Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Tuesday, June 02, 2009
Sunday, May 24, 2009
The one with all the photos
Preschool graduation, Baby!
Ava and her class performing.
Ava's artwork. They had a little 'art show' where they displayed all of their pieces throughout the year. (No wonder I haven't received any of these yet! :-) )
Her teacher made them get a book and sit down while all of the parents made their way from the chapel into the classroom. Of course, Miss Princess insisted that I sit with her and read to her.
Ava and her principal.
Class art.
The Fashion Club. Fred (who drops her off each morning) says that these girls get together every morning and pick each other apart, regarding their clothes! We have ALL tried talking to them... useless. Girls are girls, I guess! :-)
Each student won a ribbon for something they've done throughout the year....
Any guesses what Ava's was?
"Most Musical." Thats's right. My child won a ribbon for singing. nonstop.
Ava and her class performing.
Ava's artwork. They had a little 'art show' where they displayed all of their pieces throughout the year. (No wonder I haven't received any of these yet! :-) )
Her teacher made them get a book and sit down while all of the parents made their way from the chapel into the classroom. Of course, Miss Princess insisted that I sit with her and read to her.
Ava and her principal.
Class art.
The Fashion Club. Fred (who drops her off each morning) says that these girls get together every morning and pick each other apart, regarding their clothes! We have ALL tried talking to them... useless. Girls are girls, I guess! :-)
Each student won a ribbon for something they've done throughout the year....
Any guesses what Ava's was?
"Most Musical." Thats's right. My child won a ribbon for singing. nonstop.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Tired and Emotional
The home next to mine has been empty for nearly 3 months now. It has a 'for rent' sign in the upstairs bedroom window, but the phone number isn't legible. Last night, I had a nightmare. Not just a 'scary dream,' but, rather - a dream that affected me enough to cause me to scream and thrash around helplessly for a good 30 seconds before I could be broken out of it. I don't recall exactly what I was dreaming about, but I do know that in the early morning hours I was convinced, without any logical reasoning, that someone was living - unauthorized - in that home.
Yesterday, Ava had her end-of-the-year preschool program. Thankfully, Fred and I had front row seats so no one could see the two of us bawling our eyes out while our little girl sang loud and clear.
This morning - after my miserable night - Ava had a gymnastics meet. Gymnastics tends to be a 'Fred thing.' If it were up to me, I can almost certainly say that we would have bailed a long time ago. But he's faithfully carted her to weekly practices for nearly 2 1/2 years. That being said, I don't often get to SEE her perform outside of the bounds of cart-wheeling in the front yard. I was incredibly impressed this morning. She was so graceful as she meticulously performed the floor routine she had worked on for the past 6 months. And when she stepped up to receive her medal and roses - you bet we were bawling again!
This afternoon, amidst my exhaustion, Fred approached me with a cautious - timid - air about him. His voice got soft as he pulled a chair up to me.
Him: I think you were right.
Me: What are you talking about?
Him: I checked out the house next door...
Me (feeling the blood pool in my feet): Someone's there....?
Him: Not today. But they have been.
Earlier tonight, as I was getting ready for bed, I realized just how tired I was when the thought of picking up my own toothbrush seemed a bit overwhelming. I got through it... and got through washing my face. Then I stood for a long time - staring into the mirror. I could see the effects of the past year. Stress, sleep deprivation, miserable attempts at diet and exercise, and the juggling of daily life seemed to have creeped in. Most days, I walk around thinking "I can't wait to go to bed," and most nights, I lie awake thinking, "I can't wait for the sun to come up." I sighed a massive sigh.... then realized just how exhausting breathing seemed. "One more week," I whispered aloud in the now dark bathroom.... one more week....
Yesterday, Ava had her end-of-the-year preschool program. Thankfully, Fred and I had front row seats so no one could see the two of us bawling our eyes out while our little girl sang loud and clear.
This morning - after my miserable night - Ava had a gymnastics meet. Gymnastics tends to be a 'Fred thing.' If it were up to me, I can almost certainly say that we would have bailed a long time ago. But he's faithfully carted her to weekly practices for nearly 2 1/2 years. That being said, I don't often get to SEE her perform outside of the bounds of cart-wheeling in the front yard. I was incredibly impressed this morning. She was so graceful as she meticulously performed the floor routine she had worked on for the past 6 months. And when she stepped up to receive her medal and roses - you bet we were bawling again!
