May 30, 2005
Priceless *Edited to add photos*
Miles driven while entertaining absolutely noone in the backseat = 846
Cost of Gasoline for trip = $78.63
Hours spent singing 80's music as loud as you want = 10.4
Pina Colada mixer and Rum = $20
Hours of Sleep Deprivation = 4
Spending 30 Hours with a group of your best girlfriends = Priceless
Thank you, ladies, for such a fantastic and relaxed time this weekend! I absolutely loved meeting you, Kelly and Jen. Sue, your phone call was definitely one of the highlights of the night! Thanks so much for thinking of us and making the international call! And Cara, it was incredible that you opened your home (and your darling hubby agreed) to us all. Sandi, you are always so sweet and I really appreciate the scrapbooking supplies - and was happy to finally meet your wonderful husband. Becca, as always, I cannot even express how awesome it is to stay up til 4 am talking ~ and then spending the next day with you and your family.... Well, it is just being with my own family.
Girls, I had an incredible time and I appreciate your friendships so much.
For those of you who weren't there, you missed a great time and you were undeniably missed - and thought of.
I can't wait til I have more time to post photos.
And let's not forget to say a prayer of thanks for all the troops who are/have been willing to serve our country and protect our nation. God Bless them.
And God Bless you.
May 27, 2005
I'm a Traveling (Wo)Man
I am about to sign off my computer for about a week. I might try to log in next Tuesday for a bit, but no guarantees, so this is my seeya later post.
Tomorrow morning, I will settle into my car for a very long drive (ah, so many hours of solitude!!). I plan on checking into the hotel (for B's husband and daughter, since the rooms are in my hubby's name) and taking a nap before heading over to Cara's. I am really looking forward to our get-together and we have some plans for drink and relaxation. Sunday, I'm not sure what time we'll all wake up, but I have tentative plans to go to church about noon and hope Becca and her family will come with me. We'll spend the day/evening together and I'll have my own room at the hotel where I'll hopefully get some good sleep before heading out early Monday to head home.
Wednesday, I'll be picking up a car to take to Miami. A has a systems training class on Thursday, so the girls and I are going with him. We have a room at a hotel on the beach. It will be a great mini-vacation for our family. Hopefully A's aunt's schedule will allow a visit with them as well. We don't get to see her family enough. We'll return home Sunday, to fall into bed exhausted after so much driving. :) Really, though, I am looking forward to both trips - one to connect with my friends and to spend some time without the constant responsibility of being mommy; and the other to connect with my family and have some much needed fun and family time.
So, you can see that the next week and a half is pretty busy for me. And well, in light of all the recent stresses in my life, it just might be a good thing that I am having a computer break. I'll get to spend a bit more time with V, teaching her to read. And maybe some time with Little A, helping her be more consistent on the potty.
Until next time, my friends, I pray for you and think of you often. And if you think you might just HAVE to get in touch with me sometime in the next week and half, send me an email and I will make sure you know how to get me. Those who are traveling this weekend, be safe and drive/fly carefully - and have a great time!
God Bless You.
May 25, 2005
Which Revenge of the Sith Character are You?
I saw this on Jenni's blog and couldn't resist.
I tested 78% matching with Padme and 72% with Yoda
Yeah, right. Like I look like that. or like I can kick a$$ like Yoda...
It was fun taking this quiz, though. Which character are you most like?
May 23, 2005
Well, we all have to admit that there is something strange going on around here. I don't know what to say about it all, other than the fact that it makes me incredibly sad that there are people that would a) go to great efforts to insult others, b) go to even greater efforts to infiltrate a circle of women who've found great friendship and support in an online community - just to make the insults even more stinging and then there are those in group c) who think I am capable of being a troll or saying anything like what has been said on other blogs.
