Wednesday, December 23, 2009

I want YOU!

So, with all the hustle and bustle of having a new baby around in the near future, I really want to stalk you. Wait... let me explain...

You see that part of my blog on the right? With the links to other people's blogs? I stalk those people on a regular basis. I don't go anywhere near their homes... that would take gas money, effort, getting the 2-year-old to put on his shoes so we could go on a road trip (I'm not willing to have that fight more than necessary in a day).. etc. I just read their blogs. They intrigue me.

YOU intrigue me too! If you read my blog and you don't appear over there>>> the reason is.... I'm not very techy. I couldn't even figure out how to change the font back to normal when my son pounded on the keyboard and made everything huge. Soooo what I need from you is your blog address. You can put it in a comment here, or you can email it to me at aimaloo_1 at yahoo dot com. But I really want to stalk you too! :)

The 6th? The day my son is evicted from my ribs? That's EXACTLY 2 weeks from today. How's THAT for rushed?!

Friday, December 11, 2009

T-minus 26 days and counting...

The c-section is scheduled for January 6th! I will be in the hospital approximately 4 days, and my son will be in for approx. 2 weeks. The sad part is that my 2 year old won't be able to come visit me at the hospital at all. He won't get to see his baby brother until we bring him home. And I'll be torn between my two babies... if I stay in OKC with my newborn son, I won't get to see my 2 year old. If I go home after I'm discharged, I won't get to see my newborn. If only I could tear myself in half. :(

Friday, December 04, 2009

Today I feel....

Scared. Because in 4 weeks my son will be here.

Excited. Because in 4 weeks my son will be here.

Completely under-prepared. Because in 4 weeks my son will be here.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Not a happy camper.

So... I'm rather pissed...

I had another appointment at OU today. This time it was a different MFM doctor than I'm used to seeing. (I really like the one I'm used to seeing, by the way.) First and foremost, I am SO not cool with change. I get all defensive ANYWAY when something like "oh you'll be seeing a different doctor this time" is sprung on me with no notice.

Background: I've been getting biophysical profiles done via ultrasound at the MFM office, along with really focusing on his heart (it's still up in the air on whether he has a small ventrical septal defect [VSD, or more simply, hole in the heart] so they're keeping a close eye on it)...

Well this time, Dylan had his arm lying across his chest the whole time, thus making getting a really good look at his heart pretty hard. The ultrasound tech tried for a while, but couldn't get him to move his arm or get to an angle where she could get a good glimpse of the heart. So after she does her thing, she leaves the room and tells this different doctor that she couldn't get a picture of his heart. So after 234098098 hours of waiting (okay, 20-30 minutes), he comes in... first of all, he hasn't looked at my chart AT ALL prior to walking in. So he spends several awkward, silent minutes quickly glancing over my chart and not saying a word. Then he finally says.. "so. This baby has Down syndrome." (Really, Columbo?) Then he says he's going to try to get a good picture of Dylan's heart. So he's doing the ultrasound and Dylan still has his arm over his chest... he violently shakes the ultrasound wand thing on my stomach to make him move, but my Dylan is the boss around here, dangit! ... anywho, the ultrasound tech walks back in and says to him "Can you see it?".. to which the doctor responds "I can't see it because of this DAMN ARM." Uh, hello? Seriously?!

(FACT: I do NOT have virgin ears. I've even used the word "damn" before. HOWEVER, if you're my doctor? And you're looking at my child? DO NOT USE BAD LANGUAGE IN MY PRESENCE. I am NOT a fan of laid-back, no common courtesy doctors. If we're bffs and we hang out? Curse all you want. When you're in the exam room with me? USE SOME TACT, a-hole.)

So anyway, he never got the great picture of the heart he wanted, but still assumed there is, in fact, a tiny hole in his heart. And of course there's nothing that can be done about a hole in the heart right now, nor is there anything they'll do for a tiny hole in the heart right after he's born, so the hole in the heart? NON-ISSUE AS OF THIS MOMENT... so why get all worked up and curse at my baby because you can't see the heart clearly right that moment?!

THENNNN... I ask him who will be doing my c-section... because, well, I'd rather see the person who is going to slice my stomach open, pull a newborn out, and staple me back together and know what their face looks like before all of this happens.... ya know? And he goes on a rant about how it'll be one of his collegues, but he doesn't know which one, but it DOESN'T MATTER because they're ALL capable of doing a repeat c-section, and how I'M not the important one in all of this anyway, the important one is the baby, and THAT'S the reason I'm delivering there.

Needless to say, I didn't like him. And I don't want to go back to him EVER AGAIN. The ultrasound tech met us at the door when we were leaving and apologized profusely for his DAMN ARM comment, like it was her job to worry about what comes out of his mouth. So hopefully my next appointment will be with my first MFM doctor, because even though I can only understand about 75% of what he says (very strong African accent), he's been nothing but tactful and caring every time I've seen him.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

NST Fun! It's all good!

So, my new doctor here in town has decided that, because of the risk of preterm labor with all the amniotic fluid, she will see me once a week instead of every two weeks, and she will send me for a non-stress test (NST) every week. Startinggggg yesterday.
Sooo, I haul my happy hiney to the hospital (actually the hospital is RIGHT THERE next to her office, so it's not like I had to haul very far), up to Labor and Delivery, and tell them why I'm there. They all look like "double-you tee eff?"... like I invented the order papers and the doctor and the pregnancy... but it could have been because they were all in their comfy little roley chairs and didn't want to get up. Aaanywho, one nurse takes me to a room and straps me up to the NST machine. Guess who she was? The nurse I had the night before little M was born 2 years ago who WOKE ME UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT TO GIVE ME A SLEEPING PILL. (yeah. she did.) But she was much nicer this time, so maybe she's chilled out on ticking pregnant chicks off? So she straps me all up, gets the machine going, and leaves the room for a while. Dylan was NOT a fan of someone trying to spy on him via loud microphone strapped to his mommy's belly, so he played a fun game called I Will Hide Somewhere Else In This Amniotic-Fluid Filled Uterus And Your Spy Machine Can't Listen To My Heartbeat Neener Neener! And he played that game several times. Oh, but the machine was happy as a lark, busily charting contractions I was having that I didn't know anything about! They were mild contractions, but I didn't even feel them. Sooooo these two pieces of info (escape-artist baby playing peek-a-boo with Doppler and contractions) got everybody in a tither about OMGPRETERMLABOR.

