Thursday, October 27, 2011

What do you DO all day?

I was the first out of my friends to have a child. I was a very young 21 when Seth blessed my life. Parenthood has changed me in so many ways. One of the things I still have a hard time with to this day is the loss of friendships once kids are in the picture. I lost quite a few. As the years have gone on, friends have come and gone and the ones I lost are now starting to have children themselves. I can only hope that they might look back on how they acted towards me and say, "Oh. I get it now." Someone posted this article, and I had to share because it speaks the truth.

Obesity

It's no secret that I struggle with my weight. I never used to have issues losing weight or staying thin. However, during my engagement to my husband, I was plagued with a malfunctioning gall bladder and lost about 25 pounds because I could not eat anything without pain. I lived on jello and chicken broth. Once the gall bladder came out, I gained that weight back and then some because I went nuts eating. Then I got pregnant with Stella. Since she was born, I have gone up and down, but mostly up. I have never gotten back down to my previous weight. At this point in time, I am 40 pounds higher than I should be.

At work, we had a health assessment to get a discount on our insurance premium. They weigh you, take your blood pressure and cholesterol, put the results in some program and then assess you points based on their findings. According to my BMI, I land in the extreme obesity category. I know I am overweight. But extremely obese? That's pretty harsh.

This morning I received a text from my mother. It said, "Daddy said to tell you that if 40 lbs over is extremely obese, at least you are in good company. He is too and he thinks he is very handsome so that makes you fabulous."

BEST. TEXT. EVER.

Thanks Daddy!!!

And then I got to work, sat down and started working. My chair broke. Yep, it broke. I am totally not even kidding. It broke and I almost fell on my ass. And I thought, damn, maybe I am extremely obese.

But, you know what? It's ok. One day, I'll get to the weight I really want to be. Maybe not tomorrow and maybe not this month, but I'll get there. In the meantime, I think I need to learn to start loving myself again. I have to tell myself that my body produced two beautiful 10 pound children. Every day, I give my all to being everything to everyone. I am a good person. These things matter more than my weight.

My good friend told me I have the body of the Goddess. She even googled them and sent me pictures of them and said that a long time ago, a woman with my body would be worshiped and seen as an ideal bearer of children. This is why my friends are my friends and my parents rock. They always know how to make me feel better when I'm down.

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Little Rangers

My son joined a team called the Rangers last summer for a tournament. He plays short stop and he does a great job in that position. He stayed with the team for the fall season and we plan to stick with the team for as long as they'll have us because they ROCK!!! Seth is so happy with these kids and I love them all and the coach and assistant coaches are absolutely awesome!

This past weekend, we went to a tournament and despite some difficulties in the other recent tournaments, we managed to get 2nd place at this one and qualified for a World Series tournament next summer. The boys have been working SO hard on their defense and it really shows. They played absolutely amazing this weekend and I  have never been much of a yeller or a screamer, but I will admit I scream my heart out at these games. I jump up and down and I clap until my hands hurt and I get nervous when it's close. I absolutely love watching my son and his team play and I get so excited for every boy. They are amazing kids.

I have heard a lot of people say that baseball is boring recently. Our Texas Rangers are in the World Series so more people are paying attention. I love baseball. I never got into football, but baseball is the best. I don't see how anyone can find it boring. But I especially think that it is impossible for it to be boring at the level my son is playing. It is pretty action packed when the teams are good. I love it. I am passionate about it and I am beyond proud of my son's natural talent and his perseverance to get better. He practices ALL the time. He lives for baseball.

Here is a video one of the dads made of the last two games we played in the tournament. It's pretty awesome. Seth was wearing #8.




Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Chicken Fajitas Please

So, if you know me, you know I love me some mexican food. Yummy!

The other day, I left home without making my lunch and had to venture out for lunch during the work day. I decided some fajitas would be great, so I pulled into the Taco Cabana drive thru. They have a personal chicken fajitas skillet that I enjoy.

After the standard "Welcome to Taco Cabana" greeting I was left in silence. Finally the girl mumbled almost inaudibly, "Order when you're ready."

This is the conversation that followed:

Me: I would like the personal sized chicken fajitas with no beans, please.

Silence, lasting like a whole 30 long seconds and then...

Her: Chicken Fajitas...what?

Me: Um. Chicken Fajitas. With no beans. Exactly what I said.

Her: But chicken fajitas what? Chicken Fajita tacos? Chicken Fajita Quesadilla?

At this point, I realize I'm dealing with a real winner so I decided to stick to my guns.

Me: Um, no. Chicken Fajitas. Period. Like I said. Personal sized, with no beans.

Her: But there are several fajita options on the menu. Do you want tacos? Do you want a pound of fajitas?

Me: *HEAVY SIGH* No. I don't want tacos. I want fajitas. I said this. Do you no longer have the personal fajita skillet?

Her: Ok, pull around.

After rolling my eyes, I pull up to the window. And then she starts calling me Hun. Oh good lord, why did she have to do that? I hate it when people call me hun, honey, sweetie, or any other pet name like that. I am not your sweetie. I am a random stranger that means nothing to you. Please do not insult me with your weird niceties. UGH. Anyway...

Her: That'll be whatever the amount was.

Then she says: Hun, when you say chicken fajitas, no one knows what you're talking about.

Me: Are you kidding me? You aren't serious right now. If someone asks for chicken fajitas, naturally I assume they want CHICKEN FAJITAS!!! I mean, it's on the menu. If I wanted chicken fajita tacos, I would have said so.

Her: Well, hun, we didn't know what you meant.

I just looked at her completely stunned. I mean, I'm pretty sure I'm not a complete moron. I am pretty sure when I eat at any tex mex restaurant and I order the chicken fajitas, the waiter brings me the chicken fajitas!! WTH!!

She gives me my food and has the audacity to tell me to have a good day HUN. UGH.

The best part? They gave me beef fajitas. The jerks.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

My Family

We had a parent teacher conference on Monday with Seth's teacher. He is doing very well in 2nd grade. She had nothing but wonderful news with regard to his grades, skills, and behavior. Yay! She also gave us a sample of his writing. She asked the kids to write about their family and she intended to use that to show parents where our kids' writing skills are at currently. Here is what Seth wrote.

Wow. I'm so glad the teacher thinks we sleep and play on Facebook all day. That's pretty awesome parenting!

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

F*** You Mom!!



A glimpse into the future or a random coincidence? I suppose this remains to be seen.

Out of the Park!!!

Over the weekend, Seth's team went to a AA tournament. On Saturday morning, we played a game that we ended up losing, but my wonderful kiddo helped to get the 2 points we got.

There was one runner on base, and Seth was up to bat. He had two strikes. I really thought he was going to strike out. And then, the pitch came in and PING!!! He hit the ball. It went up in the air and I  thought it was going to be foul. But it wasn't. And it went over the fence. OVER THE FENCE!!!!

My 8 year old baby boy hit a homerun out of the park!!! He ran the bases and all the boys ran out of the dugout to greet him at home plate. I, of course, ran over to the dugout to meet him and he was blushing, looking very embarrassed.

My son doesn't care to be the center of attention. If you know him well, you probably would never believe this, but he is really very shy. I stuck my fingers through the fence for a high five and he gave me a tiny little smile, which he immediately covered with his hand in order to hide it and then gave me one little finger. This is his new way of giving a high five. He points his finger and you are supposed to touch his finger with your finger. It's kind of like a fist bump, except with just one finger.

I love that boy. He rocks my socks off every day!