Alrighty today I'm going to talk about mothers. I could spend the whole time talking about how all the mothers and motherly figures I've had through my whole life have taught me how to be a better mom, (because you all have) instead I'm going to get a little venting off my chest.
It's a quarter to 12 and where am I? In my house, sitting on my butt, with absolutely nothing better to do than write on my blog. While (I'm not going to name names because you would still be in denial even if I did) "X, Y, and Z" are out drinking, being promiscuous, and "having a life". You know what? You don't get that option if you have a kid. If you wanted to go back to your pre-baby days then you should've given your kid up for adoption where a mother who actually cares could be loving that kid. Your mother is 40+ she already had her kids! She doesn't need to be raising your's. Get your butt home, put on some jeans and a t-shirt, put in a fricking disney movie, and snuggle that child like you mean it. You made the choice to have your baby. I don't care if it taught you to appreciate your young single life. You can appreciate it while reminiscing. Right now you have a duty to your kid and to yourself to prove that you can be a good parent.
I know ,while you're out in your hoochy mama dress with those pathetic guys who want to give you a second baby, you're judging me. Well guess what?! My daughter is worth more than you and your fake body parts. While you're showing people just how selfish and trashy you are I'm here at 12 listening to my daughter sleep peacefully after holding her for hours while she cried. I was the one soothing her, I'm the one who takes care of her, and I'll be the one she turns to when in need. Where's your kid? I bet you don't even know.
Come on women! We're so much better than this! If this is how we're going to act then instead of having the stereotype of our place being in the kitchen it'll be that our place is in the bedroom periodically like an on call hooker.... oh wait there's a word for that... "booty call". Shape up and get some class.
Monday, December 12, 2011
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Clocks, timer, hour-glass...
How do you judge your time with a person? For me I would say that a person's time in your life is up when you stop making memories with them, they don't leave your life until you stop thinking about them, and they aren't really gone then are they? They can still pop in and make new memories any time "The Fates" decide to be cruel.
But the real question is, Do you make every moment count? Every tick, drop of a grain of sand, digital-number-change.... do you use your time wisely?
Do you care enough about EVERYONE in your life to try and make every moment count? Or do you simply focus on one person to care about and leave all the others in the dust?
Do you love all your family the same? Do you try to find the good moments in everything you do? Is your time worth spending with other's? Do you respect those you love to let them make memories with you? Are you doing everything you can to make sure those you love stay in your life?
Makes me reflect in on myself....
But the real question is, Do you make every moment count? Every tick, drop of a grain of sand, digital-number-change.... do you use your time wisely?
Do you care enough about EVERYONE in your life to try and make every moment count? Or do you simply focus on one person to care about and leave all the others in the dust?
Do you love all your family the same? Do you try to find the good moments in everything you do? Is your time worth spending with other's? Do you respect those you love to let them make memories with you? Are you doing everything you can to make sure those you love stay in your life?
Makes me reflect in on myself....
Have you noticed how misconstrued family portrayal is?
When you see a commercial of a family enjoying meal time you see a Thanksgiving dinner, Campbell's green bean caserole, Roast, or pizza. (In reality Thanksgiving dinners are the most stressful because mom and the older siblings have been slaving away for hours, dad put the Turkey in to cook a tad bit late, and you have to deal with relatives who get on your nerves. And pizza is the easiest thing for parents on the run to buy so their kids won't start screaming when they realize they're hungry.)
Random food:
Twix can obviously freeze time so you can revise what you just said, while bringing your foot out of your mouth. (If anything you get a sugar rush from the chocolate and caramel mix, you start to talk faster which in turn confuses the other person into forgiving the insulting comment you just made.)
Take five is like a candy alarm clock telling you to take some time for yourself. (Enjoy the little moments in life, spend money on a salty, sugary candy that'll go straight to your hips or thighs.)
Dairy Queen Blizzards tells you to trick yourself into believing you earned a reward. ("Hey Bob! You just told your wife you cleaned out the garage so she'll let you buy me! Now you get to be lazy and feel good about it")
Hersey's kisses shows you that "kisses" love when you eat them! (I hope you enjoy being the giant from Jack and the Beanstalk.)
Hersey's bars tells you that moms love to share pure chocolate bars with their children. (Really they steal it from their kid's Halloween candy and eat it while hiding in their closet trying to have some "alone time".
Nutella=chocolate on toast that all your kids will eat. (Wait until they're teenagers, it'll change.)
Fruit roll-ups "fruit by the foot"! (Those suckers aren't even made out of real fruit.)
Motts apple juice= a juice your toddler will love, with all the nutrients they need. (Go let your toddler play outside on a jungle gym, in a nice sundress, and keep her perfectly clean.... I'm sure you'll be worried about what she's drinking when she starts crying that she's thirsty.)
