I LOVE the fall! It means cooler weather, changing leaves, and new hair for me! YEAH me!
Plus, I get to get the boys into long-sleeved items. I still am on the look out for long pants for Owen. They seem to elude me.
I just got the cutest onezies in the mail. I can't wait to try them on Owen and get some fall shots.
My hair is like super-star-crazy dark. It's got copper highlights. Wow. You want a pic? Too bad. I want to wait until tomorrow... after my surprise massage. See... my hubby did one of those rare and surprising things for me. He felt it necessary to treat me to a make-up massage since my b'day one was ... not-so-much... and since I commented that it was "uneventful." So, the Waterford here I come... tomorrow at 10:30. My bro' will keep the boys for that hour. WOW!!! New hair AND a massage in less than 24 hours?! (if only I could find time to get two eyebrows again... and spend my b'day gift card on clothes...but, I'll take what I can get. :) Yippee!)
Showing posts with label Just Me. Show all posts
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Friday, November 7, 2008
Monday, October 27, 2008
Skipping out to hang out
I've been a bad girl. I skipped church... again.
My hunny had the morning off (a rare occasion around here)... so we lazied it yesterday morning and stayed in bed until 8. Then we got up and got dressed and headed to dad's house for breakfast. YUM!
I love lazy Sundays with my boys. It's a good thing not every day is Sunday. I'd be as big as a house... what with all of the eating and sitting around. The playing games and wrestling and holding sweet boys would surely lead to an even larger hiney.
So, yah.
Oh, my birthday was... um... uneventful. So, that is okay. I got a massage from the health club. It was... okay. I was wanting one of those uber relaxing things... but the masseuse was not accustomed to that type of massage. More like a pain management guy. Not totally relaxing. I'm not complaining. But, I could find something better to do with my $60 bucks. Okay, so maybe I am complaining. Then, we did tostadas at my Dad's house... Sabi came over. This was the highlight of my day. That, and Caleb telling me that when we got home he was going to wrap up one of his toys for my birthday present. So sweet!
Oh yah! Another highlight I just thought of... I got a text message from a teacher that one of our teachers delivered her baby on my birthday! How wonderful! The only scary part? She was only at 30 weeks, and baby Eva weighed only 2.5 pounds. But, both are doing well. I won't forget HER birthday, for sure.
So, here's to another year of living as a child of God. (even if I did skip out on church, post-birthday.) :)
My hunny had the morning off (a rare occasion around here)... so we lazied it yesterday morning and stayed in bed until 8. Then we got up and got dressed and headed to dad's house for breakfast. YUM!
I love lazy Sundays with my boys. It's a good thing not every day is Sunday. I'd be as big as a house... what with all of the eating and sitting around. The playing games and wrestling and holding sweet boys would surely lead to an even larger hiney.
So, yah.
Oh, my birthday was... um... uneventful. So, that is okay. I got a massage from the health club. It was... okay. I was wanting one of those uber relaxing things... but the masseuse was not accustomed to that type of massage. More like a pain management guy. Not totally relaxing. I'm not complaining. But, I could find something better to do with my $60 bucks. Okay, so maybe I am complaining. Then, we did tostadas at my Dad's house... Sabi came over. This was the highlight of my day. That, and Caleb telling me that when we got home he was going to wrap up one of his toys for my birthday present. So sweet!
Oh yah! Another highlight I just thought of... I got a text message from a teacher that one of our teachers delivered her baby on my birthday! How wonderful! The only scary part? She was only at 30 weeks, and baby Eva weighed only 2.5 pounds. But, both are doing well. I won't forget HER birthday, for sure.
So, here's to another year of living as a child of God. (even if I did skip out on church, post-birthday.) :)
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Friday, October 24, 2008
Random bits
So, if you are looking for something to do next Wednesday at 9:30... may I suggest joining my team of girls at my school? We're having a contest to see how many parents/teachers/community members will walk with us at the stadium. We are... ahem ... in LAST place. We desperately want to beat the other two teams, as they are OVER-ACHIEVERS! You know who you are... or were (LOL - Jenny!).
