Butterfly Effect

One action, however insignificant, can influence the outcomes of larger things. This made me start thinking about how my actions, or inactions, effect other people's lives. A brief call to let someone know you are thinking about them can lead to a profound conversation. A passing smile can brighten a day. An angry word from your lips can reverberate in someone's mind the entire day. A negative comment can be interpreted as criticism. Confidence can come in a small gesture, a kind word. Empathy can be found in unlikely people. It is amazing how we can affect others not not truly realize it.

My Crazy Calendar

As the days are just flying by in October, I am starting to focus on November. I printed out my new calendar and already had 8 things to write on the new month already and it hasn't even started. As I was filling in dates and looking at the Girl Scout calendar, I realize I already have commitments for December! I guess I shouldn't complain about having things to do, but my goodness the holiday season is coming up so soon, I just wasn't expecting it! I need to start thinking about Christmas already, but just can't get into it. I suppose not having a real "fall" doesn't allow me to have the buffer period and enable me get ready for winter and holiday season. It's 90 degrees and I have to think about turkey and black friday shopping coming up in less than a month! Yikes....I think I will just keep staring at October until the last possible moment.

Looks Like I Made It

I have to say, I am finally at a happy place with my weight. Yep, I am declaring victory on the battle of the scale. I saw some pictures of me taken this weekend, and I am happy with what I saw. I must thank the treadmill, bicycle, and various weight equipment. And I probably owe the most to Paxil...so thank you to the makers of this drug...you gotta love the side effect of weight loss and decrease appetite! Now I get to buy a whole new wardrobe because nothing fits!!!

Beware of the Designated Driver

As many of you know, I have sworn off alcohol (medication and general health reasons). So now I am the ride home. Well, my friends, you should always be nice to the DDs at your party. They are the only ones who are sober around your drunkedness. We will remember all the fun and gory details of the evening. We see the true, the funny, the bad and the ugly of you being such lushes. And we are not afraid to use this information to blackmail your wasted asses!

Side Effects of Being My Friend

I think I need to put one of those surgeon general warnings on myself. I would read something like this:

Be Aware, maintaining friendly contact with this woman can cause certain side effects. Checking out hot men, obsessive desires to go shopping, frequent trips to nail salons, long phone conversations, incite the need to smack people who annoy you, engaging in political discussions, sending multitude of text messages, and obsessive needs to have other friends on social networking sites. Please proceed with caution while interacting with this person. If you find the above side effects are negatively affecting your daily life, please go directly to a Starbucks or a Paradise bakery for a good java jolt, and you should return to normal.

18 More Days

I can't believe it, but my youngest will be five on November 8th. Where in the world has time gone? By the time Jason was 5, there were 2 more younger than him. Now, I'm left with no babies. Part of me is sad to know I will never experience being pregnant or giving birth again. My husband has made his wishes for no additional children very clear, so this is a pretty foregone conclusion.

There is just something special about babies, and how they can make anyone smile. I love the way they smell. I love when they play shy. Or when they grab their toes and place them in their mouths. The wonderment on their faces when exposed to something new. But alas, they grow up to smart mouthed, argumentative children.

To help keep me in focus, I will just try to remember the sleepless nights, the endless crying, and the lack of freedom I had when they were infants. Maybe that will shut my biological clock up.

Getting Better

It looks like my new fillings need to be adjusted and is the probably cause of my pain. The sharp pain has subsided, now to be replaced with a much more manageable dull ache. I'll take it. But boy I do have to admit the agony turned me pretty ugly. So in advance I will apologise to all I snapped at, yelled at, or was generally miserable to.