On my way to the gym this afternoon an ambulance was coming toward us. In typical fashion, I pulled over to the left to make way. I don’t know why I did this because it’s not like he was behind me. But, for some reason I kept imagining the driver losing control and slamming into me. Silly thoughts, I know.
I get to the gym and we give the girl our membership number. People are huddled by the stairs, talking crying, one lady has her hand over her mouth. I didn’t understand what was going on until later. I went to drop Fiona off at the play room and thought nothing of it.
In the ladies locker room, throwing my stuff in a locker, I overheard a lady on the phone explaining how something horrible had happened. Yes, I was listening to her conversation. It was hard not to since she was sitting on the bench near the locker where I threw my stuff. I remembered to write my locker number down on my hand because my memory sucks when I don’t go to the gym on a more regular basis.
I got out, grab some water and asked somebody if everything was alright. They told me everything was great. Yeah, whatever. That’s why everybody was standing around crying and talking about it. I do get the fact that they have to be courteous and provide quality customer service, but come on.. we can all see that something happened.
I guess a man collapsed at the gym, turned blue, and died. How horrible. Nobody could help him. He just turned blue and rose to meet his maker in the sky. One minute he was working out and the next minute he was gone. I wonder if he had a relationship with Jesus. I began to close my eyes and pray for everybody that loved this man, his friends, his family, and the people at the gym that talked to him every day.
The situation got me wondering about what God’s plan is for me. I already know what part of his plan is for me, I just want to know about the rest. I’m a pretty patient person. I can wait to see what he has in store for me. I seriously need to read more of my bible. Oh and I’m not going to report my weight until I’m below 170lbs. That’s just the way it has to be.. for now.
This picture was taken on the day that Lauren went to homecoming. She went with Taylor, her boyfriend of four months. I know that they’ve been together for 4 months because every month that goes by she reminds me that they have a one month anniversary coming up. This week was their one month anniversary but I don’t remember exactly which day that was.
Lauren got a letter in the mail today. She was so excited when she opened it. I was excited for her. It said… Welcome to the University of Nebraska at Omaha! I am pleased to inform you of your admission to the university.
Now how AWESOME is That?
The cool part about this entire process is that she’s been accepted, she knows it and she’s not even finished with high school yet. She’s taken the ACT three times and is due to take it again in December. She’s at the top of her class out about 450 students and only needs to maintain or improve her GPA between now and the end of the school year.
A couple of weeks ago we went and had her senior portraits done. Speaking of which, I need to go and pick up the proof book and bring that home so we can check out all the pictures. Her senior cheer pictures have been taken and her graduation cap and gown ordered, along with commencement announcements.
Where has the year gone? Where have the last 17 years of her young life gone?
We enjoy ordering Chinese from time to time. We also have fun ripping into the Chinese Fortune Cookies. Here’s what they each said:
Hope for the best, but prepare for the worst.
It is impossible to please everybody. Please yourself first.
You will get an offer that will be hard to turn down.
I sure hope that first one wasn’t referring to election day next week. Whomever makes it into the White House will be the person that God allowed the way to be paved. It doesn’t mean it’s good or bad, it just means it was His will.
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By George I think she’s on the road to be fully and completely potty trained! FINALLY!
My SIL told me day before yesterday that she read an article in the paper about how if toddlers reach a certain point they wind up not caring if they walk around in a dirty diaper all day. They actually get used to it. So yesterday I made up my mind that Miss Kinsley was going to be potty trained before she turned three. I’ll admit, the thought that my two year old nephew was starting to get it was motivation too.
So yesterday when Kinsley woke up I filled her up on liquids and put her in big girl panties. I tried to get her to pee in the pot and she would not. So instead of letting her run around the house all day I made her sit on that pot. I told her she was not allowed to get up until she went pee. She was not happy with me as you can see!
So I set her up right here next to me on the floor by my desk. She sat, and sat, and sat all day. I gave her water and she sat some more. I gave her MORE water and she kept sitting. She tried to get up a couple of times but I caught her in time and sat her back down so she could sit some more. She cried and she whined and complained. It got to the point where she tired herself out and requested her Mama’s blanket. So I gave it to her and she sat some more.
