It's been a long time

It's been quite a long time. I have since let the gym membership lapse, so I won't be giving you the ridiculous experiences that occurred with my getting fit. 

No in fact I have gone to opposite direction. In the amount of time for studies to get my RN, and the unemployed factor, I never moved for about 1 year. Literally. 

But now life is on a whole new path and there is more to be done: I am working, maintaining a homestead for my parents, still in school but only part-time. I am not losing anything but I no longer feel like a couch barnacle. 

We shall see how this blogging thing keeps going. Wish all a good day and night and hope you wake up breathing in the morning. 

I feel you, I feel you

So now my "butt wings" hurt.

What are butt wings? They are the fleshy pads over the back of your hips below where "love handles" like to hang. In other words the base of the muffin below your "muffin top".

I have a new Gym Partner. Best one I could find (heehee) but seriously is in it for the sweat, pain, loss of function, and humiliation that I am.

Yesterday we tried a new machine I never braved before. No idea what it's called but it requires a very large amount of coordination for which I lack. You stand on two round steps and push back with an angle away from your body. Kind of like Roller-blading or the push off when starting down hill on skis.

The resistance, I found, adjusts itself depending on what your heart rate is if you're working on the "fat burn" workout. So I started out with a level 2, pretty hard. But that forced the heart rate to jump up to target level, as well as send my thighs on fire. When the resistance dropped down (up) to 7 my feet felt as though they had hit the floor and was near in splits as the foot pads extended outward and down. So I found myself doing steps out to the backward-side of my torso with enough area open between my ankles to fit 2 of my shoulder widths.

YEAH OUCH!

Didn't notice until after the muscles in my body started to deplete of the extra circulation from exercise that my butt wings were very tender. I have to attempt walking up and down my stairs with as straight and closed legs as I can in order to not collapse in the stair well and cry. So now it's even funnier to my husband to watch me move from one floor to the next.

New goal: obliterate the Butt Wings!!

I wish my camera batteries weren't dead

Clayton has now started laughing. It's getting harder to change his diaper even. At first it was only because he was doing the "frog leg" boogey that newborns do. Then he started to relax so I thought he was becoming the well behaved child for diaper duties. But now it's even harder to change his diaper without getting mess all over the place because when you touch his sides to unfasten the stupid thing his legs come up and arms go down against his sides. He's ticklish.

So now I play with him even more because he DOES something now. You get him doing the squeak toy laugh by lightly pressing your fingertips into his hip bones and sides.

As the title infers I would share a video of him doing this but the camera is dead.

Ahh feel good!

Finally got back into the gym. Worked my butt off. I did so much working out I must have sweat 5 pounds. 3 hours alone were spent running on the treadmill. Then free weights galore. Curls, thrusts, benches, squats, push ups, pull ups, crunches. Then soaked and sweated my poor muscles in the hot tub and sauna. Spent a good 2 1/2 hours in the sauna alone. I feel skinny refreshed and rejuvenated. I think I made a much bigger dent in my goaled weight loss today than any other month here at the gym check me out!...

Under construction

Yes I've changed. It's not really what I want but it was the only one that

A: would allow comments to be posted

B: not totally distort the look of the page

All I know is I am not touching this blog design until I have a Dummies manual on how to do it.

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No work outs this weekend. For one I was feeling the severe pain of my last workout to were my stomach muscles hurt just to pee. But I also fell under the control of the dreaded Spring Flu Bug. I have been laid up for three days now with the worst of head neck and body pain. Motrin won't touch this body. As well as a swollen throat and have now developed the lovely yellow goo seeping from the orifices in my head.

Seriously!?!?!

I'm trying to figure out the point of going to a gym all dressed up. Aren't you suppose to go for the benefit of a good sweaty workout?

I call them "Gym Cougars". No matter what their age they are in the gym only for the sole purpose of prancing around in their little bodies and even littler clothes to makes the rest of us normal people look like the ogres we feel like.

