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Wednesday, June 4, 2014

I'M HERE! And I had the weirdest dream!!!

OMG, can you believe it? I'm embarrassed that I haven't been in my little online journal of things in life in SOOO long. A lot of that is due to FB, it's so easy to post little blurbs. But it isn't the same.

I've thought about blogging, daily. But when school was in session I just didn't have the time. Or when I had the time I found myself obsessing in a book or sleep when I could grab it. I remember when used to blog at 3:am, about being awake at 3:am, LOL!

Anyhow, I had the WEIRDEST DREAM (once I finally got some sleep; between 6:am and 7:am after Hubby left for the farm).

I don't even know if I can remember it well enough or all the details but I'm going to post it anyhow and y'all can tell me what you think it all means:

There was a group of us. MIL, FIL, the kids, and a cousin and his wife who don't exist in real life.

We were… somewhere.

Then a big storm came and it rained and started flooding and we had to evacuate the neighborhood (I don't know where we were, I think on a lake which makes sense since we will be at Lake Burton pretty soon).

So, we have two vehicles. FIL is with me and two other people (my kids I'm assuming). The swell comes and the water is deep across a low in the road. FIL tells me to put it in 4-W Drive (we are in my Big Mama who has already been backed into and had her bumper tore off and then I put her in a ditch after church IRL). I can hear Hubby in my head, "You CAN'T DRIVE THROUGH THAT, you'll ruin the engine!" Me, to FIL, "I CAN'T DRIVE THROUGH THAT! I'LL RUIN HER ENGINE. The water is too high."

Somehow we meet up with the others and everyone decides we need to go eat and wait for the water to go down. ??? MIL suggests Dairy Queen being time and cost efficient. The cousin's husband suggests some other place. We end up at a place I'd been curious about. An italian place, but they all decide to do family style appetizers. I wasn't thrilled and I knew FJ wouldn't eat a darned thing. BUT…

They made this bread? This french bread thing? At the table, sliced with butter in between the slices and then grilled and sprinkled with garlic and salt and I don't know but it was FABULOUS! I felt guilty about eating it because it was soooo unhealthy but it was so good I said to myself, Screw It! 

(Maybe I should practice something like this for the kids to enter into the Livestock show this coming year!)

Then there were these other things on skewers layered with meats and cheeses and warmed and sprinkled with mozzarella or something. YUM! I was impressed! I wanted red wine but for some reason I couldn't get a glass even though the others got some or a beer. Hmmm…

(Are you bored yet? The dream had me reeling but of course it is MY dream so.)

Then we get the bill. MIL says we will split it. $53.30 A PIECE!!! WTH? Seriously? And then the man at the register doesn't speak English so he's rattling off to me in Indian and I just hand him my tab and my credit card. Then he passes me a note that offers bottles of red wine on mark down because it's been discontinued. No Thank You. A little too late.

So we go back to get my SUV as the water has come down and FIL IS PUSHING IT BACK UP INTO THE WATER with the cousin guy! I'm like, WHAT are you doing?"

I finally get my SUV back and get through the water but now am lost in the neighborhood. So, I try to find a place to GPS my way home. But I end up in this dangerous looking place with lots of vehicle repairs and 'other stuff' going on. So, I leave and drive down the road to find a church parking lot (beautiful church, BTW) and enter my GPS to home.

THEEEENNNN?

I wake up. WTH???

Happy Hump-Day! I shall be back sooner than later; no more ignoring my favorite story telling place.


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Monday, September 16, 2013

The Truth About Me, Aging, Weight and Health

The truth about me, aging, my weight AND health: A Tell All

LOL!

Who's been here?
That picture up there? That's how most of my old favorite clothing stand-bys have been fitting as of the last six to twelve months. Not a great feeling. My metabolism had been growing more and more lazy and I had been finding myself joining it. We even moped about it together.

Recently I went to one of my doctors' for a visit only to be told that my blood pressure was extremely high - especially since I have always run lower than normal = wakeup call.

