Little Man got a new bow.
Little Lady got her own computer. It isn’t pink, but she still likes it.
Sweet Wife got a new couch. It’s not here yet, but it has been purchased. It was the only one in the store, basically, that we all four liked.
I got a cowbell and a cymbal and a bunch of other stuff that I don’t deserve.
And, all of us got a lot of other stuff, too.
It was a really good day, except for BubbaJ growling at Little Man, which is an odd behavior that we see sometimes.
I got my Jeep back, and my parents footed the bill, even though that wasn’t my intention.
Geoffrey the Subaru is still awesome.
Thanksgiving 2013 consisted of a LOT of turkey, a good bit of football, and some really good times with family on both sides.
We’re very thankful for each other, and the kids are REALLY thankful for time off from school.
The indications are that it’s going to snow tomorrow, and Thanksgiving day looks a little non-standard, too
We went to bed last night with freezing rain at 31 degrees, so I was expecting a messy morning. It’s still wet, but it was 41 at 5:45, so it looks like we got a break as far as the REALLY slick stuff goes. I think there’s still some possibility of snow this week, but I think the kids are going to have to tolerate a day of school after all, today.
There’s a pretty good chance there be some version of this car in our driveway soon….
A broken thumb.
Some kind of stomach virus.
A new job.
Worn out tires.
Tags and inspections coming due.
Learning to shoot a bow.
New instruments to learn.
Learning more about old instruments.
More PRAXIS tests.
And that’s just a couple of weeks.
It’s busy around here, and that’s in addition to going to work / school every day.
Sigh. Whatever happened to Mayberry?
About a week more than three months ago, I posted that I was thinking about “getting into” doing pushups again.
And so I did.
Wow, that seems like an ice age ago.
In just three short months, I’ve gone thru my typical cycle of trying to get a little heathier. I start trying to do a “little” exercise, then I start trying to eat a little more healthy, then it all spirals. I get more and more into it, and then my body crashes. The recovery period gets to be a lot longer than I allow, and I get so tired that I can’t work out. Then I get depressed, I eat to fight the depression, and I pretty much give up, because I simply don’t feel like even trying to be healthy.
It’s extremely frustrating.
Part of it is the fact that my pulmonary artery is huge. My heart is huge. We don’t know how much it will ever shrink, even since the surgery. The doctors really don’t care, because there’s apparently nothing they can do. I’ve been completely released by the cardiologist, “as long as you’re seeing your regular doctor.” Honestly, I’m not, but I know I need to change that.
So, three months later, and I’m still not at the point where I have the energy to even try. I’ve failed so many times that I know I’ll only fail again.
Horrible mentality, but here I am.
I used to be harshly anti-Halloween. I hated the holiday, probably thinking that doing so increased my spirituality by a few percentage points.
But now I have kids.
I was wrong, I believe, on nearly ALL of these predictions.
I’ve been wrong so many times in my life that it’s difficult to be “cool” about it any more.