Okay, maybe not quite elated, but for no explicable reason I feel pretty good right now. Possible reasons may include:
Lolly fell asleep by herself in the living room--curled up all cute, naked, and covered in green marker (thank you so much Danielle for telling me about washable markers) on the white armchair, and smelling strongly of my favorite bath and bodyworks hand sanitizer, of which she is holding the now-empty bottle. But she smells absolutely delicious, and I am so happy to have a little smelly kid with so much curly hair and marker marks. I snatched her up and stuck her in her bed before the other kids woke her up--just in time, too. Enoch and Nana ran up right after I closed the door. Someone hit someone, and they made up and stopped crying much more quickly than usual--so that was nice. And since Levi is also asleep, I have appx 2 HOURS all to myself! (*insert crazy lady laugh right here) It was a nice break from what normally happens in the afternoon. (Even if I was scared sick that I couldn't find Lolly anywhere for a few minutes.)
I was able to go crafting today. I met two new people, and found out that Karie, whom I met on Sunday, is super cool. Seriously. You should see the pictures of the cakes she has made. I told her I want to be her best friend. She said that would be fine. lol
Robert watched the kids while I was out, apparently they had a lot of fun outside in the hammock and even played soccer, and he made zupa tuscana (or however you spell it) for me for lunch--and plenty of leftovers for dinner. YAY! He does make a mean bowl of zuppa toscana. . . even if he won't get home until 11:30 tonight. Again.
Last night Robert asked me out on a date to Waldameer tomorrow. He set up sitters and everything. I didn't even have to prompt him or anything! I don't think he's EVER done that before. Not even before we were married! (Okay, maybe he did then, but I'm not so sure. . .)
I tried the "waterfall braid" on myself today, and it was WAY easier than it looked like it would be. My hair isn't as straight as the lady in the tutorial, so it isn't quite the same, but it's all good. I curled mine just a little, and I really love the way it turned out. I'll be doing it again. For Sure. Oh, and I finally got my eyeshadow to do the things I've been trying for. I was HOT today--if I do say so myself.
Let's see. . . and I got an email from Kathy saying to come up with ideas for Super Saturday (I'm on the RS board). That is my FAVORITE thing to do--looking up crafting possibilities. And I got a phonecall from my friend asking if I could help with a RS activity. That's great too (both the phonecall and the assignment). Oh yeah, and Robert let me have the laptop today, which is so much faster than our desktop, and has one note and some other neat programs that I'm lovin'. I'm REALLY excited about that program. My life might actually start having some order from it! Especially my school life. Aaaaand, I just got on to google +, which so far I think is more awesome than facebook--I think, okay, I'm still on the fence, but it is pretty neat. I guess it's kind of like facebook and blogger combined, which is kind of nice. . . and of course, discovering pinterest a week or so ago has changed my life! Shoot, digital technology right now is SO fun!
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Thursday, July 21, 2011
Thursday, May 12, 2011
Random Things I've Smelled Lately
My laundry detergent smells like my dog shampoo--which simultaneously grosses me out and makes me miss my dogs.
I'm debating calling the number on the back to see if they'll give me a refund (I've only used it for one load), but I just called the company yesterday to replace a swiffer sweeper that broke before I could use it. I don't want them putting me on some sort of black list ;D.
I threw away some dirty dishrags that could NOT get clean. I don't think I need to explain the smell. But first, I used them to clean up the drain in front of the washing machine. THAT smell is a little more unique. Something is stuck down there, so every time I do the wash, it backs up and this black, chunky gunk comes up with it. It smells like something inbetween perm chemicals and a poopy diaper. I check my kid's almost every time the smell hits.
Went to the dentist yesterday to fill cavities. If there ever was a time to have a stuffy nose . . . Well, the smell of disintegrated tooth more or less made me choke, but I couldn't cough because I'd be coughing directly in their faces. Ah, good times.
We've never been much of a perfumy family, but after so many trips to Rite-Aid, I have quite a few room fresheners. I started using one in the kitchen after the kids cooked all of the grease and meat out of a few hot dogs in the microwave. Unfortunately, Robert now associates the smell of the freshener with the smell of the obliterated hot dogs. I think it smells a little like men's cologne--which is kind of weird for a kitchen scent, but I like it well enough. I plug it into the wall when Robert's not home to help cover the smell of the laundry and yesterday's cooking.
Robert's been gone on a different rotation--a MUCH busier rotation. So, I have to actually cook dinner every night (Robert's awesome and cooks and cleans and all that--with a few limitations). I've discovered that I like cooking mostly for the smell--if my food tasted as good as it smells . . . oh, heaven. However, the smell of beans cooking in the slow cooker never was my favorite, but paired with men's cologne air freshener. Well, it pretty much turns my kitchen into a frat house--especially if I'm washing a dog down in the basement at the same time.
I'm debating calling the number on the back to see if they'll give me a refund (I've only used it for one load), but I just called the company yesterday to replace a swiffer sweeper that broke before I could use it. I don't want them putting me on some sort of black list ;D.
I threw away some dirty dishrags that could NOT get clean. I don't think I need to explain the smell. But first, I used them to clean up the drain in front of the washing machine. THAT smell is a little more unique. Something is stuck down there, so every time I do the wash, it backs up and this black, chunky gunk comes up with it. It smells like something inbetween perm chemicals and a poopy diaper. I check my kid's almost every time the smell hits.
Went to the dentist yesterday to fill cavities. If there ever was a time to have a stuffy nose . . . Well, the smell of disintegrated tooth more or less made me choke, but I couldn't cough because I'd be coughing directly in their faces. Ah, good times.
We've never been much of a perfumy family, but after so many trips to Rite-Aid, I have quite a few room fresheners. I started using one in the kitchen after the kids cooked all of the grease and meat out of a few hot dogs in the microwave. Unfortunately, Robert now associates the smell of the freshener with the smell of the obliterated hot dogs. I think it smells a little like men's cologne--which is kind of weird for a kitchen scent, but I like it well enough. I plug it into the wall when Robert's not home to help cover the smell of the laundry and yesterday's cooking.
Robert's been gone on a different rotation--a MUCH busier rotation. So, I have to actually cook dinner every night (Robert's awesome and cooks and cleans and all that--with a few limitations). I've discovered that I like cooking mostly for the smell--if my food tasted as good as it smells . . . oh, heaven. However, the smell of beans cooking in the slow cooker never was my favorite, but paired with men's cologne air freshener. Well, it pretty much turns my kitchen into a frat house--especially if I'm washing a dog down in the basement at the same time.
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Hardest time
Mother's Day is a horrible day, sometimes, you know--not just for the childless.
Tonight I'm really having a hard time because I have given up so much to be a mother. I never really deserved the things I gave up, but I'm sorry for them nonetheless. And the kicker? I'm not even very good at it--being a mother, I mean. You'd think the more you gave up, the better you'd be. . . oh well.
I also have this horrible feeling of resentment. I want some sort of special recognition for all of the work that I do day in and day out, for how difficult it is to accomplish my personal goals--if possible at all. It seems perfectly reasonable to have a holiday to celebrate mothers, doesn't it? Isn't it supposed to be the hardest job in the world? Even secretaries have a day to celebrate them. I don't want this holiday to be about the sorrows of not being able to have children, as it often is. In fact, I'm dreading it.
