do them on the floor in any position, there's just too much stomach in the way for that. And my arms and back were not strong enough to do them at the height of my weight bench. So that left the counter. The counters in my new house are higher than the old ones though, I wasn't so sure about doing them there. But wait!! My new house has stairs, I can do them on the stairs!! I've settled on the 4th stair...the 3rd was harder than I thought, and the 5th, well its just too high up to reach, LOL. Its lower than my old counters, and therefore harder than last time, so my starting point is not quite so high. I was able to do 5 pushups for my initial test. Not TOO bad I suppose, I am lifting up a lot of weight afterall, I shouldn't feel real terrible about that number.
So today was Week 1, Day 1 and I did a total of 15 pushups.
You may recall I was doing modified pushups on my kitchen counter. I can't do them on the floor in any position, there's just too much stomach in the way for that. And my arms and back were not strong enough to do them at the height of my weight bench. So that left the counter. The counters in my new house are higher than the old ones though, I wasn't so sure about doing them there. But wait!! My new house has stairs, I can do them on the stairs!! I've settled on the 4th stair...the 3rd was harder than I thought, and the 5th, well its just too high up to reach, LOL. Its lower than my old counters, and therefore harder than last time, so my starting point is not quite so high. I was able to do 5 pushups for my initial test. Not TOO bad I suppose, I am lifting up a lot of weight afterall, I shouldn't feel real terrible about that number.
So today was Week 1, Day 1 and I did a total of 15 pushups.
Friday, October 10, 2008
Fear not people...I have not disappeared forever
Just a quick update to let you know I haven't fallen off the face of the earth. We moved back "home" to San Diego 2 weeks ago. Things have been busy and crazy since then. We've been battling awful heat and unpacking and the dog maiming a rat in our backyard (that C subsequently had to put out of its misery, blech!) I made some curtains. There's still tons of things that need to be done. The house was a huge mess when we moved in...I still haven't gotten around to completely cleaning the bathrooms which were super gross. Just lots and lots to do. C is also working from home, which means I have to give up a lot of my computer time to him. Not that that is necessarily a bad thing, I admit I spend way too much time online anyway. So...that's the update for now. Hopefully I'll be back to regular posting in another week or so!
Monday, September 22, 2008
How do they have SO much crap?
I spend 95% of my time while I'm in any store saying things to my kids like "No, I'm not buying that today...No, I'm not buying that for your birthday...No, I'm not buying that because you picked up a kleenex off the floor and threw it away...No I'm not buying that because you went to school today when you didn't want to...No, you don't have enough allowance to buy that for yourself...No, no, no, no, no!!"
I'll save my rant for another day about how I hate raising children in a place like where we live and the attitude of entitlement/greediness/spoiled-ness (is that a word?) that seems to exude from every where here.
And yet despite my hardly ever buying them anything, they still have like 15 times more junk than C & I do? C spent most of the day in there room sorting and organizing toys on Sunday, and yet there is still a TON of stuff everywhere! I think it must multiply in the night, its just never ending. I don't even want to go in that room anymore because its so overwhelming. I just don't get where it all comes from, aaaaahhhhh!!!!
I just don't know what to do with it. I don't even have the motivation to get rid of it on Freecycle, it takes too much work to sort through it all. I'm glad that someone else is going to pack it all up for me when we move...but I still have to unpack it and figure out where to put it...I think I've got it worse.
I'll save my rant for another day about how I hate raising children in a place like where we live and the attitude of entitlement/greediness/spoiled-ness (is that a word?) that seems to exude from every where here.
And yet despite my hardly ever buying them anything, they still have like 15 times more junk than C & I do? C spent most of the day in there room sorting and organizing toys on Sunday, and yet there is still a TON of stuff everywhere! I think it must multiply in the night, its just never ending. I don't even want to go in that room anymore because its so overwhelming. I just don't get where it all comes from, aaaaahhhhh!!!!
I just don't know what to do with it. I don't even have the motivation to get rid of it on Freecycle, it takes too much work to sort through it all. I'm glad that someone else is going to pack it all up for me when we move...but I still have to unpack it and figure out where to put it...I think I've got it worse.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
100 pushups update
So dear readers...if there are any readers...I will admit to being a slacker. Yeah I know, you knew that already. I have taken a break from the 100 pushups challenge. First I got a cold from my daughter and was feeling like crap, and then a whole bunch of life changing things occured in a short period of time, so I just kept really and honestly forgetting to do them. My goal is to start up again by mid-October. Once we've moved and I've had a couple weeks to get my life back in order I will definitely resume the challenge. Maybe then there will be enough available space in my brain cells to spend a few minutes 3 times a week killing myself on purpose!
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Its Biggest Loser time again!
I have a love-hate relationship with this show. It irritates the heck out of me to watch it, but I can't help myself. To me its like the accident on the highway that you can't take your eyes off of...horrible and fascinating at the same time. Last night was the first show of the new seasons. Families this time, married couples against parents & kids. I'm fairly certain if C and I were on this show together we'd expend more calories arguing with each other than working out. He thinks it would make for good tv, I suppose he's right.
Somehow I always seem to be eating something horrible for me on the first episode of this show...like EVERY time. Not sure why that happens. It must be some sort of sign. Last night it was brownies. I've been craving brownies for a few days now, ever since someone posted this all edges brownie pan thing on the Granola Chicks board. I bought a box, but I didn't have any eggs. I finally got eggs, but only got around to making them last night. Has to be a coincidence...
I did hop on the elliptical trainer and bust my butt while they were baking though, That's gotta count for *something* right?
I think the cast is kinda boring this time actually, hopefully things will get more interesting as the weeks go on. Jillian is scarier than usual this season. I wouldn't be surprised at all if someone actually did die on one of those treadmills to see her standing over them yelling at them to get the #*&^ up!
Somehow I always seem to be eating something horrible for me on the first episode of this show...like EVERY time. Not sure why that happens. It must be some sort of sign. Last night it was brownies. I've been craving brownies for a few days now, ever since someone posted this all edges brownie pan thing on the Granola Chicks board. I bought a box, but I didn't have any eggs. I finally got eggs, but only got around to making them last night. Has to be a coincidence...
I did hop on the elliptical trainer and bust my butt while they were baking though, That's gotta count for *something* right?
I think the cast is kinda boring this time actually, hopefully things will get more interesting as the weeks go on. Jillian is scarier than usual this season. I wouldn't be surprised at all if someone actually did die on one of those treadmills to see her standing over them yelling at them to get the #*&^ up!
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