tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84554212024-03-07T19:41:36.420-05:00Tales from Kiddyland, USATriplet teenagers, a 10 year old sports phenom (just ask him yourself) and a sassy but sweet 3-year-old. Oh yeah, I also have two jobs and a husband. Things are crazy all around and I wouldn't have it any other way.tripmom827http://www.blogger.com/profile/01459046548825685296noreply@blogger.comBlogger290125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455421.post-23594809774119766422011-06-19T10:55:00.003-05:002011-06-19T11:34:32.335-05:00DadSo, on this the day where we celebrate Dad, I reflect on the things that my dad taught me.1) Helping your daughter with Algebra is not an easy thing. Growing up, I did not necessarily think that my dad was super great with helping me with homework. Sometimes things got, well, tense. This year, though, I had the privelage of helping my daughter with her algebra. Within 5 minutes of "helping" tripmom827http://www.blogger.com/profile/01459046548825685296noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455421.post-3690291741546794742011-05-31T13:23:00.004-05:002011-05-31T14:11:53.571-05:00Parenting in the Gray AreasConfession: Most of the time I feel like I am totally winging it.This week what has me particularly confused is what is acceptable and what is unacceptable when it comes to middle school boys and girls interacting together. It's no surprise, given that I have 3 almost 14-year-olds in the house that this issue would come up. Although it's always come up. I have boys and girl that are the same tripmom827http://www.blogger.com/profile/01459046548825685296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455421.post-41539848239356853372011-05-17T20:25:00.002-05:002011-05-17T20:53:50.949-05:00Hollister ~ A Metaphor for LifeThis past weekend I spent some time doing I something I tend to do often-shopping. And, it seems more often than not, whenever I go shopping I end up at Hollister. If you've never been to Hollister, let me tell you about it. It's dark. And, by dark I mean that it is hard for me to read the size labels and the price tags. It smells overwhelmingly like cologne. And, by it smells, I mean I needtripmom827http://www.blogger.com/profile/01459046548825685296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455421.post-19553214563875583082011-05-08T08:10:00.002-05:002011-05-08T08:31:49.997-05:00Things I learned from MomI think there are phases in a mother-daughter relationship. Right? I mean when you're little, your mom is your everything. And, then you get a little older, like maybe 13 or 14, and your mom magically become some sort of idiot with whom you have to endure. Then you become a young adult and you start to sort of pick at everything she did and imagine how you are going to do everything tripmom827http://www.blogger.com/profile/01459046548825685296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455421.post-51916929899161845482011-05-05T11:12:00.004-05:002011-05-05T11:49:45.123-05:00Did you just say stupid? Oh no you didn't!Hayleigh said the word "stupid" yesterday. It's true. She has older siblings. You know those kids with the "older siblings" ~ always way ahead of their time! I have to admit though, I am a little confused on how to react.With the older kids, there was NO saying stupid. There was no saying shut up. One of the kids dropped an I-bomb (idiot) once and was chewing on a bar of soap faster than you tripmom827http://www.blogger.com/profile/01459046548825685296noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455421.post-69274205545960310352011-04-27T15:38:00.004-05:002011-04-27T16:00:18.130-05:00How on Earth did I, er I mean Jaden get a D?For those of you who were not aware, this past school year I have been homeschooling Jaden. Really, I have been cyber-schooling him. Either way...not for me. Not at all. Take Algebra for instance.In college I majored in journalism. This is not because I enjoyed writing, or really even reading for that matter. I didn't want to work for a paper. It wasn't even because a cute boy was a tripmom827http://www.blogger.com/profile/01459046548825685296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455421.post-6616784461723999732011-04-09T20:16:00.003-05:002011-04-09T20:43:16.221-05:00Talk about depressing...Today I did something that made me very sad. I'll give you three guesses what it was.No...no. It wasn't trying to pluck all of the gray hairs out of my head even though I just died it last week.Nopers. It was not trying on swim suits. Really good guess, though.No. It defintely was not listening to Dream On. Although, please, I never knew that song was so depressing. 