So they did a fetal fibronectin (fFN) test to check and see if I was at risk for going into preterm labor within the next 2 weeks. And they sent me for an ultrasound to make sure the baby was a-okay. And they checked my cervix for dialation. And it all came back hunky-dory. No preterm labor, baby still in place and well, and cervix still closed. So I got sent home with orders to come back today. And I did. And Dylan played cat-and-mouse for a good hour again, but Sleeping Pill nurse cornered him and FINALLY got a 20-minute reading of his heartbeat. I sooo look forward to doing this every week. *eyeroll*

In other baby news, I have foiled gestational diabetes once again! I failed my one-hour and had to do the 3-hour, which was NOT fun... but my numbers came back way normal for hour 1 and 2, and quite low for hour 3... but that's more than likely because they were supposed to do my hour 3 blood draw at 11:50ish and didn't actually get around to it til 12:30 that day. But they lied on the paperwork they sent my doctor and pretended they did the draws on time. But I don't gots the diabeeetus. And that's a good thing.

In 2-year-old news, he's getting SO FUNNY, it's amazing. Today at his babysitter's house, he asked for a snack. So she went to get him one, but in the process she started talking to one of her own kids about something they were doing and forgot to hand M his snack. So M said "pleeeeease??" to get her attention again, to which she responded "Oh I'm so sorry, honey, I forgot to give you your snack! Here it is!"... his reply? "It's all good." LOL!! We have NO idea where he heard that!!
That kid. He's a mess, but he's my favorite 2-year-old ever.

In school news, I taught subtraction with regrouping today using manipulatives, which of course the kids loved because PLAYING! WITH TOYS! DURING SCHOOL!... one of my kiddos has an extremely rough home life and never does ANY work in the classroom. It's a miracle if she gets her name on her paper in 40 minutes. But she was really working those manipulatives today. She understood the concept, and yelled out "This is like PLAYING! Except it's LEARNING!"... and then thought a second and said... "Hey, this is kinda like TAKE AWAY!" Yep, kinda, S. :) I live for lightbulb moments. :)

Monday, November 02, 2009


So last November, I participated (kinda) in the November-long Nablopomocrowjoeschmo.. whatever it's called... where I made a post every single day all month. Except I forgot a couple of days. And I really had nothing interesting going on. This year? I have more interesting things to talk about, but I don't have the energy to blog every day. *le sigh*... wouldn't ya know.

In baby news... last week they did a biophysical profile on Dylan. He scored 8 out of 8! His very first A+! His heart still looked good. The doctor was a tad concerned about my amniotic fluid index, since it's quite a bit above the normal range. (Normal AFI is 9 to 24, mine is at 33)He says I can have it removed by amniocentesis if it becomes too uncomfortable, but if it continues to not be a threat to my baby, I will not do that. If the amniotic fluid can be a huge harm to my baby, I might. The doctor says it varies from woman to woman. Sometimes a woman can't tolerate much extra amniotic fluid at all, and it puts her into labor. Sometimes they can have quite a bit extra and it isn't a problem. We'll just see where I fall, I suppose.

In 2-year-old news: Halloween? A total bust. He was NOT interested in Trick-or-Treating. We took him to ONE house...he refused to wear his hat or beard, he was throwing a fit, wouldn't use his manners, etc, so we went back home and passed out candy instead. He LOOOOOOOOVED that! He was so excited when people came up our sidewalk to get their candy! He would yell TRICK OR TREEEAATTTT at them as they walked up, and THANK YOUUUUU, BYYYEEEEEE, as they walked away. hehe

In life news: I still have no idea what I'm going to do when Dylan's born. Stay home? Sooo many pros and cons. Go back to work? Soooo many pros and cons. I am just praying to be led one way or another.

In tired news: time changes kill me. That is all.

Friday, October 16, 2009

coughing sucks.

So I'm pretty much a terrible blog updater.

A couple of weeks ago, we went to the MFM doctor again, and this time they did an echocardiogram on Dylan (that's our soon-to-be son's name, by the way). His heart looked GREAT! They were not able to find any congenital heart defects. That's a huge thing for a baby with DS because they're pretty notorious for heart problems. We feel blessed that our baby's heart is normal.

And... I have a cold. It's no bueno.

And... I've been craving McDonalds like nobody's business. In fact, I'm off to eat a quarter pounder right now!! :)

Saturday, October 03, 2009

Life goes on....

My son is going to be THE CUTEST thing for Halloween.

Go on, guess.

Nope, not that.

No, but that's a good idea!

Okay, I'll tell you....

Ah, hurry up, Halloween!!! :)

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Welcome to Holland.

So.. since my only followers are people who follow me elsewhere (our forum, facebook, etc), I'm pretty sure you all know by now that my son in my tummy was diagnosed with Down syndrome. I don't know why I didn't choose to update over here... I guess because my head has been in a tail-spin for the past week. I'm going through all these different emotions... I love my son with all my heart, so I'm excited he's on his way. I feel blessed that the extra chromosome decided to show up on number 21 and not one of the other numbers. I'm sad for my son that things won't be the same for him as they will be for my older boy. I'm shocked that of all the pregnant ladies in the world who are my age, weight, etc, that MY baby is the one that ended up having the extra chromosome. How come I can't have those odds while playing the lottery? :) I'm scared to death of not being a good enough mommy, and of the surgery he has to have directly after birth. I have gone through the gambit of emotions in the past week. All in all, even if I go through more, I know my son was sent to me this way for a reason. I know I'm supposed to be his mommy. I'm sad that people choose to abort a baby who has Down syndrome simply because they're not "normal". I know that God makes NO mistakes and that my baby's inmost being was created by Him. I will praise Him because my son is fearfully and wonderfully made. This is no surprise to God, even though it's a surprise to us.
I read this exerpt on another person's blog, and although I haven't "raised" a special needs child YET, I really, truly understand the metaphor.

Emily Perl Kingsley.
c1987 by Emily Perl Kingsley. All rights reserved

I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this......

When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.

After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland."

"Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."

But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.

The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.

So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.
It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.

But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."

And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away... because the loss of that dream is a very, very significant loss.

But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland.

Thursday, September 17, 2009



My baby has a 1 in 3 chance of having Down syndrome.

We talked to a genetic counselor first, who went over my blood work with me. He said it came back as a 1 in 10 chance of the baby having Down syndrome. So he did some family history with me (none on either side), etc. The good news in all of that is that my son only has a 1 in 99,000 chance of having Trisomy 13 or 18, or spina bifida.

