Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Honest Scrap Award!
Thank you Cinda for nominating me for this award. I get to tell you 10 honest things about me.
1.I LOVE cooking for people
2. If I clean the floors I get crazy about wanting my family to keep it clean for at least 12 hours, but if my husband cleans the floors my OCD behavior goes away.
3. I dislike emptying the dishwasher.
4. Ever since I got married I do not enjoy cleaning bathrooms. Luckily my husband pretends to like to clean them so I do not have to.
5. I hate talking on the telephone. It is just awkward to me. There are some rare occasions where I have a high air time and enjoy talking on the phone but like I said they are rare.
6. Before I lost 40 pounds last year, I honestly thought I looked the way I did after I lost the 40 pounds before I lost them. I guess I have a high self esteem or something. I hope that sentence made sense.
7. I am grateful my husband has gainful employment and that he is so amazing at what he does.
8. It makes me nervous when people eat really small portions of food. Especially when it tastes sooo good!
9. I have permanent dents in the underside of my lips (imagine bringing your lips inside your mouth and then biting on them) because that is the way I attempt to not spurt out what I really want to say to my children when my buttons have been pushed. I usually make some kind of weird breathing noise through my nose, that probably sounds like an angry bull.
10. All of my deliveries have been drug free and sorry to say this, but pretty much pain free thanks to the hypnobirthing method. In fact one day I hope to be an educator in this method.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Are you alive?
I will be posting soon. Our computer crashed last weekend and so I am using my sweethearts computer from work and sending off this post to say I am still alive. Good stories are on the horizon when we get our new computer.
Friday, February 20, 2009
What do you do when......
What do you do when you hope and pray that when you leave the home to go and run errands that a freak of nature comes along and, lets say, blows a couple of trees down in strategic places on your home (both bathrooms, laundry room and kitchen) and destroys them? DO you feel bad? I say nay, nay!
What do you do when all you can dream about is how to make said rooms look like they just came from a magazine, only to wake up and realize that it is nearly impossible to do so, and you wake up grumpy and take it out on everyone else?
What do you do when you don't know what to do with said grumpiness?
What do you do when you realize that life for everyone in this country is unstable and that your demands for a "Betters Homes and Garden" home is unrealistic? Do you stop having said dreams? I say nay,nay!
I am grumpy today, because I can not stop thinking about all the things that would make this home better.
It consumes my dreams.
Is there a program for "Home improvement anonymous?"
"Hi my name is Pam and my dreams of having a nice home became obsessive and I turned into a grumpy crazy person because no one(Jared) would give into my foolish ideas!"
My husband does have a point though! With the way the market is, at least here in Michigan, and with job security so jittery right now, everything is so unknown. I mean sure we could go ahead and do all of these things. But what would happen if he were to lose his job in 6 months and we would be left with extra payments that we wouldn't be able to pay? Why does he have to be right?!?!?
This may sound terrible, but I have tried to get my husband to write to Oprah (even though I do not watch her anymore) and tell her what a wonderful wife and mother I am! And then proceed to write about our woes with our home. This would be for one of those shows that she does when they come in and fix all the projects you have started on but have never finished them, because (A) You have run out of money or (B) You have no time left in the day to finish them.
He still hasn't written her. I am convinced that if he did they would come and rescue our home from the depths of despair, and restore it to a most glorious and beautiful state. It would be one of those shows where the designers and such come in and the commentary would go something like this "Oh honey, what were you trying to do! No one deserves to live in such dangerously ugly situations! You can not live like this for one more minute! It will be a lot of work, but the results will be absolutely breathtaking!"
I have a serious problem!
Does anyone have the number to Home Improvement anonymous?
What do you do when all you can dream about is how to make said rooms look like they just came from a magazine, only to wake up and realize that it is nearly impossible to do so, and you wake up grumpy and take it out on everyone else?
What do you do when you don't know what to do with said grumpiness?
What do you do when you realize that life for everyone in this country is unstable and that your demands for a "Betters Homes and Garden" home is unrealistic? Do you stop having said dreams? I say nay,nay!
I am grumpy today, because I can not stop thinking about all the things that would make this home better.
It consumes my dreams.
Is there a program for "Home improvement anonymous?"
"Hi my name is Pam and my dreams of having a nice home became obsessive and I turned into a grumpy crazy person because no one(Jared) would give into my foolish ideas!"
My husband does have a point though! With the way the market is, at least here in Michigan, and with job security so jittery right now, everything is so unknown. I mean sure we could go ahead and do all of these things. But what would happen if he were to lose his job in 6 months and we would be left with extra payments that we wouldn't be able to pay? Why does he have to be right?!?!?
This may sound terrible, but I have tried to get my husband to write to Oprah (even though I do not watch her anymore) and tell her what a wonderful wife and mother I am! And then proceed to write about our woes with our home. This would be for one of those shows that she does when they come in and fix all the projects you have started on but have never finished them, because (A) You have run out of money or (B) You have no time left in the day to finish them.
