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Saturday, February 25, 2012

Why I'm Glad I'm Not a Cop...and you should be too!

My DH has me hooked on police car chases...

What I can't understand is why on earth do they run?? How dumb do you have to be???

Not to mention the danger they are putting the public in!! Idiots!

The reason I'm glad I'm not a cop is two-fold. One, I wouldn't hesitate to shoot.  If this guy or gal decides to run and puts the public at risk, I don't see why Cops can't at least try to get them in the leg or the arm or something.  My personal opinion: You run from the Police, you have it coming!
Two: I wouldn't be able to control myself, and not beat the ever living crap out of the "subject"!  I wouldn't hesitate for a blink to beat and kick the crap out of someone who doesn't give a damn if they kill people in their pursuit to get away. Again, if you're dumb enough to run, you have it coming!

I know, I know, police brutality, blah blah blah.  My husband asked me "What if it was your son?" 

 Um.......He had it coming.
 Do stupid things, suffer the consequences!

  I teach my kids to live with their choices.  If my son is dumb enough to try to run, hey, he's taking his life, and other people's, in his own hands.  I wouldn't begrudge a cop for shooting him.  Better he goes down than kill a bunch of people!
But again, this is why I would make a terrible cop.  

One of my favorite police chases is from South America.  A guy in a high-speed chase slammed into a van, and the woman driving the van jumped out, launched on the guy, kicking and beating him down until the cops show up and make her stop.  That lady has my full support and sympathy.  If it were me, and my babies were nearly killed because some guy didn't want to go to jail, I'd beat the hell out of him, too!

But police get all of that training to handle situations better than an irate citizen.  But I do think if I found that I was coming up on a police chase, I would do my damndest to ram that car & stop that guy.  I drive a big-ass heavy truck, and I ain't scared to ram a car.  No siree!

What's really shocking are the guys on motorcycles...I mean, you're driving a bike, that can flip wildly and kill you if you hit a rock going 65mph, so for whatever reason, you decide you're going to go 120mph and just take your chances?
                                Pure Dumbassery.

So thanks, to all you police out there, who keep these idiots from killing us, and who keep pissed off drivers from killing them!

Friday, January 6, 2012

OH MY GOODNESS!! WHAT A HOLIDAY SEASON!

As all Y'all know, we had a broad stroke of inspiration and decided on driving to visit family for the holidays...this, as always, was a mistake.  Makes one wonder what one could possibly have been thinking! 
We did have a lovely time with family and friends, and were able to help out where we could, which made it all the better use of our vacation days.  Little Bear gained his first tooth, and discovered that he can get around using the 'army crawl'.  Monkey and Banana rediscovered that they are, in fact, the best buddies in the whole wide world, despite the obvious handicap of being brother and sister. And Jelly Bean, MY OWN JELLY BEAN, has walked right into puberty! (Her response to my enlightening her of her current disposition was "Oh Crap!") They grow up so fast!  I love that at least for the purposes of celebrating the holidays, the family is together, all stopped from our usual business.  But enough holidays already! I'm tired, and I can already see Easter on the horizon!

Today, for all you Catholics out there, is Three Kings Day: the official end of the Christmas season for us...Boy, howdy! Am I ever glad it is here! three gifts per child and a special, awesomely special, King Cake with Praline Filling! :D Y'all know how us Southern Girls love some Pralines! 

But I am unsure as to whether or not we should be abstaining from meat, given that it's a Friday, or are forbidden from fasting because it's a feast day...will have to go to Catholic answers and check...

Back to the Christmas Visit:  There was much discussion as to "The Talk" I had with my ten, almost eleven year old daughter.  She has pit hair...poor kid! I cannot imagine the pain in the ass of having pit hair in the fifth grade! I have a theory that this odd phenomena of boys under-developing and girls over-developing has to do with all of the estrogen in our diets, thanks much in part to the sheer amount of soy fat in our current diets. Soy fat is pretty much just straight estrogen, so it's a theory in progress, but I swear it's why men are still whiney crybabies and girls have boobs and hips at a mere 10 years old.  If not, then I'm voting that the useless men syndrome is due to a lack of fathers...women make very poor male role models, no matter how butch they are, so boys just remain children and the future wives of the world are destined to mother their husbands...yet another byproduct of the stupid feminist movement! (hate those stupid bitches!)

