Oh come on, every now and again it's good to take a little trip and get away from reality. Who's with me? Departure in 15 minutes. The catch? Ah, yes. The catch. We have to be back in 30 minutes so I have enough time to blow dry my hair and get to work. I'm sure there's a multitude of extravaganzas on your table too, so let's just take a breather and sail away, come sail away with me for all of 15 minutes before we are jerked back to our busy, hectic and rather mundane lives.
The Oscars have me thinking....can you imagine what it would be like to get a prom or homecoming EVERY year for the rest of your life? All you have to do is eat nothing, tone like crazy and pay thousands for designer gowns. And the pop. would flock to you as wild geese flock to dried corn, thrilled and embattling one another to capture the "best" picture of you. You would practice your possible Oscar worthy speech or performance and walking in 5 inch stilettos for fear of falling flat on your face during the red carpet parade. Schedule appointments with the make up artist, hairdresser, jewelry specialists and designers amid the gown fittings, teeth whitening (perhaps a few more veneers this time), oh dear is that another wrinkle, call the botox doctor straight away. All the while trying to film your upcoming horrid movie about a gay or lesbian couple (I mean those ARE the worthy Oscar winners lately, right?), keep the nanny in check (good heavens, she is letting your kids run wild around the house, does she not realize your designer couch is a cool 50 grand?), and try to keep up with the Pitt-Jolies across the street who just seem to have it SOOO together, except for the whole babies out of wedlock and constant talk of splitting up. ...all alone, in my own, little room What a relief...I AM back in my own little room, enjoying life immensely, never followed or hounded by 30 or so crazed pop. with cameras, not having EVERY detail of my life scrutinized by the world......ahhhhh.....I LOVE LOVE IT! Thank heavens I don't have to deal with the glamorous, glamorous, going first class..., what a relief I am not a single lady harping all my single ladies, all my single ladies...if you liked it then you should've put a ring on it on an old flame, I kept my flame, thank you very much, for the eternities (YAY!) and stars alive I am so lucky to have the wonderful friends and family I do and IIIIIIIIIII, will always love youooooooooo.
Thank you to my friends who keep me grounded, thank you to my family, who without, I would not be who I am today. Thank you to all those I have come in contact with that have made my life a better one. Thank you for making me want to try to be a better person. The production of this little thing I call my life is a wonderful and amazing one thanks to those around me. Thank you, thank you, thank....awwww dang it, Juan needs to get in the shower now (as I put the shampoo bottle slowly down)...maybe I will have enough time to finish my Oscar worthy speech next shower. :)
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Hee hee hee...
Wow, I've never met someone who could blog less than me. Where's this girl's commitment and vow of a New Year with resolutions and all that jazz? We're gonna paint the town red....and all that jazz...sorry, I do love Chicago!
Don't worry, I made New Year's resolutions including walking Daisy at least 2 miles 3 times per week and going to the gym on a more regular basis and all kinds of stuff...blogging on a regular basis wasn't in the stars, so deal with it. And no, I didn't really feel like changing my stars on that one.
Not much is new. I work, play with my new Cricut (cuts out all kinds of shapes for scrap booking) and attempt to keep house (or apartment in our case).
Juan works and goes to school and still manages to come home in a happy mood. Oh what a husband I have!
Christmas was fun. We drove out to Florida in our "blackbird" (what we call our TransAM) and Juan was a speed demon! It's a wonder we are back with no major accidents or jet lag. Really, 105 on I-10? Yes, really. Very scary for me. I don't know how Juan put up with me yelling to slow down for a full 10 hours! We took Daisy with us and that saved us SOOOO much money. Boarding is a ridiculously expensive commodity. But Daisy HATES car rides, I felt bad for her. We have to keep her covered with a pillow when we travel so she doesn't get carsick. She's a good sport, though. She will fall asleep and stay asleep until we are ready to stop for gas or food.
In Florida Juan watched all his football games on a projector in the guest house. It was funny. My Dad kept disappearing and we knew it was to sneak out and watch the football games with Juan. Thank heavens for ESPN total access or whatever it is b/c my parents don't have cable. They say they wouldn't mind it, but would rather save the money. Anyone who knows Juan knows that's a bad thing. He lives for sporting events....therefore cable is a necessity, not a desire.
