Sometimes I live my life by quotes. Do you do this? I am sure it's weird to think that someone else can say exactly what I feel, but whatever. So, I'm going to share with you the "Quote of the Day" from every day last week. It spells my week out without me really having to take the time to do so. Can you guess what I did each day? :) Here we go!
MONDAY: "If there were no schools to take the children away from home part of the time, the insane asylums would be filled with mothers." ~Edgar W. Howe
TUESDAY: "When women are depressed, they eat or go shopping. Men invade another country. It's a whole different way of thinking." ~Elayne Boosler
WEDNESDAY: "Life is an endless struggle full of frustrations and challenges, but eventually you find a hair stylist you like." ~Author Unknown
THURSDAY: "How doth the little busy bee
Improve each shining hour,
And gather honey all the day
From every opening flower!"
~Isaac Watts, "Divine Songs
FRIDAY: "Only Robinson Crusoe had everything done by Friday." ~Author Unknown
SATURDAY: "No day is so bad it can't be fixed with a nap." ~Carrie Snow
SUNDAY: "Play the music, not the instrument." ~Author Unknown
~Mel
Monday, January 25, 2010
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Heavy
Today just feels....heavy.
I have no idea what to say or how to help a terribly wounded friend who lost her mom to heart problems last night--heart problems that were just being looked at and that didn't really present an immediate threat. I want to hug her, cry with her, and just be there. Too bad she is 10 hours away and that's impossible for now. I am grieving a bit too, I guess.
I have about 99,000 things to do today, none of which include taking a nap.
Our Ireland trip is quickly approaching, and the OCD in me is showing up more often than not. In other words, I'm slightly panicking and not even sure if I have everything ironed out/lined out/bought/thought about.
All of these earthquakes happening around the world have me stirred up. No, I'm not having the typical "doom and gloom" feeling, I just think it's odd that there is this much activity under the earth's surface that is, for some reason, suddenly deciding to make powerful displays in strange places.
The people of Haiti remain heavy on my heart. Putting politics and money aside, these people are poorer than poor and suffering beyond anything I can even imagine. It actually boggles my mind.
I'm thankful for those surrounding me who love on me no matter what and have no interest whatsoever in spreading my misfortunes or bad judgments around the gossip circle. I feel sorry, though, for those who are being kicked while they are down. My problems are really nothing, I'm sure.
Trying to decide which organizations and people to give money to is almost suffocating. I can't help everyone, yet I want to.
I wish I could change the world.
~Mel
I have no idea what to say or how to help a terribly wounded friend who lost her mom to heart problems last night--heart problems that were just being looked at and that didn't really present an immediate threat. I want to hug her, cry with her, and just be there. Too bad she is 10 hours away and that's impossible for now. I am grieving a bit too, I guess.
I have about 99,000 things to do today, none of which include taking a nap.
Our Ireland trip is quickly approaching, and the OCD in me is showing up more often than not. In other words, I'm slightly panicking and not even sure if I have everything ironed out/lined out/bought/thought about.
All of these earthquakes happening around the world have me stirred up. No, I'm not having the typical "doom and gloom" feeling, I just think it's odd that there is this much activity under the earth's surface that is, for some reason, suddenly deciding to make powerful displays in strange places.
The people of Haiti remain heavy on my heart. Putting politics and money aside, these people are poorer than poor and suffering beyond anything I can even imagine. It actually boggles my mind.
I'm thankful for those surrounding me who love on me no matter what and have no interest whatsoever in spreading my misfortunes or bad judgments around the gossip circle. I feel sorry, though, for those who are being kicked while they are down. My problems are really nothing, I'm sure.
Trying to decide which organizations and people to give money to is almost suffocating. I can't help everyone, yet I want to.
I wish I could change the world.
~Mel
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Tell Her I Said Hi
*deep breath*
This post is both embarrassing and funny all at the same time. In fact, when speaking about this subject, I tend to get very boisterous in my hand gestures, and the tone of my voice goes up about 10 notches.
All of that being said, I have my little story to share with you.
As I have mentioned before, on December 17, 2009, we were involved in a car accident in Houston while visiting my brother (Josh) for the weekend. We had just finished up our almost 3 hour shopping trip at IKEA (oh, IKEA, how I love you so!), and the back end of my brand new Honda was packed with boxes of furniture for my brother's apartment. As I have already talked about, the man that hit us was a drunk driver going about 35-40mph coming off the freeway. We were waiting at a stoplight after just coming off the freeway ourselves. He hit us without even tapping his brakes--in fact, we are most certain he had fallen asleep or passed out at the wheel. Anywho, my car sustained no major damage, and Josh's furniture was just fine. Caitlin and Caroline were in the car with me and John, and Josh had Christian in his car in front of us. The accident occurred around 10:30pm.
Literally as soon as John and I got out of the car to check on the other driver and inspect the damage, a tow truck driver appeared. He had seen the whole thing and was there to help us in any way possible. John made the call to 911, and the paramedics were on the scene within 10 minutes.
As for the cops...
They were no where to be seen for an entire HOUR.
Yes, we were all frustrated and tired. The drunk man had become belligerent, and we were STILL sitting on the road. The drunk man's car was not drivable, and we didn't dare leave the scene. We wanted him arrested. There was a gas station literally feet from us, but no one moved. We just sat there...in the company of 2 paramedics and now 7 tow truck drivers (that's a story within itself--they were very cool guys) waiting for the cops...who didn't show up for over an HOUR.
Good grief.
When a squad car finally made an appearance, I was a complete emotional wreck. I had been crying, it was after 11:30pm now, and my oldest child was panicking and crying because she wanted the drunk man to just go away. Nerves were shot to say the very least.
A female cop approached John and advised him to get both me and himself back in to our vehicle. She assumed the drunk man was going to be difficult to deal with, and she wanted us to go ahead and move our vehicle into the gas station parking lot so they could come check out the damage and write up a report. We did what she asked. Roughly 20 minutes later, she and her partner (a male cop) showed up. John and I were bent down looking at the damage to our rear bumper when she approached me. She asked that I get back in to the car and let John deal with everything--apparently I appeared to be emotionally distressed. NOT. I did what she said, though, and sat in the car.
To make a very long story short, she and I did not get along from that point on, and it was not all my fault. She was hateful, rude, and just down right ugly. She even gave me crap over the fact that I was carrying concealed in my purse. Ridiculous behavior from a professional if you ask me.
It didn't stop there--she gave me trouble yet again. She came to my door and asked for the names of all passengers in the vehicle at the time of the accident. Mind you, I had sent Caitlin home with my brother--she was an emotional wreck and couldn't keep calm enough for me to think straight. And it was after midnight at this point. Plus she was tired. Anywho, I began giving the female cop everyone's names--me, John, Caitlin, and Caroline. She stopped writing, looked up at me, and questioned me as to Caitlin's whereabouts. Apparently the female cop did not see her in the vehicle at the scene of the accident, so therefore she "informed me" that she couldn't write down a person's name whom she had not personally seen in the car.
WHAT?!?
Oh good grief!!!
She had crossed the line with me. I was tired of being nice at this point.
Unfortunately, a small cat fight ensued.
Poor John--at the very moment I was being questioned by the female cop, he was coming out of the gas station restroom. He just happened to come up on me mildly freaking out and yelling at the cop who was not shy about yelling back. Thankfully her partner had seen Caitlin in the car, and he advised her to write Caitlin's name down and just go on with the report. She didn't want to back down and admit she was wrong, but after John and her partner made it abundantly clear that she was going to have to, she did. She huffed, walked off, got in to the squad car, and didn't come out the rest of the time.
It was insane!
Fast forward to this past Friday, the 15th of January....
John and I have been working on getting the drunk man's car insurance information for an entire month now. Yes, we know there was a holiday in there, but STILL. The Houston Police Department is not, by any means, on the ball. They have jerked us around for this long, and we had finally had enough. After all, my car hasn't even been looked at by a body shop yet, and we have chiropractic bills that will need to be paid.
John made a call to HPD on Friday morning, and after about an hour on the phone and 3 transfers to different departments, we were finally informed that we would need to speak to the officer who worked the accident and wrote the report if we wanted any information (since it was a felony for the drunk man, they are still investigating it and don't have to release anything to us--grrrr).
Great. So what they wanted us to do was talk to that super irritating female cop?!?!
Not. Cool.
I made John call her, of course. He had to wait until she was on duty (after 10pm Saturday night), but he did get ahold of her.
She was extremely nice on the phone. FUNNY thing here is, she remembered us. Yes, she remembered our entire case.
Oh for the love...
She said things like, "Yeah, I remember you. You were the firefighter. Your car didn't have that much damage, right? Well, I am almost positive I gave you that guy's insurance information--are you sure your wife didn't have it? She was a little upset that night, you know."
Seriously?!? A little upset?!? Yeah, lady. You didn't help that a bit.
After a few minutes of her reflecting on the wreck, she told John that he would need to call the accident division of HPD and request that information from them. If they didn't get it to us by the 21st of this month, she would personally go look it up and give it to us.
Wow, thanks for the help. Back to square one.
So John and I went to bed that night still frustrated and irritated. We would resume the calls to HPD the next week. And of course we talked about the fact that the female cop remembered every flippin' detail of our wreck. John said, "Wow, Mel. I don't know whether to be proud or embarrassed that you left that big of an impression on her." :0) Nothing like a good cat fight to get you in to someone's permanent memory bank, huh.
Around 12:30am on the 16th, we got a phone call. It was the female cop! She had gone to the records department and pulled our file. She was finally able to give us the information on this man that we had been waiting on for a solid month. I was so thankful---so thankful, in fact, that I could have given her a big hug. Ok, probably not. But I was thankful nonetheless.
John thanked her profusely for helping us. She replied, "You are totally welcome, sir. And please tell your wife I said hi."
~Mel
This post is both embarrassing and funny all at the same time. In fact, when speaking about this subject, I tend to get very boisterous in my hand gestures, and the tone of my voice goes up about 10 notches.
All of that being said, I have my little story to share with you.
As I have mentioned before, on December 17, 2009, we were involved in a car accident in Houston while visiting my brother (Josh) for the weekend. We had just finished up our almost 3 hour shopping trip at IKEA (oh, IKEA, how I love you so!), and the back end of my brand new Honda was packed with boxes of furniture for my brother's apartment. As I have already talked about, the man that hit us was a drunk driver going about 35-40mph coming off the freeway. We were waiting at a stoplight after just coming off the freeway ourselves. He hit us without even tapping his brakes--in fact, we are most certain he had fallen asleep or passed out at the wheel. Anywho, my car sustained no major damage, and Josh's furniture was just fine. Caitlin and Caroline were in the car with me and John, and Josh had Christian in his car in front of us. The accident occurred around 10:30pm.
Literally as soon as John and I got out of the car to check on the other driver and inspect the damage, a tow truck driver appeared. He had seen the whole thing and was there to help us in any way possible. John made the call to 911, and the paramedics were on the scene within 10 minutes.
As for the cops...
They were no where to be seen for an entire HOUR.
Yes, we were all frustrated and tired. The drunk man had become belligerent, and we were STILL sitting on the road. The drunk man's car was not drivable, and we didn't dare leave the scene. We wanted him arrested. There was a gas station literally feet from us, but no one moved. We just sat there...in the company of 2 paramedics and now 7 tow truck drivers (that's a story within itself--they were very cool guys) waiting for the cops...who didn't show up for over an HOUR.
Good grief.
When a squad car finally made an appearance, I was a complete emotional wreck. I had been crying, it was after 11:30pm now, and my oldest child was panicking and crying because she wanted the drunk man to just go away. Nerves were shot to say the very least.
