Okay...so, I lay in bed this morning listening to the alarm clock, which is set to a country radio station from Canada, and hear them say the temperature in Watertown is minus 16 degrees. I thought...It's way too early for temps that low, they must mean celcius. So, I got up and put on the Watertown news and sure enough...they meant farenheit!!
I love the snow, but I'm not a real fan of subzero temps!! I drove Shelley to the busstop and didn't think to start the car up and once I got through a sketchy period of the car barely turning over, I looked up and the whole windshield was white with frost.
Did I mention I was in my bathrobe with my coat over it and my slippers??? I'm thinking it will be a quick trip two blocks down, let her out and come right back. So, I can't find my ice scraper, I'm cursing up a storm because I feel frostbite kicking in on my ankles and fingers just trying to get the sliding door open, Shelley's coping an attitude because now I'm giving her guilt for driving her to the busstop and I'm trying to calm down and tell her, "It's really not you, honey, I just really don't like pre-frostbite!!" So, I managed to get a tiny porthole scraped off the windshield because time was of the essence so she doesn't miss the bus altogether. Then, one of the doors wouldn't shut (it was frozen open) and the lights wouldn't go off in the car and everyone got to see Shelley's mom in her bathrobe.
The minute I got on the road, the porthole started to fog up. By the time I got her to the busstop, which is two tiny village blocks away, she could have walked there and back twice!! So, tomorrow, I get up and start the car and let it sit for half an hour and then just glide in the seat and down the road. I always have this initial induction to winter when I forget that I must plan ahead to go out to the car and dress for the weather.
Anyhow...MMM was a bummer for me. I've been eating properly, walking and keeping active, drinking my water, etc. and I'm up 5!! Maybe I should have Thanksgiving food and lemon pie for breakfast again!! Anyhow...I said, "Who cares" after the scales yesterday and had some chocolate candies I bought for my mailable presents and rigatoni and sauce that was NOT legal and now I'm down three to 157.
Beats me.
Oh...and in other Shelley-related news. She tried out for the HS/MS musical yesterday. They are doing the King and I and she had to audition singing "Getting to Know You". I bought it off iTunes and put it on my iPod for her and when she auditioned, she got a 7 out of 10!! I was really proud of her because of several factors. First, she's never sung outloud before. Not even to me. She did it for the first time in front of all who are auditioning. And secondly, because being a 6th grader, she's in the youngest grade and was competing with the kids all the way up to 12th grade...and got a 7 out of 10!! Don't know if she'll make the cut or not, but I'm proud of her just the same. There is not a whole lot that would get me to sing...for the first time...on stage in front of half the school. So, I'm going to see about getting her singing lessons so she can learn to belt it out a bit better and maybe make the musical next year! Don't expect her on Broadway, but I'd like to see her be the best she can be if she wants to be in the musicals like this.
Anyhow...Derek is in Long Island this week.
He was funny on the phone getting there because he's never been to NYC before...neither have I...it's officially 6 hours from our house. I had Mapquest open and was telling him where to turn, etc. He was afraid to take his eyes off the road and look at the map...the roads there and in NJ, he says, make driving in Los Angeles seem like a Sunday drive. He was more than nervous, but I was glad, at least, that he has the NY plates so people will think he's one of them and be less apt to pick on him.
Okay...so....
Monet: Man, I hope they don't close our Michael's!! I love the yarn they have there!! And, for someone that doesn't like Walmart, you sure seem to go there a lot!!
Talitha: What is it about being pregnant that makes us so sick? I remember with both of mine I was nauseaus. Before I knew I was PG with Shelley, I felt so sick to my stomach and tired. I went to the doctor because I was convinced I had a fatal disease and he said, "Oh...it's not fatal...you're just pregnant!" Which, just that news nearly gave me a heart attack. As if the words "just" and "pregnant" should ever be used in the same sentence.
