You know when you wake up and you can feel that the day is just not going to go as planned? I had one of those mornings and I was right! It feels so good to be validated sometimes...
I woke up to one pissed of teenager and another refusing to go to school...again. I proceeded to argue and fight and lower myself to there level for a short time and then just gave up. Some days you just have to give up, its not worth the battle.
After getting instructions from my husband about what kind of baseboards I needed to purchase, I took my measurements to the local Home Depot where I feel like I have visited four times a day for the last two weeks. Once I was inside ( walking in the doors of course farthest away from the lumber, because all locations are layed out different) I found myself struggling to find the right baseboard. I'm squatting down reading UPC codes when of course I get asked if I need any help. This in a small way ticks me off because I'm in here all the time and I usually know what I'm doing. And I'm proud to state I can pretty much find anything in Home Depot with my eyes closed.
I show the guy working there the UPC code I have and that I cannot locate.....he couldn't find it either...this makes me feel better. We wonder over to the computer and he start fulfilling the prophecy of the "bad day"
The don't carry what I'm looking for. Am I sure I got the piece I have from Home Depot? Well, I think so.....where else would he get it from? We never go to Lowes......He went to Lowes.....the guy called for me, matched the UPC codes to them...and I was on my way...after getting paint, brushes, tarp and sandpaper.
I get to Lowes.....get the molding....get to the register.....my debit card wont work...it scans...the lady punches in numbers.....she asked if it was my card....YES! its my card....I go get my purse out of the car to get Tim's ATM card....(car is parked clear on the other side of the parking lot, farthest from the lumber exit...go figure) Tim's card doesn't work...the computer locks up...I write a check...she asks for my drivers license...expired yesterday..my birthday (my stickers coming in the mail) Now she really doesn't believe these are my cards or checks...I feel myself really getting irritated but realize its not her fault that her register is screwy....it all gets done and as she prints out my receipt you see the little pink lines appear on the receipt as it starts coming out....tapes out! Can it get any worse? Why yes, it can.
I make it home....get the first two coats of paint of the baseboards that are now laying across my island in my kitchen.
Ring Ring....Oldest daughter calling in between classes. Her car is dead in the parking lot of the YMCA. So I jump in my car and head down to try to figure whats up with that. The cables to the battery need to be replaced....you can see the corrosion...So I take her to school, call the car place, place a call to Tim to tell him how the days going..ha ha....and now I'm waiting for the tow truck guy to call.......hhhhhmmmmm how long do you think this is going to take?
OK, so I'm half way through the day and nobody has died. That's a positive right?
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
No U-Turns
OK, so 39 isn't that bad so far. I only have one child who refuses to go to school this morning, there was no hot water to take a early shower and the dog just tried to bite off my hand while I was trying to remove a sanitary napkin from his mouth. Yeah, its going good so far. ( do other peoples dogs do this? Its a very common occurrence here, very disgusting I might add)
Its so nice that facebook reminds everyone of birthdays. Of course I have my birthday year set at like 1994 or something so I will only be turning 15 this year.....( yeah, I know I already let it slip that I'm 39!)
My daughter asked me if I felt old this morning and I have to admit that it didn't feel as bad as I thought it was going to. Of course next year will be another story. My sister reminded me in a card that I had only 364 days left in my thirties.....lets hope they go slow.
The thirties aren't that bad. While looking through everyones facebook information its interesting to see where everybody is at in their lives. Its also interesting to see what paths people chose to take. There are new moms with new babies, ones like me with children graduating, a few who are grand-parents already. There are people who were crazy in high school who are now missionaries and Reverends. A few are still taking classes to get degrees, business owners and a few adventure seekers. What wild roads we have to choose from.
It seems like its never to late to take another path. The road you start on doesn't have to be the path you finish on. There is always detours to take and pitfalls to avoid..but never U-turns. You cant go back and change the things you have done only move forward. Maybe not in a straight line, what would be the fun in that?
Soooo, I'm going to go out to breakfast, leave my youngest home to sleep (because school is soooo hard and wearing on her, yeah whatever) and enjoy my birthday. I'm going to look down a few roads and try to figure out which road wants to lead me into my 40's. I'm sure there will be a few rest stops along the way..a few detours...hopefully an adventure of two.....and I have exactly 364 days to figure out the map.....
