A MEME because I am sick

yeah, there was supposed to a grand run tomorrow, a 15K, I was planning on it and I was very much looking forward to running the downhill course. Instead, I am nursing a cold. My throat glands are swollen, so much that when I turn it makes my neck hurt. My eyes are watery and I am sneezing non-stop. Last night's sleep was non-existent as I had to get up and use a kleenex every 5 minutes. I feel like I just ran a marathon yet I haven't done more than gone up the steps to fix my kiddos lunch. The worst is yet to come though, I can feel a stupid cough coming...which means there will be no running, cycling, or swimming for a few days. Did I mention the kiddos are sick too...yeah, fun times at the PurlingSprite's residence. 

But to entertain you from my boring, sick, non-active lifestyle, here is a fun MEME that I found through Karen's blog.

1. Where was I 10 years go.
I was a Junior at Baruch College in NYC.

2. 5 things on today’s to-do list
Clean my nose

Go and get some Nyquil

Drink the Nyquil

Put a movie on


3.Snacks I enjoy.

I am not much of a snacker. I usually just have full meals but if I have to eat something is the following: chips and salsa (homemade if possible). Rice pudding.

4. Things I would do if I were a billionaire.

Buy my Mom a house near me and put enough money aside for her not to work anymore. Pay off our house and cars so hubby can just play. Buy a new bike (Pinarello Prince here I come). Donate  a hefty amount to the Lance Armstrong foundation.


5. Places I have lived.

Mexico, NY, Utah.

Although I used to say that NY was the best town to live in, I am starting to believe that Cache Valley Utah is the best place on earth.

6. Jobs I have had.

Receptionist, Marketing intern, Executive Secretary, WebDesigner, Mom, Wife

7. Who would I like to know more about.

If you are having a dull day and need something to blog about, feel free to snag the questions.

What's your personality?

As seen over at the cool kid blog...had to take the test and see what the "experts" think about me. I dunno...Sorka, what do you think? Dlandra....do you think it is accurate? I guess my kids think I am bossy and some of my so-called friends think I am bossy and say the wrong things.  As far as careers go, Hubby said that he could see me as a psychologist...a little nutty and a little weird. But the whole thing of being a "Giver" I dunno.

You Are An ENFJ
The Giver

You strive to maintain harmony in relationships, and usually succeed.
Articulate and enthusiastic, you are good at making personal connections.
Sometimes you idealize relationships too much - and end up being let down.
You find the most energy and comfort in social situations ... where you shine.

In love, you are very protective and supporting.
However, you do need to "feel special" - and it's quite easy for you to get jealous.

At work, you are a natural leader. You can help people discover their greatest potential.
You would make a good writer, human resources director, or psychologist.

How you see yourself: Trusting, idealistic, and expressive

When other people don't get you, they see you as: Bossy, inappropriate, and loud

Ooops, is our anniversary!


Hubby and I almost missed our anniversary! We didn't forget, we just had the days wrong. We thought our anniversary was on Tuesday (today) but in reality it was yesterday. We realized our mistake Sunday night so we were both a little bit unprepared. For our anniversary, I got to go to work with my hubby--I love being at the shop with him, seeing him work "he is in the zone" when he is there. I work on the computer and he comes every now and then and gives me a little kiss.

7 years together...they have been really grand! Last night we dropped the kiddos off with our neighbor while we went to grab something to eat. We are so laid back and comfortable to go wherever that we ended up going to a gyro joint--frequented mainly by college students (we are a college town). We are there and I just had to laugh, most couples go to a fancy place, dress up all cute and there we are in our grubby jeans having gyros and yet as happy as ever.

We talked a bit about the past 7 years and how they have been so good to us and how we look forward to the years to come. Chatted about how the children have enriched our lives and made it so much better...worthwhile. I love being their Mom and I love the fact that I have a supportive husband who wants to be an active part of their lives. As a child, my hubby was asked what he wanted to be when he grew up. His constant answer was simple: a Dad. He is a wonderful Dad and I am here to say a darn great husband.

