36 Quetsions and Some Answers

Over the course of the three days our students take final exams, I find myself crazy productive.  Seriously, I am in my office all day and usually take care of the lingering things I have been meaning to do all semester and I’m able to get ahead for the first few weeks of second semester. And, I go a little stir crazy.  And truth be told, I also get a chance to do some reading in educational journals that I hoard, online at the WSJ and all those crazy things I have bookmarked along the way.

I read this article about “36 Questions to Bring You Closer Together”.  The article said if you ask and share the answers to these questions with your significant other it will bring you closer.  But, it even references that you could do this to be closer with your friends, co-workers, family or just a way to get to know someone better. I’m actually going to use it as an ice breaker in my classes I think this semester.

So, I thought why not? Why not think about big things, little things and everything in between.  Why not answer them and ask you? I’m going to try to answer six questions each week for the next six weeks.  I’m dying to know what your responses would be and I am going to see if I can get my best buddy (that’s you Glenn) to answer them as well.

  1. Given the choice of anyone in the world, whom would you want as a dinner guest? So, as you might know, I am not big in to history or politics. I am sentimental and traditions are something I hold in high esteem.  Family is huge to me and I think if I could I would put my both sets of my grandparents at the dinner table. My paternal grandfather died before I was born and I wish I could have known him just to say hello and see him with my grandma.  My paternal grandmother and maternal grandfather both died when I was college.  From junior high until they passed away, I was so self-absorbed in my own world that I now realized I missed out on a lot of memories and stories.  Like I wish my maternal grandma would have told me and taught me how to bake bread (Maybe she still can?).  The traditions, the history of our family.  That conversation would mean so much to me.  I would love for my maternal grandmother to cook a huge Italian feast and to be able to just sit and listen.
  2. Would you like to be famous? In what way? In all seriousness, I wouldn’t. Not for one single minute. If you know me IRL, you know that even though I am social, a teacher, and write this blog that at my core I am an introvert.  I tend to like to be in the mix but never the center of attention.  I like being at home.  I like my intimate circle of friends.   I think I would hate everyone trying to talk to me and knowing my doings.  I’d be  insecure about going anywhere about my physical appearance.  The biggest reason is that I don’t want to be famous is that I don’t have a thick skin and my feelings would be hurt constantly when you see the way celebrities are treated in the media…even the nicest ones.
  3. Before making a phone call, do you ever rehearse what you’re going to say? Why? Well, professionally yes. You have to remember that when I am on the phone with a parent it’s about THEIR kid and the last thing I want to do is upset them. So, yes, I rehearse what I am going to say to ensure my point gets across and I say it in a constructive manner.  Personally, no way.  No filter here folks.
  4. What would constitute a perfect day for you? Wow! We are going to pretend it is a kid free day. Mkay? A perfect day… well first it involves waking up at a decent time to sunshine pouring in the bedroom and the windows open. (This means after 7am).  First up, would be a great workout or an hour of yoga.  Next, it would be coffee while I read the paper.  Next, I would love to go to the spa.  For a long massage.  After that was over, I would love to take a quick shower and get dressed for the day. I would love to stroll Southport, Armitage or Michigan Avenue with no real purpose and eat some sushi outside somewhere before going for a bike ride on the lakefront or just a long walk. I would then shower and get dressed and head to dinner with my main squeeze and eat a perfect filet with a big glass of red wine.  Cap the night off with a rooftop drink somewhere and hit the pillow before midnight and I would consider near perfect.  (Not to specific right? Or solitary for that manner?)
  5. When did you last sing to yourself? To someone else? I sing to Cate most nights and Brady is obsessed with the “Star Spangled Banner”. And every single time he starts singing it, which is like 100 times a day, I find myself and singing along and finishing it even when he doesn’t.
  6. If you were able to live to the age of 90 and retain either the mind or body of a 30-year old for the last 60 years of your life, which would you choose? I actually don’t know if I can answer this one. The immediate response is my body. I was pregnant at thirty so I don’t necessarily want that exact body but being physically active is really important to me and doing physical activity takes a lot of time that I think would I enjoy still having that freedom when I am 90. So many elderly people are in poor physical shape that I have to believe I could work on the mental right? At 30, I think I was still so naive about life and love I’m not even sure I mentally was in a great place.

Okay, so now you know a little more about me.  How about you? Gonna answer one? Some?

