Thank you, Mrs. Lewis.
26 February 2009
25 February 2009
I picked up dog poop today.
Happy Birthday, good man!
I love you!
24 February 2009
Lil' Ro's birthday party is Saturday morning at Build-a-Bear Workshop, and I wanted her to look like an urban princess. I am pleased with the results. Rosie thinks that the Tutu Fairies have bestowed one of their greatest gifts onto her. It's a win, win.
Now, I just have to finish the applique.
I was pretty confident that I knew how to assemble the tutu, but I did lean on the detailed instructions from DesignMom.com, here, just to be sure. So, I hope you enjoy, and I will post pics of Betsy's digs when they're finished. She has to look glam, too.
23 February 2009
However, I am always cordial and have no problem with being in social situations with people I do not, particularly, care for. First and foremost, it is polite. It is the classy thing to do. I was raised right. AND, I have never read a rule or law written that says we all have to be best friends. Furthermore, I would not want someone who didn't have fond feelings for me to force themselves to like me. Just as there are people I don't mesh with, I am certain, without a doubt, that there are people who find me off putting. That is life. I am okay with that.
Ignoring the truth doesn't make it any LESS true. Pretending there are no unpleasantries in the world does not make them go away. In fact, I think the opposite. When no one practices honesty, to simply declare the truth out loud, I think the truth festers and becomes infectious in a disastrous way. Cataclysmic. Explosive. Damaging. Additionally, what appears to be a truth for one person, is not the same truth for another. Isn't it Philosophy 101 that says there are no absolute truths (unchanging in all times and places)? As a Catholic, I disagree, but we are talking philosophy here. This is where honesty is vital. Airing out the dirty business. More often than not, a simple exchange of personal truths clears the air.
some people continue to avoid. Avoiders are in constant mistrust of others, paranoid that they are disliked, they need to be certain that they will be accepted in order to join in social activities, they are hypersensitive to criticism or rejection, they have problems in occupational settings, and live in a fixed fantasy. Avoiders like to be enabled, so they feel safe and loved.Hey, if you don't believe me, go here. Avoidance is usually a disguise for underlying problems, but that is a topic for another day and time. Sadly, I think avoiders of honesty, of unpleasantness, miss out on a true life experience. They are setting themselves up for more disappointment than necessary.
And, believe you me, disappointment happens. Honest.
PS I am thinking about teaching philosophy or psychology, what do you think?
22 February 2009
20 February 2009
It's the simple things.
19 February 2009
I 'heart' bloggers!
Imagine, for a moment, that the only way you could communicate was using a machine or simple signs. Now, imagine that you had trouble controlling your fine motor movements. That means that even though you may know what button you want/need to push or what sign you would like to show, you sometimes can't because your darn brain has difficulty sending the message to those hands. Stupid brain. Right? Well, that's what our sweet, little Betsy deals with every day of her life.
Now, that she is 4 1/2, and becoming quite an independent spirit, it is getting more difficult to endure her fits of frustration because it is so hard for her to tell us what she wants to tell us. Difficult for her, difficult for her siblings, difficult for innocent by-standards, difficult for Jake and I. Just difficult. There is a lot of crying, a lot of grabbing, a lot of hitting (herself), a lot of scratching (herself AND us), and a lot of hurt feelings. Not hurt feelings, like, when someone calls you a name or insults you, but hurt feelings, like, you were sucker punched in the core of your being, like, your spirit has been defeated. I feel helpless, sometimes hopeless (I cannot lie), I feel sorry for myself and Jake, but mostly I feel sorry for her.
So, this is my public promise that I will remind myself and my (most often) happy little girl, no matter how frustrated I get, that Betsy is probably
4, 584, 937, 658 times MORE frustrated. And, I just need to COOL IT! And, upon reflection, Betsy is really a genius. Her brain isn't connected to the rest of her, like "normal", yet she has accomplished soooo much. She has to work that much harder to do what is second nature to you or I. So, I'm thinkin' she has like a gagillion times more brain power than we do. I know someday, someway, she will be able to "say" whatever it is she wants.
Thank you, God, for the gift of Betsy Jane!
18 February 2009
today walking out of Betsy's preschool:
random little boy: (to his mom) Momma? The world is a mess!
random mom: What, honey? Did you just say, "The world is a mess?".
random little boy: Yeah, Momma! The world's is just a mess!
random mom: (chuckling) Oh, well, why is the world a mess?
random little boy: Because it's all dark with clouds and rainy and windy and cold!