So the girls played with Jefferson (he was spoiled ROTTEN by New Year's) and the Cricut (that's the advantage to driving, you get to bring TONS of stuff!) and the boys watched the games out in the guest house.
Fun times.
I promise to post a more exciting blog later. This is it for now!
Don't worry, I made New Year's resolutions including walking Daisy at least 2 miles 3 times per week and going to the gym on a more regular basis and all kinds of stuff...blogging on a regular basis wasn't in the stars, so deal with it. And no, I didn't really feel like changing my stars on that one.
Not much is new. I work, play with my new Cricut (cuts out all kinds of shapes for scrap booking) and attempt to keep house (or apartment in our case).
Juan works and goes to school and still manages to come home in a happy mood. Oh what a husband I have!
Christmas was fun. We drove out to Florida in our "blackbird" (what we call our TransAM) and Juan was a speed demon! It's a wonder we are back with no major accidents or jet lag. Really, 105 on I-10? Yes, really. Very scary for me. I don't know how Juan put up with me yelling to slow down for a full 10 hours! We took Daisy with us and that saved us SOOOO much money. Boarding is a ridiculously expensive commodity. But Daisy HATES car rides, I felt bad for her. We have to keep her covered with a pillow when we travel so she doesn't get carsick. She's a good sport, though. She will fall asleep and stay asleep until we are ready to stop for gas or food.
In Florida Juan watched all his football games on a projector in the guest house. It was funny. My Dad kept disappearing and we knew it was to sneak out and watch the football games with Juan. Thank heavens for ESPN total access or whatever it is b/c my parents don't have cable. They say they wouldn't mind it, but would rather save the money. Anyone who knows Juan knows that's a bad thing. He lives for sporting events....therefore cable is a necessity, not a desire.
So the girls played with Jefferson (he was spoiled ROTTEN by New Year's) and the Cricut (that's the advantage to driving, you get to bring TONS of stuff!) and the boys watched the games out in the guest house.
Fun times.
I promise to post a more exciting blog later. This is it for now!
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
I've been tagged and I'm excited....
Don't know why but today of all days, I am excited to be tagged. Plus, I don't feel so dang tired any more. Oh and I may have gotten a mild concussion in church and that made me sick and dizzy, so I didn't workout Monday morning and....stop.
I am rambling. Here, there, everywhere. Breathe in, breathe out. What is it I am so excited about? What's that, your interest was far more piqued with my original intro? Go figure. I knew you loved me, but I didn't know it's because I make no sense and ramble constantly.
See, in church I subbed for the CTR 5 class. There's 7 of them and there's a couple of boys in that class, we'll call them Joe and Bob, that can get your goat like nothing else. I had to look behind me a few times on Sunday, just to get my goat to stand still and forget trying to get him to sit or lay down, he was supercharged and looking for a good head butting target. Joe and Bob are lucky I have worked so hard to control that goat of mine. So Joe was leaning as far over on his chair as possible, causing the back legs to come off the floor. I asked Bob all the live long day (or so it felt) to stop touching the folded tables against the wall for fear he would catch his fingers in between the tables. Joe is still leaning down as far as he can to get the chair to move and I watch in horror as Bob is about to catch his hand in between the afore mentioned tables. I am reaching over to help Bob, take my eyes off Joe and Joe comes FLAILING upwards, knocking his head smack into my brow bone. I caught my goat just in the nick of time. 2 more seconds and that goofy little laugh of his, while I am fighting tears of pain, would have been shamelessly smacked off his face by my goat (or my hand, couldn't really tell which one I really stopped in the end, it all happened so fast). It took every ounce of will-power not to cry. And this whole time, Joe is laughing hysterically, making the urge to pummel this 5 year old into the ground fiendishly hard to control. So that's where the mild concussion comes from. I felt sick and dizzy up until about 2 in the afternoon Monday. Don't worry, luckily, I am pretty sure this is the first one I have ever had, so I'll take it easy and lay off the football practice for, well, eternity. Who knows, I could have even imagined the concussion, just as an excuse not to go workout Monday morning.
So that brings us to the part where I don't feel so tired. Here's the silver lining with having your head whacked by a hard headed (in every sense of the word) 5 year old, you get to go right back to sleep and play catch up for all the lost sleep from the weekend and now I am feeling rested and ready to take on the day/week/month/year, whatever the case may be! Wha-whooooo!
