College Life & The Shakeology Experiment

I remember when I completed my first semester of college, 14 years ago…  There were several (through my eyes at the time) “old” people in many of my classes. I saw them struggle with the idea that the teenagers in their classrooms were now their peers. I”m now looking at that from the other side.

I’m taking two online courses and two on campus courses.   If I stay on track I’ll be finished with my Associates Degree in General Studies by the end of summer. So far, my campus courses are filled with young people (just out of high school) with a couple in their early twenties.  My strategy has been to keep to myself and hope none of them realizes I’m nearly old enough to be their Mom.

This strategy has failed.  My very first new college friend I met leaving class for the day.  We had a half-hour long discussion about Maurices and fashion before she made the comment, “I wish I was old enough for a Maurices credit card.” Hmmm.. wait.. WHAT?!  *cough* I asked, “How old are you?”   She’s SEVENTEEN.  yeesh.  My fashion-buddy is a baby. (relatively) Interesting.

My next new friend is in her early twenties. Pretty young. I doubted we’d have anything in common until we started discussing books.  Since my taste in reading is pretty eclectic and I read voraciously, just about anyone that is a huge reader can find some common ground with me.  We found a LOT of common ground.  She’s also one of those vivacious, loud, opinionated people that I just love to hang out with ( See: https://bethyarmstrong.wordpress.com/2011/08/25/soulmates-and-other-issues/)

So far I’m glad I haven’t managed my plan of college hermitage. I like my new friends, young though they may be, and I”m having the time of my life!

Now, the Shakeology experiment… When people ask me about Shakeology they usually wonder what it tastes like and if it really fills you up. I’m very biased.  I LOVE Shakeology so it’s hard for me to answer with anything negative. Hence the experiment.

My children are BIG eaters. They are all the kind of kids that eat 2 bowls of cereal for breakfast and then ask, “What’s for lunch?” less than an hour later. They are big time snackers and between-meal-eaters (I’m fortunate that they love veggies, since that’s all I let them snack on.). So this morning I mixed each of them a shake (I used whole milk because they’re growing and need some fat with their breakfast)

The taste responses are as follows:

Zoe (12) Yummy!

Scotty (10) It’s like drinking Cocoa Puffs! (this is a good thing in his opinion.  it made me shudder a little bit.)

Toby (8) It tastes like marshmallows and chocolate!

Sophia (21 months) Gulp gulp gulp gulp *holds up empty cup* Chalky Milk Mama? (that’s how she requests/demands chocolate milk)

So Shakeology is four for four in the taste department.

As of right now it has been two hours since they had their shakes. Not a peep about lunch yet. (Which is AMAZING.) And they only had a 1/2 serving each.

So now I can honestly say, yes Shakeology is filling…. and Heck YES it tastes good.  Now go buy some. Please.  I have college bills to pay…..

Soulmates? and other issues.

“Maybe our girlfriends are our soulmates and guys are just people to have fun with.”
Candace Bushnell (Sex and the City)

I’m freaking out about the beginning of school for my kids. I know this seems unrelated but follow the path of my convoluted thinking for a minute and you’ll see where I’m going.

I fully believe that everyone has a soulmate… a person that completes them (too Jerry Maguire?)… someone who not only finishes their sentences but intuitively knows when they need a hug or a swift kick in the rear.  What I don’t believe is that finding your soulmate is necessarily a romantic thing.

Case in point… My baby sister has a soulmate. Her best friend. They speak in a code only they understand. They complement each other in every way.  They can spend hours and hours together and never run out of topics to discuss. They never get bored with each other.

There’s a million and one names for this phenomenon.  BFFs, sista from another mista, chicks before … you get the idea. Whatever you want to call it, I think every woman needs a friend that you can share anything with, that you can be around and be totally yourself, that you can laugh, cry, and scream with, that puts up with your mood swings and your insanity, that their mood swings and insanity never bother you, and someone who you can just be a girl with.

I’m extremely blessed to have both a romantic soulmate and a sister of my heart soulmate.   Our relationship is quite strange. For one she’s old enough to be my mother (she actually has a daughter my age). We prove that opposites attract… she’s extremely vocal (verbal diarrhea is putting it mildly) where I”m quite quiet… she once shaved her head for a bet where I would be terrified it’d make my face look fat… she doesn’t give a hoot what other people think and I tend to obsess about it.

Our biggest and first common ground is our daughters.  She had an “oopsie” late in life  and I had one at 19. Our daughters are in the same grade and played tee-ball together (we met at tee-ball practice 5 years ago). Once we established the connection we went from strangers to doing everything together. When the President of the elementary school’s parent group finished her term… I stepped in and dragged Teresa with me.  In return she made me her assistance troop leader in girl scouts. We attend the same church. The past 5 years we would drop our kids off at school, ride around town in her “office”, and talk for hours. We did yearbook committee for 4th-5th grade together, we did 5th grade journalism together, we went on field trips together… and that brings me back to my fear of this school year.

This year our daughters are moving on to Jr. High, different building… different rules.  While I stay behind and do journalism and yearbook with my younger sons, she won’t be there. This year when I drop my boys off and escort them to their rooms, she won’t be in the hallway to greet me and go for a ride. She won’t be there after school to make plans for the week.  It hurts just to think about it.

We’ll still see each other (there’s still church and Girl Scouts) but it will be much much less. This school year it will be me that feels that childish  pang  of worry… will I make friends this year?  will anybody play with me?