Christmas Traditions

I read a blog that asked us about our Christmas traditions. I started to comment with mine and realized that it was getting way too long, so I will just make it a post for all of you to read.

Growing up, we would always go to my Grammy and Granddad's for Christmas Eve dinner. It always involved shrimp to snack on before and prime rib. Then Christmas morning after we do the whole present thing at home everyone would go back there to open presents there. She would always have a big ham and rolls to make sandwiches. The last 5 years or so my mom started to make Monkey Bread for breakfast.
I don't know what it is, but the smell of a nice delicious ham will always remind me of Christmas.

My husband's family always goes all out for dinners, so Christmas dinner is no exception. I know they do prime rib, and I'm sure a ham as well. There is so much food I can't really remember all of it. And his mom makes home made apple, pecan, and pumpkin pie. Heaven!!!!!!!

Chris and I started by switching off families staying at one place Christmas eve and driving to the other one Christmas night. But we decided its best to do my side Christmas eve and drive down there on Christmas and stay a couple days after, so that is what we do. Before we would just go straight to my Grammy's house when we woke up. But now that Zo is a bit older, we are going to stay at our house and open family presents then go to Grammys at like 9. And hopefully be on the road by 11. Get to Chris's family around 2. Open gifts there and dinner at 5. Its a crazy 24 hours, but we like it. Nothing is better than family time. And getting to see everyone in both sides in one day is pretty awesome.

Chris's family doesn't put names on their gifts. His mom numbers them all and has a list of what number goes to who. I guess they had too many snoops back in the day. lol. So now someone sits by the tree yells out a number, Chris' mom yells out the name and the gift is gently (sometimes) thrown to the person. So there are presents flying all over the place.

My family was a little more traditional. My mom would use different paper for everyone, so we always knew what was ours. Santa didn't wrap presents. Which, according to Christopher is the strangest thing in the world.

So our family is going to number the family gifts and not wrap Santa gifts. Good compromise, right?

Oh man, who knew so many traditions were involved with one little day.

Story of my life

I woke up today to my husbands alarm at 420. My mouth was really dry so for some reason I couldn't go back to sleep. Husband kept sleeping and I was still awake. So finally at 5 I got a glass of water. Apparently I went overboard because now I can't sleep because I have a belly ache. Naturally.

December 6th

A day in the life of dearest Zoey.

Starts out with tickling mommy on the face. then a little climbing on mommy, only to get thrown off, which is even more fun than the initial conquest.

Then she potties all by herself.

Zoey picks out her clothes to wear today for her and her baby, Baby is in a tank top and a hat, and Zoey is wearing her swimsuit. I don't question her.

She eats ereo and mik: Cheerios and milk and gets mad when I give her juice instead or rite (sprite). I gotta be a parent on some things, right?

And now she is cooking with her little pots and pans and fruit snacks. She made me break the fruit snacks in little pieces and put in all her pans.  And i believe she is now putting them in her pocket.

Man, life is rough when you are two.

Nothing too exciting

Thanksgiving has come and gone. And with that, so has wearing my skinny jeans. jk jk. We spent in at the in-laws with a sick baby. If any of you have experienced croup, its the worst thing ever. Poor baby would wake up not able to breath and just scream, which would make it worse. We had a long couple of nights. And on top of that I was sick too.

Now we are just trying to get ready for December. Lots of parties, ski trips, shopping. Its hard to get everything done when Chris works 14-16 hours a day an hour away from home. That leaves everything up to me, and I just have not been feeling that well. So its been a chalenge. But we will make it through.

It had been a while since I posted and it drives me nuts when blogs I read do that, so here you go, fellow readers, a new, not exciting, post.

so...ummm...

I had 4 page views from lethal-commissions.tk. I'm assuming its from Russia or Germany. But either way, that doesn't sound good. Why on earth are they reading this lil ol blog of nothing. I'm not a big fan of the word "lethal."

hmmm.....

sick baby

Lets just hope that that is the last 3 am puke fest I have to deal with for a while. Poor Zoey. But at least she could tell me owwie before it happened. So I didn't have to clean up the whole bed. Just a pillow. And she told me when she needed to potty three times in 30 minutes. Super glad I didn't have to clean THOSE diapers. Her belly did not feel good at all. :(

Is it nap time yet?

How I woke up

kinda.... Chris brought our little angel in before he left for work because she was crying. So we slept for about 30 minutes in our bed. Then all of a sudden I heard her singing. It had a lot of BEEPs in it, and multiple NoNoNoNos, and a bunch of Zoey language.

Where she gets these things, I don't know.

Then she gave me some big smackers on the lips. Followed by a wet willey. Naturally.

Love her!!

mini rant

My friend announced she was pregnant on facebook by posting a picture of an ultrasound. (Which is the second picture of its kind in the last 2 weeks to pop up on my facebook, apparently that's the way to break the news now days.... anywayzzzzz) I commented on it, so I got all the notifications and whatnot. About 30 comments down someone said "I have to ask....was it planned?"

For some reason, that ruffles my tail feathers. I think if you aren't close enough to know the answer, you shouldn't be asking it. What does it matter if it is planned or not? A child is a child, whether the parents decided it was time, or if Heavenly Father decided for them. My friend was obviously excited about it, so the fact that her baby was planned or not held nothing in terms of.....anything.

Perhaps the reason it bugs is that I had a conversation with this individual when I was pregnant, and it was basically about the same thing.

....perhaps she has been trying for a while. And in that respect a planned pregnancy is slightly easier to deal with emotionally than an oops?? I guess I can take that. But perhaps a picture comment isn't the best way to deal with it.

Goodness, I'm not even pregnant and peoples comments are already buggin me. That's not a good sign for when the next one blesses us in 50 years.

Conversations

Zoey: Bubbles!! Bubbles!!

Mom: Bubbles? I don't see any bubbles. Where are the bubbles?

Zoey: Bubbles! (pointing to the rocks on the ground)

Mom: Oh do you mean rocks?

Zoey: Yeah. Bubbles!(nodding head)

Mom: No, Zoey, those are rocks.

Zoey: Rock.


This is about the first verbal conversation we have had, isn't it cute??

Not a very exciting story.

So Tuesday I went to the store to get dinner. They had their deli meat on sale so I decided to get stuff for French Dip Sandwiches the next night (last night). I was all excited because I was being prepared and I wouldn't have to run to the store again.

Well, last night Chris told me that his dad was going to stay with us because they were going to be working late. So in my infinite wisdom I ran to the store to get more bread because 4 rolls wasn't going to cut it for two meat lovin men. Zoey and I were super duper fast. She was well behaved. It was a perfect store run. I then ran over to my mom's to hang out for a little bit to kill time until dinner. Then Chris calls again and says that his dad wants a bell pepper and onion to put on his sandwich. And I needed more meet. (why didn't I think about that! grrrr) Dang, so off to the store again. This time I wasn't so lucky with Zoey. She ended up falling asleep on the way there, so she was miss grumpy gills for me waking her up. So we went to the bakery and got her a cookie. I am not above bribery with my child. Sometimes it is the only thing possible. lol. So she ended up just sitting on my purse eating her cookie while I got the last few things. The roast beef went off sale, so I ended up paying more for half the amount I got last night. bummer.

So, somehow I managed to go to the store twice in one day without a tantrum. I usually get like 4 in one trip. It was lovely. And then we got home. And well....my perfect angel was no longer an angel.

The End.