What good does it do me if I show up at the gym all done up and then try smiling at the hot guy next to me if I have sweat streaks down my makeup, running mascara into raccoon eyes, and hair plastering to the neck sweat that is slowly staining the front and back of my shirt?

It doesn't help and that's why these cougars don't work out at the gym.

They prance.

Don't get me wrong, if I had a body like them I would want to show it off too. But I would show it off tastefully and not just prance around the gym. Sure they may run a little on the treadmill but they spend most their time flirting around the free weights and don't lift a thing.

They even do the typical giggle then test the muscles of all the guys while they lift and then squeal about "how strong you are". LITERALLY

These are snipped pictures of the style of attire one girl in particular wears: Expert makeup with fake eyelashes, hair up in side messy bun, skin perfectly tanned w/o lines (her top reveals the lack of lines), camo pattern tweed cap turned ever so seductively to the side, a swanky top that could pass as bedroom attire, and the finale..... a freaking camo mini skirt. Not a golf skirt or skorts or other any article of clothing meant for the female to wear for working out. I'm surprised she wears sneakers and not stilettos.

Don't try this at home... or anywhere

Bike pedaling. Random intensities. Severe out of shape body. Burning muscles. Lungs wheezing. Sweat pores flooding.

..........I don't want to talk about it anymore.

Not gonna do it

My trip up the stairs... Feeling pumped and proud of myself for not passing out on the treadmill earlier, I decided to try the stair stepper (This is very similar to what I used but looks are deceiving). I was intimidated from the get go. I HATE stairs of any kind as I usually fall down them even when stone sober and paying close attention to what the heck I am doing with my feet.

So this started with a mild sweat fit on top of my already heavy sweat fit from walking the treadmill. That's right I said walking on the treadmill. I stood upon the stairs to situate my water bottle and towel, plug in my headphones and tune into the Ellen show on the personal tv programmed into the face of the machine. This took me about 5 minutes to do. Here's why: as you step on the machine to get even near the controls the stairs start to move downward ever so slowly that you don't even notice you moved until you're about to fall off the last step.

After noticing I was moving and saving myself from the humility of blindly falling on the floor I was situated. I touch-screened in my choice of workout (I started with the easiest this time since it is after all a set of stairs). And the motion begins. I was confident after the first couple of seconds when I realized that the machine moves REALLY slow. But I started to focus on the Ellen show in front of me instead of my feet where I should have been looking. Big NONO for a first time use of any machinery. Here was my realization:

There are only three steps visible. The first step comes out of the top almost flat then proceeds to bend into its 90 deg angle. The depth of each step is only enough the support the first 2/3 of my foot. IT"S NARROW! So stepping too soon causes you to over step the crease line where it folds bending your foot backwards in half. So I hesitate and choose my next step up carefully trying to keep my foot from contorting or from falling backwards off the dang thing since there isn't enough room to stand. This worked for one step them I realized that once the second step rotates down to the third position it immediately starts to unfold from its 90deg angle to return into the machine from whence it came. This causes your lower foot to slide ever so sneaky away from the rest of your body toward the floor, the opposite direction you're trying to imitate going. Keeping away from the first and third step is impossible as there are only three steps to work with.

So I tried to adjust my positioning in order to catch the first step just after it completes its fold but also before the third step starts transforming into the slip-and-slide of feet. All at the same time using physics and geometry to figure out how to make my foot fit on the step.

I digress... I'm just too uncoordinated to even try this machine again.

CIG was born April 2, 2010. Weighing 6lbs 11oz stretching 19 1/2 in. Born by cesarian birth he entered this world a perfect baby.

Even at 4 days old he is a quiet content child. To me he was born holding the gold medal for nursing.

He is a spitting image of his dad, especially when he scrunches his face to cry.

We have been blessed with this child in more ways than just his presence.

it's been along time.

I know I have not kept up with my blogging.
The holidays... then the computer anti-virus expired... then we got a virus... and I've honestly been too lazy pregnant to care about the socializing via internet.