A female cop approached John and advised him to get both me and himself back in to our vehicle. She assumed the drunk man was going to be difficult to deal with, and she wanted us to go ahead and move our vehicle into the gas station parking lot so they could come check out the damage and write up a report. We did what she asked. Roughly 20 minutes later, she and her partner (a male cop) showed up. John and I were bent down looking at the damage to our rear bumper when she approached me. She asked that I get back in to the car and let John deal with everything--apparently I appeared to be emotionally distressed. NOT. I did what she said, though, and sat in the car.
To make a very long story short, she and I did not get along from that point on, and it was not all my fault. She was hateful, rude, and just down right ugly. She even gave me crap over the fact that I was carrying concealed in my purse. Ridiculous behavior from a professional if you ask me.
It didn't stop there--she gave me trouble yet again. She came to my door and asked for the names of all passengers in the vehicle at the time of the accident. Mind you, I had sent Caitlin home with my brother--she was an emotional wreck and couldn't keep calm enough for me to think straight. And it was after midnight at this point. Plus she was tired. Anywho, I began giving the female cop everyone's names--me, John, Caitlin, and Caroline. She stopped writing, looked up at me, and questioned me as to Caitlin's whereabouts. Apparently the female cop did not see her in the vehicle at the scene of the accident, so therefore she "informed me" that she couldn't write down a person's name whom she had not personally seen in the car.
WHAT?!?
Oh good grief!!!
She had crossed the line with me. I was tired of being nice at this point.
Unfortunately, a small cat fight ensued.
Poor John--at the very moment I was being questioned by the female cop, he was coming out of the gas station restroom. He just happened to come up on me mildly freaking out and yelling at the cop who was not shy about yelling back. Thankfully her partner had seen Caitlin in the car, and he advised her to write Caitlin's name down and just go on with the report. She didn't want to back down and admit she was wrong, but after John and her partner made it abundantly clear that she was going to have to, she did. She huffed, walked off, got in to the squad car, and didn't come out the rest of the time.
It was insane!
Fast forward to this past Friday, the 15th of January....
John and I have been working on getting the drunk man's car insurance information for an entire month now. Yes, we know there was a holiday in there, but STILL. The Houston Police Department is not, by any means, on the ball. They have jerked us around for this long, and we had finally had enough. After all, my car hasn't even been looked at by a body shop yet, and we have chiropractic bills that will need to be paid.
John made a call to HPD on Friday morning, and after about an hour on the phone and 3 transfers to different departments, we were finally informed that we would need to speak to the officer who worked the accident and wrote the report if we wanted any information (since it was a felony for the drunk man, they are still investigating it and don't have to release anything to us--grrrr).
Great. So what they wanted us to do was talk to that super irritating female cop?!?!
Not. Cool.
I made John call her, of course. He had to wait until she was on duty (after 10pm Saturday night), but he did get ahold of her.
She was extremely nice on the phone. FUNNY thing here is, she remembered us. Yes, she remembered our entire case.
Oh for the love...
She said things like, "Yeah, I remember you. You were the firefighter. Your car didn't have that much damage, right? Well, I am almost positive I gave you that guy's insurance information--are you sure your wife didn't have it? She was a little upset that night, you know."
Seriously?!? A little upset?!? Yeah, lady. You didn't help that a bit.
After a few minutes of her reflecting on the wreck, she told John that he would need to call the accident division of HPD and request that information from them. If they didn't get it to us by the 21st of this month, she would personally go look it up and give it to us.
Wow, thanks for the help. Back to square one.
So John and I went to bed that night still frustrated and irritated. We would resume the calls to HPD the next week. And of course we talked about the fact that the female cop remembered every flippin' detail of our wreck. John said, "Wow, Mel. I don't know whether to be proud or embarrassed that you left that big of an impression on her." :0) Nothing like a good cat fight to get you in to someone's permanent memory bank, huh.
Around 12:30am on the 16th, we got a phone call. It was the female cop! She had gone to the records department and pulled our file. She was finally able to give us the information on this man that we had been waiting on for a solid month. I was so thankful---so thankful, in fact, that I could have given her a big hug. Ok, probably not. But I was thankful nonetheless.
John thanked her profusely for helping us. She replied, "You are totally welcome, sir. And please tell your wife I said hi."
~Mel
Friday, January 15, 2010
Yes, I Am Rambling
I am actually impressed with myself that I have blogged literally every day so far. Funny thing is, I never thought I would come back to bloggerland. Seriously. Our lives got completely crazy there for a while, and I was honestly too embarrassed and frustrated to blog.
That has changed, thank goodness.
I was finally able to get my college life straightened out today. After all, I'm 28 years old. You would think I would have at least had an inkling of what I wanted to be when I grew up, but no.
First, it was a dental hygenist. Then I moved to Respiratory Therapy. When that didn't pan out, I gravitated toward Criminal Justice. After finding out that the APD police academy is closed down until further notice (not enough money to train and hire newbys), I went with the ONLY thing that came naturally and had been a constant my entire life...I have now declared my major in Physical Education. I, for the first time EVER, am very excited about my choice. That makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside--I will be putting my efforts into something I enjoy.
Yay.
So after much working, tweaking, and talking, I've been given the opportunity to do an internship at Gold's Gym. After all, it IS my second home. :) It's a full semester of non-paid fun, but the payoff at the end will be great. And hopefully I can just slide right in to a job there.
Oh--and I've talked John into actually using his personal training certificate to use and apply at Gold's too. If I'm going to do this, I want him to work with me.
The NSCA (National Strength and Conditioning Association) Certified Personal Trainer exam was a KILLER. Seriously, I have never attempted something that hard in my entire life. I did the best I could--it took me 2hrs and 15mins to complete the exam--but in the end, I failed.
Yes, I failed. By just a few measly points. And I can't tell you how bad that hurts to admit.
There is good to come of this though. I can still be a personal trainer and do my internship. I will just have to retest after March 12th. This time, I'm going to Lubbock to take the computerized version so I don't have to wait 4-6wks for my results. I can get them instantly. Also, I've talked John into going with me and taking the test too! He is a WITS certified trainer, but I think we'd both be more satisfied with NSCA-CPT. The test I took has roughly a 54% pass rate, and only 2 out of 7 who took it this time passed. After saying that, I don't feel like such a loser. :( The mere fact that my instructor praised my training abilities gives me hope that I will one day have the certification I desire.
Our trip to Ireland is on the horizon! Just a few more weeks to wait. I am already semi-panicking. I seriously hope I've remembered to purchase or borrow everything we will need.
We still have no resolution on the car wreck we had in Houston on December 17th. Unfortunately, the man who hit us was arrested on a DUI (no, that's not unfortunate--just the situation is) so we can't get access to his insurance information, if he has any. Not knowing is holding up the repairs on my Honda. Waiting is a pain, but I'm at peace with it all.
~Mel
That has changed, thank goodness.
I was finally able to get my college life straightened out today. After all, I'm 28 years old. You would think I would have at least had an inkling of what I wanted to be when I grew up, but no.
First, it was a dental hygenist. Then I moved to Respiratory Therapy. When that didn't pan out, I gravitated toward Criminal Justice. After finding out that the APD police academy is closed down until further notice (not enough money to train and hire newbys), I went with the ONLY thing that came naturally and had been a constant my entire life...I have now declared my major in Physical Education. I, for the first time EVER, am very excited about my choice. That makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside--I will be putting my efforts into something I enjoy.
Yay.
So after much working, tweaking, and talking, I've been given the opportunity to do an internship at Gold's Gym. After all, it IS my second home. :) It's a full semester of non-paid fun, but the payoff at the end will be great. And hopefully I can just slide right in to a job there.
Oh--and I've talked John into actually using his personal training certificate to use and apply at Gold's too. If I'm going to do this, I want him to work with me.
The NSCA (National Strength and Conditioning Association) Certified Personal Trainer exam was a KILLER. Seriously, I have never attempted something that hard in my entire life. I did the best I could--it took me 2hrs and 15mins to complete the exam--but in the end, I failed.
Yes, I failed. By just a few measly points. And I can't tell you how bad that hurts to admit.
There is good to come of this though. I can still be a personal trainer and do my internship. I will just have to retest after March 12th. This time, I'm going to Lubbock to take the computerized version so I don't have to wait 4-6wks for my results. I can get them instantly. Also, I've talked John into going with me and taking the test too! He is a WITS certified trainer, but I think we'd both be more satisfied with NSCA-CPT. The test I took has roughly a 54% pass rate, and only 2 out of 7 who took it this time passed. After saying that, I don't feel like such a loser. :( The mere fact that my instructor praised my training abilities gives me hope that I will one day have the certification I desire.
Our trip to Ireland is on the horizon! Just a few more weeks to wait. I am already semi-panicking. I seriously hope I've remembered to purchase or borrow everything we will need.
We still have no resolution on the car wreck we had in Houston on December 17th. Unfortunately, the man who hit us was arrested on a DUI (no, that's not unfortunate--just the situation is) so we can't get access to his insurance information, if he has any. Not knowing is holding up the repairs on my Honda. Waiting is a pain, but I'm at peace with it all.
~Mel
Thursday, January 14, 2010
I Was Wrong
John and I have always had certain styles. He, the more rugged outdoorsy type--me, the more froo froo dressy uppy type (yes, I make up words).
During the time John was in basic training, I began exploring the world of jewelry and higher fashion. I decided that it was okay to wear a dressier shirt to places other than church. Novel idea, I know. Anywho, I bought several new articles of clothing and accessories, and when John got back, he would make comments on how he hadn't ever seen me "so dressed up."
Don't get me wrong. I totally frump out occasionally and wear sweats with a messy bun in my hair.
Anywho, I have always been the one to explore clothing and shoe options. Not that John hasn't known how, I think he just didn't really care to be cutting edge. After all, he is completely adorable any way he dresses. :)
Things have changed, my friends.
I think I was wrong--I'm no longer the cutting edge, fancy dressing individual in our household.
John lost a lot of weight (well, clearly basic training for 13 weeks will do that to a person), and since then he has been totally celebrating his new found--or new lost--body fat percentage. He can now wear things to accentuate his muscles and show off a nice physique. And who am I to be jealous?!?
Ok, I'm a tad jealous. And I CAN be. So there.
*ahem*
He has since begun picking out amazing collared shirts, rockin' ripped jeans, vintage style jackets, and even wearing his hair in a fauxhawk--all without my help!! The man now has like 7 pairs of shoes that even make me want to weep with pride. :)
Take for example our shopping outing today. We headed over to TJ Maxx to check out what's new in their neighborhood. Love that store by the way. They've totally updated the store and it looks amazing! Ok, so we spent an hour and a half wandering around with no children (thank the Lord for Mother's Day Out!), and when we met back up, I had a shirt and a pair of pants I planned on purchasing. I was trying to be frugal and not spend all of his hard earned money on yet more clothing. Let me just say there were probably 9 more items I wanted, but I restrained myself.
John had only found socks and some workout stuff. He was clearly ready to check out, because he reminded me 2 or 3 times that we had been in the store for over an hour.
Boo.
I questioned him. "Honey, did you not find a single thing in the entire mens' department that caught your eye?"
Obviously the wrong question to ask, for the response I got was, "Well, there were these couple of things. Come look and tell me what you think."
30 minutes later...
I found myself sitting in a chair near the fitting room talking on the phone to Mom and occasionally pausing to either give him a yay or nay on his clothing choices he was modeling.
I was SO WRONG. I'm now convinced he has more style in his pinky than I do in my entire body.
And yes, as I stated above, I'm jealous.
