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. :)

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.

What I will teach my daughter

This weekend I learned a few things that I want Zoey to understand.

*I want her to know the importance of being graceful in ones actions.
*If she says one thing I hope she realizes that it still applies when the tables are turned.
*Life is not a matter of what you are doing, but who you are doing it with.
*Family comes first. I know there will be a time when she thinks otherwise, but eventually, I hope, she will understand that family is our most important asset in life.
*Running around in a diaper will one day be unacceptable. :)

I hope you all had a great Christmas and are enjoying the holidays together with those you love.
Now, I am going to enjoy my sisters while they visit for a few days.

I've been pretty busy working and getting ready for Christmas. I probably won't have a post of substance for a week or so as my sisters-in-law are visiting after Christmas. I'm pretty excited!

I hope you have a wonderful Christmas season. Remember, this is the biggest birthday party for a special man. Pause a moment in all the crazyness and thank Heavenly Father for letting His Son to come to earth for all of us. Being a parent has given me a greater understanding on just how hard that must have been.