1 year ago. repost

So Zo's birthday is this Friday. I'm kinda busy with work, interviews, and her party. But I wanted to mention something about it. Because being amother of a 2 year old is a big deal. So I am posting what I did this time last year. I hope that I can write that well again one day. lol. So every time it says one year ago, just fix it and think two years ago. :)



One year to the minute I was in my 7th hour of labor. I was crying from pain. (remember I didn't get an epi until 12 hours in...). I was scared to death that these 9 months had come and gone. I was going to have to be responsible for more than just myself. I was going to have a screaming (hopefully), beautiful (obviously) baby girl (if all predictions were right). I was finally able to see this precious bundle in all her glory: touch her soft skin, smell her sweet smell. I also was coming to the reality that I now had to share her. She was no longer just mine, she would soon be the worlds. Daddy would want to see her, grandmas, grandpas, aunts, friends. She no longer would be "my baby." I was going to be alone again (kinda). One year ago, I had heard of all the changes in my life that were about to come forth. I knew as soon as I saw her "I'd fall in love." I didn't know how deep that love could be, what it could make you do.



I didn't know the deep gratitude I would have to my Heavenly Father for blessing me with such an amazing miracle. I didn't know that I would one day be covered in poop, spit up, pee, yet be smiling and laughing, for my daughter laughed at her diaper flinging across the room. I didn't know that signing the discharge papers for her as "mother" would throw chills down my spine. One year ago, I wasn't aware of this secret club going on known as motherhood. One year ago I was so excited that I wouldn't be responsible for anything bad that would happen because of my diabetes. Having her out of me, in my vision, was going to be such a relief. Now, I would give anything to be able to protect her that way again. I wish I could cover her up every time she fell. I wish I could eat 3 meals a day, drink water, and get enough sleep and know I was doing everything in my power to protect her. Now, I only wish it was that simple.


A year ago, I never cared about babies. I had never changed a diaper. I had never held a newborn longer than a minute, let alone change its clothes or burped it. I didn't know breastfeeding would be one of the hardest challenges I'd face this year, but one of the most rewarding when we were finally successful. I didn't know I would cry when I no longer produced enough milk to satisfy her and I knew these moments that were just ours were going to be over forever. I never know how much I could cry and cry and cry about her reaching a milestone, because it meant that she had finally succeeded, but was also getting more independent with each one.


I didn't realize how she would change my relationship with my husband. We have learned to compromise. We have learned to care about more than just ourselves. I have learned that I married one of the kindest men out there. He is so in love with Zoey. A year ago, I didn't know how much I wouldn't mind seeing him light up when he kissed another girl--how much I would love seeing his eyes look only at her in a way I have never seen before. I was scared of loosing "us." We never lost us, we just made it better. I didn't know how much I'd hate going in public with him and not have my darling daughter, because people wouldn't know that I'm a mom, he is a dad. They wouldn't know this sweet little girl was mine. I didn't realize I'd feel guilty of being somewhere and they not know I'm a mom.


I've been bit, puked on, pooped on, kicked, and bonked. I've been attacked with kisses and ran to as soon as I walked in the room. I've been loved in a way I'll never be able to explain. I've had my heart riped out, only to beat in another. I've felt God's love on this earth. I've seen the world in a new, amazing light. I am honored to be called a mom, and be blessed with such an amazing daughter. I now know what love is, what it can do. I am eternally grateful to be able to say that yes, this crazy, screaming, opinionated little girl is mine.

woot, today is a good day.

Today I went to the store.

I paid with a $5.

And I got change back.



That neeeeeeeeeeever happens. ever.

A few things I did today

*Said a prayer with Zoey before work. :)
* Got a flat tire.
* Got really excited at the purchase of toe nail clippers at work. (the little ones just weren't cutting it.) (hahaha, I also made the same lame pun to my patients sister without realizing it until after)
* Gave my dad a BIG hug for fixing my tire
* Gave Zoey a chicken leg.
* Watched Zoey as she found the potato peeler, and peeled her chicken leg.
* Looked down to find my dear daughter putting chicken in my pocket.
* Watched WWIII, as Zoey wanted to take all of the Tupperware out of our drawer and mommy removed her from the kitchen.
* Tried not to laugh as Zoey decided that I wouldn't notice her going to the kitchen if she crawled.
* Grabbed toddler from crawling to the kitchen, which caused WWIV.
* Put on the duck song, and calmed the hysterical child down immediately.
* Kissed my husband.
* Read a bed time story with Zoey, in which she actually listened to.


Now, you too can say you watched the duck song today.

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This week...

This week has been blahhhhhhhh.

Sunday night I had a fever of 103. Missed that day of work. Went to a doctor. Went to another doctor. had an outpatient procedure. (unrelated to the sickness) Missed another day of work. Took a loratab for the first time. Got sick with that. blah blah blah.
I'm tired of doctors. Tired of feeling like I am not a good worker since when I can't go in than my boss has to because its a small company and no one can cover me. I'm tired of not having a schedule. I'm tired of having so many opportunities that I want to do, but can't. BLAH

All in all, I am READY for the weekend. Confrence Weekend, even! I have had so many questions. I think that this was put before me for a reason, lets hope I make the right choices!!!!!

update

So remember my little diddy about emetophobia, and my fear of barfola??

Well, Chris watched some show that has funny online videos on it. One a lady throws up hardcore all over her wedding dress. I was able to watch it. Twice.

I didn't run out of the room.

I didn't close my eyes.

I watched it.

Yes, I watched it.


Now, I saw that is a step in the right direction!!


We will forget about the several moments today when I was helping my guy at work and in front of him thinking "Please don't throw up. Please don't throw up."

Why my boy is better than yours :)

So with my new job comes a new wardrobe of scrubs. I've been looking forward to scrub-full days forever, so I've likewise been wanting to go scrub shopping. Well long story short I kept bugging chris that I need to go buy some. Yesterday I got home from work and asked if I could go get them. Then I looked at the table and there were 3 brand new, really cute, scrubs. Yeah...I just might keep him.

work

So I realized I should mention that I may be a bit absent from now on out.

I got a new job. Not only that, its a full time job. 8-4 Monday through Friday. Its the first time I have ever had a full time job. I've worked full time hours between my two part time jobs I have had several times. But never all in one place. But never while I have been a mama. So it is a bit of an adjustment juggling the whole working mom thing.

Not only did I get a new job, Zo started to go to "school." This has also been an adjustment. Probably more so for me that it is for her. She screams when I leave her, but Chris says she always is hesitant to leave when he picks her up. And they give her crackers in the morning. I found this out when she woke up this morning and thats the first thing she asked for. But she has blossomed. She is a lot more vocal than before. And last night we played with one of our couple friends who have a little boy a few months older than Zo and they played wonderfully.For the first time. So as much as I hate having to give her to other people to take care of while I am gone, I love that it is helping her by being with lots of kids.

I never knew that I would love a job as much as I love this one. Its my first CNA job, and it is just perfect. I go to this man's house and hang out with him all day. I wanted to do home care because I hated the assembly line feel at a nursing home. I get to actually help him. Make a difference more than just change their clothes and wheel them to the dining room. I was actually kind of sad when I said my good byes yesterday, knowing that it would be 2 whole days without going there. I love having days off and being able to just spend time with my family, but part of me misses my job. How cool is that?! I found a job after months of not working that I just love. Perfect. I know that I have been put here to help people. And this has truly shown me that nursing really is my calling.