~Mel
During the time John was in basic training, I began exploring the world of jewelry and higher fashion. I decided that it was okay to wear a dressier shirt to places other than church. Novel idea, I know. Anywho, I bought several new articles of clothing and accessories, and when John got back, he would make comments on how he hadn't ever seen me "so dressed up."
Don't get me wrong. I totally frump out occasionally and wear sweats with a messy bun in my hair.
Anywho, I have always been the one to explore clothing and shoe options. Not that John hasn't known how, I think he just didn't really care to be cutting edge. After all, he is completely adorable any way he dresses. :)
Things have changed, my friends.
I think I was wrong--I'm no longer the cutting edge, fancy dressing individual in our household.
John lost a lot of weight (well, clearly basic training for 13 weeks will do that to a person), and since then he has been totally celebrating his new found--or new lost--body fat percentage. He can now wear things to accentuate his muscles and show off a nice physique. And who am I to be jealous?!?
Ok, I'm a tad jealous. And I CAN be. So there.
*ahem*
He has since begun picking out amazing collared shirts, rockin' ripped jeans, vintage style jackets, and even wearing his hair in a fauxhawk--all without my help!! The man now has like 7 pairs of shoes that even make me want to weep with pride. :)
Take for example our shopping outing today. We headed over to TJ Maxx to check out what's new in their neighborhood. Love that store by the way. They've totally updated the store and it looks amazing! Ok, so we spent an hour and a half wandering around with no children (thank the Lord for Mother's Day Out!), and when we met back up, I had a shirt and a pair of pants I planned on purchasing. I was trying to be frugal and not spend all of his hard earned money on yet more clothing. Let me just say there were probably 9 more items I wanted, but I restrained myself.
John had only found socks and some workout stuff. He was clearly ready to check out, because he reminded me 2 or 3 times that we had been in the store for over an hour.
Boo.
I questioned him. "Honey, did you not find a single thing in the entire mens' department that caught your eye?"
Obviously the wrong question to ask, for the response I got was, "Well, there were these couple of things. Come look and tell me what you think."
30 minutes later...
I found myself sitting in a chair near the fitting room talking on the phone to Mom and occasionally pausing to either give him a yay or nay on his clothing choices he was modeling.
I was SO WRONG. I'm now convinced he has more style in his pinky than I do in my entire body.
And yes, as I stated above, I'm jealous.
~Mel
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
This Many
So I think I mentioned earlier that we got a new kitten, right? His name is Gary, and he's absolutely adorable. After losing Bo almost 3 years ago, things haven't been the same around here. Yes, we tried to fill Bo's spot with a Yorkie named Basel. That didn't go completely as planned. Basel was a cutey patootey, but he was way too much work for this momma of 3. I just couldn't give him the attention he needed and deserved.
I never thought John would be up for getting another cat, but it was actually his idea this time around. Of course I took him up on it. :) All 3 of our babies are animal lovers, and naturally all 3 want to help take care of Gary.
The thing is, Caroline is what I like to call my "biggest helper." And I use that term loosely. She is slightly obsessed with Gary--whom she refers to as her baby.
Uggggg
She wants to constantly carry him around, feed him, hold him, choke him...you get the picture. Gary lives in our bathroom for the most part, simply because he's still little and we want him to get used to his litter box location and other surroundings before allowing him to run free in the house.
I've tried everything. I have even resorted to using "Mr. Sad Spoon" when she can't seem to get the message any other way. We have a discussion every single morning about this:
The cat is a BABY.
He can be hurt easily if we aren't careful.
He doesn't like being picked on.
We can't over feed him or he will puke.
The tail is not for pulling.
He doesn't need help down the stairs--he's perfectly capable of making it down on his own.
The collar he wears is not for small children to use as a means to pull him around.
Caroline seems to think that if I'm on the phone, the toilet, putting on my makeup, straightening my hair, or folding laundry then it's time to go see what Gary is up to. And she assumes it's totally okay to let him out of the bathroom. Someday I pray she gets it through her thick head that it's NOT OKAY UNLESS MOMMA SAYS SO.
This morning was no different.
We were on the Gary-letting-out-agenda by 8:30am. I think I told her no less than 6 times to come back down the stairs and leave the cat alone--for the love of all that's sacred in this world!
I had to have "the talk" again, and Mr. Sad Spoon was about to make his appearance when she casually said, "But Momma, it's okay. I'm this many (at which point she held up 3 fingers--just in case I had forgotten how old she is)."
Holy jeez.
What is the momma of an adorable but oh-so-ornery princess to do?
~Mel
I never thought John would be up for getting another cat, but it was actually his idea this time around. Of course I took him up on it. :) All 3 of our babies are animal lovers, and naturally all 3 want to help take care of Gary.
The thing is, Caroline is what I like to call my "biggest helper." And I use that term loosely. She is slightly obsessed with Gary--whom she refers to as her baby.
Uggggg
She wants to constantly carry him around, feed him, hold him, choke him...you get the picture. Gary lives in our bathroom for the most part, simply because he's still little and we want him to get used to his litter box location and other surroundings before allowing him to run free in the house.
I've tried everything. I have even resorted to using "Mr. Sad Spoon" when she can't seem to get the message any other way. We have a discussion every single morning about this:
The cat is a BABY.
He can be hurt easily if we aren't careful.
He doesn't like being picked on.
We can't over feed him or he will puke.
The tail is not for pulling.
He doesn't need help down the stairs--he's perfectly capable of making it down on his own.
The collar he wears is not for small children to use as a means to pull him around.
Caroline seems to think that if I'm on the phone, the toilet, putting on my makeup, straightening my hair, or folding laundry then it's time to go see what Gary is up to. And she assumes it's totally okay to let him out of the bathroom. Someday I pray she gets it through her thick head that it's NOT OKAY UNLESS MOMMA SAYS SO.
This morning was no different.
We were on the Gary-letting-out-agenda by 8:30am. I think I told her no less than 6 times to come back down the stairs and leave the cat alone--for the love of all that's sacred in this world!
I had to have "the talk" again, and Mr. Sad Spoon was about to make his appearance when she casually said, "But Momma, it's okay. I'm this many (at which point she held up 3 fingers--just in case I had forgotten how old she is)."
Holy jeez.
What is the momma of an adorable but oh-so-ornery princess to do?
~Mel
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Alrighty Then
Two posts in one day?!?
I know. Sorry, folks. I have a lot on my mind today, it seems.
This is a clarification post---I felt the need to re-share some things so not only can I quit thinking about them, but maybe some of you can REALLY hear my heart.
When I wrote the "Mel's Fitness 101" post, I was not in ANY form or fashion trying to push my beliefs on any of you. My blog--no apologies for what I write. Read it, take what you can use (if anything), and throw the rest away.
I will never, nor have I EVER stated that I believe any of you need to get your butts off the couch. That's just rude and uncalled for. If you heard me say that, then that's probably your inner man speaking the truth.
*ahem*
I have definitely become a more outspoken individual, but the circumstances of late have forced that out of me. I simply felt the need to write down what I think about fitness and the world's opinions on such, so I did.
I would encourage anyone and everyone even the slightest bit interested in the world of fitness to take the class I just finished---Personal Training at AC taught by Trent O'Neal--even if you never want to be a personal trainer. While I don't put Trent up on some pedestal, I do respect his knowledge on weightlifting, aerobic training, and overall total body fitness. He has several degrees and a boatload of ideas on how to improve one's physique, mind, and overall wellbeing.
And for those to whom it matters, he is a Christian.
My hubby is also one of the smartest people I know about fitness (yes, he is a certified personal trainer and has been for many years), and I'm sure he would answer any and all questions asked of him. In fact, for over 13 years, I've leeched on to him for support and answers when I was in the least perfect shape. He's a brain. Trust me on this. And his physique is not too shabby either.
And for those to whom it matters, he is a Christian.
My desire is to see people mentally, physically, and spiritually fullfilled.
When I worked with my client (the one I had for a grade during the class), I saw an amazing transformation---and I do not take the full credit for that. Yes, I designed programs for her. I met with her once a week for an hour--that's all I was allowed. I showed her the proper lifting techniques, helped her figure out the different machines, and encouraged her as best I could. She, however, was the main reason for her own success. She took the initiative, took what I taught her, and ran with it. She not only pushed further and harder than I ever expected, she took the knowledge and shared it with her boyfriend. Together, they are changing their bodies and feeling great. I could not have been more pleased or felt more rewarded.
That's why I am excited to be a personal trainer, folks. No other reason. I want individuals AND couples to work their hardest, push their bodies to the limits, make crazy pie-in-the-sky goals, and feel good about themselves!
So you want to run a 1/2 marathon?
DO IT!
Feel the need to lose baby weight?
RIGHT ON, SISTER!
Trying to recover from surgery or trauma?
IT'S TOTALLY POSSIBLE!
Just want to improve your health, longevity, and build muscle?
GET AFTER IT!
That all being said, I personally believe the world has preyed upon our natural desire to better ourselves. Christian and non-Christian authors alike have written TONS of books on fitness, dealing with both physical and spiritual aspects. Heck, there are probably 20 magazines right now at the store on just fitness stuff alone. The problem here is that 90% of the population has had no real training nor real understanding of all things fitness-related, thus they fall victim to whatever is written and put in an eye-catching package.There are a million and one diet plans, new fads, old wives' tales, and much more that we have to weed through to find even an inkling of truth. I know some of these authors/dietitians/trainers/etc have their hearts in the right place, but they also have a steady paycheck from the sales of their books. Like I said before, I have read probably 4-6 of these books. I own some of them still. I will admit, for a time, they made me feel good. But that's where it ended. All I ever did was feel good for a season, and then I was right back to being unhappy with my body all over again. I would go back to the store, pick out another book, and try again. Same result. Something inside of me just knew there was a better way to achieve inner and outer peace. The God of this world didn't try to make it a mystery that we can only discover if we read the right book or listen to the right CD. He put different fitness blueprints inside of us all, and I believe it's up to the individual to harness that and make it work. No book can understand you or how God made you. Sorry. Not gonna happen.
And if you don't believe in God, I am still of the opinion that you, too, have a blueprint inside of you as to what will make your body perform and look its best.
I can tell you right now...I will be honest with my future clients and not sugarcoat things. I will be a pusher. An encourager. A motivator. I will not accept "I can't" as a statement used in a conversation during workout time. I will ask them to set goals, and I will regularly check in to see how they are progressing. I won't let a client do an exercise incorrectly, simply because it hurts less to do it a sloppy way or because they don't want to put forth the effort it takes. Just not going to happen. And I will always rely on my darling kettlebells. :)
No personal trainer on this planet can push you hard enough. No book can make you feel good enough. There is no magic pill and no instant cure. No diet plan works everyday, forever and ever, as long as you live. Trust me. I know this from painful experience. Tweak it, work with it, and mold it. Make your flesh submit to YOU, not you to it.
Look, I follow my OWN rules. I do, however, take advice from many different sources in order to form my own rules, which I believe is highly necessary.
Now...about dieting. That is such a harsh word, isn't it? Not all diets work for all people. For example, my husband has been on the Atkins diet (on and off--he has occasional cheat days because, you know, he IS human) since the ripe age of 13. It works for him, and he is completely happy with it. NOT ME. I hated the Atkins diet. I feel like a grumpy, starving, jittery mess when I try to follow it--for even just half a day! I found that reducing caloric intake and not eating after 7pm works for me.
