Friday, January 31, 2014

January's Parting Gift

This morning, I drove to work through a fairly decent snowstorm. I briefly considered taking a personal day to skip the drive, but, my department had scheduled a team building exercise at a local paint-it-yourself place downtown and I really wanted to paint a pretty picture with my friends.

So, I did.

I had never been to the studio before and, I have to admit, I was missing out; that shit's fun. In fact, I was tempted to sign Hugh and myself up for the Valentine's Day couples wine glass painting class that the studio owner told us about. I might do it, still.

Anyway, after the painting, I went to work at the hardware store and then back home, where I got to spend the past twenty minutes watching this... was not nearly as entertaining as painting. It was also a good reminder to me that the worst part of winter is still before us; a fact I usually avoid admitting until sometime in mid-February.


I have a feeling I am going to spend a lot of time focusing on my very summer-like painting while daydreaming about sunshine, flowers, and warm weather. In fact, let's look at it again, right now.

That's better.

Thursday, January 30, 2014

File Under: I Can't Do It All

I missed a meeting of the senior class grad party last night. I didn't realize it until just a few seconds ago and I feel somewhat bad about it. I have no good excuse for missing the meeting, I simply forgot about it, and; was enjoying a rare early evening at home following a day that included a meeting with a State official to discuss the audit that my grant program is currently undergoing. My mind was spent, is what I'm saying.

I'll make up for my lapse by volunteering to help with some aspect of the party that doesn't require evening meetings, because, those meetings are my Kryptonite.

And, lest you think I am completely uninvolved with the planning of the senior activities thus far, allow me to defend myself; I have attended the initial planning meeting, I have contributed financially, I have approached businesses and nonprofit organizations for donations, and, I have pulled photos from my archives for the slide show being prepared for the baccalaureate ceremony held prior to graduation.

I have no energy for feeling guilty about missing a meeting.

So...why am I defending myself, you ask? Is guilt hitching a ride despite my declarations of the opposite? Of course it is.


Here, look at some of the old pictures I unearthed for the slide show and leave me to wallow in my guilt.

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Baby's First Technical

I forgot to mention that the Man-Cub received his first (and, hopefully, last) technical foul while playing in Saturday's game. The ref called the foul when the Cub dropped the F-bomb after being tackled by a member of the opposing team. And, if you just thought to yourself "there is no tackling in basketball", you have a fairly decent understanding of how a mild-mannered child could possibly let loose with an obscenity without realizing he was doing it.

The massive amounts of cold medicine the Cub had ingested earlier in the day probably contributed.

Anyway, yeah. That happened. The Cub apologized to the ref following the game and life went on.

Last night, the Fearsome Foursome played in the last game of their freshman season. As I made my way across the gym to ask them to pose for this year's group photo, I was struck by how much each of them has matured. The Cub now stands shoulder-to-shoulder with them, thanks to this summer's growth spurt, but, the maturity goes beyond a few extra inches in height. Happily, the maturity hasn't extended to their behavior, however, and; they were their usual selves while posing for the picture.

The boys played well, coming from twenty points behind in the fourth quarter to ultimately lose the game by a mere point. The Man-Cub had his second three-pointer of the season and brought the coaches off the bench with a steal that ended in a two-point lay-up. His game has improved dramatically since the beginning of the season.

All four boys played well together and I know they will miss being all together (two of the boys also play on the JV team and will be continuing their season until the end of February) going forward.
On the bright side, baseball starts in March and they are all four planning to go out for the team. While I love these boys and enjoy watching their antics, I am not so much looking forward to baseball weather.
But I'll suck it up for these four. 

Monday, January 27, 2014

Test Drive

The Teenager spent this past weekend in Aspen, watching The X Games with her friends. Her absence gave me a glimpse into my future with Hugh and the Man-Cub and, I have to admit; I'm afraid I am going to miss the estrogen when she is away at college for months on end.

I'll survive, of course, but, not without a bunch of complaining.

While she was standing in the freezing cold, watching professional snowboarders do their thing, I was basking in the warm glow of testosterone, first at the Man-Cub's basketball games and then at the late showing of Lone Survivor.

For the record, I managed not to cry during the movie. I was as surprised by that turn of events as anyone.

I also managed not to cry at the Man-Cub's basketball games, although, I certainly felt like it at times. The boys played their hearts out, but, with only one player on the bench (several of the other boys had been pulled up to play in the JV game that was taking place at the same time), and, with both the Man-Cub and one of his friends being sick with colds; the team energy was seriously lacking.

