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Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Reagan Weighs in on Healthcare Debate

"Since the general civilization of mankind, I believe there are more instances of the abridgment of the freedom of the people by gradual and silent encroachment of those in power than by violent and sudden usurpations." - James Madison speaking to the Virginia Convention in 1788

This is a 1961 LP recorded speech by Ronald Reagan that is just brilliant and makes me wonder why people can't see this in today's healthcare debate. It seems so obvious.


Hey, there's a contest over at Sarah's blog - Kingdom Twindom. It will help you out with some last minute shopping for Jesus' birthday. ;)

Monday, December 21, 2009

Hodgepodge Post

I was looking through my blog to try to find a link to this website that I used to love (not successful at finding it). And I remembered how much I love to blog. I guess Facebook eats up a lot of my thoughts that I used to put on my blog.

So my kids are sick right now, Levi's napping, my van is in the shop, and I'm stuck at home with no motivation to clean my house. So it's a good time to blog, but I don't have much to talk about. Rather, I do, I guess, but now that my blog is linked to Facebook, too many people can read it, so I sensor myself more than I used to. Hehehe.

Speaking of Facebook, let's talk about defriending people. Okay, so I've done it...a lot, but it doesn't feel good when I realize that I've been defriended. It's life, I guess, but I guess it's weird to "see" it happen. Before FB or My Space you didn't really "see" so clearly when people didn't like you anymore. When I've defriended people, I guess I thought that I wanted to be their friends, but then when I "saw" them all the time I remembered that I didn't like them in the first place. And the reasons that I didn't like them is because I realized that they really didn't like me to begin with, so why pretend, you know? I'm not in the business of begging people to be my friends.

So anyway, my Christmas tree is kaput. It has only drunk/drank (whichever word you're supposed to use here) about 1 or 2 inches of water the entire month. The branches are breaking off, and the ornaments (even the extremely lightweight ones) are weighing down the branches. It looks as if it spent a few hours in the sauna because it's so droopy. Needless to say, I'm never getting a real tree again. I love to leave the lights on all the time, but I haven't turned the lights on for this tree since the first day. I'm so afraid it will burn my house down. AND there's no room under the tree for presents because the branches have drooped all the way to the floor. Not cool.

So we had Christmas dinner at my mother-in-law's house on Saturday night, and it was so much fun. We had an awesome dinner, thanks to Ann. Then we did a Chinese gift exchange with the siblings and wives, and let me tell you, that's the way to go. It was so easy to shop for, no stress, no gift cards, no pressure. And everyone seemed like they had a good time. Then we sang karaoke with my brother-in-law Paul's machine hooked up to the TV afterward. That was so much fun. There's something about singing and making a fool out of yourself that brings everyone's defenses down and creates a really fun atmosphere. Also, you get to sing silly songs that you might not want to sing at a karaoke bar for fear of making a total fool of yourself. Case in point, 'Rock of Ages' by Def Leopard. Yeah, it's embarrassing that I know all the words and the ad libs, but it was so much fun to do the 80s screams. I'd say it was a pretty successful Christmas dinner. Thanks, Ann!

Oh, by the way, the weight loss contest that I joined to win $140 for the highest percentage of weight loss in December...yeah...harder than I thought it would be. I just gained two pounds last week. :( There are so many opportunities to eat sweets! If I can break even, I'll be satisfied.

Speaking of opportunities to eat, I surprised Michael for our anniversary (which is today) on Friday. I picked him up from work at lunchtime and took him to Lonesome Dove Bistro in Fort Worth before heading to a bed & breakfast in Granbury called the Inn on Lake Granbury. We had a great time and some REALLY good food at Lonesome Dove. Do yourself a favor and go there for lunch or dinner. It's really really good. Also, the inn that we stayed at was glorious. They had such attention to detail with their level of service, not to mention that the place was just beautiful. Breakfast was delicious, too. We are definitely going back there at some point, maybe in the summer when we can take advantage of the lake.

Alright, I guess that's all for my hodgepodge of thoughts. Merry Christmas, everyone!