Happy Anniversary sweetheart. Thanks for making the past seven years sizzle!

Picture: it is a few years old, little Benny hadn't been born yet...there is little Wonderboy, he is soooo cute!

Biopsy Results are In


My dear friends...if you heard a great sigh of relief all the way where you are, it was me. Playing the different scenarios in my over active head was killing me little by little.

Lou, my dear friend and doctor called me the minute the test results hit her desk...about 10 minutes ago.

Although my results are negative, the type of tissue I have there (I will have to ask Louise for the correct term) increases the risk of me having breast cancer in the future. Although I am only in my 30s, Lou recommended yearly mammograms (and probably ultrasounds) to keep track of the lump. Of course, the best way is for me to keep track of it by doing monthly self exams and recording any changes.

Friends, your support, prayers, emails, and words of comfort have kept me afloat these past few days. Thank you...thank you.

Biopsy Done

Thank you all for your great and wonderful wishes. The biopsy went well this morning. It definitely wasn't what I expected and I am grateful Sam was able to come with me.

The aide first talks you through what is going to happen, which involves cleaning the breast in question, numbing it by inserting the anesthetic stuff with a needle, then guided with the ultrasound machine the doctor inserts a bigger "needle" to extract a sample. It sounds pretty easy and not much of a problem....doesn't it?

The washing went well. The local anesthetic wasn't so bad...a little prick, then a burning sensation. I counted all the way to 25 while he was inserting the anesthetic all the while imagining me swimming and doing flip turns. Think happy thoughts...go to your special place. Then the unexpected...the biopsy needle...hunking big needle! An opening needs to be made with a little knife so it can go in. (Think happy thoughts. Crap, I have gone through child birth I can handle this.) I feel the trickling of either the cleaning stuff or blood and I start shaking...hot and cold all through my body. Then the huge a$$ needle comes in. I felt like a freaking turkey being stuffed with the gravy baster. Sample one...get the gravy baster in, move it around and around and around...click, sample one taken...hurts. Doctor hits a blood vessel and blood just bursts out. Applies pressure...lots of pressure to stop the bleeding. So I am already sore from the poking and then add some pressure to my poor b00b and I am almost in tears.

Sample two...insert the biopsy needle again, move it around and around and around, count to three there it comes...click...hurts. Do you really need another one? The first one is not so good so a third sample would be good. Insert the "baster" this time at a different angle, this angle though didn't get much anesthetic so pain shoots through. Aaack! I tell the Doc so he decides that two samples are more than enough.

They show them to me and they look like little worms...white little worms.

Dressing was almost an impossible task for me. I can't handle blood at all. As the aide sent me to the bathroom to dress, I opened the door and there is a mirror, I look in the mirror and there I am with the front of my gown soaked with blood....my blood. I feel getting hot and cold from head to toe. I look around and everything just starts spinning. I feel weaker than I did the day I biked 78 miles. My legs start giving way and I flop down on the little bench in the bathroom. I breathe in and out...count to 10....imagine being back at home with the kids and I gain enough energy to get up open the door and call for Sam. Poor guy dresses me while I shake and babble about how I feel. I am such a wooz!!! Wooz!

Results will come next week sometime...in the mean time, I can sit down and hold my b00b and try to make it feel better. It feels like a truck tire went over it.

Again, thank you my dear friends for being there with me and for me. I appreciate your love and thoughts. Just a little while longer and we will know the results...the waiting is the worst part of it all.

Mammogram, now biopsy

Well....there are good news and bad news.

Good news: mammograms do not hurt...at all...and I am a busty lady and the squishing didn't hurt one little bit. The staff is caring and thoughtful.

The bad news: they found something, as I suspected. The ultrasound revealed a 1 inch diameter nodule and the radiologist scheduled me for a biopsy.

I am going in an hour for the biopsy.

It is a scary thought. My most sensitive area will be poked. At this point, I don't care much about the poking...I just hope that whatever they find will be nothing.