Which brings us to while Alicia didn't mention my name in particular, she said everyone was tagged. Since I can still gain access to her blog...I figure that means I am tagged. And with all the extra sleep, pure giddiness is rushing over me and causing me to be exciting about being tagged. I am excited to go to work and even excited to cook dinner and fold clothes tonight. So Alicia's tag was to mention 6 unique/peculiar things about yourself:
1) When I count off things for working out, I count up until I get to the last 10 reps, then I count down. So what do I do if there's only 10? I count down. :) I know, what the heck?
2) I make the bed a certain way and if you try to make it another way, I will undo the whole bed and re-make it....I am hoping this will be something I DO NOT pass onto my kids. And yes, I made the bed this morning! WOW! I'm back.
3) I can re-arrange your living room in my head and if you want me to help you re-arrange it, nothing will get done until I have a to scale schematic with furniture cutouts to show you what I was thinking.
4) Even when I am flaming hot mad at Juan, I want to laugh and most times I do. I can never understand it afterwards, because I really thought I was beyond repair mad.
5) I like knowing a little something about most everything.
6) I won't go anywhere on Saturday without planning a route first. Really makes me seem crazy, doesn't it? :)
So got to get ready for work now! Thanks for listening luvs!
I am rambling. Here, there, everywhere. Breathe in, breathe out. What is it I am so excited about? What's that, your interest was far more piqued with my original intro? Go figure. I knew you loved me, but I didn't know it's because I make no sense and ramble constantly.
See, in church I subbed for the CTR 5 class. There's 7 of them and there's a couple of boys in that class, we'll call them Joe and Bob, that can get your goat like nothing else. I had to look behind me a few times on Sunday, just to get my goat to stand still and forget trying to get him to sit or lay down, he was supercharged and looking for a good head butting target. Joe and Bob are lucky I have worked so hard to control that goat of mine. So Joe was leaning as far over on his chair as possible, causing the back legs to come off the floor. I asked Bob all the live long day (or so it felt) to stop touching the folded tables against the wall for fear he would catch his fingers in between the tables. Joe is still leaning down as far as he can to get the chair to move and I watch in horror as Bob is about to catch his hand in between the afore mentioned tables. I am reaching over to help Bob, take my eyes off Joe and Joe comes FLAILING upwards, knocking his head smack into my brow bone. I caught my goat just in the nick of time. 2 more seconds and that goofy little laugh of his, while I am fighting tears of pain, would have been shamelessly smacked off his face by my goat (or my hand, couldn't really tell which one I really stopped in the end, it all happened so fast). It took every ounce of will-power not to cry. And this whole time, Joe is laughing hysterically, making the urge to pummel this 5 year old into the ground fiendishly hard to control. So that's where the mild concussion comes from. I felt sick and dizzy up until about 2 in the afternoon Monday. Don't worry, luckily, I am pretty sure this is the first one I have ever had, so I'll take it easy and lay off the football practice for, well, eternity. Who knows, I could have even imagined the concussion, just as an excuse not to go workout Monday morning.
So that brings us to the part where I don't feel so tired. Here's the silver lining with having your head whacked by a hard headed (in every sense of the word) 5 year old, you get to go right back to sleep and play catch up for all the lost sleep from the weekend and now I am feeling rested and ready to take on the day/week/month/year, whatever the case may be! Wha-whooooo!
Which brings us to while Alicia didn't mention my name in particular, she said everyone was tagged. Since I can still gain access to her blog...I figure that means I am tagged. And with all the extra sleep, pure giddiness is rushing over me and causing me to be exciting about being tagged. I am excited to go to work and even excited to cook dinner and fold clothes tonight. So Alicia's tag was to mention 6 unique/peculiar things about yourself:
1) When I count off things for working out, I count up until I get to the last 10 reps, then I count down. So what do I do if there's only 10? I count down. :) I know, what the heck?
2) I make the bed a certain way and if you try to make it another way, I will undo the whole bed and re-make it....I am hoping this will be something I DO NOT pass onto my kids. And yes, I made the bed this morning! WOW! I'm back.
3) I can re-arrange your living room in my head and if you want me to help you re-arrange it, nothing will get done until I have a to scale schematic with furniture cutouts to show you what I was thinking.