Coca Cola, a soda so tasty even a polar bear will drink it. (NEWS FLASH! If a polar bear drank soda they'd kill over and die. Which isn't a good thing because they're an endangered animal.)
Pepsi= makes everyone sing and dance. (Even if it were true we already have enough musicals in the world without having double left footed people trying to keep tempo in a never ending can-can line.)
Bottled Water=pure, crisp water that makes you smile when you drink it. (I'll be drinking tap water thanks. You can give the bottled water to kids in Africa, China, and in the Downtown area of any city, they don't have clean drinking water so why don't you make them smile.)
Goldfish= "The snack that smiles back!"(Do you really think you'd have a smile on your face if you were going to be eaten and you knew it? PSSSH!!! I'd be one of the random fishes that happened to fall down the crack of the couch and you never see again.)
It's just interesting to me how simple things can be twisted into making a family think they have to be perfect in order to have happiness or contentment.....
You want to know what a happy family is? A happy family is= Dad having a day off work, a child telling you they love you, mom feeling like she has some free time to read a few pages/chapters of a book, enjoying a nice meal while sitting at the same table, and going on a family trip without fighting the whole time.
I hope we all can find the simple happiness that is there for us everyday.
When you see a commercial of a family enjoying meal time you see a Thanksgiving dinner, Campbell's green bean caserole, Roast, or pizza. (In reality Thanksgiving dinners are the most stressful because mom and the older siblings have been slaving away for hours, dad put the Turkey in to cook a tad bit late, and you have to deal with relatives who get on your nerves. And pizza is the easiest thing for parents on the run to buy so their kids won't start screaming when they realize they're hungry.)
Random food:
Twix can obviously freeze time so you can revise what you just said, while bringing your foot out of your mouth. (If anything you get a sugar rush from the chocolate and caramel mix, you start to talk faster which in turn confuses the other person into forgiving the insulting comment you just made.)
Take five is like a candy alarm clock telling you to take some time for yourself. (Enjoy the little moments in life, spend money on a salty, sugary candy that'll go straight to your hips or thighs.)
Dairy Queen Blizzards tells you to trick yourself into believing you earned a reward. ("Hey Bob! You just told your wife you cleaned out the garage so she'll let you buy me! Now you get to be lazy and feel good about it")
Hersey's kisses shows you that "kisses" love when you eat them! (I hope you enjoy being the giant from Jack and the Beanstalk.)
Hersey's bars tells you that moms love to share pure chocolate bars with their children. (Really they steal it from their kid's Halloween candy and eat it while hiding in their closet trying to have some "alone time".
Nutella=chocolate on toast that all your kids will eat. (Wait until they're teenagers, it'll change.)
Fruit roll-ups "fruit by the foot"! (Those suckers aren't even made out of real fruit.)
Motts apple juice= a juice your toddler will love, with all the nutrients they need. (Go let your toddler play outside on a jungle gym, in a nice sundress, and keep her perfectly clean.... I'm sure you'll be worried about what she's drinking when she starts crying that she's thirsty.)
Coca Cola, a soda so tasty even a polar bear will drink it. (NEWS FLASH! If a polar bear drank soda they'd kill over and die. Which isn't a good thing because they're an endangered animal.)
Pepsi= makes everyone sing and dance. (Even if it were true we already have enough musicals in the world without having double left footed people trying to keep tempo in a never ending can-can line.)
Bottled Water=pure, crisp water that makes you smile when you drink it. (I'll be drinking tap water thanks. You can give the bottled water to kids in Africa, China, and in the Downtown area of any city, they don't have clean drinking water so why don't you make them smile.)
Goldfish= "The snack that smiles back!"(Do you really think you'd have a smile on your face if you were going to be eaten and you knew it? PSSSH!!! I'd be one of the random fishes that happened to fall down the crack of the couch and you never see again.)
It's just interesting to me how simple things can be twisted into making a family think they have to be perfect in order to have happiness or contentment.....
You want to know what a happy family is? A happy family is= Dad having a day off work, a child telling you they love you, mom feeling like she has some free time to read a few pages/chapters of a book, enjoying a nice meal while sitting at the same table, and going on a family trip without fighting the whole time.
I hope we all can find the simple happiness that is there for us everyday.
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Facts...
My family doesn't know me very well so I thought I'd let you get to know me a bit more....
(And yes I am catching up on not being able to post for a few months...)
1. I'm unbelievably self conscious.... i.e. if someone were to tell me that my shirt was a bit tight I'd freak out over my weight, my taste in clothes, my morals, and my ability to suck in my stomach.
2. I'm scared of singing in front of my family. Friends or strangers? No problem. But family, I get shaky and I want to run away and hide.
3. I'm a knowledge sponge. If I learn something I'll remember it.
4. I don't rush into things. If I'm going to make a decision that could affect me (i.e. buying shoes, lap top, picking schools, picking an occupation, signing a contract...) I learn everything I possibly can.