I found out tonight that in all likelihood, I will not be able to graduate with a normal degree. All of my life I'm going to have to explain what a BGS is, unless I just lie and say I majored in English. It shouldn't be a big deal, but it really is to me. Seriously, I've been in tears over this almost since I found out. Before I had children, I was on my way to graduating with honors, and taking a study abroad to an exotic location. Instead, I have to watch others do these things, over and over again (even that wouldn't be so bad, except that sometimes it also comes at my expense), while I'm at home--failing--on so many different levels--and the failures just keep multiplying. The only success I feel I can really lay claim to is the fact that I can have children. I can have children really well.
And on Mother's Day, I won't be special. I won't be recognized any better than the next woman, even the next young woman, because we all have the same divine potential, whether or not we have made the same sacrifices. I'm not saying that I don't want others to be recognized. Maybe I'm not sure what I'm saying. I just want the people that aren't able to fulfill their life-long dreams to know that they aren't the only ones with unfinished dreams. . . and I wanted to say how I felt. Maybe I should become a secretary.
Tonight I'm really having a hard time because I have given up so much to be a mother. I never really deserved the things I gave up, but I'm sorry for them nonetheless. And the kicker? I'm not even very good at it--being a mother, I mean. You'd think the more you gave up, the better you'd be. . . oh well.
I also have this horrible feeling of resentment. I want some sort of special recognition for all of the work that I do day in and day out, for how difficult it is to accomplish my personal goals--if possible at all. It seems perfectly reasonable to have a holiday to celebrate mothers, doesn't it? Isn't it supposed to be the hardest job in the world? Even secretaries have a day to celebrate them. I don't want this holiday to be about the sorrows of not being able to have children, as it often is. In fact, I'm dreading it.
I found out tonight that in all likelihood, I will not be able to graduate with a normal degree. All of my life I'm going to have to explain what a BGS is, unless I just lie and say I majored in English. It shouldn't be a big deal, but it really is to me. Seriously, I've been in tears over this almost since I found out. Before I had children, I was on my way to graduating with honors, and taking a study abroad to an exotic location. Instead, I have to watch others do these things, over and over again (even that wouldn't be so bad, except that sometimes it also comes at my expense), while I'm at home--failing--on so many different levels--and the failures just keep multiplying. The only success I feel I can really lay claim to is the fact that I can have children. I can have children really well.
And on Mother's Day, I won't be special. I won't be recognized any better than the next woman, even the next young woman, because we all have the same divine potential, whether or not we have made the same sacrifices. I'm not saying that I don't want others to be recognized. Maybe I'm not sure what I'm saying. I just want the people that aren't able to fulfill their life-long dreams to know that they aren't the only ones with unfinished dreams. . . and I wanted to say how I felt. Maybe I should become a secretary.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Hello, My Name is Dwight.
I am Dwight Schrute. Awesome.
I've never really watched much of "The Office" mainly because although it's terribly funny, it's also pretty crass. However, I'm on a sort of rebellion kick, and I've watched a bunch of shows. (Darn you, Netflix! [See. I'm already swearing more.])
I never understood who the characters really were before. Now I know. My character and Dwight's are pretty much exactly the same on so many levels. We even have the same job title in a way. (I'm assistant ward librarian [or the librarian's assistant as she calls me] and I largely just keep track of how many sheets of paper each person uses to make copies.) Oh, and we both like to brag about our vast knowledge of ridiculous topics. It's given me a few things to ponder.
I guess that would make Robert Angela. . . yeah. . . I could see that a little. He even has the same weird thing for cats and power (okay, maybe not power).
Monday, January 24, 2011
Sunday Comments and Our Engagement Story
You know how sometimes you really feel the Spirit and plan out just what you're going to say. . . and then you get to the pulpit and it's not nearly as nice as you thought it would be. Yeah, that happened to me on Sunday. But that's what blogs are for, right? :D.
On occassion, my ward has a singing sacrament meeting--kind of like testimony meeting--where people get up and share a favorite hymn and what it means to them.
Mine was "High on the Mountain Top." I basically said that we sang it after we were engaged and that I know that families can be together forever, and that this song makes me think of more than just the gospel on a whole, but of that smaller part of the gospel--eternal families, but I left out a few important facts--like that we were actually ON a mountaintop. Of course, I wouldn't share as much in church as I do here. . . But. . . Anyway. . . It's a good story, or at least one I'd like to remember, so here goes:
When Robert and I got engaged for the second time, we decided to take a hike up the mountain behind his parents' home. (It was also our second time taking this hike--the first time I got too dizzy and couldn't make it all of the way up.) We were broken up at the time, but we had been getting together occassionally for about two weeks to talk about how we were doing and if it might be possible to get back together again. I remember Robert commenting that we were the only thing that could help the other get through that time. (Dating is ridiculous, isn't it?) Anyway. We're on a hike. We get to the top of the mountain and discuss our feelings. Robert had talked with his bishop, and his advice (thank goodness!) changed his perspective on a few things--i.e. he wasn't going to ask me to marry him only a few days before our wedding date. (Like I said, dating is ridiculous.) But we still weren't for sure going to get married.
We talked about lots of stuff. We snacked a little, read some scriptures, and we talked about school and his trip to Europe that was coming up in the next few days, theories about spiritual matter, how neat it was to be on a mountain (I'd never been before) and I also remember talking about how getting an answer about marriage is personal, and if you truly had a positive Spiritual revelation (and the person you wanted to marry also had one), then it doesn't matter how many people got a negative one--it's not a popularity vote. We talked a little more. . . and I don't remember exactly what I said, but Robert jumped up really quickly. I honestly thought I'd offended him or something and that he ran off to go throw up somewhere. I couldn't see him or what he was doing for quite awhile. My emotions got the best of me, and I started to sob quietly to myself. I was feeling pretty hopeless--like we'd never be able to be together.
Eventually, Robert came back with some wildflowers he'd picked, got on one knee and asked me to marry him. Of course I said yes--it's Robert--I cried some more from happiness--and we felt like we should sing a hymn or something. We picked "High on the Mountaintop," although we didn't remember all of the words perfectly--and then we went to tell our parents the good news, which was kind of like telling someone you broke their picture window. Now we have four kids. End of story.
On occassion, my ward has a singing sacrament meeting--kind of like testimony meeting--where people get up and share a favorite hymn and what it means to them.
Mine was "High on the Mountain Top." I basically said that we sang it after we were engaged and that I know that families can be together forever, and that this song makes me think of more than just the gospel on a whole, but of that smaller part of the gospel--eternal families, but I left out a few important facts--like that we were actually ON a mountaintop. Of course, I wouldn't share as much in church as I do here. . . But. . . Anyway. . . It's a good story, or at least one I'd like to remember, so here goes:
When Robert and I got engaged for the second time, we decided to take a hike up the mountain behind his parents' home. (It was also our second time taking this hike--the first time I got too dizzy and couldn't make it all of the way up.) We were broken up at the time, but we had been getting together occassionally for about two weeks to talk about how we were doing and if it might be possible to get back together again. I remember Robert commenting that we were the only thing that could help the other get through that time. (Dating is ridiculous, isn't it?) Anyway. We're on a hike. We get to the top of the mountain and discuss our feelings. Robert had talked with his bishop, and his advice (thank goodness!) changed his perspective on a few things--i.e. he wasn't going to ask me to marry him only a few days before our wedding date. (Like I said, dating is ridiculous.) But we still weren't for sure going to get married.
