GO BEARS! (thus the beautiful blog text & background colors) Football excitement peaked this week in Chicagoland. The Bears and Packers are playing and three of our family members are rooting for the Chicago Bears. Well, our daughter thinks the Packers colors are better, but that is only for the purpose of rebellion. She is a Bears fan, at heart.
The boy roots for whoever Favre is playing for this year. He has a rainbow collection of Favre jerseys in his closet. And this has turned him into a Vikings fan. (I do like the Vikings colors) But today, I reminded him that the Vikings are not going to the Super Bowl. The Bears are! So today, he is rooting for da Bears.
We are watching the game and the little guy has his Nerf ball tucked under his arm. He is our instant replay, live, in the center of the living room. Much more entertaining than the actual game. Although the things that come out of the Big D's mouth, as usual, are equally entertaining. He just called for Cutler to be replaced by the local high school quarterback.
We've been cursing Canada for sending their arctic air our way. The kids and their friends and I escaped last weekend for a romp at the indoor water park. Nothing like watching them burn energy, while escaping into a chick book. It is very relaxing for me. Even with four kids in tow. They are awesome kids that I can take, literally, ANYWHERE. Symphony, Opera...well, I think I'll pass on that one. But they really do know how to behave in public.
The Big D and I have been selling Piper's Girl Scout cookies. At work. And she managed to get her buns out on the street this morning. She sold five boxes. In this day and age, I seriously don't want her going door to door. So that means we get to be honorary Girl Scouts for two weeks. And I have to admit that I considered ordering a case of Thin Mints under a pseudo-name (Edith Smith) so I can deliver them to a secret hiding place in the garage freezer.
But I can't do that. I quit eating all sugar and "bad" carbs three weeks ago. I have been focusing on getting 8 servings of fruits and veggies every day. Have you ever tried that? It doesn't leave room to eat much more. I'm stuffed constantly. But stuffed with food that tastes great and provides nutrition. This is where having my mother, for a mother, growing up, was GREAT. She didn't buy snack foods. Our snacks consisted of frozen fresh fruit and pickles & cheese on crackers. No chips, pop, or other ready-to-eat items wrapped in plastic. I'm back to my roots. And I'm already 10 pounds lighter and feeling like I can keep up with these rugrats.
And I'm going to need that energy. In May, I'm doing my second annual triathlon. 20 laps in the pool...yah, I know. I could do that in my sleep. (This is where those four hour per day practices become a life skill, worthy of the childhood pain.) Five miles on a spinner bike. No problem. But 3 miles running around the local park. That is my weakness. And that is the reason I must train for this blasted thing. It gets my butt off the couch and outside. And Dewey the Bouncing Dog is thankful for that. He LOVES (LOVES!) to go for wogs. (not a typo)
Wogging is an art. You run until you feel like you are going to throw up. Then you walk. Lather, Rinse, Repeat. I don't jog. I wog.
By the time you read this, I hope the Bears are headed for the Super Bowl. And if The Pack wins, well sheds some tears for us. Any Given Sunday. And we are used to saying, "Next Year". Cuz we are Cub fans too...
GO BEARS!