But I digress...as I do so often.
So, I'm talking with Jelly Bean About her pit hair, which naturally, leads to the discussion of "feelings" for boys and sexuality.  She likes a boy: boy likes her. check...don't want any of that unnecessary pining for someone who's an ass, but who also doesn't like her back!  She wants to kiss said boy, said boy wants to kiss her, too, but she is unsure if kissing is such a great idea.
My response:  Your sexuality is a precious gift, and whatever little bit of it you give to someone else, you can never, ever get back.  Best bet is to be sure that the person you're giving that bit of yourself to is worth it! 

I'm not too quick to pat myself on the back over this parental move of 'good communication'.  I also added to this the fact that I was very careless with my sexuality when I was young, and have been paying the price for my stupidity ever since.  She thought about it for a second and decided that when she gave her first kiss away, she thinks she'll kiss her very best friend.  So that there's very little chance of him crushing her heart to pieces and making her first kiss something she wishes she could forget.  I agreed that this was as good a plan as any for the time being, but that it would be best if she could hold-out until she was married.  She agreed that if it's possible for her to do so, for she would give her very best efforts, then she would never, ever be sorry for giving away her sexuality to the person she was married to.  (WHEW!)
So, I took a cue from my therapist and let her come to the conclusion that her sexuality is for marriage all on her own.  A decision made for oneself is always the most adhesive.  I'm well aware that I cannot make my children's decisions for them, and in this day and age, you've got until they're 10-12 years old before they're out there making their own decisions, so you'd better learn to teach all those things no one bothered to teach you!  I really love Jelly Bean, and I know that she's smart, loving, kind and generous.  I also know that when it comes to the opposite sex, she is as shrewd as if the whole thing were a multi-billion dollar merger!  Nobody's getting her kisses without a lengthy vetting process! (Her first kiss especially, now that she knows how priceless it is!) 

So, that was how we rounded-out our holiday visit to grandma's house.  We learned that we have become quite accustomed to zero humidity and blinding heat.  We learned how to shave our armpits, and the various methods for controlling pit hair growth.  We learned that kissing does fall into the realm of sexuality, and it should be taken very seriously by us as parents and by our children.  We learned that three small children in a car for two days is a bad, bad, bad idea.

Monday, December 12, 2011

10 Things to Hate About Being Southern: In Our Defense

Let Me preface my post with the statement that I LOVE BEING SOUTHERN!  But I recently read a blog that bashed the south all over the place, from a guy who pretty much stuck to Texas and Florida, neither of which qualify as Southern States. (Florida has been taken over by skyscrapers, and Texas is Western, not Southern. Hell, it is even SouthWestern! It's just Texas.)

But there are some things to hate about it.  Mostly, this is a list of misconceptions that drive me half-way to the Nut Hut! 

10. Everyone thinks you're a Clampett! 
     I am not, nor are any of my friends or acquaintances, ill-educated.   But somehow, whenever I would go for a job interview, despite my stellar recommendations and education, I was always asked "Is this your first time in shoes?" yuck, yuck, yuck!  I am always too southern and too polite for violent revenge, so I think they should appreciate my Southern Identity, since it keeps me from punching them in the face!

9.  Southerners are NOT inbred.  
     Now, don't get me wrong, I laughed just as hard as anyone else when I heard Jim on "True Blood" refer to his packmaster as "Uncle-Daddy Calvin".  Let's face it, it was hilarious! However, I can safely vouch that no couple of my knowledge is of any relation to eachother. (Though Franklin and Eleanor Roosevelt were cousins...just so you know.)  However, as with any tight-knit group, we have lots of Aunts and Uncles who are also of no real relation, so I guess it may be possible to marry your 'cousin', being that they aren't actually your cousin...  You always hear about 'someone who knew someone who knew someone who was married to their cousin' but you never actually knew anyone who actually was, in fact, married to their cousin.  But just to display our classic Southern back-handedness: In most northern states, it is legal to marry not only your first cousin, but also half-siblings.  (um...gross!)

