So, seeing as how Lent is over, it's time to analyze how LP'oh11 went! The goal was to exercise at least a little bit every day, but since Lent doesn't include Sundays, that really means 6 days a week. If you count walking at least half a mile, which I think is legitimate, I probably averaged about 5 days a week, so that's pretty good!
I'm not going to lie, HealthMonth is probably the only reason I really did much of anything this month. It's amazing how motivated I am to do something just to get points that don't mean anything at all. It also helps me understand the appeal of 4square, I think. when I questioned its purpose one night about 11 months ago, someone told me "BUT YOU GET POINTS!" which I thought was dumb at the time, but now all I want is points points and fruits fruits.
Giant thunderstorm last night. The kind that sets off car alarms and pours down an Oregon week's worth of rain in 15 minutes.
Speaking of Oregon, in 3 weeks (so soon!) I am going there for 9 days. I am really getting excited even though it is going to be so chaotic - I don't really have anyone to take care of my cats, since last time I went home and left them in the care of my roommates, I came back a week later and they had no water, too much food, and their litterbox hadn't been cleaned the whole time I was gone. so I guess I might try to board them but that will be so expensive, on top of the $900 I am paying off on my credit card for the plane tickets.
For some reason I am really excited to go to Astoria this time. I am usually not at all excited because I don't really know anyone there anymore, but all I want to do is go see Peter Iredale and walk around in the rain and pick up earthworms and maybe even sneak out to Camp Kiwanilong and just kind of stare longingly at the locked gate. I was watching over Capital R's shoulder the other day while he was watching a YouTube about where is Chunk from the Goonies now (he's an entertainment lawyer because he couldn't act anymore once he grew up and got hot) and they of course showed clips of the Goonies and I got whiny looking at all the fog and trees.
Today is hot and muggy and started off miserably, but BiebzBear and I went to Peregrine and got a yummy brioche roll to share and a delicious latte for not sharing. Then we went to the park which I was dreading because in recent times Bear has been known to throw himself bodily into the mud, of which there is plenty, post-thunderstorm. But he did such a good job! This time all he wanted to do was go up and down the stairs on the play structure and play with the cars that some other kids brought, and he was fantastic at sharing and gave the cars back when I said it was time to go. Also he is starting to talk! He says "Haaww" when I am complaining about how hot it is, and I think he is determining when to say "more" versus when to say "again" and I swear I've heard him say "all done" and "blue" and "thank you." He does say "again" when he wants to read a book, I think for him it kind of means "please do this right now!" as well as "please do this one more time right now!" Anyway him talking is going to start making my life easier, I think.
I had the three horsechildren of the apocalypse for several hours on Friday, and while Captain Bananio napped, Zannah and Prince Phillip watched Sleeping Beauty so for a little bit it was just like old times. Captain Bananio, while the same age as Stellina, is much less comprehensible, but his clearest complete sentence is "HE PUNCHED ME" which I think says something about being the youngest of three.
I've just finished re-reading Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, but haven't yet re-started Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, so I am currently nursing a sore spot in my heart over the events on the astronomy tower.
Showing posts with label nostalgia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nostalgia. Show all posts
25 April 2011
09 July 2010
Pulled by my name
When it is time to catch up with old friends, the things that we talk about start with "what are you doing now," and right after that comes "what are you doing next." It is never "what are some of the things that you have been doing in the 3 weeks / 6 months / 17 months / 4 years since I talked to you last." It is also never "if you could do it all again, would you."
It is also never "do I still matter to you like I did when we were growing up together."
It is also never "do I still matter to you like I did when we were growing up together."
06 June 2009
Our Last Days as Children
Recently I learned that as of June 24, I will no longer be the regular nanny for the kidlets :( Maybe again in the fall, but at the very least, for the rest of the summer, I am out of luck except for the random occassion. So here's a tiny update on my life.
+Chamber Singers tour was fantastic. out of this world. I keep dreaming that we're all still on tour, and I wake up, and am depressed to find myself alone and in America. Not that I don't love America and my cats and being in my apartment and such, but Hungary and Transylvania were unbelievable.
+I miss singing so much. I miss singing with my 24 fabulous friends even more.
+My online class is kicking my butt, as I expected, but it is making me think, which hurts. In a good way? I'm supposed to be writing a paper on designer babies right now, which clearly, I'm not.
+Speaking of babies, Captain Bananio is now ... wait for it ... WALKING. That's right, folks. Walking. He's almost using a fork. He's almost spitting out words. And he's walking. Seriously, he was barely crawling on April 8, and by June 3 he was taking up to 8 steps at a time. Small steps, but still steps. He's quickly approaching 11 months, and is tall and skinny like you wouldn't believe. By which I mean, he's still tiny. Last month we were at the playground and he was approximately the same size as a three month old. I adore him.