In other news...I started a blog to document my workouts. Come on over to Chubbette to read all about it :). (Yes....I am trying to keep my mind away from my b00bs and its troubles).

La La La Wednesday

I am taking a page from the Dervish grrl and following suit with La La La Wednesday.Hope

I never saw a wild thing
sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself.

Self Pity by D.H. Lawrence

It has been a tough few days and I am feeling a bit blue, more like down right sad. I keep saying to myself: chin up and remember the poem.

A few weeks ago, I did a little self-exam and I found something that I didn't have before. It is small, almost unnoticeable. I have been doing these exams for many years and I know how they feel and what they have and what they do not. This new lumpy as I have come to call it is new. I went to my doctor, who happens to be one of my closest friends, she did an exam and she gave me great hope. However, to be 100% sure, I am scheduled for my first diagnostic mammogram in a week. I have always been a worry-wart and I just can't stop thinking of the "big ifs". One thing at least, if it is what I fear, we have caught it early. Maybe it is just muscle that is "reshaping" due to my exercising. I have in one word: fear. If I think about it too much I end up crying and squeezing my kids and hubby. Chin up kiddo! It may be nothing...

The chubby fight

Before I begin, I would like to add that today's post is not meant to get anyone's sympathy or anyting of the like, I am doing it for me as a way to encourage me in the days to come and hopefully to encourage others that are in the chub fight.

As many of you know, I have been diligently working on getting the fat level in my body down. Although, I have been tempted by all the commercials that promise a "quick" fix (New Year's seems to quadruple the number of this type of commercials). I have stuck to my guns and instead of choosing the easy way out, I have taken the "road less traveled". I started running last summer and tried to go out at least 3 times a week and hit the pavement. However, when Fall arrived and Winter the next day (it appears to be like that here in Utah), my plans for getting in shape got a bit thwarted by mother nature. I had a membership to the local gym but due to my inability to drive myself around, I couldn't attend regularly. Once I passed my driving test in October, my way was opened. A door to "freedom" to get to wherever I needed whenever I needed.

It has been about five months since I got my driving license and during those five months, I have gone out very little. I don't venture to too many places, but three times a week, my little zoomer goes out at 5am and we head to the gym. First, I started taking a spinning class and then I decided to start running too so I run about 3-4 miles each time, then a month ago I decided that lifting weights will make my arms look a little more than just spaghetti noodles so I started lifting. Five months later and I feel like a new woman. I am not a size 2 (probably will never be again) but I feel strong. I can run 5 miles and survive. Heck, I can run 4 miles, spin for 1hr, and then lift for 30 minutes and then swim and not die. I feel strong. Capable. Secure.

Despite my diligence in working out, my "weight" hasn't gone down. I weigh the same as I did before I started exercising and sometimes this makes me feel depressed (and downright ornery) but I have to keep reminding me that it wasn't weight that I went in to lose--it was fat! But how do you really measure the change if the scale is not showing it? The scale can be deceiving...and at times it can be our very own worst enemy. I have opted for another method to track my changes...since the scale is not helping me. I have decided to measure certain areas and keep track of those.

I am exposing my most personal and sensitive area of my life but I hope that this will encourage me and those of you who are fighting the chub

Measurements Record

Measurements in Summer 2007

  • Natural waist (mine is about 1-1/2 inches above belly button): 33 inches
  • Waist by belly button: 37
  • Hip: 39 inches
  • Lovehandle area: 38.5 inches
  • Leg (I measure about 7 inches from my knee): 19-1/2 inches
  • Calf: 14 inches

Measurements in November 2007 (after exercising for little over a month at the gym).

