Suburban Bliss


This is the literal House of Hale, and apparently my next door neighbor can’t STAND the way I do the yard work. He hates our fence, complains about the way I now my yard, and the fact that I don’t weed eat to clean up around my mailbox. My house is apparently unkempt.

If that’s unkempt his house is a disaster with his yard filled with weeds and tree stumps galore. I admit the other day when I was mowing the lawn I was in a hurry and forgot a patch. You know that patch of grass between the sidewalk and the street? Yep that’s what I forgot and I didn’t even notice until it was too late to fix it so I had to fix it the next day. This neighbor of epic tact goes across the street after a few beers and starts consorting with our other neighbor. It’s kind of funny really because he is a loud drunk, so here I am putting Nora in her car seat and out of the neighbors garage I hear: “who does that? Who mows their grass like that? It looks terrible.” Oh it took a whole lot of self control not to waltz over and tell him off. A LOT.

Mostly because Kevin is working a lot of hours right now. I’m pretty much taking care of the dog, the baby, the house, the move, AND the yard. It’s a lot to keep up with. That and the fact that I can only be outside for short periods of time with Nora breaks up my plans over several different days. It all gets done, some things more haphazard than others but it is all done and taken care of. The only time these particular neighbors have ever even spoken to us was to complain about something. No hi welcome to the neighbor hood or anything just complain complain complain!! Not even directly to us either, I always happen to be outside when he goes off on a rant. I have a knack for that lol.

There is still quite a bit of work to be done on the exterior of the house. I’m not saying that this stuff doesn’t need to be done, but this week is one of the very first very few warm days we’ve had this year. When I have to limit myself to about twenty minutes of outside work time per day and this is the first consecutive week we’ve had where I’ve been able to get outside everyday and a lot got accomplished this week. I don’t understand why my home and the way I care for it is such an offense to this guy. It’s like I’m living in jr high or something. The rest of the neighbors are okay. I mean we’re not best friends or anything but we’re neighborly. It’s just that one guy.

Psh I’m actually kind of amused by the whole thing. Both the fact that he thinks he runs the neighborhood and that I’m apparently really annoying the crap out of him. I kind of want to get some of the most obnoxious gawky lawn ornaments and put them all over on his side of the house just because I can lol.

Anyway I haven’t had lunch yet and it’s like 5pm lol I need to eat before I fall over. Until later Bloggies!!

Fields of Death, and Captain Kevin


This amazingly beautiful field is a field full of Ragweed. I am insanely allergic to ragweed thus the cause of my puffy swollen eyes and runny nose and hacking cough. This is also most likely the cause of Nora’s discomfort here the past few days. I’d never actually seen ragweed before I just knew I was allergic to it. Now I’m living in a place with entire fields full of it!! Lol. At least now that I know what it is I can counteract it. You know, by living in a bubble until winter. Lol.

In other news, the impending sewage flood was narrowly averted by Dad Hale. It took him almost three hours to clean out the massive root ball that has taken over our main sewer line but we got it! The actual line probably needs to be completely replaced, but as long as my plumbing is functional I really could care less about that right now. It does explain why our lawn is so well fertilized, which is kind of gross to think about but I grew up in a neighborhood with septic systems. I played in the mud and wound up with an amazing immune system because of it. Lol. SOOOOOOOOO… I’m just going to choose to not think about it anymore and live on.

The clean up is going okay I guess I mean how well can cleaning up things filled with sopping wet sewer water be?? Thankfully it’s just the one bathtub that had things sitting in it, and the back up was never bad enough to actually spill onto the floor or carpets. It really could have been a lot worse.

