Congratulate us... Paul and I licked and folded our way through about 600 fundraising thingies and mailed them off. So hooray... church volunteer junk is cleared off my plate for a month so I get a break before we have to get busy with other fundraising things.

The new school year starts August 1, and I start working at the preschool a few hours a week. I don't really like the split in time though. I get 7:30 AM - 9 AM ish, and then 4:30 -5:30 PM ish. I'm doing the morning slot to oblige until they find someone else. The previous morning shift person had something come up. If I'm going to add permanent hours, I'd rather tack them on around the time I originally agreed to -- the afternoon slot.

But the perk is that a new gym is being built about 5 min from preschool. So in October when I do the Hal Higdon schedule, I can take Julia to preschool, hit that gym, and come back and she doesn't have to go to gym daycare. (I dislike gym daycare very much, I rather have her in her AP-friendly preschool!) Right now I'm doing as much of the higdon schedule as I can fit liek at rail run. I have to get another car seat though because while MWF I can just do at home, I want to do TRS at the gym and I don't feel great about gym daycare. So I want to put a carseat in Paul's car and then have her come get her at preschool at take her home while I go on to gym after work.

Our church is going "green" -- so I'm pretty enthused about working on that project.

And my AP playgroup is trying to raise the money to go non-profit and hopefully have a building of it's own, and start a charter school. VERY enthusiastic about that and hoping we pull it off in time for Julia's elementary school years because to send her to Montessori or Waldorf or something around here is an arm and a leg in tuition!

Had a period recently. It was a 40 something days cycle. Not as nice as my 37 day one that came before it, but way better than my 60 day Glucophage ones. So hooray for a mostly organic, mostly vegan diet. I'm starting to chart so we'll see how TTC goes after Julia turns two. I'm def. getting a grip on the food thing...

Still getting a grip on the workout thing...

93 deg F. With the heat index? Feels like 105 def F.

Good grief!

Add that I'm sick from something I ate and I feel grrrooooossssss. :(

Fast update. Yesterday I helped move a 3 bedroom condo and now I'm all banged up and chafey because I forgot to use Body Glide. It was bloody hot!

Sunday can't come fast enough for me -- then this donations/fundraising bit comes to a bit of a chill. In the meanwhile... 300 envelopes still need labels.

Paul asked me if my behind was smaller today after groping me in passing. Heh.

I've got a lot of lower body changes going on -- smaller behind, slimmer legs showing muscle cuts. But my stomach... I swear it's collecting the fat that's leaving other places. I'm having skin issues too -- loose, baggy skin. In time I hope it firms up but at the moment -- yargh.

I had a slip on the vegan front today when I ate some of Paul's leftover pizza (cheese.) Shortly after eating it I had cramps and bloat so that wasn't esp. fun.

Busy week ahead with fundraising -- and a lot to do on the house yet.

Yargh. Separation anxiety -- Julia's doing that too, and it's the big reason why I have NOT taken her to gym daycare yet and just want to manage to get there at night on my own. It's bad enough at church nursery or even just leaving the room to get her shoes... if she's in that kind of a mood she wails and breaks out with "Mami! Mami! Mami!"

No advice -- just sympathy.

It's not as violent as when she was first born, but when I hear the sound of my kid crying out for me, my milk lets down, and I feel enraged. Like... "Ok! Who is messing with my kid?! I'm going to kill!" Logically I can think, "Oh, she just fell over" or "Oh, she just is mad she can't open that" or similar. I can see with my own eyes that she's fine. Yet my gut reacts with a violence I'm still not quite used to.

Just got back into the house -- bloody hot out there. But I got 4 lawn trash bags done and I'm taking a break before I scrub down the house on the inside. No more outdoor chores for me today. It's still mornign and feels like 95 deg!

Today is produce delivery, so I want to cook ahead for the week as well.

Dad asked me yesterday if I was losing weight. I said "Yep" and then he went beserk trying to figure out how much. Pestering me and when I refused to divulge that information he tried to get Paul to tell him but Paul doesn't know.

I have no idea why Dad gets obsessed this way but there you go. He's my one relative who turns into the Diet Police. I'm sure everyone else who is trying to lose weight and get fitter has that one relative somewhere in the family tree. Annoying.

Amy -- you rock! WTG on the walks! Sorry the feet hurt, but funny you mention Panera soup and salad. Guess what my dinner was last night?

I'd gone to B&N last night to meet up a new friend for chit chat and Paul and I decided to dine next door at Panera before I was supposed to meet her.

Tonight? Get the kid to sleep, plunk in John Water's A Dirty Shame, and spend some time on the couch with Paul thinking about NOTHING.

I'm getting good at juggling baby care plus one thing, but making the leap from juggling baby care plus MANY things... that's a challenge. Baby, house, church, playgroup, half marathon, and soon... PT job.

But I'm close to wrapping up my fundraising obligations for church. 1000 envelopes down, 1000 to go. Fielded a lot of calls about event planning today, went to my old neighbor's house, making arrangements. She generously is donating all the contents of her summer house for the church charity auction! She sold the house and doesn't want anything that is in itso she's giving it to me for the auction and I have to figure how to move a house's contents and store it til the date. Next week. Ack.

It dawns on me that even though I really don't want to take this on as a career path, being an event coordinator has its interesting side.

Been working a bit for the playgroup too -- our founder wants to take it to non-profit eventually so that's another worthwhile thing I'm doing... but it's another time drain.

Anyway, once these last envelopes leave I can call it sort of done because then I'm not needed again until the auction is here and I have to go help the decorating committee. That I don't mind much because I'm not chairing that commitee like I am donations. I don't have to do anything "responsible."

I just have to show up with helping hands the day before and let someone boss me around and tell me what to do. Then I go to the event. And then show up the day after to take everything down. Piece of cake.