And I'm off

Just thought I would tell you that I'm leaving. Wont be back until Wednesday! Hopefully I will have tons of pictures too!

Stress Management

I am in a class this semester called stress management. I thought it would help me deal with stress better, I am starting to realize what this class really is. Let me start with what I have learned:

Diddly.

Oh I have learned a few things, like poor stress management can cause just about ALL of my health problems. I am pretty much a poster child for physical manifestations of stress. I also learned a lot about brain functions and enzymes (big whoop).

What I have not learned:

HOW TO MANAGE STRESS!

Last night was supposed to be the chapter on "interpersonal interventions", but we ran out of time. So instead of focusing on what we can do to better ourselves (all of two slides) we went through twenty slides and two videos on what abnormal conditions we can have from being overstressed.

Sigh.

How do you manage your stress levels?

Sicky

And what a terrible week to be sick! I had two tests and a quiz to take and I will probably make it to one of the tests. Why stomach flu, Why this week? Why not last week, or over the weekend? I haven't eaten in three days. Yesterday I was able to keep down ginger ale and water, but not chicken broth (I was sick all last night from that). And I just can't think straight, or drive straight for that matter. So I will keep it short.

My friend Jim.

Jim and I have a love hate relationship. I hate having to take time out of my day to spend with Jim, and I love losing weight. I also hate how I feel immediately after seeing Jim, but love how I feel after a few months. Yes, Jim is THE Jim. Russell and I have been trying to go at least three times a week. He has been hanging out with Jim since January and has lost eleven pounds already! I have been going for two weeks and have gained a pound. The horrors.


Another thing I hate about the gym is the people. Why do you feel the need to wear booty shorts/tanktops/not-even-in-your-dreams-is-that-really-a-tanktop/where is the other half of your outfit?/did you forget a shirt, or do you always work out in a bra? I mean, if you are trying to get stares from guys, you don't need to dress up. Trust me. I waddle my oversized t-shirted butt over to the rowing machine and every eye is on me.

And that's ANOTHER thing, why is the gym so gender sectinalized? The gym at SDSU has two weight rooms. One is sarcastically called the men's weight room (because the second you walk in, you notice everyone is always a dude) and the other is the mixed weight room, because only most of the people are dudes. And only certain machines are ever used by chicks. Why can't we use any machine we want? Oh yeah, the stares. Doesn't matter what you are wearing, ladies, you will get stared at at the gym.
Well I defy those stares and use whatever machines I want to use. I even had a guy stand next to me waiting to use an arm one, staring at me like, "Little girl, why are you using MY machine? Give up and go to the thigh machines like a good girl." No thanks. I continued to do three more sets until I was done. Then I watched him adjust the weight from a 2 to a 20 and sighed as he pulled the poundage with ease. I was struggling with 2! Gotta work on those arms...

So readers, do you know my friend gym? What do you hate/love about him?

I can has cheezeburger?

I LOVE this website. Mom, if you are addicted to blogs (I admit I heart derfwad too) then I am addicted to this website.



I have to stop myself from checking it three times a day to see if any new pictures have been posted.


It is simply hilarious.


And it adds three of my favorite things:
Cats


Comedy


and uhh, more cats



Readers, and by readers I mean the two of you, what is your internet addiction?

So many children, so little time...

In case you didn't know, I have five children. I know, I know, some of them have moved on and have their own lives now, but that doesn't mean they aren't my children anymore. Some are big, some are small, and I love them all! I just wanted those of you who may not have met my children to meet them today. I will start with the twins.

This is Sampson

He doesn't like to sit still, he did just turn *terrible* two after all.

And this hairy one is Laila.
She sits for pictures like a good girl.

They just celebrated their second birthday last month. Sam is my wild child, he is always beating up on poor Laila. Laila is very attached to her mother and is pretty much just a goodie four-shoes.

Next my Step-child, Helo. He is the middle child and by far the largest of my children. He might just be the smartest as well. He grows so fast that I don't have many recent pictures of him, but here is a sample of how fast he has grown. From this:

To this:


In the blink of an eye.

My other children who have already moved out to find their own lives are my two youngest. Queso and Biskit. Queso moved out with Heather and Biskit is living with a friend.


Tell me readers, why do children grow up so fast?






Edit: I finally got a picture of Helo recently. I think he is even bigger than the GSD picture above.

Ain't he adoribible?

Time for a re-vamp

I have decided I need to start bloging on my blog. You know, what's up with me, my thoughts, my ideas, and my stories :) So, what's up with me?
School. Lots and lots of school.

I am enrolled in four geology classes, one biology lab, and Stress Management (which so far has not delivered on it's title). And it's a lot. Thank goodness it isn't as bad as last semester. I am going on a trip to Zzyzzx (z-I-z-icks)over spring break, its near vegas in the Mojave desert. So I should have lots of pictures of rocks and my infamous geo-buddies.

So off I go to my afternoon class tonight. Hopefully tonight I will learn to manage my stress :P