goodbye summer, you were fabulous

I’ve been meaning to share a few of my favorite photos from this summer, and well, ugh. I started going through all of the images I took over the last few months, and then I got overwhelmed by the sheer number of them and kind of gave up. My photo “filing” system is incredibly bad. Like every couple of months I tend to dump everything from my iPhone into a folder on my computer and call it good. I have some stuff copied over three or four times, and some things I seem to have lost completely. I need a better way but eh, organizing photos is so boring and I’d rather just go take more pictures.

Anyway! We had a very busy summer, with Josh going away with friends for a week, and then with his grandmother for a week, and then we all went to Florida for another week. Then there were all of the small weekend or day trips we tried to do, plus, you know, working at our actual jobs. I’m tired just thinking about it! Looking back through the images makes me smile though, so I hope you all like them.

daylily in Maine

Daylilies at my mother’s house in Maine.

pool

We spent ridiculous amounts of time at the pool. When he was home anyway!

spider macro

I’ve been trying to get 10,000 steps a day, every day. Taking photos on my walks keeps me wanting to go so I have A LOT of critter pics.

beach sunrise

I’m not generally one to get up in time for sunrise, but it was worth it in Daytona Beach Shores.

surfboard

I think everyone in Florida owns a surfboard. Right?

lighthouse stairs

Lighthouse stairs. Easier going down than up. Especially when it’s 95ish out. That’s temperature AND humidity. Ahem.

hard rock cafe

Humongous touch screen at the Hard Rock Cafe in Orlando.

Ferris wheel

Ferris wheel at the Marshfield fair. Probably my favorite summer picture ever.

I hope your summer was as fabulous as ours was. Now on to my favorite season, Autumn! (We won’t speak of what comes after that.)

through the wires

Little League is finally over. We lost in the 2nd round of playoffs on Saturday, and while I’m a little sad it’s over I’m also all “Woohoo, our weekends are freeeee!!”

Every Winter when we’re holed up in our house avoiding the cold and snow, we look forward to all the things we can do when it’s Spring again. And every Winter I forget that Spring means baseball. Our lives are not our own during baseball season. There are two or three games a week, including every single Saturday, plus practices squeezed in when we can. UGGHHHH. We love it AND we hate it.

I have a serious case of bleacher butt and I think I’m going blind from looking through wire mesh so often. I don’t even recognize my own kid without a gray metal X crossing his face.

In the first round of the playoffs last Tuesday, Josh had both a great catch at 3rd base and his best hit of the season. We were down 2 players but we still managed to beat the 5th place team.

Well, just before he made the great catch, Josh was hit by a line drive in his right foot. He shook it off and kept on playing.Turns out, it hurt like hell and he never said anything because he knew if he didn’t keep playing they would have to forfeit the game. He’s right, they would have only had 7 players and would not have been allowed to keep going.

I can’t even with THIS KID. If that had been me, I would have been writhing on the ground calling for a whaaaambulance!! But he never complains. I don’t understand.

Anyway, he mentioned the foot a few times during the week but it never seemed THAT bad and wanted to keep playing. Okay. Well, by the end of the day Saturday it was feeling pretty awful. By the end of the day Sunday it was swollen and he was hopping on one foot. Off we went to urgent care and while the x-ray came back clean he has to use a boot and crutches for the next few days so the sprain has time to heal. His field trip to the Science Museum tomorrow should be super fun! Is it wrong that I’m secretly glad that I can’t be a chaperone this time? Forget I said that.

So all that for the love of baseball. If he can do that, I’ll sit and look through a wire fence all day, any day for him.

Photo Apr 19, 5 26 06 PM

Photo Jun 04, 5 38 32 PM

Photo May 04, 8 00 52 AM

Photo May 04, 7 55 33 AM

As long as I can take pictures while I’m there!

 

is it really only 8 am? no wonder I can’t think of a title

Photo May 05, 11 13 30 AM

I ran for 9 minutes without stopping this morning. I’m going to go ahead and call today a win even though it’s not quite 8 am. It doesn’t matter how the rest of the day goes. My Fitbit and my Map my Run app both prove it.

Last summer you all know I was doing great, losing weight, and loving running. Then an Achilles heel thing happened, and the holidays happened, and a medication change happened, and winter weather happened, and work happened, and a very bad attitude happened. Mostly the latter.

I’m not in the same place I was, but I’m working on it, getting out there as often as I can. It sucks to feel like I’m pretty much starting over, again, but I almost forgot that the more you do it the better it is. Duh.

So this morning I did my 2 mile run/walk intervals, and part of that time I ran 9 minutes without stopping. I ran without gasping for air, without my legs burning, and without feeling like I’m being stabbed in the hips.

Although I may not be able to stand up (or walk, or OMG climb stairs) later, today is definitely a good day. It might even be good enough to get me through tomorrow too! I could sleep from now until Friday and still win. Resting on laurels and all. Maybe. Maybe not so much.

What’s going on with you guys? Good things, bad things? Vent if you need to!

a visitation

I was holding his hand but talking only to her. Somewhere deep inside I knew who he was and that he wouldn’t speak, but his grip was strong. I tried to look at him but I couldn’t focus on the figure before me.

Then I remembered and began to weep, my own silent sob waking me. The tears, hot and fresh, were real but his hand was imagined, though my palm still felt a warm impression, as if he’d really been there.

I closed my eyes, laid my head on my damp pillow, and tried to fall to back to sleep.

It’s not the first time he’s visited in my dreams, nor I expect, will it be the last. It’s a rare appearance but if these are the only moments I can still spend with him, I’ll have to take it them as they are.

