I just found out last night that Dance Dance Revolution is FINALLY out for XBOX 360. I think it has been out since like, November, and I wish I would have known or I would have asked for it for Christmas, but nonetheless, it is out. And this is IMPORTANT STUFF people. So, I think we might sell the old XBOX and the old Dance Dance and pads and another game we have on eBay. Then, buy the new Dance Dance on eBay. I *heart* eBay.
::sigh::
My mind is a very busy place these days. I’ve had all these ideas lately of things I’d like to do. It’s mostly dreamy stuff, that I may or may not get to, but, ya know. I am always coming up with new ideas and plans…here’s some of the latest.
1. Start my own boutique of homemade projects, collaborating with friends and family members who also make beautiful stuff. I’ve even started a note book with all of the ideas for this one, including a website layout. I’ve begun making one of the items I will sell, but it’s still in it’s beginning stages.
2. Buy and stock a home aquarium, starting with freshwater. One day I’d like to be able to own a successful saltwater aquarium, complete with the fishes from the tank in Finding Nemo. I’d even be interested in joining some sort of geeky aquariums guild or something equally as lame.
3. Make a quilt. I saw a pattern for a quilt in a magazine yesterday that I LOVE that I really want to make. It’s just small, more like a wallhanging size. I’d put it in my kitchen/dining room. We have a really large wall there with nothing on it, it would look fabulous.
4. Have another baby. Not yet. But, someday. It’s on my mind anyways, y’know, planning when and all that.
5. Find a playgroup/mom’s group type thing to attend. Preferably with Christian women.
6. Think about sending The Boy to pre-school next year, when and where.
I am the impatient type that when I get an idea in my head that I want to do something, I want to do it, and I want to do it NOW! My mind takes a while to let go of new ideas and start something else. I usually try to do my research, and not just jump into things willy nilly. For example, about a year ago, I decided I wanted to make a marine fishtank and house all the same fishes as are in Finding Nemo (as I mentioned before) but instead of rushing out to the aquarium store, I did a little research online and found the right books to read. I got one on high recommendation from the library, and I’m glad I read it before hand!! It totally changed my mind, however, I still have always dreamed about having an aquarium. On that note, the goldfish I bought a month ago that had black fins, no longer has black fins!! Only on his tail he still has a bit of black. Weird eh?? I wonder if it’s that color enhancing food I gave him. Oops.
Anyhow, enough useless information today. I’m hoping this post will correct my site and it will no longer be all in italics. Not really sure how that happened or why, but hopefully it gets sorted out. Italics is annoying!!
Oh yeah! And I forgot to mention, that lasagna that I made Saturday night for lunch on Sunday? It WAS the best lasagna I’ve ever made. DELICIOUS. In fact, I’m having the leftovers for lunch today. I can’t wait!!
I read a great article today from Uplook Magazine from the November 2006 Article.
I attend a church that belongs to the Brethren Assemblies. What sets us apart from other evangelical bible believing churches is that we operate without a Pastor. On purpose. I have been asked many times about how our church works and runs without a Pastor, “Worship Team”, or other such committees within the church. I have attended a Brethren church all of my Christian life, so I’m never really sure how to respond.
Our first service on Sunday morning is our Breaking of Bread service, or communion some might call it. Different men take the opportunity to share what God has pressed upon their hearts for that meeting, and we sing some hymns, and we partake of some bread and grape juice. We do this every Sunday, as we believe it is something to be partaken every time the church body is gathered together for Sunday worship. We follow this service by our regular service, much like any other preaching type service at any other church. Only, there is a different speaker each week. We do assign topics and go with a “theme” or something of the sort, and every now and then the Speaker is free to preach on whatever the Lord has placed upon his heart. We believe very much in the New Testament church as illustrated for us in God’s word, including items such as women remaining silent during teaching services (as in, not teaching or sharing, we’re allowed to cough, or laugh if someone makes a joke! Oh yeah, and we sing too, of course!), Elders to guide the church rather than one man, etc. You can see 1 Timothy as an example for some of these guidelines.
Anyways, I’m just going to leave the article here for you if you’d like to read about it. It’s called Where is Your Pastor? What Should We Say?
I just got finished what I’m pretty sure is the best lasagna I’ve ever made. I don’t know yet, in fact I never even sampled the sauce, but we’ll all find out tomorrow. I’m making it ahead of time because we’re having a family over from church for lunch. Should be a really fun time, they’re really great people. I’m hoping my lasagna will be a big hit.
The Boy was in rare form tonight. In a good way. He was hilarious statement after hilarious statement!
