My son is a year old today. It's crazy to think that it's already been a year since he was born. In that time, my husband started a new job, we bought a house, I went back to full-time at work, and I started my fourth college semester. That's a lot of stuff going one.
Next year, some of that is changing. I've decided that I have to go back down to part-time if I want to spend any time with my family and not be exhausted every moment of every day. Let me take you through my week.
Sunday: I work all day, 9:30-6:30p
Monday: I'm off work, class 7-9p, my husband works 7-6p
Tuesday: drop kids off to daycare/in-laws, class 9:30-12:30p, work from 2-9:30p, hubby works 7-6p
Wed: drop kids off, work from 8:30-4:30p, class 7-9p, hubby works 7-6p
Thur: drop kids off, class 9:30-4:30p, hubby works 7-6p
Fri: drop kids off, work 2-9:30p, hubby works 7-6p
Sat: drop kids off/someone comes over, work 9-5p, hubby works 10-1p
Crazy, right?
Today, my husband and I are both off work to celebrate our child. Today, we are going to the park, I am getting a haircut, we might get coffee together, and later, having dinner with the family. After that, cake!! I'm pretty excited to watch my son try to figure out what cake and frosting are.
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Monday, April 1, 2013
I'm back
It's been ages since I posted anything and during that time, I've gone through a bit of a "crisis of identity", if you will. I had a moment when I realized, I don't have any hobbies. I'm supposed to do an essay based on my interests. I'm sitting there thinking, "What are my interests?" I couldn't think of a fuckin thing. Depressing, to say the least.
In the meantime, I made the decision to stop worrying about pandering to those that might get offended by one of my opinions or potty mouth. I need to embrace the person I am, the person I want to be. I used to be passionate about everything, even things that probably weren't worth it. I dated someone who fought with me over that, actually. I don't even remember why the fight started, but it ended with him telling me that I needed to control my emotions and me telling him that I liked being passionate about everything. We split up.
Here's the thing though, I dated another guy who was even worse about it. Things were great for awhile, or so it seemed to me, but he ended up being a "crazy". He made me feel like shit about everything, basically. I felt like shit about being friends with people, leaving the house, having interest in things, my kid and how I was raising her, even how I was dealing with my separation from my husband. Thanks to him, I've struggled for a long time with regaining all that I've lost. I really took the things he said to heart. When you've grown up around abuse and then you get involved in it (doesn't need to be physical), it twists you up. I've been twisted. I think I'm pulling away, but it's a process. I don't get excited about things the way I used to and the passion is gone from my voice. I don't feel much of it inside my soul either. I'm so busy with work, school, and my family that it's been hard to focus on myself, but I'm trying. Re-taking my blog is a good start. No more censoring (well, not the extent to which I have been censoring myself). Time to find myself again, and this time without the use of my motorcycle.
In the meantime, I made the decision to stop worrying about pandering to those that might get offended by one of my opinions or potty mouth. I need to embrace the person I am, the person I want to be. I used to be passionate about everything, even things that probably weren't worth it. I dated someone who fought with me over that, actually. I don't even remember why the fight started, but it ended with him telling me that I needed to control my emotions and me telling him that I liked being passionate about everything. We split up.
Here's the thing though, I dated another guy who was even worse about it. Things were great for awhile, or so it seemed to me, but he ended up being a "crazy". He made me feel like shit about everything, basically. I felt like shit about being friends with people, leaving the house, having interest in things, my kid and how I was raising her, even how I was dealing with my separation from my husband. Thanks to him, I've struggled for a long time with regaining all that I've lost. I really took the things he said to heart. When you've grown up around abuse and then you get involved in it (doesn't need to be physical), it twists you up. I've been twisted. I think I'm pulling away, but it's a process. I don't get excited about things the way I used to and the passion is gone from my voice. I don't feel much of it inside my soul either. I'm so busy with work, school, and my family that it's been hard to focus on myself, but I'm trying. Re-taking my blog is a good start. No more censoring (well, not the extent to which I have been censoring myself). Time to find myself again, and this time without the use of my motorcycle.
Sunday, February 24, 2013
Almonds are not nuts
I am allergic to tree nuts. That means walnuts, cashews, and hazelnuts, to name a few. I have always eaten cereals with almonds in them and for the longest time, I've been freaked out that all of a sudden I will have an allergic reaction to them. I learned the hard way that although cashews look like elongated peanuts, they are not. My tongue tingles and my throat gets inflamed. I get hives all over my body and can't breathe too well. I've had this happen enough times that I really would not care to have it happen again.
In bio, we've been studying plants and phylogenies. I learned that pineapples, rice, and spanish moss are all in the same order. Pretty cool. So I figured I would look up almonds. Turns out, they are like the core of a peach. Not really a nut at all, but just a seed. Yep. Yay for me and my future with almonds.
In bio, we've been studying plants and phylogenies. I learned that pineapples, rice, and spanish moss are all in the same order. Pretty cool. So I figured I would look up almonds. Turns out, they are like the core of a peach. Not really a nut at all, but just a seed. Yep. Yay for me and my future with almonds.
