The title of this post is actually something I copied from the Grey's Anatomy blog. It's the title of a song I have stuck in my head by the Presidents of the United States which was pretty popular in my high school days. It's not that I'm thinking about peaches and have some sort of prego craving for them. But when you're up really early on a day you don't work the opening line of that song just fits, "Early in the morning gonna eat a lot of peaches," which just seems like a silly thing to be doing or singing about.
This blog is not so much an update as it's the prelude to many updates. Since the only real news that's been heard from me was my pregnancy I thought I'd update in parts cause there's sooooo much to tell. So this is the rough outline of what I'll be talking about in the next few days:
- The Big Move to Boise
- School update and starting the Internship
- Treyson Turns Five
- Jen Turns 30
- 4th of July in Oregon
I say rough because I could remember something I wanted to talk about that's not on the list but that's what I've got so far. And there will be pictures!
Friday, July 18, 2008
Thursday, June 19, 2008
The Skinny
I've sat down at the computer to post something five or six times but I always draw a blank. It doesn't help that lately I haven't had the Internet at my home so I try to do a post update at work. So as the blank persists I click on the little red X and just move on to what I should be doing instead.
But now I have the Internet at home. I can post away feeling no guilt. Except of course for the gnawing pain in my stomach telling me it's time to eat. Normally I would just ignore it and eat after I'm done and the gnawing pain would eventually go away. Except now that I'm pregnant when the pain goes away the mock throwing up starts and that does not go away until baby is no longer hungry.
Ok so now I have some carrots to munch on so baby is satisfied I can continue to post. Except MiniFlash is calling to me from the bathroom asking for some clothes to change into for the day.
Ok now that MiniFlash is dressing himself I can get back to updating the world on my current activities. Except now I'm thinking about the pile of books laying around the office that need to be put away, the boxes of pictures and memorabilia that need to be organized, the stack of bills that need attending too, the clutter of dishes in the sink that have been ignored for days, the shopping list on the refrigerator that needs to be cleared, and the many frames of pictures and decorations that need to be mounted on walls...
(Laughs weakly) Guess I can't avoid the other things I should be doing at home either.
But now I have the Internet at home. I can post away feeling no guilt. Except of course for the gnawing pain in my stomach telling me it's time to eat. Normally I would just ignore it and eat after I'm done and the gnawing pain would eventually go away. Except now that I'm pregnant when the pain goes away the mock throwing up starts and that does not go away until baby is no longer hungry.
Ok so now I have some carrots to munch on so baby is satisfied I can continue to post. Except MiniFlash is calling to me from the bathroom asking for some clothes to change into for the day.
Ok now that MiniFlash is dressing himself I can get back to updating the world on my current activities. Except now I'm thinking about the pile of books laying around the office that need to be put away, the boxes of pictures and memorabilia that need to be organized, the stack of bills that need attending too, the clutter of dishes in the sink that have been ignored for days, the shopping list on the refrigerator that needs to be cleared, and the many frames of pictures and decorations that need to be mounted on walls...
(Laughs weakly) Guess I can't avoid the other things I should be doing at home either.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Cooked Onions
I've never been a fan of onions. I pretty much dislike everything about them. From the moment I crack that thin layer of whatever protective coating you would call that flaky stuff the water works start up and I'm not even emotionally upset about anything. Unless the fact that I actually have to touch an onion counts. Next comes the juice. You can't touch any where on your body, especially your face or eyes, because then the stinging will begin. Why it doesn't hurt my hands but the rest of me is off limits I'll never know.
The smell isn't so great either. It makes your breath and your hands stink. And it just DOESN'T GO AWAY! Have you ever seen that part in the Labyrinth when they get trapped in the Bog of Eternal Stench and the little dwarf guys says you get touched with that stuff and it'll make you stink FOREVER. Well that's what working with onions is like, it turns my hands into the Hands of Eternal Stench.
But I've always been able to tolerate it ok. I hate raw onions but I'm ok with the cooked stuff that is hidden artfully within a meal thereby only claiming the right of adding flavor like a seasoning and not being an actual part of the meal.
That is until I got pregnant and it's tragic.
Cause even though I don't like onions and would prefer them to be hidden within a meal I love sauteed onions and mushrooms. What's more I love sauteed onions and mushrooms on hot pastrami sandwiches. Something my family makes often.
But alas now that I'm pregnant my dislike for onions has turned into an all out war between my tastebuds and my stomach. And just so you know my sense of smell has sided with my stomach. It's like all of a sudden my tastebuds have become Germany a normally peaceful and good country but ruled by a horrible leader and my sense of smell is the United States coming to Englands defence from total annihilation.
So now I'm a bit queasy and not seeing much end in sight. Unless you count seven months from now but I was really really hoping I could have a hot pastrami sandwich without wanting to throw up sooner then that. Especilly since sushi's been taken from me too.
Boo hoo
The smell isn't so great either. It makes your breath and your hands stink. And it just DOESN'T GO AWAY! Have you ever seen that part in the Labyrinth when they get trapped in the Bog of Eternal Stench and the little dwarf guys says you get touched with that stuff and it'll make you stink FOREVER. Well that's what working with onions is like, it turns my hands into the Hands of Eternal Stench.
But I've always been able to tolerate it ok. I hate raw onions but I'm ok with the cooked stuff that is hidden artfully within a meal thereby only claiming the right of adding flavor like a seasoning and not being an actual part of the meal.
That is until I got pregnant and it's tragic.
Cause even though I don't like onions and would prefer them to be hidden within a meal I love sauteed onions and mushrooms. What's more I love sauteed onions and mushrooms on hot pastrami sandwiches. Something my family makes often.
But alas now that I'm pregnant my dislike for onions has turned into an all out war between my tastebuds and my stomach. And just so you know my sense of smell has sided with my stomach. It's like all of a sudden my tastebuds have become Germany a normally peaceful and good country but ruled by a horrible leader and my sense of smell is the United States coming to Englands defence from total annihilation.
So now I'm a bit queasy and not seeing much end in sight. Unless you count seven months from now but I was really really hoping I could have a hot pastrami sandwich without wanting to throw up sooner then that. Especilly since sushi's been taken from me too.
Boo hoo
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Open Sesame!!
The internet has provided the ordinary person an opportunity to go beyond the everyday hum drum existance to create a world that is beyond the reaches of modern physics. The identiy of scrawny John Doe an ordinary accountant with no distiguishing features was altered to the internet screenname of Lord Alatáriël Súrion of the fair folk beautiful and daring who enters in on many adventures.
Screennames and passwords - heaven forbide identity thieft should reach the realms of imagination - were created as an alter ego. Ten years ago I created a password for my email account that I thought signified me as a person and it became the password for my various online accounts. This secret password was like the key that unlocked the alter ego I created for myself something - much like my screenname - was another part of myself.
So imagine my disgust when I was asked to change my password to add symbols and numbers. Imagine my farther disgust when I was asked to not only make sure my password had numbers and symbols in it but I wasn't allowed to use up to 10 of my previous passwords. My password was not just a word, it was part of my alter ego - a part of me they were asking me to destroy.
