GREAT GODS - don't lie to me

Nope - haven't walked this week. Started the new job - love it. Love being to close to home. Love saving gas. Love making more money. Don't like the later hours, just because I'm not used to it - but I'll be fine. Even like the folks I work with, with one exception. Why do people feel the need to lie about their experience or their past. Don't they know that someone who has really done those things will know the difference? Really? My saving grace is that this guy will only be working through Labor Day.

Let me explain a bit - I've worked at a package store, for years. I opened, closed, cleaned, stocked, knew my products, never sampled the wares with compensating the owner, did payroll, balanced the books, did the register, never stole anything. I've lived in one place fairly regularly, and was only homeless when I was a teenager. I know the signs of a drifter, I know the signs of someone who doesn't have a "trade." I've been around those people. I can tell. I can also tell (not always, but there are some signs) someone who did military service. I can tell educated people. Of course, if you only did one semester it's not so easy, but someone who is TRULY educated, it isn't hard, even if that education isn't from a college. Someone who makes an effort for their own lives, it's just obvious. Equally obvious to spot someone who just floats, and/or takes advantage of every situation, and not in the good way.

This guy - rough around the edges. Not just rough, jagged. I've known guys like that, too, and some are just diamonds who have never seen a file. Some are vicious, just waiting for a chance. Or, victims. Or, bullies. "I'm better than you." "You aren't as smart as I am." "I've done....." Honestly. You don't know me, but I apparently know that you didn't do half of what you say you've done, because I have, and what you say smells worse than the diaper of a baby who just started solid food. I don't appreciate being threatened by someone. I don't have the patience for someone who is full of themselves and wants to intimidate me into whatever they want. DON'T EVER PUT YOUR HANDS ON ME - you will lose them.

I hope, with all my heart, that I'm teaching my children that to be yourself, in any situation, is imperative. Honesty is of the highest priority. What someone else thinks of you isn't as important as what you think of yourself. Especially when it comes to how little some people will be in your life - you're always there, will you be able to live with yourself? I can.

If it isn't my husband...

it's my son. "Mom, you didn't do your blog thing." Yes, Joshua, I know - but I've been walking with you and Michael, so really, do I need to? Sure. Actually, I'm glad that they are out walking with me. Not so much for me, but for them - to show them that they can do it, too. Michael is slower, has more things to look at and do than Joshua does. And, Joshua has the added advantage of being almost my height, so his strides match mine pretty well. He doesn't go as fast as I want to, but with practice he'll get there.

Yesterday, we did two a half miles. I so could have used more, but they were there. It was good. Actually, the boys did a little less than two miles, because they stopped to pick the wild blueberries. Then, I ran. Yup - ran almost a quarter mile, and then part of the way back. Sometimes, you have to run away from them, so you can come back to them a better person. Those few minutes I was away, I worried. They're my boys, and they were on the road, and cars were passing. True - we're out here, and no one would do anything, but that isn't how I grew up. So, I worried. I still let them do it. I still didn't rush back to hover over them. I still didn't make them come with me. It's part of growing up, and watching mom leave, and knowing that you're safe, even without her. It's knowing that she's coming back, and that time away did you both good. It's finding out that Mom is more than a "mom". See, what 7 minutes and a half mile can teach you.

My Droid is coming. I've been told that, but won't believe it until it's in my little hands. I'm very excited about it. AND, I got the job at the Canyon Store in Wolf Creek - I'm VERY excited about that, too. Meeting all the people in town, being EVER so much closer. Tomorrow is the last day that I'm going into Wholesale Sports to work. I'm supposed to go on Saturday, too, but really? My husband is going to be home, and leaving again on Sunday. I start the new job on Monday - yeah, I'm not going in on Saturday. Mark and I are going to walk, instead.

Gravity is OverRated

Mark and I set out for a walk last Monday, set to do six miles. The dogs were with us, and I was excited. Six was a new milestone. But, when we got to the three mile mark, and had to turn around, I found a penny, heads up. That was it - we were doing the eight! We weren't doing it for time, just for mileage, so off we went. My work schedule for the rest of the week wouldn't allow me to do the eight before his birthday, if we didn't do it that day. We did it - got all the way to the 7R Guest Ranch. One the way back, we were doing an average of 19 miles an hour, so faster than my regular walk. Nice! Mark did say that his butt was sufficiently kicked. I could have gone more - thought about going all the way to the paved road! LOL! The puppies were tired, we hadn't told them what we were doing. Isis even made it, four month old that she is. They slept well for the rest of the day. That lucky penny did me good - I even got a job interview when I got home. Now, my next goal is to "run" two miles at a shot. I have to practice that. I can only run for two minutes at a time, right now - if my husband is tellin' me true (he lied when I was in labor - so, who really knows...). I kinda figure he is.

Now, about the gravity - Mark and I were laying in bed (not what you think - well, maybe...), and I was noticing that there were flatter spots on my body. I can't pull as much from around my back to my front. Mark was feeling the spots that I was directing him to, when I mentioned that I thought that all of the fat fell to the back. He told me that gravity was over rated. I loved that! So, while my weight is going down past 178 - on the odd day - my body shape is changing nicely. I would appreciate it if the weight started dropping off - really, I would - but, I know it'll come.

Bob! I love that you're reading this! I love that Olivia is doing the treadmill! I know I have nothing to do with it, but I so excited for her! She will kick yer butt - you'd better do what she says. (Do you hear me, Love.... it goes for you, too)

This would so much easier to update, if I had a Droid....