tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64743159312954374642011-10-11T21:04:15.423-05:00"For where your treasure is...there your heart will be also." Matthew 6:19Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01751458534779098012noreply@blogger.comBlogger5481100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474315931295437464.post-26636812495993417452011-09-27T08:13:00.000-05:002011-09-27T08:23:21.940-05:00

Like many families during this time, even some we know on a personal level, we're experiencing a change in our financial situation.  Unfortunately, ours is a consequence of irresponsibility from years ago and something we knew was coming, but now that it's here, we've just gotta buckle down and plow through. Generally, I'm a pretty good worrier.  For some reason, it's been rooted deep in me,

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Having lost 43 pounds to date, I've got a whole mess of clothes in my closet that no longer fit. While I've never consciously approached my eating and exercise knowing that my "fat" clothes were there if I needed them, in recent weeks, I've found myself slacking just a bit too much in getting the exercise to maintain my loss and eating what's best, not just what's quickest.Since school got out in

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When I started this journey to lose weight and be healthier almost nine months ago, I hadn't thought a stitch about my weight "goal". I just knew that I was squeezing into a size 14 jean and I REFUSED to have to even consider going up another size. Enter lots of hours on the treadmill (that I hated every single second, by the way, just so we're clear), wiser food choices and smaller portion

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In just short of sixty days, I'll be celebrating another birthday. I'll be getting closer to FORTY (gasp!) and by then, I'm fairly confident that I'll be able to say that I'm in better shape at {insert birthday number here} than I was ten birthdays ago.That's exciting.And better yet, thanks to recent prodding by my younger brother, I feel better than I have in ten birthdays. I saw my primary

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I'll be honest, it started as "Oh, I'll just walk while we're on vacation and figure out my new routine when we get home."I fully intended that; really, I did. But it's been 30 days.Then I remembered how difficult it is to rise early enough to beat the all-too-eager nine year old out of bed. And the minute his eyes open, he's up. And he's talking. And asking questions. It's non-stop, let me tell

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I just finished workout 30 of Jillian Michaels' 30-day shred. It took me thirty three days, but I finished, completing the workout seventeen days in a row.Craziness.First, my insights from day one to day thirty. I worked level one for ten days. After about day 3, my knees were sore, but nothing I couldn't push through. My endurance during cardio segments was pretty sad, even with two hits off my

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I love watching Food Network. My favorite show has to be Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives; I'm a huge Guy Fieri fan.Caleb likes Triple D too and before he went to bed last night he decided to finish watching an episode with me and steak was being made. It looked absolutely delicious and Caleb pipes up "Oh Mom, that makes me hungry." (I think he's having another growth spurt; this child can't get

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I work three days a week so standard dress is a blue collared shirt and tan pants. On August sixth, I started my job wearing a size 16 pants and a XL polo shirt; granted, the 16's were comfortable, getting used to being on my feet for long periods of time once again, I wanted to be comfortable.If you have children, you've probably noticed that children's clothing sizes are not regulated. I feel

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Happy Memorial Day, everyone! I'm pretty thankful to have a day that's mostly down-time for all of us except for a little matter of two parades that Matthew's marching in later this morning.Just thought that I'd give you an update on the goings on here, since I've a few things that just couldn't really create a whole post.Here goes:*Caleb's baseball team is 1-5; that is in stark contrast to being

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- I just finished my sixteenth workout for 30 day shred and it was my sixth workout with level 2. - I've taken four days off since I started day 1 on May 6th.- Wanting to be a "graduate" of the system before we leave to visit family on June 12th, I need to get the workout in every day until then to finish on the 10th, which is the first day of summer vacation for the boys.- I hate squat thrusts

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(June 2010) I love that baby (my nephew Carson) on my lap, but good grief....I mean. really. And yes, I keep this picture on the fridge to remind me of lots of things; how little I thought about myself, how sad I really was at letting my weight get out of control, how embarrassed I was at having my picture taken, and most of all, how I'm never going back there again.(May 24, 2011) getting there.