8.  The perception that Southerners are racist:  
    Not to say that there aren't racist southerners, there certainly are.  There are also racist Californians.  But nowhere I have ever traveled in this country is more openly racist all around than Saginaw, MI.   Michigan surprised me because I assumed that Northerners were by far more racially tolerant.  I mean, Canadians seem to be.  Apparently, that kind of tolerance and brotherhood stops at the border with Michigan.  I'm not white enough to be white there, and not black enough to be black, and I got a lot of stare-downs and gestured threats from either side of that very wide divide...it creeped me out big-time!  Arriving in Canada was like Dorothy arriving at Oz from the Dark Forrest!  I was near to tears when I got there, that's how much it freaked me out!

7. The perception that Southerners are Homophobic:
   This one surprised me and also made me laugh.  My concept of homophobia is that men who are homophobic are really men who have latent homosexual tendencies, that they are afraid to admit to.  Now that I think of it, just about everyone I know has a gay friend.  At least one. 

    What I have noticed though, even if it is off-topic,  is that Europeans have this like bizarre obsession with gays...like WTF?  We had an exchange student beg us to take her to "where the gay people are" and I'm like "This is America, gay people are where everyone else is".  She did not seem to comprehend this concept of intermingling...I suppose she figured there'd be like a gay embassy or something.  Anyway, no, Southerners are no more homophobic than people of any other region.  In fact, I'd say less-so because whether gay or straight, all southerners have a pronounced sense of personal style, so I guess we just take fabulous for granted. No shit, I wear pearls like all the time. (We revile those awful women who wear those hideous denim jumpers and have that 1980's poodle perm hair down to their knees! I mean come on! In Proverbs 31, God calls women to have fine clothing...A denim jumper dress is NOT fine clothing!)
   I think that racial/homophobic-sounding slurs are like a meta-joke...you either understand it, or you don't.  I was called Ghetto Booty since high school and I never thought twice about it.  I also never thought twice about laughing at my (gay) buddy calling me a breeder, and my calling him a mary. We just happen to have a sense of humor that is lost on an overly-contrite American conscience.

6.  Southerners are polite:
     We are extensively polite.  (often to the point of annoyance)  Proper Etiquette is as ingrained in our identity as our finger prints.  Southerners will chew your ass, and might even kick your ass, for any of the following:
-Not holding a door for a lady: (If the lady appears not to expect her Significant Other to hold the door for her, people shake their head and say things like "Poor abused girl! He doesn't even hold the door for her!")
-Honking to pick up a date, or really anyone: Except when there is inclimate whether and you have babies in the car!  Once upon a time, my mother jerked one of my dates out through his car window, dragged him into the house and MADE him call his mother and apologize for making her look like she didn't know who to raise a boy. No Shit.  He never honked again! (my mother is also the same woman who flipped a bull by his horns in her Sunday dress, but I digress...)
-Not saying "please" and "thank you":  Even in the drive-thru, you must say please and thank you.  For Southerners, it just comes naturally to say it, so when someone doesn't say it, we're thrown-off a little by it. 
**There is an exception to this for both people from outside of the south and southern people from the cities...we won't fuss at you about it, but we won't be polite to you either, since proper etiquette isn't something you expect from people.

5. Southern men beat up women:
  BOYS DO NOT HIT GIRLS! 
Even if a girl is trying to knock their brains out of their head.  You may defend and subdue a violent woman, but you cannot openly strike a woman without some pretty serious repercussions. The very least is that a man bigger than you will hit you back, but it's more likely that 15 men who are bigger than you will do it, and repeatedly. The logic in this is that since the offender thinks it's okay to knock around someone smaller than himself, then it must be okay for men bigger to do it to him, so he shouldn't have too much to complain about.