AGING: I started noticing the weight coming on a couple years ago. I was stepping up into 40 so I chucked it up to that. I mean, I birthed two children and maintained a petite figure for the next ten years or so, right? I deserve not to worry about that 40 weight. [Ha ha, that's a pun!]

When I turned 40 last year, my thought process and declaration was that I would start getting serious about exercising and my belly fat after my birthday. Kinda of a "I'm 40 and going to be FAB" kind of declaration.

Well, with kids in school, extra-curricular activities, and all the other things I threw in to take up my time give me an excuse why I didn't hit the treadmill hard each day I just didn't quite get there. And, it's over a year later.

Other than my 'koolaid' I eat quite well. Although, I had started adding in some chip munching and more carbs than I used to. Salting food more. A lot of things I didn't partake in when I was younger and really never wanted to. I don't eat sweets. Somewhere between the kids the sweet tooth swapped teams. Maybe that's why I started liking salt so much. Hmmm. Something to ponder.

I did notice that my face was puffy. Kinda' balloonish. And, that's when things really started bothering me. Along with hot flashes and feeling cruddy about myself all the time. So, at the prompting of a friend I decided to join a gym in our area. Get real. Get serious. Hubby liked the idea so we joined together and have been diligent for the last six weeks in going regularly.

I do a spin class. (The first time I took it it kicked. My. @$$!! BIG. TIME. And, that wasn't even using any resistance!) I also do Muscles In Motion which is a cardio class with weights. It's FUN! (The first time this class ALSO kicked my @$$.)

So, eating better and working out regularly - really working out (not like my 'walk on the treadmill reading on the kindle' type work out at home) the scale was still not my friend. Lose two pounds -gain two pounds, lose three pounds - gain two pounds. Five years ago [okay, maybe more like ten] the weight would have come off immediately.  Mean scale! MEAN! Baaaaaaad scale. ;-{

And, my face was still puffy too!

So, enter last week when I went to see said doctor. He said, "GO SEE YOUR MD NOW!" So I did. And, you know what? My BP was still incredibly high. WTH?

Apparently, since I had blood pressure issues with my first child and pre-eclampsia (It was horrible. They caught it late because I ran low for a pregnant woman so my BP looked normal right up until the end. My face was puffy back then too) that makes me prone to high BP as I age.

He also did mention that ten pounds makes a big difference in blood pressure as well. Which I'm working on.

Solution? A little green pill. Not to be confused with that little blue pill; that's for something entirely different. :-P

                                                                                                                         This little baby here ------------------------------------------------------->

Works magic. I asked my doctor how long it would take to start working. He said a day or two. What a difference. I didn't realize how awful I'd been feeling. Not to mention self conscious about, well everything about myself.

My hot flashes have even subsided some. Oh, I still get them here and there. But I actually had a little chill when I woke up yesterday morning.

And, with hard work - avoiding high sodium foods and continuing with my love of vegetables - I've lost six pounds! I've also cut back on my favorite koolaid. Replacing it with that awesome liquid known as water. In addition I discovered some of those muscle things in my arms! Yeah, for real! Some of the puffiness has left my face. I've still got some work to do to slimming it, that IS related to the weight issue.

My goal isn't really about the number on the scale, okay, for now it is but ultimately it's not; the whole muscle vs. weight thing but rather, fitting back into my favorite clothes!

THATS! THE GOAL.

Life changes, our bodies change. And, that is okay. But, we still have to respect them and love them and work them out a little.

And, that's my update on me and my physical challenge to build a better me. :-)

Happy Monday!!!


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Saturday, August 31, 2013

The Gym & I: Rebuilding our relationship :-P

PUBLIC BLOG NOTICE: These 'gym' posts I hope to be humorous and also, on occasion, allow me to brag about my physical improvement. :-P

I have to say that it is SO MUCH harder at 41 than at 25 to get my body back in shape. Of course, until hitting my late thirties I never had issues with 'getting back in shape'. I just kinda' maintained it. Don't throw tomatoes, I did work out and work at it more but I didn't have to work at it like in my 40s.

