Sunday, February 24, 2013

Crazy thoughts

I just read the post I made yesterday.  Just wanna say - I was thinking some crazy stuff yesterday.   While I was typing the post - I was also texting my daughter R and fighting with her.  So, it was a little crazy.  I apologize.

It all KINDA goes together, but I have some random ways of thinking. 

Anywhoo...just wanted to explain myself.

PH

Saturday, February 23, 2013

I will gladly pay you on Tuesday.

Not sure how many read my blog - and especially how many would even know where this line even came from.   Popeye the cartoon in case you want to know. 

Sometimes I HATE HATE HATE money.  Okay - I lied.  Most of the time I HATE HATE HATE money.   Root of all evil.  Yes sir.  or Yes mam'.  

Money is the number one cause of fights in our house.  Fortunately after 20+ years of being together we are finally starting to jive a little bit paying bills together and actually communicating what we are spending.

Why did it take us so long to figure that out?   Now don't get me wrong - there are still a few things he doesn't know when it comes to my money...and there are still ALOT of things I don't know when it comes to his money.  But we have finally matured enough in our relationship to call some of it OUR money.

I really wish merchants (or stores in case that is too old fashioned) accepted barter trade still.  

So, what got me to this post?
I finally found a set of barstools that I really, really want for my kitchen breakfast bar.  They were actually at a second-hand store, but there were three of them (which is exactly what I need)...
And now I can't stop thinking about how I can afford to get them.  They were actually really, really cheap, but I don't have the extra money this month for them. 

Getting paid once a month is definitely not easy.  And we always get paid on a Tuesday. 

So, I will scrounge together some money - I have a lady interested in buying a few vintage items from me too, and maybe I will be able to get them. 

And then I will sand them and restain them. 

Until Tuesday.
PH

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Kick in the pants....

Welp.
I did it, I finally went back to my exercise class.  I haven't been avoiding it on purpose - really.  There have been ball games and school activities.  It was moved from Wednesday nights to Monday nights and MONDAYS are so busy. 
But finally basketball season is slowed down - so I was able to go.

The first 30 minutes was Zumba.  Did great - was actually surprised how much energy I had through the class. 
The second 30 minutes was circuit training - T style.  T is our instructor.  Let me just tell ya - when you go from working out quite often, to not working out and you are overweight and have foot problems it can be a struggle. 

I am a very competitive person and I almost refuse EVER to be outdone.  But the older I get the more I realize that I do have limitations. 
So...in this circuit training we do burpees, lunges, box squats or diamond jumps, jumping jacks and paper plates.  (I will explain later ...) then we walk a lap around the gym, run a lap, walk a lap and start all over.  We do this as many times as we can until the 30 minutes is up. 

My very bestest friend also takes the class and she works out EVERY day.  She is in super condition.  I wish I had the time and dedication to do the same. 

I got really, really frustrated with myself that night.  Pretty much just about threw my hands in the air and gave up.  Instructor T - told me - FOCUS - quit shaking your head no and find your focus and the reason you are here. 
So as I fought through the tears and the frustration to continue and started running my lap my best friend comes up beside me and tells me to stop being like that.  Suck it up and get moving. 

Man! Did I need that kick in the pants.   From both of those ladies.  I have really been frustrated with my weight lately.  So, I found my center and my focus and carried on.  Nope, I wasn't as fast as my friend, in fact, I was the slowest in the class.  But I finished as many circuits as my tired, overweight body could do. 
Was I pleased? NO.  But that just makes me want to do it more next week to improve and fight for myself again. 

Cause that is what that kick in the pants did - it made me realize I am fighting for myself and what I want.

Done feeling sorry for myself.
PH