The Halloween I Almost Shot Someone {#FTSF}

Halloween began just like most others. I had class and I still haven’t determined what I was going to wear that night. Two major differences were that I was going to the party with “someone” and, well, I was going to a Halloween party. I didn’t often do that when I was younger, including college. As the day went by, I realized that my friend also did not have a costume either.

So, we raided my closet because I’m just that lazy and cheap.  I know what you’re thinking, I’ve got a lot of cool costumes.

That’s was totally not the case.

FTSF Halloween 2014I had realized that I had an old cheerleader outfit packed away in the back of my closet. Yes, I was once a cheerleader! And I loved it. I didn’t even need a megaphone! Wait, is that a good thing?

My friend, well, was a guy. I’m not a small girl, and well, he wasn’t a small guy. His build was… eh-hem… nice enough to fit my curvier me.

So, we stuffed a bra, found a skirt, pulled out a wig and dressed him. He looked great and completely unrecognizable… except he was a six foot two inch tall, 240 pound black man, dressed as a woman. We just couldn’t get him into a pair shoes. I have big feet, but not THAT big.

We arrived at the party after a pretty nice makeup job by yours truly and everyone loved his costume… no one noticed me at all.

Then, one of our friends dressed as Lara Croft from Tomb Raider. When I say costume perfection, it was costume perfection.

I have a slight fascination with guns, so my first inclination was to touch the gun. She didn’t have a problem with me picking it up and taking a look.

Once I picked it up, I realized it was no ordinary gun ~ so I asked her “is this a real gun?” Her response, “no”. I asked again because this gun had some heft, some weight, this did not feel like a toy gun, even a real-life looking toy gun. She again said “no”.

In my slightly inebriated state, I began to point the gun at people. I wasn’t crazy enough to put my finger on the trigger because something still didn’t feel right.

Until about a minute later, she realized what I was doing and yelled, “DON’T DO THAT! YOU COULD SERIOUSLY HURT SOMEONE!”

Of course, I put it down immediately. She clarified that the “non-gun” was actually a very sophisticated BB gun.

I wish she would’ve said something earlier. I’m very thankful that I had enough state of mind NOT to put my finger on the trigger.

Tell me your Halloween story, since this is a part of Finish the Sentence Friday, which this week is…

One Halloween I…

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To Reveal or Not Reveal

Parenting is hard work. As a parent or guardian, you’re always concerned whether your child is getting along well in school, hitting the right milestones on time and progressing with their age group. Sometimes, that window could be years. So, you let it go and determine that your child is just on the later end of the spectrum.

Shh... I Gotta Secret |#FTSF | 100lbCountdown.comThat window closes and your child still hasn’t met the milestone. You wonder if you should take them to the doctor. Then you find out that it could be hereditary. You sigh a breath of relief because at least it’s normal, for now.

Again, you stop thinking about it so much, thinking that they are just a late bloomer. That window closes as well.

So, you have a heart to heart with the child. They talk frankly about it. After you ask some deep and detailed questions, you find out… you’re child is just lazy.

 

 

 

To finish the sentence this Friday:

I know my child would rather I not reveal this but … my son still wets the bed. He’s 10.

Oh well. Such is life.

What would your child prefer you not reveal?

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The World Around Me {#FTSF}

I open my garage door to a quiet cul-de-sac. I catch a glimpse of a car passing by the adjoining street, but otherwise don’t hear anything. My daughter is screaming out Almost There at the top of her lungs… and since I’m the good SAHM, I’m belting out the lyrics too. I tend to think I have a good voice, but thankfully, there doesn’t seem to be anyone around to let me know that I’m wrong.

We return a few hours later to one sleeping infant and a toddler obviously needing a nap. Getting out of the car is a fight, her crying, me begging her to just get out or she can stay in the hot garage. The yells and screams don’t seem to provoke any movement in the blinds or curtains as I look around to see if anyone notices my struggle.

On the weekend, my children play in the street, my son riding his bike around the neighborhood. My daughter pretends she can’t pedal her tricycle, except when she’s bribed with chocolate. One car pulls out of their garage, waving kindly goodbye after checking that they wouldn’t hit my daughter.