Friday, October 30, 2009

Decorating Help

Okay, so I'm on the home stretch of redecorating my bedroom, but I need a little help. First of all, for those of you that don't know, I have a small house, built in 1955, and the rooms are all tiny. We're okay with this, though, because we don't keep a lot of clutter or junk. So here are some pictures of what we have so far. I forgot to take a picture of the rug, but this is it (sorry, I couldn't size it down).
Also, some of these are crappy iPhone pictures, but you get the general idea. These pictures were taken before I got a lamp on that nightstand, but this is the base I bought (the shade wasn't on the website).
EDITED TO ADD: I found a picture of the lamp on the nightstand.

And the curtains are actually red. So one of my problems is that I need something for the left of this window, but I don't know what. What about a candle sconce? Would that look stupid with a lamp there?Then there's the issue of above the bed. Do I need something there? I thought about making it an accent wall, a pretty, warm orange, but I really don't feel like going through the trouble of painting it (moving everything, taking the curtains down, etc.). But it's an awkward space because the bed isn't centered on that wall, so putting something above it would mean it would have to be centered on the bed, and I guess that wouldn't be so bad. I don't know.
And this is the dresser. I think that's pretty much finished; I just wanted you to get a better feel for the room.So what do you think? I need ideas. I don't really want to do a large, framed picture above the bed or anything like that, but I could be persuaded otherwise. Let me know!! TIA!!

EDITED TO ADD: There's also the issue of this opposite wall. It's got a narrow walkway, so I'm afraid to hang anything there.

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Biggest Loser Words of Wisdom

I was watching The Biggest Loser today and heard Jillian say something so profound in terms of dieting. "Unless you've got a reason behind it, then it's torture." That really resonated with me. The purpose for your diet has to outweigh the desire to eat for the diet to work. It has to have purpose and meaning in the grand scheme of your life. And when you have that specific purpose in mind, that turtle cheesecake is a lot less attractive. Thank you, Jillian. That's good.

Jillian was training Julio one day who is a husband and father, and he kept stopping and falling down on the mat and not really trying very hard. So she gets in his face, in typical Jillian fashion, and tells him, "You know what I'm gonna think of every time I see you fall down - dead father!" I thought that was a good, albeit harsh and extreme, way to illustrate that point well. It's a big picture thing. All of those bad choices that we make are more than we think in the moment.

It's just like when you're pregnant or nursing and have all of those dietary restrictions. Alcohol or shellfish or whatever is a lot easier to refuse when you're pregnant or nursing because you have the purpose of not harming your baby. My sister always said it was no problem not smoking while she was pregnant because she didn't want to harm the baby. But once the baby was born, it was a lot harder. When I was breastfeeding Levi from about month 2 to 8 I had to give up ALL dairy, even if something was baked with milk or butter as an ingredient. It was SOOO hard because EVERYTHING has dairy in it. But every time I ate dairy Levi got so sick, so refusing it became a lot easier and eating that piece of cheesecake wasn't even an option for me. That's where I want to get with my day to day diet - that eating crap on a regular basis isn't even an option for me.

Monday, September 28, 2009

Sick and Tired

Well, last night was the first time that Michael and I slept in our own room without kids in 3 years and 4 months...and I was sick. So we sat in bed with the laptop picking out drapes for our new room remodel.

I'm so sick and tired of being sick. I'm normally pretty healthy. I eat well. I exercise. I take care of my body. I used to get sick about once or twice a year, and now I get sick about once a month or more. And, as gracious as Michael is, it's starting to get on his nerves (because he has to take off work, etc.), which makes me feel bad. So I went to the doctor this morning, and she ordered some blood work so we'll see what happens. (BTW, thanks for all of your doctor suggestions. I didn't have time to check into them before I went this morning, but I'm looking for one long term, so those will help a lot.)

So the doctor said that the top two things that she will check for are anemia and my thyroid levels. I looked on WebMD, and I have a lot of the symptoms of both anemia and hypothyroidism. I really hope it's just anemia because I really wanted to start trying for a baby next month. :( I am at higher risk for thyroid issues, though, because my mom has hypothyroidism. I really hope that's not it because it sucks.

OK, there's my vent. I'll let y'all know what they say. I have no idea how long I will have to wait for them to call me with the results of the blood work. We'll see.

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Baby #3 Perhaps?

