So, lately I've been talking to myself about random things - at least more than usual. Why has my life become so eventful of late? Why do my kids have to grow up? Why does Todd sometimes gallop through the house on an imaginary horse named Guido? I'm also wondering why I have started blogging.
I've never been one to keep journals and I have made a total of 1 scrapbook. So what gives? I've meditated long and hard and have narrowed it down to 10 reasons. I shall list them now.
Ahem.
TOP 10 REASONS WHY I BLOG:
10. It's free
9. Occasionally it makes my kids smile - I'll do anything short of galloping on a horse named Guido or eating cottage cheese to get my kids to smile.
8. If I didn't blog - I'd have to find another hobby like cleaning my house.
7. It's my online scrapbook - I can brag about my kids and cats without having to use things like glue and scissors.
6. It's therapeutic to jot down thoughts about things such as cancer and weight loss and husbands and kids growing up.
5. It's a good way to keep connected with family and friends - especially when they leave comments or send emails. (hint)
4. I can post a blog from any computer which enables efficiency - something I love!
3. I suddenly have an interest in taking pictures - another new hobby.
2. My mommy and daddy like my blog.
drumroll please..
1. It's soooo much fun to make fun of Todd!
So there you have it. The mystery is solved. That is why I blog.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Monday, January 21, 2008
SNOW!
Forgive me for being a 'flake', so to speak, but I just can't believe how much snow we have today.
I know my posts usually only contain dialogue about our snow and my cats. I'll try to be more clever in the future.
But until the cleverness hits me... WOW - look at these pictures of our snow!
You can clearly see that a dent was made in clearing the front steps.
Our front steps were clear yesterday.
Darren's car before he took a broom to it.
No 'snowblog' would be complete without a picture of my main man. Here he is trying to find the sidewalk.
I know my posts usually only contain dialogue about our snow and my cats. I'll try to be more clever in the future.
But until the cleverness hits me... WOW - look at these pictures of our snow!
You can clearly see that a dent was made in clearing the front steps.
The circular thing you can barely see is our trampoline frame.
Darren - striking a pose by our mailbox. Darren is 8'9".
Our front steps were clear yesterday.
Darren's car before he took a broom to it.
No 'snowblog' would be complete without a picture of my main man. Here he is trying to find the sidewalk.
Hey, Todd - maybe now is a good time to put the house up for sale. Some foolish people actually like this much snow. Oh wait - you like this much snow.
Oops.Saturday, January 19, 2008
Road Trips and Family Love
Oh, I'm itching for a road trip. What is better than a road trip - especially at this time of year when everything is gray and drab?! We usually have so much fun arguing laughing, sightseeing, telling Todd how where to drive, eating junk healthy food. It's awesome.
I usually plan severalminutes weeks in advance....always forgetting remembering important items such as cupcakes toothpaste and red medicine that puts the kids to sleep interesting books.
We enjoy the wonderful comments from ourannoying brilliant monsters children such as "are we there yet?" "which explorers came through here?" and "sagebrush is so ugly" "golly, I sure do love that we live in such a beautiful state".
Choosing a destination always induces aheated healthy debate. My annoying brilliant monsters children usually choose some place expensive and touristy educational and minimalistic. We usually pass the time with gameboys and ipods songs and lively stories.
We enjoy thebondage bonding that we use on feel with our children. Upon our arrival home, we feel exhausted and relieved refreshed and happy to be home.
I usually plan several
We enjoy the wonderful comments from our
Choosing a destination always induces a
We enjoy the
Elora's Senior Prom
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Yahoo Group
Check out this Yahoo group. This group is very motivating. It's for people who want to start running and/or change their lifestyle.
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Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Bean's Entry
So, apparently Jodi (aka Hig, Higgie, Yicket, Showrosherie) wants me to contribute to her blog. At first I was concerned by this request because I thought becoming a blogger would mean I'd need to join a local dance group (and I am NOT getting sucked back in to that lifestyle!). However, apparently she just wants me to comment on things I never said (most of her speculations on what I'd write about were actually comments made by Ken, Dad, or Sir Archduke Frances Ferdinand).
However, since I have a new year's resolution to not be pushed around by older siblings anymore (mainly Barb) I have decided to ignore Jodi's request and write about something I'm very passionate about: Jodi's cats. Personally I think Stitch, or Baby Bear as he likes to be called, is cultivating some bad habits. I'm particularly concerned about his timid behavior immediately after Darren throws something at him.
