Snaps of Real Life
Day 211
December 3, 2013
Team Zybko
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
To Get One Good Picture
It Shouldn't Be This Fun or HARD!
Day 210
December 3, 2013
Team Zybko
When the person behind the camera has a hard time keeping a straight face it makes it tough to get a good shot with the first click of the shutter. Oh well, what can you do? Shelby will be Shelby, all you can do is go with it :)
Have you heard of the children's book by David Shannon titled, No David
Well this post reminds me why we have loved this book for years.
No Shelby Diane was not ready to hold you like a giant baby.
No Shelby a sneaky look won't do.
No Shelby Diane doesn't want to beast feed.
No Shelby we don't need a sorority girl type pose.
No Shelby your other side is not more photogenic. (They both are)
No Shelby I haven't gotten a good one yet, keep smiling.
No Shelby squinty eyes aren't so great either.
YES SHELBY Team Zybko Loves you just the way you are!
Monday, December 2, 2013
Running Round-Up
Month 1
Day 208
December 2, 2013
Team Zybko
I am not in love with running yet but I do in fact dislike it less. Whoo hoo that's a start. Numbers on the scale didn't go down like I anticipated with the increase of physical activity. I can't even claim the whole muscle weighs more than fat thing cause my clothes don't really fit better either. Boo. Since it would do nothing to lie here on this up date I will be completely honest. My dedication to better eating slipped big time. Hindsight tells me it was early on, somewhere around the end of week 1. Chocolate chips replaced raisins on the apple and peanut butter snack. Ice cream replaced greek yogurt. A bite of the kids rainbow sprinkly pancakes turn into a serving of my own. And so on and so on.....
A new month starts NOW I must stay focused.
I am not in love with running yet but I do in fact dislike it less. Whoo hoo that's a start. Numbers on the scale didn't go down like I anticipated with the increase of physical activity. I can't even claim the whole muscle weighs more than fat thing cause my clothes don't really fit better either. Boo. Since it would do nothing to lie here on this up date I will be completely honest. My dedication to better eating slipped big time. Hindsight tells me it was early on, somewhere around the end of week 1. Chocolate chips replaced raisins on the apple and peanut butter snack. Ice cream replaced greek yogurt. A bite of the kids rainbow sprinkly pancakes turn into a serving of my own. And so on and so on.....
A new month starts NOW I must stay focused.
Lessons learned in week 1
Get moving and get going. Take the big step, take your goals off the paper and put them into real life. It feels fresh to have a brand new challenge in front of you. Do it with a partner or group of people for more fun and accountability purposes.
Lesson learned in week 2
Not all planned run work outs work out.
With a sick kid home from school for most of the week my runs got knocked down a few notches on the list of priorities. Legitimately put off until it was Saturday morning with 2 incomplete days left on the Couch to 5K app. The weekend was stacked full of soccer and other obligations so my window was narrowing quickly to have a successful run week. I decided to run during Delaney's warms-ups both days, looking a goober walk/jogging in my jeans and bulky jacket. Oh well, no points for style but I did it.
Lesson learned in week 3
Old habits are hard to break. I managed to make it to 3 Zumba classes this week but I only completed 2 of my Couch to 5K run/walk workouts. It's easier for me to dance than run. Period. Pretty sure I look better doing it too but that may be in my head. Whitey tighty duck footed people can dance. I will have to make that run up next week.
Lesson learned in week 4
If you keep at it you will get better, it will get easier. With one whole month behind me I feel better with each mile. Logging more and more distance in my running log as the walk segment becomes shorter and the jog minutes increase.
Extra lesson learned this week.
Holidays are no excuse, even the heaviest eating day of the year holiday, Thanksgiving. As I forced myself to squeeze in 2 runs on Sunday morning I could feel the mac n' cheese and pumpkin pie fighting me. These foods are tough in the ring, less is better next year for sure.
Old habits are hard to break. I managed to make it to 3 Zumba classes this week but I only completed 2 of my Couch to 5K run/walk workouts. It's easier for me to dance than run. Period. Pretty sure I look better doing it too but that may be in my head. Whitey tighty duck footed people can dance. I will have to make that run up next week.
Lesson learned in week 4
If you keep at it you will get better, it will get easier. With one whole month behind me I feel better with each mile. Logging more and more distance in my running log as the walk segment becomes shorter and the jog minutes increase.
