Tuesday, September 30, 2008
But when our friends who foster rescue dogs brough Doxie over to visit, we loved her. So - we adopted her and she's ours. I think she's a border collie/australian shepherd mix. She's smart and energetic, but well-behaved for the most part. She's also incredibly difficult to photograph because she moves all the time. Ben's finishing the fence as I type, so that we have a way to keep her in the yard while we're at work.
The kids love her too.
Here, the black-and-white dog meets the black-and-white cat. Just in case you're wondering, they're not friends.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
So, in honor of them, here's my thing that must go: politically motivated emails. I'm not talking about funny ones, because I like a good laugh. Things like a turkey trying to take a bit out of President Bush's "'lil friend" = funny. That is ok to send.
A comparison of the 2 canidates' methods of catching a football = funny. Obviously I didn't make my decision of who to vote for over his athletic prowess (or lack thereof).
*I specifically used examples from the last presidential election so as not to seem like a hypocrite.
What I'm talking about are the emails intended to direclty influence how I'm going to vote in the upcoming election. I made the mistake of telling a coworker how I intended to vote (I should have taken the advice given to me years ago about working in the public sector: when asked who I intended to vote for, I should always respond by saying "the winner"). Now, said coworker is "hell-bent on bringing me back from the darkside" (his exact words) to which I responded, "you're implying that I was ever not on the darkside." I think he took those as "fighting words" and has sent me every ounce of political diatribe, every stupid picture, every red-neck account that he can get his grubby little finger to hit send on.
Frankly, I'm sick of it.
Does he seriously think that by sending me a picture of a certain canidate without his hand over his heart that I'm going to suddently change my vote? And does he think that by sending me a bunch of crap about how someone's name may or may not sound Muslim that a light-bulb is going to suddenly go off for me? Seriously people, give me a bit of credit.
In the immortal words of John Mayer:
Is there anyone who ever recalls changing their mind from the pain on a sign? Is there anyone who ever recalls breaking rank from something someone yelled real loud one time?
John gets it. Is it really that difficult?
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Or so I thought.
As it turns out, they are listening to every single word I say. They are watching everything I do. And they are lying in wait - just hoping for the perfect moment to use those things against me. So are your kids.
Tonight, as I was cleaning up the dinner dishes, the girls and G's friend were sitting at the counter coloring. Bryn was sitting on the counter in front of them chatting away. In the middle of her 2-year-old run-on sentence, she picked a big ole nasty booger, and then she ATE it.
We were all obviously grossed out, so I took the opportunity to teach Bryn that it isn't polite to pick our boogers and eat them. It is very unsanitary (and I went on a lengthy explanation why). Besides, I told her, she doesn't see mommy eating boogers, daddy eating boogers, or her sister eating boogers.
Then, G's sweet friend piped up (who we shall call "jill" - to protect the daughter of what I was soon to find out is a booger eater). She told me how her daddy pick his nose and eats it - or sometimes he just rolls it into a ball and flicks it out the window, but only when he's driving.
Makes me scared to think what my kids are tellilng other people about me.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
But it did lead me to step on the scale, thinking that maybe knowledge of how much I've actually gained in the past few weeks would snap me back into reality. I was shocked to see that I've gained back 5 pounds. 5 pounds, that I'd fought to lose over the previous months. It definitely shocked me into reality, and I realized that something has to be done.
Something has happened to me. I've lost all discipline and self-control, and somehow I need to get it back. Because of my sore foot, I've gone from averaging 25 miles per week of running to averaging about 6 miles per week all last month. But I've also stopped caring about what I eat. It isn't a good combination.
My foot is feeling a bit better, and I've signed up for a 5k on Saturday to test it. Assuming it is feeling good, I'm going to register for the Las Vegas 1/2 marathon in December (Kari - are you still running that??) I'm also thinking that I should stop thinking of doing a triathlon, and actually sign up for one. The cross training would do wonders for helping my foot to heal.
I also need to get my diet back on track. I'm realistic enough to know that if I try to change everything all at once, I'm going to fail miserably. So, I'm going to try to change one thing at a time. I don't know if anyone remembers reading my blog a couple of years ago when I was doing the 21 day goals? Basically, it relies on the assumption that if you can do something consistently for 21 days, it will become a habit. Instead of going back to my normally restrictive way of eating, I'm going to change one bad habit at a time. Once I go 21 straight days of change, I'll add something else.
Today is day 1 of no sugar! And I'm not gonna lie: its been HELL. I'm craving something sweet. I'm on my 3rd diet coke, and its doing nothing to squelch the craving. I've got a headache. I can't see straight. I think I'm getting the shakes . . . (ok - I may be getting a bit dramatic, but not much) I know from past experience that the first week will be the hardest, but if I can make it until the weekend, I'll be ok (until my birthday next month - that will be a difficult one).
