Love grows best..

Alright, I went to the Chiropractor and had some work done. My twitch is doing much better. She thinks its related to stress. That, and my wart. The body does funny things when you are under stress (including storing belly fat, I win). To this fact my husband says "What do you have to be stressed about?" **insert testicle punch here** But he's actually right. For whatever reason I'm not getting too worked up over things lately. In a 24 hour period yesterday Moses ate chalk, toothpaste and gum. I shattered a huge jar of honey then we went to the store for more honey and Magnus shattered a huge jar of elderberry juice. I have the purple sock to prove it. Moses dumped and redumped coffee on the table and fed a pineapple chunk to our fish (Yadier Molina Snowy the 2nd). And I was all like, "Isn't life great? Can we adopt a baby, Zac?" I wonder if my sweet husband isn't slipping me an upper in my V8 splash..

I don't know, I just feel so completely happy right now. Could it be our teeny tiny house that we appreciate more than ever now that we are moved back in? Love grows best in little houses. Is it the fact we have never had LESS money? God is showing us wonderful things through our being poor. Is it Zac being proud of me for school, and me being so thankful for all his support? I don't know but every day he gets a liiiiittle sexier :) Oh, maybe he's slipping me ruffies..

I didn't make any real resolutions this year but it seems others have given me some hints. One girl at work in casual conversation said "Now come on Onnalee, you were young once too!" Excuse me! I am young. I mean, take away the Chrysler Pacifica, my big diaper bag, Dr Scholls inserts, and my chronic back problems and you have a hot young momma lol. 2012 Act younger, Check. Next, A guy at work was guessing people's weight (danger danger). But he had guessed three peoples correctly so I thought why not? He guessed I weighed 185 POUNDS! Now there is ABSOLUTELY nothing wrong with being 185 pounds. But not when you are 160! I'm already self conscious as it is..2012 lose weight, Check. I came in from school the other day wet from the rain carrying my huge bag of books. The weight of my textbooks has broken the straps so I just carry it "like a trash bag" so says Zac. He looked at me kinda pitifully and asked that I step it up a little. We can afford a new backpack. Little does he know this bag lady will be scouring goodwill for one tomorrow. 2012 Step up my appearance, Check.

That's all the change I can try and squeeze in for now. Anatomy class if filling up any other useful space in my already crowded head. I hope this semester flies by super fast. There is so much to learn. All these body parts and cell slides to memorize. How in the world am I supposed to keep up with my continuous reading of the Twilight Saga? No, I'm doing okay on that. Although Ive lost count of how many times Ive actually read it. Its more like a continuous cycle now. I'm sure there is a term for this kind of problem, Edwarditis? hehehe..

Until next time!

Onnalee

A whole lotta LOVE

Now, wait. Didn't I say I was going to have more time to blog on break? NOT! Ah well, I have been enjoying the family time of the little wild men. And I mean wild. Magnus has turned from whatever 3 year old we knew to a jumping, yelling, Tasmanian, who only talks to us to tell us we are "MEAN". If I have to hear that word again, I might go insane. Which, coincidentally may be happening as I have developed an eye twitch. Yep, a real crazy, eye twitch. I have a theory other than the relentlessness of my daily life. I hit my head on a window frame while coming up from looking for a shoe under the bed. Hard. Think the "bend and snap", from legally blond. I seriously crumpled to a pile of tears on my bed. I still have a huge sore spot. So, I am positive in my amateur diagnosis, that I have nerve damage due to window trauma. Either way, I'm stuck for now with my crazy cat lady (in my case dog) eye twitch.

What do you do when you have a barking dog that you threaten to run over on a daily basis? You get another one! I, while at PetCo replacing our dear fallen beta fish (Yadier Molina Snowy), met the world cutest, most CALM, puppy. A wiener dog just like ours. I promise she or Jesus spoke to me. She is a rescue dog from a mill and I feel it is our duty to save her little life :) And her name is Vanna, I can not help it. Zac, is positive I hit my head harder than we thought. I will keep you informed on her future.