Its so nice that facebook reminds everyone of birthdays. Of course I have my birthday year set at like 1994 or something so I will only be turning 15 this year.....( yeah, I know I already let it slip that I'm 39!)
My daughter asked me if I felt old this morning and I have to admit that it didn't feel as bad as I thought it was going to. Of course next year will be another story. My sister reminded me in a card that I had only 364 days left in my thirties.....lets hope they go slow.
The thirties aren't that bad. While looking through everyones facebook information its interesting to see where everybody is at in their lives. Its also interesting to see what paths people chose to take. There are new moms with new babies, ones like me with children graduating, a few who are grand-parents already. There are people who were crazy in high school who are now missionaries and Reverends. A few are still taking classes to get degrees, business owners and a few adventure seekers. What wild roads we have to choose from.
It seems like its never to late to take another path. The road you start on doesn't have to be the path you finish on. There is always detours to take and pitfalls to avoid..but never U-turns. You cant go back and change the things you have done only move forward. Maybe not in a straight line, what would be the fun in that?
Soooo, I'm going to go out to breakfast, leave my youngest home to sleep (because school is soooo hard and wearing on her, yeah whatever) and enjoy my birthday. I'm going to look down a few roads and try to figure out which road wants to lead me into my 40's. I'm sure there will be a few rest stops along the way..a few detours...hopefully an adventure of two.....and I have exactly 364 days to figure out the map.....
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Redo- What Not To Wear
I was sitting here the other day and was watching one of the now infamous "What Not To Wear" shows. (First I looked around to make sure that there wasn't a hidden camera somewhere up in my plants, hidden amongst the dust bunnies) I retied my over sized sweats, rolled up my husbands sleeves on his old sweatshirt, and settled down to watch them slam some more people on their fashion choices.
As I sat there folding my favorite sweater (which is my husbands also) that I wear more than he does, and placed it on top of my favorite jeans (at least 5 years old) I found myself bonding with this poor lady on the screen. This poor lady, she was just out getting groceries! And they taped her in an outfit that I can probably be seen in any given morning at the grocery store. No makeup, hair under a baseball cap and running shoes.
(I have to admit, I was starting to squirm. I glanced around the room again looking for any sign of cameras or hidden cords. I adjusted my sweatpants again and retied the purple scrunchy in my hair)
They started instructing this poor woman, tugging on her clothes, scrutinizing her sensitive areas, fluffing her hair and I almost knocked over my stack of gym clothes reaching for the tissues I felt so bad for her.
After sending her out into the many "famous" stores (some of which she has probably never been into) with her prepaid credit card, you could feel her stress. A-line, not pleats, v-cut, soft lines, no stripes...don't even go toward that sportswear section! Ugh! The pressure.
By the end of the show I was feeling depressed. But of course after her personal shoppers came to her rescue, that famous hair stylist was done, she had been plucked and puffed and sprayed, she looked awesome! At least 10 years younger, 10 pounds thinner and she didn't have to spend a dime. She has a whole new wardrobe to boot.
Now what I want to see is how she is going to look in about a month. Right after her kids go to school, she needs milk and she hasn't yet gotten to take a shower. I'll envision this because it will make me feel better of course. Oh, I'm sure there might be some remnants of that little "frumpy mom into hot mama" makeover. But I'm hoping that her baseball cap will be in place, her husbands over sized sweatshirt will be back on and she will not have had time to do her makeup.
I will envision this...because I really don't want to face the day when I'm the only one dressed like that at the grocery store. I don't want the day to come where I feel I cant step foot out of my house with no make-up on. On the other hand, if someone wants to come to my house every morning, pick out my clothes, do my hair, put my make-up on, all the while making sure that homework is signed and the dog has been let out, and my workout clothes are folded, I could get used to that. Oh, yeah, and don't forget that credit card, personal shoppers to help me out, nail technicians, and the little surprise reveal every morning after I go through all this trouble. For some reason I don't think the girl at the check out lane at the grocery store is going to make a big deal about how "together" I look every morning and I doubt the people at the gym or gas station really give a crap either.
Ill put my make-up on, I'll do my hair and Ill wear something flattering. But I better be taken out to dinner or something if I'm expected to through all of that.
As I sat there folding my favorite sweater (which is my husbands also) that I wear more than he does, and placed it on top of my favorite jeans (at least 5 years old) I found myself bonding with this poor lady on the screen. This poor lady, she was just out getting groceries! And they taped her in an outfit that I can probably be seen in any given morning at the grocery store. No makeup, hair under a baseball cap and running shoes.
