Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Monday, August 9, 2010
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Only 11 more years
Until Ellie gets her driver's liscence. That what she told me. She already has a plan. She's going to go to the store for me while I'm at work.
She'll buy:
milk
bread
eggs
peanut butter
ice cream
chocolate
Guess she knows what we buy!
She'll buy:
milk
bread
eggs
peanut butter
ice cream
chocolate
Guess she knows what we buy!
Friday, August 6, 2010
Plans for the Irish festival
We been waiting for 372 days to go back to the Irish festival.
The girls have big plans. They are going to:
get their faces painted
drink juice boxes
eat fudge
watch the dancers with the curly hair
pet the doggys
walk around
go on the play ground
I asked them what daddy was going to do and they said "Drink beer". Not sure what to make of that one!
The girls have big plans. They are going to:
get their faces painted
drink juice boxes
eat fudge
watch the dancers with the curly hair
pet the doggys
walk around
go on the play ground
I asked them what daddy was going to do and they said "Drink beer". Not sure what to make of that one!
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Exercise
I've decided that I'm tired of looking the way I do. I'm tired of weighing so much.
Plan A was simply to complain and moan and cry when ever I tried on clothes. And then eat ooey, gooey deserts after crying. Plan A was a dismal failure. I can't figure out why.
I've now enter Plan B. Plan B involves me wrestling and herding three active girls to the Y at least nights a week by myself while carrying a carseat. The worst part is getting in the door.
Once I drop said children off a child care, I actually exercise. I've decided that I'm going to run a 5K by the time Ian is one. So, I have six more months.
I've been walking for 4 minutes and then running for 1. Yesterday, I actually managed to look like I was running and not dying. I was feeling really good about myself.
That is of course until SHE showed up. By she, I mean the lady who climbed onto the treadmill and began to run continuously and effortlessly.
That wasn't the bad part.
She was 7 months pregnant.
It made me almost result to Plan A.
Almost!
Plan A was simply to complain and moan and cry when ever I tried on clothes. And then eat ooey, gooey deserts after crying. Plan A was a dismal failure. I can't figure out why.
I've now enter Plan B. Plan B involves me wrestling and herding three active girls to the Y at least nights a week by myself while carrying a carseat. The worst part is getting in the door.
Once I drop said children off a child care, I actually exercise. I've decided that I'm going to run a 5K by the time Ian is one. So, I have six more months.
I've been walking for 4 minutes and then running for 1. Yesterday, I actually managed to look like I was running and not dying. I was feeling really good about myself.
That is of course until SHE showed up. By she, I mean the lady who climbed onto the treadmill and began to run continuously and effortlessly.
That wasn't the bad part.
She was 7 months pregnant.
It made me almost result to Plan A.
Almost!
Monday, August 2, 2010
Sunday, August 1, 2010
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