Rush

This is a short fiction piece I cam up with through Red Writing Hood's prompt:

You were to start your piece with “We had to leave immediately” and end it with “And then we realized we were already home.”


so here it is.....

We had to leave immediately. There was no more avoiding the inevitable. Today was going to be the day, and believe me, I wasn’t ready for it. We had just spent the last hour cuddled under the blanket, legs continually moving—sometimes faster than others. I couldn’t concentrate. It was taking over my body. And it took every ounce of me not to give in right then and there.

This was the first time we had been out since the incident, and I thought I was prepared. Turns out nothing can truly protect your dignity. I told him to drive faster. We had to get home immediately. He tries to peak the tension by whispering sweet nothings. But, it only makes it worse.

But, all the avoiding and pleading was fruitless. The new post-birth bladder was still in need of training, and apparently today it lost. In the car. Wearing my favorite jeans.  Mortified, I look up and realize that, naturally, we’re already home.

Yea, I can't believe I just wrote a story about peeing your pants, let alone post it. But, either way, it is here for your enjoyment. Llet me know what you think.

Flash from the Past

So I had one of those country song moments where you meet someone in your past and feel proud of your future kinda thing. Only we were just friends.

A little history lesson:
I went to school with this girl since 2nd grade. And I swear, most of the time we were in competition with everything. We did become really good friends for a couple of years in middle school, but we still had about the same ambitions. Something happened in 8th grade, I'm foggy on the details now, but long story short she hated me. With a passion.

Jump forward to high school. We made up freshmen year, friends again for most of high school but were in different groups. My school of 100 wasn't really big enough to justify calling them cliques. Anywho, we still kinda kept going for the same scholastic goals. Some she got, some I did. After graduation the girls went on a little trip. I was only there for one of the 4 or 5 days everyone else was. And apparently after I left she got upset over something and left early. All of us were deleted off facebook and no one really heard of her again.

....until last weekend. I saw her at a local ice cream shop. I contemplated on talking to her for a bit, then Zoey got loose and ran off. She naturally cut in front of her and her parents, so a conversation was inevitable. Turns out she is leaving in a couple weeks to get her PhD. Holy cow, I just got my bachelors! Talk about a downer.

But then, I realized there was no ring on her finger. No child calling her mom. And I realized that I am the lucky one. My education is just as important to me as it is to her, our goals are just different. for once. I would not trade my family for any degree in the world. They are my pride and joy now. They are what is important.

Sure, it would be awsome to be called Dr. Alicia. But, honestly, I am Dr. mom, chef mommy, mama nurse.... and I am totally ok with that.

my strange situation

So I kinda have this strange situation.

I was/am (this technicality is a direct descendant of this strange situation I speak of) a dance minor.

The dance advisor is somewhat of a nutcase most days, really sweet lady, but totally not in our dimension most of the time. Well, I met with her spring semester (after spending months trying to set it up mind you because she never answers the phone or emails) and decided I had fulfilled all my requirements for graduation assuming I passed my classes. For such a conversation to count in the school's eyes, she had to document it on their online tracking system in addition to their records.

Well, apparently she didn't do it. On the second to last day of class I realized this and sent her an email. She responded and said she would get right on it the next day. Well, she obviously didn't, because it still isn't posted.

The dance department is gone ALL summer. And when I say gone, I mean don't read their emails for 3 months and just forget to EVER read them once school starts back up kind of gone. So reaching this lady has been fruitless.

So long story short I couldn't register for graduation.

Longer story shorter, I finished all my requirements for my degree yesterday.

So, I should be a college graduate.

but I'm not.

So instead of feeling accomplished and happy, I feel like little ol me.

So there is my situation. I "graduated" with an English degree yesterday. But I really didn't. Even though I did.

THE END

my cute little friends

So I remember the day I got my email address. I was in 7th grade, and my dear friend, Clarissa, showed me how to do it. I wanted something cool with numbers instead of words, and so the life of iwilldance4ever was born. I have tried to create newer ones, but this one just sticks for some reason. I have one that is a little more grown up, but I am pretty selective on who gets that one. It is mainly just for jobs and contacting school and whatnot.

So over the 10 or so years I have had this email, I have signed up for numerous accounts for what have you: from neopets to myspace. Consequently, I get about 80 junk emails a day. Sometimes I just go and look at all the nice people who want to talk to me.

such as:

50 plus online dating,
security camera,
Latino Singles,
and her cousin Asian Singles.
Bra
and I'm assuming her sister Candy, because she wants to "keep it sweet" as per what the subject says,
However Candy's arch enemy Liposuction pops up every once in a while.
also I have Shoes (ok, this one makes sense), and her old grandpa Stove.
I really wish Aircraft Loans and Bahamas are friends, because that would be pretty sweet.
Snowblower and Air Conditioner aren't very friendly though. For some reason Snowblower likes me more, because he writes me about twice a day.
These are just some of my dear friends on my first page, I have many more on pages 2-29.

Anywho, I really love all my friends in my junk mail.  Do you get similar little love letters? :)

Zzzzz

I love that I can be all the way up stairs and I still hear my husband snoring.

I honestly wonder how on earth I sleep at night.

Oh yes, that's right.

I don't.

On a side note: We had the house to ourselves this weekend. And you want to know what we did? Nothing.

And it was perfect

play by play of last weekend

We played all day on the jet skis. Woot woot! They were so much fun.

And then we fell off. I didn't want to fall off so I held on as long as I could. Thus creating this horrible problem of my less than tiny husband landing on the tiny ol' me.

Resulting in what I think is a broken nose. Or highly painful nose. That is swollen. And even hurts under the eye.

THE END!

Poem about syrup

I saw a boy,

Carrying 3 things of syrup.

None of them full, and none of them empty.

Walking, with a mission.

I truly hope those pancakes

Are as great as he looks

Carrying maple syrup all over campus.

Things my husband says...in his sleep.

Chris is sleeping. He rolled over gave me a kiss and asked "did you do your 15 feet before you came in?"

I said no and asked if he did. And he said no. I told him Rusty (our dog) did though and he gave me a funny look and then continued to snore.

What a silly boy.

poor Zoey

Well....it happened.

I've been waiting for the day. And here it is.

I officially have my "mom card."

How does one get a mom card you ask, as if the labor thing isn't enough.
As a woman, we are made to give birth. As a mom, we are made to give THE LOOK.

And that, my friend, is what happened.

Zoey was being naughty, and the third time she tried to do something I simply said her name and I was possessed and my eyes turned into lazers. And you know what? She actually stopped what she was doing!!!
I've attempted to give her the look, and it never worked. But this time I had no control over it. It just happened. The look has a very strong power over the victim, and today I found out it has power over the mom as well.

Woot! I am now a mom. Zoey and I are now on level ground in this fight known as parenting.

two stories and a half

One of my favorite teachers from high school won Barns and Noble national teacher of the year. They had a little reception thing yesterday. I had to go say hi and congratulations to her, and consequently see a lot of people I went to high school with. A lot of them were asking where Zoey was. To basically everyone I just said she was in bed. But to one of the few friends I actually got along with I told the truth. Which was:

I walked home from class ready to pick her up and found her playing with the puppy's poop on the stairs. Apparently it makes for great makeup. And is great for exfoliating feet. So I had to give her a bath and decided it would be best if she just put her in jamms and put her to bed since it was almost 8 by that time.

She said, well its a good thing she didn't eat it.

That reminded me of another story.

