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Seven Quick Takes- Friday is almost over edition!


Thanks, Jen for hosting!!
 
 
1. Keepin' it real
 
 
 
I love my couch. When we bought it (in the scratch and dent section of the store . . . there is a HUGE rip on the arm under that blanket) I fell in love with the big pillows and its red color.  After having it for 9 years, it is showing a lot of wear.  But, that does not bother me that much.  What bothers me is that it looks like this 90% of the time . . . 
 
Well, it is rare that the boys actually leave the blanket on the couch . . . that is usually on the floor too.  I guess the pillows are way too fun to play with.
 
 
 
I am not sure how it happened,but I lost another pound this week.  I know that that is not tons, but for not following the "Rules" two days this week and NO exercise, I will take it.  I am liking these rules!
 
3. No Exercise
 
After my disastrous run last week, I decided I need to stop all exercise and head to the Physical therapist.  I went twice this week.  I learned nothing new.  My hips are out of alignment causing all my problems and my muscles are as tight as can be.  But, my physical therapist seems great and has given me two sheets of stretches and exercises to do to let my muscles relax and strengthen others.  He even got my hopes up today by telling me he will probably have my try to run in two weeks!
 
4. New Schedule- in process
 
Remember last week how I mentioned, that I need to overhaul or schedule?  Well, we are still in process.  I did not have to get up so early this week because I was not working out.  But it did let me hit 6:30 AM mass.  The boys and I did not go to 8AM mass, but I have successfully gotten them up at least 1 hour earlier than normal.  Now, they are getting out of bed on their own much earlier.  I call that a win!
 
5. The affliction is contagious. 
 
Remember I mentioned that my four year old has an affliction and he can no longer take a normal picture.  Well, evidently it is contagious.
Check out my 9 year old who in directly in front of me.


 I better get our Christmas Card photo taken soon before we all start to look like "pirates."
 
6.  For those who may have missed it, I have an update on the Run for the Little Flowers Virtual 5K post. Please take a moment and go read it.
 
7.  And, for the next month, I will be ending each 7 Quick Takes with a cute Orphan photo from Little Flower Projects.  Have you donated/registered yet??
 

 
 
Have a great weekend everyone!

Comments

  1. Our couch looks like that more often than not, too! I love your family photo! That's real life!

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  2. Hi Katie,

    My living room never looks like I want it to either. Whatever can be moved gets moved.

    I laughed at your pirate comment.

    Sorry your running has taken a back seat, I know it's probably just as hard mentally as physically to not be out there. Time will heal. Oh and maybe an Epsom salt bath? I've heard that does wonders for tight muscles.

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    1. Tina- My 4 yr old calls that his "pirate face" and it is RARE that I can get a normal picture of him now!

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