Well, little dude, that's one way to articulate it!
Until the sun is shining again...
17 February 2009
so, we all know the name Nadya Suleman, and if you don't, you have been living under a rock. The lady with fourteen children under the age of 7. The woman who collected over $150,000 in disability because of a back injury that was completely debilitating. So, debilitating that she went on to have 6 pregnancies, including twins and octuplets. WOW! Her back must have REALLY hurt after that. The same woman who has no job, no husband or partner with a job, no home, no income, is living off of loans that should be used to pay off her schooling, AND the woman who is collecting disability for 3 of her children AND receiving food stamps, AND, obviously, Medicaid. All the while, seemingly having enough dispensable cash to get a full set of acrylic nails, and, allegedly, lip injections. (Am I the only one who noticed?) That woman shouldn't even be able to purchase Lee Press-Ons, baby.
Actually, it is not the amount of children she has. I mean, hey, if you can responsibly and reasonably care for the humans you bring into the world, GREAT! Otherwise, cool it! Seriously! I love the Duggars. They have, like, 18 rug rats. Children that are well-adjusted, kind, loving, respectful, etc. Children that are cared for by parents who have an income, a clean, organized home, structure, and discipline.
All I can say is, it makes me even more grateful for the life Jake and I have built for our family. I may not get paid for what I do (Jake does, woo-woo), but we both work very hard to have the life we have. We depend on no one, but ourselves, and God willing, we will never have to. Each child was delivered using our insurance (we continue to use our insurance, that Jake works for, for all of our medical care needs), dentist bills are payed for with saved cash because we do not have a dental plan, our food is bought with a debit card, our bills are payed with OUR money from OUR checking account. Mostly, we feel like we are deserving of NOTHING, other than, what we have EARNED through hard work and saving.
Oh well, I'm just going to keep on livin'. The world is full of people like Nadya. We all have rolls to play, I suppose. But, that roll is not for me. I want to be accountable for my life, self-sustaining. You know, so I can get to sleep at night.
16 February 2009
And, seriously, that is just a speck of that handsome, Irishman's talent. Seriously.
15 February 2009
My girls are rarely dressed at home. It may sound weird, but they love to run around in their skivvies or even nakie. Friday, when my momma watched the Grebe gals while I was at Pete's Valentine Party at school, was certainly no exception. After I got home, and my mom was leaving, Betsy stood in the doorway waving and holding her baggy 'o snacks until she could no longer see her Grandma's car anymore. Sooo, cute!
This is the little piece of pottery that Jake made for me at school. Aside from it being made by my first born's little hands, it melts my heart because he told me that he chose the colors he did because they matched the house. How cute is that? I know, I know, it's a little twisted that he knows how OCD I am, but it was so touching that he knew just what I would like. That little rascal could have painted it red with purple polka-dots, and I still would have displayed it proudly.
Pete had to fill out a worksheet all about him at school the other day. The last line reads, "One thing I would like to tell you is...". Well, you can read the rest. How funny is that? At least, he is in touch with all aspects of his personality, AND he is honest.
Finally, we come to Rosie. Her new favorite book is the toddler Bible above. The cutest thing ever is that she goes through the book and finds the pictures of Jesus, and says, "Momma, Dee-Zhus!". With the emphasis on the 'zhus'. She even finds the babies in the book and says, "Baby Dee-Zhus". There are no words!
Okay, so, now that I have just wrote the most "Mommy" post ever. I apologize. But sometimes, those darn kids just yank my heartstrings. And, it's my blog, so there.
14 February 2009
13 February 2009
Some of you asked to see my new do, so here ya go!
It's...okay. It's certainly easy.
The downside: all my gray hair popped out, BIG TIME!
Geez, 31 and grays...a lot!
Thanks, Dad. The genes you have passed onto me are very much appreciated.
The common sense, intelligence, and smashing good looks I can handle.
The white hair already sproutin' out, not so much!
Now, if I get those big bushy eyebrows...
ps The flower in my hair I made, but if you would like one that looks much nicer and is made with way more attention to detail, go here. Better yet, if you click on the pink button on the left, you can view many etsy items whose proceeds go directly to 'Cora's Playground'. To learn more about 'Cora's Playground' click here, here, here, here, and here (to name a few).
