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Yogi Bear

5.29.2006

I went to the yoga class at the community center on Saturday. I have never been so sore in my life.

I take that back. The time I ran the marathon with out training, I'd say that was the worst. Child birth doesn't count cause they keep you pretty drugged afterwards. I appreciate that.

I hurt in places that I did not know it was possible to hurt and I keep discovering new areas of hurt. I have done yoga before at a different gym and also with a video that I have. None of those even compare. The girl that taught it would demonstrate a position and then come around and make sure that we were doing it correctly. So we would be holding these positions for about 3 or 4 minutes. When she would come and adjust me I would hurt in completely new places.

At the end of the class there is a relaxation part. She had us all lie down on our mats and close our eyes. She then came around and sprayed us with some sort of sage smelling mist, I guess to help with aromatherapy relaxation. I was not expecting it and started squirming. I probably won't remember next time.

I think that I will go every time that I am in town. I REALLY liked it.

Also, I came up with a new cute wedding announcement. Did I ever mention that I have my own graphic design/wedding announcement business? I also came up with a cute business card for myself.

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Breakfast is the most important meal of the day

5.26.2006

Mother,

For breakfast, I would like to eat paint chips and dry wall putty. No, you say. Fine. I will chew holes in the window seels of your new house.

Love,
G



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Lunches for a week or more

These all read clockwise.



Homemade Pitas and Anzac Bisquits. Yogos. Diana's Chicken and Sweet Corn Fritters. Orange sections, carrots and celery.



Homemade pitas and anzac bisquits. Annabel's Vegetable Fritters, these are made of sweet potatoes, pumpkin, potatoes, leeks and mushrooms. The kid ate them which is practically a miracle. Grilled chicken, carrots and celery. Mini 3musketeer, york peppermint patty and yogos.



Red leaf lettuce and grilled chicken. Pitas. Orange sections, carrots and celery. Pineapple jello with cantelope. Cesaer dressing. This made cesaer chicken pita sandwiches. It was good. I also had it for lunch.



Totinos pizza (I know, way less than healthy, but it tastes so good). Orange sections and caramel candy. Pineapple jello and cantelope. Annabel's Vegetable Fritters.



Pitas and starbursts. Edemame or soybeans, a yummy and high in protein treat. Chocolate pudding and frozen strawberries. jj raved about this. He just mixed it all together and inhaled. Hamburger patties with mushrooms, tomatoes and italian dressing in them. They were really good and did not need mustard or anything on top.



We are running low on food. I shop on Friday. Grilled chicken. Celery and carrots. Yogos. Chocolate pudding and frozen strawberries.

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Pipe Dreams

5.23.2006

Today, or maybe yesterday, I walked into the bathroom to see my husband and son in negotiations about playing in the toilet. My husband said, "No." But G was firm in his statements that all his future happiness would be based here and now on whether or not he got to play in the toilet. jj won, thankfully.

I then asked, "Who is my cute boy?" They both looked at me and smiled.

I like them.

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Where is your boarding pass?

5.20.2006

How come it is that I can point out any person that walks down the streets faults, but I cannot seem to put my finger on mine and just get over it?

Sometimes, I know that my demons are staring me in the face and I cannot see them. I want to see them, I want to acknowledge their presence and then dismiss them the way you would a servant girl. But somehow I cannot see what is standing right next to me. I know my past, I know my present, and I want the best for my future. I do not want to scar my children because of whatever weirdness I grew out of. And yet I know that it is happening.

I try to avoid it by reading any and all self help books that profess to help me get over myself. Yet, the more that I read them, the more I wonder if that is really the problem.

Sometimes I feel myself coming to a crossroads in my life. I remember I could feel one coming on my junior year of college. I could tell that I was carrying around to much baggage and the my carry on case was too large for where I was heading. So I was required to declutter. At the time, I quit my jobs and stopped lying for my boss. I was then unemployed, but I was able to focus more of my energy on things that really mattered.

