Success

HEAD . . . . .

....... successfully pulled out.

As you all know, I am mediocre at most things, but one thing I totally excel at is feeling sorry for myself, complaining, and being a straight up witch.  After a severe scolding of my own self, LOTS of exercise (what keeps me sane) and realizing being happy is 100% MY RESPONSIBILITY, I think it is safe to say that I am back to my old self.  PHREW!

 (Thank goodness . . . or all that money I spent on therapy years ago would have been a total waste).

I have also been focusing on some VERY important things, LIKE . . . . .

*Playing with my kids.  We are having a delightful summer. Swimming, watching movies, going to the park, hangin' out with cousins, anxiously awaiting the Saunder's arrival (hurry up). I am beginning to love Summer more than I love Fall . . . and I LOVE fall, so thats saying a lot.

We picked cherries tonight at my parents orchard.  Let me know if you wants some, cause there's still TONS.  

*speaking of movies . . . . Mastering "Live Long and Prosper," NOT and easy task.  FYI . . . I make fun of Trekies (sorry Tanisha), but I saw Star Trek, and I cannot believe how much I LOVED it. Who KNEW??  I may give Transformers a shot!  

*Voice lessons . . . . . simply because I don't want to be mediocre anymore.  

*Running . . . for reals this time . . . . except not on the beach . . . . (dang), but at the gym.... on the treadmill . . . and soon around my town, when I won't actually pass out after three miles and embarrass myself.  Like I said, exercise is my medication.  As I am now unemployed (Hallelujah), I have time to do this.  I did a total of 12 miles this week, and it makes me HAPPY!!!!  As a matter of fact, My sisters and perhaps a couple of my brothers are going to be running half marathon in September, so I am going to enjoy the next three months training for that.  Wish me luck.  This outta shape crazy mama is gonna need it.

I will do the best I can to keep my head out.  I can almost guarantee that at some point I will be in another crazy funk.  I guess thats just part of life.  But at least now I know that I am not alone, that I am human, and that I am striving to BE and DO better.

Funk

Have you ever had one of those days when . . . . . . .

*you wake up pissed for no apparent reason

*the thought of getting three kids ready in thirty minutes (you are so tired you can barely roll yourself out of bed), including breakfast, teeth brushed, hair combed and in the car seems more difficult than running a marathon.

*if you have to listen to one more second of crying and whining, you might curl up in the fetal position and throw a giant fit of your own

*if you trip over one more pair of shoes that someone so kindly left in the middle of the floor of the kitchen, you might just throw them out the window

*you can't remember the last time you took a pee by yourself

*just when you think you could not be anymore impatient . . . you dig down real deep and . . . . HELLO to some more impatience

*your house is filthy, yet you refuse to clean it one more time

*the thought of going to work and finishing up the ONE LAST THING you have to do before you officially quit makes you want to vomit
*If anyone crosses you, they run the risk of getting a karate chop to the face

*the mere thought of your husband breathing could send you over the edge

*you can't sit down, because if you do, you might fall asleep

*you keep eating your brains out, because for some deranged reason you want to re-lose that 8 pounds you lost

*you want to pull your hair out and scream because apparently no one is listening to a word you say

I have.

Actually, the last two months have been like this. I have been in a crazy FUNK.

I realize this post may sound a bit psychotic, but you should know by now that I'm not one to sugar coat things. Apparently one of my endearing qualities is that I am painfully honest . . . . (so I've been told). I suppose I say it how it is. That's how I roll.

I wish I had a good reason why I have been in said funk . . . . like say. . . . . pregnancy (actually, I DO NOT wish I were pregnant, but then at least I would have a good excuse as to why I have been so crazy). But I don't.

Well . . . . . I guess I do, but its just taken me a long time to figure it out.

Too much on my plate.

I just can't do everything.

I have got to relax. My kids don't need to be in every extracurricular activity. Who cares if we have peanut butter and jelly for dinner. Doesn't matter if I have a muffin top. Showering everyday went out the window a LONG time ago. Its okay to eat fast food every once in a while. Some people are stupid, and I can't do anything to change that. Quit turning on the news . . . It only gets me more irritated. Having a clean house all the time is very unrealistic. Big deal if my kids hair isn't brushed. The sound of my own complaining is just as about as annoying as my kids whining. The world does not revolve around me. Serving others really does make me happy. Who cares if I rent for another 4 years. Life is no fun when you are stressed out all the time. I don't want my kids to resent me when they grow up. Its okay to ask for help.

Now excuse me while I go pull my head out, quit feeling sorry for myself, find a better attitude, and tame my inner beast.

Summer Lovin'

Sun

Planting my first garden. Isn't she cute?

Watermelon is my second favorite food (next to avocados). I spend gobs of $ every summer on this ball of deliciousness, and all of it goes into my belly.  It is safe to say that I can polish off a whole (seedless of course) watermelon by myself in one sitting.  If you don't believe me, fine.  But I speak the truth, and I challenge you to a watermelon eating dual (I will win, no one stands a chance).

Naked babies eating McDonalds ice cream.  Another of my favorite summer (actually any season will work) treats. 

Friends with pools . . . I wish I had something to offer them, besides my sparkling personality and an occasional glimpse of my hot body. 

Pool Hair

Wedgies

Scooter Riding

(you're welcome....... for shaving my pits today).

Backyard daddy/daughter soccer.  It usually includes an amazing fit thrown by Ava. 

My Gorgeous Girls . . . . .(no, i didn't plant these, but its a chore keeping them this gorgeous, so i will give myself credit, where credit is due).

Not pictured: my filthy, neglected house (too busy swimming), walks around the loop, my non-bikini body (still working on that), going to bed late, sleeping in, and being plain lazy. 

I love you Summer.