In fact, at one point, I was relatively certain that both the Cub and his friend were going to pass out; they were each so pale and spaced-out looking. Luckily, that didn't happen, but, once the second game was over and we got on the road for home, it didn't take long for the Cub to fall asleep in the car.

Then, Sunday morning, the Cub slept in past noon, which is unheard of for him. He appeared to feel worlds better upon waking, however, so I considered it a positive thing.

Speaking of positives; today, The Teenager is back under my roof, and hormonal balance has been restored in my home.

I did ok while she was gone. And, I know that, when the time comes; I am going to enjoy the adventures that living with two dudes can bring, but, for now, I'm going to enjoy having my family together and whole while I still can.

So, all in all, the test drive went well. I'm just not ready to buy the car quite yet.

Friday, January 24, 2014

The Holy Grail of Jeans

A number of years back, I won an eBay auction for a pair of 7 For all Mankind jeans. I had never owned a pair of designer jeans prior to that and, I can honestly say, I didn't get what all the fuss was; I mean, pay over $100 for a pair of jeans? No way! Jeans that expensive would need to be crafted with gold thread and pixie dust. They would have to make my ass look like something from a Victoria's Secret photo shoot, and, we all know that wasn't happening.


The jeans came and my life was transformed, because, while they weren't crafted from golden thread and pixie dust, they did make my ass look fine.

When said ass got too big to wear the jeans, I was devastated, and, every diet and exercise program from then on was designed with the sole intent of getting back into those jeans,

Flash forward six years*.

Guess what I fit into, today?

And, I'll be damned if they didn't make my ass look fine, yet again. Which, means they could, quite possibly, be crafted from pixie dust, after all.

All hail the pixies!

*Yes, I did keep a pair of jeans in my closet for six years, waiting for the day that they might fit again. I am female. And, an optimist. Do not judge me!

Thursday, January 23, 2014

Pantry Foraging, Day...Yeah, I Have No Idea

Three bean turkey chili, tacos, and tostadas. And, if you're guessing that there were a lot of cans of beans in my pantry, ding, ding, ding! You're a winner.

In No-Repeat Workday Outfit news, I am on day 43. That's right, 43 days of original outfits with not a repeat to be seen. And, if you're guessing that I have way too many items of clothing in my wardrobe, ding, ding, ding! Winner, winner, chicken dinner!

In news that you couldn't possibly have guessed at; the Man-Cub had an orthodontist appointment this morning and he was thrilled to discover that his braces are scheduled to come off in stages over the next two months. If, however, you just guessed that his excitement has something to do with a certain teenage girl, well, you would be wrong. No girlfriend on the horizon.

Now, can you guess how I am going to end this post?

Just. Like. This....

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

STFU, Teabag

I start each workday with a cup of hot tea; a nice detox blend that makes me feel like I am doing something healthy for my body. The tea bags that I use feature a little saying on the tag; a saying meant to encourage me toward a Zen attitude for the remainder of the day.

Yesterday, my tea bag got a little preachy with me. I didn't like it.

Teabag has no idea how many balls I have in the air right now. Teabag doesn't know that every day feels like treading water in a vast ocean, with wave after wave pounding against me, arms above my head, holding a ten pound brick like a teenager taking lifeguard training. Teabag has no idea how much pressure I am under, pressure to perform the numerous duties that my two jobs demand. Teabag has no idea just how many forms there are to fill out, committees there are to sit on, checks there are to write, or fires there are to put out when one's daughter is a graduating senior; Teabag doesn't have a daughter.

Teabag has no notion of the internal struggle that I face each day, fearing that the Man-Cub will miss out on my attentions while I fret over his sister. Teabag doesn't have a son who deserves undivided attention and a less-than-scattered mother.

Teabag needs to walk a few miles in my shoes before he tells me to keep up.

Monday, January 20, 2014

And History Was Made

Our weekend with the Pod People was lovely, and, we miss them, already.

When they arrived on Thursday, our first order of business was to attend the first of two basketball games, where, because he wanted to make the three-hour drive worth their time, the Man-Cub scored his first three-pointer. His grandparents weren't the only ones who were delighted; the shot was so pretty, I sighed in appreciation of the sight while the stands erupted in applause (the parents of The Fearsome Foursome are dedicated fans of the Cub).

On Friday night, my mother spoiled us with a hearty ham dinner, cooking for us because I was working and, I'm pretty sure; because she wasn't entirely looking forward to eating some creative concoction from the Great Pantry Purge of 2014 following my workday. She would never admit that, of course (her momma raised her right), but, I didn't just fall off the turnip truck.

