So technically this weekend should have sucked. I'm battling a sever sinus infection, I have a cold sore on both my top and bottom lips, and my dog died. I'm not making that up to make me more pitiful.
She was 11 - and that's 1 year past her average life expectancy. I'm still in mourning, and my heart aches every time I think of her.
But that aside, I had a really great weekend. We did one last Christmas at my moms, which the kids LOVED. One more day of opening presents. And it was nice because I got to visit with my sisters.
Then on Sunday, we went to a church in town. We have made a New Years Resolution to get our butts to church so that our children don't grow up to be heathens. We had been invited to this church over and over for a long time. But we kept blowing it off.
But it was AWESOME. It far exceeded my expectations. The songs and the sermon kept my interest, and made me laugh. I felt better about myself and my life more so than I had in the last 2 years.
And the most amazing thing is that my DH (who believes he is going to hell, and is quite happy about that) actually enjoyed it as well. It gave us something to talk about, other than our children, and we are both looking forward to the next week. How amazing is that???? Pretty f(*&ing amazing, let me tell ya.
Oh yeah, and I went to the grocery store, so that we can eat better. I'm trying to make vegatables be the center of our meals, instead of meat. So I bought a TON of veggies aaannnnddd I bought myself a package of SOY NUTS!! Roasted/unsalted. I love them. And I read an article that they are really good for my eating style, as they are filling, and yet not calorie laden.
So I go to the Endocrinologist today for my test results from my bloodwork. Will I be diabetic?? Will I still have a Vitamin D deficiency?? Who knows. But I'm not even worrying about it.
I'm on a Soybean High!!
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Monday, January 14, 2008
Thursday, November 1, 2007
Only a slight irritation..
I’ve never said that I’m a good housekeeper. Actually, I think I’ve stated the exact opposite. But you know things are bad when you ask:
Honey, have you seen the stroller?
Now I can see overlooking or misplacing a shirt, keys, papers, diaperbag, cup, toothbrush, purse, hairbrush, glasses, food, dishes, etc. But a stroller??? WOW!! I need some serious re-organization.
And I’ll get right on it. When I have a “free” moment. Wait, free moments are to be spent focusing on me, not on the house or the kids.
So DH knew right where the stroller was (in the shed) and we loaded it, along with 5 bags, to take to GG’s in order to do our last round of trick or treating.
We took Livvie, dressed as a butterfly, and our princess and our dragon. All had a great time, except most of the time you heard this from my DH:
No, Livvie, you can’t go play with that dog.
Heel Livvie, followed by a dry Hhgggk, Hhggkk from her choking from pulling on her lead.
Then, HEEL LIVVIE – I SAID HEEL. – Yeah, she does well on a lead – WHATEVA.
The only thing that pissed me off was when someone asked “Is that a pit pull?” To which my DH gave a quirky smile that answered their question without words. While I am frantically yelling ahead – “No, she’s an Amstaff Terrier”.
Ok, so Amstaff's are a cousin to the Pit Bull. So what? I REFUSE to allow my precious Livvie to be grouped in with monster dogs. She is the best dog we’ve had…and trust me, we’ve had a few.
I just hate that DH is proud of the fact that we have a dreaded "Pit Bull". The same as he is proud that we have 2 Rottweilers. He says that he likes proving people wrong.
It seems like that's the theme of our life - proving people wrong.
Here are a list of things we've proved so far:
That you don't have to wear helmets when you ride a motorcycle
That Rotts and Pitts make great pets
That you CAN save money by heating with wood
That you can beat someone's ass and then have dinner with them the following week
That a woman can ride her own motorcycle
That a goody goody and a biker/trucker can make a marriage last
Kids can eat dogfood and not get sick
Peeing outside IS more hygenic than porta johns
That not all rednecks have broken down cars in the yard
That women CAN have multiple orgasms
That fat women ARE sexy
You can have a fabulous wedding on less than $2,000
That your marriage can survive a threesome
Ok, I made up that threesome part. Even though it's a fantasy, we haven't lived it, and probably never will. But it's fun to think about, isn't it!!
So, maybe tonight I’ll get to start on that whole organizing thing. Right after I do dishes, cook supper, and occupy my kids because DH is out of town – AGAIN.
Sometimes I hate being a married, yet single mother.
Honey, have you seen the stroller?
Now I can see overlooking or misplacing a shirt, keys, papers, diaperbag, cup, toothbrush, purse, hairbrush, glasses, food, dishes, etc. But a stroller??? WOW!! I need some serious re-organization.
And I’ll get right on it. When I have a “free” moment. Wait, free moments are to be spent focusing on me, not on the house or the kids.
So DH knew right where the stroller was (in the shed) and we loaded it, along with 5 bags, to take to GG’s in order to do our last round of trick or treating.
We took Livvie, dressed as a butterfly, and our princess and our dragon. All had a great time, except most of the time you heard this from my DH:
No, Livvie, you can’t go play with that dog.
Heel Livvie, followed by a dry Hhgggk, Hhggkk from her choking from pulling on her lead.
Then, HEEL LIVVIE – I SAID HEEL. – Yeah, she does well on a lead – WHATEVA.
The only thing that pissed me off was when someone asked “Is that a pit pull?” To which my DH gave a quirky smile that answered their question without words. While I am frantically yelling ahead – “No, she’s an Amstaff Terrier”.
Ok, so Amstaff's are a cousin to the Pit Bull. So what? I REFUSE to allow my precious Livvie to be grouped in with monster dogs. She is the best dog we’ve had…and trust me, we’ve had a few.
I just hate that DH is proud of the fact that we have a dreaded "Pit Bull". The same as he is proud that we have 2 Rottweilers. He says that he likes proving people wrong.
It seems like that's the theme of our life - proving people wrong.
Here are a list of things we've proved so far:
That you don't have to wear helmets when you ride a motorcycle
That Rotts and Pitts make great pets
That you CAN save money by heating with wood
That you can beat someone's ass and then have dinner with them the following week
That a woman can ride her own motorcycle
That a goody goody and a biker/trucker can make a marriage last
Kids can eat dogfood and not get sick
Peeing outside IS more hygenic than porta johns
That not all rednecks have broken down cars in the yard
That women CAN have multiple orgasms
That fat women ARE sexy
You can have a fabulous wedding on less than $2,000
That your marriage can survive a threesome
Ok, I made up that threesome part. Even though it's a fantasy, we haven't lived it, and probably never will. But it's fun to think about, isn't it!!
So, maybe tonight I’ll get to start on that whole organizing thing. Right after I do dishes, cook supper, and occupy my kids because DH is out of town – AGAIN.
Sometimes I hate being a married, yet single mother.
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Rotts,
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