Too Fabulous for Words

Day 2

Uhm...ouch?

My legs and butt are sore.

Just did push-ups with the Mackster and am dying.

Am old.

The end.

This Just In...

Yes, I knoooooow, things look weird around here, but in keeping with my "out with the old and in with the new" spring cleaning schlamazzle, I decided to switch things up, rather than wait for my lazy ass to decide on HOW exactly my new design should look. I keep changing my mind and I am sure it is totally frustrating, so let's just use this look for the time being, mmmkay?

Last night, in a fit of delirium, in between making Philly cheesesteaks and roasted broccoli, I decided to sign up for our school team for a 5K run at the end of next month. It's for a great charity and I need some sort of motivation to jump-start my lackluster exercise routine. Mackie is going to do it with me, so we are going to train together, as well as some other friends from school.

Wheee! Let the injuries begin! Because, we all know that I have all the grace of a Snufflelupagus. A Snuffleupagus with a glass eye and a peg-leg.

So I've dragged out my sports bra and running shoes, both of which have been staring at me balefully from within my closet, but starting today, they will regret they ever had to leave the closet.

A DIGRESSION:

Because I am a big, fat stupid head, I totally forgot to wish my friend, Paqueenie, a happy birthday on Saturday. We've been friends for eight? nine? years and although she is fair-haired and a skinny hoar, she's also the funniest Aussie trapped in Minnesota (doncha know) that I have ever met. Happy late birthday, Cheryl. Here's to many more years of snarking on the befuddled, the zapped by dying batteries and the unfashionable.

*time warp*

OH, MAH, LEGS? THEY HURT.

What was I thinking?

Night, night and all that jazz. I gotta stretch this lazy ass before I turn into a peg-leg Snuffleupagus.

Spring Cleaning for Lazy Asses

(read: me)

After sleeping in gloriously late, I am spending the day today cleaning drawers, cupboards, the fridge and closets and cooking. The husbando is away all day in TO for some BBQ class, so it's just the kids and I getting jiggy with our inner Molly Maid.

So far I have taken the girls for a walk, cleaned out three kitchen drawers (Why do I own so many fucking wooden spoons?) de-cluttered my cookbook collection (Buh-bye Pillsbury "cook" books) and made shells with crispy pancetta and asparagus for lunch.

I also joined a local food co-op this morning. I went out yesterday with my friend and birthday twin, for our annual birthday lunch and w(h)ine-fest to Rest - Stone Road Grille, which is a fabulous local restaurant in the heart of wine country. We had a really great lunch which featured locally grown food and meats. I had the meatloaf sandwich (meaaaat looooaaaf) and a chef salad with duck confit and the cutest little quail's egg on top. DELISH!

Over lunch, we talked about our mutual love of food and cooking and how lucky we are to live in an area of great produce and local farms that specialize in the farm to table lifestyle. Over the past two years, well, almost three, cooking has become more than a necessity for my family. It has become somewhat of a passion for me, because even though there were days I couldn't eat what I cooked, the mere act of chopping and stirring made me happy and helped me forget how crappy I was feeling.

As time has gone by, we no longer frequent fast food or even many chain restaurants. My kids get excited about what's for dinner and less reliance on quick processed food has definitely helped us all feel better and more aware than ever before.

So I am hoping this co-op of organic meats and free range vegetables (hee) will inspire me to cook even more (new) family favorites. I have herbs growing in my dining room bay window and I am excited to pick up some heirloom tomato transplants next month.

For me, spring has always been about looking forward to the next year. Call it my Happy New Year. So today as I weed out my wooden spoons and too big t-shirts, I am not only removing the clutter from my mind, but also from my mind.*

Enjoy your weekend, kids.

*OHMAHGAWDTHATISTHEGAYESTTHINGIHAVEEVERWRITTEN.MYHEADISGOINGTOEXPLODEFROMTHEGAYNESS.

*kaboom*

Same As It Never Was

Blah, blah, blah. Yeaaah, I know. I've fallen off the radar. Again. I, of all people, know how muchly I suck. It would be great if I had a really awesome excuse, but sadly, I am too lame. I've just been busy with children and work and stuff that is really too boring to talk about.