While, yes, my feelings are hurt that others have assumed the worst of me, I can understand that it would be shocking to think I had confessed to hurting someone I truly care about. I just wish that those of you who felt like I was capable of being so cruel to a friend would really know me better. Because I pray, today especially, that those I encounter around here would know that I am genuine and truly caring of my friends. I would never say anything to hurt Kelly or anyone else on purpose, or even by accident. I am astounded at the emails I have gotten as well as the assumptions of others I thought were friends of mine. How silly of me to think that I was transparent enough that others would never believe that I would be guilty of such a grievous assault on a genuinely caring and sweet friend.
That being said, I am most sad because it's become more and more apparent that whoever is heckling my friends is spending an outrageous amount of time either researching her cause or just hanging out on the blogs, getting to know us better. Which, let's face it, is pretty sick. Why spend so much time? I guess this person has nothing better to do than toss off insensitive and cruel comments. And well, I am frankly pretty saddened by this whole thing. It makes me feel unsafe and untrusting in a place I thought was my own refuge from the daily toils and headaches of life.
I just can't imagine why any of this is happening. But you can bet that I'll be praying it stops soon.
Until next time, I pray for peace, especially for those involved in this bizarre and sad situation.
May 20, 2005
Chicken with my Head Cut Off
It's been one of those weeks. On top of just having a lot of emotional stuff going on in my head, I have had a LOT going on the past few days.
Wednesday, I got a visit from the apartment manager - apparently my neighbor downstairs called to complain that the kids were running back and forth and allegedly jumping so hard that a picture was knocked from her wall and broke. Well, if she had said the running and jumping had happened first thing in the morning, I'd have found the complaint to be reasonable, but she said it happened during naptime. Naptime, people! My kids do not run and jump while they are sleeping soundly. And well, I was sitting on my a$$ folding laundry when this supposedly happened. Of course, it couldn't have been the movers banging stuff around right next door to her. It just couldn't. Even though I felt my floor shake a few times from them running things into the walls below. Of course, I apologized anyway, but the apt. mgr left laughing because she couldn't believe the ridiculousness of the situation.
Yesterday, I took no chances and the girls and I went to the zoo for the day. It was apparently a good time, because they were telling daddy at bedtime how much fun they'd had. It was fun and I loved seeing them excited over the animals and they rode the camel and the carousel. They would have ridden more of the rides, but the friends we were with didn't have ride passes and I didn't want them to feel left out after their funds ran out. Even though the zoo is a good 40-45 minute drive, it is worth the thought of going at least once a week through the summer. A lot of our friends have passes, so now that school is out, we will be meeting on a regular basis, since they don't want to drive to us - not much to do in Timbuktu.
Today, I need to color my hair again - the roots are getting out of control and the white is showing through in the back. I'd like to get a pedicure because sandal season is in full-swing here and sandpaper feet just don't cut it. I have to pack - we are headed to our parents' for the weekend, well, the girls will stay the whole weekend. A and his dad are going to see Epis0de III tonight and I will hopefully get a few hours with my girlfriend. Tomorrow, I am getting my hair trimmed because I it is just a fuzzy mess in this humidity. In the early afternoon, we have my friend's son's graduation party.
Then, A and I will head home to get ready for a hoity toity function that I am not really looking forward to (thus the hair-coloring, toe-painting, hair-cutting extravaganza of the next 24 hours). You see, he is in a professional/service organization and they have a celebration of sorts that is semi-formal at a fancy schmancy place with a bunch of snooty, small-town folk. I am probably not being fair, but these people seriously think they live in the greatest "city" in America. And maybe they do live in a cute little town, but it is a far cry from what they claim. But maybe that's because I am not a small-town kinda girl and just can't imagine living for years on end in this part of the state. But, anyway, it should be supernice to get all dressed up and go out with my handsome husband. And hopefully we can sneak out a bit early and take advantage of being home all alone for the night.
Sunday morning, early church, then back to our parents' neck of the woods to pick up the girls and head to my mom's for a family cook-out. My grandmother and her husband are headed to the Sunshine State and we've invited my aunt and cousin and her daughter over for Sunday lunch and hanging out by the pool. It should be a good time and I am looking forward to a quiet and simple day with the girls at the pool, though nothing is simple with my Grandma around.