Extra lesson learned this week.
Holidays are no excuse, even the heaviest eating day of the year holiday, Thanksgiving. As I forced myself to squeeze in 2 runs on Sunday morning I could feel the mac n' cheese and pumpkin pie fighting me. These foods are tough in the ring, less is better next year for sure.
Artistic Friends
Day 207
December 2, 2013
Team Zybko
Luke 2:11
Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you;
he is Christ the Lord.
How do people do it? They take a blank canvas and bring it to life. Wow! I am always amazed with others who have this gift. Excuse the iPhone picture, surely it doesn't bring this piece of art and friendy friend gift justice.
Thank you Lou Lou I LOVE LOVE LOVE it!
The first Christmas decoration of the season is proudly on display on my kitchen counter so I can see it all day long.
I'm spoiled I know, everyone deserves an artistic friend.
Sunday, December 1, 2013
Friday, November 29, 2013
Thanksgiving in Hawaii
Not a Bad Gig
Not a Bad Gig
Day 204
November 29, 2013
Team Zybko
Only one missing from our crew this Thanksgiving and in this pre-feast picture taken at Grandmas and Grandpas. Dylan. He couldn't come home, on the account he flew with the Army football team to cheer at the game Saturday. In Hawaii. Yes, Hawaii. Cheerleaders apparently have their perks. No one really felt super sorry for him for missing out but I did get a little mushy and just as cheesy as the traditional baked southern veggie dish. A missing kid is a missing kid, even if that kid is busy lifting up cute bikini girls, snorkeling, walking on soft white sand and representing America in a red, white and blue swim suit.
I didn't hormonal cry all over the homemade cranberry sauce or anything, it was just different head count than in previous years. I did however call him a thousand times til I was able to get through and talk to him. To make sure he knew, we knew, he wasn't there and we love him to Honolulu and back. Oh wait, Dylan... I forgot to tell you last night, remember to heavily apply the SPF toady. Your skin won't be used to the sun. Wearing a grey wool uniform head to toe underneath the cloudy skies of New York is not the same as running around half naked on a tropical island.
(that will be my one embarrassing mom reminder on this blog for the year. Your shoulders and face will thank me later though)
Thank you grandma and Aunt Susan for all the hard work and love you poured into the preparation of dinner and the beautiful table arrangments. It was a wonderful day, filled with out door, active games, garage ping pong, lazy movies, jokes, friendy friend guests we consider part of Team Zybko, yummy food and a bunch of thankful family togetherness.
I didn't hormonal cry all over the homemade cranberry sauce or anything, it was just different head count than in previous years. I did however call him a thousand times til I was able to get through and talk to him. To make sure he knew, we knew, he wasn't there and we love him to Honolulu and back. Oh wait, Dylan... I forgot to tell you last night, remember to heavily apply the SPF toady. Your skin won't be used to the sun. Wearing a grey wool uniform head to toe underneath the cloudy skies of New York is not the same as running around half naked on a tropical island.
(that will be my one embarrassing mom reminder on this blog for the year. Your shoulders and face will thank me later though)
Thank you grandma and Aunt Susan for all the hard work and love you poured into the preparation of dinner and the beautiful table arrangments. It was a wonderful day, filled with out door, active games, garage ping pong, lazy movies, jokes, friendy friend guests we consider part of Team Zybko, yummy food and a bunch of thankful family togetherness.
New Hairdo
Go Extreme or Go Home
Day 205
November 29, 2013
Team Zybko
First of all, I sorry about the middle aged soccer mom selfies. I was by myself and just had to record this super important event in history, just in case it went viral and all.
What did you do?
Oh.....
That is really is short huh?
Why did you do that?
Did you donate it?
These are some of the questions in response to seeing the new, less tangly, messy bun free, lighter me. Yes lighter. That totally counts as ounces if not pounds lost. I figure soaking wet with a palm full of conditioner left in it probably weighed about the same as a huge slice of Thanksgiving home made pumpkin pie a la mode. That's legit, weigh your hair, I saw it on Oprah or something one time. Now I can go in for another round, maybe switch it up and go for the pecan pie this time. I refuse to dessert discriminate, I am that kinda girl.