We talked about lots of stuff. We snacked a little, read some scriptures, and we talked about school and his trip to Europe that was coming up in the next few days, theories about spiritual matter, how neat it was to be on a mountain (I'd never been before) and I also remember talking about how getting an answer about marriage is personal, and if you truly had a positive Spiritual revelation (and the person you wanted to marry also had one), then it doesn't matter how many people got a negative one--it's not a popularity vote. We talked a little more. . . and I don't remember exactly what I said, but Robert jumped up really quickly. I honestly thought I'd offended him or something and that he ran off to go throw up somewhere. I couldn't see him or what he was doing for quite awhile. My emotions got the best of me, and I started to sob quietly to myself. I was feeling pretty hopeless--like we'd never be able to be together.
Eventually, Robert came back with some wildflowers he'd picked, got on one knee and asked me to marry him. Of course I said yes--it's Robert--I cried some more from happiness--and we felt like we should sing a hymn or something. We picked "High on the Mountaintop," although we didn't remember all of the words perfectly--and then we went to tell our parents the good news, which was kind of like telling someone you broke their picture window. Now we have four kids. End of story.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Starting Over
Today I'm getting rid of all of it. There is too much junk on our house. Everything should have a place--not a "storage" place. There are boxes in storage that I haven't looked through for at least a year, and my closet has tubs of pre-pregnancy clothes that I haven't worn basically for five years (except for about a month or two after Nana was born). Picture frames are also evil. Alrighty. Here goes. . .
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Vacations
are pretty nice. We've been in Utah for Robert's first rotation. We leave for home this Sat. I'm really excited to get back, but a little sad to leave too. Oh, and the two-day trip--not exactly ecstatic. But, at least I'll get a lot of time with Robert. I miss him.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Ready for the LOOOOONG Story? (Me neither--the abridged is the previous post)
I used to visit teach Jodi Ewing, and once she told us something to the effect that if you are with all of your kids and it seems like one of them are missing--you're probably up for another baby. I was pregnant at the time with Lolly, so I had experienced something to that effect already. For me, it's more hearing a baby cry. In January (or earlier? I don't remember) I started hearing a phantom baby. It was driving me crazy, actually. But I've always wanted a larger family, so I was glad. I was already working on my weightloss goals so that I could have a healthier pregnancy, and the phantom baby was encouraging.
Also in January, things were starting to get back to normal a little. My cycle had started again, Robert and I were doing exceptionally well in our marriage (those books the bishop recommended in the 5th Sunday combined meeting, were really helpful), I was being a better mom, and even my hobbies were picking up again. Then, we had a great, uplifting, spiritual experience, and I knew we were pregnant. Robert was skeptical. I was still nursing, and we were on birth control. He said he'd wait for the test results.
Sure enough, next month, no period. I started to get anxious about telling others. Our midwife had told us not to have another baby for awhile for health reasons, and I fully intended to follow that direction. I also didn't want to tell people at church. I felt it was a little irresponsible for someone as scatter-brained as me to have so many kids so close together, especially considering the problems I had last pregnancy and the stage we are in with medical school--and I had a little proof that some of the sisters agreed with me--at least to a certain extent. The next girls' night I went to, I kind of hinted that we might be expecting (I hadn't taken a test yet, but my period was three days late or so, and I'd already seen some of that pinkish bloody show you get in pregnancy a few days before it should have come). I don't think most people noticed, but one did at least a little bit, and it wasn't the most encouraging verbal reaction for me. Not that anyone was mean or anything. About a month later (when I decided I was not pregnant), another person told me that I better not be pregnant in a jocular fashion--I agreed, and I assured them that I was not. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
I decided that if I didn't get my period by Feb 5th, I would take a test. I took two a few days later. Both were negative. I waited a few days and took another. I thought there was a faint line, but Robert's always there when I take these tests in case it's important news, and he says there wasn't one. I called the midwife, and her nurse had me come in for a test, but I couldn't get the results until Monday. I believe it was that Sunday, I started to really feel the effects of my pregnancy. I was bloated and my skirt was too tight, I had sharing time and I wanted to throw up during it. Right after I was finished with sharing time, I went to the back of the room where Jandi and Carolyn were sitting, and a wave of sickness hit me. I ran to the bathroom and tossed my cookies. Carolyn followed me, and asked me if I was okay, and if I were pregnant. Even though I hadn't really gotten a positive test yet, I told her I was. And she was great--really supportive. I love Carolyn a lot. If you don't know her very well, you really should. She is a very loving sister. Jandi was also great, I didn't get a chance to talk with Lacey that day. (These are the sisters that were in the primary presidency.) I'm fuzzy on the dates, but at some point, I started bleeding brown and red blood again, and I thought I was either having a period again or miscarrying. I told Lacey over the phone that I was pregnant and possibly miscarrying, and it was nice to have her to talk to. I got the results back from the Dr. and they were negative. But I had mastitis--that was enough to explain some of my symptoms. Robert told me I must be having my period and that I really needed to tell everyone that I wasn't pregnant. I agreed. I figured I was trying so hard to prove that I was pregnant, that I was just in denial that I wasn't. Oh the irony. I didn't want to tell anyone in person, so I wrote an email it went something like this:
Hi everyone,
So, if I wasn't embarrassed before. . . well, I sure am now.
Funny story:
I felt funny one day--really tired and nauseated. So I had Robert go to the dollar store and get me three HPT's while he was out (yes, he is amazing--he even had to ask the clerk where they were). Took the first two the next morning and the morning after that. They were negative, but I still felt pregnant. I waited a week for the next one, and it was faintly positive (but now I'm wondering). I decided it must be right since it matched my symptoms--nausea, fatigue, dwindling milk supply, even bloating, etc.
Then, as I mentioned to Lacey last night, I thought I was miscarrying, so I called the doctor. Turns out, more than likely, I'm not pregnant at ALL! (Kind of a relief, and also a bit of a disappointment.) I just have had mastitis for almost a month. (ICK!--I've had it 3 times before, but I honestly thought you could only get that when your milk first comes in), and all the worrying about everything from how we were going to pay for four kids in college and what everyone would think of us when they found out is probably the reason I was "morning sick" (I really was stressed out) and not being able to sleep because of those thoughts probably exacerbated the normal "fatigue" that comes with mastitis. Oh yeah, and the "bloating" and the "miscarriage"--that would be from "my friend" finally visiting after pregnancy. Yes, I am a nerd. Pity me (for my legitimate insanity, not the cosmic insanity that would find me pregnant right now--of course it might be really nice condition to be in by this time next year).
But, it's actually been kind of one of those blessing in disguise. I've had to do a lot of life examining--especially of my parenting and my relationship with my husband. I was trying to prepare for what a trial it would be by strengthening my love for each of my current family members. I also learned not to worry about things so much. I feel fantastic about that part of all of this.
Blah.
Okay, now that you know waaaaay to much about the inner (non-)workings of my brain. . .