I am not ashamed to say that I did participate in the Nutrisystem weight loss plan. They deliver perfectly portioned, low caloric count meals to your door, and they also give you a guide that teaches you how to incorporate fruits, veggies, and other goodies. They teach you to eat what is available, but within reason. I lost over 40lbs following this plan, and I contribute much of my current knowledge of portion control to them. I know women who have gone to the Doctor's Clinic and been highly successful. There are others in love with Weight Watchers, Jenny Craig, South Beach Diet, etc. That's totally cool! If it teaches you the basics of how to harness your willpower, then I'm completely a fan!
Folks, this is what is boils down to: WILLPOWER. INNER STRENGTH. MIND OVER FLESH. Yes, it's great to love yourself, but do you really love yourself? I found that the more these books told me to do just that, the more miserable I was. I didn't love what I saw in the mirror until I chose to change and found the inner strength to do so. That doesn't come from a book. And don't EVEN get me started on weight loss pills...
I got my power back. I have the attitude that nothing is going to be impossible to me as long as I try my hardest and don't give up.
I love my curves and have a blast being naked with my husband.
*Yes, I wrote that outloud. Gasp.*
I do step on the scale on occasion, just to get an idea of where I'm at--especially if clothes are fitting tighter or I'm just not feeling like myself. Like around the holidays or that special time of the month. Bleh.
I encourage each of you to find that power within yourself. Stop searching for someone else's opinion on how you are supposed to feel in your own skin. Fancy words are no substitute for hard work, knowledge, and dedication.
And for the love of all that's sacred in this world, STOP comparing yourself to others. That is no good. Very bad. Stop it. You are you. End of story.
Again I say, do not be afraid to have an accountability partner. We all need them. And if you feel like you need the advice and encouragement of a personal trainer, that's what they are there for. If anything, they can show you new ways to work out so you don't get bored, frustrated, or embarrassed from lack of understanding of exercises or equipment. Too many times I see people join a gym, try a few things out, feel overwhelmed, and quit in a month because it's just all too much. Not cool. And it doesn't have to be that way, I promise.
FYI: Unfortunately, cardio machines are NOT going to really help you lose weight. They are great for building up the heart, but there are hundreds of other muscles in your body that need building up too. Lifting weights (either free weights or machines) will build those muscles, burn fat, and speed up your metabolism. John and I refer to people who lose a bunch of weight doing JUST cardio as "fat skinny people." Yes, they lost weight in lbs. Yes, they wear a smaller pant size. However, they are jello-y all over. No muscle tone, no definition. Skin over bones and fat. And yes, they have a bigger body fat percentage than someone heavier set that lifts weights. I have the data to prove that.
I am passionate about fitness. That will never change. I am also passionate about people. I just want to see them happy with themselves.
And I promise I won't write a book about it.
~Mel
I know. Sorry, folks. I have a lot on my mind today, it seems.
This is a clarification post---I felt the need to re-share some things so not only can I quit thinking about them, but maybe some of you can REALLY hear my heart.
When I wrote the "Mel's Fitness 101" post, I was not in ANY form or fashion trying to push my beliefs on any of you. My blog--no apologies for what I write. Read it, take what you can use (if anything), and throw the rest away.
I will never, nor have I EVER stated that I believe any of you need to get your butts off the couch. That's just rude and uncalled for. If you heard me say that, then that's probably your inner man speaking the truth.
*ahem*
I have definitely become a more outspoken individual, but the circumstances of late have forced that out of me. I simply felt the need to write down what I think about fitness and the world's opinions on such, so I did.
I would encourage anyone and everyone even the slightest bit interested in the world of fitness to take the class I just finished---Personal Training at AC taught by Trent O'Neal--even if you never want to be a personal trainer. While I don't put Trent up on some pedestal, I do respect his knowledge on weightlifting, aerobic training, and overall total body fitness. He has several degrees and a boatload of ideas on how to improve one's physique, mind, and overall wellbeing.
And for those to whom it matters, he is a Christian.
My hubby is also one of the smartest people I know about fitness (yes, he is a certified personal trainer and has been for many years), and I'm sure he would answer any and all questions asked of him. In fact, for over 13 years, I've leeched on to him for support and answers when I was in the least perfect shape. He's a brain. Trust me on this. And his physique is not too shabby either.
And for those to whom it matters, he is a Christian.
My desire is to see people mentally, physically, and spiritually fullfilled.
When I worked with my client (the one I had for a grade during the class), I saw an amazing transformation---and I do not take the full credit for that. Yes, I designed programs for her. I met with her once a week for an hour--that's all I was allowed. I showed her the proper lifting techniques, helped her figure out the different machines, and encouraged her as best I could. She, however, was the main reason for her own success. She took the initiative, took what I taught her, and ran with it. She not only pushed further and harder than I ever expected, she took the knowledge and shared it with her boyfriend. Together, they are changing their bodies and feeling great. I could not have been more pleased or felt more rewarded.
That's why I am excited to be a personal trainer, folks. No other reason. I want individuals AND couples to work their hardest, push their bodies to the limits, make crazy pie-in-the-sky goals, and feel good about themselves!
So you want to run a 1/2 marathon?
DO IT!
Feel the need to lose baby weight?
RIGHT ON, SISTER!
Trying to recover from surgery or trauma?
IT'S TOTALLY POSSIBLE!
Just want to improve your health, longevity, and build muscle?
GET AFTER IT!
That all being said, I personally believe the world has preyed upon our natural desire to better ourselves. Christian and non-Christian authors alike have written TONS of books on fitness, dealing with both physical and spiritual aspects. Heck, there are probably 20 magazines right now at the store on just fitness stuff alone. The problem here is that 90% of the population has had no real training nor real understanding of all things fitness-related, thus they fall victim to whatever is written and put in an eye-catching package.There are a million and one diet plans, new fads, old wives' tales, and much more that we have to weed through to find even an inkling of truth. I know some of these authors/dietitians/trainers/etc have their hearts in the right place, but they also have a steady paycheck from the sales of their books. Like I said before, I have read probably 4-6 of these books. I own some of them still. I will admit, for a time, they made me feel good. But that's where it ended. All I ever did was feel good for a season, and then I was right back to being unhappy with my body all over again. I would go back to the store, pick out another book, and try again. Same result. Something inside of me just knew there was a better way to achieve inner and outer peace. The God of this world didn't try to make it a mystery that we can only discover if we read the right book or listen to the right CD. He put different fitness blueprints inside of us all, and I believe it's up to the individual to harness that and make it work. No book can understand you or how God made you. Sorry. Not gonna happen.
And if you don't believe in God, I am still of the opinion that you, too, have a blueprint inside of you as to what will make your body perform and look its best.
I can tell you right now...I will be honest with my future clients and not sugarcoat things. I will be a pusher. An encourager. A motivator. I will not accept "I can't" as a statement used in a conversation during workout time. I will ask them to set goals, and I will regularly check in to see how they are progressing. I won't let a client do an exercise incorrectly, simply because it hurts less to do it a sloppy way or because they don't want to put forth the effort it takes. Just not going to happen. And I will always rely on my darling kettlebells. :)
No personal trainer on this planet can push you hard enough. No book can make you feel good enough. There is no magic pill and no instant cure. No diet plan works everyday, forever and ever, as long as you live. Trust me. I know this from painful experience. Tweak it, work with it, and mold it. Make your flesh submit to YOU, not you to it.
Look, I follow my OWN rules. I do, however, take advice from many different sources in order to form my own rules, which I believe is highly necessary.
Now...about dieting. That is such a harsh word, isn't it? Not all diets work for all people. For example, my husband has been on the Atkins diet (on and off--he has occasional cheat days because, you know, he IS human) since the ripe age of 13. It works for him, and he is completely happy with it. NOT ME. I hated the Atkins diet. I feel like a grumpy, starving, jittery mess when I try to follow it--for even just half a day! I found that reducing caloric intake and not eating after 7pm works for me.
I am not ashamed to say that I did participate in the Nutrisystem weight loss plan. They deliver perfectly portioned, low caloric count meals to your door, and they also give you a guide that teaches you how to incorporate fruits, veggies, and other goodies. They teach you to eat what is available, but within reason. I lost over 40lbs following this plan, and I contribute much of my current knowledge of portion control to them. I know women who have gone to the Doctor's Clinic and been highly successful. There are others in love with Weight Watchers, Jenny Craig, South Beach Diet, etc. That's totally cool! If it teaches you the basics of how to harness your willpower, then I'm completely a fan!
Folks, this is what is boils down to: WILLPOWER. INNER STRENGTH. MIND OVER FLESH. Yes, it's great to love yourself, but do you really love yourself? I found that the more these books told me to do just that, the more miserable I was. I didn't love what I saw in the mirror until I chose to change and found the inner strength to do so. That doesn't come from a book. And don't EVEN get me started on weight loss pills...
I got my power back. I have the attitude that nothing is going to be impossible to me as long as I try my hardest and don't give up.
I love my curves and have a blast being naked with my husband.
*Yes, I wrote that outloud. Gasp.*
I do step on the scale on occasion, just to get an idea of where I'm at--especially if clothes are fitting tighter or I'm just not feeling like myself. Like around the holidays or that special time of the month. Bleh.
I encourage each of you to find that power within yourself. Stop searching for someone else's opinion on how you are supposed to feel in your own skin. Fancy words are no substitute for hard work, knowledge, and dedication.
And for the love of all that's sacred in this world, STOP comparing yourself to others. That is no good. Very bad. Stop it. You are you. End of story.
Again I say, do not be afraid to have an accountability partner. We all need them. And if you feel like you need the advice and encouragement of a personal trainer, that's what they are there for. If anything, they can show you new ways to work out so you don't get bored, frustrated, or embarrassed from lack of understanding of exercises or equipment. Too many times I see people join a gym, try a few things out, feel overwhelmed, and quit in a month because it's just all too much. Not cool. And it doesn't have to be that way, I promise.
FYI: Unfortunately, cardio machines are NOT going to really help you lose weight. They are great for building up the heart, but there are hundreds of other muscles in your body that need building up too. Lifting weights (either free weights or machines) will build those muscles, burn fat, and speed up your metabolism. John and I refer to people who lose a bunch of weight doing JUST cardio as "fat skinny people." Yes, they lost weight in lbs. Yes, they wear a smaller pant size. However, they are jello-y all over. No muscle tone, no definition. Skin over bones and fat. And yes, they have a bigger body fat percentage than someone heavier set that lifts weights. I have the data to prove that.
I am passionate about fitness. That will never change. I am also passionate about people. I just want to see them happy with themselves.
And I promise I won't write a book about it.
~Mel
The 4 Letter Word
Over the past year, I have become...
feisty?
ornery?
loud?
obnoxious?
different?
harsh?
opinionated?
2009 was NOT my year to shine, as I have already eluded to before. Trying to get past a season that seemed to last for 10 years, not just 1, has been very taxing on my mind. 2010 can only get better, right?
Well, it seems as though I have changed. I was having a conversation on the phone with the mister last night (he's pulling a 48hr shift--oh the joy), and I was ranting and raving about a current upset in our lives that won't seem to go away. I was griping, carrying on, whining, and just being a complete joy to talk to *obvious sarcasm there*. I said something that I never thought I'd hear myself say: "John, unfortunately I'm beginning to hate...and I don't like that feeling."
Yup. I said it. The big, ugly, no-no word--HATE.
Since when did I decide to hate?!?
Is it a human I hate?
No.
Is it a situation/circumstances I hate?
Yes.
Hmmmm.....
So, I guess over the past year, I've become all of those things listed above.
And I'm a hater.
I'm a hater of disagreements, frustrations that never seem to disappear, close-mindedness, zero tolerance, and very bad behavior toward humans.
You know the good ol' saying, "Why can't we all just get along?" Well, why can't we? Why does life have to be filled with such ups and downs?
