A Good Day

What qualifies as a good day? Is it a good start, a good end, or does it have to be good from start to finish? Maybe a good day is one that just wasn’t too bad. I believe today was a good day, but that is because Wednesday was a really good day for me. I’ve found myself to be unbelievably lazy, and I know it’s horrible because I’m setting that example for my kids. I try to keep the house in seemingly good shape, and what I mean by that is that I like to clean on the surface. I don’t personally own any elbow grease, and it doesn’t bother me to see a stain on the carpet. Wednesday I vaccumed, did laundry and did the dishes all while my kids were awake, mind you! I took a nap when they did, and quite satisfactorily (I’m not sure that’s a word). Today was a good day because I felt ambitious at work. Not in a all consuming kind of way, just a subtle initiative to help my boss. I love lists, and organizing things, and I don’t mind doing them over and over again. It’s fun for me, and even my husband thinks that is weird, but it’s okay. I’m a part time front desk employee of the YMCA, which means I’m everyone’s lackey. I like to compare myself to a General Practitioner; I know a little about a whole lot! When you want details, or if you want to yell I simply find the specialist. It’s nice to pass that off, but I do love it when I am able to completely answer any and all questions with positive reactions. I hope the members see joy in me, but it’s hard sometimes.

So, today my son bit the tar outta some kid in the child watch area because he’s got himself a little girlfriend who he doesn’t like to share. I’d say it’s a good thing he’s interested in monagomy, but I just couldn’t get past the swollen purple bruising on this kid’s arm. What do you do? The deed is already done, you can’t erase it. How do you explain the wrongness of it? I ended up making him sit by himself for the last 20 minutes that I was working, and it seemed to suffice. I thought we were past this stage! He’s 4 for crying out loud. Hopefully he’ll learn to better express himself and just knock the kid down instead of being that weird kid that bites. he he.

Published in: on August 31, 2007 at 2:13 am Leave a Comment

Weighing in…

So, that 5 pounds that I lost about 2 months ago…it’s back. I can feel a huge difference that I didn’t notice really when it was gone. Yes, some of my clothing fit better, but I didn’t realize how much better. It’s crazy how 5 pounds can cause so much damage. I’m totally not exercising or dieting, so I should have expected it, but you always hope that it just goes away and stays away.

On a happier note, I feel very inspired by our new service at church. Russell Cravens is the “speaker” and he spoke into my heart this week. I’m not where I need to be, but I guess that won’t happen until I get to heaven! I am inspired, though, and that is a good thing.

Published in: on August 29, 2007 at 10:30 pm Leave a Comment

The Whole Truth

Saturday morning was Mallory and Saul’s wedding. Mallory was beautiful, Saul was sick, the ceremony was short. Saul really did have a 24 hour bug, so he was feeling pretty yucky all day. I felt bad for him, but he looked like he was having a good time. Then around 2pm they headed out for South Padre. That is when my nerves started to kick in for my own trip. We all got home and I packed up until my friend called and said she was ready to go. We left Houston around 7pm, and arrived at our hotel in Dallas around 11:30pm. If you ever stay at the Holiday Inn Express off the Northwest Freeway, it is actually a very nice hotel. The continental breakfast was awesome, and they had a pool, and a weight room. It was very nice.