We are in the starting phases of potty training. The other day she was running around with a dress and no diaper. She was playing out on her deck. Jessica said "I think she is going potty." So we ran her to her potty. She had her hand between her legs, and when we pulled it down she had poop all over her hand. Yuck. So we hurried and cleaned her all up. I go back outside and see that she had already gone potty and there was a huge chunk of intestinal gold. Before I could grab something to pick it up, Rusty in all her glory ran over and grabbed it. Lovely..... So I spent a good 10 minutes...ok it was more like 30 seconds but still... running after a dog with a bunch of my daughters poop in her mouth. I guess I can cross that off my bucket list.

After I got about half way through the story I realized I had just spent 10 minutes talking to someone I have seen twice in the past 5 years about crap. Literally. I have such a potty mouth. And she, being the kind spirit she is just smiled and nodded at all the appropriate moments. It was at that moment that I realized that I have a hard time socializing with people who don't have children.


 Its crazy what one little person can do to my social skills.

second thoughts.

I starting to think it was a bad idea to put Zo on a bed by her self for the first time tonight.

Why?

Not because I'm worried she will fall off (I already worried about that and put pillows down under her), but because the dog is sleeping in the same room as all of us. And she keeps jumping on the bed and licking her face. This isn't going to end well.

emetophobia?!?

I have exciting news.

Maybe not for you so much. But for me.

If you remember my post not too long ago about Chris waking up with a bad taste in his mouth, you will recall that on several occasions I have mentioned my fear of throw up.

Well, ladys and gents, it turns out that that is a very legit phobia called emetophobia. And apparently it is one of the most common fears behind public speaking, spiders, and the dentist. Just most people don't mention it to others. It is so nice to realize that I'm not the only one that the slightest thought that someone may throw up puts me in a panic.

It is characterized by a general panic and anxiety of throwing up youself, or witnessing others do so. Many people avoid situations where throwing up is possible. (Like refusing to go on this one ride at the local amusement park because someone could throw up while I am on it).

They stay away from loved ones if they mearly mention the stomach bug. (ever read Voted Off? that is me to a T, unfortunately.)

Many people haven't thrown up themselves in a long time. I was 8, so its been 15 years. That constitutes a long time to me.

After reading a few things I have come to realize just how much this has influenced my life. My only reason behind not wanting to go into nursing is dealing with throw up. I went through 13 hours of drug free labor because a friend of mine said the epidural made her sick. I run away from my sick husband. I don't like being in crowded places because I won't know if someone will spew all over my on accident. I even go to the second stall in the bathroom because tiny elementary me decided that people in a hurry to throw up go to the first one. I'm pretty sure I could come up with a few more situations if I thought hard enough.

I also read that it might have something to do with feeling out of control at some point, and that emotional state has menifested into a psychological one. This reason actually makes a ton of sense. When I actually started acknowledging the fact that I hated throw up is around the same time I felt as if my world was turned upside down, put in a blender, and sucked throu a twirly straw. I hope that this understanding of my condition will help me overcome it.

I feel silly telling Chris I want to go to a therapist about something a silly as barf-ola, so that won't happen any day soon. But, maybe one day I will be able to accept that this is a part of me, but doesn't have to rule my life. Until that day, I got this nifty little blog and I'll spill my stomach contents for all of blogland to read and ponder.

Puppy VS Toddler

Puppies:
No thumbs...so they can't open doors if fully clothed.

Toddlers:
Open doors for puppies who can't.

Puppies:
Run away when they get outside from the door that was originally closed.

Toddlers:
Chase said puppy.

Mother:
Can't catch two small children for an hour.

my battle with a mouse at 4 in the morning.

Remember how I have a cute little puppy?

Well last night cute little puppy woke up and was playing on the ground by our bed. I got up to see what she was playing with, and as I did I heard a strange squeaking noise. I first thought it was Rusty. But she was on the other side of the room. I let it go at that.

Then a few minutes later, I heard it again.

The third time I woke up the husband and said I think there is a mouse under our bed.

We waited and waited. Nothing.

I moved to turn on the light and there it was again. A tiny strange squeak.

Then, it hit me. I had a water bottle in the bed before I fell asleep and didn't put it on the night stand.

So I courageously looked between our bed and the wall to find a squished up water bottle. I moved the bed to see if that was the noise. And it sure was.

Chris gave me the death look saying "you really woke me up from my slumber so you can pick up a water bottle."

But its ok. I won the mouse bottle battle.

memory...?

Do you ever get a random memory? And when I say random, I really mean random in every sense of the word.

I am doing homework listening to some soothing music. I then think of listening to Enya with my dad.

I then go back in time to second grade where we are listening to Enya. For some reason I knew who it was and other classmates didn't. We were in the far corner of the room by the maps and date way up by the ceiling. Which was 1996 by the way. The one was pink or red and the 6 was green. I can't remember what colors the 9s were. A group of kids surrounding me asking if it was _____ or ______. A girl named Rachel guessed one, then a boy named Chris guessed. And he actually got it right. I remember not wanting all the kids to leave me so I didn't want to say that he was right. And so I whispered he was right in his ear. And then everyone knew that he was right anyway. And so I a lot of them left me. I remember thinking, I should have whispered to everyone if they were wrong or right.

How on earth does this almost pointless memory last, while I have a hard time remembering all the details of my wedding or when Zoey was born?

bad taste

Chris and I ate some ice cream while watching a movie tonight. We both fell asleep.

I woke up to Chris in the bathroom coughing. And if you remember, I have a fear of throw up. (I know, not a good fear for someone going in the health care field). So I go in panic mode and cover my head with a pillow.

He comes in and I ask if he is ok. He said he woke up with a throw up taste in his mouth so he ran in there just in case. But otherwise, feels fine. He then continues to eat a fruit roll up. I realize that I have a funny taste in my mouth too.

Is that what throw up tastes like? ick.

I then realize that it is from the ice cream we ate moments before falling asleep.

He feels better. I feel better.

Chris comes back to bed and tells me "I love fruit roll-ups. They make the world good," and falls asleep.

I, however, am left awake with a bad taste in my mouth. No fruit roll-ups to make it better. And an over active brain that is still on hyper barf alert.

Great...

playdough, rice crispy treats, and two parks! What more can a lil girl ask for.

Today I woke up kinda early. Ok. it was only 9. But Zo was still asleep so I actually got some stuff done. I did my hair and makeup! That never happens around here. Then I decided to make Zoey some playdough. Its actually really easy! I'm all for easy. AND there is no nastyness in it. Its all edible...not that a bunch of salt, flour, oil, and water actually tastes good.

Zoey woke up around 10:30. Which was heaven since she hasn't been sleeping good and has be on one for the last couple days. I gave her the playdough to play with. She wasn't a fan. She just pushed it out of her way and pretended it wasn't there. But I guess that's ok. I doesn't look all that pretty. And we all know that Zoey loves pretty things. We will try again when she is a little bigger.

Then we got this bright idea to go to the park with the puppy. Then we got an even greater idea to go to the park with Connor. He is a little boy who was born roughly 1455 minutes after Zoey. I went to school with his mom, Bridget, back in the day, but she was a grade above me. Then we became facebook friends when we were pregnant and started reading each other's blogs. We have wanted to get them together for a while, especially since he is obsessed with cows like Zo.

So we went to the park. Zoey was strange and just wanted to be help or sit on my lap. Connor on the other hand was having a fabulous time running everywhere. She was the smart mommy and brought a camera. So you can see the fabulous playdate here. You will laugh. She is pretty darn funny. And Connor is a cutie.
But you can see for yourself.

