lame-o

i am highly uncomfortable today. the only thing worse than the first day after your first workout is the second day after your first workout when you are supposed to work out again. with all the sore muscles. and my triceps are jello. i suck. i have no upper body strength at all... maybe i really am a delicate flower! ha! pthbbt!

"personal trainer update" or "damn."

so ... after my new trainer left today, i went for a bottle of water. could hardly undo the lid. could barely lift it to my lips. almost fell down the stairs heading out to pick the girls up from school. i am WAAAAAAAAY less fit than i thought i was. seriously. he kicked my ass. but promises that in 2 weeks, i'll be starting to kick ass! as opposed to laying on the floor in the middle of my living room whining. :)

....THE NEXT DAY....

i won't lie to you - i'm a little stiff this morning. but not sore, so that's pretty great! i'm beginning to think i can do this! yay!

the rhythm is gonna get'cha

there's nothing like having The Girls back in school to demonstrate that my personal disciplines go to heck in handbasket over the summer! the regular practices of my day that keep me sane, keep the house running and ensure that i do all i've commited to do for other people fall into shambles. *sigh* i've been spending this week refinding my way...with moderate success. but today comes the big test... i am starting meeting with a personal trainer friend, who is going to whip me into shape. YIKES! i am equal parts excited and nervous, seeing as how his wife looked at me so pityingly when he & i made our first appointment. i think i may be getting into something i am unprepared for... ha! one day at a time, i guess...one foot in front of the other...

i killed james & lily

i am a bad secret keeper. terrible. i can't even keep my own secrets. i decide not to tell, to be discreet, and before you know it, i'm making grand announcements! doh! happy secrets are the worst! they bubble up in me like champagne! i guess i am a celebrater - i want to invite people into my joy and have a big, fat party.

so, with that in mind, you should all be very proud of me for my discretion and reserve. that's all.

consider it pure joy...

FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL! FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL! :)

oh, c'mon! you know i love The Girls - they are attached to my very heart! but there is something about seeing them happily ensconced in their respective classrooms and walking away knowing that i'm facing a day of peace & quiet, maybe even lunch out with my husband, that makes it oh, so sweet.

in addition to that, the goal of parenthood is to gradually release kids from your home into the world as secure & functional adults. first days of school are reminders of this, and are to be celebrated, not mourned!

now if you'll excuse me, i have some serious selfishness to engage in.

ha!

TGIS

thank goodness it's school!

only 3 sleeps, people! one more weekend, and then...SCHOOL DAYS! GLORIOUS, LIBERATING SCHOOL DAYS! we have met the teachers, bought the supplies, gotten new shoes, and all now even meg is chomping at the bit! oh, sweet school...

of course, talk to me in 3 weeks when kyra is crying over an hour & a half of homework (elementary school has gotten hardcore since i was a kid!) and meg is doing her homework half-assed because she is lazy, and i am trying to encourage them both while i do the dishes and sign permission slips and remind them to practice piano and answer the phone simultaneously. the hours between 4:30 & 7:30 are my least favorite/most stressful of the school year.

but lets not go there yet - 3 SLEEPS TIL SCHOOL!

the whimsy continues

so, it's been awhile since i had the time & presence of mind to post something of intellectual merit here... but then again, i figure the rest of the world is drowning you in things you need to think about, and so what's wrong with a little whimsy? like fork bracelets, and alpaca poop! :) and now, a story brought to us by yahoo "news".

apparently, realestate is very expensive in russia, promting couples who have divorced each other to continue living together. and one such couple recently found that wasn't working out so well. so, one night, while the ex-husband was sitting, NAKED, on the couch drinking vodka, the ex-wife lit his penis on fire. ha! tell me that doesn't make you chuckle a little!

#1 - how horrible would it be to be subjected to your ex in that manner - naked & drunk on your couch!?!

#2 - how drunk do you have to be not to notice that someone is lighting your crotch on fire!??!

#3 - is there any way this is not a justifiable crime!!??