We crashed into our beds, with our alarm clocks set for 4:30am. The next day we were not auditioning; just registering. That means we would get our wrist bands and our seat assignments. We woke up and both felt equally exhausted as we got into the car to drive to the Texas Stadium for who knows how long. When we got there, it was pretty empty looking, and that was encouraging. We walked towards the registration tables, and as soon as we got up to it there was a spot open, so we didn’t wait at all. We got our wrist bands, and our seat assignments and that was it! Feeling elated with the ease, we drove back to the hotel just in time for the breakfast to open up. It was bacon and eggs, with various other yummy things. After we ate we went back to our room and slept for about 3 hours. It was awesome. After our morning nap we realized we have a whole day still with nothing to do. We discovered a Gallaria was in the area, so we mapquested it and made our way there. We both wanted to shop for an outfit for our auditions, so it seemed the only right way to spend our day…shopping! We ate a nice little lunch at La Cocina and then made our rounds on the 3 different levels. 3 hours later, with outfits plus in tow, we made our way back to the hotel. We ordered Chili’s to go for dinner and watched a movie to kill the time. When it came time to turn the lights off and get some beauty sleep, both of us tossed and turned for several ours before falling asleep. The alarm caught us at 3:30am, this time and we slowly rose and began to get ready. One hour later as we pulled into the stadium for the 2nd day in a row, we realized we should have gotten there earlier. There were probably 3,000 people there before us. Undeterred, we got in the line standing outside the stadium right up against the railing. That was at about 4:45am. Around 5:30 they told us we were not allowed to bring in any water or food or anything. So, we proceeded to eat our snacks and drink our water right then, because they were making it seem like it needed to be taken care of asap. Not long after we arrived the cameras started sweeping the crowds. We got right up in front of the crowd so when the camera passed us we were right there in front smiling and waving. At 7:30am, the line started making it’s way into the stadium, but there was a bag-checking station you had to go through, first. So, it wasn’t until 9:15 that my friend and I crossed that station. We stood outside for 4 1/2 hours; 3 of those hours with no food or water. We were asked to go straight to our seats, also, so we didn’t stop to buy any water or food. When we got to our seats they were informing the crowds how things were going to go down. We sang a crowd song, and shouted out some phrases and thrived off of the pulsating excitement. It wasn’t until about 10:30 that we bought water, which was $3 per bottle. Totally ridiculous, but what can you do? It was pay a lot, or pass out. By the way, Texas Stadium is only partially covered and our seats were in the lovely bright sunshine. There was no form of air conditioning, either, so it was pretty awful. After sitting there for about 2 hours, we ventured with the rest of the masses into the shaded hallways. We ate some nachos and Dr. Pepper around 12pm to give us sustenance. We kept looking out at the stands checking the progress of the auditions, but it was very slow going. We were the 9th section of 11 sections and each section was taking about an hour to go through, so you do the math. As the day progressed we started seeing quite a few people going by riding on the “medic-cart” because they were close to heat exhaustion. Around 3pm the powers that be finally decided they should probably start giving water away so they don’t look so bad, but you only got the free water when your section made their way down onto the field. Around 2pm the sun had moved off of our seats, so we got back to them and watched some episodes of Friends on my friend’s IPOD. Around 3:30 we split a hot dog as a final attempt to nourish ourselves without paying a fortune. And it wasn’t until 5:30pm that our section was called down to the field to audition. The pace was pretty steady from that point on. We lined up in groups of 4 and made our way to a line in front of a table with 2 producers/judges. We got assigned to a table with 2 women who looked like they were pretty ready to go home. I claim my rejection to be completely tied to their crankiness. They should have kissed my feet for not telling them off for making me sit in the hot day for 14 hours, but I wouldn’t have done that anyway.

I was pretty peeved that I got rejected, but I feel like I took it pretty gracefully. To be honest, I’m glad that I made the attempt, and I’m glad that I didn’t go any further. I was never sold on the idea of being on the show, but wanted to give it a try. Chalk it up to experience!

Published in: on August 16, 2007 at 10:57 pm Leave a Comment

Did I call it, or what? So what goes down in history as the biggest waste of my time, is American Idol auditions. I can’t really think of one single good thing about it. It was a 14 hour day of misery and disappointment. Then the producer has the audacity to look at me and say, I hope you come again next year. Please, I’m spreading the word as far and as wide as I can that this is a stupid waste of time and that no one should ever audition again. BUT, watch the Dallas auditions, cuz I got several camera close-ups! I’m wearing a green shirt with a yellow cami! I was really cute. When I’m not so peeved, I’ll describe the day in more detail; for now just remember 14 hours of misery.

Published in: on August 8, 2007 at 1:58 am Leave a Comment

OMG

Today is the big day, in more ways than one. My sister-in-law is getting married, and then I am driving to Dallas for the big auditions! I’m really nervous, but a lot of my nerves is about getting around a new place without Trevor. I will have a girl friend with me, so I won’t be alone, but it still makes me nervous. Pray for me, people! I’ll let you know around mid-week next week how they rejected me.

Published in: on August 4, 2007 at 12:26 pm Leave a Comment

Inflation: Healthy or horrible?