*Yes, I realize I'm using more question marks than anything in this post, but what can I say? Oops, I did it again...*
I want everyone to like me. I need approval of those around me. I have enough love to forgive and forget, so why is that not reciprocated? Uggggg, the torture.
You know what, in circumstances such as this (what John and I are dealing with), I think it's okay to be a hater. After all, no one wants to walk through life frustrated and miserable.
Lord knows I certainly don't. So I'm totally at peace with hating this. And hear me when I say I am NOT hating a person/persons. I simply hate the situation, for it makes me uncomfortable. I would give anything for resolution.
Is there a situation in your life that you are comfortable with hating? Not that I promote anger and whatnot, I just think it's occasionally okay to feel this way. And I also think there are seasons when the words "praise the Lord" don't roll off my tongue on a daily basis. That doesn't mean I don't listen to Him, I just...I just...I just don't know.
This, too, shall pass.
~Mel
feisty?
ornery?
loud?
obnoxious?
different?
harsh?
opinionated?
2009 was NOT my year to shine, as I have already eluded to before. Trying to get past a season that seemed to last for 10 years, not just 1, has been very taxing on my mind. 2010 can only get better, right?
Well, it seems as though I have changed. I was having a conversation on the phone with the mister last night (he's pulling a 48hr shift--oh the joy), and I was ranting and raving about a current upset in our lives that won't seem to go away. I was griping, carrying on, whining, and just being a complete joy to talk to *obvious sarcasm there*. I said something that I never thought I'd hear myself say: "John, unfortunately I'm beginning to hate...and I don't like that feeling."
Yup. I said it. The big, ugly, no-no word--HATE.
Since when did I decide to hate?!?
Is it a human I hate?
No.
Is it a situation/circumstances I hate?
Yes.
Hmmmm.....
So, I guess over the past year, I've become all of those things listed above.
And I'm a hater.
I'm a hater of disagreements, frustrations that never seem to disappear, close-mindedness, zero tolerance, and very bad behavior toward humans.
You know the good ol' saying, "Why can't we all just get along?" Well, why can't we? Why does life have to be filled with such ups and downs?
*Yes, I realize I'm using more question marks than anything in this post, but what can I say? Oops, I did it again...*
I want everyone to like me. I need approval of those around me. I have enough love to forgive and forget, so why is that not reciprocated? Uggggg, the torture.
You know what, in circumstances such as this (what John and I are dealing with), I think it's okay to be a hater. After all, no one wants to walk through life frustrated and miserable.
Lord knows I certainly don't. So I'm totally at peace with hating this. And hear me when I say I am NOT hating a person/persons. I simply hate the situation, for it makes me uncomfortable. I would give anything for resolution.
Is there a situation in your life that you are comfortable with hating? Not that I promote anger and whatnot, I just think it's occasionally okay to feel this way. And I also think there are seasons when the words "praise the Lord" don't roll off my tongue on a daily basis. That doesn't mean I don't listen to Him, I just...I just...I just don't know.
This, too, shall pass.
~Mel
Monday, January 11, 2010
Can I Borrow Some Sanity?
As I sit here, there are three C-named children playing in the background. Now, I am using the term "playing" loosely here, because there is a lot of screaming and fit throwing coming from the dining room.
Can I borrow some sanity?
I love, love, love being a stay at home momma. These 3 babies are my pride and joy! All 3 personalities are so different--maybe that's why they clash on a daily basis. Caitlin gets so tired of the drama from the 2 younger ones, Christian whines because he's being picked on by his sisters, and Caroline tries to rule the roost as if she's the biggest one around.
Oh yeah...did I mention we got a cat?!? He's adorable. We adopted him from the Humane Society (the pound), and he's about 12 weeks old. He is gray with beautiful green eyes. My darling husband and children decided on the name Gary (they named him after Spongebob Squarepants' pet snail named Gary). The problem here is that there are WAY TOO MANY HELPERS. Poor Gary--he gets carted around, watched, held, snuggled, moved, etc about 100 times a day.
Again, can I borrow some sanity over here?
In the place I'm at in life, Facebook and blogging are my escapes. I can shut the world out for all of 10 minutes or so and act like I can't hear the house falling down around me.
I love them all, I do.
Nights when Daddy is on shift seem to drag on forever. No one to really keep us all company, nothing to do. The gym passes some time, but after that it's a free for all.
Oh yeah, and then there's homework. Glorious homework. And it can't be started until the 2 smaller C's are tucked away in bed, because Lord knows they want to "help" too much.
*deep sigh*
I'm sure all of the moms out there feel this way occasionally--okay, maybe everyday too. Who knows? Am I alone? Do you ever ask for sanity?
Maybe I'll go fold a load of laundry to clear my head.
Or play with Gary. I'm sure he'd appreciate some adult love.
~Mel
Can I borrow some sanity?
I love, love, love being a stay at home momma. These 3 babies are my pride and joy! All 3 personalities are so different--maybe that's why they clash on a daily basis. Caitlin gets so tired of the drama from the 2 younger ones, Christian whines because he's being picked on by his sisters, and Caroline tries to rule the roost as if she's the biggest one around.
Oh yeah...did I mention we got a cat?!? He's adorable. We adopted him from the Humane Society (the pound), and he's about 12 weeks old. He is gray with beautiful green eyes. My darling husband and children decided on the name Gary (they named him after Spongebob Squarepants' pet snail named Gary). The problem here is that there are WAY TOO MANY HELPERS. Poor Gary--he gets carted around, watched, held, snuggled, moved, etc about 100 times a day.
Again, can I borrow some sanity over here?
In the place I'm at in life, Facebook and blogging are my escapes. I can shut the world out for all of 10 minutes or so and act like I can't hear the house falling down around me.
I love them all, I do.
Nights when Daddy is on shift seem to drag on forever. No one to really keep us all company, nothing to do. The gym passes some time, but after that it's a free for all.
Oh yeah, and then there's homework. Glorious homework. And it can't be started until the 2 smaller C's are tucked away in bed, because Lord knows they want to "help" too much.
*deep sigh*
I'm sure all of the moms out there feel this way occasionally--okay, maybe everyday too. Who knows? Am I alone? Do you ever ask for sanity?
Maybe I'll go fold a load of laundry to clear my head.
Or play with Gary. I'm sure he'd appreciate some adult love.
~Mel
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Mel's Fitness 101
Ha! Do you like the title of this one?!? :)
No, this is not another post from an obsessed woman about how you should be more like me.
Read the following, and then please comment, whether you agree or disagree. I love to get ANY form of feedback.
Dictionary.com defines FITNESS as: Good health or physical condition, especially as the result of exercise and proper nutrition.
With that being said, why is this world making it so darn complicated? I'll explain. When you walk in to a store--bookstore, Wal-Mart, convenience store, etc.--you are bombarded with self help books/videos/CD's on fitness. Everyone has an opinion on how to obtain the perfect body, mind, soul, and spirit. Unfortunately, some of the best known Christian authors are being sucked into the vortex of spewing fitness and nutrition guides, and they have absolutely NO TRUE UNDERSTANDING of what they are saying to women (and it's targeted toward women especially these days, because it feeds off of our insecurities).
I have read some of these books, and if you were to peruse my library here at home, you would probably find at least 4. The problem with all of them is this: yes, they make some valid points, but are they REALLY helping us? Do they know what Melissa Haskell eats, how she works out, how she even really views her body?? Do they know that?!? No. In my opinion, too many American women have been fed the b.s. that we are okay where we are and there is no real need to change. Be happy with what you see, regardless of how you truly feel on the inside. Take it one step at a time and celebrate whatever it is that God has given you.
Ok, yes. There is a very small piece of validity to that, but I choose to take it to the next level.
SET GOALS. It's okay to have a mark high in the sky that you are striving toward. And so what if it's considered an unrealistic goal? Let me just share from my own experiences here: I was told that no 5'10, 150lb (and YES, that is my real weight. I don't care who knows), size DD boobed, broad shouldered woman should run a 1/2 marathon. It would be too stressful on her joints since she doesn't have the typical "runner's body," and it would be foolish to have that goal, let alone actually attempt it.
I ran that 1/2 marathon--every second of it--and I am already preparing for my next one.
So there.
What if there was a "feel good" book handed out to every new contestant on The Biggest Loser that told them that if they would just get right with God, love and accept themselves, push away from the table, and get their butts into the gym once in a while then all would be happy and wonderful. Would that go over too well? No, because it's the same song and verse they've heard their entire lives. They came to the contest expecting more. They WANT to change, and what they see is not what they want to see forever. They come there asking for help, and what they get is a complete makeover--but not from a magic pill, a book, or a cream. It's HARD WORK and lots of it. They set goals, and sometimes they fall short. Does that mean they quit? No. They get yelled at and bossed around 24/7. Do they quit? No. Some get sent home, but the majority of the time it's because they pose a "threat" to the others--they are losing more weight, meeting goals quicker, etc.
I really hope this is all making sense.
John and I have been working out since we were in our teens. We work out together, which is very rare for couples these days. We bounce exercise/nutrition ideas off of each other constantly. We try new things, set new goals, talk through our frustrations with our bodies, and have basically found accountability in each other. That's a great way to be fit. Find someone who "gets" you. I guarantee that 99.9% of the friends/family members that you have pre-judged as someone that might ridicule or be too competitive with you are really the ones that want accountability too.
I would love to write a book on this, but it would honestly just be 1 paragraph long. And here it is for your reading pleasure:
"Fitness has become a bad word, even though it's associated with weight loss, setting goals, eating healthier, and finding that perfect balance between mind, body, soul, and spirit. We as women are strong. We don't need the world to tell us how to look--we already have our inner selves to thank for that. It's very simple: eat healthy, non-processed, balanced meals. Take the time to release the stresses of everyday life. Exercise, whether that be in a gym or in your living room. Pay more attention to how your clothes fit than to what a scale says, even though a scale can be a good indicator that things need to change. They aren't the devil, you know. Do your own research in books or on the internet, and see what the current standards of fitness are. They are there as guidelines, not commandments. Find an accountability partner that will be an encouragement, but will also not be shy to tell it like it is and give you that extra kick in the butt when you need it. Never stop trying. Go the extra mile, make HUGE goals, and push yourself. It's okay if you don't succeed the first time, but it's not okay to quit. God did give us an inner desire to better ourselves, so it would be wise to listen to what He put in your heart vs. what someone writes in a book. Do love yourself, but don't get too comfortable with what the world has to offer in the way of temptations. Don't punish yourself if you fail or feel miserable about yourself--it happens to all of us, I guarantee it. Above all, respect yourself and have a positive mindset. And do the extra 10 crunches that you've been avoiding each time."
I have had 3 children. I know what it's like to look in the mirror and not like what you see. Even though my sweet husband reminds me daily that he loves the way I look, I can always think of a way to improve. That's NOT BEING OBSESSED. It's being me. If he and I are obsessed with working out, then so be it. I will run those extra miles, do the extra crunches, and bench press the extra pounds to prove to MYSELF that I can do it. No one else matters when I'm in my workout zone. True story.
1/2 marathon: done
bench press my body weight: done
lose baby weight 3 different times: done
love my body NOW: done and then undone
changed goals/made new ones: done
Ladies, it's okay. Share what you've accomplished. Be proud of what a strong female you are, inside and out. Everyone has different desires. STOP the comparison game, because I can promise that you are only hurting yourself. I learned that lesson the hard way. Step up to the plate, take the hit, and run for the base. Never look back.
Fitness is a lifestyle change. It doesn't come from a self-help book, nor can a personal trainer always be responsible for guiding you in the right direction. Be uncomfortable. That's okay. And remember that fitness really is just one area of life--don't make it your main focus, but don't ignore it either. Then and only then will you truly feel good about yourself.