Today, my team has lunch with loved ones. We're doing this outside. It should be nice weather. A bit chilly, perhaps... but nice. THEN... we are having each child make ice cream. It's like shake and bake ... only shake and chill. It's yummy! I am nervous about how we'll do it on a 130 times scale... but, it'll be okay.
Oh! And... tomorrow is my birthday! I love my birthday! Yeah ME! (you must say that in London Tipton's voice - go ahead... try it out.)
Today, my team has lunch with loved ones. We're doing this outside. It should be nice weather. A bit chilly, perhaps... but nice. THEN... we are having each child make ice cream. It's like shake and bake ... only shake and chill. It's yummy! I am nervous about how we'll do it on a 130 times scale... but, it'll be okay.
Oh! And... tomorrow is my birthday! I love my birthday! Yeah ME! (you must say that in London Tipton's voice - go ahead... try it out.)
Thursday, September 18, 2008
I win
You might go pee before you read this blog. I don't want you peeing on yourself. That would just be icky and gross.
Also, it is recommended that you not take a large drink of any beverage prior to reading the following post.
Now that you have taken my advise, you may proceed.
So, I'm in fourth period. There are less than two minutes to the end of class. I am standing at my computer on a cart. 12 or so students are behind me... at their desks. They all start busting out laughing. I look around like, what? Is my bra strap hanging out? Do I have a excessively large booger peeking out? What?!
A student in front of me says, Mrs. F... your skirt.
Yeah... the waist band of the skirt was down just above my knees. I was wearing Assets (like Spanks - but the cheaper version, or like pantie-hose without the legs... to hold in my still-existing-baby-tummy), and could not feel them drop.
So, there I was... exposing my big white panties to my classroom.
At least I had on panties.
At least they were full butt covering panties and not thongs.
At least I was not on my period.
At least they were clean.
So, I win. (and am using is as a teachable moment about how to handle embarrassing moments with grace...aren't I a great teacher?! They will always remember me, huh?! YIKES!)
Also, it is recommended that you not take a large drink of any beverage prior to reading the following post.
Now that you have taken my advise, you may proceed.
So, I'm in fourth period. There are less than two minutes to the end of class. I am standing at my computer on a cart. 12 or so students are behind me... at their desks. They all start busting out laughing. I look around like, what? Is my bra strap hanging out? Do I have a excessively large booger peeking out? What?!
A student in front of me says, Mrs. F... your skirt.
Yeah... the waist band of the skirt was down just above my knees. I was wearing Assets (like Spanks - but the cheaper version, or like pantie-hose without the legs... to hold in my still-existing-baby-tummy), and could not feel them drop.
So, there I was... exposing my big white panties to my classroom.
At least I had on panties.
At least they were full butt covering panties and not thongs.
At least I was not on my period.
At least they were clean.
So, I win. (and am using is as a teachable moment about how to handle embarrassing moments with grace...aren't I a great teacher?! They will always remember me, huh?! YIKES!)
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
What a dork!
So, we enjoyed the football game and fellowship last night. It was relaxing for all of us.
When I was packing up the food items, I noticed there were two M & M cookies left. So, I packed them up, too... thinking that I brought in these yummy cookies.
Only to find out, when I got to my car, nope. There were the cookies I meant to bring in to the festivities. OOPS! So, I am a cookie thief. Sorry! What a dork!
Anywho, it was fun! and, wouldn't you know it?! THE BOYS WON!!! What a terrific game! Thanks!
When I was packing up the food items, I noticed there were two M & M cookies left. So, I packed them up, too... thinking that I brought in these yummy cookies.
Only to find out, when I got to my car, nope. There were the cookies I meant to bring in to the festivities. OOPS! So, I am a cookie thief. Sorry! What a dork!