We got home and surprised dad with so rice crispy treats. I have been having a hankerin for some crispy rice mallow goodness for a while now. So I figured today would be a perfect day.

Zo actually liked this part of the day. Go figure. Bribe her with food and she is golden.

(Yes, I stuck a fork in it and called it done. ha ha ha ha. I am one funny person.)



We ended the day with a "big salad" (also known as a salad with anything I can find that is salad like. Today it was chicken, bacon, saltine crackers (Its a hubby thing...but pretty good actually!) and cucumber.) and some worn out children.

Dinner tomorrow

So I was doing a little blog surfin and found two recipes of delicious goodness.

baked "healthy" fries

And cheesecake-stuffed-strawberries. Say Whaaaa?!?

So I got fries and dessert. Now to find the main dish....any idea?

My puppy

....likes to spoon when we sleep and puts her front paws around me. Talk about awkward...

Oh what's in a name....

People misspell my name all the time. I'm used to it.

But, when it is something that is supposed to be "professional" you would think the person would double check the spelling.

I don't know why it upsets me. If you are going to list everyone who has ever been there, you better list them correctly. And I'm not the only one that is wrong. Which makes me even more upset. They just didn't care what they were doing. Don't just do your job half way. If you do it, do it right.

So, boys and girls, the moral of this story is if you are going to misspell something, you better make sure it isn't someone's name. Because that makes them upset.

Do you ever wonder...

if McDonalds employees play in the playground area in the early hours and there are little to no customers?

I do.

Because I so would.

I know my heart, I know my mind.

...I know that I'm stuck up behind.

My mom used to say that to me all the time. But all kidding aside...

This is why I can't do much grocery shopping by myself. I tell her no, and she starts Tantrum WWIII.

Yes, this is her being angry with mom, not just being silly.

country

We have been spending a lot of time with the in-laws.

in the country.

And when I say country, I mean country. One morning I woke up, looked out the window and 2 cows were walking down the road. Its THAT country.

But its perfect.

There is something so refreshing about not having the hoard of people you get in the city. You can't just hop in your car to go to the movie or shopping. You have to figure out creative things to do with your time. We spend lots of time with the family. We take walks to the park. Go to the lake. Have picnics. Take Zoey to see the "oooos," AKA Cows. Its perfect.

I really want to move there one day.

While I am still getting over my city girl ways...I couldn't think of a better place to raise our family. There is such a large sense of community there. That's something I always have valued.

The only problem is that most people make their living by farming. And, well, that includes having a ton of land. And that is probably not in our cards right now. or ever. The other people work out of town. My father in law drives almost 2 hours to work one way. Or at one of the 3 gas stations, the subway, or Dairy Queen. I'm not getting a degree to make people sandwiches. Even though there is nothing wrong with that. Its just not what I want to do.

And so, for now, we are stuck visiting as often as we can. *Sigh*

change of heart

I'm one of those people that will think and think and think and think everything over. And so it takes me forever to make up my mind on big important things. And so sometimes Chris has to kick me and say just make up your mind. Our life is full of impulses that we had thought about for a long time but were "waiting" for the perfect time, and then we said lets do it. Key example, Zoey's pierced ears. We had talked about waiting or getting them pierced forever. Then one day we were at the mall and had no where to go for an hour so we just said lets get her ears pierced. and so we did.

That being said....

We got a puppy!!!!

We have been talking about getting a dog for a long time. (our rule was first get a plant, then a fish, then a dog, and THEN a baby. That obviously didn't happen. but a dog has always been on the list).Then my husband's friend had puppies and we were going to get one, but decided that they were going to grow too big. But that got our puppy heart rolling, and so by the end of the weekend we found the perfect dog.

Her name is Rusty.

Getting her has helped me appreciate the present. For a long time now I have been thinking "when we have a house," or "when I can be pregnant" or "when I graduate" yada yada yada. I've been putting so much focus of the future life I am going to have. But why? I have a perfect family. A perfect house. A perfect life. there is no need to spend so much thought into the future when I have so much going for me right now in this moment.

I'm so grateful that we took the plunge and added this little angel to our life. She is perfect.


PS Happy 100th post!!!! woot!!

Bath Monster

Today I thought we would have fun and give Zoey a big, fun bubble bath.

Every young child's dream, right???

NOPE!

I'm pretty sure this is what she saw...

Becase she was horribly horribly scared of the bubbles.

The End.

Today is a good day.

Lets jump back in time to July 2009. I was big and pregnant. And found a delicious new candy.

Then fast forward to August 2009. I found out I had gestational diabetes, so the best part of pregnancy was ripped away from me. I could now no longer eat candy guilt free. Instead any bite of basically anything was full of guilt because I had a very hard time controlling it. And so my life of enjoying these fabulous tangy filled twizzler twists was no more.

October 2009, my sugar was constantly low due to an antibiotic I was taking, so what did I decide to be my first sugary goodness in months. Twizzlers. And thus my love for theme were rekindled.

After Zoey was born my husband bought me like 3 bags.

Well about 8-10 months ago they stopped selling them at Wal-mart. Every once in a while we could find them at other stores, but not all the time, and if we did they were double the price. And so I thought my life with these babies were coming to a close again.

And then today, May 9, 2011, we found them at Wal-mart again!!!!! We bought a bag. And it is now gone.

Today is a good day. Its almost like finding out that my pet goldfish didn't actually die and was swimming in the toilet after all. 

I Am

I AM


I am a wife, and a mother. But mostly I'm me.
I wonder if I'm following where I'm led.
I hear my daughter's laughter.
I see a room full of toys.
I want a family who knows they're loved.
I am a wife, and a mother. But mostly I'm me.

I pretend to dance on stage: standing ovation.
I feel so very blessed.
I touch his hand, and know he's mine.
I worry that I worry too much.
I cry when I watch cartoons.
I am a wife, and a mother. But mostly I'm me.

I understand life isn't one size fits all.
I believe in Heavenly Father's Plan.
I dream of a backyard.
I try to put make up on every day.
I hope to grow old together.
I am a wife, and a mother. But mostly I'm me.

work out

Does anyone know what I am doing wrong and why I can't get youtube videos to post on here right???

Anywho, you gotta watch this video. Chris and I decided we should start being more active. I think we are going to start with this exercise program. What do you think?

http://youtu.be/PyxpXgS5deU

So I found out that a girl I used to dance with got offered a company position. How cool is that!?!

I had bitter sweet thoughts at the news thinking "if I only....I could be there too." But then I remembered if I did do that then I wouldn't be where I am now. And this is perfect. Granted, we don't have everything. We have our ups and downs (more so when Chris was working in the elevators at work... tee hehe). But we have eachother. And that, my friend, is what makes this crazy world worth it.

I tried to find a video of my friend dancing, but she doesn't exist on youtube yet. but she will eventually. just wait.

But until that time enjoy this.

<iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HeiPdcGw1yw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>

Ok. so I am too lazy to figure out how to get that to work right. So just click it and watch it on youtube. seriously.

Mmmmm... Pepper!

Zoey imitates what she sees. And she sees more than I realized.

Today we were at Olive Garden and she grabbed the salt and pepper. She proceeded to DUMP the pepper on her food. Then she took a bite and somehow she managed to give the biggest face of disgust, while saying Mmmmm at the same time. Funniest moment of the day.

