Pain

I have a pain in my side. Around about where my appendix would be. I am not sure what this is all about. I don't want to call the doctor but I am afraid I am going to have to. I have been feeling a bit nauseous after eating over the past week or so but nothing serious. I just thought maybe I was fighting to not get a stomach bug. Of course not bad enough to make me stop eating.

But then today there is this pain. It hurts when I move certain ways and really if I push on that spot. The problem with calling the doctor is that I don't have the time. Their office isn't anywhere near where I work and isn't really near my house either. It is out of the way. Plus I would have to take time off of work. Not really into that.

So I am not sure if I should wait to see if it goes away. I don't want to panic and call the doctor at every little paper cut. But I also will go if I need to.

My dilemma is how long do I wait before making the call? I don't know anyone who has had their appendix removed to even know if these are symptoms. My fear is if it is and it bursts then I am screwed. UGH.

Tuesday Mish Mosh

I have several random thoughts so I am just going to blabber on about them here. Together.

First, how about Ellmo? He is making a killing. Well maybe that is not appropriate to say about a children's toy. But the adults are the ones who are going crazy. Did anyone see this report?
Oh.My.Goodness. It is a toy. Now I understand the desire to get your hands on one but it is not necessary to hurt someone.

This reminds me of Black Friday. One of my favorite shopping days. Our office is always closed the day after Thanksgiving and I get up at the crack of dawn and head out for the stores. I stand in the lines to get in and try to get my coveted items. I have already studied the ads and know what I want and where. I know which stores open first and plan out a driving route to make the most of my time. I am usually just out getting extra stuff after 8:00am. But I got off track. My point is that even though I am one of "those" people. I am still not one of "those" people who will push, shove, run, and steal something out of someone else's cart. It is crazy. People get so uptight. I make it a point to be extra nice to the people working because there is no way in hell I would want to work on that day. CRAZY!!!

My mother pisses me off. This of course is nothing new but this just sucks. Apparently she is out of town but I am sure she knew about this. You see my godfather has been pretty sick as of the last few months. I didn't really know him but through email and our family email link I have gotten to know him a bit recently. I knew he was nearing the end of his battle with cancer but I had no idea he had passed away on the 17th. I had no idea there was a wake and funeral. I had no idea. I guess one of the older cousins decided this should not be something that was sent out to everyone through the email link. He assumed each family branch would notify all. Well our branch is broken. I came in to work yesterday to an email saying what a nice wake and funeral it was. WHAT!! This really bummed me out. I am sure I will be sad once I get over my anger.

My daughter yelled at me last night while we were playing a board game. Literally yelled at me. So I told her as calmly as I could that she did not need to yell. That I had not said she lied about where she was on the game and that she will not talk to me like that. Her response, "Mom, you made me mad. You said I went to the castle already and I didn't. You said I lied. You just made me so mad!!". It is a shame she didn't hear me the first time. So we put the game away and we will not be playing it again this week. The thing is if she would have listened to me that she indeed did go to the castle already she would have been winning. And the funny thing is she is so opinionated and believes she is always right. She will argue to death. So I just try to tell myself that it is good she is like this so that no one will ever walk all over her. Damn it. Who ever said kids should have a mind of their own (dripping in sarcasm is also something she picked up). I am sure these traits come from my husband. ;)

Maybe there was a common theme today. Can you guess what it was?

Yep.

Why can't we all just get along........

Sometimes I crack myself up.

New Living Room

My Sister-In-Law and her husband gave us their "old" entertainment center. They are getting a new one. Now keep in mind this one is in great condition and is maybe 6 years old if that.

This gave us the perfect excuse to paint the living room. We have been wanting to do it for awhile but the thought of moving our old entertainment center was enough to put the kabosh on that idea.

So this was the perfect time. I picked up a bunch of paint swatches a couple of weeks ago. It is very hard to pick colors since our carpet is a bright royal blue and we are unable to replace it now. Our current color was white with just a hint of purple. It looked white unless it was in a certain light or you looked in the corners.

Our new color is purple. But with a hint of grey/blue. As we told people we picked purple their reaction was always, "Oh". And I would laugh saying it isn't as bad as it sounds.

I did take before pictures but haven't been able to take the after pictures yet. Once I do I will add them on this post.

Needless to say we are exhausted. We started on Friday afternoon and had to finish with enough time to get the TV hooked back up before the 4:00 football game. And since I am the one who hooks up the electronics the pressure was on.

The suspense builds. Did the TV get hooked back up?

Or not?

I should take a vote. But who really cares.

And in case you care, yes it was done with time to spare.

My motivation was my good friend had her baby on Saturday and I wanted to get to the hospital to see her and the baby. Plus I was excited to give her my gift. She had a beautiful 9 lb. baby girl with a little bit of dark brown hair. She didn't feel heavy at all. Of course that is because I am now used to picking up 36 lbs.. of little girl. We got her this really cute pink and white build a bear on the day she was born so that the birth certificate of the bear matches the day of the babies birth. Every now and then I come up with a good idea.

Swish Swish

I am happy to say that I did not break a leg last night.

You see, last night was our 1st ice skating lesson. My sister, a friend, my sister in law and I were in the adult class and my daughter was in the kids beginner class.

We all learned how to fall. How to get up. How to march.

The adults also learned how to stop. How to hop in place. And how to make swizzels.

It was so much fun. But I did have a flashback moment.

Picture a young child around 8 or 9. Innocent and shy. Her parents put her in ice skating lessons. She learns how to skate fairly well. At the end of the year is the ice show.

This shy girl is then dressed in a flapper outfit. Which is really cool when you spin and certainly that was the best part.

During the show my parents and grandparents are seated in the bleachers to watch their precious child. Little did I know they had evil and sinister plans. Little did I know that as the show went on I would disown them completely. For they had a plan to embarrass me beyond belief.

After each group did their performance we all had to skate around the wall to wave to our fans. That is when I really really really heard the loud roar of my family. And they had the nerve to be saying my name in their cheers. What are they thinking. I refused to even glance in their direction. Who are those crazy people? I don't know. They are not with me.

I was soooooo very embarrassed. Funny how our perspectives change as we get older. I am now the one cheering for my daughter. She seems to like it, though.

And now I look back at that memory as a fond one.

So now I joke that we can be in the ice show this year as adults. I joke now but ask me in the spring and it may no longer be a joke. We shall see. Maybe they won't even ask us. And even if I am secretly happy I will be outwardly disappointed.

Busy Busy Busy

This week has been such a crazy week. Today being the worst in a way. We are also trying to clear out our living room to paint by this weekend. We are getting a new (for us) entertainment center from one of my SIL and BIL's who have bought a new plasma tv and are no longer in need of the one they have. It is really nice. It is real furniture. Ours is a pressed wood type of thing. Nice but not real furniture. So since we need to move everything it is a perfect time to paint.

But back to today.....

Not only do I need to work today, I had to drop off Jaclyn at my SIL's house which I don't normally do on Thursdays.

My MIL or SIL will be taking her home sometime this morning and my MIL will watch her the rest of the day.

I will then race home and take her to dance class.

We will then race to the bank.

We will then race home.

Eat dinner. Hopefully.

Change our clothes.

And both of us will be heading to the ice rink for ice skating lessons.

Yes, both of us.

Jaclyn has been wanting to take ice skating lessons for about 6 months. Today they will start. If you remember we went skating a few weeks ago and it was so much fun that my sister, her friend, and I decided to take lessons also. And now my other SIL is supposed to join us.
Get your ice packs ready. I may need them.

Pre-School Warnings

So I feel as though I have been getting indirect warnings from the pre-school teachers.

Since my SIL takes and picks up my daughter on the 3 days a week she goes to school I get the messages from her. When there is about 10 minutes left in class one of the teachers will go out into the hall and talk to the all the parents in general about the day. I keep hearing stuff like send them in comfortable clothes, don't wear anything fancy tomorrow or next week, dresses are probably hard for the kids, and on and on.

I can't help my daughter LOVES her skirts and dresses. I had finally talked her into wearing jeans for this week. She hasn't worn them yet since they were set out for tomorrow but we at least got them set out. Don't get me wrong. Jaclyn doesn't run the ship completely but I like to give her a say in what she wears. This makes her happy and me also since I don't have to struggle with her about her outfit.

Today was supposed to be one of the don't wear anything fancy days since they will be painting. So I picked out an outfit that was from Walmart as one of her crummy outfits. Most of her clothes are from the Childrens Place and I only paid a max of $5 per piece. Generally only a $1 or $2. She doesn't really have the rag-a-muffin type clothes. So I sent her in looking all cute and stuff.

I truly wouldn't be that upset if she got paint or juice or whatever on her clothes. If she wears each thing only once I got my money's worth.

Is it wrong that I want her to be clean and orderly when she goes to school?

Rockstar

I am all for a good rock band but I just spent the summer watching Supernova choose their new lead singer. Most of the decisions I have agreed with.

So it came down to the final 4. Over the few weeks prior they performed some of their new songs. It sounded like they wanted to have a different sound to what they had previously in their former bands.

But then they chose the winner and he sounds so much like the singers of their past bands. The hard hard rock sound.

UGH. That was a waste. I wanted Toby to win personally. I even voted online this week but to no good. I guess they just saved me some money.

Send Help For My Sanity

After only 2 days of pre-school my daughter informs me she has a boyfriend. His name is Anthony and he likes her a lot.

I ask how she knows he likes her. She tells me because he is always looking at her and he wants her to help him.

So I ask if she likes him. She is all giggly and says yes.

I ask her what makes her like him.