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What a crazy weekend!Friday night Jon took Caleb to his baseball game. I've had a headache off and on for almost a week and that night was awful, so I stayed home. About five minutes after they came in the door, I was upstairs but I heard Caleb say "Daddy, Dina has a mouse and she's under the sofa."Suddenly I had no need to go downstairs and shower anyone with kisses.Saturday morning I was awake

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Putting in the 11-8 shift yesterday and then turning around and needing to be at work by 8:00 this morning to work the front register doesn't leave me much time.I hate 11-8 because I feel like I get nothing done, but I love it because I can enjoy my coffee after the boys leave for school and still get in a workout, eat a leisurely breakfast and get a few things done before getting myself to

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I was pretty proud of my boys this last weekend.We're without a pastor at the moment, as you may know, so Sunday was my "turn" for pulpit fill. Our church board secretary had asked me if I'd preach and I told her that I'm not a preacher, I was a preacher's kid, big difference, and she said "how about a mission lesson then?"As I'm about to complete my first year serving as local church mission

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I started 30-day shred again on Friday.I'd done the workout before and never made it past day seven. My knees would get so sore and I just never felt like I could do the workout well enough to make it worth my time, so I'd quit.I think this is my third go at the workout. I just finished workout number three of thirty.This time around, I find that the workout is still tough, but doable. And my

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Good Friday morning, all! Despite having to drive Caleb in to school this morning, we're off to a great start.I'm being featured at Momma Made It Look Easy this morning, (click here for the link) so be sure to stop by and read. And many thanks to Jennifer for the chance.Have a great weekend.

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Logically, the change in the numbers must tell me something, but I don't see it. When I look in the mirror, all I can focus on is where improvement is continually needed. Even before and now pics don't really help since I just can't really see it. And I know that all of my size 14 pants won't stay up and on a great day, I can get into a size 10 and even breathe but I don't see it.I saw this

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One of my best friends in high school was Mykal. She and I sang in the choir together; she's an alto and I'm a soprano. She was fun and friendly and loud and I loved her.We spent several days a week together between my sophmore and junior years of high school. We go "crusin'" in T-ville on the weekends; I had a fairly early curfew and her's was much later than mine.I wasn't busted for breaking

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*Yesterday morning while we were in church, Jon received a message from his mom that his cousin Emma who lives in England had unexpectedly passed away. She was only 32 and was a wife, a mother to two very young sons, a daughter, a sister and a friend to many. We're deeply saddened and at the same time reminded that there isn't a second we can take for granted. Thus the inspiration for this

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The few nights a week I'm actually home for dinner, I try my hardest to have us all sit at the table and talk while we eat. Last night I was asked if it was okay if the television was on (um, no) or if I was planning to sit at the computer and eat (no again).The teenager was the last to fill his plate in the kitchen and his brother and I were already seated at the table when he started to walk

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Last night, I met Carrie for dinner at Texas Roadhouse. Both of us commented that we couldn't remember the last time we'd eaten there whether we were together or not.She apologized as she could see that I was sorta ga-ga over what to eat, but I assured her that it didn't matter. Needing to make choices when eating out is part of life for everyone and I wasn't stressed; just figuring I could find

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Good Morning! Hope you all had a blessed Easter! We did and it was very busy.But before we get started, I'd just like to toot my own horn a bit here; you don't mind, right? Of course you don't. My pounds lost total continues to climb and once again, I saw a smaller number this morning on that dreaded scale. This morning's display read 158 which makes for thirty three pounds lost since December

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Three weeks ago, I hated the treadmill and vowed to stay away from it until after Easter. Follow that with two weeks of weight training and a few inches lost and a new decade of numbers.Then I got three and a half hours of sleep following a late night field trip with Matthew for band and gave myself the day off the next day.And this week the boys have been on Spring break. And it snowed; no

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I see my family twice a year; once in the summer and then at either Thanksgiving or Christmas, depending on which holiday it was we went last. I haven't seen my family in 137 days. When I calculated that out, as yes, you knew I would, I was a bit shocked that it was only 137 days. It seems so much longer since I've crossed the border from Indiana into Michigan and exclaimed to all of the

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"I am George Washington!" Silly boy.