But, I'm posting it here for all of cyberspace to see to keep my honest. If any of you happen to see me around, don't hesitate to ask me how I'm doing. And if you catch me with a cookie-in-hand, tell me to put it down before anyone gets hurt.
And even though I'm not doing biggest loser this time around, I'm still going to do weekly Friday weigh-ins to keep me honest.
PS - I had so much fun hearing from some of my blurkers. I was suprised to see how many came from TLOL - it was such a great community "back in the day." I was also suprised to have some local blurkers (one even in the same city where I work.) Perhaps we should plan a blogger dinner where we could meet up or something . . . just a thought.
Monday, September 22, 2008
I hereby proclaim that September 22nd, 2008 shall be Blurker Amnesty Day. You are probably saying to yourself - "Self, what is Blurker Amnesty Day?" Well this is the day that all blurkers can (and hopefully will) comment and make their presence known without penalty. You may even be saying to yourself - "Self, what is a blurker?" To answer you again, oh inquisitive one - a blurker is a blog lurker. Someone who reads a blog but never posts any comments. So my unobtrusive friend - I am calling you out. In exchange for your comment, you have my solemn promise that I will not stalk you or request a comment from you in the future. Amnesty. In case you are saying to yourself - "Self, how do I comment on a blog?" Well, I can answer that as well. Simply click on the area that says X # of people had something to say. You will see a comment box pop up. If you are signed into blogger then you can type your comment and click submit. If you don't have a google account then type your comment and make sure to include your name and perhaps your location (so I know who you are) and select anonymous. Then click submit. It is just that easy! I am not upset that I have blurkers - it doesn't creep me out in the least. I am curious who you are - I crave the human interaction - I can only squeeze so much engaging chatter out of the little ones. Trust me I squeeze them all too much. I am just interested in who is out there. Reading. And not commenting. And to my fellow bloggers, feel free to declare amnesty for your blurkers on this special day as well. Of course you can borrow the logo. Consider it a gift. And I would love to hear if you brought some blurkers out of hiding!
Friday, September 19, 2008
Today my post is all about Bryn. As you can tell from the following pictures, she is a goof - one may even call her a ham - and both words fit her. She is amazingly bright, funny, spontaneous, strong willed, and loving all at the same time. She has an incredible ability to live her life to the fullest. She's friendly and kind.
When I took her to Maryland in the spring, she was amazing with my grandfather. That girl's got the gift of empathy and love. She wasn't scared one bit to hug him, kiss him, show him her treasures, and even try to sit on his lap (which she couldn't do, since he was recovering from a broken hip and femur).
She loves princesses, babies, and all things girl. Her very favorite is to dress up as Cinderella - she even insists that her name is not Bryn, but rather CINDERELLA.
She wants to do everything her big sister is doing. She's G's shadow.
Bryn is also coordinated and physical. She's a fast runner, and always on the go.
As you may imagine, with all her other qualities, she doesn't sleep very well. But she does love to eat (I'm sure she burns every calorie and more).
She is also very bright. She knows the alphabet, and can even recognize many letters. She can count to 20, and actually understands what counting means.
She loves music and dancing. Many times I have found her singing and dancing when she doesn't think I'm watching. But here - now you can watch too:
Bryn is like a ray of sunshine and I am proud to be her mommy.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
So, you know that my DVR is already set for next Thursday's premier.
I think working in an office setting helps me relate to the really awkward situations that Michael Scott puts his employees in. One of my very favorite Office episodes, was the one where they had "diversity training". It reminded me of a similarly uncomfortable episode of my own.
As most of my readers know by now, I work for the local government of a small town - and with small towns typically comes a "small-town" attitude. Over 90% of the town's population is white and Mormon - there isn't much diversity here. The entire workforce of the City at that time was white, except for one African-American police officer (who shall be called Officer Jones, to protect the "diversified"). It was very fitting when our diversity training was done by a man who had grown up here his entire life. During the part of his lecture where he was telling us not to judge people who were "different" then we were, he decided to use a personal example. He told us of how when he first met Officer Jones, he never would have guessed the man was religious by looking at him. But, as it turned out, Officer Jones was not only a religious man, he had even been a church missionary!
The room was silent, and you could cut the irony with a dull knife. No one knew how to respond to the unintentionally racially biased story. It was a classic Micheal Scott-ish moment.
My husband too, has had more than one "Office" experience at his former place of employment (former as of yesterday - wooo hooo). One day last month I was talking to him on the phone while he was at work, and in the background I hear a bell ring, and then a loud cheer accompanied by clapping.