  • Natural waist: 32 inches
  • Waist by belly button: 36
  • Hip: 38-1/2 inches
  • Lovehandle area: 37-1/2 inches
  • Leg: 19-1/2 inches
  • Calf: 13-3/4 inches
  • Upper Rib cage: 34 inches

Measurements in February 2008

  • Natural waist: 30-1/2 inches
  • Waist by belly button: 33
  • Hip: 37-3/4 inches
  • Lovehandle area: 37
  • Leg: 20-3/4 inches
  • Calf: 13-1/4
  • Upper Rib cage: 31-1/2

Anappel_3 Now the biggest change that I saw was going from a 34DD down to a 34C (and these are getting big so I may have to go down to my pre-baby 34B!). Clothes wise: I have gone down 2 sizes in pants and 1 size down in shirts.

My body type has a lot to do with the way I lose weight: I am one of those people who have very skinny legs (no shape to them at all), skinny, wimpy arms, no butt (none at all) and a big fat torso. When I gain weight, it goes first to my face (big chubby cheeks and second chin), then my b00bs, then my pansa (belly). You know there is pear shaped bodies, well, I am an apple with little sticks sticking out the bottom and the sides for legs and arms respectively.

Overall, I am extremely happy with the changes in my body. Some areas have gotten smaller,biggest changes in my waist and b00bs, and some have gotten a little bigger, my legs-expected from the running and biking. Some areas are a little more muscular, my calves, legs and arms. The change is slow and I have worked very hard to get them but with each step (when I run) with each turn of the wheel (when I spin), I think to myself that I am making my body stronger. 

I will keep going with my chub fight, I will report again in the months to come. In the meantime, keep on sweating the chub away!

Silent Poetry Reading

Many times I have looked at this poem and found a different way in which my life reflects it. It is a commonly known poem, the first time I read it, I was riding the NY subway and I burned it in my memory from that day. Life was hard then and I wanted a way out....this poem was the beginning of my opening my wings.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I...
I took the one less traveled by
And that has made all the difference

By: Robert Frost

This entry is for the Third (silent) Poetry Reading

Mayan Chocolate

The flavor was explosive! Rich, creamy chocolate with a hint of cinnammon. I believe that I can seriously sit down with the pint and eat it all by myself in one sitting. I was never a big ice cream fan, however, Mayan Chocolate is changing my heart. Yesterday, as a reward for exercising non-stop for 2 months, I picked up a pint of Haagen-Dazs Mayan Chocolate.  The chocolate tastes a lot like dark chocolate which I love, not too sweet, not too bitter, just right and the cinammon just sends a nice trigger to my senses, plus its soooooooo creamy. Yummmy!


I may add the warm ginger bananas recipe to the holiday's menu. If you need me, I'll be in the kitchen sneaking a few spoonfuls of this yummy.  (Now you see why I have to run so much, lol, if I stopped eating so much I could probably save myself from running a few hundred miles!)

Oh...before I forget, my loomy friends, hop on over to Jenny's blog and check out her cute Turtle and LadyBug patterns!

Bring it on 2008!

The days have passed fairly fast for the past two weeks. My Mum is here visiting and hubby and I are getting some personal time together that we haven't been able to get for about 5 years. The kids are pestering uncle Edi and Grandma is spoiling them rotten.

2007 was a great year, a year that I didn't imagine or planned. I am not much for setting long term goals. I go with the flow and whatever wave comes along I'll ride it. In 2007, I got a few chances that according to some people only come once in a lifetime. Although, career-wise they seemed fabulous, it stressed me so much that my family was suffering for it. I never planned a career around my hobby but it happened and now I am trying to pull out of it and it is difficult. You know the saying...when your hobby becomes your job, the hobby ends up being fun. I have reached that point. So this brings us to: lifestyle change number 1 and 2.

1. In 2008, I am going to follow the advice of a few friends. Learn to say NO.

KiddosI want to focus more on my children, on me, on my relationship with hubby. I want to be able to laugh every afternoon with my children. To go out to a soccer game and not worry about the looming deadlines. I want to get down on the floor and tickle my little ones until they pee their pants. I want to take a weekend off and simply cook, and cuddle the ones around me.