She tells me "because he likes for me to help him and he is funny and cool."

Oh boy. Am I in trouble.

Babies Grow Too Fast

My baby girl is no longer a baby. She is now a school aged child. How did that happen? When did that happen?

Well, it happened yesterday. Yesterday was her first day of pre-school. She was sooooooo excited. She could hardly contain herself. She went right in the classroom and sat on her name on the floor as instructed. They sang a number song, did a Clifford story, made a Clifford art project, played with toys, and played I spy. Even had a snack of juice and pretzels.

I took the day off so that I could be the one to take her and pick her up on her very first day. I was doing pretty good until we pulled out of our driveway and I saw the kindergarten kids get on the bus. I looked at the bus and it drove by and all I saw was all of these tiny little heads that barely reached the windows and tears started to well up in my eyes. If my girl wasn't in the car I probably would have been bawling. But I pulled it together as I didn't want her to see me crying before she went to school. When I got back there to pick her up she was actually a little sad it was over so quickly. But since she got to go back today it was all good from there.

Yesterday she wore her special school outfit we bought. On the shirt it said Princess in sparkly letters and another little girl in her class said she looked like a princess. It was really cute. She of course had to wear another dress today and has one picked out for tomorrow. We will see how long the dresses will last.

After I picked her up I took her to lunch. Just the two of us. It was so nice to just hang out with her. I really had a great day with my beautiful, smart, funny girl.

I love you Jaclyn, more than you know.

Fa, Fa, Fa, Fashion

Who decides what is in style and what is not. If you look back over the years there are some really silly looks that people thought were the bomb. Just like sayings they go out of style.

Flared jeans were such the craze, then those same people who wore their flares proudly thought what in the world. Then turned around and bought them for their kids so their kids would be hip and cool.

What I am not sure of is this fall's fashion trend.

Who decided it was cowboys and cowgirls for this fall season? Not that I am necessarily opposed to it but it just seems strange. When did the western scene become the IT look? Or a better question was who decided it was cool to wear leggings under shorts or skirts? I don't particularly like this look other than to say I love this because it covers more skin. I would love for the fashions to not be too skimpy as my daughter gets older. So I will toast anyone who makes kids clothing that covers up more skin than it shows. Here's to you fashion designer....

My fashion sense consists of the same basic clothes/style that I have worn for the past 10 years at least. I don't buy too many clothes for myself. Partially because I need to lose weight and therefore clothes shopping is not very fun. But mostly because I prefer to spend the money on my daughter. I try to buy clothes at the end of the season and put them away for the following year. But how do I do that when someone decided to make her a cowgirl.

Kids can be cruel so I don't want her too much out of style but I also refuse to get rid of the basics. She has her normal jeans, long sleeve cotton shirts, and other such items that she will be wearing often. I did purchase a special school outfit and some new shoes. Including some cowboy type brown and pink boots but other than that she is stuck with what she has.

I am thinking about letting her wear her special outfit for the first day. I really want to make it special since this is her first day ever of school. Even if it is pre-school. I want to take her picture going in and all of that good stuff. I hope I don't embarrass her.

My SIL is taking her to an orientation tomorrow morning since I have to work, so she will meet some of the kids then. But it is still not her real official first day. That comes on Monday. I took the day off so we can make a day of it. I told her I will curl her hair, drop her off, and pick her up. I think I may take her to lunch after or do something fun. She is so excited. I just hope she keeps that enthusiasm throughout her school years.

This also makes me very sad that she is growing up so quickly. I want to keep my baby with me forever. She tries my patience daily but I wouldn't trade her for the world.

She used to tell me that she was going to live with me forever. Recently she told me she wants her house to be pink. I told her that I thought she was going to always live with me. And her reply was, "Mom, it doesn't work like that. I will come visit you but I can't live with you".
WHAT!!! Who told her at 4 that she has to live on her own! The injustice of it all. Who thought it was ok to make her a little wiser in the ways of the world. UGH> I guess I can't keep her this age forever.

When I take her to my SIL's house during the day while I work I still put a change of clothes, medicine (in case it is ever needed), her glasses case, her blankets and baby and any other stuff in a bag that stays there with her. Until this week it was still a diaper style bag. It was a solid navy blue but still a diaper bag. So we went and got her a black Hello Kitty backpack and moved all of her stuff into that. I made a big deal about getting rid of her "baby" bag and now she has her big girl bag. She has been very big on not being called a baby and not being treated like a baby lately. Of course I use this to my advantage when necessary to get her to listen and do what was asked of her but it also makes me a little sad. My "baby" is no more. She is growing so fast I can't keep up. She still needs me more than not but she is growing mentally and emotionally also. My prayer is still that when she grows up and as she grows up we stay close and can always talk to each other about anything and everything.

Labor Day Weekend

So who had a great weekend? Anyone? Anyone?

Ooh! Ooh! Hand raised high. Ooh! Ooh!

I did.

Saturday we were busy cleaning, and doing errands. We were gone most of the day but I was totally fine with that since I still had 2 more days off of work.

Sunday we did some lounging in the morning but then in the afternoon Jaclyn and I went ice skating. A friend of mine was having a birthday party for her hockey son and invited us to come skating. Jaclyn has been dying to go skating ever since she saw some movies featuring ice skating stories. This has been the first opportunity. I knew I would be putting her in skating lessons this fall so Thursday evening I found her some used (like new) skates for only $15. With some new pink laces and use of my magic eraser they looked brand new. My sister as well as a few other people we work with were also invited. Plus a ton of other people.

So we get to the rink, put on our skates (mine-rented), and we head for the ice. Jaclyn thinks she will just get on the ice and she will be spinning and doing triple sowcows. However, that was not to be. She kept telling me that her tummy was nervous before we got there. I tried to prepare her for feeling that cool sensation on her bum but she still thought no problem. She puts her skate to the ice and whooom. She almost goes down. I am holding her hand and manage to keep her up. Now I am nervous as I have not ice skated in at least 20 years. So I am also prepared to kiss the ice. But the cool air and smooth glassy ice was so inviting that I didn't even care if I ended up close and personal with my reflection.

Jaclyn and I are inching along the side so she can hold the wall. We make it about a 1/4 way around the rink and 15 minutes has passed. I was a little bummed because I wanted to go. To feel the wind through my hair. But my child needed me. Then my sister came to the rescue. She grabbed Jaclyn's other hand and we started off. Each of us holding a hand trying to hold her up. Me going backwards, Missy going forwards and Jaclyn getting brave in between. Us continually saying "keep your feet flat and together". She thought she could swish swish swish with us pulling her. And by the time it was all said and done she could. And she would say go faster. I want to go faster. There were a few close calls where we almost bladed over another child or adult who came in our path. By the end we were all going forward as fast as we could.

And with 2 minutes left in this beautiful skating session........

We are going fast down the straight away when all of a sudden I am kissing the ice. OUCH!! My knee cap hits first. Then my arm and side. Jaclyn is down closer to Missy and it was ugly. You see we were getting cocky. Jaclyn lost her footing kicking my skate out from under me and before you knew what was going on we were down. It must have looked really bad because a man near us was asking if we were ok. And trying to offer me a hand to get up. I said we were fine through my laughter and tried to get myself up. I wanted to save what little dignity I had. But you better believe if I couldn't get up on my own I would have had to swallow the last bite of pride. Ahh but thanks to my toe pick I was able to maneuver myself to my feet. Jaclyn is not quite crying but also not whining. There was some sort of inbetween crying thing going on about her thumb bleeding. I would have taken a picture of it but the cut was so miniscule that it would not have shown up on film. It was also bleeding if you want to call it that. It was more like a red line.

So we are now done skating and getting our shoes back on. We get a snack for Jaclyn from the vending machine and get in the car. We drive the 30 minutes back home and all is well in the world. We had a blast.

A little while later I decide to look at my knee. OH MY GOODNESS!!! Who put that goose egg under my skin! It is scraped and swollen. My husband just shakes his head and goes on about his business (of doing nothing).

It was still a load of fun!!

Even though a few days have gone by and my knee is still a little sore and I discovered a scrape on my arm.

I am now the proud owner of my own ice skates. I will be hitting the ice once a week if at all possible.

Monday we went to a local county fair to check out the livestock. My daughter is so good about not hounding us for rides at the fairs that I even let her play a $5 throw darts to pop balloons guaranteed large prize for kids game. She got a cute stuffed purple butterfly that hasn't left her side yet.

The most important part of the fair for Jaclyn and I was her discovery of the elephant ear. I have been teasing her about eating elephant ears since last winter. All summer we weren't able to get one. Once I tried but she chickened out. She was very concerned we were going to be eating a real elephant's ear with powdered sugar on top. Needless to say she was happy it was not. I took her picture taking a bite before we left the fair. Now I will need something else to harass her with.

From the fair we went to my SIL and BIL's house for a cookout. We had a lot of fun there and found out they are remodeling their living room and will be giving us their entertainment center. It is much nicer than the cheap thing we use so that was a nice surprise. We should get it sometime in October. The trick will be to get it to our house. Now I will really need to get my butt moving to paint and re-arrange the furniture that I have been talking about doing all year.
We stayed there until 7:30 and then had to hurry home to catch Prison Break.

If I had my pictures off of my camera I would post some but sadly I am not that up to date transferring the pictures from my camera.

I hope everyone has a great short week. I know I am glad it is already Wednesday.

A Quickie

Just a quick moment to say.....


WOO HOOOOOOO

This is my last day with no makeup!!!! Not that I am excited or anything (sorry, I had to wipe my mouth. The sarcasm was running down the side of my chin.).


More later....