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Last Monday, I was frustrated. I'd spent more time than ever on the treadmill and was smacked in the face by a 2.2 pound weight loss in TWO WEEKS. Two weeks, people. That was just over a pound a week....unfathomable to me considering my effort in exercising. And I hadn't been just busting tail in exercising but eating crap either; my food choices were as good as ever. Honest. After I spent a

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I'm a strange girl. Growing up, I loved every place we ever left and every new place we ever moved to. I'm lucky enough to say that I have friends all over the country. Sure, it's tough to leave, but making new friends while keeping in touch with old ones was always one of my favorite parts of growing up. When I was eight, we moved from Lexington, KY to Arnold, NE. I became fast friends with

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I have a coworker who's getting married in June of next year and as she's found herself wanting and wishing for certain wedding dress options, she's on a mission to lose 40 pounds by September first. Last night she tells me that she'd bought some "dance" exercise DVD and she'd done the workout every day so far this week. Now, don't get me wrong, I understand that the definition of exercise varies

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I'm so tired. I hate that for the last eleven days the alarm has needed to be set. Every stinkin' day there's been reason to require me to get out of bed. And I can't stand even the sight of the treadmill at the moment. Good thing it's behind me when I'm at the computer or I may start screaming. Just the thought of getting on it for miles and getting no where makes me want to rip my hair out;

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Before Easter Sunday is upon us again, our little congregation will be without a pastoral family. It's only been a couple of weeks since the announcement was made that our Pastor and his family were answering God's call to move on after leading and loving us for nearly eight years. It's been hard to accept, but we have confidence that the best days are ahead for our congregation as in a few weeks

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Wednesday night seems to be pizza night around here as of late and last night was no exception. Except for the fact that I got so hungry while working late that I apparently checked my restraint at the door and ate an entire pizza. Yep. Then to top it off, I needed something sweet, so I figured that I'd polish off what was left of my pint of Ben and Jerry's, which was just the bottom quarter of

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Before : November 2010; weight 191 Now : March 27, 2011; weight 162.2

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In keeping with Jen's newest post, I have a few thoughts on that myself. I'm struggling to get out of the one-sixties. I know, I know, it's just a number. And considering where I started, at least it's a smaller number of some significance. And I can wear smaller pants, by two sizes. But considering how far I have to go still? Not being able to crack into 159 is discouraging. I ramped up my

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I've got a sorta crazy work schedule this week. I'm working until close tonight, till 8pm on Wednesday and till close on Thursday. Add to that dinner with Carrie tomorrow evening, (Yay!) and I'm not really seeing the boys till Friday, except for the hour in the morning when they're getting ready for school and maybe 15 minutes or so on Wednesday before bedtime. It's not my favorite. But Jon's

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I think that in order to achieve something, you've got to want it bad enough to do anything to get it.Take weight loss, for example.A person can't "wish" to be 30, 60 or even 5 pounds thinner. You gotta do the work. It takes looking at your diet and making the best possible choices you can; meal in and meal out. Then there's the dreaded exercise. Even Jillian Michaels says that she hates

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The boys' school district issued the first snow day of the year yesterday. And today, a two hour delay. IN MARCH.I drove to work yesterday morning at 10am in near white-out conditions. And you'd be surprised (or maybe you wouldn't) what purchases people deem necessary during a snowstorm. I was told that the first customer of the day purchased six candy bars. That's it.Believe me, it was not