So the diagnostic ultrasound was next. My son had a few markers for Down syndrome that, if his test hadn't come back positive, they might chalk up to coincidence... but since it DID come back positive, it brought the chances of him having Down syndrome to 1 in 3. The markers were a bowel obstruction, which will require surgery when he's born.... shortened femur and humerus bones (the femur was only about a week behind in growth, and neither of us are very tall, so we could chalk it up to that... but the humerus is nearly 3 weeks behind in growth)... a biggish head (but my "typical" son has a biggish head too, and it wasn't THAT big, just a week or so ahead)... and a place in his heart that they think might be a hole. The doctor said that typical babies have holes in their hearts all the time, and that's kind of a "weak" marker for DS, but since all those other things are playing together... well... yeah.

So my husband and I decided two things today... the first was that we would have our child at OU medical center instead of here in Lawton, because the care is soooo much better.... and the second was that we would go through with the amniocentesis so we could have all our ducks in a row on his birth date, with whatever specialists, surgeons, neonatal intensive care personnel, etc that needs to be there.

So I had the amniocentesis done. That was the weirdest feeling in the world. It felt... like... a huge needle was in my abdomen. Wonder why?

I will get the preliminary results from that in a couple of days (which will actually be Monday since it's the weekend coming up). I will know for sure if my son has Down syndrome by Monday.

Here are things I'm humbled by...
* Ever since my first son was in my tummy, I've wanted to be a stay at home mom. There was no way I could do that with the amount of money it takes to keep our household running versus how much my hubby makes, but it's all I've wanted. I've prayed for it forever. Now, it doesn't even seem like an option to work when the baby gets here anymore. We have no idea how we'll make it on just my hubby's pay. I drive by a church all the time that has a sign out front that they change weekly. A couple of weeks ago, that church sign said "Don't pray for rain if you're going to complain about the mud." Point well taken, God.

* My husband HATES OU (the football team). He had an OU sticker on the back of his pickup that was turned upside down (like the OU fans do to the Texas longhorn). When we got back to the parking garage, guess what was missing? His OU sticker. LOL... we're both humbled by the fact that the team he hates the most has the same name as the hospital we're putting our entire faith in. Will that stop my hubby from wearing his Texas Longhorns shirt next time? probably not. lol

*I catch myself making strong opinions of things I have no idea about. Like the amnio thing. I swore I would never have an amnio done, but I was dumb. I am learning to not make an opinion of anything I don't know anything about.

*If your child has to have a chromosomal disorder, apparently Trisomy 21 (Down syndrome) is the one to have. The other trisomy disorders have extremely high mortality rates. Trisomy 21 does not. I guess I should feel blessed that my son won't be diagnosed with a chromosomal disorder that, in and of itself, will kill him. The secondary things, such as the heart and intestine defects are another story, but people with DS live quite a long time.

I am exhausted. This has been the very longest day of my life. Goodnight.

sleep? what's that?

Tomorrow, I have an appointment in Oklahoma City with a specialist. My blood test came back positive for Down syndrome. It doesn't mean the baby has Down syndrome. It just means the specialist has to look and see for himself.

I need peace enough to sleep tonight. I need peace enough to fully accept whatever is said tomorrow, good or bad. I need to not be such an emotional wreck tonight. Tomorrow is long.

They sent me a voicemail that said the appointment could possibly be 3 hours long. They said to bring a book, puzzle, or something to do for up to 3 hours. I think I will stop by a book store before I go and get a Wally Lamb novel. Or something to keep me interested. I really, really hope that there is not a 3 hour wait. That? Won't go over well with my dear husband. He is THE most impatient person on this planet.

God has created my baby's inmost being. This baby is fearfully and wonderfully made. Just the way he is. Typical or not. Chromosomal disorder or not. Let's just get tomorrow (today, actually, since it's past midnight) over with, k?

Wednesday, August 26, 2009


BOY!!! Definitely a boy. We saw his "business" loud and clear this time! And he's soooooooooo wiggly and hyper! The doctor was playing around with the ultrasound machine, taking pictures of the baby and making it in to a 3d image, but everytime he tried, the baby moved away from him. We got some great shots, though.

In school news, it's back in session. My class has 22 kids. I have to learn to give insulin shots because one of the 3rd graders in the other class has diabetes. One of my kids cried because it was hot in the hallway. It's going to be a long year. :)

I can't complain too much..they are pretty well behaved.

That's all I've got for now! I'm exhausted and tomorrow is FULL of stuff to do. G'night!

Saturday, August 15, 2009


School's about to start. I've been working in my classroom for a while... let's just say, thank God for nesting instincts because I FINALLY cleaned out my filing cabinets, threw 6 or 7 trash bags full of stuff away, and consolidated from 3 filing cabinets down to two!

And I'll hopefully have a smaller class this year than I have had in the past couple of years. Last year I had about 27 kids. This year, my starting number is looking like about, oh, 19ish. Here's hoping it stays that way. Our principal is convinced that the school board just won't have small class sizes because BRAC!!(Base Realignment And Closure.) (they've been claiming that an influx of Army families, thus an influx of children, would be hitting L-town like gangbusters soon for oh, 3 or 4 years now?) Except one thing-- our numbers are going down. I hope they let us keep our small class sizes. It's better for the students.

In other news, the little guy is baking nicely. Making my tummy round. Like it wasn't already. Ha ha.

I wish I was more of a picture-taker, because I realize that blogs are boring without pictures. I just don't take a lot of pictures, and when I do, I don't upload them right away because it takes 230492384098 years for my stupid computer to upload pictures.

What's new with you?

Friday, July 31, 2009

It's a......

....well, we don't REALLY know for sure yet. While the doctor was doing the ultrasound, he THOUGHT he saw what he referred to as a "peepee". But his ultrasound machines are kinda old and grainy, and it could have been ANYTHING in between his legs, as far as I'm concerned. It could have been umbilical cord. So, until my next visit, when I'll have another ultrasound, this baby will be a BUPO-- boy until proven otherwise*.

*BUPO term borrowed from another blog I read called No Swimmers in the Tubes, No Buns in the Oven. ... rather funny gal!

Tuesday, July 14, 2009


So, I figured if I didn't write some stuff about my pregnancy, I'd look back and be sad, like I am with my pregnancy with little M. I had like 230498098 blogs going on, and not nearly enough writing about what was going on in my pregnancy. I kept a pretty good log for a little while after he was born on my myspace blog, but even gave that up after a while. *le sigh* anyway...

