Saturday, October 4, 2008

On Call

It's not that I don't have something to say... believe me... I'm rarely at a loss for words. But I've got some serious work to do around the house and while I'd love a little bloggy chit chat I can't commit to a serious sit down this weekend.

So I've decided to take this time for a little Furious family Q & A.

Got a question for us (or... well... for me... I can't promise the rest of the family will cooperate) now is the time to ask it.

Friday, October 3, 2008

Decorating for Dummies

When I was out on the screened-in deck I looked forlornly at the box of partially unwrapped framed pieces in the corner... and cursed Mr F for exposing this antique piece to the elements. Then while I was blowing off the dust and thinking it might be best to bring it in before it rusted... I remembered that the former owner had thoughtfully left us a whole bunch of nails sticking out of the "dining room" walls. Well wouldn't you know that one of them was at just the right height.

(P.S. I'm getting all your comments and emails... I'm trying to spend a little less time at the computer since staring at the screen doesn't seem to help my mood or situation... go figure... I am doing my best to get back to everyone it might just take a little longer than usual)

Stroke of Genius

Not one to leave well enough alone Baby went all out in her quest for beauty yesterday...

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

And You Thought I Forgot...

This week the plan....

Outside of thinking of ways to off my husband so I can start living "my dreams"?! (I'm joking... kind of)

Well, I'm not going to lie to you... I'm really starting to feel the depression I've been suppressing since moving here two months ago. I'm unhappy and I want to "go home". In fact on our way home from Charleston this weekend upon seeing our exit I said to the kids "we're almost home" and for a second forgot that we weren't going to our old home in Ann Arbor... that's when the grief set in. That night Kid (who also became homesick... I think the coming "home" from somewhere for the first time kind of stirred up all our feelings) and I cried into her pillow. It was heartbreaking. She just wants our house back... she wanted to know if we could move it down here. And when I said "you thought you'd live in your growing up house forever didn't you?" she broke down... it was horribly sad.

After that I started to think about the way I've just kind of let the house stagnate in a half packed/half unpacked, 100% messy state. I don't like living in Asheville (sorry locals) and its making me apathetic about liking the house I live in. I know I need to snap out of it and try to enjoy it the best I can.... and yet... just like feeling upset about your body and then heading to the fridge to eat down those feelings... I'm acting out around here. I'm depressed and I don't feel like making the effort to overcome myself. I mean let's be real... it's hard to feel like picking things up when what you want to do is run for the hills (proverbial hills that is...not the surrounding area)

Sometimes things get better and sometimes they don't. Sometimes you just have to get through it. When I was in high school things were not okay in my home life... NOT okay in a big way. That wasn't going to get better no matter what I did and I had the wisdom of a loving therapist to help me see that sometimes you just have to have a plan for making it to the end of a bad time. I know people will want to say "you just got there things will get better" and other inspiring things like that. But I'm not feeling it. I don't just feel isolated and lost... I don't feel like myself. I feel like I'm invisible and can't be seen. And I have to tell you that as soon as we got out of the car in Charleston I felt like my old energetic self... the energy of the city was just more me. I feel dampened here. In my heart of hearts I just don't see this as the place I want to be forever.

So I'm looking into RVs and villas and anything that helps me escape myself.

Onto the plan:


Monday - Salmon Noodle Casserole, salad

Tuesday - Pork Tenderloin, smashed potatoes, asparagus ... these potatoes are the new family fav

Wednesday - Brown Sugar & Ginger Salmon, asian veggie stirfry, sesame ginger rice

Thursday - Paula Dean's Goulash (it's freaking fantastic people)

Friday - pizza night

Saturday - ??

Sunday - Tomato & Meatball Soup

Diet & Exercise:
Well after our weekend in Charleston I do have a couple pounds to take off (again). I'm back at calorie counting and trying to stick under 1800 calories M-F and under 2200 on Saturday & Sunday. I'm going to bust out a hardcore 6 hours of cardio.

Work on cleaning off my desk... little by little.
Clear away all the shit in front of the door.
The usual suspects: laundry, vacuuming, etc.
Try not to kill myself.
Investigate RVs.

If You Like To Braid Your Toilet Paper...

Then you'd love Baby's new hobby:

Monday, September 29, 2008

This Week The Plan

Want to know what my life dreams really are...

Trader Joe's Wherefore Art Thou

Remember how excited I was to stock up on all my favorite Trader Joe's products?! Seems like only yesterday I was salivating over my soon to be purchased chocolate croissants....

When I found out we were headed to a "big" city I thought I'd google my friend TJ and see what happened. Boom. Two hits! AWESOME! I didn't bother writing them down because I knew we'd have internet access at the hotel... plus.... it's Trader Joe's for crying out loud and everyone within spitting distance will know where it is.

Well when we were packing up the room Mr F asked me if I knew where they were. I did not. Mr F busted out the computer and got back to me that he called one and it was not a working number. WTF?! So I told him to google it. He did and got these splendid results.

Sure it was weird that when we went to the official Trader Joe's site they didn't list a location in Charleston... but you can see right there... right at the top of the search that there is clearly one right on Ashley River Road. So off we go into the wild blue yonder. After a few minor arguments about why we couldn't take the scenic route past the old plantations on our way there (I digress) we find our exit. We carefully monitor the street numbers and then we SEE IT.

Devastation set in....

Sunday, September 28, 2008

Ode To Kiki

Well the day finally came.... I finally got to meet Kiki in person! You know Kiki... the sweetest person in the blogosphere! And let me tell you Kiki did not disappoint. If you can believe it she might have been even better live... you kind of forget how important gesturing and facial expression can be when you're in bloggerland.

#1 Kiki was kind enough (and generous enough considering the price of gas) to drive 2 hours each way to meet up.

#2 Kiki didn't mind having to talk over the sound of Baby crying into my shoulder while she pushed the much-too-big-for-a-stroller Kid... this can be a stumbling block even amongst people you know very well (ahem... Mr F).

#3 She stepped right in and won Kid's little heart right over... which is saying something as my mother can attest as she is not always so smitten with new adults. She was willing (and seemingly happy) to play with Kid for hours in a much-too-short-for-Kiki faux castle (which was worth the trip alone, people... the castle... not Kiki having to stoop over for hours that is)

#4 Kiki is surely the greatest aunt on planet Earth. Kid even told me that she "loves her".

#5 Getting the opportunity to have some adult companionship on a day that could have involved me both carrying a sobbing toddler and pushing a giant 5 year old in a stroller on cobblestone roads was the greatest gift of all!
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