Ramblings of a Possessed Homebody

Ramblings of a woman, going crazy, slowly... completely...deeply insane!

Saturday, April 29, 2006

Hmmm....Candy vs. Carrots

Okay, so life is getting better. Things have calmed down, and I didn't get the influx of people to my house this weekend. Hal-le-lujah! I was not realy for a contingent of the family to come in and wonder about my housekeeping skills. With a 10 month old, and 3 yr old... who the heck has the time?

Kris and I were chatting after our sqarsh game today... (guess I'll won't live down 3-2 for you bud..mark it on the calendar, it won't happen often! :) ) and I keep thinking about kids, modern conveniences and the like. My Trainer's girlfriend worked at a Kid's Fit club previously, and I keeep thinking that it's great we have these facilities, but too bad that we need them. I mean really, what about taking the kids out for a walk, playing some catch, or going biking? I can't really preach much, since I'm in the middle of changing things for myself, but at least I have recognized the evil of my ways... mua-ha-ha.

A friend's daughter just had to have one of her baby teeth pulled due to too many cavities. Wow, now that's getting crazy. I don't mean the dentist, but the sweets. How many sweets do you have to have before it's just too much?! Didn't they start wondering when the cavities started piling up???

Okay, let me get off my soapbox. I know, too much is just too much. But I just feel so adamant about that subject. I'm proud to say that we don't have any candy in the house. Thankfully Easter chocolates were few and far between, and except for the few leftover M&M's used for potty bribery purposes, there isn't anything really in the house that is sweet. And, that is good for my waistline, as well as my kids. I'm not saying it's not hard. I love to give my son a treat, but I wish I could have started earlier, like my husband's friend - when he was a kid "junk food" and "treats" were baby carrots and celery. Not possible really in this day, but at least I can try to push the melons instead of the "goodies".

Well, enough of all that. I'll find another topic tomorrow.... if I can get away and write a little. It's my son's 4th Birthday! Yippee! I just hope I can find enough energy for the whole day.

EEepp.. gotta get to bed. Hubby's got that look... };)

Rella

Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Sex, anatomy and dust-bunnies

It's just so.... wrong. I think that it's wrong when a man knows more about a woman's body than she does! Let's not include doctors and ob-gyn's for the moment (which in and of itself is kinda odd...). I remember back in university chatting with a fellow who knew more about the female anatomy than I did! What the ?*!@ ! Seriously, he told me things that I didn't even know! Which brings me to 2 points that I'm pondering.

1. Kris sent me to a website yesterday. Very interesting! Too bad I don't live in Toronto! I can totally get why some of these classes are sold out! Wow, can't believe that someone is actually offering basics of sexual anatomy for women. And, she will "privately look at and explore herself" while in class! Hurray for those women who take their own sexuality into their own "hands" (for lack of a better phrase), and know what they like.

2. Okay, so by the time I sat down and wrote this, and got interrupted, I forgot #2. But really, why do men know so much about the female anatomy? Because that's the way they can get sex more often! Really, imagine a man who is really good in bed. Wouldn't he get a reputation. Wouldn't he feel superior. Wouldn't he get more sex? So, really it's in a man's best interests to know the female body. And what do women get? Chastised for touching "down there". Female masturbation was never discussed when I was young. (maybe it was in that movie I missed, still haven't forgiven my parents for taking me out of school early just to go to Florida - on that specific day in grade 3!)

Anyway, I'm just a little annoyed today. Hormones aside, I'm feeling swamped, and have nobody to throw me a life perserver! My house is a mess, and I have people coming over this Sunday (probably), and then 12 kids coming over 1 week later. And when do I get to clean???? NEVER!!! ARGH! I hate having to clean house for other people. I wish my family would keep it clean... just for us!

I gotta go. Gotta clean something to make myself feel better.

Rella

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

Personal Trainers are gold

Okay, so I love having a personal trainer. Today, I felt pushed... and I mean PUSHED! I worked my ass off! I felt exhausted after it was all over, and maybe needed a cigarette. ;) haa haa. No, really, it felt really good! No cigs, ever... again!

But what I mean is that every now and then you hear about Ms. Starlet who is hanging out with her personal trainer... or how Oprah's personal trainer was "just hanging out" at her place one day, blah, blah, blah... How can they help but become a friend of yours. Really, this person sees you at your "worst". Mine sees me first thing in the morning when I haven't even looked in the mirror long enough to see anything but a blur. Okay, I fixed my hair, and brushed my teeth, but that's about it. They see you, no makeup, no pretty hair (frankly what's the point when you are just dying to have a shower afterwards). They push you, and see you sweating up a storm! Then, as you run on the crosstrainer or the treadmill they chat it up. Really, this person has seen you at your err.. "esthetically" worst, and still stuck around. So, maybe the money makes them stay, but they still stay.