Baby is measuring two days ahead of my counter down at the bottom of the page, so that would make baby @ 13 weeks, 3 days gestation. I'm not sick, although I still have a few minutes of queasy every now and then. I haven't thrown up. I can feel my tummy expanding/getting harder, but I can't really visibly SEE it yet. I guess that's what I get for having fat rolls, eh? heh. I have a doctor's appointment on July 29th, and the doctor said we'd probably be able to find out the sex by then. Where once I was rather impressed with this new doctor, now I'm kinda wishing I had never switched. I thought I wanted it to be a more liberal experience... not so rigid and here's-what-we're-going-to-do,live-with-it. But I'm finding myself kinda craving that structure of last time. They didn't try to listen to the heartbeat last time, although it was admittedly a little early, but I remember them trying to listen to the heartbeat at my second appointment at my old doctor's office. (and they found it, too!) This new doctor is still nice, but something I can't stand (and the old doctor did this too sometimes) is when a doctor's in the exam room with you, and in this case, with a wand up in no-no land doing a transvaginal ultrasound, they start talking to the nurse about STUFF THAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU. In this case, it was about his son and how his ex-wife is corrupting him, and how he wished he would come live with him, and blah blah blah. Not paying attention to my baby on the screen, not paying attention to me at all...

Anyway, enough rambling. My pregnancy is going well so far. Hopefully that continues to be the case. :)

Friday, July 03, 2009

First Friday, part deux

Here's a pic of my son getting ready to take his FIRST car ride ever... September 1, 2007. :)

Friday, June 26, 2009

"First" Friday

This is a fun idea from my new "friend" Leah, who actually never speaks to me in our forum, lol.... but she's got cute kiddos and a cute idea, so here goes!

My son's first time eating rice cereal when he was 4 months old!

So there ya go! :)

Monday, June 22, 2009


Happy Father's Day to the daddies in my life.
My son's daddy.... you made me a mommy, and for that, I am eternally grateful.
To my daddy.... our journey has been a thousand miles long. I'm just glad we ended up where we are. :)
To my mom's daddy.... happy daddy's day.
To my brother, who is daddy to his three girls.... you inspire me in a lot of ways.
To my brother-in-law, who is daddy to his four girls.... you are a great dad. My nieces are lucky.
To my other brother-in-law, who is daddy to his girl and boy, and stepdad to my two nephews.... you are a blessing.

I hope you got to spend Father's day with your dad like I did, and if you did not, especially if it was for a reason beyond your control, I hope you were able to make today a happy day for you anyway.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Oh blah blah blah.

I've been in a very ugly place for the past couple of days, following the April Rose saga. Reading all these ugly things, thinking ugly things... and here's the sitch-- I just CAN'T really care anymore. I don't have TIME to care. I am sorry that she chose to be a liarpants. I am sorry that she will probably do it again, because what will stop her? And I am sorry I fell for it.
End of story.

MAN, my son is obsessed with this Elmo Live sitting next to me!!! He HATES for Elmo to say he's going to take a nap. "NO NAP, ELMO!! NO NIGHT NIGHT!!!!"

Speaking of his royal cuteness, yesterday he was "wow"ing the people at the Mexican restaurant where we dined with his rendition of the Alphabet song and Twinkle, Twinkle.
The Alphabet song goes a bit like this...
A, B, C, D, E, F, G (This part sung REALLY LOUDLY)
koo-ah-ethhhhh----teee---oooo-bbbbbbbb-----nanana---exxxxxxxxxxxxxxx--na na zeeeeeeee
NOW I KNOW MY ABC's (that part sung REALLY loudly too)
Now I Now I eee I IIIIIIIIIIII. (I haven't figured out where he got THAT part yet.)

And Twinkle Twinkle goes a little somethin' like this. Hit it!
Gwinkle, Gwinkle, Wittle Stah
OhIwunnder wha ooo ahhh!
Upabuda wohld doe iiiiiiiiiiii
Wikea diiiiiiiidiiiiii ina kyyyyyyyyyyy
Gwinkle, Gwinkle, Wittle Stah
OhIwunnder wha ooo ahh!!

I should just eat him for dinner. NOM NOM.

So as for my earlier checklist, I think I've checked EVERYTHING off of it, although I could use yet another pay day. But I did buy Gran Torino. And my husband loved it just as predicted.

Thanks and goodnight. Wait, it's 10something in the morning. Whatev. :)

Monday, June 08, 2009

My name is Amy, and I'm addicted to blogs.


Because I get wrapped up in these people and their lives. I don't know these people. I don't know their families. But you would think I do.

Don't get me wrong, there are a few blogs out there that ARE actually very interesting.

But I guess there are some out there that are sick enough to invent a dying baby. What in the WORLD is up with that?! I had been reading this blog off and on for a little while. I had been praying for the girl in the blog because she was having a baby with Trisomy 13 and some other disorder that causes facial abnormalities. Well this person "had" her baby...a picture was posted, and someone said, "hey, wait, that's a PICTURE OF A DOLL"...and then they showed an actual picture of a doll, and guess what... same baby.
What in the EFF is up with people?!

I'm so, so sorry your life is so sad and pathetic that you have to make something up. I am so, so sorry that, for whatever reason, this life you made up contained a sick baby. I'm kind of a LOT disgusted that you would pretend to have a sick baby when there are so many people out there who DO have sick babies.
I think I've lost a little bit of faith in humanity, and if you know me at all, you'll know that I didn't have much to begin with anyway. two readers (sometimes 4 readers! I'm moving on up!)...what say we build ourselves a little commune somewhere and get away from the crazies??! Any takers??

*****EDITED TO ADD******* This morning, her blog is completely closed down! Wow. Just wow.

Thursday, May 28, 2009

Why, hello.

Hi! I'm Michael's baby brother or sister! I am currently 6 weeks, 3 days gestation! I am the size of a blueberry! My mommy got to see my heartbeat on the ultrasound today, and she praises God that I'm in there and doing well! My parents are VERY excited about my upcoming arrival. Daddy and big brother want me to be a girl, but Mommy is a-okay with me being a boy...she has TONS of boy stuff stored away!
My arrival time is approximately January 11th, but being a scheduled c-section, it could possibly be earlier. Nice to meet you all!

Monday, May 25, 2009

peoples is on my nerves, yo.

You know what? I'm really annoyed right now. Yes, I know, hormones. And my hormones (in my last pregnancy and so far in this one) make it IMPOSSIBLE to tolerate people's crap. I'm not THAT great at tolerating people's crap when I'm NOT pregnant, but when I am pregnant, oh my goodness.

Offender number one and number two are both coworkers.

Offender number three is an ex-coworker.

Thank GOD for summer vacation so I can choose the company I keep!

Offender number four is this mother truckin' heartburn. I hate its guts. Okay, yeah, I had some peppers and chili earlier.... but my esophagus needs to get over it. I like those foods. And also? It's not nice to feel like my chest and throat and tummy is on fire.

In other news, it needs to hurry up and be Thursday. Thanks, mgmt.

Monday, May 18, 2009


It's annoying how I have to make a flippin' post so my friend's list over there will update.

Saturday, May 16, 2009


Nothing to say. Counting down the seconds to the following things...

