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? :)

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.

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.

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.

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. 

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.....

 

Markstra

You know those things that you have to fill out random letters to post things. (Oh my gosh, Alicia, use English when you type.)




You know the "word verification" boxes where you have to type in random letters to post, say a comment on a blog. I might be crazy, but I like to pretend they are real words and make up definitions. Today, my word was "Markstra."


Markstra. V.
     To point at with great joy and excitement.

In a sentence: My daughter likes to markstra at her night light everytime she walks past it. Sometimes, her markstring casuses a delay in bed time, as she has to stop and look at every detail of it and make sure mom sees this cool giver of light as well.

How to survive Walmart.

My husband worked in the Tire Lube Express (TLE) at Walmart when we were dating and our first few months of marriage. We learned a lot of things on how to not get overwhelmed by the hoards of people. I've narrowed it down to 4 easy steps.


1-Do not park at the front entrances. Simply drive to the back or side to the TLE. Most people don't realise they can park in the tiny parking lot there. But you can. It not only helps with finding a parking spot, but also with step three.


2-Say hi to the TLE worker at the desk. They may ask if you are getting your car serviced. Don't let this scare you about being parked there. Its ok. Trust me.


3-Shop. There really isn't a trick to this part. But have a game plan, it helps a bit.


4-Check at with the TLE worker at the desk. Often times they are just sitting there waiting for something to do. So help them pass the time by letting them check you out. Every once in a while there will be someone there, but chances are even then you won't be waiting for 30 minutes like everyone else at the front check stands. Also, if there is a line sometimes they get someone else to help out. That means that there are 2 people helping maybe 3 customers. That's a much better customer/employee ratio than anywhere else there. Make sure you say thanks for helping you out. This is especially helpful if you are alone with your children because you don't have to sit by all those impulse buys that they like to grab. :)


 

And that, my friend, is how we do Walmart. 

Public Service Announcement

I'm all for public bathrooms. They are the constant in an incontinent world.

 However, they do not clean themselves. So please, if you leave a mess on the toilet seat please please please take care of it. Because there will be a girl who writes an amazingly entertaining blog who will clean said mess, and will thus write about your poop on the Internet. Now you don't want that, and I don't want to really clean it up. So lets make a deal and just not leave nasty messes for the retail associate to spend an hour cleaning up. k? k.

It's like being underwater...but not.

In my 14 months of being a mommy I have discovered my super power of being able to breath only through my mouth. Why is this unique or blogworthy you may ask? Well you see, it is very useful.


See these examples:

1-THE diaper.

     You know the one I'm talking about. Like when you are at the grocery store and there is a screaming child on the other end of the aisle. It's not the screaming that notifies you that there is a unhappy 1 year old down there, but rather the stench she left behind when she was sitting right where you are standing looking for the butter beans. It just so happens that that poor, unhappy child will soon get her diaper changed. And her poor, unhappy mother will unleash the fury within the diaper. This is the moment that being able to breath solely with one's mouth is a servival skill.

2-What goes down, tends to come up.

     Chrildren throw up. It happens. And when it happens it just so happens to get all over your hair, feet, shirt, airmpit.... And cute, sick baby decides its squishyness is fun to play with and rub in the carpet, and then do it again. Yay more squishy stuff!!! Obviously,  you can't rely her to clean it all up. And so you must do so without throwing up yourself. And so mommy survival skill comes up again...pardon the pun.



3-The husband

     Husbands do silly things. My husband likes to take a lot of left overs to work. He also likes to come inside our house as fast as possible once he gets home from work. This makes him forget his tuperwear containers from his lunch, and so every Friday he cleans out his car and brings them all in for ME to clean. Some smell kinda grose. But tolerable, especially with my new skill.

