I woke up this morning to howling winds, snow flurries, and cold temps. And garbage duty. YUCK! What happened to the 60's and 70's we've been enjoying the past few weeks? I'll take those any day! Of course I'm thinking Morgan and I jinxed the weather yesterday by going out and buying ourselves some spring clothes. I had gift cards from Christmas I hadn't used yet. I was planning on wearing the new skirt and sleeveless shirt with the bejeweled flip flops I found to work today. But nope, I'm wearing khaki pants, a button down shirt and a corduroy blazer. I guess it could have been worse, I was going to wash my Durango yesterday!
On other news, Morgan and I went and joined Snap Fitness, we have an appointment today at 1:30 to have the gal show us how all the machines work. And I know we're going to be on the elipticals...they're nice!
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
It's Spring Break
Not mine really....just in my head. Ashley is off to IL with the family for spring break. Eric is in NE for work, so it's just me and Morgan. She's not a lot of fun. She'd rather hang out with her friends (one I'm not a big fan of) than do something with her mom. That I will truly miss when Ashley goes to college. Plus Morgan sleeps in forever.
I've got it in my head that *I'm* on spring break. I'm not, I'm still working. My problem is, the gym I've been working out at for over a year is closing up shop at the end of this week. I haven't gone to work out at all. It's silly really. I could still work out until they close. Like I'm punishing them or something. I know they feel bad enough as it is. After all, they were the first ladies workout place to open in our town. Since they opened we've had a Curves open and most recently a Snap Fitness, which is open 24 hours and is for men and women. My gym just couldn't compete and actually make money. Sadly, I will be joining Snap, where I'll have to work out among men. But there's more to do there than say, at Curves. So I need to go join and get back to working out so I can get off this "spring break' mode.
I've got it in my head that *I'm* on spring break. I'm not, I'm still working. My problem is, the gym I've been working out at for over a year is closing up shop at the end of this week. I haven't gone to work out at all. It's silly really. I could still work out until they close. Like I'm punishing them or something. I know they feel bad enough as it is. After all, they were the first ladies workout place to open in our town. Since they opened we've had a Curves open and most recently a Snap Fitness, which is open 24 hours and is for men and women. My gym just couldn't compete and actually make money. Sadly, I will be joining Snap, where I'll have to work out among men. But there's more to do there than say, at Curves. So I need to go join and get back to working out so I can get off this "spring break' mode.
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Jumbled Thoughts
Don't you hate it when you wake up in the middle of the night and start thinking of different things? Your mind starts racing and it totally wakes you up. I must have tossed and turned for almost 2 hours last night! Just too much on my poor little mind!
I thought about Morgan's feelings getting hurt when her track coach "chewed her out" (in Morgan's words) about not being a "reliable runner". As a mom I wanted to say the coach was out of line. I mean, it did make Morgan cry. But she also told me after the race (where she came in 3rd) that she really didn't want to run it and didn't try real hard. You sign up for track and practice every day, why not just do your best?
I also thought about Ashley. Once again she wants to head to IL for her spring break. Her friend had all intentions of going with her, took a week off work and everything, but her friends parents evidently don't let her get too far away and have told her she can't go. The girl is 18 years old! So now she has no one to ride with her. She says she'll drive herself, but that's a long drive for a teen girl to do alone. She'd also be happy if we meet someone halfway. But since my parents just had to pick her up and drop her off in Chicago two weeks ago, I really don't want to ask them. Plus Morgan has a track meet this Saturday and a benefit run on Sunday (which I may have to help with, I'm not sure). And the following weekend, another track meet on Saturday and a volleyball tournament on Sunday.
Then there are bills...those always enter my thoughts. And my procrastination I'm supposed to be working on. And the fact that the gym I belong to is about to close it's doors.
So you see, I had too much on my mind and it really wreeked havoc on my sleep. Darn jumbled thoughts! (BTW, is "wreeked" really a word?)
I thought about Morgan's feelings getting hurt when her track coach "chewed her out" (in Morgan's words) about not being a "reliable runner". As a mom I wanted to say the coach was out of line. I mean, it did make Morgan cry. But she also told me after the race (where she came in 3rd) that she really didn't want to run it and didn't try real hard. You sign up for track and practice every day, why not just do your best?
I also thought about Ashley. Once again she wants to head to IL for her spring break. Her friend had all intentions of going with her, took a week off work and everything, but her friends parents evidently don't let her get too far away and have told her she can't go. The girl is 18 years old! So now she has no one to ride with her. She says she'll drive herself, but that's a long drive for a teen girl to do alone. She'd also be happy if we meet someone halfway. But since my parents just had to pick her up and drop her off in Chicago two weeks ago, I really don't want to ask them. Plus Morgan has a track meet this Saturday and a benefit run on Sunday (which I may have to help with, I'm not sure). And the following weekend, another track meet on Saturday and a volleyball tournament on Sunday.
Then there are bills...those always enter my thoughts. And my procrastination I'm supposed to be working on. And the fact that the gym I belong to is about to close it's doors.
So you see, I had too much on my mind and it really wreeked havoc on my sleep. Darn jumbled thoughts! (BTW, is "wreeked" really a word?)
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
The Rest of the Story....
I know all two of you have been waiting with baited breath to hear how Ashley's flight went. Well, they all boarded the plane after they removed the lady who had the seizure and then sat there for over an hour! Some computer problems saying they were 2000 lbs overweight. Finally they took off at 2:30, about the time she should have been landing in Chicago. She made it though, that's what counts. She said her audition went really well. She is her own worst critic, so I'm saying she did good. We don't know when we'll find out if she'll receive a scholarship for music though. The flight back was uneventful (thankfully!). My parents drove her to Chicago, she checked in and then finally told them they could leave and she went through security. They landed on time and she found her way to the baggage claim (taking the tram and everything!), where Morgan and I were waiting. She said everything went fine, but that she's never flying alone again. I guess we'll see on that one.
