Archives for November 2009
And no I’m not talking politics! The girls had their combined birthday tea party with their friends last night. They had 7 friends join them at the Celebration Cottage at Miss Libby’s for crafts, dress-up, tea and of course cake and presents! This was a great birthday year. All the girls were old enough to be left without parents and had a blast together on their own. You can imagine that 9 girls 5-7 would be almost uncontrollable in a full room of dresses, shoes, gloves, wands, fans, hats and purses. And an entire other room with jewelry, make-up and hair accessories. And while they were somewhat controllable, they were pretty excited.
The only downside I saw about the whole night is none of the kids seemed hungry so actual tea time was probably the least interesting to them and also my camera died right before the cake! I did what I could though. In the interest of the The Internet I picked some pictures where the other girls’ faces weren’t in full view. We still got some decent ones to share!
I just remembered a dream I had last night. And I know it’s boring to hear about others’ dreams unless you’re in them but here we go.
I have this recurring dream that I’m in college, I forget a class and then the exam comes, I’m reminded somehow of the class and then I freak out when I don’t know any of the answers because I haven’t been in class for weeks. I worry about how I forgot, where the class is and how to catch up. I don’t think I ever find out how it turns out.
Last night I had the same dream except this time I purposely didn’t go to class. And also, I was in high school. When I went back, my friends wondered where I had been and I couldn’t remember my locker and couldn’t remember the combination to the locker. I also couldn’t remember the layout of the school or where my classes were. I remember desperately trying to find a map of the school. I think I had to go to the office to get a print-out of my class schedule so I knew what to do, which is similar to my original recurring dream.
Seems the main changes are that I’m purposely failing vs. just forgetting and that I’m younger.
In other dream news, I had a dream this week that two parents gave me a baby and I was holding her, I stepped forward a few steps and when I turned back around the parents were gone.
I doubt all this means that I’m going to go back to high school only to purposely skip class and adopt a child. That first one always makes me wonder its meaning though because of its frequency.
I’ve got lots of good news today . Let’s start with this lovely screencap. Two of my favorite Idols EVAH made it to the Gorgeous Guys list from the CMAs this week.
And speaking of Danny Gokey, I found out this week he will be at Coyote Joe’s (a country bar) in Charlotte in a month. I’m ecstatic. I haven’t been to Coyote Joe’s in over 11 years. Before that, it was mine and Scott’s weekly go-to place. Well, multiple times a week really. Too bad I didn’t blog back then. I’m sure you would have loved to see video of us couples’ line dancing.
In seriously serious good news, I found out my contract at work got extended for the next year. The sort of bad news is they’ve already told me I will not be extended after that. So basically I have 59 weeks of work left.
I attended my first cycling class in almost two years last night. It was fabulous. I knew I was in the right class when the first song was Paper Planes from Slumdog Millionaire. I feel great today, no muscle soreness at all.
Tonight is the girls’ birthday tea party with their friends. It’s the same place they went a few months ago so it should be a good time.
Our Friday Night Lights podcast (go Subscribe!) has been picked up by a distributor which basically means they host and manage it for free and put ads in it and we both make money. Yippee!! And why aren’t you watching the show yet??
All good news from my world…TGIF!
I sit down beside Lexi who is playing games on the computer and she holds her hand up in the stop position and says: Mommy. School did NOT work out good. No playground. No gym. And look (throwing her foot up on the table) my feet aren’t long enough.
Sent from my iPhone
I’m so determined to post this tonight. This is the 3rd night I’ve tried to post it. Monday was my big debut for One Tree Hill. I was pleasantly surprised to say the least the amount of scenes that made it into the episode that I was in. I think Scott counted 7. BUT that still doesn’t amount too much. I put together a video of all the clips where I could see me and the whole thing is only 49 seconds. So yeah, I didn’t even get a minute on there. But hey, for an extra, that’s not too shabby.
I was SUPER DUPER excited (read: screamed like an idiot) when I got in a great shot with Stephen Colletti, who you might remember from The Hills as well, at the bar. So I’m not going to force you to watch the show if you don’t already. I put together a video and also grabbed all the screencaps I could find.
May I just say here that I wore my 3” heels for HOURS and then we filmed this towards the end of the second day and I have my flip flops on!!! 49 seconds. And I have flip flops on.
I was talking to a person here. I barely knew her and we weren’t actually talking. We had to pantomime the entire conversation. So all the background noise you hear in this scene is added in later.
The caption should be “DER”. What IS that face??