Every few years I get a wild hair, so to speak and ask myself why on earth a pile do I even have long hair, I don't do a thing with it. And although I have mastered the sloppy joe pony tail and go look (that was on Oprah once too) I simply had to have an intervention of one and let the hair go, it was bringing the rest of my look down ya know. Ha! Hopefully this fresher look will inspire me to wear pants with buttons more than just one day a week and lace up or pull on something other than Nikes. Maybe just maybe a smidgen of make-up will follow that.
Don't expect any miracles people but just for the record I am wearing some bamming big ole silver hoops from Wal-Mart. Mostly so no one has the chance to mistake me for a boy as I go about my weekend errands but it's a start.
Sorry Locks of Love, it was too jacked up from cheap boxes of dye and $1 bottles of conditioner. Maybe next time. I 'll get in touch with you in about 6 or 7 years.
First of all, I sorry about the middle aged soccer mom selfies. I was by myself and just had to record this super important event in history, just in case it went viral and all.
What did you do?
Oh.....
That is really is short huh?
Why did you do that?
Did you donate it?
These are some of the questions in response to seeing the new, less tangly, messy bun free, lighter me. Yes lighter. That totally counts as ounces if not pounds lost. I figure soaking wet with a palm full of conditioner left in it probably weighed about the same as a huge slice of Thanksgiving home made pumpkin pie a la mode. That's legit, weigh your hair, I saw it on Oprah or something one time. Now I can go in for another round, maybe switch it up and go for the pecan pie this time. I refuse to dessert discriminate, I am that kinda girl.
Every few years I get a wild hair, so to speak and ask myself why on earth a pile do I even have long hair, I don't do a thing with it. And although I have mastered the sloppy joe pony tail and go look (that was on Oprah once too) I simply had to have an intervention of one and let the hair go, it was bringing the rest of my look down ya know. Ha! Hopefully this fresher look will inspire me to wear pants with buttons more than just one day a week and lace up or pull on something other than Nikes. Maybe just maybe a smidgen of make-up will follow that.
Don't expect any miracles people but just for the record I am wearing some bamming big ole silver hoops from Wal-Mart. Mostly so no one has the chance to mistake me for a boy as I go about my weekend errands but it's a start.
Sorry Locks of Love, it was too jacked up from cheap boxes of dye and $1 bottles of conditioner. Maybe next time. I 'll get in touch with you in about 6 or 7 years.
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
This Brown Nosing Student Gets an A+
Day 203
November 27, 2013
Team Zybko
I think this student was trying to get out of something, maybe multiplication flashcards or a shortened recess for behavior issues. Can't really say for sure. What I do know is that in 20 years I won't remember or care about the real reason. Today though, as I cancel the extra work I had planned for school day # 76 I remember how sweet 8 year old boys are. So I gave him an A+ for brown nosing, effort and the use of adjectives.
I love you Drex!
I think this student was trying to get out of something, maybe multiplication flashcards or a shortened recess for behavior issues. Can't really say for sure. What I do know is that in 20 years I won't remember or care about the real reason. Today though, as I cancel the extra work I had planned for school day # 76 I remember how sweet 8 year old boys are. So I gave him an A+ for brown nosing, effort and the use of adjectives.
I love you Drex!
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
A Prayer and Happy Thoughts
For Traveling College Students
Day 202
November 26, 2013
Team Zybko
I can't help but smile a big cheesy grin as I scroll down my Face Book news feed today. It is happily littered with giddy parental posts, some in ALL CAPS to em-fah-sas just how happy they are. Excitement about their college babies coming home for the holidays. I can relate. They are happy and eager to hug them, do their laundry, cook their favorite foods and simply put, more than ready to enjoy their company. Filling up a gas tank or two, turning your cheek to a less than acceptable messy room and of course no curfew will all be part of the equation. I wish my other old friends who obviously don't look old enough to have children 18 years and older a good visit. Enjoy the hustle and bustle of a fuller house, more dishes and the less than normally scheduled quiet time.
The weather is scheduled to be pretty nasty across the board, so please be careful driving kids. Us old people want you back in one piece.
Psalm 121:8
the LORD will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore.
Heavenly Father, I am in complete awe of you. Humbly I come to you in prayer for our children, actually your children on loan to us. I am completely topped off with thanksgiving for your faithfulness and the kind of God you are. An ever loving, present God that hears our requests and keeps a close eye on our children, 24/7/365. You watch over them when they are under our roofs and when they are not. I ask you Lord to safeguard, to put a protective layer of bubble wrap around all the college kids coming and going this holiday week. Thank you for the blessing and joy of motherhood. In Jesus' sweet and precious name. Amen.