Alrighty--I'm off to find a brown paper bag,
Loves,
Ali Mae
See? I can be pretty convincing, huh? Although, I don't think I had mastitis for over a month--probably more like a week. In fact, I wasn't feeling very well again at a pack meeting, and Carolyn asked me if it was mastitis again, and I didn't know what to say, because it was the same symptoms again, but the infection had definitely cleared up by then.
The rest of February was not the best month. There was the mastitis mess, which if you've had it before, you know it's really painful and completely wipes you out, and I was sleeping a lot more often. Now that we were sure we weren't expecting, Robert was a little peeved that I was not getting up to get the kids in the morning anymore, and that I was taking a nap or two throughout the day. Our relationship was struggling again, in part because Robert had more responsibilities for school, and I also needed him more. I was also hitting a new low. I was feeling really depressed--and I'm not using that term lightly. Robert told me once that I should get some medical help. I thought of talking to the bishop, but I never got around to it. I'm not sure why I was so bad off--I guess because it was so hard to get motivated to do anything but sleep, and I didn't know why. It felt like my life was falling apart around me. People keep telling me that they think it would be neat to not know they were pregnant for a few months so that it would go faster. Let me just tell you, it wasn't that pleasant for me. Not knowing is much harder.
In March I had another irregular "period" after a strenuous run. I was pushing myself to train for a run, and I pushed too hard. The bleeding came the next day. It wasn't on schedule, but I had already called the Dr. office a second time and the nurse had said (after consulting my midwife) that it was completely normal to be missing my periods or having them run so light and irregular with brown blood for up to a year after weaning. That didn't sound quite right to me, but okay. I figured something was probably wrong, but not that I was pregnant. I had just had another 'period' afterall. I had some horrible hormonal issues especially after hitting puberty before we were married, and I just figured those were coming back--not a happy thought. I really didn't want to deal with all of that again.
Michelle came to visit us sometime around then--and I was having trouble fitting into my clothes and staying awake while she was in town. I chalked it up to the fact that we would stay up late talking. We also ran around town a lot doing fun things with the kids like going to the library and looking for leapfrog statues around town. The baby also weaned herself while Michelle was here. I was having trouble keeping my milk supply up and the baby didn't seem interested anymore. I've heard that your milk tastes funny when you're pregnant, so that might be why.
April Fool's day came around, and I started getting a lot more symptoms. I remember looking in the mirror, noticing how bloated I was, and then going downstairs to watch general conference with Robert--pointing out to him how pregnant I looked--and he agreed that my stomach was 'bloated'. I resolved to eat more fiber and exercise more. I ate so much fiber the next few days. It was really cleansing, but I still looked bloated. We played the best April Fool's joke on eachother that day. We kept poking fun at how pregnant I looked and acted, but neither of us thought I actually was.
Joanna's birthday was coming around, and I was so tired and useless that I couldn't put together a birthday party for her. We did do a few fun things at home with her, but no big shebang like we had for Enoch. She noticed too. Her birthday was on a Thursday. That morning we had gone shopping with her, although she couldn't decide what toy she wanted, so we didn't get her anything. While we were out, we stopped by the dollar store for some HPT's. I wasn't quite 'late' according to my last 'period', but I wanted to avoid calling the midwife again and the anticipation of whether or not I was going to have another period. We were joking in the car that there was no way we were having a baby; we had been so careful. Robert had to leave that afternoon for stake meetings in Jamestown, so after we had cake and ice cream, he left and I played with the kids that evening. When it was bath time, I put the baby down and the kids were playing in the tub, so I thought, 'Hey, I'm in the bathroom. . . I might as well do this now.' And I took the pregnancy test. I probably should have waited until after the kids were in bed. As soon as the fluid hit the stick it was unmistakably positive. I started crying--a lot. Poor Joanna didn't know what was going on. She kept telling me it was okay, and she'd asked me not to cry. I managed to put on a somewhat straight face and tell her I was alright. Once they were in bed, I tried to call Robert, but he was in a meeting, so he didn't answer the phone. I tried to text him, but I don't think he knows how to check texts. I finally called him again when I thought his meeting should be over (or he called me, I don't remember), and told him. He was surprised, especially since I started crying again. But he tried to comfort me. He couldn't come home right away (partially because Jamestown is kind of far, partially because he didn't drive and needed a ride), and he had another meeting, so he had to go, and I called my mom.
I am glad I took the test that night, because Bro May drove Robert home, and they came in and gave me a blessing. That helped. I was worried about how the baby was since I'd had so much bleeding and how the midwife had warned us it wouldn't be healthy to get pregnant again right away. Robert was really comforting, though. I didn't get much sleep that night. And it was hard to tell anyone at first--even within the family. I kept crying when I voiced it. I was also still worried about how others would react, but most have reacted pretty well. A few people, like my uncle, have had their opinions, but none I could take offense to. The bishop has been really supportive too. (Our bishop is really outstanding.) And I've gotten used to the idea. More than used to it actually. I've gone from crying and worried every time I think deeply about it, to really being excited and more than comfortable with the idea. I'm definitely at peace. I very much want this baby, and I'm so glad that it's coming to stay with us. I still worry about what's going to happen when the baby arrives, how the delivery will go, how it will affect the rest of the kids, but not nearly on the level I used to.
Congratulations if you read that whole post. I didn't even read through it a second time.
Also in January, things were starting to get back to normal a little. My cycle had started again, Robert and I were doing exceptionally well in our marriage (those books the bishop recommended in the 5th Sunday combined meeting, were really helpful), I was being a better mom, and even my hobbies were picking up again. Then, we had a great, uplifting, spiritual experience, and I knew we were pregnant. Robert was skeptical. I was still nursing, and we were on birth control. He said he'd wait for the test results.
Sure enough, next month, no period. I started to get anxious about telling others. Our midwife had told us not to have another baby for awhile for health reasons, and I fully intended to follow that direction. I also didn't want to tell people at church. I felt it was a little irresponsible for someone as scatter-brained as me to have so many kids so close together, especially considering the problems I had last pregnancy and the stage we are in with medical school--and I had a little proof that some of the sisters agreed with me--at least to a certain extent. The next girls' night I went to, I kind of hinted that we might be expecting (I hadn't taken a test yet, but my period was three days late or so, and I'd already seen some of that pinkish bloody show you get in pregnancy a few days before it should have come). I don't think most people noticed, but one did at least a little bit, and it wasn't the most encouraging verbal reaction for me. Not that anyone was mean or anything. About a month later (when I decided I was not pregnant), another person told me that I better not be pregnant in a jocular fashion--I agreed, and I assured them that I was not. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
I decided that if I didn't get my period by Feb 5th, I would take a test. I took two a few days later. Both were negative. I waited a few days and took another. I thought there was a faint line, but Robert's always there when I take these tests in case it's important news, and he says there wasn't one. I called the midwife, and her nurse had me come in for a test, but I couldn't get the results until Monday. I believe it was that Sunday, I started to really feel the effects of my pregnancy. I was bloated and my skirt was too tight, I had sharing time and I wanted to throw up during it. Right after I was finished with sharing time, I went to the back of the room where Jandi and Carolyn were sitting, and a wave of sickness hit me. I ran to the bathroom and tossed my cookies. Carolyn followed me, and asked me if I was okay, and if I were pregnant. Even though I hadn't really gotten a positive test yet, I told her I was. And she was great--really supportive. I love Carolyn a lot. If you don't know her very well, you really should. She is a very loving sister. Jandi was also great, I didn't get a chance to talk with Lacey that day. (These are the sisters that were in the primary presidency.) I'm fuzzy on the dates, but at some point, I started bleeding brown and red blood again, and I thought I was either having a period again or miscarrying. I told Lacey over the phone that I was pregnant and possibly miscarrying, and it was nice to have her to talk to. I got the results back from the Dr. and they were negative. But I had mastitis--that was enough to explain some of my symptoms. Robert told me I must be having my period and that I really needed to tell everyone that I wasn't pregnant. I agreed. I figured I was trying so hard to prove that I was pregnant, that I was just in denial that I wasn't. Oh the irony. I didn't want to tell anyone in person, so I wrote an email it went something like this:
Hi everyone,
So, if I wasn't embarrassed before. . . well, I sure am now.