2. In 2008, spend more quality and quantity time with my family. Just the 4 of us, no work, no looming/looms.

Also, I want to focus more time on me. In 2007, I discovered how much I enjoy exercising. I find that running 3 miles makes me smile and my body tingles. The tingles are so rejuvenating that I end up going to a spinning class right afterwards. I am not thin by any means, but I am feeling so much better about myself, and my children see me go and exercise and they want to do it too. My lifestyle change is changing theirs...in a good way! My son wants to grow up and run marathons, my little girl wants to ride 100 miles on her little trike! With this, lifestyle change number 3 rolls in.

Biking 3. In 2008 and on, I want to be able to focus more on being active. I want to go mountain biking for the first time (need a mountain bike for this). I want to run a half marathon. I will do at least two triathlons and not be dead last. I will bike a century in preparation for Lotoja in 2010. I will continue putting 15+ running miles on my sneakers every week. It is not about losing weight anymore. It is about a lifestyle change (although, if I shed a few pounds, it would be quite nice).

Dl 2007 brought some wonderful new adventures my way: my road bike and thus new friendships--whom I have to say I love! Some of my new friends have become like my sisters. Another great adventure has been my driving license. I am now able to go out and be independent. I have yet to visit a yarn store though, but I have visited the sports store many a time :). And my driving has provided a way for me to get to the gym.

Knitting wise (with needles), I don't have goals for it. It is my only true hobby. I love it and I enjoy it and I want to keep it that way. Setting a goal in this arena will just stress me out and I don't want to feel stressed about it. My yarn will be in the stash for awhile and that is okay. If I see more yarn that I like, I will probably acquire it but not be pressured into knitting from it.

Looming: well, I'll ride the wave but doubt I will bring my board out onto the sea out of my own accord.

These are all the thoughts that I have in my head right now about my life and how I would like to change in this year.

May you all have a wonderful 2008. Let's focus ahead and ride the waves that come our way.

Getting to Know Me-Christmas Edition

A fun Christmas meme....Thank you Zarah for the idea :)

1. Wrapping paper or gift bags?  Wrapping paper. I love wrapping. I have toyed with the idea of getting a job at the mall wrapping presents...I love it!

2. Real or fake tree?  I like fake ones. They are good enough for me :).

3. When do you put up the tree?  When I have a chance to do it. This year, it just barely got done yesterday (Dec. 9th). I am not too strict about it, as long as I have it up for Christmas day, it is good for me.

4. When do you take the tree down? January 3rd or 4th.

5. Do you like eggnog?  Yeah...especially Rompepe, but I don't drink alcoholic drinks anymore so it is out...but it is sure yummy.

6. Favorite gift received as a child?  There are only two Christmas days that I remember as a child. On one of them I got a doll. On the other one, my sisters and I got a little set that included a little mop, a broom, and a bucket. I loved it! I remember helping my Mom "clean" the house. She had water all over her floor from the little mops. I guess what I loved about this memory is my sisters and I together.

7. Do you have a nativity scene?  I don't *yet*. I have hinted at hubby to get me one that I saw at Sam's club.
8. Hardest person to buy for?  My husband

9. Easiest person to buy for?  My daugther. 

10. Worst Christmas gift you ever got?  hmmm, can't recall one. I usually liked them all.   

11. Mail or email Christmas cards?  None. I don't really like them. They seem empty. However, I do like to receive a letter that tells me what you have been up to for the past year.

12. Favorite Christmas Movie?  It's a Beautiful Life

13. When do you start shopping for Christmas?  Around Dec 5th...do it all through Amazon.com ;). Hate the crowds so I just get stuff online.

14. Have you ever recycled a Christmas present?  Nope. 

15. Favorite thing to eat at Christmas?  Tamales 

16. Clear lights or colored on the tree?  Clear

17. Favorite Christmas song?  Holy Night

18. Travel at Christmas or stay home?  I like to stay home. However, if it gets me to NY, I will travel ;).

19. Can you name all of Santa’s reindeers? No.

20. Angel or a star on the tree top?  Neither. We have a little temple.

21. Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning?  Christmas Eve--strongly believe in it.

