Where to begin....? Well If I started at the beginning this blog would be 2 miles long. Frankly I dont have the energy yet to fill you all in on the things life has thrown this way since we moved North. So here is where we are now! Kenny is home living with us full time. We have spent the past 2 months driving around, finding new things to look at, new places to spend our oh so plentiful free time. It was nice while it lasted, but as most of you know I am the most stir crazy-need to be active-cant do nothing for a whole day-let alone 2 months-kind of lady. So I was ready to restart a new life.
We started looking for preschools for Megan so that we could venture onto new things and to get her socializing with kids her age, her maturity level, and her education level.......WHAT A JOKE! We were fortunate to have our kids attend Unity preschool, the most well rounded, properly put together school I have ever seen. We are in Portland, so I assumed we could find an alternative care facility that at least aimed toward their standards. Boy was I wrong. We cant find a school at all! Not having anyone who can recommend one is hard as well. In Eugene if I said where is a good school, I would be flooded with advice. Here not so much. Everywhere I go either has a teacher/Student ratio that is far too high, or not enough kids to even make a dent in her need to make friends, the prices are WAY too high, or the teachers just freak us out! So far, no luck. Either Unity ruined me, or most of the people up here don't mind if their child is not able to learn the basics and more, or their child is lost in a sea of other kids, or if the teachers seem like they could use a little one on one with a man in a white coat. So the search continues. Ill let you know what we find.
This past weekend I felt more at home here than I have the whole time we have lived here. We had friends! Our lovely new friend Lacey and her beautiful babies came to stay with us in Thursday night, we went to the Museum and Megan was able to hang out with friends who act like her equals. It was so nice. Kenny, lace, and I watched tv, drank wine, and were able to just relax while they played. It.was.heaven. The next night one of my oldest, most lovely and beloved friends of 20 years, Caitlin and her hubs Chris has us over for dinner. We had mommy time, the boys had man time, and our little girls were able to play! Megan is abot 16 months older than Caroline, so there is room for improvement in Megans ability to play with her correctly, but time will prove that they are going to be bffs and I couldnt be more excited! Then Saturday night my new Step-Sisterish, lol, Danielle invited us over for a dinner party, game night. We ate, drank, and played for hours. It was great! Megan is one of the gang, she feels right at home with them. I have never met a group of grown ups without kids who are better parents! Oh I was in heaven! I would love to have weekends like that all the time. Well, every other weekend maybe. I need to think of a signature dish or two that are Vegan so I can take them anywhere. Ideas? Thanks!
Today was my first day back in school! I think it is the 5th or 6th time I have enrolled in college. I have one degree, but not the one I set out to get. So this time I will not stop until I am an RN. No excuses, no babies, no jobs, nothing. I am getting my RN. Period. I have 3 classes this term to get me rolling again. I had to start with math 60, Intro to Poetry, and Intro to Speech communication. At first I thought I was taking some slow kid classes. Now that they have began I feel like I am right where I should be. With Megan at home 24-7 and 12 credits to pull off, I am glad I didnt aim higher, or I would be lost! We shall see how it all plays out. Going to a new college where I literally know no one is definitely different. I am used to running into people who know me from my jobs, high school, or a mutual friend. In this place I am living in complete anonymity. Its so foreign. I think it will be good for me. Right? Ill let you know.
Today was also our first day at the gym!!! I have gained....drum roll please......10 lb since we moved here. I knew it was at least that, you should see my gut! But I guess that is to expected when we sit and watch tv, movies, or whatever we can and eat, and eat and eat. I got a cook book from my mom for Christmas and have been making all of our dinner, and shopping for the week in advance. Its paying off financially, but my belly and kenny's I might add, are getting fuller. I think that with the added activity we will take it back off. Of course we will. We have great metabolizes, we just have to get up and get moving! I went straight for the treadmills, which were full, al 30 of them, seriously. So instead I went for the bike. i rode 10 miles in 30 minutes. I have no idea if that is good or bad. It didnt feel like I was doing anything, pedaling as fast as I could I barely broke a sweat. I thought it was all in vain. Then i stood up. I literally almost feel down when I tried to walk. My legs were jello. So I did w few weights for my stomach, arms, and back. I am thinking I really over did it considering my inactivity level for the past 3 months, but if I can move tomorrow, I am going back in. Kenny is still there, he has been playing basketball for 3 hours straight. Hehehe. we are going to be so sore tomorrow! Megan and I got home from the gym and I was a ravenous starved crazy woman. Big mistake! I have done this working out, eating healthy, trainer kick before, you think I would have thought ahead. Nope, not I. I had a bagel and an apple at school today at 12 m, that was the first and only thing I had eaten today. Bad move. As I usually do, while working out I started to plan my next meal, and actually stopped working out and came home due to hunger! I walked in the door and saw red.....or green. I knew I needed to eat a lot and fast and it couldnt be candy. Even though it was readily available! So I tore apart the fridge. First I ate a bowl full of steamed broccoli, while my asparagus cooked. Then I finished off the turkey lunch meat, that helped, then the asparagus was done. I ate too much of that. Not good. Then Megan asked for a Peanut Butter and Honey sandwich, so of course I made myself a half of one. Oops, then I took a rather large bite of cheesecake in the fridge....double oopsI started to feel out of control and I was laughing my ass off at how I cant stop eating while burning calories in any form. So I grabbed an apple and came to blog about it. LOL. So here I am. No longer hungry I guess, though I really want some bread and the rest of that cheesecake. My armpits are OMG AWFUL and I need to go back to the gym to pick up Kenny now.