Well, as many of you know, I have said that I'm finished having children since I was pregnant with Levi. I was pretty set on that, but Michael still really wanted a third one and to try for a girl. I had many reservations about it:
  • I didn't want to be pregnant again.
  • I didn't want to breastfeed again (especially that first two weeks of HELL).
  • I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to be as involved in Samuel and Levi's lives.
  • I didn't want to get fat again and have to lose the weight again with the possibility that I wouldn't be able to.
  • I didn't want to have another C-section.
  • I didn't want the inconvenience of a baby (i.e. not being able to go where I want when I want.)
  • I just didn't want 3 kids because everything gets more complicated.
  • I didn't want a girl because I didn't want to compete with her for Michael's affection (weird, I know, but I'm just being honest.)
  • I thought it would be weird to breastfeed a girl.
  • I didn't want Levi to be a middle child.
  • I didn't want to have to restrict my diet and medication for pregnancy and breastfeeding again.
  • I basically just didn't want to do the whole baby thing AGAIN. I'm not big on the baby phase.
So the other night Michael and I were talking as we were laying there in bed. He was saying that it would be really cool for me to have a girl for several reasons:
  • I would have someone to do girly stuff with.
  • I would have someone to shop with and dress.
  • As my boys got older and moved on, my girl and I would have a different kind of connection.
I don't really remember what else he said, and those things don't seem that meaningful, but it really impacted me because I started seeing this potential third child as a person and not just an idea anymore. I saw this person as a teenager and young adult and was really sad when I tried imagining life without her. (I didn't think of the person as another son.) And I really wanted that relationship with a daughter.

So I was still opposed to the idea because I didn't want to do the first 3 years again. But the feelings that the conversation with Michael produced wouldn't go away. So I was talking to my dear friend Andrea about it, and she was saying that I needed to think about the whole picture not just those first few really hard years. I would have 50+ years with this daughter or son, and that would make those first few hard and inconvenient years totally worth it.

Well, that was pretty much my tipping point. I was about 75% decided before that conversation, and a few days after that conversation I was 100% decided that I want to try for a third baby. This morning's sermon was about trusting in God, and that sealed it for me. Then I started looking at baby names and got really excited. So I decided to tell Michael, and he was happy.

We talked about when we would start trying, and we realized that we would need to start trying between now and November or wait until June (to have him/her in a desired month). I'll have to wait and see what I feel like and call my doctor (because I'm taking a medication) to see if now is a good idea or not (well, next month).

And I know you must be thinking, 'Are they going to be way disappointed if they have a boy?' No, absolutely not...well, maybe a little disappointed that we didn't have a girl, but we know boys, so that would be just fine, too. Two other good things that would come of this would be:
  • Samuel would be much more aware of this pregnancy and birth to be excited.
  • Levi would not be the baby. He's got a personality that would not be conducive to being the baby. I think he would be a more balanced person having another sibling.
So anyway, suggestions as to how to conceive a girl are welcomed. As you would expect from us, we will be getting a book on it, but we welcome other suggestions, too, just not the old wives' tales because those WAY get on my nerves. ;)

Sunday, August 2, 2009


I swore I would never read Twilight. Well, okay, I didn’t swear, but I seriously had no plans to do it. I just totally didn’t get it. Why in the world would a bunch of MOMS in their late twenties and early thirties want to read about some high schooler vampire? And then they would all swoon over Edward, and it seriously made me cringe. His character is 17! Ewww! I just really didn’t get it and didn’t want to lumped into that group of people - you know...Twilight fans.

So finally the buzz was dying down, and I was soon forgetting about it when out of nowhere Becki writes a blog about finally reading the Twilight series. She said that she was surprised that she actually liked it and that it reminded her that she likes to read (I’m paraphrasing). It was actually just a passing thought tagged onto another blog entry, but I thought, what the heck, I’ll give it a shot. I hadn’t read a fiction book in a while (since Jane Eyre before Levi was born - and that was an audiobook), so I was in the mood for some mindless reading. I ended up getting sick while on vacation in Utah, and had nothing better to do in my hotel room while Michael and the boys had fun elsewhere, so I bought the first book.