Funny story:
I felt funny one day--really tired and nauseated. So I had Robert go to the dollar store and get me three HPT's while he was out (yes, he is amazing--he even had to ask the clerk where they were). Took the first two the next morning and the morning after that. They were negative, but I still felt pregnant. I waited a week for the next one, and it was faintly positive (but now I'm wondering). I decided it must be right since it matched my symptoms--nausea, fatigue, dwindling milk supply, even bloating, etc.
Then, as I mentioned to Lacey last night, I thought I was miscarrying, so I called the doctor. Turns out, more than likely, I'm not pregnant at ALL! (Kind of a relief, and also a bit of a disappointment.) I just have had mastitis for almost a month. (ICK!--I've had it 3 times before, but I honestly thought you could only get that when your milk first comes in), and all the worrying about everything from how we were going to pay for four kids in college and what everyone would think of us when they found out is probably the reason I was "morning sick" (I really was stressed out) and not being able to sleep because of those thoughts probably exacerbated the normal "fatigue" that comes with mastitis. Oh yeah, and the "bloating" and the "miscarriage"--that would be from "my friend" finally visiting after pregnancy. Yes, I am a nerd. Pity me (for my legitimate insanity, not the cosmic insanity that would find me pregnant right now--of course it might be really nice condition to be in by this time next year).
But, it's actually been kind of one of those blessing in disguise. I've had to do a lot of life examining--especially of my parenting and my relationship with my husband. I was trying to prepare for what a trial it would be by strengthening my love for each of my current family members. I also learned not to worry about things so much. I feel fantastic about that part of all of this.
Blah.
Okay, now that you know waaaaay to much about the inner (non-)workings of my brain. . .
Alrighty--I'm off to find a brown paper bag,
Loves,
Ali Mae
See? I can be pretty convincing, huh? Although, I don't think I had mastitis for over a month--probably more like a week. In fact, I wasn't feeling very well again at a pack meeting, and Carolyn asked me if it was mastitis again, and I didn't know what to say, because it was the same symptoms again, but the infection had definitely cleared up by then.
The rest of February was not the best month. There was the mastitis mess, which if you've had it before, you know it's really painful and completely wipes you out, and I was sleeping a lot more often. Now that we were sure we weren't expecting, Robert was a little peeved that I was not getting up to get the kids in the morning anymore, and that I was taking a nap or two throughout the day. Our relationship was struggling again, in part because Robert had more responsibilities for school, and I also needed him more. I was also hitting a new low. I was feeling really depressed--and I'm not using that term lightly. Robert told me once that I should get some medical help. I thought of talking to the bishop, but I never got around to it. I'm not sure why I was so bad off--I guess because it was so hard to get motivated to do anything but sleep, and I didn't know why. It felt like my life was falling apart around me. People keep telling me that they think it would be neat to not know they were pregnant for a few months so that it would go faster. Let me just tell you, it wasn't that pleasant for me. Not knowing is much harder.
In March I had another irregular "period" after a strenuous run. I was pushing myself to train for a run, and I pushed too hard. The bleeding came the next day. It wasn't on schedule, but I had already called the Dr. office a second time and the nurse had said (after consulting my midwife) that it was completely normal to be missing my periods or having them run so light and irregular with brown blood for up to a year after weaning. That didn't sound quite right to me, but okay. I figured something was probably wrong, but not that I was pregnant. I had just had another 'period' afterall. I had some horrible hormonal issues especially after hitting puberty before we were married, and I just figured those were coming back--not a happy thought. I really didn't want to deal with all of that again.
Michelle came to visit us sometime around then--and I was having trouble fitting into my clothes and staying awake while she was in town. I chalked it up to the fact that we would stay up late talking. We also ran around town a lot doing fun things with the kids like going to the library and looking for leapfrog statues around town. The baby also weaned herself while Michelle was here. I was having trouble keeping my milk supply up and the baby didn't seem interested anymore. I've heard that your milk tastes funny when you're pregnant, so that might be why.
April Fool's day came around, and I started getting a lot more symptoms. I remember looking in the mirror, noticing how bloated I was, and then going downstairs to watch general conference with Robert--pointing out to him how pregnant I looked--and he agreed that my stomach was 'bloated'. I resolved to eat more fiber and exercise more. I ate so much fiber the next few days. It was really cleansing, but I still looked bloated. We played the best April Fool's joke on eachother that day. We kept poking fun at how pregnant I looked and acted, but neither of us thought I actually was.
Joanna's birthday was coming around, and I was so tired and useless that I couldn't put together a birthday party for her. We did do a few fun things at home with her, but no big shebang like we had for Enoch. She noticed too. Her birthday was on a Thursday. That morning we had gone shopping with her, although she couldn't decide what toy she wanted, so we didn't get her anything. While we were out, we stopped by the dollar store for some HPT's. I wasn't quite 'late' according to my last 'period', but I wanted to avoid calling the midwife again and the anticipation of whether or not I was going to have another period. We were joking in the car that there was no way we were having a baby; we had been so careful. Robert had to leave that afternoon for stake meetings in Jamestown, so after we had cake and ice cream, he left and I played with the kids that evening. When it was bath time, I put the baby down and the kids were playing in the tub, so I thought, 'Hey, I'm in the bathroom. . . I might as well do this now.' And I took the pregnancy test. I probably should have waited until after the kids were in bed. As soon as the fluid hit the stick it was unmistakably positive. I started crying--a lot. Poor Joanna didn't know what was going on. She kept telling me it was okay, and she'd asked me not to cry. I managed to put on a somewhat straight face and tell her I was alright. Once they were in bed, I tried to call Robert, but he was in a meeting, so he didn't answer the phone. I tried to text him, but I don't think he knows how to check texts. I finally called him again when I thought his meeting should be over (or he called me, I don't remember), and told him. He was surprised, especially since I started crying again. But he tried to comfort me. He couldn't come home right away (partially because Jamestown is kind of far, partially because he didn't drive and needed a ride), and he had another meeting, so he had to go, and I called my mom.