So if any of my lovely buddies can suggest a way to find a good preschool up here that fits our needs, let me know. Also some suggestions for things to eat before and after or even during workouts...lol, seriously though, I love food. Let me know..And of course some Vegan or Vegetarian dishes that are dinner party friendly.....gimme!
Signing off. The oh so happy to be back in the swing of life,
Marci Edmondson
Aspiring to aspire if you will.
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Birthday, Holidays, and Pinched Nerves....Oh My!!
LOL. Jeez. I gotta laugh at this life sometimes or my brain would explode! I havent blogged since we arrived, not for lack of things to tell you, but for lack of Mego-less time to sit down and do it. She is on an outting with Daddy for the afternoon, so I am going to give it my best shot while they are gone. I recently read ALL of my Myspace blogs. Holy buckets. I ranted constantly. I thought I would follow that writing style again today. Sorry Charlies!
Oh where do I begin....
Life in Rock Creek, Oregon is well, boring. As you all know Ive never been unemployed before, and frankly, I am going bonkers. He he. If I had a great big house that needed to be cleaned constantly, Id be less bored, but seeing as we down sized (ALOT) and our apartment is pretty much put together 24-7, that idea is out. We managed to keep busy for a few days there with trips back and forth down south to our homeland to visit, for my older (smaller) brother Beau's 30th on the 23rd, Thanksgiving, which we celebrated 3 nights in a row, 23rd, 24th and 25th, Zachary's 10th birthday party on the 27th, my younger (bigger) brother Daniel's 26th on the 2nd, and Megan's 3rd birthday on the 4th. Ahhhh!! What are the chances that my mother had 2 kids the same week I had 2 kids? On a holiday week? Seriously. Sometimes God is silly. That brings up several side notes:
My big brother is 30. WTF? Arent we still kids? Cant I kick him in the junk when he is mean to me? How in the hell is he 30? That means I am almost 28. Ugh. How time flies huh? Happy Birthday Beau.
My little boy is 10 years old. I have been a mom for an entire decade now, plus 9 months. How is that possible? A decade of motherhood? I have learned so much, I think, from these 10 years. God I hope so. I have done so many things different with Megan, but then again Kenny and I are together, which is WAY different from when Zach was this age. He is so wise and mature, and yet still so young, with so much to learn and see, and do. I am going to cry. Yep. Here it comes. I miss him. I miss him so much. I didn't see him on his actual Birthday. He sounded so sad and lonely. I wanted to punch his father. I always want to punch his father, but he made no effort to make his day special. When I talked to Zach at dinnertime, he said he hadnt even told him Happy Birthday. Come on Asshole. You asked for him to be with you and you cant even make his birthday a good one? After we threw his entire party......Just now, get a call from my crying 10 year old son. Lovely. I cant believe he cant handle him and make a home for his son for 1 school year. God I hate that guy. Damn it Greg. Fuck. Excuse my language, or dont, I dont care.
Kenny just called and there is a suspicious device on the train tracks in downtown, so they had to get off the train and wait for a bus. Did I mention its 30 flipping degrees outside? And the next bus is not for 20 minutes. Traffic is so fancy that it would take me 2 hours to get to them. Awesome. Did I mention cool stuff happens in the city? lol.
Where was I? Oh yeah...I hate Greg. No, my son is 10. Oy. I must move on to spare cursing and tears. Megan is 3 years old now. WOW. My baby, the one I waited 7 years to have, is now getting ready for college. Seriously, she is so smart and mature, it boggles my mind. She is alot like Zach in so many ways. I remember bragging, constantly I think about how smart he was. And now, I am doing it again. They look so much alike too, in all my favorite ways. I love my kids. Both of them, very much. Even when they scream at the top of their lungs because I am merely in the next room, and walking is hard. I love them when the cry forever and ever to the point that they dont recall why it started. Yep. They are my kids.
Christmas is in 19 days. Again, WTF?! I cant even wrap my brain around that. This is the first year that I dont have it all taken care of and wrapped under the tree at this point. Then again, this is my first year since age 10, when I dont have an income. Luckily, I have an amazing husband who reassures me that all will be well by Dec. 25th. We have had alot of catching up to do since the move and we are beginning to see the light again. Seriously though, my kids both just had bithdays, and have every single thing they could ever ask for. So why is it that I am obsessed with buying gifts? I dunno. Blame my mother. Love you mom. And your gifts!! This year I am baking, and crafting....ALOT! (Kenny just text and the suspisious device is where his car is parked. LMAO, what are the chances?) I was raised to get presents! And give presents! We loved them! Gotta go pick up Kenny and Megan with my darling life saver friend Nicole. To be continued.....
Crisis Averted. Jeez. I think I am going to just give up on this blog until next time. Which will be soon. I habe more to talk/vent/blog about, but Megan is home now, so I am going to go snuggle and watch "All Dogs go to Heaven" for the 23rd time this week.
I am doing ok. Megan is great. Kenny is good.
Over and Out Good Buddy
Oh where do I begin....
Life in Rock Creek, Oregon is well, boring. As you all know Ive never been unemployed before, and frankly, I am going bonkers. He he. If I had a great big house that needed to be cleaned constantly, Id be less bored, but seeing as we down sized (ALOT) and our apartment is pretty much put together 24-7, that idea is out. We managed to keep busy for a few days there with trips back and forth down south to our homeland to visit, for my older (smaller) brother Beau's 30th on the 23rd, Thanksgiving, which we celebrated 3 nights in a row, 23rd, 24th and 25th, Zachary's 10th birthday party on the 27th, my younger (bigger) brother Daniel's 26th on the 2nd, and Megan's 3rd birthday on the 4th. Ahhhh!! What are the chances that my mother had 2 kids the same week I had 2 kids? On a holiday week? Seriously. Sometimes God is silly. That brings up several side notes:
My big brother is 30. WTF? Arent we still kids? Cant I kick him in the junk when he is mean to me? How in the hell is he 30? That means I am almost 28. Ugh. How time flies huh? Happy Birthday Beau.