(I have to admit, I was starting to squirm. I glanced around the room again looking for any sign of cameras or hidden cords. I adjusted my sweatpants again and retied the purple scrunchy in my hair)
They started instructing this poor woman, tugging on her clothes, scrutinizing her sensitive areas, fluffing her hair and I almost knocked over my stack of gym clothes reaching for the tissues I felt so bad for her.
After sending her out into the many "famous" stores (some of which she has probably never been into) with her prepaid credit card, you could feel her stress. A-line, not pleats, v-cut, soft lines, no stripes...don't even go toward that sportswear section! Ugh! The pressure.
By the end of the show I was feeling depressed. But of course after her personal shoppers came to her rescue, that famous hair stylist was done, she had been plucked and puffed and sprayed, she looked awesome! At least 10 years younger, 10 pounds thinner and she didn't have to spend a dime. She has a whole new wardrobe to boot.
Now what I want to see is how she is going to look in about a month. Right after her kids go to school, she needs milk and she hasn't yet gotten to take a shower. I'll envision this because it will make me feel better of course. Oh, I'm sure there might be some remnants of that little "frumpy mom into hot mama" makeover. But I'm hoping that her baseball cap will be in place, her husbands over sized sweatshirt will be back on and she will not have had time to do her makeup.
I will envision this...because I really don't want to face the day when I'm the only one dressed like that at the grocery store. I don't want the day to come where I feel I cant step foot out of my house with no make-up on. On the other hand, if someone wants to come to my house every morning, pick out my clothes, do my hair, put my make-up on, all the while making sure that homework is signed and the dog has been let out, and my workout clothes are folded, I could get used to that. Oh, yeah, and don't forget that credit card, personal shoppers to help me out, nail technicians, and the little surprise reveal every morning after I go through all this trouble. For some reason I don't think the girl at the check out lane at the grocery store is going to make a big deal about how "together" I look every morning and I doubt the people at the gym or gas station really give a crap either.
Ill put my make-up on, I'll do my hair and Ill wear something flattering. But I better be taken out to dinner or something if I'm expected to through all of that.
Monday, March 9, 2009
Busy Weekend
We, meaning my husband and myself, started our latest project this weekend. We ripped out the entire entry floor and bathroom......ceramic tiles suck. It wasnt near as bad as we thought it was going to be..and very theraputic.
After a few trips to the local Home Depot store Tim began ripping up the tile. I have to say its pretty cool watching your husband get all grimy and dirty doing manual labor instead of sitting on the computer. It took about an hour and a half for us to get all the tile up, I say us because I actually was allowed to help rip the floor up. I think it was because his back was getting tired from leaning over in an awkward angle, but whatever.
We actually got through this project without any kind of snipping at eachother which was a surprise. I think the biggest issue was attempting to keep the kids and the dogs out of the area as we worked. Our date for Saturday night turned into me running to get Chipolte and beer, but all in all it went well. The tiles were set and all that was left was for him to do the final cuts in the morning.
Morning, my mother calls at 8:OO a.m. by accident thank God. We forgot to turn the clocks forward and realized that is was actually 9:00 a.m. and we had two hours to get the wet saw back to Home Depot.
Ok...we got it done. I found out that I grout better than my husband, and that I am a lot neater also. He worked on cutting the back of our new vanity cabinet so it would fit, and I learned that knee pads are a must when grouting a floor. The grout is not drying as dark as we would like it too, and I am a little irratated with that.
What a busy weekend. And next weekend doesnt look much better. Counter tops have to come off so the new ones can be installed...oh yeah...my toilets still sitting on the back deck...so that has to be put on and the sink has to be reconnected after I finish painting the walls in the bathroom....and there is just a little bit of grouting left to do.......and hes gone again....
Lacrosse practive starts this week, I have to go get my drivers license renewed....etc..etc....I hate Mondays.....
After a few trips to the local Home Depot store Tim began ripping up the tile. I have to say its pretty cool watching your husband get all grimy and dirty doing manual labor instead of sitting on the computer. It took about an hour and a half for us to get all the tile up, I say us because I actually was allowed to help rip the floor up. I think it was because his back was getting tired from leaning over in an awkward angle, but whatever.
