10 Things On My Nightstand (which is really a small bookshelf)
1. Glass of water
2. Pair of diamond earrings I took out last night before I fell asleep.
3. Reading glasses.
4. Picture of me and my girls walking down the street Sex and the City style from Raine's birthday.
5. Four journals...I love myself a journal.
6. Hand Cream
7. Picture of me and Adam at a Mariners game.
8. My dad's old pocket Bible with an arrowhead that he and Aidan found.
9. Eight books including Captivating, What to Expect First Year, Still Life With Woodpecker, The Shadow of the Wind
10. Ultrasound picture of Aidan's foot and another one of him laughing out loud.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Living on a Prayer
So, here are some questions I've been pondering. Care to ponder along?
Do you pray at night?
I had a discussion with a friend of mine once about this. I used to pray while I was laying in bed before I went to sleep, but I kept falling asleep during the prayer. So I felt guilty, like God was thinking...Seriously, you can't even stay awake long enough to talk to me? I don't even mean enough to you that you can say Amen before you snore. But my friend thought that it was ok. Like you were so comfortable talking to him that it was one of the best ways to fall asleep. I'm still up in the air.
Do you think that when you pray for the same thing over and over it means you don't have enough faith?
My dad was just on a motorcycle trip for five days. He went through seven states, by day two they had rode 1000 miles. So, every night when I said prayers with my kids we prayed for him to make it home safe. I have half a dozen girlfriends that are pregnant and one who really really wants to be. So we also pray for them every night. Here is my question...do you think once is enough? Do you think God gets frustrated that I pray for my dad's safe return every day until he is home? Do you think one time is enough and after that it is overkill? I just don't know how He feels about it.
Do you think the devil loves to get in your mind when you are at church?
I mean I know he loves it all the time...stinking devil. But, sometimes when I'm sitting in church I will have some thought and then I'm shocked at having it. But, I'm even in more shock that it is at church. I think he loves it...to get us especially when we are in God's house. Stinking devil.
Do you wish God had a blog?
I was just thinking the other day about people I know that I wish had a blog. And then I thought I wish God did. I know, I know, he gave us the greatest story ever told. But, sometimes I just wish I knew His plan or what He was thinking on something. I wonder what his 10 Things Thursday would be. 10 of His favorite things to do in heaven. or 10 people who were NOT making it in the pearly gates. I wonder if He would be sad at where we are or if it is going to get better. I wonder if He would tell great stories about Moses and Noah. Just sayin' it would be a good one.
Do you pray at night?
I had a discussion with a friend of mine once about this. I used to pray while I was laying in bed before I went to sleep, but I kept falling asleep during the prayer. So I felt guilty, like God was thinking...Seriously, you can't even stay awake long enough to talk to me? I don't even mean enough to you that you can say Amen before you snore. But my friend thought that it was ok. Like you were so comfortable talking to him that it was one of the best ways to fall asleep. I'm still up in the air.
Do you think that when you pray for the same thing over and over it means you don't have enough faith?
My dad was just on a motorcycle trip for five days. He went through seven states, by day two they had rode 1000 miles. So, every night when I said prayers with my kids we prayed for him to make it home safe. I have half a dozen girlfriends that are pregnant and one who really really wants to be. So we also pray for them every night. Here is my question...do you think once is enough? Do you think God gets frustrated that I pray for my dad's safe return every day until he is home? Do you think one time is enough and after that it is overkill? I just don't know how He feels about it.
Do you think the devil loves to get in your mind when you are at church?
I mean I know he loves it all the time...stinking devil. But, sometimes when I'm sitting in church I will have some thought and then I'm shocked at having it. But, I'm even in more shock that it is at church. I think he loves it...to get us especially when we are in God's house. Stinking devil.
Do you wish God had a blog?
I was just thinking the other day about people I know that I wish had a blog. And then I thought I wish God did. I know, I know, he gave us the greatest story ever told. But, sometimes I just wish I knew His plan or what He was thinking on something. I wonder what his 10 Things Thursday would be. 10 of His favorite things to do in heaven. or 10 people who were NOT making it in the pearly gates. I wonder if He would be sad at where we are or if it is going to get better. I wonder if He would tell great stories about Moses and Noah. Just sayin' it would be a good one.