1)the last day of school. (Thursday, May 21, at 3:45pm.)

2)Gran Torino comes out on DVD. (I saw it with a friend, but the whole time I was watching it, I was thinking MY HUSBAND WOULD LOOOOOVE THIS MOVIE! I WISH HE WAS HERE WATCHING IT WITH ME!!)(It is scheduled to come out on or around June 9th.)

3)The next ultrasound at my doctor's office. I switched doctors for this pregnancy. Did I mention that? I didn't dislike my old doctor at all... in fact, I liked him just fine. But now that I'm older, wiser, and have been-there-done-that this time around, there are certain things I want done my way, and my old doctor wasn't one of those doctors that I could imagine being very flexible. So I switched to my friend's doctor, and I have to say that I am EXTREMELY happy I did. This guy is so FUNNY and kind! He makes you feel like you're in there with an old pal instead of a doctor (And if you know me AT ALL, you know my hatred for doctors, so this is definitely good). He cracks jokes and makes conversation. He seems to really care, and even if he's just acting like he cares because that's what he gets paid to do, hey, he does a great job of it, so I'm cool with that. Anyway, since he wasn't able to definitely find the baby at the last appointment, I've felt very nervous about this pregnancy. So I can't wait for the next one to get here so I can know for sure, one way or another. (Thursday, may 28, 10:45AM.)

4) Payday. Because we be po'. (Michael's is next Friday, mine is June 1.)

That's all.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009


Well, my two faithful readers are also on my facebook and know that we're expecting numero dos. We're happy, excited, nervous, not-entirely-prepared, scared, over-anxious, and THRILLED. Our children are our greatest blessings.

However, I would like to meet the person who coined the phrase "morning" sickness and slap said person for being so ignorant.

I'm scared that something will go wrong, but I don't know an expecting mommy (especially ones who have lost a pregnancy/baby before) that isn't scared of that. I'm trying hard to trust the Lord and give it all to Him so that I'm not constantly worrying, but I've always been a worry-wart and it's easier said than done.

In other news, I'm skipping work today! weee! It's been glorious so far... little M and I slept in until about 8:30, then we had some breakfast but stayed in our pj's. (Who am I kiddin'? It's nearly 1pm and we're STILL in our pj's!)When little dude wakes up from his nap, we'll have some lunch (since I'm feeling like eating a bit today, which is the EXACT opposite of yesterday) and perhaps go play at the park. I can't WAIT for summer vacation so we can do this more often! I'm looking forward to playing with my nearly two year old and incubating my about 5 week gestation-year-old. lol

"For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place. When I was woven together in the depths of the earth, your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be."~Psalms 139:13-16

ETA: Went to the doctor today (Thursday).... doctor did an ultrasound and couldn't really see the baby, but he feels like it's just very very early in the pregnancy. He set another appointment for 2 weeks from now just to be sure. Please help me pray that everything's okay. He did see one blip of something-or-other that he was pretty sure was the baby, but he couldn't be too sure yet.

Saturday, May 02, 2009

smudged glasses.

My glasses are dirty as all get-out. Clean them, Amy? No, you.

I've been seriously thinking about what else I would like to do with my life. Not because I don't love the kids... I do, very much. I just don't know if the high-stakes testing, putting up with certain people, being stressed over 8 and 9 year olds not knowing something I've taught them stuff is for me. I want to do something that, even if it involves stress, which most professions do, it's not THAT kind of stress... state testing has nothing to do with the kids and everything to do with the teacher. What did you teach them? How well did you teach them? How well did you force them to learn it? What did you give up teaching to pound this mumbo-jumbo in their heads? Who cares that so-and-so hasn't eaten since lunch at school yesterday, or that so-and-so's father is using his mother's face as a punching bag at night, or that so-and-so's brother is in jail for gang activities, or that so-and-so was removed from their house last night because someone turned them in to DHS.... or that their schoolmate was shot while sleeping in his mother's boyfriend's living room THE WEEK BEFORE testing. Who cares about those things? It's about the TEST SCORES, baby! DRILL THEM!

I hate that.

It makes me do and say stupid things.

So...what do you suggest I try? I would still love to work with kids. Babysitting is sounding more and more appealing, even.
What did we put on our "summer wish list" for our janitor?
To give us the winning lottery numbers. I hope we get it! :)

Friday, April 24, 2009

What's in a number? part deux

11: How old my niece Star turned on the 10th of this month.

14: How old my niece Morgan turned on the 19th of this month.

16: How old my niece Courtney turned on the 22nd of this month.

15: Number of school days left.

0: Number of school days I wish were left.

23: Number of students I'm ready to NOT see for a while. :)

1: Number of husbands I have who are in the shower right now...mrrrowwww.

0: Amount of patience I have at this point.

2: How many Tylenols I'm getting ready to take for the never-ending heeeaaadaaaaache (Sing that like the Neverending Story song...)

12: How many people I'm following on Twitter.

6: How many people are following me back on Twitter.

80ish: Number of days I will be AWAY FROM THE WORK PLACE! WEEEEEEEE!

20: How many months old my child will be next Thursday.

2304923840498234098: Hours of sleep I want. :)

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

all mixed up.

They caught Hikeem's killer. He's in jail. He's going to be tried for first degree murder. I am happy and sad. Sad because there are a LOT of idiots out there who knew who did it, and only one brave person called the Crimestoppers phone number to report it. No, not sad. Mad. And happy that he's in jail and will not kill another person, especially not another baby.

And whatever they choose to do to this fat babykiller.... it will not bring Hikeem back.

And we just want him back.

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Just can't get enough!!!

Because killing a 6 year old just wasn't enough, the dumbasses in L-town have decided to have a gang shooting a couple of blocks away from my school and kill a known gang member outside of an apartment building that ALSO contained children! Want to know why? Because they're AMAZINGLY BRILLIANT. They're clever, cunning, and smart! They truly CARE about the youth of our city, as well. Oh, and do you want to know at what TIME they shot the gang member a couple of blocks from our school and near the apartment building where some of our children live? You guessed it! Right after the children got out of school!!

Seriously, where is Chuck Norris when you need him? *Sigh*

And seriously, someone PLEASE invent a Gang Member Catcher 2000, catch them all, then burn them all to death. Kthxbye.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

daaaaaaaaag, yo

I missed my 100th post celebration. :( Oh well.

Anywho, on to more important things.

