So, one of the things I really like about my gym is that it is so non-judgemental. I am breaking my own cardinal rule here, but, really. Who ever thought there would be plumber swimsuits??
cartoon deleted because of copyright.
This guy, older is working out in the pool. Good for him. But his swimsuit is from a million years ago when he only weighed 280. It used to be blue, I think, from the edges. It is now translucent grey/white. NO, I can't see anything through it, you dirty old people...I am not looking there. But it doesn't pull up over his belly in front, and, in the back---plumber!! ewwwww.
The other day when I was swimming, I saw him with a new swimsuit. And I rejoiced for him. Glad he found the money. But wait--they are STILL plumber pants. What is wrong with this guy?? I shook my head.
Maybe 20 minutes later, I see the original guy. No, he didn't buy a new suit. That was ANOTHER guy. 2 plumbers in one gym. There oughta be a law.
cartoon deleted because of copyright.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
More star wars
and yes, it is clean to watch in front of children...but you won't be able to hear it. It is hard understanding in silence. but worth it.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
"Star wars trilogy" by someone who hasn't seen the movies
Well, now we know everything George Lucas knows.
Star Wars: Retold (by someone who hasn't seen it) from Joe Nicolosi on Vimeo.
Star Wars: Retold (by someone who hasn't seen it) from Joe Nicolosi on Vimeo.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
The "MOM song"
I just noticed that my copy of the mom song below has been removed and is no longer available. Glad I wrote down the words.
more exercise
I posted this on my guai forum. Thought I'd post it here for a record.
I have felt for a couple of weeks that I should share my exercise experience in case they may help someone else. I started using Lifeworks, my gym, in January 2005. This gym has all the machines, bikes, cardio, etc. But I went because it had a regular pool (83 degrees), a warm pool (93 degrees), and a hot tub. I pretty much wasn't able to move at that time. My husband and I decided that although $50 a month was a lot of money for us, that I needed to do SOMETHING to help my fibro besides taking a zillion meds, which left me well enough as long as I stayed in bed.
My initial goal was to go twice a week to hang out in the warm pool and the hot tub. I didn't have to do anything in the water except move my arms or legs if I felt that I could. Some days, all I did was hang on a noodle for 45 minutes. But, I HAD to go, that was the rule. I'd be so exhausted after hanging, that I had to sit down to shower. And take a break between washing my hair and rinsing. I would drive home and be in pain for a day and a half. That's STUPID. I didn't do anything to deserve such pain. But I had to admit, the warm and hot water felt delicious, even on days that I couldn't move. I worked up to an hour three times a week. I would see all the old ladies doing their water exercise class and knew that I couldn't do it. That's okay, I said, you just have to show up. One time, it was feeling so good that I hung on the noodle for an extra 45 minutes to an hour. I mean, I wasn't DOING anything. Mistake. Even just hanging in the water, you are making minute adjustments to the action of the waves when other people move. I hurt a lot after that time, but it taught me that just hanging there WAS a workout.
Within a few months, I could walk in the warm pool for a short time. It was probably10-15 feet across. Some days I did a few lengths, somedays, I would just hang. I remember some times that I was so exhausted at the end that the keypad to get into my locker to get my shower stuff would be a trial. Because my fingers would "stutter" in fatigue. It still took me a day and a half to recover.
Probably in that first year, the warm pool was crowded doing "laps". So, I would go to the regular pool, regulation length, and walk a lap or more. Then, my reward was to go to the warm pool to hang out. And the hot tub. As I got better at doing the walking laps, I spent more time in the regular pool and less in the warm pool. I was up to an hour now, and it only took me a day to recover.
In the summer of 2007, I got the bright idea that the swimming wasn't really helping. We also could use the $50 at home. So, I stopped. What a giant colossal mistake. My shoulders and neck tightened up. My hips and back raged. I needed a backrub/massage from my hubby nearly every night. But, at least I learned. I rejoined in October.