My little boy is 10 years old. I have been a mom for an entire decade now, plus 9 months. How is that possible? A decade of motherhood? I have learned so much, I think, from these 10 years. God I hope so. I have done so many things different with Megan, but then again Kenny and I are together, which is WAY different from when Zach was this age. He is so wise and mature, and yet still so young, with so much to learn and see, and do. I am going to cry. Yep. Here it comes. I miss him. I miss him so much. I didn't see him on his actual Birthday. He sounded so sad and lonely. I wanted to punch his father. I always want to punch his father, but he made no effort to make his day special. When I talked to Zach at dinnertime, he said he hadnt even told him Happy Birthday. Come on Asshole. You asked for him to be with you and you cant even make his birthday a good one? After we threw his entire party......Just now, get a call from my crying 10 year old son. Lovely. I cant believe he cant handle him and make a home for his son for 1 school year. God I hate that guy. Damn it Greg. Fuck. Excuse my language, or dont, I dont care.
Kenny just called and there is a suspicious device on the train tracks in downtown, so they had to get off the train and wait for a bus. Did I mention its 30 flipping degrees outside? And the next bus is not for 20 minutes. Traffic is so fancy that it would take me 2 hours to get to them. Awesome. Did I mention cool stuff happens in the city? lol.
Where was I? Oh yeah...I hate Greg. No, my son is 10. Oy. I must move on to spare cursing and tears. Megan is 3 years old now. WOW. My baby, the one I waited 7 years to have, is now getting ready for college. Seriously, she is so smart and mature, it boggles my mind. She is alot like Zach in so many ways. I remember bragging, constantly I think about how smart he was. And now, I am doing it again. They look so much alike too, in all my favorite ways. I love my kids. Both of them, very much. Even when they scream at the top of their lungs because I am merely in the next room, and walking is hard. I love them when the cry forever and ever to the point that they dont recall why it started. Yep. They are my kids.
Christmas is in 19 days. Again, WTF?! I cant even wrap my brain around that. This is the first year that I dont have it all taken care of and wrapped under the tree at this point. Then again, this is my first year since age 10, when I dont have an income. Luckily, I have an amazing husband who reassures me that all will be well by Dec. 25th. We have had alot of catching up to do since the move and we are beginning to see the light again. Seriously though, my kids both just had bithdays, and have every single thing they could ever ask for. So why is it that I am obsessed with buying gifts? I dunno. Blame my mother. Love you mom. And your gifts!! This year I am baking, and crafting....ALOT! (Kenny just text and the suspisious device is where his car is parked. LMAO, what are the chances?) I was raised to get presents! And give presents! We loved them! Gotta go pick up Kenny and Megan with my darling life saver friend Nicole. To be continued.....
Crisis Averted. Jeez. I think I am going to just give up on this blog until next time. Which will be soon. I habe more to talk/vent/blog about, but Megan is home now, so I am going to go snuggle and watch "All Dogs go to Heaven" for the 23rd time this week.
I am doing ok. Megan is great. Kenny is good.
Over and Out Good Buddy
Friday, October 21, 2011
And Away we go!
Holy buckets. So much has happened over the past 6 weeks. It blows my mind. Seriously. I can still hear the wind through my skull. I got word today that we were approved for an apartment! We had applied for one that was 3 blocks from Summer, but were denied because we were stuck in a lease. Well, technically we still are. While up there for our 6 day Gypsy Adventure this week I stayed at my friend Nicole's apartment in between Beau's and visiting Kenny at Summer's. Super cute, 2 bedroom, 2 bath, on he country side of PDX, Rock Creek I believe is the name of the section in Hillsboro. PDX is so crazy! I spent 6 days driving around and I still couldnt tell you where I was most of the time. SO I will have a built in BFF in my complex, just a hop, skip, and some stairs away, my big bro Beau is 15 minutes away, and we will be 30 minutes from Summer and Kenny. I am so excited, yet absolutely scared. I have never left the 541 before. But living away from Kenny and Summer is no longer an option and its only been a few days. He needs us, She needs him, and I need something new! Zachary and I have discussed it and he is green light on the subject. He loves PDX, uncle Beau, and knows how much it means to us to be with Summer while she is sick and going through treatment. He made me feel much better about it, he gets it. I love him.
So I am planning n moving next weekend. They are going to start showing our house on Monday, with or without me there. So I have to figure out how to go from a 3 bedroom, 1200sq ft house with a full garage and a shed, to a 935 sq ft apartment with a storage area the size of my closet! Time to down size Mama. Big time. I have so much to do and get rid of in 1 week, its insane! Again, if you need any house stuff, let me know, cause I have WAY. TOO. MUCH! And my husband is in another city, so I will be doing the moving myself, with my mom and by the grace of god a brother or two. Feel free to come over and hang out, go through my stuff, and /or help. Any of the above will be much appreciated. If you have any pointers on moving to another area code, or into an apartment that I should know, drop me a line, cause I feel like I am drowning. You would think I would have a fab system for moving, since I've done it 8 times in the past few years, but this is different, I cant make 15 runs with my mini van, I have to do it all in one shot, boxes, u haul, the works. Ugh. Makes me nervous. But I am doing it. WE are doing it. My husband and I are going to build a life together, away from distractions, my old job, friends, enemies, families, just us, Megan, and the boys on the weekends. Who knows how long we will be there, or how this journey will play out, but I am trying to take it one day at a time for now. We shall see how that goes.
