Archive | September, 2011

Miss Independent

22 Sep

Three is proving to be a challenging age. Sam has a mind of her own and is not afraid to express it. But I love that she’s spunky and not a shy little wallflower like I was as a kid. She’s perfecting her negotiation skills in determined attempts to eat cookies for breakfast and wear her underwear on her head to school. Don’t worry, I don’t let her do either. Usually. Her most used phrase lately is “I can do it MYSELF mommy”, and she says it with such conviction. I hope she keeps that confidence but channels it wisely.

 

 

Pretty great

8 Sep

Its been a pretty great week. An extra short one due to the holiday. The constant rain forced us to get a bit creative with the indoor activities with kiddo but we colored, pasted, painted, bowled, played indoor baseball, barbies, watched movies, ate popcorn, snuggled, danced, played balloon and on and on and on.

Things at the gig are shaping up a bit and I’m finding my groove. Sort of. Its good though. I had a heart to heart with the boss and got some good feedback and am feeling better about the path I’m taking.

The running, working out and eating better thing is still going well. Minus the massive amount of tacos I ate tonight but I’m not counting that. I’ve only lost about three pounds but I feel better so there is that. The running seems to have turned a bit of a corner and my pace is improving a little. I was in a wicked slump and was beginning to get disheartened and then you know what I did? I weighed myself just before a run and was so pissed at the number I saw that I had my best run ever. And the one after that was pretty good too. Today’s wasn’t great but I took it easy and still felt good about it. I’ll be doing a 5k on Saturday and just hope to improve over last month’s race time. Ab work and weights at the gym are making me feel stronger and stand straighter. My calories are down but I still need to work on getting more fruits/veggies. I am a slave to the carbs. Not good. But enough about that stuff.

I saw the Andy Warhol exhibit at The Frist last Friday and it was fabulous. I’m going again tomorrow to see what I can see. I love art museums. Much like libraries, they reek of peace of mind, thoughtfulness and creative energy. They’re just positive and inspirational places to hang out.

Tomorrow afternoon I’ll pack up myself and kiddo and head to my home county for a weekend of family, running, and a hotel room for a couple of nights. I’m hoping I can sleep in the same room with kiddo and that I can manage her and all our stuff and activities that we have planned. I imagine I’ll return home on Sunday exhausted but it should be an interesting time.

Adios for now.

people watching

1 Sep

I love to watch people. No one is as they seem. The news of Wade Belak’s apparent suicide this week reminds me of that simple and yet very complex fact. From all appearances a happy-go-lucky guy with a beautiful family, great career, the whole nine. And yet, some people just have demons that no one can fathom until something like this happens and we are just left to wonder the what’s and the why’s of it all.

And so I watch people and wonder about them. What are their lives like, where are they from, what do they do, why are they wearing that horrible outfit, etc.

Its not always such serious contemplating on my part. For example, yesterday at the gym I watched a Pilates class get out and a couple of very attractive girls exit the studio. But I didn’t watch them. I watched a nearby man watch the girls as they left. He didn’t see me but I saw his eyes rove, the lingering look. Boys are so easy. One day I’m going to catch the man’s eye after he’s leered a little too long and I’m going to let him know that he’s been busted. It makes me laugh because we’ve all done it, he’s just being human. Its just funny and interesting to be an outside observer in that little slice of time when someone else is being real.

I sometimes wonder if people watch me the same way. I think about how I see myself and I know that it’s different from how others see me. Kind of like when you hear your recorded voice and it doesn’t sound anything like what you hear when you talk. I’d like to think that I appear to others as the confident, sure of herself woman that I’d like to be but I don’t think that is probably the case. But that’s ok. Because really I guess it doesn’t matter how others see you, it only matters how you see yourself. Even if its a little blurry.

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