5. I'm scared of talking to other people because I don't want to sound stupid, mean, snobby, or spoiled. So I usually just keep my mouth shut.
6. My sisters intimidate the CRAP out of me. They always have and they always will.
7. I have to put make-up on for pictures, going out of the house, having guests over, or while staying at a relatives house because I wholeheartedly believe that I am plain and that make-up might help with that.
8. I worry about being able to take care of my family, my family's family, my friends, and my extended family... and I'm talking; emotionally, physically, financially, and any other way possible.
9. I'd rather go through the most excruciating pain than to see some one I know cry.
10. If I could, I would adopt EVERY; hobo, orphan, out cast, and elderly person without family I could.
And these are just skimming the surface.
(And yes I am catching up on not being able to post for a few months...)
1. I'm unbelievably self conscious.... i.e. if someone were to tell me that my shirt was a bit tight I'd freak out over my weight, my taste in clothes, my morals, and my ability to suck in my stomach.
2. I'm scared of singing in front of my family. Friends or strangers? No problem. But family, I get shaky and I want to run away and hide.
3. I'm a knowledge sponge. If I learn something I'll remember it.
4. I don't rush into things. If I'm going to make a decision that could affect me (i.e. buying shoes, lap top, picking schools, picking an occupation, signing a contract...) I learn everything I possibly can.
5. I'm scared of talking to other people because I don't want to sound stupid, mean, snobby, or spoiled. So I usually just keep my mouth shut.
6. My sisters intimidate the CRAP out of me. They always have and they always will.
7. I have to put make-up on for pictures, going out of the house, having guests over, or while staying at a relatives house because I wholeheartedly believe that I am plain and that make-up might help with that.
8. I worry about being able to take care of my family, my family's family, my friends, and my extended family... and I'm talking; emotionally, physically, financially, and any other way possible.
9. I'd rather go through the most excruciating pain than to see some one I know cry.
10. If I could, I would adopt EVERY; hobo, orphan, out cast, and elderly person without family I could.
And these are just skimming the surface.
Teddy Bears...
When you're a child a Teddy Bear is a plush, stuffed animal that more than likely goes to bed snuggled into your arms, but by the middle of the night winds up on the floor or crammed down the crack between your bed and the wall.
Once you're grown up the definition of a Teddy Bear changes. It is now known as a big, broad man who snores like a chain saw.
A bit ago I found an adorable picture that changed my definition of a Teddy Bear forever...
Gemma has quite a few of these courageous little warriors posted up in her bedroom. And I won't be surprised if she does for a while. =]
Once you're grown up the definition of a Teddy Bear changes. It is now known as a big, broad man who snores like a chain saw.
A bit ago I found an adorable picture that changed my definition of a Teddy Bear forever...
Gemma has quite a few of these courageous little warriors posted up in her bedroom. And I won't be surprised if she does for a while. =]
Thursday, July 21, 2011
God deserves a HUGE hug after that one....
It has FINALLY happened! We have a new place (new as in never experienced by us until now)! After Corey and I managed to hurriedly flee our last place of residence we were stuck in John and Angel's motor home which isn't bad but as Dorthy would say "There's no place like home." And really there isn't.
Luckily Corey and I had two friends who lived in a quaint apartment complex along with Corey's grandfather figure Don. We had an apartment lined up within three days of being back in Lovelock. The reason we had to wait so long to move in was because the old manager was moving away and she had to train the new manager before doing so. Lucky us! We were the new tenants she got to be trained on. =]
Anyways.... Today we got to do a walk through on our apartment.... two bedrooms, one bath, CARPET, patio, pool accessible, DISHWASHER, linen closet, spacious bathroom, spacious closets, PANTRY, CENTRAL AIR, WORKING HEATER, REAL LANDLORD, no spiders, no whore houses, floors are properly installed, no raw sewage backing up, the tiles in the bathroom aren't broken, the house isn't slanted, Corey can come home to me every night, healthy environment for Gemma, almost two hours closer to our hospital, far enough from John and Angel's that we'll have plenty of privacy, and it has a storage closet too! Heck I don't even care that the carpet is a greyish blue. I'm so excited to move into our new place!!! And I'm so grateful that Heavenly Father saw fit that we get into a newer and healthier place before Gemma is born. =]
The best part of this move in is that I'll be able to organize and deep clean everything without it being such a hassel!!! YAY
Luckily Corey and I had two friends who lived in a quaint apartment complex along with Corey's grandfather figure Don. We had an apartment lined up within three days of being back in Lovelock. The reason we had to wait so long to move in was because the old manager was moving away and she had to train the new manager before doing so. Lucky us! We were the new tenants she got to be trained on. =]
Anyways.... Today we got to do a walk through on our apartment.... two bedrooms, one bath, CARPET, patio, pool accessible, DISHWASHER, linen closet, spacious bathroom, spacious closets, PANTRY, CENTRAL AIR, WORKING HEATER, REAL LANDLORD, no spiders, no whore houses, floors are properly installed, no raw sewage backing up, the tiles in the bathroom aren't broken, the house isn't slanted, Corey can come home to me every night, healthy environment for Gemma, almost two hours closer to our hospital, far enough from John and Angel's that we'll have plenty of privacy, and it has a storage closet too! Heck I don't even care that the carpet is a greyish blue. I'm so excited to move into our new place!!! And I'm so grateful that Heavenly Father saw fit that we get into a newer and healthier place before Gemma is born. =]
The best part of this move in is that I'll be able to organize and deep clean everything without it being such a hassel!!! YAY
Friday, June 24, 2011
2 of 2....