Saturday morning, we were up early to attend the next basketball game, where the Cub was honored as a starter; his first time this season. I suspect it had to do with how well he had played on Thursday (the varsity coach had made it a point to approach me after the game to tell me how well he thought the Cub played).

To prove his worth as a starter, the Cub scored the first team points, and, throughout the game, scored an additional eight points as well as making some awesome assists and some really great defensive moves. At one point, he did a showy little dance to demonstrate his delight at having made a particularly challenging shot and the crowd rewarded him with whistles and applause.

I love that kid.

After the game, we went out to lunch and did a bit of shopping before picking up take-n-bake pizzas for dinner, which we ate while relaxing on the couch, enjoying the company of the Pod People for as long as we could before they had to head back home on Sunday morning.

At this point, I will mention how lucky my kids are to have the grandparents that they have. Working with the population of kids that I do; it's easy to see how the support and affection of extended family is critical to a child's development, and, my kids have that support and affection in spades. Which, goes a long way in explaining why my kids are so great.

Not bragging, just stating the facts, ma'am.

Of course, all good things must come to an end, and, this visit was no exception. The Pod People took their leave of us early enough on Sunday morning for my dad to get back to Mayberry in time to watch the Broncos earn a trip to the Super Bowl. At the time that he left our home, he was still waffling over the point spread that he was willing to commit to, but, I am assuming that he made out ok with his bookie. He's talented like that.

In our home, no bets in favor of either team were placed. We did, however, watch the game. And, by "watch", I mean; the game was on the television while The Teenager, six of her classmates, and several of their parents were in the room. We were discussing the kids' upcoming joint pre-graduation party (the kids graduate on Sunday, May 18th, but we are planning their party for Saturday, the 17th), so, there wasn't a lot of attention being paid to the contest, but; it was on.

And, the Broncos emerged victorious. As did the teenagers in my home, who convinced the adults that they really, truly DO need a bouncy castle at their pre-graduation party.

Stay tuned for numerous graduation pictures featuring black eyes, bruised cheeks, chipped teeth, and arm casts.

Well, I hope not.

On the other hand, that really would make for interesting stories for them to tell their grandchildren.

Seriously, though, stay tuned.

Friday, January 17, 2014

Back Away Slowly

After the Man-Cub's basketball game last night (at which he scored his first three-point shot, can I get a woot-woot!), The Teenager raised the question of whether or not the math class he is currently taking will actually qualify toward his graduation requirements.

Why was she asking? I asked the same damn question.

It appears that there have been several students who have reached the end of their four years at Petticoat Junction High, only to learn that they lacked a credit necessary to graduate. Or, that they had enough credits to graduate, but lacked a credit critical to acceptance to a four-year college.

When she learned that interesting bit of trivia, she immediately audited her transcripts to ensure that she didn't share in that misfortune. In doing so, she arrived at the conclusion that the Man-Cub's Integrated Math I class failed to meet the requirements for the college tract since it is not Algebra I (nor Algebra II, nor Geometry, nor Statistics. You get the point).

She further fretted that, if she was right, the Cub would find himself doubling up on math classes in the next two years to make up for the missing credit. Which, I'm sure we can all agree, would suck.


So, this morning, I called the school to inquire of the (somewhat worthless) guidance counselor about whether or not I should be concerned. The call went unreturned (no huge surprise there, see above: somewhat worthless), so,  I next took it upon myself to call the school's Student Advocate, who, being awesome, hunted down the counselor and the principal in an effort to get me an answer.

Within five minutes of her efforts, I had phone calls from both the counselor and the principal, assuring me that the Cub was fine; Integrated Math I has taken the place of Algebra I and all is well. No worries, here.

Except it went more like: "The Cub is on track to meet the requirements for admission to a four year college and things are just peachy, OK? Really. Peachy. Could. Not. Be. Better! The Cub is awesome. You are awesome. Is there anything else we can do for you? Anything at all? Please, tell us. Honestly, we are here for you."

They approached me with the caution of a police negotiator talking a sniper out of  a bell tower, is what I'm saying.

Obviously, my reputation for being THAT PARENT is solid. I credit (blame?) the whole volleyball/powder puff football debacle for this turn of events.

Which, also kind of sucks.

Although, not exponentially.

'Cause, I;m not gonna lie; this shit is kind of empowering. Maybe I should have gone all helicopter-parent sooner.

