Thursday, November 27, 2008
I'm actually working day shift now! Whoo-hoo! I got a promotion (yay!) so now I get to work "normal people hours". This past week was my first week doing it, so I am not used to it at all. I think I'll like it just fine, though. The downside? I'm working today and tomorrow because of staffing issues. (Boo!) I can't complain, though.
Well, I should go back to work now. I would say I would post again soon, but we all know how that goes!
Have a Happy Thanksgiving!
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Friday, July 25, 2008
Now it's off to go swimming. (and then I get to work all night. Whoo-hoo. Can you feel my excitement?)
I hope everyone has a nice weekend!
Monday, July 21, 2008
As a quick little vent: The toddler toy in the Chick Fil A meal was a book that promises to teach values to my child. Please don't. First, it's not a fast food place's business to teach my kid anything. Second, please don't mix my fast food and religion. Do Not Want.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
We didn't do much over the weekend. We went swimming today, which was nice.
Ok. So here are my goals for this week. (As if anyone cares! LOL) I will follow Weight Watchers all week and will not give in to the urges for milkshakes and cherry icees. I will get Sam's drawers (the dresser kind, not underwear) clean and make room for new school clothes. Rounding out my list: clean the dining room and all of the shelves to make it all organized. We'll see if this happens.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
I really need to hop back on the Weight Watchers bus again because I am gaining weight back like crazy. (Eating dinner at the Varsity is not the healthiest meal choice.)
Some people have other addictions. I am addicted to food/eating. I seriously need help. Because onion rings and apple pies are not worth me falling over with a heart attack. (and) Honestly, I feel ridiculous ordering a diet coke with chili dogs and onion rings.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Monday, July 14, 2008
Anywho, today is my boy's birthday and I totally plan on posting about it tomorrow. For now, I'm going to put up some laundry and go to bed.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Monday, June 16, 2008
Yesterday, we played on the back porch. Sam played on one of those inflatable water slides and Em played in a baby pool. Well, the baby pool is actually an infant bath tub...
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Please click here to read a much better post regarding this. (This guy said it way better than I ever could!)
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
I plan on getting some age appropriate adoption books this week and we will read them together. Hopefully that will help us out.
Monday, June 9, 2008
Who would have thought all of those years ago that we would have even gotten married? We've been together for nine, almost ten, years. When we met, he called me a lightning rod because of my piercings. I called him "normal" because he wore khakis and polo shirts. Today, he is still the sensible one of us. He is the stable to my unstable and the calm to my chaos. We may have our disagreements, but he is always by my side.
Each year I'm amazed that he's decided to stick with my crazy ways and I am grateful. Here's to many, many, many more years.
Saturday, June 7, 2008
started to play over the speakers: "Reunited". (and) It felt so good.
Of course, as I finished my breakfast another song came on. "Solid
(as a Rock)". I guess that was someone trying to remind me of the
state of my arteries.
before we are actually home, though.
We had a great time and, like the end of all vacations, I am wishing
we had just a few more days. I miss my puppies and cats, however, so
it will be good to get home.
Now, if we could only stop for a yummy bad for me (read: lots of
gravy, bacon and sausage!) breakfast...
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
the kids were super hyper. (Because vacation? With Nana and
Grandaddy? Let's totally act like little heathens and get away with
We went out on a boat today and went to Shell Island; that was
beautiful. Of course, I didn't get sunscreen on my back. It is now
lobster red. I'll post a picture, complete with glorious back fat,
after we finish dinner.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Saturday, May 31, 2008
have gotten in three fights. No one has asked if we are there yet, so
that's a positive.
I figured out this mobile blogging thing, so I have a feeling that
I'll be blogging a lot more than normal.
Friday, May 30, 2008
Friday, May 23, 2008
First on the agenda? Breakfast at Cracker Barrel! YUMMY. Nothing says "Have a Happy Healthy Birthday" like gravy, sausage, biscuits and hashbrown casserole. I can feel my arteries clogging already! Then, we'll go to a local flea market so Bill can look for Hot Wheels. We'll have some time to kill after that but second, we're going to see "Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull". I'm so looking forward to seeing that! (I may joke that Bill is a big dork, but I think we can all tell that I am probably the bigger dork.) We'll have a few hours to spare after the movie and then we're going to eat yummy yummy dinner at The Melting Pot. The Melting Pot is my favorite all time restaurant.