 

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The Word about Weight

As I previously stated in my 14 things for 2014, getting healthy is a big resolution for me.  It’s not that I am unhealthy or ridiculously overweight; it’s just that I need a little motivation to really change my eating habits for good and lose those last few pounds that I have carried since having two kids.  Some weight.  Not a lot. I am not fat and that’s not even a word I want to talk about ever with my kids.  It’s about being healthy, feeling good when I wake up and taking care of myself.  When I was thinking about my starting weight and how much I wanted to lose, I knew I needed an incentive because the number on the scale isn’t going to move a whole lot.  So, it kept hitting me that if I hit certain goals I needed to reward myself.  And I like to spend money.  So, I decided to set realistic goals,  put some thought in to some of the rewards, and get to it.  I came up with a list of things I wanted- didn’t necessarily need but would like to have even though I failed to ask for most of them for Christmas.

My first goal is 5 lbs.  Totally doable just means I have to lose what I probably gained this holiday season.  I am close, like less than a pound away which is close and  I am rewarding myself with a Fitbit Force.

I want to be able to track everything since details mean a lot to me.  There’s an app for my iPhone, it syncs with My Fitness Pal and rumor is that pretty soon caller id from your iPhone will work on it. While it might make me obsessive if I see I haven’t walked enough or been active enough, I also think it will motivate me to move. {Update: As of Sunday, no store on the entire planet has a Fit Bit Force. Is this a sign to eat crappy food again? What the heck? Of course there is no more of these.}

My second goal is to get to my pre-pregnancy weight with Cate.  I think to get here would be huge for me.  So, if I get to this point, I have a big reward for myself.  First, I want this new gym bag.

I love the look of the bag and I think my outdated Nike bag could use a replacement.  The practical perk of this bag is that my yoga mat could attach to it when that is what I am doing and it’s big enough to take my shower stuff with me.  But that’s not all, I also allowing myself to get these shorts from Lululemon.

and I am buying this top.

Yep, you read it right. I believe in extrinsic rewards and these are two big ones for me.  If you can’t tell, this is the biggest one for me.

My third and final goal is to get to my pre-pregnancy weight with Brady. When, I get there it is time I buy myself a new swimsuit.  A nice one. Not one from Target that covers more than it shows.  A one-piece that makes me feel good and is updated. Maybe one like this? Or this?

After I reach these three goals, yes I am confident I can do it, I will re-evaluate.  Like I said, I don’t want to be pencil thin- I never have been.  And no, I don’t want to keep losing to lose. I just want to feel good in my clothes, be toned and proud in my body. I want my kids to have a great role model and be the active, healthy mom they deserve.

So, what would you reward yourself with? Am I forgetting something?

 

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Outfit of the Day {Week 1}

Early in my teaching career I kept this spreadsheet calendar thingy and I would document what I wore every single day to school.  I did to ensure I didn’t wear the same things all the time and to try to maxmize my closet.  (For the record, I went an entire school year and never wore the same outfit.  Crazy, right?) Then I had kids. And my figure changed.  Two pregnancies will do that to you.  Now two years after my second child was born I am feeling better (there is always room for improvement right?) about my figure and I am committed to not only caring about what I wear but holding myself accountable so I don’t fall in to the same predictable rut with clothes.

New school year equals new clothes for me. I have staples that stay in my closet for more than one school year but I love to update my closet every year and stay current with the trends…at least some of them.  At the end of last year, I started to post my #ootd #teacherstyle on Instagram and people commented about my clothes and asked brand questions a lot and truth be told it held me accountable to get dressed every single day.  To actually think about what I was going to wear and to challenge myself to wear everything in my closet.  If you know me IRL, you know that I am a closet hoarder. I have a hard time throwing things out but rarely wear them over again.  So, this year, I am committed to recapping what I wear every week and give you a glimpse in to my teacher garb. If you want to join me, I will make a linky tool. I would love to see what others are wearing.  Most weeks it will be Monday- Thursday since Fridays are reserved for jeans and school spirit gear! If you have questions I am happy to answer what I am wearing!

Happy Friday Friends! Busy weeeknd for us. A special little girl turns two on Monday!

Week 1 #ootd #teacherstyle

Week 1 #ootd #teacherstyle

 

 

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30 Things- Number 4

{10 Things You Would Tell Your  16 Year Old Self}
Happy Monday Friends! I took a blogging break for a week, okay maybe two because life just forced me to but I am back and ready to go with some posts.

