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Halloween 2006

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Rebirthing

So.

I know I’ve mentioned my “situation” before, like, last week. I think it is on my mind a lot right now for many reasons, like the fact that it’s been a year since I’ve not felt crazy, and how at a very stressful time right now I am managing to survive without returning to crazy. I realize this is up for debate. ha! Not really. I’m kidding.

Anyway. Back to my point… MUSIC has always been therapuetic for me. When I was pregnant with Owen and literally felt INSANE I had several songs that I listened to a LOT that I really truly feel helped keep me “afloat” even if it was barely. Now, I LOVE Christian Rock. Love it. One group I really love is Skillet. I know. SKILLET?! What a name huh? But seriously, I love their music. LOVE IT. Probably one of my most favorite songs is this one I’m going to share with you now. If you can’t take the music, turn off the volume and just read the words. I LOVE the words. This song tugs at my heart everytime. I used to listen to it and just cry, sob sometimes. I remember sitting in the truck in the driveway by myself with it turned up as loud as possible, and I would just sing as loud as I could, and cry. (Mom, sorry you’re just now knowing this.) Anyway, here it is…. enjoy!

Cause & Effect

Since I can’t drink any of this

while taking these

without feeling like this the next day

I’ve decided to compromise with this

There’s just something relaxing about drinking out of a wine glass. Even if it is Diet Pepsi.

 

Missin’ Their Daddy

The other night the boys were missing Jake so much they wanted a picture of him to sleep with. Everynight at bedtime Aidan says “when will MY daddy be home?” Jake always does bedtime so he’s feeling a bit *off* when I put him in bed. Poor kid. Here are pics I got of them when I went to bed, each with their same picture of daddy.

Dylan

 

Aidan

My Music Choice For The Day: Aaron Shust

Here are two of my favorite songs by Aaron Shust. My prayer when I am singing along to these is that no one comes to my door and hears me belting these out…..in my horrible voice. Give ‘em a listen!

Matchless

My Savior, My God

In Honor Of Synchronized Naps….

I’ve decided to post. Not just ANY post, but a RANDOM post. The best kind.

My house is messier than it’s ever been before. EVER. It’s bad people. I always complain to Jake that he doesn’t clean enough or help enough, but I never realized that him being here helped ME to clean up more. While he’s not off the hook for NOT cleaning more, I do appreciate that his presence here gives me the space I need to keep up. And just so you don’t think he’s entirely incapable of cleaning, he does the bathrooms, his own laundry, and he sometimes does the dishes. I keep him around to clean the toilets. (Hey babe! Love you! Miss you! Kiss! Kiss! heehee)

Peanut stinks. Like, really stinks. Like, HE HAS GAS stinks. His fur smells nice, and he is is clean in that regard, but DANG this dog has gas. He is super cute right now too because I gave him a bath and a hair trim the other night. We should have named him Q-tip b/c the hair on his head is BRIGHT white. Oh he’s so cute. But dang he stinks.

My body is slowly falling apart since Jake left. Seriously. First my neck. It’s a little better now, but still very stiff and if I move my chin too far down to my chest, it hurts BAD. Not that I make a habit of putting my chin to my chest, but for the sake of stretching it to see if it still hurts…. it does. Then there’s my lip. Somehow I split my bottom lip in the middle and then ALSO bit my bottom lip on the side.  I look lovely. My throat has a nasty somethin’ in the back (I’m sure you are thanking me for that piece of info) and it’s sore. *sigh* Then there’s my jaw. I have a weird jaw. It pops when I open my mouth too wide….like…to take a big bite of food or something, or when I yawn. Well yesterday I wanted to look at that THING in the back of my throat and my jaw was stuck. I couldn’t open my mouth hardly at all. I could open it big enough to slurp soup, but not enough to bite a sandwhich, if I had wanted a sandwhich. Or soup. I’ve noticed that I clench my jaws at night. I wonder if that has anything to do with it?

It’s freezing here. Like, colder than cold, and I hear this is just the beginning of winter here. This morning, when I looked at the temp at 9:30, it was only 19*. Dang! However, the wind was NOT blowing, so I bundled up the boys and sent them outside. Yes I did. I needed space. By the time we ate and got dresses though it was at least 25* outside. They were STARVING for fresh air. The last two days we had 50mph winds so there was no way they could go outside, especially with the temps so low. It’s gonna be a looooong winter folks.

I’m craving coffee. Like you wouldn’t believe. I was talking to Toni last night and I told her my mouth was watering just THINKING of wanting coffee because I was so tired and in need of caffeine. I have $5 in the truck with COFFEE written all over it. Not really. But I am saving it for when I NEEEEEEEEED that iced irish cream breve’ with two shots and extra irish cream. Two shots b/c I don’t like the taste of coffee and extra irish cream to get rid of the taste of the two shots. And a breve (half and half) because I like the creamy thickness.

Hmmmmm, I have more random stuff but I’ll spare you anymore. Plus I’m at like 650 words already. And that’s a lot of random.

Solo Sucks!

I’m here.

I’m alive.

Barely.

G’Night!

What the boys and I are doing tonight….

Watching….

and eating….

A little update on flying solo

I hurt myself. Somehow I hurt my neck and I can barely move it, which makes me cranky and short tempered. And I’m tired. SO TIRED. I will never divorce Jake ever b/c I could never be a single parent. Well, that and I kinda love him.   ha! But seriously, I am not cut out for this. I can’t wait until he gets back. I will cry from relief.

I was telling my friend Toni (click on her name and check out her new blog) this morning that it’s not so much the doing everthing around the house that bothers me. It’s that there is NO ONE ELSE for them to pester and ask a million questions and no one else to discipline when that needs to be done. And the constant talk talk talking makes my head hurt. I never realized how much of that gets bounced off Jake when he is home until he wasn’t here anymore. It’s just nice having someone else to share the burden with. I mean, the joys of course.

Today we aren’t doing anything. Not going anywhere. I don’t think I could load them in and out of the truck with my neck. It hurts that bad. Plus, they are heavy kiddos. Plus I need to do some laundry, if I can manage that. I put some long grain rice in one of Jake’s socks, tied it off, and microwaved it to put on my neck. Not helping. I took 800mg Ibuprofen so hopefully that will take away some of the pain and I can function. Oh, Jake, if you’re reading, sorry about your sock. I needed it.

Supposed to rain today, but I hope it doesn’t. The boys really want to play on the new (to them) swingset and I really want them to be outside all day. HA!! I’m so nice.

WOW

Wow is about all I could say when I saw this. Now, maybe I am overreacting to this, but seriously….

I was looking through the annual Toys ‘R’ Us big book that they send out “just in time for the holidays” and I noticed a big difference between the girl toys and the boy toys. Boy toys were all about building and racing and…. building. Girl stuff was all about being a little mommy and dressing up. All fine. In fact, I love all that girl stuff. But then, there was a WHOLE PAGE devoted to pink ATM’s and cash registers.

Not sure why, but this completely annoyed me. Anyone else?