Sometimes when it snows he takes my car because it is 4 wheel drive. And so his weekly car cleaning doesn't involve my car. And my car is full of clothes and baby bags and snacks and school stuff. (I basically live in my car). Things tend to get pushed to the side to make room for something else. Well sometimes, like today, I have enough time to reorganize my car and Chris's little prizes show up. Sometimes, also like today, Tupperware with a whole chicken from almost 2 weeks ago makes its appearance. Lucky for me it has been pretty cold so it wasn't as nasty as it could be. But opening the Tupperware container was done the correct, non-nosed way.

There are many other times this comes in hand, such as throwing away the garbage with said diaper or chicken. Or sleeping with a husband her just had the butter beans he was looking for. I'm not too sure when I acquired this mommy superpower, but I'm sure glad I did.

Criminal Minds

So lately I've been obsessed with Criminal Minds. It has given me some pretty good company late at night while I've been studying for finals. It has lead me to think a lot about humanity, and my role within it.

One mom said she killed her son and got executed, when in reality she was saving him from her serial killer husband by secretly giving him to a family across the country. She looked death in the face and kept her story, despite being abused and mocked in prison as people tend to be if the kill a child. It brought tears to my eyes as this story unraveled. It really got me thinking, what would you do for your child, for your loved one? Would I be willing to put my life on the line to save my family. I really think I would, but I definitely don't want to test it.

Another episode ended with a Mexican Proverb: A house doesn't rest upon the ground, but on a woman.
I wouldn't have truly understood what this was saying before I became a wife and mother. But I really like it. It is like a glamorized way to say "if mama aint happy, no body's happy."

Do you guys watch Criminal Minds? Don't you just love the quotes at the end that basically sums the entire episode. I think it would be interesting if they said the quote at the start of the episode too it would make this ending even more powerful. What do you all think?

Peak a Boo!

What baby doesn't love peak-a-boo? Zoey has loved for us to play it with her since she was about a month and a half old. Lately, she finds it funny to hide behind the shower curtain when we give her baths. She'll wrap it around her then peak out at us and laugh boisterously. (this wasn't the word I originally wrote, but its what came up with spell check and I liked it better anyways. Sometimes its a good thing I'm a horrible speller.)

She has never actually tried to do the real peak-a-boo. And so today at dinner, Chris tried to teach her.

He would do it. Then he would grab her hands and put them over her eyes. Then he let her do it on her own. And this is what we got. Every. Time.



No matter how much we tried to get her to do it the "right way" she would do it the Zoey way. But she still thought she was pretty darn funny. And, well we thought she was the cutest little thing ever, so we just let her do it her way after a while.

So now, she puts her hands on her ears all the time and laughs. and laughs. and laughs.

Silly girl.

Baby Hungry

Yesterday we found out that 2 of my husband's friend's wives are expecting a baby. They are 3 weeks apart from each other. I am really happy for them. They deserve to have the blessing of a baby. Especially with the unique challenges they both have faced in the last couple years.

As soon as Z Dawg turned 1 I kinda got bit by the baby bug and can't wait for another. One might even say I'm baby hungry. But, I really don't like that phrase. It reminds me of this...

And since I don't want that guy running around, I'll just congratulate the lucky girls who defeated this monster, wish them luck in this amazing journey, and hopefully wait until I'm done with school in 5000 years to see him again.

Today, I got in a fight with a spider.

We gave Zoey a bath last night and I didn't put her bath toys up. So this morning when I went to take a shower I turned on the water, and out crawled a big ol spider from amongst the toys. I squealed. I'm pretty happy that no one (AKA as my husband) was home to make fun of me.

Anyways, as the spider was frantically trying to climb out of the tub I slowly picked up all the toys to make sure there were no more hidden spiders in there. Thankfully I only had to fight one today. I then turned on the shower part and tried to drown it. It worked. He was all crumpled up and not moving. Score! So I turned off the water and let it drain.

Then before my eyes, he unraveled himself and came back alive. I screamed again. Now, I had not only a huge spider in my tub, but an eternally living MAD spider in my tub. Great.

