Category Archives: Family matters

In which we discuss matters of the family.

Eating, Family matters

Resolve

Awhile back I said I was trying to lose some weight. Since then I’ve lost a grand total of half a pound. Not stellar work on my part.

I’ve been doing Weight Watchers via their online program. I should say I’ve been paying for the WW online program, because I certainly haven’t been following it. So I’ve decided I’m going to start going to their meetings again, and I’m going to make more of an effort to post on here about the whole weight-loss scene. Because I know it’s just a terrifically interesting subject.

Anyway.

Amy and I talked this weekend about emailing each other our food journals everyday. I’m going to take it a step further. I’m posting them here.

I was traveling yesterday, so I’m cutting myself a little slack for it being such a wretched day, Points-wise.

Monday, Jan. 29, 2006
Breakfast
Slim Fast chocolate-chip granola bar … 4

Lunch
Chicken Philly from Charley’s steakery … 14

Dinner
Crab wonton … 13 (d’oh!)
Cantonese scallops … 9.5
brown rice … 7.5

over/under
+24 (ouch.)

. . . . . the end . . . . .

Family matters

Best Husband Ever.

Rockford gives wonderful gifts. As much as I love being the recipient of his thoughtfulness, I always feel bad on gifting occasions because he showers me with presents he’s spent months picking out and I inevitably end up giving him a pair of jeans and a DVD or a pack of new socks and a CD.

This year, I wanted to do better. So I thought and thought, and I shopped early, and I got him an iPod. I was thrilled. “No way,” I thought, “will he top this.”

So what does he do? He tops it. (Not that I’m complaining.)

It was a very, very long day of gifting around these parts. There are four little bits here for the holidays, so we took frequent breaks for snacks, naps and meals. We finally reached the end of the pile about 30 minutes ago.

I thought I was done. And here comes Rockford, with a plain white envelope. I opened it and pulled out a plain white sheet of paper, with one sentence written on it: “Say ‘Hello’ to Amy for me.”

And I didn’t get it. I said so. And Rockford said, “You fly to Kansas City on …” and that was all I heard because I was too busy trying not to cry to listen to the specifics.

I’ve been lonely since we moved to Ruraltown, USA. I don’t make friends easily, and it makes it that much harder to meet people when you live 20 minutes away from everything. I miss my friends. I can’t wait to see them.

I love my husband so much.

Thanks, Rockford.

Family matters

Chaos comes in threes

Poppy sometimes feels like a little whirlwind. She’s so active and interested in everything, and it seems like we just go-go-go all day long.

A visit from Sam, Sophie and Wilson helps to put that into perspective.

Where Poppy is go-go-go, my nephews and niece are Go!Go!Go! They’re an enthusiastic, energetic little group, and Everything! They! Do! They! Do! With! Feeling! (and Exclamation Points! Naturally!). And when they’re around, Poppy rachets up her act to GoGoGo. She can’t quite match them yet — it’s her short legs, mostly — but she tries.

They wear me out. They drive me a little nuts sometimes. But they give wonderful hugs, and they say the funniest, weirdest things, and the house is always a little less bright when they leave.