This afternoon, amidst my exhaustion, Fred approached me with a cautious - timid - air about him. His voice got soft as he pulled a chair up to me.
Him: I think you were right.
Me: What are you talking about?
Him: I checked out the house next door...
Me (feeling the blood pool in my feet): Someone's there....?
Him: Not today. But they have been.
Earlier tonight, as I was getting ready for bed, I realized just how tired I was when the thought of picking up my own toothbrush seemed a bit overwhelming. I got through it... and got through washing my face. Then I stood for a long time - staring into the mirror. I could see the effects of the past year. Stress, sleep deprivation, miserable attempts at diet and exercise, and the juggling of daily life seemed to have creeped in. Most days, I walk around thinking "I can't wait to go to bed," and most nights, I lie awake thinking, "I can't wait for the sun to come up." I sighed a massive sigh.... then realized just how exhausting breathing seemed. "One more week," I whispered aloud in the now dark bathroom.... one more week....
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Weird
Today, in Florida, it rained. If I can count right.... this is only the 22nd time its rained since we've lived here (this time, that is). Its weird that its raining. And its weird that I've counted the number of rainy days.
Back to me not knowing where I'm going to live in 1 year..... today I had a suggestion that Fred and I each get to put 3 suggestions in a box, then randomly draw. Whichever location we draw wins. No discussion. Its weird that we both agreed to this idea. And its weird that I can't even think of 3 suggestions. (Would it be REALLY weird if I let you people give me the 3 suggestions?!?)
Its weird that I'm bored with facebook. Bored with ebay. (all due to being bored with school, of course) And now I stalk HGTV's website and random nonsense websites with great gossip on Jon & Kate. And HE'S really weird for being weird when he's on such a weird tv show. (I mean seriously - I don't advocate running around on your wife of 1-million kids with another woman... but come on, don't be stupid. You're a celebrity and gonna get caught. Weirdo.)
And well, now I think its weird that I've spent 10 minutes telling you all a bunch of jibberjabber, simply because I'm weird - and afraid to sleep - for still having tiny panic attacks that a tornado is going to blow my house down. Weird.
Back to me not knowing where I'm going to live in 1 year..... today I had a suggestion that Fred and I each get to put 3 suggestions in a box, then randomly draw. Whichever location we draw wins. No discussion. Its weird that we both agreed to this idea. And its weird that I can't even think of 3 suggestions. (Would it be REALLY weird if I let you people give me the 3 suggestions?!?)
Its weird that I'm bored with facebook. Bored with ebay. (all due to being bored with school, of course) And now I stalk HGTV's website and random nonsense websites with great gossip on Jon & Kate. And HE'S really weird for being weird when he's on such a weird tv show. (I mean seriously - I don't advocate running around on your wife of 1-million kids with another woman... but come on, don't be stupid. You're a celebrity and gonna get caught. Weirdo.)
And well, now I think its weird that I've spent 10 minutes telling you all a bunch of jibberjabber, simply because I'm weird - and afraid to sleep - for still having tiny panic attacks that a tornado is going to blow my house down. Weird.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Twitter and Taboo
I have a friend who was/is an alcoholic. She said that she realized she had a problem after she had spilled a glass of wine into the answering machine - and had to sit and hear the phone ring, over and over, because the answering machine would no longer pick up the call. I felt similar when I recently spilled a coke into my phone (you know, the one that holds thousands of 'I don't have a clue how to write this prescription' cheat sheets)and now have to listen to it ring and ring...unable to answer a call.
My point: I can't update Twitter unless its a rare moment when my phone decides to behave.
The other thing you should know: In an effort to FORCE my phone to work today, I removed the SIM card and licked it. My reasoning - at the precise moment I licked it - was that I could see it was sticky and still had residual coke on it. I don't suppose I considered the look I was going to receive from a classmate.
My point: I can't update Twitter unless its a rare moment when my phone decides to behave.
The other thing you should know: In an effort to FORCE my phone to work today, I removed the SIM card and licked it. My reasoning - at the precise moment I licked it - was that I could see it was sticky and still had residual coke on it. I don't suppose I considered the look I was going to receive from a classmate.
Thursday, May 07, 2009
Oh really, now?
Ava: I think Chase is my boyfriend.
Me: Oh yeah? Why?
Ava: Because he smiles at me.
Me: I don't think so Missy.... You tell Chase to keep his smile to himself!
Me: Oh yeah? Why?