Oh, and did I forget to mention that my grandma is bringing Christmas gifts (for 2004) and I have absolutely NOTHING in mind for them? Ugh. What do you buy for folks in their 60s who are generous to you, but buy whatever they want for themselves? Oh, and something to do with grandkids just doesn't cut it, because she just. doesn't. care. Seriously, she didn't like her own kids until they were adults and she didn't like me til I was an adult and I seriously doubt she will like my girls until they are old enough to drive.
And the girls have asked to go back to the zoo, so I'll take them Monday. :) I am a very spoiling mommy at times.
Anyway, I have to get going, my hair is not getting any darker....
Much love to you all. If I hear from Kate, I'll update you all on bad girls.
Until next time, God be with you.
May 18, 2005
A Broken Heart
I didn't know that a broken heart could get more broken. Until tonight.
Today we went to mass, the intention was for the repose of the soul of my stepfather. It kinda hit me this morning that he is dead. I know it sounds silly, but when Little A got big fat tears in her eyes when she reminded me that Pop wouldn't be meeting us at church, I just about lost it. I can't believe he's really gone. I just can't believe it.
Tonight, I came home late after having dinner with a friend from playgroup. I was shocked by an IM directing me to check on a friend. Okay, I wasn't shocked by the IM, but I was shocked when I checked on the friend. I won't name names due to the subject matter and the personal nature of the news.
My friend has been struggling with post-partum depression. Actually, it sounds like she's possibly suffering from Post Partum Psychosis (the worst type). She tried to check herself into the hospital almost 2 weeks ago, but was sent away - apparently they didn't think she was depressed enough. Not 3 days later, she tried to take her life.
Thank God her husband sensed that something was wrong when he came to bed that night.
Thank God he tried to wake her and called 911 when he was unable to rouse her.
Thank God they were able to save her.
Thank God they finally took her illness seriously and they admitted her for treatment.
Thank God that He is taking care of her, even though she is far from recovered, I know that His healing balm will wash her and ease her pain.
Thank God that her husband loves her and will stand by her as she heals her heart and her mind.
Thank God she is willing to do whatever it takes to get better.
Thank God she IS a good mother and wife.
Thank God that He will give her and her family peace.
I can't imagine how much worse we'd all feel if I were posting that she was successful that night. My friend will be okay, but right now I feel like someone tore open my chest and ripped part of my heart out. I wish there were something I could do to help her feel better.
Thank God she's alive.
May 17, 2005
Things NOT to say at the dinner table
The other night we were having dinner and the girls have been fighting about eating what A and I have each night. I had made glazed ham and baked sweet potatoes with salad and green beans.
V sat and cried through the whole meal without taking a bite. I was told by my therapist not to acknowledge her crying when she is being defiant, so A and I bit our tongues nearly through as she sat there and sniffled and sobbed the whole time.
Little A, on the other hand, did great, eating half her ham and some carrots from the salad. The "orange potatoes" were the difficulty for her, though. I gave them each just one small wedge (1 in square, maybe) since they've been gagging over sweet potatoes each week. Well, little A was finished with everything else, but refused to eat the potato. We insisted that she would not be allowed down from the table unless she ate that one small potato.
So she said "fu*ky"
A and I both said "What did you say?!"
"I sa-aid... I want a fu*ky!"
By this time, we were so confused and nearly bursting with laughter, though slightly horrified at what was coming out of our precious 3 year-old daughter's mouth.
So, my ever-translating husband says "Do you want a fORK?"
"Yes, a fu*ky!"
Oh. my. gosh. Thank goodness she didn't say this at her grandparents' house!
May 16, 2005
Nothing Much to Say
Had a nice, quiet intimate family weekend. Our first weekend at home since I can't remember when - two weeks before Easter?
Saturday, we went to Panera for breakfast (something we haven't done in almost a year!) and A took V over to the music store while I took Little A to the bead shop on the other side of the shopping center. Actually a perfect lazy morning. We ran a couple errands before coming home and spending a quiet afternoon.
