You're it!

As a child hearing the words, "Tag! You're it!" can feel like stepping barefoot in a room full of tacks; painful, traumatizing or sometimes worse. That neighborhood chubby kid just couldn't keep up with those other little bastards. Then to make matters worse, her brother would play along, and he being 6 years older just made it no fun; at all.

You know how the game goes... you have to run to the designated "safe spot" before you're tagged. Well, those young chubby thighs could never get there fast enough.
Fuck!
Doomed from the get go. Time to kick ass, take names and start tagging. Yet again... those chubby legs could never catch up to those rat bastards.

Those young chubby thighs would eventually carry away a crying girl while leaving behind the laughing older brother. The older brother that seemed to have forgotten just who I was; the neighborhood chubby kid.

***

So because Bri over at Habbala: Spazzing Since 1985 seems play way nicer than that older brother of mine, she kindly informed me today that I was tagged. I didn't even have to chase anybody or run away; I love this kind of tag! Isn't she the sweetest?

So per her request here goes...

8 Things About Me
Rules:
1) Post rules on your blog
2) Answer the 6 categories
3) Tag others

8 Favorite T.V. Shows
(here's a side note-- I hate television. I rarely watch it. When we move I'm canceling cable because we never watch it. Boy Child isn't even allowed to watch T.V. on school nights.)
1) E.R.
2) House
3) Ace of Cakes
4) Food Network!
5) Food Network!
6) Food Network!
7) The Suite Life of Zach and Coady (I'm a Mom remember)
8) iCarly (it's cute!)

8 Things I Did Yesterday (I'm rather boring- I promise)
1) Showered (very important)
2) Made sure Boy Child showered (also important)
3) Took Boy Child to school
4) Google Reader (rocks!)
5) Blogged (because PETA impressed me)
6) packed a few boxes
7) fancied up myself a rockin' salad
8) made Boy Child a fantabulous dinner of... I don't remember but he loved it!

8 Things I Look Forward To
1) moving
2) a new start in a new place
3) graduating
4) having a real size stove to cook on again! (you have no idea how happy this makes me)
5) that first hot bubble bath!
6) with wine!
7) more vegetarian meals
8) answers

8 Favorite Restaurants (a lot of these are old school- I haven't adapted since going Veg)
1) Miguel's (vegetarian fajitas Yumm!)
2) Chili's (Margarita chicken: Oh how I'll miss you!)
3) Margaritas
4) Ground Round
5) Sylvia's (breakfast with Boy Child here)
6) The Melting Pot (thanks for the reminder Bri--only been once but this place rocked when I was in VA)
7) The Village Inn
8) Memere's Kitchen (not an actual restaurant but she waits on me)

8 Things on My Wish list
1) time
2) answers
3) a new car (remember- I miss that VW)
4) a tricked out camera (hey people at Nikon- do ya hear me!?!!)
5) closet full of clothes because I have... like none! Seriously.
6) a trip to CA to see the other coast I was born seeing
7) student loans paid
8) A better education for Boy Child than I had/have for myself

8 People I Tag (I don't have many followers, or many that I know of, so if you're reading, I hold your responsible to do this on your own.)
1) You
2) You
3) You
4) You
5) You
6) You
7) You
8) You

lick a pumpkin instead

Now I don't always agree with PETA; they're forceful, pushy and very much in your face! Sometimes too much.

Although, there are times I do agree with some of their thoughts and antics; I mean they did help convince me (and Boy Child) to become a vegetarian. I've wanted to become a vegetarian for a while now; was always on that fine line but they just gave me that little extra shove I needed.

So today... I'm doing my typical morning Google Reader thing and I see one of the greatest things PETA has yet to post for my viewing pleasure.
Seriously. You can read it here, or not, and just pay attention to me.

The folks at PETA proposed a Super Bowl ad, which was denied by NBC because, well it is way too hot for them to handle.

Admit it NBC!
Too. Hot. To. Handle.