Friday, February 15, 2013
It's been awhile...
So, I have been so busy. I'm still going to school full-time and I still have my two young children, but now I am also full-time at work. That means I'm working 40-hrs a weeks in addition to doing my homework, attending classes, taking care of my kids, and trying to empty all the boxes in our new house. Wow, that's a lot of work! I'm pretty exhausted when I stop moving, but fortunately, that's not too often :)
Thursday, January 31, 2013
I'm a real grown-up!
I am officially a homeowner. As such, I decided to be responsible and get life insurance, just in case. We got a new bed for my daughter. We're going to start moving things in tomorrow and hoping to be done by Sunday. We're aiming for a Super Bowl party. Everything has started coming into place. I am a real live grown-up.
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
We can has house! Mostly..
This morning we did our walk-through. Things looked okay, but perhaps a little worse for wear than the last time we saw them. In addition to that, there was junk in the garage (not to mention all the dog poop in the front yard). Maybe they stopped caring, but either way, it was a little disheartening. I know that I will feel better when we are actually in the house and make it our home.
After the walk-through, we signed paperwork. A lot of paperwork. For over an hour. After all of that, the paperwork couldn't be filed with the county because the seller "couldn't get there until 3:30". Again, not sure if they stopped caring or what. But since they couldn't sign paperwork until the late afternoon, the title won't be ours until tomorrow, hence the "mostly" part. So yeah, we have a house....mostly.
Besides the house situation, my car has been broken down. It all started with the flat tire. That got changed (to the spare), but then I couldn't turn the key in the ignition. Trust me, I'm not an idiot. Neither my husband, nor my father-in-law, could get this thing fixed and believe me, my father-in-law knows what he's doing. So the car got towed to an import place because the Honda dealership sucks. It took about a week for the part I needed to come in. It got fixed today...mostly. The keys needed to be reprogrammed so we ghetto-fabbed the car to run (i.e. taped my original key in the open steering column with all the wires exposed while using a second key to turn the ignition). We go to Honda to reprogram the keys. They do, mostly. I have one key to open the door and a second key to put in the ignition. The original key is pretty much worthless, along with its remote. Damn. We drive over to Cole's Imports to get the steering column put completely back together. After that's done, we drive over to Merchant's to get a new tire. Well, they couldn't find the anti-theft lug nut key. That's right, we cannot get the tire off because this tiny thing is missing. It's either at Cole's or disappeared somewhere in between the many places we went. The reason it wasn't in the trunk with the old tire and all the other parts was the spare apparently had a nail in it so Cole's patched it up. Fantastic. At this very moment, we're trying to figure out how I'm getting to work, how we're getting a replacement lug nut, and when all this magic is happening.
Today my life got better...mostly.
After the walk-through, we signed paperwork. A lot of paperwork. For over an hour. After all of that, the paperwork couldn't be filed with the county because the seller "couldn't get there until 3:30". Again, not sure if they stopped caring or what. But since they couldn't sign paperwork until the late afternoon, the title won't be ours until tomorrow, hence the "mostly" part. So yeah, we have a house....mostly.
Besides the house situation, my car has been broken down. It all started with the flat tire. That got changed (to the spare), but then I couldn't turn the key in the ignition. Trust me, I'm not an idiot. Neither my husband, nor my father-in-law, could get this thing fixed and believe me, my father-in-law knows what he's doing. So the car got towed to an import place because the Honda dealership sucks. It took about a week for the part I needed to come in. It got fixed today...mostly. The keys needed to be reprogrammed so we ghetto-fabbed the car to run (i.e. taped my original key in the open steering column with all the wires exposed while using a second key to turn the ignition). We go to Honda to reprogram the keys. They do, mostly. I have one key to open the door and a second key to put in the ignition. The original key is pretty much worthless, along with its remote. Damn. We drive over to Cole's Imports to get the steering column put completely back together. After that's done, we drive over to Merchant's to get a new tire. Well, they couldn't find the anti-theft lug nut key. That's right, we cannot get the tire off because this tiny thing is missing. It's either at Cole's or disappeared somewhere in between the many places we went. The reason it wasn't in the trunk with the old tire and all the other parts was the spare apparently had a nail in it so Cole's patched it up. Fantastic. At this very moment, we're trying to figure out how I'm getting to work, how we're getting a replacement lug nut, and when all this magic is happening.
Today my life got better...mostly.
Thursday, January 24, 2013
Snowday, but not really
Today it snowed. Well, really it was more like yesterday when it snowed, but today we reap the benefits. Sort of. I got a delay, which was nice except that all I got out of was 35 minutes of a class that I had to take anyway. I had a class after that one and a lab later today that will go from 1:40 until 4:35pm. Conveniently enough, I left my wallet at home so I have no way to feed myself. I don't have a car either so I can't go and get said wallet or even dig out any change that might be in said vehicle. Yep, life sucks a little right now.
On a side note, my daughter got a snow day. She likes going to preschool, but her grandmother is visiting today so I kept her home. She also got to go play in the snow and make a snow angel. She did, however, start crying after we got inside because her hands were so cold. Good thing she had gloves on to begin with.
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