Right now I don't know what it is that I can give up, but there is to much stuff in my over head compartment and I need to do something soon. This time it feels like angry baggage, or toxic waste. I need to toss it out the window and stop carrying with me. Then when I let it go, I need to stop looking back at it and wondering about it. I need to get rid of some anger.

That must be my thing. I am angry in a silent molten kind of way.

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The Four Seasons

The sun sucked up all my energy these past couple of days. Now, all that I want to do it lie on the cold linoleum floor like the gelatinus goo that I feel like and try to get some energy back.

It happens every year. The sun comes out and turns me into some kind of sub-human and I do not function well again until the fall when I can open the windows and smell winter coming.

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Do you believe?

5.19.2006

jj and I went to The Da Vinci Code today. The sad thing is that this is the first movie that I have seen in and theater since Napolean Dynamite came out. Yes, I am that pathetic.

I am going to ruin it for you all. It ends differently than the book.

And even if you are the person who does not participate in pop culture, you really should read it. It is so interesting, not the main story, but all the stuff that is brought up. You know who you are, and I know you know who you are. And I helped you dig your house out of a mountian of dirt, so you should read it so that I can hear your take on it. Because I deserve it. So there.

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Slacker Mom

5.17.2006

Pretty early on, after I had had G. I read the book Confessions of a Slacker Mom. I have pretty much done the things that she has done. Her name is Muffy Mead-Ferro, she lives in Salt Lake with her family. I don't think she is part of the church, I am pretty sure in fact. Anyway. She has raised her children to understand they are not the center of her world, which later would translate, "You are not the center of the world and the world does not revolve around you."

I think that this is such an important lesson to teach kids. I love my son and would do anything for him. But if I focus all my attention on him and let him know that he is the center of the universe, he will always think it.

Ayelet Waldman said it better then I ever could.

I have also seen this sentiment in other women that I have been around. I went to La Leche League again to see if they could help me with my son not eating. They said that he was fine and I am now starting to work on just eating healthy food and having good snacks available.

This other woman came also. She was on her second marriage, they both had children from previous marriages and a little girl that is the same age as my little boy and she was still breast feeding her. This little girl still slept in her parents bed. The womans husband was starting bugged by it. All the La Leche League woman totally took her side, and gave her advise on how to make her husband see that this was for the good of everyone. I knew that my opinion would be totally out of place and did not share it.

As I have said before, I breastfeed my son for one year, 12 grueling months. I don't know if I will ever breast feed another child again. It was so hard for me. But, my problems with it was the pain that it caused me at the beginning and the way that it made my hormones out of control. These were physical problems that harmed only me. However, if the breastfeeding had been affecting (or effecting, I don't know which to use) my marriage, I would have quite immediately. I would have done this because although breastfeeding does help a child with their immunities and brain development, breastfeeding cannot help a marriage that is about to fall apart. And really which is more important to a child? Health or being in a stable family where she knows that her parents love each other, and that they also love her. The question then is are you thinking more of the family or of you and your child. I think that this woman was being selfish and if the husband wants the child out of the bed, then get the child out of the bed. Besides, no one likes and audience. This woman is teaching her child that she is more important than her husband, and she is sending the exact same message to the husband. But I doubt that he will stick it out if this pattern continues. Husbands should be first children should not be able to drive a wedge between a husband and wife. If they are able to do that then the marriage will fail.

There is another woman that I know who is completely in charge of her children. Her husband cannot do anything for them. I don't know why. I have been places with her and we have been like half an hour from home. Her husband will call her to tell her that the baby is crying and she will pack up and leave as quickly as she can. So the baby is crying? So what? What can she do for this child that the husband cannot? I think that this is a total lack of parenting skills and I think that it drives the husband out of the picture. This womans children's lives are the focus of their family and the mom and kids are all one happy family as the dad is sidelined and watches. I don't know why they are this way? But it frustrates me to see a father who does not participate.

What I believe is so important is to make sure that the parents relationship is the one that is in the center of their family. When parents are not the center, then the kids are in constant worry that things are going to fall apart and that they are going to be the reason for it.