In Nevada prostitution is legal.. (great way to start a post huh?)
It's SO legal in fact that these "women of the night" even have houses.... like sorority houses only less publicly acceptable. In Battle Mountain there are two "Cat houses" with in the town limits. Both of these houses are with in a few blocks of our house.
"But Tiff how do you KNOW these are 'Cat houses'?" Well first off, when Corey and I moved here I thought it was a cute little preschool or something because it is so tastefully named "The Love-Shack" and those words were written in rainbow bubble letters. While we were driving around I pointed to this building and said "Oh how cute!"
"Babe, that's not cute it's a Whore House."
"A WHAT?!?!?!?!"
"A Whor..."
"I know what a Whore House is. Why is it here? In town? Close to where people live?"
"Easy access."
"SICK!"
Well as I was coming to grips with the fact that there is a "Cat house" with in a few dozen yards of our house my thoughts were interrupted by. "And this one is a Whore House too." These two houses aren't even two blocks apart!!!! So as if to give my denial a small ledge to hang onto before plummeting into that great black whole of belief and eventually the stiller darker whole of acceptance I asked, "Well how do YOU know that they are Whore Houses? And don't say it's because you've been in them." (menacing glare to emphasize my disapproval if his answer was in the affirmitive category)
"Ugh! NO! My Uncle Scott use to go to Whore Houses all the time, and once when I was up here with him he offered to introduce me to some of the girls."
"You said 'NO' right??
"Of course hon."
Anyways.... Every weekend these "Cat houses" will open for business on their business end.... that is to say that they have a bar attached to the house that they have open to the general public to bring in extra cash. And they play the most awful, twingy-twangy, red neck music along side awful Hispanic music... I love legal Hispanics but their music that blares, that heavy base with Spanish words that are sang/said way too fast in the first place just bugs the heck out of me.
So I'm sitting in bed (glances at clock) it's 4:37 AM and they are playing their music so loud that I can hear it over my air conditioner, 18" inch fan, and Corey's snoring. IT'S WAY TOO LOUD! I seriously wish that prostitution was either out-lawed or a law would be passed for "Cat houses" to be at least a few miles outside of residential areas... I'd prefer the out-lawed part. Just because a woman has the plumbing to be a "Cat?" doesn't mean she isn't capable of getting a respectable job like all the morally stable women in the world. If anything "Cats?" are just making women's image as a whole lesser in value.
I hope they all get the flu... My sleeping hours would be less bothered.
It's SO legal in fact that these "women of the night" even have houses.... like sorority houses only less publicly acceptable. In Battle Mountain there are two "Cat houses" with in the town limits. Both of these houses are with in a few blocks of our house.
"But Tiff how do you KNOW these are 'Cat houses'?" Well first off, when Corey and I moved here I thought it was a cute little preschool or something because it is so tastefully named "The Love-Shack" and those words were written in rainbow bubble letters. While we were driving around I pointed to this building and said "Oh how cute!"
"Babe, that's not cute it's a Whore House."
"A WHAT?!?!?!?!"
"A Whor..."
"I know what a Whore House is. Why is it here? In town? Close to where people live?"
"Easy access."
"SICK!"
Well as I was coming to grips with the fact that there is a "Cat house" with in a few dozen yards of our house my thoughts were interrupted by. "And this one is a Whore House too." These two houses aren't even two blocks apart!!!! So as if to give my denial a small ledge to hang onto before plummeting into that great black whole of belief and eventually the stiller darker whole of acceptance I asked, "Well how do YOU know that they are Whore Houses? And don't say it's because you've been in them." (menacing glare to emphasize my disapproval if his answer was in the affirmitive category)
"Ugh! NO! My Uncle Scott use to go to Whore Houses all the time, and once when I was up here with him he offered to introduce me to some of the girls."
"You said 'NO' right??
"Of course hon."
Anyways.... Every weekend these "Cat houses" will open for business on their business end.... that is to say that they have a bar attached to the house that they have open to the general public to bring in extra cash. And they play the most awful, twingy-twangy, red neck music along side awful Hispanic music... I love legal Hispanics but their music that blares, that heavy base with Spanish words that are sang/said way too fast in the first place just bugs the heck out of me.
