Monday, March 22, 2010

Day 1

I have been searching for something to do, someway to work out that is motivating. I want to look not fat fabulous for my step-daughter's upcoming graduation from High School. This means I have about 2 months to do SOMETHING that get me off my ass and Facebook and get in shape.

My son was in Taekwondo a year or so ago. He quit because it got highly expensive and the place decided to move far away to make it not easy to get to. His friends are taking Taekwondo at the same location as the old place that a new Master came and took over so we decided to check it out.

I stopped by the other day and actually had a very nice long conversation with Master S and talk about excited. I was so excited that I decided that I would put the redheaded kid back in it and join him as well. It is affordable and more family oriented....what not to love.

Today, was my first day. I conquered my fears and went and put a gee on and got out there with younger children that know what to do and I embarrassed myself (note to self: next time wear a shirt underneath your gee so you quit flashing the entire class) but I got out there and did it. I was quite impressed with myself in the fact that I conquered my initial fear of trying.

I have a lot of fears. Too many to count really. To name a few, I am afraid that I am too old to learn new tricks. I am afraid I am going to make that nice little Master regret trying to teach me. Let's face it I am not the Karate Kid. I am not as spry as I used to be when I was younger. I also come with more weight...more than I have ever weighed. I am afraid that I will wear out too soon and embarrass myself in front of the younger people...namely my child. I am afraid I am going to be an embarrassment to my sweet redheaded kid.

I have a lot of excitement too. I am excited that I am going to get fit. I am excited that I have a goal to work too. I am excited that I have a special time to hang with my child and do something productive for BOTH of us. I am excited that my first night went well. I learned my first form. I learned how to bow before I walk in and out. I CAN learn! This is excitement!

So now I just have to get over my fears and move on to Day 2!

Monday, March 15, 2010

Spring Break and Star Wars

It is spring break this week and we are chillaxing (as the red-headed kid would say) by watching Star Wars. Okay I won't lie. I have seen Star Wars and really have no desire to sit through 12 hours of Star Wars this week, with that being said, the kid, is having a BLAST!

He has already figured out how to help Luke and Obi Wan defeat the clones by doing something or another before they....well I really was listening I just couldn't concentrate on the whole long scenario he was explaining. It must have gone over my head.

I told him that we should go ahead and contact George Lucas and my kid turns around and says with big eyes "No, Star Wars doesn't need to be remade. You don't remake the good ones."

Mr. Lucas would be proud to hear that, I am sure of it.

Sunday, March 14, 2010

Times a there anything good about it?

I am back. For how long, well that isn't determined yet.

Let's jump into it and talk about some really important stuff. Daylight savings time. What a crock of crap these days. I haven't the foggiest of why we continue to use it. If you have a huge suggestion as to why...comment.

So this morning Hubster and I were discussing how badly it sucked to lose an hour and how the little red-head was going to be going to bed when it is light outside....see he goes to bed at 8PM. He needs to go to bed at this time or he is a BEAR in the morning. We have finally found the nighttime routine that works for this is going to suck. We even told the little red-head that. He just doesn't know how bad it sucks yet....soon he just like 7 hours.....ugh.

Hubster made a comment that there was no good thing anymore about DST and so I set out this morning in search of a good thing about it. I have only thought of negatives so why not think positive and find ONE good thing about it.

As I was doing the dishes from a kick ass kid party we had last night....yeah I am bad doing dishes the next day....go ahead and I am doing the dishes I look over at the one clock we haven't changed yet (the microwave) and saw that it said 11:30.....then it dawned on was really....get it....12:30!!!! was time to have a beer and no one could say anything because it was really 12:30 not 11:30 as my microwave wanted me to believe.

One good thing....and I found it. There is no other good thing as of right now that I can think of....but I have my beer.

Well...I am back.

I have a list of things that I am really excited about sharing with you. Just a few things on my list is....Taekwondo and my goal of becoming a black belt, getting ready for my hubster's daughter's HS graduation in May and a lot of fun things in between. Strap in for the ride...I'll try not to be flaky.

