Thursday, July 03, 2008
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
wants and wishes
I wanted to go to BlogHer this year but never told my husband. Not really, anyways. I mentioned that I'd like to go... but he doesn't know (until he reads this) that I had made up my mind a few weeks ago and was looking at travel plans. I have been a blogger for a long time with about a dozen readers and there is no reason why I couldn't have more readers and make a little bit of money doing this. Seriously. When I'm all warmed up and firing on all pistons I'm a damn good writer. Funny, too. Plus I've got a photographic eye and a decent camera. Plus I like design and technology and blah blah blah. Plenty of ingredients there with which to work.
But something held me back from pressing the issue. I just returned from Poland not 6 weeks ago and going to SF for a long weekend is selfish. But that wasn't my reasoning. I'm fairly selfish fairly often. So what was it? I was waiting and wondering what it was that was telling me to hold back.
Last night I learned what was holding me back. My little dude did some sort of swan dive from the swing at school and after FAR TOO LONG, I gingerly snapped him into his booster seat and drove him to the nearest ER where he was thrilled to have cable TV to watch and his mom's undivided attention.
Intuition. It was what told me that the funny way he was holding his hand was related to his shoulder. It was what told me that BlogHer was a GREAT idea, but not for this year. I just hope it helps me when I storm up to my 3-year-old's school this morning and converse with the director. Wish me luck and lots of intuition.
But something held me back from pressing the issue. I just returned from Poland not 6 weeks ago and going to SF for a long weekend is selfish. But that wasn't my reasoning. I'm fairly selfish fairly often. So what was it? I was waiting and wondering what it was that was telling me to hold back.
Last night I learned what was holding me back. My little dude did some sort of swan dive from the swing at school and after FAR TOO LONG, I gingerly snapped him into his booster seat and drove him to the nearest ER where he was thrilled to have cable TV to watch and his mom's undivided attention.
Intuition. It was what told me that the funny way he was holding his hand was related to his shoulder. It was what told me that BlogHer was a GREAT idea, but not for this year. I just hope it helps me when I storm up to my 3-year-old's school this morning and converse with the director. Wish me luck and lots of intuition.
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Sheri's life, designed (21 to 30 of 100)
21. After the handyman leaves every Saturday afternoon, the Mac Genius arrives every Saturday night. He scans my hard drive, checks my preferences, recommends new software, and backs me up. Maybe twice.
22. Look at my iPhone, isn't it great?
23. I excel in my work and I only work 35 hours a week, which is considered full-time and therefore has benefits. I do not have to live in France to get this.
24. My spouse anticipates my needs well. I anticipate his needs well. At no point do I discover a pile of white lies that he's hidden from me for 6 months and at no point do I take advantage of his status as a people pleaser.
25. I make my own fondant with ease and glee. Every child's birthday cake is a glorious recreation of my deep and unabiding love for that particular child.
26. I write without a dictionary and thesaurus. And Wikipedia.
27. Price is Right could actually be played from home and I fucking ROCK that game. After 6-weeks I am banned from play, but not before I win a brand new living room, two jet skis, a yogurt maker, and an opal ring. My yodel guy never falls off the cliff and my Plinko chip bee lines straight down the center of the board every. single. time.
28. I always keep my checkbook register up-to-date and at no point do I bounce a $5 transaction with a $30 fee because of sheer laziness.
29. I ooze gratitude and grace. I accept people for who they are and adore when they act like themselves.
30. There are no varicose veins on my body. Each limb is a long, slender alabaster sculpture that tints to a soft honey color in summer and fades to delicate porcelain in the winter. All through the variations, though, my face glows with slightly rosy cheeks and has no acne, dark circles, or frowns.
22. Look at my iPhone, isn't it great?
23. I excel in my work and I only work 35 hours a week, which is considered full-time and therefore has benefits. I do not have to live in France to get this.
24. My spouse anticipates my needs well. I anticipate his needs well. At no point do I discover a pile of white lies that he's hidden from me for 6 months and at no point do I take advantage of his status as a people pleaser.
25. I make my own fondant with ease and glee. Every child's birthday cake is a glorious recreation of my deep and unabiding love for that particular child.
26. I write without a dictionary and thesaurus. And Wikipedia.
27. Price is Right could actually be played from home and I fucking ROCK that game. After 6-weeks I am banned from play, but not before I win a brand new living room, two jet skis, a yogurt maker, and an opal ring. My yodel guy never falls off the cliff and my Plinko chip bee lines straight down the center of the board every. single. time.
28. I always keep my checkbook register up-to-date and at no point do I bounce a $5 transaction with a $30 fee because of sheer laziness.
29. I ooze gratitude and grace. I accept people for who they are and adore when they act like themselves.
30. There are no varicose veins on my body. Each limb is a long, slender alabaster sculpture that tints to a soft honey color in summer and fades to delicate porcelain in the winter. All through the variations, though, my face glows with slightly rosy cheeks and has no acne, dark circles, or frowns.
