Our weekend was ok. We have had parties at our house for 3 consecutive weeks, and this weekend was supposed to be us sitting at home relaxing. But Joey's dad had a cookout so we felt like we needed to make an appearence.
Kaya played on a big dirt mound (fun) and Jimi just hung out with us. He is starting to sit up a little more and he loves to talk to you.
Sunday, Jimi would not sleep for anything. He typically takes a 2-3 hour nap midmorning/early afternoon, but he was awake pretty much all day, until 9:00. So by this time he was cranky, but he was fighting sleep much like Kaya used to. By the time he finally fell asleep, I was ready for a bottle of wine, or those chocolate glazed doughnuts in the kitchen. That is how I would usually deal with a stressful evening. I was good though and had 1 of those fudgecycles that are only like 20 calories and went to bed.
I went to ww on Saturday. I was 172.4 and it felt good to go again. I have been really good so far...of course this is only day 3 for me, so we shall see.
We aren't doing anything for the 4th. We went to the beach last year with friends and had a great time, but as busy as we have been recently, it might be nice to have a quiet long weekend.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Friday, June 27, 2008
Weight Watchers
2 Years ago this August I started WW and over the course of 4 months, met my goal of losing 25 lbs. I became pregnant, lost the baby and gained back all of my 25 lbs and became pregnant again (that is the abridged version)
It's been 14 weeks since I've delivered and I've tried watching my WW points on my own for over 6 weeks. After losing and gaining the same 5 lbs, my total weight loss is 2 lbs... ugg... just 30-40 more lbs to go. Yes that is right am 15 lbs heavier then I was when I started WW 2 years ago...and I thought I was really heavy then.
I signed up for their monthly pass yesterday and plan on weighing in and attending my first meeting on Saturday. I'm a little mad at myself for needing to go back. I still remember my mindset 2 years ago, but just can't find it again. I'm hoping that by having to own up to my weight each week and by paying for the monthly pass,that will be all I need to start shedding this weight.
So like last time I will be totally honest on here as well regarding my gains, losses, and weight. My scale this morning read 172...sob...sob...I will post tomorrow morning at my first weigh-in just in case they don't match.
It's been 14 weeks since I've delivered and I've tried watching my WW points on my own for over 6 weeks. After losing and gaining the same 5 lbs, my total weight loss is 2 lbs... ugg... just 30-40 more lbs to go. Yes that is right am 15 lbs heavier then I was when I started WW 2 years ago...and I thought I was really heavy then.
I signed up for their monthly pass yesterday and plan on weighing in and attending my first meeting on Saturday. I'm a little mad at myself for needing to go back. I still remember my mindset 2 years ago, but just can't find it again. I'm hoping that by having to own up to my weight each week and by paying for the monthly pass,that will be all I need to start shedding this weight.
So like last time I will be totally honest on here as well regarding my gains, losses, and weight. My scale this morning read 172...sob...sob...I will post tomorrow morning at my first weigh-in just in case they don't match.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Myers-Briggs Personality Test-Introverted-Sensing-Feeling-Judging
Yesterday evening, I decided to take the Myers-Briggs test to figure out my personality. There are many free tests on the web, and I'd love to know what some of your personalityies are that are reading this. Just google Myers-Briggs Test
I was classified ISFJ, here is the description:
ISFJs are characterized above all by their desire to serve others, their "need to be needed." In extreme cases, this need is so strong that standard give-and-take relationships are deeply unsatisfying to them; however, most ISFJs find more than enough with which to occupy themselves within the framework of a normal life. (Since ISFJs, like all SJs, are very much bound by the prevailing social conventions, their form of "service" is likely to exclude any elements of moral or political controversy; they specialize in the local, the personal, and the practical.)