So the pregnancy, Child #4, the second son in our family, will be born the morning of April2nd. Unless ofcourse he decides to come earlier. Otherwise he will be born via cesarian. There is nothing wrong with him or me it's just for the simple reason that I had a cesarian with the twins and prefer not to risk the life threats that come to baby and mom when trying to deliver VBAC.

And no we have yet to pick out a name.

Meatball is excelling in school with A's and B's for his grades. Socially he is much too popular for his own good. He grows so much. Just today i had the hit of reality when his dad picked him up for a bear hug i noticed Meatball has only the length of his dad's knee to toes before he equals his dad in height. (His dad is 6 foot)

The girls are still in a jabbery speech. They are saying more real words but they are known to talk to eachother in half "twineze" and half audible English. They too have grown out of their ever cute baby bodies and have graduated to long slim bodies that their dad is not too happy about them growing further into.
Skuzzy still knaws and sucks on her skuzzy. Satan can still growl and spin her head at you when she doesn't get her way. Lately she is known as "Stroke Baby" since she keeps her mouth in a forever stroke type droop.

Hubby is still a stay at home. He will be trying to find employment while I am on leave from work so cross you fingers for him to be able to find something.

And don't worry. I will be posting more when I have all the new pics of Baby Boy when he comes.

Ahh be still my beating heart...

New Moon. I almost don't need to say anymore. The show was phenominal! Twilight wasn't what you would have expected because of low budget and a different director. The added budget, and I think the new director helped too, made this movie a HIT. The condensing of the story line and the melting of scenes together for time was done in a way that it still followed the story from the book. The heat of the passion in this book was tastefully done, even more than Twilight's passion scene (which you would have thought the director being a woman in the first movie would have made a better passion scene than a male).

Blind resources

http://www.wayneism.com/brl.php
http://www.wikihow.com/Read-Braille
http://www.omniglot.com/writing/braille.htm
http://www.disabilityinfo.gov/digov-public/public/Search.do

June 27, 2001

My son, Destry Anthony Wolbert, known as Tony, was born in an easy manner for a first time mother. 6 hours total from admission to hospital until his delivery. The pregnancy was text book. No complications. He was born healthy at 8lbs 1 1/2 oz. and 21 inches long. He came before his cousin, Sarah, by two hours in the room next door.

From the moment we brought him home he was the classic child every mother dreams of. He ate good, slept all night, never stayed up all night with colic. The only hospital or doctor's office visits were routine or for typical child illness (a.k.a. he had a couple ear infections when teething).

Tony had to suffer through the bitter divorce of his parents and the drug/alcohol recovery of his dad. But he, for the most part, came out unscathed. As his parents have come to terms with each other he has come to terms with the split families.

He enjoys going to school at Temple View in Idaho Falls. His favorite part, ofcourse, is recess and the bus rides to and from school. He makes friends well and has a knack for seeing the good in all of his friends. He is starting to grasp the concept that being different from someone is acutally a normal thing.

He has always loved to have fun and has a smile that touches your heart. He is also very good at the sup-sup tears when he is hurt or sad. This last winter he broke his foot and was a very brave boy in the E.R. and in his recovery with only a few passing tears. The first trips to the dentist were done with only a couple voiced fears and then was an angel through cavities being filled.

As he progresses in his life I find myself wondering where my "Little Man" went. And then I look and see the wonderful growing person he is becoming. As he grows he is more interested in how things work and why this and how come that. And yet even though he is developing mind and body, I can still see in his eyes the "Little Man" still wanting to come out and play.

He was lucky enought to have two male cousins born just before and just after him. Their close ages helped him develop some childhood male bonding. He also likes to compare himself and Sarah to his sisters, how they are like twins since they were born on the same day in the same hospital.

