Savvy got home yesterday. I missed her. She is a fun part of our family and I am starting to glimpse the life of an empty nester and how it must be kinda lonely. My only consolation will be if we win the lottery, we'll be traveling so much I won't have to worry about missing my grown children. And we can drop in on them any time, because grown children and their spouses love that, right?
While Sav was gone we had regular contact via text and cell phone. A lot of her reports included information about a boy who was basically following her around. She likened him to a puppy dog needing it's mother. I thought she was being a little harsh. Then I saw her pictures. Seriously, that kid was in a TON of her pics. Nearby, lurking. Not creepy, just kinda funny to me. Like he was photobombing but didn't really get the joke. Sav actually did say he was being a creeper, her word for a boy who hangs around, seemingly uninvited.
Nevertheless, it's good to have her back. Now we get to harass her about making up for lost homework....until school ends. Yippee.
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
Thursday, April 18, 2013
Choir Tour
Savannah left last night for choir tour. This is the first time we are home and she is gone for 5-1/2 days. Ok....she's been to girl's camp but that was a whopping 3-1/2 days every year. This is a bit different. There are boys.
I told her last night before she left, no monkey business. It's not like she has a boyfriend or anything, but the boy who asked her to prom will be on this trip. She said, and I quote, "I wasn't even thinking of that until you just said it."
What the?
My response: Do you mean to tell me that monkey business never crossed your mind until your mother just mentioned it?
She recanted her previous statement.
The best part of the trip? Tape.
The choir director put a warning in the trip documents: Once everyone is in for the night, the outside of their hotel room doors will be taped. If the seal of the tape is broken then everyone in the room will be sent home.
Harold's favorite part of the warning was this: If the tape is broken and you are sent home, your parents will know, your friends will know, the bus driver will know, the airlines will know. He laughed out loud while reading.
I appreciate a choir director who keeps it real. I want my daughter safe in every sense of the word while on this trip.
Have Fun Savvy Girl! We love you and miss you.
But I just need to say: Dad, Mackson and I each had our own couch while you were gone. No one had to share. We were feeling all decadent. It was lovely.
Come home (not too) Soon!!
You all know I'm kidding, right?
I told her last night before she left, no monkey business. It's not like she has a boyfriend or anything, but the boy who asked her to prom will be on this trip. She said, and I quote, "I wasn't even thinking of that until you just said it."
What the?
My response: Do you mean to tell me that monkey business never crossed your mind until your mother just mentioned it?
She recanted her previous statement.
The best part of the trip? Tape.
The choir director put a warning in the trip documents: Once everyone is in for the night, the outside of their hotel room doors will be taped. If the seal of the tape is broken then everyone in the room will be sent home.
Harold's favorite part of the warning was this: If the tape is broken and you are sent home, your parents will know, your friends will know, the bus driver will know, the airlines will know. He laughed out loud while reading.
I appreciate a choir director who keeps it real. I want my daughter safe in every sense of the word while on this trip.
Have Fun Savvy Girl! We love you and miss you.
But I just need to say: Dad, Mackson and I each had our own couch while you were gone. No one had to share. We were feeling all decadent. It was lovely.
Come home (not too) Soon!!
You all know I'm kidding, right?
Friday, April 12, 2013
My One Post for 2013....maybe
Wow, has it been a year since I last posted? Guess what....I'm posting again.....and guess what.....it's on a related subject....Weight Loss.
Yes, the bane of my existence. The one topic that when I decide to focus on it, fills my head and consumes my every thought and deed.
I decided at the beginning of this year (yes, I am a walking/talking cliche) that I would lose weight this year. And next year, because I am positive that it's going to take at least that long to finally get the rest of this crud off my body.
I joined Weight Watchers online with my wonderful sister. She's inspirational and having a weight loss buddy is a great boost. And Harold joined in for a while, too, but now he's tweaked his knee and probably will need surgery (another story for another day) so he's dropped out for a bit.