I started doing some swimming. My goal was 4 laps, using 4 different strokes. That way, I figured, I would be using lots of different muscles. Wow, that was harder than I thought. I had to stop every length to get my breathing and heartrate back. It felt awful. But I did it. Then straight to the warm pool and hot tub. No energy for anything else. Sit down showers. Eventually, I could walk the big pool after the 4 swimming laps. When I walked a fair amount, I knew that I could add some more swimming and less walking. Good days and bad, still. And all I HAD to do was come and hang in the warm pool. No excuses to not show up. I did the breaststroke, the elementary backstroke, the sidestroke, and the back crawl, I could not and still cannot do the front crawl. Every time I do, I get tendonitis (tennis elbow) in my right arm.
I started Guai in 2008.
Now, I swim 36 laps per session, 3 times a week. That's 1 MILE, folks. I feel so proud of myself when I do it. Every four laps, I move the kickboard to keep count. Yet, sometimes, I still have to talk myself up. "You just have to do twelve laps if you are really feeling bad." "If I did 12, I could do 18--that's half a mile!" If I did 20, I could do 24--that's 2/3 of a mile. If I got to 24, go to 28. From 28, it's 2 laps till the thirties. From 32, why in the world wouldn't I do the whole 36? It only works because I know I can do 36. If I had to quit at 12, that's ok, cause I did 12. I don't want to sound like I am encouraging people to go beyond what their body says to do. It only works for me because I know I can do it. It usually only needs a good night's sleep to recover. I can do easy things right after until bedtime. Sometimes, I just lay in bed and read.
On mondays, I shop for groceries afterward. I am thinking of starting machines on Tuesday/Thursday. Or a DVD at home. I can do some more now, I think.
I remember when I could only do one thing per day with the rest of the day to recover. And that would be a small store, not a walmart or a costco.
Start moving, folks, even if all you can do is hang in the pool. You will be amazed to see where it will get you. I don't believe that guai alone will get you where you want to be. You have to move.
I have felt for a couple of weeks that I should share my exercise experience in case they may help someone else. I started using Lifeworks, my gym, in January 2005. This gym has all the machines, bikes, cardio, etc. But I went because it had a regular pool (83 degrees), a warm pool (93 degrees), and a hot tub. I pretty much wasn't able to move at that time. My husband and I decided that although $50 a month was a lot of money for us, that I needed to do SOMETHING to help my fibro besides taking a zillion meds, which left me well enough as long as I stayed in bed.
My initial goal was to go twice a week to hang out in the warm pool and the hot tub. I didn't have to do anything in the water except move my arms or legs if I felt that I could. Some days, all I did was hang on a noodle for 45 minutes. But, I HAD to go, that was the rule. I'd be so exhausted after hanging, that I had to sit down to shower. And take a break between washing my hair and rinsing. I would drive home and be in pain for a day and a half. That's STUPID. I didn't do anything to deserve such pain. But I had to admit, the warm and hot water felt delicious, even on days that I couldn't move. I worked up to an hour three times a week. I would see all the old ladies doing their water exercise class and knew that I couldn't do it. That's okay, I said, you just have to show up. One time, it was feeling so good that I hung on the noodle for an extra 45 minutes to an hour. I mean, I wasn't DOING anything. Mistake. Even just hanging in the water, you are making minute adjustments to the action of the waves when other people move. I hurt a lot after that time, but it taught me that just hanging there WAS a workout.
Within a few months, I could walk in the warm pool for a short time. It was probably10-15 feet across. Some days I did a few lengths, somedays, I would just hang. I remember some times that I was so exhausted at the end that the keypad to get into my locker to get my shower stuff would be a trial. Because my fingers would "stutter" in fatigue. It still took me a day and a half to recover.
Probably in that first year, the warm pool was crowded doing "laps". So, I would go to the regular pool, regulation length, and walk a lap or more. Then, my reward was to go to the warm pool to hang out. And the hot tub. As I got better at doing the walking laps, I spent more time in the regular pool and less in the warm pool. I was up to an hour now, and it only took me a day to recover.