And just think of the money you save from putting down those self help weight loss books, pills, creams, and diet plans. It's enough to buy a new outfit! :)
"Fitness to me is not about a crunch or a push up, it's about taking your power back."
~Jillian Michaels (Biggest Loser trainer)
~Mel
No, this is not another post from an obsessed woman about how you should be more like me.
Read the following, and then please comment, whether you agree or disagree. I love to get ANY form of feedback.
Dictionary.com defines FITNESS as: Good health or physical condition, especially as the result of exercise and proper nutrition.
With that being said, why is this world making it so darn complicated? I'll explain. When you walk in to a store--bookstore, Wal-Mart, convenience store, etc.--you are bombarded with self help books/videos/CD's on fitness. Everyone has an opinion on how to obtain the perfect body, mind, soul, and spirit. Unfortunately, some of the best known Christian authors are being sucked into the vortex of spewing fitness and nutrition guides, and they have absolutely NO TRUE UNDERSTANDING of what they are saying to women (and it's targeted toward women especially these days, because it feeds off of our insecurities).
I have read some of these books, and if you were to peruse my library here at home, you would probably find at least 4. The problem with all of them is this: yes, they make some valid points, but are they REALLY helping us? Do they know what Melissa Haskell eats, how she works out, how she even really views her body?? Do they know that?!? No. In my opinion, too many American women have been fed the b.s. that we are okay where we are and there is no real need to change. Be happy with what you see, regardless of how you truly feel on the inside. Take it one step at a time and celebrate whatever it is that God has given you.
Ok, yes. There is a very small piece of validity to that, but I choose to take it to the next level.
SET GOALS. It's okay to have a mark high in the sky that you are striving toward. And so what if it's considered an unrealistic goal? Let me just share from my own experiences here: I was told that no 5'10, 150lb (and YES, that is my real weight. I don't care who knows), size DD boobed, broad shouldered woman should run a 1/2 marathon. It would be too stressful on her joints since she doesn't have the typical "runner's body," and it would be foolish to have that goal, let alone actually attempt it.
I ran that 1/2 marathon--every second of it--and I am already preparing for my next one.
So there.
What if there was a "feel good" book handed out to every new contestant on The Biggest Loser that told them that if they would just get right with God, love and accept themselves, push away from the table, and get their butts into the gym once in a while then all would be happy and wonderful. Would that go over too well? No, because it's the same song and verse they've heard their entire lives. They came to the contest expecting more. They WANT to change, and what they see is not what they want to see forever. They come there asking for help, and what they get is a complete makeover--but not from a magic pill, a book, or a cream. It's HARD WORK and lots of it. They set goals, and sometimes they fall short. Does that mean they quit? No. They get yelled at and bossed around 24/7. Do they quit? No. Some get sent home, but the majority of the time it's because they pose a "threat" to the others--they are losing more weight, meeting goals quicker, etc.
I really hope this is all making sense.
John and I have been working out since we were in our teens. We work out together, which is very rare for couples these days. We bounce exercise/nutrition ideas off of each other constantly. We try new things, set new goals, talk through our frustrations with our bodies, and have basically found accountability in each other. That's a great way to be fit. Find someone who "gets" you. I guarantee that 99.9% of the friends/family members that you have pre-judged as someone that might ridicule or be too competitive with you are really the ones that want accountability too.
I would love to write a book on this, but it would honestly just be 1 paragraph long. And here it is for your reading pleasure:
"Fitness has become a bad word, even though it's associated with weight loss, setting goals, eating healthier, and finding that perfect balance between mind, body, soul, and spirit. We as women are strong. We don't need the world to tell us how to look--we already have our inner selves to thank for that. It's very simple: eat healthy, non-processed, balanced meals. Take the time to release the stresses of everyday life. Exercise, whether that be in a gym or in your living room. Pay more attention to how your clothes fit than to what a scale says, even though a scale can be a good indicator that things need to change. They aren't the devil, you know. Do your own research in books or on the internet, and see what the current standards of fitness are. They are there as guidelines, not commandments. Find an accountability partner that will be an encouragement, but will also not be shy to tell it like it is and give you that extra kick in the butt when you need it. Never stop trying. Go the extra mile, make HUGE goals, and push yourself. It's okay if you don't succeed the first time, but it's not okay to quit. God did give us an inner desire to better ourselves, so it would be wise to listen to what He put in your heart vs. what someone writes in a book. Do love yourself, but don't get too comfortable with what the world has to offer in the way of temptations. Don't punish yourself if you fail or feel miserable about yourself--it happens to all of us, I guarantee it. Above all, respect yourself and have a positive mindset. And do the extra 10 crunches that you've been avoiding each time."
I have had 3 children. I know what it's like to look in the mirror and not like what you see. Even though my sweet husband reminds me daily that he loves the way I look, I can always think of a way to improve. That's NOT BEING OBSESSED. It's being me. If he and I are obsessed with working out, then so be it. I will run those extra miles, do the extra crunches, and bench press the extra pounds to prove to MYSELF that I can do it. No one else matters when I'm in my workout zone. True story.
1/2 marathon: done
bench press my body weight: done
lose baby weight 3 different times: done
love my body NOW: done and then undone
changed goals/made new ones: done
Ladies, it's okay. Share what you've accomplished. Be proud of what a strong female you are, inside and out. Everyone has different desires. STOP the comparison game, because I can promise that you are only hurting yourself. I learned that lesson the hard way. Step up to the plate, take the hit, and run for the base. Never look back.
Fitness is a lifestyle change. It doesn't come from a self-help book, nor can a personal trainer always be responsible for guiding you in the right direction. Be uncomfortable. That's okay. And remember that fitness really is just one area of life--don't make it your main focus, but don't ignore it either. Then and only then will you truly feel good about yourself.
And just think of the money you save from putting down those self help weight loss books, pills, creams, and diet plans. It's enough to buy a new outfit! :)
"Fitness to me is not about a crunch or a push up, it's about taking your power back."
~Jillian Michaels (Biggest Loser trainer)
~Mel
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Ireland And Longhorns
John and I did a crazy thing. We booked a trip to Ireland, and we leave in February!
I can't even express how excited I am about this. First of all, we desperately need the time alone and away from the children. The longest we've ever been alone is about 2 days. This time we will be gone an entire week! Of course I worry about little things like who's going to keep the littlest C during the day while we are away---but I'm sure it will all work out. I'm already going through my checklist:
Passports-check
Backpacks-check
travel locks-check
scheduling bill payments and mail holding-check
making arrangements for the pets-check
books about Ireland-check
pics of tattoos we want while we are there-check
(Mom, I threw that last one in just to get you. Of course we are more responsible than that! heehee)
I'm sure some of you can relate to my OCD mentality. It's just so hard to remember everything, and I certainly don't want to get over there and panic because I forgot my makeup or our Ipod chargers. Ugggggg
The fun part of this whole trip is that we will be backpacking during the day and then staying in the Ritz Carlton at night. I'm sure we'll get plenty of looks for that. Oh, and of course we'll be checking out the pubs. Ha!
I'm going to be reading up on Ireland for the next few weeks--I'm one of those who likes to be prepared when I travel. Ok, I haven't really ever "traveled" like this, but whatever.
Now, about the Longhorns...
As you can see, I do, in fact, own a burnt orange shirt. I do occasionally enjoy watching the UT Longhorns play during their regular season, but I am in no way a die hard fan. Something you need to know about me and John right now is this: Neither of us really enjoy watching sports on tv. There, I said it. We like to take in a Rangers game and would even like to watch the Cowboys play live, but to watch anything like that on tv is just not our thing. I will make an exception tonight, though, for the Longhorns. They are in the Rose Bowl, and it promises to be a good game. John is on shift so I think I'm safe to watch it. :)
~Mel
I can't even express how excited I am about this. First of all, we desperately need the time alone and away from the children. The longest we've ever been alone is about 2 days. This time we will be gone an entire week! Of course I worry about little things like who's going to keep the littlest C during the day while we are away---but I'm sure it will all work out. I'm already going through my checklist:
Passports-check
Backpacks-check
travel locks-check
scheduling bill payments and mail holding-check
making arrangements for the pets-check
books about Ireland-check
pics of tattoos we want while we are there-check
(Mom, I threw that last one in just to get you. Of course we are more responsible than that! heehee)
I'm sure some of you can relate to my OCD mentality. It's just so hard to remember everything, and I certainly don't want to get over there and panic because I forgot my makeup or our Ipod chargers. Ugggggg
The fun part of this whole trip is that we will be backpacking during the day and then staying in the Ritz Carlton at night. I'm sure we'll get plenty of looks for that. Oh, and of course we'll be checking out the pubs. Ha!
I'm going to be reading up on Ireland for the next few weeks--I'm one of those who likes to be prepared when I travel. Ok, I haven't really ever "traveled" like this, but whatever.
Now, about the Longhorns...
As you can see, I do, in fact, own a burnt orange shirt. I do occasionally enjoy watching the UT Longhorns play during their regular season, but I am in no way a die hard fan. Something you need to know about me and John right now is this: Neither of us really enjoy watching sports on tv. There, I said it. We like to take in a Rangers game and would even like to watch the Cowboys play live, but to watch anything like that on tv is just not our thing. I will make an exception tonight, though, for the Longhorns. They are in the Rose Bowl, and it promises to be a good game. John is on shift so I think I'm safe to watch it. :)
~Mel
Sunday, January 3, 2010
The Value Of Stuff
I learned a lesson this evening. This is not something I like to admit often, but I was clearly overreacting and it left a mark on my very soul.
So there's this vehicle--a 2010 Honda Pilot--and I doubt there is a more proud owner of a vehicle out there than I am. After all, it's more than likely the LAST vehicle I will purchase while our children are living at home. I picked out just the right package and options to fit our lifestyle:
1. Leather seats
2. DVD system
3. XM satellite radio
4. Rear back up camera
5. Retractable sunroof
6. 6 Disc CD changer
7. Rockin' wheels/tinted windows
8. 8 passenger seating
Basically, it has every bell and whistle I ever wanted on a vehicle.
I LOVE to drive this beauty, and it has actually taken me a while to even get used to the idea that it is, in fact, MINE. I've owned it for just over 2 months now, and I make sure to take extra good care of it.
That's where we get in to the lesson...
On December 17th, while visiting my brother (Josh) in Houston, we were involved in a collision. We had just exited a major highway and were waiting at the stoplight--completely at a stand still behind my brother's car, when a drunk driver slammed into us from behind going about 35-40mph. It was a horrible feeling. After the impact, my first reaction was ANGER. How dare some idiot rear end my new car?!? Oh jeez...how bad is it? Are we going to make it back to Amarillo?
Yes, of course I made sure all passengers (John, Caitlin, and Caroline were with me, and Christian was with my bro) were safe before I jumped out to give that stupid driver a piece of my mind. When I approached the other driver, I instantly smelled alcohol. That made me even more furious. I saw the front of his car first--it was totaled for sure. Then my eyes turned to my car's rear end. Amazingly, there was very little visible damage. My tow hitch (and of course my Father) saved us from what could have been a nasty crash, and the car has been perfectly drivable.
(Now don't get me started on Houston PD. They still refuse to release the man's insurance information, so my car has yet to even be looked at for repairs. But, that's a whole other blog in and of itself.)
For the past 2 weeks, all I have been able to think about is how mad I am at that driver for hurting my vehicle. What nerve! It was my perfect baby...the ultimate ride...my dream car. UGGGGGG!!!!!!
