This blog tells a little about my family, and some of the day to day interests we have.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Conference Title Game
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Brandon's Game
Dial up Valley
Thursday, January 24, 2008
The Specialist
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Her First Game Back
A New Phase
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Busy Week Ahead
Saying Farewell
Monday, January 21, 2008
After Many Sports...Mom Makes A Mistake
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Grocery Shopping
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
What Brandon Has Been Up To
Little Miss Maddie Rae
Chubby Girls Everywhere Take A Bow
The Power Of The Magic Wand
Monday, January 14, 2008
Cleveland Trip
It's Not Asthma
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Today's Topic
Saturday, January 12, 2008
I Can't Help My Self
Hallmark Calendar Day
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Where Is My Clothes?
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
The Love Of A Pet
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Madeline Is Having Fun
Brandon scored a basket
To Each His Own
Everything is still a bit foggy
This is another picture from Christmas. I have noticed a theme lately of "me" posts. I'm sorry about that, but I'm going on anyhow.
Perhaps it's the medication, or just me but I've noticed some moments from the surgery that makes me say..."um". And of course I thought I'd share them with you.
- Hospital appropriate underwear= clean non damaged underwear. Mom disagrees she led me down the path to purchase new ones. I will say I'm glad she did, don't know why but I felt better about having new ones after the surgery.
- My attitude=happy. Not the case the second I walked into the hospital. Why you may ask? I have no idea. I carried a chip on my shoulder the first blood draw. When I didn't have a chip on my shoulder I was crying. Why....I don't know. Every experience my sister has with the hospital she is laughing and gitty. Obviously just one more difference between us.
- The phrase I Love You= something I say maybe once a day to my loved ones. Surgery day and today it seems to be the phrase I use all day. I think I'm begining to scare my family just a little.
- Shower Time = 30 minutes. Not the case today. It took me an hour and a half just to shower and another hour and a half to get dressed and change bandages. Total was 3 hours!!! Not to mention that but I even had to call Brian in for help. I didn't even need his help after childbirth, but one minor surgery that the doctor said I should be back to myself in just a couple days I need shower assistance. Why did I need his help? I had so so so much iodine all over my body in places they didn't even do surgery I needed some help. It's still not all off!!
- Nap Time= My favorite. Again now that I should be resting I'm finding it difficult. I'm not sleeping more than 2 hours at a time, and I'm finding it difficult to just sit on the couch now. Normally I would love an excuse to sit on the couch.
I know I've rambled on a bit today, but that's okay in my book. Have a good day everyone.
Monday, January 7, 2008
The Surgery
Friday, January 4, 2008
Chubby Girls....Part (we'll say) 10
I've noticed some things over the holidays that I couldn't wait to share on the blog. Mom can't stand my chubby girl posts, but she knew she was going to be a part of it. Mom you know I love you with all my heart and soul, but I must share the story. It was a very very windy day, and mom & Maddie were at the good old walmart. Mom told Maddie to go to the truck, and she did. Mom was putting the cart back into the cart holder. (Mom worries about carts running into other vechiles (i know the spelling isnt right spell check won't even touch it) (especially on windy days) As mom was trying with all her might to get that cart to the cart holder she was afraid that she was honestly going to get blown away. By the time she made it back to the truck she thought that the wind was going to take her off her feet. Now mom tells me this story with all seriousness. I let mom know that if she would eat a stinking ho ho or ding dong once in awhile she would not have to fear the wind blowing her away. As a chubby girl I do not fear the wind blowing me away nor when I was out on the same day I didn't fear it. I proudly walked around in my cut off jean shorts in the middle of December knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt I was not going to be knocked down from the wind. This has led me to today's list of proud chubby girl moments:
- Chubby girls don't fear the wind.
- A chubby girl knows what isle the hostess products are in. (Unlike others we wont mention no names)
- Maybe its just me, but a chubby girl is very cautious when dieting with a nonchubby girl.
- A chubby girl has her own fashion style. Every chubby girl does whether she knows it or not.
- No matter if your chubby or not do not I repeat do not dress like your teenagers.
As always love yourself like you deserve to be loved, and let nothing change that.
Coolest Mom I Know....Me
Yes, I know I have a little bit of self confidence there in the title. Moving on to the reason for the post. I have finished my classes for medical billing/coding, and am now awaiting my scores. YEAH!! Since I now have a touch of time on my hands I decided to do some reading before my surgery on Monday. I was expecting to gain insight from some wise author as my fellow bloggers have. This did not happen. The book was about things cool moms should know, and obviously be able to do. I will highlight some of the finer points along with my own take on them.
- Cool point number one: Study the two major meteor showers, and watch a shooting star with you child. As I was sitting in the parking lot waiting for Bub last night I seen a little light in the sky. I hadn't studied the meteor showers yet, but I thought I'd give it a try. I said all excited like a cool mom would, "Hey Mad, make a wish it's a shooting star" Maddie said all teenager like, "Mom I'll make a wish, but that light up there moving slow and blinking is just a plane." This idea of mine may have worked if the child was younger.
- Cool point number two: The book tries to teach us mothers how to catch and throw while being cool in the eyes of our kids. If you know a thing about me you know I can't catch or throw. But I thought why not try to learn. As I asked my kids to play catch with me my only son said to me, "okay mom I'll try to teach you, but I can't promise you that you'll learn how in just one trip off the couch." That wasn't the worst of it. The entire family thought they should gather around to try and see mom catch. Did I catch? Not that day. Let's think about this shall we.....in order to learn how to catch one must be willing to stand there and let another individual throw objects at us till we time it out and catch. This is why I never learned. Again this idea may have worked if I was dealing with younger children.
- Cool point number three: teach your children to listen to their cat (with illustration). I'm not kidding. My kids know when the cat is hissing that she is not happy. My kids know when the cats but is higher in the air than her head to get out of her direct line of vision. Again possibly if they were younger this would be good advice.
Now what I walked away from out of this book was if you are going to try and be cool with your kids do it when they are young. Bottom line as they get older is if your cool your letting them do what they want, if you are uncool you are trying to guide them through life. All I can hope for is to be "alright". My main job at this point is to help guide them, try not to screw them up to bad, and help them be happy with themselves as they find their own inner qualities they want to hold on to.