We actually got through this project without any kind of snipping at eachother which was a surprise. I think the biggest issue was attempting to keep the kids and the dogs out of the area as we worked. Our date for Saturday night turned into me running to get Chipolte and beer, but all in all it went well. The tiles were set and all that was left was for him to do the final cuts in the morning.
Morning, my mother calls at 8:OO a.m. by accident thank God. We forgot to turn the clocks forward and realized that is was actually 9:00 a.m. and we had two hours to get the wet saw back to Home Depot.
Ok...we got it done. I found out that I grout better than my husband, and that I am a lot neater also. He worked on cutting the back of our new vanity cabinet so it would fit, and I learned that knee pads are a must when grouting a floor. The grout is not drying as dark as we would like it too, and I am a little irratated with that.
What a busy weekend. And next weekend doesnt look much better. Counter tops have to come off so the new ones can be installed...oh yeah...my toilets still sitting on the back deck...so that has to be put on and the sink has to be reconnected after I finish painting the walls in the bathroom....and there is just a little bit of grouting left to do.......and hes gone again....
Lacrosse practive starts this week, I have to go get my drivers license renewed....etc..etc....I hate Mondays.....
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Am I Old Enough To Have A Senior?
I just went yesterday and put in the order for my oldest daughters Senior pictures..
Ugh.
I have a Senior. When did she grow up? When people tell you that your kids grow up fast and to enjoy every moment, believe them. It doesn't seem like she has been on this earth for almost eighteen years. It just seems like yesterday.... (I wont go there, don't worry)
It has been a adventure watching her grow up. It has been interesting to see a child of yours develop friendships, and grow into a adult. Its also amazing that you cant control as much as you think you can. She has her own personality, her own beliefs, her own morals. I might have added to them in some way, but I don't know how.
She is herself.
She has been through ups and downs with friends. She has made sports teams and not. She has talked back to coaches when she shouldn't and held her tongue when she knew it was best. She has stood up for the things she believes, and stood beside friends who have made choices that she herself might not. She has become a young woman who I think has integrity and morals. Could I ask for more?
I'm sure there are things about my daughter that I do not know. I am also positive my own mother did not know everything about me until stories started slipping out over the years....it makes for great Christmas dinner conversation.
I don't think I have to know everything about her. I know what is important. I know I love her. I know I will be devastated when she leaves for college and will cry many tears. But...I also know that she is ready. She is a strong person who maybe has to actually lighten up just a little.
Being the oldest of three she has had to step into the mom shoes a couple of times over her eighteen years. She has set an example for her sisters who look up to her even if they say the hate each other. I think as the oldest you have a lot of responsibility that you don't even realize until you are older.
I wish I could go back and relive just a few days over of her childhood. Those years seem so far behind us. First days of school, cuddling when she was sick, and her endless humor when she was little...all the little comments that we rack our brains trying to remember.
I enjoy her as an adult now. I suppose that means that she has turned out well. I enjoy her coming home and talking to me late at night as she raids the refrigerator. I like hearing the stupid things her and her friends do or have done. I like remembering her and Katie having a donut hole, mouth stuffing contest on the beach in Chicago over the 4th of July......
I love the fact that she is who she is. She never tried to conform to anyone elses standards. She's dyed her hair, she pierced herself, she wants a tattoo when she turns eighteen....shes done fab at school, she has great friends and shes been an excellent friend in return. Could I ask for anything more than that.
The hair dye faded...but she had the experience...that's what has made her what she is today. A young woman,a strong woman, a loving daughter and someones best friend.
I will hate to see her move out of the house. I think it will take some getting used to not having to wait for the door to open sometime after midnight..(if I'm lucky) But Ill know that she is ready for what awaits her. I just hope the world is ready for her..she going to be awesome.
Ugh.
I have a Senior. When did she grow up? When people tell you that your kids grow up fast and to enjoy every moment, believe them. It doesn't seem like she has been on this earth for almost eighteen years. It just seems like yesterday.... (I wont go there, don't worry)
It has been a adventure watching her grow up. It has been interesting to see a child of yours develop friendships, and grow into a adult. Its also amazing that you cant control as much as you think you can. She has her own personality, her own beliefs, her own morals. I might have added to them in some way, but I don't know how.
She is herself.