Now what was I going to do, he obviously won't drown in the water like I hoped. I could easily smoosh him, but then had to figure out how to get spider off the side of a wet tub. A paper towel would get soggy and break, leaving me to pick him off with my bare hands. No Sir-y.  So maybe if I let the tub fill with water.... I try that and he just goes into the little" pretend I'm dead" ball then try to frantically climb out once he floated to the wall. So I finally figured out what to do! Burn him. I feel really bad, but I turned on the water as hot as it could go (which is pretty hot because Chris turned up our tiny water heater so we could actually have enough hot water to take a shower). All of a sudden I saw his little legs twitch. With that I tried to find a shoe close by to put him out of his misery. I'm not a heartless spider killer. But, I was scared to let him out of my sight in fear of him mutating to an even madder spider. So I grabbed my shampoo bottle and had it over my head to get him. But then he changed from a "pretend I'm dead" ball to a "really truly dead" ball. So I turned off the water, and watched him swoosh down the drain.

I took my long needed shower, watching the drain entire time to make sure he didn't come alive once again.

Twilight VS Glee

You turn on your TV now days and you see basically one of 2 things: vampires, or teenagers singing. Twilight and Glee has taken pop culture by storm. When it comes down to it, I really wonder how this is even possible.

*Now, I want to make a disclaimer on this blog. I would definitely consider myself a Gleek. For those who don't know, that means I'm an avid Glee watchin gal. I've watched all the Twilight movies and read the books twice. So I obviously like these 2 things. So this isn't a total hate bashing blog. Just comparing my findings.*

The first Twilight book sucked you in. You fall in love with the characters, the story line, Forks. You have no option but to keep reading the other books. (Now, anyways since they are all out for you to read).

*If you don't want to know what happens in the books I suggest you skip these next few paragraphs. But, I'm assuming if you haven't read them by now, you don't care too much....*

You start New Moon and expect the same mythical lore that keeps you turning the pages like the first one. But its not there. Its boring. She is depressed. And there is no McDreamy McVampire for at least 1000 pages, or so it seams since it is soooo boring. But you keep reading because it just has to get better. And so you sit on the couch at 4 in the morning, just as you did Twilight. However, you addiction to this book has changed from "I love it and don't want it to end so I keep reading", to "I have to keep reading because I know it gets back to the good stuff that I loved." And then the book ends.

So now you are torn, you have just spent the last 56 hours straight reading a book and not paying attention to any other responsibilities, such as hygiene, children, eating. You can't just stop reading after such a crappy book; you have invested too much time already. And so you read the third one. It doesn't quite have the same lour as Twilight, but definitely better than New Moon. You kind of get into it and remember why you just waisted your life reading book 2 because vegetarian vampires are pretty intriguing. But, you know that Bella is going to choose Edward. She says she has no choice in the matter. So the whole Team Edward/Team Jake thing is kind of pointless because you know what team she is on. It gets a bit cheesy at points but you just move on until you finish the book.

So then the next thing you do is hurry and read Breaking Dawn. The wedding is cute. Aww tender. A bit on the dramatic side, but what ev. Then it just goes down hill from there. If it wasn't for the cute daughter there would really be no point in even knowing how it ends because the plot is just so out there and unrealistic. The reason why you started loving it in the first place is because you could totally see the scenario in the first book as "realistic," even though we all know there are no such things as vampires. But by the end of this last one we have wolf shape shifters, mention of werewolves, VAMPIRES, and half human creatures that grow at an exceptionally fast speed. Where did all this come from!? They survive, live happily ever after in their ridiculously overly romantic life with their overly developed daughter.

*You can continue reading if you skipped a few paragraphs*


You have successfully read all 4 books and go on with your life. Something tempts you to read them again, such as a movie coming out. And so you do knowing quite well what you thought about it. So maybe you decide to just read the first one since it was by far the best. But then it sucks you in AGAIN, and so the cycle continues and you finish the last page of the fourth book wondering how you went through that for the second, third, or forth time.

Glee is very much the same thing.

