three day blog

Sorry about the poor quality of the picture. I keep hinting to Edgard about needing a new camera. Other things that I have hinted at, to Edgard, unsuccessfully: two, additional, children landscaping the backyard my own laptop personal trainer, maid, cook, butler---although, I am not unreasonable...I could live without the butler. reading my blog, voluntarily, without begging and tears-----on his side... the fact of my unwavering rightness

I know that I have been off the radar since last Saturday. No blog posts, no comments. What have I been doing in all that time, do you ask? Looking up images of Michael Landon on Google, of course. Where else would I be? I kept thinking that Irene reminded me of someone....I just couldn't put my finger on it. I think, now, I might start styling her hair.

When I was young, I frequently went to antiques shows with my parents. One particular year, they were sharing their booth with a friend, and fellow antiques dealer, Debbie. Normally I would have gone around to look at other dealers setting up their booths, but this time I chose to stay and check out what Debbie had brought to sell. I am very nosy. She had a number of books and, of course, that got my nerdish little heart a-fluttering immediately. She, to get rid of me out of the goodness of her heart, gave me a book to borrow, to pass the time. It was an old black book, very small, and a bit musty. It showed an original printing from 1899. I, personally, had never heard of it and it looked to me to be a very boring read. That has never deterred me....thank goodness. I started reading it and found, instead of some stuffy novel of the week, a very tongue in cheek account of three men who decide to take a little trip on the River Thames , for their health---as they are ailing...

So I wanted to show you my new-ish coffee cup...well normally a coffee cup. Today it has tea in it. Tea from Connecticut , in a tin made in china, bought from a Starbucks in Oregon , brewed in a mug from Starbucks in Mexico City . Ain't I cosmopolitan? My kids are watching Meet the Robinsons I highly recommend it if you don't mind a little chaos. This is a rare children's movie because there is nothing crude in it. I didn't think they made those anymore. So back to the original story: I was noticing that Anthony was warming Irene's hands for her--since it is flipping cold in Oregon, right now--and I told him I thought that it was nice of him to do that. He replied that he was doing it because Irene was warming his hands, for him, the other day. Isn't that sweet? The other day I was cleaning my table and I broke the pottery urn that I have in the middle. The urn holds the corks from special occasions. I loved this particular piece of potter...

So to recap on my first day I wills start out by sharing a comment I got from Literary Girl . My first thought when I read this was that you needed more concrete goals on the first ones...get up early? How early? What time? What time do you want to go to bed? Do you want me to call you at 10pm and say "goodnighty!" ? Even #3, how about shoot for 20 minutes a day or even 15? I think she brings up some very valid points. Getting up and going to bed early is relative to each person. For example: if my best friend made a goal to get up earlier and go to bed earlier she would be up by 4 and in bed by 7. My normal sleep hours run generally from 4 A.M. to 9 A.M. But I want to really see what my body will do with a proper amount of sleep. So let me get more specific with my goals. go to bed by 10:00 p.m.---just about to do that get up by 8:00 A.M.---I know...I am a wimp... baby steps study my bible---I am now officially in Numbers. no not this ... this ! take vitamins dai...

I am curious to try a little experiment. What would happen if procrastinator girl----that's me---tried to live for seven days, doing everything correctly. That is, to say, fulfilling every goal I have set for myself, each and every day. Would I crack the first day? Would I make it past three days ? What I would hope, is that I could make it for the entire seven and see some good results, weight loss wise, and maybe even have a few of the things stick. I can't possibly get any worse, right? So to give you an idea of some of the goals that I am talking about, I will make a little list. go to bed early (this is such a hard one for me) get up early (even worse) study my bible (I love what I learn and how I feel with this one) take vitamins daily (this makes me nauseated) exercise for at least 30 min. a day (no comment) drink all my water (94 freaking ounces) eat between 1200-1400 calories daily do one organizing project daily clean and pick up house regularly (yep-...

There is no way to really share with you the city that I love---and the city in which Edgard grew up. Unless, of course, I take you there personally. In that case, you will have to pay for everything. I am a cheapskate. Until that time, I will show you a book, for book love weekend, that will be infinitely cheaper. I present to you ABC DF: A graphic dictionary of Mexico City. Here is a little extra for you since I missed last book love weekend. This is a book put out by Mamacita Chilena . She has already proven her worth as a photographer ---I am sure that a book full of her pictures should be a pleasure to own. Here is the link if you are interested in buying it. http://www.blurb.com/bookstore/detail/88623#

Say what you will about homeschooling---I personally think it is a bonus that, rather than dreaming about going to school in his underwear, Anthony can actually do it.

I was also tagged by, the ever adorable, Rachel . This is a meme where you give six interesting facts about yourself. afterwards, I am going to let you tag yourself, just leave a note in the comments telling us where we can read it. I am at a bit of a loss because I did the 8 random facts meme and I really had to dredge it up then. I am just not an interesting person. Well, I am interested in myself because I am me. And my husband is interested because he knows he has to be or he is in trouble. I am not so sure that my kids are interested. I think they just watch me closely because I am the one that doles out punishments. That is a form of interest, I suppose. So here goes: I used to write poetry. I may grace you with some---but only if I really want to make you laugh. I LOVE pulling practical jokes but cannot keep a straight face. Trust me...not a successful combo! There is this neighbor of Edgard's---while he was growing up---in Mexico who, whenever I would meet him, ...