She has been through ups and downs with friends. She has made sports teams and not. She has talked back to coaches when she shouldn't and held her tongue when she knew it was best. She has stood up for the things she believes, and stood beside friends who have made choices that she herself might not. She has become a young woman who I think has integrity and morals. Could I ask for more?
I'm sure there are things about my daughter that I do not know. I am also positive my own mother did not know everything about me until stories started slipping out over the years....it makes for great Christmas dinner conversation.
I don't think I have to know everything about her. I know what is important. I know I love her. I know I will be devastated when she leaves for college and will cry many tears. But...I also know that she is ready. She is a strong person who maybe has to actually lighten up just a little.
Being the oldest of three she has had to step into the mom shoes a couple of times over her eighteen years. She has set an example for her sisters who look up to her even if they say the hate each other. I think as the oldest you have a lot of responsibility that you don't even realize until you are older.
I wish I could go back and relive just a few days over of her childhood. Those years seem so far behind us. First days of school, cuddling when she was sick, and her endless humor when she was little...all the little comments that we rack our brains trying to remember.
I enjoy her as an adult now. I suppose that means that she has turned out well. I enjoy her coming home and talking to me late at night as she raids the refrigerator. I like hearing the stupid things her and her friends do or have done. I like remembering her and Katie having a donut hole, mouth stuffing contest on the beach in Chicago over the 4th of July......
I love the fact that she is who she is. She never tried to conform to anyone elses standards. She's dyed her hair, she pierced herself, she wants a tattoo when she turns eighteen....shes done fab at school, she has great friends and shes been an excellent friend in return. Could I ask for anything more than that.
The hair dye faded...but she had the experience...that's what has made her what she is today. A young woman,a strong woman, a loving daughter and someones best friend.
I will hate to see her move out of the house. I think it will take some getting used to not having to wait for the door to open sometime after midnight..(if I'm lucky) But Ill know that she is ready for what awaits her. I just hope the world is ready for her..she going to be awesome.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Depression
I suffer from depression. Yes, and I'm not afraid to say that I take medication also. I also get panic attacks if I am not on medication. But taking medication makes me depressed, because I don't like to think that I am living a medicated life. It is a crazy situation.
Its funny that over the years it has become more common for people to talk about depression, anxiety, low self esteem and medications. I remember in my twenty's that we used to make fun of all the women who were on Prozac. It now seems that we are a culture who takes medication for everything. I have been on numerous different things, given to me by numerous doctors who all had numerous opinions. I have been over medicated and I have been under medicated. I have been brushed off and ignored. The saddest thing is that for a few years I felt like a total Guinea pig whenever I went into a doctors office.
I actually started having panic attacks about the age of 28. Out of the blue, no reason. I would be driving in the car with my youngest daughter taking her to preschool and I would have to pull over to the side of the road. I would stop and take my blood pressure at the local Walgreen's because I thought I was having a heart attack. I took a few trips to the emergency room and saw my blood pressure sky rocket...until they gave me something to calm me down....Now dont get me wrong, I didn't go in there a nut case...I actually had pain and felt like I couldn't breathe and my blood pressure was through the roof. I had EKG's done..and then I got sent home.
So..they make you take some pills. No big deal. But then..I started having depression episodes. I would rack my brain, analyze my feelings, judge everything I did until I would just end up a total mess. A little corner of my brain is telling me to stop all this over analyzing crap...but another part is just not letting it go.
Its hard to explain to someone why you are not happy. I usually don't have much to complain about. I feel like I have the same pressures as most people, but sometimes I just cant seem to manage to handle them like I should. My personality I think has always been a strong one, so it bothers me that this is not something that I have been able to think my way out of.
I think one of the things I have to work through is realizing that I cant make anyone happy until I make myself happy. The problem with this is that...that is a problem for most women, not just ones with depression and anxiety. Its a very long process I will tell you that. I am now almost 39 and have been on and off medication for almost ten years. Unfortunately I'm sure I will be battling it for the rest of my life.
Its funny that I can see when I am slipping into a more depressive state,but cant hold it back, it takes on a life of its own. Winter is a killer for me. My close friends tend to see the edginess in me but not the depression. I have over the years been able to "put on a pretty face" when out in a crowd.
I am surprised that when I start talking openly about medications, depression and panic attacks how many people also suffer in some kind of way. It may not be extreme but there are alot of us. I know some people will say just to suck it up and quit complaining, quit crying but its not always that easy. I'm sure there are people who are on medication of some sort or another who do not need to be. But there are plenty of us who do. Its getting to that place where we can talk openly with people about that might make a difference.
