Not really life altering, but blog altering. So there I was thinking of ways to improve my blog and make it more user friendly for my readers and me. I thought I would sort my blogs by topics. GREAT IDEA! *crowd cheers* Guess what though? Blogspot/Blogger doesn't have the capacity to do that. You can create pages...and I did. But then I realized that they are static. Meaning I can have one entry on it, not multiple entries like you can on the home page. Lovely!
Now my options are to continue as is, after I invested all the time and effort in making my blog feel right. OR I can uproot my blog and move it to another hosting site. Which means re-doing the entire blog and it not looking the same. Not feeling the same.... basically PCS-ing my blog for you military folks. You know how long it takes to settle in after a PCS (Permanent Change of Station). Sheeshhh....it will take me that long to settle in after a BCS (blog change of station).
Uggh... its frustrating, and I am at a loss. Of course the more I post on here, the more I am going to want to just leave it here. Figures.
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Monday, January 23, 2012
Renaming the Blog
So I feel like I need to rename my blog. Not because I don't like the name but more because I feel like it narrowly defines who and what I am about. Yes I am a mom, and damned proud of that! However, it isn't the only thing I am about, and having a blog name that has the word Mom in it seems so narrow. Am I wrong? Am I over thinking this? Its not like a have hundreds of followers. Hell I just hit double digits and I think I am subscribed to my own blog. Pathetic. Either way I want to rename it. I have a few ideas that I am tossing around.... let's see what comes of it.
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Just the two of us
The past couple of days I had the opportunity to spend some quality time with my hubby, just the two of us. From Sunday through Thursday I was a traveling woman, doing the "us" thing in two European cities. Yup... I'm a lucky girl!
Although hubby finds himself in a less than hospitable environment, he had the opportunity to leave it for a week and go on business elsewhere. Of course when I got the "hey wanna meet me in London & Brussels for a few days" call, I jumped on the first flight there. It didn't take me long to find a flight, and make arrangements for the kids to stay with friends. Look Ma' no kids time.
See we missed our anniversary due to this deployment and so was to be our getaway. After all, we deserve it and after being together for 12+ years, we still enjoy each other's company and that is ALWAYS something to be thankful of in this disposable Kardashian marriage era. Actually as of today I have been married 56.13 Kardashians which is HUGE! So I got my Ryan Air tickets (Euro Southwest), and I was up up and away!
London was fabulous! It was both our first times there and we walked our feet and legs down to nubs. We saw all the sites and walked what felt like the entire city. The best part? Just being with my best friend and enjoying the company of us. I love my kids, I do, however there is so much to be said about just being with your spouse in the quiet company of a walk down the Thames. I enjoyed OUR time together.
We took pictures, talked, rode the tube, had beer and food and just spent time together with no interruptions, no worries, no kids to pick up or feed, no homework to get done. Brussels was another nice city, and although I didn't enjoy it as much as London, we still enjoyed the "us" time together.
We even got to be silly together. We have this relatively new tradition thanks to iphoneography and the Other Guys movie: the faceback picture. I am a fairly new convert to Apple....although my hubby now says I am an Apple wh*re, I just came into my Apple-ness. iPhones have the marvelous feature of taking your own photo while being able to look at the screen and see yourself. So we took loads of faceback shots in front of many different monuments, sites and random places. It's our thing now since we have been traveling Europe so much. We have an "our thing" and that made the time together that much more special.
I love my husband, and what's even better is that I enjoy his company and I LIKE him. I miss him when he is gone and sometimes he drives me bonkers when he is here. No matter what I am grateful that I was able to spend this very special time with him which only served to strengthen our bond. He is my best friend and I wouldn't have it any other way.
Although hubby finds himself in a less than hospitable environment, he had the opportunity to leave it for a week and go on business elsewhere. Of course when I got the "hey wanna meet me in London & Brussels for a few days" call, I jumped on the first flight there. It didn't take me long to find a flight, and make arrangements for the kids to stay with friends. Look Ma' no kids time.
See we missed our anniversary due to this deployment and so was to be our getaway. After all, we deserve it and after being together for 12+ years, we still enjoy each other's company and that is ALWAYS something to be thankful of in this disposable Kardashian marriage era. Actually as of today I have been married 56.13 Kardashians which is HUGE! So I got my Ryan Air tickets (Euro Southwest), and I was up up and away!
London was fabulous! It was both our first times there and we walked our feet and legs down to nubs. We saw all the sites and walked what felt like the entire city. The best part? Just being with my best friend and enjoying the company of us. I love my kids, I do, however there is so much to be said about just being with your spouse in the quiet company of a walk down the Thames. I enjoyed OUR time together.
We took pictures, talked, rode the tube, had beer and food and just spent time together with no interruptions, no worries, no kids to pick up or feed, no homework to get done. Brussels was another nice city, and although I didn't enjoy it as much as London, we still enjoyed the "us" time together.
We even got to be silly together. We have this relatively new tradition thanks to iphoneography and the Other Guys movie: the faceback picture. I am a fairly new convert to Apple....although my hubby now says I am an Apple wh*re, I just came into my Apple-ness. iPhones have the marvelous feature of taking your own photo while being able to look at the screen and see yourself. So we took loads of faceback shots in front of many different monuments, sites and random places. It's our thing now since we have been traveling Europe so much. We have an "our thing" and that made the time together that much more special.
I love my husband, and what's even better is that I enjoy his company and I LIKE him. I miss him when he is gone and sometimes he drives me bonkers when he is here. No matter what I am grateful that I was able to spend this very special time with him which only served to strengthen our bond. He is my best friend and I wouldn't have it any other way.
