Soda @ MindSay

Good Goddess Above!  My brain is fried!  I bailed on exersising again this evening and my moms immeditally got after me for that.  Your going to loose your momentem...blah blah blah.........your starting to loose that water weight...blah blah blah.  I kept my kewl and politly informed her that my school work at this time takes priority over any walking or eliptical machine.  Then my mother who hasn't been in any form of school (I don't count continuing credits to keep her RN License) for 50 some years, said it shouldn't be that hard to do your work during the day.  Mind you my mother didn't go to college college.  She went to a 4 year Catholic Nursing school and only took core courses for nursing! 

 

It took me literally all day minus 20 minutes in the morning to take the kids to school and three and half hours this evening (we had a school function to go to for the kids) to complete all but my final essay for this week.  I read the main chapter for this week and after looking at next weeks assignment, I don't have to read the other two chapters she went over in our notes this week till NEXT WEEK.  I took all my notes, I read everyone's postings, I posted my main posting today and responded over 4 times to other people's main posting (we only have to do 2 for the maxium to recieve a grade), I hunted down two completely different News Editorials to do my assignment.  One on the US's No Child Left Behind Law and one from Jeruslum on Ramadan.  I wrote, typed, and then posted both articles and my take of appeals and submitted them to the prof.  I read 4 different classmates essays and picked one to make suggestions on.  I posted my suggestions and printed off next week's assignments and new topic for the next paper.  I also wrote down about two dozen ideas to "improve" my final draft of the Self Discriptive Essay, the Prof likes my paper but says I am not descriptive enough.  I am going to work in the fact I am actually a very private person til I obtain a comfort level with others:D 

 

I finally got all this done at 10 pm tonight!  During the day and all my homework, I managed to get two loads of laundry done, discuss and be interviewed for my girl Teri for one of her papers and gave her some presidential historic information on Jimmy Carter for another paper and consented in talking to my brother for 45 minutes.  In the afternoon, the kids and I did our Dollar General run (that is my new wally world:P), killd some time at the Buffalo pasture reading the Historical marker and took a few pictures of the buffalo, then we went up to the school for Family Science night!  The kids really enjoyed themselves and now we have to show Randy how to implode soda cans, pull plant DNA, and explode two 2 liters of soda using menthos and life savers!  The program was run by one of the NE Medical Center Genetisist out of Lincoln and I think a Highschool Biology teacher out of Omaha!  I was a big kid and managed to snag a lil vile of strawberry dna that the kids (all school kids present) helped to pull tonight!  I gave it to a lil girl who didn't get any though.  Oh and we have to show Randy how to ease a no shell hard boiled egg into a beaker flask with out breaking it and then show him how to get it out! 

 

I don't think I could handle two or three classes this semester for my first semester back.  Not with everything I do around this house for everyone including people who don't live in my house!  I am doing good if I do say so myself.  And tomorrow my "date" with my girl Bree is actually going off with out a hitch!  My moms is taking the kids to school for me so I can meet Bree in the morning.  We will do her small errands and then Casino HERE WE COME!  Randy set me a 100 buck limit and Arjan set Bree a 50 buck limit not counting lunch or any stops we make.  Those killjoys know that Bree and I can sit at the casino all day if allowed!  As long as we are out of the casino by 2 pm to pick up our respected kids all is good!  I won't even complain about having to drive to the city tomorrow night for TKD and then kill two hours before my Leadership class AFTER our actual TKD class!

Almost two years ago I gave up drinking soda.  I now drink tea, water, lemonade, and milk.  That's about it.  Not a whole lot of variety, but I don't require much variety with my beverages.  If it's good, I'll just keep drinking it without going out of my way to find something else.  That's probably how I became such a soda addict.  Diet Coke tastes good.

Quitting soda was not nearly as difficult as I thought it would be. It helped that my choice of other beverages are exceptionally easy to get wherever you go.  Until last night.  Last night I was challenged and I did not rise to the challenge.  I failed.  Last night I had two sodas.

Last night my project team from work had a gathering at Miller Park to watch the Brewers take on the Astros.  Prior to the game, we had rented out a pavilion in one of the parking lots and had the stadium food service crew cater a meal for us.  There was plenty of free food and drinks.  All the beer and soda you can drink prior to the game.  Wait up... beer and soda?  I don't drink alcohol and I don't drink soda, either.  I started digging through the soda bin trying to find a bottled water.

None.