I was tagged by groovybabe for this: Four Things I’ve Never Done: never have been to Europe (really, really want to) I have gone zero time without reading a book, or two, or four. owned a house larger than 865 square feet. had a third...or fourth child . Did that sound like a hint? sorry Four Things I’ve learned in the last year: that I have an interminable amount of hope (optimism?) I can stick with something for more than three days studying the Bible earns me that peace that passes all understanding. You can have a great friendship without any face to face contact. Four Jobs I’d Love But Will Probably Never Have: singer writer actor designer Four Jobs I’ve Actually Had: maid caregiver manufacturing filing In turn I am tagging Lady T sorry Lady T...you know I luv ya!

As I did my nightly rounds----tucking everyone in, making sure everyone is warm, and outside doors are locked----I couldn't believe how big my children are now. It makes me sad and happy at the same time. How is that for making any sense? This is my baby---the little one. What happened??? She is already starting to lose the chubby-cheeked baby look And seriously...I gave birth to that? He is huge. I can't believe how quickly time can pass. Where have my babies gone? Don't misunderstand me...I am looking forward to every passing minute and getting to know the new stages, but I never saw too far past the diapers and (advance apologies to any guys that read this) breastfeeding. I am in unknown territory now. ...But I had absolutely nothing to do with this one.

Sorry for my absence....I even missed book love weekend. Shame on me. Maybe now I will post one during the week. Was that celebratory yelling or a collective derision? So on to weigh in Monday---does that not win the prize for lamest name ever? Let me try again. "Fatty breaks the scale weigh in Monday" or "jiggly fun weigh in Monday" or "no I am not pregnant-it is all me and I can't believe you just asked me that weigh in Monday". SO what ever it is called...here we go: To refresh your memory . I m working on a goal with Mamacita Chilena to lose 15 pounds in two months. Here is where I stand. last week:189 this morning:188.5 loss for this week: 0.5 days left: 39 pounds left to lose for the goal: 9 ...and by the way, don't bother to check my fitday . I haven't updated in the last 3 or 4 days. Why then did I give you a link to it? I don't know. I just like linking people to places . By the way...if you are Mamaci...

Update, in red...below. Last Sunday I was thinking about my childhood and what things have contributed to the person that I am today. For example, I was remembering some of the lullabies and sayings that my mother shared with me, during my formative years. They were passed down to me via my grandmother. A few samplings were The Ship That never Returned Babes in the Woods Red Wing If you know any of those songs---well, you know then, that they are all sad, pessimistic, and ill-fated---in a sweet kind of way. To get an idea of the message in those songs, picture a perfectly nice grandmother serving you a plate of poisoned cookies. My mom also used to sing to me "I love to go swimming with bow-legged women and swim between their legs" My mother wishes to add that the song, as she sang it to me, is actually : "I love to go swimming with bow-legged women and dive between their legs" You are right mom...much more lullaby-like when sang that way! A sweet say...

Actually---both. We hope. I have started a little friendly competition with a fellow blogger . She personally has 15 pounds to lose until she is at her goal weight. I, on the other hand, have around 1500. Well, maybe not quite that much, but still considerably more than 15 pounds. I have had trouble starting on my way to weight loss. Many false starts. My thinking was, that if I could lose 15 pounds, then it would be the heartening startup I need to continue losing weight. I knew that Mamacita Chilena, of the above mentioned blog, was wanting to lose those last 15 pounds and I wanted my jump start---and that is why I asked her if she might be willing to join me in losing them together. My proposed plan was to lose 15 lbs in two months. A nice do-able goal. If we were successful, then she would be done and I would continue on with a new goal from there. She agreed---so we then dusted off our fitday account s and got started. Here is where I am at so ...

This picture of the---hm hm---plump woman, cracks me up. I, coincidentally, happen to cook a potato every day for lunch. This book, John Dough and the Cherub , is one of many, put out by L. Frank Baum . He is the writer, if you do not already know, of the Wizard of Oz . I am sure that I will be a wildly unpopular person---more so than usual---when people find out that I don't like the book, or the movie. Did I just hear a gasp? For me the book is spoiled because of the artist. I am sure that W. W. Denslow was very good in his own right, but to me, John R. Neill 's drawings, coupled with Baum's writing, in the subsequent 13 Oz books, are what conjures up Oz for me. Neill also illustrated the pictures above as well. I have read all of the Oz books---excepting the first---many times, as a young girl . In retrospect, I think that I can pinpoint most of my mental problems being due to that. Baum's words and Neill's drawings were quite odd and a little insan...

Mexico 2002 Anthony's first haircut Christmas 2002 Anthony's first snow Anthony's first sister Edgard's first, non-alcohol related, pass out Irene the chubster Hermanos