I have to go get Mego from baby school now. Tonight is the school carnival! She is going to have so much fun, Zach on the other hand, may think this is for babies, we shall see on that too!
Thank you so much for all of your love and support. I love you all. Thanks for reading!!
Marci Edmondson
So I am planning n moving next weekend. They are going to start showing our house on Monday, with or without me there. So I have to figure out how to go from a 3 bedroom, 1200sq ft house with a full garage and a shed, to a 935 sq ft apartment with a storage area the size of my closet! Time to down size Mama. Big time. I have so much to do and get rid of in 1 week, its insane! Again, if you need any house stuff, let me know, cause I have WAY. TOO. MUCH! And my husband is in another city, so I will be doing the moving myself, with my mom and by the grace of god a brother or two. Feel free to come over and hang out, go through my stuff, and /or help. Any of the above will be much appreciated. If you have any pointers on moving to another area code, or into an apartment that I should know, drop me a line, cause I feel like I am drowning. You would think I would have a fab system for moving, since I've done it 8 times in the past few years, but this is different, I cant make 15 runs with my mini van, I have to do it all in one shot, boxes, u haul, the works. Ugh. Makes me nervous. But I am doing it. WE are doing it. My husband and I are going to build a life together, away from distractions, my old job, friends, enemies, families, just us, Megan, and the boys on the weekends. Who knows how long we will be there, or how this journey will play out, but I am trying to take it one day at a time for now. We shall see how that goes.
I have to go get Mego from baby school now. Tonight is the school carnival! She is going to have so much fun, Zach on the other hand, may think this is for babies, we shall see on that too!
Thank you so much for all of your love and support. I love you all. Thanks for reading!!
Marci Edmondson
Thursday, October 13, 2011
I don't go to work anymore....huh?
WTF? As of Friday, October 7th at 3:30 pm, I am no longer employed. For like the first time ever. Today is Day 4 of waking up and not getting ready for work. Somehow I have been too busy to write a blog about it.
I've done all kinda of things over the past 4 days. Um...I....uh...organized my kitchen utensil drawer last night. I've gone to Goodwill 3 times, different ones each time, St Vinnies once. Started collecting Pins on my Pin Interest board, which is too addicting. I've started collecting craft supplies for all the DIY ideas I wanna do. I hung out with my Mama In Llama. Oh and filled out name change paperwork, because I am a lagger, I know. 10 months we have been married. Jeez. I have spent time with my husband....ahhhh. About time. We are now up in Milwaulkie visiting Summer.
Things did not go as planned with our moving situation. Due to myself paying the rent on the 5th, 4 times since I moved in 18 months ago, we got a bad rental reference and were denied our place. Then we were given notice that we would need to remain paying on my house until it rerented. So, needless to say, we are stuck in our lease a little longer, and are not going anywhere asap. Luckily we got into a more fuel efficient car, so commuting to Portland to Summer is now a piece of pie.
Now back to the title topic. I quit my job. Weird. I dont get up at 7 anymore. I dont wear scrubs ALL DAY LONG. I dont have to check voicemails from 25 patients who are impatient, type shit into a computer system that I wanna punch, or get yelled at or around my a boss who hates the world! Dont get me wrong, I miss somethings. I miss my coworkers, SO FLIPPIN MUCH. I miss Penny being made because I clocked in wrong, I miss griping at Danya for bringing me work to do, I miss telling Linda and Chris that they cant transfer calls to me. I miss my patients who love me and are happy that I am part of their day. I miss Sadie Bug, just being in my view. Oh... there is so much I miss. But I am happy now. I dont have to take Xanax to make it through a shift so I dont cry or cuss because I am so miserable. I dont have to complain because my job doesnt work right, rather that the system that was designed to make my job easier, is broken. LOL.
I have plans. I have things I want to try, and see, and create. And now I have the chance to do so. I will be sure to share the new activities I get to do with my free time.
Til we meet again,
Marci Edmondson
I've done all kinda of things over the past 4 days. Um...I....uh...organized my kitchen utensil drawer last night. I've gone to Goodwill 3 times, different ones each time, St Vinnies once. Started collecting Pins on my Pin Interest board, which is too addicting. I've started collecting craft supplies for all the DIY ideas I wanna do. I hung out with my Mama In Llama. Oh and filled out name change paperwork, because I am a lagger, I know. 10 months we have been married. Jeez. I have spent time with my husband....ahhhh. About time. We are now up in Milwaulkie visiting Summer.
Things did not go as planned with our moving situation. Due to myself paying the rent on the 5th, 4 times since I moved in 18 months ago, we got a bad rental reference and were denied our place. Then we were given notice that we would need to remain paying on my house until it rerented. So, needless to say, we are stuck in our lease a little longer, and are not going anywhere asap. Luckily we got into a more fuel efficient car, so commuting to Portland to Summer is now a piece of pie.
Now back to the title topic. I quit my job. Weird. I dont get up at 7 anymore. I dont wear scrubs ALL DAY LONG. I dont have to check voicemails from 25 patients who are impatient, type shit into a computer system that I wanna punch, or get yelled at or around my a boss who hates the world! Dont get me wrong, I miss somethings. I miss my coworkers, SO FLIPPIN MUCH. I miss Penny being made because I clocked in wrong, I miss griping at Danya for bringing me work to do, I miss telling Linda and Chris that they cant transfer calls to me. I miss my patients who love me and are happy that I am part of their day. I miss Sadie Bug, just being in my view. Oh... there is so much I miss. But I am happy now. I dont have to take Xanax to make it through a shift so I dont cry or cuss because I am so miserable. I dont have to complain because my job doesnt work right, rather that the system that was designed to make my job easier, is broken. LOL.
