Erm… Hmm…

I had something witty and awesome that I was going to post about last night, but I decided to go to bed early. Now I can’t remember what it is I was going to write about… it should come to me soon… hopefully… maybe… lol

Well enough of that. This weekend was a really nice weekend. We didn’t go do anything special or crazy but we were able to hang out at home and just relax. We finished up a few projects here and there, enjoyed the super awesome nice weather we’re having in Nowheresville, and just hung out as a family. I know I say this like every other post, but Nora is getting so big!! She’s figured out her walker so she is following me all around the house now.

The other day when I was fixing dinner and she was scooting around in the living room I got the first pant tug. I was stiring rice on the stove for dinner and felt this little tug tug on my pant leg. I turned around to see who it was (because the dog has a tendancy to snif and chew on me) and it was my Little. She scooted herself from the living room into the kitchen to find me. She tugged on my pants, looked up at me, stuck her tongue out, then smiled and scooted back into the living room. Lol. It was pretty much the most adoreable thing ever.

I also found her one of those wire and wooden bead toys that they used to have at the pediatricians offices. You know the wires on the wooden frame that have the different colors of wooden beads on them and look like a roller coaster?? I would post a picture if I could figure out how on this stupid WordPress blog…. anyway… we found her one and she just loves it. She’s just starting to sit up on her own so I plopped her down in front of it and her eyes lit up like there was nothing better in the world. Lol. She’s still working on her fine motor skills so she couldn’t really push and pull the beads along with wires yet but you could see her little mind exploding with awesome. Lol

Anyway… I need to get off here and eat breakfast and do responsible things. Lol until later Bloggies. πŸ™‚

Online

The light bulb just illuminated over my head this afternoon as I was perusing the internet for the umpteen billionth time today. I thought to myself, gee I spend so much time on line. I should probably be doing something better with my time. And then I realized that while I DO spend a whole lot of time online, it’s only after all of my other duties are done and when I am nursing my Little. Then I thought to myself, well why don’t I get out with friends and do something?? Oh yeah… that’s right. All of my friends live out of town and have jobs. Β They can’t go hang out at 11am during the week days. Being a stay at home mom is practically unheard of these days. I’m sure there are more out there in Nowheresville, but I have yet to encounter them. lol. Probably because we’re all sitting at home blogging and cleaning while the kids are napping. If we aren’t taking a nap ourselves anyway.

So it’s not that I choose to sit around and do nothing all day, my online things are my feeble attempt at human interaction with some one other than my seven month old. I NEED to be connected in some way to keep from going crazy. Believe me, if the opportunity arrises I am all about leaving the house for some actual hanging out time. On the weekends when Kevin is home we are hardly ever in the house for more than an hour or two at a time. lol. Anyway…

That was just my profound thought of the day. It’s not a long one, but it’s whateves…. ALSO the new Sweet and Sour Chicken Helper? AMAZINGLY AWESOME. I am going to work this into our weekly meal rotation. It actually has a lot less sodium than sweet and sour from a restaurant and it is just as delicious. πŸ™‚ Yes… now I’m going to go eat another bowl… lol until later Bloggies. πŸ™‚

On a Mission

My Hubs needs a new spine. Not to say that he is SPINELESS, but literally he needs a new spine. It’s really been bothering him here lately and I am trying to convince him that he needs to go see a doctor. It is my new mission to get him in to the doctor to see about fixing his back. Not in like an annoying nagging way, but… well okay so it probably will be an annoying nagging way, but it’s only because I care and don’t want him to be in constant pain.

Besides that, right now is the perfect time to do it. We’ve paid off a lot of our bills, we’ve adjusted to baby expenditures, we have excellent insurance, and the house is paid for we just have to pay my parents and utilities. If ever there was a time that he should undergo major surgery it would be now. Not that I ever WANT him to undergo major surgery, but if he has to he has to y’know?Β 

He crushed a whole bunch of disks before I met him, and has neglected them until this point. I know it’s really bothering him because he’s been talking about it a lot. He HAS to be in googles of pain to keep mentioning it because he is like me. He won’t go to the doctor unless he is crippled in pain or next to death. It’s pretty serious.Β 

Anyway… I’ve been putting off my NaNo writing all day running around doing errands and what nots so it’s time to get serious with that. Until later Bloggies!

Test Test Test

This is just a test post to see if all my links and networking stuffs are working properly. There is also a nifty follow button for those of you who might find your way here… just saying. πŸ˜‰

Dog Gone It!!

