It's funny how one week you can feel alone in this world. And a few weeks later you can realize how truly blessed you are with people who care. There are topics on CHBM, writing collaborations and they prompt you with a subject to write about and link back to their website. This months topic was home, and while I didn't think I would participate in it I think that it's relevant to some things that I've been feeling lately.
When I think about home I think about New Mexico. I confused my husband the other day. Were were leaving Olive Garden and I said, I think I want to go home for a while. "Home?" He asked. We were planning on going to the store and he wasn't sure why I suddenly wanted to change course.
"Yeah, HOME, New Mexico. I think I would like to go visit my mom for a while." I replied. You see, I still consider my mom's home my own. I have friends who are still there, my very best friends who I have known for years. All of my family is there, and while were not close, we are still family. New Mexico is the place of my upbringing, my heritage, my memories good and bad. And for those reasons I consider this place home.
When I moved to Texas I told DH that I would never consider it home. I didn't like Texas. I didn't like the people in Texas. Or so I thought. Unfortunately the only experience I had with the people from Texas were the rich snooty kind that shopped in the Santa Fe Plaza. As it turns out, those are the minority in this great state. And really the people are some of the nicest you will find. The state itself is beautiful and after a while, fighting as I was, even I started to get Texas pride.
But whether this was my home was still in question until recently. We moved a few months ago to a new house, a new neighborhood. I had always wanted to live in a neighborhood, one with sidewalks and close neighbors. We were the first house here, and let me tell you I LOVE my house. It's big and the fanciest place I've ever lived. We painted it and decorated it with our personalities. We moved our little there person family here, and within months our family added a new addition. But while family is the most important thing in my life, I figured I can always move them with me, and the only friends that I had here were also from New Mexico. So even with a nice life here, I still considered NM my home, one in which even my friends from Texas were incorporated with.
Slowly neighbors started moving into the empty houses, and houses fill the empty lots. The people who moved in went quickly from strangers to friends. The reasons our evening walks are so enjoyable, the people we go to for fun, and occasionally for help. It's been great. Slowly this place has started feeling more like home.
This last weekend my son had his third birthday. I was going to have a party, but it seemed as though everyone we were going to invite had something else to do. Which is not unusual at the end of the summer. People are all trying to finish up summer plans, have their last hurrah before the colder temps take over. So I cancelled the party, feeling slightly defeated. DH's parents came down to help celebrate Yoda's birthday and it was nice to have family here.
Then Sunday came along, August 27th, Yoda's birthday. We planned on going to Chucky Cheese with G and C, our Texas/ NM friends. We had fun, the first time any of us had ever been there. Then we came home. Waiting for us at home were some of the neighbors. They came bearing Birthday wishes for Malachi. It was so neat. To think that people cared enough to remember my son's birthday, much less having people be so generous to give him presents. I was truly touched.
I've also had the opportunity to meet another SAHM who just moved to this state and is trying to adjust to the Texas way of living. Things seem so much nicer now that I have people to share my thoughts, and evenings with.
So as of lately I've learned that I am not at a loss for a HOME. In fact I have two homes, one here and one back with my family and old friends. Now that is being truly blessed.
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
What did I do?
Okay, so I have to tell you about my night, before I can tell you about my day, and my questionable purchase.
Last night E was sick. Stuffy nose, cold or teething, it's debatable. He woke up at 11:30, tried to nurse, and then screamed bloody murder for what felt like an eternity. The only time the kid ever cries is when he's in his car seat. Even when him and big bro bonk heads, it's always big bro who has the tears, never wee bit. So I was really worried. He cried like he was in excrutiating pain. I think he was just upset that he couldn't breath, and therefore could not eat. Eventually the tylenol kicked in and he fell asleep. I put him in his swing, knowing that lying him flat on his back would be a mistake. The swing is downstairs, the bedroom upstairs. I was too worried to go back to my bed, so I tried to make due on the couch. Now for the hour that I was asleep in my bed before E woke up, I had been having nightmares. So I was actually scared to go back to sleep, both for fear of more nightmares, and also for fear that my son could not breath. So I tossed and turned, which is pretty hard on a couch. I slept lightly, awakening every half an hour. At 3:30 E woke up again, and didn't get back to sleep for an hour. At this point I realized he was not going to choke to death and went upstairs to sleep. I knew if I didn't then I would be completely miserable when my oldest woke up. I finally got some solid sleep, as E and M finally woke up a little after 8.
So my day started. For those of you that don't know. M is a very difficult child. He's whiny, and tests every limit. He fights me tooth and nail on potty training, and asks every mornign to start the day with a popscicle and then cries for a good half an hour when he's refused this request. Today was no different, and when a mom hasn't had her sleep, these morning trials are that much harder. I finally get M to eat sausage and pankcakes. E is grumpy and tired, and M is being his difficult little self.