ISFJs are often unappreciated, at work, home, and play. Ironically, because they prove over and over that they can be relied on for their loyalty and unstinting, high-quality work, those around them often take them for granted--even take advantage of them. Admittedly, the problem is sometimes aggravated by the ISFJs themselves; for instance, they are notoriously bad at delegating ("If you want it done right, do it yourself"). And although they're hurt by being treated like doormats, they are often unwilling to toot their own horns about their accomplishments because they feel that although they deserve more credit than they're getting, it's somehow wrong to want any sort of reward for doing work (which is supposed to be a virtue in itself). (And as low-profile Is, their actions don't call attention to themselves as with charismatic Es.) Because of all of this, ISFJs are often overworked, and as a result may suffer from psychosomatic illnesses.
In the workplace, ISFJs are methodical and accurate workers, often with very good memories and unexpected analytic abilities; they are also good with people in small-group or one-on-one situations because of their patient and genuinely sympathetic approach to dealing with others. ISFJs make pleasant and reliable co-workers and exemplary employees, but tend to be harried and uncomfortable in supervisory roles. They are capable of forming strong loyalties, but these are personal rather than institutional loyalties; if someone they've bonded with in this way leaves the company, the ISFJ will leave with them, if given the option. Traditional careers for an ISFJ include: teaching, social work, most religious work, nursing, medicine (general practice only), clerical and and secretarial work of any kind, and some kinds of administrative careers.
While their work ethic is high on the ISFJ priority list, their families are the centers of their lives. ISFJs are extremely warm and demonstrative within the family circle--and often possessive of their loved ones, as well. When these include Es who want to socialize with the rest of the world, or self-contained ITs, the ISFJ must learn to adjust to these behaviors and not interpret them as rejection. Being SJs, they place a strong emphasis on conventional behavior (although, unlike STJs, they are usually as concerned with being "nice" as with strict propriety); if any of their nearest and dearest depart from the straight-and-narrow, it causes the ISFJ major embarrassment: the closer the relationship and the more public the act, the more intense the embarrassment (a fact which many of their teenage children take gleeful advantage of). Over time, however, ISFJs usually mellow, and learn to regard the culprits as harmless eccentrics :-). Needless to say, ISFJs take infinite trouble over meals, gifts, celebrations, etc., for their loved ones--although strong Js may tend to focus more on what the recipient should want rather than what they do want.
Like most Is, ISFJs have a few, close friends. They are extremely loyal to these, and are ready to provide emotional and practical support at a moment's notice. (However, like most Fs they hate confrontation; if you get into a fight, don't expect them to jump in after you. You can count on them, however, run and get the nearest authority figure.) Unlike with EPs, the older the friendship is, the more an ISFJ will value it. One ISFJ trait that is easily misunderstood by those who haven't known them long is that they are often unable to either hide or articulate any distress they may be feeling. For instance, an ISFJ child may be reproved for "sulking," the actual cause of which is a combination of physical illness plus misguided "good manners." An adult ISFJ may drive a (later ashamed) friend or SO into a fit of temper over the ISFJ's unexplained moodiness, only afterwards to explain about a death in the family they "didn't want to burden anyone with." Those close to ISFJs should learn to watch for the warning signs in these situations and take the initiative themselves to uncover the problem.
I was classified ISFJ, here is the description:
ISFJs are characterized above all by their desire to serve others, their "need to be needed." In extreme cases, this need is so strong that standard give-and-take relationships are deeply unsatisfying to them; however, most ISFJs find more than enough with which to occupy themselves within the framework of a normal life. (Since ISFJs, like all SJs, are very much bound by the prevailing social conventions, their form of "service" is likely to exclude any elements of moral or political controversy; they specialize in the local, the personal, and the practical.)
ISFJs are often unappreciated, at work, home, and play. Ironically, because they prove over and over that they can be relied on for their loyalty and unstinting, high-quality work, those around them often take them for granted--even take advantage of them. Admittedly, the problem is sometimes aggravated by the ISFJs themselves; for instance, they are notoriously bad at delegating ("If you want it done right, do it yourself"). And although they're hurt by being treated like doormats, they are often unwilling to toot their own horns about their accomplishments because they feel that although they deserve more credit than they're getting, it's somehow wrong to want any sort of reward for doing work (which is supposed to be a virtue in itself). (And as low-profile Is, their actions don't call attention to themselves as with charismatic Es.) Because of all of this, ISFJs are often overworked, and as a result may suffer from psychosomatic illnesses.