But - I have a plan! I think we live in a day and age where voice activation is the only way to truly secure our alter egos. To keep them safe from the evil intentions of evil doers we must use our voices (literally). This will save our passwords from being corrupted by the internet society that refused to see we can keep our alter egos safe!
Of course then we'll probably have to start using robotice equivalents mixed in with our own voices to duplicated the symbols and numbers of the typed passwords era.
Screennames and passwords - heaven forbide identity thieft should reach the realms of imagination - were created as an alter ego. Ten years ago I created a password for my email account that I thought signified me as a person and it became the password for my various online accounts. This secret password was like the key that unlocked the alter ego I created for myself something - much like my screenname - was another part of myself.
So imagine my disgust when I was asked to change my password to add symbols and numbers. Imagine my farther disgust when I was asked to not only make sure my password had numbers and symbols in it but I wasn't allowed to use up to 10 of my previous passwords. My password was not just a word, it was part of my alter ego - a part of me they were asking me to destroy.
But - I have a plan! I think we live in a day and age where voice activation is the only way to truly secure our alter egos. To keep them safe from the evil intentions of evil doers we must use our voices (literally). This will save our passwords from being corrupted by the internet society that refused to see we can keep our alter egos safe!
Of course then we'll probably have to start using robotice equivalents mixed in with our own voices to duplicated the symbols and numbers of the typed passwords era.
Monday, March 24, 2008
Falling Into It
Yesterday was Easter and Flash and I got to spend it with Mini Flash this year. He's getting so big now and he's only four! Every time he comes back to us I feel like I'm looking at somebody new. So the three of us were sitting around the table eating ham, cheesy potatoes, and broccoli when MF has to go potty.
It's pretty normal for MF to be in the bathroom for a really long time. I think he likes to play with the water when he washes his hands in the sink. Flash isn't totally aware of this very slow nature of his little boy (it doesn't end with the bathroom, he takes forever getting dressed, eating, brushing his teeth, even walking) and commented on how long he took.
When MF finally came back to the table the conversation goes something like this:
Me: We were beginning to think you fell in the toilet.
MF: Why did you think I fell in the toilet?
Me: Because you took a really long time coming back to the table.
MF: But why does that mean you thought I fell into the toilet.
Me: It's just something you say sometimes when someone takes a long time in the bathroom. It's like a joke.
MF: Oh.
This conversation wouldn't be worth posting about if it wasn't for the next conversation that happened this morning. MF was hungry and I went to fix him a piece of toast leaving him to play on the computer upstairs.
Me: Here's your toast sweetheart.
MF: Thank you.
MF: I was beginning to think you fell in the microwave.
Oh how I laughed.
It's pretty normal for MF to be in the bathroom for a really long time. I think he likes to play with the water when he washes his hands in the sink. Flash isn't totally aware of this very slow nature of his little boy (it doesn't end with the bathroom, he takes forever getting dressed, eating, brushing his teeth, even walking) and commented on how long he took.
When MF finally came back to the table the conversation goes something like this:
Me: We were beginning to think you fell in the toilet.
MF: Why did you think I fell in the toilet?
Me: Because you took a really long time coming back to the table.
MF: But why does that mean you thought I fell into the toilet.
Me: It's just something you say sometimes when someone takes a long time in the bathroom. It's like a joke.
MF: Oh.
This conversation wouldn't be worth posting about if it wasn't for the next conversation that happened this morning. MF was hungry and I went to fix him a piece of toast leaving him to play on the computer upstairs.
Me: Here's your toast sweetheart.
MF: Thank you.
MF: I was beginning to think you fell in the microwave.
Oh how I laughed.
Pay it Forward
So I decided to make a promise. I got this from another blogger's blog. I guess there's this blogger wide attempt to do a pay it forward sort of thing. The way this works is, the first three people to comment on this post will get a hand made gift from yours truly.
Of course you are wondering what's in it for yours truly? Well, the other blogger I was telling you about...she's making me a gift too but I had to promise to post the same promise on my own blog.
So guess what! The first three people who post on my blog has to promise to post it on their blog too! And the gifts just keep on giving!
The only problem is as far as I know only three people read this blog and one of them is the person I'm already getting a gift from. :)
Of course you are wondering what's in it for yours truly? Well, the other blogger I was telling you about...she's making me a gift too but I had to promise to post the same promise on my own blog.
So guess what! The first three people who post on my blog has to promise to post it on their blog too! And the gifts just keep on giving!
The only problem is as far as I know only three people read this blog and one of them is the person I'm already getting a gift from. :)
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Missing Socks
So I figured out where missing socks go....here's how I found out.
Date: Sunday January 13, 2008
Location: A nice luxury room in Idaho Mountains
Time: 8:00am
(Setting: My husband crawled into bed with me after baby-sitting a bunch of boys from my work all night long)
Flash: I lost a sock
Me: Just "A" sock? (I use my feet to confirm that yes he was only missing ONE sock)
Flash: I looked everywhere for it. I couldn't find it.
Me: Well, at least you brought plenty more.
(Flash gets up to take a shower. Before he walks to the bathroom he opens the door of our master bedroom and bugs our friend sleeping on the couch.)
Me: (see something sticking out of the back of his pants) Hey babe...
Flash: (Still looking out into the living room) Yeah?
Me: I found your sock
Date: Sunday January 13, 2008
Location: A nice luxury room in Idaho Mountains
Time: 8:00am
(Setting: My husband crawled into bed with me after baby-sitting a bunch of boys from my work all night long)
Flash: I lost a sock
Me: Just "A" sock? (I use my feet to confirm that yes he was only missing ONE sock)
Flash: I looked everywhere for it. I couldn't find it.
Me: Well, at least you brought plenty more.
(Flash gets up to take a shower. Before he walks to the bathroom he opens the door of our master bedroom and bugs our friend sleeping on the couch.)
Me: (see something sticking out of the back of his pants) Hey babe...
Flash: (Still looking out into the living room) Yeah?
Me: I found your sock
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Bathroom humor
There are two things I want to mention about the bathroom I hope you'll find as funny as I do.
There are days when I spend the whole day studying at school. When I start I can't just get up and walk away from my stuff (if you've read any past blogs you'll know how much stuff I have which has doubled lately with an additional bag of books for research). Walking away could result in a stolen computer (which I've done once already years and years ago...long story don't ask). So I've come to a realization about studying:
It's like going on a long trip....make sure you go to the bathroom first and make scheduled stops so you're not frantically rushing to a bathroom before it's too late.
Then there are the automatic toilet flushers
There's nothing more freaky then having one flush when you're still on it.
Now if you'll excuse me I have to pack my stuff up and rush off somewhere. I'm sure you'll guess where.
There are days when I spend the whole day studying at school. When I start I can't just get up and walk away from my stuff (if you've read any past blogs you'll know how much stuff I have which has doubled lately with an additional bag of books for research). Walking away could result in a stolen computer (which I've done once already years and years ago...long story don't ask). So I've come to a realization about studying:
It's like going on a long trip....make sure you go to the bathroom first and make scheduled stops so you're not frantically rushing to a bathroom before it's too late.