I return back inside to clean work blog watch television as my husband stays outside with the kids. A couple of hours later, they all return inside and act like they have been in the desert for the last few weeks. Lots of water, snacks galore and nap time for the baby.

Three of my immediate elderly neighbors are on the Homeowners’ Association Board. When I get a chance to see them, I get a courteous “Hello” as they walk their dogs.

In short, I don’t know my neighbors. They don’t know me. I think I want to change it, but should I?

This has been another edition of Finish the Sentence Friday. This week’s prompt is “When it comes to my neighbors…” How would you answer it? Come link up at: Finding Ninee!

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The Wonder of the End of Summer {FTSF}

End of SummerThe alarm goes off and I slowly roll over to press snooze… only to realize, I can just turn it off. Both girls are sleeping soundly and I am warm and snuggly.

This is the first time that the end of summer does not affect my mornings. Bee and Butterfly sleep comfortably while Bunny gets ready with his dad… and off they go.

The end of the summer has come and gone without a whisper of change. The end used to be kicked off/wound down/rolled out with the Labor Day parties. The kids would return the next day. Yet, now it’s endless calendar watching, checking mail, wondering when and why your school starts on a Tuesday, while others still start on Thursday.

The end of the summer for the past few years have been full of worry and anxiety as I shop for school supplies, only to be told that my son didn’t need all of that stuff, the school used a compiled list from “teachers”, not from his specific teacher. Did I overspend? What can I return? Of course, the teacher doesn’t actually let us know what he doesn’t need.

Now, the local county schools require uniforms, where cost is only minimized by the quantity or frequency of laundry I want to be subjected to.

Growing up, it was all about getting the perfect backpack. Now, it’s about making sure that the classroom has enough supplies to operate.

Since summers no longer consist of kids playing outside until the lights come home, the time I spend trying to “entertain” my children is exhausting. Is it enough? Can I afford it? Do I have the time? Do I have the energy?

By the end of the summer, I just want to send all of my children off to enjoy their new playmates and enjoy a glass (or few) of wine. Even though my children are all tucked away in their beds, I’m still frazzled.


I received an Ozeri Electric Wine Opener and the first TWO bottles, I didn’t do it right! I mean, it’s a bottle opener, how hard could it be? Well, it wasn’t, but I was completely over thinking it. There’s one button that you can choose to go up or down. For some reason in my overwhelmed mind, I thought you had to push down, then up to take it out. Nope, all you had to do is push down until the cork was out!

I only drank one bottle, but you could uncork up to 40 bottles on one charge.  I just have 39 more bottles to get through! I have a couple of bottles in the fridge and a couple on the rack. The foil cutter means I can get the bottles open faster and the aerator means that the cheaper stuff will taste better (*wink, wink*) Who wants to come over?

The end of summer brings up distant memories of playing with the many friends that I did not see over the summer. Now, I dream of the solitude of an empty house and nap time, where I can either get some rest, take a nap or work.

At the end of each summer, I always feel… WONDER.

WONDER… at how my children have grown another year.
WONDER… what the new year holds.
WONDER… if we did enough over the summer.
WONDER… if my children remember this summer.
WONDER… how I managed to get through the summer with so much less “stuff”.
WONDER… how I lived without my little ones.

This has been another edition of Finish the Sentence Friday: At the end of each summer, I always feel…

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A Broken Heart {#FTSF}

We all have amazing bodies… I can tell you about giving birth to four children, losing and gaining weight, withstanding sports injuries, and even the fact that most of my scars are barely visible. But I’m not.

Today, I’m going to share a story of one beautiful child’s body.

This story of a newborn… His mom’s labor was uneventful… as uneventful as a labor can be, until a fever kicked in and the risk to having a VBAC was putting both of them at risk. After contemplation and discussion, a second cesarean was performed on the mom and a beautiful baby boy popped out.

This was no ordinary baby boy. This boy had hypoplastic left heart syndrome, which means he was born with an underdeveloped left side of the heart, basically the left side is non-existent.

