Sunday, June 27, 2010

I think I'm broken.

Seriously. I've always been "weird" physically but good land!!!!

Step 1 - Go to the gym.
Step 2 - Repeatedly, thoroughly, and regularly run mental "checks" of my muscles as I'm doing a weight training wkout w/ a trainer. He also regularly asks me how I'm feeling etc. Other than the normal "well that made my muscles feel tired and stretched out" I have no pain. No warning at all.
Step 3 - Feel very proud of myself for finishing wkout.
Step 4 - The next day, be unable to straighten my arms all the way, even tho we focused more on shoulders and whole body/core. I didn't do a single bicep curl.

I AM SO ANNOYED!!!! People wonder why I am so viciously opposed to going to the gym. Well here's the reason - have you ever heard of Pavlov's dog? Everytime I go to the gym, I feel rotten. I go, I work out, and then I'm in pain. Or I go, wk out lightly and accomplish NOTHING.
Stupid gym. Stupid muscles. And stupid body of mine!

Monday, June 21, 2010

Father's Day 2010

Treeless tree house dad built.

Jack is VERY happy to clean up the leftover gravy from lunch! And he's very careful w/ the glass gravy pitcher even.

Kt made sure that both Jack and Cafe' were happy to get their bellies rubbed.
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Mom's Garden 2010

Help me if I forget one mom. We have: tomatoes, potatos, peppers, cantelope, basil, lime basil, marigolds, mint, sunflowers, kholarabi, green beans, sugar snap peas, and.....I'm forgetting something. Pumpkins?

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Bessie LOVES my shoes

She slept on one while hugging the other.
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Saturday, June 19, 2010


Luke Bryan opened - he did an awesome job but the photos didn't work as well.

Amy and I pre-concert.
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Sugarland Concert

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Sugarland Concert

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Sugarland Concert

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Friday, June 18, 2010

More baby pics

Bill is very fierce!! He has just learned how to arch his back up and HOP in terror when something scary (like a door opening) occurs. :-)

Chandler is King (ok, Queen) of the world! At least until Bill knocks her off to chew on her ear some more.
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"What is it??" "I'm not sure, what's it taste like?"

Chandler shows an early affinity for purses.

Bill on the other hand, is leaning towards being a hairdresser. "Not enough fluff daahling, more fluff. Tastes good tho!"

Poor Chandler. No mommy to teach her how to wash her face after dinner.
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Sunday, June 13, 2010

Time for a grumbly whine...

I am sick of being sick. I had the worst migraine in the world all day Friday and Saturday. I took meds that didn't help at all, therefore today my stomach is in full rebellion mode. I am SO tired of my body rebelling. And as a lady at work said, my migraine Friday was flashing "KU" above it --- this audit at work is going to be the death of me. I hit 4o hours at 12:45 Friday and headed home in pain. Having tried every med I had, I later had to cancel the massage I had scheduled for that night. It was to be my "fun" thing since my husband was gone from Wed-Sun on a golf trip. I do NOT like being home alone sick.
Stupid NY State keeps sending notice after notice after notice about how WE LEFT the STATE and sent new registration to them, sent them new insurance but we are suspending your plates (yeah, not using them anymore idiot, that's why we sent you our KS registration.) Stupid ignorant idiots. I am SO sick of dealing w/ them. I do NOT have time to call tomorrow, I have to work late to prep for the audit and here we get ANOTHER letter suspending my registration. I KNOW it's not usable stupid, that's why we sent you our KS registration!!!!!!! AHHHHHH!
Ok, Sorry. Just needed to get all that out. Husband won't be home till after I go to bed tonite and I needed to vent to somebody.

Friday, June 4, 2010

What is it?

I told my husband I was making grilled cheese for dinner.
I made 2 topless ones (just like Dad taught me!)
I walk over to sit down to eat and this conversation took place. (Visualize much eye-rolling)

Him: "What's that?
Me: Grilled cheese.
Him: No, that! (pointing to sandwich)
Me: Cheese?!
Him: No, what is ON the sandwich
Me: CHEESE!!!!
Him: But what's the weird stuff on top.
Me: CHEESE!!!!!
Him: Oh! It's just cheese on the sandwich. Where's the top?
Me: It's not supposed to have a top. This is how you're SUPPOSED to eat grilled cheese. Just ask dad!
Him: It smells funny.
Me: Sorry mom!" (At which point I had to explain that mom hates the smell of topless grilled cheese, so he didn't think I was going crazy calling him mom!)