In the workplace, ISFJs are methodical and accurate workers, often with very good memories and unexpected analytic abilities; they are also good with people in small-group or one-on-one situations because of their patient and genuinely sympathetic approach to dealing with others. ISFJs make pleasant and reliable co-workers and exemplary employees, but tend to be harried and uncomfortable in supervisory roles. They are capable of forming strong loyalties, but these are personal rather than institutional loyalties; if someone they've bonded with in this way leaves the company, the ISFJ will leave with them, if given the option. Traditional careers for an ISFJ include: teaching, social work, most religious work, nursing, medicine (general practice only), clerical and and secretarial work of any kind, and some kinds of administrative careers.
While their work ethic is high on the ISFJ priority list, their families are the centers of their lives. ISFJs are extremely warm and demonstrative within the family circle--and often possessive of their loved ones, as well. When these include Es who want to socialize with the rest of the world, or self-contained ITs, the ISFJ must learn to adjust to these behaviors and not interpret them as rejection. Being SJs, they place a strong emphasis on conventional behavior (although, unlike STJs, they are usually as concerned with being "nice" as with strict propriety); if any of their nearest and dearest depart from the straight-and-narrow, it causes the ISFJ major embarrassment: the closer the relationship and the more public the act, the more intense the embarrassment (a fact which many of their teenage children take gleeful advantage of). Over time, however, ISFJs usually mellow, and learn to regard the culprits as harmless eccentrics :-). Needless to say, ISFJs take infinite trouble over meals, gifts, celebrations, etc., for their loved ones--although strong Js may tend to focus more on what the recipient should want rather than what they do want.
Like most Is, ISFJs have a few, close friends. They are extremely loyal to these, and are ready to provide emotional and practical support at a moment's notice. (However, like most Fs they hate confrontation; if you get into a fight, don't expect them to jump in after you. You can count on them, however, run and get the nearest authority figure.) Unlike with EPs, the older the friendship is, the more an ISFJ will value it. One ISFJ trait that is easily misunderstood by those who haven't known them long is that they are often unable to either hide or articulate any distress they may be feeling. For instance, an ISFJ child may be reproved for "sulking," the actual cause of which is a combination of physical illness plus misguided "good manners." An adult ISFJ may drive a (later ashamed) friend or SO into a fit of temper over the ISFJ's unexplained moodiness, only afterwards to explain about a death in the family they "didn't want to burden anyone with." Those close to ISFJs should learn to watch for the warning signs in these situations and take the initiative themselves to uncover the problem.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Ode to George Carlin
George was a comedic genius. I first became a fan of his raw "humanity is doomed" type of comedy at the ripe old age of 12 or 13.
You will be sorely missed.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Happy Birthday Kaya
At 4:22 in the morning today, June 22nd my little girl was born 6 years ago. We had her party yesterday. She had such a great time with her friends, I am so blessed to have a beautiful, sweet little girl. I love you sweetie!
Sunday, June 15, 2008
This is the End
I am headed back to work on Tuesday after having been off for 12 weeks on maternity leave. To say I don't want to go back is the understatment of the year. In fact, if I were someone who suffered panic attacks, that is where I would be right now. Who knows before it is all said and done, I might have a few. I was struggling last night to remember exactly when the last time I was off for 12 weeks straight was...I can't exactly remember, but think it was way back when we lived on Stuart Ave, maybe in between Victoria Secret and Sterling Optical? All I know is that it has been at least 10 years and since I know I'm not having any more children, this is it for a long time to come.
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Back in my Day
I'm really not that person that is overly sensitive about my age. Getting older is a part of life after all, and the 1 or 2 grey hairs that showed up 4 or 5 years ago, have now started to invite their friends, but I have yet to really care that they are there. It struck me today though that I will be 32 this Saturday. Hmmm, I know when I was a kid, I thought 32 was middle age, and could never concievably see myself that old. Well I am just about there, and I still don't feel middle aged. My age doesn't really bother me, but when I think of the age of my parents, 69 and 67 this year, that really hits me...when did everyone get so old?
