The signature look of Benjamin with the furrow of the eyebrows.
Monday, August 11, 2008
B's Best Friend!
Notice the series of events. This was early Saturday morning playing outside. Ben doesn't really move much. But as you can see Mugsy is constantly pouncing around.
I thought this was a nice shot!
Friday, August 8, 2008
Energy
How about a bike ride or a jog? Today, I try to get to the gym as much as possible. This means going on lunch breaks at work when I don't have errands to run. As one year goes by after another, I realize I am getting older, and boy does my body know it. There was a point around the age of 24 or 25, I do believe my metabolism cut in half, then after Ben was born....well, my tone, fit body went to "sags." You mothers know what I am talking about! Add the fact that I had a c-section in there and include a flap of fat that I never knew before could exist which falls right over the scar. Very attractive I must say!
I do love a good workout though. Pumping to my MP3 working out like I will never stop. Knowing in my head that 'this' workout is going to change my body and satisfy its everlasting thirst for the tone hard body. HA! A day later, my muscles say, "WOMAN, what were you thinking in the gym yesterday......you're dumb." Then my faulty hip jumps in to say, "you were wanting to walk today?! Well, how do you like me now, Gimpy?"
So, when we were kids, do you all remember the amounts of energy you had. You could go all day at a 100% and not stop once to say, "man, I am tired." I laugh at the mornings when my oldest sister Anna would get up and say, "Hey, you wanna run to school today." Heck ya, I did. About a mile and 3/4 trek to school. The first mile being gravel road. I believe Anna was in 7th or 8th grade and I in 4th or 5th. Put our tenny bockers on, in our school clothes, and off we would go. The last 300 meters to school the bus would pass us and we'd see, Charlie, the bus driver honk and wave. I am pretty sure there was laughing and shaking of his head too.
We were nuts, but you couldn't say we were lazy.
So, if I could just take a little of that lightning energy from my son, that would be great too. He is either moving a million miles a minute or passed out! Much needed on a Friday, after a long week of my brain being sucked dry at work. I don't look forward to weekends to go out, but this is my time to take naps!
I do love a good workout though. Pumping to my MP3 working out like I will never stop. Knowing in my head that 'this' workout is going to change my body and satisfy its everlasting thirst for the tone hard body. HA! A day later, my muscles say, "WOMAN, what were you thinking in the gym yesterday......you're dumb." Then my faulty hip jumps in to say, "you were wanting to walk today?! Well, how do you like me now, Gimpy?"
So, when we were kids, do you all remember the amounts of energy you had. You could go all day at a 100% and not stop once to say, "man, I am tired." I laugh at the mornings when my oldest sister Anna would get up and say, "Hey, you wanna run to school today." Heck ya, I did. About a mile and 3/4 trek to school. The first mile being gravel road. I believe Anna was in 7th or 8th grade and I in 4th or 5th. Put our tenny bockers on, in our school clothes, and off we would go. The last 300 meters to school the bus would pass us and we'd see, Charlie, the bus driver honk and wave. I am pretty sure there was laughing and shaking of his head too.
We were nuts, but you couldn't say we were lazy.
So, if I could just take a little of that lightning energy from my son, that would be great too. He is either moving a million miles a minute or passed out! Much needed on a Friday, after a long week of my brain being sucked dry at work. I don't look forward to weekends to go out, but this is my time to take naps!
The convent
Hmmmm, wonder what may be going through your mind after that title. This was before "earth contact" times.
For those that don't know, my parents both grew up in KC and after they got married with four of us, Dad was offered the principal job in Frankenstein. Off we went. We had no place to live actually, but there was an unoccupied Convent between the Church and the grade school. For those that don't know what a convent is:
1)A community, especially of nuns, bound by vows to a religious life under a superior.
convent
2)The building or buildings occupied by such a community.
Well, since it wasn't occupied what better way to house the the principal, his wife and four kids. According to my Mom, they paid rent of either 115.00 or 215.00 a month – no utilities. Dad’s contract for principal and teaching was $12,000.00 a year. We lived there I think a little less than two years.
What an amazing house, over 6 bedrooms, three different stair cases to get to where you wanted to go, a huge balcony to look over. A huge basement Dad made into a weight room. And the cemetery right in our back yard. Honestly, I don't remember living here, I was only two. The one memory I do have is the red and orange shag carpet.
There were many stories told though. My favorite is the one when Dad was working at the school and had to call my Mom at home, to let her know one of "her" daughters was running around school chasing the 7th and 8th Graders at recess with a stick. Yes, it was me. I broke loose after Mom had turned her head for a moment. Needless to say Dad wasn't too happy.
After we had moved, believe it or not the house was mainly used for storage by the school, and several years later it was decorated and used as a "HAUNTED HOUSE" around Halloween. One year I was put in the basement under leaves and a tombstone to jump out as a dead person as people walked by.
At Church picnics, the front steps were considered the "cool" hang out by the high school students. I remembered this because I was lectured each year that I was to NOT even attempt to head over there to play. Apparently, the cool kids weren't alwasy doing the most legal/appropriate things over there.
Years after we moved away, the house was considered condemned and had to be torn down. So sad :*( In its place today sits a new playground for the students to use.
To think about it those couple years we lived there we had it pretty good. Our playground was a cemetery and school grounds. We couldn't get in too much trouble being our Dad was the principal, and right next door to us was the priest's house.
On another note: I enjoy writing about my childhood for the main reason that as I write I remember more and more things that always make me smile.
For those that don't know, my parents both grew up in KC and after they got married with four of us, Dad was offered the principal job in Frankenstein. Off we went. We had no place to live actually, but there was an unoccupied Convent between the Church and the grade school. For those that don't know what a convent is:
1)A community, especially of nuns, bound by vows to a religious life under a superior.
convent
2)The building or buildings occupied by such a community.
Well, since it wasn't occupied what better way to house the the principal, his wife and four kids. According to my Mom, they paid rent of either 115.00 or 215.00 a month – no utilities. Dad’s contract for principal and teaching was $12,000.00 a year. We lived there I think a little less than two years.
What an amazing house, over 6 bedrooms, three different stair cases to get to where you wanted to go, a huge balcony to look over. A huge basement Dad made into a weight room. And the cemetery right in our back yard. Honestly, I don't remember living here, I was only two. The one memory I do have is the red and orange shag carpet.
There were many stories told though. My favorite is the one when Dad was working at the school and had to call my Mom at home, to let her know one of "her" daughters was running around school chasing the 7th and 8th Graders at recess with a stick. Yes, it was me. I broke loose after Mom had turned her head for a moment. Needless to say Dad wasn't too happy.
After we had moved, believe it or not the house was mainly used for storage by the school, and several years later it was decorated and used as a "HAUNTED HOUSE" around Halloween. One year I was put in the basement under leaves and a tombstone to jump out as a dead person as people walked by.
At Church picnics, the front steps were considered the "cool" hang out by the high school students. I remembered this because I was lectured each year that I was to NOT even attempt to head over there to play. Apparently, the cool kids weren't alwasy doing the most legal/appropriate things over there.
Years after we moved away, the house was considered condemned and had to be torn down. So sad :*( In its place today sits a new playground for the students to use.
To think about it those couple years we lived there we had it pretty good. Our playground was a cemetery and school grounds. We couldn't get in too much trouble being our Dad was the principal, and right next door to us was the priest's house.
On another note: I enjoy writing about my childhood for the main reason that as I write I remember more and more things that always make me smile.
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