Running

You know way back when I was a child. It is hard to imagine that possible but it is true. As a baby I learned how to walk when I was 9 months old. I am sure I learned to run while I was 1.

But now that I am ummm well let's just say older I don't know how to run. It feels like my legs are thinking my mind is crazy for trying to fathom such an idea of moving one foot in front of the other in a fast motion. About a year and a half ago I started to take the stairs at work and run on my treadmill at home. My knee decided it wasn't very happy with me. I had problems with it locking as if something was in it before this bright idea too force. So I ended up having laproscopic knee surgery last summer.

I was doing well with trying to lose weight and be more active before this surgery. After it I just sort of stopped. My knee is completely better but my weight is not. I really want to change this but haven't found something to motivate me enough.

Well, I think I have found my answer......

I want to run a race at W*alt Di*sney Wo*rld!!!!

HOW FUN WOULD THAT BE!!!!!!!!!!

So I am making my goal to be able to run a race there. I don't think I could do it by this January but hopefully they have other events throughout next year.

Makeup

I find myself going crazy this week because I cannot wear my eye makeup. I am not someone who looks perfect by any means. I have been known to run up to the store without makeup on as long as I wasn't going to be gone long. I do pray that I never run into anyone. The horror of that is unthinkable.

But I have now had to go to work for 4 days without makeup. And everyone is looking at me. I know they are. I am NOT paranoid. They ARE looking at me. Don't you see them?

Ok maybe not but that is what it feels like. On a normal day, I start the day with my makeup done and I attempt to do my hair. Although if there is any moisture in the air that is a futile project. But at least I start the day with my makeup on. During the day I rub my eyes, face, and who knows what else. Not there. I mean on my face. Anyway, by the end of the day my makeup is usually rubbed off for the most part. My mascara and eye liners do see me through, though.

So now every time I have to leave my desk in my very brown bland cubicle I feel the eyes.

They.Are.Looking.At.Me.

I CAN SEE

I made it through and it is great to not need contacts or glasses at all. I currently have 20/20 vision which I have not had since I was a kid. Unbelievable.

It definitely was one of the scariest things I have ever done.

When you first get there they double check your vision using the chart and prescription do hickey that you say better 1 or 2, 3 or 4, etc. Then you leave all of your possessions with your designated driver. Including your glasses.

They lead you into a back waiting area where they swab all around your eyes with iodine and then make you take Benedryl. Why Benedryl I am not sure. But I was proud of myself for being somewhat calm and deciding to not take the Valium. Already back there is a couple on one of the couches and another lady on the couch next to the chair I decide to sit in. OH-nearly forgot they make you put on a surgical cap and cover all of your hair and put gauze under it and over your ears so that drops don't run into your ears. That was a pretty sight. At least I can imagine it was because I couldn't see anyone clearly enough to tell you. Everyone is fuzzy except the man who is only there to lend support to his wife. HE has his glasses on still so he was able to see. He offered to help me turn on the massage chair if I wanted to sit in it but I thought that would just make me more nervous so I stayed put. We all chatted briefly about our prescription strength and I was the lowest so I guess that is something....

The other 2 ladies were taken back before me so I was left to myself for a few minutes. Then they called my name. I tried to put on a brave face but I fear it didn't work. The "helper man" (HM) walked me to the first laser that was going to cut the corneal flap in each eye. He did warn me that it would go black while it was going. My eyes were numbed with drops and then it started. You have to try to lie still as you are tipped backwards in a dental type chair. Feet in the air. They put a cover over one eye and then suction cup a device over the eye they are working on. That didn't really hurt but it was a lot of pressure and did freak me out a bit. I tried to stay still and control my breathing but I was struggling a bit. The laser did its job and I couldn't see anything for a minute or so. When it was done that eye was extremely cloudy. They moved me a bit and did the second eye. The whole time I am thinking I don't even know if my eye is straight since I can't see a thing since you are "blind" while the laser was making its path along my cornea. Yikes. Once both eyes were done HM had me get up and go into the next laser room. He held my hand and guided me along. I still don't know what he really looks like but he is being very gentle and comforting. He reassures me that it is ok that it looks like I am looking through a bunch of bubbles. And in my head I think that is exactly what it looks like. How'd he get into my head?

In the next laser room I am left alone for 10 minutes for more drops to take effect. I am supposed to keep my eyes closed this whole time. I try to relax and I start to hear someone moving around. Next thing I know the Dr. is introducing himself and moving me under the laser that will now change the shape of my eyes. He again covers the left eye while they start with the right one. He asks me to look up as far as I can. He tapes my eyelid but I can't really tell if I am doing it right. I must be since he then told me to look down as far as I can and he again puts tape to hold my eye open. Dr. tells me to watch the red light. I think I am doing this and I hope I am doing this. I hope my eye is not wandering as my mind is. I can feel myself start to panic a bit as I smell the laser working it's magic and the Dr. must have sensed this as well. Before I can really get myself worked up I feel a gentle touch of the Dr.'s hand as he puts it on the side of my face. It was so reassuring that it calmed me down immediately. He did have to tell me to keep watching the red light during my left eye so I must have wandered but he wasn't at all gruff about it. Which again calmed me. The strangest part is before and after the 2nd laser does it's thing the doctor is swiping and brushing and fluttering my eyeball. At least that is what it seems like since I can't really feel it nor see it. It was as if he was tickling my eye with a feather. I knew he was moving my cornea and replacing it and making sure it all went back together correctly but it was almost comical in a surreal sort of way.

I know during each phase I was clenching my hands together and holding my breath as I do in the dentist office. But it was fast. Thank goodness it was fast. The parts that really shook me were the suction cup thingy and the smell. The smell wasn't really a burnt flesh sort of smell but it was definitely a hot burning smell. Thank goodness it was fast.

I was taken in the back waiting room at 3:00 and I was out the door and heading to the car by 3:30. But not before they put the clear plastic guards taped to my forehead. Now that was a lovely sight. And not before they snapped a picture of me with the doctor before I had a chance to catch my breath after the surgery. Again another beautiful picture. You have to go back in the next day for a follow up 1 day after surgery. At this visit when you are seeing clearly they present you with this photo. I couldn't even look at it. Oh my it was bad.

My sister was quite happy she decided to drive me since she was able to get a chair massage while she waited for me. They have food, drinks, TV, massages and who knows what else that they give kindly and freely to the people in the waiting area.

I couldn't really see too well Friday on the way home as my eyes were very sensitive to the light. Similar to when you get them dilated. You are supposed to go home and sleep for 3-4 hours so that you keep your eyes closed. It helps them heal faster and better. But with a 4 year old that wasn't a possibility. I did keep them closed the majority of the time until 6:30 (which was then 3 hours post-op). My husband was nice enough to go get pizza so that I didn't have to cook. But by 7:30 I needed to make brownies for a BBQ at John and Lauri's house on Saturday. I meant to make them before work on Friday but forgot. Then I decided to give Jaclyn a bath since I knew I wouldn't have time on Saturday. My husband thought I was crazy but it really wasn't that hard to do by that point. I was really feeling like something was in my left eye and it kept running but my right eye was fine. By 8:00pm both eyes felt fine. I took some motrin around 9pm and Jaclyn and I both went to bed.

Jaclyn was so sweet when she got home. I actually was home first and was lying on the couch when her and J got home. She came in and just started rubbing my leg and saying, "Poor mommy. I am going to take good care of you." over and over. It was the cutest thing. She really does have a good heart.

When I woke up Saturday morning both eyes felt great. They weren't really light sensitive anymore and I was able to drive myself back to the office for my check up. All was well and my goodness my vision is 20/20. Amazing....

Now I just have to get past not wearing any eye makeup for a week. That is the hardest part for me. At least when I am not at home.

Anxiety

The verdict is in.......

I am having Lasik surgery on Friday. Tomorrow. Oh my...

I know I am making a volcano out of a small nugget of lava rock but it is scary. Like the molten lava chasing me trying to swallow me up. These are my eyes after all.

I remember back when I was in 9th grade. I thought I was so cool. WHAT!! I was wacked. I had such a warped sense of who I was back then. It feels like that was another person and I didn't really have a childhood. I think of the things I used to do and wonder who was that person. I am not sure how I became the woman (how did that happen) that I am.

I hear people talk of their childhoods and I don't feel that. I don't remember much. Just a few scattered memories from elementary school. I didn't have many friends. I don't really know why. I know I went to one school through 3rd grade. When my mother remarried and we moved to another city I started a new elementary school for 4th -6th grades.

I remember from my first school that I had a couple of friends (don't ask me their names) and that I was excited to get a certain teacher for 4th grade but we moved before I got that teacher (have no idea who that was now or if male or female or alien).

I remember my new school and the kids picking on me. I was a little chunky at that age and nobody really liked me. One big girl (at least I remember her bigger than me but who knows if she really was) tried to protect me but that didn't last through 6th grade. I am not sure how that fell to the wayside.

I do remember being able to jump rope really well. Even in my clogs.
Oh my clogs. I loved them more than anything. I was "grown" up and they had a high wedge heel. I wasn't allowed to get the ones that weren't a wedge. I wore them everywhere. They truly were the best thing ever!

What I remember most about my childhood is staying at my grandparents house. ALL THE TIME. I loved it there and those are really my fondest memories. My grandfather telling us we should make chocolate chip cookies and then leaving my grandmother and I to bake them. My grandmother gently rubbing my eyelids as I lay in the yellow daisy bedroom until I would fall asleep. Loving the velvety touch to the wallpaper in the dining room. Loving when my grandmother would vacuum the formal living room and the carpet would make stripes from the vacuum. Running around their house. Hiding in the crawl space in the basement. My grandmother telling anyone and everyone to leave me alone if I did something wrong. Truly being loved unconditionally by them. Sniff.Sniff.Sniff. Fighting back the tears as I write this because I miss her so much. Never really feeling that again after she passed away 14 years ago. Ok, I must get back to other childhood memories before I am crying my eyes out.