I wasn’t sold on it at first. I was totally annoyed by Bella and thought she was a whiny, melodramatic teenage girl, self-absorbed even though the author was trying to portray her as selfless. And why in the hell would Edward, if he was so majestic, be interested in this bratty girl. Wasn’t he supposed to be like over 100 years old? And he’s in love with a 17 year old girl? A 25 year old guy wouldn’t be interested in her, let alone some god of a guy. So I finished that book, and I understood it (you have to read it to know what I mean). I still didn’t buy it completely, but I got it.

It was entertaining, and it passed the time. And I started to understand the obsession with Edward. The author writes him very well. The trouble I ran into, though, was that they put the first chapter of the next book in the end of the first book, so as to take advantage of my OCD. I read it, and I couldn’t just leave the rest of it unread. So I bought the second book. I totally didn’t like it until the last few chapters, but, again, it passed the time. They did the same with the third book, so I bought it, too, even though I was reluctant to spend 8 more bucks on the hardback version since the paperback wasn’t out yet. The third was my favorite, so it was a good thing that I bought the fourth when I bought the third.

They were all such easy reads that I started 11 days ago, and I’m almost finished with the fourth book. So I guess in terms of readability and keeping the reader intrigued, it did a good job; I was entertained. I’m still pretty embarrassed that I read them all, but like Becki said, it was really cool that it reminded me that I really like reading fiction books. Staying up late to read a good fiction book is one of my favorite things to do. And these books reminded me of that, so that was a really cool thing to come out it. That’s really good for high schoolers, too, that might be into the books. If a high schooler can gain a love for reading, then they will be so much further ahead in life than a lot of their peers.

So I finally watched the movie tonight, which of course was the first book. And wow....that was really bad. It had such potential to be a really cool movie, and they just really butchered it. It was so disappointing. The acting was terrible - so over-the-top and melodramatic. There was no color to the acting at all. It was always intense and pained. And there was no buildup to the intensity, either. Someone who didn’t read the book would be left wondering why in the world they were so head-over-heels for each other after like 2 days or whatever. I guess that’s always the trouble with making a book into a movie. It’s hard to blame the actors since they’re so young, but a better director might have channelled some of that intensity a little better.

They didn’t capture the essence of the beauty of the vampires (and mainly Edward) nearly as well as the book did. They’re so magical and mystical in the book and notsomuch in the movie. My impression of Bella in the book, however, was spot-on in the film - whiny, melodramatic, overly intense.

At the end credits they used all these cool black and white shots of scenes, and I thought that that would have been such a cool way to do the film - all edgy and artistic. I, at least, would have enjoyed it more. Oh well. I’ll probably wait until New Moon comes out on DVD to watch that one.

OK, so I’m done with my long boring post about Twilight (which I keep wanting to type as Twiglight). Now it’s off my chest, and I’m done with it! Thoughts? Disagreements? Bring ‘em on. Ha ha!

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Nick Arroverated

Oh gosh, I'm a dork, but that title cracks me up. So for all of you What Not to Wear fans, what do you think of the hair stylist Nick Arrojo? On most makeover shows I usually end up liking what they do, but I'd say 9 times out of 10 I think their hair looks awful. Yeah, it usually looks better than what they had, but that isn't saying much.

I especially don't like what he does to curly hair. He usually gives them something very similar to a mullet. Awful! One lady from Dallas (slide 3) hated her hair so much that she was crying and went home and got extensions. I don't know. I could be wrong and just behind the hair fashions, but I think Nick is overrated.

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Food Poisoning

I haven't posted in a while because I haven't had time, but now I have time and would rather be busy doing other things. Instead I'm stuck home feeling like I'm about to die. OK, so I exaggerate a little when I don't feel good, but you wouldn't understand unless you've had food poisoning before.

Last night we had our Sharing Life Group (the home group that we lead for young families at our church) at our house, and we usually do pizza or fast food since everyone is on their way from work. Well, I decided to be nice and cook dinner. Pork roast. Oh gosh, I can't even look at those words right now. When I woke up in the middle of the night sick, I was panicked because there were 7 other adults (one of which is pregnant) and 5 kids that ate the said pot roast. Michael sent an email out telling them that I have food poisoning, though, and no one else has replied yet that they might have it. And Michael and the boys are not sick, so that's a good sign.

