The real problem is that I'm so effing busy doing it all that I don't have time to get on and talk about all the shit I'm doing! I think about writing and running away mentally via my blog every single day as I sit here surrounded by the sounds of a toddler playing 30 car pile up in the corner, the dog licking his swollen anal glands in the middle of the floor and the newly walking one year old that speaks pterodactyl.
I do not lie when I tell you I've been doing it all either. I threw that fabulous Super Bowl Party and reminded those that lived with me that if it was not for my Seattle Seahawks that we wouldn't be doing this. The only unfortunate part was that I was so busy hosting the party that I was missing all the touchdowns and points scored. We both know that we're not talking about the Broncos either... We all know it was quite possibly the most boring Super Bowl we've ever watched... I still have yet to contact my friend's husband in Denver to discuss the outcome. His son was born on the day of super bowl and they did NOT name him Peyton.
So after that great NW snow storm hit (I know it hit everywhere, but here we cancel everything here) It was then that I found myself in a marathon of Extreme Couponing and deciding that I spend wayyyyy too much money on food that is gone before the next week's grocery trip. I'd had it. I also had nothing else to do since there was so much snow on the ground that the Chief wasn't working, so I started clipping and researching on how I was going to save my family money and start a stock pile!
It didn't take me long to realize that these people were buying mustard, candy, and totally unhealthy shit that don't make regular appearances in this house (who really needs 100 bottles of mustard!?) but I did get a pretty good stock start on cereal, pasta and sauces. I totally clip every week now when I didn't before and shop at stores that I never realized provided a deal. I find myself standing in checkout lines seeing people pay full price for something that has a coupon, or that I know is half the price at the other major store chain up the street and want to say, "Hey lady! Don't buy that here!" But I'm not that girl... While I'm outspoken I've learned when it's worth my time (and most people at the grocery store are NOT)
After my whole crazy couponing phase I planned to participate in a 21 day hot yoga challenge at the studio I practice at www.vancouverbikramyoga.com/. My 30th birthday is coming this spring and I always told myself I wanted to be at my personal best as far as physical fitness and after my post pardum depression it has become my prescription for emotional, mental and spiritual stability. (along with emergency xanax)
After setting up arrangements with the Chief and other family members to help with the offspring I started March 1st attending daily classes. Like I said before... I tend to not finish anything I start! I told myself I'd make it even if it included a few doubles (2 classes a day), but on day #11 as I was walking out the door at the last minute my oldest, who had decided to down some vase water earlier stood up and puked all over the dining room floor. Sweet.
The Chief had already been working 60-70hrs a week + battling 'Walking Pneumonia', but he had come home everyday during my challenge to dinner ready and me walking out the door. I felt amazing, exhausted and my body was transforming, but after day #11 I had to stop. All the puking had taken its toll on me, we had a beach trip that weekend and like I said, I never finish anything anyway.
When it came down to it on the long drive to the coast I reminded myself that I was capable of challenging myself to doing multiple days of hot yoga in a row at anytime; I don't need a poster advertising free stuff for participating to commit myself, but I was never really a leader. I'm not a follower either, I fall somewhere inbetween. I think that's why I start so much and never finish it.
We're currently on the 26th of March, the challenge completed itself 5 days ago and I did not, my offspring are officially on Amoxicillin to kill off whatever they have continued to battle and the lack of the hot room has made it so I'm intaking all their crud and feeling the sickness myself.
After my whole crazy couponing phase I planned to participate in a 21 day hot yoga challenge at the studio I practice at www.vancouverbikramyoga.com/. My 30th birthday is coming this spring and I always told myself I wanted to be at my personal best as far as physical fitness and after my post pardum depression it has become my prescription for emotional, mental and spiritual stability. (along with emergency xanax)
After setting up arrangements with the Chief and other family members to help with the offspring I started March 1st attending daily classes. Like I said before... I tend to not finish anything I start! I told myself I'd make it even if it included a few doubles (2 classes a day), but on day #11 as I was walking out the door at the last minute my oldest, who had decided to down some vase water earlier stood up and puked all over the dining room floor. Sweet.
The Chief had already been working 60-70hrs a week + battling 'Walking Pneumonia', but he had come home everyday during my challenge to dinner ready and me walking out the door. I felt amazing, exhausted and my body was transforming, but after day #11 I had to stop. All the puking had taken its toll on me, we had a beach trip that weekend and like I said, I never finish anything anyway.
When it came down to it on the long drive to the coast I reminded myself that I was capable of challenging myself to doing multiple days of hot yoga in a row at anytime; I don't need a poster advertising free stuff for participating to commit myself, but I was never really a leader. I'm not a follower either, I fall somewhere inbetween. I think that's why I start so much and never finish it.
We're currently on the 26th of March, the challenge completed itself 5 days ago and I did not, my offspring are officially on Amoxicillin to kill off whatever they have continued to battle and the lack of the hot room has made it so I'm intaking all their crud and feeling the sickness myself.
My new focus is getting my shit together before May, I keep my goals short term since (again) I can't finish anything I start. By that I mean getting my ass back in the hot room, getting myself out of the depression and anxiety I succumbed to again and figuring out what I'm going to do when with my life.
Clearly that's a whole other entry to share and because I canceled our Internet out of anger before the new one was installed I'm writing via cell phone and my wrists hurt. By the way, because I never finish anything I start, today is March 29th. You're welcome.