Fuckin' prudes.

"High cholesterol, obesity, diabetes, prostate cancers or inflammations, and
hormonal imbalances cause the vast majority of all cases of impotence. The
good news is that medical science suggests that all of these conditions can
be managed or in some cases even prevented with a low-fat vegan diet."

You really should be thankful that PETA is making you aware that someday your man's meat may not work because he has eaten too much meat.

I mean think about it. There is nothing sexier than having to wait for that blue pill to kick in before you can start mackin' on your man. Sometimes we all fantasize about marathon sex sessions but are 4 hour sack sessions really all that hot? I'd like to walk to next day and not feel like I've been split in two. How do you explain that to people?

"Oh.. my man ate too much meat in his young adulthood so now his meat doesn't quite function properly (if at all), he takes a pill, we have marathon sack sessions which means I can't walk the next day."

Don't get me wrong, there is nothin' like a(n) (occasional) marathon sack session, but a girl has to have her limits. I know lube was invented for a reason but this girl needs me some sleep!

cleaning out my closet

Well the time has come. I'm packing up my tiny little house to move into another tiny little... apartment. Yep, an apartment.

I'm giving up all the comforts of house living to move to an apartment. For those that have made this transition, you know what I am talking about.

Privacy: it's time for you to take a hike!

Although I will say I am thankful we will not have a neighbor upstairs or downstairs because our apartment is set up like a mini condo; rather cute actually.

Today I decided to clean out and begin to pack up a closet. You would not believe what I found in there!

* 5 curling irons and 2 flat irons

Ok seriously! What the fuck was I thinking or not thinking? I will admit, I change my hair style often and need various size curls or the flat iron to get rid of the pesky wave I occasionally acquire when I want it straight but really!! SEVEN?? Maybe that explains why I opted for the loose curl perm back in November.

* 3 hair dryers

Yet again. Hello!?! THREE?? One wasn't even a properly functioning dryer. If I remember correctly it used to shoot blue sparks on occasion.

* 4 gently used bottles of Boy Child's shampoo
Just the other day I had to buy Boy Child shampoo because he was running out of the stuff he had in the shower. I'm obviously not paying attention!

* 4 cans of mousse

I don't even use mousse. It never works on my hair. Never has. Never will. I don't even get what the purpose of that stuff is. (let me add in there are 2 more cans of that shit in the bathroom)

* 6 cans of hairspray

I can't even explain this. Really.

* 4 bottles of not empty shampoos and conditioners

My only thought is... I get bored easy and felt I needed to try something different, the bottle looked better so I smelled it and well, it had me at "hello"

* 2 boxes of the same exact allergy medicine.

One expired. One not.

* Numerous amounts of expired medicines

Again, no explanation.

* 6 (at least) boxes of band aids

Boy Child asks for these all the time. A new design will come out because of a new movie (thanks a freakin' lot Disney/Pixar) and he just has to have it, so I cave. I am not buying any more of these friggin' things. I do not care if he is 17 and has to go to school sporting these beauties...

He should have thought about that when he was asking for them at the precious age of 7. (even though they are kinda cute and I've been known to wear 'em)

* 5 travel toothbrush holders
2 people live in this house. Count them: ONE. TWO. When the heck did I start traveling anyways?

* 6 hair brushes
I don't even use brushes. I use a wide tooth comb or pick. Sometimes I'll use a round one but I'm just not coordinated enough to blow dry, use said brush, look in the mirror and then when you add standing to that the equation... Wow! Huge accident waiting to happen. Oh, and brushes rip and tear hair anyways so they're just bad news in my book.

This is just the beginning; my other closets I know are in the same condition.

Hi my name is Jenn(ifer) and I have a serious freakin' problem! The above example is a classic example of bipolar. Although, Nora's sister says it's lack of planning and organization.

Either way... it is definitely time to purge and let go!