I think it happened when I took that one little bite off of the top before the meat thermometer said it was ready. You see, I had it in the crock pot all day, but it was taking too long to cook. So I moved it to the oven to finish the job since I was running out of time. Well, the top of the roast looked all yummy and crisp (UGGGHHHH!!!), so I had a little bite, figuring that said little piece was fully cooked. What a mistake!

So now I'm laying on my bed, waiting for the Tylenol PM to kick in so that I can get some sleep. I only slept 2 1/2 hours last night and have been way too achey, nauseated, and uncomfortable to sleep so far today. I know this will pass, and last time I had food poisoning it only took 24 hours, but this day is going by SOOOO slowly. Not to mention I have to miss two my close friends' sons' birthday parties today and will probably not even get to visit much with my dad. : (

I do have the best husband ever, though. My weekend was supposed to be a full one, but he has totally taken the reigns so that I can rest in an empty house. My dad came in town this morning, so he picked him up from the airport with the boys, went to breakfast, and then to the toy store so Pa-pa could spoil Samuel for his birthday (I'm sure the Tiger will come home with something, too.) There's so little to worry about when the boys are in such good hands.

Now if I could only turn back time and not take that God-forsaken bite!

Friday, May 15, 2009

Potty Train Pain

Potty training, like most things in my life for a while now, is a very humbling experience. Just when I think I have this mothering thing down, I get faced with a brand new challenge that reminds me that I'm really just average and think I know a lot more than I actually do.

When it comes to potty training, I don't know what the hell I'm doing. Right now I'm basically just doing what my sister Julie told me to do. It's a little different from what I read about in a book I like, but I just figured that she successfully potty trained 4 kids so she knows what she's doing. I'm hoping to not scar him in any way throughout this process, so I'm piling on the love and affection and praise.

Potty training is just an extremely daunting task to me. It's something that I've dreaded ever since Samuel was born. There are so many ways to go about it, for one. And who really knows what's best. But also, you have to actually train your kid to do something. Therefore, the ultimate success of your endeavor is measured by the output of your kid. I know it's not exactly the same, but I've had two dogs in my adult life, and I was never able to house train either one of them. And the common denominator in this whole scenario is me.

Despite the great stress I feel about it all, Samuel really is doing great. He's rarely having accidents, and tomorrow we're going to try to go without the timer (we were setting the kitchen timer for every 30 minutes.) We're also going to a birthday party next door tomorrow, which I'm a little worried about, but we'll see how it goes.

::sigh:: I'm ready for this to be over (in the sense of it being a success.)

Monday, May 11, 2009


This is a HILARIOUS post from my sweet sister-in-law. Courtney, I'm so glad you have such a good sense of humor. I guess you have to, to be married to Adam. Ha ha!

Monday, April 20, 2009

Workin' it Out

I’m STILL trying to drop this last 10 pounds of baby weight, and it’s driving me crazy. So I started trying to help myself keep to my diet and my workouts by keeping track of them with this online calendar. You can mark each day as a success, failure, or exempt. Then I was going to reward myself with each milestone that I made. For example, after two weeks of not cheating on my diet and working out at least 4 times a week I could go get a facial.

I had some other good ideas for my rewards, but none of them ending up panning out, mostly because I’m an adult and I can pretty much buy stuff I want whenever I want as long as it fits into our budget. And since we didn’t really have room for a new category in our budget, I ended up not getting those things. So then I was bummed that I couldn’t come up with a motivation to stick to my diet or my workouts. (This reward system might work really well for someone just starting out, though.)

I was sulking about it one day, feeling oh so sorry for myself. So I was telling Michael about it, and he was helping me think through it. So he goes, “Why don’t you just workout because that’s what you do? You’re Annie who works out 4 times a week and eats well.”

‘Huh, that could work,’ I thought. I don’t need gimmicks and tricks; I need a mind shift. I really am Annie who works out 4 times a week and eats well, but I wasn’t believing it. Working out has been pretty much a consistent part of my life (with a few very minor setbacks and two babies) for the past 8 or so years now. But still, I haven’t internalized it on that level. (My husband is brilliant, y’all.)

