Thursday, April 14, 2011

Some More

Lately I have been running, running and running some more.  In January, Manheim got a gym this after a three year stint with nothing.  Having been a gym goer almost all my life, these 3 years were rough.  The first day they accepted memberships, I marched myself right in there and signed my year contract.  It's been happily ever after since.  Well sort of.

I don't mind working out, in fact, I love it.  But I have never been the world's best, fastest, or willing runner.  But I had a goal here.  I wanted to lose 20 lbs this year.  And anyone knows that when push comes to shove it is all about running to slim down.  Well at least that is what I have been told.

So now I run.  I run when I feel good, when I don't want to, and before and after I have worked out in other the ways that I like to.  I run everyday Monday thru Friday.  So now three and a half months in how much weight have I lost.  Well 1 lb.  Yeah it's frustrating and it sucks.  But I have lost inches so I haven't despaired entirely only partially.

But you know what I discovered?  No it is not that I love to run. I still sort of hate it.  But that I am learning to enjoy certain aspects of running.  I am learning to enjoy the mind numbing time spent on the treadmill.  Because truly some days I think of nothing for that hour except for stepping one foot in front of the other.  I am learning to enjoy competing against myself to run further than I have the day, week, and month before.  Tuesday that was 8.25 miles in 84 minutes and 50 some seconds.   Yesterday, when I had less time to run I ran for speed, 1.25 miles in 10 minutes even.  That's an 8 minute flat mile folks.  So to realize I am achieving goals I haven't met since high school is awesome.  And that in and of itself sort of makes me happy about the running, even if I am not happy about the actual running.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Tourette's

Yeah I'm pretty sure Kody has this.  Because randomly he will shout out words such as poop head, boob, or butt and burst into a fit of giggles.  Today as I was dropping him off at the gym daycare and right as I was heading out the door out of the clear blue he shouts, "No, I love you!"  An female employee laughs and says "Don't you just love when they shout I love you at you."  To this I have to say yes, because it beats half the other stuff he is shouting.  Tourette's or a boy thing?  You tell me.

Monday, April 11, 2011

Pain is Weakness Leaving the Body

I don't believe in weakness.  Okay maybe I do a little but I fight it anytime I see it rear its ugly face at me.  So today when we were at the park and Kody told me he had to go poo, I wanted to die.  I said that we could use the Portopotty and he promptly declined and decided to hold it.  After a couple of minutes he decided he would after all use that Portopotty.  As we walked towards it, I chanted -in my head of course- "Okay Mary you can do this.  Don't show Kody it's a big deal and he won't think it's a big deal.  Don't pass your squeamishness down to your kids.  Your tough, okay let's do this."

We get the whole way to the door I open and am relieved to find there is no stench and look down to make sure Kody makes the step up into it and that is when I notice not one but three sets of feces on the floor.  "Oh no way Kody.  You are not going in there.  Forget that."  Who does that?  Seriously gross.  And who should be cleaning that up.  Let's get on that!  And this folks is why I will not use public restrooms.  I just can't!  Call me weak.

Saturday, April 9, 2011

Kaji Machi Lounge

Yeah that is the name of the karaoke joint I just finished at.  It's in Harrisburg and it's the basement of a Benihana, yeah the Asian chain restaurant.  It was a great time. 
 Heather was our fearless leader and even engaged this random older fella in a little dance during his song.  But her performance of "Glamorous" by Fergie was to die for including language edits.
 Eight of us sang our hearts out including these two! 
There were some brilliant moments.
Nothing was funnier than our mix master and DJ extraordinaire. 
Yeah she looked like this all night as she spun the records.
My personal highlight was going to the bar for a water and some random dude saying to his buddy,
"See I told she isn't 21 yet."  Sweetness! 

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Noteworthy

  • Isn't it amazing how Kesha can somehow incorporate the word glitter into every song?  But still I love her music.
  • Travis the other day surprised me at the gym.  He stopped at the front desk and [Matt] only half paying attention was like you can go back and look for her.  Travis came back to the front and was like she is not back there.  The guy was like who are you looking for now fully paying attention.  When Travis ellaborated that it was me(Mary) the guy panicked. (this is his version of events as told to me)  Oh man I like you.  I had to cover for you so your husband didn't think you were cheating on him. But I couldn't come up with any credible story.  But then [Hannah] was like she is back in the Spin room. *Names have been changed to protect the individuals involved in the story  Thanks your a good friend, I guess.  Let's just say I cleared it all up for Matt though.  I'm not cheating, no need to cover.
  • When we first moved here people would always talk about my "stair step" children.  I had never heard the phrase but once it was explained I understood the expression.  This picture from the other day perfectly illustrates their point I guess. 
  • For Lent, I gave up eating after 7pm.  And now I dream about food.  A LOT!