Monday, May 25, 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.
Things I didn't do but did.
I did not judge the woman in the yellow string bikini who was old enough to be my mother and big enough to have just had a baby for wearing said string bikini. Not me...I'm not a judgey judgerton.
I did not fight with my husband over the silliest thing. I certainly did not do it twice in one day. And I most certainly did not try to make it all better with a ten second frencher (his words not mine).
I did not miss my best friend so much that right in the middle of a beautiful otherwise happy day start to cry because it is so hard to be here and without her.
I did not convince my husband that for our anniversary we should get tattoos (not matching ones)and go para sailing. Yahoo!!
I did not do the happy dance around my bedroom when I put on my white pants that would not so much fit on Easter and they fit perfectly. Bye bye baby weight.
I did not go green with envy while on the lake seeing all the houses. I then did not give my four month old daughter the "jealousy is not becoming" speech. I also did not throw in the "money does not buy happiness" speech just for good measure.
Things I didn't do but did.
I did not judge the woman in the yellow string bikini who was old enough to be my mother and big enough to have just had a baby for wearing said string bikini. Not me...I'm not a judgey judgerton.
I did not fight with my husband over the silliest thing. I certainly did not do it twice in one day. And I most certainly did not try to make it all better with a ten second frencher (his words not mine).
I did not miss my best friend so much that right in the middle of a beautiful otherwise happy day start to cry because it is so hard to be here and without her.
I did not convince my husband that for our anniversary we should get tattoos (not matching ones)and go para sailing. Yahoo!!
I did not do the happy dance around my bedroom when I put on my white pants that would not so much fit on Easter and they fit perfectly. Bye bye baby weight.
I did not go green with envy while on the lake seeing all the houses. I then did not give my four month old daughter the "jealousy is not becoming" speech. I also did not throw in the "money does not buy happiness" speech just for good measure.
Friday, May 22, 2009
Out Damn Spot
Text messages:
Sweet husband: Call the doctor
Me: I did and he said not to worry. I'm good and will live to be 125, too bad for you.
SH: Did you really?
Me: For shizzle
SH: Are you drunk:
Me: I wish
It is 10am so I am not drunk. Don't worry, dad. And I don't really wish I was...I just said that because I am FUNNY!
Here is the pretext to the above conversation. Yesterday I was getting ready for dinner. We were going out with the family to meet the new girl in my brother in laws life. Which I adore. She was good with my baby and she is cute and friendly and personable and I think she may be a keeper. We get to spend the whole weekend with her so I will let you know. But I digress. I was getting ready for dinner which included makeup for the first time in a while. Tan means less makeup. Yeah!!!! I was putting on my mascara when I noticed it. My nose. Damn! Really? The sunburn on my nose is peeling. This is not a big deal for other people. But, for me it is. In my twenties I had a precancerous spot on my nose frozen off. It is that spot. That same sick spot. That same damn spot. That spot that is peeling and pink whilst the rest of my face is brown.
So...I finished my mascara and put on my jewelry and decided to tell Adam later that night in bed, in the dark so I couldn't see the face he made. I didn't need to see it. I know the face he will make. I know it well. It is the face I love. The face that loves me more than I have ever been loved. The face that will be concerned and worried and stern all at the same time. I know it well.
But, here is the thing about being married to your best friend...sometimes you can't wait. Sometimes when you see his face and he smiles and you have something to say you just say it. You just blurt it out. And then you see the face and you remember why you were going to do it in the dark. Hmmm. And then you cry. Tears, not a lot, just a few that you try to smile through. And the family is on their way, so to stop the conversation, you tell him yes, you will go to the dr. But, no, not tomorrow. You are super busy. You have a list (of course) of things to do. Things you must do. And then you ask him to please move the furniture because you think it will look better if you switch the chairs. And it does.
I completely admit that this is probably a reaction multiplied by the finale of Grey's Anatomy where sweet Izzy dies from a brain tumor that started as skin cancer. But, I'm scared. I'm scared of what the dr may say. I'm scared it will be bad news. I'm scared of hospitals and needles. I'm scared of being sick and losing my hair which may seem silly and vain but I have good hair. I'm scared of dying. I know my earlier post said otherwise but I'm doing a take back. I have these sweet children that I need to raise and this man that I am so in love with I can't imagine life without. I don't want to go to the dr because he may change my life forever. And today is not the day. So, it can wait. If it is good news then I'm fine and it can wait. And if it is bad news it can most certainly wait. I will put it on my list of things to do. I have some time next week I think.