22. Where are your favorite places to shop?  Amazon.com

23. Most annoying thing about this time of year? The Christmas songs that come on the radio starting November. By the time Christmas comes, I am so sick of them that I don't want to hear them ever again. 

24. What I love most about Christmas?  It is a chance that my Mom may come to visit and that my kids can spend some time with her. 

Happy Thanksgiving!

ChildrenThis Thanksgiving, I am so very grateful for my family. They are the only thing that make my life worthwhile. They are the reason why I wake up every morning (no, it is not that they pull me out of bed by throwing a sippy cup at my head!). They are the reason I smile, the reason for me wanting to be a better me.

I love you kiddos...yep, hubby-you are my kiddo too :). You are my everything.

I am grateful that the seizure episode that little Nyny had at the beginning of the year has not repeated.

I am grateful that my Wonderboy is enjoying school and that he has found little friends and that he is accepted by his classmates.

But most of all, I am grateful that I am their Mom and that I have a wonderful hubby that helps me and is an active part of my children's life.

May you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving with the ones you love.


This list probably shouldn't make it here as I try to keep this a "happy place" but life sometimes sucks and well I am human and life is not really happy all the time! My work schedule is killing me...I need a vacation.

I have decided 2 months is not enough to write a book.
I am going crazy
I need a break
I have a cold
I have a migraine
I need to go and run 5 miles to make me feel better
I can't wait for Dec.24th
I have to agree with the Yarn Harlot: the process of writing a book is like S.E.X, the beginning and middle of it is not that fun, only the end.
I am so ready to give up on everything.
I must work on the A panel for the Baby Blanket.


One good thing that makes me smile today: my Nicki Fluevog boots that I found in my size (yep, Denise, I got them (I know, I could have bought food for an entire week with the price of the boots but at this point anything to bring me a little light)!). They run very small around the calf area and finally I was able to get some in a larger size and the calf area is big enough to put my chubby calf in. I saw these boots about a year ago (or two years ago) by following a link at Cynthia's blog. The moment I saw them I fell in love with them. My fluevog's...I love them....did I mention that I have a shoe-fetish? I like to collect shoes as well as yarn :). Well, at least I have a nice pair of boots to work in...back to the daily grind.

There is a light at the end of the tunnel...could it be the sun or a train coming right at me?

My Driver's License is Finally Here! Proof I am allowed to drive.

Dl_2 The waiting is over! My official Driver's License came in the mail. Check it! I am all official now and with my new magnet from ScoutsSwag my Zoomer is stylin'!

Fo my first official "freedom" trip, I got a babysitter, dropped the kidsNewdo off and off I went to get a little hairdo change. The freedom I felt was undescribable. Usually, the kids and hubby come to the hair salon with me--while I get a haircut hubby sits and waits and waits. This time around though, it felt so good to be there just on my own, concentrating just on me and not on what the kids may be getting into/breaking.

I came home a new woman! Revived, happy, and with 9 inches off!  Bouncy, bouncy! The "do" has layers that allow my hair to "flip" at the bottom...I feel a little flirtatious with this do.

What else am I doing with the freedom that driving gives me? I am waking up at 5:30am and hitting the gym! I am taking some spinning classes and after spinning I swim for about 30 minutes. Since I started running, I have dropped 12 lbs! Slowly but surely the poundage is coming off!

In knitting...well, can't show much, there has been lots of knitting but everything is for some book that is taking most of my sleep away. But, I do have this cute little baggy to show you that I knitted for KnitPicks. It is adorable! I wanted to keep it and Little NyNy wanted to keep it too.


Heart Attack in the Making

Lens This morning, I did a little favor to hubby. He had to drop off the Sequoia to get some wiring done to hook up the trailer to it and I had to go along with him to drive him back home.