But now, the sun is shining, spring is here and I am crawling out of my self-induced hibernation to say, "What's up, internet?"

Mmmhhmm, mhhhmmm, that's nice. Let's talk about me instead.

We just got home last week from our trip down South. We stayed in Lexington (lurve it there), then Atlanta for four nights and then we drove up into the North Georgia mountains to stay at Brasstown Valley Resort. We rode everyday while we were there, which thrilled the girls. They are both totally horse-crazy now and I am so excited because I get to ride too. Whee! Horsies!

 
Look at how stinkin' cute this miniature horse is at The Kentucky Horse Park.

  
Mackie on Rebel. He was a total brat and kicked my horse three times. Hee.

 
In the lead is Gerry. He was as Southern as can be and chock full of crazy stories. (Check out my exceptional posture.)

 
Mackie on Speckles. Yes, that's right I was taking pictures while riding through the mountains. Call me a multi-tasker.

 
We had a gorgy 3 room cottage at Brasstown Valley. There was a full kitchen so we ended up cooking dinner there, although their room service menu looked yum. The weather was sunny and springy while we were there, but the nights were cool, so we had fires at night. The pool at the resort was in the main lodge, so of course, the girlies went swimming everyday.

 

All in all, it was a fabulous get-away and judging by the four books I read whilst away, I'd say relaxing too. I'll be posting the rest of the piccies this afternoon (The mothership's stupido computer won't allow her to view them in her inbox, so I hafta post them online for her to view.)

Tomorrow is my 39th (SOB!) birthday and I am supposed to be working my little ass off today so I can hit the town with my friends and familia, but instead I am making a white bean barley and smokey ham soup out of Easter left-overs since it is rainy and cool here today. I've been cooking and experimenting with more and more whole grains lately and now I am addicted and adding them to everything.

I've been documenting and trying to (glamorously, dahling) photograph my new foodie adventures, so expect a new recipe section soon. I am working with a graphic designer on a new masthead because frankly, this place needs a make-over. And I need a face-lift, but that's a whole other story.

More soon, mah dear internets. I've missed your cute little face.

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Spending a gorgy day at Kentucky Horse Park in Lexington, KY.
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Weird Science

So it's been a week since I've been off wheat, and I knoooooow it's TOTALLY psychosomatic, but I feel so, so great. My brain fog has lifted, my stomach has been less cranky and I finally have some energy.

I cooked all weekend and I made muffins this morning. MUFFINS! I haven't baked in eleventy hundred years. My kids were totally weirded out.

The Mothership called last night and she is due to arrive in three weeks. THREE. Which reminds me that I have done dick all for months because of being sick and then getting the flu, so OHMAHLAWRD...EEK.

The reason she is coming this early is because the husband's grandmother is turning 100 on March 3. ONE HUNDRED, Y'ALL. And she still cooks and is totally coherent and just made of awesome. My kids are so very, very lucky to know her and be able to enjoy her company. I can only wish to be such a wonderful (great) grandmother.

This week I've got another girl date, yogaahhhh and lots and lots o' worky. Am so hoping that my good mood/great energy stays with me. Today I bought a new girlie planner and I spent a while filling in all my upcoming plans and it felt really, really organize-y and like my old self. (Remember Cheryl and Ann Marie? How we used to do that together every year?) I know it's gay, but all this energy just makes me so happy.

Am making plans to go South soon and am really excited. Need a break from this sad/sick/stupid cycle. Nothing says rejuvenation like hotel rooms, room service and wine on demand.

That's mah week, y'all.

File Under "B" for Boring

Have I mentioned how much I hate this stupid stomach business? Oh, right, I have. Well, on the weekend, I decided to give up wheat for a month, while I wait for all these test results to come in. I'm on Day Five and although I am still having cramps and that other unpleasant stuff, I am way more alert and not so damn tired. And this is after last night's shitty sleep because Emmie had a fever and screamed all night and the husband's phone rang a fafillion times.

But looky! I am up and awake! And that's all that counts.

So anyway, it's probably psychosomatic that I feel better, but at this point I will take what I can get.