Then there are the automatic toilet flushers
There's nothing more freaky then having one flush when you're still on it.
Now if you'll excuse me I have to pack my stuff up and rush off somewhere. I'm sure you'll guess where.
Thursday, October 04, 2007
LDS Stepmoms
So I've come to realize that LDS stepmoms don't need support groups. I've looked every where for one. LdsLinkup, Facebook, yahoo!, AOL, and anything else I happen to be affiliated with.
There are lots of stepmom groups out there and I plan on joining the ones that best match my needs, but there's something to be said about being able to talk about how your beliefs influence the combined family you've stepped into.
In view of this fact I decided to make a group myself. It's called LDS Stepmoms (I know very original but I thought I'd keep it simple) on yahoo and I've provided a link in the Links part of the sidebar. It wasn't created to exclude anyone though the title might make it seem that way. But it is a place that LDS stepmoms can converse freely about their faith and the children they've tried to treat as their own.
So if anyone knows someone who could use a place to share their experiences and need a place for encouragment feel free to send them to http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ldsstepmoms/
I also have some promotion buttons over there for easy access. :)
There are lots of stepmom groups out there and I plan on joining the ones that best match my needs, but there's something to be said about being able to talk about how your beliefs influence the combined family you've stepped into.
In view of this fact I decided to make a group myself. It's called LDS Stepmoms (I know very original but I thought I'd keep it simple) on yahoo and I've provided a link in the Links part of the sidebar. It wasn't created to exclude anyone though the title might make it seem that way. But it is a place that LDS stepmoms can converse freely about their faith and the children they've tried to treat as their own.
So if anyone knows someone who could use a place to share their experiences and need a place for encouragment feel free to send them to http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ldsstepmoms/
I also have some promotion buttons over there for easy access. :)
Monday, October 01, 2007
Mom but not the mom....
Role conflict is defined as the a role of one area of life crossing over and conflicting with a role in another part of life.
The example often used are the old flight attendence that had to act flirty and seductive without being available who are also mom's and wives back home. Your desire to be true to who you are at home conflicts with the role flight attendies had to take on.
So what do you call a role that is a conflict in and of itself?
Like being the stepmom. When you think stepmom initially all that comes to mind is a woman that is married to a man that has a son that's not your own. Most people draw the line there not thinking much farther of the complexities of the role.
Wow have I had an eye opener. Being a stepmom is so much more than just being some woman that's marrying a guy with kids. It's being the mom but not the mom.
What?
How do you define that to someone? How do you define that to yourself?
And I've found no books on the subject. Not any real useful ones. My local Deseret Bookstore has nothing on the subject anyway. My search has really ended there. Mainly because I don't want to get a non-LDS view point unless recommended by someone. The last thing I need is a book filling my head with stuff that doesn't apply to my situation.
There are so many conflicts with this role I've taken on. How do you disipline? How do you combine your role with your husbands role and the full on father? That sounds silly but trust me if you guys don't have it together it can create some serious issues. Nothing major has come up yet but I'm just waiting for the bottom to drop out.
But there are some perks. Last night I stayed at my parents to satisfy a silly obsession of mine (Heroes) while Flash took Mini Flash home. About an hour later when Flash and I got home I get a phone call from Mini Flash. He just wanted to talk and say goodnight to me. His mom told me he couldn't figure out why I wasn't there and was very upset that he couldn't give me a goodnight hug. So he asked his mom to call me so he could do it over the phone.
Man...melt my heart why dontcha!
The example often used are the old flight attendence that had to act flirty and seductive without being available who are also mom's and wives back home. Your desire to be true to who you are at home conflicts with the role flight attendies had to take on.
So what do you call a role that is a conflict in and of itself?
Like being the stepmom. When you think stepmom initially all that comes to mind is a woman that is married to a man that has a son that's not your own. Most people draw the line there not thinking much farther of the complexities of the role.
Wow have I had an eye opener. Being a stepmom is so much more than just being some woman that's marrying a guy with kids. It's being the mom but not the mom.
What?
How do you define that to someone? How do you define that to yourself?
And I've found no books on the subject. Not any real useful ones. My local Deseret Bookstore has nothing on the subject anyway. My search has really ended there. Mainly because I don't want to get a non-LDS view point unless recommended by someone. The last thing I need is a book filling my head with stuff that doesn't apply to my situation.
There are so many conflicts with this role I've taken on. How do you disipline? How do you combine your role with your husbands role and the full on father? That sounds silly but trust me if you guys don't have it together it can create some serious issues. Nothing major has come up yet but I'm just waiting for the bottom to drop out.
But there are some perks. Last night I stayed at my parents to satisfy a silly obsession of mine (Heroes) while Flash took Mini Flash home. About an hour later when Flash and I got home I get a phone call from Mini Flash. He just wanted to talk and say goodnight to me. His mom told me he couldn't figure out why I wasn't there and was very upset that he couldn't give me a goodnight hug. So he asked his mom to call me so he could do it over the phone.
Man...melt my heart why dontcha!
Thursday, September 27, 2007
A conversation with myself...
Realizing I carry too much stuff aroiund at school I go through a mental checklist:
School Related Material:
- 5 folers one for each subject (replaced bulky binder)
- 1 1" three ring binder for E201 journal (considering another folder to conserve space)
- MGMT301 Text (will always need (dang it), always have work to do)
- E275 text ("Compact" Bedford for literature, even my teacher thought the phrase "compact" was ironic considering the size, this too I will always need see above)
- Tech Rhet text (again see above)
- pencil bag (gotta have a place for my writing material)
- map of Boise (don't need)
- computer internet cord (again don't need)
- bus schedule (torn up need a new one)
- agenda book (my brain, can't leave that behind)
Nutrition:
- lunch box w/ food for lunch and sometimes dinner (this...the source of my condencing problems)
Clothing:
- Light jacket (I'm a wuss and it gets cold; will be upgrading soon to heavier clothing plus gloves, scarves, and hat, winters coming)
Essentials to Life:
- cell phone
- iPod (leave either of these behind? Are you crazed? Will be combining both soon. Kinda getting a Verizon Chocolate phone)
- Car Keys
- wallet - duh.
Analysis Process:
Me: the lunch box has to go
Myself: I can't fit my food in my bag - not condusive for all lmy stuff
Me: That bag is expensive, light wieght, and condusive for heavy books if you can't make it work then you don't deserve the bag.
Myself: You're right, I deserve something better!
I love it when I win. :)
School Related Material:
- 5 folers one for each subject (replaced bulky binder)
- 1 1" three ring binder for E201 journal (considering another folder to conserve space)
- MGMT301 Text (will always need (dang it), always have work to do)
- E275 text ("Compact" Bedford for literature, even my teacher thought the phrase "compact" was ironic considering the size, this too I will always need see above)
- Tech Rhet text (again see above)
- pencil bag (gotta have a place for my writing material)
- map of Boise (don't need)
- computer internet cord (again don't need)
- bus schedule (torn up need a new one)
- agenda book (my brain, can't leave that behind)
Nutrition:
- lunch box w/ food for lunch and sometimes dinner (this...the source of my condencing problems)
Clothing:
- Light jacket (I'm a wuss and it gets cold; will be upgrading soon to heavier clothing plus gloves, scarves, and hat, winters coming)
Essentials to Life:
- cell phone
- iPod (leave either of these behind? Are you crazed? Will be combining both soon. Kinda getting a Verizon Chocolate phone)
- Car Keys
- wallet - duh.