4) Even when I am flaming hot mad at Juan, I want to laugh and most times I do. I can never understand it afterwards, because I really thought I was beyond repair mad.
5) I like knowing a little something about most everything.
6) I won't go anywhere on Saturday without planning a route first. Really makes me seem crazy, doesn't it? :)
So got to get ready for work now! Thanks for listening luvs!
Thursday, November 13, 2008
I don't think I made the bed in the last week....
I think my OCD is on vacation! I'm losing it! And I am sad and disappointed in myself. Aren't most people overjoyed to overcome a life-long and rather unhealthy obsession? Don't get me wrong, I still scrub the apartment from top to bottom every Saturday and keep things in their respective places, but lately I find myself dead tired at 8 pm and looking around for something to fall asleep in.
All my sleeping clothes seem to be my workout clothes now and well, I got tired of doing laundry every 2 days, so they are all in the hamper. And lately, stars alive, I have been sleeping in my underwear! Something I told myself I wouldn't do because you never know when there might be a fire and you have to get out fast and the last thing you need to worry about are firemen standing over you wondering what in the world you are sleeping in. I imagine myself looking incrediously back at them and saying something truly witty, "well it's a bed of course, haven't you seen one before?", but know in that moment it will be sheer terror trying to keep the g's covered and all wittiness will most likely fly out the door atop the clouds of smoke billowing forth from my apartment door and windows.
So back to the reason why the bed is not made....well I don't have a good reason, but lots of good excuses, which seem to be the only thing I have going for me some days after a truly harrowing workout session.
My first excuse is the standard you get from everyone: Well it's just going to be slept in again tonight, why bother?
The second: I don't have time.
The third (and this is the real one): I am so tired, I take my lunch break, take Daisy on a block walk (too tired to go any further),come straight back to the apartment, set my alarm for 45 minutes later, fall into bed and sleep blissfully until the wretched alarm is screeching in my ear with me thinking 10 more minutes is all I need.
What in the world is going on, you might ask? I am not sure. I go to sleep at 9ish and wake up at 5ish, so that's the recommended 8 hours, right? I am eating healthy (the chocolate Jerry brought to work doesn't count against me, right)...okay, so I will re-phrase that. I am eating healthier than I ever have in the last 2 years, so I should, by all accounts given, have more energy. And nope, I am not expecting. A baby anyway. I am expecting this stubborn belly fat to fall right off and in 2 months be back to looking insanely fabulous. FYI: Will be starting month two of the working out like a mad-dog and not much happening so far.
So, it's official. I am indeed getting older, my metabolism is slowing down and to prevent myself from become Holy Hannah Hip Girl, I am just going to have to do this. Working out and eating healthy, not so bad, it's the being tired that's got me in a slump.
So to all you moms out there, keeping even a passing semblence to normal, here's to you. You are officially my heroes. I don't know how you do it, but I give honor and respect to your labors. How in the world do you keep up with babies, school, cleaning, blogging, and all the Jones's in the world? Amazing.
God won't give us more than we can handle, but boy does he know what we don't like to handle. :)
All my sleeping clothes seem to be my workout clothes now and well, I got tired of doing laundry every 2 days, so they are all in the hamper. And lately, stars alive, I have been sleeping in my underwear! Something I told myself I wouldn't do because you never know when there might be a fire and you have to get out fast and the last thing you need to worry about are firemen standing over you wondering what in the world you are sleeping in. I imagine myself looking incrediously back at them and saying something truly witty, "well it's a bed of course, haven't you seen one before?", but know in that moment it will be sheer terror trying to keep the g's covered and all wittiness will most likely fly out the door atop the clouds of smoke billowing forth from my apartment door and windows.
So back to the reason why the bed is not made....well I don't have a good reason, but lots of good excuses, which seem to be the only thing I have going for me some days after a truly harrowing workout session.
My first excuse is the standard you get from everyone: Well it's just going to be slept in again tonight, why bother?
The second: I don't have time.
The third (and this is the real one): I am so tired, I take my lunch break, take Daisy on a block walk (too tired to go any further),come straight back to the apartment, set my alarm for 45 minutes later, fall into bed and sleep blissfully until the wretched alarm is screeching in my ear with me thinking 10 more minutes is all I need.