Side Ruling: If a woman isn't complaining about getting routinely beaten, there isn't a lot you can do about it. This applies all over the country, sadly. However, in the south, we take revenge against these offenders of the sacred rule by small acts of non-compliance.  Like said man can't get any polite service, no one's willing to help him out, etc.  It's like shunning with the Amish.  If he gets his back up about it, and asks you why you're being rude, and you're southern you'll tell him what a P.o.S. he is and why you're not going to be polite til he learns to be a gentleman, by God!
   This is not to say that Southern Ladies don't know how to take care of themselves.  I once saw a girl take out a guy's eye with the heel of her shoe, after he punched her in the face.  We just sort of have this cultural norm that if there's a man around to take the hit for you, let him.  If not, whoop some ass! ;)
(Let me stop for a moment and state that redneck girls are NOT southern ladies! What they are is idiotic women who have settled for less than they deserve...but I guess someone has to work the drive-thru.)

4. In the South, time moves slower:

This is one that actually bothers me:  Everything takes for-freaking-ever in the south!  
Everyone's really chatty and polite, even in drive-thrus or when you're just trying to pay for gas... it all requires at least five minutes of polite conversation, 10-15 minutes if you know them personally. When I go back home, a trip to Walmart requires a thorough rechecking of my high school yearbook, in case I run into people who remember me, but whom I do not remember. (This happens regularly)  They all want to rehash 'the good old days' for half an hour a piece, while my milk gets warm...Once, I went to Walmart for toothpaste and ended up staying there for upwards of 2 hours, just running into people I went high school with...most of the time, it's pleasant, but sometimes, you just want to get the hell outta there, you know?

3.  Everybody calls you "baby":
     This doesn't bother me, but it sure bothers my husband whenever some man I've just met is calling me Honey, Sweetie, Darlin', etc.  A very nice Swedish exchange student was very, very concerned that the 80-something year old lunch lady kept calling him "sweetie" and squeezing his hand, and smiling at him.  It took rather a lot of convincing to make him understand that no, she was not trying to sleep with him, she just wanted to be welcoming and polite and also make sure he was listening when she spoke. I still tease him about his "lover" Mrs. Robertson. (yes, we all call him "Graduate". Yes, he hates it.)

2. Confederate Flags and The War of Northern Aggression: 
     This is one of those things that other people hate, but Southerners embrace.  It's not all that uncommon to see confederate flags everywhere. No one cares. (Unless you happen to actually be a racist prick, but there again, people in the south will shut you up about it pretty quickly)  The War of Northern Aggression:  Yes, we call it that and here's why:  These days, people are tainted by the view that the Civil War was about Slavery.  In part it was, but it didn't start out that way.  It began as a conflict over state's rights and the 10th amendment.  The majority of land-holders in the south did not own slaves.  They couldn't afford it. That's why there's not too many Plantations still around; there weren't that many to begin with.  When people in the south discuss slavery, there is a solemnity that consumes the discussion, that is contrite. Yes, we regret it.  However, we also embrace the cultural variety that slavery brought with it.  If you want to be pissed at someone over slavery, be pissed at the Dutch; they started it!

1. Lack of P.C. verbage, conservatism and "the redneck factor":
     We see no need to get all P.C. and pussy-hurt over racial/homophobic linguistics.  As stated before, we don't care.  We say what we think, and believe it or not, we are tolerant of the ideals of others, provided you can make your statement of belief in such a way that you convince us that you have thought it through thoroughly.  We detest all people who adopt a point of view to which they have no connection or knowledge.  And we will challenge your viewpoint.  Stand firm:  Most southerners would probably agree with you on most politically liberal ideology, but we love to argue, so we'll often argue the opposing side just to have the argument. (Think about it: the best lawyers in America are southern...there's a reason for that)

