TV for the Feeble Minded

I figured I needed to make an effort and at least post once in 2009. Actually, my husband is driving me to do this because on this particular evening he's watching groups of amateur sailors race each other around the world on our television. The fact that this sport has its own channel just boggles my mind and I felt a strong urge to blog about it.

If cable can find a spot on TV for wanna be boaters could I possibly get my own network time? They could tape me doing the Taxi Dash. I'd head out from my house racing other mothers on my son's soccer team. We would see who could drop off their kid and run the most errands in an hour before we'd have to get our kids picked up from practice. Riveting television for sure.

Maybe the Costco Cart Crashes would be a more "edge of you're seat" sporting event. Those ladies who skipped breakfast just to get a decent parking spot at Costco are pretty fierce when it comes to getting the first samples at the end of each isle. I've whipped my cart around and taken out a couple of shoppers in my day for the organic/fat free delicacy they were offering me.

As luck would have it my husbands sailing "program" is over so until I get my own show maybe I can watch some real TV WWF anyone?

Let's get Pugsical! Physical!

My sister-in-law has a pug. A very cute slightly overweight dog named Fitz. I can really relate to his struggle to be more fit. For some time I've been fighting the freshman 10 plus the married 20 and the baby 15....well you get the picture. Over the holiday I hear that Fitz is on a workout regime (probably so he doesn't gain the Turkey Day average of 1 lb.).

We were eating Thanksgiving dinner at my house and my mother-in-law mentioned that while they were dog sitting Fitz they had to run him on the treadmill. In my mind I conjured up images of Vicki with Fitz in the workout room. She was hired as his personal trainer; pushing him each day to reach his personal best. I'm sure they came up with a goal sheet for him and that there was a towel and water bottle ready for him after he'd pushed himself to his doggie limits.

I recalled that Fitz could reach speeds up to 4.5 mph without breaking a sweat. Now, when I heard this I felt slightly embarrassed. I, in my personal quest for fitness, had only run 1 minute sprints at a pace of 4.5 mph. Certainly I could push myself faster than that considering I have twice the leg span of this dog(I have pretty short legs for a human so cut me some slack). Needless to say I felt a little lacking.

Never in a million years did I think I'd find myself in competition with a dog. Now I'm running 5.8 mph sprints for 1 1/2 minutes. Maybe sometime soon Fitz and I will come out with a workout video for pets and the people who love them, but for now Fitz can eat my dust!

Holiday Handy craft

I've seen these primitive embroidered handy crafts everywhere during the holidays and each time I see them I say "That would be so easy to make". Well without a pattern it's not as easy as it looks. I spent forever free handing it on my tea stained cloth and then took two evenings in front of the TV watching The Girls Next Door to complete it. I told the kids that it is now a family heirloom and not to fight over it when I'm gone (I didn't really say that last part but I thought it).

Holey Socks! Amen!

I was just talking to my mother-in-law and she told me about someone writing about her experiences in Russia and sending the stories to friends to keep them posted. It sounded down right interesting. I've been checking out a blog one of my friends told me about. It's her girlfriend blogging about their families move to Mexico and reading it is humorous and enlightening.

Unfortunately, I'm not getting that vibe from my own ramblings and would be embarrassed to have any of these women read about my daily life. Why you ask, do I feel this way? Because today I'm going to tell you about holey socks. They are the bane of my existence and I had a long rant about them earlier in my day and still feel the need to share.

I want to know...could I just find one sock without a giant hole in it when I do laundry? It's like there's some freakish foot fungus that has hit my boys and it deteriorates socks on contact. It used to be that we blamed the holes on the boys sliding across the hardwood floors all the time but now that they've grown out of that fun, albeit annoying habit, it obviously wasn't the culprit. Most moms complain about the dryer "eating" socks so that they have to pair the Hello Kitty sock with the Nike one and their kids go to school looking like orphans. That's not the case here....I don't even have a mismatched pair to put together. I can't even recycle them into sock puppets they're so bad (a Webkinz turtleneck maybe)! I'm going to start a Save A Sock campaign. Anyone who wants to donate to the worthy cause will be buying the next package of socks for my boys! So then you won't have to listen to me rant anymore (at least about this topic). Please do us ALL the favor!

Maybe I should move to Belize where my post would be more interesting and my boys could wear flip-flops!

Turkey and Then Some...Gravy

I bought my T Day turkey yesterday. That's one giant hunk of meat. I've only ever cooked dinner for the official "family" gathering once before and so I'm feeling the pressure. Can't say I'm a stellar cook....mostly traditional stuff. "Nothing Fancy" as my mom would say but pretty tasty.

I took Liam to Sears the other day for his Christmas photo. I cheaped out and didn't buy school photos for him this year so I did it this way instead. He's a cute kid and I made the mistake of telling him so and he replied "yeah, I'm good looking". He was pretty pleased with himself and the pics he took (obviously) and suprisingly he talked the whole entire time. I think he just enjoys hearing the sound of his own voice. I didn't think I'd get him to smile either with the braces but he was Mr. GQ for the entire session. It's the most fun I've had with Liam in quite awhile. I love making that occasional connection with my 12 year old.

It just dawned on me that this blog is an adultified verson of a diary. I had a cute one when I was about 10 with Garfield on the cover and the little lock on the side....like that stopped anyone from uncovering all my secrets! I gave it to Abby to mess with and read. We read some of it together and I have to say I didn't like my sisters much. They obviously never did what I told them to. Abby has always wanted a sister so I hope it was an eye opening read for her. Lord knows she has enough dolls as a good substitution.

Welcome to My World

My son just said "my mommy is now entering the technological world." He's 12 and had to help me set this blog up so I think he's making fun of me but I'm pretty proud of myself. Now both my boys are standing over me hanging onto my every typo. This may be my only blog so enjoy!