We were talking about our vacation hopeful plans for the summer, and I had mentioned going to the Discovery Wildlife Park, and then this;
Dan: And afterward we could maybe go to the Waterslide Hotel?
MyKidsMom: Or maybe we could even find some outdoor waterslides?
The Boy (eyes get REALLY wide): Totally Mom. Yeah, Totally.
I’ve never heard him say “totally” in response to anything, it was really quite funny to hear from his 3.5 year old mouth.
A while later I was helping him clean up his room, a clean up which consists of putting all of his many books back on his bookshelf. I sit next to the bookshelf and arrange them according to size and type, just as I do best, and he brings them all to me from off the floor.
MyKidsMom: Wow! You sure have a lot of books!
The Boy: (surprised voice) OH! (giggles) Why thank you Mama!!
Woohoo! I hadn’t even meant to be complimenting him! And lookey there!
I had agreed that once we finished cleaning up his room, we’d play with his Cars on his Cars mat.
MyKidsMom: So, who should I be?
The Boy: Uhh, you can be Chick Hicks.
MyKidsMom: Ok. Can I be Guido too?
The Boy: Yeah!
MyKidsMom: And Lizzie?
The Boy: Ok!
MyKidsMom: (thinking he was being all to agreeable) And Fillmore, and Sarge, and Brand New Mater, and Luigi, and Sally?????
The Boy: (thinking hard) Uhhh, well, no… (Looks me in the eye) They’re too expensive.
Ohhhh. I stand corrected. The story behind these Cars is that his collection started when Dan came across them at Wal-Mart, not too long after the movie came out. He picked them up for him, and since then we’ve never really seen them in stores, they’ve always been sold out. Especially the closer we got to Christmas. So we ended up getting the rest of them for Christmas for him off of eBay. They are all metal die cast, but some of them have extra peices that are plastic, ie. Mater’s tow hooks, Boost’s spoiler/fin thing, Lizzie’s fenders, etc. So I gave him strict instruction that some parts were breakable, and while it was important to have fun with his cars, to not crash them and break them. I’m pretty sure I didn’t tell him they were expensive, because they weren’t, but somehow he came up with that. The really funny part is that when I went looking for them to attach a link for what they were (see Cars, above) they’re like sixty bucks!!! That’s robbery!! We didn’t even pay CLOSE to that!!! HAHA! So I guess he was right. I really do stand corrected.
We’ve just cleaned up the family room. There’s no toy box in here, as there’s theoretically not supposed to be much (or any) toys in this room. There is a whole basement of toys, and that’s where I’d like to keep them. However, they manage to grow little legs and end up in my family room, and today I was fed up and trying to clean them up. I had an empty cardboard box from a package that had come earlier in the week, so I began to put all the toys away in there. Of course, at my side is Little Girl, ready and armed to pull them all out one by one, just as fast (or faster) as I am loading them in. I started to get a little on edge after about the fifth toy that I put in the box twice. After I got everything up off the floor, I headed upstairs to grab the vaccuum. The baby gate was up at the entry way to the room, so neither kids could leave the room. Then I heard:
“i need myee eeengaa urlessss”
Being the fabulous mother that I am, I ignored it. After all I would be going down the stairs again in about 3 point 5 seconds, so I’m not about to rush back down just to hear what The Boy was yelling for! But, again, he yells:
“i need myee eeengaa urlessss!!!! i need myee eeengaa urlessss!!!! Myeee eeenngaaa Urlleeesss, Mom! I neeeeeeed em!!!!!”
Please note, my son does not have any type of speech impediment, however between 3 or 4 walls, what he’s trying to tell me gets muffled. He tends to repeat the same things over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again until I acknowledge him. Especially when I’m busy doing something. I don’t really blame him, I would probably do the same thing. Although, he should have a little bit more social graces to understand that I’m busy, and if he’d just give me a second to respond, I’d do so. However, he’s 3.5, not, oh I don’t know how long that takes, I suppose it never comes for some people, so we’ll just err on the side of caution and say, 18. Anyways. He repeated it over and over and over again until I came back down the stairs…which by that time was about 10 times. By the time I was coming down the stairs I was getting mighty frustrated, and I called out his name and told him to STOP! When I hopped over to the gate and into the room, I told him in a rather miffed and annoyed voice “Son, if mom is all the way upstairs when you are calling out to me, I can’t hear you properly, and you just need to have patience until I come back down.” It was at this point that I started giggling to myself. And that voice of doom in the back of my head said “naaa naaa naaa naaa naaa!!” It was my mother, of course. Laughing at me for payback. Because I am the Queen of impatient people, and how on earth could The Boy learn to be patient with me, when I am not patient with him!! There’s always that saying that if you find yourself praying for patience, it’s too late. But I pray fo rpatience DAILY. Because I just don’t have it.