After working up a storm, and sweating like a pig, you walk to cool down, or whatever. How can you not chat it up. Then, slowly day after day, you get to know this person (or at least what they let you see), and you begin to divulge your personal life. Okay, so I haven't, but I can really see how this works.

So, to any personal trainers out there... is it a job hazard or what? Are you constantly handing out advice, and listening to the troubles of others, like so many bartenders? Or, do you just turn it off, and hope it goes away.

Really, I can understand. Now I know why Oprah's trainer is her good friend. He's seen her with the makeup off, told her what to do, where to go, and gotten paid for it. Who wouldn't be her friend?

Just my 2 cents. Now, when's my next training session?

Rella

Friday, April 21, 2006

houses....dates & good 'ol mom

I have emerged... err.. victorious? Okay, so Mt. Washmore is washed, now it's Mt. Fold-me! Argh..

I've been hoping, okay wishing for a new house. I just cleaned out the basement this morning, and YUCK! Granted, if I want to sell, I'll have to clean this place up like crazy! But, I could handle that, if only I knew that I would be moving to something bigger and better.

Okay, this topic will just get me annoyed. Change of pace.

I'm looking forward to a date-night soon. Have to start searching the movies and see if there is anything interesting playing. I have no clue. I remember one summer going to the movies nearly every week! Now, it's more like every 2 months. Oh well, guess that's just me.

Speaking of me... my trainer said something to me today that kinda irked me. He asked me if I had anything special planned, or if it was going to be the regular 'Mom' stuff. I kinda took offense after thinking about it. I don't feel at all like a mom of 2. Don't feel like someone who is responsible for other lives. Don't feel like "just a mom". I want to go out and party, and dance, and drink. That's not something that moms do, right? I mean, my own mother never did.

I have some real brain wrapping to do. I've never known a "Canadian mother" before. Most parents I knew growning up were immigrant parents, kinda. Nobody that was knowledgable of what was going on with technology... or movies or anything. (thus, I got away with a lot). So, who can I look up to as a model.... nobody... I'm a woman without a mentor. Oh well. Guess that just means that I'll eventually end up being someone else's.

Enough blabbering out of me.
Rella.

Thursday, April 20, 2006

On top of my laundry, all covered....

I hate laundry. Okay, so hate is a very strong word, but it's getting close to what I feel at this moment. Due to some late nights and early mornings I've been beat, and thus, my laundry has been piling up. I've tried... honest. The laundry baskets all made it to the hallway... too bad they stayed there for at least 2 days. Then last night I actually did some sorting and put a load in. Too bad that I had to ask hubby to reboot it (put wet stuff in dryer) at about 11:00pm at night.

So, today since I'm not going to go play squash with Kris, I've decided to takle Mt. Washmore. So far, so good. Last night's load is dry (doesn't it take 12 hours! :) ), and now is folded and put away. Laundry machines are rolling, rebooted and I'm just waiting for the beep to tell me it's time to fold.

Makes me think of that commercial by LG (sorry, don't know if it's in the States, just Canada). A guy was trying to impress a woman with a stereo or something, and she turned around and saw the house owner's nifty gadget that would beep when his laundry was done. She was impressed. I would be too. I guess I could use a regular timer, but it's not a cool little gadget. Look under Remote Laundry Monitor at LG!

Anyway, back to Mt. Washmore. Gotta go. Maybe someday I will emerge. And probably with a bad do. Hmm... gotta get my hair cut. I just hate that.

Rella

Sunday, April 16, 2006

Snooze button, where are you?

Okay, so I've been a baaaaad girl. I haven't posted in days.. but I've got a good reason.

Honest!

Sleep deprivation is probably the best reason, huh?

Aside from the normal sleep deprivation, there has been a new one. My good friend and co-worker just bought the store that we work at. So, SOMEBODY had the great idea to start an inventory control system. Hmmm.. Need a computer for that. Hmm.. need to count EVERYTHING! for that. Hmm, can't close the doors, so we did a blitz one day and counted everything and typed it into the new POS system. Until 3AM!

Good lord, I don't ever want to do that again! Oh, and by the way, did I mention I'm on materinity leave? So, really I did this out of the goodness of my heart.

So, everything falls by the wayside - including cleaning up my house in preparation for the 12 people coming over for supper. Oh, the end is near.