I try to get ready to take a shower so we can go to the store and get medicine for E. I ask M over and over again if he has to go potty. NO he say's, NOT YET, he says. So I enter the shower. Then he states, I HAVE TO GO POTTY! Here I go, dripping wet, shampoo in my hair. We rush to the bathroom. I help M with his pants and undies, M complains that I have gotten him all wet with my dripping hair. Yeah, deal with it kid. He potties, yippie, potty dance, give me five! M requests his prize for pottying. I decline, saying he can get it later when mommy isn't dripping everywhere. M throws a HUGE fit because he is now incovenienced. I go get his prize and go back to the shower.
We get to the store eventually. It's nearly 1:00 and M is hungry and tired. E is sick and grumpy. I return some stuff I bought yesterday, go get E some medicine, check out, CAN'T FIND THE KEYS! Go to every counter, retrace my steps. WHERE ARE THE KEYS? M is crying, he wants chicken fries NOW. E is crying, he can't breath. I have no keys. I go back to the car, dragging M, dangling E. The keys are in car, thankfully the car is unlocked. We all get in, head to McDonalds and then to the library because I have books about to be overdue. We get new books, M needs to potty but won't use the one at the library. We head home to use home potty. Fight about it of course. He goes, but barely, and he had a lot to drink for lunch.
We leave home again to help a friend pack. M spends entire hour there grabbing crotch, but refusing to go to the bathroom. E cries most of the time because he needs a nap but won't sleep. Some help I am.
E falls asleep and I head to toy store, with the knowledge that the potty treats we use are no longer going to be on sale after this week. Arrive at store. Get potty treats. Can't get M out of display Escalade. Come on M, NO. Come on M, NO! Fine, I'll leave you there. Okay fine with him. Think, well if he loves them so much, maybe I will buy him a motorized vehicle, but a less expensive one. I spot a tractor, four wheel looking thing that looks fun. I suggest this, he agrees, grabbing crotch all the while. Okay then we better go potty if you want it. Go to bathroom, sit him on toilet. I CAN'T he wails. Get off potty, warn against going in pants. Get outside to go look at motorized vehicles again. M grabs crotch again. WERE GOING POTTY, I say. WILL YOU GO IF I GET YOU YOUR SPECIAL POTTY CHAIR?
YES, he says. We go outside. I tell him to stay on the sidewalk, go to get potty chair from car. Return to find that he has peed in his pants, and on the sidewalk. GREAT. Go back inside, make our second trip to the bathroom. Change clothes. Realize the people here probably thing I'm stealing since I have been to my car twice, and to the bathroom twice.
Finally make our purchase. Win a prize at the register because the item is mismarked. Get it for 44 Dollars cheaper than it's supposed to be. Plus I get 10 percent off for being a member. SCORE. Buy lots of things for under my budget, SCORE DOUBLE.
The rest of the evening is a blur. I knew Chi peed at Chiles, in the potty twice, in his pants once. The neighborhood is out and about. The guys have a blast putting together this new toy. I come inside for the evening and see the toy in is glory.
This is when I realize what I have done. I have bought a HUGE arse motorcyle for my son. It's so big, I could technically ride on it. I don't know where we will store it. I don't know how my child will ride on it without killing himself or others around him. I don't know if this was such a great idea after all. The Escalade was smaller I think.
So that is what has happened here. I'm sure I'll have many follow ups. Oh Vey.
Last night E was sick. Stuffy nose, cold or teething, it's debatable. He woke up at 11:30, tried to nurse, and then screamed bloody murder for what felt like an eternity. The only time the kid ever cries is when he's in his car seat. Even when him and big bro bonk heads, it's always big bro who has the tears, never wee bit. So I was really worried. He cried like he was in excrutiating pain. I think he was just upset that he couldn't breath, and therefore could not eat. Eventually the tylenol kicked in and he fell asleep. I put him in his swing, knowing that lying him flat on his back would be a mistake. The swing is downstairs, the bedroom upstairs. I was too worried to go back to my bed, so I tried to make due on the couch. Now for the hour that I was asleep in my bed before E woke up, I had been having nightmares. So I was actually scared to go back to sleep, both for fear of more nightmares, and also for fear that my son could not breath. So I tossed and turned, which is pretty hard on a couch. I slept lightly, awakening every half an hour. At 3:30 E woke up again, and didn't get back to sleep for an hour. At this point I realized he was not going to choke to death and went upstairs to sleep. I knew if I didn't then I would be completely miserable when my oldest woke up. I finally got some solid sleep, as E and M finally woke up a little after 8.
