Do You Know What Today Is?

I bet you don’t know what today is!  Have you looked at your calendar? 

I bet you think you know but you really don’t know. 

Yeah I know you see those little black letters but that is NOT what today is. 

Now don’t get mad at me because you are missing one of the best things ever about today.  It’s not my fault your calendar is lacking. 

Yep, I am a Little Miss Smarty Pants cuz I know what today is.

 

Want me to share!?

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Today is my dad’s 52nd birthday!!!  (told you that you didn’t know)

And why is this the best thing ever, well, over that other thing, you might ask?  Because my dad ROCKS!!!  He is a Texas rancher/Colorado farm boy all wrapped up in 1.  He is incredibly old-fashioned so you have no clue how tickled pink he was when I found Kevin.  Kevin would walk my dad’s mom out to her car and help her into it every time we were around.  My grandma used to tell people how much she loved Kevin because “he treated her like a queen.”  And when Kevin asked my parents for my hand in marriage my dad almost peed himself. The last four fiances hadn’t done that!!  (yes I said 4 … I can’t help that I’m well loved )

My father does have 1 flaw.  He is our walking ATM.  Why is that a flaw!?  Because he gives us kids way more money than he should.  Though not to me as much, but to my brothers for sure.  He has to have a good reason though.  At one time he was paying for me, my 2 brothers and my mom all to go to college!!  I still have no clue how he did that. But he didn’t get the chance to get a college degree and he felt that was very important so he wanted to make sure that we had the opportunity.

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Hee Hee.  I have to share this. My dad was born minutes from being a New Years baby.  He was born in the back of a doctors office which was common in that part of Texas since the closest hospital was in Mexico and the next one was hours away.  When the doctor showed my grandma her new baby boy she gave him back!  She told the doctor, “This is not my baby.  I have pretty babies.  This baby is too ugly to be mine.” 

The doctor firmly told her, “Now Mrs. W, you are the only one here having a baby, so there is no question that this is your newborn son.” 

Since there was no denying it she took her baby and went home a week or so later with my dad.  It was probably a good thing because in the years after my grandpa passed my dad was the one who took care of her the most.

Well, I hope you all have a great time celebrating that other holiday that occurs this evening.  As for my family, we are having a huge birthday dinner at my parents. 

One Smart Turkey

I heard Matty making his normal grunts and groans in his room this morning.  He will keep getting louder and louder until we tell him to get up and head to the potty.  I went into his room and flicked on the bedside lamp. But before I could tell him to go to the potty, he covered up his head, rolled towards the wall and said, “NO!  I’m sick.”

“Your sick Matty.”

“Yeah!  Sick. Real sick.”

I naturally pulled the covers down and looked for signs of vomit or bright green boogers smeared nearby.  Nothing.

“Why do you think you are sick?”

“Cuz I don’t want to.”

“What don’t you want.”

“Get up.  No.  I’m sick.”

I chuckled to myself and covered him back up with his blanket.  I figured I’d give him a few more minutes before I insisted on him using the toilet.  He must have felt the urge because about 10 minutes later he slowly emerged from his room and headed straight for the restroom.

Distracted…Not Me!

Well, okay maybe a little bit distracted. But I have a new project…ME! See not long ago I decided to see what my BMI is since I’ve had my surgeries. It was not pretty. It said (sigh): Your Calculated BMI is: 26.4.

What does that mean???

That means I’m overweight by the scale used by all docs, nutritionists, etc.  See…

• Normal weight = 18.5-24.9
• Overweight = 25-29.9
• Obesity = BMI of 30 or greater

Kevin is doing a smidge better than me.  His is 25.0 so he is right on the cusp.

So my distraction has been reworking what we put into our mouths and trying to fit in exercise so we can be healthier.  We both come from families that have a lot of problems with heart disease so this is really important to us. On top of challenging each other to be healthier I’ve joined a Biggest Loser contest at work.  It starts on Monday and ends April 5.  Each participant puts in $20 and at the end of the 3 months the top 3 losers split the pot .  Weight loss will go by percentage and not actual pounds to make it more fair.

If you don’t see me posting it’s because I’m trying to eliminate the bad stuff with the good stuff

Anxiety and Board Games

Sometimes it amazes me how something meant for enjoyment causes quite the opposite reaction.  That is how it is with Rachel and board games.

Rachel loves to play games with us.  Her favorite is card games.  But she likes board games too.  The thing is that she has a huge love-hate relationship with board games.  She has little patience with small details.  Setting up the board game is a trial in itself.  If she manages to keep her cool through that phase of it, then there is the challenge of learning a new game.  That involves time and patience which has already been tried with putting the thing together. 

It usually takes us weeks to actually start a round with a board game and finish it.  She will eventually have enough and can’t process anymore.  She will get sullen and frowny but she will still play.  She will start to sink deeper and deeper in her seat.  Once I realize she is gone and not coming back, I will ask her if she is done and would like to put it up.  She always says that she is done but the rest of us can continue on.  We never do though because it is usually her idea to start the game. 

And for some reason my family loves to give us board games for Christmas.  This year Rachel got Hannah Montana Mall Madness from my mom.  My mom is one of the most delusional individuals when it comes to buying presents for my children. This game is right up Rachel’s alley BUT it has a ton of setup and little pieces and little details.  On Christmas day while Rachel was watching a movie I went ahead and broke it down and set up what I could of it.  I read the directions as best as I could. 

Today we attempted playing it for the first time.  It is a really fun game once we get the gist of it.  But getting the gist of it is challenging to Miss Rachel.  I’m not too worried though.  I know eventually she will get the hang of it.  Unfortunately, it will take us quite a few tries and some frustration on her part.  We’ll get past it and she will love it.  Then next Christmas we will start again with some other new game.

Pondering…

Why is it when I’ve been sick, I lose all my blogging brain cells. Hmmmmm……

Gone, Away, Seperated, Missing, Gone

So I’m at work today.  I don’t want to be here.  I have no energy to be here.  I would much rather be at home with Kevin and the kids.  But nope.  There is a law that says that people can’t be away from their money for more than 3 days.  So all of us in the banking industry who used up their vacation time are at work. 

The only silver lining to this day is that I know next weekend I have a 5-day weekend.  I keep thinking of that and it gets me through this very slow moving, cold, windy day.

And it makes me feel really good to know that Kevin is home right now with all 4 kids and my 15 yr old cousin.  He gets time to bond with them and show them that he is just as capable as Mom. 

And of course I have a funny.  Rachel was whining about me working this morning.  I explained to her the law that states that people can’t be away from their money for more than 3 days.  Her response, “Isn’t that why they made ATM’s!”  My thoughts EXACTLY!!

merry xmas friends….