I don't expect to be as fit as I was at 25. But, I would take my physique back (after having two children) from about 35. I was good and comfortable with myself. And, no high blood pressure or puffy face, and my clothes still fit..

Just keep spinning, just keep spinning-spinning!

So, my first day at the gym I took a spin class. I've always wanted to do a spin class. You know, like you see in the movies where they are spinning super fast and sweaty [I don't like the sweaty part, that's why I get the fan] and having a conversation with best friends like the gals on' Sex In The City'. I was really excited!

I went in totally motivated to SPIN-SPIN-SPIN! But it's not just spinning. There is resistance called gauge. You have to stand up and bike (and not like when we were kids). Then you have to alternate with this position I'd almost call a crime called "Hover" I hate to Hover unless I'm hovering over my children's lives and academics. Anyhow at each interval you have to turn up your gauge. OW.

As I was spinning in a class that in my 20s and 30s I would have kick PIE at, I found myself breathing hard and cursing to myself under my breath. [A LOT.] At that moment when I saw my profile in the mirror I realized - Holey $H!T! I HAVE totally let myself GO!!! NOOOOOOOOOO!!! And thus began my uphill battle with working out three times as hard as I had to in my younger years, when I enjoyed working out three times as hard as I had to. What's the term for that scenario. I know there is a word in the dictionary for that turn of events in life.

So this morning, after having been spinning and attending a cario-weight class for about six weeks a couple came in to spin. She seemed a little younger than me. Not slender but in really good shape (i.e.: her old clothes fit). She brought her husband who seemed about my age. I've never seen a man in the class. Would love to get Hubby but he's not crazy about the tiny bike seat (um, we don't spend that much time 'on' the seat and when we do we worship it.)

Her husband is training for a triathlon. Or something similar to that. He was in good shape too. Since he was in training she suggested to him that he should try the spin class with her. At first I think he thought, politely, "Eh, I can do this." He didn't know what he was in for!

I was next to him and recognized his struggles. Oh, he was holding his own but it reminded me of me six weeks ago. *Patting self on back at my progress*

At one point, about half way through (while I was doing well) it was "Hover" time. Again. At the same time we both said under our breath "$h!t". I found it quite funny and we laughed through our breathing.

The instructor giggled as she said, "Sorry!" into the mic as she was leading the class.

I'm thinking we might see them both back at the next class. I'd love to get Hubby in. I might challenge him. ;-)

Anyway, other than some curses under my breath and my clothes still not fitting any better I've found that the gym is worth it and I'm held to a higher level of participation so long as 'the others' are watching me. Because at home... well, for a little electricity my treadmill agreed not to tell on me. :-P


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Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Kids and Sibling Rivalry

So, we all know. As parents. That when you have more than one child there tends to be an animosity in the house. It is basically a love-hate-love-tolerate-love-hate relationship amongst the siblings.

So Farmer, Jr's room is usually in a whirlwind of a wreck. Not because he's messy. Because he still plays a lot with his tractors. He's practicing for next year when we hope we have a real crop and for life learning. LOL! And, legos. And transformers. And, those build a critter things... Bionicals? His uncle gave him?

He's in sixth grade but as handsome as he is he is not on the girl radar - wait - he's on their radar but he doesn't know what it is yet.

Anyhoo. He had the chores to do and his room and bathroom to clean. He gets overwhelmed when it comes to his room and 'cleaning'. "I'm still playing with that, after my homework." And, "It's tooooo much MOM!" Well, you get it out, you put it up.

"I'm going to wear those clothes again." Say what? Dirty. No.

"But I'm working on thaaaaatttt. This is sooooo harrrrrddddd."

Reminds me of my second youngest brother once. Me, my brother first born next to me, and my Dad were all at the table. Playing dominoes. Second brother starts throwing his toys away because "he has too much stuff to keep his room clean."

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He was grounded to his room until it was clean. Me, my younger brother and Dad were at the table. Second brother looking at us from his room. We waved. It was hilarious - at least on our part.