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Luckily the mother knew about this condition, and was prepared. She was prepared as you could be knowing that her child would have open heart surgery on day seven of life. The mother was told that her child would need three surgeries, each of which have a 25% fatality rate, throughout his life. He would not play sports, he would likely not be an active child. Even if the surgeries were a success, a host of other related problems could occur:

  • Blockage of the artificial shunt
  • Serious infections
  • Chronic diarrhea (from a disease called protein-losing enteropathy)
  • Fluid in the abdomen (ascites) and in the lungs (pleural effusion)
  • Heart failure
  • Irregular, fast heart rhythms (arrhythmias)
  • Strokes and other nervous system complications
  • Sudden death

This baby spent his life in the NICU (newborn intensive care unit), being cared for by nurses, and being visited by his own parents.

The early days

As planned, on day seven, his skin and rib cage were opened from neck to belly button in order to access the heart. The surgery was seven hours… and his parents patiently waited in another room. His broken heart was repaired but not whole.

The surgery was a success! A stint was placed in his heart so that the right side would be able to do the functions of both sides. He looked peaceful in his bed, with his chest pulled apart, a piece of plastic covering the opened area, as the swelling decreased. He was mostly sedated and on a breathing machine, but otherwise did not struggle. All of this was normal.

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As the days and weeks passed, his rib cage fused, the staples holding the two pieces together could be removed and the skin sewn back together.

He was all one again… yet he was more than one. He was my son. He lived a total of seven weeks, but his body endured more than most do in a lifetime.

the final days

Read more HERE.

This is the first year that I did not remember him on the day of his passing. I don’t yet know how I feel about that. I miss him dearly and wish I could hold him one last time.

Remembering Alexander ~ June 1, 2007-July 24, 2007

This has been another edition of Finish the Sentence Friday.

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“We Make a Great Team Together” with Link up!

Summer has officially started in the 100lb Countdown household. Bunny has successfully completed 4th grade and I can finally breathe a sigh of relief for a more relaxed schedule. Overall, he has done well in school… and the struggles are for another post. He has asked consistently since my mother moved to South Carolina seven years ago to go and visit. This year is the first time that this was a possibility.

Getting him there was another story. As someone has who hasn’t had a consistent relationship with my mother, my husband was hesitant, to say the least. Since I knew the background, and I knew he knew the background, I had made the decision (after we agreed that he would go) that I would drive up my son alone and return. I’ve made the trip several times ~ no, not from here to SC, but from where I lived in LA to law school. They are approximately the same distance away.

However, the entire family here was against me making that drive alone.

And I was grateful for that. Who wants to drive seven hours alone?

What came next was surprising… my husband would be the one coming with me.

YES… I’m doing cartwheels in my head!

We get ready to go… and the hammer drops. I’m doing this because I don’t think my wife and child should be riding alone for that distance.

How noble of you!

After much discussion (as I said, we don’t really argue), he said that he was unhappy with this particular decision, but he couldn’t let me go alone. He wouldn’t want anyone to think he’d be ok with his children riding alone.

Well, not so noble.

He started to feel ill… coming down with whatever illness my Bee had the night before…during the drive. I drove the last two hours.

Upon our arrival, he was as nice and gracious as a sick person could be. We opted to stay in a hotel for comfort and to not spread the illness unnecessarily. He participated in everything, with a smile on his face (kinda, remember, he was still sick) and tried to enjoy it all while we went sightseeing and ate sushi for lunch.

After all was said and done, and we left my son to spend the next week with my mother, I thanked him for his good spirit. His response:

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With this, I know he’s got my back and through our discussions, he knows I have his. We are a great team. I love him so much for all of it!

 

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Happy Father’s Day, hunny! I love you so much!

More on loving my husband here written way before this post was written!

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This has been added as a part of this week’s sentence… DEAR DAD…

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The Best Workout Ever!

My love for volleyball deserves a poem… but I’m not going to torture you this week with one of my lame ones. I even tried looking for a good one for you online, but they were incredibly lame.

I love playing volleyball. I was in the best shape of my life. It is the BEST WORKOUT EVER!

Moving to the side works out your butt and thighs ~ perfect for that great butt. Moving forward and back works on your abs and quads ~ perfect for developing a great core since you need balance to not fall over yourself. Jumping works your obliques, quads, hamstrings and calves ~ slimming out your entire body. Have you ever seen someone who regularly plays volleyball that didn’t look fit? It’s hard to play on a regular basis and NOT get in shape!

