Wednesday, August 31, 2011


So, most of you Cyber Bears know (either because I've mentioned it here or because you see me sweating it out at the gym) I've been working out with a trainer for about...meh...let's call it 7 months now. It's an expense that, for a one income family on a budget, I know sounds extravagant. Don't think me extravagant. I got a "deal" and I pinch and scrimp other places.


Well, several reasons. One, I was noticing that just running wasn't cutting it for me anymore. I was running more miles and still not burning calories like I wanted. Two, I knew that in order to improve my running, I needed to put some effort in on strength training and, um, I didn't know a thing about strength training. And three, I needed a little spark put back in my workout romance...metaphorically speaking.

So, I got a trainer and couldn't move for literally 3 months. Apparently, my muscles had been in hibernation for about..oh...26 years. It was painful with a capital P. There were days that the first step out of the bed brought me to my knees. I was shocked that my legs could ever be sore considering all the marathons I run. Ha. What did I know. Apparently running marathons uses only about 10% of the eight billion muscles you have in your legs (oh, and derriere!).

And I am paying for this, Cyber Bears.

But I finally started feeling really good. Stronger. More confident. It's been perfect for me, the bear who has some serious body image issues. I L.O.V.E. working out with a trainer. I haven't lost any weight but the good news is, since I feel so good, I'm not as concerned about the scale.

But that totally isn't my story...That was back story. Sorry.

So, I work out together with a bear friend who is also a runner. Wait, no. SHE is a runner. I'm a recreational jogger. SHE has qualified for The Boston Marathon. I've qualified to watch it. SHE is a rock star. I'm a groupie. It's great working out with her because she pushes me to do my best while I make her look good (and laugh). Quid pro quo, baby.

Anyhoo.....the point of my story...

So today we are working out - doing a series that involved sit ups. (Which, by the way, I'm bad at. I've tried to explain to the trainer that I was born without abdominal muscles, but he doesn't seem to believe me.) Suddenly, this lady shows up at our feet and starts talking to us.

It goes something like this:

Lady: {Looking at both of us} Y'all look SO great!

Us: Why, thanks!

Lady: Seriously! I've been watching y'all since you started working out with this trainer. And y'all look great. {Looking at my training partner} Well, you already looked great. {Now looking DIRECTLY AT ME} but you, well, you really look so much better!


I tried to take it as a compliment. I really did. Which lasted a total of about 4.5 seconds. And then I took my sniffly, trying-not-to-cry, totally offended self to the bathroom tout de suite for a little "refreshing."

I'm over it now. But in the moment? Yeah. Not so much. I know she meant well. But, well, sometimes it's just better to think things versus actually saying them out loud.

Don't you think?

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Topsy Turvy

Who knew that upending this:

Would upend me?

I'll be honest, Cyber Bears. This one caught me off guard. (And we all know how much I love being unprepared...)

Struggling today to get my arms around no longer having a cub in a crib:

Now, I'm sure that soon enough the first three-year-old-fit of the day will turn me right side up.

But, until then I might just be a little topsy turvy.


Tuesday, August 23, 2011

It's my (birthday) party...

And I'll (t)ry if I want to:

(t)ry if I want to:

You would (t)ry too if this happened to you...

Happy 3rd Birthday Sugar Bear!

Little did I know 3 years ago today, while I was enjoying a fabulous cup of coffee on a very quiet morning, that you would change my day forever. I remember it like it was yesterday!

You bring joy, vitality, and tons of spunk to our den. We love you dearly and are so grateful that God chose to bless us with you. We can already tell that three is going to be a year full of challenges and growth with you. You are likely to continue to surprise us often and charm us with your precious eyes and smile.

Looking forward to it all.


Mama Bear, Papa Bear & Brother Bear

Monday, August 22, 2011


Today I sent Brother Bear off to 2nd grade. Seems like just yesterday I wrote this post and this one too...


Time sure does fly!

Want to know the difference between a Kindergarten Bear Cub and a Second Grade Bear Cub?

A kindergarten bear cub lets you join him on the walk into class and doesn't blink as you take one zillion and one pictures.

A second grade bear cub has this conversation as you drive up to the school:

Brother Bear: Mama Bear, why are you parking the car?

Mama Bear: Uh, because I'm going in with you?

