Hubby was determined to get us smartwatches for activity tracking, swearing it would be the drive we needed to get back into working out. Ha! He’s so silly sometimes. Well, he went to Best Buy, hemmed, and hawed over the selection. Fitbit, or Garmin? We had both for some time before returning them previously (long story, the gist being a bigger and better model, the Vivoactive 3 and HR, were coming out soon)
We both agreed the Fitbit App was intuitive, but underwhelming, whereas the Garmin App was overloaded with information, the polar opposite and overwhelming. The Fitbit had better food logging options, but Garmin’s bread and butter was fitness tracking. Since we had just purchased mountain bikes the past summer, he was all about the fitness tracking. (Ask me how many times we have ridden them.)
Hubby finally settled on the Garmin after the salesman breathed his hangover all over us, and before we walked out of the store, Hubs had them on our wrists. He hooked them up to our phones and decided we needed to go for a walk which we hadn’t done in quite some time. So, yeah I guess it has gotten us moving, but as the honeymoon phase has waned, the watch aspect is becoming their sole use which is great for keeping time! Ha!
Gah! I can’t believe we are close to the middle of the year already, and I have yet to go to New York City. It is on my “To Travel” list as it is an easy travel destination. Just over five hours in a car, and I would be there, but it just hasn’t worked out yet.
I’ve never been to New York City even though I have lived on the East Coast my entire life, but my husband has. He swears that it won’t be the travel destination that I am thinking it will be, but I just want to see it once, do the tourist thing, and mark it off my list. Seeing the Statue of Liberty, Times Square, Central Park, and the Empire State Building in person, just to say I did is my main driver. Bucket list worthy to most, but I will only go to New York in the summer. No snowy tundra will ever be on my bucket list.
I’m steadily watching for a Groupon, or a deal on lodging, but haven’t had any luck of yet. To spend a weekend in a busy city rather than at the beach for more than five hundred dollars just doesn’t sit well with me, so I wait. Hopefully I can find something lower price and finally make the trip.
Is the cost of childcare directly related to how many children are born each year? I find it to be a very believable correlation.
I currently pay childcare for my daughter as my husband and I both work full time jobs. She loves her “school”, and I believe we have genuinely found a facility that loves her just as much. I will not consider moving her again after having left two previous providers, but that’s a different story for a different day. (Disclaimer: it was more about my satisfaction than my daughter’s as to why we left the other facilitators. She was happy, but I wanted more for her.)
Moving on to my point. With the amount of money I pay on childcare, I could have a small house or townhouse in Florida! It is legitimately a mini-mortgage! I would never trade my daughter or any potential children I may have for said Florida home, but that is a real comparison.
If the cost of childcare wasn’t so high, I think I may have already had another child by now. I can’t believe I just said that out loud! It has taken me some time to get to this point, but I am finding it an inevitability as my daughter grows up and my baby fever spikes ever so slightly when I hold my newborn nephew. I know my daughter will be the most amazing older sibling, too, as she tries to be such a big help with her baby cousin.
It will be a few more years before baby number two is on its way, though. It could happen before then if we win the lottery, but for now, we’ll just anticipate the working our way to higher salaries the old fashioned way, grinding for every penny we earn.
I am a Disney fiend if you didn’t know. It is safe to say I have watched every Pixar affiliated Disney movie, and more than my fair share of Disney’s older animated movies. Ever see those memes floating around of “how many Disney movies have you watched”? Well, I’m that person that can say close to all!
When Coco was first being advertised, I honestly wasn’t sure if it was one that I would enjoy. Day of the Dead doesn’t exactly bring up thoughts of a family-friendly movie, but I was sorely mistaken. Coco was phenomenal
IMDB: Despite his family’s baffling generations-old ban on music, Miguel (voice of newcomer Anthony Gonzalez) dreams of becoming an accomplished musician like his idol, Ernesto de la Cruz (voice of Benjamin Bratt). Desperate to prove his talent, Miguel finds himself in the stunning and colorful Land of the Dead following a mysterious chain of events. Along the way, he meets charming trickster Hector (voice of Gael GarcÃa Bernal), and together, they set off on an extraordinary journey to unlock the real story behind Miguel’s family history.
I cried. I literally cried watching this movie. The focus on family, the emphasis on putting your family first above all else, is heartwarming. What I thought would be a hard topic, death of a loved one, is put to such a beautiful light and celebrated in a way even my toddler is able to understand.
