Monday, August 26, 2013

Close call



George comes home tomorrow. In one piece I hope. Saturday he was three stories up on a building  with a bucket of cement in one hand and a bucket of water in the other. He had just put the buckets on the roof when the ladder slipped out from underneath him. 

He grabbed hold of the gutter and cut his finger up.  Ended up falling three stories and hurt his arms, and legs. Got scraped up, bruised up. But luckily walked away from it. 

He could have been hurt really bad. A three story fall is nothing to sneeze at. 

Glad he is ok. 





Friday, August 16, 2013

Love this group!


I have the best family. Ever. And we got to hang out at Lagoon this week. And I got to really be a grandma and watch my grandbaby on her first lagoon rides.

Awesome.

Fun.

The heat didn't hardly bother me. I was dreading the next day because I did a LOT of walking, and I picked baby girl up a few times which is a big no-no for my back. I thought maybe the next day I would not be able to move.

But I was just fine. My feet hurt. My back did not.

I wish the ones who were missing could have also come, but maybe next year. It was a lot of fun. And it's nice that I'm now not the ONLY Person who gets sick and dizzy on rides. NOW they understand where I'm coming from. Sort of.

And Baby Girl was a delight. She had lots of fun and even though she didn't get a decent nap she was a happy camper all day long.

Yep. Fun times. And it was David's 18th bday so we were able to get all together AFTER Lagoon and have some amazing cake, and play a game. (I didn't play but I will next time. It's hilarious).

Yep. Best. Family. EVER.

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

OW





I seriously have to go see my pain doc again. That's it. I'm done. Can't handle this. Sorry charlie. Over the counter stuff just does not cut it anymore. 

I haven't had strong pain meds in 5 years now. But I'm at the end. I have to have some. Not daily. But for when my pain gets to levels beyond my ability to cope. 

Like today.

Today would be a  good day for some serious pain meds. 



Monday, July 29, 2013

blew it. Blew it good.

I was off work for 5 days. I had tons of plans. I was going to go play with my grandbaby. I was going to exercise a lot. I was going to try some new recipes.

I didn't get to do much.
Hurt my back.
Had major stomach issues.
Spent a ton of money to try a new recipe and it was disgusting. And made me very sick to my stomach.

Didn't track my food like I am supposed to on the WW program.
Cheated. Not horribly, but bad enough (hence the tummy woes)
Did not exercise at all. Not even once. (My back was hurting too much. I was scared to make it worse).

I did, however, watch all FOUR seasons of "ParentHood" and laughed and cried. And cried some more. GREAT show. Glad Karin talked me into giving it a second try. I think Season 4 was one of the best.

Oh... and I gained a pound.

Wasted vacation. This week will be better.

Friday, July 19, 2013

Friday weigh in....

Another one bites the dust!

TWELVE pounds gone.

Whoooooooooooooooooooooooo

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

strange dream..... really strange.....

Dream
There was a long row of apartments, very old and very decrepit but people lived in them. I just moved into the one on the end (far left).
I hadn’t even looked through it, didn’t know what it looked like except the front room. The only furniture I had moved in was a chair and a TV.
I was watching TV and there was this bad fire that was threatening homes.
I opened the curtains in the room and realized the fire was directly across the street, and the homes that were being threatened, was my building.
I opened the door and looked out and there were tons of people there trying to help the occupants move their furniture out of the building and into the back yard to hopefully save it.  A fireman came to the door and was really irritated that I was there because he had been told nobody lived in that apt. I told him I had just moved in, that day, and none of my things were there yet except a chair and TV. For some reason he just seemed really annoyed with me like he didn’t want me to waste his time.
I looked outside and saw all the people dragging furniture out of the apt. beside me. It belonged to a young family with about 4 kids. One was just a tiny baby.
A part of me wanted to go out there and help these people but I was afraid I would hurt my back because I can’t lift anything. Plus, I didn’t know any of them as we had not been introduced yet.
The mom with the baby in her arms came over and asked to use my phone. I let her in and she also had a 2 year old with her. A little boy.
The little boy took off exploring and I was a little worried because I didn’t know if he could hurt himself since I had not even seen what was in the apt.
So I went around the corner to the kitchen and the floor was COVERED in dirt and leaves. Dirt and leaves were EVERYWHERE and there were all kinds of bugs and critters living in the kitchen!
The little boy had opened a cupboard and there was some creature that looked like a huge crab peering out of it. He was trying to grab it. I was freaking out because I didn’t know what it was. There was a snake, and bees, and mice, and bugs and spiders…..
The mom came around the corner and got him and I tried to talk to her and introduce myself but of course, she was in no mood to be friendly since she was trying to save her entire household. I apologized that the house was such a mess and that I had just moved in. I hadn’t even looked around yet and had no idea the kitchen was so bad.
She asked if I would watch the little 2 year old until her husband got there (that is who she called). I said ok.
I remember looking out at the backyard. Full of furniture. Lots of people. The fire was pretty much out across the street so they people had brought tons of food to feed the firemen and everybody and it kind of turned into a backyard barbecue.
I felt like I wanted to go out there and join them, but I didn’t know a single person and I hadn’t helped them at all. So I stayed in my apt.
It was getting darker and the little boy wanted to lay down and sleep. He seemed to know right where the bedroom was, so I followed him and he took me to the bedroom of my apt. There was no furniture in there, just a mattress on the floor. The floor in that room was cleaner though. So I let him lay down on it.
I was terrified to walk through the kitchen. There were so many creatures and that big black snake had disappeared and I didn’t know where it went.

Strange dream. 

Facing my fears

Huh. Never expected to say this.

I'm afraid to eat.

Not afraid to eat my little WW meals.

But I'm afraid to COOK my own recipes.

I'm a very good cook. I used to teach cooking classes for 5 years. I used to cater. I used to have my own cookie business. (out of my home).

I am a really good cook. And I use the "best" ingredients such as unsalted butter, and imported vanilla, and high quality flours....

All the stuff that tastes amazing to the tongue and lasts a lifetime on the hips.

And I'm not just talking about baked goods. I'm married to a Mexican and I can make a mean taco, burrito, enchilada, tostada, and the best beans in the family.

Being on W.W. has been very "easy" so far. The most thinking I have to do is pick out a box from the freezer. The only cooking I do involves hitting "HIGH" for 3 minutes.

So my kids and their spouses are coming over for our traditional Sunday get-together for the first time since I started this program.

I can't offer them frozen entrees.

I have to cook.

I even bought a W.W. cookbook full of recipes.

So why am I scared out of my mind?

I have to start cooking again eventually. It's not good for anybody to live on frozen meals all of the time. I get that.

So why....... am I just frozen in fear?

And how......... do I ........... get past this............ without blowing it?

I even thought about fixing them "their" food and then I fix my own frozen.

But.... I need to face this food fear and get over it.

I need to start cooking again.

I feel like this is a no-brainer....... but in my brain...... the red warning alerts go off and say "Danger Will Robinson".....

Psyche..... pfffft.