Vacationing

We just got back from vacation and we had so much fun!

We decided to take a break from the cold and see mama and papa in Florida. Most would think of Orlando with the beaches, Disney, Epcot, and many tourists but this Florida trip was mostly country, only one day at the beach.

It was so great to visit with Mama and Papa. B was actually playing ball and coloring with Papa which was so great to see. He would blow kisses to them both and would run around talking to Bogie.

We were able to ride the 4-wheelers, learn to drive the tractor, and do a bit of front porch sittin.

B’s first time on a 4-wheeler was during this trip and even though you cant hardly tell with his facial expressions I think that he really enjoyed it. We found him climbing up on one when we were trying to leave for breakfast. Hey this kids no fool and knows what he likes.

The tractor was a treat for all of us. All 3 of us got to learn to ride it and B was even pushing mom and dad’s hands off the wheel because of course at almost 2 you already know how to drive. He watched Jerry across the street on his tractor and you could tell that he was thinking ‘wait you forgot me!’

The beach was great with some key lime pie, sand castle building, Frisbee throwing, sunning, and standing in the waves. Yes it was still a bit cold for me to get in any more than knee high.  I have a picture of B running up to grandpa with a huge hug in the water.

It was wonderful for me to see Jeff and B bonding because I don’t get to see that very much with our schedules. He is such a daddy’s boy and Jeff is such a wonderful father. I loved to see them looking out from the porch in the mornings, playing ball, running around, riding the 4-wheeler and tractor, playing in the sand at the beach, and saying hi Bogie hi duck. Some memories that I hope to never forget with time and aging.

One thing that I was glad to come home to…B having his own room and own bed. He either slept with us all night or ½ the night and I sure got to missing my alone time with Jeff and B is quite the bed hog.

Run Forest Run

For anyone who is thinking about, planning, training or running a race anytime soon read this article and try to run like a kid. And no I don’t mean arms flaying around like Phoebe on Friends.

http://www.ksl.com/?sid=23876743&nid=1010&title=5-ways-the-st-george-marathon-is-better-as-a-kid-than-an-adult&s_cid=queue-18

Get the word out.

I read this article and immediately had to post this.

I have lived a similar version of this with my ex with emails and phone calls. Many days I lived in fear based off of things that were said. Turning to the police I was told there was little I could do. I had to wait for him to threaten me and not just once but multiple times. What? How is someone knowing details that you don’t know how they could possibly know not be viewed as threatening?

Somehow I ended up being the one that had to change my life. Don’t answer your phone, don’t listen to the voicemails, change your phone number, change your work number, don’t answer his emails, and don’t respond to his letters, change your routine. Done, done, done, why am I the one that has to change my life because of his behavior? I pushed people away, lost friends and even myself.

This is VERY real and VERY scary! I hope that the laws change and that women (or men) do not have to be harmed before getting help. We all need to feel safe in our lives and when you experience this it will take a long time to get back to feeling secure. I know that I still look over my shoulder and question. And yes I do know the local police number by heart.

http://living.msn.com/life-inspired/tech-life/why-you-should-worry-about-online-stalking

Weight Lifted

I took a chance and no matter what happens now, I feel good about the situation.

A very long time ago I had a good girl friend at work. We had lunch together, we talked, and I felt like I could confide in her. I enjoyed being around her and was very interested in what she did day in and day out. I had expressed to her that I would be interested in learning what she did and we had talked about her teaching me so that I could back her up and if times they opened another position I could possibly get it with my additional experience. Well I had started to express to my manager that I would be interested in working in this position.

One day I went into this girl’s office, like I had done many times before, only to be met with a harsh comment. To her I was a “vulture.” Wounded hurt and upset, I listened to her apologized and turned and walked away. Even though we still work at the same place and have been in many meetings together our relationship never recovered. She never said anything to me, nor me to her, other than what was work necessary. Cordial to each other but definitely distant.