I remember going to the middle school and somehow making friends. I was never one of the popular girls but was able to get along with most cliques. I think part of my dorkness was that I was tall and developed ahead of other girls. Granted that all came to a screeching halt and I went from being one of the taller kids in the class to one of the shortest ones.

In middle school I had a "boyfriend" who wanted me to go to the dance. So we did and I was mortified at the time for the slow dance because he was shorter than I was. I hid in the bathroom until someone made me come out. That relationship only lasted 2 weeks. But we remained friends all the way through high school. Well, until he got a girlfriend that didn't like me being friends with him since we dated. I guess at that age the 2 weeks really counted. I still feel weird if I am taller than a man. Good thing my husband has 2 inches on me if he would only stand up straight.

I remember art class in junior high. I wasn't very good at it but I really liked the class. I also remember English class because of my teacher Mr. Fritch. I loved purple. It was my favorite color. His too. I sat in the front and was one of the best students in the class. I was always getting extra attention from him. By this time I was very thin and but probably still dorky. He used to use markers a lot and would get grape scented purple markers that he would always let me smell. I never thought it strange or weird. He was just my really cool teacher. And although extremely strange and weird to analyze now he will always be my cool teacher. As a side note, when we were in high school he ended up marrying a girl who was only a couple years older than me which we thought was scandalous at the time but not so much now.

At the time you don't think your teachers are only in their 20's. Most weren't but there were some young ones. Like the basketball coach. He was dreamy. He even asked me to play but I was too chicken. Plus the whole being short thing by then.

I was relatively a good kid. I didn't get into too much trouble. But I did start to drink alcohol in high school. Ok. Not IN high school but during my high school years. We would get drunk before dances at the local boys high school. We would sneak out at night to hang out at Dominos. Until my dad ended up getting a job there. Then there went that fun spot to flirt with the cute guy who worked at night. The local gang type guys looked out for me on the strip (a main road near my house where they hung out). I liked one of them and he took good care of me and wouldn't let me around anything bad. So even though they had a bad reputation I never really saw it. I had a crush on him but I think he knew better than to go there with me.

I did cut classes in high school quite a bit in my junior an senior year. The dynamics in my school changed drastically from my freshman year to the time I graduated and I just couldn't stand to be there. My dad got me out of detention once which was very cool of him. Saying he knew I wasn't going to be in class.

I basically hung out with the same set of friends, 1 girl and about 4 boys. Elaina and I were best friends through junior high and high school. But after that we kind of drifted apart. She had separate friends from the restaurant she worked at and I had mine from working at McDonalds. Our mothers were then best friends for many years after that. They probably still keep in touch. We both had serious boyfriends in high school. She was the first to "lose IT". I was so jealous. I was 17 when that happened and it was with my boyfriend of 2 years. He was a year older than I was and after I graduated he broke up with me. Although I don't blame him. I would have too. I was a flirt and had a couple of harmless kisses with others. It was for the best. I often wonder what happened to Bob. People thought I went out with him for his car because he wasn't the best looking guy. He had my all time favorite car in the world. A 65 mustang. It was a great car. But he was sweet and nice to me and I needed that. I hope he is well, married, and loving life. As a funny side note, his parents once caught us in the act. Boy was that embarrassing....

I don't remember being cold or hot on any day. I do remember walking to a school dance at the boys high school in just a pair of flats through the snow and thinking that wasn't bad at all. I was popular with the boys there. Partly because I worked with many of them but also because I used to be fun back then. I would just have fun. No pressure for anyone. Just hanging out dancing, talking, laughing, and who knows what else.

I tried to go to a local college after I graduated but that ended after a couple of quarters since I was also trying to work full time and just didn't have time. I still believe if I had been allowed to go away to college I would have finished. I wish I would have finished. But oh well. Sometimes I think it would be nice to get my degree now but in reality I know I don't have the desire to put in the necessary time at this point in my life. I would just want to be home with my daughter.

I wonder who was this salad eating, working out, loving life-(sort of) girl who knew how to have fun and was fun to be around. Who knew how to win at any water fight. Who could outrun the boys chasing her. Whose little sister always wanted to hang around and thought she was cool. Maybe she was cool at the time.

Where did she go?

Thank Goodness for Tivo

As the fall is fast approaching so is the new TV lineup. Yes we are a house with a TV on constantly. Even if no one is watching. But we do love our TV shows.

If it weren't for my husband's wonderful birthday gift he received a couple of years ago we would never be able to watch them all. But due to our wonderful Tivo we are able to record all sorts of things. Sometimes it will even record things it thinks we will like. Not always right but you never know what will be there by the Tivo brain.

Last night was the season premiere of Prison Break. It comes on at 8:00 which is not a good time for us as this is not a child friendly show and Jaclyn's bedtime isn't until 8:30-9:00. So we let it record and watch it after she is in bed. Yay for us!! Of course the show was awesome. It had a shocker moment that people weren't ready for. Got me all pumped up for me to lay in bed forever before being able to fall asleep. I loved every minute of it!

Last year this was how our nights were filled with TV: Prison Break, 24, Road Rules Challenge, House, Veronica Mars, The OC, ER, The Apprentice, Lost, Survivor, Rock Star, American Idol, Grey's Anatomy, and I am sure there were others.

Too many, I know. But great entertainment. Granted I usually watch something in the mornings as I am getting ready for work and sometimes on the weekends but they are usually worth it.

Ok. I will admit it.

Our house is full of TV junkies.


On the Lasik front, still no decision. My husband wasn't satisfied with the list I made and never looked at the checkbook. He claims he will look at the stuff today so we can decide. I told him I need to know since there is prep work I need to do starting this evening plus 2 prescriptions I need to get. UGH.

I Am Freaking.....

I am really freaking out today. I feel so nervous it is ridiculous.

I am terrified that my husband will put his stamp of approval on me getting Lasik surgery on Friday. It is costly and will increase our monthly bills. But if he doesn't agree than I need to order new contacts and get these glasses off of my face. BUT if he does agree than I need to muster up enough courage to go through with it. And that has me shaking in my boots or rather my sandals. I have to show him a copy of all of our bills and run through that whole mess. That also makes me nervous. Not that there is anything he can't see but I always feel like I am in an inquisition when he wants to look at the checkbook and bills.

Also adding to that is my excitement about Prison Breakk being back on the air tonight. I love that show!!! And that makes me nervous. And when that comes on after 24 then I can't get to sleep. I love it!

Are there any shows you are addicted to?

For me there are too many to list. Sad I know. But true.

Help Me Understand

I have been sitting on this info all week. I am not sure what to say. I just don't understand how these things happen. Or why.

In my family I have 2 younger sisters. There is the middle girl, M, who I love to death and is my best friend and sister. I talk to her just about every day. We work for the same company and I would do anything for her. She is the one I pray will become pregnant and soon.

Then there is the "other one", S. She just had a birthday on the 14th. She turned 25. So M sucked it up and called her and found out that she is 3 months pregnant and how that makes her birthday suck because she can't even enjoy it. (Keep in mind she is smoking as she is talking) Also she is now living with our mother in a trailer home (not that there is anything wrong with that but it is small). Oh and did I mention this will be her 4th child. Not to mention the other pregnancies she terminated (of which I have lost track). Many people who don't really know M or I would think that our issue is the fact that the father of all of these children is black and we are not. However, we could care less about that. Our issue with S is her total lack of responsibility and the way she chooses to live her life.

It is so frustrating for us to feel for her when she had lied to us, stolen from us, and on and on. I don't want Jaclyn associating with these cousins of hers because they are such bad examples to her. I do feel bad on some levels that these poor kids are going to have a somewhat crappy life and will really need to have strong will to overcome the obstacles that their parents have made for them. But I don't go out of my way to see them. I know shame on me but I can't help it.

There is so much bad history between S and I that I refuse to be led down that path of worry again. I went through a period that I ended up having chest pains from stress over trying to take care of the family. I had to break away for my own health. My poor grandfather pays her rent and any other bills-monthly. Neither S nor her man (of which I only know his "street" name) work. Neither cares if they have the kids around them or not. I think they would both be happy if they could do as they pleased and party as they would like. S has supposedly kicked him out and that is why she is back living with my mother. But she is old enough to take some responsibility for herself and stop mooching off of everyone.

My mother thinks M and I need to forgive S and believe that she is trying to make things better and get a job and blah blah blah. But then she announces she is pregnant and it is the same old shit. What is really sad is that now she is my mother's golden child while M and I are on the bad child list. Whatever.

What I really need to understand is how in the world people who would do anything to get pregnant can't yet there are people like my sister, S, who disregard what a precious gift that is.

Impatience

Sometimes I lack the patience necessary to deal with the attitude my daughter can sometimes have.

Last night was one of those days. I knew she had already gotten into trouble during the day for lying. Plus it was full moon-ish and for some reason that affects her as well.

So it is finally bed time and she goes potty and we are getting ready to brush her teeth. She is dilly dallying rinsing her hands and I am tired of telling her to just rinse them already.

So...

I splash a little water in her face.

She gets a bigger attitude. She is all, " Uh. Why did you splash me! " and then taking off her glasses, "You made them worbelly!"

I look at her and bust a gut laughing.