{Edit- I wrote this in one sitting without thinking, just writing. Funny what comes to your mind right?} 
Okay, so here’s the thing. That was more than ½ my lifetime ago and I have learned all about myself and life since then. And no, I am not making excuses, I am just keeping it real.   I was going to talk about people and then decided that my kids need to know who I was, what I struggled with and wish I would said to myself…
1. Dressing in clothes that are one size too big is just not cool. I know you’re insecure because you have this muscular figure that isn’t seen as attractive but, own it, accept it and embrace it instead of wearing that big baggie green Abercrombie sweatshirt and thinking it looks cute.
2. Boys at 16 are just boys. You loved him sure and there were a lot of moments that you will remember with him but remember there is life after him and he really isn’t worth the tears and the sadness you gave him.
3. Your mama is pretty amazing.  She will continue to be your best friend. Not just when you want new clothes or someone to lay in the sun with. She will be there when you heart is broken, your life seems to be going nowhere, when you meet the man of your dreams and you become a mama yourself. Remember this when you are mad because she says she can’t go to that house on Saturday night.
4. Embrace going to St. Louis to see your grandparents. Yes, the drive sucks, it is boring at times, but there are so many stories, such little time with them and all they want is to be a part of your life. You aren’t cooler than them and some day you will wish you were closer than you are and that you knew even more about them. 
5. Don’t be afraid to be friends with her, or go out on a date with him, or take that hard smart kids class. Seriously, who cares if that doesn’t make you popular?  The reality is that that word is relative and really doesn’t matter when you get older.
6. Stop smoking now. I know you thought it was cool because other people did it but it isn’t and you will wonder when you get older what permanent damage you have done.
7. Don’t drive that night in a couple of years that you shouldn’t have. Don’t do it. You got so lucky that you didn’t get in more trouble than you did. 

8. For god’s sake, take care of your feet. I know you love being a guard at the pool and wearing flip flops but the damage you do will never go away and you will forever being disgusted by your feet. 

9. Do something. Be change maker. Start a club. Find a new friend. Explore a hobby. Yes, athletics is your passion, but find another one. There is so much in life you should try and do it now while you are young, carefree and able to do anything.
10. Every night when you go to bed, ask yourself, “Was I my best self today? Do I like who I am?” If the answer is no to either of these, change it. Stop now. Be better.

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    The Leg {Not The Turkey Type}

    The entire time I was pregnant with sweet Cate I was in pain. My back and my right leg were in a constant state of pain.  Walking hurt, picking up Brady and even sitting at work hurt.  Throbbing, pulsing pain on a daily basis that literally brought me tears on occasion. Towards the end of my pregnancy I would fight tears in the car driving anywhere and usually let them fall at night when the day was over because I was just so sore.  I complained to no avail.  Everyone I saw in my OB practice kept telling me that once I delivered it would go away.  My OB said I could do physical therapy but she didn’t think it would help.  And I thought I was tougher than the pain and just needed to get over it.   I swear I complained every day.  Ask Glenn.  He heard about it for 9 long months. And then I delivered my sweet girl.

    All 8 pounds 12 ounces of her, which I thought was small since Brady was a whopping 9 pounds  7 ounces.  But, the pain did not go away. Not one bit. For her entire first year between ignoring it, exhaustion and life, I just never dealt with my right leg.  It hurt but so many things hurt,  mentally and physically,  that I just didn’t have the strength to deal with my leg.  I thought it was me being out of shape and my body adjusting to no longer carrying a baby and maybe getting older.  

    But this summer, I got to a point where playing at the park with Brady was becoming hard to do without pain.  So, I took the referral I had for over a year in my wallet and made an appointment. I met with a doctor who used to be in my OB practice and switched to vascular medicine after starting a family of her own.  The news was not great. Most of the valves in my large and small saphenous veins in my right leg were collapsed.  The blood was pooling around my knee causing the pain and the bulging in the back of my leg. The swelling was getting worse.  I was so sore that I wasn’t sleeping through the night because my leg ached and I had to prop it up when I was cooking dinner or watching tv at night just to try to control the aching.  

    I needed to have a series of procedures to remedy the pain with actually no guarantee that they would work.  I waited until it was cold to schedule them since I knew my leg would not look great and I would need to wear a compression stocking.  My fear got the best of me the first time I scheduled the appointments so I cancelled two days before they were supposed to happen.  And I rescheduled for November. I knew this needed to happen.  And two procedures later I am so hoping I am done because the thought of the needles and lasers haunt me.  The original pain is gone. That is good news.  The recovery has been far harder than I thought.  This is bad news. 

    And my leg well it is not looking so good…but here’s to hoping I can play at the park, maybe run a half marathon and be pain free. 
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