So I'm sitting in bed (glances at clock) it's 4:37 AM and they are playing their music so loud that I can hear it over my air conditioner, 18" inch fan, and Corey's snoring. IT'S WAY TOO LOUD! I seriously wish that prostitution was either out-lawed or a law would be passed for "Cat houses" to be at least a few miles outside of residential areas... I'd prefer the out-lawed part. Just because a woman has the plumbing to be a "Cat?" doesn't mean she isn't capable of getting a respectable job like all the morally stable women in the world. If anything "Cats?" are just making women's image as a whole lesser in value.
I hope they all get the flu... My sleeping hours would be less bothered.
1 of 2.....
So if you've read my status updates on Facebook you might know that I've been suffering from severe heat torture. ( Seriously ) In Battle Mountain it has been 80+, my house has no air conditioner there fore it will sit and get hotter as the sun bares down on it, because of being in my third trimester my body temperature has shot up a couple of degrees naturally, if you add all this up I've been suffering lately.
Everyday I would stay up until 7-10, put the dogs outside, take a COLD shower, turn the fan on it's highest setting, and then I would proceed to pass out until my room became too hot. I was seriously waking up in a drenched stupor every hour after noon.
But then today Corey came home and got our air conditioner to work.... now our house has a slight chill to it!!! Huzzah!!! =D I might even sleep with clothes on tonight! Or even a thin blanket! Who knows? I'm just ecstatic that my house isn't as hell-like as it was before. Satan's summer house is probably more appealing.... LoL Satan doesn't have a summer home! He's damned to an existence of remorse and longing. SUCKER!
But on a more serious note: Earlier I was chased by a spider! It looked like a mini tarantula! And that's completely possible because the tarantula march happens up here!!! So here's what went down...
Sitting on the computer reading other blogs when a movement catches my eye, I glance up and HOLYFREAKINGCRAP!! I jumped up and the small tarantula looking thing charged at me.... I "Eeeeked" and side stepped as gracefully as anything bloated and prone to waddling could. Then I ran into our room and woke up Corey (poor man) not very easily either, I also refused to leave him alone until he at least went looking for the fuzzy demon.
He STILL hasn't found it but did promise to go on a hunt for it tomorrow between his trip to the gym with Ryan (more commonly known as "guy time") and us looking for a new place/buying baby stuff.
Until then I've been sitting up on our bed next to his sleeping body with a bottle of windex close by....
WISH ME LUCK! =/
Everyday I would stay up until 7-10, put the dogs outside, take a COLD shower, turn the fan on it's highest setting, and then I would proceed to pass out until my room became too hot. I was seriously waking up in a drenched stupor every hour after noon.
But then today Corey came home and got our air conditioner to work.... now our house has a slight chill to it!!! Huzzah!!! =D I might even sleep with clothes on tonight! Or even a thin blanket! Who knows? I'm just ecstatic that my house isn't as hell-like as it was before. Satan's summer house is probably more appealing.... LoL Satan doesn't have a summer home! He's damned to an existence of remorse and longing. SUCKER!
But on a more serious note: Earlier I was chased by a spider! It looked like a mini tarantula! And that's completely possible because the tarantula march happens up here!!! So here's what went down...
Sitting on the computer reading other blogs when a movement catches my eye, I glance up and HOLYFREAKINGCRAP!! I jumped up and the small tarantula looking thing charged at me.... I "Eeeeked" and side stepped as gracefully as anything bloated and prone to waddling could. Then I ran into our room and woke up Corey (poor man) not very easily either, I also refused to leave him alone until he at least went looking for the fuzzy demon.
He STILL hasn't found it but did promise to go on a hunt for it tomorrow between his trip to the gym with Ryan (more commonly known as "guy time") and us looking for a new place/buying baby stuff.
Until then I've been sitting up on our bed next to his sleeping body with a bottle of windex close by....
WISH ME LUCK! =/
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Familiarize yourself with the Pain Scale....
So I found a link on Babycenter.com that led to Hyperbole and a Half and this blog has a whole new take on the Pain Scale. I've decided that I'm going to print out said new Pain Scale and take it to the hospital with me when I go into labor. It's great!!!!
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Want want want....
I wanted to live in Japan for today... well earlier today I do believe. See on the 15th at 8pm (Japan time) there was or will be a total lunar eclipse but it can only be seen on that side of the Earth. Bummer right?? I was all excited and then =[ my face dropped. Hopefully the people on that side know how lucky they are, and take full advantage of this awesome experience.
Monday, June 13, 2011
This is just getting ridiculous!!!
Two Brown Recluse within 12 hours of each other. This morning I squished one right next to my water bottle then later when I got out of the shower I found one hanging from the ceiling. It was awful!! And they were big enough that I could plainly make out the fiddle on their backs. Poisonous spiders that big don't belong in my house.
