It has been four days now...
I'm lethargic
I feel bloated
I've lost ZERO pounds
I'm short with my kids
I feel depressed
In other words, nothing has changed.
I used to be able to blame it all on my outrageous Dr. Pepper habit. Now the only change I see is that there is an empty space where the pep (as in Pepper) and spice (as in Dr.) of my day used to reside. It was there when I ran errands, it was there when I made dinner, heck, it was there when I made breakfast. It was, literally, something to look forward to everyday. Pathetic, I know.
Don't comment if all you are going to do is encourage me to keep going. (See? the melancholy even translates to the blog.)
I plan to make it through the weekend, beyond that is anyone's guess.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Happy Birthday Sweet Kitty!
Katherine turned 4 today! These pictures are from our little party a week ago.
Sandy made the requested "castle cake"-- waaaayyyy better than my Dora fiasco that ended up in the trash two years ago!
The girls made princess crowns.
Sophie and Penn- I love this picture!
Kitty and Sophie-- two brown babies.
Sandy, Katherine, and one very tired Daddy.
Really? Is this not the cutest nephew anyone could have?Katherine is such a delight to have in our family. She is a crack up and a doll. We always have so much fun with her bubbly personality.
Happy Birthday Stinkles!
Monday, August 24, 2009
Embarrassing...
Today I caught myself
first humming
then actually
singing out loud
to Culture Club's
first humming
then actually
singing out loud
to Culture Club's
I'll Tumble For Ya
What was Michael's doing playing it in the first place?
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Weatherman chin
Tonight I asked John about his meeting with the school social worker.
He has really dark hair like daddy and a very unusual chin.
Unusual? How? (I've met this man before and don't remember anything unusual about his chin).
It comes down like this and hooks to his lip and then does this on both sides... It looks like a cartoon weatherman's chin.
Oh.
*** And read Beth's blog (here) for my take on the whole school fundraising thing-- I couldn't have said it better myself. Angry parents unite! ***
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Conversations with Bogda
Bogda says she felt more freedom in
Communist Poland
than she does at
South Elementary.
What do you think that means?
What do you think that means?
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
First day jitters...
My sister Meri likes to write letters, especially when she is irritated.
I am irritated.
This is my letter:
Dear Little Blessings Preschool,
I am not a stupid parent. I passed preschool with flying colors. I know there are some stupid parents out there, I do, but I am not one of them. (Did you see how I used bold to emphasize my point? I thought you would like that seeing how you like to bold things in your parent handbook.)
I attended your parent meeting last week. I left with a strange taste in my mouth that I thought was the taste of the money I would be submitting to you monthly. At the beginning of the summer that money didn't taste so bad, but the summer was expensive. You are expensive.
I do, however, appreciate being notified no less than five times since my first interaction with you that the deposit and last month's tuition would be non-refundable and that under no circumstance would I ever see that money again. I get it.
I was annoyed at the meeting when you told me that I was not allowed to leave small children in my vehicle while checking my student into class. I have no small children to leave behind, but I took issue with your threat to call the police if you ever see it happen, even once. I understand that it is not safe and that it's unwise, but really, the police?
I was irritated when you discussed the late pick-up policy. Five minutes, is that really all the time you are going to give me before you call my emergency contacts? What if my watch is six minutes slow? What if I am caught in the construction in front of the building? (oh yeah, you emailed me notifying me to allow extra time due to said construction) And if no one on my contact list can be reached after 30 minutes, social services is called. Really? I know some parents are habitually late, but social services?
It was degrading when you mentioned that my child should bring a healthy snack and a healthy lunch every school day. It would have been fine to merely mention it, but to go on about how the children are learning the difference between healthy and unhealthy foods and how they will know if their lunch is unhealthy was just a little too much. Not to mention the bold use of the word healthy in the handbook. I get it- just don't expect me to deprive Katherine of the Zebra Cake that her Grammy bought for her as a special treat!
And finally, I am a stickler for sick kids staying home and sparing the rest of us the misery. But really, don't tell me that if my child comes down with a runny nose and you ask her if I gave her medicine before school that she will rat me out every time. I am not deceptive, you could ask me and I would tell you I gave her some medicine. How do you know it wasn't for allergies?