Internet: meet my boyfriend

(not my boyfriend)

Dearest Rzr,

I'm sorry it is ending this way, but it's time. Again, you have left me disappointed. But don't fear, it's not just you, the Razr before, and even the two prior, were not able to hold their side of my contract either.

We did have some good times together. We shared many conversations, some pleasant, some-- not so much. A few intimate ones were snuck in a few times here and there. Maybe.

You allowed me to accept calls from individuals that were very important to me and my family. You also allowed me to send countless text messages. I sent so many text messages with one of your buddies that I literally wore him out. He could no longer function! Ohhh, the abuse! And let's not even talk about batteries! Those poor souls; may they rest in peace.

I used you to take pictures of Boy Child at random moments, I also used you to take random pictures at perfect moments. Remember this?


I violated you, I molested you a few times here and there.

I'm sorry for the time that Boy Child drowned you because I left you unattended in the bathroom; he really was just being a boy after all. Even if it did bring me to tears and caused slight devastation.

There might have been a few times I dropped you on the garage floor, but don't forget a "Shit!" "Dammit!" or the best one... "Fuck!" would always follow.
I truly felt guilty for letting you out of my grip.

But please remember the time when you went psycho on me and would instantly call The Mailman once your royal shininess was opened. Who randomly calls their Ex like that? Seriously?

Don't forget the time when I set your alarm and you failed to wake me up. I appreciate the extra sleep but not being late is vital! Don't forget the random dialing AGAIN, but this time, when I would receive a call.

I was nice to you. I touched you several times throughout the day. I whispered sweet nothings to you, a lot. I did my best to keep you clean. Sorry about the makeup; I am a girl after all. Oh, and the hairspray; that shit is hard to clean off!

I'm sorry if the random psycho occasionally made his way through. Really! They always look nice on the outside.

Dammit Rzr! I even let you into my life by letting you capture priceless moments. Remember these?

My knee after that grueling surgery

Making cookies in a glass bowl= broken mixer

Boy Child sleeping in my bed. How could you not love this?

The marshmallow that could be mistaken for a... yea umm a dildo maybe?

Boy Child and I unintentionally wore matching shorts

The spider that visited me while I took a shower!

So Rzr, this is the end. I've been with you and 3 others in the short time frame of one year and four months. Way to disappoint a girl! Our relationship is over!

But have no fear, I was smart and found myself a replacement because a girl must not go without. Oh no!

So with that being said... I'd like you to meet

(this is my boyfriend)

Isn't he sexy? He's no iphone, but I ♥ him!

I just adopted him yesterday so I haven't completely figured out what makes him "tick" just yet, but I'm getting there. I do know he's complicated in nature, like me, so it will take some time for us to work together as a team. I see a lot of potential in him. Plus he's hot!

I haven't named him yet, but I will. Any kick ass ideas out there for me?

Maybe that's why Rzr and I never worked out, he was never given a true chance to shine underneath all the makeup and hairspray!

this isn't easy street

I may not be married, but this is still a huge topic of interest to me. I don't think you need to be married for this topic to apply to you, any and all relationships take work and sacrifice.

I had my suspicions this day would come, I just didn't think it would come this soon.
It's rocky. Again. It has been. Tense. Quiet. Push and pull.
I've stopped talking and so has he. Our relationship is yet again in trouble. There really isn't any other way to describe it at this point.

Tuesday I had lunch with a girlfriend, Mitch, to try and sort this out... again.
Randomly mid bite, I blurt out... "It's just easier to be a mom than it is to have a relationship!"
and the only way she could respond was to giggle. She doesn't know how to handle my randomness sometimes.

"Mitch! I'm serious! This is the longest relationship I've been in. 8 years and it's guaranteed to continue on."

My parents were married 18 years before they divorced, I was 13, and it was never fairy tale. My father was the money maker, he worked all.the.time. and if he wasn't working he was out hunting, fishing or the many other sporting activities he could do to escape my mother.
My mother on the other hand, spent her days sleeping, crying, or spending his money. When she was awake, she was mean, rotten and enjoyed punishing me. If she could find a reason to spank/hit me, she'd do it or send me to my room, she was right on top of it. That woman had sonar hearing and serious strength.