Ava: Because he smiles at me.
Me: I don't think so Missy.... You tell Chase to keep his smile to himself!
Sunday, May 03, 2009
Timing
A conversation in the car, in reference to my long-lost-camera:
Him: Did you look in her toybox?
Me: Yep.
Him: Diaper bag?
Me: Yep.
Him: Suitcase?
Me: Yep.
Him: The car?
Me: Yep.
Him: Glovebox, too?
Me: YES, FRED! Feel free to look again if you want, but I've searched everywhere!
.... gently opens glovebox. Pulls out my camera.....
Me: ...oh....
And thank-goodness he did... Check out what we did today (keep in mind - she dressed herself)...
Him: Did you look in her toybox?
Me: Yep.
Him: Diaper bag?
Me: Yep.
Him: Suitcase?
Me: Yep.
Him: The car?
Me: Yep.
Him: Glovebox, too?
Me: YES, FRED! Feel free to look again if you want, but I've searched everywhere!
.... gently opens glovebox. Pulls out my camera.....
Me: ...oh....
And thank-goodness he did... Check out what we did today (keep in mind - she dressed herself)...
Saturday, May 02, 2009
Weather (because I'm very very very boring)
Where I live, the weather is perfect for nearly 7 consecutive months of the year. It rarely rains, and when it does - its a rain-storm worth watching. Right now is the transition time. We're leaving our 7 months of 'na-na-na-boo-boo your weather sucks and ours doesn't' time... and entering out 5 months of payback. Five months when the humidity in the air is so thick that you step outside and feel as if you can't breathe. Simply grabbing the handle to open your car door is a skilled task to keep from scalding the skin off of your fingers. How do I know that we're in the transition time between perfect and miserable weather? Because, this morning, I had to go to the store in the early hours of 4am (its a weird day for me) to get alcohol prep wipes (and lip gloss, since I am revealing everything to you people)... and walking from my car (in the 1st parking spot) to the door (all in the dark), I thought - WOW! Its hot ALREADY! And, believe it or not - it was 82-degrees even before the sun THOUGHT about getting up. Its been in the mid-90s for the entire week. And for those of you who just l-o-v-e this heat... let me just say, 5 straight months of it - day and night - is quite miserable.
Why am I up? Well - Yours truly has to perform.... you ready for this?.... 600 high school physicals today. 600! Apparently - I am now wonder woman. We'll see how this goes.....
Why am I up? Well - Yours truly has to perform.... you ready for this?.... 600 high school physicals today. 600! Apparently - I am now wonder woman. We'll see how this goes.....
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
The one where I impress you with my wealth of knowledge
Twitter just might be my new favorite thing!
On the Swine Flu:
Don't freak out. Yet. (Why, yes, I am an expert. I am fortunate enough to receive a 1-hour CDC update every. single. morning. And it makes me want to pluck my eyelashes out one-by-one) In America - we are healthy. Things like the flu don't scare us. Or, do they? They shouldn't. Unless you're an infant (in which case, I'd like to meet you for being able to, you know, READ), pregnant (which is a possibility for a reader... not me), or have HIV, diabetes, or any other immune-compromised disorder, you're probably fine. Probably. If you go to Mexico - you need to get a good dose of Tamiflu BEFORE you go. And, for goodness sake - if you FEEL ill... STAY home. No one wants your swine-ish-like symptoms.
The things I've heard today....
Blacks are more likely to get Swine flu. WRONG. Perhaps if you consider that blacks are more likely to get diabetes - the there may be SOME sort of correlation. But, ahem, no.
You have to deal with pigs to get it. Um, no. Unless you're calling your mother/father/brother/sister/best friend a pig - then you can't get it from a pig.
You can get it from eating pork. Nope. (Shall I mention that eating raw pork will give you a multitude of OTHER organisms that might make you WISH you had the swine flu?)
Should I cancel my vacation? Heck no! Unless its to Mexico, that is. In which case... I might cancel if it were a pleasure trip. Business? Go - but take your Tamiflu.
Now - onto other things more pressing: My neighbors.
They won't leave me alone. They want to be 'friends,' which is fabulous... but I'm not really in the market for new friends right now. I'm awfully busy - and the notion of gallivanting around the city with you is charming....but..seriously... I've got prostates on the mind right now.
So, how do you tell nice, normal people - "No thank-you" for the 10th time in 1 week?!!? And how horrible is it that when they rang the doorbell (for the 3rd time), we ignored it and ordered our kid to sit still and be quiet?!?! Mother. of. the. Year.
