Monday, April 30, 2007
So, back to bulimia. I've been sitting here doing nothing in particular on-line. Spending money that I really shouldn't at Deseret Book online and pigging out on M&Ms. I feel all yucky in my tummy now. I always do when I eat junk food. I admit that it is tempting, sometimes really tempting to go and barf it up. I'd probably feel better. I have never made myself throw up, and I've promised myself that I never will. I kind of know that if I did it once, I'd have a real problem with it. It would start out once in a blue moon, just to not feel like I'm feeling right now. (Which is YUCKY!) But before I knew it, I'd be doing it more and more often, until it was an everyday thing. I know better than to get started, so PLEASE don't worry about me. I really do have enough sense not to do it. But sometimes I feel really tempted.
Well, the reason for me posting this is that I just had a light bulb moment. I was lying in bed, trying to fall asleep, and wishing that I hadn't eaten those darned M&Ms, and so wanting to barf! But, I said to myself "That's just not something that I want to start." Then I realized bulimia is a two fold disorder: binging and purging. I had already done the binging. That's the part I don't want to start! That's the part that I need to work on controlling! If I can work on telling myself "That's just not something that I want to start." a little bit earlier, I won't ever have to feel this way again! I'm halfway bulimic already, I do the binging, I just don't purge. Binging is a very unhealthy thing too, that's why I'm feeling so yucky right now! No, I'm not saying that I might as well purge, in case anyone is thinking that's where I'm going with this. It's about not getting to the point where I want to purge. Not nipping the problem in the bud, as I have been doing-- but pulling the roots right out of the ground! Do you follow?
Alright, I need to try to get some sleep. I wonder if this will seem like a really stupid post when I'm not so tired! See you!
Sunday, April 29, 2007
Well, we didn't see many animals, but we did have a good time. Next time we go, we'll have to make sure that we actually see the animals.
Okay, here's the hippo story: We were at this playground a few years ago. I was hiding inside the hippo's mouth. I was all scrunched up in the back, so couldn't see out either side, and I couldn't be seen either. I motioned for Trent to get Ross to walk in front of me so I could jump out and scare him. Well, just as Ross was walking by, I lunged out and yelled "RAARGH" Only, right exactly then, a dad type person walked in between Ross and me, so it just looked like I was jumping out at him. He gave me such a funny look- like "What is wrong with you!"
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
I had wondered if you could successfully paint your ceiling fans to change the way they look, and I figured that somewhere out there, there must be someone who had done it, and would have some helpful insights. I turned the blades over and painted the whole thing with Rustoleum's anodized bronze oil based paint. I also bought new glass things for mine, as the old ones were hideous. I did two fans this way. So, here's the before and afters. Well, in reverse order. The paint was about nine dollars, and the glass things were twenty four (I only replaced the glass on one of the fans, the other one wasn't bad.) Total cost for two made over fans: about $33. Not bad! I can't wait until the rest of this whole thing is over! Here's how my day today went: I got up at 6:30, got the Lydia & Ross up and off to school. I then put some tiles up in my entry way. Went for a 5 mile run which is shorter than usual, but I was pushing Mark & Justice in the running stroller, so I think that counts as extra. Shower, feed lunch to the kids, and paint part of the ceiling while the J-Bird was contained in his high-chair. I went to Walmart, made it back just in time for the big kids to get home from school. Painted some more while Justice was napping. Rehung the ceiling fan -which took forever! I don't know why it took so long, but it did. Did last night's dishes & made dinner & helped Lydia with homework & got Ross to take his shower all at once. All the while Justice was climbing into the dishwasher and pulling the dishes out. So, at 8:30, (half an hour past normal bedtime) we finally had dinner, to which Ross totally turned up his nose and wouldn't touch a bite. He made himself a PBJ. Mark sat there with his untouched food and politely asks "Please pass the peanut butter and jelly." Lydia picked at it and then covertly covered her biscuit in jelly and pretty much just ate that. Chloe, our dog, had a feast because Justice threw his all over the room. Why did I bother? And what is wrong with lasagna, it was fine to me. I piled tonight's dishes into the sink. I'm too pooped to care about getting them done tonight. I read stories to the kids and collapsed. I fell asleep in Justices room for a few hours, and here I am. I think I'm getting up at 4:30 tomorrow to run. We'll have to see. I'm not saying all of this to throw a pitty party for myself, I'm just pooped. Well here are those pictures:
Monday, April 16, 2007
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Never leave a one year old alone with a putty knife and a bucket of dry-wall mud -even if you sort of closed the lid, but not all the way. Mud on the windows, the piano, in his mouth, down his legs and arms, on the freshly painted wall in the other room.
And, when I was taking the laudry out of the washing machine, I found a night crawler, still alive inside. That's what I get for having boys!
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
Sunday, April 01, 2007
This of course reminds me of the best April Fools joke that I ever pulled. This was five years ago, when I was three days past my due date with Mark. John & Liz, Bruce & I and Ross & Lydia in the double stroller were out for an evening stroll. I was pushing the two young ones, in hopes of inducing labor. (It didn't work.) We were saying that it was a shame that we hadn't pulled any pranks in honor of the day. Well a plan began to form. We were only about a block from the the apartment of the sister missionaries from John & Liz's ward. (Bruce & I were in a different ward, so they didn't know us at all.) We walked over to their complex and everybody, except the children and I, hid in the stairwell. I pushed the kids up to their door, and knocked. The sisters answered, and I told them that I was lost. I said that I had a friend somewhere in the complex, but I couldn't remember which apt. I told them that I was in labor and needed help. I got them to let me in to use the phone to call someone for help. I faked a phone call. I played it up really well. They were totally falling for it! It was hilarious. Eventually J&L came to the door and rescued me. It was too funny! I slay me!
Anybody else have any good ones? Tell us!