Don’t Believe In Resolutions

My disinterest in New Years has been noted here before.  Usually with angst.  But as angst clears, stable reigns, and my disinterest continues, I can only conclude that it’s just not my holiday.  As such my drive to do an epic post recapping the last year just isn’t there.  And I loath resolutions.  I suppose it’s because most resolutions I see people make, end up being broken.

I suppose the problem with resolutions is that they are fueled by the fire of having to buy a new calendar.  People seem to think that this purchase will be the inspiration needed to change the core of their being.  And to make it all the more notable, they decided that they are going to change many things at once.  They are going to start a diet, join the gym, and stop smoking all on the same day.  The things is?  Join the gym and the rest might well follow.  After all, working out 1-3+ times a week makes you actually want to not put the time and sweat to waste.  Eating right, can fuel a desire to work out.  You’re denying yourself cake but you still have flabby arms, might as well do something about them too.  But start all 3 on the same day and you’ll burn out in a blaze a glory at the first aerobics class inspired nicotine and sweet tooth craving.  Funny how that works.

So, it is safe to say, I don’t make the false promises to myself or anyone that others call a resolution.

Doesn’t mean 2013 won’t bring me change.

While we may not be resolving to completely change our diets, Pat and I are at least steering it to consistency.  Inspired by both a need to fix Pat’s stomach issues, and regulate our food budget, we have put together a meal plan.  I almost added “of sorts” to the end of that, but no, it’s actually very specific.  Even with allowing 2 set days a week to be “dude fuck the menu” nights, each night for the next month is set.  Tuesdays will feature red meat.  Wednesdays are vegetarian featuring salads or pancakes.  Thursdays are homemade soup or rice based.  Fridays are pasta, fast and easy after a long day.  Saturdays are chicken whether shaked and baked or covered in sauce.  None of this is designed to be low in carbs or calories.  But it’s preset, will bring us together to the table, and the consistency should do wonders for Pat’s digestive system and our pocket book.  Even if it just means we need to plan to drop 200$ on food out of my pay check mid month.  We have 25-30 meals preplanned.  Some assigned nights, some set as alternatives.  And even if every Friday is pasta, with 4-5 different pasta options, it won’t get old.  Just consistent.

Along with this comes rules.  Not that we spent much of the government’s allotted food budget on crap, from here on out, all ice cream, candy and other goodies come out of my pay checks.  If we can’t afford it from those, we can’t afford it at all.  The only exception being if I can pull it out of my oven after putting it together from scratch.  A bag of powdered sugar/white sugar/flour lasts quite awhile and at 2-3$ a pop, isn’t a budget breaker.  Assuming, of course, I’m only buying them a couple times a year.  We also have a master list of the basic staples that we are sticking too, allotting only for common sense based exceptions, especially in the first few goes.  If I forgot to put bread on the master list when I made it, obviously bead can be bought.  And I might want to remember to add it to the list.  Again, hopefully this will fuel a huge change in our kitchen and our pocket book.

We assume we need to alter things as we go.

I’m also hoping that this consistency will lead to more green things fresh from the ground on the table, and other such tweaks as we go.  Even if it’s just substituting this slightly healthier cut of meat for that one.

Ah the gym.  The holidays prevented me from being as diligent there as I would prefer.  I’ve worked too many Wednesday mornings, and there were a couple set days they were simply closed.  We’ve also had some winter storms that have made the extra miles in the car not worth it, even for the gym.  But when I am able to go and when I’m able to go 3 times a week, I do notice a huge difference in my pain levels.

I haven’t taken anything for pain in about a month.  Give or take a few days.  I didn’t exactly mark my last pain pill in a book.  This isn’t to say I’ve spent the month pain free.  But it has been greatly reduced by working my joints with the weight machines, and the times I have hurt, I’ve resisted the pills (even though 99% of the time they were over the counter crap before anyways) because I know they don’t work well enough to be worth the ulcers they give.  Just ask Pat.  At least now with it being just me, my body, and the evil goodness I do to my body in the gym, I can better track what hurts and what helps that hurt.  Which, by-the-way, is the best motivation there is to make sure I get to the gym.  That and it’s a great way to work out aggression.