When children are brought up to think that their parents world revolves around them then they in turn grow up thinking that the entire world revolves around them and they expect it of everyone and everything. When children are given everything and never have to work for anything they will always expect this kind of treatment. When these children turn into adults they will be ill-equipped at taking care of themselves and functioning, working, thinking and contributing to society, they will be a burden to those that allow themselves to be taken advantage of.

When children are allowed to work to get the things they want and need they are taught about work and the value of it. They grow up knowing what they need to do to get where they want to be. When parents don't always take care of childrens problems the children learn how to deal with problems. These parents teach their children that struggling is not a bad thing and hard work will eventually pay off.

I have seen this with G. He ran down the driveway one day and fell and hit his head. I, of course, ran and fetched him and hugged him until he felt better. But the next time he started running down the drive way, I did not stop him. He knew the consequences of his actions, but maybe this time he had learned to stop running rather then falling. I watched and hoped he would not hurt himself, and he didn't. If I had not let him run, how would he or I have ever known that he could do it?

I don't want my kids to try everything. There are some things that are just wrong that you don't need to try to know they are bad. But sometimes the parents, who are one loving unit, have to watch as their children struggle, stumble, and fall. But letting them know that they are there for them, and that we love them. Not that we are their strength, but that we know that they have the strength in them. We know they are capable. We know things are hard, but within them is the power and knowledge to do the things that are best for them.

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Bake me a cake as fast as you can

5.16.2006

I have been going crazy with the cooking lately. I think because I am trying to get the kid to eat something. So I have been really researching healthy foods and things. The past two weekends I have baked up a storm.



Here are Anzac Bisquits.



Pitas



Mediterranean Breakfast Bake which included the pitas, feta cheese, canadian bacon and a tomato cucumber salad. jj said that it reminded him of his church service in Russia and the food from there.



I also made rolls, but forgot to take a picture of them. They were heavenly. But this is what the yeast left in the bread mixer. Yeast is such a weird and cool thing. I also made a pineapple strawberry trifle and forgot to show that. It was dessert for Mother's Day.

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I am having an affair

Meet my newest love interest. Mr. Bento.

I packed my first lunch today for jj in it. I was so excited. I don't know if he cared. But I love the idea of organizing food and making it pretty like the Japanese do.



In clockwise order: asparagus, homemade pitas and Anzac Biscuits (let me know if anyone wants the recipe, they are so good and almost no sugar), orange slices and lettuce, Diana's Chicken and Sweet Corn Fritters. I got that recipe from First Meals, it is a cook book with recipes for kids. Of course, my kid will not eat them. In the center is a little bit of sesame ginger dressing.

There is a whole underground Mr. Bento Society.

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Loveth

5.09.2006

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Food is for losers

5.08.2006

The baby that lives at my house, the one that screams at me all day long, refuses to eat anything that resembles actual food.

Cheetos, not a problem. Juice, bring it on woman. Fruit snack, load my plate up lady. Alfredo and noodles, not a chance fat a**. Get it out of my sight and just because you ate some I am going to cry and blubber the rest of the evening. I, the man child, have a point to prove. Because obviously you are a little dense woman, and do not understand that in my life syllabus I outlined the three foods that I will eat. So dear lady, you had best not try to feed me anything else ever again or I will be forced to hit you with my spoon repeatedly.

Love,
Gentry
(You know who is in charge here).

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Butterflies

5.06.2006

I do graphic design for Herriman City. Not a lot, just for a few summer events. I did the program for the Miss Herriman Scholarship Pageant, remember there is a scholarship in there.

Doing this program every year I am on the phone for a few hours discussing every word and semi-colon with the pageant directors. They take their job very seriously. I take my job very seriously also, I do not take their job seriously though. I can portray class and style, but for some reason I don't think that pageants are the epitome for grace and elegance. The pageant directors will ask my opinions about things and I will make some joke about something, and they will not laugh. Then I remember that they take this stuff very seriously. They take their work to heart and they feel that they are helping raise the next mega starlets of the days to come. I guess I just don't see it like that. I do see it as a fun night to watch young girls make fools of themselves, and I am always up for that.