So, I have a question for anyone reading out there. We are in need of new mattresses. We are considering the memory foam mattresses. Does anyone have an opinion about those?
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Monday, May 19, 2008
I can always count on my little guy to make me smile. (My other reason to smile is at her Papa's today.)
Sunday, May 18, 2008
I feel over worked and under appreciated.
I've written this post several times already and I've deleted every one of them. I don't want to sound ungrateful for the things that I have. I have the two most beautiful children in the world. I have a great husband. I have a job; I have a car; I have many things that others may not be able to afford. I feel like I should emphasize that my feeling of being over worked has nothing to do with being a mother...at all. It's everything else. Working night shift, getting far less sleep than I need, cleaning up constantly...it's a lot. It's never ending, actually. Now I feel like I should say that I wouldn't change my life at all - I just wish I could juggle it a bit better. I want a house that I'm not embarrased about people coming into. I want clean floors and less clutter. I want more time and energy to clean. I want to make a lot of home improvements that are going to cost a fair amount of money and lots of time...time that I don't have right now. I want to be able to go one month and save money. Gah...I want, I want, I want. As much as I want to delete this post, I'm not going to. Maybe I'll read it again in a month and realize I have nothing to complain about and Jebus, what in the hell was wrong with me when I wrote this.
*Because I'm superstitious, plus my habit of feeling guilty over every single thing: I want to say that I am glad I have a job; I wouldn't trade my husband or kids for anything in the world (including a clean house and all the sleep I can possibly imagine). Even though the night shift hours are not my favorite, it's the best for our family. It means no daycare for the kids; one of us is always home with them. Really. It's true.*
In my head, this post was going to be eloquent and it sounded much better than when I typed it out. Now I feel like a brat and a complainer. Uggh...perhaps I should just stop now before this gets worse.
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Yesterday, I bought him some of those Hulk smash hand thingies. He loves them. He has been running around yelling "I AM the Incredible Hunk! I will SMASH you!".
Hunk angry! Hunk will smash you!
Thursday, May 15, 2008
I've just reached a point where I feel like everything is weighing down on me: work, family things, etc. I just need a break. Of course, riding in a car for 5 or 6 hours straight with the kids may make me change my mind about going on vacation! Emma is good for about an hour (at most) before she starts whining to get out of her seat. Sam is an excellent traveler and will sit for hours on end as long as he has some form of entertainment.
Sorry I don't have anything else to write about. I'm just feeling kind of blah....
Sunday, May 11, 2008
I'm at work now (Boo!), but I spent the day with Bill and the kids. It was terrific. Sam made some hearts for me. Bill told Sam to help me with some random thing today and Sam asked why. Bill told him it was Mother's Day. Sam just rolled his eyes and asked, "Why does it have to be Mother's Day? That's just silly!".
Back to work for now.
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
On March 14, we celebrated five years of our Samiches being home. Five years. Where does the time go? I can remember so vividly when we first got our referral call. It was after 8pm and I was in the shower. Bill was on his way home from work. The phone rang and I answered it, thinking Bill was just calling to say he was running late or something. It was our agency. Would we be interested in a boy born in July (it was the middle of August)? Of course I'll go check my email right away. I knew, before even checking my email, that I was about to see a picture of our son. The world somehow felt completely different. I opened my email and anxiously opened up the email from our agency. Before reading the medical information or anything else, I clicked on the first photo attachment. A beautiful baby boy. Our baby boy. Our son. (Please note: He is also very much his birth mother's son. Please don't think I have forgotten about her.) At that point, Bill finally got home. (I had called him and told him that the agency called. No, I wasn't patient enough to wait until he got home to look at the baby's pictures.) I led Bill to the computer and silently showed him the pictures. We looked at the medicals. We both knew that this was our son. Calls were made to our families and to the agency. The next morning, we were faxing POAs and getting things overnighted to the agency.
In February, we finally got the call. PGN had approved our adoption. Sam was legally our son. In March, we met him for the first time and brought him home. Life has never been the same.
Finally meeting everyone after getting off the airplane.
Sam's first bath at home. Look at that face!
Our sweet boy five years later.