'Everytime when I look tripmom827http://www.blogger.com/profile/01459046548825685296noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455421.post-42753711271382164812011-04-07T08:03:00.002-05:002011-04-07T08:31:35.548-05:00Wonder of Wonders...It's Maturation Day!WARNING: THIS BLOG POST HAS BEEN GIVEN A PG-13 RATING.BACKGROUND INFORMATION: In my state, children in public school get to take a 2 part sex-ed class in the 5th grade. Part One is the Maturation class, where they get to watch weird videos about puberty and body changes. Part Two, entitled "Wonder of Wonders" or "WOW", for short, talks about sexual reproduction. And, yes. It's really tripmom827http://www.blogger.com/profile/01459046548825685296noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455421.post-60355595005672717832011-04-01T17:18:00.003-05:002011-04-01T17:32:23.315-05:00Don't Hate Me Because I am BeautifulHayleigh loves to dress up. I love to oblige her. So, I spotted just the cutest.outfit.ever. at Crazy 8 and since I had a coupon (Did you hear that honey? I had a couponn!) I went for it. It was a cute little yellow sweater, a little denim skirt, the world's cutest tights with yellow suns on it, black patent leathers and a matching bow. Hayleigh couldn't wait to show off her new duds at "tripmom827http://www.blogger.com/profile/01459046548825685296noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455421.post-56950222240379980372011-03-27T12:24:00.002-05:002011-03-27T12:49:17.564-05:00Staches and StumesSo, lately it would seem like most of my weekends are spent with teenagers. One of the kids usually wants me to take them somewhere or another with their friends. And, here comes a deep confession (shhhh....just between me and you...don't tell anyone) ... I actually enjoy it. It's God's little surprise to me, really. I didn't think I would enjoy teenagers, especially middle schoolers. My owntripmom827http://www.blogger.com/profile/01459046548825685296noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455421.post-76449554309640687012009-05-18T12:07:00.002-05:002009-05-18T12:29:02.221-05:00Race DayThat's my dad and I getting ready for our big race. In some ways, it went better than expected. In some ways it went worse.There are lots of informational articles on runnersworld.com about race strategy and what to do or not do to your best on a race. If I had to sum them up, their tips would be:1) Don't overeat the night before. Eat a small breakfast about an hour before the race.2) Get atripmom827http://www.blogger.com/profile/01459046548825685296noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455421.post-83952569123263920132009-05-14T14:15:00.002-05:002009-05-14T14:35:38.621-05:00In Less than 72 hours...In less than 72 hours the race will be over. In less than 72 hours I will know the answer to the question "Can I really run a 10K?". I am not sure how will I do. I hurt a muscle around my hips when I did that 6 mile run last week. And, then after that while trying to compensate for that plan, I pulled a groin muscle. Frankly, I didn't even know ladies had groin muscles. So, last week's tripmom827http://www.blogger.com/profile/01459046548825685296noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455421.post-18387541610231213682009-05-03T19:41:00.003-05:002009-05-04T06:00:38.540-05:002 Weeks to GoTo be perfectly honest, a large part of me never thought I would make it this far. I mean, really. I am not the "athletic" type. Just ask the kids in grade school who picked me last for dodgeball, kickball, or any other ball game. Or the softball coach that put me in right field. Or the ski team that left me in the dust. Athletic stuff...just not me. I tried to get into running once maybe tripmom827http://www.blogger.com/profile/01459046548825685296noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455421.post-51501689382099185682009-04-26T06:17:00.002-05:002009-04-26T06:28:34.373-05:00FAIL!If you are on facebook and if you love flair, then I am sure you have seen the ones where someone messes something up and then written over the scene is the word "FAIL!". That's how yesterday was for me. Saturdays are usually my long runs. I was slated to do 8 miles of walking/running. I went in the morning prior to eating anything since that is how it will be the morning of the race. It wastripmom827http://www.blogger.com/profile/01459046548825685296noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455421.post-90028086899131786962009-04-21T15:12:00.003-05:002009-04-21T15:21:10.495-05:00Trusting the ProcessDo you want to know something I have recently discovered? As it turns out, I don't know everything about everything. Strange, huh?Last week in my running was what they call in the biz, a recovery week. That basically meant that I was not to try to run farther or faster than I had previously and none of my walking/running was longer than 4 miles. I wasn't so sure I liked the idea of a recoverytripmom827http://www.blogger.com/profile/01459046548825685296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455421.post-76174748242995244182009-04-12T17:49:00.002-05:002009-04-12T18:09:40.137-05:00Breaking the AddictionI love running on a treadmill.It sounds so funny coming from me. I mean really. I love my kids...absolutely! I love Rob...you betcha! I love Ben and Jerry's Cookie DOugh Dynamo, especially when it is allowed to sit at room temperature for just a few minutes so it is extra soft and creamy...uh, yeah! I love using ellipses...obviously! But...I love running on the treadmill...who knew?!?!?I thinktripmom827http://www.blogger.com/profile/01459046548825685296noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455421.post-24971672397405045932009-04-09T06:48:00.002-05:002009-04-09T07:03:37.021-05:0010K - Halfway thereSo, according to the Cleveland Marathon website as of a few seconds ago, I have 37days 23hours 9minutes and 40seconds until my 10K. Last time I