I love you too Pop, come see me anytime.

 

You know you need winter to end when…

You pine for the pool every time you drive by it – at least 4 times a day.

The amount of static in your hair/clothes/cat actually might electrocute you.

There is a constant coat of sand and salt on your lovely hardwood.

You gain back 8 pounds and you’re desperate to start running again. But damn it’s sooo cold!

All of your photos start to look alike – and not on purpose. There is nothing else to shoot.

Photo Jan 31, 10 53 42 AM

Photo Jan 16, 7 42 29 AM

Photo Feb 15, 8 15 09 AM

Photo Feb 18, 6 00 42 PM

Photo Jan 29, 7 44 46 PM

I think I’ve reached my limit of pics of bare trees for one year. All of my other recent photos are of the boy or the cat. Yeah, I’m ready for spring.

Did you hear we’re supposed to get another snowstorm again this weekend? *headdesk* I miss green grass and daisies!

 

catching up

It’s been a long time since I did a Friday bullets, but here I am again!

ps. I don’t have a pan big enough for my stupid turkey. I DECLUTTERED it 2 years ago. Arghh.

the politics of hate

There are very few things I hate in this world but I truly HATE politics. Not people, but the political machinery that is grinding away at all of us.

I know how I am going to vote, and I know what issues call to me. I research those issues with what I hope is an open mind, on my own, in as many places as I can. I read both Huffpo and Fox News in hopes of finding some truth in the middle. There is no middle. They both make me gag with their slimy bullshit sensationalism. The rise of the new muckrakers is upon us and no one seems to care.

I don’t need incessant phone calls, or endless TV ads, or crazy pants rants on Facebook, or whatever other medium people want use to try to sway me. Everyone spreads half-truths, tells outright lies, or resorts to personal attacks so I’ve just stopped believing anything I hear. Most don’t even know that they are perpetuating lies someone else created. I’m just sick of it all.

It scares me when I see how truly hateful some people can be. Especially on the internet where some sense of anonymity turns what I would assume are normal rational adults into fear mongering jerks who will attack on a whim.

We all dig our little hole in the ground, call it our position, and never waver again. Not even a lean in one direction or another. There is no listening to what others have to say, no hmm, maybe you could be on to something there. I only see my-way-or-the-highway arguments, name-calling, and belittling of others opinions and feelings. La la la la, I don’t hear you, I’m right, you’re wrong, screw you.

How is this ever going to get us anywhere? Where is the compromise, the kindness? How are we ever going to dig ourselves out of this mess if we’re all in our own little holes with no room to shift?

It worries me greatly.

summer of fabulous

I can’t believe summer is almost over and school starts next week. Noooo!!

Honestly, I’m not normally a huge fan of summer, since I kinda really hate the heat. I’m really more of a fall person, but I absolutely loved these past few months.

A couple of days ago, out of the blue, Josh told me that this was his best summer ever.

He said was the perfect mix of play dates with friends, going to camp, swimming, spending time away from home without us, and staying home and hanging out with us.

With my job in a lull since the end of June and Damon able to take a little time off here and there we actually got to DO things together.

I’ll probably never have another summer off from work again so I tried to make the most of it. We went to the beach, the Science Museum, a couple of fairs, and a parade. Then there were trips to the farmer’s market, picking strawberries, and visits with friends and family.

We played board games, and Legos, and football.

Josh and I spent ridiculous amounts of time at the pool. I even got some Sunday naps with my cat while the boys went biking!

I learned how to RUN and lost 35 36 pounds. No really.

Josh learned how to play chess and swim like a fish.

We enjoyed every single minute. (Even the 5am runs.)

I think it was MY best summer ever too.

 

my colon hates me

WARNING WARNING This is going to be one of THOSE posts. The squeamish should run away now while you can!

I think you all know I have IBS. No rhyme or reason, no cause, just effect. You know never know when it will hit you, what food will do you in, or where you will be when it strikes.

My digestive system is just ridiculous. You know, you never hear anyone say that they love their intestines. You know why? Because if they work well you take them for granted! You only hear from those of us who hate our guts. And whose guts hate them back.

When my gallbladder up and quit on me I thought my “issues” would get better. And they did! I could eat salad again! Seriously though, a piece of freaking lettuce used to send me running for the loo. I don’t have to play I-Spy a restroom every time I walk into an unfamiliar building anymore. It’s soooo much better. Except when it’s not.

When you have your gallbladder removed, all of a sudden you have no bile regulation. Your liver continues to spurt that acid out on a regular basis, but without the gallbladder there to send it on only when you need it, the bile just goes straight to your stomach and sits there waiting for food. When you sleep at night or otherwise fast for a time the acid really builds up. Stomach acid + say, an egg in the morning? Well, they don’t play well together. I’ve learned simple coping things, lots of whole grains/high fiber, especially in the mornings, make a huge difference.

The problem is, I have other triggers, hidden triggers. I’m still finding them 3 years post surgery. There are the obvious ones, fried foods, high fat foods, high sugar foods, and too many raw vegetables.

Then there are the less obvious. The most recent discovery? Splenda.

F…&%*$#

Ahem.

It’s really hard to try to lose weight when you can’t have any artificial sweeteners. Nutrasweet (aka aspartame) gives me migraines and now Splenda (aka sucralose) gives me diarrhea. Massive cramping, leave you on the floor in a fetal position, diarrhea. Awesome.

I’m going to drink some stupid plain water now. Humph.

 

cat puke; episode 397

TGIF y’all. I can’t even. Just TGIF.

So who else had one of THOSE weeks??

Yeah, you better hide your face.

That was just ONE DAY. How was your week??

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