Today, we are going to register Emmersen for SCHOOL. Real junior kindergarten for MAH BABEH. *SOB* [omggg, I can't wait! whoohoo!] I can't believe that she's going to school this year. She's been very ambivalent about the whole "school" thing, especially because she has it MADE here at home. Snacks whenever, pants on, pants off, no sharing, suhh-weeet. But I know she's going to love school, just like her older sister. The boys? Not so much.

The other day, Emmie and Mackie were in hanging out together in the bedroom and I suddenly hear Emmie belting out, "So I put my hands up, they're playing my song, the butterflies fly awaaaay," and I ran to get the video camera and then it was OVAH and I missed it, but holy fuck, it was the cutest thing. Am going to try and coerce Mackie into getting her to do it again just so I can video it.

Had a fab lunch out yesterday. A friend and I went to Mai Vi and we had the best summer rolls. They are so very yummy and I could probably eat them every day, although that would probably be a little weird, not that I haven't done weirder things.

Am trying to make plans to go somewhere, anywhere, as the sickness and the stress about work stuff is making my head explode (That's right, EXPLODE. It regenerates just like that dude from Men in Black.) But trying to finagle the kids and family members going to and fro and have I mentioned the Mothership arrives at the end of the month? GAH! GAH! GAH!  My head just exploded again.

I wonder if I can plan on being away when she arrives?

Probably not a good idea.

Question of the Day: Last year, the house across the street was sold and a young guy moved in and started renovating the fuck out of it. New everything. He did it while pretty much living there and having endless streams of his friends over. Every week, though, there is virtually NO garbage put out on garbage day, nor any recycling. The house just recently sold, so I am wondering, will the new owners find the basement buried in garbage? Is the backyard a landfill? Or do I have too much time on my hands to be so worried about my neighbor's garbage?

I am going to go back to fretting about whether my ninja-training classes are going to conflict with yoga.

File Under "B" for Boring

Have I mentioned how much I hate this stupid stomach business? Oh, right, I have. Well, on the weekend, I decided to give up wheat for a month, while I wait for all these test results to come in. I'm on Day Five and although I am still having cramps and that other unpleasant stuff, I am way more alert and not so damn tired. And this is after last night's shitty sleep because Emmie had a fever and screamed all night and the husband's phone rang a fafillion times.

But looky! I am up and awake! And that's all that counts.

So anyway, it's probably psychosomatic that I feel better, but at this point I will take what I can get.

Today, we are going to register Emmersen for SCHOOL. Real junior kindergarten for MAH BABEH. *SOB* [omggg, I can't wait! whoohoo!] I can't believe that she's going to school this year. She's been very ambivalent about the whole "school" thing, especially because she has it MADE here at home. Snacks whenever, pants on, pants off, no sharing, suhh-weeet. But I know she's going to love school, just like her older sister. The boys? Not so much.

The other day, Emmie and Mackie were in hanging out together in the bedroom and I suddenly hear Emmie belting out, "So I put my hands up, they're playing my song, the butterflies fly awaaaay," and I ran to get the video camera and then it was OVAH and I missed it, but holy fuck, it was the cutest thing. Am going to try and coerce Mackie into getting her to do it again just so I can video it.

Had a fab lunch out yesterday. A friend and I went to Mai Vi and we had the best summer rolls. They are so very yummy and I could probably eat them every day, although that would probably be a little weird, not that I haven't done weirder things.

Am trying to make plans to go somewhere, anywhere, as the sickness and the stress about work stuff is making my head explode (That's right, EXPLODE. It regenerates just like that dude from Men in Black.) But trying to finagle the kids and family members going to and fro and have I mentioned the Mothership arrives at the end of the month? GAH! GAH! GAH!  My head just exploded again.

I wonder if I can plan on being away when she arrives?

Probably not a good idea.

Question of the Day: Last year, the house across the street was sold and a young guy moved in and started renovating the fuck out of it. New everything. He did it while pretty much living there and having endless streams of his friends over. Every week, though, there is virtually NO garbage put out on garbage day, nor any recycling. The house just recently sold, so I am wondering, will the new owners find the basement buried in garbage? Is the backyard a landfill? Or do I have too much time on my hands to be so worried about my neighbor's garbage?

I am going to go back to fretting about whether my ninja-training classes are going to conflict with yoga.

Livin' La Vida Loca

*SCREEEEECH*

Wait, it's been HOW LONG since I blogged?

