I decided yesterday that I will never be a gymnast and that I have the utmost respect for anyone who is! I am watching my daughters do amazing things yesterday. Amanda has been taking gymnastics for about a month now and Emilee started yesterday. My daughters can do backbends and flippy things on the parallel bars. It is truly amazing to watch them. I can see their coach helping them and he is an awesome teacher. It's the learning to ride a bike process. He pushes them and then slowly lets go as they are getting it. Amanda is getting really good at vaulting too. I realized that this will also be an awesome thing for their bodies. Amanda has the teeny tiniest amount of baby fat on her, which is average for her age, but I can see this slimming them both down. I would equate gymnastics for kids to pilates for adults in that it does similar slimming things to your body. I need to take some pics and post them.
I decided last night that I am not going to let Mr. I know that I still have feelings for him. I have to admit that I still felt like he and I were playing the game and maybe we are, but I enjoy his friendship too much so I have to stop. As much I would love for him to come up and tell me he loves me, I have to leave that part of 'us' behind and move on. If I want us to have a comfortable friendship and if I ever intend to find someone else, I have to leave our past in the past. I think I am ready to do that.
~Kate
[note: some three hours after posting this, I check my email and read my horoscope...
Be more aggressive when it comes to your intentions regarding a romantic situation, Kate. It would be a great idea to impress your lover with a delicious home-cooked meal on a night like this. Put a bit more spark into the equation and relight the candle that might have recently gone out. Don't hesitate to be the instigator in love.
Funny because that is what Tempest said as well. She and I were talking about Mr. I a week or so ago and she gave me that "if you want him, go fucking get him already" speech...]
Labels: Being a Chic, Being Mommy, Mr. I, My pathetic excuse for a love life