I told her she could not get up until she went pee in the pot. She asked if she could have some gum and I told her not until she went pee in the pot. Here we are around 5:00 PM and she still has not pottied in the pot all day. She’s a stubborn little thing. At 7 PM that would make almost 12 hours of not releasing herself.
FINALLY she PEED!
I screamed and I yelled and I clapped and made this HUGE deal about how she went pee in the pot. I did the PEE PEE DANCE and she giggled and laughed about that. She said, “Mommy - can I have some gum now?” I was stunned. That’s all she wanted was that piece of gum. So I gave it to her and told her how proud I was of her and that next time she could put her poop in the pot too. She was excited.
Last night she peed again and before she went to bed she filled the big pot up full of poop. I think she was probably backed up from holding it all day. This morning she peed in the pot twice and she went to the pot by herself to put poop in it. She’s been wearing big girl panties all morning and going all by herself to the pot.
I’m so excited for her, for us and the thought of being done with diapers for good is an AWESOME feeling.
Even though I’m only down .5lbs from the last time I checked, I will take it!
Went to the gym again yesterday and worked out with my SIL. We have a pretty talkative good time when we’re together so I told her all about my weekend. Told her about a friend of 5 years having dumped me because we don’t agree on politics OR religion. Got her up to speed on the fact that I rode a mechanical bull this weekend too. BTW, if you ever need a good inner thigh workout, get on a bull and ride baby ride! LOL
Don (that’s my hubs) came running into the gym while we were walking and talking. You would have thought the house was on fire and he needed us to help him put that out. Turns out we had a family session with our counselor and Lauren that night at 6 o’clock and that couldn’t be rescheduled. So the SIL was nice enough to take the girls with her so we could hit the road and get to our appointment. We had a very good session. Ree seems to be in a good place. Her eating is under control and she is staying away from the peer pressure that she’s been experiencing as of lately. I’m so proud of her for making better choices for her life and for getting on a road to recovery with her eating. She has her whole life ahead of her and I couldn’t be prouder.
Ok, so I’ll wait a few days before I step on the scale again. My numbers are sure to be off because I still haven’t bought that new scale yet. But that’s ok. I am headed to the gym again this afternoon. Ree’s boyfriend is coming over for dinner. The guys finally came to start putting our roof back together. So we are super busy but it’s all good!
Many people are like garbage trucks. They run around full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger, and full of disappointment. As their garbage piles up, they need a place to dump it and sometimes they’ll dump it on you. Don’t take it personally. Just smile,wave, wish them well, and move on. Don’t take their garbage and spread it to other people at work, at home, or on the streets. The bottom line is that successful people do not let garbage trucks take over their day. Love the people who treat you right. Pray for the ones who don’t.
By George I think I’m losing weight. I supposed that’s what two weeks of going to the gym on a regular basis will do. If I can get down 2lbs every two weeks that would be losing weight pretty steady freddy. I think I’m starting to look thinner in my pictures too. My hair is getting longer so I’m excited about that. I think from here on out I’m just going to enjoy having long hair as I get closer to being 40.
Last night I went to a Bachelorette party out at the Stumble In here in Omaha. My gosh that place is so cool. They had a bull you could ride, US flag curtains, a live rock n’ roll band. It’s was just a blast! My friend Nisa is getting married next weekend. She’s such a cool girl and deserves that happiness and so does her little boy. She’s been a single Mom for a long time so I feel like I kinda share that sort of bond with her.
The only thing is I think she’d going to sue the gal that waxed her eyebrow and I don’t blame her! The wax was so hot that it left a scab on her eye brow and caused her other eye to become infects and to droop. All this happens 1 week before she’s supposed to be married. That’s a nightmare.
So I rode the bull at this Stumble Inn that we went to. THAT was fun. I’m going to post the pictures of the pary on Flickr, Myspace and Facebook. You’ll have to come and check those out when you get a chance to. It was so much fun.