Lol last night Kevin really needed to take a shower after helping his dad with the whole sewer clean out mess, but since I ran Drano through the drains the night before he didn’t want to use bleach to clean the tub. Which I guess makes sense, but it has been over 48hrs I don’t think a little bleach going down the drain will hurt it now especially after we ran water through everything like crazy last night to help flush the remaining root ball out of the way. But Kevin insisted that he didn’t want to use bleach, so we sat there and thought for a moment until a thought crossed my mind. When we had our fridge moved over from my parents house there was a bottle of coconut rum left in the door. It was some that we had bought when we where living in Ohio. He went to the fridge, took a swig, gagged because it had gotten much more potent over the years and said: yep that’ll work. Lol so yes. He cleaned the bathtub with rum. It worked and now my bathroom has a presently coconut smell lol.

Anyway Nora is fussing and ready for her lunch. Until later Bloggies!!

Fire and Water

It’s only Monday and already this week is shaping up to be an exciting and trying week. Yesterday a cousin of mine lost her home in a fire, and today our sewer system is backed up and we have standing water in our tubs and the toilets are out of commission. Thankfully I was paying attention when the plumbing started going wacky so we didn’t actually have a flood of sewage spewing out everywhere, but it’s still kind of a possibility until we can figure out what’s going on. I’m actually kind of hoping that it is our own personal pipes and not the sewer system itself. We can fix our personal plumbing, but we can’t fix the city sewer systems.

If you remember, back a few weeks ago when we had all the crazy flooding the sanitary sewers started spewing everywhere, so there is clearly something wrong with them. Which I mean I guess it’s time for something to go wrong with them since they’ve been in place since the 70’s and there are a lot more homes tapped into the lines. Like too many. They never thought the city population would explode like it did I guess, but the lines just aren’t built for the needs of the city.

Blah. My brain is frazzled. There is so much going on I can’t keep everything straight. Nora has developed a terrible allergic reaction to something, she is stuffed up, her eyes are red and puffy, and she is miserable. She keeps rubbing her little nose and clearing her throat. It breaks my heart seeing her all stuffed up and uncomfortable, but there really isn’t anything I can do except provide extra snuggles and tissues. We’re not entirely sure what she might be allergic to unless it’s just all the pollen and what nots in the air. That’s really the only thing that’s changed in the past few days which is when she started feeling yucky. I thought it might have been a cold since the weather has been wacky and she’s been chilly the past few days, but she isn’t feverish. Other than her sinuses she has been very active and happy as usual, so it doesn’ seem like a cold.

I’ve actually been dealing with itchy eyes myself. I’m really surprised that the plants are spitting out pollen like their lives depend on it this year. The past two years it’s been so hot and dry pollen hasn’t really been an issue. I haven’t had problems with pollen in a really long time.

Anywhoo… It’s really late and I need to get to bed. Until later Bloggies! 🙂

Mommy Wars

I am baffled. Like completely confused by this entire concept of “Mommy Wars”.  I also don’t understand the concept of Mommy Guilt. Even as a parent, I just don’t get it. I’m not perfect by any means. I’ve made mistakes along the way, even in Nora’s short eight month life, but I am not dwelling on them and fretting over them, nor am I worried about how Nora will “turn out” as a result of a mistake I have made.

I like anyone else want the very best for my child. Sincerely, I do. On my quest to give her the very best I make decisions about everything from what she wears to what she eats. Who she associates with, who I associate with, the way I present myself, how I teach her about the world, what she watches on tv, everything. I have complete and utter confidence that the decisions I make are the best for Nora. I’m not saying they are the best for ALL children, but for my kids? Yep that’s what we’re doing.

I don’t understand why people take offense by the things that I chose for my own family. I don’t go around parading telling everyone that my way is the absolute best way and all others pale in comparison. I don’t try to convince parents with opposing view points that they should do things my way, I don’t even bring it up in discussion when my parenting differs from another’s. It doesn’t matter how some one else raises their kid. Unless they are physically/mentally causing harm to their child it is none of my business. I am completely okay with this.

Why do so many other people feel the need to defend themselves and their decisions? I will defend my stance if I am attacked, but I know the difference between an actual attack on my parenting and a difference of opinion. I mean I don’t even know really what to say. The concept is completely foreign to me. It is outside my realm of understanding. 