   We are conservative when it comes to fiduciary interests. Southerners view true Americanism as self-reliance, tolerance, community, intellect and ingenuity. When we see people abusing the welfare system, it makes us mad as hornets!  When people accuse the south of not conserving natural resources, there again, it infuriates us! (My Grandfather retro-fitted his car to run on moonshine during WWII, and kept it that way. He donated his gas rations to the lady down the road, who had eggs to deliver. He also made his own gas for his lawnmower in a gaserator in his backyard til the day he died.)
     Southerners do tend to hunt for sport.  We also are active in charities such as "hunters for the hungry" and "fishing for families", both of which supply hungry families with fresh meat. Both charities are well-known throughout the southern U.S.
    Most southerners plant innumerable trees on their properties to encourage the natural environment to flourish.  We love nature, and we try like hell to respect and conserve the natural beauty of the south whenever we can. We don't usually participate in environmentally destructive activities without counter-balancing our impact. This was especially hard in the 70s, with Southern states being mostly agricultural and not having strict environmental guidelines.  Industry moved in, people took jobs where they could and in short order, everything went all to hell.  We've worked very, very hard to rebuild the environment since then.  We continue to conserve wherever we can.  But if you live in the suburbs, and a Deer is picking through your trash, there's a Deer problem, and their numbers need thinning. (Believe it or not, this is also conservation. If a Deer is coming to your house to look for food, there's too many Deer in the woods; their food is running low, and they need a lowering of population in order to ensure the survival of the species.)


So now, all you "Yankees" are in the know a little more about Southern Identity.  Don't knock it; it has benefited you in many ways, not the least of which is Mardi Gras, and y'all seem to love that! ;P 

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Back In Action!

So, spent a week and a half with Strep Throat....yuck!
I decided that since I do get asked A LOT about when I find the time to work out, I thought I should go ahead and post a run-down of my usual day so y'all can see how it is that I get anything done.

First, I wake up at 6am sharp, but I don't get out of bed.  Instead, I bring the baby over to me and nurse him for about 30 minutes. Then I start my FLYLADY morning routine...IT WORKS!  Then, I change baby H and dress him and wake up my older son to get ready for school. While DS is getting ready, I get dressed in my workout gear. More often than not, baby H is fussing and/or crying the entire time...I just put up with it.

  I get DS off to school and by the time I get back, DD is up and asking for food.  She gets a light breakfast because she doesn't eat much until lunch time.  Then I set her up with Dora on Netflix and give baby H a few graham crackers in his bouncer.  Then I plug my ear buds into my cell and start my podrunner.  As of late, I've been carrying 10lbs of extra weight in the form of 2-5lb hand weights.  I do my podrunner in my house.  Yep, I walk and jog on a little track from my front door, around my kitchen table, back into the hall, and back to the front door.  The good thing about using podrunner is that it has a rhythm.  So long as you're keeping the beat by moving around, you're good.  Sometimes, DD wants milk, so I march sort-of in place while I pour a sippy cup of milk.  But she is usually already set-up with one and is ordered to stay on the couch and out of the way.  The workout happens to be about the same length as an episode of any kid's show, like Dora, so I'm finished by the time her show is over.

It's now about 9:30am, sometimes 10am. It's time for DD to get dressed and start her pre-K pages.  She does them in English and Spanish, so I alternate days. Mon, Wed, Fri in English; Tues, Thurs in Spanish.  I usually have to nurse baby H again and put him down for a nap by about 11am.  


DD is finished by lunchtime (12pm), so I give her a PB&J and juice or milk.  When she finishes lunch, she's ready to crash, so I let her watch Sesame Street until she falls asleep on the couch.  Then, I try to get laundry folded as fast as I can.  Between two little kids, you might get 20 minutes where they're both asleep at the same time and that's action time!!!!