So tonight, as we were piling out of said vehicle to enter the Chili's restaurant for a relaxing family dinner, John hollered at me to come inspect the back of the 2nd row seat where Caitlin sits--Christian sits behind her in the 3rd row. Lo and behold, there were 16 tiny holes, the size of a penpoint all over the back of the headrest and upper back of the seat.
Oh.My.Gosh.
I came unraveled like a cheap pair of pantyhose.
WHO WAS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS ACT OF TREASON AGAINST MY VEHICLE?!?
SOMEONE WAS GONNA PAY AND PAY DEARLY!!
After much discussion with the children, we finally got the truth. Apparently, Christian got bored on the way home from Houston, and he decided to use the stylus from his Nintendo DS to do some hole punching in the seat.
I went through anger/nausea/sadness/disappointment/etc, all within a 2 minute time period. I wanted him to know just what a bad thing he had done.
Let's see...I could give him 16 swats--one for every hole...I could sell his Nintendo DS...he could be grounded until he is 16...he could ride on the roof rack from now on...
The more I ranted and raved, the more he cried. His poor little tear-stained face was pitiful. Deep down I knew he hadn't meant to be a bad boy. In fact, he probably just thought it was interesting and kept poking holes without even considering the consequences of such actions.
Now, I know my reaction would not have won me the Mother Of The Year Award, nor was it necessarily justified. I just couldn't understand why these things were happening to my most prized possession.
SERIOUSLY?!?!
I tried to reason with John (who was really being a cool cucumber about it all, much to my displeasure) and get him to punish Christian appropriately for the damage he had done. I just wanted him to do something...anything...so I would feel better.
That's when reality hit.
If I always got what I deserved for my mistakes, I wouldn't be here. I wouldn't have a loving husband, 3 children, or a nice car to drive.
I wouldn't have eternal life either.
I had to tell myself, "Mel, it's just...a...car. It is just a thing, not a person. The little boy sitting in the back seat is MUCH more valuable than a piece of leather any day. It can be fixed. The rear bumper damage from the accident will be fixed. It can all be FIXED." I needed to stop putting so much value in my car and see that there is, in fact, a bigger lesson going on here.
Thank goodness Father doesn't give me every bit of punishment I deserve.
And just so you know, that sweet boy of mine didn't get his swats...or his Nintendo DS taken away...or anything else I had conjured up. He got his daddy's love, his momma's love, and our forgiveness, for he was TRULY sorry.
Oh yeah, and the drunk driver---I had to forgive him and just hope that by hitting us, he will be taken off the streets and not be allowed to hurt anyone else. I am thankful it's not my job to give him what he deserves, either.
"To forgive is the highest, most beautiful form of love. In return, you will receive untold peace and happiness." ~Robert Muller
~Mel
So there's this vehicle--a 2010 Honda Pilot--and I doubt there is a more proud owner of a vehicle out there than I am. After all, it's more than likely the LAST vehicle I will purchase while our children are living at home. I picked out just the right package and options to fit our lifestyle:
1. Leather seats
2. DVD system
3. XM satellite radio
4. Rear back up camera
5. Retractable sunroof
6. 6 Disc CD changer
7. Rockin' wheels/tinted windows
8. 8 passenger seating
Basically, it has every bell and whistle I ever wanted on a vehicle.
I LOVE to drive this beauty, and it has actually taken me a while to even get used to the idea that it is, in fact, MINE. I've owned it for just over 2 months now, and I make sure to take extra good care of it.
That's where we get in to the lesson...
On December 17th, while visiting my brother (Josh) in Houston, we were involved in a collision. We had just exited a major highway and were waiting at the stoplight--completely at a stand still behind my brother's car, when a drunk driver slammed into us from behind going about 35-40mph. It was a horrible feeling. After the impact, my first reaction was ANGER. How dare some idiot rear end my new car?!? Oh jeez...how bad is it? Are we going to make it back to Amarillo?
Yes, of course I made sure all passengers (John, Caitlin, and Caroline were with me, and Christian was with my bro) were safe before I jumped out to give that stupid driver a piece of my mind. When I approached the other driver, I instantly smelled alcohol. That made me even more furious. I saw the front of his car first--it was totaled for sure. Then my eyes turned to my car's rear end. Amazingly, there was very little visible damage. My tow hitch (and of course my Father) saved us from what could have been a nasty crash, and the car has been perfectly drivable.
(Now don't get me started on Houston PD. They still refuse to release the man's insurance information, so my car has yet to even be looked at for repairs. But, that's a whole other blog in and of itself.)
For the past 2 weeks, all I have been able to think about is how mad I am at that driver for hurting my vehicle. What nerve! It was my perfect baby...the ultimate ride...my dream car. UGGGGGG!!!!!!
So tonight, as we were piling out of said vehicle to enter the Chili's restaurant for a relaxing family dinner, John hollered at me to come inspect the back of the 2nd row seat where Caitlin sits--Christian sits behind her in the 3rd row. Lo and behold, there were 16 tiny holes, the size of a penpoint all over the back of the headrest and upper back of the seat.
Oh.My.Gosh.
I came unraveled like a cheap pair of pantyhose.
WHO WAS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS ACT OF TREASON AGAINST MY VEHICLE?!?
SOMEONE WAS GONNA PAY AND PAY DEARLY!!
After much discussion with the children, we finally got the truth. Apparently, Christian got bored on the way home from Houston, and he decided to use the stylus from his Nintendo DS to do some hole punching in the seat.
I went through anger/nausea/sadness/disappointment/etc, all within a 2 minute time period. I wanted him to know just what a bad thing he had done.
Let's see...I could give him 16 swats--one for every hole...I could sell his Nintendo DS...he could be grounded until he is 16...he could ride on the roof rack from now on...
The more I ranted and raved, the more he cried. His poor little tear-stained face was pitiful. Deep down I knew he hadn't meant to be a bad boy. In fact, he probably just thought it was interesting and kept poking holes without even considering the consequences of such actions.
Now, I know my reaction would not have won me the Mother Of The Year Award, nor was it necessarily justified. I just couldn't understand why these things were happening to my most prized possession.
SERIOUSLY?!?!
I tried to reason with John (who was really being a cool cucumber about it all, much to my displeasure) and get him to punish Christian appropriately for the damage he had done. I just wanted him to do something...anything...so I would feel better.
That's when reality hit.
If I always got what I deserved for my mistakes, I wouldn't be here. I wouldn't have a loving husband, 3 children, or a nice car to drive.
I wouldn't have eternal life either.
I had to tell myself, "Mel, it's just...a...car. It is just a thing, not a person. The little boy sitting in the back seat is MUCH more valuable than a piece of leather any day. It can be fixed. The rear bumper damage from the accident will be fixed. It can all be FIXED." I needed to stop putting so much value in my car and see that there is, in fact, a bigger lesson going on here.
Thank goodness Father doesn't give me every bit of punishment I deserve.
And just so you know, that sweet boy of mine didn't get his swats...or his Nintendo DS taken away...or anything else I had conjured up. He got his daddy's love, his momma's love, and our forgiveness, for he was TRULY sorry.
Oh yeah, and the drunk driver---I had to forgive him and just hope that by hitting us, he will be taken off the streets and not be allowed to hurt anyone else. I am thankful it's not my job to give him what he deserves, either.
"To forgive is the highest, most beautiful form of love. In return, you will receive untold peace and happiness." ~Robert Muller
~Mel
Saturday, January 2, 2010
*WARNING* This post may offend you. Read at your own risk.
Social Networking Sites/Online Messenger Programs.
There are so many ways to stay connected these days, and finding friends/family to network with can be very exciting. I personally use only Facebook and Yahoo Chat (besides the obvious blog...but you already knew that one), and I enjoy creating witty status updates, quoting people, commenting on others' status updates, sharing pictures, or just blabbing about what is going on during the day.I have over 250 "friends" on Facebook comprised of family members both here and far away, close friends both past and present, as well as people that I just consider to be acquaintances. I love to see my elementary classmates all grown up with families of their own. It's fun to read what other mommies are doing on a daily basis, too.What an amazing thing the internet can be!
Unfortunately, many people take these sites too seriously. Let me just say from the get-go: FACEBOOK IS NOT MY REALITY.
Yes, as much as I am on there, if you were on my friends list, you would probably tend to think otherwise. I wouldn't blame you. Let me say this: if you don't like my status update, then ignore it. If I have posted something religious/political on my wall that offends you, too bad. If the pictures of myself or my family give you a reason to gossip, that's your problem.
Do you get the point here?!?
Now, I'm not saying all of this to just come off as completely negative. There have been plenty of times I disagreed with things I saw on Facebook. I also laugh my butt off at some of the characters that are on there on a daily basis. It's interaction---virtual interaction---and it in no way defines us as humans. You can't understand my personality and heart just from what I write on a public forum, and I can't expect to understand you from only that information either.
The one thing that bothers me about Facebook (and let me say, I'm using FB as my example because I have had the most discussions with others about what goes on there) is how much UNFRIENDING there is. Did you know that "unfriend" was Webster's Dictionary's new word for 2009, just because of Facebook? Amazing.
Anywho, if I choose to unfriend someone, or they choose to unfriend me, there are always hurt feelings involved. Why is that? It's not our reality. Or has it become that? We all want to be liked, and unfriending is like the worst blow a person could receive to his or her ego. Funny how that works. And I got over that a long time ago, just so you know.
Others use FB as a way to show off or flaunt their "perfect lives" in the faces of others. I can't stand that either. Be real, people. IT'S A STATUS UPDATE. That's it. End of story. I get that you think your life is far superior to mine, but not everyone in virtual world needs to feel belittled because you are insecure about your "perfect life." Then there are those that choose to sit back and judge their "friends." What good is that going to do? I'm just sayin'...
For me, there ARE good things that have come from Facebook. For instance, I had a sweet woman named Abigail message me on FB one day. She and I have a mutual friend, and she was curious as to how I knew this person. She also saw my postings on the friend's wall and thought she and I might have more things in common than we knew. She lives in another state. I had never met her. We became friends, started talking back and forth, and I began to buy jewelry from her (she started her own business and I LOVE to support women who do so). We hit it off beautifully. The one thing I was sad about was that we had not met in real life.
God changed that a few days ago.
As I was leaving Wal-Mart, a couple coming in caught my eye. The woman--I knew her. But how? WAIT! I know! It's Abigail!! Holy cow!!!
I rushed back in and walked up to her boldly. When she turned around and realized who I was, we both screamed and hugged. It was so wonderful to hug her neck and hear her voice in real life. She is such a beautiful person!
That is just one of the ways social networking sites can be fun. Meeting new people and having the chance to share our lives with one another is a good thing--I'm all for it! I had to change my attitude about FB recently. No more was I going to worry about what my "friends" thought of me. If I pop off with an over-the-top comment, status update, or bantering session back and forth with my husband, it's OKAY. No need to gasp or immediately assume I am a bad person with no Christian values or standards.
For the record, I am a PROUD Christian with values and standards.
If you feel the need to unfriend a person because they are being "too real" for you, that's your choice. I, personally, prefer to see others' lives through just the tiny window we call Facebook (or other sites mentioned above), whether good, bad, or indifferent. Don't spend your life apologizing for being a human being, for we are not required to be perfect 24/7. Whether your skin is white, black, tan, yellow, blue or orange--whether you had a horrible upbringing or were fed with a silver spoon--whether or not you agree with the President, the weather, healthcare reform, certain parenting techniques, environmental issues, or the religion of your neighbor--just be who you are and let others see that.
Allow sites like Facebook to just be that--internet sites--where your only intent is to share your life with others and have them share theirs with you.