"What was that?" I asked him. "Are you at a ball game or something?"
"No," he sheepishly answered. "Its the new motivational idea at work. Every time someone closes a deal, they have to run to the center of the room, ring a bell, and then we all cheer."
I laughed for days. Can't you just see Andy and Dwight running to ring a bell, while Jim and Pam sarcastically cheer and clap?
Apparently, business has been slow at Ben's former place of employment, and they were struggling to get morale up. The economy had slowed their work by so much, that they were trying to find anything to keep employees busy. It is a pretty "old school" company, where the men are still required to wear shirts and ties. One day last month, work was so slow, that employees were asked to do basic janitorial work. Guys were scrubbing the toilets in their ties. Some of them were asked to clean the pond in the middle of the atrium of the building. Guys were sucking pond scum, with hip-waders over their business suits.
I think we could write a whole episode just based upon his experiences.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
The kid sitting next to me leaned over and said “Christie, there’s a lady in the window trying to get your attention. She looks like you. Is that your sister?” (my mom always has looked younger than her age)
I was totally and completely mortified, and ignored her long enough that she finally went away. Although people thought she was my sister, I still didn’t want to claim that crazy lady as one of my own.
That was the first time I remember being embarrassed of my mom. I was 10 years old.
I guess karma has come back to bite me, because G is already embarrassed of me! She is 4.
The other day, I took the afternoon off of work to help my sister and brother-in-law install wood flooring into their new house. I was dressed in a tee-shirt, old jeans, and a ball cap. I was dirty, sweaty, and not very attractive. On my way home, I stopped at the daycare to pick up the girls.
G took one look at me, put her hands on her hips, and exclaimed “Mom! You didn’t going outside looking like that did you?”
She wouldn’t even hug me! And when we walked outside to the car, she had to check first to make sure no one else was there who would see us together.
Monday, September 15, 2008
Here's the rules:
a. Type your answer to each of the questions below into Flickr Search.
b. Using only the first page, pick an image.
c. Copy and paste each of the URLs for the images into fd’s mosaic maker.
d. copy the mosaic image (right click, save image as) to your computer.
1. What is your first name? Christie
2. What is your favorite food? Café rio salad
3. What high school did you go to? Dixie Heights/Fairfield
4. What is your favorite color? green
5. Who is your celebrity crush? Brad Pitt
6. Favorite drink? Diet Dr Pepper
7. Dream vacation? Alaska in the autumn
8. Favorite dessert? Apple pie
9. What you want to be when you grow up? happy
10. What do you love most in life? family
11. One Word to describe you? planner
12. Your flickr name? chutch
Thursday, September 11, 2008
1. My hubby got a new job. Actually, he got his old job back, but its still a great thing. Last year, he quit a good job for the promise of a better job. Unfortunately, the better job closed its doors a short 3 months after he was hired. Its been a difficult year since then, but his old boss hired him back - with great benefits and an even better salary!
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
1. Did you date someone from your High School?
I dated lots of “someones” from my high school. No one very serious though. It is difficult to take mullets seriously.
2. What kind of car did you drive?
I had a green Chevy Corsica. I thought it was the best car ever – boy was I wrong! I actually wrecked it one stormy night, right in the front of Boomer Esiason’s house and being that there were no cell phones in that day, I had to knock on his door for help. He was having a Christmas party, and I got invited in. There were lots of famous people there. It was kind of cool and he was totally nice.
3. What was the most embarrassing moment of High School for you?
The day I left my headlights on, so the battery was dead after school. My dad, thinking he was going to teach me a lesson, decided to help me change the battery (because it wouldn’t jump-start). Problem was, the parking lot after school was where the marching band practiced. And we had a really big marching band, and they had to move around my car to practice – while my dad was trying to teach me how to change the battery. Sure, it was just the band, but I was still mortified.
4. Were you a party animal?
I don’t know if I would go so far as to say party animal, but I did like to have fun.
5. Were you considered a flirt?
Yes – relentless. I was totally boy crazy, and seriously lived my life for “guys.” I kept a log of who I had made-out with, and there were over 60 names on that list.
6. Were you in Band, Orchestra, or Choir?
You actually had to be in one or the other – I chose choir
7. Were you a nerd?
I sure hope not
8. Were you on any Varsity teams?
Nope – I’ve never been good at team sports
9. Did you ever get suspended/expelled?
No, but I did get Saturday School once for skipping school with my boyfriend. I know some people skipped school all the time, but it was a big deal where I went to school. We actually had a security guard and a locked parking lot – and leaving school grounds during school was pretty serious.