Okay, I don't really want to talk about Jodi's cats anymore. I want to talk about change. However, I'll introduce the topic by talking about my first love- fast food. Wendy's and Mcdonald's are the reason I am overweight and probably the primary reason I am still single (slightly edging out the fact that I giggle like a 9-year-old girl whenever Night Court or Benson is on). I eat out multiple times every day and have done so for the past 15 years. I also travel about a week a month and during those weeks I eat quantities that Michael Moore wouldn't believe.
So now I've signed up for a half-marathon and I go to the gym every morning and I have a really serious face and I say things like "This time I'm losing the weight" and "I'm not kidding around anymore". I do this every few months or so and then I inevitably crash and spend a weekend sleeping on the floor at Pizza Hut. What makes this time any different? Benjamin Franklin said it's insanity to continue to do the same things and expect a different result. Am I doing anything really different?
The bigger question I would like to propose, dear 1.2 readers, is whether or not change is actually possible. Last fall I read a book by Alan Deutschman titled "Change or Die". In the book he questioned whether or not change is even possible after a certain age. He asked ,"if an authority figure you trusted (like a doctor) told you that you had to change your lifestyle or you would die in six months - would you change?" Chance are 90% that you won't/can't. He then cited several recent studies that demonstrate how he came up with that.
The book really upset me because I know change is possible. Just about every person on this earth that I admire has altered (changed) their life's direction because of a genuine desire to be something more tomorrow than they were yesterday. To do something more. To sacrifice something important for something more important. However, this book with its sobering data coupled with my recent 9,453 failed attempts to stick to any kind of a diet/exercise program really gave me a wake up call. Change is possible, but change is HARD.
My goal to lose some pounds is a very important goal to me. My desire to change grows every time I fail (which currently stands at 9,453 times). It's more than a physical goal for me; I want to be a person of discipline and commitment and I think it's only reasonable that my body should be an example of that.
I don't really know where I'm going with this blog - perhaps I should have stuck with Jodi's cats. I'm meeting with a nutritionist tonight and I'm hoping it's a positive experience. If anyone has any thoughts on change I'd love to hear them. I'm a sucker for inspirational stories. Especially ones about cats. Bean out.
However, since I have a new year's resolution to not be pushed around by older siblings anymore (mainly Barb) I have decided to ignore Jodi's request and write about something I'm very passionate about: Jodi's cats. Personally I think Stitch, or Baby Bear as he likes to be called, is cultivating some bad habits. I'm particularly concerned about his timid behavior immediately after Darren throws something at him.
Okay, I don't really want to talk about Jodi's cats anymore. I want to talk about change. However, I'll introduce the topic by talking about my first love- fast food. Wendy's and Mcdonald's are the reason I am overweight and probably the primary reason I am still single (slightly edging out the fact that I giggle like a 9-year-old girl whenever Night Court or Benson is on). I eat out multiple times every day and have done so for the past 15 years. I also travel about a week a month and during those weeks I eat quantities that Michael Moore wouldn't believe.
So now I've signed up for a half-marathon and I go to the gym every morning and I have a really serious face and I say things like "This time I'm losing the weight" and "I'm not kidding around anymore". I do this every few months or so and then I inevitably crash and spend a weekend sleeping on the floor at Pizza Hut. What makes this time any different? Benjamin Franklin said it's insanity to continue to do the same things and expect a different result. Am I doing anything really different?
The bigger question I would like to propose, dear 1.2 readers, is whether or not change is actually possible. Last fall I read a book by Alan Deutschman titled "Change or Die". In the book he questioned whether or not change is even possible after a certain age. He asked ,"if an authority figure you trusted (like a doctor) told you that you had to change your lifestyle or you would die in six months - would you change?" Chance are 90% that you won't/can't. He then cited several recent studies that demonstrate how he came up with that.
The book really upset me because I know change is possible. Just about every person on this earth that I admire has altered (changed) their life's direction because of a genuine desire to be something more tomorrow than they were yesterday. To do something more. To sacrifice something important for something more important. However, this book with its sobering data coupled with my recent 9,453 failed attempts to stick to any kind of a diet/exercise program really gave me a wake up call. Change is possible, but change is HARD.
My goal to lose some pounds is a very important goal to me. My desire to change grows every time I fail (which currently stands at 9,453 times). It's more than a physical goal for me; I want to be a person of discipline and commitment and I think it's only reasonable that my body should be an example of that.
I don't really know where I'm going with this blog - perhaps I should have stuck with Jodi's cats. I'm meeting with a nutritionist tonight and I'm hoping it's a positive experience. If anyone has any thoughts on change I'd love to hear them. I'm a sucker for inspirational stories. Especially ones about cats. Bean out.
My map
I plan to walk, crawl, elliptical, stairmaster, swim, treadmill, wog, jog, breakdance and hopefully eventually run across the United States. I'll post my progess on occasion.
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