Sunday Musings

So it's Sunday and on Sundays the fam and I usually go to church. When I was a kid, we went regularly. When I became an adult with a family of my own going to church seemed like something I did not have to do until I got older. It was my husband who said we should start going, but I was resistant to just being in any old church. A friend from college stopped by to say hello, mentioned that she and her husband started a church. We went that Sunday in a room at the Holiday Inn in Brockton and we have been there every since. That was eight years ago.

Going to church is something to do, but having faith is what I do. People ask me how I do what I do all the time and I say that I don't know. I do know, my faith in the Lord and what He says about who I am and how I can live a peaceful life is what makes me able to do what I do. I guess I never say that because I don't think people will understand. That's a little silly when you think about it. Strength has to come from a source and I should never be afraid to name God as mine. I am thankful for all that I have and the things in my life that have yet to come to pass.

As far as your eyes can see...it's Amazing

Why blog about your weight? I just am wondering why would someone blog about the ups and downs of food. Food is nourishment and occasionally, something to enjoy. I am blogging about being in my thirties so I guess the question can be turned back in on me, but what I am doing makes sense. So let me tell you what’s been going on since I have not been keeping up with my blogging.

I just finished a class at Harvard. I thought it was going to be difficult and it was because I like school and I wanted to do well. I haven't received the grade back, but I am thinking I may be scoring in the B range. When you go back to school, by choice you really only want to see A’s - no B's. Who I am I kidding? I take on way too much. In order to earn an A I need to devote more time to studying much more than I do now. Of course, I will keep trying to manage my life and put the right things first.

Speaking of first - my first born is a knot head who is doing a mediocre job in school and getting pretty sassy at home. He has stopped calling me "mommy" and started calling me "mom". I wrote a little tweet about it last week. What's up with that? I am not ready to be "mom". “Mom” means that I may soon have to accept that he may have a girlfriend. “Mom” means that he is officially in puberty with hair growing under his armpits and all other nasty type man-like things. Yuck! “Mom” means, I can't even write it, we will have to revisit "the talk" and I have to accept changes I am not willing to accept. For pete sake, just last week, I think on a Monday, I was "mommy". Uggh! What's next?

So at work I am planning a prom for around 1,000 people. A wedding with 300 is a big wedding and I am in charge of a prom where we are going to cram over 950 teenagers into an event facility with free food, drink, sugary deserts, dark lighting and music. Hello? I am completely off my rocker. The students will love it and it will be the best thing ever, but 1000 people, really? I have been having little mini nightmares thinking about it and I have three weeks to go - I mean two weeks from tomorrow. But I do have a dress, I slimming black dress that hits just above the knees that focuses on my chickeny legs (my legs being the only thing that resembles a chicken) and not my “had my last kid four years ago” tummy.

I have been running or brisk jogging to be more honest. It's killing me. Well, it's not literally killing me, but I am feeling it. Like that freshman 15 and the baby 30 is taking its toll. Nevertheless, I'm going to stick in there - what with the road race I promised my brother I would do.

School is winding down so I should be able to write more regularly. Summer time, summer time!