Chris and I don't put salt and pepper on our food, besides in the cooking process. She stays at my Grammy's house a lot and she has to salt everything she eats because she doesn't get enough sodium. And so, she was just trying to be like her great grandma. But apparently she didn't know that it would make her food icky in the process.
:)

Public Service Announcement 3

When you are in line at the post office and the lady in front of you has a screaming toddler, her quickly stepping out of line to grab her screaming toddler is not her being nice and letting you take her place. This is especially so if she is next in line and you have 5 long complicated things to mail. So next time you are in this position, please give the mom with a crazy child her place back and do not glare at her for asking if she can get back in her place. Because, you never know if said mother and child had already been in this predicament TWICE. And both times was the nice people and went to the back of the line. By the third time of waiting for 10 minutes her patience may potentially be slightly less than say 30 minutes ago when she walked in the post office doors.

Good News/Bad News

Good News: I am going to have super soft skin.
Bad News: I washed myself with conditioner, and didn't realize until I was out of the shower.

Good News: The semester is over in 3 days.
Bad News: I still have sooooo much work to do before its over.

Good News: I decided to blog about lathering up with conditioner instead of write a paper.
Bad News: There really isn't any bad news with that besides still having to write papers. But, you got a good insight into where my brain is at the moment.

different forms

I don't even know where to start.

I got published in our schools literary journal. I was 1 of 7 short stories in it. I was on the short story staff my freshman year and we had like 40 entries, so there were probably about the same this year. So I was pretty proud of my work.

I had a strange feeling though after I read it in the book. It was a very personal story. And I gave the main character my name. So now there will be who knows how many people I don't know who will read it. And that's a scary thought. Now, I realize that is a silly thought for me to write on a public blog that the whole world can technically read. But here I can hide behind the fact that unless you personally know me, you don't really know me by reading this. My story on the other hand, shows a lot more than I think I would ever post on here. So that is scary.

But that is what I wanted, right? right.

My friend gave me a few ideas on how I could turn it into the book I dream of at night. It will happen one day. It will.

But, all that aside, the true reason of this post comes from the fact that I emailed my old English teacher saying I was published and I wanted to send her one. She responded quickly saying what a blessing it was to hear from me since she had been thinking of me lately. (We have kind of kept in touch since I graduated). Then she told me that her husband is very sick and has a webpage about him.

And so I read it. And I cried. No one should have to go through the struggles they are going through. She is such a strong person. And he has pushed every time frame they have given him. People don't just survive what he has unless they love their family so deeply, and have endless support and love from them. Please pray for their family. Cancer is an evil disease.

While I was reading the journal, I picked Zoey up with tears running down my face. She was upset because she wanted something or other and looked at me. She put her hand to my face and put her head on my shoulder. Comforting me. What a little angel I have. I think this was the first thing I have witnessed her understanding sadness and compassion. I love her.

Love: it comes in different form.

voted off

Today I decided that I am a bad wife.
Why?

Well, you see, I have this horrible fear of throw up. No joke. I get all cold and clammy just thinking about it. I haven't done it since I was 8. And that was mainly because I choked on an apple peal. I've somehow surpassed a full pregnancy barf-free, which at times wasn't an easy task.

That being said, my husband has the stomach flu. Luckily I was at school during the brunt of it. But when I was home, he kindly ran to the downstairs bathroom. But, i have a very small house, so I was still sitting in the farthest corner with my computer up and could still hear it. *Shivers* He stayed down there to take a bath and I cleaned up a bit upstairs. After a while I went down to check up on him. He isn't looking too good. He asked for another blanket...which is proof on just how bad he is feeling as he sleeps with only a sheet in the dead of winter. He had me text his boss to say he isn't going to make it and bring him a small glass of 7up.

You might be thinking that I have been a good wife doing all this. But just wait.

I gave him his drink and he was mumbling and said he didn't want it. So I put it on the window ledge above the bed. Then as I was leaving he asked where I put it. So I went over to grab it for him And just as I got over to his side of the bed he made a sudden jerk up. And what was my gut instinct? Run away as fast as I could. And so I did. I ran away from my dear, sick husband all the way out the room and up 2 stairs before I realized he wasn't going to spew, but was just using all his energy to get to a partially seated position to drink it. Boy, did I feel bad. So I hurried back, gave him his drink, and emptied the garbage can in the room just in case.

And this, my friends, is why I should be voted off the good wives club.

M.I.A

I swear I'm still alive. I was gone last week at a dance conference. This week I'm busy catching up from being gone last week. And today my husbands Great Grandma passed away so we are going to be gone all weekend. I'm so grateful we decided to go visit her a few weeks ago. It was pretty sudden. So I know Zoey won't have any memories of her, I will at least since I have only met her once for my wedding and one other time before that. So that being said, I will probably by mia for another week. I promise there will be some amazing posts coming up.

Dreams from last night.

First dream from last night.

Chris decided to have a jet ski battle with these people from the mob when we were in Las Vegas. Then we couldn't find where we parked them. So he called to cancel. But they didn't like that idea. So they found him and decided to beat him up outside in a mini golf course while I was inside a building. Jake, the UPS guy from Staples, came to deliver something to that building and I told him that I was scared and he should call the cops. So he did. Then I ran out of the building into NewYork New York hotel leaving my purse and my shoes in the building. When the bad people came back for me they thought someone kidnaped me. I stole a blue dress from a store in hopes that they would call the police on me and I'd run back to where Chris was. Then I woke up. 


Second dream of the night.

We were practicing for my dance festival thing I'm going to on Wednesday at the U for some reason. Chris made me drive him to work, and I didn't know that is what I was doing so I didn't have my dance cloths with me. So I dug in my car and found a few things. Then when I got there a girl from High School I wasn't too fond of was there and making fun of my cloths. She literally made me kiss her feet. Then the 5 girls in my dance decided to cancel rehersal and find her and make her pick up everyones socks.


Third dream from last night.

We were performing our dance. But we didn't know we were dancing that day, so 5 minutes before we ran to the stage. We didn't have our hair done, and some of us didn't even have the costume on. We were doing horrible. And after someone fell off the stage and we couldn't do a lift we decided to just bow and call it good.



I'm not sure what I ate last night, but I'm pretty sure it didn't like me. And no, Charlotte, these are not pregnant dreams.

Its 11:56.

I'm giddy.

Why am I giddy you ask???

Because I'm pregnant!!!!

I kid. I kid. But I really am giddy because I just found out that a short story I wrote last summer is getting published by my schools literary journal. I'm super duper excited. One may even call this emotion, dare I say, giddy. Ahhhhh!!!!! I'm going to be a published author. I'm so happy I can scream. But I don't want to wake up baby.

I've needed some good news. Seriously.

The only sad thing is that everyone is asleep who I want to tell. And so here I am on blogger spilling my excitement out on the internet for all to see.

friday confessions

*I'm writing this as my little one is still running around in her night diaper.
*But she is so entertained with an ipod and a phone remote I can't bare to stop her.
*Or dare to get in the middle of her playing and have WWIII.
*Zo is still pretty cute when she has her little melt downs...
*And sometimes I can't help but laugh a little on the inside.
*Or want to scream. Depending on the melt down and its location.
*She just brought me a diaper...I think thats a sign!!!

wanting

I'm having a day... or should I say night. I get like this every once in a while. But I'm left "wanting" something. I don't like wanting or wishing on something I can't physically set my mind on to make happen. What I hate worse than wanting something, is feeling guilty that wanting something new negates what I already have. I tell Chris "can't you just be happy with what we have" at least once a week. So does wanting something else make what I have now any less? Am I any less happy? Because, I couldn't be happier with life. ...except maybe if I was graduated and had an idea what I want to do when I grow up. I love my little family. I love how understanding and loving Chris is. I love watching zo grow and learn...such things as putting two chairs together to jump on. So I hate looking at something and yearning for that to be me. Those moments to be mine. But as much as I hate it, I can't help it. It comes. Its here.