And lastly, when did my kid get so big??? She loves flowers and music and pretty dresses. She wants to be a vet when she grows up - and will probably attempt to save every animal in America (despite the fact that her parents aren't necessarily 'animal people.'). She has no concept of time and reminds me of a miniature hippie with her long skirts and flowers twisted all in her hair. She is not afraid to speak her mind... even to strangers, and believes that praying to God for Ariel to come to her house is the ultimate solution to all of her princess dreams.
Somebody stop her right here.... for just a few more months.... because by August, I'm sure she'll be a completely new little being. :-)
On the Swine Flu:
Don't freak out. Yet. (Why, yes, I am an expert. I am fortunate enough to receive a 1-hour CDC update every. single. morning. And it makes me want to pluck my eyelashes out one-by-one) In America - we are healthy. Things like the flu don't scare us. Or, do they? They shouldn't. Unless you're an infant (in which case, I'd like to meet you for being able to, you know, READ), pregnant (which is a possibility for a reader... not me), or have HIV, diabetes, or any other immune-compromised disorder, you're probably fine. Probably. If you go to Mexico - you need to get a good dose of Tamiflu BEFORE you go. And, for goodness sake - if you FEEL ill... STAY home. No one wants your swine-ish-like symptoms.
The things I've heard today....
Blacks are more likely to get Swine flu. WRONG. Perhaps if you consider that blacks are more likely to get diabetes - the there may be SOME sort of correlation. But, ahem, no.
You have to deal with pigs to get it. Um, no. Unless you're calling your mother/father/brother/sister/best friend a pig - then you can't get it from a pig.
You can get it from eating pork. Nope. (Shall I mention that eating raw pork will give you a multitude of OTHER organisms that might make you WISH you had the swine flu?)
Should I cancel my vacation? Heck no! Unless its to Mexico, that is. In which case... I might cancel if it were a pleasure trip. Business? Go - but take your Tamiflu.
Now - onto other things more pressing: My neighbors.
They won't leave me alone. They want to be 'friends,' which is fabulous... but I'm not really in the market for new friends right now. I'm awfully busy - and the notion of gallivanting around the city with you is charming....but..seriously... I've got prostates on the mind right now.
So, how do you tell nice, normal people - "No thank-you" for the 10th time in 1 week?!!? And how horrible is it that when they rang the doorbell (for the 3rd time), we ignored it and ordered our kid to sit still and be quiet?!?! Mother. of. the. Year.
And lastly, when did my kid get so big??? She loves flowers and music and pretty dresses. She wants to be a vet when she grows up - and will probably attempt to save every animal in America (despite the fact that her parents aren't necessarily 'animal people.'). She has no concept of time and reminds me of a miniature hippie with her long skirts and flowers twisted all in her hair. She is not afraid to speak her mind... even to strangers, and believes that praying to God for Ariel to come to her house is the ultimate solution to all of her princess dreams.
Somebody stop her right here.... for just a few more months.... because by August, I'm sure she'll be a completely new little being. :-)
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Pssst.....
Look to your right. Now down. See that? Its called Twitter. Now - Lemme tell you: Until about 2 weeks ago, I was 'twitter illiterate,' so to speak. As a matter of fact - I was SO twitter illiterate that the first time I even heard of it was from my PROFESSOR! Yes, a 60 year old grandmother of 4 introduced me to twitter. And, well, because I'm the adventurous type - I decided to give it a whirl. So... what you'll see is updates sent throughout the day from my phone - straight. to. my. blog. Now, I know, I know - you are all jumping up and down squealing at the very thought of hearing from me multiple times throughout the day (PRETEND, people, PRETEND!).... but - then again - you all also know how miserable I am at updating you on my life. But, perhaps, this is the solution to life's little moments that somehow slip through the cracks of the blogosphere of life.
ps: Stellan was released from the hospital yesterday! ....and the blogosphere cohesively rejoiced....
ps: Stellan was released from the hospital yesterday! ....and the blogosphere cohesively rejoiced....
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Because she asked so nicely
I've been tagged.... Lindsay over at Tales from the Godsey Six tagged me; and gosh darn-it, if she can do this with FOUR kids, I can do it.
Here's how 8 THINGS works:
- Mention the person that tagged you. (see above)
- Complete the lists of 8's. (see below)
- Tag 8 of your wonderful bloggy friends. (see bottom of post)
- Go tell them you tagged them!