Let me tell you, driving at 60mph at 9am in the morning is not my favorite cup of tea/coffee. I almost died from a heart attack! Note to new drivers: when you have to stop and you are driving this fast: be sure to push the brake really deep so you stop. It takes more leg power to stop when you are going 60 than when you are going 25.

And that my friends is the story of the day...maybe in a year or two, I'll be ready to drive down this fast lanes. But for now, I think I'll take an advil and pray all along the way.

The worst part of it all: I have to do it again this afternoon! Eeek, someone help me!

Picture: One of my presents, a toy for my camera: a macro lens! I can take close ups now of my knits

Happy 30th indeed!

Happy 30th!

A tale of a car, a DMV guy and a new driver: a road test memoir.

I got in the car, checked my mirrors, put my seat belt on and was about to turn the engine key when the DMV guy told me to hold on for a minute. He went through the list of things he was going to test me on and reminded me to check my blind spots and mirrors before doing any maneuvers. And that is where our story begins:

Getting out of the parking space alone is a test for me! Then, I had to make sure to stop before the sidewalk--just in case any pedestrian happen to be out at 9am for a morning stroll.

Him: please make a right hand turn.

We went up a hill and my little zoomer made it up just fine.

Him: "turn left at the next intersection".

Me (thoughts): "what in heck is an intersection--does it have to be a major road, or just any road?" back to reality "crap, there is a stop sign right there!" stopped just in the nick of time. Note to self: do not think while you are driving.

Him: "make a right at the next intersection"

Me (thoughts): gently stop and count to 3 before continuing on...drats, I am going 30 on a 25 let off the gas so the car slows down. School section coming up, better be extra careful. Oh wait...I know this area, we are driving to my house....my heart starts slowing down and I start feeling more at ease.

Him: "do you see that green mini-van up there, parallel park behind it"

Me (thoughts): why in heck would I want to do that when there is no cars behind it, I can just pull in...but must do what he says, no arguing with those in more power. I pull up about a foot from the mini-van, my bumper almost at the same level as the mini-van, put the car in reverse, crank the wheel to the right and then gently to the left, turn wheel a bit to the right...oh crap, hit the sidewalk! I am failing!

Him: "please back up straight"

Me (thoughts): oh crap, I can't back up straight! I am going to fail, I know it! Turn the car right, oh man, I hit the sidewalk again, turn it the other way...alright much better.

Him: "please pull out of the parking space when it is safe"

Me (thoughts): No problem there! Got out with flying colors.

Him: "please do a 2 point turn on the next driveway".

Me (thoughts). Which driveway, just pick any or did he mean the very first one. Crap I missed that driveway, shoot for the next one--wait this is my neighbors driveway, I better not run over her flowerbeds, she will kill me! (more confidently) I can do the 2 point turn, I do it all the time when I get out of my driveway. Yippee! Almost home free!

Him: "please do a U-turn"

Me (thoughts): cool--he wants me to take him for a spin :).

Him: "please do a downhill park".

Me: I pull in, park, let my front wheels touch the curb, put the car in park. He waits and I wait...a few seconds pass and then I put the car on drive and we continue.

Do a series of right hand turns, speed starts to change and we start moving away from my neighborhood, my heart starts pumping faster as the unknown approaches.

Him: "please, make a left-lane change"

Me (thoughts): here, going 40mph you want me to make a lane change, are you nuts! We don't need to make a lane change, there is nothing on that side, why would anyone want to make a lane change now?

Sigh deeply: I can do it, I can do it, I must do it! Blinker, check mirrors, blind spot check, do not let go off the gas, sigh deeply and change lanes. Whooa! What a rush.

Him: "very good, nicely done"

Me (thoughts): ooh, compliment. Definitely boosts up my confidence.

Him: "please, make a right-lane change"

Me (thoughts): what! You just made me change lanes, you crazy nut! Make up your mind. Did he say right? or left? Wait, I can't go left, I am already on the left. Must stop thinking! Blinker, check mirrors, blind spot check, do not let go off the gas, sigh and change lanes. Good we are still alive! Almost back to the DMV place. Traffic going faster, must keep up with traffic.