She tries her best to keep her attitude face for about 30 seconds and then she starts laughing also. I tell her that is not even a word.

We finish in the bathroom, get her a drink of water, lipstick (lip balm), and head off to bed. She even went to sleep relatively quickly.

Help or Not So Much

Let me set the stage....

It is spaghetti for dinner and I cook. I make the sauce in one pot. Brown the ground meat in a pan and then add to sauce pot (minus the grease). Boil water and cook noodles in another pot. Drain noodles in strainer.

We eat. So that is 3 bowls (yes we are a bit strange and eat our spaghetti out of a bowl instead of a plate), 3 forks, 3 glasses, 2 pots, 1 pan, 1 strainer, 2 serving spoons, and other misc. dishes in the sink. Oh I almost forgot about the rolls I made so that adds another knife and cookie sheet. Not to mention having to wipe off the stove and wash the spoon holder from the stove.

Ok.

I go into the kitchen to start to clean up. I hate washing dishes after spaghetti night. We do not have a dish washer so everything is done by hand. Which on most days is ok. Anyway into the kitchen I go. I put the sauce in a bowl for leftovers and begin to wash the dishes.

I notice my husband washed his bowl and fork.

BUT LEFT EVERYTHING ELSE. He even had to wash these around the strainer and pot in the sink from the noodles. He has done this on several occasions.

I laugh the I can't believe this is happening again laugh. He wonders what I am laughing at. So I proceed to say, "You washed your bowl?"

He replies, "yeah, I know how you hate to wash spaghetti dishes."

I then proceed to let him know that by washing only his bowl he is not helping me at all. It is not really the dishes we eat on that I hate to wash. That I really hate the pots and pans.

Can anyone guess what he said next?????

Yep, him, "Ok, then I won't do it anymore."

Me, "UGH"

So I pose this question, was it really a help or not?

Also does anyone have anything that your significant other does that thinks they are helping but really just annoys you????

Why oh why can't I win the lottery....

I am feeling kind of sad today. I would so love to be able to be a SAHM but sadly that is just not in the cards for me.

If you are easily offended by the debate of Working Moms vs. SAHM then continue reading at your own risk. I do not mean to offend. It is simply how I feel.

I often wonder about the work from home advertisements you see. I know most are scams but how do you weed those out? How wonderful it would be to find a legitimate job that allows it's employees to work from home. My employer has a few of those positions but it is scary to me to take that risk. Most of the people I know that have taken those positions in a claims processing department are now no longer with the company. A risk I can't afford to make.

I also often wonder how many people feel as I do. I am often jealous of the SAHM's out there. When home on a vacation day and running errands you see these other mom's out with their kids. I make assumptions they don't work which they could be doing of me also when at a store or park or wherever during the day during the week. I don't judge them just envy them.
It is always hard for me to be supportive of a SAHM who complains about it. I know in my head that with everything there are frustrations and challenges so why would being a SAHM be any different. But in my heart I feel like I would give anything to have those problems. I try my best to listen and be supportive because I know my jealousy is not their fault.

I am just so much happier and at peace when I know I don't have to work. Please don't get me wrong, I am very grateful to have a job. I just wish I had the choice of working or not.

Lasik Surgery

Anyone ever done this?

It scares me to death. I have put off even considering it for a few years.

But....

This year my contacts have been making me crazy! Wearing glasses is not really an option I am happy with. So I suddenly decided to make an appointment. I go on 8/19 for my free consultation. The worst part is that I need to take my contacts out for 5 days prior. So that will be a hard week.

The biggest stumbling block is the cost. This is not covered by my insurance so it will be completely out of my pocket. This may mean the difference between whether or not I follow through with this.

But....

If it is possible. And it is successful. And I don't need to wear contacts or glasses.

I don't know what I would do with myself. To be able to wake up, swim, or do anything in my daily life and be able to see clearly without eye irritation would be simply marvelous.

So wish me luck that I would only need one of the less expensive lasers and that I am a good candidate....

Home Body

I am such a home body. I don't really like to go out and do things. After work I like to do what I have to and then just stay home.

So last night was a challenge. My husband won tickets to the Train concert. I came home from work, took Jaclyn to her swimming lesson, and then hurried back home again to eat and get ready to leave in 30 minutes. My mother in law came over to watch Jaclyn and off we were.

I was not thrilled to be going. I love the band and their music. I just didn't want to stay out late on a work night and blah blah blah.

BUT....

Once we were there it was wonderful. The stage is set on the river bank and they have made such huge improvements from the last time I was there to the whole area. It was a beautiful backdrop!

The opening band was Toby Light(something) and she was pretty good but I was just counting down until Train would begin. It was about 9:15 when they took the stage and needless to say I was yawning. I am such a lightweight. But that is a whole other post.

Anyway, they come out and Pat Monahan starts to sing. And his voice is awesome! He was so personable and friendly. You could understand his words. During She's On Fire he pulled 4 girls/women on stage. One was a little girl and he made her the star of this part. He wanted them to sing the chorus "She's on Fire" and centered the little girl in front of the mic. Later, he said there was a woman he wanted to get to know a little better and had her come on stage and sit next to him at the edge. He was sweet about it and she was a "real" woman and not a skanky groupie. She looked genuinely embarrassed and he was great with the whole bit. He had tons of audience participation with singing and what not.

I am happy I went and it was truly a Great Concert!!

What We Did On Our Summer Vacation

We were on vacation last week. We didn't go anywhere but were very busy. Each day I did a little more to clean out our basement but I didn't want it to rule the week. I wanted to do something fun with my daughter each and every day.

So here is what our week consisted of:

Monday: We went to feed the carp at the spillway at Pymatuning. It wasn't as good as it usually is since we were not able to get enough old bread to throw and then to boot it was closed. So we made the best of it and parked down the road a bit and walked to the other side. Jaclyn was just as happy as if the normal area had been open. Plus due to the good nature of other people that were there they gave us an additional 5 or 6 loaves of bread. That was very nice of them and completely surprising. I try to believe in the good in people but it still takes me by surprise when someone does something purely to be nice. So THANK YOU mysterious people who gave so kindly of your bread!

Tuesday: Jaclyn and I spent the day at a special pool in a neighboring city. She picked which one she wanted to go to and we stayed from 1:00 - 7:00pm. We had tons of fun swimming and sunning. They had slides and a sprinkler area in the kids pool. Plus we went to the big pool to do some real swimming and jumping.

Wednesday: We went to Geauga Lake. It was still hotter than hot but it was great since we spent most of the time in the waterpark side. We went in the wave pool (Which is so much better than the original wave pool. Now it keeps giving waves for awhile then it stops for awhile and then starts again. You get the picture, don't you?), went down the slides, and swam around. Jaclyn surprised us by going down the tube slides and another one that was a little bigger than she was willing to do before. We went to see if she wanted to ride some rides in the kids area but she wasn't too interested. She did do the adult version of the log ride. I know. Go figure. A water ride. But it was her first real roller coaster type ride. We warned her that there was a little hill but then we would go up a big hill and then all the way down. She was a little scared but said she loved it. She was surprised she got splashed at the end but was still ok with it. She even wanted to do it again right away. We convinced her we would stop back on our way back to the waterpark side after she rode some kiddie rides. Well she only wanted to ride one after she decided it went too high. We were even with her. She is so a girl after my own heart. But she did take me for a drive on the old cars. She was in front and I was in back. It was pretty funny. She then decided she didn't want to ride the log ride again but just go back to the waterpark. So we did. We stayed until it closed at 8:00pm. She fell asleep on the way home and I felt so bad having to wake her to go potty and put on her pj's.

But the funniest part of the whole day was while I was going to get food. Jay wanted a burger so he got a table with Jaclyn still in her stroller. I brought him his food and went to get drinks and something for Jaclyn and I. She didn't really want anything other than ice cream and I didn't either since it was soooooooo hot. So I decided what the hell and got her some dippin dots ice cream. When I get back to the table she is hiding in her stroller under the hood part. She won't tell Jay what she said. So I get her to tell me what she said about the ducks that were walking around. She is whispering in my ear and I have to keep asking her to say it again since it was so quiet. Finally I hear' " I said big ass feet". Oh my goodness. She apparently saw the duck in front of her and told Jay that the duck has big ass feet. Then realized what she said was a bad word and clammed up. It still cracks me up. Needless to say she did not get into trouble but was told that I was happy she told me what she said but to not say that again as it is a bad word. Soooooooooooo veeeerrrrrry Fuuuunnnnnyyyy!!!!!

Thursday: It was supposed to rain a bit so we went to see the movie Cars. We went to the matinee. And I was thinking it would only cost a total with popcorn and drinks for the 3 of us about $20-$25 max. Boy was I wrong. It cost us $18.75 just to get in and then another $14.50 for 1 popcorn and 2 drinks. As you can tell I don't go to the movies much. Only the $1.50 show on occasion. I won't be doing that again. Of course unless it is a really good movie that I just can't wait to see. But that doesn't happen too often.

Friday: We just hung out during the day. We had to drive to the other side of town to pick up Train concert tickets that my husband won from the radio station. But in the evening we went to see the Browns practice at their stadium during their family fun night. Jaclyn was fairly bored during the practice but was happy to eat. She wanted a hotdog, popcorn, lemonade, ice cream, and who knows what else. What she got was a hotdog (surprisingly priced for the evening at just $1), lemonade we shared, and ice cream. Of course she managed to get ice cream on the end of her ponytail which then got it all over the back of her shirt. This was the first time she wore this shirt and I can't get the chocolate ice cream out.