Maybe it’s because I’ve never really been subjected to a peer group. Being so much older than my siblings, and homeschooled I’ve pretty much always done my own thing. Even when it wasn’t the popular thing to do. Even the few years I went to school it was never an issue. Well, it was never an issue for me. The rest of the class and teaching staff thought I was psychologically troubled, but y’know. Maybe I am psychologically troubled and that’s why I can’t figure this thing out? lol. 

The reason I bring all this up is because there is a heated debate going on surrounding Similac’s new advertising campaign. In an extremely paraphrased nutshell it’s something like this: Simlac doesn’t judge, so why should you? Let’s put an end to Mommy Wars. Then it list the reasons that it’s product is just as good as breastmilk for your child. Now here’s the thing, formula is NOT scientifically up to par with breastmilk, just yet. I’m not saying that if you chose to give your child formula you are a bad parent or neglecting their nutritional needs, because you’re not. It is a completely viable option to provide children with the necessary nutrition to grow up and become healthy adults. It’s not like people who chose formula are feeding their kids poison, but it’s just not breast milk. That’s a fact.

Having said that, do you want to know the honest reason I chose to breastfeed vs giving Nora formula? IT’S FREE. Yeah, that’s right. I’m cheap, so I chose breastfeeding. Breastfeeding sucks. It takes so much time, it’s uncomfortable, all of her feeding up until recently fell completely on me, getting out to do things just for me is next to impossible. It is a serious commitment. If I had to go back to work Nora would most certainly be eating formula, and I don’t have a problem with that other than the strain it would put on our finances. 

So y’know, I’m not some high and mighty Breast is Best crusader, it just works for us. If formula works for you? Great! Feed your kid formula. It doesn’t affect me one way or the other so…? Why is that such a hard concept to grasp for people? Why is it such a heated debate? Why is it causing friction between parents?  Why are people offended? Please, some one explain this to me. I seriously don’t get it.

Anyway… I need to get some dishes done while Nora is napping. She’s doing fine btw. We went to the doctor today for a weight check today since she hadn’t really gained any weight between her four and six month appointments and the doctor gave her a good once over to double check for any issues after her tumble. She gained weight, and other than being a bit sore has no lasting major injuries from her fall. *happy dance* lol. Until later Bloggies. 🙂

The Misadventures of Acrobaby

Hello Bloggies! Yes I have survived a week of hard core cleaning and packing. There is still much to be done at the apartment, but with Kevin helping me this weekend it should go a lot faster. 🙂

In other news, while I was finishing up at the apartment this evening Nora and I were sitting on the couch playing. She had my purse in her hand and she was pulling on the straps. I had my arm behind her to keep her from slipping off the edge, but some how when she pulled back on a strap she gained enough momentum to topple over my arm and onto the floor. It was only a fall from 10 inches, and since she flipped she landed mostly on her butt before rolling back and smacking her head but I have never been more panicked in my entire life. I don’t even think she was on the ground for more than a few seconds before I scooped her up since I was sitting right there, but it completely took my breath away. She fussed for a few moments out of surprise, but she wasn’t hurt. No bumps, knots, bruises or broken bones. THANK GOD. Oh it was terrifying. 

I mean she’s getting to the age where she is incredibly mobile compared to her newborn days so accidents are inevitable, I know, but still. I’m just thankful that it was from the couch at the apartment and not our new couch at the house. If she had fallen from the new couch she would have fallen like sixteen inches onto hard floor. I feel really good about our choice of doctors though after this incident. When I called to make sure Nora didn’t need to be seen right away and was describing what happened the doctor gasped just as if it were her own kiddo that had fallen. Having a doctor who is also a mother just makes things easier, at least in my opinion. 