The boys have been doing their best to destroy our clean smelling house on a daily basis. But we will not be shaken! 2 nights ago I am cleaning up the kitchen and Zac yells for me. He is trying to explain mystery poop from the front of Magnus leg. No one knows how it got there, but they are afraid. He goes to the bathroom in the toilet and all is well. Then I hear loud gagging (think calling dinosaurs). I run in and Zac has found more poop on a bath cup and a towel. What in the world?! We recovered. Fast forward. Last night Moses pooped out of his clothes. I take his stuff off and line him up at the bathroom door to wait for a bath because Daddy is in there #onebathroomstinks. Moses proceeds to tell me he pottied on the floor "I potty, I potty" So I am searching for the puddle and Magnus comes flying around the corner and slips in a huge pile of potty. I run to him and Moses runs to us and Zac basically finds us all lying in a huge pile of potty on the floor.

School is about to start and I am not even close to completing my list of pinterest projects! But I have been enjoying the amazing weather. Jesus must know I suffer from seasonal depression and he's helping me enjoy a couple more weeks. I have some resolutions that Ill share soon. One being to dance with my kids every morning. So, I'm off to go move it move it, and shake it shake it!

P.s.. In the short amount of time it took me to write this little diddy. Moses has dumped and eaten raw oatmeal, cleaned the toilet (however he did use the right spray), and squirted half my grapefruit dish soap on a cookie sheet. It does however smell remarkably less like pee in here though..hmm..

Much Love

Onnalee** twitch twitch**

Tis the season!

I'm back!!! Or should I say my semester is over so Ill be blogging for a couple weeks on break. I admit I must be suffering from" Blog Fog ". But I simply can't stand the fan mail piling up all over my house. It reminds me of Harry Potter getting his acceptance letter, minus the owls :) So, alas I will fill you in in my quirky life!
Long story short, the cars in our life have cost us over 3,000 dollars this last month. My phone died. Water continues to leak into our basement while I write, after spending 6,000 on that a few short months ago. Things seem a little rough right here before Christmas. Although on a plus side, some anonymous giver left us a hefty Target girt card the other day. We will give our kids the gift of continuing to feed and diaper them until Christmas at the very least :)
I am done with Spanish and Biology. I was getting tired of arguing evolution and conjugating verbos anyway.. Moving on to fun stuff like Medical ethics! Bring on 13 hours next semester! Please pray for my marriage lol. Can a girl get any luckier than having my peg leg hubby!?

Which reminds me. A man came into bandanas to ask me on a date! Awkward! The ONE day I left my wedding ring at home..I did tell him it was flattering at the very least. He seemed a little put off by my misrepresentation of no bling bling. And Im like, Would YOU want this big Ol rock falling in your pulled pork? I think not :)

So after an extremely stressful and expensive month I decided to go get a massage last night with an about to expire groupon. I go to pay AFTER my massage and she tells me its already been used last April! After asking if they would take a Target gift card, I proceeded to pay the 74 dollars (plus tip) and cry my eyes out the whole way home. Given the fact that I don't even let Zac get a 99 cent ice T and here I went and accidentally pampered myself!

I am soo excited for Christmas however. This year we are just REALLY embracing the traditions and Jesus. Not so much the gifts. I mean I have a brand new pair of shiny Wheel bearings and two hydraulic engine mounts to show off anyway!!

We are LOVING being back in our own home. I spend way too much time walking around naked for the reason of, I can. And Zac well, he loves the new house for that reason alone :) The boys have found LOTS more things to make messes with and more high and random objects to jump from. What more can we ask for?

Talk to you soon!

Onnalee

Not by the hair on my chinny chin chin!

So I am sitting in my car, doing my makeup in the visor mirror. And I see, glistening in the sunlight, these two.. lets call them what they are.. chin whiskers. Not blond hairs, not fine downy lanugo, but straight up now tell me black, "3 little pig" chinny chin chin whiskers. Now this is not the first time they have sprung up. One time actually we were in the car headed somewhere important and again, I saw them in that dang car mirror. I didn't have any means to tweeze and after many failed attempts with my nails my husband got them. WITH HIS TEETH! I am not even kidding. This is from the man who once told me as I was going to the bathroom with the door open, "We're not there yet". Yes, that is true love AND true disgustingness. Sorry if in any way you ever thought I was cute and this has ruined it for you :)

But, if you as a female deny you have creepy random hairs, you are a LIAR. And if you really don't think you have any, come talk to me. Ill point them out for you :)

Anyway, back to the real story. And that is, once again last night before work, I had no means to tweeze. I found some nail clippers and made some attempts at cutting? Wrong. I only accomplished pinching my chin twice and creating two crescent moon cuts. Now not only do I still have whiskers but I have added wounds. Awesomeness.