I remember summers when I was a kid, swinging as high as I could, then jumping out and flying, if only for a few seconds. Picking Crabs on the picnic table out in the back yard and lemonade at my grandmas house. Home made Ice cream, sucking on wild honeysuckle in the woods, and summer trips to theSsmithsonian. Our parents didn't spend money to go the beach or go to the pool, so we spent our days playing on our bikes, or playing wiffle ball. We lived too far out for cable, and we didn't have atari...but we were never bored.
What do you remember?
I remember summers when I was a kid, swinging as high as I could, then jumping out and flying, if only for a few seconds. Picking Crabs on the picnic table out in the back yard and lemonade at my grandmas house. Home made Ice cream, sucking on wild honeysuckle in the woods, and summer trips to theSsmithsonian. Our parents didn't spend money to go the beach or go to the pool, so we spent our days playing on our bikes, or playing wiffle ball. We lived too far out for cable, and we didn't have atari...but we were never bored.
What do you remember?
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Bad Joo Joo
So I must have done something to upset Karmic law yesterday, because it totally kicked my ass!
I was at the mall with Jimi and I was getting his stroller out of my trunk. I was just shutting the back of my van when WHAM the corner slammed into the top of my head right at the hair line...FUCK! After the blow to my head, and pride the rest of the trip went fine. Later at the house I was rearranging Kaya's room to make space for a dresser Suzy is giving us. I had her little circus table in my hands taking it to Jimi's room since she has out grown it and WHAM my left shin runs full force into her metal vanity chair...FUCK!
Now that I have a lump on my head and now my shin I think, wow, what a wierd day. As I am limping off the residual pain Jimi starts to cry. I go to pick him up out of his crib and WHAM...well not really a wham, but you get the idea- my lowest part of my back spasms into this horrific pain. It has been feeling a little sore every now and then, but yesterday the gods decided to shove that voodoo pin straight into my L1 vertabrae.
I'm glad today is a new day, new joo joo.
I was at the mall with Jimi and I was getting his stroller out of my trunk. I was just shutting the back of my van when WHAM the corner slammed into the top of my head right at the hair line...FUCK! After the blow to my head, and pride the rest of the trip went fine. Later at the house I was rearranging Kaya's room to make space for a dresser Suzy is giving us. I had her little circus table in my hands taking it to Jimi's room since she has out grown it and WHAM my left shin runs full force into her metal vanity chair...FUCK!
Now that I have a lump on my head and now my shin I think, wow, what a wierd day. As I am limping off the residual pain Jimi starts to cry. I go to pick him up out of his crib and WHAM...well not really a wham, but you get the idea- my lowest part of my back spasms into this horrific pain. It has been feeling a little sore every now and then, but yesterday the gods decided to shove that voodoo pin straight into my L1 vertabrae.
I'm glad today is a new day, new joo joo.
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Sunday Bloody Sunday
How does the weekend go by so fast? I'm not even working, yet it seems like the stretch between Friday when Joey is off and Sunday night just flys by. We hung out at the house all weekend, and loved every bit of it. Joey fixed Kaya's innertube on her bike and they cruised the neighbor hood several times, and Jimi and I strolled.
This past Thursday was Field Day at Kaya's school. Jimi and I went and my team even won a friendly game of Tug of war when the parents and teachers decided to give it a try.
Saturday evening while Joey cooked dinner, we had the TV off, the doors and windows open and the music turned up...To our surprise, our little Hannah Montana wannabe, Kaya, rocked out to Guns and Roses, Sex Pistols, and the BlackCrows. I took a couple of pics of her amidst her head banging and air guitar...disregard her t shirt ;) In one she definetly looks like she is channeling her inner Johnny Rotten.
Jimi is smiling more and more every day. He actually slept for 6 1/2 hours Saturday night and gave me a much needed long stretch of sleep.
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