off he goes

help...get me off this treadmill

This has been just a couple of crazy weeks and I am not sure what I have to show for it. It is like that feeling of being on a treadmill and it goes faster and faster, but I am not moving anywhere and I can't jump off or I will fall flat on my face. We are in the last 8 days now of mission preparation and sending my son off to Brazil, and trying to get those last-minute tasks done to have him ready to go and completely screwing up. I sent him down to the health department to get what I thought were his last 2 shots, thinking great, one more thing to cross off the list, and he comes home and asks about another shot...so off he goes again the next day. I take him to the drivers' license division to get his license extended, only to realize, stupidly, that it won't even come in time, so he is stuck with the temporary, and half way home I remember that he is supposed to have a copy of his driving record so back we go to take a number and wait in line again, and so it goes. We are hoping the visa will come in time, but at least that won't be my fault, i sent him the papers, even though they were sent back because we forget to sign them...oh well. At the same time, we are having our wood floors refinished, long overdue, and ordering carpet for 2 bedrooms. When all is said and done, our son will be on his way to Brazil and we will have beautified our house, and we can relax...at least for a few days... it is then off to girls' camp and, dare I say it, starting preparations for school. FIre up that treadmill.

Hey mom, look at me (Freedom run)

exercise (part 2)

I have actually been pretty good this week, walking at least 3 days out of 7. if you count to that, the hour I ran around playing laser tag, you could count 4 days. Then to add this morning, waking up way too early to go watch the Fourth of July Parade, simply because it is a tradtion my children won't let die, and I am doing pretty well. I wonder if it counts that my son, (cross country team guy) took 34th place out of 1048 people in the freedom run. That is something else. I am sure he walked a bit for me. I know exercising is the "right" thing to do, and it really is my goal, it just seems so tedious at times, unless I can drag someone with me, and it becomes pretty fun. I did babysit the little one yesterday and I am sure that counts for some exercise, I don't remember how I ever did that full time. I am counting on the "perfect" resurrected body. Until then, run a mile for me.