So, if I see someone playing, I can’t help but jump in the game, except…

Now that I’m in Florida, ALL of the volleyball courts seem to be beach (i.e., sand) volleyball courts. Do you know how much harder that is?

I found some friends that play volleyball every Sunday, so I try to get out there with them. It’s been good (and hard) for my body. I’m exhausted after every game, but it’s always better than the week before! Then there’s the pesky problem of the SAND!

Sand Everywhere

However, working out once a week won’t get me the body I want ~ although I wish it desperately would. With the two little girls, I can’t just run to the volleyball court any time I want!

So I’m actually doing the 21 Day Fix! With three kids, I need something that will work out my total body, without leaving my home in just a short amount of time. Most of the workouts are only 30 minutes, and the one that’s not, is only 10!

So far, I’m stronger and better, down 10 pounds! I’m slowly inching toward that 200 lb mark. I am working towards a goal of 180 by September 20th, my cousin’s wedding! I’m taking the family back to California and I want to look good when I go. That’s about 10 pounds a month! I can do this, right?

To push myself a little further (and to stay on track with this wonderful summer upon us, I’m starting a DietBet! Please join me! Invite your friends, the more people, the better!

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A Place to Lay My Head ~ #FTSF

Once upon a time there was a young girl, one who diligently worked for and with her family. Despite their modest means and her efforts, the king banished them to another land. This made work difficult and education nearly impossible for the young teen.

Yet she was determined. Her education was nearly completed; college but a year away. She had no steed to return to school. Walking was out of the question. Daily transport by the commoners would have her exhausted and useless.

She searched high and low for a solution. Many turned their heads, as the request was so large. Until one day, a friend’s mother said she’d help… and so it was. She had a place to lay her head every other night, near her school.

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High School ASB 94-95Ok, I’m not even sure if that all made sense. In short, before my senior year of high school, my parents moved out of the county. I didn’t want to transfer schools because I was: (1)  ASB Vice-President, (2) captain of my volleyball and basketball teams, and (3) a slew of other top creds in my school. I didn’t see how transferring would keep my resume strong for college, especially in sports, since you can’t transfer and play varsity your first year out. At the time, I wanted to leave the option of being a student-athlete in college.

I made the determination I would commute, but with my first class starting at 7 a.m. and occasionally, I had 6 a.m. practices and sports until 5 or 7 every night, the two hour commute by bus each direction was not a feasible way to live and succeed. So, I was able to get my best friend’s mother to stay every other night.

My basic high school schedule the first semester of my senior year was

  • Wake up at 4 a.m.
  • Walk to bus stop (about 10 minute walk)
  • Take a two hour bus ride (with a transfer about halfway through)
  • School from 7 a.m. to 1:30 p.m.
  • Friends house for a snack
  • Practice at 3
  • Every other night, take bus home at 5 (or 7)

In short, it sucked.

So, having a place to crash at least every other night, was well worth it.

As an aside, my friend’s mom was so willing to have me sleep there all week, but my parents wouldn’t allow it.

As always, this is an early edition of Finish the Sentence Friday. Please visit the hosts (by clicking the picture below) at 10 p.m. EST tonight.

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Yesteryear ~ #FTSF

This week’s Finish the Sentence Friday is a letter to mom. After much consideration, here it is:

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Dear Mom

I know I missed a few calls
Me and the kids were out chasing balls
I know you were just checking in
We’re all good here, daily living

I know you want to return to yesteryear
A time where I talked off your ear
I agree it was a great time way back then
We had a lot of fun times on level 10

Things are not the same now,
The trust is gone, it took a bow
Things said and done can’t be taken back
An apology is not enough for me to backtrack

I’m not angry, all is forgiven
It’s not your fault that you were so driven
Your life was hard, I must admit
Too bad, there’s no way for me to fix it

I love you and accept you for who you are
I know I have to keep my distance afar
Maybe one day all this will change
But for now you must accept our long-range

This has been another edition of #FTSF!

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And the big deal is? #FTSF

I never understood what the big deal was about…

Well, my first answer was actually last week’s prompt… CONCERTS. But I don’t want to do a repeat, so I’ll come up with a new answer.

I don’t see the big deal about going to opening day at the movies. Every Monday, we hear the box office topping the previous week. But why?

