FAT

FAT.

Not a word I can say I ever used to describe myself. Pierce used to tell me I was fat when I was pregnant with Rowan, which I thought was funny given that I actualy was pretty large. But other than that I have always been in what I considered “good shape”. I used to be die hard martial artist, working out hard, 4 times a week, fighting once a week, and praticing at home as much as  I could. Then I broke my ankle, and no longer have the mobility to do TaeKwonDo anymore. And in April I stopped smoking.

And I got real soft. I’ve gained about 20 lbs. Thats a lot. It feels like a lot.

My daughter told me I was “getting fat” this morning. It really stung. She was not trying to be mean, she was being honest.  I was putting on my shirt and she just said…”Wow, mom you’re getting so fat!” . 

Now I do yoga, and sit ups, and maybe I don’t remember or have time to do it every night but I’m not some coach potato either. I walks what seems to me like miles from one building on campus to another, and I run after kids that can best be described as “extremely active”. 

I’d still rather be 20lbs heavier than have my kids clothes smell like smoke, or spend $60. a week in cigarettes. And I’ve never been one for diets, or diet pills.  So I guess I’ll keep trying my stupid yoga, and sit ups. And hope that they eventualy work, although it’s been at least two months of doing it and if anything I’ve gained more weight.

So I’m bummed out.

It’s going to be like 103F again today. I can not wait until fall.

And I’m not well, I had a diverticulitus episode last night and I feel like shit still today.

I have an appointment with and advisor today to get things set up for the transfer to the BA program at NKU ( evidently you have to set that crap up right away). I hope to also get my core requirements figured out, and complain about the dumb math prof that made me even less intelligent than before I failed his class.

Obscure fact: Engineers should not teach math below Trig. Just sayin’.

Ick. Okay this pity party is officialy over.

Do you ever…

Just feel isolated, and lonely?

Men know nothing about women.

Back to School

Tomorrow is the kids first day back to school. Rowan’s first day ever. It’s very wierd having two kids in school now. I feel really sad, and scared for Rowan just as I once did (and still do in many respects) for Pierce. Sending her out into the world for the first “real” time so far. Out from beneath my wings, and exposed to the uncontrolable world. I don’t so much care for that,but it is a painful necessity. We went to open house tonite found her classroom, and she seemed SO super excited. My sons “best” friend is in his class this year, and even (and quite unintentionaly) sits directly across from  him in class. So he was happy. Which makes me happy.

The outfits are picked out, and the bookbags are packed, the emergency medical forms are filled out, and the lunch money is on the table. Back to school time already. The summer seemed so short to me.

Oh My.

Anyone who knows me knows I’m a take it slow, mellow, kinda gal. I don’t like busy days, and constant motion. Looks like latey I have had no choice. So today I did absolutely nothing except make dinner, play with the kids, and clean (wait, is that even “nothing” anyway?).  And tomorrow I’m off spinning again, until next Sunday. I have a test tomorrow which I  hope to ace. We’ll see.  I didnt do as well as I thought I did last test, so I’m a little uneasy about being confident again. Good news though, I’ve recently read ab article from 2006 that says folks who graduate with their Masters in Psy start at somewhere around $72,000. In a clinical psy job position. Which are numerous. I havent really gotten an idea of my specific field of research/study yet. There are SO many different theories and type of practice. I feel very strongly about working primarily with women, and I’m thinking PTSD facinates me…so maybe there specificly….ok I don’t need to  make my career decisions here on a blog. I’m off. To spin.

Sunday Go Away

Today was a bad day. A hot day. A tiring day.

I am about to drink what promises to be the best cup of coffe I’ll feel like I’ve ever had.

Did I tell you I drank Starbucks yesterday while out with  my  mother? I know, I know…don’t worry I feel dirty for having done it. Don’t tell anyone, but I kinda liked it. Shhhhh…Can’t ruin my reputation as the boycotting queen can I ?

Ok…off to have that coffee. This kind is Maxwell House ; )

Making Money

Yup thats me. Trying to make some money. And after I had already said many times that I would not do photography for money. Here I am pimping it out. See Amanda. See Amanda try to sell her art.

We’ll see how this goes. 

JunoPhotography@groups.msn.com

So far thats my little business address, although there isnt anything really there yet. My largest body of work can be found here….

www.Flickr.com/photos/Junocozmosphotography/

I am selling prints of any Natural Still you would like on there. The prices are correlated with size and such so they are discussed upon request of the print for right now.

Spread the word. I’m a full time college student with three kids, what can I say. I need the dough and people like art.

I will start showcasing some here on the blog as well.

Thanks! : )

 OH and don’t forget the meteor shower Sunday into Monday morn!

Happy Birthday Bridget!

Another Perspective…

Read this, it’ll make you think.

http://broadband.zoomtown.com/news/read.php?id=15243603&ps=1016&_LT=HOME_LARSDCCL2_UNEWS

Is it hot enough for ya?

I don’t know where you live, but where I live it’s 1000 degrees and we have air you can wear.

Can I get a global wha’ ??

Damn it’s hot. And speaking of Global warming, try to cut down on you share of the pollution that enables this shitty summer heat. Use paper bags in the grocery store, and if you can the BEST thing is to carry cloth shopping bags in your car. Not only do they help you feel better about being a parasite on this planet, but you can use them for A LOT of other stuff.

Drive as little as possible. I can’t stress this enough.

Compost and gather rain water.

I’m sick of the heat. Live greener, damnit! ; )

Standing Up While You Pee

My two year old son pee’d in the potty for the first time today. We were coming in from swimming, and Arden ran like hell into the bathroom, (his wet shorts already peeled off at the door), he lifted the lid folks, and pee’d right into the potty. He LIFTED the lid. Standing up my two year old pee’d. For his first time. And if you’ve had boys you know that they just don’t start out that way that easily. I’ve got myself a potty prodigy.

I am pretty damned happy, could this really be the end of buying diapers…forever…*swoons*