He is such a wonderful big brother to his twin sisters. He understands he has a different dad from them and he thinks that's fine. But he never lacks in compassion for those two. Lis is very attached to him. If we have to go out she insists on holding Tony's hand every time. She loves to imitate him and follow him around the house. He is a very hard working big brother and takes that position very seriously. He followed their development with me through the pregnancy. He wanted to help "nurse" them when they were born. He even volunteered to change diapers when they were newborns. He always loved to hold them and wanted so much to play with them before they could.

To My Son: Happy 8th Birthday! I love you!

Call me technologically ignorant, or what have you. But I feel even more so, the outcast of my family. Because I do not have texting to my phone, in fact my phone is for calls only, or even the ability to take pictures I am excluded from the family phone tree, it seems like.

I plead to you all:

Do not forget that I am here and care what is going on.

My week (if you're interested)

As almost everyone of you know, I am an LPN on the Medical, Neuological, Oncology floor of EIRMC. In other words, I am one of many hands-on nurses on that floor. I haven't had the education to be in management, nor do I want management at this time because I love being hands on too much.

I have recently spent 6 nights in a row(these are 12 hour shifts) working. Only half of those nights was I able to come home on time (Normally I get to clock out by 7:30am).

The other nights/mornings I was unable to leave at my desired time. I have had to send 2 people to the ICU for significant decline in condition (AKA they are about to die- emergently). Luckily our hospital has a "MET code" tea. This is availale to ANY employee that feels their patient is no longer a candidate for that specific department and would be saved by being taken to Cardiac or ICU, respectively.

Unfortunately one of those two people I sent to ICU did not live- in honesty the one that died proved a blessing because their life had no more quailty to it- for they would have drowned in their own lungs. The second- luckily, was able to be revivied without CPR and was in ICU before he could die on me.

I hate nights/mornings like this because I want to go home, I fear for the patients' lives and I hate to leave the on-coming nurse with a crisis to handle at the beginning of their shift.

Luckily, even though one died, the last one was able to get the treatment and superior care they needed in an emergency. His life was able to be reinstated despite what their body was trying to do.

ICU and Endo found the rhyme and reason for this patient's problem and were able to save their life.

I am posting this information to inform everyone, (for those who have no idea as to why I would put up with so much K-rap at work) to know that I could have a full year of misery at work, but as long as I had that one time where I did it right, and someone benefits from my actions, all the other 364 days of the year don't matter. If you come out with one life more than what could have been you actually come out ahead.

Our excellent ICU staff at EIRMC were able to save a life that I was inable and incapable of saving on my own. To them I am in debted. I hope to one day be part of that team-and as a team I mean they are all willing to work together for one goal- to save lives and improve someone's quality of life.

To my fellow ICU TEAM....

I SALUTE YOU!

(specifically Paul and Don)
Thank you.

This gave me goose bumps it's so beautiful

It's still here!

I only watch tv online. But this show is THEE reason to start getting a set of rabbit ears and the digital converter box thingy. I thought this show was cancelled because it was wiped from ABC's show schedule online. But come to find out it still airs on tv. This is such a cute and innocent show.

Just Hanging On

Well, How's about an update. I have applied to ISU for their BS Completion Program. This program will allow me to go from LPN to BSN (RN with a bachelor's deg). I 'm not thrilled about going to ISU, however, most of my classes will be able to be taken here on their Idaho Falls capus and the lab time can be done at the building they share with EITC.


I also found out that once I finish the remaining Gen Ed courses required for ISU and enter the Professional part of the program, not only do I have availability to Finacial Aide but the state also helps out with living costs by providing a monthly allowance, housaing assistance, energy assistance, food stamps if needed, etc. My friend who has gone to ISU for all his degrees and also teaches there is helping make all the needed finacial aid requests.


So for right now we are holding on by threads and food storage and prayers. But I know this passes and I am on a better track for the long terms I planned for myself and my family. So thank you to all who have helped us out, Mom you have been my food bank and money bank for so long I hope to one day repay you back in full or at help take over financially supporting you.