Friday, June 27, 2008
bad mojo
What a week. I could just vomit a digestive tract worth of bizzaro bullshit things that happened to me or to the people around me this week. A gray cloud of mojo and I'm actually a bit grateful for the cloud because it got me to sit down, just now, and write.
True or false? A local paper placed a competitor's ad (a competitor who are 6 times bigger than we are) in a section I helped to establish a year ago. On the anniversary of our ad expiring that I forgot to renew.
True or false? A major sponsor of the work I do got completely bent out of shape over something they thought I said they should do and chewed me out in front of 5 or 6 people, complete with f-bombs, accusations, and general misbehavior right before a party.
True or false? Husband just worked himself into a froth because I didn't glow over the work he did on the house today.
True or false? A year later, my boobs finally look ROCKIN.'
True or false? I finally found the secret to clearing up my skin that has been in a violent revolt against me since last fall.
True or false? I met the Ukranian district governor in the backyard of my Oklahoman district governor (all Rotary...) last night and the experience of it charmed me beyond all reason and logic.
True or false? The Oklahoma district governor sand-bagged me in his kitchen about helping him form a hip, new Rotary club (a mile from my office and on my way home from work) for hip, young Rotarians. now I feel all young and hip.
True or false? Maybe this week wasn't a total wash.
For better or worse, it was all true. Plus, I got my Megan fix:
True or false? A local paper placed a competitor's ad (a competitor who are 6 times bigger than we are) in a section I helped to establish a year ago. On the anniversary of our ad expiring that I forgot to renew.
True or false? A major sponsor of the work I do got completely bent out of shape over something they thought I said they should do and chewed me out in front of 5 or 6 people, complete with f-bombs, accusations, and general misbehavior right before a party.
True or false? Husband just worked himself into a froth because I didn't glow over the work he did on the house today.
True or false? A year later, my boobs finally look ROCKIN.'
True or false? I finally found the secret to clearing up my skin that has been in a violent revolt against me since last fall.
True or false? I met the Ukranian district governor in the backyard of my Oklahoman district governor (all Rotary...) last night and the experience of it charmed me beyond all reason and logic.
True or false? The Oklahoma district governor sand-bagged me in his kitchen about helping him form a hip, new Rotary club (a mile from my office and on my way home from work) for hip, young Rotarians. now I feel all young and hip.
True or false? Maybe this week wasn't a total wash.
For better or worse, it was all true. Plus, I got my Megan fix:
Thursday, June 19, 2008
still fat, gardening
So, remember all those rants about living green and eating local? Yep, I'm still trying. It doesn't mean that I make the perfect choice every day for the earth, but I sure do feel guilty when I make that bad ones. Like, every bottle of water I buy... guilt. Every time I drive in my van, alone, 12 miles to work... guilt.
But I offset it.
I am the proud owner of a garden. Sort of.
My dad was up here a few weeks ago sitting with one of the kids and he brought with him 4 tomato plant, 4 buckets, and 50 pounds of manure. With a little bit of wise placement, found objects to serve as tomato cages, and time invested, he gifted me with a garden. In my head I call it the ghetto garden.
When I drove him home the next day he was tilling over some lettuce plants. I stopped that bit of insanity and brought those babies home with me. Then he also gave me a pot of basil volunteers that he sprinkled liberally with a packet of basil seeds, just to seal the deal.
And look, I have tomatoes!
I'm also hitting the farmer's market every Saturday and buying stuff I'd usually buy at the grocery store. Plus, I'm buying stuff that I'd either never have the opportunity to buy at the grocery store AND a few things that are more expensive at the grocery store (which is pretty rare).
Things I've bought that are Oklahoma grown:
beets
peanut butter
arugula
lettuce
tomatoes
squash
eggs
onions
basil
dill
celery
Oh, and then last weekend we went to my great grandfather's house (where my aunt now lives) and picked blackberries. See:
Pretty cool to be picking berries with your children off bushes that were planted by your great-grandfather, a man you never met. Anyway, that's a snippit of my world.
But I offset it.
I am the proud owner of a garden. Sort of.
My dad was up here a few weeks ago sitting with one of the kids and he brought with him 4 tomato plant, 4 buckets, and 50 pounds of manure. With a little bit of wise placement, found objects to serve as tomato cages, and time invested, he gifted me with a garden. In my head I call it the ghetto garden.
When I drove him home the next day he was tilling over some lettuce plants. I stopped that bit of insanity and brought those babies home with me. Then he also gave me a pot of basil volunteers that he sprinkled liberally with a packet of basil seeds, just to seal the deal.
And look, I have tomatoes!
I'm also hitting the farmer's market every Saturday and buying stuff I'd usually buy at the grocery store. Plus, I'm buying stuff that I'd either never have the opportunity to buy at the grocery store AND a few things that are more expensive at the grocery store (which is pretty rare).
Things I've bought that are Oklahoma grown:
beets
peanut butter
arugula
lettuce
tomatoes
squash
eggs
onions
basil
dill
celery
Oh, and then last weekend we went to my great grandfather's house (where my aunt now lives) and picked blackberries. See:
Pretty cool to be picking berries with your children off bushes that were planted by your great-grandfather, a man you never met. Anyway, that's a snippit of my world.