Oh what else has happened this week? Yesterday there was a strange man in a silver Jetta that took a picture of my house for no apparent reason. I happened to be outside when it happened, and looked up at him asked what he was doing and instead of explaining himself he sped away. I ran after him screaming and yelling for a few houses then I immediately called the police. I mean sure, there are a number of legit reasons that some one could have been taking a picture of my house, but all of those reasons should have included a polite explanation from the photographer. I wasn’t mad that he was taking pictures until he refused to identify himself. I just wanted to know WHY he was taking a picture.

Today some one else pulled up to my neighbor’s house and snapped a picture. I was also outside for that one, and she saw me staring at her trying to figure out what she was doing. Instead of zipping away like a criminal she pulled up to my driveway and explained that she was with a mortgage company and they were doing a mortgage assessment. I told her that some one was taking pictures of my house yesterday and that we didn’t have a mortgage which is why I was suspicious of her. She said as far as she knew it wasn’t some one from her company, but I’m betting since she arrived at nearly the EXACT same time as the Jetta guy that he was from her company and just took a picture of the wrong address. Which kind of put me a little more at ease, but still. She was polite and I didn’t chase her down the street yelling and screaming. Jetta guy was shady and rude thus earning the Wrath of Kelli. Or “Halefire” lol.

Other than that the rest of the week has been pretty boring. lol. I wake up take care of the Little and do chores. lol. Anyway… it’s time to go rouse the Little from her nap to check her out. It’s going to be a long night checking on her every few hours, but I doubt I will be sleeping anyway. Until later Bloggies!

Mailbox Money

So, three years ago I lost my job and fought tooth and nail with US Bank to get some mortgage assistance and rework my payments for my house. We battled it out for 18 months, but in the end I decided that it wasn’t worth it so we surrendered it to them. It wasn’t truly a foreclosure, but it wasn’t exactly a sale either. They gave me money and I moved out. I had default insurance which paid off the remaining balance of the mortgage and that was that. 

During the whole process they kept sending notifications to 1425 Park St, which was NOT my address. It was 1424 Park St. The notices found their way to my house because we live in a small town and the mail carrier guessed that it was supposed to be 1424 since there ISN’T a 1425 and it had my name on it. Either way, it was negligence on the part of the bank for not keeping their stuff in order. Apparently they did this to a lot of people who were more upset about losing their homes than I was. Those people filed a class action law suite. They WON their case, and after careful review of the processes surrounding the whole deal with my house I got a $3,000 check in the mail yesterday as a part of the settlement.  

I mean in all reality we could have taken them to court and fought it on some wishy washy grounds that they took advantage of us and blah blah, but the long and short of it is this. It’s been three years, there is another family living in the house currently, and I’m not about to kick some other family out on the street just because the bank made a mistake three years ago. That and during the whole thing we living in the house for free. I was waiting to hear back about my application for assistance so I never made any payments. It’s not like I was making payments and they started foreclosure proceedings anyway, I wasn’t paying. As far as I was concerned it was just the fault of the bank for everything going to the wrong address, and it was annoying but nothing to start an uproar over. Especially since Kevin’s job was up in the air, we were probably going to be moving sooner than later anyway, and I completely got screwed when I bought the house. It was completely falling apart, should NEVER have passed inspection, and really wasn’t fit to live in. I didn’t discover this until AFTER I moved in and lived there for a little while, but really, it was a blessing in disguise for the bank to mess up like that. 

I was completely content just to be out of there scott free, and now they’re giving me money! For one little digit on an address I got $3,000. In addition to the money they gave me when we moved out! I actually profited more than I paid on the house at this point, and lived there for free for 18 months! lol. 

I am living proof that it pays to be honest and do the right thing. Maybe not right away, but it does. We decided to split it up $1k a piece to spend willy nilly and $1k to save responsibly. I’m feeling very rewarded for my integrity here lately. It’s nice. 🙂 

Until later Bloggies. 🙂

I Don’t Care If You Read This

Bloggies, here’s the deal. I sit down at my computer every morning and type out my posts because writing things down helps me organize my crazy mush of a brain. I wrote for practically a year before I gained my first follower, and even now after switching to WordPress and taking a giant hit as far as views go, I’m still here faithfully writing and not whoring myself out to gain more followers and more views. I’m just writing for me. 