Friday, June 10, 2011
The straw after the straw that broke the came's back...
A freaking baby black widow! Lucky for Corey I was awake when it came crawling up onto the bed... I squished the crap out of it!!!!! And it made me feel quite powerful! Mwahahahhaha!!! =]
So please keep us in your thoughts and hope + pray that we find a place before we have Gemma.
So please keep us in your thoughts and hope + pray that we find a place before we have Gemma.
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
If I could tell my landlord where to stick it....
I love that Corey and I have our own place. It's just the right size for us, has large bedrooms, oh and have I mentioned the lovely smell of chemicals, or the spiders???
Our house had minor issues when we first moved in. The heater has a cracked radiator that leaks carbon monoxide (no worries we had the gas company come and shut it off and we have a carbon monoxide alarm), none of the 4x5 windows have locks on them (had to get pieces of wood to act as a stopper), when the washer drains all the soiled water goes into our sinks/toilet/tub, the kitchen floor is all ripped up, the bathroom floor crumbles away little by little and now we have actual sewage that comes up through the floor along with those terrible sewer gases, both of the doors weren't sealed right so we get large drafts through the house, and we have a large infestation of spiders.
It started with just a few big daddy long legs (no biggy Corey would squish those), then we came across a few dozen brown recluse, later we found hobo spiders, and just now I found a big funnel web spider on my bathroom ceiling.
Now I hate spiders very much, so much that I'd go as far as saying that I have slight arachnophobia. But I could deal with our arrangement. If I didn't see them they didn't get squished. If I saw them I immediately yelled for Corey and he would destroy them!!! =] This system was working quite well and for a while we thought we were gradually getting rid of them. Until a few weeks ago when we realized that for every one spider killed 3-4 would show up in it's place LITERALLY! All we could think was "What the crap is going on?"
We tried to find where they were coming from but we had no luck until the day we did all of Gemma's laundry. We had to get her little dresses out of the closet and that's when we found the nest. All the spiders had created a mass web structure and laid their eggs IN OUR BABY'S CLOSET!!! That was the last straw for us.
We are now looking for a place else where. There's no way I'm bringing my baby into this crumby house of horrors.
Our house had minor issues when we first moved in. The heater has a cracked radiator that leaks carbon monoxide (no worries we had the gas company come and shut it off and we have a carbon monoxide alarm), none of the 4x5 windows have locks on them (had to get pieces of wood to act as a stopper), when the washer drains all the soiled water goes into our sinks/toilet/tub, the kitchen floor is all ripped up, the bathroom floor crumbles away little by little and now we have actual sewage that comes up through the floor along with those terrible sewer gases, both of the doors weren't sealed right so we get large drafts through the house, and we have a large infestation of spiders.
It started with just a few big daddy long legs (no biggy Corey would squish those), then we came across a few dozen brown recluse, later we found hobo spiders, and just now I found a big funnel web spider on my bathroom ceiling.
Now I hate spiders very much, so much that I'd go as far as saying that I have slight arachnophobia. But I could deal with our arrangement. If I didn't see them they didn't get squished. If I saw them I immediately yelled for Corey and he would destroy them!!! =] This system was working quite well and for a while we thought we were gradually getting rid of them. Until a few weeks ago when we realized that for every one spider killed 3-4 would show up in it's place LITERALLY! All we could think was "What the crap is going on?"
We tried to find where they were coming from but we had no luck until the day we did all of Gemma's laundry. We had to get her little dresses out of the closet and that's when we found the nest. All the spiders had created a mass web structure and laid their eggs IN OUR BABY'S CLOSET!!! That was the last straw for us.
We are now looking for a place else where. There's no way I'm bringing my baby into this crumby house of horrors.
Monday, May 9, 2011
Tropical Fruit Smoothies!
One of the best things about having my own place is the fact that I get a huge say in what is bought for groceries. Last time Corey and I had to buy groceries almost all the fruits and veggies were on sale so we stalked up! I guess it helped that I was in the mood for pineapple and coconut.
So today, after lunch of course, Corey said that ice cream sounded super delicious to him. But I wanted something healthy... so as most married couples we compromised!
We ended up making tropical fruit smoothies and they were delicious!!! =]
All you need is:
Vanilla ice cream
coconut
pineapple
banana
lime
So today, after lunch of course, Corey said that ice cream sounded super delicious to him. But I wanted something healthy... so as most married couples we compromised!
We ended up making tropical fruit smoothies and they were delicious!!! =]
All you need is:
Vanilla ice cream
coconut
pineapple
banana
lime
Monday, May 2, 2011
The short story of a great giant.