So my day started. For those of you that don't know. M is a very difficult child. He's whiny, and tests every limit. He fights me tooth and nail on potty training, and asks every mornign to start the day with a popscicle and then cries for a good half an hour when he's refused this request. Today was no different, and when a mom hasn't had her sleep, these morning trials are that much harder. I finally get M to eat sausage and pankcakes. E is grumpy and tired, and M is being his difficult little self.
I try to get ready to take a shower so we can go to the store and get medicine for E. I ask M over and over again if he has to go potty. NO he say's, NOT YET, he says. So I enter the shower. Then he states, I HAVE TO GO POTTY! Here I go, dripping wet, shampoo in my hair. We rush to the bathroom. I help M with his pants and undies, M complains that I have gotten him all wet with my dripping hair. Yeah, deal with it kid. He potties, yippie, potty dance, give me five! M requests his prize for pottying. I decline, saying he can get it later when mommy isn't dripping everywhere. M throws a HUGE fit because he is now incovenienced. I go get his prize and go back to the shower.
We get to the store eventually. It's nearly 1:00 and M is hungry and tired. E is sick and grumpy. I return some stuff I bought yesterday, go get E some medicine, check out, CAN'T FIND THE KEYS! Go to every counter, retrace my steps. WHERE ARE THE KEYS? M is crying, he wants chicken fries NOW. E is crying, he can't breath. I have no keys. I go back to the car, dragging M, dangling E. The keys are in car, thankfully the car is unlocked. We all get in, head to McDonalds and then to the library because I have books about to be overdue. We get new books, M needs to potty but won't use the one at the library. We head home to use home potty. Fight about it of course. He goes, but barely, and he had a lot to drink for lunch.
We leave home again to help a friend pack. M spends entire hour there grabbing crotch, but refusing to go to the bathroom. E cries most of the time because he needs a nap but won't sleep. Some help I am.
E falls asleep and I head to toy store, with the knowledge that the potty treats we use are no longer going to be on sale after this week. Arrive at store. Get potty treats. Can't get M out of display Escalade. Come on M, NO. Come on M, NO! Fine, I'll leave you there. Okay fine with him. Think, well if he loves them so much, maybe I will buy him a motorized vehicle, but a less expensive one. I spot a tractor, four wheel looking thing that looks fun. I suggest this, he agrees, grabbing crotch all the while. Okay then we better go potty if you want it. Go to bathroom, sit him on toilet. I CAN'T he wails. Get off potty, warn against going in pants. Get outside to go look at motorized vehicles again. M grabs crotch again. WERE GOING POTTY, I say. WILL YOU GO IF I GET YOU YOUR SPECIAL POTTY CHAIR?
YES, he says. We go outside. I tell him to stay on the sidewalk, go to get potty chair from car. Return to find that he has peed in his pants, and on the sidewalk. GREAT. Go back inside, make our second trip to the bathroom. Change clothes. Realize the people here probably thing I'm stealing since I have been to my car twice, and to the bathroom twice.
Finally make our purchase. Win a prize at the register because the item is mismarked. Get it for 44 Dollars cheaper than it's supposed to be. Plus I get 10 percent off for being a member. SCORE. Buy lots of things for under my budget, SCORE DOUBLE.
The rest of the evening is a blur. I knew Chi peed at Chiles, in the potty twice, in his pants once. The neighborhood is out and about. The guys have a blast putting together this new toy. I come inside for the evening and see the toy in is glory.
This is when I realize what I have done. I have bought a HUGE arse motorcyle for my son. It's so big, I could technically ride on it. I don't know where we will store it. I don't know how my child will ride on it without killing himself or others around him. I don't know if this was such a great idea after all. The Escalade was smaller I think.
So that is what has happened here. I'm sure I'll have many follow ups. Oh Vey.
Monday, August 21, 2006
Not a lot
Not a whole lot has been going on here. Nothing really postable I suppose. This weekend at the Central Market they had a Hatch New Mexico Chile festival. I was so excited. Hatch was a probably 4 hours from where I grew up. We always had green chile at our house. We would buy it in bulk boxes and my mom would roast it herself. When I was little I hated the smell. Loathed the smell. It was really strong, and I wasn't into chile. But as I grew older the smell grew on me, as did the taste of green chile. It was always nice to go to Wal-Mart and other grocery stores in the fall because you could smell the chile roasters roasting away. As I put my Central Market treasures away, which included some un-roasted peppers I could almost see my mom, eating her dinner with one chile pepper every night. No matter what she was eating, she would have one chile pepper with it. My father was a landscape/gardener and he grew chile. When I was little I would play with the neighbor boy, and we would sneak into the nursery and steal the chile's before my father could pick them. Once we grabbed one chile that was soooo hot. We each took a bite and then ran to his house with our mouths on fire. We couldn't tell anyone what we had done or we would have gotten in trouble for picking them. But we were in serious hot pepper pain. We downed a few glasses of milk(BAD IDEA) then we ate some bread, and last but not least ate sugar straight from the spoon to get the fire out. I don't remember what finally helped us, probably just the time it took to get through all these cures. But I will always remember that one incident with the chile peppers. That's probably why I hated them so until I was much older. Anyway, we got some for here in our home. A little bit of my dearly missed New Mexico, right here in my freezer.