I fancied myself an economist yesterday and began debating minimum wage rising with my husband. He’s actually taken college courses, and thought I was being very uneducated in my opinion, but I gotta say, inflation being the sign of a healthy economy makes no sense to me. When you raise minimum wage, everything else goes up along with it, so the people who just got a raise are in the same exact position they were before they got a raise. When everything goes up, it’s called inflation. I call it materialism, but whatever. Has innovation helped us all that much, anyway? 100 years ago, people were still managing to live life happily. Now that we all have cell phones, we’re completely useless without them. I say innovation and inflation are part of the reason that we are all so selfish and impatient now. Marketing is all about drawing you in and making you THINK you need something, when in fact you are doing just fine without it. I guess I can’t eloquently express my thoughts on this subject, but it just seems silly for a plateau to be a bad thing for our economy. I’m tired of paying more money for the government to give away to to people who are living better than I do. If the government wants to help people who need better wages, pay for their freakin’ college tuition, why don’t ya!>!>! That will create a healthier economy.

Published in: on July 30, 2007 at 11:39 am Leave a Comment

Fitlynxx

The word that entitles today’s blog is one that I am growing to like. It is a software, of sorts, that is used on work-out machines. The Pearland Y has now acquired it on all our brand new equipment, and staff was asked to be the personal trainers guinea pigs for orientations. So, I got my own 5 digit pin number and use that to log in when I work out. There is a kiosk in the weight room that you log into, and it tells you where to go for your first machine. That machine has a little screen on it that you log onto as well. It then tells you the settings for your seat, the amount of weight to put, and it also has your range of motion set. When you hit top and bottom of your range of motion it counts your reps for you. When you’ve finished with that machine it tells you the next machine to progress to. It’s quite fancy. Oh, and you can manually log in cardio that you’ve done in just about any capacity. If you mowed the yard, it will count that! It’s pretty cool, and since I am trying out for AI, I need to drop some poundage before I go, but mostly to start some work out habits so if I end up working out in Hollywood, at least I won’t be starting at the beginning and look pathetic like I do now. I managed 28 minutes on the eliptical machine on Sunday because I was watching Braveheart the whole time. Another fabulous addition to the Y’s equipment is cable tv.

Yeah for technology.

Published in: on July 24, 2007 at 10:39 am Leave a Comment

I’ve decided to go for the American Idol thing. Mallory’s wedding is 11am on Aug. 4th, and the registrations start that day at 6am. So, we won’t even get to Dallas until 5 or 6 pm. This might seal my fate, but we will at least have tried. This is the update so far.

Published in: on July 22, 2007 at 1:11 am Leave a Comment

Seize the Day?

My husband wants me to try out for American Idol…yeah. I have all the pros and cons lined up in my head, too, but I can’t decide what to do. He’s got it all planned out; get in line, audition, WIN! Of course, it’s not that easy, but there is no detering him. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to write, either. tbc

Published in: on July 15, 2007 at 7:37 pm Comments (1)

Special Joys

Fathers’ Day is a special day, no question there. It is not the same as Mothers’ day, though. Mothers want to know they are appreciated and loved. Dads want the day to go their way, pretty much. There was no major rush to get to church exactly on time today; sports will reign on the TV, and sometimes a very special memory can be created. Today as we were about to leave church we were informed that it was beginning to flood and we could hear the rain and thunder. Immediately, the father’s all rush to play their roles of hero to the fair dame and her bonnie brood. For Trevor, however, his idea of playing the hero is showing our children joy in seemingly irritable circumstances. As we had collected all our chit’lins, we joined the throng of mothers and children under the ledge waiting for their knights in shining SUV’s. Trevor and I looked at each other, and he asked me what I wanted to happen. I simply said, “let’s run!” I allowed Trevor (who was holding Alton-our 14 month old) to get a head start since he had the “clicker,” then our almost 4 year old and I ran for it. It was a good 50 yards in pouring rain, and puddles. At the first step off the ledge you couldn’t help but laugh out loud with a goofy grin plastered on your face. As we jogged past all the SUV’s I noticed Dad’s smiling at us. I look at Corban’s face and see pure joy. I feel a pure joy in my own heart resonating throughout my whole body. This is a moment I will not soon forget, and probably won’t be able to adequately describe. As I jumped in the front seat I looked back at my boys and saw big smiles. Who cares if your Sunday clothes are soaking wet? Did you see how big his smile was? Did you hear his precious laugh mingled with my own? I had an opportunity to get annoyed and be in a bad mood, but instead I chose joy in God’s handiwork. Had my husband desired to rescue us like all the other Dad’s, I would have loved to let him, but HIS joy was in my letting go and being a little crazy. After looking at my boys, Trevor jumped in with a matching grin and all I wanted to do was grab them all and make another run for it!

Be a little crazy sometimes, moms…it does a body good.

Published in: on June 17, 2007 at 7:30 pm Leave a Comment