The little guy's dentist said that he not only broke the teeth, but he pushed them up and back a bit in the fall. He also broke his frenulum labii superiosis, which is fancy schmancy terms for the connecty thingie that connects your top lip to your gums. His was overgrown as it was and had grown between his front teeth, causing them to have a space, so breaking it wasn't that big of a deal. One less thing to worry with right now, in fact. As far as his teeth are concerned, the dentist said they would most likely move back down on their own, but he really didn't know if the teeth would live or not. He said we would just wait it out, and he'd keep an eye on them for a few months. After a few months, if they're still there, he will cap them. If they fall out, he'll just be the toothless wonder for a few years til big-boy teeth grow in. So there ya have it.

So far, his mouth looks SO much better than it did, though. The swelling has gone down significantly. His teeth are still white at this point, so there's hope that they won't die, but we just don't know yet. His gums are still very bruised right now, so we're watching them and cleaning them with peroxide (dentist's orders).

In other news, my kiddos at school are taking their state tests this week. So far they've finished the reading tests. Today, my "gifted" student kept falling asleep during the test! The only way I could convince her to stay awake was to threaten to close her test booklet and let her fail the test and repeat 3rd grade next year. What's up with such strong-willed, defiant kids?!

That's all I gots.... slow news day, I guess.

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Happy Easter....?

Of course it is a joyous occasion, our Christ has risen from the tomb and ascended into heaven! He died on the cross for us, and boom, we get a free pass to heaven just because we believe in Him!


It is NOT a joyous occasion around here. My little peanut man fell today at his grandma's house and broke his front teeth. And busted his lips. And his gums are swollen. Right now I can't tell what the extent of the damage is/will be, but suffice it to say that both of his two front teeth are broken, one worse than the other, and his tooth beside one of his front teeth is broken too. :( Poor little angel.

I know that things could have been much worse than they are, and I know how blessed I am that it's just his baby teeth, but could you please pray for him anyway? I know he's in pain, for one thing, and for another, we don't have dental insurance, so could you please pray that it won't be a lot of money, whatever they choose to do for him? We'd appreciate it.

I wish it was me and not him. I feel so helpless, knowing he's in pain but not being able to do anything about it.

Sunday, April 05, 2009


I'm very mad.


Steamingly pissed.

A little boy who goes to the school where I teach was murdered while he slept in the wee hours of Saturday morning. Drive-by shooting. Cowards. Stupid idiots. More words that are un-becoming of a lady.

I just don't understand. Cowards that couldn't confront someone face-to-face, had to shoot at a house and drive away like a bunch of pussies. (I guess that wasn't becoming of a lady either, oh well.) Shot an innocent little angel in the chest while he slept on the couch. Poor, sweet, ornery, goofy little Hikeem. With his pointy ears and his HUGE eyes and his beautiful smile. Six years old. Going to turn Seven on Easter Sunday. Tall for his age. Making progress in school. Started out in trouble all the time. Was doing SO much better. Rest in the arms of the Lord tonight, Hikeem.

WHAT DO WE DO TO MAKE THE GANG PROBLEM IN LAWTON GO AWAY!? Evacuate the women and children from the bad areas of town and then bomb them?! Where is the guy from Death Wish or the guys from Dirty Harry when you need them? Vigilantes, we need you to take care of a few little problems.

I will never understand why this happened. A parent of one of my students left a comment on my myspace that said that her younger son knew the boy, and that on Monday at school, he was going to find Hikeem on the playground and ask if it was him. The kids can't understand what happened, and that their friend will never be back at school. Please pray that my mouth pours out wisdom and security for my students, so they realize that kids don't normally die and that they're safe.

My heart is broken.

Saturday, April 04, 2009

Random observation of town crazies.

Every town has their own crazy person.... or at least rumor of one. I recall growing up in Ada and being TERRIFIED out of my MIND of Crazy Mary. Crazy Mary was rumored to eat cats and dogs and put spells on people. She lived in a little tiny house on a street that my bus took to school. We were scared to even LOOK at the house for fear of seeing her and being cursed. I remember once that I did venture a peek in her house's direction, and there she was... standing in her garage, looking through the window at the top of her garage door, and pointing at our bus. I nearly peed myself. Turns out, there really was a "Mary," and she pretty much wasn't all there. My mom worked in the emergency room of our local hospital at the time, and she said that Mary once came in for some reason, got spooked by the doctors, took her own IV out and left in the hospital gown.
Here in the town where I reside now, there are TONS of folks whose elevators don't quite make it all the way up. Seriously, per capita, we've got more than our fair share of looneytunes. If this town was ever up for renaming, I would totally submit "batshitville" as a suggestion. I saw two of our locals having a conversation today. If I weren't running late for work as it was, I would have loved to stop and listen to their conversation. Maybe they make perfect sense to each other. Maybe they're less nutcase-y when they're together. Who knows.

I have more to say, but it's not coming out clearly. Well, duh, it's past midnight, so I guess that would be why. So, perhaps tomorrow (or in the future, don't RUSH ME) I shall make a post on marriage. And, it isn't related to the crazy business I just rambled about, either. :)

Monday, March 23, 2009

Pray for Stellan

Please...if you just happen by this blog, or if you read it regularly (all 2 of you), please pray for this baby. He was diagnosed with Supraventricular Tachycardia (not a clue if I spelled that right, but SVT...extremely fast heart rate....) and an enlarged heart when he was in the womb, was given a likelihood that he was going to die, but was born perfect with a perfectly healed heart. He's about 4 or 5 months old now, and was put into the hospital for SVT again last night. Please pray, because he's a modern day miracle, and he needs to be around as proof that God exists for all those non-believers for a long, long time.

Saturday, March 21, 2009


So I should really take down that weight loss counter, considering I've gained pretty much all I've lost back. And I have done nothing but lounge in my new workout clothes. One of my new year's resolutions was not to say bad things about myself this year, so I won't mention that I am a lazy, lazy person and I need to be shot.

Someone bought the house next door. The nice, quiet, nobody-lived-there-and-so-ahhh-bliss house next door. Said buyers have at least 2 young children. I'm guessing about 5 or 6 years old, but I may be off since I'm using my I-can-hear-kids-screaming-in-the-next-door-neighbor's-backyard-but-don't-want-to-be-nosey-and-peek-o-meter.


It's not like I don't like kids. It's pretty obvious I do, or I'm in the wrong profession, one of the two. But I only like kids until, oh, 3:45 PM on weekdays. Just kidding. I just hope they're nice neighbors and not SHUT YOUR DOGS UP WE'RE TRYING TO SLEEP neighbors. Although they have a puppy who had to spend his first night outside last night and whined, literally, all night long. And my dogs are primarily inside dogs, so they really don't bark all night long while they're in their cozy little I'm-a-dog-not-a-human-but-shh-don't-tell-me-that bed.

I think I should just write a new dictionary and add all my new hyphenated words.