Brother Bear: You're walking in with me???

Sniff. Sniff. Sniff.

I want my kindergarten bear cub back...

Wednesday, August 17, 2011


Today, I'm talking about transition and one of my favorite poems. You might like what you read (98 and 3/4 percent guaranteed). Click here to read more.


While the Swagger Wagon is in the repair shop, I have a pretty pimped out (albeit, temporary) ride:
Brother Bear thinks it's the ultimate in coolness. I, on the other hand, am too overwhelmed by the smell of men's cologne (that was apparently POURED in the back seat) to think whether I like my undercover cop car rental car. I'm pretty certain that Brother Bear is praying the Swagger Wagon isn't fixed by the first day of school so he can arrive in the carpool line in style.

Due overwhelming stress of my car being violated in such a horrific manner, I've been forced into intensive therapy. I'm currently attending sessions daily. It's a unique form of therapy created by a pioneer in the field, Betty Crocker.

It's working wonders, as you can see. This sessions was S'mores Brownies. It was life changing. I really think I broke through some tough barriers. Evidenced by my falling into a sugar coma serious nap after said session. (Note unique placement of S'more Brownie next to measuring scale. Rest assured, no brownies were weighed-in during this session)

On a completely unrelated note, I cannot fit into any of my clothing.


My therapy assistant:

I think I can overcome just about anything with that smile.

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Theft Deterrent System

I'm trying out a new Theft Deterrent System in the Swagger Wagon.
Whadda ya think?

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Lemonade Punch

"When life gives you lemons, make lemonade" - Dale Carnegie

So the Swagger Wagon was broken into yesterday.

I know.

Before we go throwin' a lot of stones we must first, stop, turn around, and then HIT ME ON THE HEAD WITH THE STONES! Because I, now known as "THE MORON," left my purse in the car.

I know.

"But, officer bear, I was late for my training appointment and my 3 year old bear cub was throwing a gigantic fit...and I just...FORGOT!" Yes, those are the words I said. I then might possibly have said, "Please save the lecture. Because we all know my parent bears are going to give it to me as well."

I know.

But this post isn't about my busted window and jimmied lock, or my stolen purse, or wallet, or credit card, or debit card, or drivers license, or zoo membership card, or gift card to favorite restaurant, or - egads - my frequent eater card to favorite restaurant (sob). Because all those things are replaceable. My cubs? Not so much. And me and mine are safe tonight (a lil' sweaty from the open air ride, but SAFE).

I know.

No, this post is about lemonade. Or, making some. Or, something like that.

See, today, I learned that you can stew about something and get all grumpy and such, OR, you can just take it as one of life's lessons and move along your merry way. I'm opting for the latter.

I know.

So, please enjoy a few sips of lemonade with me.

As I was sitting in the gym lobby, totally flustered, trying to deal with gym personnel, Papa Bear on the phone, and Sugar Bear bouncing off the walls of the lobby, Sugar Bear asked for something to drink. I told her I couldn't buy her a drink because, well, I had nothing but my car keys and cell phone (took it with me to the gym!). Enter sweet lady that, while I was talking with Papa Bear, took Sugar Bear over to the vending machine, asked her what her favorite color was, and then bought her the corresponding color drink.

I know.

So, apparently, having a missing driver's side window in your car creates wonderful opportunities for stop light conversations as well. Who would have thunk? Not me, I've been living in my concealed car for too long, Cyber Bears! Lemonade! You see, if not for having my car broken into, I would have never had the following lovely conversation while stopped at red light this evening.

Mama Bear: {Sitting at light singing and rocking with Brother Bear}

Nice Female Passenger Bear in Car Next to Me: Hey! What you listenin' to?

Mama Bear: {Is she talking to me? Oh, yeah, I don't have a window anymore. She must be talking to me} Me? Oh, just a little Beyonce! "All the Single Ladies"!

Nice Female Passenger Bear in Car Next to Me: You like Beyonce?

Mama Bear: Why, yes! I do!

Nice Female Passenger Bear in Car Next to Me: I do too!

Mama Bear: {turns up louder, so neigh-bear can hear, leans out window conspiritor-ally} My 7 year old cub likes it too!

Nice Female Passenger Bear in Car Next to Me: So, how long you been married?