Or make it a place where you can show off your new tattoos. *chortle*
"It is easy in the world to live after the world's opinions; it is easy in solitude to live after your own; but the great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude." ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
~Mel
There are so many ways to stay connected these days, and finding friends/family to network with can be very exciting. I personally use only Facebook and Yahoo Chat (besides the obvious blog...but you already knew that one), and I enjoy creating witty status updates, quoting people, commenting on others' status updates, sharing pictures, or just blabbing about what is going on during the day.I have over 250 "friends" on Facebook comprised of family members both here and far away, close friends both past and present, as well as people that I just consider to be acquaintances. I love to see my elementary classmates all grown up with families of their own. It's fun to read what other mommies are doing on a daily basis, too.What an amazing thing the internet can be!
Unfortunately, many people take these sites too seriously. Let me just say from the get-go: FACEBOOK IS NOT MY REALITY.
Yes, as much as I am on there, if you were on my friends list, you would probably tend to think otherwise. I wouldn't blame you. Let me say this: if you don't like my status update, then ignore it. If I have posted something religious/political on my wall that offends you, too bad. If the pictures of myself or my family give you a reason to gossip, that's your problem.
Do you get the point here?!?
Now, I'm not saying all of this to just come off as completely negative. There have been plenty of times I disagreed with things I saw on Facebook. I also laugh my butt off at some of the characters that are on there on a daily basis. It's interaction---virtual interaction---and it in no way defines us as humans. You can't understand my personality and heart just from what I write on a public forum, and I can't expect to understand you from only that information either.
The one thing that bothers me about Facebook (and let me say, I'm using FB as my example because I have had the most discussions with others about what goes on there) is how much UNFRIENDING there is. Did you know that "unfriend" was Webster's Dictionary's new word for 2009, just because of Facebook? Amazing.
Anywho, if I choose to unfriend someone, or they choose to unfriend me, there are always hurt feelings involved. Why is that? It's not our reality. Or has it become that? We all want to be liked, and unfriending is like the worst blow a person could receive to his or her ego. Funny how that works. And I got over that a long time ago, just so you know.
Others use FB as a way to show off or flaunt their "perfect lives" in the faces of others. I can't stand that either. Be real, people. IT'S A STATUS UPDATE. That's it. End of story. I get that you think your life is far superior to mine, but not everyone in virtual world needs to feel belittled because you are insecure about your "perfect life." Then there are those that choose to sit back and judge their "friends." What good is that going to do? I'm just sayin'...
For me, there ARE good things that have come from Facebook. For instance, I had a sweet woman named Abigail message me on FB one day. She and I have a mutual friend, and she was curious as to how I knew this person. She also saw my postings on the friend's wall and thought she and I might have more things in common than we knew. She lives in another state. I had never met her. We became friends, started talking back and forth, and I began to buy jewelry from her (she started her own business and I LOVE to support women who do so). We hit it off beautifully. The one thing I was sad about was that we had not met in real life.
God changed that a few days ago.
As I was leaving Wal-Mart, a couple coming in caught my eye. The woman--I knew her. But how? WAIT! I know! It's Abigail!! Holy cow!!!
I rushed back in and walked up to her boldly. When she turned around and realized who I was, we both screamed and hugged. It was so wonderful to hug her neck and hear her voice in real life. She is such a beautiful person!
That is just one of the ways social networking sites can be fun. Meeting new people and having the chance to share our lives with one another is a good thing--I'm all for it! I had to change my attitude about FB recently. No more was I going to worry about what my "friends" thought of me. If I pop off with an over-the-top comment, status update, or bantering session back and forth with my husband, it's OKAY. No need to gasp or immediately assume I am a bad person with no Christian values or standards.
For the record, I am a PROUD Christian with values and standards.
If you feel the need to unfriend a person because they are being "too real" for you, that's your choice. I, personally, prefer to see others' lives through just the tiny window we call Facebook (or other sites mentioned above), whether good, bad, or indifferent. Don't spend your life apologizing for being a human being, for we are not required to be perfect 24/7. Whether your skin is white, black, tan, yellow, blue or orange--whether you had a horrible upbringing or were fed with a silver spoon--whether or not you agree with the President, the weather, healthcare reform, certain parenting techniques, environmental issues, or the religion of your neighbor--just be who you are and let others see that.
Allow sites like Facebook to just be that--internet sites--where your only intent is to share your life with others and have them share theirs with you.
Or make it a place where you can show off your new tattoos. *chortle*
"It is easy in the world to live after the world's opinions; it is easy in solitude to live after your own; but the great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude." ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
~Mel
Friday, January 1, 2010
Goodbye 2009...
...and hello 2010.
A new month. A new year. A new decade. Who could ask for more of a fresh start?
In no way was 2009 a good year for me. I hated every minute of it from about August on. At times, it felt like life was spiraling out of control and there was no way to recover. I felt alone, ashamed, sick, sad, confused, frustrated, numb, angry, and much more. I was not prepared to handle the roller coaster of emotions (and even the lack thereof) that I experienced.
Let's play some catch up, shall we?
John's 13 weeks in basic training was...HARD. Although I had always considered myself to be a strong woman, I failed in many ways.
Enough said.
It was so frustrating to know in my mind and heart that I had a wonderful husband far away serving our country, when I would spend 13 weeks of nights alone with 3 children. Of course family members helped me, and I was blessed beyond measure by them. But, there has forever been an independent nature inside of me that screams to get out--in other words, I feel like I must take care of things myself or I would be a failure. I did some things that made people "assume" I had fallen off the deep end. I got an eyebrow piercing, got a new tattoo, and dyed my hair. After all, you know that's what a person does when they are going off the deep end. *touch of sarcasm there* Heaven forbid people see the things I did right, like run a 1/2 marathon, take care of 3 children day and night, take a night class to become a personal trainer...you know, those things.
*ahem*
Unfortunately, when John returned from what was really just a drop in the "serving our country for an extended period of time" bucket, things went from good to bad...then bad to worse...then to just plain overwhelming. And let me assure you none of our problems stemmed from the fact that I got the piercing, tattoo, and dyed my hair. We were 2 different people: he in a good way, me in a not so good way. He came back a more loving, caring, kind, amazing man. I was left numb by circumstances that were totally within my control that I chose to let overtake me, and he came home to a cold, unresponsive, and depressed wife.
(You might be asking, "Why in the world is she sharing this?" It's the truth, folks. Plain and simple. And I refuse to hide from it for the rest of my life. Judge if you must--or stop reading. Just know it's REAL life, and sometimes real life is not pretty.)
As much as John and I love each other, there was a point when we couldn't see the silver lining in anything. We felt doomed as a couple--as a family--as individuals. I can't say that I've ever gotten to that point before, but I can safely say I don't ever want to go there again. It took weeks/months to reconnect and repair the damage done. The one thing we knew for sure: God had a plan for us, and He put us together for a reason. We haven't made it 13 years to give up now. We have fought tooth and nail for everything we have gained back. John has poured out his love to me, and I have slowly regained my emotions and sense of well being.
*during this time, sweet Caroline had her 3rd birthday, and darling Caitlin had her 11th birthday. Our babies are growing up. Bleh.*
Last night, New Year's Eve, was not necessarily about escaping the crap that happened in 2009. To me, it's like a completely new beginning. I can safely say John and I made the RIGHT choices about our marriage and family, no matter what outsiders may think or feel. He is the most honorable, loving, giving, kind, and handsome man I've ever met. I don't deserve him, but God has allowed me to continue to be a part of his life. I can't think of anyone else I'd rather spend the next decade with, and that's the truth. We are healing, slowly but surely. Each day, it gets better and better. I smile more, and I laugh louder. I can be myself and feel every emotion I once lost, just as deeply as before. I'm not afraid to cry, be honest, step out of my comfort zone, or allow people to see the real me.
*And I got the chance to start playing my violin again. I couldn't ask for more.*
There are many changes coming up in 2010, and although I don't know them all right now, I know it's been promised to us. What doesn't kill us only makes us stronger. We are the Haskell Rascals, and nothing is going to change that.
And FYI: I removed the eyebrow piercing. It just wasn't me.
~Mel
A new month. A new year. A new decade. Who could ask for more of a fresh start?
In no way was 2009 a good year for me. I hated every minute of it from about August on. At times, it felt like life was spiraling out of control and there was no way to recover. I felt alone, ashamed, sick, sad, confused, frustrated, numb, angry, and much more. I was not prepared to handle the roller coaster of emotions (and even the lack thereof) that I experienced.
Let's play some catch up, shall we?
John's 13 weeks in basic training was...HARD. Although I had always considered myself to be a strong woman, I failed in many ways.
Enough said.
It was so frustrating to know in my mind and heart that I had a wonderful husband far away serving our country, when I would spend 13 weeks of nights alone with 3 children. Of course family members helped me, and I was blessed beyond measure by them. But, there has forever been an independent nature inside of me that screams to get out--in other words, I feel like I must take care of things myself or I would be a failure. I did some things that made people "assume" I had fallen off the deep end. I got an eyebrow piercing, got a new tattoo, and dyed my hair. After all, you know that's what a person does when they are going off the deep end. *touch of sarcasm there* Heaven forbid people see the things I did right, like run a 1/2 marathon, take care of 3 children day and night, take a night class to become a personal trainer...you know, those things.
*ahem*
Unfortunately, when John returned from what was really just a drop in the "serving our country for an extended period of time" bucket, things went from good to bad...then bad to worse...then to just plain overwhelming. And let me assure you none of our problems stemmed from the fact that I got the piercing, tattoo, and dyed my hair. We were 2 different people: he in a good way, me in a not so good way. He came back a more loving, caring, kind, amazing man. I was left numb by circumstances that were totally within my control that I chose to let overtake me, and he came home to a cold, unresponsive, and depressed wife.
(You might be asking, "Why in the world is she sharing this?" It's the truth, folks. Plain and simple. And I refuse to hide from it for the rest of my life. Judge if you must--or stop reading. Just know it's REAL life, and sometimes real life is not pretty.)
As much as John and I love each other, there was a point when we couldn't see the silver lining in anything. We felt doomed as a couple--as a family--as individuals. I can't say that I've ever gotten to that point before, but I can safely say I don't ever want to go there again. It took weeks/months to reconnect and repair the damage done. The one thing we knew for sure: God had a plan for us, and He put us together for a reason. We haven't made it 13 years to give up now. We have fought tooth and nail for everything we have gained back. John has poured out his love to me, and I have slowly regained my emotions and sense of well being.
*during this time, sweet Caroline had her 3rd birthday, and darling Caitlin had her 11th birthday. Our babies are growing up. Bleh.*
Last night, New Year's Eve, was not necessarily about escaping the crap that happened in 2009. To me, it's like a completely new beginning. I can safely say John and I made the RIGHT choices about our marriage and family, no matter what outsiders may think or feel. He is the most honorable, loving, giving, kind, and handsome man I've ever met. I don't deserve him, but God has allowed me to continue to be a part of his life. I can't think of anyone else I'd rather spend the next decade with, and that's the truth. We are healing, slowly but surely. Each day, it gets better and better. I smile more, and I laugh louder. I can be myself and feel every emotion I once lost, just as deeply as before. I'm not afraid to cry, be honest, step out of my comfort zone, or allow people to see the real me.
*And I got the chance to start playing my violin again. I couldn't ask for more.*
There are many changes coming up in 2010, and although I don't know them all right now, I know it's been promised to us. What doesn't kill us only makes us stronger. We are the Haskell Rascals, and nothing is going to change that.
And FYI: I removed the eyebrow piercing. It just wasn't me.
~Mel
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