What in the world is going on, you might ask? I am not sure. I go to sleep at 9ish and wake up at 5ish, so that's the recommended 8 hours, right? I am eating healthy (the chocolate Jerry brought to work doesn't count against me, right)...okay, so I will re-phrase that. I am eating healthier than I ever have in the last 2 years, so I should, by all accounts given, have more energy. And nope, I am not expecting. A baby anyway. I am expecting this stubborn belly fat to fall right off and in 2 months be back to looking insanely fabulous. FYI: Will be starting month two of the working out like a mad-dog and not much happening so far.
So, it's official. I am indeed getting older, my metabolism is slowing down and to prevent myself from become Holy Hannah Hip Girl, I am just going to have to do this. Working out and eating healthy, not so bad, it's the being tired that's got me in a slump.
So to all you moms out there, keeping even a passing semblence to normal, here's to you. You are officially my heroes. I don't know how you do it, but I give honor and respect to your labors. How in the world do you keep up with babies, school, cleaning, blogging, and all the Jones's in the world? Amazing.
God won't give us more than we can handle, but boy does he know what we don't like to handle. :)
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Step 1: Tagged Step 2: Venting Session
Okay, lax again. Guilty!
No Couch Potatoes here, however. I can't remember the last time I was this tired. Maybe the 3 straight days awake for finals my junior year of college, but can't fathom any other time.
I now officially know why I gained so much weight over the last few years. It is so stinkin' easy to be fat and happy rather than healthy and happy. Of course, you're happy either way, but you have to plan meals (not just buy them! :) ), exercise like you mean it, and keep up with things like laundry b/c you now only own 2 pairs of workout pants you can fit into (oh yeah they are SUPER stretchy LOL). Then you have to keep up with real world stuff like work and bills. But don't neglect the dog, still look for a house, plan lessons/activities and keep up with friends too.
That's how I know I am not ready for kids. But always up for the practice. Wait that came out wrong. Up for the practice meaning watching/sitting/playing with other people's kids. That way, when you are tired, you get to hand them back and go home to take a nap with the dog. That's the best. You get your baby/kid fix and then you're gone. LOVERLY.
Oh right, Jackie tagged me.
FOURS:
4 Random things I love about my husband
1- His Dwight Schrute look
2- His Pimp Walk in the middle of a crowd
3- His teeth-they are perfect and he's never had braces!
4- His work ethic, values and courage
4 Jobs I've had
1- Babysitter for twin baby girls one summer from 7AM to 7PM
2- Sonic carhop- I converted Jackie and then she stayed for WAY longer than me!
3- Insurance sales
4- Insurance sales....I could go on and on with this one, it's been my job for the last 7 years :)
4 Movies I've watched more than once
1- My Fair Lady
2- GI Jane
3- Sleeping Beauty
4- Mary Poppins
4 TV shows I watch (I have to watch these online so it's hit and miss)
1- BONES
2- Prison Break
3- HGTV anything
4- TLC decorating shows
4 places I have been
1- Naples, Florida - SO FUN!
2- The Four Corners
3- Mexico
4- Good Ole "promised land" Utah
4 places I have lived
1- Raymondville, TX
2- Bryan, TX
3- College Station, TX
4- Provo, UT
4 of my favorite foods
1- Pita Pit's grilled chicken custom-made pita
2- Freebird's burritos
3- Frijoles de la Hoya- Mexican version of regular cooked pinto beans, but they taste so much better cooked in the glazed clay pots with just a pinch of salt.
4- Taquitos
4 places I would like to visit
1- Europe
2- The Carribean
3- GREECE!!!
4- Hawaii
4 people I tag:
1- No one
2- No one
3- No one
4- No one- I say stop the craziness! :)
Now for the venting session. Ugh! America, America, wherefore art thou America? Seriously, Obama as president? I don't have anything against the guy, but voting for someone just b/c they are "black" is not okay people! Especially when your "black" guy is 1/2 white, and only 1/4 black. What the heck?
Okay, now that my venting is over about that. I will support the President of the United States. I will be a honest, trustworthy and conservative American. I will do what is right and give my respect to the leader of our people. I may not agree with his decisions, but I understand it is the majority choice of the American people and know I voted with my freedom and liberty as an American and mine is not the popular choice. So I will go forward supporting the new president. I will work with others who do not share my views to help America stay strong and solvent. I want America to be her true self, one Nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.