wrote I was excited because I could run 5 minutes. I've made it a bit farther since then. On Tuesday, I was trying for 3 miles. Just like that 1 mile mark, 3 miles has been a bit elusive. I think with one mile there was such a mental block for me. tripmom827http://www.blogger.com/profile/01459046548825685296noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455421.post-6136295730167680112009-01-17T11:05:00.002-05:002009-01-17T11:16:28.844-05:00From Couch to 10 K - 4 months to goSo, I know i haven't been blogging. I'm unmotivated.4 months until the 10K. I haven't made as much progress as I would have liked. But, I am making progress. Today I had two good victories. One was that I went to the gym and I ran on a Saturday. Usually, I just do the elliptical on Saturdays because there are so many young, skinny people running on the treadmills, I was afraid I would feel tripmom827http://www.blogger.com/profile/01459046548825685296noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455421.post-66064840905382154422008-12-31T07:30:00.002-05:002008-12-31T07:40:57.741-05:00New Years EveSO, here's a conversation I had with Jonathan yesterday.J: "Mom...how late can we stay up tomorrow night?"M: "I don't know. 9:15?"J: "Mom! That's our normal bedtime."M: "Ok. How about 9:20?"J: "I was thinking at least midnight."UGH!! That means I have to stay up until midnight.I suppose it is you know, tradition to stay up until the New Year arrives. Usher it in, if you will. I just tripmom827http://www.blogger.com/profile/01459046548825685296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455421.post-32242096855479598382008-12-29T12:05:00.003-05:002008-12-29T12:12:52.907-05:00It's a Christmas Miracle!Our Christmas was nice. It wasn't exactly what I expected what with all the puking and my parents getting sick/iced in and not able to come. But, really? What ever is exactly what I expected? The kids enjoyed themselves. The adults enjoyed themselves. Presents were opened. Jesus was celebrated. Paper and toys and candy and clothing and crayons and food were strewn all over the place when tripmom827http://www.blogger.com/profile/01459046548825685296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455421.post-9566548671282163822008-12-23T11:40:00.002-05:002008-12-23T11:46:57.164-05:00Hayleigh's First HeartbreakRob and Trisha were in a play together over the weekend at a friend's church. The performance was Saturday so we went together to see it. Hayleigh was entertained for about 20 minutes, which I thought, all things considered, was really pretty good. But, she started to get fidgetly (as toddlers tend to do) so I took her out into the hallway to roam. Whilst (that's fancy Christmas-y language tripmom827http://www.blogger.com/profile/01459046548825685296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455421.post-70066085293431705032008-12-19T12:43:00.000-05:002008-12-19T12:46:19.805-05:00Reason #4057 Why My Husband RocksHe comes home from work. I say "Something smells like it died in the kitchen...probably the fridge". And, he takes care of it. He kills huge, hairy spiders, unclogs toilets, and gets rid of things that smell like death. And, that's reason #4057 why my husband rocks.AND, today is his birthday. He's 39. It seems so hard to believe. A hip, young thing such as myself married to such an old guytripmom827http://www.blogger.com/profile/01459046548825685296noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455421.post-64266723524796357692008-12-17T12:20:00.002-05:002008-12-17T12:27:22.430-05:00Top 10 things that came out of my mouth in 2008The clean version :)10) In order for an outfit to make you look fat, you actually have to be fat.9) 4.09 a gallon?!?!?!?!?!?! Seriously?!?!?!?!?!8) It will be fine. Just spray some Febreeze on it.7) Can we please pick our underwear up off of the floor?6) Please God give me strength.5) Can't we all just get along?4) Let's go ahead and get that out of your mouth.3) Hi I'm a volunteer fortripmom827http://www.blogger.com/profile/01459046548825685296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455421.post-84655102615856875772008-12-14T18:34:00.002-05:002008-12-14T18:47:35.733-05:00I try to be hip...I really do!I really do try to be up on things. It just never works out quite like I hoped for. Because, in the end, I have gray hair and I drive a minivan...no amount of hipness can possibly overcome those two things. However, I am not one to give up easily, so I decided that I would go on Facebook. I mean, really, what could possibly be more hip than that? It's been interesting, though.First of all, Itripmom827http://www.blogger.com/profile/01459046548825685296noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455421.post-74481454175152169742008-12-13T11:03:00.002-05:002008-12-13T11:14:26.396-05:00From couch to 10K in 5 monthsCan it be done? I don't know...but I am sure going to give it a try. My dad is turning 60 in 2009, so he was thinking he wanted to run a marathon to mark the occassion. It takes like 4-5 hours to run a marathon. The only thing I would like to do for more than 4 hours would be sleep. But, nonetheless, it is one of those things that some people like to check off their life "to do" list. Howtripmom827http://www.blogger.com/profile/01459046548825685296noreply@blogger.com0