I KNOW WHAT WE NEED!

I know just the thing that will brighten my day. A countdown to fall break. Ready? I'm getting the calendar. . . Don't forget Labor day, 3 day weekend. . .

23 days!

Then, we have a lovely 16 days off. And we get to go to Vail the first week. There now. Can you face the day? Make it to the morning meeting with a smile on your face? (A fake smile is O.K., given who your dealing with here.) OK, let's go wake up the girls, bribe them with the promise of donuts for breakfast, and get them in gear.

We Come in Peace

Science in our own front yard

Right out of our front door, we have been observing the biggest freakin' mushroom I've ever seen in my life. We don't see alot of them here in Colorado, and normally we just kick them as far as we can (the girls, I rarely get a shot at one). So, one was bigger than all the others in this most recent batch, and we decided to let it live an see just how big it might get. If only I had a time lapse camera, because mushrooms are WEIRD. I must have told the girls a dozen times - make sure you don't eat it! (I have issues.)

Well, and it's just not the same without the pictures - is it.
Maybe eblogger will be more cooperative on Wordless Wednesday and I can post them as a compliment to this one.

Quote of the Week

from ED (eldest daughter):

"Abi, you shouldn't say that. That's like a bad word, and if you keep saying them you'll grow up to be just like mom!"

hahahahaha - WHAT!?! - hahaha
(Abi call someone a Nin-com-pooop)

Namaste

Too Many count downs going on at once!

First Yoga, THEN coffee.

Happy Birthday SIS

HAPPY BIRTHDAY Danielle (SIS),


It's been so nice having you as a neighbor (blog-o-sphere neighbors count). We wish you were close enough to throw a party for!



Best wishes,

Colleen

This is what "Go clean your room" means to Abi

WW

Ut-Oh. . .

This morning, I'm sitting here feeling pleasantly relaxed, having a lovely cup of coffee before going in to work. What I'm supposed to be doing is working out. That's what I've done for the past 3 weeks. EVER morning (weekday morning), on the run to squeeze it into 1 hour. I just couldn't do it today.

Yesterday was the first time I weighed myself in a month, and I'll be damned if THAT NUMBER didn't appear! Yeah yeah, muscle weighs more, blah blah blah, you're loosing inches, yadda yadda yadda, you'll have a big weight lose soon. I know it's not about THAT NUMBER, I'm actually quite proud of my ability to ignore THAT NUMBER. But but but, GDIATH - I really need THAT NUMBER to go away soon, or I fear my amazing motivation will evaporate into thin air, and this nice relaxed morning . . . nah. This time it's personal. THAT NUMBER - is going down!!! I think I'll wait another 3 weeks to weigh in. No. (because I'm afraid it will still be there) Let's make that track off time. That's about 6 weeks.

I've been working out hard, too! And eating responsibly. F-ing scale.

Beautiful day at the EMPTY pool!

First, I want to point out that the movie Zoolander is some kind of funny stuff at 3 a.m. "Hey, I can deri-lick my own balls" - says Derrick Zoolander.



But more importantly, today we had the neighborhood Park View pool almost entirely to ourselves! Filled with friends is preferable, but it turned out fun because Kevin and I played with the girls, and I got to finish my 2nd book club read of the summer, The Big Year. (Author Obsmarski(sp?). The subject was bird watching. It was interesting and made me giggle.)

I'm A BAD MOM - go ahead, give me the rusty, broken down, spikey bad Mom Tierra. I deserve it.

Exercise is good. It's a much needed outlet for my stress.

I've gone every weekday for the last 2 weeks.

Except for today.

A typical Thursday morning. Pretty stressful because we have a new chore/responsibility system that's alot of work,

but it seems to be paying off little by little.

The girls are ready, fed, and finally out the door for school.

On the way to the car I say to both of them, "I'm taking back a quarter because you didn't get your teeth brushed".

Caitlin says "I brushed my teeth".

I can't really remember all the horrible things I said, trying to get her to confess her blatant lie. I was so sure she had NOT brushed her teeth that I just went off!! I ended with "Fine! After I drop you off I'm going home to see if your toothbrush is wet! And I can tell if you brushed your teeth.

"I'm giving you one last chance to tell me the truth!"

So did you guess the suprise funny ending?

Yeah.

There was her toothbrush, obviously freshly used.

Wet, the only thing out on the counter, and the toothpaste lid wasn't quite closed.

I was screaming like a lunitic, over a toothbrush.

This is what I've been reduced by a chore chart.

Not one of my finer moments.

When I appologize to her I promise not to berate her with the numerous reasons I didn't believe her in the first place.

So Martha, I do allow ugly at my house.

But only on me, between the hours of 7-8 a.m.

Wordless Wednesday (I love Wordless Wednesday by the way)