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Slow cooker, Shred, Wood, and RCAC
Nov 11 2009 13:18

Slow cooker

Hub bought us one last year at Christmastime. This morning I got it out of the box for the first time.

Last minute meals consisting of chicken nuggets, hot dogs and KD were bugging me, so I just threw out the question yesterday to my coworkers "does anyone here use a crockpot?". Turns out, the answer was a resounding "YES!". Everybody. I asked them what exactly you can make in it, and how, and they all started plowing me with recipe ideas.

This morning I put some pork chops, veggies, cream of chicken soup, pepper and seasonings in it and let it do it's thing.

Smells good :) Excited to see how it tastes.

Shred

I have done level 2 for the past 2 nights. The first night I thought I was going to keel right over. The second night was a teensy bit better, but I did the modified movements for some of the moves, such as the plank-jacks and the double jump rope.

Weighed myself this morning and the scale is my friend. Today. I'm only one choco binge fest away from it not being my friend though, so I'm trying to keep it under control.

I'll be donning my bikini the end of this month for an evening of swimming with the youth group. Call me vain or whatever you like, but I don't fancy the idea of having my lower belly stick out further than my boobs when I'm swimming with a bunch of 12-17 year olds. For that matter, I don't fancy donning a suit in front of any age group, if I don't feel like I'm rocking it. (I'll have a t-shirt on over top anyways, but y'all know what it looks like to have a shirt cling like a second skin to a pudgy belly...it almost looks worse than seeing the bare skin!)

Wood

Yeah.

Still not in.

Supposed to finish it today. I'm sure I have motivation in me somewhere, just got to find it. And if I can't find it, I'll have to just suck it up and do it anyways.

RCAC

Royal Canadian Air Cadets. That's what sonnyboi is in. He and his friend were part of the Remembrance Day ceremony at our local Cenotaph this morning. He took it very seriously, no casual walking, always walking in the cadet way. His friend was a little less enthused...she was nervous and I think felt a teensy bit embarrassed about the way they are supposed to march, so hers was toned down a lot.

It led to a conversation when we got home between hub and I. What if Dear wants to join the Air Force when he's grown? He mentioned it the other day, I said nothing to encourage or discourage, just listened.

Can you imagine how very scary it must be to send off a son (or husband or father or brother etc) to be deployed? Just thinking of it causes an unpleasant feeling in the depths of my being. Just typing about it is causing me to feel very nervous, jittery, and nail-bitey.

Is it really any more hazardous to ones health though, than say, being a civilian truck driver or an electrician? No, my logical self says. But the side of me that says "military = greater chance of death in the line of duty" takes over and turns me into a mess of jello on my insides when I think about the possibility of my child walking down that path.

I'm sure like any kid, he'll want to be a dozen different things as a grown up before he settles on something (and look at all of those who never settle on something!), so I'm trying to just not dwell on it. After all, he's only yet 12.

But, my baby...in uniform...

*takes deep calming breaths*

:S