Analysis Process:
Me: the lunch box has to go
Myself: I can't fit my food in my bag - not condusive for all lmy stuff
Me: That bag is expensive, light wieght, and condusive for heavy books if you can't make it work then you don't deserve the bag.
Myself: You're right, I deserve something better!
I love it when I win. :)
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Not any fun any more...
I find it interesting the questions I've been getting lately have been reverted to just one. As if this question is the all encompassing symbol of my life.
How's married life?
It's almost as if anything I've ever done in my life is now null and void. It has now become the most interesting thing about me. Being married. It's almost like me being married is the only thing I think about so that's the only thing people ask me about.
Don't get me wrong. I love being married. It's the FIRST thing I think about when I'm asked what has God blessed me with in my life. Flash and MF (Mini Flash I had forgotten I had given him that nickname. Shows how long I haven't blogged). They certainly are a big part of my life now. But it's not the only thing I think about.
The three of us went camping with some friends. Katie has been my friend for years; a single mother of one daughter named Samantha had gotten married the day after I returned from my mission in California. Samantha and I have always been good friends. She was six when I first met her and now 11. During the course of the weekend this is the conversation we had:
Sam: I don't know what I'm going to do when you have a baby.
Me: What do you mean?
Sam: Well when you have a baby you're going to be even less fun than you already are!
Me: What?!?!
Sam: Well when you first came home you were no fun cause of school. Now you're married you're even less fun. When you have a baby it's just going to keep being no fun!
I got her back though. I told her she's been snappy and sulky all weekend and she's been no fun since she turned 11 (I know, so mature).
Is that what I've been reduced to? No fun?
Of course I have to keep in mind that she's 11. Nearly a teenager and never happy with anything. So I'm taking it with a grain of salt but it kind of reaffirmed what I already expected. People only see the married part of me. Before they find out I'm married we have a strong engaging conversation where we ask all sorts of questions of each other. But as soon as they find out I'm married it's all we can talk about.
It's two fold. One: am I not showing people there's more to me? Two: are people not creative? They can't think of anything else to ask?
My closest friends don't ask me this. So it could be more of a level of friendship sort of thing. But I find myself asking the same thing of other people who just got married.
One of my friends put it perfectly when I asked him that question, "What am I going to say? It's horrible?" I think he was getting as fed up with it then as I am now. Of course I'm not so much fed up with it as I find it amusing.
How's married life?
It's almost as if anything I've ever done in my life is now null and void. It has now become the most interesting thing about me. Being married. It's almost like me being married is the only thing I think about so that's the only thing people ask me about.
Don't get me wrong. I love being married. It's the FIRST thing I think about when I'm asked what has God blessed me with in my life. Flash and MF (Mini Flash I had forgotten I had given him that nickname. Shows how long I haven't blogged). They certainly are a big part of my life now. But it's not the only thing I think about.
The three of us went camping with some friends. Katie has been my friend for years; a single mother of one daughter named Samantha had gotten married the day after I returned from my mission in California. Samantha and I have always been good friends. She was six when I first met her and now 11. During the course of the weekend this is the conversation we had:
Sam: I don't know what I'm going to do when you have a baby.
Me: What do you mean?
Sam: Well when you have a baby you're going to be even less fun than you already are!
Me: What?!?!
Sam: Well when you first came home you were no fun cause of school. Now you're married you're even less fun. When you have a baby it's just going to keep being no fun!
I got her back though. I told her she's been snappy and sulky all weekend and she's been no fun since she turned 11 (I know, so mature).
Is that what I've been reduced to? No fun?
Of course I have to keep in mind that she's 11. Nearly a teenager and never happy with anything. So I'm taking it with a grain of salt but it kind of reaffirmed what I already expected. People only see the married part of me. Before they find out I'm married we have a strong engaging conversation where we ask all sorts of questions of each other. But as soon as they find out I'm married it's all we can talk about.
It's two fold. One: am I not showing people there's more to me? Two: are people not creative? They can't think of anything else to ask?
My closest friends don't ask me this. So it could be more of a level of friendship sort of thing. But I find myself asking the same thing of other people who just got married.
One of my friends put it perfectly when I asked him that question, "What am I going to say? It's horrible?" I think he was getting as fed up with it then as I am now. Of course I'm not so much fed up with it as I find it amusing.
Sunday, September 16, 2007
I'm back
Been gone for a while. July and August were crazy months for me. And the only reason why I'm blogging now is because I can't sleep and I just remembered I had a blog. Life can do that to you when things get thrown around and upside down what with getting married and all. It's a good thing only one person actually pays attention to this thing and she's seen me and talked to me since the whole engagement thing. So I don't feel too bad.
So of course I had to move out of my apartment, get a wedding dress (heh that was the easy part), plan the reception, get the honeymoon taken care of, and meld my world with two males I've never lived with before. My husband is none other then Flash who I've posted about before. I can hardly believe how far we've come in such a short time.
The second little man is just that, a little man. He's my four year old, blond, cute as a button image of his father step-son. Yep I'm an instant mom. He actually came up to me a couple days ago and asked if he could call me mom. Of course I could never replace his mom and we both know that and the ex-wife and I have come to an agreement that the Little Man can decide on what he will call me.
It's too bad I didn't make that clear to my husband. Flash has been trying to respect his ex-wife by having LM call me Mama Em. Which makes me sound like a grandma. Our discussion was a little heated over that one but it's been working out.
It's been an interesting experience learning to be married. It really isn't something you just do naturally. Well some of it anyway. There are some things I can do just fine. Like making meals, doing dishes, laundry, etc. Other things more personal and having to do with my personality have been more difficult. I've been more emotional and less rational since we've been married and Flash gets a little frustrated with that.
But I've come to the realization that it really isn't about me. I got scared in the beginning thinking that I couldn't trust either Flash nor God to take care of me and I started to struggle between wanting to take care of Flash and the LM and myself at the same time. Which causes problems because I got emotional about the smallest of things.
I need to put more trust in God and in Flash and rely on that good ol' friend of mine patience. She's a good one to keep around.
On a side note the three of us were driving to my parents house for our weekly Sunday dinner and Flash kept positioning his mirror (I was driving so he used his visor mirror) to just looked at me. I can't say stared at me because that would imply he was being rude or obnoxious. But he just looked like he appreciated what he saw.
He's never done that before. *squee* now I feel all warm and gushy inside.
So of course I had to move out of my apartment, get a wedding dress (heh that was the easy part), plan the reception, get the honeymoon taken care of, and meld my world with two males I've never lived with before. My husband is none other then Flash who I've posted about before. I can hardly believe how far we've come in such a short time.