Anyone have a good solution for getting chocolate ice cream stains out of a shirt??

Saturday: We mostly hung out around the house and swam in the little pool in our backyard. John, Lauri, and Olivia came over in the afternoon for a little swimming fun and to play on our new swingset. It was great having them over. Jaclyn and Olivia are so cute together. At one point Olivia sat on Jaclyn's little lap to go down the slide and then that was the only way she would go down.

Sunday: Reality starts to set in so I start to get stuff together for the upcoming week. UGH>
But we did go to my sister-in-laws house to swim in their pool for the afternoon.

In a nutshell we had a great week!!!!
Too bad all weeks can't be like this...

I am grateful to have a job but I really hate working. I really really need to win the lottery.

My Basement

Well, my basement flooded about ankle deep throughout most of it during the flood of 7/27/06. It was and is a mess. We have been working daily to clean it out. Disinfect. Replace. and Repair.

It didn't help that after the flood waters receded the temperatures were high, hot and humid. So we really had to get a huge chunk of the cleanup done right away.

The worst part is that we did not have any insurance coverage for any of the items we needed to throw away. Thankfully, we did not lose our washer, dryer, full freezer, refrigerator, furnace, or hot water tank. We also were able to save the couches that were down there.

We did throw away a huge metal cabinet, wood bookshelf, old grade school papers, carpeting, and much more.

But again I am thankful that the major appliances were ok. We did have to buy a dehumidifier and it is amazing how much moisture is still down there. But we were lucky we had a basement that flooded and had sewer backup and not our main floor. We are lucky we did not need to be rescued from our rooftop. In the end we really were very lucky.

Rain Rain Go Away

BASEMENT.FLOODED.

UGH

Gadgets

I was recently accused of always falling for gadgets. Okay maybe a little true. I am always looking for ways to simplify life. For example, I love the swiffer products but hate the disposable toilet bowl cleaner brushes (yuck).

So my recent purchase is this wonderful (I hope) shower cleaner. I used my $5 off coupon and have now hung it in our shower. So far so good but I am only on day 4 of the initial 10 day test period.

We do not have shower doors, though. So you have to be sure that the shower curtain is closed completely so you don't get sprayed in the face. The first time I did it, Jaclyn was in the bathroom with me watching me hang this cool new cleaner. We pushed the button and it started beeping. We thought it seemed like something was wrong so we were about to peak and it started spraying. We both jumped back and started cracking up.

Now my husband has thought this purchase silly. Go figure since he is the voice behind the gadgets speech. However, he couldn't resist the urge to try it himself. He didn't tell us he was going to but after his shower one evening he pushed the button. Also thinking something was wrong because it beeps for a bit (I guess to give you time to get out of the way), he peeked inside and got sprayed in the face. I was laughing so SO hard! Granted he didn't tell us about this until awhile later which made it even funnier that he didn't want to admit it at first.

So, beware! Close the curtains completely while beeping. You never know when you will get sprayed in the face! he he hehehehehehhe

I wonder if anyone else is a gadgets person...

My Sis

I actually have 2 sisters but I only talk to one. The "other" sister as we call her lives her life in ways I do not support at all. So to avoid conflicts and potential calls to the police I choose to keep my distance.

Anyway, I get off subject. My very best friend and sister is and has been trying to get pregnant. I pray all the time that God will bless her to be pregnant. I know she wants it more than anything and is having a hard time with it.

So please pray for her that she gets pregnant soon with a beautiful and healthy child.

I have been enlightened in so many ways about adoption and I am by no means trying to knock that but she is not in that place now. I know at this point that would be too painful for her to even contemplate. And even though I know that is a wonderful road to take to build a family I pray she doesn't find herself on that road. Again simply because I know more than anything she wants to be pregnant. She wants to experience all of the changes that occur to your body (both good and bad). Plus I feel it is too soon for her to even ponder. I think I feel more at peace for her if that is the path she follows since I have read so many wonderful blogs about adoption. As well as seeing my friends adopt the sweetest little girl (even if she has tantrums on occasion. what kid doesn't).

I am glad I can't relate while at the same time sad that I can't relate to help her along better. I love my sister so much and just want all of her dreams to come true.

Please, God, bless my sister to be pregnant with a wonderful and healthy baby soon. She would make such a great mom!


Note: I should say that she doesn't even know that there may be any medical issues. It is just that she is anxious and it hasn't happened yet so far.

Funny

Does anyone watch Last Comic Standing? Oh my goodness... Josh Blue is so funny. He, I believe, is the oldest living person with Cerebral Palsy. He doesn't hide from it and does use it in his skit. But you don't feel sorry for him. I hope he wins at this point. It is down to 4 people.

We also watch Big Brother and I was cracking up with the Jase mirror face. Too funny. I don't know any men that spend that much time doing their hair in front of the mirror. The other contestants were in their diary room and making fun. The sad part was that Jase knows he does it and admits his mom named it the "mirror face".

And to round out tv time last night was Rock Star Supernova. I am not even sure what to say about some of the people competing to be the lead singer of Tommy Lee's new band. I have yet to watch the rest of the show but boy some of those people are strange.

Which reminds me.... I LOVE TIVO!! My husband got this as a birthday gift a year and a half ago and it is the best thing. To pause live tv - awesome. And the way it records so effortlessly...
I don't usually get to sit down and watch an entire show. I am usually in and out as I am trying to clean up, get my daughter ready for bed, get stuff ready for work the next day and so on. So I usually get to catch up on parts I have missed before work. And it is great since I can easily skip past parts I did see. Long live the inventor of Tivo. Yes, sometimes my priorities are a little off.

Dieting

I am refusing to diet.

That said, I really really want to lose weight. It is so hard and I am not sure I could really list the reasons why. One is that in my house I am the only one with a problem. My husband has been blessed with a high metabolism that allows him to eat any and all foods he wants and never has any consequences. I am hoping my daughter has been blessed with this as well.

I try to teach her not to worry about her weight or looks but to be healthy. I want her to never have to struggle like I do. There are too many people around us that only focus on the physical looks of people and will openly criticize people (behind their back but in front of kids). It always makes me wonder what they say about me. My 4 year old daughter has said things about being fat or someone who is fat. I always tell her that is not a nice thing to say because it could hurt someone's feelings. I also always tell her that she doesn't need to worry about that as long as she eats plenty of fruit and veggies and exercises. I always point out when she is simply playing and running around that it is good exercise. I don't want her to think she has to do some sort of formal workout at her age. Just being active is enough.

I fear for a couple of my nieces that they can become anorexic. They are 9 and 12. Too young to be so concerned but they are. There have been times that they have told Jaclyn that if she eats another cookie she will get fat. Even my sister in law that watches her has made similar comments. That mentality is so scary and damaging to me. That is not the message I try to convey. I simply state she has had enough junk food and needs to have something healthier. Never mentioning anything about physical looks. Only stating that to grow up strong she can't eat too much junk food. I don't want it to only be about looks.

As I watch my daughter in our daily life she amazes me with her lack of self conscienceness. She will wear whatever clothes she likes. Not because she likes how they make her body look but because she likes the color or that they are a dress, etc. I often wonder at what point she will tell me she doesn't want to wear something anymore because it makes her butt look funny or some other nonsense.

It is hard because the media always refers to body image. Even in Disney movies you will hear the term fat or skinny or some other in between. You will hear about beauty and almost always it is about physical beauty.

I also always try to reinforce to Jaclyn that she is beautiful because she has a good heart and cares about other people. That I love her face and body because of how strong it is and it is growing so quickly and amazes me with what she is able to do and think. I love her hair because it is a fairly boring brown color but has the most amazing highlights I have ever seen naturally with her natural curls at the bottom and most importantly it is hers. I love her beautiful blue eyes because they are the windows to her soul. They allow her to see the best they can and even though she needs to wear her glasses they sparkle when she laughs and create the biggest tears when she cries. And they are hers. I tell her all of these things make her a beautiful person on the inside as well as the outside.

I have asked her before when she has said someone was fat if she thought I was. She said no. I really hope she never does. I so want to change myself to be a healthy example to my girl but sometimes I don't know what stops me. I NEED TO CHANGE! I just hope I can find the strength and courage to do it.

Bugs

My girl is shall we say a "girlie girl" with a twist. But don't tell her that or you will then hurt her heart and she will be forced to "fight" you. For those are fightin' words!

For example, the world is attacking her if a bug, especially a flying type of bug, enters her personal space. That then requires her to scream as loud as she possibly can to reach the correct tone and pitch of the offending bug to scare them away. If that doesn't work we cower and continue to scream. I am surprised the police have not shown up in our backyard to see what the commotion is about. Once you assure her it is not a bee and will not sting or bite her you must shoo it away so that the planets can re-align.

She has made my mother in law as well as my husband stop the car because a midgy (mosquito looking bug without the bite for those that may not know what I am talking about) landed on her.

But when I tell her I don't like worms and don't want to touch a worm she laughs. Here is the twist. She will argue with me about worms. She claims they tickle and are perfectly fine to hold. Now I don't know about you but in the girly girl world I would have to say that holding worms is strictly forbidden.

Now don't get me wrong. I sometimes disagree about the worms strictly to show her that it is perfectly ok for her to have a differing opinion from me. And she should stick up for what she truly believes in. Even if it is tickling worms...

Oh and by the way, the midgy's are now ok too since all they do is tickle also.

Baby Mystery

Picture Jaclyn and I driving home from swimming lessons. This drive only takes 2 minutes at most. Out of the blue this conversation begins:

J: "Was I at your wedding?"

Me: "No, you weren't born yet."