My dog in all his exhuberence has fractured or severely sprained my ankle. He was trying to bolt out the door after some door to door sales person this afternoon and when I grabbed him and tried to pull him back inside he twisted around knocking me off balance and I fell, then he lost his balance and fell on top of my foot. I didn’t loose him, but it was quite a spectacle I’m sure. Oh well, I have no shame, and I got a great deal on the internet service the sales man was peddling. lol. Even if he wasn’t a legit sales person and instead a creeper scoping out houses to break into, do you think he’s going to come to the house where I wrassled a 90lb dog to the ground as he was trying to lunge and jump at some one? lol I’m surprised he didn’t just turn around and run away. lol.

Anyway… my ankle now has a giant bruised knot in it where my heel should be. It looks like I have a tumor or a plum growing out of my calf. It’s pretty intense and it hurts a WHOLE bunch, but at least it’s not broken. I don’t think anyway. I can still wiggle my toes and while it hurts it isn’t some life altering hobbling pain. It just really smarts. I can still walk on it too, but this is all coming from the lady who didn’t even realize she was in labor until the very end. lol. If it gets any worse after a nice hot soak this evening I guess I’ll limp my way in for an xray. I really don’t want to do that. Partially because I don’t have anyone to watch the Little, and I don’t want to go to the hospital by myself.Β 

I’m still not a fan of doctors other than my awesome OB of course, and I do my best to avoid them at all cost lol. Anyway… Nora is fussing so I better go see what she needs. Until later Bloggies. πŸ™‚

Branching Out

I discovered something about my creative writing skills today. I am stuck in one genre. When I started out with my CampNaNo adventure I had originally wanted to write a humor piece on the hilarity that would ensue if dyslexic zombies were roaming around looking for Brians instead of brains. That was the whiz bang idea that I stumbled upon in mid March and thought it was going to be sooooo easy to write. Turns out I was wrong. I started writing, and ended up scrapping two different beginnings to this novel because it just wasn’t flowing. I couldn’t write it satirically and full of humor. Apparently my darker side comes out in my creative writing because I can only write terribly depressing things. lol. At least when I’m left to my own creative devices. I guess I need to work on that after I finish this month.Β 

I think it’s kind of odd personally. When I first started writing it was nothing but small little humorous quips and children’s books. I mean I guess I was technically a child when I started writing in third or fourth grade… I don’t remember actually. I remember the characters and story lines, but I don’t remember how old I was. Then when I actually accomplished my first novel of substance I was 14 and it was right after the attacks on September 11th. I guess I saw the darker side of the world after that, and one of the ways I could cope with it was to write.Β 

In case you haven’t figured that out yet, writing is pretty much how I cope with things. lol. That and painting. Give me some acrylic paints and a canvas and you’ll get a masterpiece of I’m depressed or stressed out. Anyway… I should stop procrastinating and get back to my NaNo writing… until later Bloggies. πŸ™‚

Pondering

GAH. WORDPRESS!!!! Why won’t you let me upload photos?!

Anyway… there is a photo that has this quote on it:

“Do you ever wish you had a second chance to meet some one again for the first time?”

This photo has been popping up in my daily internet browsing and awful lot lately, and today while I am procrastinating on my CampNaNo novel it struck me as very profound. I thought about a lot of people who have come and gone in my life and to be 100% honest I don’t think there is anyone who I want to go back and do things differently with. I’m kind of one of those people in the camp that believes everything happens for a reason though, so I don’t really have any regrets. I mean some times I get day dreamy and wonder what life would be like had things turned out differently, but it never compares to the life I live now in which I am completely fulfilled and happy so… I mean, I guess the day dreamyness is kind of in my nature too. Being a writer of fiction, and ultra creative it’s fun to come up with these wild and crazy scenerios of how life would be. I don’t just do it with my life either. Kevin and I always talk about how crazy our lives would be/have been if things had been different. It always ends up in some completely outlandish often times tongue in cheek fantasy which we both laugh at. lol. Isn’t that kind of how we as humans are though? I mean we’re made to ponder the unknown that’s how we’ve advanced as a society over all of these years. Right? Anyway… that’s all I have to say about that. Now I should stop pondering about my life and start creating some lives for NaNo. lol Until later Bloggies. πŸ™‚