The second little man is just that, a little man. He's my four year old, blond, cute as a button image of his father step-son. Yep I'm an instant mom. He actually came up to me a couple days ago and asked if he could call me mom. Of course I could never replace his mom and we both know that and the ex-wife and I have come to an agreement that the Little Man can decide on what he will call me.
It's too bad I didn't make that clear to my husband. Flash has been trying to respect his ex-wife by having LM call me Mama Em. Which makes me sound like a grandma. Our discussion was a little heated over that one but it's been working out.
It's been an interesting experience learning to be married. It really isn't something you just do naturally. Well some of it anyway. There are some things I can do just fine. Like making meals, doing dishes, laundry, etc. Other things more personal and having to do with my personality have been more difficult. I've been more emotional and less rational since we've been married and Flash gets a little frustrated with that.
But I've come to the realization that it really isn't about me. I got scared in the beginning thinking that I couldn't trust either Flash nor God to take care of me and I started to struggle between wanting to take care of Flash and the LM and myself at the same time. Which causes problems because I got emotional about the smallest of things.
I need to put more trust in God and in Flash and rely on that good ol' friend of mine patience. She's a good one to keep around.
On a side note the three of us were driving to my parents house for our weekly Sunday dinner and Flash kept positioning his mirror (I was driving so he used his visor mirror) to just looked at me. I can't say stared at me because that would imply he was being rude or obnoxious. But he just looked like he appreciated what he saw.
He's never done that before. *squee* now I feel all warm and gushy inside.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
The Devil's Son is an Angel (Most of the Time)
Flash has a four year old son.
I've known about the Little Man from the beginning of our friendship. I've had several chances to play with him and get to know him. He was even there for our first date (I secretly believe Flash has him on first dates to see how the girl handles it. Not that he'll ever admit it).
So of course I see Mini Flash about as regularly as I see the original version and we've developed a nice little friendship.
He is the cutest little kid ever. He sings songs, makes up stories, and loves Scooby-doo. And he looks just like his daddy.
And he listens to everything we say. I don't care what Flash says, he knows more than he lets on.
Case in point....
A few weeks ago Flash and I were at his sister's house building a deck and I was watching MF (Mini Flash). This was in the beginning of our relationship and we were still getting used to saying the words, "Boyfriend" and "Girlfriend" We were standing outside later that night in the front yard with MF grabbing onto our legs as we had our arms around each other discussing how strange those words sounded. It was a brief conversation and we then headed out to to Flash's house to have dinner.
MF's car seat was in my car and Flash had his car so I got to spend about 5 minutes shooting the breeze with just MF and me and this is roughly how the conversation went:
MF: (concerned) Wh- why- Why did dad say he was your boyfriend?
Me: Because he is my boyfriend.
MF: (in a slightly pouty voice) But I want to be your boyfriend.
Me: (lets out a little giggle) Oh really? But boyfriends and girlfriends kiss and you don't like my kisses.
*Flash back to three hours earlier that day*
Setting: MF and me sitting inside watching a movie. I placed myself on the couch in such a way that I could behold the nicely sculpted arms and shoulders of the man I had decided to devote my primary dating life to. MF notices this and promptly objects...
MF: Amly (that's not a mispelling that's how he says my name) I want you to watch the movie
Me: I am watching the movie babe.
MF: No you're not you looking at daddy.
Me: Well I like looking at him, is that bad?
MF: Stooooooop looking at him!
Me: (giggling) I don't want to!
MF: (crawling on my face) I've got her daddy! Daddy I'm keeping her from looking at you!
Me: (lifting him off of me and putting him inches in front of me) Fine then I'll look at you instead (and I leaned over and kissed his forhead)
MF: EW! Yuck! Don't kiss me! Don't kiss me! (he cries as he wipes my kiss off as if I had kissed his whole face).
*Forward to three hours later*
Me: But you don't like my kisses MF.
MF: But boyfriends and girlsfriends DON'T kiss!
Me: No? Then what do they do?
MF: They play together and eat together and have sleepovers. Will you sleep over tonight?
Me: Well daddy and I have decided that I shouldn't be sleeping over hon.
MF: But I WANT you to sleep over.
Me: Well we'll have to see about that babe.
So now I have a four year old boyfriend who wants me to sleepover at his house.
I've known about the Little Man from the beginning of our friendship. I've had several chances to play with him and get to know him. He was even there for our first date (I secretly believe Flash has him on first dates to see how the girl handles it. Not that he'll ever admit it).
So of course I see Mini Flash about as regularly as I see the original version and we've developed a nice little friendship.
He is the cutest little kid ever. He sings songs, makes up stories, and loves Scooby-doo. And he looks just like his daddy.
And he listens to everything we say. I don't care what Flash says, he knows more than he lets on.
Case in point....
A few weeks ago Flash and I were at his sister's house building a deck and I was watching MF (Mini Flash). This was in the beginning of our relationship and we were still getting used to saying the words, "Boyfriend" and "Girlfriend" We were standing outside later that night in the front yard with MF grabbing onto our legs as we had our arms around each other discussing how strange those words sounded. It was a brief conversation and we then headed out to to Flash's house to have dinner.
MF's car seat was in my car and Flash had his car so I got to spend about 5 minutes shooting the breeze with just MF and me and this is roughly how the conversation went:
MF: (concerned) Wh- why- Why did dad say he was your boyfriend?
Me: Because he is my boyfriend.
MF: (in a slightly pouty voice) But I want to be your boyfriend.
Me: (lets out a little giggle) Oh really? But boyfriends and girlfriends kiss and you don't like my kisses.
*Flash back to three hours earlier that day*
Setting: MF and me sitting inside watching a movie. I placed myself on the couch in such a way that I could behold the nicely sculpted arms and shoulders of the man I had decided to devote my primary dating life to. MF notices this and promptly objects...
MF: Amly (that's not a mispelling that's how he says my name) I want you to watch the movie
Me: I am watching the movie babe.
MF: No you're not you looking at daddy.
Me: Well I like looking at him, is that bad?
MF: Stooooooop looking at him!
Me: (giggling) I don't want to!
MF: (crawling on my face) I've got her daddy! Daddy I'm keeping her from looking at you!
Me: (lifting him off of me and putting him inches in front of me) Fine then I'll look at you instead (and I leaned over and kissed his forhead)
MF: EW! Yuck! Don't kiss me! Don't kiss me! (he cries as he wipes my kiss off as if I had kissed his whole face).
*Forward to three hours later*
Me: But you don't like my kisses MF.
MF: But boyfriends and girlsfriends DON'T kiss!
Me: No? Then what do they do?
MF: They play together and eat together and have sleepovers. Will you sleep over tonight?
Me: Well daddy and I have decided that I shouldn't be sleeping over hon.
MF: But I WANT you to sleep over.
Me: Well we'll have to see about that babe.
So now I have a four year old boyfriend who wants me to sleepover at his house.
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Kissed by the Devil
So it's official. I have a boyfriend. It's nice having a boyfriend and knowing it. The last time I had a boyfriend I was pretty much the last to find out.
He's a good one too. Tall, handsome, kind, easy going, funny, and well if you remember this blog entry then you'll know who it is. Yes folks it's finally happened! The uncatchable has finally decided to make the next step of dating exclusively. And she found a man worthy of her attentions which is a miracle in and of itself.
