| Monday, January 29, 2007 |
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This was my breakfast this morning! It was my first double yolk. I was so excited, I had to take a picture.
And RIP Barbaro, who was euthanized this morning after a valiant fight. I'm glad he is not in pain anymore. |
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| Saturday, January 27, 2007 |
| My Dream House |
My Dream House
I pass this house nearly every day taking my sister in law to work. It has been for sale for a good six months. I am in NO position to buy a house at this point in my life but if I was able to I would buy this house. I think it is so beautiful. This picture really does no justice to the house but follow the link and look at the backyard and the inside. Oh, it's just beautiful. |
| posted by ~M~ @ 9:44 PM |
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| Thursday, January 25, 2007 |
| Is it a freaking full moon??? |
The Universe sent this to me in my email today. It was probably the best thing that could possibly have been sent.
Permission, Marissa, is what you give yourself. I give you everything else. The Universe
The reason is that I got a call last night from my brother around 11 pm. (Some of you may know what that means, if not see (can't find the patience to find the link right now) He was screaming bloody murder, saying he couldn't take it any more and didn't want to live. (he has tried this before) I tried to calm him down, but he wouldn't talk to me. Then he hung up on me. I called my mom to see what was going on and apparently they had gotten into yet another fight. She had just paid for his tuition at school (our local community college) and they made a deal that she would give him $1000 for his books as his birthday gift (His birthday is Saturday.) Then their dog had gotten loose yesterday and my mom couldn't look any longer for him or she would be late to work. So she had called my brother to go home and see if the dog came home and let him in. She got his vm so she called me to call him. I called and left a message also. He never called me back but I called him again @ 2 pm to check and the dog had come home and he let him in. He seemed fine at that time (which was good considering the other story below) so I called my mom to let her know so she wouldn't worry and left her a vm. Apparently when my brother had come home from work my mom asked him to let the dog out and feed him. This set my brother off and the argument devolved into the fact that he was pissed because she wasn't getting him a birthday present. !!!!!!! My mom said if you don't appreciate what I give you then you can just leave. So he did. Then he called me wanting me to fix everything. I don't know what he wanted me to do about the situation. He was upset because he was saying he couldn't live on $500 every two weeks and he wasn't going to one of those people wondering where his next French fry was coming from and if he had to live like that he would rather be dead. Now, my family is not wealthy in any sense, and we have not had much in my life, but my single mom has always provided us food in our bellies, a roof over our head, and clothes on our backs. Yes she has complained about her struggle nearly every day of our lives, but it was always there. My brother has benefited most from my mom and I breaking our backs though. He is eight years younger than me and was still in elementary school when I graduated high school. I have had a job since I was 16 and always gave my mom money for the household in addition to paying for my own car, car insurance, tuition (federal tuition assistance, so why isn't he doing that) and books. I had to go on unemployment at 20 years old after I got laid off because I had bills to pay and my mom couldn't help me. I never had a cell phone till I was married and to this day I shop at walmart for my clothes. He on the other hand, has a cell phone, a car my mom bought him after he totaled his first car the day he got his license, designer clothes, and all he contributes is his cell bill and his car insurance. And he is still mad that my mom doesn't give him money constantly. I am amazed at how different he and I are. The thing is he and my mom are exactly the same and my and my mom are total opposites. They are very materialistic.
So I listened to both their sides and basically said nothing to get involved. Which was the best thing I could have done (give myself permission to not get involved). Even though I worried myself sick till 3 am last night ( I have had this weird pressure in my head all day today, I have to call the doctor tomorrow) My mom called me tonight to tell me everything was all right and was pretty much back to normal. Go figure, It must be a freaking full moon!
