Sunday, December 2, 2012

Sweaty Stuff

So I should be cleaning, decorating our Christmas tree, doing homework or something constructive, but instead I’m watching Ellen and finally blogging after forever and a half. And what a topic I have for anyone reading this today…. Ready?

 It’s….. Sweat.

Yep, that’s right. Sweat.

Strange topic to blog on, absolutely, but I must write what’s been rolling around in my head for the last few hours or I cannot move on to the more constructive items I need to do.

I’ve always had a hate/hate relationship with sweat. I over-sweat all the time. I have to be careful about tops that I buy because certain colors, materials etc. and I will sweat through them before I get to where I’m going.

It’s embarrassing, but I deal with it… and until a recent conversation with a girlfriend, I thought I was the only one who had this problem.

So I battle with the problem that I have been handed. I work around it, I make do.

I have tried a wide array of different deodorants, liners etc. All to no avail.

I have hated this problem and been embarrassed by it for as long as I can remember And, I should point out that when I sweat in tops, I don’t smell, but it is noticeable, as you can imagine.

Today as I was leaving the gym, I looked at myself and noticed the noticeable rings of sweat marks around my shirt… and I felt pride.

Pride that I continue to push myself over and over at the gym in the goal of losing weight, maintaining health and continuing to make goals, meet them and set new ones.

Pride that I worked out so hard that I sweat through my shirt.

Pride that I went to the gym on a Sunday, when I could have stayed in all day long eating Oreos.

I had my first prideful moment regarding my sweat, and I had to share.

You’re welcome.

Random ramblings from my mind to your eyes,


Sunday, January 22, 2012

One of those weekends....

At the start of this weekend, I was stuck in a snowstorm in Chicago with the Doodle, missing her opportunity to be in a Band-Aid commercial and fly to LA, where she would meet the Bieber and I would meet Ellen... Hey, it could happen!

I was so thankful to get home safely... in one piece, and the joy I felt when picking up Blythe and John made me so very happy!

We had such a good weekend and I had to share some of the highlights on my blog.... So here we go, Picture Parade!!

The Doodle in good spirits, reading the Nook as we sat in traffic on 290 for HOURS!

John taking his role of "Man of the House" very seriously when he got up Saturday morning, put on his winter gear and went out to shovel the steps... I kept snapping pictures... he's such a good boy!

Blythe had 3 friends over, Kiara, Kori and Ariana and we all went to Xavier's Birthday Party at the LaPorte roller rink! I never even knew of the place, but am definitely returning! It was so much fun... it had been YEARS since I'd been on roller skates, but it was Awesome none the less!

The Doodle skating along:

My babies! They are so cute!

Impromptu kissing fest.... I love this picture though I'm devoid of makeup... Moving on....

Chicken Dance... Oh Yeah!

All the girls!


More skating!

Awesome weekend, awesome kids, awesome life!

Also, today is my Mama's birthday and we did not get a chance to get together.... we'll be celebrating in 2 weeks! I love you Mom!

Thursday, January 19, 2012

My Bro & I

For my first Assignment in Child Psychology this semester the Professor asked us the following:

Describe the major traits you share with each of your siblings. What major traits are very different for you and your siblings? Which ones do you believe are biologically based, and which ones do you think are the result of your environment? How do you explain the differences, given you have the same parents and grew up in the same family?

Once I started typing, it flowed and I knew it would become a blog post... I'm so blessed to be surrounded by a family that is Amazing.

I have one brother who is 3 years younger than me. We are very similar in appearance, people who knew him would recognize me as Charlie’s sister on the street. It has taken me aback more than once. We share the same facial features and shape though mine are more feminine and his are more masculine. Obviously, these physical similarities would be biologically based.

Though we were similar in looks and close as siblings go, we both excelled in different areas. I am an avid reader, fascinated by the written word and devoured books as if I was starving. My brother was extremely agile and had a superior athletic ability. Anything he picked up, he could do. Once when we went ice skating I fell for about 10 minutes straight, he took off like he’d been doing it for years. He is also an excellent artist, which runs in our family.

These differences are a mix of nature and nurture. We were very close to my mother’s side of the family and when we all got together, you could clearly see the love of music, reading, art, athletics weaved throughout our family… Charlie and I seemed to gravitate to our own specialties, if you will. I was always green with envy by his natural ability to do anything, but perhaps he was envious of my talkability and love of books and music.

I would frequently wonder what “ability” I got from my family. My brother seemed to get them all. My grandmother is an amazing woman… she paints, draws, cooks, plays guitar and piano, crochets, knits and in general is one of the most inspirational women I have been blessed to have in my life.

My mother also has “mad skills,” in which she paints, cooks, draws, plays instruments, sings beautifully and shares my love of reading… or perhaps gave me my love of reading.

I grew up surrounded by a talented family, one in which the world was a blank canvas with endless possibilities.

When it comes to the nature vs. nurture debate, I believe you cannot truly have one without the other. We may be inborn with certain qualities but unless it is nurtured, how could we ever reach our true potential?

Wednesday, January 18, 2012


As a parent there are “moments” that floor you, ones that make you laugh so hard you start snorting (or at least I do), moments that take our breath away, moments that you will remember forever, moments that make you so very thankful every single day you’ve been blessed and moments that startle you and really make you reflect.

This story is one of those reflection moments.

Earlier this week, it was just B and me. We were on our way to the store for potato soup fixings and she asked me this:

“Mom, do all grown ups worry about being fat? Because I don’t want to be like that.”


Well, ummmmm....


It took me a moment, but then I asked her why she thought that. She proceeded to tell me that I along with at least 2 other women she knows constantly frets about being fat and we aren’t.... so why would we all be so concerned over it?


Well, you know I had just been talking about this... I mean, I took an awesome course on Sociology of the Body last semester... I learned so much, really loved the class, but obviously carried my weight issues with me all the way through without really considering what I was passing on down to my girls.

I don’t want my girls to look at themselves the way I look at myself in the mirror.

I wish I didn’t look at myself in the mirror the way I do.

So, as a resolution for 2012 and beyond (2 weeks late but better late than never), I will work to not be so harsh with myself, to appreciate the beauty that others see, and to say something positive about myself every day.

I’m not doing it just for me, though that in itself is a good enough reason.

The realization of the message I was sending to my children was startling, eye-opening and obviously much needed.

I’m so thankful that B speaks to me frankly and knows that she can always ask me anything. I’m glad she opened my eyes to what I do to myself and in turn, what I’m passing to them.

So here we go:

Positive Affirmation #1: I’m amazing... I have the tattoo to prove it.