OK back to my cool pantomiming.
Also for the dancing…we had to dance without music. Thank goodness they just showed a little bit of swaying! This is one of the first scenes we filmed and definitely most awkward.
This picture kinda makes me want to puke but whatevs. I’m talking to my friends Kim and Jami. It was fun! Actually, no, pantomiming after 24 hours is kinda NOT fun.
Still pantomiming way in the back. We had a “conversation” that the bar was getting boring and we decided to hit up another bar. This is the scene I was actually wearing my heels and had to get foam put on the bottom because I was too loud.
See the full set of screencaps here
The video (there is no sound):
So yay! My face is in OTH forevah!
After my pity party post yesterday, I pitied myself some more and then read a few blog posts about the latest Compassion blog trip and then my sister in law got put in the hospital and I woke up to Veteran’s Day and I just did one of those get over yourself pep talks.
So I think I’m going to join the Y again. I know I enjoyed it while I was there and I eat better when I’m exercising and I really should be more concerned about my health and I’ll never forget that I dropped my cholesterol 30 points when I went last time so yeah, I’m going to do it.
I just realized this whole post has only been 3 sentences so far. Can you tell I just drank a latte?
So while I enjoy my day off and probably go join the Y, pretty please go follow the folks that are blogging from El Salvador: Kelly, Heather, Molly, Keely, Shuan and Patricia. And then go sponsor a child and we’ll all make a few lives a little better today.
I’m about to have a pity party of epic proportions. Avert your eyes lest you begin rolling them.
I’m having a really crappy day. And it’s not because anything has been bad. It’s all in my head. Thoughts, opinions, things I keep telling myself. Mostly about my weight. I should be all happy I saw myself on TV last night and trust me, I was. Just ask Mom and Heather who heard me literally screaming I was so excited. But there was one scene where they shot a full back shot of me and it was in a scene with India and Joy and they are like toothpicks and I had this awful shirt that flairs and makes me look bigger anyway because mainly is a size too small for me and doesn’t hit me in the right place but I like to wear it because Scott bought it for me and it wasn’t cheap and anyway, I looked wide. And I’m irritated because I don’t feel like I can complain about that just because all the jeans in my closet are a size 2. Everyone rolls their eyes and says get over yourself.
But you know, I have bad days too.
When my jeans are too tight and it hurts to sit and my one little roll rolls over the top of my jeans. Well, I don’t care if they’re a size 2, it doesn’t feel good. And when you step on a scale and you’re weighing more than you ever had sans a child in your belly to blame it on, it doesn’t feel good. And when you know you’ve been eating like crap and not doing any exercising except opening a piece of Halloween candy, you know you have no one to blame but yourself. And it’s awfully depressing thinking about the fact that the worst thing I ever did was quit the gym and buy an elliptical. And I hate myself that I can’t do one more day of the 30 day shred after my 30 days were up. I hate that I’m that lazy. And I hate that I can’t say no to root beer at Chick fil a. And some may say throw out all your size 2’s and buy size 4s and enjoy your root beer. But you know what, no, I’m not going to let myself go down that slippery slope. Because then I’ll be 3 more sizes down the line and maybe add some diabetes and a heart attack. And I’m as serious as a heart attack right now because that’s how it happens. People give up one size at a time. One piece of Halloween candy at a time.
And it all makes me think about the sermon on Sunday. He talked about having integrity in the little things so when the big things come, we choose what’s best. We choose what’s right. And how I walked away thinking, that’s not quite right. Sometimes the little things ARE the big things. One picture on the Internet, one mishandled conversation, one cigarette, one drink, one lie. All those bad decisions that are small but done over and over are addictions and divorce. The little things matter. So it irritates me that the Halloween candy matters. That this stupid cup of root beer matters. Because GUESS WHAT? I don’t WANT to go back to the gym. I don’t WANT to go running. I don’t WANT to do the 30 day shred. I don’t WANT to eat fruit and vegetables. But all of those added up could mean I would lose these stupid 8 pounds I want to lose. So today, I don’t know what I’ll choose…what I want to do or what’s best. Right now I’m finishing my root beer from Chick fil a. I may avoid the piece of Halloween candy this afternoon or not. I know for sure I’ll look in the mirror just before I take my size 2 jeans off tonight and complain that they’re tight and I have a muffin top. I’ll grimace when I look at the scale in the morning. Besides that, I don’t know. I just don’t know if I can do what’s right this time.
And y’all, that makes for a crappy day.