J: "Was I in your tummy?"

Me: "No, not yet."

J: "Well how do I get in your tummy? From your pee pee?"

Me: "After you get married you can have a baby. And babies come out by a place by your pee pee but not until you are older."

J: "How do you make a baby?"

Me: "Well, uh, you see, when you are married there is something you can do to make a baby."

J: "How?"

Me: "Well, it is hard to explain right now. When you are a little bit older we can explain it better." sigh, ugh

Boy, I sure handled that well.

Not.

I always try to answer the question without too much detail. She has always wondered about babies being in tummys but the point blank question of how do you make a baby was a new one today.

I did ask her after we had changed to subject if she was ok with the whole baby thing and she said yes. So I was able to dodge any other questions on this day.

At least she still thinks she can marry me and live with me forever...
Even if she has to marry a boy...(boys are bad you see--good thing she doesn't have a brother)

Cows on the Freeway

Ok.

On the way to work this morning there was an accident so I was stuck in traffic. We were not moving much at all. I look over at the lane next to me and I see a semi full of cows.

And they are all saying, "Moooooooooo" in several different tones.

Now keep in mind that I work in our major city downtown so to see a semi full of cows is, well let's just say unusual. Not that I don't see cows all the time when I go places on the weekend nearish to my house but not going to work.

Of course I call my daughter and tell her to listen. Poor thing couldn't hear a thing. But she was tickled pink. I told her they looked like baby cows and that just added to her awe.

Too funny. I took a picture with my camera phone. Not too clear but if you look real hard you can see some noses poking through the holes.



Cows have made my Thursday morning.

Swim Baby Swim

I have taken Jaclyn in the water every year since she was 6 months old. I love swimming and wanted her to love it as well and not be afraid. So here she is 6 months old and we are at my SIL's pool and I push her under water and pull her up. And she loves it. She has the cutest what in the world was that look on her face. My brother in law even took my under water camera and snapped a picture. She has her mouth closed and her eyes wide open. She wasn't at all scared. We then swam around for a little while.

They next year she was one and we did pretty much the same thing. Except now she was big enough to go in an infant float but what she really liked was to suck on the front handle part. We had another fun summer in the pool.

By the time she was 2 she wasn't as crazy about going under water even though she would do it a couple of times during the summer. We went to Disney that year and she had a great time in the pool there and in the water park but still didn't like the water on her face too much. Even in the bath tub we had to wipe her face after every rinse of her hair.

Then she was 3 and started swimming lessons at our community pool. We did both sessions so they were Mon-Fri for 40 minutes every evening from June through August. There was 30 minutes or real instruction and the last 10 minutes they call game time. She learned so much that year. It was hard for me to let someone else care for her in the pool. I always kept a very watchful eye to make sure the instructors (who are the pool life guards) were also keeping a watchful eye on her. She learned to do a ball float, front float, back float, hold her head under water, kick and so much more. She still wasn't crazy about being splashed in the face, though. I even had to ask the guards to not splash her during their games. But she still loved every minute being in the pool.

While she was 3 we went to an indoor water park that was ok to me but she had a blast. They had a small kiddie slide that was just perfect for her. To begin I had to walk her up and then run back down and catch her at the bottom. We only stayed one night but that was all she needed. By the next day she was booking up the steps and going down all on her own. "Don't catch me, mom!" she would yell.

Now at 4 it is amazing to me how far she has come. She is back in her daily swimming lessons this summer. And not only is she still learning more techniques, she is perfecting others. She has no fear and just swims and swims till she is so exhausted. We went to a different indoor water park in the early spring and she was leary at first but then going down the kiddie slide with ease. Trying to go different ways such as head first, on her tummy, lying on her back and whatever else she could think of that the guards wouldn't tell her not to do. They of course were no fun and they were only allowed to go down on their butts. But that didn't stop her from trying and at least getting it in once before they told her no. We are thinking of having her birthday at this water park since it was just so much fun.

So that brings me to this past weekend. It was extrodinarily hot and humid in our part of the world. We spent Saturday afternoon, evening, and almost all day Sunday at my SIL's pool. We swam our hearts out. She would jump (more like dive at me) from the ladder. And lest we forget the biggest discovery of all. Can we all say CANNON BALLLLL!

We got tanned. Or should I say she got tanned while I burned. I always make sure she has sunscreen on but never do it myself. Shame on me. Now if only my legs weren't so pasty white I might look human. We just had a great time together in the water.

Yesterday I had to go to work and she got to go swimming in the afternoon as it was still so very hot. But after her swimming lesson was over we both went back in the pool and swam for about 45 minutes. So not only were we having a great time but I was trying to think of it as a great workout. I love things that are fun and you don't even realize you are using your muscles.

So here is to you, my little mermaid, and our fun in the pool this summer! We will make sure to hit the pool again soon.

Blah Blah and more Blah

I just feel Blah today. I am not sure why. There is nothing really wrong. Just Blah.

As a funny side note.

My daughter takes swimming lessons at our local pool every weekday evening. So we get there last night and walk to the pool from the car. I usually park on the side street and walk through the playground area. Once we get to the pool we hear a little rumble of thunder.

Bummer.

So we wait a few minutes as they have not cancelled swimming lessons yet.

It starts to drizzle. No biggie. They still swim if raining but not with thunder and lightning.

No lightning and no more thunder. But then it is as if God has dumped his bucket of water on us because it just downpours. We all scurry under the umbrellas set up for shade at the pool. But it is windy and pouring.

I am getting wet from the backside. I still have an my nice dress work clothes that are thankfully machine washable and not dry clean only. Hate dry clean clothing. I don't buy it but that is a whole other post.

Anyway, after a few minutes lessons are officially cancelled. They couldn't do that when I had a small chance of making it back to my car seeing as I don't have an umbrella with me?!?

So I say to Jaclyn "Do you want to run in the rain to the car?" I am thinking here is our chance to kind of play in the rain. But even though she only has on her bathing suit and flip flops she says no because it is raining. I tell who cares because she has on her bathing suit (again pointing out the obvious). So we make a break for it. But I can't run in my flip flops since they are now really slippery and for fear of taking a very messy and potentially embarassing fall (not to mention the physical harm I would most likely due to myself), we walk sort of run through the rain.

We were so soaking wet our hair was dripping on our faces, our clothes (really my clothes) were sticking to our bodies, my mascara is running down my face, and we are laughing. We get in the car and drive the 2 minutes home. It was actually fun...

My husband says, "how did you get so wet". I look at him with a duh face and say it rained when we got to swimming lessons and then it was cancelled. He didn't think we were going.
I am glad we did just for the funny story.

Then this morning I go to work. When I get out of the car I can't figure out why the back of my clothes feel damp. Then I remember and hope that they are not so damp that people think that I either was so sweaty from the drive that my clothes are wet or that I wet my pants. Either way not good visual. So I pray I feel it more than people can see it and walk to work. *I work downtown so I have to park in a parking garage then walk a little ways to get to our building*

CHRISTMAS SHOPPING

I realize it is only July. But I have officially started my shopping. Now I have to make my lists and check them twice (or really more often).

I LOVE Christmas. It is my favorite holiday. And I DO BELIEVE IN SANTA CLAUS!

It is such a chaotic time of year for us since between November 29th and January 11th we have at least 7 birthdays as well as Christmas. Two of those are my husband and daughter which are both the week before Christmas. But that is all ok.

I buy way too much stuff but I find such great deals I can't help it. The kids we buy for love it since I spend a set amount for each of the kids and they get as much as I can get for that amount of money. The younger ones really make out since their stuff is cheaper.

Oh. Yes. I am one of those crazy people who are waiting in line outside in the freezing cold, hopefully not raining or snowing, day after Thanksgiving. Black Friday. I search the net the weeks prior for the leaked lists of what the sale items will be. I carefully look through the ads and plan my attack. Oh the rush......

Ahhh. I love Christmas!

Now don't get me wrong. I am not all about the sensationalism but what I do love is the family (most of them anyway) getting together, church, and the excuse to do things or get things for others that you wouldn't normally. I love to bake cookies and stay home with my daughter.

She gets so excited to see Santa and do Santa related stuff. To go see Christmas lights. To turn on our lights. I decorate before Thanksgiving and have a strict rule that the lights do not get turned on until the day after Thanksgiving. The stay on until New Year's Day. Then they come down and I get sad about it. I love cutting down our tree and decorating the house. I love to see Jaclyn's face when we leave the cookies and milk out for Santa. And then when she wakes up Christmas morning. I take my camera to my room so that as soon as she wakes up it is at my finger tips. I video tape and take pictures of her sleepy head. Last year her and I even had matching Christmas nightgowns.

I think this love of the holiday started when I was little. My grandparents used to do a big Christmas thing. I spent a ton of time with them at their house throughout the year and I know I have several things I love that I can attribute to this. I miss my Grammy terribly since she passed away several years ago. I go through cycles that I miss her more than others. Right now I am really really really missing her. I will never bake anything without thinking of her. My grandfather, Poppy, is still alive and fairly well at age 92. But he is starting to really show signs of his age. He doesn't live near us so we don't get to see him too often. I will get to see him this Saturday for about an hour. I wish it was longer but I will take what I can get. I am trying to take all of his pictures and put them in a scrapbook to give back to him on Saturday. Most of it is very simple since I do not know the stories behind the photos but I am hoping he will write them down or have my aunt do it before he leaves us. He has great stories and it makes me sad if no one will be able to pass those on.

What's Up

Not much here.

Pretty boring day.

Hopefully stays that way.

At least as far as work is concerned.