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

My Life Today

Busy!
finished painting the hallway.
now i just need to take all the tape down.

80's flashback day at the gym.  (more pics)
although these are some of my gym besties i have to wonder how i got stuck next to two size 2 girls. 
oh well it's a good reminder why i go to the gym.
for teacher appreciation week i made issac's teacher and teacher's aide dinner.
holy my kitchen is a wreck.
no worries it's already all cleaned up.

Monday, April 4, 2011

My Parents Taught Me...

...lots of things, but the thing that I keep thinking about lately is how my parents taught me how to be rich.  Let me start by saying that we are blessed, but we don't make tons of money.  And I think I feel so richly blessed not only because of our financial means, but just as equally because of our happy, loving home.  Travis told me a story when we were dating; we had been discussing income and what kind of income expectations we had for life.  Now not all people cover these topics so thoroughly but we did. Call me a girl scout, call him an Eagle Scout, we wanted to be prepared for marriage and really did cover pretty much every topic.  Anyway...he said when he was younger he would occasionally ask his mom, "Are we rich?"  She would always reply, "Yes, Travis we are.  We are rich with love."  When he originally told me this story I chuckled a little, thought it was corny a lot, but mainly liked the idea of keeping financial information from the kids.  Something we immediately decided to adopt for our future family.  Now that I am older this story seems far less corny and much more wisdom packed.  A loving family life seems to make up for a world of other shortcomings in my book and in this way our family really is rich.

But today's post is also about the good old fashioned dollar, the actual green kind and my parents teaching me how to collect them and become rich.  First and foremost my parents taught me how to work.  I am being serious when I say this.  Our weekday afternoons were filled with a chore list my mom would have ready by the time we would come home from school, our Saturdays we would spend from waking to dinnertime engaged in hard work.  On special occasions we would end this labor filled day with KFC or Chinese food making these days a treat despite having worked so hard.  And my summers were filled with working from sun up (at least it seemed that way) until well into the afternoon.  Literally my sister and I would eat Grapenuts every morning for breakfast trying to delay the start of work because it took us longer to eat than any other breakfast food we had found.  After many grueling hours in the garden, canning, and laboring we would end up at the Lake Club, a nearby private lake for swimming, canoeing, playing, etc...But not first without wearing ourselves out.  On those days my parents didn't have enough chores for us to do, my dad had a pile of leftover bricks and cement blocks he would have us move around the yard at will to fill the working hours.  Not being afraid of hard work always pays off and for those women out there who will someday primarily reside in the home and have less impact on what is being brought home know this, if you value hard work likely your spouse will have to have that virtue - at least that was the case for me.

Second my parents taught me about working smart.  Hard work can be grunt work unless you are working smart.  Working smart for me starts with a good education and I believe whole heartedly in a college education, no exceptions.  Additionally know what your priorities are in working smart.  If you care more about money than all else well than choose whatever pays the highest year after year.  But if you are like my husband and I it was equally important that we had good amounts of family time, a predictable schedule and flexibility to get away without too much notice.  This helped shape our career choices and likewise our income.  And no matter what you choose to do work smart and become the expert in that area - then you will always be in demand.

And last but not least, spend less than you earn.  I really don't care how much you make and how much you feel like this is an impossibility; it is possible - end of story.  There is no story about how little you make or family circumstance that will have me understanding your point of view.  I guarantee I have been there, I have done it.  And for those who really want to feel rich on any income I say budget.  Show me a person who budgets and I will show you someone who doesn't worry about money.  Living on less than you make is a great principle, living on a budget is a fantastic one.  When budgeting your family's income there are a million and one ways to do it, but...I will share mine.  Do everything in percentages.  For example, 25% of money is taxes, 15% is donated, 15% is saved, and live on 45% daily.  That 45% breakdown could be 25% is put towards a house, 10% is used for fixed and necessary bills, 10% is used for flexible and most easily adjusted bills.  Of that last 10% some of it can be fun money or personal money as you and your spouse decide but not always is it there.  But let me promise you this, if you work off your budget for a couple of months you will find the room for fun money.  I promise!  And note that not all people feel like these percentages would work for them especially if you are making less it might be hard to save that much, but a firm disciplined lifestyle in spending will lead you down the road to financial success. 

Last of all practice, practice and make your kids practice.  I have a three year old who gets allowance.  Some say that is ludicrous, but he is also the same boy who buys birthday presents for friend's parties, his siblings' Christmas gifts, and vacation souvenirs all from his own money.  He may need a lot of help making wise choices and getting the concepts now, but by age 9 like Bella he'll probably be a pro.  At least that is the goal.  Here's to green living, the old fashioned way!