In other food related news. Wee Bit, who I re-named E-Wok(not sure on that spelling) has ventured on to new veggies. He's done green beans which he hates, and squash which he grunted at but ate more of then the green beans. He's gotten so big lately and just cracks me up. He will sit and laugh to himself for a long time. He's just irresistably precious and I love it. Other people think he's pretty cute too, which is nice. Once you become a parent it's nicer to hear compliments on your children rhan to receive them even for yourself I think. People always come up and comment on his flyaway hair, and say how cute he is. Like I said, I love it. But at the same time it makes me sad. Yoda, big bro, is very sensitive. And all the attention that E-Wok has been getting has made him pretty jealous. Just this morning Yoda said he didn't like E because he got everything. It breaks my heart, you can see his little face fall everytime someone approaches and ooh's and aaah's at E. Then when Yoda finally does get attention it's to respond to the question "Is that your little brother?"
Yoda has been working on potty training. Yeah still. Were back on the job. The only problem is that a button from his shirt fell in the potty and got flushed down. So now Yoda is scared of the toilet. It used to be he just hated the toilet, but now he's afraid of it too. GREAT! Oh well, as everyone say's you never see children in kindergarten with diapers still. I've enrolled him in soccer and I'm hoping that seeing the other children with no diapers will inspire him. I did get a little worried the other day when DH pointed out the fact that he will be the youngest one there, since he turns 3 just the day before practice starts. YIKES! I guess he will have to get used to it though, since it will probably be that way his whole life. I think he can hang with the older crowd.
And may I say 3, so sad. It's like the end of babyhood. The beginning of independence and I even think we will have to start paying for him to go into movies and stuff. And, he's now old enough for all the 3+ toys! WOW, Where did those years go?
Okay, on and on I drone.
In other food related news. Wee Bit, who I re-named E-Wok(not sure on that spelling) has ventured on to new veggies. He's done green beans which he hates, and squash which he grunted at but ate more of then the green beans. He's gotten so big lately and just cracks me up. He will sit and laugh to himself for a long time. He's just irresistably precious and I love it. Other people think he's pretty cute too, which is nice. Once you become a parent it's nicer to hear compliments on your children rhan to receive them even for yourself I think. People always come up and comment on his flyaway hair, and say how cute he is. Like I said, I love it. But at the same time it makes me sad. Yoda, big bro, is very sensitive. And all the attention that E-Wok has been getting has made him pretty jealous. Just this morning Yoda said he didn't like E because he got everything. It breaks my heart, you can see his little face fall everytime someone approaches and ooh's and aaah's at E. Then when Yoda finally does get attention it's to respond to the question "Is that your little brother?"
Yoda has been working on potty training. Yeah still. Were back on the job. The only problem is that a button from his shirt fell in the potty and got flushed down. So now Yoda is scared of the toilet. It used to be he just hated the toilet, but now he's afraid of it too. GREAT! Oh well, as everyone say's you never see children in kindergarten with diapers still. I've enrolled him in soccer and I'm hoping that seeing the other children with no diapers will inspire him. I did get a little worried the other day when DH pointed out the fact that he will be the youngest one there, since he turns 3 just the day before practice starts. YIKES! I guess he will have to get used to it though, since it will probably be that way his whole life. I think he can hang with the older crowd.
And may I say 3, so sad. It's like the end of babyhood. The beginning of independence and I even think we will have to start paying for him to go into movies and stuff. And, he's now old enough for all the 3+ toys! WOW, Where did those years go?
Okay, on and on I drone.
Monday, August 14, 2006
3!!!
But I'm planning one nevertheless. My baby boy is turning 3! How did he get this old? How did I get this old? It's funny. You have a baby, and you hear a few standard comments. One of those comments is always, "They grow so fast." You brush it off, another cliche saying. But it's true, if you take no other statement, no other advice to heart, take this one. Enjoy your children, hug them and squeeze them. There is no such thing as spoiling a baby, hold them, hold them all day and all night, and for as long as you can before you can't anymore.
So off my soapbox. Anyway, Yoda will be three in a few weeks. I've never thrown him a birthday party. We've never known anyone to invite really. But this year were going to try. I get nervous throwing these sort of things. They don't always turn out great, and I get anxiety over them. So funny, again I'm just like my mom. Tangent...