Once upon a time there was a giant who was beautiful in all different manners and who grew to be known as America. One day as the giant was sleeping some silly little men fell upon it's back, they saw the giant's beauty and knew that they wanted to live there. Later many little people came and brought their families to live and to grow alongside the giant. These people grew up and made a home with the giant but another giant grew jealous ,the two giants had a duel to see who would keep the little people. The first giant was rather small and inexperienced in the ways of a duel. The second giant was old and respected by all the other giants who knew of it's reputation, this giant was called England. After a very bloody duel the first giant was awarded the little people it loved so much. And the second giant went away licking it's wounds in frustration.
As the years went by the giant became bigger and mightier, it fought duels alongside other giants. Some duels the giant's side won and some it lost. After many years of peace and quite days the giant went to sleep. The little people went on with their lives and forgot about the perils of a duel until one day.....
A little ugly man who was cruel and evil came upon the sleeping giant and poked it, when the giant awoke the little ugly man went and hid under a rock. The giant searched night and day, it even sent out all manner of warriors out after it. Soon the giant grew sad and lost hope in finding the little ugly man, it thought it must be doing something wrong. So the giant elected a little frog to tell it what to do, the frog lied and made empty promises about how grand it could make the giant and how he would help all the little people. Some people saw through his lies but in the end he was elected. Over the years he had heavy chains made, he took these chains and wrapped them around the giant to make it powerless. The little people began to see what he was doing; the older people didn't much care because they would soon be dead, the middle aged people became angry and wanted to kick the frogs butt, the younger people became very concerned because they knew that they would have to free the giant.
Some time after the giants warriors were out looking under rocks, and they found the little ugly man and they made him pay for all the trouble he had caused the giant and all the little people he had hurt. When the little people heard what had happened to the little man they were filled with joy and a sliver of hope was restored to their hearts. But then the frog went around telling all that could hear that he had taken care of the little man. But the little people were smart and they went around thanking any and all warriors that they happened to know. And for a time the little people were happy. The End.... for now
As the years went by the giant became bigger and mightier, it fought duels alongside other giants. Some duels the giant's side won and some it lost. After many years of peace and quite days the giant went to sleep. The little people went on with their lives and forgot about the perils of a duel until one day.....
A little ugly man who was cruel and evil came upon the sleeping giant and poked it, when the giant awoke the little ugly man went and hid under a rock. The giant searched night and day, it even sent out all manner of warriors out after it. Soon the giant grew sad and lost hope in finding the little ugly man, it thought it must be doing something wrong. So the giant elected a little frog to tell it what to do, the frog lied and made empty promises about how grand it could make the giant and how he would help all the little people. Some people saw through his lies but in the end he was elected. Over the years he had heavy chains made, he took these chains and wrapped them around the giant to make it powerless. The little people began to see what he was doing; the older people didn't much care because they would soon be dead, the middle aged people became angry and wanted to kick the frogs butt, the younger people became very concerned because they knew that they would have to free the giant.
Some time after the giants warriors were out looking under rocks, and they found the little ugly man and they made him pay for all the trouble he had caused the giant and all the little people he had hurt. When the little people heard what had happened to the little man they were filled with joy and a sliver of hope was restored to their hearts. But then the frog went around telling all that could hear that he had taken care of the little man. But the little people were smart and they went around thanking any and all warriors that they happened to know. And for a time the little people were happy. The End.... for now
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Baby it's warm outside!
I'm so excited for Spring. Why you may ask, because I'm going to plant a garden of course! I've been planning this for a very long time. First I needed to convince the hubby which was real easy with the condition that I plant raspberries. Then I had to ask my manager who was more enthusiastic than when we moved into the house! Next came our landlord who said "Do it! Make this house a home."
So now my plans have formed..... I'm going to plant ......
tomatoes!
bell peppers!
carrots!
raspberries!
parsley!
rosemary!
basil!
And mint!
I'm so excited! =D I've had experience growing almost all of these like carrots, raspberries, basil, parsley, and rosemary so it should be relatively easy. The only ones I'm worried about are the herbs because they need extra attention during the summer..... I guess we'll see just how good my green thumb is! Maybe if the garden isn't too hard I'll plant some flowers too. Hmmmm....
So now my plans have formed..... I'm going to plant ......
tomatoes!
bell peppers!
carrots!
raspberries!
parsley!
basil!
And mint!
I'm so excited! =D I've had experience growing almost all of these like carrots, raspberries, basil, parsley, and rosemary so it should be relatively easy. The only ones I'm worried about are the herbs because they need extra attention during the summer..... I guess we'll see just how good my green thumb is! Maybe if the garden isn't too hard I'll plant some flowers too. Hmmmm....
Monday, March 14, 2011
How two pink lines changed my life.
All of you know how my pregnancy started out right??? I thought I had the stomach flu. I was nauseated all the time, sore, and SO tired! And I would've never guessed I was pregnant... but Corey being the open-minded man that he is suggested that I might be pregnant (while grinning ear to ear). I was skeptical, but I agreed to take the test just to satisfy his curiosity. So Corey, Sarina, and I all went into the bathroom, I peed on the stick, waited, waited some more, when I finally decided to turn it over there were the little pink lines that changed everything.....