10. Can you still sing the fight song?
I don’t even know if we had a fight song
11. Who were your favorite teachers?
I loved my chemistry teacher, whose name I cannot remember right now. She was blonde, and fun, and really made chemistry interesting. I know one time we all got to be parts of a molecule – I got to be a loose and available electron, and thought that was the best.
12. Where did you sit during lunch?
I ate in the “big” cafeteria at a round table with some of my friends
13. What was your school's full name?
I actually went to 2 different high schools – Dixie Heights in Kentucky for my freshman and sophomore years, and Fairfield High School in Ohio for the rest.
14. School mascot?
Dixie Colonials and Fairfield Indians
15. Did you go to Homecoming? With whom?
Yes – I actually went junior year with Scott Mitter. I was taller than he was with my big shoes on, and very self conscious the entire night. Senior year I went with Jason Tucker. He was such a cutie (and very tall). I also went one year with a friend from another school.
16. If you could go back and do it again, would you?
I loved high school, but college was so much better. Can I go back and do that again please?
17. What do you remember most about graduation?
I actually didn’t go to graduation. I graduated early, and I went to college early. I do regret sometimes that I missed out on some of that stuff, and if I could I would go back and do that again – just for the memories. But then again, college was like 1,000 times more fun so maybe I made the right decision.
18. Where did you go Senior Skip Day?
What is senior skip day?
19. Were you in any clubs?
Yes – I was in French Club and the environmental club
20. Have you gained some weight since then?
Yep – about 40 pounds actually. I was too skinny thing back then though (but I’m too fat now)
21. Who was your Prom Date?
I didn’t go to prom – junior year my boyfriend was in rehab (same guy I skipped school with back in #9). I did get asked by another guy to go just as friends, but I turned him down because I didn’t think it was fair to Shawn (with him being in lock-up and all). Senior year, I had already graduated, but I was dating an older guy (Dan) who was in college, and felt it was beneath him to go back to high school for a dance. I really think I missed out on prom, and if I could go back I would make sure I went.
22. 10 year Reunion? Are you planning on going?
Ummm – it was 5 years ago, and I didn’t go
23. Looking back, what advice would you give yourself?
I think I would tell myself to worry less about image, and more about the things that really matter (hard work, honesty, etc)
Thursday, September 04, 2008
I thought though, that maybe I should do a post dedicated to my sweet Gracelin. I haven't talked much about my kids lately. But they're growing and changing quickly, and I need to document things before I forget.
If there was one word to describe G, it would be DIVA.
She is so grown up, and already into fashion and boys - its difficult to believe she's only 4 years old. The other day I took her clothes shopping, and she told me that she wanted to buy something that made her look like a teenager. She loves make-up, cute hair, and her clothes have to always be (in her words) fashionable. And the girl knows how to accessorize. Some people (like me for example) are always the fashion victim - but she can dress well and pull it off. Yes - she is a diva extraordinaire.
She's also a Daddy's girl - especially lately. She just loves Daddy the best. The other night, I was trying to explain to her that Mommy loves her too, no matter what. Her response to me was "I don't know why Heavenly Father made me this way, but I just love Daddy more." Its all good though - I know she loves me too, and I'm glad she has a good relationship with her Dad.
She is an excellent sister, and loves Bryn so much. They play so well together, and G is so very patient with her strong-willed little sissy.
She's also my friend. I can talk with her about things, and she really understands and cares. I also have a life-long shopping buddy, and for that I'm very happy :)
G is also very smart. She loves to add and subtract, and will sit in her car seat doing her own math problems. I love it when she'll proudly exclaim that "5 plus 2 is 7." She can write her name, and actually can write all her letters now - most are actually legible too! She also draws and colors exceptionally well, and is so proud of herself for being able to stay inside the lines.
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
On the way there, the odometer met another milestone: perfect 7s. Gotta be lucky!
It was actually really cold up there, and since their cabin is quite "rustic", the only heat comes from one wood-burning stove. Although we kept it cranked up, it was still chilly enough that we needed long shirts and pants - quite the change from the 100s that it had been just the week before.
It rained throughout the night, and we woke up to a skiff of snow on the peaks.
We did see a few moments of sun, and managed some short excursions into the woods.
See that patch of sun!
The second wave of the storm hit mid-morning, and actually started to accumulate. Although we were at 9000 feet, its still a bit early for September 1st. (I'm not complaining one bit - summer is my least favorite season)
See how lovely the slope and lift look with a skiff of the season's first snow. Makes me so excited.
The storm had really settled in by the time we headed down the mountain.
By the time we made it home though, the storm had passed. We should have stuck it out.