Speaking of the gym, I made it back to the climbing gym a couple weeks ago, and while there I made it to the top of a wall.  I’d been close before, but never all the way up.  I almost made it to the top of a second section, but my foot kept needing a hold that it kept slipping from and that unnerved me.  I may not have problems with heights, but I do take serious issue with falling.  I’m not done though.  I will go back and try and try again.  I may not be the next spider man, but it is fun and the pride I get from reaching the top is well worth the bruises.  I’m also excited to get back out in a kayak starting in the spring.  Lisa is still my adventure coach, we’re simply biding our time for the weather to break from the cold and warm enough that we don’t risk frost bite. Kayaking and snow don’t mix.

As far as work goes, since Lisa segued me into that, I’m contemplating a move towards a higher position.  I don’t really want to discuss the position yet.  I’m not sure I’m going to make the move so I don’t want to start a whole “good luck omg that would be awesome blah blah blahathon” just yet.  In a lot of ways, yes it would a good step towards my future, but it will also complicate some other areas.  It’s six of one and a half dozen of the other.  That being said, it is one of two of the next logical, linear steps in my career progression, so I imagine I’ll put in the application tomorrow.  Even then, there is no guarantees I’ll get the position.  I may be deemed not ready.  And I’ll be fine with that.  I don’t want to be given a position they don’t know if I’m ready for, just to prove I’m not ready and flame out in a fireball of having lost the bank a few grand.  If holding me back longer to gather more experience allows me to get it next time and hold onto it, and my job in general, then I’ll defer to their judgment and not begrudge it.

I also have to keep in mind I start school on April 29th.  Even going part time, the increase in stress at work paired with starting school may not be awesome.  I know I could do it and be fabulous if I pushed myself, but with me being comfortable enough where I’m at, I’m not being pushed by this drive for MORE POWER.  So I can take my time and ease myself into school without having to ease myself into a promotion at the same time.  Also?  Stable mental health is a beautiful thing.

But again, this is still a good, logical, eventually needed anyway, step in my progression at work, so I’m not going to not try for it.  I’m just also not going to stress over what happens if I don’t get it.  If I don’t get it, the only thing that will happen is that things will stay the same.  And with things being pretty damn good as they are now, I’m OK with that.

Heh.  I make it sound like I don’t want this promotion.  I actually do.  Just a different kind of want.  This isn’t a fire driven by obsession.  It’s a fire driven by a general desire to better myself.  Both burn bright, just different.  Both will have me apply, one will just leave me OK if I’m deemed not ready.  That is a good spot to be in.

I do, indeed, start school in a little less than 4 months.  Which seems so far off yet really isn’t.  Not the way time is flying.  I’ve already been given credit for the classes I took at CSCC.  I have one writing based (heh) test to take, and then I’ll be ready to start scheduling.  I also need to fill out my financial aid paperwork, but I can’t do that until February.  The placement test I can take much sooner.  I just have to see if I can find a proctor to take it at the local library with, or if I have to go downtown instead.  I’d prefer to avoid that as much as possible.

I’m fairly concrete that I’m working towards the business economics major.  It’s that or business management.  However, economics will cover the important part of the management courses, but management only dabbles into the economics.  I’m also looking forward to the economics.  Call me crazy… though I do believe the primary topic of this site did so for you.  I suppose I’m a bit of a numbers geek.  I also suppose that’s why I wanted a bank job/career.  Still heart broken that none of my coworkers love math as much as I do.  Go figure.  Gives me the self boost when my boss comes to me to solve a math equation for her for one of many reports.  To her well deserved defense, she was having an off day.

