And yet, here's the problem with my hatred of cold-- my hatred of hot is just as bad. When it gets to 110 degrees in July, I swear I want to die. I hate heat. *shudder
There's one good thing about cold over heat: you can put more clothes on to be warmer. There's only so many layers you can take off to be cooler.
Day Two Green Smoothie:
(I had fun with this one! It was lunch and dinner tonight.)
1/3 lemon with peel
two tomatoes (roma)
spring mix greens
almonds (whole, not roasted or salted)
pepitas (raw dried pumpkin seeds)
frozen berries (rasp, marion, blue)
It was DELICIOUS. I loved it! Every time I add walnuts or almonds, I like my smoothies a bit better...
Exercising: Day Two is done! And yesterday (after my friend's recommendation) I bought Jillian's Six Week Six Pack DVD and I did half of the first work-out with my kids last night.
Um, wow. I thought she was tough, but this is a Ho. Nuva. Level! (That was for madhousewife and bythelbs.)
I'm so sore, dear reader. So very sore. And I'm lovin' every minute of it!
The kids are back in school. Obviously. Because it's January. And with it comes schedules! Huzzah! Besides homework and piano lessons, there are Activity Days (just #1 for now; #2 turns 8 next month) and Theater lessons (#1 decided to join with #2). This is good. I'm not so stressed with activities. Although #1 did join the show choir, which means early rehearsals on T/TH. But that's not so bad...
2011. It feels surreal. Real, but not. Is that the definition of surreal? Anyway, it's kind of strange. Sometimes, I feel like my life is actually a dream, and one day I'll wake up and still be in high school. Which would then be a nightmare because honestly, who wants to re-live high school, no matter how awesome it was for anyone of us?
Bythelbs and I were talking today and she said that she was looking at older photos of herself recently (randomly. She doesn't just look at photos of herself on a continuing basis. Which, now that I think about it, really shouldn't have to be explained, but you know what I mean) and she said that the clothes she chose to wear, and the way she did her hair around five years ago makes her wonder if she was slightly delusional (back then. Not now). We then talked about how fashion and things change so quickly, that looking back just 5 years ago would make anyone think that.
For example, I'm a product of the '90's. Technically, you could say the mid-90's. That was the time of big hair and... other stuff. I don't really remember. Because I'm getting old. But anyway, when I see pictures of me from 1997, I think "Dang, I look good!" and then I stop and I realize I look crazy. Why did I dress like that?! Oh, yeah --everyone dressed like that.
My point (which I don't really have) is that although this is 2011, part of me is still realizing I will forever see the 90's as a good decade. My decade. The decade where dreams were born! Or something. Like that. 2011 was so far away and off my radar that to be living it now (even though I just lived through 2010) is strange and weird and bizarre and other synonyms to strange.
I don't know. Is it weird/surreal to you? Does it get less surreal as we get older? Because I swear, it was just 1998 and my husband and I met for the first time. Where did all these kids come from?
Honestly, where does the time go??