When I address you, (Bloggies) I’m not addressing a SPECIFIC set of people, I’m addressing whomever stumbles across my blog. It’s not FOR you, it’s not to EARN any validation FROM you. It’s me keeping a collection of funny stories somewhere other than a notebook hidden under my pillow. Why did I chose a blog over a diary? Because I don’t like keeping things a secret. I don’t HAVE to share my thoughts with the world or become the next big thing on the internet, but I do take comfort in the fact that even my most private rants aren’t a secret stuffed somewhere, with them the anticipation of confrontation about any number of things. 

I am completely FED UP with people telling me why I PERSONALLY blog. I know there are a lot of people out there who DO use this medium to try to get famous or as some sort of weird pseudo validation from peers. I understand that, but do not ASSUME because I participate in a medium over run with insecure, fame monsters that I am one. I’ve said this before, and I will probably be saying it until blogging is no longer trendy and a thing of the past, but STOP ASSUMING.

It’s annoys me, GREATLY. Especially when articles get published about “over sharing” your kids lives scars them emotionally, and you know it’s going to immediately be pushed into popular opinion that those parents with blogs are abusive towards their children, and then CPS will get involved and yatta yatta drama and stupidity. I don’t think I over share, but there are those who think posting ANYTHING about my kids/life/family is over sharing and to them I say get over it and mind your own. When Nora is old enough to be online and if she reads something about herself here on my blog I can guarentee you it won’t be anything I haven’t already discussed with her, nor will it be anything embarassing. 

The stories I share here are sweet, innocent, and cute. The same stories that have been passed on about children for eons in books, letters, whatever. It’s part of being a parent, and for some one to suggest that caring enough about my kids to pay attention to their daily lives and document it is abusive? HA! I guess I’m just an abusive Childist then. Not fit to be a parent. (That is sarcasm for those who can’t figure that out) GRRRRRRR…

Anyway, I should go attend to my child. It’s about lunch time. Until later Bloggies. 🙂

Domestic Daze

It’s been kind of slow around here in the House of Hale for the past few days. Nothing greatly exciting has happened, which I guess is good. It’s better than a whole host of pointless drama that’s for sure. lol.

I’ve been keeping myself busy packing, unpacking and organizing. It’s really happening now. We’ve turned in our notice to vacate at the apartment, and moved furniture to the house. There’s no turning back now!! My current project is washing all the mountains of clothes we’ve had stuffed away in our closet. Sometimes I wish we lived in a place were it was a consistent temperature. We have WAY too many clothes, but it’s not because we just go out and buy clothes all willy nilly. We have winter clothes, spring/fall clothes, and summer clothes. Jackets for all occasions and each in a light, heavy, and parka version. TWO CLOSETS full of just coats and jackets! Not because of fashion either, but because they are all for different weather. That’s just Kevin and I. We haven’t even started adding Nora’s clothes into the mix yet. They’re small enough that we can fold them and put them in her dresser. 

We’re also saving all the clothes she out grows until Baby 2 comes along. Well at least until we find out Baby 2’s gender. So we have boxes of newborn clothes stashed in her closet, and a box of maternity clothes in ours. lol. Everyone tells me that you get bigger with your second kid, but since I’ve lost weight I’m starting smaller, and I figured I would end up to be about the same even if I gained more weight. Unless my twin dreams come true, in which case all of our plans fly right out the window. lol.

And the dryer just buzzed. Back to the grind stone! Until later Bloggies. 🙂

Mini Magellan

Nora has figured out how to navigate the entire living room. I would say how she is moving is crawling, but it isn’t the tummy off the floor hands and knees type crawling just yet. She moves her arms and legs and wiggles around on her tummy. Sort of like she’s swimming. lol. She is just a bundle of complete energy. If you set her down anywhere that she is not strapped in she flips over onto her tummy and starts scooting away towards any number of new and dangerous things. lol. She’s also figured out how to navigate around things in her walker, and get through the child gates. lol. She’s basically just rams into them until they fall over. 