Apparently I'm 14. My face is breaking out. I have a place on my nose and a place on my chin.

I am in desperate, DESPERATE need of a haircut. DESPERATE. My hair is to my butt. It's stringy and dumb. I want to chop it off. And if I were in a position where I could talk bad about myself, I would say I look crappy with short hair, crappy with long hair, crappy with medium hair.... and that maybe I should just cut my face off instead of my hair.... but I'm not in a position to talk like that about myself.

ho hum.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

da blahdadeeblahdadeeblah.

My son amuses me. A lot. He just pops out with these new words I had no idea he knew how to say sometimes. Like.... "outside". And "shoes". Our most recent conversation went as follows:
me: Pleeeeeeeease stop whining, okay??
him: Okay.
(insert short pause here)
him: *whine whine whine*

Shaking his head and saying "NO!" is his favorite hobby. He's going through a stubborn, I-don't-want-to-eat-and-you-can't-even-bribe-me-with-ice-cream phase. It's really obnoxious and I get scared that there's something wrong. Hopefully I'm just being paranoid.
In other news, it's Spring Break and I am a huge fan of this.

Anybody else watching Rock of Love Bus?? Or am I the only white-trash loser on blogspot?? heh.

Also, Celebrity Apprentice. I am in major love with Jesse James. *sigh*

American Idol, my ex-favorite show, is kinda lame this year, but I'm still watching.

That, and Hell's Kitchen, which isn't lame.

In NOT fatty-watches-too-much-tv news, I purchased some new workout clothes today. Now it's just a matter of putting them on for the purpose of working out, not just for the purpose of comfort and lounging. Ahhh lounging.

In leave-me-out-of-your-high-school-drama news, my students' parents are fighting. Each other, not me, so that's good, but still. They're name-calling (I don't allow their children to do that, by the way. I think they need to pull up a seat in 3rd grade and learn something.), bickering, out-and-out being ugly to each other. The whole PTA is in my class, and they're divided evenly. So-n-so called whats-her-face and said that she was trash, her family was trash, and even the teachers were talking bad about her. When whats-her-face asked so-n-so what teachers were talking about her, MY name was mentioned. Stop the drama bus, please. I get really carsick. I said nothing about anybody because HI I AM THE MOST BORING PERSON ON THE PLANET AND I DON'T INVITE CRAZY DRAMA INTO MY LIFE. So, I told so-n-so, in a most poised manner, that if they were going to drag me into their rumor mill, please make my rumor a really awesome one, like that I've run off with some rich millionaire or something. I also brought up the "great minds talk about ideas, average minds talk about things, little minds talk about people" quote. And I left it at that. I didn't even go to my high school reunion, I hated it so much. I do NOT want to be involved in their high school cat fights.

I believe that's all I have for today. I can't think of anything else that's awesome and going on in my life. Goodnight!

Tuesday, March 10, 2009


I have an 8AM meeting tomorrow morning so I'll make this brief. I am still alive, my kid is doing wonderfully, I'm exhausted. :) That about covers it.
My life is boringawesome.

Monday, February 16, 2009

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

This morning, the power did NOT go out while I was showering. I did NOT have crazy thoughts in my head that some maniac was in my house and cut the power, or came by (I keep the door open while I shower when I'm alone so I can hear the little guy) and flipped the switch off... that would be over the top, and that's so NOT me! :)

Also, since the power was off, I did NOT try to call my dear husband to come home and hook the refrigerator to the generator because HI I JUST DID NOT GO GROCERY SHOPPING YESTERDAY! When I tried to call him, I got a message that said our cell account had been suspended because we were late on the payment. Now, who would be late on the cell phone payment because she simply forgot about it?? NOT ME!

And while the power was off, it was just then that I did NOT realize how many things are run by electricity. (Okay, maybe I already knew, but DEFINITELY took those things for granted.) The most important this morning being the garage door opener. The garage was pitch black, and I couldn't find my husband's flashlight (he's a great flashlight hider!), so I did NOT go light up a candle so I could see what I was doing to open the garage door manually!

It did NOT take me a ridiculous amount of time to figure out how to open the garage door manually.

I did NOT do a victory dance when I got it to go up.

Yesterday, when my husband changed my son's diaper, he did NOT get it on extremely crookedly to where my son's whole precious buttcheek was hanging out. My son did NOT then proceed to have a bowel movement with half of his butt hanging out of his diaper.
And guess who had to clean it up? NOT ME! Okay yes, me.

Sunday, February 15, 2009

this...that...the other.

I hope you all had a great vd.
I mean....Valentine's Day. yeah. :)

I have a stomach virus from atche-e-double-hockey-sticks. I have unsuccessfully consumed 2 meals since Friday. Both have already excused themselves from my system in an untimely manner. I am not happy with this. I like to eat. Eating = hugging porcelain. :(

Seriously, though, who gives out stomach viruses on VALENTINE'S DAY!? The hubbster wanted to go to the new steakhouse in town yesterday, but I couldn't get it together and leave the potty long enough for that. I am a nice wifey so I was willing to go to a steakhouse where I knew I wouldn't be able to eat, all for the sake of my husband's Valentine's dinner. But my body wouldn't cooperate. So we went to a drive-in-type establishment (it's called Wayne's. It's kinda like Sonic, except for old-fashioned), and I bought my boys some junk food (aka bacon burger for the big boy, grilled cheese for the little one). I ate some fries and about 1/4 of a hamburger. I regretted it later.

Today I feel a whoooole lot better, but I still can't keep anything inside. I tried to have a very small lunch of salad and strawberries, and that didn't work out the way I intended. All I can say is, thank you JESUS for the following products...
*Immodium AD.
*Charmin. yeah.
*Tetris on my cell phone. Because let's face it... if you're going to be camped out in the bathroom with things flying out in all directions at all hours of the day and night, you should at least have something available to entertain yourself.

OH, and Vanessa... a little girl (a little girl that I don't even know, but has taken to me for some reason...she's in another class at school, I never had her in my class, but she gives me huge hugs every day and acts like we're BFFs...) brought me the first Twilight book. I guess I'll be reading it after all. I haven't started it yet, but I'll let you know if it's worth the read.

Monday, February 09, 2009

Not ME! Monday!

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

Last week, I did not arrive home from work with an "I don't want to cook" attitude, so I did NOT suggest that we go out to eat at our favorite Korean restaurant. (Korean ladies LOVE my son...they go nuts over him! I mean... no they don't...heh). The hubby wanted to go eat as soon as I got home...however, I did NOT have to pee REALLY BAD. (Sorry, that sounds disgusting. I mean.. relieve myself.) Also, my son's babysitter did NOT switch his cute jeans for some yucktacious, funky, parachute-looking pants earlier that day when he spilled milk all over himself. So what did I NOT do? I did NOT de-shoe and de-pants my son, change his pants, and re-shoe him ALL WHILE POTTYING! :)

And don't you let anybody tell you that I gave my kiddos at school extra recess because I wasn't in the teaching mood one day this last week. Never happened!