There was the one girl who came out and you knew that she thought she was going to win. She was slinky and bouncy and I immediately wanted to hit her. For her amazing talent she portrayed her love for the last whatever years of cheerleading by doing a routine that she had choreographed. If I was a pre-pubescent boy, I am sure that I would have loved it. But I could hardly watch. And her evening dress looked like something a cheap Mexican prostitute would wear. Am I going to be sued for slander?

There was another girl who may have been good if she would have stopped jerking around stage like a robot with one of its spark plugs missing. Belly dancing is supposed to be graceful. Do not do it like Eurkel from Family Matters.

I was impressed by two girls. They had a quiet elegance about them. The were unobtrusive. They were girls that actually portrayed class and beauty. I am glad they won.

I was also impressed with the past Miss Herriman. She lost the pageant two times before she won it. I have seen her progress and grow into a very smart and intelligent woman. She started as a shy girl with no courage or faith in herself. She has turned into a woman with grace and elegance and I would not be surprised if she ends up doing great things.

I am not a believer in pageants. But this girl came out of her cocoon and decided to become someone beautiful. I think we all have that ability. It just took being paraded about for this girl to find herself.

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Troubles of being 18 months

5.05.2006



He started crying today while I was doing the dishes. I looked over to find him alone on a deserted island with no way to get off.



So I turned the stool over and it immediately became a force to be reckoned with.

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I quit

I am boycotting Wal-mart. For the past like 5 years I have been going there every week faithfully. But I have had enough.

Last week I went to the Neighborhood Wal-Mart, as if it being a small version makes it any more palatable. I was standing in the check out line, waiting my turn. When a checker from the next lane over came and butted in front of me so that she could discuss when my checker got off of work and what her husband was doing that day. I sat and listened and finally lost my patience. Who does she think that she is? Did she not see me standing there with my kid and groceries? Stop wasting my time lady. So I said, "Excuse me." And she looked at me like, Who are you? and Why do YOU think that you can interrupt our conversation? The lady pulled her hair up into a fake pony tail and let it drop and then walked away. Rude.

Today, I was again at my local neighborhood walmart and went to the self-checkout lane so that I would not have to deal with stupid lady and her side kick stupid ponytail. I rang all my stuff up and and then decided that I did not want one of the things that I had gotten. So I did the remove it from my list thing. But the machine would not let me continue with anything and kept saying "Please wait for assistance". A red light started blinking, so I figured that help was on the way. I stood there for a few minutes until I was finally fuming and went and yelled at the customer service people. They walked over fixed my problem and walked away. They did not say they were sorry, they did not even take the thing that I had decided that I did not want. I was made. So I left my Bertolli Frozen dinner on top of the cash register. It will probably stay there until it molds and turns itself into compost and just disappers.

So I am tired of the lack of customer service and I am not going their any longer. I like Target way better anyway. I can get groceries at Macy's for cheaper than at Wal-mart, I just need to pay attention to the ad they send out weekly. But they really do have good deals and they are not open on Sunday, I will support businesses that do that. And they always give G a balloon and smarties. I love that they care about the customer. When it comes time to renew my Sam's Club membership, I am not going to do it. I am going to go to Costco. They may cost more in membership fees, but they take American Express. I love my American Express. I have one for business and one for personal. I get points for everything that I buy. So eventually I will be able to go places with all the points that I build up for buying stuff. That is a dream come true.

Also, have you seen "Supersize Me". EEEEWWWWWWW! It is so gross and you know that Wal-mart plays a huge part in that. They do not sell actual beef, they sell soy with brown food coloring and ground up plastic in it. They sell chicken that has been given growth hormones so that they have abnormally large breasts like the Dolly Parton of chicken. That is what you are buying at Wal-mart. Quality, medically enhanced, impervious to radiation, chicken.

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