Sweet husband: Call the doctor
Me: I did and he said not to worry. I'm good and will live to be 125, too bad for you.
SH: Did you really?
Me: For shizzle
SH: Are you drunk:
Me: I wish
It is 10am so I am not drunk. Don't worry, dad. And I don't really wish I was...I just said that because I am FUNNY!
Here is the pretext to the above conversation. Yesterday I was getting ready for dinner. We were going out with the family to meet the new girl in my brother in laws life. Which I adore. She was good with my baby and she is cute and friendly and personable and I think she may be a keeper. We get to spend the whole weekend with her so I will let you know. But I digress. I was getting ready for dinner which included makeup for the first time in a while. Tan means less makeup. Yeah!!!! I was putting on my mascara when I noticed it. My nose. Damn! Really? The sunburn on my nose is peeling. This is not a big deal for other people. But, for me it is. In my twenties I had a precancerous spot on my nose frozen off. It is that spot. That same sick spot. That same damn spot. That spot that is peeling and pink whilst the rest of my face is brown.
So...I finished my mascara and put on my jewelry and decided to tell Adam later that night in bed, in the dark so I couldn't see the face he made. I didn't need to see it. I know the face he will make. I know it well. It is the face I love. The face that loves me more than I have ever been loved. The face that will be concerned and worried and stern all at the same time. I know it well.
But, here is the thing about being married to your best friend...sometimes you can't wait. Sometimes when you see his face and he smiles and you have something to say you just say it. You just blurt it out. And then you see the face and you remember why you were going to do it in the dark. Hmmm. And then you cry. Tears, not a lot, just a few that you try to smile through. And the family is on their way, so to stop the conversation, you tell him yes, you will go to the dr. But, no, not tomorrow. You are super busy. You have a list (of course) of things to do. Things you must do. And then you ask him to please move the furniture because you think it will look better if you switch the chairs. And it does.
I completely admit that this is probably a reaction multiplied by the finale of Grey's Anatomy where sweet Izzy dies from a brain tumor that started as skin cancer. But, I'm scared. I'm scared of what the dr may say. I'm scared it will be bad news. I'm scared of hospitals and needles. I'm scared of being sick and losing my hair which may seem silly and vain but I have good hair. I'm scared of dying. I know my earlier post said otherwise but I'm doing a take back. I have these sweet children that I need to raise and this man that I am so in love with I can't imagine life without. I don't want to go to the dr because he may change my life forever. And today is not the day. So, it can wait. If it is good news then I'm fine and it can wait. And if it is bad news it can most certainly wait. I will put it on my list of things to do. I have some time next week I think.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
10 Things Thursday
10 Things Thursday
Here a few of the many things I heard and thought at the jog-a-thon for my son's school today.
1. "You have big kahunas." This was from a teacher to me about wearing pants with something printed on my ass. My hot ass, I might add.
2. "That girl keeps catching up to me." A K4 little boy who was doing his best to keep away from the sweet little girl. That sweet little girl who was making eyes at him.
3. "I hope he isn't torturing her." My little boy took his sister for a lap in her stroller and when the girls in his class found out he had her, this is what one said to the other.
4. I think the mom that was running with her kids was wonderful. Every lap they did, she did with them. I should be that mom.
5. There was a mom who gave licorice with every lap you ran. My six year old did 18 laps...that, my friends, is a LOT of licorice. Luckily, my boy doesn't like licorice, however my nephew was doing laps with him so he got double licorice. Sorry sis.
6. "Do you know who I am out there, mom? Flash!" Ok, I didn't hear this but his mom told me the story and it was sweet. He was running so fast he became a superhero.
7. Why do we do this event here on the dirt track instead of on a track that would not turn our babies black?
8. Why oh why did that mom let her little girl come in her Easter dress and church shoes to run laps?
9. "I think that was my twelfth lap." My little boy told his teacher that right after he did his sixth lap. Hee hee. He was counting by sixes apparently.