Baby H gets up from his nap at about 12:30pm, I wake up DH for his second-shift job.  We spend a little time playing with the kids, and he gets ready, while I help him by finding everything he put down, but couldn't remember where he left it. (Of course, I've been telling him for 9 years to put it all in one spot, but he has his ways) By 2pm, he's off to work, I give the kids a snack and load up the dishwasher to keep the sink clear. I realize that this is futile with little kids who need a new cup every 10 minutes, but you know...) I don't run it because we conserve electricity from 12pm-7pm.  I also put my dinner in the crockpot on high so that's it's ready by 6:30pm. At 3pm, I pack up all the kids and pick-up DS from school, check the mail, go by the library if needed, pick up any groceries and extras I forgot to get the last time I was at the store two days ago.  I head home and it's nearly 5:30pm.  I have the kids go out to play, I nurse baby H again because he's starving.  At 6pm, I make yet another futile attempt to clean up the kitchen before dinner. (There is always a debris field of toys, that's why I ALWAYS wear shoes in the house...I'm not dummy!)  I wipe down the table and get plates ready and call the kids in to dinner by 7pm. (baby H seems to make everything take 30minutes longer) by 7:30pm, I allow 30 minutes of TV or video games.  8pm is time to get ready for bed.  Baths, jammies and teeth brushed by 8:30pm, I put the older 2 into bed, and nurse baby H again.  If it should happen that both older kids are asleep or at least behaving, and baby H is down for the night (or the next hour) I take a shower/bubble bath depending on time constraints.  Then I finish up cleaning the kitchen and loading the dishwasher. I start the dishwasher, put another load of laundry into wash. I watch TV and eat some dinner.  I start the laundry in the dryer, and go to bed.

I can't recommend FLYLADY routines more...they are great, they give a little to-do list of things that should be done, and if you do them, you'll notice you have a bit more time on your hands for other things. (like blogging! ) I'm usually in bed by 12am, but I'm almost never asleep until 2am.  It's a bummer, but that's life.  I suffer mild insomnia.  I cannot get to sleep before 2am unless I am very ill, in which case, my sleep pattern is all thrown off anyway. 

Well, there's a day in the life....I wish I were more disciplined and kept my house cleaner and neater, but I'm starting to learn that when you have kids, you just collect "stuff"...toys, big, small and tiny.  And the clothes!! why do kids have mountains of clothes, no matter how often you cull it and give it all away?? it's like the Bermuda Boomerang!  You get rid of it, but then it's back again! 

Okay, being that it's Sunday, and once again, I skipped Mass,( bad mommy!)  I should make up for my having eaten meat on a Friday by donating a crap-ton of winter clothes to the clothing bank at our church.   We live in Arizona for God's sake, we don't' need that many sweaters and coats!  My ambition is to get rid of all of the extras, which I love but honestly couldn't wear in the 2.3 months that I might actually need a sweater.
We'll see!
btw, check my weight-loss progress here.

Monday, November 28, 2011

Well, I guess I can't stay fat forever, even if I really love food!

Now, Y'all know I love food! I'm southern, and I can't help it. Hell, it's us who came up with all the best fried foods! Fried dough, fried chicken, fried snickers, fried turkey, chicken-fried steak, fried fish...the list goes on forever. And apparently, so does my waistline! lol

So, my post-turkey-day weight is a whopping 173.8lbs!  Good Lord! That's a thanksgiving weight gain of 9lbs! WOW!  So, I guess I'd better start doing something about that...
My semi-official diet/exercise plans are as follows:
Official weigh-in day: monday (that way, I'll remember to watch my diet on the weekends! that's always where I slip up!)
Exercise:First day to 5k intervals
   these work marvelously! I used podrunner the last time I dropped 30+ pounds, so I know it works!

Diet: No more than 1200 calories per day, no less than 1000. even though I have more than 20lbs to lose, since I actually plan on working out, I can't drop too low, or else, my body will freak-out and convert everything directly to fat. that's bad. I have all the cellulite I need, thank you!  Plus, I'm nursing, and that burns an addition 300-500 calories per day, so I'll really have to tweak it in the following weeks.  I've never tried to lose weight while nursing, but I've also never had so many physical demands either; keeping up with my kids is important! :)

I will also start a new blog just for weight loss, so I can report on my progress to all of you. I won't get too bummed if I break-down and make beignets and eat all 18 of them.  And of course, kick myself for the next week for having done so!  But I know myself, and that's good, so I'll know when my screw-ups are coming. lol! 