Tomorrow is our first day... I hope we can get along for Katherine's sake. I also hope you won't call the police on me, confiscate her lunch, or send her to social services for having a runny nose. Plus I wouldn't want to lose my deposit and last month's tuition.
Yours Truly,
Alyssa
I am irritated.
This is my letter:
Dear Little Blessings Preschool,
I am not a stupid parent. I passed preschool with flying colors. I know there are some stupid parents out there, I do, but I am not one of them. (Did you see how I used bold to emphasize my point? I thought you would like that seeing how you like to bold things in your parent handbook.)
I attended your parent meeting last week. I left with a strange taste in my mouth that I thought was the taste of the money I would be submitting to you monthly. At the beginning of the summer that money didn't taste so bad, but the summer was expensive. You are expensive.
I do, however, appreciate being notified no less than five times since my first interaction with you that the deposit and last month's tuition would be non-refundable and that under no circumstance would I ever see that money again. I get it.
I was annoyed at the meeting when you told me that I was not allowed to leave small children in my vehicle while checking my student into class. I have no small children to leave behind, but I took issue with your threat to call the police if you ever see it happen, even once. I understand that it is not safe and that it's unwise, but really, the police?
I was irritated when you discussed the late pick-up policy. Five minutes, is that really all the time you are going to give me before you call my emergency contacts? What if my watch is six minutes slow? What if I am caught in the construction in front of the building? (oh yeah, you emailed me notifying me to allow extra time due to said construction) And if no one on my contact list can be reached after 30 minutes, social services is called. Really? I know some parents are habitually late, but social services?
It was degrading when you mentioned that my child should bring a healthy snack and a healthy lunch every school day. It would have been fine to merely mention it, but to go on about how the children are learning the difference between healthy and unhealthy foods and how they will know if their lunch is unhealthy was just a little too much. Not to mention the bold use of the word healthy in the handbook. I get it- just don't expect me to deprive Katherine of the Zebra Cake that her Grammy bought for her as a special treat!
And finally, I am a stickler for sick kids staying home and sparing the rest of us the misery. But really, don't tell me that if my child comes down with a runny nose and you ask her if I gave her medicine before school that she will rat me out every time. I am not deceptive, you could ask me and I would tell you I gave her some medicine. How do you know it wasn't for allergies?
Tomorrow is our first day... I hope we can get along for Katherine's sake. I also hope you won't call the police on me, confiscate her lunch, or send her to social services for having a runny nose. Plus I wouldn't want to lose my deposit and last month's tuition.
Yours Truly,
Alyssa
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Belly fat?
It all started at a gas station in Montana. I leaned a little too far into the counter and there it was-- my stomach resting on the ledge. I pulled away and thought, "I hope the cashier didn't notice..."
Today I sifted through clothes and found some jeans I don't quite love and decided to try them again. Don't ask me why I chose jeans in 90+ degree weather, I was just sick of everything else. As I zipped them up I looked in the mirror and realized they might be a little tight but were kind of flattering never-the-less.
Five minutes in I decided these jeans might be just what I need to break my addiction to Dr. Pepper and food. "If I wear tight pants everyday I might lose some unwanted bulk," I cleverly thought.
Ten minutes in and I decided to drink water instead the desired soda. "These pants really help me remember to make good choices," I congratulated myself.
After feeling every breath for 15 minutes I decided to pull the waist up a little. "There, that's more like it..."
Thirty minutes later I tried to do some squats to loosen them up a little.
An hour later I changed clothes.
Today I sifted through clothes and found some jeans I don't quite love and decided to try them again. Don't ask me why I chose jeans in 90+ degree weather, I was just sick of everything else. As I zipped them up I looked in the mirror and realized they might be a little tight but were kind of flattering never-the-less.
Five minutes in I decided these jeans might be just what I need to break my addiction to Dr. Pepper and food. "If I wear tight pants everyday I might lose some unwanted bulk," I cleverly thought.
Ten minutes in and I decided to drink water instead the desired soda. "These pants really help me remember to make good choices," I congratulated myself.
After feeling every breath for 15 minutes I decided to pull the waist up a little. "There, that's more like it..."
Thirty minutes later I tried to do some squats to loosen them up a little.
An hour later I changed clothes.
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