Anywho, it was fun! and, wouldn't you know it?! THE BOYS WON!!! What a terrific game! Thanks!
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Torn
Today was a day I needed to hear His word.
Owen decided that his belly was not quite full enough last night, at 10. Unfortunately, I didn't get the memo, nor did I understand why he was screaming for two full hours. Finally, at midnight, I decided to try feeding him. At last... the ceiling fan, silence and sucking noises were the only "sounds" heard in my house. I fell asleep at 1.
When Brant's alarm went off at 5:30 so he could get ready for work, I felt him rubbing my back. Uh. NO. THAT's not happening. Still. I told him, I was up with Owen far too late last night and was not getting up as early as I had planned.
See, I had planned on getting up at 5:30, showering, and taking my boys out to breakfast before church. Instead, I slept until 8:30. I promptly sprang out of bed and threw on some clothes. I brushed my hair and made sure Caleb and Owen were clean and dressed. I got to church at 9:05. Not too late. But, late, still. So, here I was at church. Dressed, hair brushed, and filthy. I hadn't had a complete shower since Thursday or Friday (I've forgotten).
Church was exactly what I needed. Kurt preached the perfect sermon to us, and I felt the spirit move me. I am still on the path to getting baptised in the Baptist church. I just need to do it on MY time. I know, not HIS plan...so, not my plan. Owen was an angel, again, eating like he's never been fed, and staying pretty peaceful and quiet during the service. The last song really spoke to me and I was able to harmonize like I LOVE to do. But, I still felt dirty. So, the moment church was over, I high-tailed it out of there to get "cleansed" in a whole other way.
I was halfway home when I realized two things:
1. I totally skipped out on the new CLG. Sorry, J!
2. My phone was at my dad's. Most likely dead.
So, I ran home to pick up stuff to shower at dad's house. (he has the BEST shower, ever). Sure enough, there is my phone. Dead. I won't go home until tonight... so I won't get it charged until then. So, if you are trying to reach me, you can try my dad's house number, or wait until tomorrow. Sorry.
So, why the post of torn? It has to do with the direction I feel I should go with my faith. I want Brant to be involved. He'll go to my baptism when the time is right. He'll do the FUN functions, if he is available. But, he works. A lot. As in nearly every Sunday from 7 to 7. This takes him away from the church. Plus, he will support whatever I choose for our boys... just ... he might not want to go with me to worship in the same way. It's fine. I think. So, does this make us a spiritually mismatched couple? Really? I keep thinking maybe not. So, I am torn. Do I really want to go that direction, or do I want to find another group that will support the more young-ish family group that I had last year? Or, do I do nothing... and just go to worship the Father? Hmmmm... yup. Torn.
Owen decided that his belly was not quite full enough last night, at 10. Unfortunately, I didn't get the memo, nor did I understand why he was screaming for two full hours. Finally, at midnight, I decided to try feeding him. At last... the ceiling fan, silence and sucking noises were the only "sounds" heard in my house. I fell asleep at 1.
When Brant's alarm went off at 5:30 so he could get ready for work, I felt him rubbing my back. Uh. NO. THAT's not happening. Still. I told him, I was up with Owen far too late last night and was not getting up as early as I had planned.
See, I had planned on getting up at 5:30, showering, and taking my boys out to breakfast before church. Instead, I slept until 8:30. I promptly sprang out of bed and threw on some clothes. I brushed my hair and made sure Caleb and Owen were clean and dressed. I got to church at 9:05. Not too late. But, late, still. So, here I was at church. Dressed, hair brushed, and filthy. I hadn't had a complete shower since Thursday or Friday (I've forgotten).
Church was exactly what I needed. Kurt preached the perfect sermon to us, and I felt the spirit move me. I am still on the path to getting baptised in the Baptist church. I just need to do it on MY time. I know, not HIS plan...so, not my plan. Owen was an angel, again, eating like he's never been fed, and staying pretty peaceful and quiet during the service. The last song really spoke to me and I was able to harmonize like I LOVE to do. But, I still felt dirty. So, the moment church was over, I high-tailed it out of there to get "cleansed" in a whole other way.