Due to my upbringing and Boy Child's SPD, you can bet your ass I am and will continue to raise Boy Child with different approaches.

I will not say parenting Boy Child has been all ponies, butterflies and rainbows, because it has not, but when I compare it to the relationships I've had, this has been a heavenly piece of chocolate cake.

Boy Child and I go through our motions and everything just works. It has, it continues to and I hope our future is bright.

Relationship wise... it all blows. There is work and sacrifices that seem to be on a completely different level. My image of "what a relationship looks like" is non existent. I didn't see it.
The relationships I've been in were not the greatest. I ended my relationship with The Mailman due to forms of abuse. No person in this world should ever have to experience that. Ever. There's more but that's enough for now.
My longest relationship after that; control issues. I wasn't allowed to be friends with males; he didn't see how it could be possible without sex being involved.

Other times, I've had short spurts of dating. It seems 3-6 months is a limit because that's when things become a little more personal, a little more comfortable and I can't allow that. I'm not going to put time and energy into something to see shit hit the fan later on down the road because deep issues rear their ugly heads.

If I ever enter into the commitment of marriage, I'm there, that's it. End of discussion. I either love you with everything I have, or I won't.

look at all these dust bunnies

I need to blog more. Seriously.
So much happens yet, nothing happens. I guess that's what you get when your mind races constantly and you still haven't figured out what to do with all that junk.

I need to continue on with how it started. Digging up that part of my past is almost painful, ok I lie, very painful, but I figured this is what needs to be done. I'm going to do it and then just let it go. If anything, someone out there might benefit from the hell I have been living.

Boy Child finally lost that damn tooth! Tonight actually. I didn't think he was ever going to give it up. I didn't have it in my heart to make him go through dental impressions with a loose tooth so I rescheduled his appointment for Monday the 12th thinking he'd definitely yank that sucker by then. He came home tonight from The Mailman's and exactly what I expected... tooth still hanging on for dear life.
"Boy Child, that tooth is coming out tonight!"
After hours of him friggin' around with it and exhausting himself, he finally raised his white flag (tissue) and I went over and barely tugged.
TaDa! We'll be having a visit from Miss Tooth Fairy tonight.
If this is what every tooth is going to be like... I'm raising my own flag! There are many more still to be pulled. *sigh*


I went with Jex grocery shopping today.

Big fuckin' mistake!!

When it comes to food we are night and day, black and white, oil and water. He eats crap and washes it down with liquid crap. When I go to his house I bring my own food and cook separate meals for Boy Child and I or I leave some edible items there for us. Irritating.

Ever since I have started this Vegetarian thing I have been really looking at food labels, watching what I shove down my gullet, and looking for new options. He is being supportive of my decisions and has made positive comments and is even willing to try some of my "hippy food" but today the scale was tipped. He does his shopping and I just kinda trail along... like I'm there but I'm not; his silent supporter because he hates grocery shopping alone. He's comparing prices of these particular brands of Rice in a Box and I'm just making faces. (I do this a LOT, my expressions always get me into trouble) He responds with the... "Hey, I'm on a budget!"

Ok, that's fine but geezus! I told myself I wouldn't preach about my "diet" to people. If they want to know then they'll ask. I always hated being force fed information *no pun intended* and I'm finding that I want to scream and shout at him that he's slowly killing himself. He might as well go run into that burning building without his turnout gear on; there really is no difference. Continue through the aisles and we get to the soda... Ugh! I dislike everything about soda. I haven't touched that shit in almost 7 years and I don't miss it. At all.
He puts 3 different brands, 12 packs or whatever they are, I don't even know anymore in the cart. That's when my face said it all and we decided I will no longer go grocery shopping with him.
Budget my ass! Those 3 cases of soda is what it costs me to buy veggies for the week for Boy Child and I... and then some.