Anyway, were going to rent out the pool and have people from the neighborhood, and from DH's work come out. I hope a lot of people show up, but I guess a small intimate crowd would be nice too. I just want for Malachi to have fun. I asked him if he wanted the cool car's cake, but he didn't. He said he wanted cupcakes, but he didn't mean for the party, he meant he wanted them right then.
So I hope the party is nice. I guess I should write down some things that he's doing right now so that I don't forget.
He pronounce his V's. He uses a Z or s sound instead of V. So it's, I NESSER do that. It's so funny. I love his little baby talk words. DH corrects his pronunciation, but I don't. I like to hear those baby words, he doesn't have many left anymore.
He's very into being independent. Yet, he still bawls when I leave the room. I take showers daily(well almost daily, hee hee) to the sound of him crying because I have left the room. Even the shortest shower is too long with all that carrying on. It's a funny stage, wanting to try new things, but being scared to be left alone.
He's very sweet with his brother. Yesterday as we were eating lunch, us our Chicken dinosaurs, and Enick his green beans, Yoda say's " He doesn't like those, don't feed them to him." The brotherly love is great, except when E needs to sleep and is awoken by dear big brother. Then I sort of wish we could go back in time to when E was just a blob to be ignored. Before I know it they will be running around together the two of them.
I suppose that's all. I don't suppose this particular post had a point. I'm tired, E is sitting here nursing. He was already asleep for the night, but then decided that sleeping thing was not for him. I'm attempting to put him into a milk coma, but it has yet to work. Yoda is upstairs asleep, with his sunglasses on.
I wear my sunglasses at night, la la.
Okay delirium setting in, until next time.
So off my soapbox. Anyway, Yoda will be three in a few weeks. I've never thrown him a birthday party. We've never known anyone to invite really. But this year were going to try. I get nervous throwing these sort of things. They don't always turn out great, and I get anxiety over them. So funny, again I'm just like my mom. Tangent...
Anyway, were going to rent out the pool and have people from the neighborhood, and from DH's work come out. I hope a lot of people show up, but I guess a small intimate crowd would be nice too. I just want for Malachi to have fun. I asked him if he wanted the cool car's cake, but he didn't. He said he wanted cupcakes, but he didn't mean for the party, he meant he wanted them right then.
So I hope the party is nice. I guess I should write down some things that he's doing right now so that I don't forget.
He pronounce his V's. He uses a Z or s sound instead of V. So it's, I NESSER do that. It's so funny. I love his little baby talk words. DH corrects his pronunciation, but I don't. I like to hear those baby words, he doesn't have many left anymore.
He's very into being independent. Yet, he still bawls when I leave the room. I take showers daily(well almost daily, hee hee) to the sound of him crying because I have left the room. Even the shortest shower is too long with all that carrying on. It's a funny stage, wanting to try new things, but being scared to be left alone.
He's very sweet with his brother. Yesterday as we were eating lunch, us our Chicken dinosaurs, and Enick his green beans, Yoda say's " He doesn't like those, don't feed them to him." The brotherly love is great, except when E needs to sleep and is awoken by dear big brother. Then I sort of wish we could go back in time to when E was just a blob to be ignored. Before I know it they will be running around together the two of them.
I suppose that's all. I don't suppose this particular post had a point. I'm tired, E is sitting here nursing. He was already asleep for the night, but then decided that sleeping thing was not for him. I'm attempting to put him into a milk coma, but it has yet to work. Yoda is upstairs asleep, with his sunglasses on.
I wear my sunglasses at night, la la.
Okay delirium setting in, until next time.
Saturday, August 12, 2006
The Seven Dwarfs
Happy, Sleepy, Sneezy, Doc, Dopey, Bashful, and Grumpy. I wonder now if they were Disney's offhanded way of introducing feelings and personalities. I think I could find someone in my life that fits into the mold of one of these characters. Unfortunatly I think I would be Grumpy, and I'm not proud of that.
I don't know why I'm always grumpy. I think I'm taking after my mom. Not to say that she's not a great person. But more often then not she's in a bad mood. And lately I have been that way too. I wonder if it's lack of sleep, the fact that my back always hurts, something missing in my life, hormones. I just don't know but I'm really tired of it all around. I want to be happy, to live life to it's fullest and really appreciate everyone and everything around me. But day in and day out I find myself frowning and complaining about my day
I wrote the above the other morning. It was an emotional day for me. I started the day feeling grumpy. Then I had a coke, caffiene was good, made me happy. I guess even grumpy dwarf feels a lift when they have a soda. Then the caffiene wore off and while doing laundry I realized something. Above I mentioned something missing from my life. Well I figured it out. I'm lonely. It sounds funny, I guess that's why it's hard to realize. I mean I have my two children who are wonderful and with me all day, and a husband who is awesome. I couldn't have adked for a better one. But a girl needs friends, and that's something that I'm lacking. I have a few people I hang out with. They are good people. I enjoy thier company, but they aren't the sort of friend that I was accustomed to before I moved out here to Texas.