I am glad I took the test that night, because Bro May drove Robert home, and they came in and gave me a blessing. That helped. I was worried about how the baby was since I'd had so much bleeding and how the midwife had warned us it wouldn't be healthy to get pregnant again right away. Robert was really comforting, though. I didn't get much sleep that night. And it was hard to tell anyone at first--even within the family. I kept crying when I voiced it. I was also still worried about how others would react, but most have reacted pretty well. A few people, like my uncle, have had their opinions, but none I could take offense to. The bishop has been really supportive too. (Our bishop is really outstanding.) And I've gotten used to the idea. More than used to it actually. I've gone from crying and worried every time I think deeply about it, to really being excited and more than comfortable with the idea. I'm definitely at peace. I very much want this baby, and I'm so glad that it's coming to stay with us. I still worry about what's going to happen when the baby arrives, how the delivery will go, how it will affect the rest of the kids, but not nearly on the level I used to.
Congratulations if you read that whole post. I didn't even read through it a second time.
Oops, can't catch up like I'd hoped. And the abridged pregnancy story.
Looks like we didn't put some of the pictures on our external hard drive that I'd thought. So St. Patrick's Day, Birthdays, fish and frog huntings, will just have to wait until later.
But do not be dismayed. I've finally decided to post a giant long post about how we were and weren't and were pregnant, etc.
I'm pretty sure none of you actually have the time to read the whole thing--so here is the abridged version:
Kept hearing a phantom baby.
Spiritual experience=really excited even though it wasn't part of my plan.
Hinted at birthday party.
Other primary presidency members asked when I was morning sick during my sharing time.
Despite morning sickness, bloating, the inextinguishable desire to sleep, and that pinkish spotting I've only gotten when pregnant--all 4 of the actual diagnostic tests were negative (including the one at the Dr.'s).
I finally get some heavier brown bleeding and decide it's my late, light period.
Had to write an embarrassing email telling other presidency members I was NOT pregnant.
Thought up all of the reasons why another baby right now was more than wrong for our family.
Missed next month's period too. Called Dr. Nurse said it was normal for up to a year after weaning!
I had another 'light period' only a few days late after strenuously exercising. Figured the Dr. must be right.
Some clothes stopped fitting me.
Upped my exercise and diet program (I had been doing really well previously).
Decided my hormonal problems from puberty must be making me sick. Got really depressed.
Nearing my next period, wanted to avoid the uncertainty and didn't want to call the Dr. again.
Was certain I was NOT pregnant, but took a test anyway--just to see if I needed to see a Dr. for other reasons.
The test was immediately positive. I cried and called Robert.
But do not be dismayed. I've finally decided to post a giant long post about how we were and weren't and were pregnant, etc.
I'm pretty sure none of you actually have the time to read the whole thing--so here is the abridged version:
Kept hearing a phantom baby.
Spiritual experience=really excited even though it wasn't part of my plan.
Hinted at birthday party.
Other primary presidency members asked when I was morning sick during my sharing time.
Despite morning sickness, bloating, the inextinguishable desire to sleep, and that pinkish spotting I've only gotten when pregnant--all 4 of the actual diagnostic tests were negative (including the one at the Dr.'s).
I finally get some heavier brown bleeding and decide it's my late, light period.
Had to write an embarrassing email telling other presidency members I was NOT pregnant.
Thought up all of the reasons why another baby right now was more than wrong for our family.
Missed next month's period too. Called Dr. Nurse said it was normal for up to a year after weaning!
I had another 'light period' only a few days late after strenuously exercising. Figured the Dr. must be right.
Some clothes stopped fitting me.
Upped my exercise and diet program (I had been doing really well previously).
Decided my hormonal problems from puberty must be making me sick. Got really depressed.
Nearing my next period, wanted to avoid the uncertainty and didn't want to call the Dr. again.
Was certain I was NOT pregnant, but took a test anyway--just to see if I needed to see a Dr. for other reasons.
The test was immediately positive. I cried and called Robert.
Monday, June 7, 2010
The Hap-hap-happenings
Robert is done with his boards! He says they were hard, but he probably did okay.
He's also almost done with his first day of his first rotation!
YAY!!! Robert!
I'm pretty sure that Robert is going to treat me to a movie tonight ;D
I can't stop thinking about what to do for Lolly's lollipop party! It's going to be uber-incredible. And I think we might be able to do it here in Utah with the family.
Despite being away from home, I've finally managed to eat well for two days in a row! I feel so much better. Watching what you eat really is important to how the rest of your day goes.
Enoch can get his own food--for the most part. However, it usually includes cheese sticks, baby cut carrots, and bananas.
Joanna is coming down a little from all of the spoiling she's been getting. She's been much more polite and much less whiny today. Can we keep this up when everyone comes back from vacation? Probably not, but maybe we can keep a closer eye on the sugar she gets.
Lolly is also less needy these past few days. She plays contentedly in the playpen for hours, and Enoch and Nana entertain her too.
Life is good.
Now if I could just know what to do around here without offending someone--I feel so useless.
He's also almost done with his first day of his first rotation!
YAY!!! Robert!
I'm pretty sure that Robert is going to treat me to a movie tonight ;D
I can't stop thinking about what to do for Lolly's lollipop party! It's going to be uber-incredible. And I think we might be able to do it here in Utah with the family.
Despite being away from home, I've finally managed to eat well for two days in a row! I feel so much better. Watching what you eat really is important to how the rest of your day goes.
Enoch can get his own food--for the most part. However, it usually includes cheese sticks, baby cut carrots, and bananas.
Joanna is coming down a little from all of the spoiling she's been getting. She's been much more polite and much less whiny today. Can we keep this up when everyone comes back from vacation? Probably not, but maybe we can keep a closer eye on the sugar she gets.
Lolly is also less needy these past few days. She plays contentedly in the playpen for hours, and Enoch and Nana entertain her too.
Life is good.
Now if I could just know what to do around here without offending someone--I feel so useless.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
New Year's Resolution
I sat down with Robert for like half an hour trying to figure out how to perfect our lives by setting 'realistic' goals. . . only one pencil was thrown and I don't even think it hit him (okay--I'm exaggerating a LITTLE bit). But we did make a long list. I really think we'll do better this year (especially on the get to bed by 11 one ;D--Don't look at the time this was published, please).
However, this afternoon, as I was lovingly watching over my dear little sweethearts, feeding them, reading them stories, bathing them, and ever so gently getting their feces off of their fingers and out of my clothing. . . another thought occured to me. Perhaps I have been setting the wrong goals!
So forget earlier bedtimes and more meaningful prayer--before my life is over, I want to be able to unashamedly poop all over my children and laugh hysterically at the fact (or at least watch my grandkids do it). At the moment, nothing else seems to matter, and revenge is much more 'realistic' anyhow.
However, this afternoon, as I was lovingly watching over my dear little sweethearts, feeding them, reading them stories, bathing them, and ever so gently getting their feces off of their fingers and out of my clothing. . . another thought occured to me. Perhaps I have been setting the wrong goals!
So forget earlier bedtimes and more meaningful prayer--before my life is over, I want to be able to unashamedly poop all over my children and laugh hysterically at the fact (or at least watch my grandkids do it). At the moment, nothing else seems to matter, and revenge is much more 'realistic' anyhow.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Princesses and Ugly Stepsisters
I always wanted to be a tomboy when I was growing up--that's what was cool to all of my friends. But I know deep down inside I really wanted to be a princess. I loved Ariel (because she had red hair) and Jasmine (I guess I had a thing for the midriff). I hated Belle (still not sure why). Anyway--one Sunday I was having way too much trouble with my bangs, so just before church, I decided to hack them off (see photo). As I was straightening my hair with my hair clip--I felt a little closer to a princess. 