She’s also incredibly QUICK for such a tiny person. Or I’m just getting very old. lol. One or the other. It’s hard to keep up with her scooting, rolling, or crawling, and getting her dressed in the morning is also proving to be a new and unique challenge. lol. It started when she figured out how to take off her bibs after meals. Now she tries to take every stitch of clothing off I put on. She’s also figured out how to get out of her diapers. Luckily that only happens RIGHT after I put them on, or RIGHT before I take them off. I’m not looking forward to walking into her room in the morning and finding a soiled crib and naked baby. lol. It’s bound to happen sooner or later, and I’ve accepted this, but I’m not looking forward to it.

In other news, we had a fun day today. Kevin’s over time is back for the moment so he’s been working like crazy this past week. We were going to start moving this afternoon but decided to push it off until tomorrow. He needed a break from his crazy manual labor, which is completely understandable. We went out of town for a while and did some shopping. We found the absolute most ADORABLE purple sparkly Converse shoes for Nora. Again, if I could post a picture I would, but they are ultra cute. lol. And they were $8 which made them EVEN BETTER. I’m not cheap by any means, but come on. I’m not going to pay $30 for shoes that she will wear for a few months. She’s not even really walking yet. They’re basically just to complete her out fits. When she starts walking, yes I’ll pay more for comfort, I’m not going to make her suffer, but right now? No. lol. I don’t even pay $30 for my OWN shoes, why would I spend that much on shoes for her?? lol. 

Yes, I am SUCH A TERRIBLE PARENT. You know, buying her nutritious food instead of awesome shoes. Anyway… I need to get up and do dishes or something else productive. lol Until later Bloggies. 🙂

Go With the Flow?

It’s been raining for over 12 hrs again and so there is some flooding going on here in Nowheresville again. I don’t think it’s to the extent that it was last week because no one is posting pictures and freaking out about it this week like they were last. Our local paper is completely unreliable so unless I hear about it from a friend I don’t really hear anything locally. It’s sad, but it is what it is.

ANYWAY… our neighborhood is out of the flood plane for the creek that runs through town. We haven’t had any standing water anywhere except our garden. That’s a good thing right? WRONG. We haven’t had any standing water because our storm sewer is over flowing into our sanitary sewer, which was never built to have that much water flowing through it at once thus creating a massive sewage fountain at the end of the street. 

Okay, so it’s not literally a FOUNTAIN of sewage, but I mean any bit of sewage seeping it’s way up into the road and surrounding yards is TOO MUCH. We’re not even sure how the sewers are co-mingling because they aren’t supposed to be that way. Sanitary is supposed to be it’s own separate system. Clearly it is NOT, or it’s just backed up because there is flooding on the other side of town… I don’t know. All I know is that it’s really grossing me out to have sewage all over the place. It’s not even right in front of my house, and it’s still grossing me out. I can’t imagine what those people down the street are dealing with as it’s in their yard!

YUCK. I’m actually trying to eat breakfast and having a hard time just thinking about it. lol. Which is odd since I’ve never been one to have a weak stomach, but y’know. I actually think it’s because I ate too much yesterday. I cleaned the entire house top to bottom in preparation for the big move and in doing so I burned a crazy amount of calories. Since I’m doing the My Fitness Pal thing and counting calories I had to eat a lot more than I normally do. Even this morning I’m still completely stuffed from dinner. I can’t skimp out on calories either since I’m still breast feeding. I have to eat a certain amount or my milk production will stop. 

I guess it’s a good thing that I don’t really have anything planned for today then. lol. I can just lounge around and not do anything to off set all of the calories I didn’t eat yesterday. Anyway… Nora is fussing. I better go see what she needs. Until later Bloggies. 🙂