I think I'm using this blog today as therapy. So basically I'm using you all. Ive wanted to write about this before, but never really knew what to say. I really don't think that I have written this the best way possible...Ive skimmed over a few things and probably left some things out. Everyone is different. Everyones symptoms are different....Everybody needs something different..but everyone does need a ear to listen. You don't have to fix a friends problem with depression or anxiety or whatever...just be there. Be there to listen not judge. Be there to encourage them to get help. If you see it before they do, ask them...tell them...that you are worried. Just don't judge a person for not being able to handle their emotions. We judge ourselves enough.
Its funny that over the years it has become more common for people to talk about depression, anxiety, low self esteem and medications. I remember in my twenty's that we used to make fun of all the women who were on Prozac. It now seems that we are a culture who takes medication for everything. I have been on numerous different things, given to me by numerous doctors who all had numerous opinions. I have been over medicated and I have been under medicated. I have been brushed off and ignored. The saddest thing is that for a few years I felt like a total Guinea pig whenever I went into a doctors office.
I actually started having panic attacks about the age of 28. Out of the blue, no reason. I would be driving in the car with my youngest daughter taking her to preschool and I would have to pull over to the side of the road. I would stop and take my blood pressure at the local Walgreen's because I thought I was having a heart attack. I took a few trips to the emergency room and saw my blood pressure sky rocket...until they gave me something to calm me down....Now dont get me wrong, I didn't go in there a nut case...I actually had pain and felt like I couldn't breathe and my blood pressure was through the roof. I had EKG's done..and then I got sent home.
So..they make you take some pills. No big deal. But then..I started having depression episodes. I would rack my brain, analyze my feelings, judge everything I did until I would just end up a total mess. A little corner of my brain is telling me to stop all this over analyzing crap...but another part is just not letting it go.
Its hard to explain to someone why you are not happy. I usually don't have much to complain about. I feel like I have the same pressures as most people, but sometimes I just cant seem to manage to handle them like I should. My personality I think has always been a strong one, so it bothers me that this is not something that I have been able to think my way out of.
I think one of the things I have to work through is realizing that I cant make anyone happy until I make myself happy. The problem with this is that...that is a problem for most women, not just ones with depression and anxiety. Its a very long process I will tell you that. I am now almost 39 and have been on and off medication for almost ten years. Unfortunately I'm sure I will be battling it for the rest of my life.
Its funny that I can see when I am slipping into a more depressive state,but cant hold it back, it takes on a life of its own. Winter is a killer for me. My close friends tend to see the edginess in me but not the depression. I have over the years been able to "put on a pretty face" when out in a crowd.
I am surprised that when I start talking openly about medications, depression and panic attacks how many people also suffer in some kind of way. It may not be extreme but there are alot of us. I know some people will say just to suck it up and quit complaining, quit crying but its not always that easy. I'm sure there are people who are on medication of some sort or another who do not need to be. But there are plenty of us who do. Its getting to that place where we can talk openly with people about that might make a difference.
I think I'm using this blog today as therapy. So basically I'm using you all. Ive wanted to write about this before, but never really knew what to say. I really don't think that I have written this the best way possible...Ive skimmed over a few things and probably left some things out. Everyone is different. Everyones symptoms are different....Everybody needs something different..but everyone does need a ear to listen. You don't have to fix a friends problem with depression or anxiety or whatever...just be there. Be there to listen not judge. Be there to encourage them to get help. If you see it before they do, ask them...tell them...that you are worried. Just don't judge a person for not being able to handle their emotions. We judge ourselves enough.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Skateland
Ok, Shon you got it...
The roller rink....oh what sweet memories. I would think that about everyone I knew growing up would remember Skateland. And if you didn't have a Skateland, I'm sure you had a Skate Palace or Skate World or something...
I think my friends and I spent most of our pre-teen years plus...skating. Panda party's, the dreaded couple skate, the slimy bathroom floors, the greenish looking hot dogs that came with a bag of chips and a pop for $1.50.
I think most people I know had their first kiss on one of the long red carpeted benches that lined the side of the rink. We would skate up and down the carpeted area searching and searching for our hearts desire....and if we couldn't find them, we just stared at the skate guards who we thought were so freaking hot!
