Parent of the Year Award-March

So this month's award goes to two parents who took their three children all under the age of about five to a scary movie (rated R) with no coats in about 25 degree weather, oh did I mention it was a late movie at about 10pm at night?! Jim and I were standing in freezing cold weather waiting in line to see a movie, I forget which movie. And we noticed in front of us three little girls freezing cold while their parents (assuming they were) had coats on buying all of them tickets to some scary movie...I don't recall which movie but I do recall that the father bought all of them those tickets. It was also very late at night to be out and about for three kids under the age of five. I was so upset that Jim had to calm me down.

The Curse of the East Coast

Or I could call this the curse of f'in airplanes. In the last thirty days I have been to the East Coast twice, once to Boston and most recently to DC (and for those of you who are about to give me flack for not seeing you in DC, it was literally a two day trip for a wedding). Both times after two days being on the East Coast I have gotten sick with the exact same ailments. Nauciousness, sore throat, fever, coughing so hard my lungs hurt, and a runny nose, along with the fuzziness of the brain. This makes traveling back from the East Coast unbearable. I was that close to making an emergency landing somewhere over the mid-west on this past trip. I have spent hundreds of dollars on medication and none of them work. Last night for example, I took about three different sleeping pills at different times because none of them were putting me to sleep because I was coughing up a lung for about five hours straight. I'm so sick of my body. When did I become old? When did I start taking regular medication? I just went from one regular dose of calcium pills to about five different kinds of medication, all prescription. Something has to change or I'm really going to lose it. And for those of you who think it was the airplane. I have been taking echinacea, emergency, vitamin C, airbourne about two weeks before the last East Coast trip just to avoid what happened to me in Boston. And to top it off the new quarter starts in about two hours so I'm screwed. Sorry this may be a little down but I'm feeling a bit down so that's that.

Happy St. Patrick's Day

I love this holiday, it's my favorite. The green mash potatoes that my mom always the made, the green milk that I never drank, oh the memories. I started a little early this year and pretty much wore green the past week with my celtic knot necklace from Tiffany's that the Little Trucker's bought me, it seemed fitting. I also doubled up on my necklace and wore a good luck star necklace along with the wishbone necklace that I found in San Francisco last year with a gift certificate I had from my cousins, Carly & Kacey and Aunt Maudjean. I can always use luck, trust me on that one.

So on this day I seem to be thinking about friends and family and traditions. My dream is to either go to Ireland on St. Paddy's Day or Chicago depending on my budget that particular year. Ireland to this day is still my favorite country. I'll see what pictures I can dig up from my trip, not sure that they are digital or not....that was sooo long ago :) In Ireland there was green I never new existed. THey were by far the friendliest people I had ever met anywhere on my travels. I went in December as was expecting rain but as luck o'the Irish declares, I did not until the day I was heading to the airport! We rented a car and that was hilarious as we were driving on the wrong side of the road on these topsy turvy roads with the ocean waiting to eat us up. I loved every second of it.

In London, I lived with an Irish couple Mr and Mrs. O'Connor oh how I loved them. Berney was a big white haired red face fellow who was a bus driver for the city. Such a charming man. He had ties to Seattle so he loved me! His wife whom I never called by her first name for some reason but always used Mrs. O'Connor was a delight and made the best soup in the world. We would stay up late talking for hours and I remember the warmth that emitted from them. I will always have ties to Ireland, even if just in my head.

The picture is of the Cliffs o' Mohr, the prettiest natural thing I have ever witnessed. I cried right then and there.

In the middle of the night...i go walking in my sleeeeppppp

I've found it!

This may be a little much too much for some of you but I have found the perfect sports bra! That's right folks! Here it is in all it's glory. Nursing? Just big breasted? NO longer do you need to wear two sports bras as I was doing, and no longer do you need to have one big boob while working out. Separate and lift is the motto of this amazing bra found at moving comfort! http://movingcomfort.com/dyn_prod.php?p=350011&k=101705

I was told the picture was a little much so I took it off, but seriously I'm excited about this!

Pay it Forward!

I saw this on my cousins blog and lucky for me I was the 3rd to comment. Here's how it works.....pay it forward:

The first 3 people to leave a comment on this post will receive something that I find entirely cool! Aw, the element of surprise! You don't know know what or when (in the next few months) but I promise it will be cool.

Before you leave a comment though you need to leave a pay it forward post on your blog, facebook or whatever to keep the fun and excitement going!

Good luck!

"High what?!!!!!!!!"

So I have high blood pressure. I've never had high blood pressure before and it kind of shook me awake and now I'm having nightmares of dying. SO I'm writing it on this blog as a behavioral contract with anyone who may read this. I go for in for the blood test on MOnday and have to starve myself for awhile, no biggie. I have to do something about this. I'm too young to have high blood pressure. I'm fat and I know it. And I'm done with that. The doctor whom I love, said "Hayley you have a triple whammy, your mom has diabetes, your grandfather has diabetes, and your BMI is too high." As if I couldn't guess that on my own. But why hasn't a doctor ever talked about my weight before? Obviously I'm trying to watch what I eat, but not DIET as she said that is no good. She said start gradual and work up. For me I know it is portion control as I eat healthy meals I just eat too much of them.

I know all the rules, I'm not stupid. The number one thing she said I could do is lose weight and exercise as my heart is working too hard. Well good thing I started an intervention three weeks ago where I pay myself five dollars every time I work out for more than thirty minutes. Of course this five dollars since I am a broke student can be in IOU or a check (that if I cashed surely would bounce) and in some cash. So I have this jar with the goal being a wii fiit if I reach my goal of exercising each week. I'm starting gradual walking on my treadmill or outside just twice a week and working up to three and eventually to five. I'm at three right now.

But this is a call for help and responsibility to you my friends. Research shows the more people I tell the better off I'll do. SO that is what I"m doing. This is also part of my intervention plan in my advanced behavioral class so that's cool too.

Hi, I am alive. But it is the week before everything is due so I may be gone for one more week. See you then.