Anyhow, Lil'Gal actually loves her brother. Sure, she harasses the cr@p out of him. But that's what girls do apparently as kids when they love someone. (She harasses the cr@p out of me too, and her Dad, all in a loving way).

Back to the room. Lil'Gal had offered to help him clean his room. In her words, "I'm good at organizing." I told him if he was smart, he'd let her help him and then in trade... spend some quality time playing a board game or Wii with her. He agreed but then went with his Papa to get new tires for his Go Cart.

Lil'Gal cleaned....and organized his room. Including his million tractors.

When he got home I told him, "She cleaned your room. AND, organized your large tractors. (She also did his closet). You better be sweet and spend some quality time with her."

Him. Looking at room. "I'm. AMAZED. Yes, Ma'am." And siblings are loving instead of hating. It's the small things...

Love kids, love family, love life, love kids who get love and life....

Happy weekday!!!


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Friday, June 28, 2013

THE THING ABOUT A BIG DOG...

You know you have a big dog when people say, "WHOOOOOAAAHHH" when she walks up. Or when you walk out of the vet's office with extra heart worm meds and an empty pocket book. Or when you have to buy a ramp to get her in the SUV.

My biggest baby is also the biggest member of the family. Well, almost. Hubby is a big, strong guy. And, in better shape. She's holding up a hefty weight next to him though = at a full figured 162. Which means, DIET time (again).

Many of y'all have seen several OK. TONS. Do I really post that many pictures of my pets? LOL pictures on Facebook, and of course, here at my blog of my pets. And, my wee bit of favoritism for my Biggun'.

There she is:



That's her smile when she injured her hip. She was heavy back then too. She threw it out either chasing a tractor or chasing a tractor and falling in a hole her co-partner dug in the dog run. AND. Had to go on a diet. Try getting a 160 plus pup up on a bum hip. That was a rough two weeks.


Here she is with Lil'Gal. Playing iPod.

So I knew she was overweight again and I knew the foreboding scale was in our near future. It was set in stone when I ran into a lady and her daughter at Petco the other day and she had a gorgeous English Mastiff. Here's how the conversation went, in general.

Me and the kids, "Look, a Mastiff!"

The Mastiff, "Look! Kids! Who want to pet me!"

He was super sweet. Their size can be very intimidating (which comes in handy time to time) but their smile will melt you. [And, their paws will crush toes. I know from experience.]

Me, "How old is he?" *I think he was about a year*

Me, "He's so handsome! They are the best dogs...gentle giants."

The owner, "Oh, yes. I really wanted one. My daughter found him on Craig's list."

The kids, "His HEAD looks waaaay BIGGER THAN BRANDI's."

And, that's when it hit me. Um no. he just hasn't grown into his body. YET.

Me, "What's he weigh?"

Owner, "About 125."

Me *GULP* I knew then and there, if HE was 125.... SHE is not 150.

Owner, "We are actually trying to put some weight on him. What DO YOU feed your Mastiff?"

Me, "Um. She's on weight management..."

Ramp practice to get her in the vehicle
So, after the vet appointment with both dogs it was decided and prescribed to put her back on a diet. Truth is, she only eats four cups a food a day. Well, that's what she is served. She could sneak back over to Dulce's bowl for a snack-a-roo if Dulce doesn't eat all of her food. Although, I don't see that being the issue because little Dulce has put on a few pounds too. Weighing in at a whopping 59 pounds. Far cry from Biggun'. :-P

According to the vet, 'That's not working.' So cut her back more and add in exercise. Which is hard during the South Texas heat with triple heat indices well into October. To which the vet also agreed that it is too darned hot for her. So, either walk her before sunrise or after dark. She'll be spending half the day in the utility room (where she currently is).

He also mentioned, with her being seven years old or so...that Mastiff's tend to live to be only about nine years old or so.

Me, "WHAT????"

My baby. Getting to be an old lady. We've both let ourselves go a little.