We requested our favorite couple skate song and then prayed that we would be asked to skate..and prayed that the boy who asked us knew how to go backwards so we didn't spend the whole time looking over our shoulder making sure he wasn't going to run us into the rail...see we started having to give directions at an early age.
You thought the hokie-pokie was stupid, but as soon as it came on you were out on the floor making an ass out of yourself, its just what you did. You would beg your parents to let you go to the all night skate nights, then wonder why, half through the night....
We, meaning the girls, would squeeze our asses in jeans three sizes too small. This is of course accomplished by laying on the bed with a pair of pliers and attempting to zip your jeans up without pitching your skin in the process. We MADE our skinny jeans...by ripping out the seams of the legs and pulling out the old sewing machine and sewing them soooo tight that everytime you pulled them off or on your feet would rip out the seam....those were the days...I still feel the pain in my kidneys and bladder.
The walls of that place witnessed so many breakups, first kisses, broken hearts, make out sessions by the pinball machine that its insane. I think I have a garbage bag somewhere full of stuffed animals from numerous Panda Parties. Depending on how many people showed up determined the size of the stuffed animal you got. I think you also got in free or something..that fact is escaping me.
I think the last time I went roller skating at that rink was when I was about sixteen and bored on a Friday night with friends. I remember it being sad because the place was starting to really show its age and we hadn't been there in years. The place was almost empty...Loud music still blared from the DJ booth...I think the same guy was working who we once thought was hot....after he reached 18 we just thought him lame..poor guy.
I think the highlight of that night was that a guy I liked found out we were up there and came in and stood in the snack bar area watching us make fools out of ourselves. When I saw him I remember my heart skipped a beat and I felt like I was thirteen all over again....also felt pretty stupid.
I think it would be hard not to remember those years without thinking of Skateland. It was the thing to do, the place to go. We all had horrible fights with our friends, got boyfriends, lost boyfriends...enjoyed childhood...and lost childhood when they finally closed it down.
I still cant come to Omaha and drive on that road without looking over at that big white building and smiling. It holds a lot of memories...it also holds about 10 tons of wadded up gum stuck under those carpeted benches.....ick....
The roller rink....oh what sweet memories. I would think that about everyone I knew growing up would remember Skateland. And if you didn't have a Skateland, I'm sure you had a Skate Palace or Skate World or something...
I think my friends and I spent most of our pre-teen years plus...skating. Panda party's, the dreaded couple skate, the slimy bathroom floors, the greenish looking hot dogs that came with a bag of chips and a pop for $1.50.
I think most people I know had their first kiss on one of the long red carpeted benches that lined the side of the rink. We would skate up and down the carpeted area searching and searching for our hearts desire....and if we couldn't find them, we just stared at the skate guards who we thought were so freaking hot!
We requested our favorite couple skate song and then prayed that we would be asked to skate..and prayed that the boy who asked us knew how to go backwards so we didn't spend the whole time looking over our shoulder making sure he wasn't going to run us into the rail...see we started having to give directions at an early age.
You thought the hokie-pokie was stupid, but as soon as it came on you were out on the floor making an ass out of yourself, its just what you did. You would beg your parents to let you go to the all night skate nights, then wonder why, half through the night....
We, meaning the girls, would squeeze our asses in jeans three sizes too small. This is of course accomplished by laying on the bed with a pair of pliers and attempting to zip your jeans up without pitching your skin in the process. We MADE our skinny jeans...by ripping out the seams of the legs and pulling out the old sewing machine and sewing them soooo tight that everytime you pulled them off or on your feet would rip out the seam....those were the days...I still feel the pain in my kidneys and bladder.
The walls of that place witnessed so many breakups, first kisses, broken hearts, make out sessions by the pinball machine that its insane. I think I have a garbage bag somewhere full of stuffed animals from numerous Panda Parties. Depending on how many people showed up determined the size of the stuffed animal you got. I think you also got in free or something..that fact is escaping me.
I think the last time I went roller skating at that rink was when I was about sixteen and bored on a Friday night with friends. I remember it being sad because the place was starting to really show its age and we hadn't been there in years. The place was almost empty...Loud music still blared from the DJ booth...I think the same guy was working who we once thought was hot....after he reached 18 we just thought him lame..poor guy.