No Couch Potatoes here, however. I can't remember the last time I was this tired. Maybe the 3 straight days awake for finals my junior year of college, but can't fathom any other time.
I now officially know why I gained so much weight over the last few years. It is so stinkin' easy to be fat and happy rather than healthy and happy. Of course, you're happy either way, but you have to plan meals (not just buy them! :) ), exercise like you mean it, and keep up with things like laundry b/c you now only own 2 pairs of workout pants you can fit into (oh yeah they are SUPER stretchy LOL). Then you have to keep up with real world stuff like work and bills. But don't neglect the dog, still look for a house, plan lessons/activities and keep up with friends too.
That's how I know I am not ready for kids. But always up for the practice. Wait that came out wrong. Up for the practice meaning watching/sitting/playing with other people's kids. That way, when you are tired, you get to hand them back and go home to take a nap with the dog. That's the best. You get your baby/kid fix and then you're gone. LOVERLY.
Oh right, Jackie tagged me.
FOURS:
4 Random things I love about my husband
1- His Dwight Schrute look
2- His Pimp Walk in the middle of a crowd
3- His teeth-they are perfect and he's never had braces!
4- His work ethic, values and courage
4 Jobs I've had
1- Babysitter for twin baby girls one summer from 7AM to 7PM
2- Sonic carhop- I converted Jackie and then she stayed for WAY longer than me!
3- Insurance sales
4- Insurance sales....I could go on and on with this one, it's been my job for the last 7 years :)
4 Movies I've watched more than once
1- My Fair Lady
2- GI Jane
3- Sleeping Beauty
4- Mary Poppins
4 TV shows I watch (I have to watch these online so it's hit and miss)
1- BONES
2- Prison Break
3- HGTV anything
4- TLC decorating shows
4 places I have been
1- Naples, Florida - SO FUN!
2- The Four Corners
3- Mexico
4- Good Ole "promised land" Utah
4 places I have lived
1- Raymondville, TX
2- Bryan, TX
3- College Station, TX
4- Provo, UT
4 of my favorite foods
1- Pita Pit's grilled chicken custom-made pita
2- Freebird's burritos
3- Frijoles de la Hoya- Mexican version of regular cooked pinto beans, but they taste so much better cooked in the glazed clay pots with just a pinch of salt.
4- Taquitos
4 places I would like to visit
1- Europe
2- The Carribean
3- GREECE!!!
4- Hawaii
4 people I tag:
1- No one
2- No one
3- No one
4- No one- I say stop the craziness! :)
Now for the venting session. Ugh! America, America, wherefore art thou America? Seriously, Obama as president? I don't have anything against the guy, but voting for someone just b/c they are "black" is not okay people! Especially when your "black" guy is 1/2 white, and only 1/4 black. What the heck?
Okay, now that my venting is over about that. I will support the President of the United States. I will be a honest, trustworthy and conservative American. I will do what is right and give my respect to the leader of our people. I may not agree with his decisions, but I understand it is the majority choice of the American people and know I voted with my freedom and liberty as an American and mine is not the popular choice. So I will go forward supporting the new president. I will work with others who do not share my views to help America stay strong and solvent. I want America to be her true self, one Nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
He had it coming, he had it coming....and you would have done the same....
You know when you have that feeling. You know the one. The gut wrenching, oh dear heavens how could it be, I feel so stinkin' sick feeling.
No, no babies yet. I am talking about the blog procrastination feeling. And I have it in a BAAAADDDD way.
We've been busy, don't get me wrong. But there is simply no excuse to leave my one poor follower of my blog high and dry. 'Most apologetic stare' here.
I feel like a blog virgin once again. What to say, what to mention, what's TMI, what's so and so going to think of me if I say that?
So here I am, at the ledge of blog journalist and blog junkie once again trying to decide, how much is too much and how little is too little?
How about I stop worrying about it and get on with a post? Why yes, that does have a ring of truth to it. Come on Dover, move your bloomin' a...