Mama Bear: {Hmm..that's an odd question!} Fourteen years!

Nice Female Passenger Bear in Car Next to Me: {as light starts to turn green} Well, you tell your wife hello from me!

Mama Bear: {Sitting at light with mouth agape} Oof!

I know.

Now, granted, I was unshowered, still in my workout clothes (I had, at least, changed out of my seriously sweaty shirt) and hat, and no makeup (it was a CRAZY day, what can I say?), and the short hair gives me a serious disadvantage. But, I was wearing "hip" only-for-females-sunglasses! Couldn't she see? Seriously. Of all the days to be mistaken for a male bear? Sigh.

Cyber Bears, does this look like a male bear to you?
Looks more like someone who needs a stiff drink. Preferably lemonade flavored.

I know.

Monday, August 8, 2011


"Team Four Bears"

We are so thrilled to announce that Brother Bear will be representing Texas Scottish Rite Hospital for Children (TSRHC) as a Patient Champion at the 20011 MetroPCS White Rock Marathon on December 4th!

Most of you know that Brother Bear has been a patient at TSRHC since 2006 for Idiopathic Toe Walking and had surgery there in 2010. This hospital treats some of Texas’ most difficult and challenging pediatric orthopedic issues. But, did you know they do it all without charging their patients a single dime? That’s right! They conduct appointments, perform surgeries, make braces and prosthetic limbs and don’t expect any payment from their patients!

Since Brother Bear became a patient, our family has been discussing ways that we can give back to and support TSRHC. When TSRHC contacted us about this opportunity, we knew that this was PERFECT for our family! Seriously, support TSRHC through a marathon? This was made for us!

As a Patient Champion, Brother Bear will participate in various marathon media activities, helping to put “a face” to the patients of TSRHC. On race day, he’ll be at the start/finish line cheering on the runners too! TSRHC is the sole beneficiary of The MetroPCS White Rock Marathon. Last year The MetroPCS White Rock Marathon donated $560,000 to TSRHC! That’s the largest single check donation in the hospital’s history! Awesome, right?

This year, The MetroPCS White Rock Marathon is hoping to raise $1,000,000 for TSRHC! We are thrilled to be a part of this record-breaking year.

As a part of this effort, we are raising funds for TSRHC. We’ve named our Team, “Team Four Bears” and we’ve set our fundraising goal at $5,000. Will you help us reach it? No amount is too small. Just follow this link to our fundraising page.

Another way our family is getting involved is through running The MetroPCS White Rock Marathon! Mama and Papa Bear will BOTH be running the race this year (Papa Bear is running Lucky #13 and hoping for enough speed to cross the start line again in Hopkinton, Massachusetts! Mama Bear is running #14 and vows to beat her PR from last year – no matter the cost!).

Please know that there are many other ways you can support TSRHC through The Metro PCS White Rock Marathon besides donating money! You can:

  • Run the Rock! That’s right! A portion of every runner’s entry fee goes to TSRHC. The more runners, the more $ donated. Papa Bear and I will be the first to tell you that running 26.2 will change your life. But you can also run a Half Marathon or the Marathon Relay (26.2 divided up into 5 portions). Get a team together! Run for Brother Bear! Run for another patient! Run for yourself! Just do it!
  • Volunteer! The Marathon needs over 3,000 volunteers to make this race happen and it doesn’t cost you a dime! Looking for a volunteer opportunity? Our church, Wilshire Baptist Church, operates one of the many essential aid stations along the route. You can volunteer there!
  • Cheer! What better way to support us than with your moral support? We’d love to see you along the route, or you can join Brother Bear and create a “Team Four Bears” cheering section at the start/finish line!
  • Tell your friends! Please, let your friends know about TSRHC and what a difference they are making in the lives of children across the State of Texas! Spread the word. Light a fire. Make a difference.

Stay tuned over the next few months for updates on our fundraising and training efforts as well other fun information too.

Thank you for taking time to read this. Even more, thank you for being a part of our family’s support network! We couldn’t do it without you.

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Most Likely To Succeed

This was a hard post to both process and write. But it desperately needed to be done. Do you ever wonder if you are a good friend? Me too. A recent event made me particularly aware of my shortcomings, so I wrote about it. Am now (trying to be) brave enough to post it on Facebook. Click here to read more.