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!

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

Where:
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.

Mental Checklists

So we are getting ready for our annual Easter camping trip. I guess I can't really call it annual as we have only done it like 3 times in the past 7 years but us and our friends really try to make it when possible.

This year it will be family camping. It should be really interesting.

The other night we all took a trip to Academy and bought us new fishing poles. I am so stoked. I keep telling the kid about the last time that we went camping at this particular campsite and how the fish were continually biting and all the old fishermen kept coming closer so they could get a piece of the action.

We are all excited. Now if I could just blink my eyes and us already be there with the tent already set up and me with a beer in my hand. That would be the best!

Happy Easter everyone!

Cleaning out the closet

It is Thanksgiving....okay not yet but close enough. We have all of our family coming in the next couple of days and I am stressed to the max.

The last two days have been frantically cleaning like a mad woman. I couldn't have even thought about doing it without my dear friend across the street. Amanda came over and put me to work and helped me transform my house from a house that a tornado hit into a presentable one to the family. I don't know what or how I am going to thank her. If you have any ideas....shoot. I need them. I want to do something extra nice for her.

Let me explain why it has to be extra nice.....

We have a closet that is the biggest closet in the house and it is located in my step-daughter's room. When me moved in we had a bunch of stuff to put somewhere so I stored it into her closet since she doesn't live with us and isn't here most of the year. After a while the closet became the place to put something I didn't have a place for. The closet was filled to the brim. Kinda like Monica's secret closet in this Friend's episode. Well Amanda came over and I mentioned that the closet was bothering me and I wanted it clean for our Grandmother's visit as well as hubster's daughter. I had her sit down before I opened the door. She screamed OMG! And then she got me to work. She pulled everything out one by one and I put them in a pile of keep, donate, trash. It took 2 hours but we got it done. You can actually walk in the closet now. I am so excited and beyond relieved. I feel like a weight has been lifted.

Want to know the funniest part about it all. I did this mostly so our Grandmother could hang up her clothes and she just brought one bag and no hanging clothes!

Good night all....tomorrow is a ton of cooking. I might even feel good enough to pass on my baked macaroni and cheese recipe!

Good times, good times

Tonight, we went to some old friends house and just reconnected. It was much needed. We had fabulous fajitas and drank some cheap wine which was just perfect!

After dinner we got the kids a movie going and the adults went outside and sat around the fire pit and drank Hot Cocoa with the following....

mmmmmmmmm.......this is highly addictive. I highly recommend it.

I am definitely going to bed now.