I asked the food service attendant that was taking care of our group.  She said that all my company had paid for was soda and beer, opting not to have water.  I asked her how I could get a water.  She told me that I would have to go into the stadium and pay $4 for one, but then I couldn't leave the stadium because I wouldn't be allowed reentry for the actual game.  She thought there might be a water fountain near the stadium, but it was a 10 minute round-trip walk between our pavilion and where it might be.

Faced with these options, I grabbed a soda to drink with my dinner.  I then had another one as my coworkers and I chatted before heading in to our seats.  I picked Sierra Mist, a soda that has no caffeine in it, as that was one of the reasons why I took soda out of my diet.  It wasn't that good.  I'm not a big fan of Sierra Mist to begin with.  It upsets me a bit that my first soda in almost two years was one I really didn't want.  Why couldn't it have been a Diet Coke or a Sprite?

The new Diet Dr Pepper Cherry Chocolate?

Tastes like a liquefied Tootsie Roll.

I'm not digging it too much right now; I think it's going to be an acquired taste... has to be 'cause I have 11 more cans to go through.


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Dear Andreux,

 

it is called POP! Soda is a dirty word and should never be used in reference to a drink. I honestly believe the civil war was really about everyone below the Mason-Dixon line calling it Soda, and everyone else calling it POP! Yes, some people up here call it Soda, but that's because they're not cool. All the cool people call it Pop. It even sounds cooler than So-duh! Also popcorn is called popcorn because it makes a popping sound when you cook it. Pop cans make a pop sound when you open them. They don't make a "soda" sound...

 

I rest my case.

 

VIVE POP!

Ever wonder if your an idiot or not?  Well I don't have to wonder anymore!  I am an idiot! Two years since I have played ball, have bad knees with my right knee in a bad need of being total reconstructed, six months into being recently dignoised with Type 2 diabetes and what do I do?  I slide into 3rd base and tore up my thigh! 

 

Pretty isn't it!  I am actually quite proud of that scrap or what ever you call it!  I hit a line drive right down the middle of left and rover that hit the fence.  Would have been nice if I had a base coach to tell me to run from second or third though!  I am one of these folks that just run!  I almost made it but rover on the other team had an arm and the third basemen just tagged my toe before I hit the base!

 

We lost both games but thankfuly my friend Cindy's dad is the coach and a back up player like her mom and he tells those who think they are going to be die hard about it to get over it and we are out there to have fun!  They make fun of me cause I go out to catch with a cig in my mouth and I go up to bat with a cig in my mouth.  I took my medicine on the way up so I couldn't have a beer but I still shouldn't have taken it!

 

I am glad I informed Cindy and her sister Shannon who also played that I was diabetic and I wasn't sure what playing softball would do to me.  My body is use to the taekowndo and walking so my sugars don't fluxate when I do those things but I wasn't sure what they would do playing ball.

 

The first game I subbed and was a hitter.  My knees swelled and were hurting but not so bad.  The second game I caught and hit.  That is when I got my hits and had to run the bases.  I came home twice and tagged out once and the fourth time I was benched because between my knees and tearing up my thigh; another highschool classmate ran to the concession stand for me to grab me a candy bar.  I started shaking and going woosy but I ended up having to hit because one of the back up wives that subbed in for me got out of batting order, I jacked it right at the second baseman and he threw me out.  Nobody held it against me.  Well one of the other highschool classmates of mine tried to get onery but my brother's highschool classmate that was pitching told her off and she went home early. 

 

After the games, they asked me if I wanted to go to one of the all night reasturants but I thought it was best that I got the kids home to bed.  Primo (the pitcher) and his wife followed me home to make sure I didn't have an accident because my sugars dropped so low and even after the candy bar they were low.  It really wasn't out of their way instead of taking one highway home they just followed me and made a circle back to their hiway by 5 miles.

 

The first picture is of the purty scrap before a bath.

 

The second picture is of it all cleaned up after soaking for about a half hour.  Sorry for an almost ass shot!  That is what you get with an 8 year old taking the pictures!

 

I made my girl stay up to take the pictures and help me banage it up.  I ended up taking a couple of my pain pills for my gallbladder because hell even sitting hurts!  I took my sugars again and ended up having to eat the rest of my steak from last night and drinking another soda.

 

I am such an idiot!  I am a 30 year old woman who is going to have to realize my body gave up on me over 3 years ago!  Or I am just going to have to get my knee done and work my way back up from walking to running.  If I play anymore ball I am going to have to cut the sliding out!