Saturday, June 27, 2009

My husband is a rock star!

I'm going to gush about my hunk of man for a minute...

I read an article in Parent's magazine written by a single mom who pointed out why husbands are not such a bad thing. My husband does some stupid things every once in a while (before you balk, honey, "I was just letting it dry." comes to mind), but nothing so bad as I'd want to get rid of him. As a matter of fact, he's pretty awesome.

This week was my surgery, which, if I think about it is really his fault due to his very large offspring. Regardless, I am not supposed to pick up either of our children, so I'm at his mercy. He has been great. But every day he goes above and beyond what may be the average man's doing. He cooks 90% of the time. He changes diapers about 50% of the time. He cleans about 30% of the time. I'd say we split stuff almost even. And in this time of need he has been there fully.

I am most proud because in a drunken ramble, his friend Levi goaded him into saying he could do a sprint triathlon. And not wanting him to pass it up, I made sure this plan didn't go to waste. So, during his hangover the next morning, I stood over him as he signed up for the Tri-hawk.

He's been training by biking, swimming or running every day. Today the boys did a trial run, about half of the race. They survived! They beat their sweaty chests and roared man roars! I'm proud of him!

Sunday, June 21, 2009

My body is Benedict Arnold...

I'm really quite baffled and irritated with my body. I used to think I was quite resilient and I knew my body well and I could take care of it. But, it is starting to betray me.

What I really want is a plan for after the surgery to make sure it never happens again. I pumped the doc for answers, but he told me like 3 times there's nothing I could have done, and nothing I can do to prevent these things from happening. But I want to be in control.

And I wonder, if this was thousands of years ago, and we were all cave men doing our best to just survive, I would have been darwined-out. Survival of the fittest, and I am not the fittest. In addition to that, my babies would have starved, thus eliminating my sucky dna from being passed on, because I'm pretty sure there were no nipple shields to help with breast feeding in the stone age.

So, I feel betrayed.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Hello my friends!

It's been a while! Here are my excuses:

10. I was on vacation in MA where I saw my awesome friends! Love and miss you!
9. Taking an econ class! Macroeconomics! It is to get my Social Studies endorsement, so I can teach it all. I really like it, I'm learning so much, but sometimes it feels like my head is going to explode, and every once in a while the author of the text book pulls out a "oh, it's all so imaginary!" comment. In addition to that, it's online, and I'm not real pleased with the effort my instructor is putting into answering my pertinent questions.
8. Having surgery on Monday! I know, exciting, right? Apparently, I'm old, my body is falling appart, and my gigantic children burst through my abdomin wall during pregnancy. They will put me back together and I will be better than new! I did ask about lippo while he was in there... he thought I was joking...
7. I have a three year old... so much worse than a 2 year old!
6. I have a one year old... getting better about not hoovering cat hair balls and loose change off the floor, but every once in a while... that just makes it worse!
5. I have a husband, and he has needs... like the need to enter into a mini-triathalon! You go baby!
4. North Korea - what the hell is wrong with that guy? I mean, who does he think he is? Come on!
3. "A-Jad" - hahaha! That's what the ticker on some news station called him as we flicked passed it on our sad way to super why or other equally mind numbing cartoon. Again, what the hell is wrong with that guy?
2. The big town of Petersburg! Yes, we have infiltrated their defenses and are starting to make friends! We have been invited to parties, been privey to gossip, had beer in the back yard with several neighbors, AND I WON a corded drill and free pizza from Casey's Gas in the picnic raffle. I NEVER WIN!!! YAY!
1. Crack book, damn it! I hate how superficial it is, only allowing a quick peek into the lives of loved ones, when I really want to sit down with all 243 friends (okay, I only have 60 something) and really ask how they are doing, and really listen... but I can't help myself! I'm on it too much! It's only a matter of time before I start taking those stupid "what kind of ... are you" tests. Damn you crack book!

So that's it. I hope to write more regularly now.