+Prince Philip is now 4, and loves me to death. You wouldn't know it by the way he misbehaves. it's cute that the last time I called his parents he came running to the phone to talk to me. I don't see him very much lately, because he's at pre-school on my sitting days. He's pretty darn cute. His S's are getting better! I'm yuper proud. I have also found that what tends to make him the happiest is to let him wear one of Zannah's dresses.
+Zannah is finishing up her 1st grade year, and has lost five teeth on very short notice. I'm pretty sure she lost at least two during the two weeks that I was gone for rehearsal and tour, and another one last week, and she's got another loose one that'll be ready soon. She's a real toothless wonder. She's been super misbehave-y lately but I think everyone's got more energy because of the weather. She's apparently announced to her mother that she's marrying the neighbor boy, because they are in love. Ah, to be six.
+Kitties are good. They have more room to run around in the new apartment, and couches to sharpen their claws on, and every couple of days they have a bug to hunt. Which we all enjoy. They've been very cuddly lately, and I suppose that's what happens when I leave them for 9 days.
+As soon as I got all the stuff to the new apartment, I didn't bother to unpack, so everything is still in random places in boxes. It's too disgusting to put things in proper places still, I've only had the energy to clean the bathtub, which was an absolute necessity. I have no idea how real living people lived in this apartment and let it get so indescribably nasty. My room is more or less fine, because I vacuumed insanely before moving anything in, but everywhere else is covered in a layer (or two, or five) of gross. And of course, my floor is just covered in dirty clothes and random things from Hungary and Romania.
I'm feeling nostalgic and restless. It's that mood that makes me want to watch movies over and over.
I have often thought that I want my children to have flaming red hair, if only so that I have a slight advantage as a parent in being able to quickly track them down on the playground. If I had a couple extra tens of thousands of dollars sitting in my bank account, I cannot say I would spend it on ensuring that my children had an easy and permanent source of identification such as red hair. For one thing, think of all the additional money I would be guaranteed to have to spend on sunscreen.
I'm upset that the stupid Rose Festival jerks picked the wrong girl again. How hard can it be to pick the St. Mary's girl, seriously. Stupid old white men in their stupid old white wool.
+Chamber Singers tour was fantastic. out of this world. I keep dreaming that we're all still on tour, and I wake up, and am depressed to find myself alone and in America. Not that I don't love America and my cats and being in my apartment and such, but Hungary and Transylvania were unbelievable.
+I miss singing so much. I miss singing with my 24 fabulous friends even more.
+My online class is kicking my butt, as I expected, but it is making me think, which hurts. In a good way? I'm supposed to be writing a paper on designer babies right now, which clearly, I'm not.
+Speaking of babies, Captain Bananio is now ... wait for it ... WALKING. That's right, folks. Walking. He's almost using a fork. He's almost spitting out words. And he's walking. Seriously, he was barely crawling on April 8, and by June 3 he was taking up to 8 steps at a time. Small steps, but still steps. He's quickly approaching 11 months, and is tall and skinny like you wouldn't believe. By which I mean, he's still tiny. Last month we were at the playground and he was approximately the same size as a three month old. I adore him.
+Prince Philip is now 4, and loves me to death. You wouldn't know it by the way he misbehaves. it's cute that the last time I called his parents he came running to the phone to talk to me. I don't see him very much lately, because he's at pre-school on my sitting days. He's pretty darn cute. His S's are getting better! I'm yuper proud. I have also found that what tends to make him the happiest is to let him wear one of Zannah's dresses.
+Zannah is finishing up her 1st grade year, and has lost five teeth on very short notice. I'm pretty sure she lost at least two during the two weeks that I was gone for rehearsal and tour, and another one last week, and she's got another loose one that'll be ready soon. She's a real toothless wonder. She's been super misbehave-y lately but I think everyone's got more energy because of the weather. She's apparently announced to her mother that she's marrying the neighbor boy, because they are in love. Ah, to be six.
+Kitties are good. They have more room to run around in the new apartment, and couches to sharpen their claws on, and every couple of days they have a bug to hunt. Which we all enjoy. They've been very cuddly lately, and I suppose that's what happens when I leave them for 9 days.