8 THINGS I LOOK FORWARD TO:
- Graduation (shocker, I know)!!!!
- A vacation. Anywhere. Seriously.
- Having a REAL paycheck (not one that comes with 6% interst attached).
- Grey's Anatomy (its the ONLY show I watch in an entire week.... honestly)
- Moving (but we can't go into that, because, well... see last weeks post!)
- More babies (I think I have the baby-bug!)
- Having 'nothing' hanging over my head - like tests and papers, for example!
- Taking my kids as many places as I can!
8 THINGS I DID YESTERDAY:
- Studied
- Went to school.
- Stalked strangers' houses on realtor.com.....and daydreamed....
- Sat outside and watched Ava play with her friends
- Listened to my neighbor complain about her husband behaving like a child (and was thankful that mine doesn't do that weird stuff!).
- Ate lunch with my classmates (very strange for me, considering I'm anti-social and live exactly .1 miles from the school.... I usually come home).
- Brushed two sets of teeth (two times), washed two bodies, blow-dried to heads of hair, and dressed two people (two times).
- Plucked a creepy stray hair that was growing off my husband's neck! (HAHAHA! He'll kill me when he reads that!!! ..in a 'he'll think its funny kind of way.')
8 THINGS I WISH I COULD DO:
- Pass my FINAL pediatrics test tomorrow!
- Lose this stubborn 'baby' weight (ha! yeah. that's it... BABY weight).
- Find a job working all weekend, so that I can be home during the week (might happen)
- Take Ava to Little Mermaid on Broadway (might happen).
- Go somewhere FUN for Thanksgiving this year (maybe I should go to NYC and see Little Mermaid?!?)
- Get a MAC
- KNOW WHERE MY KID WILL GO TO KINDERGARTEN!!!!
- Cook...and enjoy doing so. As of now, I do neither.
8 SHOWS I WATCH:
- Grey's Anatomy (I really hate tv... and thought about getting rid of it.... but, then again, what would babysit my kid while I clean the kitchen?!?! Oh come on, you all do it too!!!!)
I often hear, in the background:
- Little Bear
- Dora
- Spongebob
- Horton Hears a Who
- Little Mermaid
- Aristocats
- Sleeping Beauty
8 BLOGGERS I TAGGED:
Colleen at The Delaney (& Waylon) Diaries
Patti at A Peek Into Our World
Janet at Student Revisited
H (who never reveals her name, but IIIIII know!) at Mama Sutra (because I miss her terribly!)
...and....um...lol... other than Lindsay and Becky (oh, and MckMama - who, if you don't read - you should. She has an amazing story to tell!), I don't read anyone else's.... but I will!! If you send me a link!!!
So, there they are!!
Here's how 8 THINGS works:
- Mention the person that tagged you. (see above)
- Complete the lists of 8's. (see below)
- Tag 8 of your wonderful bloggy friends. (see bottom of post)
- Go tell them you tagged them!
8 THINGS I LOOK FORWARD TO:
- Graduation (shocker, I know)!!!!
- A vacation. Anywhere. Seriously.
- Having a REAL paycheck (not one that comes with 6% interst attached).
- Grey's Anatomy (its the ONLY show I watch in an entire week.... honestly)
- Moving (but we can't go into that, because, well... see last weeks post!)
- More babies (I think I have the baby-bug!)
- Having 'nothing' hanging over my head - like tests and papers, for example!
- Taking my kids as many places as I can!
8 THINGS I DID YESTERDAY:
- Studied
- Went to school.
- Stalked strangers' houses on realtor.com.....and daydreamed....
- Sat outside and watched Ava play with her friends
- Listened to my neighbor complain about her husband behaving like a child (and was thankful that mine doesn't do that weird stuff!).
- Ate lunch with my classmates (very strange for me, considering I'm anti-social and live exactly .1 miles from the school.... I usually come home).
- Brushed two sets of teeth (two times), washed two bodies, blow-dried to heads of hair, and dressed two people (two times).
- Plucked a creepy stray hair that was growing off my husband's neck! (HAHAHA! He'll kill me when he reads that!!! ..in a 'he'll think its funny kind of way.')
8 THINGS I WISH I COULD DO:
- Pass my FINAL pediatrics test tomorrow!
- Lose this stubborn 'baby' weight (ha! yeah. that's it... BABY weight).