I’m diving into building my own personal and social life.  Defining Karen.  With the holiday season behind us, Lisa and I are renewing our commitment to our weekly girl’s nights.  Stacy and I are back at our twice a month plans.  And in my free-time, I’m devouring books and TV online.  Game of Thrones is a long but amazing read. Sheldon Cooper is a doof.  Also possibly my hero.  I’m sick and twisted that way.  I have, btw, combined the two (reading and BBT) and I have a good dozen books waiting to be read that promise to teach me some physics.  I’ve always been curious, Big Bang was just the final push.  Ironically, none of the books will cover string theory.  Oh well, they will be a start.  But I have about Twenty-five library books, and one borrowed from a friend, waiting to be read, so really how I have time to write out this post is beyond me.  Also, that’s probably the reason you haven’t seen me much.  Books and the Big Bang.

That and I’ve been too stable to have any drama to blog about.  Woe is me?  Yep.  I was put on, by choice, an anti-depressant a few months back to make sure the change of season didn’t knock me off my stable platform, but last month, when I went in and asked if I could be put on something I could take in the evening because I could never remember to take them at in the morning… well long story short I wasn’t taking it often enough to really be able to say I was on anything and I was still OK, so instead of messing around with a whole new med, I’m just back to a planned not being on anything.

FYI, what I was on gave a norepinephrine boost and I can’t have that boost after about 11AM if I ever wanted to get sleep at a decent hour.  I’m better at remembering meds well into the evening though.  That is the only part of my day that is consistent 95% of the time.  The morning varies too much based on when I go into work, if Luke has school, etc etc etc.  Some days I’m at work at 9:30, some days I’m at the gym at 9:30, and yet others I’m in bed or just getting ready for the day at 9:30.  And there is no use in trying to get me to remember anything before 9:30.  Or really, noon.  But I’m home almost every evening at 8:30 and I conveniently already have an alarm going off.

Any moods or emotions I am going through, other than happy, are too firmly based on logical reactions to what life hands me.  And most of that can be managed through me reading and regular exercise.  Weights and running work out my aggression and yoga or stretching work out my stress.  Reading is an escape based distraction.

I think, it’s not as much that my brain chemistry has changed, but more that I’ve better learned how to avoid certain situations and the skills needed to cope with what I can’t avoid.  After ten years together, Pat and I have learned each other and our marriage well enough to avoid major, yet stupid, fights.  But you can’t live with someone and never argue, so I also know how to better cope when they do crop up.  Whether it’s picking my battles, walking away till things settle, or whatever.  It helps that after ten years, there is a little less to fight about, and a bigger desire to not let something stupid set us apart.  And while that’s just one example of many, there you have it.

I’ve grown.

And resolution or not, I hope to continue that growth through the next calendar.  No set number based goals.  I’ll just wander down this path I’m on looking forward to the opportunities that come from it, and the growth that is sure to happen along the way.

And yes.  Happy New Year’s.

This ‘N’ That

Alright, so I am way over due to write something, so I am going to touch base with a general check-in.

My blood pressure meds are working well, as long as I don’t miss a dose. But I keep some in my purse so I hopefully won’t miss any. In the event of a break through headache, it is mild and easily stopped by various pain meds.

Mental health wise I’m still doing pretty good. I’m finding myself grumpy with my family, but that’s mostly the boys fighting and such, and then Pat’s reaction to all that. That isn’t mental health though. That is a rightful reaction to the bullshit going on around me.

Work is still phenomenal. I really love every aspect of it. The people, what I’m doing, where I’m at.

I have found the best way to turn your husband green is to mention you are “late” a couple months after your tubal. It doesn’t matter that it’s part of the conversation that you’ve become very irregular since. Yes, I did start, I was just 1 day later than the site guessed and that was a guess based on a 25-28 day cycle range.

Band Back Together is nominated for 3 bloggies. You should probably vote for us.

Cat who moved in has moved out. We were hoping to get him fixed before he started spraying. We had the appointment scheduled even, for this coming Monday. But we didn’t get it in time. The breaking point was when he sprayed the rat, cage and all. Poor Lucky is not very happy with any of us. Anyway, Theo started a stray, his family is still out there. Bye.

The, uh, voices from the previous post was some technical thing involving my brain trying to fill in gaps from 1 ear being covered and listening to music, the other not. Which is reassuring. Because you never know.