Why Go to The Movies | 100lb CountdownWho doesn’t have a big screen flat television? We are modest in our electronic purchases and one of our tv’s are 46″ and the other is 55″.

I walk into Costco and 10 of them are on display, almost all of them larger than the 55″ one. You know how I know this, because each one has an outline of a 55″ television just so that you know how small your TV is compared to the one they are selling.

Movie theater prices are outrageous! One night with hubs, a drink and snack each can easily run you $40. That’s $40 for soda that you can get by the can for 25 cents and old nachos. Yes, they are improving and are great if you want to get to the theater an extra 20 minutes early to get in line and for them to prepare it pop it in the microwave.

Plus as parents, we need to find a sitter, as if that was free.

With Redbox, Amazon, and Netflix, if you wait a whole maybe two months, you could get it for $1.30 instead of $24!

What’s the point? If you skip a few of the theater movies, you could actually afford the giant screen in home, no babysitter needed, good food having night of entertainment!

This has been another edition of Finish the Sentence Friday!

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By the way, I don’t feel that strongly about the movies, but do spend a lot of time utilizing Redbox and Netflix. I enjoy taking in the occasional blockbuster on the gigantic screens, for the “experience”.

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Am I Really a Grownup? {#FTSF}

I wake up, get dressed, get my kids dressed, run my son to school, run errands and whatever else I need to do.

Besides tossing in the kids, it doesn’t seem much different from when I was at home. When do you start to FEEL like a grownup?

Let me think about what’s different now:

  • When we get bills in the mail, I actually have to DO something with them besides put them in a pile for someone else. Well, actually I don’t have to, I can let them sit there, but I actually like my electricity.
  • When I’m hungry for dinner, I either have to go to the store or make something. I can’t just hope I like what appears before me.
  • When I roll out of bed in the morning, no one is yelling to hurry to get to school. Well, I guess this is me imagining that that happening since especially in high school, I was the first one up and out the door in my house.
  • I get first dibs on the remote.
  • When I leave clothes on the floor, I KNOW that it’ll still be there when I come back.
  • When someone yells “Mom”, I actually have to pay attention.wpid-1113-children-t.jpg
  • When someone says I’m hungry, that is an indicator that I’m responsible for doing something (wait, this isn’t different at all).
  • I have to review the report cards that come into the house.
  • I don’t look forward to going to the club on Friday night and instead hope I get to Redbox before all the good movies are gone.

Those are all the things that ARE different, but I don’t feel any different. I still feel like I could go out and be the life of the party, except I know that I’ll be looked at like that old lady trying to twerk or looking to get her groove back.

Now, I’m the age of the women in the television shows that I use

This week’s sentence for Finish the Sentence Friday is…

‘The Most Unexpected Part of Being a Grownup is…”

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Shhh…I Have a Secret Talent {with #FTSF}

And its keeping a secret. I hope that’s a talent!

I sit down for a lecture. I’m a little early. Rare for me, so I start doodling in my notebook. Since I can’t draw worth a darn, I start humming to myself. There’s only one other person in the lecture and I don’t think they’d mind.

I Can Keep a SecretA third person walks in, choosing one seat away from me in the 100 person lecture hall. I continue humming which for some reason means that she has an opening to talk. After just a couple of minutes of small talk, she opens up and asks me a question. She was close to tears at this point.  I was definitely confused.

“Would you tell your boyfriend you’ve been cheating if you’ve already broken it off?” She asked. I could only muster a “Umm” she went on to explain the situation about how she’d been cheating and that morning HE had broken it off. She then realized how awful it was to have started and wanted to confess to her boyfriend what she had done.

Over the years, for some reason, people from near and far have been willing to tell me their secrets.

I’m not talking about the “inner circle of friends”, I’m talking about near complete strangers.  People I have met on busses or planes, people who I have sit next to in a auditorium or at a lecture have divulged their inner most thoughts and actions.

Throughout high school and college, I came across a lot of people, I was heavily involved in a lot of activities.  I would meet people all of the time.

Thankfully, I’ve never heard about someone harming another or wanting to. I think the worse one was someone having been in porn and they were afraid that the man’s family would find out and change their opinion of them.

This has been another edition of Finish the Sentence Friday. I’m posting early, but it’ll go live tonight at 10 p.m. EST.

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