Tonight is my last night of freedom, so to speak. Spring Semester Hell of '09 starts tomorrow morning at 10am sharp! I have my first Honors class, which in itself is intimidating. I don't even know if I've been accepted yet. I was invited to apply because of my GPA...blah blah blah and I applied, even registered for some honors level courses but being accepted has yet to be determined. Oh poo'
So Critical Writing and Thinking is at 10am till 12:45 then Tuesday I have Ethics, which is also 10-12:45. I'm not looking forward to classes starting back up but I'm starting to get excited because the end is in sight for me. Things could be promising but then I look at that damn student loan bill and I want to throw myself off a bridge. Is it really possible I borrowed that much money?

I didn't accomplish as much as I wanted to this winter break but what I did do, I'm damn proud of. I wanted to read a book or two (which is always unlikely)... I read four and I'm currently into my fifth. I've also done massive amounts of online research on vegetarian/vegan diets and foods. I want and need to know more. I'm just not getting enough information to satisfy my busy brain!!
I wanted to purge out my house; didn't get done but it will!
On a whim (kinda)... I started a vegetarian diet a few days after Christmas, and I have yet to eat any meat, drink milk or eat cheese. I have had about 3 yogurts but I felt like ass after. *note to self: get rid of yogurt*
I also gave up coffee. That was hard!! I used to drink a lot of coffee; we're talking almost a pot a day. Explains a lot of my "mysterious stomach problems". (TMI I know, get over it)
I'm loving green tea with some Stevia and lemon though. MMmm yummilicious!

Housekeeping session: over.

I'm a big girl now

Let me set the scene for you: Jex on one side of the couch with his laptop and me on the other side stretched out so my feet are in his lap and only the backside of my laptop is visible to him.

Jex: "Whatcha doin'?"
Me: "Blogging"
Jex: "Oh... I can't wait to read it!"
Me: " Ohh... ummm... I'm blogging on my 'big girl blog'. Sorry."
Jex: "I'd really like to read that someday. I enjoy reading what you write; there's something about it."
Me: "Yea, maybe someday."

I used to blog over on MySpace but I started to feel suffocated. I couldn't express myself like I really wanted to. I have some great people in my life who know who I am and what I'm about but then there are others who don't and I feel they don't really need to which in turn, causes a lot of hurt feelings. There are so many features on MySpace that just inhibited me. End of discussion.

Now my friend Nora, who is a very private person, started talking about blogging and that made me think. (I mean she is so private, it just about takes putting a shotgun to her head to get her to talk. Nora would rather internalize everything and go into sensory overload trying to process it. I don't know how she does it, but if she can "big girl blog", I can do it too.)

So back to the making me think part.

I could join the actual blogging world and leave behind some things. It would almost be like an alter ego, dual personality, whatever you'd like to call it thing. This would be my way of dealing with life's junk. Now, should those people stumble upon my blog, they have no one to blame but themselves and their excessive curiosity!

I'm using my real name, just a little modified obviously. I have my picture posted so denying my identity is near impossible. Then to protect the innocent and save my house and car from getting egged and toilet papered or myself from possible future lawsuits, names have been changed and/or altered.

Some days I want to be able to spit and sputter about that annoying cashier or that one particular student who chews chips with his mouth open and creates an insane amount of noise while being in the QUIET study area. Some days I need to be able to rant about the non-romantic antics of Jex and how sometimes he just doesn't get it or maybe I want to go ga-ga and drool over that H.H. manager. *swoon*

Living in Artic Tundra, Small Town America blogging on that particular social network could create severe tension should those become my topics of interest.

So with that, I'm curious how many people keep their blogs anonymous or do they put it all out there? Are your readers people you know/known or have you started fresh and picked up random readers along the way and let them into your life when you've barely enabled the people in your life in?

I don't know the exact direction I plan on going yet. Maybe I'll keep it the way it is, some exposed, some not. I could just possibly be over analyzing this.