We are in process of getting Thomas diagnosed with ADHD. It’s a lengthy process. Luke is SO next. This is vital to him living to see 5. So very vital.

We got our tax return. Then we bought a car. Car payment and all. I love the car. I don’t love the idea of payments. But we can afford it. Mostly. We are removing some of our cable channels to take the edge off. And the car insurance increase was less than expected. We’ll only be making payments for a year, then we’ll pay it the rest of the way off with the next tax return. Don’t mind the green tinge to my skin.

Sammy is beyond anything I could have ever hoped for. She is the most laid back baby I’ve ever met. She is sweet, goofy, cuddly, happy, healthy, beautiful. There is no one who doesn’t adore her.

Alright, that’s the general update. I’ll be around.

This ‘N’ That

I have been a touch on the quiet side here and there lately, I know.  I’d apologize but it’s life that has me busy, and I think that’s a good thing.  Most days.

Work is still going pretty awesome.  I’ve been in my actual branch for what, a week and a half now?  I still like most of my coworkers.  The ones who aren’t my favs, I don’t dislike them, I just can’t adore everyone.  So it’s all good.

I’m pretty comfortable in the day to day transactions.  I’m building the needed self confidence but I’m also building the team’s confidence in me.  I’ve proven I have a pretty solid handle on what I’m doing.  I do run into questions regarding things I haven’t seen before, but that’s to be expected.  I have yet to be off by even a penny when balancing my drawer.  And I’ve even earned my coin vault which allows for an increased amount of cash on hand.  Though, the combo doesn’t seem to work and it isn’t like anyone else knows it, so we have to get the security company that made the vault in to reset it.  So, basic fun, you know.

All in all, work is going pretty good.

I have my surgery coming up in a week on the 7th.  I’m kinda confused because some people are saying they were back at their regular lives the next day, but everyone else including my doctor is like, “Dude, you are being cut open in 2 places.  Plan to need a few days down time.”  I’m not really sure which to believe.  I’m defaulting to my doctor though.  Plus, when I brought it up at work, my boss did say it might be in my best interest to not be accountable for money while hopped up on Percocet.  So, while I was only planning to take the 8th off, post surgery, I’m going ahead and just taking the rest of the week and the weekend.  It’ll be a total of 3 days missed.

And part of me is like, “Dude!  New job!  Those are busy days! Way to make a first impression!”  But the rest of me knows I’m not calling off due to coughing, I’m giving advanced notice, being cut open, and it was a mutual agreement between everyone involved.  So, whatever?

Plus, I let them know about the surgery in the actual job interview at the branch.  So really, I’m just being paranoid.

Meanwhile I’m there every shift.  Showing up early, leaving when everyone else leaves.  Volunteering for extra responsibilities.  I should be fine.

Aside from the work aspect?  Really looking forward to the surgery. I don’t want to be pregnant ever again.  But also?  Sleep!  Plus if Percocet can’t cure these headaches, nothing can!

The kids are, well… still breathing.  The boys are just at such lovely ages and stages.

I swear to god Luke has been 3 for about a decade now.  I’m ready for something other than 3.  Anything.  The whole kids grow up too fast and are adults in a blink of the eye?  Not Luke.  Forever 3.  Lovely.  Heartwarming.  Want to strangle him 3.

Thomas is something.  I’m not sure what.  We will be going back to therapy though.  I think it’s time for a diagnosis and maybe meds.  I don’t like the idea of meds.  And I’ll be very picky which ones I agree to.  But he need something.  We’ve just reached that point.  Thing is?  When he wants to be, he is an amazing and bright boy.  He just doesn’t really care to be.  So we are stuck at a cross roads.

Sammy is amazing.  She is at that lovely frustrating phase where she doesn’t want to go to sleep on her own but she is too little still to cry it out.  So I spend most nights cuddling her to sleep, putting her in her bed, praying she sleeps through the transition, and then repeating as needed.  But, she’s 3 months old.  It’s to be expected.  I’m just happy she sleeps through the night once she’s down for the count.