Thursday, January 16, 2014

In Unrelated News

Our store manager just called to tell me that one of the change bags he pulled out of the safe this morning is missing tens and fives, which totally explains how I ended up with an extra $35 last night when I was counting the daily deposit and making up those bags. This pretty well sums up my competence lately. I feel like I am spread too thin and I fear that the little details are suffering; I can only hope that I don't start to drop the big balls anytime soon.

In totally unrelated news, last night's dinner consisted of chicken breasts that had simmered in marinara sauce in the crock pot all day. I served the breasts and the sauce over whole wheat spaghetti noodles with a sprinkling of Parmesan and called it good. Reviews were somewhat mixed; The Teenager, who initially refused to try the food, ended up eating two servings. The Man-Cub, who will eat almost anything at this point in his teenage years, nibbled at his portion before dumping a considerable amount of extra cheese on top, at which point, he was able to choke the food down. Hugh was out of the house, enjoying dinner at a monthly meeting of the Fire Board, so he was unavailable to review the food. As for me, I thought it was fine. I probably won't crave it, but, given the same ingredients on hand; I would make it again.

In other unrelated news, my parents are coming to town for the weekend. They are anxious to watch the Man-Cub play some basketball and to spend some quality time with their granddaughter. I don't think they would be super excited to sample my experimental pantry-cleansing gastric delights, however, so; I am planning to take them out to eat. A lot.

Also in unrelated news, The Teenager's upcoming graduation is starting to freak me out. And, yes, I know that I have actually been freaking out about it for a while now, but, bear with me. What I am freaking out about, currently, is the graduation party that we are planning for our friends and family. The plan, right now, is to host a rather large get-together at the local park. In addition to our family, we will be partnering with six of The Teenager's best friends' families to allow us to engage the services of a DJ, to rent a tent, and to rent a dance floor.

When we first started thinking of the party, we were several years away from the actual event (yes, the child and her friends have been plotting this practically since Freshman year). As the date looms ever closer, however, I am becoming overwhelmed by the details.

In order to nail those details as well as possible, we are hosting the kids and their parents at the house this Sunday for a planning session. I don't know if you know this, but, there is also a football game happening that day, and, apparently, it's a big deal (I actually am rooting for the Broncos, shocker, I know), so; we will be providing the big TV and snacks.

On the bright side, the pantry cleanse unearthed a plethora of party-worthy snacks that I can serve. I'm going to focus on that rather than on the fact that my baby is graduating in, like, five months.

Because that's how I roll.

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Intriguing vs. Edible

Monday evening, The Teenager joined me in the kitchen to prepare dinner. She wanted to try to duplicate a meal she had in a restaurant some time back, and, since she was willing to cook, I was more than happy to acquiesce to her request.

The dish that she wanted to prepare was a hamburger salad, which, basically consisted of a bed of lettuce, some sliced tomatoes, a sprinkling of shredded cheese and bacon bits, a smattering of ranch dressing and a hamburger patty, sliced into strips and placed artfully across the top; none of which sounded at all appetizing to me.

Even less appetizing, however, was the African Horned Melon that The Teenager and I decided to purchase, and try, on a whim. In the future? Whims shall be limited to items we know we like or have heard good things about, because, horned melon? Bleh. Like, cucumber-flavored boogers, bleh.

Never again.

Anyhoodle, the hamburger salad was well received by Hugh and the Man-Cub who, apparently, are easily impressed. Pantry items used included the bacon bits and the ranch dressing. Everything else was already in the fridge or freezer, saving us enough money at the grocery store to purchase the disgusting fruit pictured above.

I don't necessarily consider that a win.

Monday, January 13, 2014

Pantry Foraging, Day One

Last night's dinner consisted of One Pot Pasta, made from pantry staples including linguine, canned diced Italian tomatoes, olive oil, and vegetable broth. I unearthed a package of turkey meatballs from the freezer and threw those in for good measure. An onion, four cloves of garlic, and a bunch of basil from the fridge as well as dried spices from the spice cabinet rounded out the recipe with no need for purchased items.

To accompany the pasta, I made a salad, using veggies in the fridge and topped with croutons from a package that I discovered in the back of the pantry during my purge/cleaning/organizing spree.

I'm not sure what tonight's meal will look like, but am determined to create it from the things that I already have on hand.

One thing that I did purchase this weekend, and for which I make no excuses, is a supply of pomegranates. I had to go to three grocery stores to find the little buggers and I made sure to buy as many as I could afford since this is the tail-end of the season and I probably won't have another opportunity.