Nora, whom I referred to earlier, knows about my blog, has even left me rockin' comments, and is an actual friend. I'm talking a living and breathing organism. I cannot forget to mention she lives less than a block away so we experience this cold weather hell together. Yay!

But as for the rest of my world, they've been left in the dark.


Do your friends, family, significant other know about your blog? Has it helped or hindered your relationships?

how it started

Winter 2001/2002 I hit rock bottom.

Boy Child was almost 1 and I was almost 300 pounds. Three hundred pounds! That is a whole lotta Momma! Even on a large framed 5 foot 8 inch body.

What the hell happened to me? When I look back, I'm still not sure I have an answer for that. Years and years of therapy still haven't helped me get to the root of that problem. I do know this though; I go to food for comfort. Always.

I started getting desperate, looking for a way to lose weight without any effort because, well I'm lazy and knew I wasn't going to get any support whatsoever on the home front. Keep Momma fat and happy and she won't roam.

An acquaintance had just undergone gastric bypass surgery and was having an amazing recovery; weight was just disappearing off her body!
Perfect! I could do that. I asked her a few questions and then hit up the internet for more needed information. I was overwhelmed. This was my miracle!!
I educated myself top to bottom and printed off countless amounts of materials. I had my mind set; this was my only solution.
I knew I was going to keep gaining weight if I didn't do something. I was beyond unhappy. I was up all hours of the day with a baby I felt I couldn't satisfy and the only way I could feel any sense of satisfaction was food. I'd find myself waking up during times I could actually get sleep to eat. I was basically eating in my sleep. It was horrifying. I had lost all control.

I called the doctor's office for an appointment; I wanted a referral to this one particular Bariatric Surgeon who had the shortest waiting list because I wanted this like yesterday.
My doctor asked me question after question to which I had an answer for every single one. I had done my research and she knew it.

Boom! Appointments are made. I'm seeing dieticians, psychologists, and attending support group meetings to qualify myself for surgery. It was so fast and such a whirlwind before I knew it I had a surgery date. May 31, 2002.

The Mailman and I set things up for myself and Boy Child and we're ready. I eat everything in sight because I know there is no going back now; life will be changing.

Phone rings... a cancellation has happened and surgery is now May 22, which happens to be only 3 days away.
Panic sets in. I do all my pre-op prep which I will not go into great detail because it is truly horrifying. To this day if I hear the words "liquid Fleets" I can still remember what that taste was like and I instantly gag. It's not pretty. At all.

4am, Wednesday May 22, 2002 the day begins. Boy Child goes with The Mailman's mother and we hit the road for a 2 1/2 hour journey to the hospital. I'm nervous and sick. As part of my pre-op preparations I was not allowed to eat solids three days prior, only liquids two days prior and then nothing one day prior to surgery. I am pretty much vomiting the entire trip, which of course I don't have much to vomit, other than stomach bile. I'll never forget it.

We finally get to the hospital, registered, settled in and I'm IV'ed up. Now I'm happy. I have the loopy drugs and I'm showing everybody my purple toenails. I see the Dr. for pointless chit chat and next thing I know I'm being wheeled down the hall while a nurse is standing there waiting for me... I'm being hooked up, we're all talking and I'm giggling then she says....

"Welcome to the first day of the rest of your life."

show me your teeth

Boy Child has a loose tooth.

Now to you and me this doesn't sound like a big deal but to him; his world is falling apart. Being an(almost) 8 year old boy you'd think this would be second nature to him and he would be excited to yank out those suckers at the first sign of a wiggle.Nope. Not my kid.

In this house we take good care of our teeth. Brush twice a day. Floss and rinse once. Sometimes more. I am very particular about teeth. Very. I have stopped dating guys because of their hygiene habits or their teeth in general.
Hey! If you can't take care of your teeth, what else are you NOT taking care of?