In the summer of 2007, I got the bright idea that the swimming wasn't really helping. We also could use the $50 at home. So, I stopped. What a giant colossal mistake. My shoulders and neck tightened up. My hips and back raged. I needed a backrub/massage from my hubby nearly every night. But, at least I learned. I rejoined in October.
I started doing some swimming. My goal was 4 laps, using 4 different strokes. That way, I figured, I would be using lots of different muscles. Wow, that was harder than I thought. I had to stop every length to get my breathing and heartrate back. It felt awful. But I did it. Then straight to the warm pool and hot tub. No energy for anything else. Sit down showers. Eventually, I could walk the big pool after the 4 swimming laps. When I walked a fair amount, I knew that I could add some more swimming and less walking. Good days and bad, still. And all I HAD to do was come and hang in the warm pool. No excuses to not show up. I did the breaststroke, the elementary backstroke, the sidestroke, and the back crawl, I could not and still cannot do the front crawl. Every time I do, I get tendonitis (tennis elbow) in my right arm.
I started Guai in 2008.
Now, I swim 36 laps per session, 3 times a week. That's 1 MILE, folks. I feel so proud of myself when I do it. Every four laps, I move the kickboard to keep count. Yet, sometimes, I still have to talk myself up. "You just have to do twelve laps if you are really feeling bad." "If I did 12, I could do 18--that's half a mile!" If I did 20, I could do 24--that's 2/3 of a mile. If I got to 24, go to 28. From 28, it's 2 laps till the thirties. From 32, why in the world wouldn't I do the whole 36? It only works because I know I can do 36. If I had to quit at 12, that's ok, cause I did 12. I don't want to sound like I am encouraging people to go beyond what their body says to do. It only works for me because I know I can do it. It usually only needs a good night's sleep to recover. I can do easy things right after until bedtime. Sometimes, I just lay in bed and read.
On mondays, I shop for groceries afterward. I am thinking of starting machines on Tuesday/Thursday. Or a DVD at home. I can do some more now, I think.
I remember when I could only do one thing per day with the rest of the day to recover. And that would be a small store, not a walmart or a costco.
Start moving, folks, even if all you can do is hang in the pool. You will be amazed to see where it will get you. I don't believe that guai alone will get you where you want to be. You have to move.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
exercise
I am currently (well, not at this actual precise minute) swimming 1 mile three times a week. Yea, me!!
It has been snowing a lot. We got 12" (although dad says it was 10)on saturday, followed by an inch or two sunday, sunday night, monday night...and it's snowing heavily now. Kevin realizes that Debra's house is on a corner again...lots of sidewalk to shovel. They also salt them because I guess Detroiters like lots of lawsuits. I think maybe I will wait to go to Costco to get my drugs, although it is supposed to snow thursday as well. And tomorrow I swim. Usually don't do much after a swim, except mondays when I go to Marc's (hi, kerry!) to get groceries. Costco and BJ's are farther away.
Boy, I have a boring life.
Dad is redoing Kev's old room for an office. He has patched holes and nail holes, primed it all, and painted the trim. Next will come the actual painting, a light beigeish, I think. Then he plans to rip up the carpet for the hardwood floors underneath. If he was only this excited about all house projects!!:)
It has been snowing a lot. We got 12" (although dad says it was 10)on saturday, followed by an inch or two sunday, sunday night, monday night...and it's snowing heavily now. Kevin realizes that Debra's house is on a corner again...lots of sidewalk to shovel. They also salt them because I guess Detroiters like lots of lawsuits. I think maybe I will wait to go to Costco to get my drugs, although it is supposed to snow thursday as well. And tomorrow I swim. Usually don't do much after a swim, except mondays when I go to Marc's (hi, kerry!) to get groceries. Costco and BJ's are farther away.
Boy, I have a boring life.