Neither one of us is familiar with the whole boyfriend/girlfriend thing. And apparently I come with a different manual then most girls as he puts it so the next chapter in my life is going to be interesting.
And for the time being since he's an electrician he will be known as Flash.
Flash isn't your normal guy.
He likes to make things unique, interesting...different.
So, of course, our first kiss didn't happen in the normal fashion.
You have to understand it's been driving me crazy he hasn't kissed me yet. He knew this and was holding out as long as he could. He told me he wasn't going to kiss me until he knew whether or not he wanted to be in a relationship with me.
Fine I can handle that. *twitch O_0 twitch*
So last night we were cuddling on the couch discussing our relationship. I made it perfectly clear what I wanted but this kid...getting any information out of him is like pulling teeth.
At this point we hadn't made any clear decision about being boyfriend/girlfriend. For my own personal satisfaction I needed to make sure it was clear what we were. I was not going to get myself in another situation where the guy was taking advantage of me. Last night was supposed to be the final talk. Either we are or we aren't and I move on.
So he finally tells me some concerns he has (which we won't go into) and I have him in a serious mood (which doesn't happen often, if ever). Little did I know at that very moment he decided to pull the biggest prank I think anyone has ever pulled on me.
Let me make this clear. I am very gullible so I don't believe anything anyone says. It's not often when someone pulls the wool over my eyes. I've trained myself to see through lies and half truths. Furthermore the type of person who likes to pull pranks. Ask my roommates, friends, and family they will tell you if a joke is being played I'm likely involved. There are several people who will tell you I got them. There have only been a hand-full of people who can truly say they got me.
But never like this.
So he's telling me his concerns and he slips in his final problem. He can't handle kissing lip to lip.
That totally took me off guard and at first I didn't believe him. I myself am not a huge fan of kissing but...seriously? Not like kissing to the point of being grossed out by it?
Seriously?
But he kept going with it. His face was so unquestioningly serious, even his eyes didn't have that usual glimmer of "I'm pulling a fast one on you" and I believed him.
Get what I'm saying people! I BELIEVED him with out a doubt. This is not something I do lightly. This is NOT something I EVER do.
I'm next to him and he's asking me, "Can you handle that? I'm serious I need you to promise me you'll never try to kiss me."
He started spouting off lines like, "You're going to leave me aren't you?" and "You have to promise not to say anything to anyone about this!"
Picture this. My hand on my head looking at the ceiling, breathing slow to keep my cool and I say, "I don't think I can handle this. That is just sooo weird. What guy doesn't like to kiss?"
When I asked that question he looked away from me AND SHUDDERED! Oh he was convincing that conniving little....grrrr. I'm still there, hand on top of my head as if it's going to some how contain the knowledge I needed to warp my mind around this new bit of information. I was trying to think of any example...any thing that could help me understand him and his request. The only image flashing through my mind was Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman.
Not a good example Emily!
I ask him, "But then...what do we do?"
He leaned over and gently kissed my ear lobe and said, "That and other things."
After this I was silent for a long time. And thought well if Julia can do it so can I.
Finally I said, "You really never want me to kiss you?" He confirmed his horrible little lie and I said, "Ok I won't kiss you."
"Pinkie swear?" He asks extending the smallest of his fingers of his left hand towards me.
"Pinkie swear..." and I wrap my little finger around his, sealing my fate and wondering what the heck I was getting myself into.
Thus I did what I always do when I find out something weird and am forced to put up with it.
I make fun of it.
He then proceeds to tell me I can't make fun of him for it! He was embarrassed by it! That should have tipped me off right there for this kid is embarrassed by nothing!
Oh he's evil he is.
He puts his face down in my shoulder as if I was hurting him as he pleads with me not to make fun of him. To not tease him. He was worried my teasing would make me slip up in public. He begged me to understand.
Note: when he looks away and hides his face he was smiling and laughing. It took everything he had to keep a straight face through all of this. But to me these were all signs of someone who was trying to share his feelings about something he was embarrassed about.
Not only is he asking me not to kiss him...EVER! But he is asking me not to tease him....EVER!
And thus I make yet another pinkie-pack with the devil.
After all this I was still trying to wrap my head around it. We were looking into each others eyes and he said, "You want to kiss me don't you? You really can't handle this."
I could do nothing but sigh and say, "I don't know...I've never done it before. But I'll try...I will...I'll try."
Then he started playing the, I feel bad card! Oh he's horrible!
He said, "Don't look at me like that. You look so disappointed. I can't stand it!"
He runs a finger along my cheek, my chin, over my lips. "How can I make you understand?"
I said, "I want to understand." So he had me close my eyes and he's asking me to understand what he went through. Later I find out he was just dying of laughter and he couldn't handle it any more...that's why he had me close my eyes. He needed to give his straight face a rest.
He even brought up his ex-wife...that she was the reason he couldn't kiss any more.
Evil I tell you...pure evil.
Finally I just start babbling. He puts a figure to my lips and tell me to stop talking.
I couldn't of course and the next thing I know he plants a big ol' kiss on me! When he's done he starts laughing and says, "I just couldn't take it anymore! I couldn't keep it up!"
I.
Was.
TICKED!!!
I threw him off the couch and started beating him with a pillow. As I'm doing this he grabs me and kisses me some more. I let him of course mainly because I was so relieved. But I pulled away and smash the pillow in his face and moved back to the couch.
Emotions of relief, embarrassment, and just plan being ticked-off where running through my veins. But there was one overriding emotion that trumped them all.
I was impressed. Purely and completely impressed.
Never before had I been played so well.
Never before had a prank gone on for so long that I didn't see through it.
Yes...yes I believe he is worth keeping around.
Even if he is the devil.
He's a good one too. Tall, handsome, kind, easy going, funny, and well if you remember this blog entry then you'll know who it is. Yes folks it's finally happened! The uncatchable has finally decided to make the next step of dating exclusively. And she found a man worthy of her attentions which is a miracle in and of itself.
Neither one of us is familiar with the whole boyfriend/girlfriend thing. And apparently I come with a different manual then most girls as he puts it so the next chapter in my life is going to be interesting.
And for the time being since he's an electrician he will be known as Flash.
Flash isn't your normal guy.
He likes to make things unique, interesting...different.
So, of course, our first kiss didn't happen in the normal fashion.
You have to understand it's been driving me crazy he hasn't kissed me yet. He knew this and was holding out as long as he could. He told me he wasn't going to kiss me until he knew whether or not he wanted to be in a relationship with me.
Fine I can handle that. *twitch O_0 twitch*
So last night we were cuddling on the couch discussing our relationship. I made it perfectly clear what I wanted but this kid...getting any information out of him is like pulling teeth.
At this point we hadn't made any clear decision about being boyfriend/girlfriend. For my own personal satisfaction I needed to make sure it was clear what we were. I was not going to get myself in another situation where the guy was taking advantage of me. Last night was supposed to be the final talk. Either we are or we aren't and I move on.
So he finally tells me some concerns he has (which we won't go into) and I have him in a serious mood (which doesn't happen often, if ever). Little did I know at that very moment he decided to pull the biggest prank I think anyone has ever pulled on me.