Let's not even count the number of times I did NOT wipe my son's poor little snotty nose on something other than a tissue this week!* The count does NOT include my shirt, one of his socks, a paper towel I happened to be hoarding away in my purse (it's a scary place in my purse, people. A, and (this one will cost me a fortune in his therapist bills one day) a pad. An Always pad. With wings. Nope, I wouldn't do that to my precious toddler!

*nearly all of the above mentioned snotty-nosed incidents happened while we were on the road or in a parking lot of some random store. I do keep my son's nose very clean at home with the proper tools, aka aspirator and tissues. Just to clear up any why-does-this-woman-have-a-kid-omg confusion. :)

This week, my husband did NOT decide to clean out our storage unit (and that was NOT so we didn't have to keep paying other people to store our accumulated crap for us). He did NOT find some of my awesome memorabilia.... including, but not limited to, my softball trophies, a bunch of band stuff (NOT a band nerd! Promise!), a poster I had hanging on my wall when I was a teenager, lots of notes passed between my BFF of old and me (I wouldn't do that during school! NOT ME!), and a letter, sent to me in 1996 from my big sister, which included a beautiful poem about me. And I have decided NOT to share its beauty with the blogger world.
It does NOT go a little something like this..

The Stink of Amy

There is nothing I can say
to really describe the way
you smell...
not well....
It's such a nasty stink
It's hard for me to think.
While I ponder
I think I'll stand back yonder.
Your smell is more
than a skank-ridden whore.
I only can hope
you will find a good soap.

The End!

Ah, sisterly love!! hahahaha.

Monday, January 19, 2009

Not Me! Monday

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.
(but don't forget to check out the youtube clip from last post....because, well, it contains my awesome brother [on the right] and his friend James doing a cover of David Bowie's "Space Oddity".... and it pretty much rocks my socks.)

This morning, my beautiful angel did NOT take it upon himself to remove himself from his crib. Nope, I didn't wake up to his crying and decide to use the restroom before retrieving him, but half way through the trip to the restroom, I did NOT hear a ginormous THUMP and then screaming! Nope, none of that happened. And I didn't rush to his bedroom to find him standing in his floor with blood coming from his mouth. He did NOT bite his tongue on his little excursion... no indeed! All's well, though... turns out it was a small cut on his tongue... but I was NOT completely freaked when even his drool was rusty-colored!

Yesterday, I did NOT lie to a beggar about not having any money because I was 99.9% convinced he was going to use that money for drugs. That man is NOT always in our Wal-Mart parking lot, begging people for change. We DON'T see him every single time. And even though I know that's what he was NOT going to use the money for, I still did NOT feel bad for lying to the guy.

I am NOT listening to my 1-year-old bawling his head off because he is in time-out for one minute. He DOESN'T have a major fascination with dumping over the dog's water bowl. We DON'T keep it high on the table during the day while he's awake (or take it outside) so his little paws will stay away, but he did NOT figure out a way to reach it on the table! My table and floors are NOT drenched. (And, of course, I did NOT just get him out of timeout and kiss his little wet-from-tears cheeks and give him lots of hugs....nope, not me! Don't let anybody tell you different!)

He's NOT yelling "I CRYYYYY" as loud as he can right now. :)

I think that's all I did NOT do recently...I will NOT let you know throughout the day if something changes!

Sunday, January 18, 2009

Nate control to major James

First, I have to say........ I have heartburn. Like, a lot.
Secondly, I have to say.......I'm sick and tired of meth-addicted bums coming up to me and asking me for money. Because 1) it makes me feel bad to turn them down (but hi, not interested in funding your addiction, thanks anyway) and 2) they need to get HELP, and NOT the same HELP they get from the food bank, homeless shelter, government, etc... all feeding their habits.
And most importantly, THIS is my brother. (On the right.) He is THE most talented man on earth. Fact, not opinion.

Wednesday, January 14, 2009


I've only lost 2 pounds so far. (Let me clarify that. I've lost 7 pounds so far, but 5 of those pounds were put on at Christmastime and should have never been there to begin with. SO really I count where my weight really should have been instead of the scary SCARY number my weight was when I actually started the diet. So there.) But that's okay because I feel better when I eat right. I've almost eliminated sodas (go me!) and have only been drinking water and green tea, really. I try to eat an apple a day (because it keeps the doctor away! Plus it's pretty much the only fruit on the shelves right now that doesn't look like shriveled up yuckness)... and I've been eating my fair share of Lean Cuisines (which I love, by the way. They've gotten so good since the last time I dieted! Why didn't you tell me?!?) But money situations won't let me eat expensive diet meals forever, so I have to learn to make my OWN meals with few calories and fats and sodiums and whatnot. But I'm too lazy at the moment.

My throat hurts too. Entirely unrelated, but relevant anyway because HI IT'S MY BLOG!

Oh yeah, and I'm grumpy. See ya!

Sunday, January 04, 2009

I've got my lunch packed shoes tied tight...

... I hope I don't get in a fight!

OHHH back to school....back to school...

Great, now that's going to be stuck in my head forevereverever.
That was THE shortest 2 weeks of my life. Yep.

Oh well, at least we're on the downhill slope now...starting the 2nd semester... only about 3.5 months of studying before the BIG TEST in April...then school can kinda be fun again. You know, for the remainder of April and what we have to complete of May. YESSSS.

My left leg hurts for no reason. I will have to insist upon it stopping or I will be removing it. With my scissors. They have a pink handle.

If I don't go to bed soon, I am going to be impossible to wake up tomorrow. True story.

I'm kinda hyper though.

Ahhhhhhhhhhh back to schoooooool...back to prove to dad that I'm not a fool.....

Thursday, January 01, 2009

I am completely and utterly blog-stupid.

I have no IDEA how to customize my blog beyond what I've already done. I am very e-dumb. So here's my weightloss ticker. Make me accountable, yes?">

No, seriously.

My resolutions for 2009, and only people....get to read them!

1) Lose 30 pounds before I begin the TTC process in July.
2) If number 1 is accomplished, start TTC in July.
3) Be a happier person.
4) Slowly but surely end my addiction to caffeine.
5) Be more organized in every aspect of my life.
6) Not say anything negative about myself. At all. Well, at least try.

I think that's plenty, don't you?