You get sucked in the story of the first season. The songs are fun. The characters are great. You watch every episode. Perhaps even buy a song or two on iTunes. They have great regionals (I think that's what the last competition was...) and leave just enough questions for you to die during the summer when there aren't any new episodes.

Season 2 starts and they have really great songs. Some relationships changed, new students. You are pretty   much excited for this season. But as the episodes go on the plot takes a nose dive. Everything has turned to tribute episodes and sex with very little intriguing plot business in the middle. It gets sooo boring. Just like the second Twilight book, you just wait it out and hope it gets better. If it wasn't for the fun songs there really wouldn't be a reason to watch it. But you do. Religiously. Every Tuesday.

And so, in closing, I really hope Glee turns back around and stops trying to be shocking or have the most songs on the Top 200 for that week. I'm still a die hard Glee fan. I'm just getting a little annoyed that the Glee I fell in love with last year is not the Glee it is now. I do not want it to become like Twilight--loved by most despite being ridiculous in the end.

purse cleaning....

Yesterday I left my car keys in my husband's car. He was at work an hour away, so I was carless for the day. We had an extra set of keys at one point, but have gotten lost somewhere. I figured I'd try to find them. In this search I decided to clean 2 of my old purses in case they were in there. Unfortunately, no keys. But I did find a few fun things.

* 6 lip glosses ...no wonder I've been missing them for a while.

*thousands of tutie footie candies.***

* a spoon...

*multiple bags of fruit snacks, or protein bars

*$3.57 in change

*2 snickers wrappers

*1 Twix wrapper

*2 name tags for work. 1 was mine, the other one was my friends that I stole one day when I couldn't find my other one. I lost hers shortly after.

*lots of chocolate crumbs that attached to most of the change above

*anti-nausea pills

*Many other tiny things I've "lost"


Needless to say, I used both of those purses when I was pregnant. (Before I was diabetic). Can ya tell??



***(I'm only exaggerating a little when I say thousands. When I was pregnant I thought it was a great idea to go buy some tutie frooties. Unfortunately, they only come in 1 pound bags of one flavor. I couldn't have just one flavor, so I ended up getting 5 pounds of candy....)***

Cupcake Party

I'm lucky enough to have a best friend who loves baking. So last night we made 54 cupcakes. 3 different kinds. Pink Lemonade--a recipe she made up herself MMMMMM--Chocolate, and butter pecan. Then on top of that we made a super large cupcake for me to decorate as a castle.

We started this cupcake cooking spree at 8 at night, so needless to say we were up pretty late. Around midnight we were taking a break and thought we heard some people up by our door. Then soon enough our door opened and a guy with a case of beer walked in laughing with a bunch of girls behind him. We told him you have the wrong house.

"No, this is the right party."

Ummm.... no, unless you plan on having a cupcake party this is definitely the wrong house.

Then the girl behind him got to the door. My husband looked down at the door and repeated that this is the wrong house. She looked up and said "dude, this is the wrong house." And they walked out and didn't even close the door.

It was a pretty exciting moment. Kind of scary that random people would walk in our house. But we always lock the door when we are in bed. We had just been going back and forth to the store so we hadn't locked it this time. I'm just very glad they didn't ring the doorbell and wake Zdawg up. I would have been very mad to have to deal with a crabby baby and a billion cupcakes, so much so I potentially would crash their beer party.

Anywho, this is the Princess Pink Party cake I made. It started out as a castle, but mid way through I wasn't liking it at all and my MIL made a statement it looked like a magic pumpkin. And so the creation was born. :)

There is a story about rubber ducks in our household. So that is why we have ducks and not horses. :) Its not as random as it might look like.

fork in the road

There comes a time in everyone's life when they have to make a choice. Dunk the rest of the Oreo in the milk and get your fingers all milky, or leave a tiny bit un-milked.

Well, I came up with (ok, maybe I read it somewhere a looooong time ago, and just now trying it out) an idea. You stab the middle frosting with a fork. That way you can easily dip your cookie and not get your hands all in the milk, or loose the last part of your cookie.

Try it out. It really works!