So we are already half way through March...let's check in to see how I am doing so far on my 2010 goals that I posted on January 1st.
1. make time to exercise --- NOPE
2. get my family on a healthier diet -- NOPE
3. finish my teaching license --- I'm student teaching right now
4. get a full-time teaching job --- NOPE
5. sorry, but this one's a secret --- NOT EVEN CLOSE
Wow...not looking to good for the Katester! I could make a bunch of excuses, but I won't. Instead, I have decided to tackle just ONE of those goals right now & boy is it a doozy. To be honest, I'm not even going to tackle the whole goal...just one aspect of the goal.
For those of you closest to me, you know about my drinking problem. I drink an absolutely insane amount of Diet Mountain Dew. I got hooked while I was making my long commute back and forth from Canton to Cleveland for over 2 years. I LOVE the stuff and can't start my day without it...but it doesn't end there. I don't just drink a can in the morning to kick-start my day. Nope. I drink 3 or 4 cans in the morning and then a few more during the day finishing up with a couple in the early evening (none right before bed...even I'm not that crazy). So, why do I tell you all this? Drum roll please................
I have decided to stop drinking pop.
Not cut back - but stop!!! No more Diet Mountain Dew (I almost can't type the words). So far, I've only been up a couple of hours and I am already completely dragging and crabby without my Dew. I have a feeling this is going to be rough...poor Bill!
So for those of you who may see or talk to me today - watch out - this isn't going to be pretty!
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
I know...I'm the worst blogger ever, right? Every day an idea pops into my head and I think - remember to blog about this tonight - and then the day gets away from me. If only there were a few more hours in the day.
Student teaching is going really well, but that's not really what today's blog is about. I decided to wear a knee length skirt today to school. The weather was nice and I was sick of wearing pants (that doesn't sound exactly right, but you know what I mean). I felt fairly sassy in my little outfit as I entered the school, but quickly realized that today was going to be filled with countless awestruck looks by little eyes. Just for the record, this doesn't bother me. I went through my day, answering questions from curious little minds, almost like a walking science exhibit.
Again, this doesn't really bother me...well, not too much anyway. Yes, there is a part of me that gets a little weary of being treated like a side-show. And of course, I would LOVE to have my old leg back. But, since my magic wand isn't working, that's not looking too likely. Here's the thing - in a lot of ways I prefer days when I am wearing shorts or a skirt. At least on those days people can see my leg and know why I am walking oddly. With one quick glance they say: "Oh, she has an artificial leg" (or as kids call it: a robot leg...that never gets old). In contrast, on days when the leg is covered, I actually feel more self-conscious because I know people are looking at me and wondering: why is she walking like that? What's wrong with her? On those days, I almost wish I had a tshirt that said: Fake leg. Get over it!
So today was pretty liberating. At least now everyone in the school knows why I walk so bizarrely and they can stop speculating. I will confess though that there is a part of me, the ornery part of me, that still has to suppress the urge to say: "shark attack" when people ask me - so,how did you lose your leg? What can I say...I'm rotten.
Student teaching is going really well, but that's not really what today's blog is about. I decided to wear a knee length skirt today to school. The weather was nice and I was sick of wearing pants (that doesn't sound exactly right, but you know what I mean). I felt fairly sassy in my little outfit as I entered the school, but quickly realized that today was going to be filled with countless awestruck looks by little eyes. Just for the record, this doesn't bother me. I went through my day, answering questions from curious little minds, almost like a walking science exhibit.
Again, this doesn't really bother me...well, not too much anyway. Yes, there is a part of me that gets a little weary of being treated like a side-show. And of course, I would LOVE to have my old leg back. But, since my magic wand isn't working, that's not looking too likely. Here's the thing - in a lot of ways I prefer days when I am wearing shorts or a skirt. At least on those days people can see my leg and know why I am walking oddly. With one quick glance they say: "Oh, she has an artificial leg" (or as kids call it: a robot leg...that never gets old). In contrast, on days when the leg is covered, I actually feel more self-conscious because I know people are looking at me and wondering: why is she walking like that? What's wrong with her? On those days, I almost wish I had a tshirt that said: Fake leg. Get over it!
