King and Queen

Trying to figure out what this blog post is about?  I'll give you a hint, sike, I will just tell you.

BURGER KING and DAIRY QUEEN

Yes, in the same day!

I had to sub a half day today, and I was hungry.  In fact, I have been hungry since I ran that 10 K on Saturday morning.  Not my normal, I want junk food, hungry.  I mean, I am craving a fatty steak, burger, or an extra meaty and extra cheesy burrito, hungry. (And before you ask, NO, I am NOT prego!) And I am not counting calories, either, I am just hungry.

Saturday afternoon, and Sunday morning pass me by and although I ate every meal, plus snacks, my insatiable hunger had not subsided.  Left overs Sunday night, eggs Monday morning, sandwich and pizza Monday afternoon and evening, but I was still craving something.

I walked into my principal's office, just chatting it up with her and another friend, and I decided I wanted a greasy, full of fat and probably toxins, burger.  Prior to going home, I went to Burger King and ordered a California Whopper Jr.  I think that just might have become my new favorite burger. The guac and bacon and cheese are delightful!  Yummmmmmmmmm

My mom babysat today, so she made dinner, that I didn't particularly care for, so I didn't eat seconds. I did, however, remember my baby daddy (my husband for you lay folk), try to threaten my son by not allowing him the ice cream he was promised if he didn't behave. Oh yeah!  The hubby went off to soccer practice, and I scooped up (pun intended) the kids and took them to Dairy Queen.

It was a great idea, at the time, until moments after consuming a large small kiddie cone, he was face to face with kids on the playground. We only got about 30 minutes of playtime in before it was time to go home because Big Boy was out of control. So we left, came home, and the tenants unleashed their kids to wreak havoc on my house.  I said 30 minutes. It was only 20 before they had to go downstairs because someone was screaming bloody murder due to an ankle and eye injury.  I felt bad for the kid, (I actually like this particular one) but I can't say I was upset that playtime was over.

After having BK and DQ in the same day, I think I will eat healthy tomorrow.  HAHHAHAHAHA!

I can't stand it anymore

I am in a bad mood, so I apologize in advance.... so away we go.

I woke up after only having 6 1/2 hours of sleep last night, ready for ANOTHER 10 K.  My youngest was awake before I left, and my significant other wasn't trying to wake up.  I waited til I HAD to leave, dropped my son off on the bed next to his daddy, and ran away before he could chase after me while having a tantrum.

I showed up to the "race" with two thoughts- 1- I wanted to finish without walking, and 2- beat my time from the last time I did it. Number 1- fail. I had to walk twice, for a very brief moment of time, but 2- success! I shaved two minutes off of my time!

I came home to my little one yelling "mamma," with a big snaggle tooth smile, and my big guy was glued to an angry birds game with his dad. After eating lunch, yes, at 10:35 am, and putting my little one to bed, I finally showered. Thank goodness, my smell was even offending me.

A couple hours, and a few knocks on the door later, I decide to rearrange the toy room, for the 4th time in two years.  I guess I can't leave well enough alone! In the process of doing so, the shoddy bookshelf falls apart. Now, a simple rearranging of furniture has become a big undertaking involving heavy books, broken cases, and insufficient storage space for toys.  Grrr...

The boys had been cooped up in the house all day by this point, so I took them outside to play.  Five minutes later, running full speed, comes the son of the tenant's son's girlfriend.  You got that? (We will call him the "friend" for now.) There is no parental/guardian/caretaker unit of his to be found.  Umm... I guess I'm watching over him.  There is one problem.  THIS BOY DOESN'T LISTEN. It's bad enough that I have to constantly keep my attention in two places at one time- making sure one kid doesn't fall off of the big wheel, and the other doesn't ride his bike in the street.  Now on top of it, I have to watch a child who ignores or doesn't understand rules and boundaries.

Here is an example- I just found out that the new anti-social neighbors are anti-social for a good reason!  They have a set of twins who will be two next month, and one doesn't walk or talk, and a small baby- only five months old. (Now I feel kinda bad for being upset that they didn't answer their door when we came over, twice.) The handicapped little boy was sitting on a toy rocket- made for kids under 30 pounds.  The "friend" (who is 5 1/2) sat on the rocket, twice, after my telling him no, and pressed the keys every chance he got.  He almost hit the handicapped square in the head with the big wheel (which is also made for someone under 30 pounds), and DID run over his foot.  I've had enough, but I keep my composure and say its time to go in.  My big boy asks if the "friend" can play inside, and I say sure. UGH!