I have plans. I have things I want to try, and see, and create. And now I have the chance to do so. I will be sure to share the new activities I get to do with my free time.
Til we meet again,
Marci Edmondson
Monday, October 3, 2011
Oh these times they are a changin!
I kind of forgot how to blog, its been a minute, bare with me. So many things have changed in our lives have changed over the last year, most of which were for the better, some have yet to be seen.
Dylan has gone back to live with his mom full time. Originally she was planning to move to Colorado, after the tragic death of her best friend, but it turned into just taking Dylan back instead. He is happy, comfortable, and right back into same old Dylan.
Zachary moved in with his father for the first time ever Labor Day weekend. We had been in talks for about a year, all waiting on Greg getting into a house with room for Zach. He got moved in the last weekend in August, and it seemed that the most appropriate time for him to move in would be before the new school year started, right? That's what I kept telling myself. He is all settled in, going to school, making new friends, making strides with his behavior, and just got new baby brother! He seems to be doing pretty well, except for when he is bored, then the whole world ends. So far so good anyway.
Now in Marci news......I quit my job!!! I know! I cant believe it either! My last day is this Friday, October 7th. I have never been unemployed since my first babysitting job for Debbie Jean when I was 10. I am still in shock, and we haven't even begun! We had been discussing how the additional hours I was being forced to work were really starting to strain our already strained home life, how if we were more careful, we could make it on Kenny's income alone, and all that jazz for a while now. Recently OMG implemented a new computer program which took on a life of its own! It got bad, really bad at the office. I was working 50-60 hours a week, bringing work home, and dealing with a very angry Doctor, who yelled and cussed worse than I used to! Did I mention I work as an assistant in a dr office? I could understand if I worked in an attorneys office, or a tax office in April, but shit man, seriously?! I got run down, and had some flu symptoms, so I called into work the day after the system was launched, I had a 102 fever, the whole bit. I couldn't go to work. I called, everyone understood, because Megan had been sick days before. I was still sick the next day, but came in anyway. One week later, my manager approached me with, "There is a rumor going around that you played hooky last week." I snapped. I tried to talk to my dr. (boss) about it, and he cussed, and yelled, and basically said I was a liar...... so......I......quit! The next morning, in a mature fashion of course. Ive never done that before! It felt....foreign, and scary, but a huge relief. So, my last day is in 4 days and I couldn't be more thrilled, scared, lost, happy, bewildered, and excited!!
So our original plan was to move to the ocean, Kenny, Megan, and I. To the beach, to fresh sea air, and rock gardens, and peace. We set to looking for places right away. Everything looked lovely, but it wasn't feeling right or real. And then it became clear as to why....
One of our dearest, most treasured friends was recently diagnosed with Stage II Ovarian Cancer. She is to me, the most incredible, inspirational, heart filled, loving, smiley, laughy, tutu wearing, duck flare sporting, positive, wow, wow, awesome lady I have even had the privilege of knowing. She was all of those things to me before we learned that she was sick. I am bawling my eyes out just thinking of how much I love her! In the short time that she has been in my life she has helped me in more ways than I can even blog about, (maybe later). I am eternally grateful to have her in my life. Sometimes you meet a person so unique, so real, so perfectly them, that you have no choice but to tuck them deep in your heart and hang on for dear life, to learn all they have to teach, to see all they want to show, and to hear all they have to say. She is that person for me. (143 WTD!) We have been talking to her everyday, and hating that she is so far away. We cant hug her, help her, hold her, or do a gosh darn thing for her, aside from what our cell phones allow. She lives in Milwaulkie, where her doctors, friends, and home are. We tried to kidnap her and bring her to live with us, but she wasn't having it......so.....we are moving to Milwaulkie by the end of this month! We got an apartment that is about 3 blocks from her house, we will be able to be right there no matter what she needs. I am so relieved to know that if she needs a tissue, I can simply take her one.
Ya'll know Ive never lived more than 20 minutes from Dexter, my parents, and definitely not Zachary. I am nervous of course, but am so willing to take this step. I recently found this quote that said, " She took the plunge and built her wings on the way down." That's kind of what I am living on right now. I am about to move away from my family, friends, home, job, and my comfort zone that Ive clung to for my entire life, and frankly, it feels great! I am taking a much need step with my husband to lean on eachother, find new normal, and build a life TOGETHER. We will still come down on the weekends to spend time with our boys, our parents, our peeps. But right now our hearts are up north with our beloved friend, and we are making the choice to follow them to be with her at this trying time in her life. Thank you in advance for all of your blessings, they mean so much to me.
Ill be giving away half the crap in my house, in case anyone wants some of it! Ta ta for now. Ill be blogging more to keep everyone up to date on the Adventures of us. Until then, XOXOXOO
Marci Edmondson
Dylan has gone back to live with his mom full time. Originally she was planning to move to Colorado, after the tragic death of her best friend, but it turned into just taking Dylan back instead. He is happy, comfortable, and right back into same old Dylan.
Zachary moved in with his father for the first time ever Labor Day weekend. We had been in talks for about a year, all waiting on Greg getting into a house with room for Zach. He got moved in the last weekend in August, and it seemed that the most appropriate time for him to move in would be before the new school year started, right? That's what I kept telling myself. He is all settled in, going to school, making new friends, making strides with his behavior, and just got new baby brother! He seems to be doing pretty well, except for when he is bored, then the whole world ends. So far so good anyway.