Corey and Sarina were all kinds of excited jumping and screaming running out to tell the whole family. Where was I??? Picking up my jaw from the floor. I did so, cleaned up, walked slowly to the bathroom mirror looked at my belly, and threw up. Now a few months down the road we decided to take another pregnancy test.....
And what was the first thing Corey asked???...... "Is it positive?" (snicker) "Yes dear, it's still positive. We're still pregnant." And sense then it has been a fun little hop, skip, and jump to where we are today. Now I wake up every two hours while the bun stretches and gets comfortable. Then I'm up at seven because I've turned into a zombie "food.... foood..... FOOOOOOODDD!!!!" After the first spoon full works it's way down to hungry little off spring my belly becomes a punching bag yet again. But the best part of the day is when Corey and I sit together with our dogs and snuggle both the dogs gently put their heads on to any part of my stomach that isn't covered by Corey's hand. Then we all just sit and feel the baby move.
You know how some kids only listen to their dad? Mom says "Don't do that," and they do it anyways. Dad looks at them like "You better not do that," and they listen.... to a look! Well my child is like that... it'll get right under my bellybutton and kick it's little heart out and then it'll stretch. I say "Hey you in there that doesn't feel good." Or "Ugh, you're lucky you aren't already out here or I'd threaten to swat your bum." Then my knight in shining armor emerges.... Corey will lift up my shirt to expose my round belly, he'll put his hands on either side of my bulge and then...."Hello Baby" And just like that they quit everything they are doing!!!! Oh sure he stays and talks for while but come on, I talk to them and they ignore me! The little stinker/s.
Although we still have many more months to go this little kid is already keeping me entertained.
Corey and Sarina were all kinds of excited jumping and screaming running out to tell the whole family. Where was I??? Picking up my jaw from the floor. I did so, cleaned up, walked slowly to the bathroom mirror looked at my belly, and threw up. Now a few months down the road we decided to take another pregnancy test.....
And what was the first thing Corey asked???...... "Is it positive?" (snicker) "Yes dear, it's still positive. We're still pregnant." And sense then it has been a fun little hop, skip, and jump to where we are today. Now I wake up every two hours while the bun stretches and gets comfortable. Then I'm up at seven because I've turned into a zombie "food.... foood..... FOOOOOOODDD!!!!" After the first spoon full works it's way down to hungry little off spring my belly becomes a punching bag yet again. But the best part of the day is when Corey and I sit together with our dogs and snuggle both the dogs gently put their heads on to any part of my stomach that isn't covered by Corey's hand. Then we all just sit and feel the baby move.
You know how some kids only listen to their dad? Mom says "Don't do that," and they do it anyways. Dad looks at them like "You better not do that," and they listen.... to a look! Well my child is like that... it'll get right under my bellybutton and kick it's little heart out and then it'll stretch. I say "Hey you in there that doesn't feel good." Or "Ugh, you're lucky you aren't already out here or I'd threaten to swat your bum." Then my knight in shining armor emerges.... Corey will lift up my shirt to expose my round belly, he'll put his hands on either side of my bulge and then...."Hello Baby" And just like that they quit everything they are doing!!!! Oh sure he stays and talks for while but come on, I talk to them and they ignore me! The little stinker/s.
Although we still have many more months to go this little kid is already keeping me entertained.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Oh how I loathe wood floors.
It took me two hours but I finally finished cleaning the wood floors..... I'm so ridiculously proud of myself!
And even though they look fantastic I think I'm ready to get large area rugs.
And even though they look fantastic I think I'm ready to get large area rugs.
Friday, March 4, 2011
The gray hair story!!!
About two weeks ago I was brushing my hair, little pieces were breaking off the ends and a few long strands were shed. When I was finished I started to brush the hairs off the bed, and onto the floor where I would vacuum them up, I stopped suddenly when I saw one of my hairs. The end of it looked lighter than the rest, this shouldn't be too weird because my roots have been growing in and I haven't had the time to get them touched up, what was weird was just how much lighter it was. It was white! I became very worried as I started to check the rest of hairs for another one that matched... I couldn't find any! "Okay this might be alright, one gray hair isn't too bad." But I'm so young! And then my dog walked into the room.
Laycee is a Lab/Dachshund mix, she's stuck at an adolescent size, is black with with accents, and is super sweet..... wait a second... black with WHITE accents. Maybe she shed... that would make sense. My hair is auburn not black! How silly.
Needless to say I was very relieved when I realized the hair wasn't mine.
Laycee is a Lab/Dachshund mix, she's stuck at an adolescent size, is black with with accents, and is super sweet..... wait a second... black with WHITE accents. Maybe she shed... that would make sense. My hair is auburn not black! How silly.
Needless to say I was very relieved when I realized the hair wasn't mine.
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