Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Here's to a New Year

I've heard it said that whatever you do on New Year's Day will be the way you spend the year.  I'm okay with that.  Today, I loved on my family, tidied a bit (yes, we took down the Christmas tree which was sad but also good because the living room looks a little less cluttered and that makes me happy), loved on my family some more, worked out, ate well, went for a walk, visited with friends, wrote and now I intend to go hang out with my husband on the couch.

That would be a pretty good way to spend a year.

I don't have any real expectations for 2013.  That's nice and not nice.  After my sister left Bahrain last week, I realized that it's a long time before there's 'something to look forward to' again.  My birthday is next week but I don't really have anything planned yet... and I'm not sure how excited I am about turning 29... for the sixth time.  I think we have a few days off from school hither and thither but I don't actually mind working so it's not that big of a deal.  The Ladybug is turning two in March- and I am excited to have a birthday party for her with actual kids in attendance.  The in-laws are coming at the end of March but that's a long way off yet...


There's quite a lot in there to look forward to, huh?  I guess I was just missing my sister when that thought ran through my mind.

On that note, Happy New Year.  I hope it's good for you.

Sunday, December 30, 2012

A New Year (Almost)

Today is my sister's birthday.  YAY!  She is the best sissy in the world and I'm more than lucky to have her.  I thank God every day for the wonderfulness that is My Sister.  She just flew half-way around the world to hang out with us for Christmas and ALL of us loved every second of it.  You wish you had my sissy as your sissy :)

It is also the end of 2012.  And the end of a year means it's time for the dreaded NEW YEARS RESOLUTIONS!  AHHHHHH!  

This year, I'm doing things a little differently.  I'm going to make a JANUARY RESOLUTION.  And that's it.  I'm going to commit to 31 days of some stuff and nothing more.  Why, you ask?  Because it's a lot easier to wrap your mind around, let's say, exercising for 31 days versus A WHOLE YEAR.  Mostly because you and I both know that will not happen.  But, perhaps if I get started with January, it will lend itself to exercising more.

So I'm starting an additional page on my blog called 31 Days of Stuff... I'm going to do three things: eat healthy, exercise, following the Jillian Michaels Ripped in 30 DVD and meal plan, and follow a blog I found called 31 Days to a Better Photo.  In doing those three, I hope to incorporate the forth, which is writing more.  

I'm setting forth my goals for January here:

1.  To get up every day before school (and before kids on the weekend) and do the Ripped in 30 DVD.  For those of you who just chuckled a bit, know that the only time I've been successful exercising, it happened before school.  I can do this.

2.  To follow the meal plan to the best of my ability.

3.  To learn more about my camera and take better photos.

I'm not going to set a weight loss goal just yet.  Ultimately, I'd like to lose the baby weight plus 10lbs by the time the Sprout turns one.  It's doable.  But right now, I just want to focus on starting a healthier lifestyle.  

And taking better pictures.

But that starts tomorrow.  Today, we finish off the Selection Boxes Santa brought :)  

Happy Birthday Sissy Poo!!!!

Unadulterated Happiness

The absolute joy on my toddler's face last night as she busted out of her towel after her bath, grabbed a tube of toothpaste and took off around my room, stopped me in my tracks.  It was the funniest, silliest thing I've ever seen, and she is the queen of funny, silly things.  She was unbelievably happy- giggling and screaming as only a naked toddler with a tube of toothpaste can.  I laughed and said to Dave, "One year olds are weird."

Later in the evening, my darling dearest was feeling a little silly himself and was driving me the tiniest bit batty.  I have informed him, on MANY, MANY occasions, that I do not particularly enjoy being tickled.  I go into defensive mode and cannot and should not be held responsible for any injuries received by the tickler.  He's probably had bruises.  But he doesn't learn.  He seems to think it would be in MY (read: his) best interest for me to learn to like being tickled.

Well, dear sir, that is about as likely as me making the 2016 Olympic gymnastics team.  I'm just saying.

Anyway, I complained a little about the fact that he was annoying me and he said, "Maybe you should act more like a one year old every now and then."


Maybe I should.  I think I probably take myself a little too seriously at times.  It's hard not to.  I was brought up in a household where I was constantly subjected to criticism.  'Jokes' were often passive-aggressive mutterings about this and that.  Sarcasm was the fuel my family ran on.  So now, when someone (read: Dave) jokes that I never do anything around the house, the 12 year old in me wonders if some part of him believes that.  And then my feelings are hurt.

And then there's the teacher-part of me who isn't sure how to be My Favorite Teacher to some kid.  It's a hard line to find and then walk- being just stern enough to earn their respect, but just fun enough to make them want to be in your class.  It's happened a few times for me, but only with kids who were already 'good' kids and who loved music.  My job is hard because, since leaving Kuwait, I haven't taught music or drama as an elective.  So these poor middle and high school kids are forced to take my class, whether they have any interest in it or not.  And that can make a person VERY aware of the eye-rolling and mutterings under the breath.

So yeah, I think I need to act more like a one year old.  I'm not going to get naked and grab a tube of toothpaste, but I am going to look for the fun, for the FUNNY, for the silly in more things.  And I'm going to laugh like my little Ladybug every now and again- as loud and long as possible, for no other reason than that I can.