Sunday, June 08, 2008
phase one
I've done all sorts of stupid things lately, like eating like there was no tomorrow and gaining 20 pounds.
Then losing 10.
Then gaining 5.
So, today I embark on Phase One of the South Beach Diet, otherwise known as the days of endless eggs. Eggs! And sugar-free pudding! And water!
Almost none of my summer clothing fit properly and today I wore "fat clothes" to work. Thank goodness I held onto that one black dress that got massively too big for me 2 summers ago. I hope that in two weeks it can go back into hibernation. And I hope that in two weeks those dozen summer dresses that I love will be back in heavy rotation.
Part of the problem is that I have been unusually tired this week. Pregnant tired. (NOT THAT THAT IS A POSSIBILITY.) I guess the trip is catching up with me and all this unhealthy living is catching up with me, too. I gotta get back into a fitness routine that goes beyond kicking total ass on the Wii Fit. (Dude... can I hoola hoop!)
I want to join a gym but am afraid of wasting money..........
__________________
I started this post last Monday. I did actually follow through with week 1 of South Beach. By Friday morning I was down 10 pounds. Then I went out Friday night with the DH and ate and drank like it was Roman times. Except no one fed me grapes.
Back on the wagon yesterday, with the exception of the bowl of ice cream last night.
I'm actually feeling pretty good about my drive on this latest round of weight-loss. I still wish I weren't so tired, but I've also skipped the gym membership up until now. For some reason I'm really dragging my feet on this and for no good reason. Hmph. I'm eager to either get started with it or discover why I'm dragging my feet. Perhaps an even better opportunity for fitness will appear!
Then losing 10.
Then gaining 5.
So, today I embark on Phase One of the South Beach Diet, otherwise known as the days of endless eggs. Eggs! And sugar-free pudding! And water!
Almost none of my summer clothing fit properly and today I wore "fat clothes" to work. Thank goodness I held onto that one black dress that got massively too big for me 2 summers ago. I hope that in two weeks it can go back into hibernation. And I hope that in two weeks those dozen summer dresses that I love will be back in heavy rotation.
Part of the problem is that I have been unusually tired this week. Pregnant tired. (NOT THAT THAT IS A POSSIBILITY.) I guess the trip is catching up with me and all this unhealthy living is catching up with me, too. I gotta get back into a fitness routine that goes beyond kicking total ass on the Wii Fit. (Dude... can I hoola hoop!)
I want to join a gym but am afraid of wasting money..........
__________________
I started this post last Monday. I did actually follow through with week 1 of South Beach. By Friday morning I was down 10 pounds. Then I went out Friday night with the DH and ate and drank like it was Roman times. Except no one fed me grapes.
Back on the wagon yesterday, with the exception of the bowl of ice cream last night.
I'm actually feeling pretty good about my drive on this latest round of weight-loss. I still wish I weren't so tired, but I've also skipped the gym membership up until now. For some reason I'm really dragging my feet on this and for no good reason. Hmph. I'm eager to either get started with it or discover why I'm dragging my feet. Perhaps an even better opportunity for fitness will appear!
Saturday, June 07, 2008
And I wonder where I get it...
A letter I found on my dad's desk.
Dear Guys,
It is so nice to hear from you regarding your mother, Name Protected. As I am sure you are well aware, I have had the pleasure of taking care of Name for 15-20 years now and have never, ever been able to convince her of anything, no matter how tactful I try to be at times. She decides to do her own thing and I cannot deter her. If you feel that there is something I should try to do better, please feel free to point that out to me. I have been trying to change her diabetic medications for the last 15 years and have not succeeded yet, nor do I anticipate success, but I keep trying. I have talked with her about her right leg and evaluating this and she defers on this. I really do not know how I can make this strong-willed woman do what I want her to do. I am very tactful (& persuasive*) person, but in her case I have failed over and over. Please let me know if you have any pearls that might be more effective in my job and I do appreciate your ongoing concern about your mother, as I am concerned as well.
Sincerely,
Small-town Doctor
*handwritten on the letter
Dear Guys,
It is so nice to hear from you regarding your mother, Name Protected. As I am sure you are well aware, I have had the pleasure of taking care of Name for 15-20 years now and have never, ever been able to convince her of anything, no matter how tactful I try to be at times. She decides to do her own thing and I cannot deter her. If you feel that there is something I should try to do better, please feel free to point that out to me. I have been trying to change her diabetic medications for the last 15 years and have not succeeded yet, nor do I anticipate success, but I keep trying. I have talked with her about her right leg and evaluating this and she defers on this. I really do not know how I can make this strong-willed woman do what I want her to do. I am very tactful (& persuasive*) person, but in her case I have failed over and over. Please let me know if you have any pearls that might be more effective in my job and I do appreciate your ongoing concern about your mother, as I am concerned as well.
Sincerely,
Small-town Doctor
*handwritten on the letter
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