Well, if I was in Virginia I would be starting my first day of classes tomorrow. But due to unforseen circumstances I will be delaying my freshman year until January. At first I was pretty bummed but I have now come to realize that it was a blessing. I will be able to get the girls all settled in to their new schools and get our routine down before I jump in to my educational journey. I am so thankful that I am not a type A personality! I would so be having a hissy fit by now and Greg would be thinking he needed to up my meds without my knowledge.

Exercise, why do I hate thee?

So I am on my way to pick up the hubby last night. It's been a week. I'm sure that he has worked out and run every day. Why can't I find the motivation, the endurance, the love for excerise? Hubby really does love it! If he doesn't get to the gym, he is a very grouchy gus.

I know the benefits of exercising. I know it's the only way for me to lose weight and keep it off. I know that it releases endorphins that make me less postal. So why can't I commit to it everyday?

It's not that the mere thought of exercise disgusts me...far from it. I actually love to fantasize about being a runner or triathalete. I love the way I feel after I come back from the gym or a run/walk, but I can never stick with it every single day.

Something has to change! I want to love exercising everyday! Wonder how long it will take me to follow through with that statement?

Memories and other drama

It seems like forever since my last post. Life here has been an emotional rollercoaster. Greg was gone, Greg was here, Aunt Farris's cancer is back full blown, Greg is gone again, Granny went into the hospital for pnuemonia and left with a possible cancer diagnoses, the girls are bored, the kitchen hasn't been finished.... So the venting helps to calm my nerves. Let's see what I can post about other than the crazy stuff going on.

So here I am in this place I call my hometown. Every road I take has some memory attached to it. I hear a song from the "old days" and my mind floods with images of life as a kid/teen in a small town. It's funny how places and songs go hand in hand to form some of the best thoughts one can have as they get older.

I'm sure the girls get tired of the stories that I recall as we drive around. "That's where Amy lived." "Over there is where I used to buy gas for .79 cents a gallon and get powdered donuts and chocolate milk on my way to school." "This is the road I drove to church, often reaching speeds close to 100 miles an hour." IF they are sick of the reminiscing they are keeping it to themselves, which I greatly appreciate. Speaking aloud the thoughts of this place make it seem fun, romantic, even magical! Of course there are the occasional sad memories, I mean they can't all be great, but somehow it's easier to think about the heartbreaking times when it is all wrapped up in warm, fuzziness.

Despite the fact that my girls haven't grown up in the same town since birth I hope that I have equipped them with the tools to love the places we've lived and to treasure the things we've done there. To lock some great times away in their memory vaults. I hope one day they will take their kids back to the cities that were their hometowns and tell the stories that make them smile when the thought crosses their minds.