10. "Did I win?" A little girl would ask this every time she ran a lap. She was in some sort of race. I'm not sure with who or what the prize was. I should have stayed around to find out. She may have been very disappointed to see they were just running to run.
Here a few of the many things I heard and thought at the jog-a-thon for my son's school today.
1. "You have big kahunas." This was from a teacher to me about wearing pants with something printed on my ass. My hot ass, I might add.
2. "That girl keeps catching up to me." A K4 little boy who was doing his best to keep away from the sweet little girl. That sweet little girl who was making eyes at him.
3. "I hope he isn't torturing her." My little boy took his sister for a lap in her stroller and when the girls in his class found out he had her, this is what one said to the other.
4. I think the mom that was running with her kids was wonderful. Every lap they did, she did with them. I should be that mom.
5. There was a mom who gave licorice with every lap you ran. My six year old did 18 laps...that, my friends, is a LOT of licorice. Luckily, my boy doesn't like licorice, however my nephew was doing laps with him so he got double licorice. Sorry sis.
6. "Do you know who I am out there, mom? Flash!" Ok, I didn't hear this but his mom told me the story and it was sweet. He was running so fast he became a superhero.
7. Why do we do this event here on the dirt track instead of on a track that would not turn our babies black?
8. Why oh why did that mom let her little girl come in her Easter dress and church shoes to run laps?
9. "I think that was my twelfth lap." My little boy told his teacher that right after he did his sixth lap. Hee hee. He was counting by sixes apparently.
10. "Did I win?" A little girl would ask this every time she ran a lap. She was in some sort of race. I'm not sure with who or what the prize was. I should have stayed around to find out. She may have been very disappointed to see they were just running to run.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Now or Later
Apparently, I am a procrastinator. I didn't know I was. But, I am. Like right now, right now I should be doing one of the many things on my list of things to do today. You know, clean the house, laundry, call for dr appts, mail invites for jewelry party, revise budget, go to grocery store, etc. But, instead I have read all the blogs I follow, checked my facebook, checked my email, watched The Hills (guilty pleasure)and am now writing. None of which is on the list. I might just put it on the list so I can cross it off. Hee hee.
I really don't have time to procrastinate. Tomorrow I have a jog-a-thon for my son's school. Friday I have a standing coffee date with my sweet friend Kelly and then my brother in laws new girlfriend (can I call her that yet) is coming in to town and we get to meet her. I have to get this stuff done today.
And I will...but, first I think I have a new magazine to read.
I really don't have time to procrastinate. Tomorrow I have a jog-a-thon for my son's school. Friday I have a standing coffee date with my sweet friend Kelly and then my brother in laws new girlfriend (can I call her that yet) is coming in to town and we get to meet her. I have to get this stuff done today.
And I will...but, first I think I have a new magazine to read.
Monday, May 18, 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.
Things I didn't do but did.
I did not wait all week to watch the two hour Grey's Anatomy finale and then not watch it because my besty could not watch it with me and that is what we do. She unfortunately is in Portland these days and we text while we watch. Yes that does make the dvr episodes a slight issue but I was not about to watch it without her.
I did not make my husband throw back the only fish he caught in the fishing derby because I was sitting on the live well with my six year old asleep in my lap and was not going to move and wake him.
I did not have on jeans and a dress when we were at the lake this weekend and when I got too hot I did not take off my jeans and give my dad a minor heart attack.
I did not spend the last two days trying to convince Adam that we should take a mini vaca to Portland to see Dane Cook.
I did not spend hours shopping on Etsy.com for hair pretties for my daughter and my niece. I also did not buy one for a sweet girl I know because it was named after her. And I won't tell you who it was for because her mama reads this blog and it would not be a surprise when it gets to Seattle. Hee hee.
Things I didn't do but did.
I did not wait all week to watch the two hour Grey's Anatomy finale and then not watch it because my besty could not watch it with me and that is what we do. She unfortunately is in Portland these days and we text while we watch. Yes that does make the dvr episodes a slight issue but I was not about to watch it without her.
I did not make my husband throw back the only fish he caught in the fishing derby because I was sitting on the live well with my six year old asleep in my lap and was not going to move and wake him.
I did not have on jeans and a dress when we were at the lake this weekend and when I got too hot I did not take off my jeans and give my dad a minor heart attack.
