My body hates me...

A few weeks ago I had the week from hell. It had nothing to do with work or relationships, it had everthing to do with my body. My body hated me for an entire week. Normally I don't share so much information about myself but I sent an email to two of my close friends and they said I should blog about this because 1) I've been wanting to blog more but get stuck when it comes to what to blog about and 2) according to them it was just to funny not to. Funny? I'm not sure it was "funny" but I was laughing by the end of the week because well, if I didn't I would of cried and never stopped. So here's the email I sent to my girldfriends a few weeks ago:

Ok so I have to give you a quick rundown of how my week has gone thus far…it’s pretty awesome and you are going to be so jealous!

2 weeks ago – annoying summer cold with awesome cough! Still have cough BTW.

Sunday – I have bathroom issues. enough said.

Monday – Can’t seem to get things moving, sharp stomach pain so I take a Correctol to help things along.

4am Tuesday morning – Go to bathroom and almost DIE! Barely make it back to my bed without passing out, no joke. Lay down and whole entire body breaks out into a dripping sweat. Curse Correctol.

6:30am Tuesday morning – can’t stand up without everything going black. Call Boss sobbing because apparently being sick makes me an emotional wreck. Freak boss out! Curse Correctol again. Go back to sleep for a few hours.

Tuesday afternoon – sleep on couch while son tries to get me to play with him…world’s best mom right here everyone, BESTMOMEVER!

Wednesday – weak but go to work.

Wednesday evening – meet Torin in Carlsbad who is on an overnight. Go to dinner. Get back in car, start choking. Choke so hard I throw up ALL over the side of my car while the car behind us watches! Awesome! Cough for an hour after that.

Jealous yet?

Thursday – surprisingly went ok other than the chewing out I had to give to the girl at Hallmark for her shotty customer service. Long story.

Friday 6:30am – can’t open right eye that is sealed shut with eye gook. Clean eye off to see it is a very nice shade of pink. Call doctor to fix my body!

I’m taking this as a sign that my body hates me. Not to mention the dreams I had that my cousin died and an agent at our work died and I had to tell everyone. I woke up with tears in my eyes AND I had a dream that I gave birth to a 5 month old boy and my mom repeatedly telling me he was too big...???? Death and birth both mean a new beginning so I am taking this whole week as a sign that new things are coming and will get better....they better get better!

Hope your week is better than mine! Oh and I started laughing while cleaning my eye gook, not a haha laugh but a Your-funny-God kind of laugh.

Well hello long lost blog...

Wow!....wow! I created this over a year ago and then neglected it. What a bad blogger! The sad thing is that I think about blogging all the time especially when I am reading and enjoying other blogs I frequent...a lot. I think about blogging while driving or when my adorable child does something cute or not so cute but needs to be talked about or when my pilot does something funny or not funny or just about life and what I see. So, I am going to make a serious effort to update this more often, maybe not every day but maybe every week or more...we'll see.

Golf Muscles

Holy cow Batman I had no idea golf could/would make me so sore! Let me explain...my boyfriend, Torin, looooves golf and so after 8 months of dating he has finally talked me into hitting a few balls at the range. I never realized how physical golf was and how much goes into it and how utterly ackward it is. I always thought it was these men going around hitting a ball with a stick and there wasn't too much technique, well was I ever wrong! I loved it until this morning when my right arm tricep muscles screamed at me! AND as the day is progressing more muscles are starting to scream at me! Not cool Biff, not cool! So, I am either A) getting old B) not toned C) not doing it right or D) all of the above...I am D) all of the above...sigh... I really shouldn't be complaining since I really liked it and was told I did pretty well for a semi first timer. I took a golf class in junior college with my best friend Natalie, but we rarely attended and still managed to get a B in the class! Not bad for never attending! Torin and I are going again this Friday and while I am sore I am looking forward to it. Plus, some good friends of ours are golfers too and this will be a fun couples activity!!

Parenting takes another hit...

Do you ever wonder if you are doing this right? This whole parenting thing? Does anyone else have a child 50.1% of the time like I do? Anyone have a 3 year old that cries for his dad when you have to discipline him and then feel that stab to the heart when he cries for his dad? Anyone? What do you do? How do you not let it effect you and make you feel like the worst parent in the world? I am torn between giving in because I don't want to be the "bad" parent but I also don't want a child who is going to run all over me. So, what do I do? Tonight, for example, I had to sit there and try not to let my frustration and hurt get the better of me but I wanted to cry. Does he cry for me when his father disciplines him? I hardly discipline him! Stern talks, of course but it's rare he sits in time out. I am pretty lucky to have a pretty well behaved child. So, I sit here and wonder if I am a good mom, if there is something else I should be doing, if anyone else feels the pain of of a child who wants the other parent instead of you and if any of this will get easier?

Hi, my name is...

Hi, I'm new here. I have been inspired by a cousin of mine to start blogging because, well, she is really good at it and I want my kids to be able to look back on the funny things they said and did like her's will. And, well, I want to share it with all of you because my life is just sooo exciting that I feel the rest of the world needs to know about it...

So, this is my first blog...I am officially a blogger...hmmm I really didn't see this coming.