May 10, 2010

Mother's Day...

I had to show off the homemade gifts and cards that my kiddos made for me at school for Mother's Day...

Madison made me this cute card and darling etched drinking glass. I love that she mentioned in my card how much I love to make strawberries and whipped cream pancakes...YUM!


Apparently I forgot to edit the above picture so pardon the blurriness and blah exposure...


T made me these cute orange flowers which will live on my shelf by my jewelry box and the card from him had all kinds of things written that he knew about me.




I especially liked the part where he said my favorite thing to do is take naps! My kids sure do know me well!

May 9, 2010

My Mom...

Happy Mother's Day Mom/Grandma!!!




We Love You!!!

May 6, 2010

My drug of choice....




I love am addicted to Diet Coke. I'm not kidding. I usually start the day with a McDonald's run for a 32oz. (because McDonald's has the BEST Diet Coke EVER! Really! Not all Diet Coke is the same you know.), then I usually get another one around lunch time and I continue to drink more at home throughout the day (in between all that I am lucky if I drink one, maybe two, glasses of water all day). Most days I consume around 44 oz.- 60 oz.-WAY TOO MUCH! I drink it with caffeine and without because I've had heart palpitations in the past and had doctors tell me I needed to cut back on the caffeine. I have read all the articles on how bad aspartame is (it's been shown to cause a whole slew of bad stuff from depression (hmmm...) to ALS to MS to memory problems (again, hmmm...), to weight gain (yeah...let's blame Diet Coke-not my donut addiction) to vision problems etc.) and I still drink it. I've been drinking it since High School when I would get a can in the morning before class, another at lunch and another before I left for home. After High School I quit for a few years and then one night I got a Diet Coke at a restaurant and it all came back, like an alcoholic falling off the wagon. At this point it is a true addiction, my drug of choice. I crave it! If I don't have any I can't stop thinking about it and when I finally get some I savor the first few sips as they run down my throat. Mmmmm...  For me Diet Coke isn't just a drink, it's an experience. It's a an indulgence when I don't have money to shop (I get one everytime before I shop too). It's my coffee when I need to wake up (although the caffeine doesn't seem to affect me anymore. The bubbles are what do it for me...I crave the carbonation!). It's an appetite suppressant when I don't have time to eat. It's the feel of the plastic cup in my hand and the straw between my lips. It's the coolness and bubbles on a sore throat or an upset stomach when I am sick. It's the perfect compliment to any meal, pancakes at Village Inn, a burger at Chiles, fajitas at Cafe Rio. It's my non-alcoholic tonic when the kids are drivin' me to drink. Honestly, it's my woobie (Mr. Mom anyone?).

Seriously. I need help.

So, I've decided it's time to kick the habit. The Diet Coke demons need to be exorcised! I've tried before. I have to stop cold turkey this time because in the past I have tried to ween myself slowly and I always end up back where I started when even a sip crosses my shameful lips. So, starting tomorrow (I can't start today because I just finished my first 32 oz. from Mickey-D's...the shame!) I will be a recovering Diet Coke-aholic. I'm putting up one of those cutesy little countdown thinga-majigers on this here blog so that you all can see how many days I remain sober (or how many days I don't....I'm such a pessimist!). The only problem is I've heard that in order to kick a habit you have to replace it with another. What's my replacement? I don't like juice. I don't drink coffee. I don't drink alcohol. Plain water is not high up on my list of favorites. Gum has aspartame in it too. Obviously any suggestions would be much appreciated. Maybe after this we'll work on my other addictions like sugar, and shopping.

One thing at a time guys...one thing at a time.

May 5, 2010

Comparisons




As women we all look at each other and compare ourselves. Why does she look that good after just having had a baby and my baby is almost two and I‘m still in a size 16? Why do her kids always look so polished every time I see them and mine are just lucky to have a clean face, much less expertly styled hair and cutey-patooty clothes? Why does she look cute every time I run into her at the grocery store and I’m always in my sweats and hat? You know you do it. We all do. We’ve all heard the quotes, the Relief Society lessons, the General Conference talks on not comparing ourselves and yet we do it still. I suppose it’s human. I’m not going to tell you not to do it because I know it won’t change things. We start comparing when we are 4 or 5 yrs. old and we will do it till’ the day we die. It is something that women are famous for.  I remember when my oldest daughter was about four we were at Kmart and she pointed to a woman down the aisle and said, “Mom? How come your bum is so much bigger than her’s?”  Isn’t she sweet?!  I remember in that moment I pasted on a fake smile, gave a fake laugh and said dryly, “Because I’ve had two almost 10 lb. babies and I’m still recovering.” Of course, my youngest at the time was almost two so that wasn’t a valid excuse. The woman down the aisle either didn’t hear or graciously ignored my delightful child and we went on our way. I remember though, thinking about the comment for weeks after that. I knew my child had not meant any harm by it, she was merely observing, but it hurt all the same. We laugh about it now and unfortunately, add another 10 pounder to the mix, and I have been gifted with yet an even bigger behind than I had that day!

Nowadays Blogland has given us more to compare. Her blog is cuter than mine, she's a better writer than me, she takes better pictures than mine, I can't even get one comment and she has three hundred and twelve! Good Criminy! Why does it have to be so hard to just sit back and like ourselves? I look at women who have insightful things to say about politics and I think, "Man. I am so stupid! I have absolutely nothing to say about healthcare nor do I really have any interest in learning about it  at this time in my life (and really what would it change anyway?). She must be such an interesting, brilliant person, unlike me!" I look at the photographers I admire and I think, " I will never be that good! Why can't my photos look like that?" I read some blogs that are so articulate and make everything sound magical and poetic and I think of how clunky my posts must sound in comparison.

In my mind I know that I shouldn't compare. I am not that person and I know they have challenges and insecurities and trials just like me. So why do we do it? More importantly how do we stop? Do you really think we can, as women, stop comparing--or is it an unrealistic expectation? At this point in my life I think it may be impossible. What I would like to learn is how to stop my own negative internal dialogue and accept the fact that I am who I am and I am going to keep comparing myself, because it's just what I do. Instead of allowing those comparisons to negatively impact me I would like to learn how to turn them into positive motivations to better myself. Does that make sense? For instance, why can't I take that photography comparison that once made me feel discouraged and let it motivate me instead to study and practice and learn from that person. Instead of being jealous of someone else's writing style, why not enjoy it and use it as motivation to better my own? Sounds easier than it really is but I'm definitely going to work on it. Who knows, if I work on it hard enough maybe one day I'll be the one with the smaller backside!

May 3, 2010

A moment of weakness...



Remember this post about breaking up with my long time loves Ben and Jerry? Well it was bound to happen...I ran into them today. I was pushing The Pea down the freezer aisle at Harmon's and there they were looking every bit as dreamy as I remember. Their cold calculating stare a contrast to the enticing sweetness I knew lay under their chilly exterior. I tried not to fall. I sat and stared at them for a good minute or so, running through the memories of self-loathing after devouring every last bit of their cool creaminess but alas, I was no match for those decadent brothers of frozen treat fame! Suddenly I was back in High School breaking up with and getting back together with the boy I knew was no good for me. Curse my lack of self-control! I'm so ashamed! Next time I will be victorious, I will conquer my frozen treat demons! But for now, I'm going to drown them in "Everything but the..." flavored heaven. Heath Bar and chocolate covered almonds and white chocolate chunks and peanut butter cups in chocolate and vanilla ice cream...I mean really, do you see why I can't resist?

Oh Ben and Jerry, take me away!!!