Yesterday was church (the nuns commented that it had been a long time since they'd seen the girls in Sunday School - but were terribly embarrassed when I (reminded) told them that my stepfather had passed and we'd been spending our weekends with our family on the coast. After church, we came home and it seems like we did absolutely nothing. A had some sort of stomach virus (thankyouverymuch, he gave it to me, so I am sick today) and the girls, I think, were just thrilled to be home with mom and dad.
Pretty boring weekend, but exactly what we needed. Some time to regroup as a family and as a couple.
Tomorrow, we are headed to see our family - A's parents have signed up for mass tomorrow for the repose of Bob's soul. (For those of you who aren't familiar with Catholic ideology, each mass is said for some intention - mostly the intention is for a deceased person, for the repose of the soul resting in God, so to speak. Other mass intentions might be for someone who is very ill; someone with a great celebration - wedding, anniversary, etc.; or another intention - Since Mother's Day was last weekend, the masses were said for ALL MOTHERS.) Anyway, since the mass intention tomorrow is for Pop, we will all be going as a family. It isn't really a memorial mass, but something that gives the family comfort and I say if it gets my mom to church, then I'm all for it. Besides, she's actually really enjoying the Tuesday healing mass, even though she's not Catholic and she can't always get out of work early enough to go.
Anyway, I don't really have anything interesting to say today. I know I have some funnies that Little A came up with over the weekend, so if I can recall them, I'll post again later.
Until next time, God Bless you and keep you healthy and safe and happy!
May 13, 2005
Insomnia is Kicking my Butt
And I wish it would take some of it off my body...... (haha, get it? I wish insomnia would provide something productive, like help me get in better shape! or lose some weight at least....)
Here I am, awake after 1am and I just can't seem to get sleepy. Could be that I had a nap earlier due to the unbearable pain in my head. I awoke feeling even worse and I swore I was going to vomit from the pain. Luckily, A had come home and he gave me a double dose of the good stuff and within 3 quarters of an hour, I was able to see again, though the nausea and pain didn't subside for another half hour past that. I'm sick of migraines.
I am thinking I am going to get up early and take a walk before A goes to work. I'd like to get into a routine and get my body moving more - I need to feel better and it wouldn't be a bad thing to look better too. I can't believe I'm going to be 30 in less than 5 months.
So, my goal before then is to have a regular get-moving routine - whether I get to the gym or walk or whatever - I need to be doing something EVERY day during the week and probably Saturdays too. I'd also like to have lost a good bit of my excess, of which there is plenty. I have realistic goals - I'd like to lose about 30-40 pounds before my birthday. If I do that, I still have a hefty amount to lose, but let's take it 10 pounds at a time - by the end of this month. haha! No, really. I am committed. I've been thinking about this for much too long and now it is time to start DOING something about it.
Let's face it, if I don't get in better shape, I am in the twilight of my life here. My dad died at 38 years old and he was HEALTHY! So, the only thing I have on my side right now is that I am female. Everything else is a mess. So, support me in this, my friends. I shall be accountable to you, since I can't seem to be accountable to myself in the long term. I am going to start keeping a nutrition log again and I will add to it a fitness log. I will tell you that when I was regularly using my nutrition log, I was losing weight. When you see the calories and details add up, it makes it easy to curb your eating. So, as of Friday, May 13, I am on a renewed mission to feel better.
And, who knows, maybe it will help keep these migraines away....
May 11, 2005
One More Reason to be Grateful to be a SAHM
You know, I don't ever get into the argument about SAHM vs. WOHM. I guess because I figure people have to do what's best for their families. And it is ALL sacrificial in one way or another.
But I am incredibly blessed to have a husband who earns enough to allow me to be home with our children every day. Even if it drives me batty at times. We wouldn't have it any other way. We know that the very best place for me to be is with our girls - and they with me.
There are other advantages as well, to staying home. For instance, when Pop died, there was no thought about where I would spend the following days. Sure, I made arrangements for others to care for our girls during those days, but I didn't have to ask for permission to take 5 days to be with my mom.
