WARNING! This entry is random, probably boring, and deals with various musings and things that popped into my head as I was writing. I'm just saying.
Wow, the weather is positively Upstate New York-like! I love it, although I wish we had their three feet of snow.
I loved living in NY state, going to college there. The only negative moment was the spring of my freshman year. I had almost finished my first year of college, first year back living in NY after ten eyars of living in Miami, and my friends and I planned a cookout party for the first weekend of May. The winter had been exceptionally long and harsh (to me, anyway), and I was so looking forward to wearing shorts (possibly) and being outside without the encumbrance of my winter coat, hat, scarf, gloves, earmuffs, boots....
I woke up the morning of the party on May 3rd and looked outside, only to see that it was...snowing.
I cried.
Thankfully, the snow didn't last, the beer and food and friends were good, and I developed my sense of Zen about the winters after that.
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So, I've decided I can't deal with my flabby physical self any longer and am going to do something about it. I have started walking after work every day for 30 minutes, and made a goal to drink a minimum of 60 oz of water daily.
This week, I've walked over three miles in two days. I even packed up the kids for a trip to the gym while Travis went to fight practice.
Ten pounds. All I'm asking my metabolism for right now is the loss of ten pounds. And I would love to either gain some self control, or find a way to be less stressed at work so I will stop eating everything that isn't nailed down.
I try not to think about the forty (gasp!) pounds I have gained over the years since I stopped dancing professionally.
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We enrolled Kira in a drama and theater class through the local parks and recreation department. It makes for a busy Monday night, but she is loving it, and I think it might give her the creative, silly, energy, attention-seeking outlet she needs. After one class, she has already proclaimed "Drama is definitely my sport, Mom!"
Hey, there are much worse things than being a 'theater geek'. :)
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Not much art being made here, right now. I am trying to be more disciplined about my approach to each day, because if I don't make some semblance of order out of what goes on around here, I will never get to sew/exercise/knit/make glass/write/whatever.
When I was in grad school, several years ago, I found it hard to maintain my sewing obsession and study for my classes (and this was before kids!). I found a book that basically discussed how to divide your sewing projects into manageable chunks so that you could work on things a little at a time in spare bits of time, rather than obsessing over not being able to spend an entire day on something. I think I need to go back to this way of thinking. Right now, I have my Venetian bodice partially cut and basted and sitting on the cutting table. I have fabric purchased for a cape and hood for Kira, fabric purchased for fleece jackets for all three girls in this house, and pattern pieces cut for a jean jacket that I don't see myself getting to soon.
And there's more I want to make, or fiddle with, but not enough time. I think I am going to acquire some decent-sized plastic bins and use them to organize projects in various stages of completion. Then I can cut stuff out when I have an hour to do that, press some pattern pieces in a ten minute block of time, rethread my serger when I can run in and spend five minutes, etc.
I might end up making more things if I try not to hold everything off until I can spend hours in my sewing room.
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Oh, and why for the love of all that is good and holy, can't a guitar just be a guitar for once??
Prince totally rocked it in the halftime show. It was awesome. We danced.
"....Baby, Im a star....Might not know it now....Baby but I r, Im a star..."
See? I warned you. This entry is boring and random. I applaud thoseof you who have read to this point. I will reward you now by ending this entry. Keep warm!