Time Alicia.Time.



This is all code for Baby Bug has infected me ...again.

Workout

Tonight I tried the best new workout tonight.

Its called Tickle Monster Extreme.

First, you warm up by jumping off the stairs right in front of the fairy princess. This produces a giggly child that runs away from you.

You then run around the strange circle some brilliant architect created in your house for 30 minutes trying to do the Tickle Monster Attack.

During this thirty minutes there are spurts of hiding, crawling, laughing, and, of course, tickling!!!

After the Tickle Monster Extreme workout is over, you have successfully burned 10000 calories if done right, tired out the fairy princess, and spent the last 30 minutes having the best time in both of your lives.



PS- today was my last day at my job. I am now officially a stay at home mom...minus the whole student thing. And the substitute dance teacher thing. (Its amazing how new doors open at just the right time. I had interviewed for this dance school back in May. I had gone through 3 interviews and they said that they will get back to be to train to be a sub. Well, they never did. So I just shrugged it off. Then the day after I put my two weeks in, I got the call asking if I wanted to train. Its the perfect job for me. I can legitimately say no if I don't want to work. But I have the option to work if I need to. I taught for the first time last Thursday, it was so much fun!! They called me today but I had class. So I think it will be a good thing. I am so grateful for Heavenly Father listening to my prayers. This change is soooooooooo needed.)

What does it matter

In the course of a life, what does it matter?

I read Walk Two Moons by Sharon Creech for school, its a pretty good book. Not my favorite. BUT it did have these cute little fortunes, if you will. And one forture was In the course of a life, what does it matter?

It really got me thinking, what does it matter? I've been so stressed lately with work, school, applying to nursing school, family, birthdays, tantrums..... That I've kinda just been going on autopilot. I really need to stop and think. What does it matter if I have dishes waiting to be cleaned, when I have a daughter trying to get me to play with her? These moments aren't going to come back.

 I'll always get another dirty dish, I won't always get Zoey as she is today.

Public Bathrooms

Lets pretend that this is day 23 of some blog challenge that I have been doing. Because I don't want to admit that I'm willingly posting my thoughts about public bathrooms for the world. But, anywho. Here it goes.


Day 23: What are your thoughts on Public Restrooms?

I remember my first day of 1st grade. My teacher showed the class where the big kid bathrooms were. And the were separated into girls and boys bathrooms. Until this point, the entire class shared a single bathroom that was attached to the classroom. This was the first time I realized there was a difference between girls and boys. I didn't understand it, but I just went with it.

I also remember the first time I had to USE the big kid bathrooms. I tried to hold it in all day. I remember this working for a while, but not forever. This was a traumatizing moment in my life. Not only did I have to walk the halls of the school alone, but I also had to figure out how to use the darn toilet. Apparently my mom always flushed for me, because I had no idea that the silver thing around foot height was the flusher. I was probably in there for a good 10 minutes crying because I didn't know what to do. Sad sad day.

It was in this bathroom that I developed a strange habit. Never go in the first stall. Why? Because if you are in a hurry to throw up, you would run into the first one. Apparently, I have been scared of throw up for a long time now.

When I was pregnant I had a hard time switching up my skip the first stall mato. But when you really gotta go for the 50th time in an hour you do not skip over a decently clean stall, because who knows what lies behind door number 2, 3, or 4.  Now that I am very not pregnant, I have returned to my skip the first rule. I think its more of a comfort thing than fear of using the barf toilet. But, perhaps that still lies within me still.

Another "pregnant potty" habit I picked up (and kept) is to not use the initial 2 squares of the tp that is dangling out of the dispenser. In my pregnant head, I didn't want ANYTHING getting ANYWHERE close to my baby. And since who knows who ripped the last piece of toilet paper off, I was not going to get even a micronano droplet of someone's germs on me. So, I ripped it off. Depending on the condition the bathroom was in when I got there decided if I just ripped and dropped (if it was already really messy with toilet paper on the floor), or ripped and flushed (clean floors). Either way,  the part of the toilet paper that I used was only touched by me. That made me feel somewhat in control of what was going on with Zoey.


And so there you have it, my strange thoughts on the public restrooms. Which, apparently is not my first time talking about bathrooms. Which, now that I think about it is kind of an odd thing to talk about. But that is what Day 23 said to do. So I guess it was all fair game.

Artichokes and other stuff

I've come to realize that life isn't going to be all cutesy-wootsy like in the movies. I'm not going to run to my husband at full force and leap gracefully into his arms. You know, life gets in the way too much for that. ....Or the kitchen table. There just isn't enough room in our house to get that good of a running start.

I watch those chick flicks and at those perfect moments when everyone says awwww, and the select few who were graced with over abundant tear ducts are crying away I get a tinge in my heart saying I want that back. Because our whole courtship was one awwww moment after another it seams like. But then I get to thinking, we do have that. More so now than ever. It just manifests itself differently.

We have generally been the type who don't really do much for Valentine's day. (besides when we got engaged, but that's a different story). I've decorated a paper bag to put his lunch in once. That was kind of fun. But nothing tooo out of the ordinary. But this day was different. I was stressed to the max. Actually I'd say above the max. Anywho, I get home and look in the kitchen. And what did Chris cook? An artichoke. You can't say love better than an artichoke. Seriously. It was at that time that I got that heart melting feeling all over again. The fact that I wasn't planning on anything special made it even more special. He is silly like that. Doing things at the most practical time, while being a total surprise.

A friend of mine is going through a major freak out about texting their date back the next day or wait a while. I say don't play around. Don't over analyze. Love is more than just doing things by the book. Its about going with your gut and hoping that their gut is saying the same thing. If you are on the same page, then life will suddenly get a lot more oooie goooie. If you do over analyze, chances are they will too. And that often times doesn't involve good things.

In the end, we have so many people screaming what "love" should be like. It should be what you want it to be, not what others say. We need more than just a cheat sheet of equations to take to this test, because no set of equations are ever alike. (and love should never involve cheating of any kind). No one will ever see love the way you do. And you will probably never see it the same way twice.

This is starting to become a rambling mess. So I think I'm going to end this now. Perhaps something better will come to mind next time. Until then, please enjoy the music while the party is reached.....

 

great news

My week was something like this:

Sunday- work or in scipio. Never at home. or at our home ward.
Monday- Work 8-3:30. School 5-8:30
Tuesday- School 9-1:30 and 4-6
Wednesday- Help Grammy 8-12 Work 3-9
Thursday- School 9-3:30
Friday- School 10-2 Work (sometimes) 3-9
Saturday- work 9-5 or in Scipio or dancing in a performance.



Do you notice anything?

No Zoey Mommy time. No cuddle with the husband. No homework.

I've practically been a walking zombie for the past 2 months. Apparently everyone around me was noticing. Which kind of makes me mad because I was trying hard to appear strong and that it wasn't bothering me.

Well, we sat down and figured out how I can stay home with Zoey. And it worked. With a little help from my family. I'm going to clean my dads house once a week instead of paying him our car insurance. (he pays it in a lump sum every year and we pay him back monthly. Or else we did pay him back monthly).