Let me make this clear. I am very gullible so I don't believe anything anyone says. It's not often when someone pulls the wool over my eyes. I've trained myself to see through lies and half truths. Furthermore the type of person who likes to pull pranks. Ask my roommates, friends, and family they will tell you if a joke is being played I'm likely involved. There are several people who will tell you I got them. There have only been a hand-full of people who can truly say they got me.
But never like this.
So he's telling me his concerns and he slips in his final problem. He can't handle kissing lip to lip.
That totally took me off guard and at first I didn't believe him. I myself am not a huge fan of kissing but...seriously? Not like kissing to the point of being grossed out by it?
Seriously?
But he kept going with it. His face was so unquestioningly serious, even his eyes didn't have that usual glimmer of "I'm pulling a fast one on you" and I believed him.
Get what I'm saying people! I BELIEVED him with out a doubt. This is not something I do lightly. This is NOT something I EVER do.
I'm next to him and he's asking me, "Can you handle that? I'm serious I need you to promise me you'll never try to kiss me."
He started spouting off lines like, "You're going to leave me aren't you?" and "You have to promise not to say anything to anyone about this!"
Picture this. My hand on my head looking at the ceiling, breathing slow to keep my cool and I say, "I don't think I can handle this. That is just sooo weird. What guy doesn't like to kiss?"
When I asked that question he looked away from me AND SHUDDERED! Oh he was convincing that conniving little....grrrr. I'm still there, hand on top of my head as if it's going to some how contain the knowledge I needed to warp my mind around this new bit of information. I was trying to think of any example...any thing that could help me understand him and his request. The only image flashing through my mind was Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman.
Not a good example Emily!
I ask him, "But then...what do we do?"
He leaned over and gently kissed my ear lobe and said, "That and other things."
After this I was silent for a long time. And thought well if Julia can do it so can I.
Finally I said, "You really never want me to kiss you?" He confirmed his horrible little lie and I said, "Ok I won't kiss you."
"Pinkie swear?" He asks extending the smallest of his fingers of his left hand towards me.
"Pinkie swear..." and I wrap my little finger around his, sealing my fate and wondering what the heck I was getting myself into.
Thus I did what I always do when I find out something weird and am forced to put up with it.
I make fun of it.
He then proceeds to tell me I can't make fun of him for it! He was embarrassed by it! That should have tipped me off right there for this kid is embarrassed by nothing!
Oh he's evil he is.
He puts his face down in my shoulder as if I was hurting him as he pleads with me not to make fun of him. To not tease him. He was worried my teasing would make me slip up in public. He begged me to understand.
Note: when he looks away and hides his face he was smiling and laughing. It took everything he had to keep a straight face through all of this. But to me these were all signs of someone who was trying to share his feelings about something he was embarrassed about.
Not only is he asking me not to kiss him...EVER! But he is asking me not to tease him....EVER!
And thus I make yet another pinkie-pack with the devil.
After all this I was still trying to wrap my head around it. We were looking into each others eyes and he said, "You want to kiss me don't you? You really can't handle this."
I could do nothing but sigh and say, "I don't know...I've never done it before. But I'll try...I will...I'll try."
Then he started playing the, I feel bad card! Oh he's horrible!
He said, "Don't look at me like that. You look so disappointed. I can't stand it!"
He runs a finger along my cheek, my chin, over my lips. "How can I make you understand?"
I said, "I want to understand." So he had me close my eyes and he's asking me to understand what he went through. Later I find out he was just dying of laughter and he couldn't handle it any more...that's why he had me close my eyes. He needed to give his straight face a rest.
He even brought up his ex-wife...that she was the reason he couldn't kiss any more.
Evil I tell you...pure evil.
Finally I just start babbling. He puts a figure to my lips and tell me to stop talking.
I couldn't of course and the next thing I know he plants a big ol' kiss on me! When he's done he starts laughing and says, "I just couldn't take it anymore! I couldn't keep it up!"
I.
Was.
TICKED!!!
I threw him off the couch and started beating him with a pillow. As I'm doing this he grabs me and kisses me some more. I let him of course mainly because I was so relieved. But I pulled away and smash the pillow in his face and moved back to the couch.
Emotions of relief, embarrassment, and just plan being ticked-off where running through my veins. But there was one overriding emotion that trumped them all.
I was impressed. Purely and completely impressed.
Never before had I been played so well.
Never before had a prank gone on for so long that I didn't see through it.
Yes...yes I believe he is worth keeping around.
Even if he is the devil.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Spring! Not just a coiled piece of metel folks!
Ok so this blog will consist of two things. One short the other a little longer. Hopefully normal longer and not me longer since I tend to pontificate.
Fist - passwords. I pretty much use the same password over and over. And different variations of it. I realized today that if I blogged more often I would remember which variation I used cause I've had to change it a least three times due to my forgetful memory.
Second - Spring.
I love spring. It's my favorite time of year. Now bear in mind come fall I could be saying the same thing and Christmas similar words will spew forth in excited frenzy but the way things stand spring wins. My reasoning will be because it's the first true season of the year (Winter does not count...winter is hell).
Fall I'll argue that since my favorite times of the year come in threes and like anything that comes in threes the middle is always the best (ex. sandwiches, cookies i.e. oreos, middle children etc.) and therefore Fall is the best.
And Christmas....well who can argue about Christmas (besides the JW's, Athiests, cynics, and well anyone who happens to not believe in Christ or the commercialized version)? Ok so lots of people can but Christmas is the best time of year because it's the last big blow out before the next year. Before we have to wait for months and months for hell to thaw away (New Years does not count...it's just not magical enough for me).
But we are focusing on spring.
Spring is magical. Things change. There's growth and color and beautiful smells. And the smells are not created by man! It's like the world has this spontaneous eruption of life, color, and aromas. There's a tree on campus that turns pure white for a few days. Walking by the brightness of life and joy it calls out with splendid pleasure as if to say, "I'm here just for you!" You stop just to look and then it happens. The smell of something so beautiful it can't possibly be of this world no earthly word can describe...!
True we get more bugs but at least they find joy in staying outside instead of invading homes to stay warm. Another reason hell (see above reference to hell) should be banded from all existence (of course spring would not be as joyful if hell didn't exist but well I can ignore that fact).
I was walking from the library to my apartment the other day and what did I behold to my absolute joy? More aromatic trees. Smaller than my Pure White Beauty but all the same two rows of dancing ladies and delicate pink flowers inviting you to touch, smell, and enjoy. I felt like the world was giving me a great big hug and saying, "We missed you too!"
And it's not just the smells. Though I respond very kindly to nice smells. It's the color. The rain is nice as well cause even that alone leaves behind a nice aroma. But the look of it, the feel of it. It's like warmth and the moisture sets into your skin and want to become a part of you...giving never taking...like it's the bestest friend you ever had.
Spring was created just for me....I know it!
Fist - passwords. I pretty much use the same password over and over. And different variations of it. I realized today that if I blogged more often I would remember which variation I used cause I've had to change it a least three times due to my forgetful memory.