I was halfway home when I realized two things:
1. I totally skipped out on the new CLG. Sorry, J!
2. My phone was at my dad's. Most likely dead.
So, I ran home to pick up stuff to shower at dad's house. (he has the BEST shower, ever). Sure enough, there is my phone. Dead. I won't go home until tonight... so I won't get it charged until then. So, if you are trying to reach me, you can try my dad's house number, or wait until tomorrow. Sorry.
So, why the post of torn? It has to do with the direction I feel I should go with my faith. I want Brant to be involved. He'll go to my baptism when the time is right. He'll do the FUN functions, if he is available. But, he works. A lot. As in nearly every Sunday from 7 to 7. This takes him away from the church. Plus, he will support whatever I choose for our boys... just ... he might not want to go with me to worship in the same way. It's fine. I think. So, does this make us a spiritually mismatched couple? Really? I keep thinking maybe not. So, I am torn. Do I really want to go that direction, or do I want to find another group that will support the more young-ish family group that I had last year? Or, do I do nothing... and just go to worship the Father? Hmmmm... yup. Torn.
Friday, September 5, 2008
wow. tired.
nine days down. one hundred seventy-one to go. i think.
i am pooped. for the first time, EVER, i don't wanna teach. at all. i wanna stay home with my little boy. (the big one is testing our patience and his boundaries quite a bit right now... he's for sale... cheap. any takers? :) j/k).
it's not like Owen is keeping me up at night. it's the type of students we have this year. they are sweet... but they demand so much of our attention and time. i am worn out at the end of the day.
and yet... at the end of the day, i am still needed at home for playing with heroes and bad guys and teaching during those MANY teachable moments to mr. blondie; snuggling and nursing and giggling and cooing at mr. blue eyes; coming up with, making, cleaning, and serving dinner; thinking about needing to be intimate with my mate (sorry if tmi - don't wanna do that, either... who has the time/energy?!); AND, being the lving ear/shoulder for my seester and dad since they are both lonely. (jeff officially jumped the pond to go to iraq, yesterday. four or more months alone for seester, in lost wages - i mean las vegas.)
also, i hate being on the bottom of the blog-roll. so, if i have time - when not sleeping or loving on my boys - i WILL keep it better updated. i have pictures. i plan to share them with you this weekend. but, for now. it's time for bed. two small foster boys must be tucked in.
i am pooped. for the first time, EVER, i don't wanna teach. at all. i wanna stay home with my little boy. (the big one is testing our patience and his boundaries quite a bit right now... he's for sale... cheap. any takers? :) j/k).
it's not like Owen is keeping me up at night. it's the type of students we have this year. they are sweet... but they demand so much of our attention and time. i am worn out at the end of the day.
and yet... at the end of the day, i am still needed at home for playing with heroes and bad guys and teaching during those MANY teachable moments to mr. blondie; snuggling and nursing and giggling and cooing at mr. blue eyes; coming up with, making, cleaning, and serving dinner; thinking about needing to be intimate with my mate (sorry if tmi - don't wanna do that, either... who has the time/energy?!); AND, being the lving ear/shoulder for my seester and dad since they are both lonely. (jeff officially jumped the pond to go to iraq, yesterday. four or more months alone for seester, in lost wages - i mean las vegas.)
also, i hate being on the bottom of the blog-roll. so, if i have time - when not sleeping or loving on my boys - i WILL keep it better updated. i have pictures. i plan to share them with you this weekend. but, for now. it's time for bed. two small foster boys must be tucked in.
so... this tired-old-sock feeling... is it going to go away soon? will i be able to WANT to teach again? will i ever use capital letters appropriately in this blog? i suppose only time will tell. g'night.
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