I think the highlight of that night was that a guy I liked found out we were up there and came in and stood in the snack bar area watching us make fools out of ourselves. When I saw him I remember my heart skipped a beat and I felt like I was thirteen all over again....also felt pretty stupid.
I think it would be hard not to remember those years without thinking of Skateland. It was the thing to do, the place to go. We all had horrible fights with our friends, got boyfriends, lost boyfriends...enjoyed childhood...and lost childhood when they finally closed it down.
I still cant come to Omaha and drive on that road without looking over at that big white building and smiling. It holds a lot of memories...it also holds about 10 tons of wadded up gum stuck under those carpeted benches.....ick....
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Work In Progress
Ok, just so we get this straight..I am a work in progress.
I told my husband today that I would start going to the gym tommorrow and start getting on the treadmill or the elliptical. We need to find a common interest so when he comes home on the weekends we have something that we can do together. Its really sad that we both dont like to shop.
He has been running for about six months now and has dropped a shit load of weight and is looking smokin! Me on the other hand is allergic to the gym, cant stand to run and likes to have a few beers at night to calm my nerves, oh yeah, and I smoke.
Its a match made in heaven I tell you.
I really want to get in shape. I really want to be able to run beside him and have my body not feel like its going to fall apart. It just seems like these kind of things come easy for him. Not easy like he doesnt have to work for it, but easy as in he sets his mind to something and follows through. Usually this lasts until he gets bored with it, and then hes on to something new. My problem is I think about it to much, and talk myself out of it. I think I am afraid of failure.
I fail at diets, I fail at long term workout sessions. Ive been to the gym at 5:45 and kept it up for about six weeks and then something happens...doesnt take much and Im back in my pajamas until ten o'clock.
I really need to do something. I think that it would help my mood and how my body feels, but ohhhh how I hate the gym. I take medication for anxiety and I really think that if I would get to the gym and work out my frustrations there and release some tension, I might be able stay off of them...that is a big goal, because I hate medication.
Soooo, I told my husband that next saturday I would walk/jog with him......and Im really going to try not to back out this time. It would be much easier if I could get up in the morning and not have to get into a freezing ass car..but I will try.
He might lap me a few times when we go, but I HAVE to go.
HAVE TO, HAVE TO, HAVE TO....see Im talking myself into it.....Ill let you know how it goes...next Saturday...I suppose if I never bring this up again we will all know how this worked out. If I do mention it again Im sure it will include me complaining about something...like my back and my feet..
Ugh.....I am going to get up in the morning and go to the gym.....really....I mean it....ugh.
I told my husband today that I would start going to the gym tommorrow and start getting on the treadmill or the elliptical. We need to find a common interest so when he comes home on the weekends we have something that we can do together. Its really sad that we both dont like to shop.
He has been running for about six months now and has dropped a shit load of weight and is looking smokin! Me on the other hand is allergic to the gym, cant stand to run and likes to have a few beers at night to calm my nerves, oh yeah, and I smoke.
Its a match made in heaven I tell you.
I really want to get in shape. I really want to be able to run beside him and have my body not feel like its going to fall apart. It just seems like these kind of things come easy for him. Not easy like he doesnt have to work for it, but easy as in he sets his mind to something and follows through. Usually this lasts until he gets bored with it, and then hes on to something new. My problem is I think about it to much, and talk myself out of it. I think I am afraid of failure.
I fail at diets, I fail at long term workout sessions. Ive been to the gym at 5:45 and kept it up for about six weeks and then something happens...doesnt take much and Im back in my pajamas until ten o'clock.
I really need to do something. I think that it would help my mood and how my body feels, but ohhhh how I hate the gym. I take medication for anxiety and I really think that if I would get to the gym and work out my frustrations there and release some tension, I might be able stay off of them...that is a big goal, because I hate medication.
Soooo, I told my husband that next saturday I would walk/jog with him......and Im really going to try not to back out this time. It would be much easier if I could get up in the morning and not have to get into a freezing ass car..but I will try.
He might lap me a few times when we go, but I HAVE to go.
HAVE TO, HAVE TO, HAVE TO....see Im talking myself into it.....Ill let you know how it goes...next Saturday...I suppose if I never bring this up again we will all know how this worked out. If I do mention it again Im sure it will include me complaining about something...like my back and my feet..
Ugh.....I am going to get up in the morning and go to the gym.....really....I mean it....ugh.
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