T-Minus Two Weeks

What, exactly, does the "T" in "T-Minus..blah blah" mean anyway? If anyone knows, feel free to educate me!

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SO...as promised here is the list, partially finished and in no particular order, of goals I have for my 40th year.

1. Lose 100 pounds.
2. Get a tattoo.
3. Learn French.
4. Go on a vacation ALL BY MYSELF.
5. Complete some sort of marathon.
6. Go back to school.
7. Learn to like the taste of wine.
8. Explore religion.
9. Quit smoking.
10. ???
11. ???
12. ???

As you can see, there are still a few spots open. Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated.

I FEEL LIKE CRAP! And it could not have come at a worse time. My "TO DO" list is miles long and I have a 2 year old who wants to run a marathon.

That's all I have for today. Just whining. Just complaining. Nothing to see here...move along folks. Ha!

Old/New Friends

There is something to be said for reconnecting with an old friend. They can bring back memories of a time LONG gone by...remind you of the person you once were and perhaps would like/NOT like to be again. They can bring a sense of calm...reminding you of all you have worked for and achieved.

Or they can just make you laugh until wine comes out of your nose.

In my particular case, my old friend has not seemed to change one bit. It has been WELL over 10 years since we last spoke; they have never even MET my children. But within our conversations is a sense of comfort; a thread of familiarity that you cannot get with someone you have recently met. Sort of nostalgia coupled with fascination and curiosity. Like finding a long lost book of photo's or a diary that allows time to reminisce.

For some reason, this seems to be the year that I have reconnected with A LOT of old friends. Ones from high school....my 20's....my....AHEM...early thirties. I have to believe that they each have been brought back into my life for a reason. I am thrilled to find out why.

If You Have Nothing Good To Say...

Have you ever heard that saying... I am sure you have..."If you have nothing good to say, say nothing"...kinda what has been going on in my world lately.

Call it a female version of a mid-life-crisis...prolonged episode of PMS...early onset of menopause hormones..whatever you wish...but I have been C~R~A~B~B~Y. Not just your typical "I am kinda tired of cooking and cleaning" kind of crabby...I mean "I hate my life DAMN IT and I am NOT happy about it" kind of crabby.

Unfortunately for me, whenever I start to feel out of sorts with my existence, some greater being usually slaps me back in line. Case in point: a few weeks ago, while in the midst of one of my "episodes", I suddenly and unexpectedly got to visit the ER because of a very painful kidney stone. Had to have surgery and while the week spent on Percocet WAS a nice change of pace, it reminded me that the status quo can be quite enjoyable.

When I realized that I have not blogged in over 3 months, mostly due to the fact that I had nothing nice to say, it got me thinking. Perhaps a change in attitude, as opposed to location, is more of what is needed right now. Maybe I should start thinking about helping my spirit...

SO...in honor of my 40th year, and my quest to better myself, my blog is now going to chronicle not only the goings on of My Three Sons, but also my journey to a better me. Perhaps I should start blogging about the diet that is about to begin; the diet that I have promised myself would culminate in my losing 100 pounds by my 41st year. Hopefully, the goals I have set for myself will allow me to feel better about myself and my world thus making it easier to come up with things to be happy about.

Next up...my list of things to accomplish in year 40.

I guess, in the end, I DID have something good to say.