So today was pretty liberating. At least now everyone in the school knows why I walk so bizarrely and they can stop speculating. I will confess though that there is a part of me, the ornery part of me, that still has to suppress the urge to say: "shark attack" when people ask me - so,how did you lose your leg? What can I say...I'm rotten.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
A Good Daddy
You know those days where you wake up and you can just feel that it isn't going to be a great day? Maybe you don't feel well or you have something troubling on your mind...or all of the above. Yesterday was one of those days for me. I woke up with a horrible headache - the kind that makes you feel almost nauseous. My morning routine seemed off: I was running late making lunches and getting the kids out of the door. And to top it all off we had a mountain of snow outside and it was snowing AGAIN! Usually, after a couple of Diet Mountain Dews I catch my stride but not yesterday. I resigned myself to the fact that it was just going to be "one of those days."
I made it through the day at the school where I am student teaching and rushed out to the parking lot to hurry home before Will got off the bus. My car was covered in snow...ugh...and I almost slipped about a dozen times while trying to clean it off. Usually, Will's transportation van brings him home at 3:30 and with how slow traffic was moving due to the snow-covered roads, I was just going to make it home in time. Exhale!
I arrived home to find that my adorable 1-year old puppy had chewed up a couch cushion leaving white fluff all over my house! The day was just getting better and better.
3:30 came and went with no sign of the van. I figured snow was slowing them down too, but I was still getting nervous. Finally, at 4:00 my little man arrived home safely and I knew we had to hurry to pick up his sister at preschool. Without even letting him take his coat off, I rushed Will through the house and out the back door to get in the car. The snow was really coming down as I shuffled my way into Jessica's school. I gathered up Jessica and her rushed her out to the car.
The evening came and went and it was finally bed time for the squirts. Right before bed Bill said to me: "where's David?" David is Jessica's stuffed dragon. She sleeps with him EVERY night, takes him to school, takes him in the car...you get the point. She says he is her best friend and she LOVES him dearly. He goes everywhere that she goes. I looked at Bill and in an instant I knew - David was still at school in Jessica's cubby. I hadn't grabbed him! We both knew this was going to be bad.
As if on cue, Jessica says: "Daddy, where's David?" I tried to explain to her that David was at school in her cubby. She started crying. We tried to console her but she kept saying: "But David will be so scared." My heart was breaking. Nothing would console her. We got her in bed, tears still flowing, and Bill said goodnight giving me a good luck look. I laid there with her trying to comfort her but she was heartbroken and so was I. I told her Mommy was sorry for leaving David at school - and to make me feel even worse she said: "It's o.k. Mommy. I love you."
An eternity passed - or so it felt - and the bedroom door slowly opened. Bill walked in holding David. I have never seen such absolute relief and joy on a child's face as I saw at that moment. Daddy had saved the day. Bill had gotten in the car and driven to the school hoping to convince a janitor to let him in. He had knocked and knocked and waited and waited until a nice woman came walking out the door carrying trash. He explained his problem and she said she would go look for David.
Long story short -- too late, I know -- my horrible day had the most amazing ending. All little girls should be so lucky as to have a Daddy as wonderful as my husband. He would do anything for his little girl even if it meant standing in the freezing snow pounding on a school door just to get a stuffed animal. He truly saved the day.
I made it through the day at the school where I am student teaching and rushed out to the parking lot to hurry home before Will got off the bus. My car was covered in snow...ugh...and I almost slipped about a dozen times while trying to clean it off. Usually, Will's transportation van brings him home at 3:30 and with how slow traffic was moving due to the snow-covered roads, I was just going to make it home in time. Exhale!
I arrived home to find that my adorable 1-year old puppy had chewed up a couch cushion leaving white fluff all over my house! The day was just getting better and better.
3:30 came and went with no sign of the van. I figured snow was slowing them down too, but I was still getting nervous. Finally, at 4:00 my little man arrived home safely and I knew we had to hurry to pick up his sister at preschool. Without even letting him take his coat off, I rushed Will through the house and out the back door to get in the car. The snow was really coming down as I shuffled my way into Jessica's school. I gathered up Jessica and her rushed her out to the car.
