Author: Superpaige (Page 136 of 180)

I’m writing to you from Rehab, where I’m going through sugar detox.  They let me out once a day to use the computer.

Although I’ve been sugar free for 5 days now, I’m going through a rough patch right now.  I should remind myself that I successfully avoided all the treats at our ward book club on Thursday night.  That I watched a movie at the theater with no Jr. Mints, and that I didn’t even taste the cookies the kids were making last night, rather I made myself some sugar free pudding.  But I was hit with a sneezing attack while at Jenna’s school this morning (maybe the dust from taking down the bulletin boards, who knows?) and I’m still suffering.  I went to the grocery store to pick up a few essentials, and I was bombarded with sugar at every turn–treats from the bakery, easter M&M’s, marshmallow peeps!  The list goes on and on–you all know how the grocery store is.  And I was hungry and sneezy and generally not feeling up to the challenge.  I had to stuff a bagel into my mouth in order to make it out of there without caving.  And I’m not supposed to eat bagels, remember?  Something to do with a wheat allergy, but I couldn’t rip open the plain rice cake package fast enough and the bagels were on the top of the cart, so it had to be eaten.

ARRRGGG!  I have no willpower!  I’m weak!  I’m not up to the challenge!  I don’t know if I can make it! HELP!

(and on a totally unrelated subject, if you or someone you know would like to go see “Seraphim Falls” starring Pierce Brosnan and Liam Neeson on Thursday, let me know.  I have a bunch of passes I picked up while shopping on Saturday)

Hey, it’s Robin’s birthday today.  Go on over and leave her a birthday greeting, why don’t you?

We went to a funeral today for Ryan’s dear Uncle Lewis.  He was a great man and it was a beautiful funeral.  His son and daughter (Ryan’s cousins) did such a great job paying tribute to their dad, and reminding us all that death is not the end.  One quote was especially interesting to me, “we are born to die, and in dieing, we will live.”

At the cemetery, there were flags and the colors from Veterans of Foreign Wars.  They gave a “15 gun salute” (I’m not sure if there were supposed to be 21, but there were only 5 of them there) and even played taps on the bugle.  It was very nice.  The weather was bitter cold with blowing wind, but only a light snow falling.  Even though he was old and in poor health and we are all relieved that he will no longer be suffering, I can’t help but think how lonely his lovely wife, June, will be now.  And how lonely I would be if Ryan were no longer with me.

We drove by our old house (which backs up to the Lehi cemetary) and noticed how big the maple trees are now.  We planted those spindly little maples that we dug up from Michelle’s parents’ back yard when we had only been in that house for a year or so.  They were so tiny and we wondered if they would even live.  Now they are nice, big trees (bigger than any we have in our current yard) and it reminds me that some things change, and some things stay the same.  Things change.  Life goes on.  Things grow old.  People grow old.  I’m thankful to be surrounded by such wonderful people.

We have a small celebration going on here (well, just me.  I’m the only one celebrating).  What are we celebrating?  The end of the facial hair!

He’s been growing this since our trip to Cancun, when he forgot his shaver.  Then he just left it.  Maybe he liked it, maybe he was just growing it to annoy me.  Who knows?  But for some unknown reason, this morning it was gone.  I didn’t take a picture, but he’s back to his normal, clean shaven look.  And I’m happy about that!  Thanks, Ryan.

Please excuse me if I’m a bit grumpy right now.  I’m going through detox here and the side effects are terrible.  No, it’s not the shakes or vomiting, it’s severe grouchiness and the ability to snap at people for no reason.  Yes, friends, I’ve given up sugar.    Or should I say, “Hi, My name is Paige, and I’m a sugarholic”?  (and then you all say back to me in bored voices, Hi, Paige.)  My friend, Robin, and I have been doing this “give up sugar for Lent” thing for a few years now.  Some years I participate, and some years I don’t.  Well, since I’ve realized that I really do have an addiction to sugar, this is the year to do it.  It wasn’t a good thing that my first day of no sugar happened to coincide with my turn at playgroup (6 little hyper 3 year olds at my house) and PMS.  Not good at all.  So, send your condolences to my husband, and wish me luck.  Hopefully I’ll come out of this with all of my family members intact.

Those of you who knew me in high school and college may remember the old “Joke-a-day” girl.  Yes, I used to have a joke every day (most of them were pretty lame), but the point was to lift up the day a tiny bit.  During my freshman year at college, I would occasionally just dial a random BYU number (you didn’t have to dial the prefix, right, just the last 4 numbers) and say, “Hi, this is the generic jokester and this is the joke of the day.”  Yes, I’d have to be pretty loopy before I would do this, but sometimes I would meet some fun and interesting people (mostly I’d get hung up on, or get a short laugh, and that would be it).

I don’t often have a joke of the day anymore.  I just don’t have the same number of brain cells as I did in my late teens, what with having 5 children and all, and I can’t remember jokes for very long.  But thanks to my friend, Lisa, I now have a joke a day.  She gave me one of those page a day calendars for my birthday, and every day I can have a new joke.  So, here you have it…today’s joke!

Pearl:  I hear your brother-in-law always takes his misfortunes like a man.

Shirl:  That’s right–he blames my sister.

Ha! Ha!  Now, I didn’t claim it was a funny joke, it’s just a joke.  So, laugh amongst yourselves, and hopefully the next joke I post will be better.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, it looks like I have another 90 minutes of exercise to get to (thanks a lot, friends).

All right you jokers.  That’s 100 minutes I have to exercise from that post, and luckily I did 30 minutes on the treadmill last night and an hour yoga class today, which was about 50 minutes of exercise.  So, 20 more minutes ought to take care of my time commitment for yesterday’s post.
In other news,  I don’t know why I always seem to get in the checkout line of the new person.  She’s also the one who’s scanner somehow doesn’t work, and it takes me 15 minutes to ring up my groceries.  What’s up with that.

Hop-along Jenna is doing very well, and by the end of this week she is supposed to start putting a teeny tiny bit of weight on her leg.  Hooray!  We’ve survived one month of this broken leg thing so far.  Probably three more weeks of a cast.

And, finally, I had a little bit of a panic attack this morning when I was rushing to get showered, dry and dressed in 25 minutes so I could pick up John from preschool on time, and I couldn’t find the hairspray.  Wow.  I guess I’m pretty dependent upon that stuff.  What’s your one thing you can’t live without?  (Not that hairspray is the only one–I also need lipgloss, mascara and blush or I look like a zombie.)

Here’s a great idea:

And of course it’s not MY great idea, I stole it from this blog here , who stole it from someone else, but it might help me get motivated again for my mile per day goal that I had at the beginning of the year. So, For every comment, I will exercise 10 minutes. I’ll leave it up to you.

In case you missed it, there’s a very complementary article about Matt Mason and his book in yesterday’s Deseret News.  You can read it here.  I am a little surprised that my friend, Stacie, didn’t mention anything about it when I saw her last week.  It’s a pretty big deal, and if it were me, I’d be telling everyone to read the article.  So, congratulations, Matt, on the success of your book!

Chocolate dipped altoids? Who would have thought?