I don't know what qualifies a great friend. A sense of comfort I suppose. I have a lot of great friends, Jacqueline, Meghan, Jenelle, Rachael, none of which are here. They have known me all my life, and accept me for who I am. I know I'm an extreme personality, I come on strong, and I'm pretty bossy sometimes. But guess what, those people they don't mind. They realize that's me, and they don't take offense to it.
I have yet to find that sort of friend here. I have a friend G, she's great. We come from the same sort of background, came to Texas for the same reasons and we do have a lot in common. But she doesn't have children, and that makes things hard. Even though she's great and understands a lot more then even I could hope, she still can't comply commiserate with me. Plus of course she has a lot to do with work, and her own family.
I guess I can't expect much in adult friendships. We are all busy, and sitting around talking about nothing isn't a luxury any of us can afford.
So I'm a grumpy Gus, and I just wish I had some people to hang out with. Then maybe I wouldn't be so grumpy. Or maybe I'll just start drinking caffiene again, that seems to be an easier solution.
I don't know why I'm always grumpy. I think I'm taking after my mom. Not to say that she's not a great person. But more often then not she's in a bad mood. And lately I have been that way too. I wonder if it's lack of sleep, the fact that my back always hurts, something missing in my life, hormones. I just don't know but I'm really tired of it all around. I want to be happy, to live life to it's fullest and really appreciate everyone and everything around me. But day in and day out I find myself frowning and complaining about my day
I wrote the above the other morning. It was an emotional day for me. I started the day feeling grumpy. Then I had a coke, caffiene was good, made me happy. I guess even grumpy dwarf feels a lift when they have a soda. Then the caffiene wore off and while doing laundry I realized something. Above I mentioned something missing from my life. Well I figured it out. I'm lonely. It sounds funny, I guess that's why it's hard to realize. I mean I have my two children who are wonderful and with me all day, and a husband who is awesome. I couldn't have adked for a better one. But a girl needs friends, and that's something that I'm lacking. I have a few people I hang out with. They are good people. I enjoy thier company, but they aren't the sort of friend that I was accustomed to before I moved out here to Texas.
I don't know what qualifies a great friend. A sense of comfort I suppose. I have a lot of great friends, Jacqueline, Meghan, Jenelle, Rachael, none of which are here. They have known me all my life, and accept me for who I am. I know I'm an extreme personality, I come on strong, and I'm pretty bossy sometimes. But guess what, those people they don't mind. They realize that's me, and they don't take offense to it.
I have yet to find that sort of friend here. I have a friend G, she's great. We come from the same sort of background, came to Texas for the same reasons and we do have a lot in common. But she doesn't have children, and that makes things hard. Even though she's great and understands a lot more then even I could hope, she still can't comply commiserate with me. Plus of course she has a lot to do with work, and her own family.
I guess I can't expect much in adult friendships. We are all busy, and sitting around talking about nothing isn't a luxury any of us can afford.
So I'm a grumpy Gus, and I just wish I had some people to hang out with. Then maybe I wouldn't be so grumpy. Or maybe I'll just start drinking caffiene again, that seems to be an easier solution.
Friday, August 11, 2006
Going Nowhere Fast
I've had some major transportation setbacks this week. Monday I went to the post office to ship off something I sold on ebay. Thankfully I made it there, but that was the last place I went for a while. Monday afternoon I came home and cleaned out the car. It was a mess, one bag of trash, one bag of toys, and one bag of blankets/spare clothes came out of there. I intended to use the steam cleaner to clean the seats, but never got around to it. So Tuesday I decide to take the boys to the science museum. I go to put the car seats back in the car and the car is locked, with my key's nowhere to be found. I was scared that they were in the bag of trash I had thrown out, or possibly the bag of blankets that was at that point spinning aroundt he washing machine. But they were in neither, they were in the locked car, along with my cell phone. So I was stuck at home all day long. Imagine locking your keys in your car, at your house.
Wednesday, keys in hand I attempted to go to the museum once again. This time I got in the car, car seats in place, kids buckled in. But the car wouldn't start. Dead battery! So we all go back inside, stuck again. This day was particularly bad. Chi was in a dreadful mood from the moment he woke up, and I really needed the car to drive him around so he would take a nap. We got through the day, and when DH came home he started the car just fine, go figure.
