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I've let myself go

In every sense of the word...I've let myself go...I have.  I kept thinking to myself, "Ah, I'm still small for my size...it's okay if I eat this or eat that".  But those words have convinced me to become so unhealthy and a total procrastinator.  

Yes, I am small, but I am so unhealthy.  I got a call at work one day, and I had to walk up several flights of stairs.  I was out of breath on the second landing.  How pathetic is that?  My quads were trembling AND burning as I took each step, and I thought, "My God, I have got to get in shape!"  Still though, I did nothing.

Last Friday, I saw an old friend and her mother.  My goodness they looked great!!  I said, "Whatever it is your taking...I want some!"  I didn't realize I was being rude until she opened her mouth and said, "I'm not taking anything...I'm just exercising".  Talk about "foot in your mouth".  I'm an idiot!  Needless to say, that same day, I got home, made the two older boys watch the toddlers, and I went off for my first day of exercise.

The other thing that I've let go...this blog.  I've been so caught up with the next "it" thing to do-Facebook-that I've neglected this blog, yet again.  I was tweeting on Twitter for a while but it's gotten too much for me.  Don't get me wrong when I say this, but there are a lot of awesome people that I've met on Twitter, but it's become more of a chat room rather than a microblogging website.  I specifically went on there to microblog, but then people started to reply.  Firstly, I hate to be rude...most of the time :)  Secondly, I have this nagging need to reply to everyone that writes to me.  So for a while, my posts started to become replies to other Tweeters...and that's not why I signed up.  So...I decided not to tweet for a while, even though I so badly wanted to.  Ugh....I'm still up in the air, whether or not I want to keep my account.  

Don't get me wrong, I do have a lot on my plate.  Mom to 4 kids-which includes a teenager (yikes), an 11 year old, a 2 year old, and a 1 year old girl.  My hands are full.  I work full time, and still manage to get the laundry done and dinner on the table.  I have a Twitter account, a Facebook account, this blog, and I don't know what else.  I'm gonna try and keep up as best as I can.  I really do have to blog from my BB...and I gotta be disciplined.  Disciplined in everything!

So there....my confessional, that no one is probably reading, but me.  But venting is so cathartic isn't it?

New Addictions

This blog was my first addiction...then I found Twitter...then I found Facebook. Each time I find a new "thing"...I always end up neglecting the former. Not to mention my Blackberry....who now has all these miniature applications like TwitterBerry and Facebook too! Ohhh the craziness of it all!!

I still won't get a MySpace...because that would just send me over the brink of sanity. Wait...am I considered sane now? Okay...don't answer that.

To top that off....I'm also addicted to my Moleskine Journal. I even had to graduate to a bigger one. It's like my personal bible.

Just thought I'd rant about my addictions...wonder what's coming up next...

Vindication aka Closure aka Forgiveness

So...after a few days of ruminating...and praying, I've decided to cancel the police report. On one condition of course. The condition is that the boy, "Rodney" has to write a letter of apology and read it aloud to me and the baby.

Needless to say, Rodney and his family agreed to the stipulation.

I arrived at the intermediate school, about 10 minutes before the last school bell. I'm in my uniform and I have MJ with me. Rodney walks in, and I shake his hand. We sit and that's where he began reading his letter aloud. After he finishes, I ask him a few questions.

Lastly, I tell him, that I forgive him. It took me a few days, but ultimately, I did forgive him.

I hope that he's learned a lesson from this whole thing.

This was a crappy day if ever I saw one!

So today my husband and I have a disagreement...several to be exact. Needless to say, "talking" it out seems to suck because it feels like it's only used against you later. I feel like keeping everything to myself and just accept that this is my life...dissatisfaction and malcontent.

Then my 14 year old wants to act up because all he wants to do is be with his friends...which I understand, but I hate the way he just assumes he can go and never asks, "Can I go with my friends?" instead of, "I'm going with my friends." What's up with that?

Then to top things all off...I was at the stoplight at Kamehameha Highway and Acacia Road, when I heard something hit my glass. I dismissed it thinking that I was imagining things, but next to my car was the Highlands Intermediate school bus. Then again...a loud rock hitting my rear driver's side window. I'm like, "what the !@#%" I then drive on and realize...OMG that was my daughter's window that could've been shattered! So of course I make a U-turn and pull the bus over. By the time I get on the bus, all the kids admit that someone threw the rock, but that kid, just got off. His name is "Rodney". So I take all the kid's names down and go straight back to the intermediate school.

I make the report, but I'm still so mad my hands are shaking. I'll get back with the results later, but I ended up filing a CPD 1st degree type case...a felony.

We'll see how it goes. Stupid kid!! What the hell was he thinking?!

Obama!!

Wow...what a trip! Barack Obama...our future president! Amazing that just decades ago, the idea or notion of a black man as president would be so non-existent. Well...Ha! Look who's gonna be president now!

I'm so excited to see what changes are going to happen in our nation. They say the first 100 days of a new president is a sign of what's to come. I'm sure all the "analysts" will have something to say...every step of his way.

I'm so proud!!

Well...I did it..rather, WE did it!! We went to the polls and voted. At first my husband said he didn't want to vote. He heard about the electoral college and all of a sudden went, "My vote doesn't count anyway!" But I told him it does!!! Needless to say, we went to the school and voted. Afterwards, I pulled him out of the car and told him, that I was proud that we voted together and I know our kids were proud.

I know they were looking up to us and testing us to see if we would vote. My husband is in the military and my mother is a naturalized citizen. For me...it would have been unAmerican if we didn't use our right to vote.

This whole voting process is a reminder of why our nation is the best in the world and why so many people our literally dying to come into our country, the United States of America!!