- Find a job working all weekend, so that I can be home during the week (might happen)
- Take Ava to Little Mermaid on Broadway (might happen).
- Go somewhere FUN for Thanksgiving this year (maybe I should go to NYC and see Little Mermaid?!?)
- Get a MAC
- KNOW WHERE MY KID WILL GO TO KINDERGARTEN!!!!
- Cook...and enjoy doing so. As of now, I do neither.
8 SHOWS I WATCH:
- Grey's Anatomy (I really hate tv... and thought about getting rid of it.... but, then again, what would babysit my kid while I clean the kitchen?!?! Oh come on, you all do it too!!!!)
I often hear, in the background:
- Little Bear
- Dora
- Spongebob
- Horton Hears a Who
- Little Mermaid
- Aristocats
- Sleeping Beauty
8 BLOGGERS I TAGGED:
Colleen at The Delaney (& Waylon) Diaries
Patti at A Peek Into Our World
Janet at Student Revisited
H (who never reveals her name, but IIIIII know!) at Mama Sutra (because I miss her terribly!)
...and....um...lol... other than Lindsay and Becky (oh, and MckMama - who, if you don't read - you should. She has an amazing story to tell!), I don't read anyone else's.... but I will!! If you send me a link!!!
So, there they are!!
Monday, April 20, 2009
I penciled in a full-night of sleep on Wednesday
Its my anniversary.... 7 years.... and I was forced to spend it curled up in a chair studying for a massive test that I have on Wednesday morning. Have I mentioned lately that school can be quite miserable?!?!
Usually, at night, I struggle to fall asleep... and then struggle to stay asleep. I wake up 'quizzing' myself, panicked that I've overslept, terrified that a virus overtook my laptop. Its sick and twisted, but part of the 'right of passage,' I suppose. My point is - last night - a new 'night terror' gripped ahold of me: Ava starts kindergarten 1 week before I graduate school. Though its a year away, this is quite complicated; let me explain. I don't need to remind you that I don't want to remain in Florida. And I certainly don't want Ava going to a public school around here (before anyone gets too judgemental here, let me just point out that over HALF of her Kindergarten class wouldn't be able to speak a single word of English. Moving on....). So the decision to leave Florida is/was easy. But - I won't have a job (and actually don't plan on looking for one until the following January). Won't know where we're going to live. And won't have the foggiest idea of where my kid will go to school. Like I said - its complicated, and I think I'm struggling to explain it on here. But, suffice it to say that the overwhelming thought of it all left me slightly panicked to the point that I made Fred get up and research school districts ALL THROUGHOUT THE SOUTH. Pathetic. And now? Now I can't sleep because my brain is quizzing itself on the differences in every imaginable childhood rash. Again, pathetic.
Heeeyyyy.... lets talk about something else. Lets chit chat about my child's sassy-britches little attitude lately. !?!?! I'm wanting to compare this to a tiny teenager, but I'm most certain that all moms of teenagers would revolt and clog my inbox with how their life with a teenager is NADA compared to my piddly problems with a 3-year old. Anyhow, Miss Sassy Britches is behaving like she has a split personality lately! One moment, she is sweet, loving, and such an amazing little girl... then.... WHAM!... she is angry, and screaming, and throwing herself on the ground repeatedly - in between stopping to her room and slamming the door. Those of you who know me well, know that I have ZERO patience for this stuff (unlike Fred who grows a halo and wings during these moments). Initially, I would raise my voice (not so much out of anger, but trying to communicate with her over her vicious screams), but now, I just drag her flailing body down the hall to her room and shut the door. Friends, this occurs every. single. day. Someone please tell me this is NORMAL?!?!?
ps - I'm giving Google's adsense a trial run; hence, all of the new ads you may see. I'm already questioning their content... so they may be gone soon. We shall see....
Usually, at night, I struggle to fall asleep... and then struggle to stay asleep. I wake up 'quizzing' myself, panicked that I've overslept, terrified that a virus overtook my laptop. Its sick and twisted, but part of the 'right of passage,' I suppose. My point is - last night - a new 'night terror' gripped ahold of me: Ava starts kindergarten 1 week before I graduate school. Though its a year away, this is quite complicated; let me explain. I don't need to remind you that I don't want to remain in Florida. And I certainly don't want Ava going to a public school around here (before anyone gets too judgemental here, let me just point out that over HALF of her Kindergarten class wouldn't be able to speak a single word of English. Moving on....). So the decision to leave Florida is/was easy. But - I won't have a job (and actually don't plan on looking for one until the following January). Won't know where we're going to live. And won't have the foggiest idea of where my kid will go to school. Like I said - its complicated, and I think I'm struggling to explain it on here. But, suffice it to say that the overwhelming thought of it all left me slightly panicked to the point that I made Fred get up and research school districts ALL THROUGHOUT THE SOUTH. Pathetic. And now? Now I can't sleep because my brain is quizzing itself on the differences in every imaginable childhood rash. Again, pathetic.
