Hurts so Good!

I have discovered a set of muscles down the backs of my legs that haven't been in use since I was 13, just goes to show how out of shape I really am when after a few hours of harvesting wood I end up feeling like my muscles are on fire with every step. That being said, what a great feeling to use those muscles, to be out in the fresh air working up a sweat. I understand how people become addicted to that feeling. Where I fall short is in the execution, I love the idea of a hour long walk with my ipod blaring my favorite music in my ears, the feeling of my heart pumping, and muscles working. I just need to make the time to do it. No time is the perfect time, there is always something else that needs to be done, so I should just set everything else aside for a moment, and just go.

I have been putting more thought into what it is I want to do with my life once Hunny goes to school, and I have no kids at home during the day anymore. Health care is a big contender, but the potential hours are a bit of a deterrent for me. Legal assistant is another way I might like to go, and if I really want to get down an dirty and go to school for a few years I could see myself in a social work type position. If I really sit down and get it figured out I can start taking some relevant courses from home, or even part time in the evenings. Something to start me out, get this old brain really thinking again. It will be so great to have a dual income, and a career outside of the house, as much as I'll miss my babies. I just need to stop being so wishy washy, and set some real goals where my career after stay-at-home motherhood is concerned.

We had a "holiday" get together with my Grandma last night, because she is going to Arizona for the winter, so we won't see her for Christmas. We ate KFC (kinda like a turkey dinner right?), gave Grandma her gifts and watched old home videos. My Grandpa passed away a year and a half ago, it was sudden, unexpected and I felt so helpless and angry. I do not like the feeling of losing a loved one. It makes you ache in places you didn't know existed. The pain of knowing all the moments and memories he will not share with us. I was so sure my kids would know their Great Grandparents for a long time. I believe energy can not be created or destroyed, only changed. So for me he's still a part of this world, only in a form I can't see or touch, but every now and then, in my heart, I feel him. Religion and belief in an afterlife is such a touchy subject, and way to heavy for my lighthearted blog, it's just so personal and individual. The reason I bring it up at all is that there was a clip of my Grandpa video taping where he said to me "love you Shaun" on the video...I felt like he was right there in the room, and I accepted that feeling with all my heart, and said back to him "love you too Grandpa".

Back to my housework, and shakin' it to Florence and the Machine with Hunny Buns. What would I do without good music?