Thursday comes and I have a few errands to run. Library books due back, doctors appointment to go to. So we leave, and get past the garage. YIPPIE!!! But the car does hesitate to start when were leaving. Being aware of this I took the drive through option at McDonalds, and went straight to the library. We went in to the library, got some new books for the week and came out to head to a friends who I noticed was having a garage sale. The car won't start. Stranded at the library. I call DH who throws his half eaten lunch out to come and help me. We go to jump start the car. His little matchbox version of a vehicle starting an SUV for the second time in one week. Things are going okay. Matchbox car is sputtering because the air conditioner is on and it has problems with that. But other than that, things seem normal. Then there is this sound like a something sparking. DH goes into the car to turn it on, and I notice the battery is smoking! Check that, both batteries are smoking. So DH rushes to get the connections off the battery. Yeah, turns out we put them on backwards, nearly causing a fire. The plastic on the jumpers is completely melted away. Nice, I suggest going to the police station right next door for help. Problem is our registration has expired. Um, ooops. So Dh heads off to the store to get a new battery. Me and the kids go back into the library, Yoda crying because he wanted to go with daddy. Daddy comes back 10 minutes later to tell us that they don't have batteries of that specification at the store, and we would have to go to the dealership. So with new jumper cables DH jumps the car, successfully without any fires this time. We go to a car fixer place, and they manage to match the battery needed. So the car runs now. I'm going to try and take the kids out to do something fun lets see how far I get today.
Wednesday, keys in hand I attempted to go to the museum once again. This time I got in the car, car seats in place, kids buckled in. But the car wouldn't start. Dead battery! So we all go back inside, stuck again. This day was particularly bad. Chi was in a dreadful mood from the moment he woke up, and I really needed the car to drive him around so he would take a nap. We got through the day, and when DH came home he started the car just fine, go figure.
Thursday comes and I have a few errands to run. Library books due back, doctors appointment to go to. So we leave, and get past the garage. YIPPIE!!! But the car does hesitate to start when were leaving. Being aware of this I took the drive through option at McDonalds, and went straight to the library. We went in to the library, got some new books for the week and came out to head to a friends who I noticed was having a garage sale. The car won't start. Stranded at the library. I call DH who throws his half eaten lunch out to come and help me. We go to jump start the car. His little matchbox version of a vehicle starting an SUV for the second time in one week. Things are going okay. Matchbox car is sputtering because the air conditioner is on and it has problems with that. But other than that, things seem normal. Then there is this sound like a something sparking. DH goes into the car to turn it on, and I notice the battery is smoking! Check that, both batteries are smoking. So DH rushes to get the connections off the battery. Yeah, turns out we put them on backwards, nearly causing a fire. The plastic on the jumpers is completely melted away. Nice, I suggest going to the police station right next door for help. Problem is our registration has expired. Um, ooops. So Dh heads off to the store to get a new battery. Me and the kids go back into the library, Yoda crying because he wanted to go with daddy. Daddy comes back 10 minutes later to tell us that they don't have batteries of that specification at the store, and we would have to go to the dealership. So with new jumper cables DH jumps the car, successfully without any fires this time. We go to a car fixer place, and they manage to match the battery needed. So the car runs now. I'm going to try and take the kids out to do something fun lets see how far I get today.
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
Charlies Angels
Wow, I haven't posted in a while. There has been a lot going on I guess. Where to start;
I guess with what takes the most time, POTTY TRAINING! We have been sans diapers for a week and a half now. It's, well it's going. Were still having two accidents a day on average. And we fight going to the potty with all we have. Usually Yoda does the thing where you have to go so so so bad, so you just grab your pee-pee in hopes you can stop the impending pee. Which causes Yoda, and mommy(generally with Wee-Bit in arms) to run like a bat out of hell to the bathroom. For some reason he only has accidents when daddy gets home, wonder why that is. Were doing matchbox cars as rewards, and well we have a ton of them. Like 40 of them. It's cool, I think there are ten year olds who would love to have that many. And I must admit it's become more of my obsession, like I want to collect all of them. I must contain myself.
I went to the dentist last week and got my first job done. He had to fix a root canal and put a temporary crown. Then in a few weeks, I think the day after my sons birthday I go in and get the permanent crown. The crown on my tooth now is this great bling bling silver one! Thank gosh it's a molar, I mean I look like I'm trying for a grill, but I'm really poor. I did get a compliment though, the lady said my teeth were really white and asked if I bleached, which I don't. Not in the last three years anyway, so that was great. I decided that the gas actually makes the process worse. Like my mind was going crazy, the drilling seemed to be so loud. I suppose it was like having a bad trip. I don't know, the only drugs I've ever taken have been for serious pain, like my c-section. And those just made me sleepy, and not in so much pain. They really need to make pain free dentistry, seriously, what's taking so long on that discovery.