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I'm looking at things in a whole new light thirty pounds (almost) down. As in, "Gee, so m&m's are forty nine cents this week, huh? I wonder how long I'd have to spend on the treadmill to burn those off?""Pretty close on an hour you say? FORGET IT."Don't get me wrong here; two nights ago I had a bowl of cookies and cream ice cream. That's the first ice cream I'd eaten in 2011. It was good, but it

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Sorry for my absence from blog-land, friends. The last ten days or so have been challenging. But I'm back and aren't you glad?C'mon, admit it. You're glad.I didn't even really stick to a workout schedule in the last week. Amazing how three days off for retreat can morph into a week. Not that I didn't work out at all, cuz I did; I just didn't workout as often or with as much intensity as in

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1. Good Morning! The sun is shining and we're hitting the forties here today! I know, I know, but we'll take it.2. After what seemed like months of suggesting to Jon that he get the den organized and cleaned, I came home last Saturday evening and it was done. He put together the large desk and put the small one up in Caleb's room. Caleb is thrilled and now we can actually leave the door to

Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01751458534779098012noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474315931295437464.post-77732598193767563752011-03-10T07:33:00.004-06:002011-03-10T07:43:00.617-06:00

Like I said, I'm a competitor. I'm also apparently my worst critic, but that's another post.I'm fairly new to my company, so I've been experiencing things for the first time several times over in the last seven months.This month? The "Walk with Walgreens" employee challenge.A challenge, you say? Perfect.Every employee gets a pedometer and I finally got mine yesterday from our district manager.

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Had dinner at Olive Garden with Carrie and the boys last night. Hadn't seen them for about six weeks and if you have or know children, especially babies, you know that lots of changes can occur in just six short weeks. Justin is thinking about walking and Kyle smiles all the time.It was super fun to have dinner with them.And I ordered chicken alfredo pizza, ate only half and one bowl of salad and

Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01751458534779098012noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474315931295437464.post-46117055898352520542011-03-07T07:06:00.006-06:002011-03-07T07:28:12.052-06:00

My husband is in IT and he's always telling people "You wanna back up your work. You will not be happy if you're forced to recreate all your work due to an error on your computer."That's not really an exact quote.I bought a new scale just over two weeks ago. Then two weeks ago today, I stepped on it for the first time and it weighed .4 higher than the scale at my doctor's office.But I didn't

Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01751458534779098012noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474315931295437464.post-18778930075547592562011-03-04T05:00:00.003-06:002011-03-04T05:20:40.625-06:00

1. Good Morning! It's 5:01am and I've been awake for at least the last ninety minutes and already finished a cup of coffee. I feel like I'm channeling my Grandma Nichols this morning; she always got up before the rooster.2. Cranking out the music for retreat; trying to get finished up enough to get a list to my pianist before Monday. I downloaded some sheet music for some great songs and

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I'm a competitor. Not in the way my husband is, where every board game is serious business and losers need not participate.I'm my own worst competition. But I mean that in a good way. You'll see.I awoke this past Saturday morning determined to take a rest day. I'd worked out five days already for the week, my body was kinda sore and as a bonus, I didn't even have to go to work. But as usual,

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Here you have some random observations from the time we spent at Chuck E Cheese aka Germ-a-palooza on Saturday for Caleb's birthday.- Four o'clock is never too early to arrive. Maybe earlier would have been better.- It's not apparently important for a child to be able to walk to enjoy many an activity. If the parent wants to haul said child in and out of the crowds, that is.- The little boy

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** Dad, don't read this post. It's gonna be about boobs. heeheehee**I was always blessed with plenty in the chest growing up. (That kinda rhymed, which is funny to me. Sorry, I closed the store last night and didn't get to bed till super late and I'm totally tired and headed to work again here in a bit. Things are funny this morning. The cat was chasing her tail and I cracked up. Anyway.....

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1. Today is Caleb's ninth birthday. I believe it and yet I don't, all at the same time. When he crawled up into my lap this morning, I commented on how big he's getting and he said "Yeah, Mom, I'm not your baby boy anymore." "Um, yeah you are, you're just not A BABY anymore." He's chosen spaghetti for dinner, no surprise, and then we're going to Chuck E. Cheese tomorrow.2. I'm so tired.

