Not bitter (seriously!!)

Okay, how perfect is that picture? So, apparently some people (cough-cough-younger-brother-Joe-cough-cough) feel that I should feel upset that my sister is younger than me but is getting married first. I think he is hoping for something ridiculous that would parallel the story-line to Taming of the Shrew. I hate to burst anyone's bubble, but I don't feel bitter at all. First of all, she is not that much younger than me. There are about four years between us. Statistically speaking, it's inevitable. Jenny (oh, and she is only going by Jennifer these days, but I CAN NOT call her that) has always dated a lot. I never have. Jenny lives in a Mormon mecca of dating, courtship and marriage with plenty of opportunity to date. I live in a much cooler east coast town where local society doesn't put intense pressure on me to define myself worth by my marital status. (whoa, I did almost veer into bitter rant territory... focus...) So since she is more inclined to date and has a mind boggling amount of people available for dating, it doesn't surprise me that she is getting married first. If anything, a part of me feels relieved. Growing up I was always referred to as "the test child". This time, she can be the "Wedding Test Child". But more importantly, I adore her and I really like Drew and I am terrifically excited and happy for them and would never want to turn any part of her wedding into something that I could complain about. So there haters.

A few Friday randoms: * Poor Isaac plays with his shadow and calls it "my brudder". It reminds me of Anne of Green Gables when she talks about the little girl in the glass bookshelf being her only friend. When he was younger, he used to insist that my younger brother Joe was his brother. It was a sad day when he put it all together ("Mom, I need a real brudder, not just Joe". * Undomesticity has reached an all time high. I have run out of room to store the dirty laundry, so I am finally doing it. I keep telling myself to do a little at a time so it doesn't build up, but I never listen. Then I can barely open my closet door and poor Isaac is wearing knee high soccer socks to school... This is too funny -----> Enjoy your weekend all. I know I will... =)

This actually melts my dog hating heart

I'll have to try to remember to watch a week from today.

Not Me Monday

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week. I did NOT send Isaac to school in shorts and a t-shirt today. It's really as warm as I thought it would be. Now I'm that mom being judged by all the teachers... I was NOT asked by the school librarian today (an older guy who is right on the borderline of hilarious and pervy) if I had just woken up due to the extreme unruliness of my hair. Yeah, I need a haircut. I get it. I do NOT regularly get e-mails from AARP. I'm only 28. What the heck?!?! I did NOT forget all about an IEP meeting tomorrow. I did NOT have to stay at work till nearly 7:00 to finish everything I need to do to get ready. I did NOT finish off most of the leftover cheesecake in the faculty fridge after school and then stop by McDonald's for dinner. I am NOT laying in bed watching Intervention instead of working out as the cheesecake and fries settle themselves on my hips and thighs.

Yay!!

After possibly the longest courtship in the history of two BYU students (I kid! I kid!) Drew and Jenny finally made it official and are engaged!

She called tonight and let me blather on forever about what I had for dinner and Isaac's soccer before she told me.

I'm so thrilled and happy for them. Apparently vacationing with our family for a week last summer was not enough to deter Drew from deciding to join it. They are thinking August for the wedding which gives me one more exciting thing to look forward to this summer.

(She asked me not to post about it on facebook, but I figure it is okay to post about it here.)

I'm so excited!

My name is Lisa and I am not an Eagles fan...

Blah. So I had another e-harmony date yesterday. I was a little nervous. PDH e-mailed and chatted online several times a day for nearly a month before we met up in person, so I felt like I already knew him pretty well. Tech Guy (TG) and I had e-mailed twice and texted a little bit. We agreed to meet up for a quick dinner around 4:00 with the understanding that he was meeting friends at 6:30 to go to Atlantic City. (Definite ending times for dates are critical in these situations). The date itself was fine. He was a nice guy and looked like he did in his pictures (cute). I would go out again if he asked. But if he didn't ask, that would be fine too. But this blog isn't intended to be a report on the date. It is just to ponder the question of where do I find a guy who isn't totally obsessed with sports? PDH was obsessed and I mean obsessed with football (college and NFL) and hockey. He kept up with multiple fantasy leagues, drove up to State College often for football games, etc. As silly as it sounds, it did kind of put a strain on our relationship, because it was something he was so passionate about and something I have absolutely no interest in at all, and very little tolerance for. For him, certain games were critical life changing events, which was something I really couldn't understand or relate to. As a gag, this was one of the Christmas presents he got me: And sports were a prominent discussion point in my date with TG. We had originally talked about meeting for lunch, but Isaac's soccer game was scheduled for lunch time, so that is how we ended up with an early dinner. He was like "So what other sports does your son do?" Me: Just soccer. TG: Really? Me: Yeah, spring and fall. TG: Really? He doesn't do baseball or anything? Me: No, not right now. Just soccer. He's only five. TG: Oh, that's kind of weird. Me: Well, his dad is really into soccer and wants him to play. And he loves it. But if he ever asked to play another sport, I would sign him up. (I decide to not mention his brief endeavor into the world of gymnastics, something told me it might not be well recieved) Later... TG: So have you grown up in this area your whole life? Me: Yeah, pretty much. TG: So you a Phillies fan? Me: (racking brain, vaguely recall something about Phillies recently winning the World Series): uh... not really? TG: What?! I then realize he thinks I would rather root for another team than the Phillies.... I try to politely explain to him that I just don't care about any baseball team. At all. TG: So you would never go to a baseball game? Me: Well... I have... But I could name about twenty other things I would rather do than go to a baseball game. TG: What about the Flyers? You a Flyers fan? Me: Uh... Well... I mean... I would rather go to a hockey game than a baseball game. TG: Have you ever been to a Flyers game? Me: Yes! I don't mind watching Hockey. And when I was in Pittsburgh I went to a few Pens games. We got a student discount. TG: Do you like football? Me: No... TG: Have you ever been to an Eagles game? Me: No. And I can see my stock plummeting as he realizes I will never be the girl sitting next to him cheering on the Eagles or passionately following Phillies games. Why do I keep getting paired up with these sports fanatics? How can I get matched, with, like a hipster who isn't going to be horrified that I don't understand a thing about football? How important is it that you share interests like sports with your significant other? Does it have to be a dealbreaker (like PDH)? Is there room for compromise (I'm thinking of my college boyfriend and I who would literally have two tvs next to each other in his living room, one playing baseball and one playing Trading Spaces)? Feel free to comment.

It's not fair

How come you can eat a cheeseburger and immediately grow a food baby and feel fatter and disgusting, but you can excercise and excercise and excercise and eat tons of salads and vegetables and still feel like you are struggling to buckle up your jeans? I know I need to be more patient and keep fighting the good fight... These things don't happen overnight... I'm trying hard, but it's discouraging. I was never a heavy girl growing up, and I hate that since my pregnancy five(!!!) years ago I look in the mirror and literally don't recognize the person I see staring back at me. I have much more to write on this subject, including some new fitness equipment purchases and the report on adult gymnastics... I'm so tired though I will end it here.