When A had a business trip to Atlanta, I didn't have to ask for time off from my employer, we just packed up and went with him. :) When we plan our vacation road trip to see friends and family at the end of this summer, the only question will be how much time A can take off and at what point in the trip will he fly to meet the girls and me. And even though he might not be able to enjoy every part of the trip with us, he'll meet us for the most interesting parts for him. :)
It also means that when my mom has a bad night (as she did last night), I can load up the girls and spend the day with her when she calls off work. (I just got a phone call, she's changed her mind and doesn't want us to come - she's going to take a nap). But, my point is, I can do those things. Without asking for permission and without too much disruption to my daily schedule. Because the things I have to do can be put off, mostly.
It means that when my kids want to go to storytime at the library, I can schedule that into our day. It means that we go to the park a couple times per week. It means that we can plan weekly visits to the local zoo, now that summer is approaching and our many friends in the area also have annual passes at the zoo - and it is a good meeting spot, since I don't exactly live around the corner from anyone I know.
It means that when there aren't good schooling options between the public and private schools in the area, I can simply make the decision to school my daughter at home. And it also means that I can keep her with me for at least one more year before sending her to be with others who will influence her behavior and her sensitive character.
It means that if I'm having a particularly bad hormonal day, I can take a nap when Little A does. And that V is quite happy to read books or play her reading games on the computer while I rest.
Sure, staying home also means that I get lonely at times - that I need a break from my children during times that would otherwise be spent as a family. It means that there are times I just feel like I need to escape this 24/7 neverending responsibility. It means that I don't spend enough time taking care of myself, opting instead to focus on others. But that is a-changing. My 30th birthday is quickly approaching and I swear I am going to feel better physically in my 30s than I felt during my 20s. Not that there weren't highlights in my 20s, but overall, my physical health has gone down the tubes. And that is changing - and being home with my girls all day makes that difficult, but how would I do it if I went to work every day and then had the responsibilities of mother/wifehood in the evenings? I guess then I would have a lunch break on my own and maybe could go for a walk or something then.... But, really would I?
My point is that I am happy staying home and caring for my family. I have no desires to have a job to take me away each day. I love the flexibility of our schedule and that we are planning lots of fun activities for the summer. I love being the one who cares for our children and that as they grow, they will know that the most important thing for our family during this time in our lives was for me to be with them.
My mom tells her friends and co-workers that I have a stereotypical 50's family. Mom stays home and bakes and Dad goes to work to provide. Mom's job is to keep house and feed the family. The girls run to the door shouting each day when Dad arrives after his work day - throwing themselves into his arms, yelling "Daddy, you're HOME!" And then they go off together to play and occupy the time until Mom has dinner on the table. I don't cook every day or bake even once a week, but our family roles are perfect for us for now.
I hope you find peace and joy in your role within your family. Even if you don't have exactly the role you wish for, know that your children know you love them and are doing what you can to provide the best life for them.
May 09, 2005
Sue mentioned a naughty dream she had recently. Then she asked us to share any interesting movies played in our subconscious minds during slumber. Well, I refused to tell of mine in her comment section. I figure this stuff deserves a blog entry of its own.
I don't often have sexual dreams, unless I am pregnant. And then, look out! I have some crazy ones. One stands out in my mind, though - from my pregnancy with V - it's been 5 years already since these inappropriate things were going on in my subconscience. You might want to grab a drink, but have a napkin nearby - in case you have to wipe off your computer monitor if I catch you off guard and you splutter your soda all over the place with laughter.
When I was pregnant, A and I were involved in a teen ministry at church. No, we were not teens - we were part of the adult team that worked with the teens. Anyway, being involved in this program meant that we got to really know the kids we were with every Sunday. Some kids were reluctant to open up depending on their background and their comfort level with the adults (none of their parents were permitted to be part of the ministry - it was an environment of complete acceptance and safety, without fear of what their parents might say).