On our end, we spent 3 days in Denver (or at least Morgan and I did) at a National Qualifying volleyball tournament. We drove down Saturday and Morgan and her team spent that night and Sunday in one hotel, while Eric and I spent our weekend at the Holiday Inn. Well, he had to leave Sunday night to be back at work Monday, but I stayed a 2nd night. The tournament was a lot of fun, even if the girls didn't do all that well. Our tallest player, and best middle hitter/blocker, injured her ankle at practice the Wednesday before, and is in a boot up to her knee. So on the first day we won one, lost 2 (and I have to say, the 3rd team we played ended up in 2nd place, they were HUGE and really good!). Sunday we won 2, lost one. Yesterday was single elimination. We won our first game, but lost the 2nd one, to a team we'd beaten in our last 3 day tournament. It really could have made a difference if we'd had Katie, the game was that close. But in the end, we ended up in 83rd out of 126 teams. Not great, but at least we weren't at the bottom. It's good experience for the girls.
So now you all know the rest of the story.....and more!
On our end, we spent 3 days in Denver (or at least Morgan and I did) at a National Qualifying volleyball tournament. We drove down Saturday and Morgan and her team spent that night and Sunday in one hotel, while Eric and I spent our weekend at the Holiday Inn. Well, he had to leave Sunday night to be back at work Monday, but I stayed a 2nd night. The tournament was a lot of fun, even if the girls didn't do all that well. Our tallest player, and best middle hitter/blocker, injured her ankle at practice the Wednesday before, and is in a boot up to her knee. So on the first day we won one, lost 2 (and I have to say, the 3rd team we played ended up in 2nd place, they were HUGE and really good!). Sunday we won 2, lost one. Yesterday was single elimination. We won our first game, but lost the 2nd one, to a team we'd beaten in our last 3 day tournament. It really could have made a difference if we'd had Katie, the game was that close. But in the end, we ended up in 83rd out of 126 teams. Not great, but at least we weren't at the bottom. It's good experience for the girls.
So now you all know the rest of the story.....and more!
Thursday, March 08, 2007
Just a Little Stress
Wow, it's March already. I know how that happened, I've been too busy to notice the days flying by.
Today has been stressful. So much so I stopped at Starbucks and got a fat-free chai tea and one of their delicious chocolate, chocolate cupcakes. I wish I could convince them that all I really need in the paper cup is the frosting....to heck with the cupcake!
Anyway, Ashley flew out of DIA this morning. Her first flight by herself. Dealing with her panic disorder has been hard. Usually when she panics about something, it's nothing big and it's easily overcome. Today was different. She has thrown up off and on since finding out she'd have to fly instead of driving (thanks to her two friends who decided they couldn't go at the last minute). As far as I know, she hasn't eaten anything today. I drove her to the airport, we chatted the whole way. She apologised for being too chatty, but I didn't care, I knew it was nerves. We walked around the airport for a bit after checking in. Finally she had to go through security. She called after she got through. Yay! One fear down. She called when she started to board the plane. We started texting while she was sitting on the plane. She started to "freak out", so I had to call and talk to her. She had to go since they were starting to taxi out. I got home and she called shortly afterwards. They had to go back to Denver. Some lady on their flight had a seizure. So everyone had to get off the plane, then they would refuel, then head back to Chicago. WHY THIS FLIGHT!?! Of all flight for it to happen on. I'm sure the lady who had the seizure didn't intend to, but still, I feel so bad for Ashley. I had to call my parents to let them know she'd be late. I told my dad to go have a nice late lunch. He said he'd send me the bill. I'm okay with that. I'm mean, they did have to drive 2.5 hours to pick her up so we could save $600 on her ticket. I'm ready for today to be over with. In fact, I'm pretty sure tonight when I'm home alone (hubby and Morgan are going to a basketball game, GO REDS!), I'll have a coule of drinks while watching Grey's Anatomy. Stress sucks.
Today has been stressful. So much so I stopped at Starbucks and got a fat-free chai tea and one of their delicious chocolate, chocolate cupcakes. I wish I could convince them that all I really need in the paper cup is the frosting....to heck with the cupcake!
Anyway, Ashley flew out of DIA this morning. Her first flight by herself. Dealing with her panic disorder has been hard. Usually when she panics about something, it's nothing big and it's easily overcome. Today was different. She has thrown up off and on since finding out she'd have to fly instead of driving (thanks to her two friends who decided they couldn't go at the last minute). As far as I know, she hasn't eaten anything today. I drove her to the airport, we chatted the whole way. She apologised for being too chatty, but I didn't care, I knew it was nerves. We walked around the airport for a bit after checking in. Finally she had to go through security. She called after she got through. Yay! One fear down. She called when she started to board the plane. We started texting while she was sitting on the plane. She started to "freak out", so I had to call and talk to her. She had to go since they were starting to taxi out. I got home and she called shortly afterwards. They had to go back to Denver. Some lady on their flight had a seizure. So everyone had to get off the plane, then they would refuel, then head back to Chicago. WHY THIS FLIGHT!?! Of all flight for it to happen on. I'm sure the lady who had the seizure didn't intend to, but still, I feel so bad for Ashley. I had to call my parents to let them know she'd be late. I told my dad to go have a nice late lunch. He said he'd send me the bill. I'm okay with that. I'm mean, they did have to drive 2.5 hours to pick her up so we could save $600 on her ticket. I'm ready for today to be over with. In fact, I'm pretty sure tonight when I'm home alone (hubby and Morgan are going to a basketball game, GO REDS!), I'll have a coule of drinks while watching Grey's Anatomy. Stress sucks.
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