I'd like to blame it on the fact that I was abducted and forced to watch forty fafillion episodes of One Day at a Time and Maude or that I've been in a drug-induced coma because I've developed a huffing problem, but ALAS, I AM JUST THE LAZIEST HOOR ON THE PLANET.

*cough*

So, hmmm, quick re-cap:

Work, children going to and fro, one of the husband's stores burnt down, flew to Oklahoma to visit this hoor, went to Lexington, two birthdays, Christmas, got a virus, spent almost three weeks in bed, ear infection, more weight loss, children to and fro, stomach issues re-surge, xrays, labwork, test, watched 17 million epis of CSI, test, test.

So, yeahhhhhhhhh...

GOOD TIMES, BAYBEE. (Well, the Okie trip was the most excellent part.)

*TOTAL DIGRESSION: Don't ever try and search for @akaMonty's blog with the search term "brain soup" because Google will serve up (heh) a most disgusting image of brains delicately floating in soup. GAG.*

Anyway, over the past week, I caught my daughter's cold and I started to spiral back into WHYLORDMEWHYSICKAGAINBOOHOOPOORME and then I took some Cold FX (That stuff is made of teh awesome, interwebz) and I realized I need to snap the fuck out of my funk.

Over the past few days, I have been making plans! Making changes! And getting out of this rut. I have to get back into telling My Dear Internets my shiz and stop letting myself mull it over in the wee hours any more. I am so over insomnia. It's so 2000 and late.

I have to get myself healthy and get my life back. Remember when I used to lunch? Shop? Tolerate the husband's amorous advances? Make fun of stupid people? 

No?

Me neither. it's been too long.

Today, that ends.

I just signed up for a yoga class (SHUT IT) today. I need to get out and be around people. I'm not ready to get back into tennis, but I can certainly go to lunch and imbibe in the wine, so I haz made some plans with some girliez.

Am still unsure of what all these tests are going to reveal, but sitting around feeling sorry for myself is bad for my brain and for my skin tone. 

Which reminds me...mama needs some new shoes.

Livin' La Vida Loca

*SCREEEEECH*

Wait, it's been HOW LONG since I blogged?

I'd like to blame it on the fact that I was abducted and forced to watch forty fafillion episodes of One Day at a Time and Maude or that I've been in a drug-induced coma because I've developed a huffing problem, but ALAS, I AM JUST THE LAZIEST HOOR ON THE PLANET.

*cough*

So, hmmm, quick re-cap:

Work, children going to and fro, one of the husband's stores burnt down, flew to Oklahoma to visit this hoor, went to Lexington, two birthdays, Christmas, got a virus, spent almost three weeks in bed, ear infection, more weight loss, children to and fro, stomach issues re-surge, xrays, labwork, test, watched 17 million epis of CSI, test, test.

So, yeahhhhhhhhh...

GOOD TIMES, BAYBEE. (Well, the Okie trip was the most excellent part.)

*TOTAL DIGRESSION: Don't ever try and search for @akaMonty's blog with the search term "brain soup" because Google will serve up (heh) a most disgusting image of brains delicately floating in soup. GAG.*

Anyway, over the past week, I caught my daughter's cold and I started to spiral back into WHYLORDMEWHYSICKAGAINBOOHOOPOORME and then I took some Cold FX (That stuff is made of teh awesome, interwebz) and I realized I need to snap the fuck out of my funk.

Over the past few days, I have been making plans! Making changes! And getting out of this rut. I have to get back into telling My Dear Internets my shiz and stop letting myself mull it over in the wee hours any more. I am so over insomnia. It's so 2000 and late.

I have to get myself healthy and get my life back. Remember when I used to lunch? Shop? Tolerate the husband's amorous advances? Make fun of stupid people? 

No?

Me neither. it's been too long.

Today, that ends.

I just signed up for a yoga class (SHUT IT) today. I need to get out and be around people. I'm not ready to get back into tennis, but I can certainly go to lunch and imbibe in the wine, so I haz made some plans with some girliez.

Am still unsure of what all these tests are going to reveal, but sitting around feeling sorry for myself is bad for my brain and for my skin tone. 

Which reminds me...mama needs some new shoes.