12 February 2009
Also, below, is the fab birthday present Mrs. Lewis made for me. We saw these on 'whatever' here, originally made by meg ('whatever' is her blog), and Mrs. Lewis thought she would give it a go. I think she did a great job, and I am sure I will be the envy of every customer at the grocery store and Target when I whip that bad boy out full of coupons and my lists. To personalize it a bit, she added a cute picture of us from Saturday night in the little pocket of the notebook. Cute, huh?
11 February 2009
I know, I know. It is difficult to imagine. I am VERY likable. I am VERY generous. I am VERY fun. I am VERY loyal. I am H-I-L-A-R-I-O-U-S. But, if you read this, you all ready know that. I am THE BEAST. (Did I just write beast? I, totally, meant BEST! Weird how that happened, huh?)
Anywho, I decided to take a stand. I did what any reasonable, adult person would do. I sent her a perfectly private message asking her why she was being so adamant about pretending I didn't exist. I should have just let it go, and, normally I would have, but, for some reason, it was really bothering me. I mean who doesn't accept someone's friend request on facebook. A total stranger? Maybe. Someone you spent years of you educational career with? No! She's friends with many of my friends, and, for the life of me, I cannot understand why she has been giving me the axe.
And then, it happened.
Mrs. Lewis called me to tell me that this girl, let's call her X, updated her status. It said something along the lines of..."X says if someone is ignoring your friend request there's a reason...move on." I mean, honestly. Who does this? I was discreet and contacted her via her inbox and she straight up writes a nasty status concerning the situation.
Now, I am normally NOT someone to take action in situations like these. Normally, I would just, oh, I don't know, "move on" as X put it. But, I am 31, and it is time I start standing up for myself. So, I responded. Again, I did it privately, but, nonetheless, I gave her a piece of my mind. It seems so easy to do over the world wide web, doesn't it?
Here's the problem:
In order to view X's status, Mrs. Lewis had me log into facebook under her name. (We are bestie's, after all.) But, I had two tabs open. One tab was logged into my facebook account, and one was logged into Mrs. Lewises'.
Are you still with me? Because it's going to get confusing.
Under my account, I composed the message, and sent it to Mrs. Lewis, so, she was aware of what I was sending. I clicked to send, and continued to send it to X. But, facebook is stupid lately, and a window popped up saying it was unable to send my message at this time. At this point, I decided to do other things on the computer and give facebook a rest. When I came back, the message was gone. Dang it! So, I went back into Mrs. Lewises' account and just copied the same message I sent to her, and was going to just copy and paste. Uh, hello, I didn't want to type the whole thing over, and besides it was kind of long, and I didn't remember exactly what I wrote. Somewhere in the confusion of tabs, windows, different accounts, copying, and pasting, I sent the message to X, but under Mrs. Lewises' account.
But, we all know, ya' win some, ya' lose some. Mrs. Lewis has forgiven me, I have forgiven myself.
So, the moral of the story is: don't let your friends use your facebook account. Actually, that's not really the moral. Because, I think it's nice when friends have such open and honest relationships. Nothing to hide. No, the REAL moral, is just, be nice. Would it kill anyone to just let the past go? Particularly, if your not even sure why your past has made others so angry. I am a very intuitive, intelligent person, a person who is not afraid of honesty, no matter how painful, and I just can't figure this one out.
10 February 2009
It freakin' awesome/unbelievable. That's what it is!
The click-clack the cups make. The speed and precision. For real.
I, for one, think that kids should be able to get college scholarships for such a skill.
It is crazy to watch. Your mind is tricked into thinking your watching in fast forward.
But, you're not. How cool is that?
Watch it here.
My mind was blown, but when it comes to kids, it doesn't take much to amaze me.
Geez, between Guitar Hero & World Sport Stacking, I'm starting to feel like my childhood was severely lacking in certain areas!
Nonetheless, memories were certainly made with our lousy boom boxes and four square tournaments.
Now, there is a sport I could've gotten a full ride on.
09 February 2009
today is my birthday.
in 31 years, i have:
and, God willing, there is much more to add to this list.
08 February 2009
collage of images from aaa-fashion.com
It's a risky move for me to go even shorter than it already is...
'cause I'm in a wedding in 4 weeks. Yikes!
Plus, and this needs to be said, I look nothing like the women above.
it's only hair, after all. It will always grow back, right?