Hello Robin fans…this is her husband, Terry. I am sitting at her computer downloading some pictures of bad drainage on the side of our yard! (bummer) Sitting here, looking at her blog I could not resist the urge to blog. So, I thought that this video would be something really good to share with you girls…and few guys. It’s a really simple explanation of Twitter. So, enjoy! There is a good chance that Robin might delete this post when she finds it…so if you comment quickly, and encourage her to keep this post that would rock. Gotta run, cya!
This is only a test. However, since my blog was updated, my posts were once again not being picked up by any blog reader.
Would you be so kind as to comment and let me know if this post showed up on your reader and that is why you are here?
If this were an actual emergency, the kids and I would be hiding under the stairs with our new weather radio while Terry would be outside looking for the funnel cloud to hit our house. So he could Twitter it.
The best I ever felt was when Reia was about 18 months old. I had begun a running program with my friend Holly. We would get up three mornings a week a “run” two miles. Frankly, I didn’t like it and I never got to the point of being able to run two miles without stopping. It was usually a lung thing and not “my legs couldn’t handle it” problem. I did, however, look the best I had in a long time.
Fast forward five years. I’m now in the worst shape I’ve ever been in. And yes, I take into account that I have given birth one more time and I’m 36 now. (It does make a difference. ) I’ve been wanting to get back into running, but just really haven’t had the motivation to stick with it. I actually enjoy it at this point, but life has gotten in the way; I’ve come up with one excuse after another….until now.
I saw how good Amanda looked and she just started running within the past year. And I remembered that I used to be very disciplined. I just did it. Even when I didn’t feel like it.
So, my house is still a mess from yesterday’s tornado chaos. (I’ll post pics of that soon!). Reia has ballet tonight, and I need to feed them before we leave. None the less, I was on the treadmill as soon as I got home.
It starts today. I am training for something over Labor Day. Don’t know what yet since I haven’t done the research, but something.
I can, and will look, amazing for the wonderful vacation to Napa Valley Terry and I have planned in July.
Although very windy, the day couldn’t have been more beautiful yesterday. I cleaned, had a friend over for lunch, and then had all kinds of people traipsing through the house fixing stuff under warranty.
When the girls came and asked me if they could play in the mud, I’m not sure I was expecting this:
They were all covered in Oklahoma red clay. Amazingly, it did come out of their clothes. It was totally worth it to see them having that much fun.
What the heck is the audience doing? Waving their hands back and forth in the air on every single performance?? COME.ON. Just as staged as Ryan’s “impromptu” iPhone commercial mid-show.
Last night as I was getting ready to go to bed, I finished putting dishes in the dishwasher and pushed the button so they would be clean and dry when I woke up. I started the oven to self clean the mess I had made earlier during the day so it would be clean when I woke up. I threw Reese’s clothes (that had been pooped in thankyouverymuch) into the washer, and pushed the button so I could throw them into the dryer, and push another button when I woke up.
As I went to bed so many things were being cleaned for me. I thanked God for all of the inventors of the world, and prayed someone would come up with a machine to fold clothes, clean the floors, and scrub the toilets while I was at work…because cleaning is so exhausting. =) I’d so rather just sit outside, drink sweet tea, read a magazine and watch my kids play.
If you’re feeling bad about yourself (body image) please read on and feel a little better….
While discussing family traits with my eighth graders today, one of the girls pops up and says to me, “Ms. Storch, I’m not trying to be perverted or anything, (I should have stopped listening RIGHT THEN) but you have a big ole’ butt for a white girl!”
After she saw the look on my face, she followed it up with, “But that’s good. It’s not dragging the ground or anything like some ladies your age would.”
I feel much better; thank you.
And on that note, I’ll be hitting the gym later today. And possibly turning my resignation in after that.