He still hasn't written her. I am convinced that if he did they would come and rescue our home from the depths of despair, and restore it to a most glorious and beautiful state. It would be one of those shows where the designers and such come in and the commentary would go something like this "Oh honey, what were you trying to do! No one deserves to live in such dangerously ugly situations! You can not live like this for one more minute! It will be a lot of work, but the results will be absolutely breathtaking!"
I have a serious problem!
Does anyone have the number to Home Improvement anonymous?
Sunday, February 15, 2009
"You are brave!"
Said the cashier to me the other day at the grocery store. I am not sure why strangers have a need to always use this term with me when they find out that all of the little people with me are all mine(which in my opinion is not that many) and that there are more that are not present and a soon coming attraction in June.
I am just wondering how many kids constitutes for no reply from strangers? 1 or 2?
And I am trying to figure out what is so brave about having children. Is it the fact that for a living I get to (here comes a long list in no particular order):
Be a psychiatrist (I get to listen to people whine to me all day about their woes, and then they think that I should solve them),
Be a teacher (with 1 vacation a year),
Be a referee (only when things get bloody),
Be a seamstress (only for buttons, curtains, and small rips in clothing),
Be a cook (not a cook to order one either. "You get what you get and you don't throw a fit!"),
Be a professional grocery shopper (because when you are brave enough to have kids you have to be),
Be an organizer (so that my life can be somewhat controlled),
Be a financial adviser ("I think investing your money in gum is not a wise decision!"
Be a sanitation specialist (Bum and nose wiper, clean throw up up, a dozen eggs clean up, and any thing else you can think of that is disgusting)
Be a cleaner (The kids are getting old enough now that they are doing more. Like cleaning the floor with their mouths)
Be a secretary (this includes constant reminders of responsibilities, and sorting through mail, and making sure everyone's needs are being met)
Be an entertainer (Finding the right games to play that are both educational but can keep attention spans of fly on task)
Be a doctor (This means telling them that everything is going to be fine, but if they want to keep on crying we could cut off the other appendage and then their original hurt would not hurt any more. Or just tell them they will certainly need an enema. I found these methods to stop any efforts for them to become a hypochondria)
Be a history consultant (telling stories of my childhood or of when they were little)
Be a cosmetologist (cutting hair and trimming nails and the occasional up-do)
Be a foreign language interpreter (explaining to others what was just said or trying to figure out myself what was just said)
Be a Special event coordinator (What family would be complete without one of these?)
Be a talent scout (here I am teaching Kady how to whistle)
These are just of few of the things we Mothers get to do for a living.
I think the next time a stranger tells me that I am brave I will simply say,
"I AM a Domestic Goddess!" and then demand that they bow in my presence :)
I am just wondering how many kids constitutes for no reply from strangers? 1 or 2?
And I am trying to figure out what is so brave about having children. Is it the fact that for a living I get to (here comes a long list in no particular order):
Be a psychiatrist (I get to listen to people whine to me all day about their woes, and then they think that I should solve them),
Be a teacher (with 1 vacation a year),
Be a referee (only when things get bloody),
Be a seamstress (only for buttons, curtains, and small rips in clothing),
Be a cook (not a cook to order one either. "You get what you get and you don't throw a fit!"),
Be a professional grocery shopper (because when you are brave enough to have kids you have to be),
Be an organizer (so that my life can be somewhat controlled),
Be a financial adviser ("I think investing your money in gum is not a wise decision!"
Be a sanitation specialist (Bum and nose wiper, clean throw up up, a dozen eggs clean up, and any thing else you can think of that is disgusting)
Be a cleaner (The kids are getting old enough now that they are doing more. Like cleaning the floor with their mouths)
Be a secretary (this includes constant reminders of responsibilities, and sorting through mail, and making sure everyone's needs are being met)
Be an entertainer (Finding the right games to play that are both educational but can keep attention spans of fly on task)
Be a doctor (This means telling them that everything is going to be fine, but if they want to keep on crying we could cut off the other appendage and then their original hurt would not hurt any more. Or just tell them they will certainly need an enema. I found these methods to stop any efforts for them to become a hypochondria)
Be a history consultant (telling stories of my childhood or of when they were little)
Be a cosmetologist (cutting hair and trimming nails and the occasional up-do)
Be a foreign language interpreter (explaining to others what was just said or trying to figure out myself what was just said)
Be a Special event coordinator (What family would be complete without one of these?)
Be a talent scout (here I am teaching Kady how to whistle)
These are just of few of the things we Mothers get to do for a living.
I think the next time a stranger tells me that I am brave I will simply say,
"I AM a Domestic Goddess!" and then demand that they bow in my presence :)
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