Anyhow...do you actually stay sick throughout your pregnancies or does it die down after a while? Here's a little funny for you (and everyone else) to cheer you up:
HOW THE BIRTH ORDER OF YOUR CHILDREN CHANGES THE WAY THINGS ARE DONE:
Your Clothes:
1st baby: You begin wearing maternity clothes as soon as your OB/GYN
confirms your pregnancy.
2nd baby: You wear your regular clothes for as long as possible.
3rd baby: Your maternity clothes ARE your regular clothes.
Preparing for the Birth:
1st baby: You practice your breathing religiously.
2nd baby: You don't bother because you remember that last time,
breathing didn't do a thing.
3rd baby: You ask for an epidural in your eighth month.
The Layette:
1st baby: You pre-wash newborn's clothes, color-coordinate them, and
fold them neatly in the baby's little bureau.
2nd baby: You check to make sure that the clothes are clean and discard
only the ones with the darkest stains.
3rd baby: Boys can wear pink, can't they?
Worries:
1st baby: At the first sign of distress--a whimper, a frown--you pick up
the baby.
2nd baby: You pick the baby up when her wails threaten to wake your
firstborn.
3rd baby: You teach your three-year-old how to rewind the mechanical
swing.
Pacifier:
1st baby: If the pacifier falls on the floor, you put it away until you
can go home and wash and boil it.
2nd baby: When the pacifier falls on the floor, you squirt it off with
some juice from the baby's bottle.
3rd baby: You wipe it off on your shirt and pop it back in.
Diapering:
1st baby: You change your baby's diapers every hour, whether they need
it or not.
2nd baby: You change their diaper every two to three hours, if needed.
3rd baby: You try to change their diaper before others start to complain
about the smell or you see it sagging to their knees.
Activities:
1st baby: You take your infant to Baby Gymnastics, Baby Swing, and Baby
Story Hour.
2nd baby: You take your infant to Baby Gymnastics.
3rd baby: You take your infant to the supermarket and the dry cleaner.
Going Out:
1st baby: The first time you leave your baby with a sitter, you call
home five times.
2nd baby: Just before you walk out the door, you remember to leave a
number where you can be reached.
3rd baby: You leave instructions for the sitter to call only if she sees
blood.
At Home:
1st baby: You spend a good bit of every day just gazing at the baby.
2nd baby: You spend a bit of everyday watching to be sure your older
child isn't squeezing, poking, or hitting the baby.
3rd baby: You spend a little bit of every day hiding from the children.
Swallowing Coins
1st child: When first child swallows a coin, you rush the child to the
hospital and demand x-rays.
2nd child: When second child swallows a coin, you carefully watch for
the coin to pass.
3rd child: When third child swallows a coin you deduct it from his
allowance
Cindy: Sounds like you've got a nice routine going with the weight training. Keep up the good work!!
Bob:
Solly: I wish I could help you with your painting. I love redecorating!!
Thin: Your trip to the spa sounds fabulous!! Just what all of us need this time of year to break up the pace!!
Munch: It's really hard as we all get older to see our parents and grandparents come to need our help when it seems it was just last week we were dependent on them for this type of help. Just know that you are a rock in your mom's life right now and that she needs you to lean on. In a weird way, it's like you're unfolding a whole new area or chapter of your relationship with your mom where now you're the caretaker and nurturer and she's the dependent one on you. Try to think of it as an honor, of sorts, that you get a chance to show your mom that you are just as capable of taking care of her as she was of taking care of you when you were young and not feeling so good and needed a strong person to lean on. I just have this feeling that I'll be in your shoes some day...my parents are both in their early 70's and something just tells me that one day, one of them will be on their own and I'll be taking care of the one left behind. I hate to think that way, but I also thing I've been mentally preparing for it for a long time. I just hope it's a long way away, but I'll be ready for it, I hope, when it happens!! Anyhow...hugs to you...
you're being an awesome kid to your mom.
Okay, well, gotta run. Talk to you bustin buddies later!!