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Biggest Loser Challenge
Yup so in addition to this workout getting fit plan, I have joined two of my friends in the Biggest Loser Challenge they are sponsoring at the Air Force Fitness Center here on Ramstein AB. So yesterday was our scheduled weigh-in/measurement taking. As my husband always says "the numbers don't lie." Well the story they were telling yesterday was a story of too much indulging and too little exercise. The story isn't what I'm worried about, its the perspective of the story. Let me explain.
So when we arrive to get measured there are two women doing the weigh-in and measurements. Both pleasant and seemingly knowledgeable....great! So as we go through the process, I get on the scale. Luck would have it that it didn't break and my weight was right where I expected it to be...in the mid 180s heavy. Then she hands me this thing-y that looks like a PS3 controller. She tells me to grip it and it will tell her my BMI. Wait a minute? You mean to tell me a controller is going to tell you how much fat is in my body. I've played PS3 before and it has never told me I'm fat. But ok... I grip it and hold for a about a minute and then she plucks it from my hands and scribbles down the numbers. Do you think she tells me what they are? Or explains anything...nope. I saw something in upper 20s. I'll assume that when dealing with weight and health high numbers- bad, low numbers- good.
Now comes the fun part: tape measurements. That's what I want! I large pink tape measure wrapped around my mid-section. Did I mention it has numbers on it? She measures my neck. Sweet. Never tells me my measurements. I forget to look. She measures my waist. I lean over to see what she writes. it was in the 30s. Again....doesn't seem like a good number, but at least it was lower than my age which is 37. Then my hips. This is where I have major issues. She doesn't measure at my hip bone. She measures around my a$$! Really??? Do you think I have a shot of winning ANYTHING now? That of course was in the 40s. UGH!
As if the numbers aren't bad enough, they proceed to take pictures of your fat self. "So you can see the progress." Thanks for nothing. First shot is head on while you hold out a number. The next is a profile/mug shot with this number held out to the side. I am convict 382. That's my contestant number. Uggh...fat pictures. Don't I have enough of those already?
So what do we next? Do we get on the treadmills? Do we try twenty minutes on the elliptical? How about a cardio class? Nah! We leave the gym and shoot the breeze outside the gym. Where one of those measuring ladies walks out and smiles and waves at us. Twenty minutes later she returns to find us still talking outside the gym and says to us quite pompously: "you could have walked 4 laps in the time you stood here gabbing, ladies." As if I didn't know I needed to exercise, now the Weights and Measures Police is going to shame me into exercising. I felt like I had gotten caught smoking in the girls restroom by my teacher. The nerve of some people! We did exercise later that afternoon. Not because she shamed us, but because we had it planned all along.
Either way....its week two of this new me and while she is tired and pooped more often, she is also learning to do more for herself and enjoying the workouts. Today I have to sub so I am missing yoga with my girls, but tomorrow is a new day. And I will get some exercise in.... if it kills me. Between the crappy numbers/measuring and shameful instructors, it just might.
So when we arrive to get measured there are two women doing the weigh-in and measurements. Both pleasant and seemingly knowledgeable....great! So as we go through the process, I get on the scale. Luck would have it that it didn't break and my weight was right where I expected it to be...in the mid 180s heavy. Then she hands me this thing-y that looks like a PS3 controller. She tells me to grip it and it will tell her my BMI. Wait a minute? You mean to tell me a controller is going to tell you how much fat is in my body. I've played PS3 before and it has never told me I'm fat. But ok... I grip it and hold for a about a minute and then she plucks it from my hands and scribbles down the numbers. Do you think she tells me what they are? Or explains anything...nope. I saw something in upper 20s. I'll assume that when dealing with weight and health high numbers- bad, low numbers- good.
Now comes the fun part: tape measurements. That's what I want! I large pink tape measure wrapped around my mid-section. Did I mention it has numbers on it? She measures my neck. Sweet. Never tells me my measurements. I forget to look. She measures my waist. I lean over to see what she writes. it was in the 30s. Again....doesn't seem like a good number, but at least it was lower than my age which is 37. Then my hips. This is where I have major issues. She doesn't measure at my hip bone. She measures around my a$$! Really??? Do you think I have a shot of winning ANYTHING now? That of course was in the 40s. UGH!
As if the numbers aren't bad enough, they proceed to take pictures of your fat self. "So you can see the progress." Thanks for nothing. First shot is head on while you hold out a number. The next is a profile/mug shot with this number held out to the side. I am convict 382. That's my contestant number. Uggh...fat pictures. Don't I have enough of those already?
So what do we next? Do we get on the treadmills? Do we try twenty minutes on the elliptical? How about a cardio class? Nah! We leave the gym and shoot the breeze outside the gym. Where one of those measuring ladies walks out and smiles and waves at us. Twenty minutes later she returns to find us still talking outside the gym and says to us quite pompously: "you could have walked 4 laps in the time you stood here gabbing, ladies." As if I didn't know I needed to exercise, now the Weights and Measures Police is going to shame me into exercising. I felt like I had gotten caught smoking in the girls restroom by my teacher. The nerve of some people! We did exercise later that afternoon. Not because she shamed us, but because we had it planned all along.
Either way....its week two of this new me and while she is tired and pooped more often, she is also learning to do more for herself and enjoying the workouts. Today I have to sub so I am missing yoga with my girls, but tomorrow is a new day. And I will get some exercise in.... if it kills me. Between the crappy numbers/measuring and shameful instructors, it just might.
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