If you're looking to lose some weight, go on ahead and post what you're doing, and let's support eachother!
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Monday, October 24, 2011

BACK IN THE SADDLE AGAIN

Well, Hell's Bells!  In the month I had to take off from doing really anything, I've managed to let my house go all to hell, gain 11lbs. and leave my kids and husband without a workable amount of laundry.  Poor Hubby tried to do laundry and ended up bleaching his clothes all out. So, I'll probably spend the better part of the next week catching up on laundry and dying the color back into his jeans, if I can.

I also need to get my messy house in order.  Usually, it's neat as a pin because that's how I like it, but what can I say?  When Mama goes down, everything follows!

However, I did manage to read all of my Sookie Stackhouse books, and I'm all caught up. I'm excited to see where Charlaine Harris plans to take my favorite southern heroine!  The cliffhanger on the last book had me reeling a little bit, but it's okay.  Charlaine's books are so much better than True Blood, but I think it's because in True Blood, there's an expiration date. You can only keep people looking exactly the same age for a maximum of 7 years,  After that, it starts to show through.  So, all of the story lines that they want to cover have to be blended in such a way as to wrap up the story in X amount of time.  Which is a shame because I'm enjoying the cavalcade of hot guys! ;)  I also caught up on my True Blood DVDs! :)  I like Alcide the best because he reminds me of my husband, both in the books and the show.  Yeah, that's about what my Hubby looks like, and that ain't not bad!

My auntie has a sort of fascination with Aleksander Skargard. (I need an umlaut!) I think he's ok, but my big Scandinavian crush is Alan Hyde, who's too adorable for words! Check out his online show: "Alla Salute!"  It's hilarious! I think it's obvious I've had a lot of extra time on my hands this week...lol.

Well, I plan to post reviews of the Sookie Stackhouse books as soon as I find mysef having more free time, though it won't be anytime soon.  But for my SVM pals, just to clear something up, Sookie has Eric's blood twice in DEAD IN DALLAS and again in CLUB DEAD.  Eric has Sookie's blood twice in DEAD TO THE WORLD...I'll go back over my books again to see when he has her blood the third time, but suffice it to say that while reading of their 'times' together, it's hardly my first concern.

mildly off-topic side note: My husband has decided that he likes the name sookie for our next baby girl...not really sure if I'm a fan or not. I'd have to live with it for a while to see, but I'm definitely not saying no! :) Although, I'd spell it differently. Maybe Suky? We'll see!

 Have a good week Y'all!

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Swimming Alone in a Pool of Nothingness and It Feels Good!

My sweet, loving, adorable manly husband is my only blog reader.  That bothers him.  He thinks it should bother me too. But it really, really doesn't.  I don't write this blog in the hope of attracting followers.  I write it so there's something of myself out there for my friends and family to keep tabs on me, if they choose. And besides, I'm not much of a diary keeper, and on the off-chance that my little ones will want to know more about me as a budding mama, they'll have a resource that's likely more lasting than a spiral notebook.

Last night, I dreamed of Spanish Moss in bare trees with multicolored leaves on the ground and I could actually smell the cold in the air. I wasn't anywhere special, just outside in the cold. I love the cold! One day, I'd love to move to someplace where it actually gets cold.  Maybe Denmark, since I've got family there. (Hej, Broder!) But more likely Norway, so I could see the Northern Lights.  Canada's too familiar to be exotic, so Northern Europe would be good, at least to visit. I'd kind of like to see the sun rise at midnight.  But to be truthful, I will probably never make it there. By the time we've saved enough money to be able to afford to take our time in another country, we'll probably be too old to go and will likely just give the money to our kids.  That's why we're doing everything we're doing: to give our kids better than we ever had when we were kids.  Maybe they'll have kids and try to give them better, too. 

That's sort of my only real dream: give my children better so they'll do better and keep going, getting better, making the world a better place, generation after generation.  Otherwise, it would all be a waste.  Everything I do, I do for my family because that's all we have in this world.  Friends, even best friends, come and go but your family's yours no matter what. Sometimes, that's good, sometimes that's bad, but they're there, and that's all that matters.