Second - Spring.
I love spring. It's my favorite time of year. Now bear in mind come fall I could be saying the same thing and Christmas similar words will spew forth in excited frenzy but the way things stand spring wins. My reasoning will be because it's the first true season of the year (Winter does not count...winter is hell).
Fall I'll argue that since my favorite times of the year come in threes and like anything that comes in threes the middle is always the best (ex. sandwiches, cookies i.e. oreos, middle children etc.) and therefore Fall is the best.
And Christmas....well who can argue about Christmas (besides the JW's, Athiests, cynics, and well anyone who happens to not believe in Christ or the commercialized version)? Ok so lots of people can but Christmas is the best time of year because it's the last big blow out before the next year. Before we have to wait for months and months for hell to thaw away (New Years does not count...it's just not magical enough for me).
But we are focusing on spring.
Spring is magical. Things change. There's growth and color and beautiful smells. And the smells are not created by man! It's like the world has this spontaneous eruption of life, color, and aromas. There's a tree on campus that turns pure white for a few days. Walking by the brightness of life and joy it calls out with splendid pleasure as if to say, "I'm here just for you!" You stop just to look and then it happens. The smell of something so beautiful it can't possibly be of this world no earthly word can describe...!
True we get more bugs but at least they find joy in staying outside instead of invading homes to stay warm. Another reason hell (see above reference to hell) should be banded from all existence (of course spring would not be as joyful if hell didn't exist but well I can ignore that fact).
I was walking from the library to my apartment the other day and what did I behold to my absolute joy? More aromatic trees. Smaller than my Pure White Beauty but all the same two rows of dancing ladies and delicate pink flowers inviting you to touch, smell, and enjoy. I felt like the world was giving me a great big hug and saying, "We missed you too!"
And it's not just the smells. Though I respond very kindly to nice smells. It's the color. The rain is nice as well cause even that alone leaves behind a nice aroma. But the look of it, the feel of it. It's like warmth and the moisture sets into your skin and want to become a part of you...giving never taking...like it's the bestest friend you ever had.
Spring was created just for me....I know it!
Thursday, March 01, 2007
One Word Quiz
1 WORD QUIZ
You.
Can.
Only.
Type.
One.
Word.
No.
Explaining.
Not as easy as you might think.
1. Where is your cell phone?
desk
2. Your boyfriend/girlfriend?
who?
3. Your hair?
curly
4. Work?
taxes
5. Your father?
strength
6. Your favorite thing?
friends
7. Your dream last night?
dream?
8. Your favorite drink?
rootbeer
9. Your dream car?
whatever
10. The room you're in?
office
11. Your ex?
gone
12. Your fears?
men
13. What do you want to be in 10 years?
graduated
14. Who did you hang out with last night?
roommates
15. What you're not good at?
dating
16. Muffin?
costco
17. One of your wish list items?
sleep
18. Where you grew up?
Serenity
19. The last thing you did?
taxes
20. What are you wearing?
threads
21. what aren't you wearing?
shoes
22. Your pet?
none
24. Your life?
beautiful
25. Your mood?
contemplative
26. Missing???
sleep
27. What are you thinking about right now?
universe
28. Your car?
Civic
29. Your work?
#4
30. Your summer?
PAAAARTEEEEEEH!!!!
31. Your relationship status?
happy
32. Your favorite color?
pink
33. When is the last time you laughed?
today
34. Last time you cried?
forever
35. School?
challenging
You.
Can.
Only.
Type.
One.
Word.
No.
Explaining.
Not as easy as you might think.
1. Where is your cell phone?
desk
2. Your boyfriend/girlfriend?
who?
3. Your hair?
curly
4. Work?
taxes
5. Your father?
strength
6. Your favorite thing?
friends
7. Your dream last night?
dream?
8. Your favorite drink?
rootbeer
9. Your dream car?
whatever
10. The room you're in?
office
11. Your ex?
gone
12. Your fears?
men
13. What do you want to be in 10 years?
graduated
14. Who did you hang out with last night?
roommates
15. What you're not good at?
dating
16. Muffin?
costco
17. One of your wish list items?
sleep
18. Where you grew up?
Serenity
19. The last thing you did?
taxes
20. What are you wearing?
threads
21. what aren't you wearing?
shoes
22. Your pet?
none
24. Your life?
beautiful
25. Your mood?
contemplative
26. Missing???
sleep
27. What are you thinking about right now?
universe
28. Your car?
Civic
29. Your work?
#4
30. Your summer?
PAAAARTEEEEEEH!!!!
31. Your relationship status?
happy
32. Your favorite color?
pink
33. When is the last time you laughed?
today
34. Last time you cried?
forever
35. School?
challenging
I work in a community
One of the best things about where I work is we are very community or family oriented. We help each other with taking care of kids. We have a baby showers, wedding showers, (to this day I can't figure out why they are called showers. Water is not involved), birthday parties.
The basic idea is we help each other out.
But like any family we get a little too involved in each others lives.
For example a couple nights ago I made plans for dinner with a friend from church. This friend just so happens to be male. He's not a bad looking kid, he's tall, and drives a big yellow truck. We are not a couple but he stands out, he's obviously one of those guys you just hope and pray your daughter will date.
He decided to come pick me up at the office.
Here I would like to add that most of the employees at the office are women. Married women.
It was the cutest thing I had ever seen and actually kind of touching.
They were sooo excited to see me get picked up by a good looking guy. I showed him around a little bit and got my things to go and every where I went I saw these wonderful women I work with smiling and looking at me like this was the most exciting event that could have happened that day.
As I was leaving the office and shutting the door I turned around to see if they were still watching.
Sure enough they were. I smiled, crossed my eyes, stuck out my tongue, and quietly walked away leaving them laughing behind me.
It was as if I had 10 mom's watching their little girl going on her first date.
Since then I get question about, "is he your boyfriend?" or "are you going out again?"
But it's not so much about whether or not I'm daitng someone. It's about knowing my co-workers care about me and are excited about things that happen in my life.
It's touching.
Saturday, February 03, 2007
How would you have reacted??
So I go over to this guy's house Firday mornings to have breakfast. I sit around and chat with the person who invited me over and his roommate. Both of these fellows are good friends of mine and crack me up continually.
Guy friends are wonderful, they keep me from getting bitter :D
So I'm hearing stories of hot oil burning skin and how to treat such things.
I decide to share a very cool story of how I walked on hot fire coals when I was 15 years old.
The usual reaponse:
Ooooooo how did you do it without getting burned? I'm awed and inspired by such a cool story.
His response:
You know what peeves me....? Dirty dishes in the sink when I'm trying to clean the dishes.
o_O Am I missing something here?
Guy friends are wonderful, they keep me from getting bitter :D
So I'm hearing stories of hot oil burning skin and how to treat such things.
I decide to share a very cool story of how I walked on hot fire coals when I was 15 years old.
The usual reaponse:
Ooooooo how did you do it without getting burned? I'm awed and inspired by such a cool story.
His response:
You know what peeves me....? Dirty dishes in the sink when I'm trying to clean the dishes.
o_O Am I missing something here?
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