I got an iTunes gift certificate for Christmas, and I just finally spent some of it!! I bought the new Faith Hill album called Fireflies. (Sorry but I’m too lazy right now to make links for those. If you wanna see it, go Google it!) Anyways, the second track is called Dearly Beloved, and I instantly loved it. Normally, I don’t really appreciate songs like this, but this song is done in a very obviously mocking type way. We could get into a really big discussion about the meaning of this song, and how it’s so sad because it happens so often, and why do people make these choices, bla bla blah. But, personally, I’d rather just enjoy the song for today and take it a little more lightheartedly. So here it is:
Good Morning Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today to watch two people we know make a big mistake.
They’ll stand up at the altar and solemnly swear “I do”. They’ll be together forever until they find somebody new.
Her Daddy’s in the front row muttering “oh no, here we go again. They had a couple dates, now she’s three months late, and it’s twenty bucks a plate I spent….oh.”
Good Morning, Dearly Beloved, I’d like to welcome y’all to see the side effects of sex and alchohol.
Please bow your heads and join me in a prayer for these two, they’ll be together forever until they find somebody new.
The bride is a flirt, and the groom is much worse - as he’s putting the ring on her he’s checking out the bridesmaids thinking that he might take the maid of honor’s honor, oh!
Welcome Dearly Beloved, we are here this afternoon to throw rice as these two drive down the road to ruin. With cans tied to the bumper, and a draggin’ muffler too, they’ll be together forever until they find somebody new.
So raise your glass and join me, here’s to the bride and groom, they’ll be together forever until they find somebody new!
Anyways. I’m sure I’ll get sick of it soon, being as it is, a seemingly sad story for the poor child soon to suffer from their immaturity, but for now, I’ll enjoy it while I can still emotionally detach from it and enjoy it’s catchy rythym. 
Monday: I forget. I always forget.
Tuesday: Throwing up with nothing in your stomach, aka. dry heaving, SUCKS big time. I thought I was dying.
Wednesday: I play with The Boy more than I think I do. It’s really, really, REALLY hard to play when you’re incredibly nauseous.
Thursday: Spaghetti mess on the high chair tray, if left too long, will stain the tray. Forever. Unless anyone out there has any fancy remedies? Anyone? Anyone??
Friday: The Flyer Force only pays 79$/month to deliver flyers to about 70 houses 3 times a week.
Hurray for Grandma’s! My mother-in-law came over yesterday to help me with the kids while I am still recouperating from one of the worst flu’s I’ve ever had. I won’t go into details about that, it’s just not pretty. Anyways, The Boy got one of those Leap Pad book things for Christmas from his Nana, and he plays with it ALL the time. He got the Cars book (the Disney movie) to go with, but after a week or two we lost the cartridge that you slide into the book in order to make it work! It had been missing ever since, but Grandma found it last night, much to The Boy’s delight! He’s been glued to the book ever since. In fact, he was so into that book, that while the cartridge was missing, that would be the book he’d want us to read to him at night, only he’d want us to pretend that we were the leap pad. “Welcome to the leappad learning system. Press the green ‘go’ circle to begin reading this page. (Insert musical medley here)” I’m so glad that we don’t have to do that anymore!!
So, I’m mostly over this sickness I was attacked with this week. I really hope to feel even better tonight so I can go to my soccer game. Everyone is trying to convince me to take it easy, but I really want to go play!! I’ve been feeling my best in the evenings though, so I’m feeling optimistic.
I had a dream last night that my sister wasn’t seeing my Dad and Step Mom and kids anymore, as they had been acting kind of childish. (in the dream, this has not happened at all in real life) So I convinced her to come a visit them with me (they lived in another city in my dream) at first it was all good. But then all they wanted to do the whole time was watch TV (which is so weird, because that’s not how they are in real life, AT ALL!) and we were mad because we had come all that way to see them, and all they wanted to do was watch TV. So, we were about to leave when my step sister warned us of not driving a certain way, or we’d be attacked (apparantley they suddenly lived in a shoddy neighborhood) so we ended up having to take a round-a-bout type route that took a really long time to get home. I am mentioning this dream because I think it was one of the most random dreams I’ve had in a long time. I dream almost every night, but usually they are involved with something I was doing/watching before I went to bed, or current life event I am going through…or whatever. But this dream? Nothing. So then I couldn’t help but think – what could this possibly mean? Don’t random dreams usually come with some sort of meaning? I usually don’t look for meaning in my dreams, I count them as dreams and that’s it. But every now and then I wake up going What The…?? before I even get a conscious thought in there to say “meh, whatever, it’s just a dream.”