After about two months on WW, I switched over to another free online program, My Fitness Pal, which basically counts calories and that's it.
Good News:
I've lost 17 pounds
I've been at this for 14 weeks and show no sign of letting up
I feel really great about myself
I exercise super regularly, as in I take classes, walk for miles and miles, hired a personal trainer (my third session is today), and I MOVE MORE!
I gained a good friend in a co-worker throughout this process
I've done this without the help of the lap band (had to loosen the band due to raging heartburn, so I don't have the same amount of "help"/restriction that I normally would with the band. Which leads me to my next point....
I've learned to watch the quality of my food intake
I had gained 20 pounds at my current job and have taken almost all of that off
I've stopped drinking the no-calorie Crystal Light knock off, cuz my momma told me to
I'm really not a walking/talking cliche because I've been doing this for three months, most people quit in a week or two
Bad News:
I've lost 17 pounds in 14 weeks. What the?? I mean, I know I'm older, but I really only want an average of 1.5/week. I don't feel like that is too much to ask.
I weigh myself multiple times every morning. I have a digital scale that pretty much gives me a different weight every time I step on it, so I am constantly trying to figure out my "real" weight.
I don't drink enough water
When I stepped on the scale this morning I was the same weight I've been at for three weeks. Which means I lost 2 pounds this past month.
I'm sitting here on the verge of tears because I let my sense of self worth be defined by a stupid digital scale
On to More Good News:
I am not giving up. I refuse to let a scale define who I am. I am determined not to let the weight loss of others affect the way I feel about me. I will not let up until I am in a normal, healthy weight range. I love who I am becoming and will become. I will defeat this current plateau and punch it in the face as I make my way past this current weight and never lay eyes on it again. Never.
Yes, the bane of my existence. The one topic that when I decide to focus on it, fills my head and consumes my every thought and deed.
I decided at the beginning of this year (yes, I am a walking/talking cliche) that I would lose weight this year. And next year, because I am positive that it's going to take at least that long to finally get the rest of this crud off my body.
I joined Weight Watchers online with my wonderful sister. She's inspirational and having a weight loss buddy is a great boost. And Harold joined in for a while, too, but now he's tweaked his knee and probably will need surgery (another story for another day) so he's dropped out for a bit.
After about two months on WW, I switched over to another free online program, My Fitness Pal, which basically counts calories and that's it.
Good News:
I've lost 17 pounds
I've been at this for 14 weeks and show no sign of letting up
I feel really great about myself
I exercise super regularly, as in I take classes, walk for miles and miles, hired a personal trainer (my third session is today), and I MOVE MORE!
I gained a good friend in a co-worker throughout this process
I've done this without the help of the lap band (had to loosen the band due to raging heartburn, so I don't have the same amount of "help"/restriction that I normally would with the band. Which leads me to my next point....
I've learned to watch the quality of my food intake
I had gained 20 pounds at my current job and have taken almost all of that off
I've stopped drinking the no-calorie Crystal Light knock off, cuz my momma told me to
I'm really not a walking/talking cliche because I've been doing this for three months, most people quit in a week or two
Bad News:
I've lost 17 pounds in 14 weeks. What the?? I mean, I know I'm older, but I really only want an average of 1.5/week. I don't feel like that is too much to ask.
I weigh myself multiple times every morning. I have a digital scale that pretty much gives me a different weight every time I step on it, so I am constantly trying to figure out my "real" weight.
I don't drink enough water
When I stepped on the scale this morning I was the same weight I've been at for three weeks. Which means I lost 2 pounds this past month.
I'm sitting here on the verge of tears because I let my sense of self worth be defined by a stupid digital scale
On to More Good News:
I am not giving up. I refuse to let a scale define who I am. I am determined not to let the weight loss of others affect the way I feel about me. I will not let up until I am in a normal, healthy weight range. I love who I am becoming and will become. I will defeat this current plateau and punch it in the face as I make my way past this current weight and never lay eyes on it again. Never.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)