Now in Marci news......I quit my job!!! I know! I cant believe it either! My last day is this Friday, October 7th. I have never been unemployed since my first babysitting job for Debbie Jean when I was 10. I am still in shock, and we haven't even begun! We had been discussing how the additional hours I was being forced to work were really starting to strain our already strained home life, how if we were more careful, we could make it on Kenny's income alone, and all that jazz for a while now. Recently OMG implemented a new computer program which took on a life of its own! It got bad, really bad at the office. I was working 50-60 hours a week, bringing work home, and dealing with a very angry Doctor, who yelled and cussed worse than I used to! Did I mention I work as an assistant in a dr office? I could understand if I worked in an attorneys office, or a tax office in April, but shit man, seriously?! I got run down, and had some flu symptoms, so I called into work the day after the system was launched, I had a 102 fever, the whole bit. I couldn't go to work. I called, everyone understood, because Megan had been sick days before. I was still sick the next day, but came in anyway. One week later, my manager approached me with, "There is a rumor going around that you played hooky last week." I snapped. I tried to talk to my dr. (boss) about it, and he cussed, and yelled, and basically said I was a liar...... so......I......quit! The next morning, in a mature fashion of course. Ive never done that before! It felt....foreign, and scary, but a huge relief. So, my last day is in 4 days and I couldn't be more thrilled, scared, lost, happy, bewildered, and excited!!
So our original plan was to move to the ocean, Kenny, Megan, and I. To the beach, to fresh sea air, and rock gardens, and peace. We set to looking for places right away. Everything looked lovely, but it wasn't feeling right or real. And then it became clear as to why....
One of our dearest, most treasured friends was recently diagnosed with Stage II Ovarian Cancer. She is to me, the most incredible, inspirational, heart filled, loving, smiley, laughy, tutu wearing, duck flare sporting, positive, wow, wow, awesome lady I have even had the privilege of knowing. She was all of those things to me before we learned that she was sick. I am bawling my eyes out just thinking of how much I love her! In the short time that she has been in my life she has helped me in more ways than I can even blog about, (maybe later). I am eternally grateful to have her in my life. Sometimes you meet a person so unique, so real, so perfectly them, that you have no choice but to tuck them deep in your heart and hang on for dear life, to learn all they have to teach, to see all they want to show, and to hear all they have to say. She is that person for me. (143 WTD!) We have been talking to her everyday, and hating that she is so far away. We cant hug her, help her, hold her, or do a gosh darn thing for her, aside from what our cell phones allow. She lives in Milwaulkie, where her doctors, friends, and home are. We tried to kidnap her and bring her to live with us, but she wasn't having it......so.....we are moving to Milwaulkie by the end of this month! We got an apartment that is about 3 blocks from her house, we will be able to be right there no matter what she needs. I am so relieved to know that if she needs a tissue, I can simply take her one.
Ya'll know Ive never lived more than 20 minutes from Dexter, my parents, and definitely not Zachary. I am nervous of course, but am so willing to take this step. I recently found this quote that said, " She took the plunge and built her wings on the way down." That's kind of what I am living on right now. I am about to move away from my family, friends, home, job, and my comfort zone that Ive clung to for my entire life, and frankly, it feels great! I am taking a much need step with my husband to lean on eachother, find new normal, and build a life TOGETHER. We will still come down on the weekends to spend time with our boys, our parents, our peeps. But right now our hearts are up north with our beloved friend, and we are making the choice to follow them to be with her at this trying time in her life. Thank you in advance for all of your blessings, they mean so much to me.
Ill be giving away half the crap in my house, in case anyone wants some of it! Ta ta for now. Ill be blogging more to keep everyone up to date on the Adventures of us. Until then, XOXOXOO
Marci Edmondson
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
138.5 miles?! And why does my skin itch?
LOL. Have to laugh at my self sometimes or I would lose my mind. Tuesday I didn't meet my goals in any way. I totally planned to go to the gym after Mego feel asleep, but I passed out sitting up on the couch instead. Good job Champ. I started out the day by filling up my giant water glass, and then I forgot about it completely til about 5 pm. Oopsie. Yesterday I was dedicated. I was going to run, and drink all that dang water, and not eat crap all day, and do 200 stomach toners, (my new shorter name).
I did it all!! I drank 2 of those giant waters. I did accidentally eat 4 of the 1/2 sandwiches that were catered during our meeting at work, aside from the Ciabatta bread, they weren't unhealthy. But I ate 4. My bad. Because of said staff meeting, I didn't run at lunch time. I thought I could magically squeeze it in before midnight. It could happen right? I was feeling pretty good about my day by the time I got home. Then I remembered that Kenny had practice, no runny there. Hmmmm. My father appeared soon there after to play with Mego. Poof! Magic!! Ha ha. So I decided to try outdoor running in the rain with my RunKeeper in tow to map out my adventure. Great idea! I learned a few things doing my run.