I heard from my SIL that my daughter fell and hit her chin on the edge of the bed today. She thinks it will be black and blue by the time I get out of work. I hope it isn't too sore. Poor thing. She is lucky she didn't bite her tongue or break a tooth. See apparantly she was jumping on the bed and was told to stop. But you see jumping on a water bed is just too much fun and therefore she chose to continue with her reckless behavior and refused to believe you can get hurt doing such a task.

Well,,,,,

She got hurt. So hopefully no more jumping on the bed. Well at least until tomorrow. She has a short memory for things she was told not to do. She is strictly forbidden from bed jumping at home. And couch jumping. And really from anything fun. he he

She really isn't allowed to jump on the couch or bed but it is hard to stay mad (even though I put on my most serious mean mom face) because I know we have all done our share of bed jumping. It is a right of childhood to jump on a few beds. Because before you know it we are grown ups and can't have any fun at all. ;-)

Next is playing in the rain.....

If only it wouldn't thunder storm at the same time.

Gotta Love a Great Deal

I went to the Children's Place Outlet near-ish to my house on Saturday.

Let me just say "OH MY GOODNESS DID I CLEAN UP!!!"

I bought so much stuff and it cost so little. I usually figure out what I paid and what I should have paid if I bought if full price. I just haven't had a chance to do that yet. I will though.

I even got stuff for my neices and nephew for Christmas. I had to. I got their jeans for $3.99 or less. Of course they didn't have the cute sparkly and such jeans on sale. But who cares when kids go through clothes so quickly.

I had to buy the cutest girly dress for Lauri's daughter and it was so cheap I had to share the price with her.

I told my husband I would have to go back again since I didn't have enough time to truly figure out stuff for gifts.

I would like to say that was the highlight of my evening but that wouldn't be fair to all of the other stuff.

My husband and his partner came in 3rd place at his fishing tournament. That was awesome since that means he won some cash.

The BBQ we went to was fun. Jaclyn would have had more fun had I brought her bathing suit but such is life. I didn't know and she survived. She was happy enough having on a dress and her hair in pigtails.

Sunday was fairly uneventful. We just hung out mostly at home and had fun there.

So here it is Monday again and I can't wait for Saturday. That means no work and staying home. At least for the weekend. I am wishing away my days. Sad I know.

Just a Quickie

Not that kind.....

Anyway, only have a few minutes this morning. Sooo very many things to do and so little time. So far I have already washed 5 loads of laundry, vacummned the floor, use the floor cleaner to clean the carpet, and take a few minutes to do this.

As I type I am trying to not see the huge pile of scattered beads that are all over my spare bedroom floor. You see they were in a case about 10 minutes ago until my daughter tried to make a little more room on her table. Instead of putting her bead cases back on the shelf she just pushed them over and then off the table. And well picture little tiny beads of all sorts of colors and shapes piling up in a big mess. So as far as I am concerned, at least for another minute, there is no mess. She is trying to clean this up but I am afraid she is more playing with the mess than truly picking them up.

Anyway, we have some playing to do outside on the new swingset. It is such a beautiful day we may even blow up her little pool and play in the water for a bit.

Then it will be lunch and shower time as we will then need to head out to the Children's Place Outlet. One of my favorite stores. I am truly hoping they have their summer clearance going on.

Then to my husband's fishing tournament. Hopefully he has a boat load (well 5 really big ones as that is the limit) of great big bass in the boat and wins lots of money. We shall see.

Then hurry home to change, gather stuff and go to our friend's party. They recently adopted the cutest little girl and this is her coming out party/bbq/I believe shower. I just hope we make it there since this actually starts prior to us getting home.

Anyway, off until tomorrow. Or possibly Monday.

Things I Ponder

Here are some things I ponder.

1) At what age do we start becoming so self conscience about our bodies. My daughter likes to wear certain clothes. Or wear her hair a certain way. Usually all, some or none in a ponytail. But as for worrying about how her legs look in a pair of pants or how big her tummy may look doesn't cross her mind. I wish we could all keep that perspective about ourselves and others as we get older. Because who really cares that someone else is wearing something that maybe she or he really shouldn't. (Ok. Well provided it is too sleazy. I do have my limits.) But if that person likes it who really cares. Does it really affect how my day will be?

2) Why or why does the person in the high speed lane on the freeway feel the need to go so slow. Or even dare I say it slower than traffic wants to move. Nobody says they have to go faster than they are commfortable with. Just move over. Why do they care so much to feel they are making a statement. THEY ARE NOT! They are just causing accidents. I watched a car in front of me try to slam on their brakes (apparantly they thought the car length in between us wasn't enough) to mess with me then realize that the car that had been between us moved over to go around. So she then proceeded to speed up to block that car from getting in front of her. The slowpoke ended up doing a little skidding to avoid the collision with the passing car. If the slowpoke didn't want to drive that fast why does she care so much that others do. She almost killed herself.

3) Why have I been sick at least once every month of 2006. Doesn't my body get it that I am tired of blowing my nose, caughing up a lung, and just generally feely like crap?! This has been seriously hindering my workout attempts. It does help to breath while working out. Just in case anyone thought differently.

4) Why can't I just win enough money in the lottery to quit my job and stay at home with my beautiful angel? I would find a way to give back. I promise.

5) Why must my MIL rearrange things in my house when she babysits my daughter. I know she is just trying to help but leave things where they are. I really do have good reasons why they are there.

6) Who decided in the "rule" book that women are the ones who have to cook and clean. Somewhere in history when women started working they should have revised the "rule" book.

7) How am I able to love my daughter so much. Truly more than words can describe. I can't imagine being able to do that so fully and devote so much to more than one child. I don't know that I could handle the stress of worrying about more than one child. I do not plan to have another because of this.

There are others but this is all I can think of at the moment.

CATCH UP

Sometimes I feel that is all I do.

So let me catch up on this blog. I think I fall behind since I don't think anyone would notice. So please if you are out there and reading this let me know. Maybe that will help me stay on track.

In the past week and a half we have been busy busy busy.

I picked up the swingset I had in layaway at Walmart much to my husband's dismay. He was thoroughly against this swingset but I pushed forward and got it. You see he likes the grass just so. A swingset disrupts this process ruining the grass and making it much more difficult to cut. While I say a backyard is to be enjoyed. She will only be a kid once and what does it hurt to allow her to play in our backyard since we don't often make it to the park.

So I picked it up on a Saturday evening and then the trouble started. It is a wooden swingset and needs to be built. I get home after they load up the two boxes in the back of my van (that doesn't have stow and go seating and therefore requiring me to take out the 2 seats and then lift and put them back in). The one box seems to be sealed and the other.... Well let's just say it wasn't sealed. In fact when he pulled it out you could see the slide was cracked. UGH. So I called right and told them about the slide but that I wouldn't be able to open everything and check it out for a couple of days possibly. I got up early the next morning (Sunday) and decided to start to lay everything out to see. Well we have a new undamaged slide as well as the broken one. Also a bunch of other duplicates but NO wood.

So I call Walmart again and speak to a manager and explain everything. She said she would see if they have anything else there. They didn't. She said I can return it. I asked what about getting them to ship me one from the website. They said I would have to do that on my own. I said I wouldn't do that since then I would have to pay an extra $150 in shipping. I asked what about any other stores. She called me back and said she could get another one from another store near her house (on the other side of town) and would bring it to her store (near me). So it was a plan. On Monday I take the seats out of the van again and head back up to the store. The manager loads only 1 of the boxes as her vehicle wasn't large enough to bring them both at the same time. She said she will bring it on Wednesday. OK.

I call her on Wednesday since I only had a small window to go to the store that day(so to be pro active I removed the seats in the van before work after dropping off my daughter). She says she had a flat tire and wasn't sure when she could bring it. Bummer. But she is helping me so I tell her to let me know when she does since I probably can't start working on it until the weekend anyway. She calls me on Thursday and says she brought it to the store and I can pick it up from layaway as she is leaving for the day. So I hurry up and take the seats out of the van again and rush up there since I don't want this box to get lost. Luckily there was no lines at layaway and this gets put in my van pretty quickly. I go home and add this to the growing mound of boxes in my driveway. They don't want any of the broken parts/extras back since they will just have to throw them away. So I had said I would just trash them at home to save everyone some extra time and trouble.

Along comes Saturday and we didn't have time to try to start this project.

On Sunday the fun begins. Now my husband is not the best when trying to do a "project". Especially one he didn't want in the first place. Next thing we know our neighbors from across the street come over and say they went and got one also from another farther store and are going to be building theirs at the same time. They came over to compare notes since our directions were a little bit different.

We were off to a good start when the sky decided it was time for us to take a break and thunderstorm for a couple of hours. That did not help us. So I started making the chocolate chip cookies I needed to bring for the 4th and of course the rain stopped. I put the baking on hold and we went back out to build some more. We got the entire fort piece built by 7pm and decided to call it a day. All that was left was the actual swing area with jungle gym bars.

Monday we had to work so we tried to finish but my precious little girl decided to tell her daddy a lie about knowing how to use the brakes on her bicycle so he stopped working on the swingset. Much to her dismay. Let's hope she learns her lesson about lying.

Tuesday was a full day and another post about the 4th. We got home around 6pm and finished the job. So now we have a fully functional fort/swingset with rock climbing wall and slide in our backyard. YEAAAAAHHHHHH!!!

Jaclyn is sooooooo excited. Even in her sleepy head one of the first things she asked was if she could play on it when we get home after work. Poor thing. I had to tell her maybe since we have to go to swimming lessons first. But she can after that.

Here is to fun in the backyard and no injuries....