In fact, when I didn't find the fruit in the first two stores, I kind of resigned myself to the fact that they were gone, and, mourned accordingly. Which, is why I have two bags of Cara Cara oranges in my fridge, now, because; if I can't have pomegranates, Cara Caras are the next best thing.

Unless you are The Teenager, that is. The Teenager has no special love in her heart for either the Cara Caras or the pomegranates and I was upbraided by her this weekend for not having the ingredients for a full-on fruit salad on hand. When I suggested that she crank open an ancient can of fruit cocktail (also unearthed during the purge), she snorted in disgust (not that I can blame her). So, there may be one additional trip to the grocery store in my immediate future. This will, in no way, challenge my goal to purchase no nonperishable items, as I'm sure you realize.

It will also enable my daughter to fight off the dreaded scurvy. You know, according to my daughter.

Saturday, January 11, 2014


I finally managed to finish my year-end bookwork at the hardware store, today. Had I not procrastinated throughout all of 2013, I would not have found myself ten months behind, eleven days into the New Year. The backache and tension headache caused by sitting hunched over a computer keyboard for eight hours is a good reminder of a lesson well-learned.

But! I'm done. And, now, I get to catch up on all the chores that I have been putting off at home. One such chore involves cleaning out and organizing my pantry. I have decided to challenge myself to using as many of the items as possible without a trip to the grocery store, and, if I am being honest; I can probably go for weeks without shopping for non-perishables.

This particular challenge will force me to get creative about the meals that I cook, and I'm kind of looking forward to that since, I often get into a rut in my meal-planning and my family suffers the consequences. Anyway, day one of pantry foraging begins tomorrow.

Also beginning tomorrow: my most recent foray into physical fitness. The Teenager casually mentioned that she would like to do a color run together before she goes to college in the fall. If I am going to run a 5k, I'm going to have to start training. However, after the agony I caused myself the last time I tried a C25K program, I have decided to pace myself, and, to that end, I will be "running" on my elliptical machine for a few weeks before I hit the pavement. Will that help? Hell, I have no idea, but, I am in no hurry to injure myself again. So, elliptical it shall be.

In addition to that, I really need to get back on the yoga wagon, again. My co-worker started attending a class on Thursday evenings and she has been encouraging me to join her. Since the Man-Cub's basketball season is getting close to wrapping up, I just might be able to accommodate the class.

All this talk of exercise reminds me: following last week's backhanded compliment from my building mate, an off-the-cuff comment from our store manager, and, a gentle nudge from my daughter (gentle being a relative term); I finally broke down and bought new dress pants for work. 

I like them.

Unfortunately, pants these days are being sewn for giants and I am now forced to purchase a pair of boots with a higher heel to prevent me from dragging and stepping on my hems.

That's got to be a conspiracy between the pants companies and the shoe companies, I mean, right?

Thursday, January 09, 2014

Cold Winter, Winter Cold

The weather has been colder than normal here in Petticoat Junction, which, is not exactly a phenomenon unique to our area; the whole nation is in a bit of a freeze, currently.

We are actually holding up quite well, given the circumstances; our house is warm enough, the cars all start in the morning, and our pipes don't appear to be in any danger of freezing (fingers crossed and knock on wood). The pipes in the building at Day Job did freeze up briefly earlier this winter, but, we have taken steps to prevent further occurrences and have, as a result, spent less time foraging for public restrooms than we did last year.

The cold weather has given me ample opportunity to wear the numerous sweaters, cardigans, and fleece-lined items in my wardrobe, and, I am currently on Day 35 of No-Repeats work wardrobe. This is a pretty stellar indicator that I have far too many items of clothing. Also, prior to this little experiment; I was not being terribly creative with my outfits.

On the downside, the colder weather has ushered in the cold and flu season, and, I am rocking my first stuffy/runny nose. I have assaulted the delicate tissues of my face with so many sheets of Kleenex; my nose is starting to peel. On the bright side, I am far better off than Hugh, who is stuffy/runny and experiencing the fever, chills, body aches, etc., of a full-blown flu.

Thanks to Day Job, I had a flu shot and appear to be in no danger of catching his disease, which, is a good thing; a winter cold, I can handle, the flu? Not so much.

And, as I mentioned above, I can handle the winter cold-temperature-wise- as well. I simply keep reminding myself that there are only 69 days and 5 hours until Spring.

At which point I will, no doubt, catch a Spring cold.

Hey, it happens.