1. Running in the rain is very refreshing!
2. I don't know my way around my neighborhood at all, especially in the pitch black.
3. My RunKeeper is demented
I had it set up for a 2 mile coached run. That meant I had a 5 minute warm up period, then I ran for 1 mile, then a 0.25 mile rest time, then another mile of running, 5 minute cool down. It was programed that way so I thought I would try it. I did my first 5 minutes trying to pick a pace. Then I ran for a mile, which in time seemed like 4 hours. I am used to being on the treadmill and having it right there in front of me, in this instance I had my cell in my pocket. Once it announced I had made it a mile, I slowed down, cause that's what the program said to do. But apparently either myself or the system was confused, because right about the time I was ready to start running again, it announced, "slow down for 0.25 miles." WTF?! I had already been pacing myself and I was now ready to run. So I did. It couldn't hurt right? I had no idea where I was in my neighborhood at this point, I ran down a street with a cul de sac and came back, felt kinda silly. I knew my dad had to leave soon, so I pulled out the phone to see how far I had gone....it read 138.50 miles. HUH?
I stopped in my tracks, shook my phone, pushed buttons, (cause that always helps), nothing. My run was lost and it said I has traveled 138.50 miles. LAME. I then immediately figured out how to get home and ran back. Cause I am a quitter.
My most concerning question through all of this was:
WHY DO MY LEGS ITCH??? Why is it that when I run for any amount of time that's worth a crap, my skin itches like crazy? Its very distracting actually. I stopped twice and thought that I may have drawn blood. I almost pulled down my pants in the middle of the side walk to itch my legs, it was bad!! Of course I have no self control, which makes it worse. After scrubbing off my skin like a 5 year old with chicken pox, I started running again. Now they stung. Good job. I got over it and maybe even blocked it out. But why oh why does that happen? Is it my oh so blocked sweat glands going back to life after not being used? Is it my skin tightening back up? Please say that's it! When I used to run a few years ago, it was always my stomach that itched. Explain this please. Thanks.
Well, now that I have told you about my past 2 days of trying to get in shape while not really dieting, or using drugs, and still eating what I want, I am going to go finish my big ol cup of water and get Mego ready for bed so I can try that night, rain running thing again. Wish me luck!!
Marci
I did it all!! I drank 2 of those giant waters. I did accidentally eat 4 of the 1/2 sandwiches that were catered during our meeting at work, aside from the Ciabatta bread, they weren't unhealthy. But I ate 4. My bad. Because of said staff meeting, I didn't run at lunch time. I thought I could magically squeeze it in before midnight. It could happen right? I was feeling pretty good about my day by the time I got home. Then I remembered that Kenny had practice, no runny there. Hmmmm. My father appeared soon there after to play with Mego. Poof! Magic!! Ha ha. So I decided to try outdoor running in the rain with my RunKeeper in tow to map out my adventure. Great idea! I learned a few things doing my run.
1. Running in the rain is very refreshing!
2. I don't know my way around my neighborhood at all, especially in the pitch black.
3. My RunKeeper is demented
I had it set up for a 2 mile coached run. That meant I had a 5 minute warm up period, then I ran for 1 mile, then a 0.25 mile rest time, then another mile of running, 5 minute cool down. It was programed that way so I thought I would try it. I did my first 5 minutes trying to pick a pace. Then I ran for a mile, which in time seemed like 4 hours. I am used to being on the treadmill and having it right there in front of me, in this instance I had my cell in my pocket. Once it announced I had made it a mile, I slowed down, cause that's what the program said to do. But apparently either myself or the system was confused, because right about the time I was ready to start running again, it announced, "slow down for 0.25 miles." WTF?! I had already been pacing myself and I was now ready to run. So I did. It couldn't hurt right? I had no idea where I was in my neighborhood at this point, I ran down a street with a cul de sac and came back, felt kinda silly. I knew my dad had to leave soon, so I pulled out the phone to see how far I had gone....it read 138.50 miles. HUH?
I stopped in my tracks, shook my phone, pushed buttons, (cause that always helps), nothing. My run was lost and it said I has traveled 138.50 miles. LAME. I then immediately figured out how to get home and ran back. Cause I am a quitter.
My most concerning question through all of this was:
WHY DO MY LEGS ITCH??? Why is it that when I run for any amount of time that's worth a crap, my skin itches like crazy? Its very distracting actually. I stopped twice and thought that I may have drawn blood. I almost pulled down my pants in the middle of the side walk to itch my legs, it was bad!! Of course I have no self control, which makes it worse. After scrubbing off my skin like a 5 year old with chicken pox, I started running again. Now they stung. Good job. I got over it and maybe even blocked it out. But why oh why does that happen? Is it my oh so blocked sweat glands going back to life after not being used? Is it my skin tightening back up? Please say that's it! When I used to run a few years ago, it was always my stomach that itched. Explain this please. Thanks.
Well, now that I have told you about my past 2 days of trying to get in shape while not really dieting, or using drugs, and still eating what I want, I am going to go finish my big ol cup of water and get Mego ready for bed so I can try that night, rain running thing again. Wish me luck!!
Marci
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Running? More like Jogging without style
So I began trying to run around the first of the year, when I quit smoking. I had no goal in mind, other than to eliminate my belly and distract myself from wanting to spend every free moment inhaling carcinogens. I was going every other day if not everyday to the gym or outside, trying to battle my complete unfitness. I was doing about 14 minute miles and gradually getting faster, going longer. I was feeling pretty good about it. Then I got sick. Super sick. Couldn't-breathe-well sick. I hadn't gone to the gym in 3 weeks as of today. Everyday for the past week I talked myself in and out of going during my lunch breaks. I always found a reason why not. I started defeating myself. Kenny bought me Nike running shoes with a RunKeeper wrist band for my birthday and they were still in the box! I had been asked 3 times this week if I am pregnant or having another baby. WTF!?!?! Who does that? First of all, I am 5'10" and 149 lb. I, by no means, am a big enough girl to suggest such a thing. Secondly, who still says shit like that? Its 2011 people, don't you know better by now? One of the people to make this suggestion was a woman! I know right? Luckily I remembered that she is a LOON on mucho mental meds and shouldn't be taken seriously, (at least that's what my boss said to make me feel better). Granted I have a tummy. I can honestly say its my least favorite part of my body. There is little I can really do to undo the baby damage, other than, you guessed it, cardio exercise. So Friday I made my decision, I was going to run this weekend. Then I put it off and off and off. Megan and I layed down for her nap and she passed out, Kenny was mad at the computer, so he was laying down too. My chance to make a RUN for it, literally.