Hope you have a good Easter! Don't over-indulge on the chocolate stuff! I hope not to. Okay, sorry, I gotta go put a ham in the slow-cooker.

Ciao
Rella

Monday, April 10, 2006

David's Store vs. Goliath Big Box.....

I've really been contemplating loyalty lately. No, not loyalty of boy-girl relationships, but loyalty when it comes to stores. Take for instance my mother (please?). She gets Friday's flyer bundle, err... newspaper.. and goes thru all the grocery store flyers to find items she needs... then she spends the week going from grocery store to grocery store to buy what she needs "cheaply".

Then, there is me. I check my grocery stores flyer, see if there is anything special in sale (love salmon, but it's expensive).. then shop only there. Or, my little local scrapbook store, I only buy my stuff there, despite there being a big box craft store in town.

But why? I hit only 1 grocery store because it's convenient. I'm not retired, and I don't have the time to jump around finding the "sale" items at different stores. But, I love my local scrapbook store because they help me out, and have great service. The big box store wouldn't know about scrapbooking even tho they've got 5 aisles devoted to it.

So, why do you do it... or do you? Are you loyal? Do you frequent all the grocery stores or just one? Do you go for the "sale" or stick to one place? Do you frequent big box stores, or mom and pop shops?

I gotta know...
Rella

Friday, April 07, 2006

Waiting for shoes to drop from the sky....

Okay, I'm ready. Ready for that other shoe to drop. It's been my experience that when you start to get a good stride in life, when things are just going for you, that some ever-annoying gremlin drops that other shoe (usually on my head) and disrupts my life. So, I'm ready, I can take it... now where is it?

No, seriously, I'm having a good time in life. The gym was especially good today. A whopping 600+ calories burnt in 70 minutes or so. And, I was early, which meant I warmed up early. I'm really liking having a personal trainer. For you lurkers out there, if you want a sure-fire way to get your ass to the gym, invest in a personal trainer. And, I do mean INVEST. It's not too bad, $25 bucks an hour. But, when it's only 2 hours a week, it's not so bad. And really, it is an investment, because I do not plan on "letting go" again, and going up that scale.

I keep trying to remind myself, that I didn't gain it all in a few weeks, so it won't come off in a few weeks. I mean, I only dropped 1 pount this week (darn that Oreo ice-cream that calls my name), but hey, that's better than nothing. And, if you add it up, dropping 1-2 pounds a week, and gaining muscle at the same time... well, my the end of summer... err... 21 pounds should be gone, and replaced by muscle... so I'm up for it.

So, really where is that other shoe? I've been very quiet this week because things are good. Can't complain. Nobody will listen. But hey, at least it's all good.

Okay, enough of that... gotta go... Have a good weekend.

Rella

Sunday, April 02, 2006

the 80's demographic

What is it about 80's music??? It was a time of no cares, and funky music! ...when Prince could pronounce his name, and he could sing about stupid things like a raspberry berret and love at first sight.

I love bopping along to a new station in town. And, for once I feel like a demographic that actually has a whole local radio station. (big deal when there are only a handful of stations in hicksville here)... a whole station, not just an hour here and there.

Man, it brings back good memories. And bad ones, at least a few. But singing along to Heart... remembering my first crush, thinking that the musicians just knew exactly what I was thinking. Teenage angst and all that.

Granted, I would never do it again. Never go through those years, because there was too much garbage. Too much politics. Too much of the unknown.

...but...

I still like the music.
Rella

Saturday, April 01, 2006

Working part time.... at a five and dime....

I need a raspberry berret!... oo, I love listening to 80's music!
... but really...
What a difference a few days make! Wow, yesterday I was thinking about the future as boring. Now, today, I "technically" have a new boss, although it won't take affect until later, and really until I go back from maternity leave.

Now, 1 day later... same ol' job BUT new boss, new scope of work (more, more, more to do!), excited about getting to work again. And really, I'm not so worried about my kids heading out to school and daycare in the fall. Realistically my son spends 3-4 days (10am-4pm) away from me anyway, and my daughter 1-2 days a week. So, aside from getting used to a few more hours away from my daughter, not much will change in the fall. Wow, what was I thinking about.

And my boss is cool! Just also told me that I would be getting a raise and heading to VEGAS baby! Okay, so it's not until Jan 2007, and it's only for a few days, but at least it's on the radar! That's cool enough. Wow, I'm actually going to go back to a job that I love.

How many of you can say that one? ... even if it is a five and dime... :)

Ciao for now
Rella