There was one kid who had some problems with some of the adult males - he was kind of obnoxious and really was an instigator at times. Some of the men decided that he should be asked to not come back. I stepped in and told them all to back off and requested that the youth minister and I be the only adults to talk to the boy. I felt that this boy needed us more than any of the other kids there, as it had come out in small group one night that he'd been abused by his mother and his parents had had an ugly divorce - not to mention the series of behavioral problems he had that had caused him to be kicked out of 3 high schools in the county in the past couple years. Well, once the men backed off, the boy became more respectful and I swear I was the first adult woman to treat him with respect and love. The more pregnant I appeared, the more polite he acted and eventually, he became a greeter for our Sunday night mass. He and I had really connected in an abused/kinship kinda way and he was able to talk about things in our small group that he'd not been able to talk to anyone about before. He got better and better throughout the summer and when school started that fall, he was allowed back into mainstream high school where he went on to be successful and earned the highest grades of his academic life.
Now, I am not saying that I changed this boy. But I know that my respect for him allowed him to see that he was worthy and also allowed him to open his heart to the possibility that others cared as well. Including his well-intentioned but poorly equipped father.
Anyway, I was supposed to be talking about dreams, wasn't I? Okay, remember that I was pregnant.... and when I am pregnant, I am about the horniest woman on the planet. I woke up one night (let's face it, I woke up a lot of nights), completely freaked out about what had happened in a dream. I was at a party and the boy from church, we'll call him Joe, was there. Well, for some reason, he was flirting with me. And I was flirting back. madly. And well, that was it.
I had the stupidity to tell my antagonistic husband about this rather unfortunate dream - why did I have this weird and disturbing dream? did I unconsciously want to flirt with him? or worse? did it mean that I was really having inappropriate intentions with this teenage boy? Gosh, I was freaking out.
Well, I had more dreams. The next one, was more of the same, just Joe and me flirting. The one after that, we were making out! Oh. my. gosh. I nearly resigned from youth ministry after that. It was seriously traumatizing to me that I was having dreams like that about this boy. A just kept laughing his a$$ off at me - and he'd tease me about it on the way to church every Sunday. (why did I tell him that the dream was recurring? I should have just kept my mouth shut, but those of you who know me IRL, know that I just. can't. shut. up.) I refused to have this boy in my small group after these dreams started - I couldn't even look him in the eye. I am certain he thought I'd lost my marbles, but I didn't care. I was so embarrassed - and it isn't like anybody else there even knew.
It never went further than kissing and making out, but those dreams bothered me practically up until V was born. Thank goodness they stopped after that. But, the stress of working full-time and caring for a newborn was too much and when she was about 5 months old, we resigned anyway. It's been 4 years since I've seen that boy, but dam* if every time I've been pregnant, I haven't had those same weird dreams of him.
Sick, I tell ya. Absolutely sick. And did I mention that I could have probably just squeezed my legs together and had an O after those dreams, my body was so turned on. Absolutely horrifying.
So, there you have it, my friends. A dirty little secret and a naughty dream all rolled into one.
May 07, 2005
Happy Mother's Day!
Into a precious vesselGod Pours tenderness and love, an understanding heart, and all the joy a child dreams of...He gives her His compassionand a kindness like no other,then wraps her in His quiet strengthand gently calls her Mother. -Bonnie Jensen
On this Mother's Day, I pray you feel honored, blessed and loved in a special way.
I also want to thank each of you for making this last year one of the most friendship-filled years of my life. That you share your mothering experiences with me and share in mine is a blessing that I never imagined to have. I appreciate your friendship and influence. I could not have even dreamed to build the friendships I have with you when I started my online journaling one year ago on iParenting - on Mother's Day! What a long way I've come since that day. Thank You.God Bless You.
May 05, 2005
We missed out on swimming yesterday afternoon at my mom's because of the rain.
We missed out on a zoo trip today because of the rain. bah!
We did have a nice little visit home, we had lunch yesterday with A's grandparents and then the girls got to play for a couple hours at my friend's home while I went to a meeting with my mom. Then we spent the rest of the afternoon into the evening with my mom before heading to have a casual dinner with friends (more playing for the kids!). And I was still in bed at A's parents' before 10 (and actually read part of a book - without pictures!).