The evening came and went and it was finally bed time for the squirts. Right before bed Bill said to me: "where's David?" David is Jessica's stuffed dragon. She sleeps with him EVERY night, takes him to school, takes him in the car...you get the point. She says he is her best friend and she LOVES him dearly. He goes everywhere that she goes. I looked at Bill and in an instant I knew - David was still at school in Jessica's cubby. I hadn't grabbed him! We both knew this was going to be bad.
As if on cue, Jessica says: "Daddy, where's David?" I tried to explain to her that David was at school in her cubby. She started crying. We tried to console her but she kept saying: "But David will be so scared." My heart was breaking. Nothing would console her. We got her in bed, tears still flowing, and Bill said goodnight giving me a good luck look. I laid there with her trying to comfort her but she was heartbroken and so was I. I told her Mommy was sorry for leaving David at school - and to make me feel even worse she said: "It's o.k. Mommy. I love you."
An eternity passed - or so it felt - and the bedroom door slowly opened. Bill walked in holding David. I have never seen such absolute relief and joy on a child's face as I saw at that moment. Daddy had saved the day. Bill had gotten in the car and driven to the school hoping to convince a janitor to let him in. He had knocked and knocked and waited and waited until a nice woman came walking out the door carrying trash. He explained his problem and she said she would go look for David.
Long story short -- too late, I know -- my horrible day had the most amazing ending. All little girls should be so lucky as to have a Daddy as wonderful as my husband. He would do anything for his little girl even if it meant standing in the freezing snow pounding on a school door just to get a stuffed animal. He truly saved the day.
Monday, February 1, 2010
Katie's Random Thoughts for Today
1. Saw the best vanity license plate ever: ILRD8U
2. Why is it that when I lay down with Jessica to get her to sleep, I have to fight to stay awake while I fight to get her to sleep?
3. John Edwards is a complete slime ball
4. Feed me and Love me - if only people were as easy to please as dogs.
5. Last season of Lost is about to begin - I've loved it - the ending better not be lame and leave a bunch of unanswered questions
6. My favorite way someone has asked me about my leg: "so what's the deal with the leg?" I'm not even kidding - that's how she asked
7. If given the choice: no Internet for the rest of my life or no chocolate...I'd really have to think about it, but in the end I'm sure I'd realize: "life without chocolate...what's the point?"
8. At a cheerleading competition this weekend - Jessica and I waited with our squad as the team before us finished up. They were an amazing high school squad and I thought to myself: "I bet if I still had my leg I could still do all of that!" Since we'll never really know, let's just assume I was right:-)
9. There is no better feeling than holding a child as they drift peacefully off to sleep.
10. There is nothing sexier than a man who is totally "in-to" you and not afraid to show it -- you can keep your "hard-to-get"..."totally stand-offish"..."you're lucky to have him"...acting guys -- what are you ladies thinking?
2. Why is it that when I lay down with Jessica to get her to sleep, I have to fight to stay awake while I fight to get her to sleep?
3. John Edwards is a complete slime ball
4. Feed me and Love me - if only people were as easy to please as dogs.
5. Last season of Lost is about to begin - I've loved it - the ending better not be lame and leave a bunch of unanswered questions
6. My favorite way someone has asked me about my leg: "so what's the deal with the leg?" I'm not even kidding - that's how she asked
7. If given the choice: no Internet for the rest of my life or no chocolate...I'd really have to think about it, but in the end I'm sure I'd realize: "life without chocolate...what's the point?"
8. At a cheerleading competition this weekend - Jessica and I waited with our squad as the team before us finished up. They were an amazing high school squad and I thought to myself: "I bet if I still had my leg I could still do all of that!" Since we'll never really know, let's just assume I was right:-)
9. There is no better feeling than holding a child as they drift peacefully off to sleep.
10. There is nothing sexier than a man who is totally "in-to" you and not afraid to show it -- you can keep your "hard-to-get"..."totally stand-offish"..."you're lucky to have him"...acting guys -- what are you ladies thinking?
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