April Fool

I thought about writing some giant long drawn out elaborate post about some taboo subject and starting a riot today, but then I realized if I were going to write some giant long drawn out thing it should probably be my CampNaNoWriMo novel. Lol. So no April Fools post here this year. Except maybe a mini rant about why I loaded myself down with too many projects this month and how I’m kind of stressing out about it. Lol. I would be the only April Fool here in that case. Yeah… I decided to participate in CampNaNoWriMo a few weeks ago before I realized I needed to move completely out of the apartment, entertain my Little, finish the house so we would have a place to move all of our junk to, and take care of the dog. It’s pretty much what I’ve been doing for the past several weeks but now I have to find time to write. It’s all good though. I mean I don’t HAVE to write, so that takes a lot of the pressure off. It really helps hone in my writing skills too by participating in these little NaNo adventures. I mean if I can write for fun with all of these distractions and what nots I should be able to get a job writing some where and it will be a breeze. πŸ™‚ Anyway since I’m working on my NaNo stuffs my brain is fried and I can’t think of anything else to say. Lol until later Bloggies. πŸ™‚

Oh, Well That’s Comforting

Kevin and I were busily shuffling things down from the apartment to the Jeep in our efforts to get the moving process started when we noticed an unusual delivery across the way. Some one had ordered SEVEN CASES of baby formula via UPS and we watched the UPS guy cart it into the next building. We couldn’t for the life of us understand why anyone would need seven CASES of the stuff until later that evening when we were sharing our weird experience with our sister in law. I guess this has been a thing for a while, but apparently baby formula is now the go to product to make and sell meth. AWESOME. There is more than likely (only because I KNOW nobody has ten kids in that building) a meth lab somewhere on the apartment grounds. We’re actually really suspicious of one of our neighbors because of the toxic smells escaping from their appartment. Kevin thought it was just paint, new carpet, and bleach from some one moving out… except that no one has moved out. Except us, but y’know. We still have a lot of our stuff there and we spend about half the time there as at the house.

On the one hand it makes me feel a little better about feeling ultra creeped out and having the feeling that some one it watching me while I’m at the house, because in all reality some one from the Drug Task Force probably IS watching me since I’m constantly going back and forth from the house to the shady apartment complexes and I have a six month old. She’s not on formula but if I was part of some meth ring she would be excellent cover. And you know the fact that I had a privacy fence built and have beware of dog signs plastered all over the house. I guess I do unintentionally look suspicious.

At any rate… we’re finishing the flooring and moving completely into the house asap. The third bedroom still isn’t QUITE done but at this point I don’t care. I don’t need Nora around any drug making activities. I really don’t want her around any drug USING activities either, but these days just walking out of the house in Nowheresville you run into users.

OH speaking of running into people, I found out the most ironic twist of fate happened to the woman who accosted me for my muffin top a few weeks ago. I guess my sister in law went to high school with her and she lives down the street from Kevin’s dad so it was pretty big news. Apparently she had a baby yesterday, and had no idea she was pregnant until giving birth at her friends house in the bathroom. Yeah. Now to be honest when I saw her she had the pregnant waddle going on which is part of the reason I didn’t snap back with a witty retort… well that and my better judgment on how to treat people, but y’know. I thought to myself: “oh well she’s a bigger gal, but she really looks pregnant too” I only saw her for a brief moment in the parking lot and I knew she was pregnant, but she swears she had no idea and neither did her family nor friends. Maybe it was one of those you have to be outside of the situation things to notice it? I don’t know, but it did make me feel worlds better about my “muffin top”. Lol

Anyway… Nora is fussing so I better go see what she needs. Until later Bloggies. πŸ™‚

I Have A Confession

I hate showering in new places. It’s one of the things I hate most about moving. It’s a silly little completely irrational fear, but I just hate it. Being in a new place where I can’t hear when the water is running and behind the curtain where I can’t see… I always feel like some one is sneaking up on me, especially in bathrooms with windows. Thankfully both of our bathrooms are sans window so I get over it rather quickly after the first shower, but it is still an annoying irrational fear.

I also have this super insane fear of leaving our new house after dark. Normally that isn’t a problem but with this house I am ultra creeped out. My spine literally tingles and I feel like some one is waiting in the shadows watching me. It’s probably our neighbors… they are incredibly nosey, and very particular with what we do to and around our house. It also gives me the heeby jeebies that they way the neighborhood was layed out you can see into one window of every house on the block from every window of our house. It’s the way the neighborhood was built way back in the day, but I sincerely don’t like it.

Alright, it’s late and Nora has a doctors appointment in the morning. I’m going to hide under my covers from the boogie man. Lol until later Bloggies. πŸ™‚