So now we are back inside, but there are books in the living room and the toy room.  Now, I am not saying my son is innocent, but when he plays with the "friend," he acts, and talks, like the "friend," who is speech delayed, but his mom has never had him tested. He randomly asks for a popsicle, and juice, and a treat.  I politely tell him to go ask his mom, or mom's boyfriend, or mom's boyfriend's mom for a snack and drink.  I always give big boy's friends snacks if they are over here, but this kid comes up three times a week and asks for things.

Now comes the screaming.  Remember, I am already in a bad mood and hungry, nothing I eat is satisfying my hunger, and my body hurts.  So they, yes my son and his "friend" start screaming- every time they run past each other, every time they jump from couch to coffee table, every time they walk on lounge chairs and couch arms. And every time, I politely say "no screaming," or "please don't scream." Then, they scream some more. And the "friend" screeches as he goes up the stairs- which he has been told 115 times not to go up the stairs, and even got sent downstairs a couple nights ago because he couldn't follow that simple rule.

So as I am writing this, in all this commotion, and my little guy throwing a tantrum because I took away my cell phone from him, my big boy comes in crying saying "he punched me right in my eye." I asked him if he did it, he said sorry, and I discussed it with him in front of the stairs so the tenants could hear, then I told him it was time for Collin to eat, and he had to go downstairs.  My big boy starts crying and the "friend" starts crying.  He reluctantly goes downstairs and I actually hear his mom.  In two hours he has been in my care, and that's the first I have heard from her. Might that be a reason he acts the way he does?

I'm still hungry, my body still hurts, and I still want ice cream.  Dairy Queen, anyone?!

It's been a long time

It's been a long time
Glad to see your face
I knew we'd meet again
Another time, another place!

OK- well it hasn't been that long, but I feel like every time I sit down to blog, I have other things that need to get done.  The other things are usually resting, watching TV, or facebooking.  My husband says I'm addicted to facebook, and although its not a full blown addiction, I would agree that I have a slight problem.  I get updates on my phone, and it's so easy to just hit reply, and keep the conversation going!

Also on my phone, I have the Endomondo fitness tracker.  It uses GPS to get your location, to calculate your distance, duration, pace, and approximate calories burned.  I love it, because I can listen to music, and it chimes in and stops Katy Perry right in her tracks to tell me, in an English, female, robotic voice, "2 miles in 20 minutes 12 seconds, lap time 10 minutes 6 seconds" and then Katy continues, or Kesha, or GaGa, or Shania, or Beastie Boys, or even Journey (yeah, I like a lot of genre's of music.)

I noticed several weeks ago, after a long run, on a really hot day, that there was something really wrong with my phone.  After my run was over, I took the headphones out, and the icon started flashing at me.  My phone was so confused! I couldn't figure out what was wrong til I took off the back cover and there was- we'll call it moisture- all over the battery. I took it apart, wiped everything dry, pieced it all back together, and it started to work again. From then on, I started to put a washcloth, or paper towel, between my arm and the armband, as to catch any extra moisture, before my phone got wet.  (OK- We all know that I am a sweat-er, and that I sweat buckets while running, so this moisture I speak of, is a down right downpour of sweat!  It's really nasty, actually!)

Today, I left my house around 7:25, that's AM bloggy world, to meet some friends before heading up to Burke Lake Park to run the trail.  I remembered my clif bar, water, extra t-shirt, purse, phone, headphones, arm band, and I even set out breakfast for my kids so the babysitters didn't have to do it!  What I didn't remember, was a wash cloth or paper towel.  Once I remembered, it really wasn't that big of a deal because we were running in the shade, and it was a cooler morning than usual.

Although I wasn't going too terribly fast, it was a great run and I didn't feel like stopping, until we got lost and had no idea how to get back to our cars, and had to change directions twice.  I started walking about a 1/4 mile before we found our car and our friends, and at that time I took my armband off. The phone came out of the case, and I unplugged the headphones, and lo and behold, the icon was flashing at me again.  I disassembled it, wiped it all off, put it back together, turned it back on, and immediately checked facebook.  I didn't want to miss anything in the hour I was running and stretching- that would be tragic, you know! I tried to respond to a message, and every time I pressed the n, an h would go in its place, and every 3rd letter would show up.  This is creating big problems for my internet social life.

I took everything apart- AGAIN- and put it back together- AGAIN, and it still didn't work.  So now, my phone is sitting in a container of rice.  Hopefully this time it will work, otherwise I will have to find a game other than bubble buster to play in my spare time. Maybe I'll go clean my house? Nah, let's see what's on TV!