Wednesday, January 08, 2014

The Backhanded Compliment

Yesterday, a woman who works in my office building helpfully suggested to me that I get new pants. She said it in a sweetly snide way that let me know, in no uncertain terms, that she wasn't complimenting my recent weight loss, but, shaming me for having baggy pants.

I would have been offended

Yes, I could use some new dress pants, but, until I am finished losing weight (which, I hope I am not), I don't intend to put a lot of money into a new wardrobe. And, it's not like the pants were falling off, they are just loose fitting.

In the event that they do start hanging off my hips like a gangsta, I might have to reassess my position. In the meantime, I might wear leggings to the office a titch more often  (to save the delicate sensibilities of my building-mate, naturally) and I will hope for warmer, skirt-wearing weather.

Otherwise, I'm going to ignore the haters.

'Cuz, haters gonna hate.

Monday, January 06, 2014

And My Glutes Will Thank Me

Yesterday, I spent the entire day on my feet, packing away the Christmas decorations, re-organizing my house, and cleaning. I figure I made twenty round-trips up the attic ladders and I didn't bother counting how many times I climbed up and down the ladder in the living room while dismantling my village.

I probably climbed the staircase to the second floor fifty times over the course of the day, as well. I think it's safe to say that, had I made a resolution to get more exercise; yesterday I would have nailed it.

Today, I get to sit on my butt at my desk at work.

You know whose desks won't have butts in them? The desks at the school, the school to which the children should be returning today, following their holiday vacation. Except, today is a teacher in-service day, so, the kids have an extended vacation. I don't get it, either.

Anyway, while I am at my desk, I will be starting the application process for The Teenager's student financial aid.

I think I would rather climb a ladder fifteen million times.

Thursday, January 02, 2014

Celebrate Good Times, Come On!

New Year's Eve was spent at home in the company of Chris, Jana and Co. We watched movies, ate lasagna and shrimp, and caught up on each other's lives. It was a lot of fun.

Jana and I managed to polish off a very good bottle of wine, providing me with a new cork to add to my new cork collection (I am dating the corks and saving them in a large jar to see how many bottles of wine I go through in a year, and, to see what each occasion was being celebrated); the cork brought my total to 2. Go, me!

While Jana and I were enjoying our wine, the menfolk were enjoying a sampling of seasonal beers, and the children were enjoying some fantastic sparkling cider. So, when the clock ticked down to midnight, we each had a glass with which to celebrate the New Year.

The kids also celebrated with bottle rockets, but, because they were technically illegal, we won't take about that.

It's so amazing to look back at pictures from years past and to see how much the kids have grown up. It's also a complete privilege to have pictures of them dating back to their toddler years; not many people can say that they have friends whose children have grown up together. Jana and I are certainly blessed in that regard.

It's also unusual to say that two families have spent almost every New Year's day together, sledding down a hill, but, we get to say that as well, because; we went sledding as a group again this New Year's Day.

When we had a chance to think about it (while sipping hot cocoa with peppermint schnapps, Bailey's Irish Cream with Mint, and/or Buttershots), we figured that we have sledded at Cerro Summit for at least eleven of the past thirteen New Year days. Jana and her family have joined us for at least nine of those trips. That kind of explains how we have gotten so good at setting up our "sledding campsite", and, why we are warm, well fed, and happy while we are on the hill.

We were so comfortable, in fact, that we spent four hours on the hill. During that time, Jana and I hiked up the mountain twice which, is probably a record for us. My goal for this year is to continue to lose weight and to increase my stamina and strength so that, next year, I can manage that trek three times.

Goals, I haz 'em.

Wednesday, January 01, 2014

Happy 2014

Our New Year's Eve and the first day of 2014 were spent in the company of good friends, with plenty of good food, fun, and excitement, but; I'll get to that in another post.

Today, I want to share my goals for the coming year, written in the same format that I chose to write them in last year.

Remember what is important, let go of what is not.

Enjoy my children more, while they both still live under my roof.

Spend my time more wisely; it is a precious commodity and deserves to be treated as such.

Offer to help people when I see they are in need.

Live in the moment, worry less about the future.

Urge The Teenager to enjoy her first semester of College without stressing.

Take good care of my physical well being; eat well, exercise, sleep.

Invite God into my life in a more meaningful way.

Organize my home, my offices, my schedule.

Not to cry when The Teenager goes to college.

See my friends as often as possible.
I am really looking forward to this year and to the amazing things that I will accomplish. I choose to believe that; if I have faith that life will be good, then it will be.

So, bring it on, 2014, I'm ready!