Heeeyyyy.... lets talk about something else. Lets chit chat about my child's sassy-britches little attitude lately. !?!?! I'm wanting to compare this to a tiny teenager, but I'm most certain that all moms of teenagers would revolt and clog my inbox with how their life with a teenager is NADA compared to my piddly problems with a 3-year old. Anyhow, Miss Sassy Britches is behaving like she has a split personality lately! One moment, she is sweet, loving, and such an amazing little girl... then.... WHAM!... she is angry, and screaming, and throwing herself on the ground repeatedly - in between stopping to her room and slamming the door. Those of you who know me well, know that I have ZERO patience for this stuff (unlike Fred who grows a halo and wings during these moments). Initially, I would raise my voice (not so much out of anger, but trying to communicate with her over her vicious screams), but now, I just drag her flailing body down the hall to her room and shut the door. Friends, this occurs every. single. day. Someone please tell me this is NORMAL?!?!?
ps - I'm giving Google's adsense a trial run; hence, all of the new ads you may see. I'm already questioning their content... so they may be gone soon. We shall see....
Monday, April 13, 2009
Oh yeah - Happy Easter!
I would have posted this earlier - but my kid has been puking (although you wouldn't know that from looking at these photos... just trust me, k?).
Wednesday, April 08, 2009
Mostly for Lindsay...
...because she ALMOST (without actually saying it) dared me to post 3 times in 3 days....
Ava: Momma, why do we have Easter?
Me: Well, remember how we talked about how some bad guys killed Jesus??
Ava: Yeah.
Me (struggling for what to tell and what not to tell): well, hm....well....
Ava: Then Jesus punched the bad guys in the face and told them they were bad?!?!
Me: Not exaaaccttllyy.....
Ava: Momma, why do we have Easter?
Me: Well, remember how we talked about how some bad guys killed Jesus??
Ava: Yeah.
Me (struggling for what to tell and what not to tell): well, hm....well....
Ava: Then Jesus punched the bad guys in the face and told them they were bad?!?!
Me: Not exaaaccttllyy.....
Tuesday, April 07, 2009
Need hairbows???
Call her!
www.allybugbowtique.com
A) Because they're beautiful
B) Because she's my friend
and...well...C) because there is a contest (but more importantly because of A and B)
Check out these nifty little things (there are PLENTY more where this came from - just click around on her page; oh, and be sure to forward her link to all other moms of girls):
www.allybugbowtique.com
A) Because they're beautiful
B) Because she's my friend
and...well...C) because there is a contest (but more importantly because of A and B)
Check out these nifty little things (there are PLENTY more where this came from - just click around on her page; oh, and be sure to forward her link to all other moms of girls):
Saturday, April 04, 2009
Time flies...
Time flies when you're squeeking in on one-year in school... In 1 week, I have to turn in papers for my rotation sites. The next 6 weeks will prove themselves probably the most difficult of this entire experience.... but, for now... I'm on SPRING BREAK!
We tossed around hundreds of ideas for this week. And - alas, settled on sitting right here. You see, for my birthday, we went to Disney World. I guess it really may just be the 'happiest place on Earth,' as we all three fell madly in love with everything about it. So - being the Florida residents that we are - we turned our 1-day tickets into season passes. Why aren't we there now?? Well... the crowds, mainly. Supposedly, this is one of the busiest times of the year (because of Spring Break plus Easter). And a 4 year old in the hot Florida sun... waiting in line... isn't too much fun. So, we're holding out for the 3rd week of May. Then again in August. Then in October. Then in December. (obsessive? yeah. a little)
Things are different around our house these days. You see... Prince Charming was let go the first week of March, and, well, we had to find a new niche for ourselves. He could have rushed out to look for a new job. But something inside of me kept saying 'wait.' So he did. And, thank goodness he did. Because - for now - his new role is stay at home dad. Its weird and quirky... but all together amazing to watch him morph into the one who participates in carpool, to carefully give him directions to the post office (and explain the differences in parcel post, media mail, and first-class mail), and to have him experience what its like to clean, grocery shop, pay bills, run here, mail this, call that company, etc. Like I said - weird and quirky.... but everything is going to be just fine.