Dad is redoing Kev's old room for an office. He has patched holes and nail holes, primed it all, and painted the trim. Next will come the actual painting, a light beigeish, I think. Then he plans to rip up the carpet for the hardwood floors underneath. If he was only this excited about all house projects!!:)
Monday, January 12, 2009
Parenting
I just read on somebody's blog the following sentence: "The proof of good parenting is in the lives of our children..."
What??!! If my child screws up because of stupid choices he is making with his darn-it-all free agency, then I am a bad parent?? The trouble is that This lie from Satan is commonly and frequently visiting my psyche enough anyway. I can get quite upset enough about it without someone validating it by writing it down.
I know that I can look at some of my children and think, "see, I was a good parent". But it is the one that got away that torments me.
To be fair, the blog, The more the messier, uses this comment on her blog to say it isn't true...
"I mean, if only, right? If only we could rest assured that by doing everything "right" (whatever that means) when raising our children, we would be rewarded with responsible, loving, hard-working teens and adults. But, um, no. Doesn't work that way. I've seen kids raised on TV and junk food and general neglect turn into the most wonderful people, and I've witnessed children nurtured and read to and lovingly disciplined develop into the most nightmarish teens you would wish to see."
...but it still hits me between the eyes every single d***** time.
What??!! If my child screws up because of stupid choices he is making with his darn-it-all free agency, then I am a bad parent?? The trouble is that This lie from Satan is commonly and frequently visiting my psyche enough anyway. I can get quite upset enough about it without someone validating it by writing it down.
I know that I can look at some of my children and think, "see, I was a good parent". But it is the one that got away that torments me.
To be fair, the blog, The more the messier, uses this comment on her blog to say it isn't true...
"I mean, if only, right? If only we could rest assured that by doing everything "right" (whatever that means) when raising our children, we would be rewarded with responsible, loving, hard-working teens and adults. But, um, no. Doesn't work that way. I've seen kids raised on TV and junk food and general neglect turn into the most wonderful people, and I've witnessed children nurtured and read to and lovingly disciplined develop into the most nightmarish teens you would wish to see."
...but it still hits me between the eyes every single d***** time.
Thursday, January 08, 2009
Financial advice
I saw this on "Amy's humble musings", which, if I cared enough I would link to it.
http://www.hulu.com/watch/1389/saturday-night-live-dont-buy-stuff?ref=patrick.net
Sound an awful lot like Dan's diet advice.
http://www.hulu.com/watch/1389/saturday-night-live-dont-buy-stuff?ref=patrick.net
Sound an awful lot like Dan's diet advice.
Thursday, January 01, 2009
Happy New Year!!
Larry Boulden sent this to Dad and I just think it needs a broader audience. Enjoy!!
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
sorry
I know I haven't been blogging lately, and I am sorry. I love reading all your blogs so much, it seems hypocritical to not maintain mine.
For the first winter in many years (maybe 5) that I have needed my lights for SAD (seasonal affective disorder). I have not been happy, and I have not been sleeping. I know that Carolyn and Kerry have been not sleeping more. But I am OLD OLD OLD. Either I can't get to sleep...sometimes all night till 6 am, or else I wake up every freaking hour. I am tired and my body can't take it. Sometimes I resort to ambien after a few days of this because I simply MUST have some sleep. It usually helps for that night, but I find that sometimes it means that the next day without it is worse.
I started my lights yesterday and hope to see some improvement. It has gotten to where I am afraid to go to bed because I am afraid of not sleeping. Doesn't help, I know, but who said I was rational.
I have an appointment with a sleep specialist January 6th for the snoring stuff. Probably I will have another sleep study. I am almost wishing for sleep apnea because then there is a treatment. David won't even sleep with me because of the snoring. perhaps TMI, but it makes me sad (SAD) even more. I know he needs his sleep too, so I try to accept. Actually, it's fun to have a whole king bed to myself, but I miss him.
For the first winter in many years (maybe 5) that I have needed my lights for SAD (seasonal affective disorder). I have not been happy, and I have not been sleeping. I know that Carolyn and Kerry have been not sleeping more. But I am OLD OLD OLD. Either I can't get to sleep...sometimes all night till 6 am, or else I wake up every freaking hour. I am tired and my body can't take it. Sometimes I resort to ambien after a few days of this because I simply MUST have some sleep. It usually helps for that night, but I find that sometimes it means that the next day without it is worse.