Maybe even related to one:
Maybe even related to one:
Saturday, November 14, 2009
"A Day in the Life" or "Fire Drill!"
Robert was going away again, so I decided that we would have some fun without him. (Well, you know, not "without" him, per se, but "in his absence.")
We made sugar cookies. Enoch only destroyed one.
Mommy did a little bit of a better job.
Yes, the smoke alarm went on, and we left the building like a good little family should. The baby even woke up for it--we couldn't just leave her inside of a potentially burning building--even on such a cold night.
You can bet we watched the rest of the cookies more closely.
Of course. . . maybe the cookies weren't what needed watching. . . .
We made sugar cookies. Enoch only destroyed one.
Mommy did a little bit of a better job.
Yes, the smoke alarm went on, and we left the building like a good little family should. The baby even woke up for it--we couldn't just leave her inside of a potentially burning building--even on such a cold night.
You can bet we watched the rest of the cookies more closely.
Of course. . . maybe the cookies weren't what needed watching. . . .Thursday, November 12, 2009
Ali Mae Needs. . .
Some days I feel so full; I don't think I really need anything--Today was one of those days. But just for kicks, I wanted to see what google thought I needed. . . you know, in case someone is trying to find me a Christmas gift ;D. (I just googled "Ali Mae Needs")
So, here are my top 5 "needs:"
Ali Mae "needs" My Space (with three kids in diapers. . . you bet!)
Ali Mae "needs" a Christo-centric missiology (don't we all [I have no idea what that's supposed to mean, but it sounds good to me]).
Ali mae "needs" her Rocky fix (last night Robert wanted to watch Rocky. . . or are we talking Rocky Road?)
Ali Mae "needs"social acceptance in school, and it helps if she wears what celebrities do (riiiiight--although from the look of the holes in my pants. . . ummm. . . maybe that isn't so far fetched).
Ali Mae "needs" Better Explaining – And Fast (Part of my interest in linguistics and editing is to become more eloquent)
Well, hope that helps with your gift lists. Now I just have to search what Robert needs ;D.
So, here are my top 5 "needs:"
Ali Mae "needs" My Space (with three kids in diapers. . . you bet!)
Ali Mae "needs" a Christo-centric missiology (don't we all [I have no idea what that's supposed to mean, but it sounds good to me]).
Ali mae "needs" her Rocky fix (last night Robert wanted to watch Rocky. . . or are we talking Rocky Road?)
Ali Mae "needs"social acceptance in school, and it helps if she wears what celebrities do (riiiiight--although from the look of the holes in my pants. . . ummm. . . maybe that isn't so far fetched).
Ali Mae "needs" Better Explaining – And Fast (Part of my interest in linguistics and editing is to become more eloquent)
Well, hope that helps with your gift lists. Now I just have to search what Robert needs ;D.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
I Am Pathetic: A Confession
I feel like a do a relatively decent job on my VTing. . . at least I did until today. I've only really been contacting the active sisters on my list. Yesterday, one of the other sisters came to church, but I didn't know it was her until she had left. Then today, I got a call letting me know that the other sister is going in for surgery! I felt awful! I should have been the one letting others know that she needed surgery. . . how horrible.
Anyway. . . this was actually the month that my companion and I were going to try harder to see them (pshhhaw--didn't/won't happen this month). . . so that made me feel a little better--but I still hadn't contacted them: I didn't know what to say. "Hi, this is Ali Mae Johnson, you don't know me, but I'm your VTer." Well, that's basically what I did say. . . and my sisters are AWESOME! I talked with both of them for quite awhile (both have been major sick, and I really could/SHOULD have helped them. . . but I'll make sure I'm there for them next time). I'm really looking forward to getting to know them better. I kind of assumed they would reject me or something, but they so totally did not!
Anyway. . . this was actually the month that my companion and I were going to try harder to see them (pshhhaw--didn't/won't happen this month). . . so that made me feel a little better--but I still hadn't contacted them: I didn't know what to say. "Hi, this is Ali Mae Johnson, you don't know me, but I'm your VTer." Well, that's basically what I did say. . . and my sisters are AWESOME! I talked with both of them for quite awhile (both have been major sick, and I really could/SHOULD have helped them. . . but I'll make sure I'm there for them next time). I'm really looking forward to getting to know them better. I kind of assumed they would reject me or something, but they so totally did not!
Friday, April 24, 2009
In-Store Coupons
Just thought I'd tell you about something I found. I don't go clothes shopping much, but I might try some of these coupons out.
I got a coupon from JCPenney in the mail for 10 dollars off a single 10 dollar or more purchase. Last time we got a coupon like this from there, we bought a really nice Sunday outfit for Enoch. We only paid 4 dollars.(They had Ralph Lauren ones for the same price, too, but they were about a 3T, so it wasn't worth it.)
Old Navy at oldnavyweekly.com I hear they regenerate on Thursdays??? You can only use one per transaction, and only find one per pop-up window because you have to swap the first one you found if you want to take the second, but put up a few windows and do a few transactions. . . (am I really this lame?) The "holy grail" there is the 75 dollars off of 100 dollar purchase. I'm guessing it goes pretty quick. There are other decent ones, though--for example, today I got a 30% off purchase one.
Easiest way to find them is to move your cursor over the add--and where it turns into a hand instead of an arrow "click." Keep clicking that spot, or maybe something moved--try to figure out where to drag and drop it (today one was a shirt you had to drag and drop on a mannequin). Also, look for clues in the top bar. It will talk about all of the coupons for that week, and give clues as to where they are--for example--5 dollars off when you buy adult and child's shorts (click on the adult and then the child)--or 5 dollars off when you comb your hair like this mannequin (click on that mannequin's hair a few times). I just checked, and the mannequin hair one is already gone--wow, the good ones go fast. I think the 5 dollars off 25 is still there--click on the African-American's shoulders.
I got a coupon from JCPenney in the mail for 10 dollars off a single 10 dollar or more purchase. Last time we got a coupon like this from there, we bought a really nice Sunday outfit for Enoch. We only paid 4 dollars.(They had Ralph Lauren ones for the same price, too, but they were about a 3T, so it wasn't worth it.)
Old Navy at oldnavyweekly.com I hear they regenerate on Thursdays??? You can only use one per transaction, and only find one per pop-up window because you have to swap the first one you found if you want to take the second, but put up a few windows and do a few transactions. . . (am I really this lame?) The "holy grail" there is the 75 dollars off of 100 dollar purchase. I'm guessing it goes pretty quick. There are other decent ones, though--for example, today I got a 30% off purchase one.
Easiest way to find them is to move your cursor over the add--and where it turns into a hand instead of an arrow "click." Keep clicking that spot, or maybe something moved--try to figure out where to drag and drop it (today one was a shirt you had to drag and drop on a mannequin). Also, look for clues in the top bar. It will talk about all of the coupons for that week, and give clues as to where they are--for example--5 dollars off when you buy adult and child's shorts (click on the adult and then the child)--or 5 dollars off when you comb your hair like this mannequin (click on that mannequin's hair a few times). I just checked, and the mannequin hair one is already gone--wow, the good ones go fast. I think the 5 dollars off 25 is still there--click on the African-American's shoulders.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Update
Back pain
Heidi = Williams Sonoma pizzas, cheesecake, native american foodstuffs. . .