I feel like everything should have a theme song to it. Been watching a few musicals lately. Juan's been getting some extra sleep thanks to it too. Who can complain with benefits like that? I get my music and Juan gets sleep. He's kind enough to lay right there beside my and let me snuggle up to him while I watch the movie and he sleeps. What a catch! Early on, I would try to convince him watching the musicals was mandatory. I would laugh and then pause the movie b/c he wasn't laughing. What's this, you are sleeping? No, wake up, I want you to see this funny part. I would rewind and play the part again. He would say 'ha ha' and go back to sleep. Talk about piping mad. I would rag on him, nag him, and terrorize him to get him to wake back up and watch it again, because it's just so funny. He wasn't impressed. Kinda took the fun out of it, ya know? So I've learned to laugh on my own (it's really fun) and to be happy snuggled up against my sleeping catch of a husband, watching my musicals/broadway movies.
Here in Texas, things are a little crazy when it comes to football. We live, eat, and breathe all according to our football season schedules. Homecoming games in the high schools have a whirlwind tradition of "mums and garters". The Mum is a flower up top with streaming ribbons and attached trinkets flowing down the length of the girl. Traditionally, the mum is so heavy, you have to put yourself in an awkward position when taking pictures with your date, so you can hold the mum up with one hand, to keep it from ripping your dress right off you. These things are so heavy, after the pictures, you take it off and "coat" check it at the door, before going into the dance floor area. The girls make "garters" for their homecoming dates. I know...what's this? A boy wearing a garter? Supposedly, goes back to the tradition of taking off a girl's garter at prom and then the guy places it around their bicep for the remainder of prom. So the guys have these garters at homecoming that are usually heavier and crazier than the girls' mums, just in a shortened version. The garters get "coat" checked at the door too.
Why oh why did I just explain that to you? Well, I got to direct the making of a garter this past weekend and it was SOOOO fun. My friend and coworker's sister has homecoming the 18th of October and so we made the garter at my apartment. I will post pics later. I must say I am rather proud of my clothing clad little bears. One is a football player and the other is a drill team "rangerette". You'll see why I am so proud when you see them.
So no news is good news? No house just yet. Not that we've stopped looking or anything. We just haven't found "the one". Yes, I am a hopeless romantic. I truly believe we will find "the one" that suits our needs perfectly. So until we find it, we keep looking. With the mortgage scare going full force...we will probably find ourselves plopped down in the middle of a great deal too good to believe...at least I sure hope we will.
No babies on the horizon. "Why do we keep waiting?" "What's the deal?" "Why no babies yet?", these are the questions we keep hearing. I finally told one older lady..."Well, we are having so much fun practicing, we want to get it perfect before we try for kids". Talk about dead pan silence afterwards. Seriously? Seriously, stay out of people's kid making business. This is not to say I mind friends/family asking, cause that's a whole different scenario, I know these people and it's okay to talk about the intricate details of our lives, but a stranger you're meeting for the first time who hears you've been married for a year and decides to ask "Why no babies yet?", LITTLE BIT DIFFERENT.
Well, now that's off the chest...let's talk about busy! I just got called to be acheivement days leader for the girls 8-11. It's soooo exciting! I really think the girls I have will be great. They are all so smart and so talented. They each bring a very special talent to the group and need someone who can keep them busy. That's where I come in....I know I can keep these girls so busy they don't have time to think! I am sure they will teach me alot too! AND....I still get to teach my sunbeams for the time being. YAY! I love my little sunbeams.
Not too much else I have time for now....but my lone blog follower, I sure hope this satiates the thirst!
No, no babies yet. I am talking about the blog procrastination feeling. And I have it in a BAAAADDDD way.
We've been busy, don't get me wrong. But there is simply no excuse to leave my one poor follower of my blog high and dry. 'Most apologetic stare' here.
I feel like a blog virgin once again. What to say, what to mention, what's TMI, what's so and so going to think of me if I say that?
So here I am, at the ledge of blog journalist and blog junkie once again trying to decide, how much is too much and how little is too little?
How about I stop worrying about it and get on with a post? Why yes, that does have a ring of truth to it. Come on Dover, move your bloomin' a...