Anyhow, enough rambling. I’m gunna go watch The Boy play outside, it’s a beautiful day!
I found this site today, and I rejoiced. I have been overwhelmed lately at the way in which we are trying to raise our little girls and boys to be visually sex orientated. Oriented? I don’t know which word. You know what I’m trying to say. Read the rest of this entry »
My days have been long and lonely lately. My time is spent making meals, cleaning house, wiping bums, wiping little tears, and disciplining. When looking upon the whole of it, it seems like such a daunting task, one that I question whether I’m ready for, or fully able to do, mentally, emotionally, and physically. However, I think if you wait to enter Motherhood until you are “ready”, you will never enter. At least, maybe, I wouldn’t have. I was “forced” to grow up fast, and get ready, by my own decision to get married and raise the little life that was growing inside me. I chose this life, and I don’t regret or resent it. However, being 19 at the time meant giving up on certain ideas/dreams, and grabbing a hold on new ones. All my life growing up, I just wanted to be “mom”. I knew I wanted to get married young, and have children young, so that I could enjoy seeing GrandChildren, and hopefully great Grandchildren. I also knew from about 14 or 15 years old that I wanted to marry Daniel. I just didn’t intend to do it quite as fast as I did.
There were two empty spots in my heart at 19. One, for a man, a husband. Someone to share my life with and know that it would be forever. And another for a girlfriend. Someone to gab with, relate to, encourage, and grow with. I have my Man, but I feel that hole for a girlfriend ever widening. I have some really great friends in my life. Some that I have been friends with only for a little while, and some that I’ve been friends with for years and years. You see, being a 23 year old mom of two is rare these days. Oh, correct that. MARRIED, 23 year old mom of two. It seems like the average age of a married mom of two toddlers is about 34. Which is fine. I have a few friends that have kids the same age as mine, the thing is that those ladies are in their 30’s. We get along great, it’s just that even though our kids are the same age, there is a big difference in living life in general when you are a decade apart. Everyone my age is either in university, just graduated/graduating, in the work force/newly married. It can be hard to relate and converse sometimes, especially when you value different things in life. And when I’m here and lonely during the day, looking for a friend, everyone is at work. In the evenings, I like to spend time with my husband and my family…so it makes it difficult to get time in with those friends. I’m not looking to smother anybody. I just want to have a friend that I can phone up and laugh with when my kid doesn’t get his pants down all the way and pees all over the bathroom floor. Someone who will get it and laugh with me (or cry with me, depending on what kind of day I’m having!!). And then we can just say “bye” and there doesn’t need to be an awkward moment of “so, when are we getting together, or I’ll call you at X time on X day”. Does that kind of friendship not happen anymore once you become a Mother? I would love to have a friend who shares similar convictions as me, someone that we can talk about Spiritual things, and encourage each other. Someone who feels the same as me about the importance of Motherhood, and the role we play in “society”, and in God’s will. I am beginning to lose hope that this sort of friend exists, as I’ve been out and about, and I haven’t seen it anywhere. I met a woman at a playground one time, and we had a great chat. I got the boldness to get her # so we could meet up again…but it never seemed to work out and I gave up. I am thinking about giving up. On this hole in my heart. I’m sure I can find something to fill it.
Actually, I had a neighbor a while back when The Boy was a baby. She had her little boy about 2 months after I had mine. And she had 3 or 4 close friends, all of whom had children, and were over all the time. And I’d look out my front window and there they’d be, out on the front porch enjoying each other’s company and each other’s children. It was always that type of friendship where all of the kids were like their own kids. And I always wanted that. Someone who I know would love my own kids as their own, and I would care just as much for theirs. I have this one single friend who does that and I just love her for it. She’ll be over and The Boy will say or do something, and if I’m not in the room, I’ll hear her correct him, or talk to him, or whatever. I love that she cares about him so much to do that for me. Actually, thinking about this old neighbor has reminded me that this type of friendship does exist. And that I shouldn’t give up. Because if she had it, why can’t I?
I just wish there was some sort of friend fairy Godmother. That poof, she’d be here and we’d get along like it was yesterday. Like we’ve known each other since 1985. I know it takes time to build a friendship. I’m working on it with a few people, but I am impatient. I guess all I can do is pray. I can pray for myself, for peace, and comfort in lonely times from God, and for Her, whover she is, may it be someone that I already know, or someone new, that our friendship would develop. And soon!!