Today, I was in a funk. No sleep = migraine so I was lazy this morning and then went to lunch with a friend and her daycare babies. Wow, I think I may have decided today that maybe I don't really want to have another baby after all. And then, the girls and I came home, where I happily crashed on the couch - ah, Home Sweet Home.
A was a perfect husband and father, taking care of dinner tonight and bathing the girls and getting them ready for bed, with nary a complaint. God Bless that man.
The weekend is supposed to be incredible and we will spend Saturday at the pool and we have reservations Sunday for an early dinner with A's parents, grandparents and my mom. A lovely Mother's Day celebration.
Only, someone key will be missing.
I guess it is good they didn't have biological children together, or Sunday would be even harder for my Mom.
There's loads of other things I could talk about it, but I just don't feel like it right now. Maybe later or in the morning.
May 03, 2005
And so it is
Well, I have not one interesting thing to post. So, I will tell you that I will be gone a couple days. The girls and I are headed to our "home" town because tomorrow, my mom and I have a meeting. We are staying overnight because Thursday, my friend and I are taking the kids to the zoo.
So, hmmm.... still trying to think of something interesting to say, and coming up with nothing. Although, there is a great new cd that my husband bought - there is a song that sounds JUST LIKE a U2 song, but it is the Newsboys. Their newest album is incredible. We've been listening to it since A got home.
Hope you all have a good night.
May 02, 2005
What Kind of English do You Speak?
A Friend had this posted on her journal and I just couldn't resist taking the quiz.
Your Linguistic Profile:
|75% General American English|
|5% Upper Midwestern|
|0% Midwestern|What Kind of American English Do You Speak?
I have to admit that I am a bit surprised that I don't have more upper midwest/midwest - people sometimes guess that I am from near Chicago, but I definitely don't have that much of an accent.
May 01, 2005
Aside from the splitting sinus headache I have again, we had a fabulous weekend. Friday, we headed to the mall for easy read: lazy food court dinner and some browsing around. A took the girls into the arcade to pound alligators on the head and I headed to Hallm*rk to pick up some Mother's Day cards and an anniversary card for the grandparents. Ooh, I cheated and ducked my head in B&B Works to see if my new favorite scent was in stock and lucked out because not only did they get it in that day, it was on sale for $5!! And apparently, I am just like every other woman in this podunk town because they were nearly sold out of the shower gel again!
Yesterday, I made a big breakfast for the family and was blessed to be granted a few hours "off". I went to a Southern Liv*ng party that someone in my apartment complex was having (hey, I have to make friends somehow). That was fun, even though I was the only one there that didn't know anyone else. Afterwards, I was going to try to get the oil changed in A's car (he is NOT good at that sort of thing - how is it that I am in charge of getting the cars serviced?), but the place was all booked up. So, I headed up to a craft/scrapbooking store that I hadn't been before. I had come up with an idea for Mother's Day gifts and wanted to get some special paper and embellishments for the project. I had a wonderful time browsing around the beautiful shop and picking out carefully many things to make the gifts. Afterwards, I went to Michael's to see if they had something less expensive for framing 12x12 pages and lucked out as it was not only cheaper, but nicer, with a whole kit of embellishments and paper! So, even though I am not going to use the embellishments for this project, I have some neat things to use in the future. I am anxious to get my mom's gift done, as I stayed up very late last night completing the one for my MIL. After Michael's, I grabbed some late lunch and went to pick up a few things at Sam's. Remind me never to go to a Sam's Club on a Saturday afternoon. It was ridiculous. Then, I came home and took a nap. Waaahhhh..... Nice day.
Today, as you know, we went to spend the day with my ILs and celebrate the grandparents' 62nd Wedding Anniversary. Wow. I'm still amazed. We just got home a bit ago and I am wiped out. Going to bed early.... 9:30! Another treat!
God Bless you and I pray you had a good weekend filled with wonderful time with your families and loved ones.