AWKWARD AND AWESOME THURSDAY

Awkward


- Driving through the drive through and ordering a chocolate shake for the hubby and when the voice over the speaker comes back and asks "would you like whip cream on that?"  all I can "hear" is "sour cream". We then go back and forth for like 10 seconds about wether or not I would like sour cream on my shake...all the while my daughter is busting up and rolling her eyes as I have yet another granny moment.
- Driving my little one to school, waiting in the drive-thru drop off, waving to people and realizing when I    get back home that my hair is sticking up like a crazy woman.
- Having a crazy sharp edge on my big toe nail that keeps catching on the sheets but being too tired to get up and clip it.
- waving back to someone who's not waving to you.
- Getting another letter in the mail from the school about your son's tardiness. 
- falling back to sleep after you send all the kids off to school and waking up just in time to pick them up.


Awesome


- The trash being taken out without you having to ask someone to do it. (rare people..really rare)
- Friends who call you to share some of their good news.
- Realizing it's Friday when you thought it was Thursday all day.
- Buying a new pair of jeans with just the right amount of stretch in them.
- Falling back to sleep after you send all the kids off to school and waking up just in time to pick them up.  :)

Awkward and Awesome Thursday

Awkward:

- Getting to the step class at the gym late and having to go to the only empty spot in the room.  Right smack dab up front.  Don't mind me as I carry my step and riser thingys and set it all up in front of you.
- deciding halfway through the step class that you shouldn't have gotten the riser thingys.
- Only one tube of chapstick in the whole house. (not really awkward...just awful)
- Seeing someone driving the same car you own and thinking for a split second that someone has stolen your  car.  While.you're.driving.your.car.
- Calling the wrong number.  3 times in a row. Sorry lady. 


Awesome:

- When dinner is made and all but the dishes on the table are cleaned up and you're just waiting for everyone to get home to enjoy.
- Getting a new nail polish and discovering that it exactly matches the new shoes you bought.  I must love this color.
- extra cheese
- Knowing you don't have to leave the house all day.
- Clean socks.  Already put away in your sock drawer.

Guest blogger time!

Ladies and Gentlemen,  (well...ladies)  let me introduce my daughter Jordan.  She makes me giggle, chortle laugh and gafaw.  You should see her latin step instructor impression.  I die.

Livin the Vida Loca

Here is how my day started out:

Mom: "Jord, wake up. do you want to go do a Step Class at the gym with me?"

Me: "Yeah, totally."

(time elapses)

Mom: "JORDAN! are you not awake? we have to leave."

I then proceed to jump up and change. I brush my teeth. pull up my hair

and grab a piece of bread to eat. We are on our way.

Now, it's time for the Step class.

Just our luck. It has already started. The room is full of people and they all know what to do. Mother and I walk over to the corner and grab our steps and the (pardon my un-technical term) thingys to make the step thing higher. We then look to see where to go. Of course there is no room in the back. This is when I hear:

(insert your best Latin accent) "LADIES, LADIES. you can go anywhere. Come up here to the front." The instructor very loudly motions us to the front of the room. Let me explain this instructor. He is a latin man, probably in his mid forties. He has a microphone headset. (Britney Spears style)

and he sorta looks like this.

Okay, I kid. I kid. But by the way he was actin and groovin he might as well have been.

anywho..

I thought this was a step class. yeah. there was a step involved but this had to have been a Zumba Step class. The moves were all latin related. The people know: I have no rhythm. I just dont. There is a reason that I have been successful in avoiding the Zumba phase for so long. It is because i know i will look a fool if it is attempted.

Well, lemme tell ya. I couldn't keep up. Cha Cha? yeah. not a chance. I can barely cha cha normally peeps. add a step in front of me and it is just beggin for problems.

well bless his little heart but my instructor found me to be his little project.

He would move his step right in front of mine to try and help. and at one point we were sharing a step so that i could follow his moves. This was in a full room of people. ayeee

(Insert accent again): "5, 6, 7, 8 Lift your knee.. Yes or No?"

"Basic step. Yes or No?"

the man had a very sing-song sort of way of talking. add an accent and bam. I wish i could include audio. After almost every time he said something he would say, "Yes or No?"

ayyeee.. Well here comes the sad part.

Because of my only one piece of bread in my tummy, I started to get a little dizzy. My eyes started to black out and I knew it was cuz i was workin so hard and hadnt eaten.

Well, I said goodbye to momma and left that place.

The step is probably still sittin there.. sad and lonely. Wishin that its owner had more rhythm and a little more sugar in their blood. maybe i will go back to visit my step.. "Yes or No?"

                                                                           xoxo

Bieber fever turned cold

So what?

I've been a very naughty blogger.  Where have I been you ask?
Let me answer that question with a little ditty.  Once there was a girl.  This girl had a beautiful family and liked to take pictures of them.  Over the years she collected many, many photos. These photos ended up in a big box.  We're talking big box. Often the girl would attempt to "scrap book" said photos.  She would sit there with other ladies chatting and "scrap booking" for a couple hours and end up with one page done.  Who has that kind of time and patience?  This lovely girl decided that each page didn't need to be embellished with stickers and cut outs and such. She would let the pictures speak for themselves.  She decided to buy some nice leather photo albums.  10 in fact.  She would just slide the photos inside the waiting slots.  But...first she would have to organize the pictures that she had taken over the years in chronological order.  Sigh.


I've been around.  I've done stuff.  I've had a good time.  But I'm going to resist back tracking and just start anew.  I've got that big box to worry about and stuff.  That's enough for me.

Made with love and suckers!

Valentines for 25 1st graders.  Check!
 

(sorry about the poor picture quality)

Got the idea from HERE

xoxo

The renovation begins!

So My 40th Birthday is coming up.

 

 

In 51/2 weeks to be exact.

How did this happen?

Although thankfully a little wiser, I feel like that same girl at 17.  

Where did the time go?

All the other birthdays easily passed without any problems.  30 was a breeze.  I've never been one to care enough about my age to lie or worry about getting wrinkles early.

Why does this one feel different?  It seems that the closer it gets the more obsessed about it I get.  

Have I done everything I wanted to do "in my 30's"?  I know life doesn't end at 40 and I know that I've got maybe 1 or 2 (tee hee hee) good years left on this earth, but am I who I wanted to be yet? 

Am I on the path? 

I know I don't want to be fat and 40. 

(no offense to all my pleasantly plump and happy about it sistas)

I dreamed of being a "fit" young mom at 40.  Well "fit" I aint.  Fit left me at about 34.  Can I get it back?  Is there still time?  

What can I do with 5 1/2 weeks?

Well today was the first day of my  

"40 and fabulous" renovation. 

I'm exercising.

I'm eating well.

I'm reading.

I'm creating.

I'm trying to serve others.

I'm laughing.

I'm organizing.

I'm cleaning.

I'll keep you posted on my progress!

By the way.....big blowout bash or quiet get together with those I'm closest to?  Whatdaya think?

xoxo