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Dear Albuterol Inhaler,While you're doing a decent job allowing me to breathe while pushing myself on the treadmill, you could step it up a notch. And I'm not really crazy about the jitters you provide for hours afterward, just in case you wondered about that.I mean, do you know how hard it is to check in on my face book friends when my hands won't stop shaking?And just so you know, unlike your

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Good Morning! Just a few things running around in my brain that I thought I'd share.- Matthew did a great job last night at solo/ensemble on TWO class A pieces. His band director played a little trick on him and never told him the trumpet trio piece was a class A, she figured that he'd freak out big time at doing two class A's. She told him when it was all over.-His solo judge was tough but

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You know how easy it can be to make excuses? Excuses to not work out and to not eat the best you can?Friday was the last day I got in a workout. My justification was that I had to work all day Saturday and I'd done weight training on Friday, so I could skip my Saturday workout and things would be okay.Fully intending to wake early Sunday morning and get in a mile before church, when the alarm

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Alternately titled: Never give up.Friends are good, huh? If you're lucky enough to have friends that cheer you on when you do well, you're just that. Lucky.If you're fortunate enough to have friends to talk you out of eating that entire pint of ice cream and just forgetting about this entire process because it's just too hard, you're blessed indeed.I am blessed with such friends.And these

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*yesterday morning, as I was driving into town. IN WISCONSIN. On freakin' FEBRUARY 17th.Come on, Spring!

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Why is it that a piece of equipment can have so much effect on how we feel about ourselves?I'm seeing my family doctor this morning for a checkup. Every time I'm in his office with one of the boys, he says "You know, you really should come in for an appointment." And I say "Yes, Doc, I will" and I leave his office without making an appointment.The last time I saw him for myself, it was actually

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I hope they're always this close.

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I let myself get too hungry last night and then got home late and ate too much for dinner.The positive? I had completed a weight-training workout before going to work yesterday morning. That's good, right?Jon got me a "gift" for Valentines day. He comes in the room and says "I know you're on a diet, but...."The rest of the words were something about calories not counting on Valentines Day.Then he

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Good Monday morning, friends! How was your weekend? Mine went quickly; working all day on Saturday and then the usual Sunday activities helps that. Jon and I did get in our Valentine's date on Sunday afternoon while the boys were occupied with a youth sledding event. It was so nice to have a meal and not have to hear someone whine about not getting to sit by me. :-)This week is extra busy too it

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There is no such thing as a full-length mirror in this house. In fact, I haven't really seen anything from my neck down in a mirror in a couple of years, unless you count seeing my reflection in a store window from time to time and thinking "holy crap!" (sorry, Mom). We had a full-length mirror that I avoided at all cost, but it was one of those cheap $5 ones and it separated from the frame so we

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I have two siblings. I have a brother, Dan, who's nine and a half years younger than I am and a sister, Heather, who was born one day before I turned exactly three and a half.I have pretty distinct memories of Mom being pregnant with Daniel and seeing the first picture ever taken of him and then Mom and Dad bringing him home. I was in third grade and my classmates and I made a banner to welcome

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photo credit hereWell, maybe not if you bleed Black and Gold.But if you bleed GREEN AND GOLD like me, it's a GREAT DAY! The Lombardi Trophy is COMING HOME!!(in case you live under a rock and didn't see ANY television coverage in the last 24 hours. heehee)Brett who???