She is just getting through a cold and I must say she took it like a champ.  When it made her fussy it was because she really could not breath.  But otherwise I was smart enough to put her to bed in her bouncy seat and she didn’t miss a beat at sleep through the night.

By daylight she has learned to smile and is happy to do so.  Her brothers and daddy get the best ones.  Her biggest brother Thomas has gotten the closest to a laugh she has managed.  But she is working on that skill.  She is very talkative and will hold whole baby talk conversations with her daddy.  Oh, the way she lights up for her daddy… She truly is daddy’s girl!  It’s pretty amazing!

Sammy is pretty damn amazing!

And she adores her brothers and 3 months in, her brothers still adore her!  She brings out the best sides of the boys.  It gives me hope of bringing about some better discipline to their lives.

The point system is going, well?  It isn’t perfect.  It didn’t turn them into model citizens over night.  But it seems to be doing good enough for now, and we’ll continue to shape it as we go.

All in all, I’m pulling out opportunities to really enjoy my kids and when their behavior allows for it, I honestly am.

Alright, I think that’s it for now.  I need to come back later and touch on the subject of Pat and also my mental health.  No bad news to report.  Just a general update.

Stay safe!

Is There Anybody Out There?

With this post, I’m trying to balance respectful with amusement, all while remaining 100% truthful.  If I failed in any way, please let me know and I’ll edit as needed.  Not looking to start a religion war.  I don’t see any point to it.  I firmly believe we all have a right to believe and have faith in what best suits us or seems the most truthful or worthy to us as individuals.  With that in mind I present:

My mom doesn’t get the paper.  Ever.  Hasn’t for years.  No interest.  No need.  Doesn’t get the paper.

Sunday, for the first time in roughly a year, my mom needed a paper.  She was carving pumpkins with Thomas.  So Saturday night she prayed that she would remember to get a paper on her way home from church Sunday.

Sunday morning, when she woke up, there was a Sunday paper sitting on her doorstep.  And it wasn’t from a neighbor knowing she needed it.

Oh, and I saw it with my own eyes.  This is in no way exaggerated.

I don’t know what you believe.  I myself am not Christian though I do believe in higher powers.  A Goddess and a God to be exact, with the possibility of other, lessor higher powers.

So I don’t know if it was her God
A god
A goddess
But I can’t help but admit some higher power was at work there.

I don’t know who I’m blaming, but a couple on this list could fit the bill.

That, or if her religion is right, her God simply said, “A newspaper?  I can do this!”  Probably was one of the easier requests he’s received.

I Met A Spider

Her name is Charlie.  She is an orb weaver about the size of a quarter and not a threat to anyone or thing living in my household.  She lives outside, up high, where she isn’t in the way or in my face for me to panic.  She has caught a few hundred dozen skeeters and other small bugs and officially at least one huge wolf spider.  Charlie is officially the first spider ever to become my friend.  She can stay and I hope at least one of her babies will take her perch when she passes.

Another Long One

This is another one of those a lot to cover in one post days, I’m afraid.

I’ve hit a bit of a rough patch. I don’t think, at this time, that it calls for meds. It’s just life doing it’s thing.

We’ll start with Facebook. I’ve been growing disgruntled with Facebook for a long time. No one likes that it sells everyone’s information, let’s be honest, but we use it. Why do we use it? It’s the only social media site of its kind. No one likes all the design changes, but we are free customers, so what right do we have to protest. Though, since they are still making money off of us, one might argue we have a right to be heard, even if that money isn’t coming from our pockets. But that is neither here nor there. We all have had issue with Facebook. But what choice?

Then along came Google+. But I resisted. It was yet another site to maintain. Why deal with it? “It’s better!” I was told. Yes, but the people I choose to connect with are all on Facebook. “It’s just like Facebook but better!” I was told. “It’s just like Facebook but your parents aren’t here!” They added. And I will admit, that is a selling point to my generation. So with time I started my Google+ account and maintained both. Knowing all along, if I dropped one, it would be Facebook. Because, as promised, Google+ was indeed better. Though they did lie about the part about your parents not being there. My mother added me to a circle the other day. So, in response, I added her to a “Stuff I’m willing to let my mother read” circle. Because, if my mother is going to be on Google+, at least I have that option. What will I censor from my mom? Don’t know. I haven’t decided yet.