So the other story I have to tell is that about a week ago my mom calls me. Now she and I have not had the best relationship but we are working on it and she seems genuinely happy to be having a grandchild. So she says to me, "I don't want to upset you in your condition but we're a little upset that you didn't pick your brother to be the baby's godfather." ?!?!?!?!? My husband picked his brother to be the godfather SIX MONTHS AGO! And we told everyone. Granted we picked my husband's sister to be the godmother (he only has the two siblings) but that was for two reasons: 1) I don't really have any close girlfriends and 2) Her mother had passed away and we thought it would give her something to look forward too. Not a peep from my mom or brother at the time (Oct about). My mom was upset and said my brother was upset also that I didn't pick my only brother as the baby's godfather. Considering the story above (which is pretty regular) would you have made a different decision. I tried to explain that to my mom but it got heated. I told her we weren't going to change our minds, and the subject hasn't been broached since. I talked to my brother the other day (even though I didn't ask him about that) and he seemed fine, even downright pleasant, which he very rarely is with me. So I don't think it was him, I think it was my mom who was upset. Basically since I have been dating Hubs (eight years, almost four married) she has been upset that she thinks I favor his family. I don't. They just don't get riled up about EVERY SINGLE FREAKING THING!!!!!!!
OK.
I am officially brain fried right now so I am going to sleep. Anyone with any words of wisdom feel free to comment. I leave you with a phrase my s-i-l told me tonight:
Life is a crap sandwich... Take a bite! ;)
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| Tuesday, January 23, 2007 |
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| posted by ~M~ @ 10:56 PM |
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| Do they call this nesting??? |
So after I was up until 4 am this morning and then slept until 3 pm (after getting up at 6:30 am to take Hubs and his sister to work and school) I decided to try and start to tackle the mountain of laundry that is outside on the patio. A bit of background on this first.
I don't hang anything up. To me it seems like a waste of time. To wit, I buy most of my clothes for how well they resist wrinkles. ;) We currently have a normal six drawer low dresser from my childhood bedroom set and also a tall skinny dresser from that set. When we decided to purchase our first pieces of furniture together, we decided on a bookcase and a queen size captain's bed from Gothic Cabinet Craft, which is a furniture store local here that sells good quality wood furniture. Because it was a custom piece, we decided to get the bed made with six drawers on each side so it would be like two extra dressers. One for each of us. This turned out great. The drawers go all the way to the middle of the bed so they are really deep and hold all of our stuff. And the bed will last forever because it is made of full pieces of wood not plywood or pressboard. The only hitch is my total lack of an ability to finish laundry. I can get the laundry into the washer and then to the dryer. But then from the dryer to the basket, the clothes kind of stay in the basket, unfolded until they are worn. SO our beautiful drawers have been mostly empty for the two years we have had our bed. I had finally contained most of the clothes to the alcove we had downstairs.
(ASIDE: We are living with Hubs' grandmother since last Feb.1, the basement is finished with 3 bedrooms, a bathroom and a living room with alcove. The upstairs (ranch house) has three bedrooms, a bathroom, living room and kitchen, along with an enclosed patio where the w/d is.We had taken one of the bedrooms downstairs when we moved in. When we moved here, Hubs' cousin had one of the bedrooms upstairs along with grandma's room and the third bedroom was the computer room/office. The two downstairs rooms were vacant. Since, Hubs' brother and sister (19 and 17 yrs old) have moved in after my mother in law passed away, taking the two rooms downstairs. Also the cousin has moved out to her own apt. We decided that because the room we were going to make for the baby, was now taken up by hubs sister, we would move our bedroom upstairs and make the computer room the baby's room. This would prevent the baby's room from getting too cold (the basement is a bit drafty) and also eliminate the need for me to be walking up and down stairs too much as I got more and more pregnant. Since the kitchen is upstairs too.)
So just as I had got it all contained, we moved everything around. My brother in law collected all the laundry baskets and Tupperware bins I had the clothes in and lugged them all out to the patio for me. Yippee! Now the mountain is contained in the patio, where I don't see it unless I have to. Two factors, I believe, are what's holding me back from getting organized. Which I know I have to do before the baby comes and adds more to the pile.
