Tongue Tied

Here are a few things that I'm unexpectedly thrilled with: 1. My house. It's small. It's old. It's horrifyingly lacking in closet space. It's not in the best part of town. It has drafty windows and can tend to smell like cats (which we don't have). But it's home. 2. Spinach. It's actually quite good, despite me spending most of my life guarding myself from it like it was the plague. I blame mom for always making it with stinky vinegar. How was I to know it tasted good? 3. My flab. Seems strange that I'm the heaviest I've ever been in my life and yet I feel the most attractive. I used to be really skinny, but thought I was the ugliest thing ever. Now, I realize how unimportant appearance is and that just being me is better than trying to be somebody else. It's probably just my aversion to working out convincing me that I look fine. (I mean fine as in okay, not fine as in "you fiiiiine , girl".) 4. My husband having a sort of dangerou...

Sidebar: What's with me blogging every day? Weird, huh? I just spent about an hour working on the finances, which, as you know, is not my idea of a pleasant afternoon. I'd rather scrape soap scum off a dingy tub for an hour than spend that time with bills. But today, I decided to bite the bullet, dive in, and sort some stuff out. I told myself beforehand it was just a fact finding mission. Find balances owed and make a list. No emotional response, please, self. Just get in there and git er done. I was pleasantly surprised to find that the numbers don't seem so overwhelming anymore. Don't get me wrong, we're still on an uphill climb here, but for the first time in years, maybe even in our entire marriage, I feel like things are improving. Like I can see the peak of the mountain and things will be getting easier soon. Like we'll be able to breathe. It's wonderful to see the balances get smaller. It's a relief to feel like, okay, we can do this. It won'...

For the first time in awhile, I'm glad it's Monday. Last week was rough. Seth worked a lot. Like, the most anyone should work without a medical degree. While I'm so thankful for the extra money, the thing about firefighting is when you work extra shifts, you're gone for days at a time. Like, whole 24 hour days. Plus, he picked up some shifts at his part time job. I'm not unfamiliar with him working long hours. I'm actually pretty okay with it. We miss him a ton, but I don't usually go nuts with him gone. I guess we've sort of adjusted. We call him and text him and visit him when we can. And the rest of the time, I do my thang. And to a procrastinator like me, sometimes it's nice to know just how long I can put off cleaning things up. You know, so he doesn't think that all I did while he was gone was blog and wear the same pajama pants I was wearing when he left. Last week was kinda nuts though. Between behavior issues, being sick, and Homegirl e...

I am going insane. Going? Who am I kidding. I've done gone. "Going" suggests traveling along at a reasonable speed and noticing exit signs on the highway. I've already taken the exit, bought a house, and had all my subscriptions forwarded. I love my children. Really, I do. They are great little people. They are great little people. I've had to repeat that to myself lately. So, yeah, they're great. But they're evil geniuses. They're tiny, plotting, psychological monsters who have my demise on their horizon. Sorta like gremlins. Yes, my kids are totally gremlins right now. I know, I know. I'll miss this time in my life someday. Enjoy them while they're little. I'll never get these days back. Blah, blah, blah. Can I just say, I hate when people tell me that almost as much as I hate loading my dishwasher. I do not feel bad for saying that I'm excited to see my kids grow up and hopefully become functioning members of society (or at least be ...

So, I'm trying this thing where I don't blog ad nauseum about every little thing I find annoying. It's nice...except, what else is there to blog about? I don't write as much when I can't write about things that grate against my soul. So, in the interest of keeping this blog alive, I'll allow myself a bit of controlled blog-whining today. 1. How am I supposed to function properly when there's no chocolate in the house? None. Nada. Zilch. Even hybrid cars use a little gasoline. I have no gasoline. 2. Our van has suffered a series of what we're calling "mini strokes". A lot of the little electrical things on the left side of the van are failing, such as cabin and dashboard lights. I live in fear of "the big one". 3. I have one child whining about losing a tooth soon and one child whining about gaining a tooth soon. And one that just whines. 4. I really want to write about people that have to be right all the time. 5. And also, music in m...

Here are some highlights from my year. I think. A lot of it was a blur. Pregnancy does that. Media: Movies: Source Code, Super 8, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Pt 2 Television/Drama: Fringe Television/Comedy: Up All Night Song/Secular: Ya know, I'm not sure. But the one stuck in my head the most was Tonight Tonight by Hot Chelle Rae. Ha. Now it's in your head too. Song/Sacred: Blessings by Laura Story Band: I think Hillsong takes it this year. Book/Fiction: The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins and The Help by Kathryn Stockett Book/Non Fiction: As Silver Refined by Kay Arthur Website: Pinterest Blogs of People I Don't Know: Rants From Mommyland , Hyperbole and a Half Food: Restaurant: Due to pregnancy, we ate at Steak N Shake and Chipotle a lot. Recipe: Cooking? What's that? Spice: Nutmeg Beverage: Strawberry Limeade Quotes and Expressions: "Good job, little buddy." "I'm a fireman." Date (As in boy/girl date): Downtown photo shoot in the ra...

So, my tiny little HP netbook finally bit the dust after several years of near constant use and fairly regular dropping and abuse. This has resulted in me not being online nearly as much, because the desktop is sooooooo far away in the basement, and the basement is also the play room, and the play room is where the mess and children exist. And it's close to the laundry room. So I avoid going down to the basement. I miss facebook. And blogs. And hulu. And blogging. A little. But never fear. I shall be posting my annual "Best of 2011" soon. Like, when I write it. Maybe in March. Also, Ten on Ten will be coming soon. I'll do my best to appease.