I feel like everything should have a theme song to it. Been watching a few musicals lately. Juan's been getting some extra sleep thanks to it too. Who can complain with benefits like that? I get my music and Juan gets sleep. He's kind enough to lay right there beside my and let me snuggle up to him while I watch the movie and he sleeps. What a catch! Early on, I would try to convince him watching the musicals was mandatory. I would laugh and then pause the movie b/c he wasn't laughing. What's this, you are sleeping? No, wake up, I want you to see this funny part. I would rewind and play the part again. He would say 'ha ha' and go back to sleep. Talk about piping mad. I would rag on him, nag him, and terrorize him to get him to wake back up and watch it again, because it's just so funny. He wasn't impressed. Kinda took the fun out of it, ya know? So I've learned to laugh on my own (it's really fun) and to be happy snuggled up against my sleeping catch of a husband, watching my musicals/broadway movies.
Here in Texas, things are a little crazy when it comes to football. We live, eat, and breathe all according to our football season schedules. Homecoming games in the high schools have a whirlwind tradition of "mums and garters". The Mum is a flower up top with streaming ribbons and attached trinkets flowing down the length of the girl. Traditionally, the mum is so heavy, you have to put yourself in an awkward position when taking pictures with your date, so you can hold the mum up with one hand, to keep it from ripping your dress right off you. These things are so heavy, after the pictures, you take it off and "coat" check it at the door, before going into the dance floor area. The girls make "garters" for their homecoming dates. I know...what's this? A boy wearing a garter? Supposedly, goes back to the tradition of taking off a girl's garter at prom and then the guy places it around their bicep for the remainder of prom. So the guys have these garters at homecoming that are usually heavier and crazier than the girls' mums, just in a shortened version. The garters get "coat" checked at the door too.
Why oh why did I just explain that to you? Well, I got to direct the making of a garter this past weekend and it was SOOOO fun. My friend and coworker's sister has homecoming the 18th of October and so we made the garter at my apartment. I will post pics later. I must say I am rather proud of my clothing clad little bears. One is a football player and the other is a drill team "rangerette". You'll see why I am so proud when you see them.
So no news is good news? No house just yet. Not that we've stopped looking or anything. We just haven't found "the one". Yes, I am a hopeless romantic. I truly believe we will find "the one" that suits our needs perfectly. So until we find it, we keep looking. With the mortgage scare going full force...we will probably find ourselves plopped down in the middle of a great deal too good to believe...at least I sure hope we will.
No babies on the horizon. "Why do we keep waiting?" "What's the deal?" "Why no babies yet?", these are the questions we keep hearing. I finally told one older lady..."Well, we are having so much fun practicing, we want to get it perfect before we try for kids". Talk about dead pan silence afterwards. Seriously? Seriously, stay out of people's kid making business. This is not to say I mind friends/family asking, cause that's a whole different scenario, I know these people and it's okay to talk about the intricate details of our lives, but a stranger you're meeting for the first time who hears you've been married for a year and decides to ask "Why no babies yet?", LITTLE BIT DIFFERENT.
Well, now that's off the chest...let's talk about busy! I just got called to be acheivement days leader for the girls 8-11. It's soooo exciting! I really think the girls I have will be great. They are all so smart and so talented. They each bring a very special talent to the group and need someone who can keep them busy. That's where I come in....I know I can keep these girls so busy they don't have time to think! I am sure they will teach me alot too! AND....I still get to teach my sunbeams for the time being. YAY! I love my little sunbeams.
Not too much else I have time for now....but my lone blog follower, I sure hope this satiates the thirst!
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Nope, no house yet...
Okay, we just found out the house we wanted to buy is on two different foundations. It doesn't scare me if the home was all on cylindrical pier and beam, but the back half was added sometime later says our inspector and it's on concrete pad and cinder block. I have seen too many issues come up with that type of foundation working insurance and maybe the house hasn't fallen yet, but we just don't want to take any chances.
Hopefully, the seller won't hate us for forever. We really feel bad, but had we known it was on two different foundations, we never would have signed the contract to begin with. Plus we would feel obligated to disclose that fact straightaway when we went to sell the home and I am sure I am not the only one it scares.
So we will be back on the search again in the near future. Keep an eagle eye out College Station 2nd Ward goers!
Hopefully, the seller won't hate us for forever. We really feel bad, but had we known it was on two different foundations, we never would have signed the contract to begin with. Plus we would feel obligated to disclose that fact straightaway when we went to sell the home and I am sure I am not the only one it scares.
So we will be back on the search again in the near future. Keep an eagle eye out College Station 2nd Ward goers!
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