Due to our oral hygiene habits, Boy Child has healthy teeth that are holding on for all they're worth and they do not want to be replaced by their adult counterparts. I hate to tell you this Miss Tooth Fairy, but you're going to have to wait for his goods!

He has only lost 2 of his sweet baby teeth. Two. By the time I was his age I was yanking out my teeth once I felt that jiggle. Maybe that explains the need for 4 1/2 years of braces.

Taking that first tooth out was a HUGE ordeal. I had to do it. There was blood. There was tears. He had to put his head down because "his tummy felt funny". The poor child was going to pass out! He's been traumatized. Miss Tooth Fairy left him $10.
Yep... she felt very bad for his first time experience. He thinks she's rich. Ha! He has no idea.
2nd tooth... different story. He lost it at The Mailman's (his father's) house while eating a cream roll. He took a bite into it then starting chomping and to his surprise...it was crunchy! That tooth was barely loose! And... there was no blood; no big deal this time. Miss Tooth Fairy left him $1. Cheap Bitch.
Now this 3rd tooth is loose. I mean incredibly loose. The adult tooth has his poor gums all swelled up and he just doesn't realize it.

Background info on Boy Child: he has what is called Sensory Integration Disfunction or Sensory Processing Disorder; the terms are interchangeable. It is not something that is easily understood. I knew there was something "different, unusual, wrong" (I really dislike those words because there is nothing "wrong" with him) and bringing it to the attention of his doctor when he was 2 years old was an incredible challenge. The Mailman is still in denial. People just don't "get it".
If you want to read more about it you can here. Educate yo' self!

So tooth is loose... I'm telling him it should come out. He starts to tear up. (he is a little sensitive at times, ok a lot of times.)
I'm tucking him into bed last night and I offer to pull it out... again.

BC: "Mom, I just don't know"
ME: "What don't you know?"
BC: "I can't explain it."
ME: "Well try."
BC: annoyed face "Mommm! It will hurt."
Me: "The pain goes away."
BC: "It will bleed"
ME: "You didn't bleed to death last time. The 2nd time it didn't even bleed. You bleed when you pick your bug bites and you're ok. It always stops bleeding. You can drink cold water when its over"
BC: again... very annoyed "But Mom!! I don't taste the blood!!"

He rolled over and showed me his back. Conversation over.

Miss Tooth Fairy never made her visit last night. He goes to the dentist for impressions on Thursday to get a mouth guard for karate and if that wiggly pearly white doesn't come out by then he is in for a big surprise when that gawd awful slurp and suction pulls it out for him.

Ohhh... that is going to be an adventure in itself!

moving...

my blog.

I've been checking out Word Press and I'm thinking I like the format, layout and features better.

Everything is always a work in progress.

in the blink of an eye

2009

Just like that; its here.
I'm welcoming you, 2009, with an open mind and open arms. Ohh... and some hope.
2008 may have been a roller coaster of a year but it wasn't a bad year either.

In 2008...

• I had knee surgery
• it was horrible
• BUT I survived and my knee feels better
• I learned that I should not take narcotics for pain
• especially being on anti-depressants
• I received my Mother's Ring for my birthday
• Boy Child and Jex did a great job
• I'm not as strong as I think
• Reuniting with an "ex" after 5 years isn't always a bad thing
• dating them again... is
• I can settle for a "C" on papers
• but I know can do better if I don't wait for the last minute
• dating to help yourself move on really doesn't work
• I have to adjust my diet for me
• I can't "mirror image" eat
• I started blogging more and cannot wait to keep this going
• Boy Child and I went hiking... alone
• I'm realizing just who my friends are
• I've been battling that depressing thought
• I contemplated change... then took the first step towards it
• a lot of my hard work showed off in Boy Child's report card in December
• I learned it is in my best interest to not miss a dose of medication
• I am an emotional mess
• it takes me days to get stabilized again
• I decided to research "becoming vegetarian"
• the last week of the year I stopped drinking coffee and lost 5 pounds
• I look forward to 2009