Him: "Please enter the parking lot and park safely".

Me (thoughts): oh man, I have to 90 degree park. Concentrate, I can do it, I have practiced this. Gently pull away from the parking space, closer to the opposite side, let the front of your car cover one of the lines, gently turn the wheel. Must park between the two lines. Put the car on park, turn the ignition off. And wait for judgement day.

Him: Well, so far you have been my best test today.

Me: Really, well, you know the day just started. Am I the first one to test today?

Him: No, I have tested two others. And you did very well. You have to practice all these things though:

  • Count to 3 after you have fully stopped when you reach a stop sign.
  • Backing up in a straight line, remember to turn your wheel the way you want your back end to turn
  • Lastly, remember to put the emergency brake when you park down or up hill.

Me: So did I fail then? How long do I have to wait to re-test?

Him: Nope, nope, you didn't fail. You passed!

Me: WHAT? Really, I thought I had to do all those things you just said. Really?

Him: Every new driver needs to practice certain things. Even drivers that have been driving for a long time have to keep on practicing certain things. You did pass and fairly well too.

Me: Thank you! Thank you! Did you know that today was my birthday and I thought I was going to remember it forever...not only because I turn 30 but because I was going to fail my test.

Him: Well--happy birthday to you. Let's go inside and get you your license.

Hubby and little Benny where inside waiting for me. Hubby met my eyes and I didn't smile...wanting to trick him, but then the excitement was too much and I smiled and he knew. My little Benny then says...Happy Birthday Mom. My day was shaping up greatly!

Overall, my day was a complete and happy day: my little boy gave me some beautiful roses, I was gifted a bit, I was taken out to eat to my favorite restaurant and had my favorite food and my family was there with me...even if they were jumping off the seat with excitement. Then came home and when I thought that the day was over, my hubby told me to go next door to my neighbor's house. At Nish's house, I was happily surprised by my road biking group of grls! Nish baked my favorite cake and we sat and chatted for a couple of hours. I couldn't have asked for a better birthday present from all my friends: a couple of hours of just "us" time to talk and bond. It was a happy birthday...if the day represents what my life will be in years to come: I am going to be a happy person, surrounded by family and friends who love me and remember me.

Thank you all for wishing me a happy birthday and for wishing me luck on my test! Thank you!

Picture: Top collage: little Benny, Wonderboy and I at the restaurant. Hubby was sitted opposite us and he has a bit of a cold and prefers not to have pictures taken when he has a cold, something to do with a rudolph nose. I just wanted some pictures of me...something to look at in 30 years from now.

Happy 30th to me!

For the past few months, I have been dreading this month. It is the big 3-0. A few of my close friends/neighbors turn 30 this year too and thus it is a constant topic among all of us. 

At one point, I was telling them that turning 30 wasn't that much exciting as I felt that I was half way dead. I mean, if I am lucky to live to the age of 60, it means that I am half way done with my life. And then, I started thinking of all the things that I still want to accomplish in life and my heart sank to the floor thinking of how little I have done. How my fear of trying things have kept me back from being adventurous. Although I may seem as an outgoing gal, I am more on the shy side and I tend to go for the "safe" side of things.

But I realized that I was looking at the glass as being half-empty. Then it hit me-- all the things that I have accomplished so far. Just the past two years has been full of new adventures, such as learning to knit with needles, learning to ride a bike, and now learning to drive! Most adults my age have been driving for at least 14 years and here I am just barely learning...shy to push the gas, overly anxious and being brake-happy, and overly cautious of going over the speed limit.

So today instead of celebrating how old I am geting, I am going to celebrate the accomplishments of my life so far and of future things to come!

Happy 30th to me!


Later today, I am going to take a test that will probably ruin the rest of my day: yep, you guessed it, I am taking my driving test on my birthday. It was the only opening they had available. Wish me luck. If anything, I just hope I don't crash.