Hello, internet. I decided to work with you instead of against you today. I think I'm happy w/the new look. Kind of like getting a makeover without all the expense.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
I'm so frustrated w/trying to get a snappier background for this silly blog!! I tried the strawberries for a couple of days but those were just too much on the eyes. Has anybody found a good source of free templates? I wanted to use something from the cutest blog on the block (so sweet they almost give you a cavity), but the HTML just isn't working. So, grr. That's all---just grrr. And back to boring.
Posted by Cass at 9:54 AM
Saturday, October 4, 2008
I was adding a few things to a journal we keep (very infrequently), marking the boys' milestones and funny things they say/do. It's been a while since I updated it and I took a minute to go over some things I'd written last January. Here was a conversation between me and James that I'd forgotten:
James: I'm flying an airplane way high, way up high in the sky! Nnnneeeeooowww!! (airplane noises)
Me: Are you a pilot?
James: No mom, I'm just a kid playing airplanes.
Posted by Cass at 9:03 PM
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Seeing as it's October now, I thought I'd share something that's pretty scary.
Posted by Cass at 11:11 AM
Sunday, September 28, 2008
I have the best idea for Halloween and I'm really excited to put costumes together to realize the dream. We're going to be a Wizard of Oz family. How cool is that?? All I need to do is transform yours truly into Dorothy, Dave will be the Tin Man, James can be the Scarecrow, and Andrew's going to be the Cowardly Lion (he's got the perfect little roar for it, too). I went crazy at Joann's yesterday and committed myself financially to this idea by getting the fabric to make Andrew's lion outfit. Pretty brave and ambitious, I know. Especially since I'm the first person to have this idea. Ever. It's going to knock peoples' socks off. Probably start some kind of trend. hmmmm......
Posted by Cass at 4:46 PM
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
These blog posts tend to center around the kiddos in the house (what do you expect? they're my full-time job), but for the sake of me talking about me tonight, I'm going to say something about me. Maybe, just possibly something you didn't know. Here's the skinny: among my lesser known talents (besides the ability to parallel park a minivan pretty darn well) is the ability to always find the bright side of a situation. Yep, that's right. I'm a bit like:
Not in the annoying "I walk around everywhere with a dainty Hailey Mills voice, helping all the world smile through their tears by finding something to be glad about, no matter what" way. Nooo. That would be a little freaky. Not to mention annoying. It's more like a knee jerk reaction in my head, a sort of conversation with myself (maybe I should be a coach someday?) when life gets particularly bad. Along the lines of, "Wow. I am so tired and just want to sit down and now I have to clean this [insert disgusting kid-produced thing here] up......ohmygosh that smells rancid. Going to throw up. Ugh. And that voice. How many decibels of screaming before my hearing is damaged? Oh well, at least they're not both screaming at the same time. Ok now they are. Whoooeee. That's really loud. Good thing naptime's in 15 min. I can make it that long. Then I can crash." See how it works? Something that would sound really trite if it was spoken out loud, but in my head it's how I get through the day. Or week. Or lifetime.
So what does this have to do with the gym? I'm wondering why I started along those lines. I guess this ties in because I went to a circuit training class this morning, and for the first time in my life (I think it was the 1st ---having a ROTTEN memory is an entirely different post) I was the loser who had to leave halfway through because finishing all 60 min of the class would have been suicide. I didn't even have the excuse of the childcare center paging me to come fix a stinky mess in Andrew's diaper. (Today was probably the only day I've actually hoped that would happen, ironically enough.) No, it was flat-out being totally not in shape and not willing to kill myself just to say that I finished a class. Oh the shame of it. And I definitely didn't judge anyone in classes I've done in the past, when they had to leave early. It's just that I wasn't in their shoes. Fast forward to this morning. I was dying, I knew I needed to stop. So I did. Because the Pollyanna part of me was thinking, "Pushing myself too far just because I'm worried about what the perfect, tanned, toned people in here will think about me quitting has to be the stupidest reason in the world. At least I made it this far, and I can have the goal of actually getting through the entire class next week." And I stretched a bit and walked out.
There's got to be some nice way of wrapping this all up, but I can't think of anything great right now---other than declaring to the world that I'm grateful for the part of me that looks on the bright side of things. Call it a spiritual gift, call it annoying, but I think I'll call it a blessing.
Posted by Cass at 5:16 PM
Friday, August 29, 2008
This one's for posterity. We have a little munchkin in our house who tells us VOLUMES about his life, his day, his interests, favorite activities, what he thinks of politics, hopes for the future, etc. At least I think that's what he's saying. Maybe someone else will have a more accurate interpretation. Good luck.
Posted by Cass at 11:16 AM