I had the best workout this morning because of that mind shift. I didn’t complain in my head even once about the workout class; I challenged myself; I was there for me; and it wasn’t that hard to get out of bed when the alarm went off. I did it because I love it; I love taking care of myself; and because that’s a time that I can totally focus on me.

It’s so funny because y’all know that lately I’ve been having a bit of a pity party (and y’all have been so gracious to me – thanks for all the support and love), but I was COMPLETELY overlooking workouts as ME-time. I think that I was doing that because I wasn’t identifying myself with it. It was something I HAD to do, not something I just do. I HAD to go to the gym, instead of I’m going to the gym because I’m a gym member and that's what I do.

What we believe about ourselves is such a driving force in our lives. Fake it til you make it if you have to, but then internalize it. You're believing and internalizing something about yourself (whether you want to or not and whether you like those beliefs or not). So you might as well be in control of those beliefs instead of letting them passively hang out.

I'm Annie who works out 4 times a week and eats well. :-)

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Crunchiness Revoked

So my crunchiness label is now revoked. Don’t tell all my granola-head friends, but I think I’m going to quit cloth diapering. I feel like a bit of a quitter, but it was just too much for me. I really wish I could handle it because I love the idea – saving the environment, saving money, more natural for the kid, possible earlier potty training, etc. But for real, y’all, it was a lot of work.

Samuel poops at least once a day, but Levi, my gosh, he poops 2-4 times a day. And with each poop I’d have to go to the toilet and spray it off then take it back to the room and throw it in the diaper pail. That doesn’t sound too bad, but when you have a clingy 14 month old crying and trying to chase down your leg, it sucks, not to mention the crappiness of having to keep him out of the toilet while I sprayed said diaper.

Then I’d have to launder them every 2 days, and that wasn’t so bad, it was the getting them out of the dryer and back into the kids’ room that never happened. So then every time I changed a diaper I’d have to go to the dryer to get a diaper and then to the kids’ room to get a wipe and then chase down the kid and change his diaper wherever he was.

And I know this sounds bad because I know the response of cloth diapering moms, but I’ll say it anyway: I hated having to change their diapers so often! I’d have to change them at least every 2 hours, and I’m sorry, but with disposables you don’t have to do that. So to that a cloth diapering mom would say, “Well, you don’t want your baby sitting in pee for that long anyway.” But you know what, disposables do a great job at keeping the pee away from their bottoms, so I’m fine with that.

Ahhh, it feels great to just admit defeat and go back to wasteful living. I’ll plant a couple of trees or something, okay. For real, though, it was stressing me out and was becoming a strain on my home life. I think our family will benefit more greatly from not doing cloth diapering. There, I’ve said it. [defeated but happy]

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

First Things First

So lately I’ve been really dissatisfied with life. Downer, I know. Michael and I were talking about it the other night for a really long time. We were trying to pinpoint why I wasn’t doing that great. There were a few reasons that I identified, one or two of which I won’t tell you. The first of which was that I don’t feel like I have a creative outlet or a thing that I like to do outside of kids or the house that makes me feel like myself. My therapist a while back said that it’s really important for mothers to have that, to not lose our identities solely in motherhood because then you feel totally utilitarian and you may even start resenting your kids for taking your life away.

So I was trying to come up with stuff to do, and I kept finding roadblocks. I was thinking about it, and it’s like I’ve completely forgotten all of the things that make me feel alive. Then I remembered singing. ‘That’s right, I really enjoy singing and worship leading, and I feel really alive when I’m doing it.’ So I tried to venture down that path, but the worship leader at our church is kind of dragging his feet on letting me sing. I don’t know why, but I think the ministry might be a little oversaturated at our church. I feel like walking up to him briskly, pulling two fists full of his shirt and saying, “Look, you don’t know how much I need this!”

The big thing that I felt was missing from my life was simply a connection with God. Michael wisely said that this should be my first point of focus because, “Seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.” I was really excited about that, but I was also a little overwhelmed.

Having kids necessitates a reinvention of many of ones relationships. A marriage relationship most definitely needs to be redefined when you have kids. It’s no longer just the two of you. Friendships have no choice but to be redefined. You can’t just go hang out whenever you feel like it or stay out until all hours of the night (like I always did – ha ha).