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1. I caught my reflection in the mirror at work this week, or rather, stopped to look at it, and it sure looks to me like I'm getting smaller. That's making all the time I've spent panting and sweating on the treadmill almost worth it.2. I'm noticing that the better I eat, the better I want to eat. That's amusing to me. I made a run to the grocery store last night after work and I was actually

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You know what happens when you get full of yourself and rock the boat? You just so happen to get the extra hours you asked for, but they're all the crap ones that no one else will do without whining., ie: 4:30- 10pm on a week night and three Saturdays in a row.But sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do. Sometimes you have to be an adult and just deal; rather than "I don't really like this,

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Do you have any idea how important the support of others is on a journey to get healthy?HUGE, I tell you. At least it is for me.I don't own a scale at the moment, so I really have no idea how my workouts are working by the numbers. And maybe I don't really want to know. Maybe this whole "throw out the scale and go by my clothes" thing is something I should have done a long time ago.But while I

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On Saturday, Matthew participated in the Eastern Valley Conference Middle School Honors Band. And not only that, but he sat THIRD CHAIR for the trumpets. We were so proud. For a middle school band, they sounded AWESOME. Honors Choir was there too and that was pretty cool; made me miss choir and those kinds of events.I've learned the secret to getting rid of tempting breakfast leftovers...take it

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I had a different post written for today. I even went so far as to schedule it, then I went to take a shower and thought better of what I had written.Here's take two.I gained most of the fifty pounds I'm trying to get rid of while Mom was taking chemo in 2005. I didn't handle that well at all and it was easier to cuddle up with my best friends Ben and Jerry than deal with emotions I was

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Well, it's happened. I'm scheduled for thirty hours next week and thirty-one the week after. And only one shift in those eight do I get away from the store before 8 pm.Better yet, the last of those eight shifts is a 4:30 to 10pm. Don't I work with enough high school students that need that shift? To be fair, I haven't been scheduled for that shift since before I was hating Halloween, so I

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I work three days a week. Some weeks it's Wed-Fri, as this week is; others it's Wednesday then Saturday and Sunday, like last week.The scheduled week runs Wednesday through Tuesday, just so you're not confused.When I work a Wednesday then Saturday and Sunday week, I often feel a bit like a fish out of water on Saturday mornings. In retail, things change on a very fast pace; endstands and side

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Good Monday morning, my friends! We've cause for celebration around here as the Packers are headed to the Super Bowl and there is no school today and we slept in. Woohoo!Anyway, I thought I'd share a couple recipes with you this morning since it'd been awhile. Quite a while. Sorry about that.First, one we had for dinner last week:Gourmet Pork Chops6 pork chops2 T. floursalt and pepper2.T

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I'm not....listening to that voice in my head that tells me that my fifty pound weight loss goal is too much.But I am....just taking it one day at a time.I'm not....the owner of a standard, evil bathroom scale anymore.But I am.....hoping to be the owner of a Quantum Scale in the spring.I'm not....focused on what I can't eat. At least not presently.But I am....realizing that healthier food choices

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This morning, I found this on my dining room table. Wait, it gets betterGRADUATION??*faint*

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Let me try to condense this for you.I've read Angie Smith's blog, Bring the Rain, for more than a couple of years. She has been such an encouragement to me with her posts and her girls are to die for!She announced that she was taking part in a new project here. Again, a great place to read posts of faith by others, be challenged, be convicted if necessary, be refreshed.A week or so ago, it was

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He was doing so well. That is, until one of his "friends" who thinks everything he does is hilarious was back on the bus morning and night.Then his behavior started to deteriorate. Yelling, hopping from seat to seat, among other things. And again, nothing we could say or do was working.What a vicious cycle.But then one day the boy caught a commercial for chocolate syrup on television. He

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It's been quite an interesting week for this momma.First, as I was cleaning house this week, I discovered a piece of mail from my alma mater on the dining room table. I thought "oh, I can open that later; I'm sure it's not that important. Probably just a solicitation for money to continue to fund the new chapel."You can't imagine my shock when I discovered as I went to open the letter that it was

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In a concentrated effort to get healthy in 2011, I've been using the treadmill. I started out two weeks ago just walking for thirty minutes at 3.3 miles per hour (on average).For the last three workouts, I've run twenty minutes of sprints. First 30 seconds, then forty five, and today one minute. With ninety seconds of walking in between. At 4.4 miles per hour on average. I'm short and have a