The music in this movie is awesome, very mariachi style, true to its Mexican roots. My daughter loves the soundtrack, and to hear her try to pronounce some of the Spanish words cracks me up! “Un Poco Loco” is her favorite, but I swear it sounds like he is saying un coco loco or un pollo loco. The imagery in this movie is so beautiful with its bright colors and smooth transitions between hot and light coloring. The detail these artists went through to put the designs on the skeletons typically seen on the Day of the Dead celebrators is incredible. It is something to be seen. I highly recommend this movie and love it whole-heartedly.
Finding light in the darkness
Than waiting to be found.
Life is all about building you up then throwing you back down as fast and as many times as it can. You get used to something then it changes. You get into a routine and a wrench gets thrown in it.
Then the excuses start. Oh, I’ll get back to it later. Oh, I have to do deal with this then I’ll deal with that. All the while, what had been the goal is slowly forgotten.
Until that goal comes back in a new light, possibilities for accomplishing it unveiling themselves through the excuses, and suddenly, your back to basics.
You’re back to figuring it out, fitting it into your routine, making it work.
Life has a funny way of pushing and pulling us through time, kicking and screening all the way, but this time, I’m back to my basics.
I will fight to keep this routine again, and life will laugh at my plans, but what this crazy ride doesn’t realize is, I need this. I need to write. I need to be heard. I need this outlet to find readers who want to escape as much as I want to give them one. It’s time to start again, and this time, dogdge the wrenches.
Days, like pages of a book,
And full of content,
Cherish the story
Before the ending.
To stay sane, Andie Tilly must keep her mind on her work. Her job as a pediatric occupational therapist is the perfect distraction from the unspeakable tragedy she experienced as a child. But when she meets alternative-energy magnate Rhys Griffiths and his autistic toddler, Will, she quickly realizes her heart will never be the same. Especially when her name becomes Will’s first word.
After accepting a position as a live-in therapist for Will, Andie steels herself against the appeal of the disconcertingly attractive—and attracted—Rhys. But their chemistry can no longer be denied, and their heated affair seems destined for happily ever after. A destiny Andie’s terrified to embrace.
When Andie’s guilt, Rhys’s awkwardness, and the abrupt appearance of an erratic ex threaten to dismantle their delicately blooming relationship, they must decide if love is worth the challenge. Can Andie and Rhys find their way back to each other? Or will the demons of the past simply prove too strong?Read More »
I just watched a video of a guy who took a picture of himself every day since he was 13 until he was 23. While these time-lapse movies are great and show an incredible transformation of a boy into a man, I couldn’t help but notice something a little deeper.
In each image, the wore a different shirt most days, but the background and positioning of his body was constant. There were slight variations in his posture, but mostly, he sat in front of the backdrop and clicked away. With each picture, the boy became a little older, a little thinner, taller, and different lengths of hair, but the way the images played out over the screen, it almost seemed like the guy was running.
Three-thousand six-hundred fifty pictures passed by my screen, and with each sliding image, the boy was sprinting towards becoming a man. He raced toward adulthood, as most kid do, but it hurt me to see how quickly life passed him by. I know these pictures came from 10 years of photos, and 3,650 is a lot of days, but to see the images squished together in a four-minute video made me want to scream at the kid. “Stop growing up! Stay young just a little bit longer!”
If only time would slow down.
Throughout my life, I have always tried hoped that people would like me. I would even say there were times I went out of my way to try and get people to like me. With age, though, I am finding that this way of thinking is tiresome. To try so hard to be the person people want you to be just so you can be on their radar for whatever amount of time your actions towards them permits is truly juvenile and almost sadistic.
Never will I be the exact person anyone wants me to be, nor will I ever again try to be that person. Being happy with myself is where it begins, and whether someone else likes it, I am who I am. I realized this, instilled it within myself, and began introducing the world to who I am. Those who have stuck by my side know the real me.
Most recently, I tried very hard with a co-worker who, in the end, very clearly wanted nothing to do with me. I offered her my support, tried to provide assistance and insight both professionally and in our personal lives, but the more I tried, the more she resisted. It ended in a way that we no longer communicate unless necessary which seems to work well for us, but this experience really taught me a lesson.
All I can do is try, but sometimes, people won’t like me, and that’s OK because I now know I showed them the kind of person I am.