I did not spend the last two days trying to convince Adam that we should take a mini vaca to Portland to see Dane Cook.
I did not spend hours shopping on Etsy.com for hair pretties for my daughter and my niece. I also did not buy one for a sweet girl I know because it was named after her. And I won't tell you who it was for because her mama reads this blog and it would not be a surprise when it gets to Seattle. Hee hee.
8 Minute Mile
I'm awake. I do not want to be. But, alas I am. It was 11:21pm when I turned off the greys anatomy repeat and closed my eyes in search of a little beauty sleep. It was then at 11:32 that my sweet, beautiful, precious mini me, four month old decided to fuss. And then it was 11:40. And then 11:48. Seriously. She was averaging every 8 minutes. Do you know what you can do in 8 minutes? You can run a mile. Well, I can't yet, but some people can. You can sing 3 radio songs or one church one. You can catch up on your Facebook. You can shop on Etsy.com for sweet baby things. Or you can just about fall asleep. Yep, she did the 8 minute snooze alarm until 1:00am when she gave me a break. A twenty three minute break. Since then she has been in my lap. Yes, I tried to lay her down numerous times and yes she fusses again. This last time I picked her up she actually smiled at me and put her hand on my chin. Do you know what I love more than my babies hand on my face? Nothing. Not even sleep. Yes, I also know that she wants to sleep in my bed like her hero daddy lets her. Yes, I know that she doesn't need to be held and spoiled rotten. None of that matters in the middle of the night when I don't want her to wake Aidan or Adam. None of that matters when I truly believe that this will be the time she will let me lay her down and I can get some sleep. Ahhh, sleep. It sounds so lovely. I am tempted to just put her in my bed and get some much needed rest. But I had to break that habit with Aidan and I remember how fun that was. So here I sit with her in my lap and my arms stretched out to type.
Sleepy...so sleepy...
Sleepy...so sleepy...
Saturday, May 16, 2009
SPF15
How is it even possible that I am 31 years old and have another wicked sunburn??? When will I learn? When?
Friday, May 15, 2009
To Do...
I am a list maker. I make lists for everything. Everything. So, today here is my list of things to do. Things in italics are things added by Aidan.
Pick up Aidan from his dad's house.
Make brownies for school auction.
Go for walk while brownies bake.
Shower and wash hair. (Yes, I have to put that on the list)
Make lunch for Adam.
Watch movie with Aidan.
Drop off brownies at school.
Get Aidan a strawberry banana smoothie on the way downtown.
Go pay Britt for double stroller her mom found me.
Get money from Lisa for fab jewels.
Walk from there to Figpickles to get Adam a birthday present.
Get Aidan a new toy while we are there.
Stop and get fishing license.
Pack for Aidan since he is spending the night with Pappy.
Make sure Paps has marshmallows to roast on fire.
Pack for Flanagan Family Fishing Derby 2009 which is tomorrow. (I just decided it should be an annual tradition and gave it a name)
Go to birthday party at park for my nephew.
Go to swim lessons.
Drop off Aid at parents.
Go to school auction.
Get Aidan a surprise.
Don't let Adam see how much money I spend. I mean...Don't spend too much money.
Have sweet dreams.
Pick up Aidan from his dad's house.
Make brownies for school auction.
Go for walk while brownies bake.
Shower and wash hair. (Yes, I have to put that on the list)
Make lunch for Adam.
Watch movie with Aidan.
Drop off brownies at school.
Get Aidan a strawberry banana smoothie on the way downtown.
Go pay Britt for double stroller her mom found me.
Get money from Lisa for fab jewels.
Walk from there to Figpickles to get Adam a birthday present.
Get Aidan a new toy while we are there.
Stop and get fishing license.
Pack for Aidan since he is spending the night with Pappy.
Make sure Paps has marshmallows to roast on fire.
Pack for Flanagan Family Fishing Derby 2009 which is tomorrow. (I just decided it should be an annual tradition and gave it a name)
Go to birthday party at park for my nephew.
Go to swim lessons.
Drop off Aid at parents.
Go to school auction.
Get Aidan a surprise.
Don't let Adam see how much money I spend. I mean...Don't spend too much money.
Have sweet dreams.
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