I started my lights yesterday and hope to see some improvement. It has gotten to where I am afraid to go to bed because I am afraid of not sleeping. Doesn't help, I know, but who said I was rational.
I have an appointment with a sleep specialist January 6th for the snoring stuff. Probably I will have another sleep study. I am almost wishing for sleep apnea because then there is a treatment. David won't even sleep with me because of the snoring. perhaps TMI, but it makes me sad (SAD) even more. I know he needs his sleep too, so I try to accept. Actually, it's fun to have a whole king bed to myself, but I miss him.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
I know
that I've posted this before, but I wanted to save it because it has the lyrics with it. Feel free to ignore it.
The Mom Song from Northland Video on Vimeo.
All I can say is watch out at the next talent show.
The Mom Song from Northland Video on Vimeo.
All I can say is watch out at the next talent show.
Monday, December 15, 2008
6 am, and the living ain't easy
Since I took codeine syrup for my persistent cough last night, I slept well until 3 am. Here I am 3 hours later, messing with the computer.
I must have deleted all my photo editing software, cause I am trying to do stuff for the big 86 today which probably won't get done because of the aforementioned and because our video card died on Thursday and we didn't get the computer fixed until late last night. Involving 3 trips to Best Buy. I don't even want to talk about it.
I must have deleted all my photo editing software, cause I am trying to do stuff for the big 86 today which probably won't get done because of the aforementioned and because our video card died on Thursday and we didn't get the computer fixed until late last night. Involving 3 trips to Best Buy. I don't even want to talk about it.
Christmas Party
We had a really nice Christmas party this year, with a theme of "international" Christmases. The food was NOT ham and scalloped potatoes. YEA!!! We had little phylo(sp) triangle with spinach in them from greece, potatoes baked from Idaho, some kind of curry dish, empan~adas, red cabbage with apples, strudel-type thingie, stollen, and a bunch more that I cannot remember.
One thing though was the same as always: Kids running loose through the gym, hallways, stage, etc. I had no kids to herd down, but I saw others who struggled and others who let them run, chase, scream. I hate that. But it is always there. Don't know how to change it.
One thing though was the same as always: Kids running loose through the gym, hallways, stage, etc. I had no kids to herd down, but I saw others who struggled and others who let them run, chase, scream. I hate that. But it is always there. Don't know how to change it.
Friday, November 21, 2008
Baby names
Now that our babies have their names, I want to introduce this in case you guys have any more.
Rates up there with "Tabernacle" and "Gonorrhea"
Rates up there with "Tabernacle" and "Gonorrhea"
who i am
I hear that "Mouse potato" has been added to the dictionary. I think some of my kids are similarly inclined.
Alma 5: 14, 19
This is from this.
Exactly right. Let's put ourselves in our places. We want to receive His image in our countenance.
I woke up at 5:30 this morning with this thought. What does the kingdom look like? It looks just like Jesus. It doesn’t look like you, or me, or anyone else. But the more you and I begin to look like Jesus, the more we begin to look like the kingdom. Our priorities become kingdom priorities. Secondary matters don’t matter so much to us any more.
Exactly right. Let's put ourselves in our places. We want to receive His image in our countenance.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
I wanna go home
So the days are flying past now that I can see the end in sight. As much as I love my family, it is time to go home to my primary family...David. He wrote me a "How do I miss you, let me count the ways" a la Elizabeth Barrett Browning. I think the same. David is going to drive down to Columbus friday night to pick me up from the airport because he can't wait. me either. I love you honey!!!
November
Hey, I just realized that as I sit here, it is the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month. cool. I can't wait for 2011!!!
Oh, don't forget "the days of November remember". Source, anyone???
Oh, don't forget "the days of November remember". Source, anyone???
Thursday, October 30, 2008
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