Ava is Miss Chatty these days; and she's out to save the world. She informs me daily that 'jaguars are almost extinct' and then proceeds to tell me 'the sad part is that its humans who shoot them.' I nod my head, tell her she is very smart, then wait for the next 'go green' saying that probably comes straight from her little teacher. :-)
We're babysitting a cat this week. Poor, poor cat. I finally was able to convince Ava that the cat needed rest. And that the cat didn't want a necklace. And that you can't pry open a cat's mouth to put candy in it. And that when a cat hisses.... it doesn't mean you scream 'YOU BAD DIRTY CAT!' Poor, poor cat.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
The one that just might be too much information
In my life - its like this: Yeah yeah yeah, tell me what I need to know/get done. Everything else you say is just wasting my time. So - I'm sparing you the details here and telling you the top 3 things you should know:
1) Yesterday.... I was entrusted with a vagina. Not my own, because - well, we all know that I was entrusted with IT a long time ago. But someone else's vagina was placed in my....er...hands (excuse the pun). Might I add that I did a beautiful job with my handy-dandy speculum (mine has a light on it, Ladies and Gentlemen)? It was all good and well until my handy-dandy-lighted-speculum revealed a quite infected va-jay-jay. Well, the majority of you women know what had to happen next... a little thing we refer to as the 'bi-manual exam.' Yes, folks, I had to...ahem... insert my 'I-just-have-to-go-into-medicine' hand into Miss-I-Need-An-Antibiotic. I literally went through a snap moment of mental prep. You know... the whole "do what you have to do!!!" speech you give yourself? You all would have been so proud!!!
2) Later that night, we went out to eat. I felt the need to snap a photo of my dinner and send it to a select few of you, claiming it was a photo from the inside of my patient. Wrong? Probably. Disgusting? Definitely Hilarious? Like nothing else!
3) What? You want to talk about something other than my patient's genitalia (hey - I promise - if you all ever need me to, you know, check out something down 'there,' I swear - I won't post it HERE. Just FYI...)?? So - resolve this: I'm up for rent re-negotiation. The owner of my place makes an offer: 1) She'll drop the rent by $200 and we can sign another year lease. OR 2) She'll drop the rent by $300 and we will automatically go month-to-month, as she may force the place into foreclosure. I know, I know, I know... you're thinking... $100 is the difference between foreclosure or not? Well, I guess so. We've made all kinds of creatively structured counter-offers.... none of which she accepted. So, what do you think???? Which would you choose???
1) Yesterday.... I was entrusted with a vagina. Not my own, because - well, we all know that I was entrusted with IT a long time ago. But someone else's vagina was placed in my....er...hands (excuse the pun). Might I add that I did a beautiful job with my handy-dandy speculum (mine has a light on it, Ladies and Gentlemen)? It was all good and well until my handy-dandy-lighted-speculum revealed a quite infected va-jay-jay. Well, the majority of you women know what had to happen next... a little thing we refer to as the 'bi-manual exam.' Yes, folks, I had to...ahem... insert my 'I-just-have-to-go-into-medicine' hand into Miss-I-Need-An-Antibiotic. I literally went through a snap moment of mental prep. You know... the whole "do what you have to do!!!" speech you give yourself? You all would have been so proud!!!
2) Later that night, we went out to eat. I felt the need to snap a photo of my dinner and send it to a select few of you, claiming it was a photo from the inside of my patient. Wrong? Probably. Disgusting? Definitely Hilarious? Like nothing else!
3) What? You want to talk about something other than my patient's genitalia (hey - I promise - if you all ever need me to, you know, check out something down 'there,' I swear - I won't post it HERE. Just FYI...)?? So - resolve this: I'm up for rent re-negotiation. The owner of my place makes an offer: 1) She'll drop the rent by $200 and we can sign another year lease. OR 2) She'll drop the rent by $300 and we will automatically go month-to-month, as she may force the place into foreclosure. I know, I know, I know... you're thinking... $100 is the difference between foreclosure or not? Well, I guess so. We've made all kinds of creatively structured counter-offers.... none of which she accepted. So, what do you think???? Which would you choose???
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