Saturday, July 4, 2009

Happy Indepence Day!

This nation will remain the land of the free only so long as it is the home of the brave. ~Elmer Davis

Thank you to all of the men and women who have fought, currently fighting or about to go off and fight for our country. It is because of each one of you that we are able to celebrate freedom.

Much love!

Thursday, June 25, 2009

I've heard it comes in threes....

First it was Ed McMahon (1923-2009)

Next it was Farrah Fawcett (1947-2009)

then Michael Jackson (1958-2009).....


Wednesday, June 24, 2009

I got your definition....

Flabbergasted -–verb (used with object) to overcome with surprise and bewilderment; astound.

I have said this word at least 15 times in the last few days. Sometimes about personal stuff, sometimes family stuff, and then the blowup today fit the definition perfectly. Let me tell you what happened. It is a doozy.

What: An altercation and it wasn't like this kind of fighting....

When: 1PM

I had always heard about fights at Cheesy-chucks back in the good ole days when they served beer. I have never seen one any other time I have been there until today and of all things, I was involved.

How: I was sitting at my table and watching my son go from game to game playing. He found a helicopter game that was empty and he hopped in it and put his coin in the slot. So I turned my head back around to my plate and next thing I know my son is standing next to me crying telling me that a lady pulled him out of the helicopter game. He said he had put money in the game and she came over and told him to get out and pulled him out because her granddaughter was going to play it.

My inner momma bear came out full force. How dare someone pull my child out of a game for no reason especially if he put money in said game. I grabbed my son's hand and told him to show me EXACTLY who pulled him out of the game. We walked around the tables over to the game and encountered the grandmother who assaulted my son. My child was crying at this point when we walked up and (I call her the g-ma) G-Ma said "you don't need to be crying boy".

I turned around and said "Excuse me?" And then calmly explained how my child said that she pulled him out of the game and if that was the case, she should know that she should keep her hands off of my child.

She stated she did not touch my child but did tell him to get out. I explained to her that my son had put money in the machine. Then all hell broke loose.

The G-ma's daughter swooped in out of no where and whipped her sun glasses off and started waving them in my face. I politely asked her to please get her glasses out of my face and to calm down.

"Bitch, I will do whatever I want with my sunglasses!" she screamed.

I stayed pretty damn calm the entire time. She on the other hand was irate and per the G-ma a "hot-head". When I asked that she lower her voice and calm down her voice would get louder. Security was called over and a little girl who worked at the establishment came and asked if there was anything she could do as I asked her to please calm this lady down as I turned to ask my child and my friend's child to go sit down that we would be right back over there in a minute.

My friend grabbed my purse and ran to my aid when she saw what was going down and started talking to the G-ma as the daughter was screaming at me.

I turned back to the irate daughter who was yelling at the worker/security that I had called her rude in which I responded that I had not told her that but that was exactly how she was acting and especially in front of her children. Well that set her off again.....

My friend and I made eye contact and walked away from the situation and attended to our children. The psycho daughter continued on screaming at the security for a couple of minutes after we even left the situation.

It was embarrassing as I noticed that the whole eating area was focused in on exactly what was going down and I was in the middle of it. It wasn't what we asked for at all.

My first thought is I wonder what her poor children have to witness at home if she is this vile and abusive out in the public to the public. Most people have a face for home and vice versus for the public.

WOW.....I am still flabbergasted. Is this what the world is coming to? Stupid, uneducated, hotheads all over raising the next generation?

My son was promptly walked back to the game and allowed to play without fear of some crazy women.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Happy Father's Day

Happy Father's Day to all the dads out there!

I want to shout out to one of the best fathers I have ever hubster.

.....he has the best BBQ around.

.....he makes the best hamburgers (per the kiddo).

.....he builds his son rc cars.

......he laughs hard and long at our jokes.

......he races home to be with us when he is away.

......he taught the kiddo how to ride a bike.

......he takes the kiddo to the air show.

.......he provides everything we need/want.

........he is the love of our lives!

Thank you hubster for being my son's wonderful father. Thank you for being AWESOME!

I love you!