Alterior Designs = way behind
Canon XSi 450D
Cute moss bunnies on a stick
Laptop
Incompatible hard drive
Straight A's! (Alice)
Sandi=funny
Hava and Brigg=amazing babysitters
Danielle=cool friend
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Heidi = Williams Sonoma pizzas, cheesecake, native american foodstuffs. . .
Alterior Designs = way behind
Canon XSi 450D
Cute moss bunnies on a stick
Laptop
Incompatible hard drive
Straight A's! (Alice)
Sandi=funny
Hava and Brigg=amazing babysitters
Danielle=cool friend
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Thursday, April 2, 2009
Brisco County Jr.
Did anyone else out there LOVE this show? To be honest--I was too young to really understand innuendo when my family watched it (I would've been about 8). . . although I do remember some parts that weren't exactly high quality television. . . so I don't exactly recommend this show. But. . . it was my favorite growing up. I remember being at dinner and we all had sat down, and then I remembered the show was on, and all of us got out the tv trays and went down to the family room to watch it.
I think this show gave me my first real movie star crush, too. What? You don't think Bruce Campbell is a hottie? Okay--he looks a little different than I remember :D. But I do remember a pretty vivid dream where there were all these bad guys trying to get me and my family, and I locked myself in the bathroom, and Brisco came and saved me. . . (*sigh).
(I was eight--it's okay that I was pathetic).
Besides Brisco, though, I really LOVED the professor. He's hillarious. What is his name? I really can't remember. What other movies does he play in. . . It's going to bother me that I can't remember!
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Fantasy
I've noticed that a lot of my posts are pretty depressing lately. (Seriously, go to some of my first posts--I don't even sound like the same person!--Sad, really.) I'm not incredibly sure how to get my old self back right now, so I'm gonna fake it. . .
Sometimes when I had a hard day when I was a teen I would write out better scenarios for myself in my journal--and sometimes they would sorta come true (for example--I wrote one about marrying Robert). Here's hoping this one comes true. . .
*My goodness, it's taking me a long time to come up with one--ummmm, okay, here goes*
Nana is potty trained. Enoch is done teething. We're on our way to Utah to drop the kids off at Grandma's for a week. While we're gone, the bedroom carpets and kitchen floor are being replaced. . . we shouldn't smell too much glue by the time we get back.
After spending a day with the family and getting some quality family pictures (our first professional ones EVER [unless you count homecoming, and my sister-in-law that did a great job on our wedding day--but those are just of Robert and me], Robert and I head off to Disneyland (obviously I'm not pregnant--and I can definitely fit into my jeans again). We spend all day riding all the rides, park hopping, trying out a bunch of the fun places to eat, and holding hands in line. And in the Haunted mansion (I do NOT look up in the first room--that part is just too much for me) we get to sit close to eachother. The ride also gets stuck in front of the singing busts for a minute, and we get to see the whole thing (I love those guys). We get great pictures of us on the roller coaster and with Pluto and Mickey and Goofy (I have a great camera). It's just a lot of fun. We stay for the fireworks, and reluctantly go home.
At night we watch some of our favorite Disney movies that we can't with the kids (like Pirates, and Narnia). Our hotel is amazing. It's really high and the view of the park is utterly breathtaking. Robert surprizes me with two chocolate truffles (the same kind we had on our honeymoon), and a bouquet of white roses. Then I drift off to sleep in the clean white linens so I'll be rested for the next day.
We head over to Universal Studios--take the tour and go on all of the classic rides. We eat at Hard Rock Cafe (Robert's never been--I think). Another day we go to the beach. (Apparently, I've found a swimsuit by then.)
Then we fly off to NYC. We see a Broadway play. We go to the top of the Empire State Building. We go shopping in ridiculously expensive boutiques, and we even try on rings at Christie's and Tiffany's and maybe some other places (of course, they all cost more than 30$, so no diamond for me. . . yet). I finally get to see if Grimauldi's Pizza lives up to it's reputation, and take a tour of the Statue of Liberty. We fill the day with all sorts of fun things, and get to talk to eachother all day. We fly home--Grandma and Grandpa are coming for a visit--so they bring the kids in a few days (not that I would EVER actually ask them to do that! lol). We get some time to work on a few things at home (I finish my independent study classes!) And. . . we're refreshed and ready to take on anything. . . almost.
Okay, now that I've wasted Enoch's naptime daydreaming. . . I should probably get some work done.
Sometimes when I had a hard day when I was a teen I would write out better scenarios for myself in my journal--and sometimes they would sorta come true (for example--I wrote one about marrying Robert). Here's hoping this one comes true. . .
*My goodness, it's taking me a long time to come up with one--ummmm, okay, here goes*
Nana is potty trained. Enoch is done teething. We're on our way to Utah to drop the kids off at Grandma's for a week. While we're gone, the bedroom carpets and kitchen floor are being replaced. . . we shouldn't smell too much glue by the time we get back.
After spending a day with the family and getting some quality family pictures (our first professional ones EVER [unless you count homecoming, and my sister-in-law that did a great job on our wedding day--but those are just of Robert and me], Robert and I head off to Disneyland (obviously I'm not pregnant--and I can definitely fit into my jeans again). We spend all day riding all the rides, park hopping, trying out a bunch of the fun places to eat, and holding hands in line. And in the Haunted mansion (I do NOT look up in the first room--that part is just too much for me) we get to sit close to eachother. The ride also gets stuck in front of the singing busts for a minute, and we get to see the whole thing (I love those guys). We get great pictures of us on the roller coaster and with Pluto and Mickey and Goofy (I have a great camera). It's just a lot of fun. We stay for the fireworks, and reluctantly go home.
At night we watch some of our favorite Disney movies that we can't with the kids (like Pirates, and Narnia). Our hotel is amazing. It's really high and the view of the park is utterly breathtaking. Robert surprizes me with two chocolate truffles (the same kind we had on our honeymoon), and a bouquet of white roses. Then I drift off to sleep in the clean white linens so I'll be rested for the next day.
We head over to Universal Studios--take the tour and go on all of the classic rides. We eat at Hard Rock Cafe (Robert's never been--I think). Another day we go to the beach. (Apparently, I've found a swimsuit by then.)
Then we fly off to NYC. We see a Broadway play. We go to the top of the Empire State Building. We go shopping in ridiculously expensive boutiques, and we even try on rings at Christie's and Tiffany's and maybe some other places (of course, they all cost more than 30$, so no diamond for me. . . yet). I finally get to see if Grimauldi's Pizza lives up to it's reputation, and take a tour of the Statue of Liberty. We fill the day with all sorts of fun things, and get to talk to eachother all day. We fly home--Grandma and Grandpa are coming for a visit--so they bring the kids in a few days (not that I would EVER actually ask them to do that! lol). We get some time to work on a few things at home (I finish my independent study classes!) And. . . we're refreshed and ready to take on anything. . . almost.
Okay, now that I've wasted Enoch's naptime daydreaming. . . I should probably get some work done.
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