Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Where in the Heck Am I?

I get about 20 people stopping by each day. That is pretty surprising since I haven't been writing much lately.

You may be wondering what I am doing with all of my free time.

1. Most of my free time in the evening is spent in my basement. I have a treadmill down there and I listen to my Ipod and watch TV on closed caption. I work out each night from 9-10. That is when I used to write. My weight loss effort is going great. I am down 23 lbs. from when I first declared war on this body. I am losing about 1.5 lbs a week!

2. My other hour that is somewhat free is after I put the kids to bed. I spend that hour doing the dishes, eating a snack and checking my email. It is a sexy wild life. I know.

3. If I ever find another spare minute, I usually try to clean up the house, do laundry and catch up with my to do list.

I am trying to maintain a balance and not worry so much about my blog, Facebook and my emails. I like writing. But sometimes, it has to be put on the back burner so my children have clean socks and underwear. As Elle gets a little older and naps a little more at the same time each day I will try to get back into a routine for writing. But for now, I am squeezing it in when I have the ambition and time.

When you get a moment, what do you do with your free time? What's your guilty pleasure?

For me? My guiltiest is watching bad TV and surfing the net at the same time on my laptop. Love "Hoarders" and "Real Housewives of Whatever County." Combine this with Perez and Pure crap. Pure satisfaction.

Thursday, January 14, 2010

Shock Wave

Nothing like a disaster in a foreign place to make you get up off your a** and be grateful.

For the past week, I have been out of sorts and in the dumps. Anxious. A mess. I wasn't sure what was wrong with me. Some suggested it was the weather. Others suggested I see a doctor for my thyroid (already do that) and some suggested I take some me time. They were all wrong. I had a bad case of Housewifitus.

The day of the earthquake in Haiti changed all of that. I watched the news reports come in showing mothers holding their injured babies with blood on their faces, I suddenly became aware of how grateful I am. In my comfy suburban house in my comfy clothes and comfy slippers, I found it ridiculous that I wasn't joyous and grateful for my life. What a spoiled brat I have become.

In my recent weight loss effort, I have bribed myself with inexpensive rewards. I have reached one of my goals and should be buying myself a new lipstick. Instead, I am going to go on the Salvation Army's website and donate money to the relief effort in Haiti. I am not a doctor or relief person that can help the people I saw on the news. But, I am a mother. I cannot ignore another mother's pain and pretend someone else will send in the donations for food and water. I will do something. Won't you?

Every dollar counts. Small donations help. If we all give a little bit, together, we can help save their lives!

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