I grabbed my birthday shoes, dug in the garage for some headphones for my phone (the glorified mp3 player), and headed to the gym. Once I left I realized I had no cash nor water bottle. Cool. Who needs to be hydrated the first time they try to start running again? I arrived at the gym ready to show that treadmill who was boss. Unfortunately, it wasn't me this time. I climbed on and tried to turn on my wristband, neat-o, battery almost dead. I pushed the buttons, started up the treadmill and realized I had no idea how to use the wrist band. No clue. Pushed so many buttons the damn thing died. Awesome. By now I had jogged .45 miles and none of it was documented with my shoes. So then I decided to try and find an app for my phone to track it. Found one! Sweet. Meanwhile I was on a treadmill, oh yeah. So I was still jogging and trying to program my phone so I could keep track of my "progress". Then I hit the emergency stop button with my belly. Lost all data up til that point. Yay. But now I had the app loaded, which of course I didn't need for indoor running because I just entered the data after I was done. Now, can I run please? Of course not, my headphone cords were wrapped around the emergency stop key. Data lost, again. Fuckin RAD!!!! By this time the guy next to me probably thought I was out of my mind. Which by some standards maybe I am. Having given up all hope on tracking my run, I just cranked up Crazy Bitch (my favorite running song) and took off for the rest of my journey.
I tried to add up the time and distance I did based on my last view of the screen before I erased it, twice. My best guess was 1.9 miles over about a 35 minute period. I went from 3.2- 6.0 on speed based on frustration with electronics, with an elevation of 2.0. Phew!! I was so sweaty it was not lady like. Come to think of it I forgot to shower when I got home because I was busy still trying to figure out my RunKeeper. Gross. Gotta do that.
REALLY long story short, I am going to use this blog for a source of accountability while I get back on track. I have a few realistic goals for myself. I am not planning to cut calories or diet by any means. I do not have a weight in mind per say anymore, if I did it would be 140, but whatever. I have been trying to eat better and watch what I do eat. Mostly just want to focus and the physical aspects and trying to lose this belly!!
1. Run at least 2 miles every other day.
2. Do at least 200 crunches, bicycles, or leg lifts at home, along with using the machines at the gym when there, 60 reps each, which is 120 all together.
3. Drink at least 2 Mucho Gusto cups of water while at work, which I believe are 32 oz each. Gotta look that up.
4. Be able to wear the shirts that I want without looking like I am 3-4 months gestation.
Thanks for listening to my daily rant. I thought of 3 topics i wanted to blog about while blogging. This may become a problem.
Marci
I grabbed my birthday shoes, dug in the garage for some headphones for my phone (the glorified mp3 player), and headed to the gym. Once I left I realized I had no cash nor water bottle. Cool. Who needs to be hydrated the first time they try to start running again? I arrived at the gym ready to show that treadmill who was boss. Unfortunately, it wasn't me this time. I climbed on and tried to turn on my wristband, neat-o, battery almost dead. I pushed the buttons, started up the treadmill and realized I had no idea how to use the wrist band. No clue. Pushed so many buttons the damn thing died. Awesome. By now I had jogged .45 miles and none of it was documented with my shoes. So then I decided to try and find an app for my phone to track it. Found one! Sweet. Meanwhile I was on a treadmill, oh yeah. So I was still jogging and trying to program my phone so I could keep track of my "progress". Then I hit the emergency stop button with my belly. Lost all data up til that point. Yay. But now I had the app loaded, which of course I didn't need for indoor running because I just entered the data after I was done. Now, can I run please? Of course not, my headphone cords were wrapped around the emergency stop key. Data lost, again. Fuckin RAD!!!! By this time the guy next to me probably thought I was out of my mind. Which by some standards maybe I am. Having given up all hope on tracking my run, I just cranked up Crazy Bitch (my favorite running song) and took off for the rest of my journey.
I tried to add up the time and distance I did based on my last view of the screen before I erased it, twice. My best guess was 1.9 miles over about a 35 minute period. I went from 3.2- 6.0 on speed based on frustration with electronics, with an elevation of 2.0. Phew!! I was so sweaty it was not lady like. Come to think of it I forgot to shower when I got home because I was busy still trying to figure out my RunKeeper. Gross. Gotta do that.
REALLY long story short, I am going to use this blog for a source of accountability while I get back on track. I have a few realistic goals for myself. I am not planning to cut calories or diet by any means. I do not have a weight in mind per say anymore, if I did it would be 140, but whatever. I have been trying to eat better and watch what I do eat. Mostly just want to focus and the physical aspects and trying to lose this belly!!
1. Run at least 2 miles every other day.
2. Do at least 200 crunches, bicycles, or leg lifts at home, along with using the machines at the gym when there, 60 reps each, which is 120 all together.
3. Drink at least 2 Mucho Gusto cups of water while at work, which I believe are 32 oz each. Gotta look that up.
4. Be able to wear the shirts that I want without looking like I am 3-4 months gestation.
Thanks for listening to my daily rant. I thought of 3 topics i wanted to blog about while blogging. This may become a problem.
Marci
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