So I think that mothers (and fathers, for that matter) need to realize that our relationships with God will be different once we have kids, too. Having a solid chunk of time to read scripture, pray, play guitar and sing, etc. seem a thing of the past. I’m lucky to pray while I’m in the shower or while I’m nursing and dozing off to sleep. And whenever I do have a minute to myself, my mind is so full of clutter and task lists. And whenever I pick up a bible or another book to read, it’s quickly grabbed out of my hands and nearly torn by my 14 month old. I don’t think I need to keep stating my case, because if you’re a mom, you surely know what I’m talking about.

So I’m re-reading this book called The Busy Mom’s Guide to Spiritual Survival. I’m hoping that I can actually implement the things I’m learning in there this time. But most of all I’m hoping that it really sinks in that having a relationship with God isn’t about doing. I don’t have to do a whole bunch of stuff to be in right standing with Him; Jesus already took care of that. I just want to love Him because I love Him and because He’s worthy. He is, y’all. : )

I was laying in bed a little while ago putting Levi to sleep, and my mind started racing again about friendships (another thing on my mind, as you could see from my last post). I had invited one of the SAHM’s from the hood to this kids’ thing, and she said she couldn’t do it. So I was just like, ‘Forget it! I’m done with them! It’s official!’ But I reminded myself that I’m not even going to trouble myself with all of that or any other friendship stuff because I’m going to seek God first and let Him handle the rest (the rest - as in my whole outlook on life). That brought me so much peace. Ahhh, such joy and contentment in surrendering to Him! On that note, I’m going to bed.

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Still a Neighborhood Nerd

OK, so you have to take a new poll for me. Read this then vote. (The poll is on my blog, in case you're reading this on Facebook.)

So as the title states, I'm still a neighborhood nerd, it seems. (See November post for background.) So "the hood" as they call themselves, had a baby shower tonight that I was invited to for a really sweet girl named Jennifer. It was a nice shower, and everyone was really friendly, but the fact that I just haven't broken into this group of friends yet was just screaming at me the whole time. People would talk to me from time to time, but I was just so shy the whole time and felt out of place. They all know each other so well and see each other everyday and have history together. It was like being at someone's family dinner. You introverts know what I mean.

We first met everyone back at the Halloween party 5 months ago. Since then we went to the Christmas party (where we had a blast), and I've hung out with a couple of the stay at home moms like twice. Since I live on the other block, it's hard for me to just run into them. So I wait to be invited to things, but that doesn't really happen a whole lot. I've invited the two SAHMs to my house for playdates, but they're always busy. They're all like, "Drop by anytime," but really I don't feel like I can do that with a person until I know them better and have been invited over often. I'm not that brassy of a gal.

So then there's the stuff that we haven't been invited to. There was a New Year's Eve party/birthday party that we didn't get invited to. I'm sure there are impromptu things that happen all the time that they don't think to call us for. Then, the other day I saw all the girls walking down the street for a nice walk through the neighborhood. I was bored just sitting at home with the blinds up while all 10 or so of them walked by. They didn't think to invite me. But then I was invited to this baby shower, so I was like, 'Well, maybe they do like me.'

So get over it, right? I really like them all a lot, and they're all people that I could really see myself being good friends with. I don't really fault them for not thinking of me much. I am on the other block. So what should I do? Should I just move on and not try to be friends with them because it doesn't seem like there's room for me there? Or should I just try to plug away at it and do more playdates and whatnot? Or should I just not try to do anything and see if it fizzles out or not? Vote now!

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Maybe it was the fumes...

…that made me cave on my diet today. I had gone 7 weeks without cheating on my No S Diet, and today I caved. The ceiling in my dining room is being painted because of a leak in the roof, so I had to be home for that. Well, the boys were FASCINATED with the plastic that they covered the room with, so my entire morning was filled with keeping them away from the plastic. They refused to go in any other room, so I tried to keep them occupied whilst in the living room (right next to the dining room), but all my attempts failed. The thin plastic film won out every time.

