Thursday, June 28, 2012

The back porch

When my days are full of people, meetings, instant messages, texts, and everyone needing something now from me, an evening in the back porch is my "Red Bull". While I dream of a backyard with some sort of water feature, a palette of flowers, and a comfy, all weather lounge chair, I really have just a rod iron table and bouncy chair, a grill, and a lavender plant that has begged to be watered in the 100* heat. But once the sun is just a rose colored memory, I sit. And enjoy the locusts, the hum of the air conditioner that is working overtime, and the frogs who are looking for dinner. There is something to be said for quiet. I don't get to experience it enough. Or I'm too busy to grab it when I see it. There is nothing more I like about summer than sitting on the back porch and looking into the night sky. And wondering if the star light I see is from a star that is but a memory now.

U'll take it over a can of Red Bull any day.

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Perspective

The hardest thing I've ever done in my life is being a mom.  The pressure is always there.  I can't let my guard down for a second.  I do.  But I shouldn't.  Because I have these 3 little moldable people, looking at me, to show them the way.  But the truth is, I get tired.  And unfortunately, after work, they get whats left of me.  And let me tell you, there's not a whole lot left. I think I've lost sight of what is important.  I've forgotten what my single most important job is here on this earth. 

My kids are growing fast.  They will all be in school all day next year.  My time is limited with them.  Its not New Years Day, or someone's birthday, or some significant event in my life.  But I'm going to make a deal with myself.  I'm going to save my best, for my kids.  I'm going to make sure the majority (I can't be perfect, you know) of the things I model for them, will be honorable, full of character, and noble.  Its a tall order.  But I only get one shot.  And they only get one mom.

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Date night

I am the biggest Lady Antebellum fan ever. Ever I tell you. But I'm not a psycho obsessive fan. Just a love their music fan. So when Andy surprised me with tickets to their concert last week, just because, I might add, I was freaking out.
Now either your a concert person, or your not. And while I'm quick to admit Andy and I don't have a whole lot in common, the fact that we love concerts is one of the few things we do have in common. There is just something about singing along with the real singers and not with my CD. So I was quick to video some of my ultimate favorite songs. And I figured that the music was so loud the video would not pick up my voice but theirs. Well, I was wrong. My totally awesome videos have me singing very loudly, and not always in key. Good thing Andy doesn't sing and videoed a couple of my Favs too.
Thanks Andy for the just because gift! You made my year!

I love you Lady A.

Saturday, February 25, 2012

The treadmill

I have a love/hate relationship with the treadmill.  Most people hate it.  Its a necessary evil for me if I am going to make it to the OKC Memorial Half Marathon.  If I can't get myself up at 445am.  Which is more often than not, I'm stuck with the treadmill on my lunch hour.  In fact, this week, my motivation to get out of bed early one morning, was because I did not want to spend my lunch hour on the treadmill.  But it only happened once.

Yesterday, it was Friday.  Friday's are hard for me to focus.  I don't know why.  Well, I do know why.  Because its the day before the weekend.  I have a hard time focusing on work, or anything for that matter. Let alone, getting in a run.  But because I'm a slacker,and had taken more "rest" days then I was alotted, I knew I had to hit the treadmill at lunch.  It ended up being a late one, and that was fine with me.  So I got to the gym about 115.  There wasn't a soul in there.  I totally scored.  I love it when I get the gym all to myself.  So I got up on the treadmill...hit start...and I was off.

Now if your a runner, you will identify with this.  If your not, you won't.  But indulege me for just a second.  There is this time, in a run, when all the sudden, everything just seems to click.  It doesn't happen every run, but when it does, its so worth it.  You feel like its effortless, and you could seriously go forever.  That rarely happens to me on the treadmill.  But yesterday, it did.  The songs on my ipod were my favorites, there was no one in the gym to make me self conscious, and I felt like I could go on forever.  I didn't of course, I only had time for 35 minutes, but I take what I can get.

Happy Treadmill Running.