I'm gaining weight at an alarming pace. I think I am. My pants are tight again, my fat roles go over the waistband and look so bad. I was trying to gigure out when I could get to the gym, but there is no good time. DH works 9+ hours a day, and when he gets home it's dinner and then walk and play time with the neighbors. I can't take that away from Yoda, he loves it. I guess I could take them during the day and stick them in daycare, although I don't see my oldest staying in there. Maybe if there were lots of other kids, who were nice. I go to the doctor on Thursday for my back, so we shall see what I weigh.
So this weekend I got a horrible haircut. It's part of my impulsive nature, I jsut go to whoever to get my hair cut. I don't have like a stylist, or spend much money. Master cuts, or any of those places works fine, usually. This time not so much. I go in and ask for a trim. Just a trim! The girl decides, for some reason to cut my entire hair with a razor! It would have a messy wispy look she said. Um, yeah wispy. I look like Charlies Angels. Not the cute Charlie's angles, the recent one but the one from Nick at Nite. Actually I look worse than that. I can't get it to look like she did at the salon, so I mostly look like and out of work drunk rock star. I think this matches the mullet I had when I was like 8. It's no wonder I wasn't popular in school. But I digress. Anyway, worst haircut ever. Good thing I'm into the matronly bun look.
Okay, enough for this update. It's nearly midnight and my kids are wide awake. I'm going to be so tired tomorrow. Sigh. Oh and I'm so happy to see I have made it to Crazy Hip Blog Mommas! I'm way excited. I must start reading and posting on other blogs now. And being a better poster here as well. Except I have to figure out a better format, this one is not working for me.
I guess with what takes the most time, POTTY TRAINING! We have been sans diapers for a week and a half now. It's, well it's going. Were still having two accidents a day on average. And we fight going to the potty with all we have. Usually Yoda does the thing where you have to go so so so bad, so you just grab your pee-pee in hopes you can stop the impending pee. Which causes Yoda, and mommy(generally with Wee-Bit in arms) to run like a bat out of hell to the bathroom. For some reason he only has accidents when daddy gets home, wonder why that is. Were doing matchbox cars as rewards, and well we have a ton of them. Like 40 of them. It's cool, I think there are ten year olds who would love to have that many. And I must admit it's become more of my obsession, like I want to collect all of them. I must contain myself.
I went to the dentist last week and got my first job done. He had to fix a root canal and put a temporary crown. Then in a few weeks, I think the day after my sons birthday I go in and get the permanent crown. The crown on my tooth now is this great bling bling silver one! Thank gosh it's a molar, I mean I look like I'm trying for a grill, but I'm really poor. I did get a compliment though, the lady said my teeth were really white and asked if I bleached, which I don't. Not in the last three years anyway, so that was great. I decided that the gas actually makes the process worse. Like my mind was going crazy, the drilling seemed to be so loud. I suppose it was like having a bad trip. I don't know, the only drugs I've ever taken have been for serious pain, like my c-section. And those just made me sleepy, and not in so much pain. They really need to make pain free dentistry, seriously, what's taking so long on that discovery.
I'm gaining weight at an alarming pace. I think I am. My pants are tight again, my fat roles go over the waistband and look so bad. I was trying to gigure out when I could get to the gym, but there is no good time. DH works 9+ hours a day, and when he gets home it's dinner and then walk and play time with the neighbors. I can't take that away from Yoda, he loves it. I guess I could take them during the day and stick them in daycare, although I don't see my oldest staying in there. Maybe if there were lots of other kids, who were nice. I go to the doctor on Thursday for my back, so we shall see what I weigh.
So this weekend I got a horrible haircut. It's part of my impulsive nature, I jsut go to whoever to get my hair cut. I don't have like a stylist, or spend much money. Master cuts, or any of those places works fine, usually. This time not so much. I go in and ask for a trim. Just a trim! The girl decides, for some reason to cut my entire hair with a razor! It would have a messy wispy look she said. Um, yeah wispy. I look like Charlies Angels. Not the cute Charlie's angles, the recent one but the one from Nick at Nite. Actually I look worse than that. I can't get it to look like she did at the salon, so I mostly look like and out of work drunk rock star. I think this matches the mullet I had when I was like 8. It's no wonder I wasn't popular in school. But I digress. Anyway, worst haircut ever. Good thing I'm into the matronly bun look.
Okay, enough for this update. It's nearly midnight and my kids are wide awake. I'm going to be so tired tomorrow. Sigh. Oh and I'm so happy to see I have made it to Crazy Hip Blog Mommas! I'm way excited. I must start reading and posting on other blogs now. And being a better poster here as well. Except I have to figure out a better format, this one is not working for me.
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