Monday, November 25, 2013
I Stayed On The Tread Mill Running BECAUSE....
Day 201
November 25, 2013
Team Zybko
I laced up my Nikes for a Couch to 5K workout and opened the front door, the wind cut right through me like a seen on T.V. knife. Good. I didn't really want to run anyway. That was easy.
Fast forward a few hours. The kids needed to get out. They needed some interaction and I probably could use a conversation with someone with the ability to grow armpit hair. We make it the gym. I realized I forgot my earphones. My knee hurt a little. I had the wrong color socks on. Maybe I should just take the the Zumba class that starts in ten minutes instead of running. I'm pretty sure I even heard my mom calling me for dinner. My motivation had taken the first fast train to lazyville, 4pm departure.
So long suck-ahhh!
Fast forward 20 minutes or so. I was content with wandering around ducking in empty hallways to check Face Book on my phone. Maybe my ambition will show would show up on the newsfeed somewhere. Anyone? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller?
Fast forward through the bad service within the cement walls, I finally got my big butt on a tread mill. Once I hit the quick start key it was all downhill from there or at least 0% grade.
I laced up my Nikes for a Couch to 5K workout and opened the front door, the wind cut right through me like a seen on T.V. knife. Good. I didn't really want to run anyway. That was easy.
Fast forward a few hours. The kids needed to get out. They needed some interaction and I probably could use a conversation with someone with the ability to grow armpit hair. We make it the gym. I realized I forgot my earphones. My knee hurt a little. I had the wrong color socks on. Maybe I should just take the the Zumba class that starts in ten minutes instead of running. I'm pretty sure I even heard my mom calling me for dinner. My motivation had taken the first fast train to lazyville, 4pm departure.
So long suck-ahhh!
Fast forward 20 minutes or so. I was content with wandering around ducking in empty hallways to check Face Book on my phone. Maybe my ambition will show would show up on the newsfeed somewhere. Anyone? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller?
Fast forward through the bad service within the cement walls, I finally got my big butt on a tread mill. Once I hit the quick start key it was all downhill from there or at least 0% grade.
I stayed on the tread mill running because:
The kids were driving me slightly crazy
I stayed on the tread mill running because:
I was really into an episode of Parks and Recreation
Even with just subtitles and no sound it was better than laundry
I stayed on the tread mill running because:
The lady on the Jacobs ladder insisted on fiddling with her iPod
I couldn't resist watching, if it was me I would have fallen off
Maybe she worked for the circus part time
I stayed on the tread mill running because:
The lady to the left and right of me didn't stop, they kept at it
I even tried to sneak a peak at their lit up numbersbut almost fell
but remembered I wasn't in competition with anyone else
I stayed on the tread mill running because:
I was trying to master the running selfie to send to Baby Daddy
but never did
hence no sweaty cutesy soccer mom picture attached here
This is harder than you may think
I stayed on the tread mill running because:
The voice on my iPhone told me to
and we all know how smart those people are
I stayed on the tread mill running because:
I was totally into the conversation between a mom an her daughter
My new tread mill neighbors of the day
The dinner she had planned sounded must better than mine
I got off the tread mill because:
Before I knew it 4 and a half miles were behind me
Whatever your reasons are
JUST DO IT!
I was really into an episode of Parks and Recreation
Even with just subtitles and no sound it was better than laundry
I stayed on the tread mill running because:
The lady on the Jacobs ladder insisted on fiddling with her iPod
I couldn't resist watching, if it was me I would have fallen off
Maybe she worked for the circus part time
I stayed on the tread mill running because:
The lady to the left and right of me didn't stop, they kept at it
I even tried to sneak a peak at their lit up numbers
but remembered I wasn't in competition with anyone else
I stayed on the tread mill running because:
I was trying to master the running selfie to send to Baby Daddy
but never did
hence no sweaty cutesy soccer mom picture attached here
This is harder than you may think
I stayed on the tread mill running because:
The voice on my iPhone told me to
and we all know how smart those people are
I stayed on the tread mill running because:
I was totally into the conversation between a mom an her daughter
My new tread mill neighbors of the day
The dinner she had planned sounded must better than mine
I got off the tread mill because:
Before I knew it 4 and a half miles were behind me
Whatever your reasons are
JUST DO IT!
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