1) I hate folding clothes by myself. It's boring and annoying. Meh!
2) Half the clothes either don't fit me or hubs and yet still hang around.
I am slowly weeding out the things that have to go. But, there are many clothes that have sentimental value. My husband's well worn concert tshirts, which he cannot get rid of (we have agreed to frame them but that takes work... and organization) and many clothes my aunt gave me (she has since passed away) from when she was my age in the 70's. Which barely ever fit me, but I can't get rid of. All these pieces seem to get repeatedly tossed in the dirty pile or hubs tosses his dirty stuff on top of them and then I don't know what is what. And so the pile grows. So with the help of hub's grandma, I am slowly washing, drying, folding and putting away, all these clothes.
From there that turns into what else can we do while the wash is going. Right now since we moved our bedroom upstairs, my brother in law has taken our old room (which is bigger) and we have moved the dining room table (which was on one side of the long living room upstairs) downstairs to the alcove for a poker set up. We still have the kitchenette set in the kitchen, but since the computer room is going to be the baby's room, the computer table/desk, etc will be moved into the living room. Right now though, all the baby stuff is just piled in the empty corner. So as we are waiting, Gram asks me if I have started packing for the hospital yet. I said not yet, and that starts her into action. ;) She goes into the attic and starts looking for a bag for me (even though I probably have one somewhere), and comes up with a small rolling suitcase. Then she finds in the attic the crocheted blanket, gown and receiving blanket my hubs came home from the hospital in. SO we now have to decide what the baby will be coming home in. My mom had bought a few things too (Most of mine and my brother's stuff was damaged in a leaky basement). So I want to be fair and use something from each of them. That's the difficult part, deciding what to use. So that is what I have to decide soon. Then also we have to pick a pediatrician; and I have to finish packing; and get our taxes; AND FINISH THE FREAKIN LAUNDRY!
Five weeks is going to go way too fast, I just know it. Wish me luck. ;) |
| posted by ~M~ @ 12:54 AM |
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| Tuesday, January 16, 2007 |
| All is well in Incubationland |
So today's doctor's appointment went well. Nothing out off the ordinary. The baby's heartbeat is as strong as ever and all tests are normal. I am so blessed to be having an uncomplicated pregnancy. I know there are so many things that could happen so my main focus is to just be as informed as possible and try not to stress about ANYTHING. I mean how hard can that be. (Can ya just feel the sarcasm dripping off that statement?) Currently the stress of the day is that poor hubby hurt his shoulder. Playing the Wii! Bowling nonetheless, which he won't even do in real life. AND our health insurance doesn't start until February 1. UGH! But I am trying to make him as comfortable as possible so he doesn't get to me. We are a pair. Two very uncomfortable beings right now trying to enjoy our Blockbuster Online subscription and figure out what to eat without having to go outside. (where it has currently gone from 60 degrees every day to 30 in 12 hours!)
Also I have added my blogroll back onto the sidebar (look below). If there are any broken links or anyone who would like to be on there and isn't or vice versa, let me know. |
| posted by ~M~ @ 7:39 PM |
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| Sunday, January 14, 2007 |
| Follow the yellow brick road... |
As I was making my rounds lurking at some blogs I still read, I came across one blog who asked for just hello comments and then to comment hello at the blog listed above you in the comments. Which I felt up to doing. I got a comment back from Blondgirl which you can see below, which gave me the courage to post again. Hopefully I can keep it up, as I was a daily blogger back in the day. I very much enjoyed blogging and all the friends I made and the things I learned. I think it will help me a bit now as well. My first update will be on the baby. I am 33 weeks along and am feeling every day of it. 49 days to go (due March 4) The bladder kicking has become an hourly occurrence as has the really sharp kicking. I just have to laugh sometimes though because it is the most amazing feeling.
And I leave you with this: (It's from October, but it's our baby boy!)
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