cleaning can suck it

I don't like to clean.  I don't like it.  It doesn't like me.  That being said, I rolled my ass out of bed this morning, had breakfast, and went to my cousin's apartment to help him clean it for the walk through this weekend, as he's moving.  I hope he knows how much I love him.

By the way, if you're reading this, cuz, I cranked your a/c way down while I was cleaning.  Expect a little change in your electric bill.

His move is reminding me, as if we need a reminder, but still, that life is about change.  Stuff doesn't always go the way we think it will, or want it to.  Roll with it, go with the flow, all those sayings.....they're, well, true.  If we paralyze ourselves, we don't move forward.  And forward is the only to go, y'all.  Fear can get us stuck...comfort...but sometimes you have to do uncomfortable things to make your life more.....well, a life.

So, as much as I'll miss him, I know he needs to move on from where he was.  He'll be back.  His favorite cousin is here.  (Me).

And now, we will all descend on the Kennedy Compound & have dinner with him...he's not going far, but it's worth a baked ziti, and the calories, to let him smile as he moves from Brandon...for now.  He'll be back...his favorite cousin is here.

Not logging myfitnesspal tonight.  

yep, it's time for my red chevy silverado

I drive a silver minivan.  Our old minivan had bunches of stickers all over the windows, courtesy of our youngest.  Easily identifiable.  The new one has its ways of being identifiable as well, but sometimes blends in.  I went to Sweetbay today for three items.  I did well - only got those three items.  I purposely parked on the outskirts of Sweetbay, making it easier for me to get to the highway to get our son from school.  I don't normally park there.  As I was leaving, I headed to a lane I would normally park in.  I walked all the way up to a van that looked very much like mine, hitting the "beep beep" unlock thing on my key, and tried to open the door.  The lady that was sitting there couponing nearly shit her pants.  She yelled, "YOU SCARED THE CRAP OUT OF ME!!!"  I was laughing, and couldn't stop laughing.  I said, "I am so sorry!  Your van looks just like mine!"  and I laughed.  And laughed.  She said, "It's okay", and I could see her shaking.  I laughed as I searched the parking lot for my van.

If I had a red Chevy Silverado this wouldn't happen as often.  Hint hint nudge nudge.

What a week...germ infestation took over this whole week.  Finally felt able to work out yesterday and I think I overdid it.  Yes, spin class.  Vagina not hurting as bad as it did last week.  Went to the Y today, too, and got on the treadmill.  More laid back workout for my vagina.

I have like 800 calories left AND I've had two glasses of Pinot Grigio.  If I don't eat, I'm..........  #winning

Lindsey?

I went to spin class yesterday for the first time in months...yes, my vagina hurts.  It felt good to be back at it, though.  I love spin, and have been bad about making time for it.  It kicks my ass, for sure, but it's a great workout.  FINALLY put my bike "setup" in my phone so I'll know where to set it next time.  Good to know the 'Express" class kicks your ass harder than the regular class because you don't get the breaks...good to know.  Good to know.

The instructor asked me my name, I introduced myself (she was awesome)...and then I was introduced to the class as Lindsey.  That's a first...never been called Lindsey.  That made me laugh...inside.  I remembered my inside face & voice.  My bestie would be proud.

So, today, with an aching vagina, I took the kids to school, had a doctor appointment, got a flu shot, bought birthday presents for our great niece and one of my favorite people's son, went to Walmart (ugh), took our oldest to have lunch with our youngest at the elementary school, went to Publix, argued with my daughter (I did GREAT today...yay me!  I let her have her say), helped with band uniforms at the middle school (fittings and ironing - you should've seen me.  Stephen would've needed privacy), and school pickups.

I now sit with a glass of Pinot Grigio and don't plan to move much.  Pizza ordered, kids relaxing.

Friday, bitches.

blessed

bless·ed

blest,ˈblesid/

adjective

1. 1.

   made holy; consecrated.
2. 2.

   informal

   used in mild expressions of annoyance or exasperation.

   "there wasn't a blessed thing anybody could have done"

noun

1. 1.

   those who live with God in heaven.

   
   

   
   

   
   

   
   

   I was thinking about how blessed I am, and decided to Google "blessed".  No, I didn't mean holy or consecrated...didn't mean annoyed or exasperated.  Didn't mean living in Heaven.  Apparently I was completely incorrect in my understanding of the definition of "blessed".

   
   

   Then I started thinking, "Man, I wish we would've invested in Google".  Then I realized my mind wanders.  I mean, I knew this, but boy have I done it a lot lately.  

   
   

   Having said that, today is Global Pulmonary Fibrosis Day.  My dad passed away from Pulmonary Fibrosis October 18, 2010.  Awareness is important.  If you don't know what it is, and are looking for a cause to support, I tell you, my friends, this is one you can support...research, cures, all of it.  There is no cure, there isn't enough research.  

   
   

   Blessings...I'm so thankful for every second that my dad got to be my dad.  I'm so grateful for my children's relationships with him.  And I'm so grateful that he loved my mom to the end of the earth and beyond.  

   
   

   Don't really care what the definition is - I know God touched our family when he gave us our dad.  God touched me when he gave me my family.  And for this, I am thankful.  Thank you, God. 

i love my crock pot ???????????

I love my crockpot.  I loveD my crockpot.  I love my crockpot?  I think?  I remember using it when my itties were little bitties, and loving the easiness & using it particularly on Girl Scouts and sports nights.  Lately though, I don't know...everything tastes dry in it.  Especially chicken and beef.  Can't beat pork roast with a bottle of mojo in in on slow all day, though.  And crockpot mac n' cheese.  But other than that, why are all the meals I put in it coming out too dry?

What am I doing wrong?  I find the recipe, it sounds great, all of the comments are four stars...and then my dinner sucks.  Kids say it's too dry.  Husband says, "no, hon, it was great".  Yeah, right.

Maybe it's time to only use the crockpot for pork roast w/ mojo and the mac n' cheese.  This seems unacceptable to me.  We have some nights that are very busy.  This is when my crockpot should be my BFF.

I was on pinterest tonight...saw some great SOUNDING crockpot recipes.  I look at them, excitedly, then sigh out loud, because I know they won't be as good as they sound.  I'd rather spend the extra time actually cooking the recipe.

What am I doing wrong/

#whitegirlproblems