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The Simple Woman's DaybookOutside my window...We got more snow last night and the road look slippery.I am thinking...that I need to get started putting together music for retreat.I am thankful for... lunches with friends, even on snowy days!From the kitchen...trying two new recipes in two nights. Last night's was a 75% success; we'll see if tonight's will be better.I am wearing... jeans, a fushia

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Yesterday afternoon, Jon asked me what I wanted for lunch after church. Since I had to work in the mid-afternoon, our choices were sorta limited.We ended up at Subway, which I was totally fine with.But you know what I wanted? I wanted a Spicy Italian sub with provolone cheese, mayo...I'm sure you get the picture.Although I'm sure you know that this weight loss thing is about making changes that I

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Thinking that I'd get a jump on my weight loss for 2011, I started almost two weeks ago with the Slim Fast diet.In quite a few attempts, I've never gotten slim, but I've gotten hungry fast.I almost immediately started getting crabby. Crabby because I'd clock out for my thirty minute lunch and in a matter of eight minutes, I'd be done with my "meal" bar and a twenty ounce diet Coke.But I was

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We inherited a 32-inch television from Jon's boss. He and his wife decided to get a new tv, he asked Jon if we wanted it and apparently we did.Problem? Our current tv stand only held up to a 27 inch tv. That television went upstairs and took the playstation 2 and Band Hero with it. To the playroom. Yay.Additional problem? We can't find a stand that will fit said 32" tv. After what was about

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*flashback 2005

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It's that time again.All the Christmas decorations are back in the basement and I'm looking at my living room wondering how long it's been since it was cleaned.I mean really cleaned.So that's what I set out to do yesterday. And of course, it turned into a much bigger project than I anticipated.Almost three hours kind of big. For one room.I will spare you the gory details and no, I didn't take any

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This isn't gonna get deep because I'm just too tired.Today, I'm still mourning. Mourning the loss of my sister's firstborn girl. Mourning the loss of my niece. Of Sean and Katie and Emily's big sister.Eleven years ago today, Laina Michelle was born too soon. The cause of my sister's preterm labor was later determined to be an undiagnosed, untreated infection.That's hard to take.And you know

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Today the boys and I were supposed to have lunch with Matthew's godmother, Stephanie. But sometimes things come up. So, when we were planning to leave at ten, at 9:15 we found ourselves "all dressed and no place to be".Oops.Well, that did give me time to get some laundry going. Then I decided that since I had been planning to buy the boys lunch anyway, we might as well head into town for

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Two years ago today, everything in the apartment was packed and ready to go.We waited for family and friends to arrive, who had generously donated their time to help us load a truck and drive to the new house.Loading didn't seem to take as long as it had ever taken before for any other move.As we drove out to the new house, it was foggy and starting to get icy.When my in-laws arrived, it was

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We seem to be having a bit of an Everybody loves Raymond moment in this house.The laundry was washed, dried and folded. It was even taken up to the top of the stairs.And there it has sat. Since Monday.I don't know if we've just been too busy or if we're having a battle of wills here. Hopefully, it won't end up like this:

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You know how if you can't say something nice, you shouldn't say anything at all? Well, that goes for the title of this post. Not necessarily the body of the post.You've been warned.The store has been insanely busy the last week or so. I know, I know, the Christmas rush is on. And most people are perfectly pleasant, wish others a "Merry Christmas" and that sort of thing. Those aren't the

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Sunday morning we awoke to several inches of new snow and quite a bit of blowing and drifting. We'd decided late Saturday that we weren't going to even attempt the hour drive to church, especially with it being my weekend to work.Good thing we got a call that services were cancelled; that lessened the guilt.So Sunday morning, Jon broke out the snowblower for the first time of the season, Caleb

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Dear Santa,I walked into the store yesterday and all I could hear was the jingle of the stupid bells that you had around your ankle.For the record, you're way too skinny. You might wanna try some carbs, cheese and ice cream to fatten up. It worked for me.Just so you know, I think that your time is limited in this house. I was already asked why it was that I had to go Christmas shopping. You may

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and I made theseyesterday afternoon. We ate a few and then the rest went into the freezer for Christmas. While the picture makes them look like PlayDoh, I promise they don't taste that way. You can get the recipe here.Then this morning, the same boy informed me that if I got him the two most coveted items from the toy catalog, all I'd have to spend is this: Too smart for his own good.

Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01751458534779098012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474315931295437464.post-23770296750508357792010-12-05T09:47:00.007-06:002010-12-05T10:18:41.646-06:00

The van is on the fritz again. One minor thing started happening as soon as the weather got cold, then Wednesday morning on my way to work the "check engine" light came on. Jon took it next door to the auto part store to get a diagnosis and TWO codes came back, both transmission related.It's still "under warranty" for what that's worth, so it goes in tomorrow morning and is supposed to be done

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The news was on as the boys were getting ready for school this morning. During a commercial break, the "solar system" Jimmy Dean commercial came on.From the dining room, C pipes up "Mom, why are all the other guys going around the sun guy?""Haven't you learned anything about the solar system? All the planets revolve around the sun." I told him.Grinning from ear to ear, M quips, "That's because

Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01751458534779098012noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474315931295437464.post-53806788410544337102010-11-24T18:03:00.005-06:002010-11-24T18:35:22.525-06:00

I thought I'd link up for the ABC's of Thanks on this snowy Thanksgiving Eve eve. a) Animals. As family pets. b) books. I always love having new books to readc) coffee creamer. I look forward to the abundance of new seasonal flavors this time of yeard) Diet Coke. Enough saide) examples. My Mom and Dad for sure.f) friends. I don't know what I'd do without mineg) gravy. Goes great with mashed

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and I'd say for the most part were successful at getting a great pic of the boys for the Christmas card this year.Getting a picture of Jon and I was another story entirely.We started out with M taking it and there were many problems. Not the least of which being that we were indoors so the lighting was awful. Then there's the added issue of Jon wearing the same color as the background; even

Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01751458534779098012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474315931295437464.post-85993464372020828372010-11-12T07:00:00.003-06:002010-11-12T10:34:53.763-06:00

I came home from work last night to discover that M was telling C that he needed to stay upstairs. When I asked what was going on, M told me that C hadn't been staying seated on the bus in the afternoon.Um, okay. Where's the problem? Right here.When M told C that he needed to spend some time upstairs, C's response was quite abnormal and VERY unacceptable.It involved the word that starts with the

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My mom always said "you don't know if you don't ask". And that has come in handy for me several times over the last couple of months at work. If I'm doing something new and ask about procedure or policy or whatnot, most everyone is happy to give me the information that I seek.It helps me to know.But there are cases where it's better not to know. And it serves me right if I asked because I

Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01751458534779098012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474315931295437464.post-63542029299239734442010-11-03T07:53:00.006-05:002010-11-03T08:17:12.988-05:00

To tell you that we had a wonderful weekend celebrating our anniversary wouldn't cut it. Not even close. We went to the museum, visited a beautiful park and a furniture store all on the same day and there were no little voices saying "are we done yet? I'm tired" Or hungry or whatever the case may be.Blissful.And it's really too bad that we still have too many bills and not enough money because I

Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01751458534779098012noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474315931295437464.post-690828027198579372010-10-27T07:39:00.004-05:002010-10-27T07:43:49.289-05:00

*there's a story here...and you'll hear it, I promise.

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Today it's pouring rain. Today is "Red Ribbon Week" at the elementary school. Today was "dress like what you want to be when you grow up" day so Caleb went to school as a "crazy scientist".Today, I'm waiting for the plumber. Today, I'm hoping that the bill from the plumber won't put the finances behind for the rest of the year. Today, I've been told that the plumber will arrive "this morning"

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