Well, the fumes from the Kilz that they used to treat the stain were getting to us, so I decided to leave my house in the care of the painter’s helper (complete with tattoo sleeves) who was left to paint the ceiling. (I really wasn’t worried; but I did notice when I got home that I left a bank statement in plain view – oh well.) So we drove around, and Levi was asleep within one minute of driving, so we couldn’t get out. I made a quick deposit and decided to drive around to insure that he fell into a deep enough sleep to transfer him out of the car and into the bed without noticing.

Whilst (I love using that word) driving around I purposely turned away from the Starbucks across the street from my bank drive-thru. I did a loop around the neighborhood, though, and ended up right in front of it again. Screw it! I drove on through! All I ordered was a kids apple juice for Samuel and a toffee almond bar for me. I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I NEEDED it. It tasted really great and was just the little treat I needed after a tough morning. I’m not worried about the one little sweet treat making me bloat up; I was just disappointed that my no-cheating spree was over. Now I have to start over.

On a funnier note, Samuel kept calling the painter’s helper “the little man” (he’s probably 5’ 9” and 140 pounds). He said it outside, but then he said it right in front of him. I don’t think the guy was paying attention, but I had to keep myself from laughing.

Monday, March 30, 2009

Lessons Learned from My Recent Trip Home

1. When you’re packing the van to leave, don’t forget to check the back of the bedroom door for the clothes you ironed for the whole family to wear that night on your dinner out.

2. Don’t read to a kid when they’re carsick. It only makes it worse.

3. Dramamine is Samuel’s new best friend and will always be on my packing list from now on, as well as a bucket or large bowl. Nothing makes him sleepy, but at least it took away the motion sickness.

4. If the kid hasn’t had milk that day, the vomit doesn’t smell as bad, so no milk on travel day.

5. Making time for friends is a MUST! For the past 12 years every time I’ve gone home my focus has been entirely on my family, and I have missed out on my friends’ lives. I had the best trip this weekend because I got to see so many old friends (and boy do I mean OLD – j/k). It was very life-giving. So here’s my shout-out (do people still say that) to Stacy, Erica & Dave, Shane & Heidi, Christa, and Jennifer! It was so much fun (and a bit of a mind trip) meeting everyone’s kids! I’m so glad I got to hang out with all of you. I’m not going to make so much time pass before our next get-together. Here are my girls: Heidi, Stacy, me, and Erica, and below is Jennifer and me. (I forgot to take a pic of Christa.)

6. When you’re passing the last Bill Miller BBQ in north Austin, STOP, even if you’re not hungry. You’ll regret it later when you’re eating a cold sandwich from the Target in Temple.

Monday, March 9, 2009

Tom Thumb Friendliness

So today I was grocery shopping, and the boys were in the racing car shopping cart. I was putting my bags in the back of the van, and a Tom Thumb employee comes up and does the obligatory pleasantries. And then he's like, "Oh, can I help you put your bags in the van?" And I'm like, "Yeah, that'd be great." I thought he was going to take my cart when I was finished loading my groceries. So I started taking the boys out of the cart (they were in the front of the cart at this point). And the guy's like, "OK, well, you have a great day." And he sticks his hand out for me to shake it. I awkwardly shook his hand back. Then he gives me a hug. Whuut? I was so confused; it all happened so quickly. Then he walked away, without taking my cart. I finished putting the boys in the car and put my cart away, looking over my shoulder the whole time to make sure he wasn't coming back to murder me (you girls know what I mean). Then I got in the car and laughed about it. I figured later that he might have been special needs and not a serial killer. Then I thought it was sweet. I got a hug at Tom Thumb.

Monday, March 2, 2009

Bachelor Shmachelor

Well, there goes a whole season of Monday nights that I’ll never get back. I totally wasted my Monday nights on The Bachelor, and the ending totally stunk. I started suspecting about midway through the season that Jason (the bachelor) was a bit overemotional and it annoyed me, but I ignored it. But ever since he let what’s-her-name from Canada go, I knew that he was a flake. He totally followed his emotions, overcomplicated things, and made a mess of things. Deanna even came back and told him, “Lead your heart,” and he totally didn’t.

Anyway, I swear to you that I am not wasting my time on that stupid show anymore! It’s made for a whole bunch of people that are probably bad at relationships anyway, which is why they would go on a reality show to find love anyway. There’s my rant. I’m done with that show!


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