I gave me two weeks Monday. And since then I have been able to walk around and not be weighed down. I've used the phrase "a weight off my shoulders" many times. But never did I truly understand the weightlessness that comes from that. Its more than a figure of speech.

And so starting in two weeks (the longest two weeks of my life), I won't be the crazy woman trying not to pull her hair out. I'll actually be a mommy again. I'll be able to be a loving wife, who actually cleans. AND I just might pass all my classes now! woot woot!

just one of those days

Yesterday was one of those days that just don't go right.

First, I can't find my keys. After 20 minutes I looked in my car. It was unlocked. And there were my keys, hidden under Zoey's Kobe Bear. The positive side of me would say how lucky I was that my car was unlocked and didn't get broken into. But the negative me focused on the fact that this made me late for work.


Then, as I was walking in the parking lot at work my foot grazed over a used condom that was on the ground. GROSS GROSS GROSS GROSS GROSS!!!!!!! There is no positive moments about this....


Then, my car wouldn't turn on during my lunch. Lovely. But it turned on 10 minutes later for some reason. So the positive person would be happy that it did turn on, but the negative side of me is still pretty upset at my car for taking away my precious lunch time.

After work, I can't find anyone to know where Zoey is. So I just go home without my lil baby to leave 50 minutes later for school. Chris put her to bed early before I got home. So I only saw her for the 10 minutes it takes to wake her up, plop her in the car, and drop her off. I need my Zoey fix.

But, on a positive note, this may be the end of a negative chapter in my life. I'm really hoping for all who are involved that this is it.

Also, we found out that Zoey is going to have yet another boyfriend. (this isn't a bad thing, btw). She is the only girl out of all our friends. Maybe its a sign that I'm going to have to give her a sister soon. *Sigh*

pplz anz dur language

So I have a confession. I watch Teen Mom 2 every week. It just so happens to be on the night that I don't work or have school, and there isn't any other show on. But excuses aside, I watch it weekly. I am not going to comment on some of the girls motherlyness, or lack there of. Because who am I to judge on how to raise a child. What is right for me isn't right for everyone.

That being said, I stooped on the MTV website to watch some of the after shows they have on there. (Yes, I should be studying. Or at least filling out applications.) During this time I scrolled down to read some of the comments people have posted. And all I can say is what are schools teaching people?

We Do Not Need To Capitalize Every Word In A Sentence--Or The Paragraph For That Matter. A simple capital letter at the first of the sentence and other important words such as I will be sufficient. Why on earth would you even want to type like that. I can kinda see if they were handwriting this comment., but Pushing The Shift Button For Every Word Is Freakin Annoying (to both the writer and the reader!).

An plzzzzzzzz, stop makn xcuses 4 not bing able 2 spell. Dis type of riting iz hard 2 read an understadz. I'm all for shortening things to free up 2 seconds of your life, but I would think its harder to come up with cleaver ways to spell stuff. U You are not going to go over your allotted text message space, so you can spell words out. Its ok. I promise you won't die. Or have a stroke. Or get eaten up my fuzzy insects. Use proper English and a spell check. It will make you look a lot more intelligent. (And I say this in the nicest way possible because I am a horrible speller, and have been known to not run spell check before I post something. That can get imbrizin.)

Also, the little button on the bottom row, between the < and the ? obtains the magic power to put your thoughts into one concise sentence. It is sometimes considered a novelty, apparently. But, I have heard that using a period at the end of a sentence is still acceptable in the English language. So repeat after me. A proper sentence starts with a capital letter and ends with punctuation.

I don't know what worries me the most: the fact that people posted this on the Internet knowing that it wasn't right, or positing it on the Internet and not knowing it was wrong and improper. Are schools not teaching people correctly? Because, honestly  the whole capital letter thing should have been taught in first grade, and fixed in every other grade after that. I hope I'm not being naive in saying that my high school education taught me how to write pretty darn well. Why do these poor people not understand this. Or do they, and just not care. Are they being "individuals" by defying the conventions of modern English? Or perhaps its just the English Major coming out in me.

Ok, now that that is off my chest, I can go watch my guilty pleasure. :)

Welcome!

Welcome to my new blog. I will just be adding to  Journey of a WAHM Wannabe posts. But for the last couple of months my posts have had very little to do with trying to be a WAHM. I don't want to be confined by the name of my blog so here it is: Completely A-Z. Its just going to be stories of my life, anything about it from me, Alicia, to Zoey, my daughter (Hence the name, Completely A-Z).

And on the 27638765834987637 day Sharlicia was created

My friend wrote a few posts about her best friends, and it inspired me to bare it all Sharlicia style. Just the name Sharlicia shows that we have been friends for way too long. To understand us you must first understand the name. Her name is Charlotte. Somewhere in high school I nicknamed her Sharla and would write all my "notes" to Sharla and not Charlotte. My name isn't as cool as hers so my nick name was just Licia. (one reason why I wanted my baby to have a nickname-able name. but that is a totally different post). And somehow, somewhere we formed Sharlicia. And the world hasn't been the same since.


I should start from the beginning. Charlotte and I attended the same private school since I started Kindergarten. I knew her only as the other small girl in the grade before me. Once our school was doing a silent auction and I really wanted this beanie baby. I remember waiting outside the door when they were figuring out all the winners and such and listening to this girl talk to her parents about wanting THE SAME BEANIE BABY. I honestly can't remember who won. But knowing both of our fathers, it was a battle to the end.

Our school combined the 7th and 8th grade. On my first day of 7th grade our teacher gave us some personality test that divided us into colors. I want to say I was an orange, but I could be wrong. Anyways, Charlotte was in the same group. We talked about a few things and I remember going home and telling my mom I think I made a friend. Little did either of us knew the extent of the friendship.

Our desks got put next to each other and we  got in a lot of trouble talking about me being in The Nutcracker and dogs and who knows what else. There was a lot of middle school girl drama, so we ended up becoming real close. Christmas break was the start of the Epic Sleepovers that basically involved us going to one persons house for a few days and once we got too annoying we'd go to the other house.

The school year came to a close and Charlotte graduated. This was a sad time knowing that she wouldn't be there the next year. But we definitely made up for it in the summer with some uberly epic Epic Sleepovers. She went to high school and I finished up 8th grade. We didn't see each other much. I like to call it "the lost year."

Charlotte switched schools for her sophomore year. This happened to be the school that basically my whole 8th grade class went to. (There were only about 8 of us, so that really isn't that big of a deal). I begged and begged to go there, but my parents decided that the public school in my neighborhood woulde better. It wasn't. And I was miserable. I remember spending hours on AIM talking to her about her school and would leave little messages for my dad to find about it. Eventually after weeks of crying they finally gave in and I switched schools over Christmas Break.

To Be Continued...

Please read- it could save your child's life.

I just read this story about a family who is grieving the loss of they little boy. My heart goes out to that family. I know what I am going to do as soon as my husband gets home. We are securing the dressers and book case. Even if he says it can't fall I am going to be the advocate here. And I ask all of you who have young children at home or even just visit for a weekend please look at your furniture.

break

I'm sorry, but I will be taking a break from the blog for a while. Its a bit much for me to be going to school full time and working 25ish hours a week with Zoey. So to be the best mommy I can be this is going to have to go to the side for a while. The semester ends in April, so expect a nice sorry I've been gone so long blog.

But on a happy note, I'm taking a Children's Lit class so I'm reading 29 books. Thats not the happy part, the happy part is that Zoey's Library will be increasing a lot this semester, and we will be spending some fun time at the Library. :)