+As soon as I got all the stuff to the new apartment, I didn't bother to unpack, so everything is still in random places in boxes. It's too disgusting to put things in proper places still, I've only had the energy to clean the bathtub, which was an absolute necessity. I have no idea how real living people lived in this apartment and let it get so indescribably nasty. My room is more or less fine, because I vacuumed insanely before moving anything in, but everywhere else is covered in a layer (or two, or five) of gross. And of course, my floor is just covered in dirty clothes and random things from Hungary and Romania.
I'm feeling nostalgic and restless. It's that mood that makes me want to watch movies over and over.
I have often thought that I want my children to have flaming red hair, if only so that I have a slight advantage as a parent in being able to quickly track them down on the playground. If I had a couple extra tens of thousands of dollars sitting in my bank account, I cannot say I would spend it on ensuring that my children had an easy and permanent source of identification such as red hair. For one thing, think of all the additional money I would be guaranteed to have to spend on sunscreen.
I'm upset that the stupid Rose Festival jerks picked the wrong girl again. How hard can it be to pick the St. Mary's girl, seriously. Stupid old white men in their stupid old white wool.
03 September 2008
Welcome to Wherever You Are
I'm in a weird weird mood today, and I guess for the past couple of days. I've been so so so busy every night, starting the second I leave work to the time I finally convince the kittens to stay still and nod off. I rush home to feed them and then run off to meet people or take care of things, and as soon as I'm out of the metro, I spend every second returning phone calls that I've received during the day- from the vet, the animal shelter, the doctor, family friends. It feels good to be efficient but it's a little hectic. Yesterday I was home for five minutes between 8:30 am and 10:15 pm. Then I obviously spent 2 hours playing with Zoe and Rhett.
My sister sent me a funny story today. Hee hee
There's a reason for this post. I wanted to write about my weird mood, but I can't put it into words. The best way I can describe is that I'm dying for something exciting to happen. I mean different than whatsherbutt speaking at the RNC tonight. I mean I want to go somewhere and do something and meet some people.
Words suck.
Craving o' moment: Chipotle
Obsession o' day: Josh and Donna
My sister sent me a funny story today. Hee hee
There's a reason for this post. I wanted to write about my weird mood, but I can't put it into words. The best way I can describe is that I'm dying for something exciting to happen. I mean different than whatsherbutt speaking at the RNC tonight. I mean I want to go somewhere and do something and meet some people.
Words suck.
Craving o' moment: Chipotle
Obsession o' day: Josh and Donna
19 August 2008
Bartlet for America
Back in the District. My apartment is still super depressing, as it lacks furniture and sunlight. The first situation I plan on rectifying, but the second, I fear I can do nothing about.
I'm sitting in Katzen for the internet; I was waiting for Professor Abraham but gave up on that about an hour ago. So now I'm just here.
DC's hot and full of bugs. I love days like today, when there's no humidity; it feels almost like Central Oregon. I wish I had taken pictures when I was down there this summer. I only took pictures of the kids. I don't even think I have any on my phone.
Sunriver
I take that back, I have one. When I was driving down, I decided to take the Mercedes convertible (!) off of the highway in Sisters and see if I could find my old house. We lived there for I guess about 3 or 4 years when I was pretty little. I don't remember that much about it, other than that it was pink, and there was a huge air conditioning unit on the side, some ponderosas in the front yard, and the house number was 12345 McKenzie Drive, except that the numbers weren't in that order, they were mixed up.
I found the house, and it was for sale. $534,000. They've paved the driveway, painted the exterior (no longer pink, now classy brown with dark red), and ripped up the carpet and finished the floors. I grabbed a flier to give to my mom. I took out my phone, and took only one picture, of the deer napping shade of the the front yard.
I'm sitting in Katzen for the internet; I was waiting for Professor Abraham but gave up on that about an hour ago. So now I'm just here.
DC's hot and full of bugs. I love days like today, when there's no humidity; it feels almost like Central Oregon. I wish I had taken pictures when I was down there this summer. I only took pictures of the kids. I don't even think I have any on my phone.
SunriverI take that back, I have one. When I was driving down, I decided to take the Mercedes convertible (!) off of the highway in Sisters and see if I could find my old house. We lived there for I guess about 3 or 4 years when I was pretty little. I don't remember that much about it, other than that it was pink, and there was a huge air conditioning unit on the side, some ponderosas in the front yard, and the house number was 12345 McKenzie Drive, except that the numbers weren't in that order, they were mixed up.
I found the house, and it was for sale. $534,000. They've paved the driveway, painted the exterior (no longer pink, now classy brown with dark red), and ripped up the carpet and finished the floors. I grabbed a flier to give to my mom. I took out my phone, and took only one picture, of the deer napping shade of the the front yard.
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