But all this time, I’ve been maintaining both all while getting more and more disgruntled with Facebook. Then came the drama. I don’t care to discuss details. Really, there is more than one event. But in the long run, Facebook was starting to remind me more and more of high school. And I swore almost a decade ago, when I left those halls, I would never go back. And yet, Facebook dragged me back. So today, I had enough. I’m no longer on Facebook and I’m not looking back.

Part of me feels bad that I gave no warning to anybody. No one. But then I decided, those who care to contact me, will find a way. I’m not hard to track down. Hell, type my first and last name into Google and this blog comes up. Want to know what’s going on in my life? This is the first place to look. Twitter is second. Facebook was third all along. And those who aren’t willing to keep up with my blog or take a peek at my twitter, can’t be all that interested in keeping up with my life in the first place. I mean, fine… maybe not everyone has the time to read my blog rambles. But twitter limits me to 140 characters at a time. Who doesn’t have time for that? And then, there is also my cell phone or email for contact. So really, if deleting my Facebook means I lose contact with people, then they must not be trying.

Rough patch 2 is money. Always money. It isn’t so much bills not getting paid, or basic needs not being met. I’m just starting to feel the lack of any real spending money. Which might sound stupid. But what would I do with said spending money? Well for starters, I have a coupon for toilet bowl cleaner I’d love to use. The boys could use odds and ends of clothing. Nothing major. They aren’t going naked. But a few more pants here and a couple shirts there to fill in the gaps. Sammy has a longer list. Hers is also the cheapest to fill in the gaps, though. But with Sammy, I was expecting her to be born a bit sooner, and I wasn’t prepared for it to get so cold so soon. So most of the clothes in her size aren’t really for this season. We are managing fine, but really, I’d like more options for her. I’d like 50$ to head to Once Upon a Child to buy pretty things. Because dressing her up is one of my greatest joys in life right now. And it makes the other things disappear.

I had that sleep study last night and to be honest, I was dreading it. Oddly, people were expecting me to be worried about leaving Sammy, but that’s just silly. I mean, after 8 years and now 3 kids, I knew without a doubt she was in highly capable hands. I made sure before I left that Pat would have everything he could possibly need within reach and gave him a few words of Sammy specific wisdom and that was the extent of my worry. Honestly, I was looking forward to the option to sleep through the night without being woken every few hours. Don’t get me wrong. I have no problems getting up with Sammy in the night. She is little. She needs me. But one night off? Hells yeah! And then right back to it the next day.

Lunesta and that was that. While I may not have been the most chipper person at 5:20 when they woke me, I survived and got real sleep.

Do I know anything result wise? Nope. And I won’t for a week or more. They checked for every possible sleep problem there is, but just because I spent the night wired to machines, doesn’t mean I magically know what’s wrong. The results still have to be studied by a doctor who wasn’t even on site last night. That’s how it is. So I wait. I do know I checked off more than my fair share of items on the symptoms list though. So I’m guessing there is something.

Sammy is officially 1 month old now.  Up until now, her eating and sleeping schedule has been 100% baby led.  Since she hasn’t had days and nights confused, I haven’t worried.  But she has been very inconsistent in sleeping length/times and bottle times/amounts.  So starting today, I’m going to start tracking her baby led schedule looking for patterns and see if I can get her a bit more regular.  Even if that regular is her 2PM bottle always being 2oz instead of 4 because she just wants a snack.  Whatever.  I did this same thing with both boys.  I know when to follow her cues and such so with time and patience, this isn’t overly hard.  I’m just aiming towards a touch more predictability.  As much as what’s possible with someone this little anyways.

I’m going to stop here.  There is more to post but I’m done for now.