This has always bothered me for several reasons; I hurt someone I considered a friend, I hurt one of the very few girl friends that I have had, I didn’t know how to have prevented it, I didn’t know how to repair the relationship.

Today after looking across from her in a meeting I decided that I still very much wanted to have some type of repair and relationship with this woman. I did like her friendship very much while I had it. I would really enjoy having a girl friend again. (I only have family friends anymore.) That settles it, I thought, I will ask her if we can be friends.

After the end of the meeting I went into the ladies room and she was there. Perfect it is somewhat private so if she says no, no one will see me making a fool of myself.

Our conversation:

Me: Are you in a hurry to get to a meeting?

Her: No with a smile and stepping in from the doorway.

Me: I hope that this doesn’t sound too little girlish and I don’t really know how else to say this but can we be friends again?

Her: I didn’t know that you were concerned with that stuff.

We talked for a few short minutes and a HUGE weight is off of my chest. No matter what happens now whether we begin to talk more or if she teases me behind my back I feel at peace that I have attempted to make amends.

I still don’t know if I could have ever made her realize back then that I wanted to work with her and not replace her but I do feel better that I stepped up and was able to finally talk to her about it. I hope that I can continue with repairing lost friendships, forgiving, and letting go. I’m glad that I took a chance today.

1/3rd the way through

I am so glad that I can say that I am 1/3 of the way through my classes. This last class was on the fundamentals of economics and global business and my least favorite class. This next class is on economics and global business applications. I am not looking forward to it. But I’ve got to keep positive. It’s just another class. One more closer to my degree. One more closer to crossing it off the bucket list. One more closer to new doors and opportunities.

2/3^rd’s or 12 classes to go.

I am

Have you ever heard of I am statements? They are suppose to be inspiring things about yourself that you say to yourself to create positive energy and then you will become the “I am” that you are stating.

Watching TV a few weeks ago and I noticed that this individual (Twitch from So you think you can dance) has them tattooed on his arm. I am, I will, I deserve,

I am loyal.

I am kind.

I am a saver.

I am trusting. (I have to really put some energy into this one.)

I am beautiful.

I am strong.

I love doing this because it makes me feel so good saying them to myself.  I think that I want to incorporate some I deserves in there too.

I woke up this morning looked in the mirror and thought

Whose body is that starring back at me?

I do realize that as we age thing change, move, develop, sag, and sometimes ripple but whose body is that? Being pregnant does not help matters either.

I love my boobs love them being bigger. Women get them done to feel more womanly, sexy, and confident. I have had these thoughts before since as I have aged I seem to have the incredible shrinking boobies. High school I was a small C large B and now if I’m not pregnant I could buy a bra in the little girls section because I am barely an A. For those of you with more than me yes barely A is a cup size. I think that it is intended for a training bra but here I am wearing it. Long story longer being pregnant gives me these wonderfully sexy boobs that I love EXCEPT running, dancing, sleeping, golfing, among other things. Sorry they just seem to get in the way and now I want my little gals when I’m doing things and these beauties for clothes that fit better, and other times.

Other things that are now staring at me:

I have love handles! Yes love handles. How does that happen when you have a stomach sticking out?

I have cheese on my buttocks upper thigh area. Oh I miss the days of working my legs out to where I don’t want to sit because it hurts.

I have a stomach…a stomach that is more of a ledge when I’m laying down. Seriously! Normal size until my belly button then this magical lip onto a baby gut. And I look like I should be in the movie Alien when the parasite moves around. Pregnancy is WEIRD and labor is GROSS!! I don’t think its magical or beautiful.

My hips and knees look odd due to this phenomenon of motherhood. Hip are getting wider and my knees are now almost bending in. It looks really odd when I walk. Please see above note about this time in life being weird.

Where do these skin tags come from? I have had 1 for a long time now I have 3 WTH? I’m going to end up purchasing TagAway soon.

As I stare at this foreign body with my head I realize that I am both my mother and my father, thanks for those genes (yes this is sarcastic.), and yet neither I can blame for all of it.

I miss MY normal body.