Oh, the thing about a big dog? They are protective, loving, loyal. Pretty much the same as a little dog, just a whole lot more to love. ;-)



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Tuesday, April 30, 2013

JUNIOR HIGH'dome: Entering the transition


Yeah. So we are heading there now. Me and Farmer, Jr. Junior high. Today was the field trip for 5th grade to the Junior High so the students could get a tour of the campus and also a presentation by the Junior High students about what clubs are available and what 'Junior High' life is like.

Farmer, Jr. only half way interested. Me, getting anxious, excited, paranoid? Yes, all the above. A wee bit "WTH are we in for?" Yeah, that too. MY BABY!! MY BABIES!! (I know all these kids and they look so small and young to be on a Junior High campus... sweet peaches, I just want to cuddle them!)

The principal gave a great speech. Although, I didn't find it quite as inspiring as I would have thunk but rather a slight bit - um, intimidating... I thought that speech would be saved for the first day of school.

It is so different from when I was a kid. Farmer, Jr. and I are a team though and we break into each new year together with all of its challenges and cool stuff too. By the time Lil'Gal comes along I've got it down. Which is good. Because she doesn't like change and transition either. And, she has separation anxiety. (I'll let you know what year she kicks me to the curb). :-P

So, I am preparing as much as him to endeavor onto a new campus and get to know new staff come July.

I will say, Farmer, Jr. has a good little group of friends. At lunch we got a table together because, well, at Junior High you can sit wherever you want. ;-) A bonus for growing and maturing. You also get a whole lot more food choices and a way better snack bar. The boys commended the food; this is what they are most looking forward to. :-P FJ went and grabbed a couple friends and one or two might have grabbed him to sit at our table. Most of the boys are in Safety Patrol with him which means they were selected from 4th grade for exhibiting excellence in behavior and academics. (These are the type of boys I'll let over to my house with him).

At the 'assembly' the Junior Highers' shared about various clubs. Band, Choir, NHS, Cheerleading (obviously NOT his thing but Lil'Gal will probably jump all over that one - pun intended), Yearbook, Swim Team, etc. I would mentioned to FJ, 'Hey, you might like that?" Him, shrug. Me, "What about that???" Him, shrug. Me, "What about THIS one?" Him, "I don't want to do anything that makes me stay after school." Okay. Well, there'ya'go. LOL! I guess extra curricular will stay with hunting, fishing and 4-H. FINE with ME!

The campus. I need to sign in as a guest and introduce myself to Ms. S, the librarian there so I can meander around the campus to find my way around. With 13 5th grade classes and a quick tour I couldn't figure out which way was up and down. Do I really have to know? YES.

One of my bestest friends is a teacher, Ms. Les, and she asked me recently, "How long are you going to follow them around until you let them out on their own?" Or something like that. She meant it well.

Me, "Copter, copter, copter..." A) Farmer, Jr. needs me to on a certain level; dysgraphia is something that doesn't just apply to ELA. It affects him in every course. Notes, testing, etc. So I have to be aware of what is going on in the classroom to be sure he is getting the accommodations needed (and, of course, ONLY what is needed). B) Lil'Gal still wants me around. My being on campus provides her with confidence. C) I know the kids. ALL the kids and they know me. They like me. My kids will grow up with them. I will know who and what and when to help my children make good social choices should they ask my opinion. D) I have friends with children in the same age range who don't have the opportunity to be up there all the time. I'm their eyes and ears when I see things going one way or the other, I can hug their kids or high five them and help them when they seem to be falling astray. D) I LIKE it. One day my kids are going to thank me for all that I do and have done and for the fabulous opportunity that they had with my being 'around'. Helping in school. Knowing the staff. 

It all pays off in the end. Think of me as the mom Sandra Bullock played in "The Blindside". (If only I was as good looking as her). Yeah. She's all cool and put together. She's a super mom. Yeah, THAT's ME. 

So while somewhat intimidated by all the changing of classes and hoping FJ can keep all his stuff organized, I'm almost getting kinda-sorta-maybe ready to help my first born grow up a little more. Ya' know. In a few months. After summer. 

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