Exercise

Exercise

Up until last year, I considered myself a runner. I ran practically every day, five to six miles a day. Then last year it got super hot so I started swimming laps. I hadn’t swam laps since being on swim team in my teens. A friend of mine in her 60’s with a rockin’ body (rockin’ for 60) got me into laps. She had a good routine going; 64 laps, then her husband would wait for her poolside with her favorite glass of Chardonnay. With that exercise routine she maintains a steady 116lbs with a 5’4″ frame.

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Work-Life

Work-Life

I can’t complain about work-life, except that not much work is getting done. My mobile office has become just too mobile. Luckily I was fairly productive in the spring, and still have some billings coming in from more prolific times.

I find it difficult to work in the summer with all the distractions; USTA tennis, intermittent Wi-Fi signal at our club, driving the kids around in a three-mile loop all day, and the rigid lap-swimming schedule I’ve put myself on. (I’m up to 90 laps – adding an additional four per week).

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Weddings

Weddings

Weddings are a time for young love, starting a new life and blissful ignorance. My third cousin who is in his very late 50’s or maybe even early 60’s recently married. My husband has not stopped asking, “Why the hell is he getting married now? What’s the point?” This is his first marriage and her second. They were married in a small chapel with my daughter standing up as the flower girl, wearing a chartreuse headband and sash I frantically created the morning of the wedding by spray dying, blowdrying, glue-gunning and sewing flowers I had bought from Michaels.

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Things My Kids Say

My 10-year old is capable of firing off 30-40 questions a minute. And there is no point during the day when the spray of questions cease. She also possesses keener eavesdropping skills than the KGB. I often feel like a member of the mafia when trying to have a private conversation with someone on the phone; I’ve got the tv blaring, the sink and dishwasher running, and the deafening sound of death rock rising from Pandora.

“Who’s a pill-popper?” She walks in and asks. “What’s a pill-popper?”

“Nevermind.” I say.

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The Worst Idea

The Worst Idea

I have a slew of God awful ideas, ranging from things that can be remedied, to crappy ideas that are now permanent reminders of my poor judgement.

Among the many, less innocuous poor choices I make is repeatedly letting my 11-year old con me into buying crap she never eats at the grocery store.

“Can we get this mom, I tried this at so-and-so’s house and I love this.”

She loves it for a day. It occupies needed space in the pantry for months until finally attracting moths, requiring the necessary disposal of most items in there. I recently purchased a carton of “Cookie Dough Cafe” she had seen on Shark Tank for the bargain price of $9.99.  After two spoonfuls on the first day we got it she realized it’s just frozen cookie dough. It’s homesteading in the freezer next to the two-year old Gogurts and Pancakes on a Stick.

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Training

Training

IMG_2805I’m always training…

Training to be a better parent, training to stop yelling at my kids, training myself to use my weight watchers app, training myself to close the cabinets, and now training for a half marathon.

Really the only reason I’m doing this is to create a serious calorie deficit. I’m talking a Haagen Daz Butter Pecan calorie deficit – the kind of deficit that allows you have a couple of drinks every night without looking like Mama June’s sister. Also, what about a couple of Girl Scout Cookies with my coffee? Can you belief those damn Trefoils are like two points each? I also have a weakness for those Ghirardelli Caramel squares. Those were off the shelf for a while in Nov. and Dec. and all you could get were the dark chocolate ones.  Any one else notice that? At 46, food and drinks consume my thoughts. I think about lunch before breakfast, and wait until 9:00 arrives so I can have a drink.

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TMFP

TMFP

Too Many Flippin’ Pets.

Death lessened the critter count our beloved pet family,  (the post-mortem toll is up to 12), but there are still too many critters in our house. We are the survivors of one dog, 12 fish, two geckos, one rabbit, a turtle (I almost forgot about), and several thousand insects the kids have trapped and abandoned in saran-wrapped covered Kerr jars. The dog of course is excluded from this categorization of “critters”. I like the dog.

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