Also, when I was walking in I saw a van with those family stick figures on the back. They had violently peeled of the Dad in what I'm assuming was a bitter divorce. Burn.. But funny none the less.

Little update on one of my previous posts. I had once mentioned I would remain 160 lbs for life and was lamenting about that. Be careful what ya wish for. I am no longer 160 lbs. I am more!! Woo hoo!!!! Ugh.. I don't know if its the birth control or the Halloween candy but I'm about to stock up on hoodies and pajama pants.. And if I gain any more weight on birth control I might as well get pregnant and weigh the same!! (No Zac, this is a joke. Don't get your hopes up)

Poor Zac. Weeks ago I made a comment that I would have another baby if the Cardinals won the World Series. Um, epic fail. I mean, come on. I really thought that was a safe bet.

The boys had a blast trick or treating this year. They are both at great ages and oh so cute. Zac turns 35 and is starting walking on his boot this week. We are SUPER close to moving home, and the Holidays are right around the corner. Ahh.. Aside from me turning into a fat man with a goatee, LIFE. IS. GOOD.

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Wordy Wednesday

My camera isn't loading so wordless Wed. out, wordy Wed. in!


I cant wait until my boys are 11 and 13 and I can tell them all sorts of things. Things like how they used to hang on me like little leeches. Like how I couldn't even go to the bathroom without them beating on the door and sitting on my lap and pulling on my clothes.. By then I assume I'll be too embarrassing for them and Ill need to remember these times.

Like how they broke everything. Just this week we lost our second glass ikea lamp. Add that to our blown glass bottle stopper from Italy, our couches, numerous other pre-children trinkets we have acquired and they have pretty much wiped out all possessions from before their birth.

Not to mention the havoc they expend on stores we visit. Just the other day at Kohls, Moses threw down like 18 pairs of shoes in 37 seconds. That had to be some sort of a record. I gave him a cheese stick and strapped him in the cart, while I spent the next 6 minutes bent over assembling them back together. Unfortunately I had some way to low cut jeans on. I felt very plummer-esque. Sorry sweet people of Kohls. I don't think your ready for this jelly.

Going to school is getting harder because its already dark before I get there. That includes a lot of running through the parking lot pretending I have mace in my hand and wishing I hadn't worn pants that made me look so darn good. **same jeans from above story :) **

By the time I get to class without being raped, I'm already tired. And 3 or more hours of lecture tops it off. Hopefully next semester I can manage a few more day classes.. And of course I couldn't be a college student with out thinking of changing my major. Doesn't Labor and Delivery Nurse sound so fun?! Oh well, I'm a ways away from that decision.

For now we will keep plugging towards moving home, Zac walking and the World Series!!! Go Cardinals!

Much Love,
Onnalee

Tidbits of information..

Hola! So today due to lack of actual story telling capabilities I shall share small "mind post -its" I have kept track of this last week. Here we go!





Some from school:


I had no idea you could "sag" in skinny jeans. Oh yes, you and can and you should not.

There is a girl in my Spanish class. She is the skinniest thing on earth. I am not kidding. Like stare at her make me want to throw up the water I just drank for fear of calorie content skinny. I spend a good part of my four hour Spanish class staring at her various bones..

I spend the other half of my four hour Spanish class thinking about Mexican food. These kind of cancel each other out.

Some one in my biology class stinks very badly. Its hard for me not to blame booger eater, but I keep it contained.


On kids:


Being potty trained is a trick on mothers. Because why would we assume our FULLY potty trained 3 year old would start to urinate on various furniture and toys?

How do you ever really know if you want or are ready for more kids? I wish God would send a postcard in the mail, maybe with a stork picture or something. Dear Fores, You are supposed to have about 3.4 kids. Keep up the good naming. Much Love, Big G.

When Moses was scream crying itching in the car the other day, Magnus folded his hands and closed his eyes. "Dear Jesus, please help my brudders eczema. Amen" **insert tears here**

On me:

I am making a real effort to broaden my horizons and make friends and all in all be a nicer, more sociable person. Its not really working. Yet.

I haven't smoked in years. But when I see someone at school smoking I want to jump on them, steal their cigarette and run away laughing. Every day I don't, I feel accomplished.

I believe that I am destined to be 160 pounds for the rest of my life. Not really, but that's where I'm at and I'm trying to deal with that. Me and my Mexican food :)





On marriage:

Zac is making strides (on crutches) but strides none the less. The day he can walk I am leaving him and the kids for a week. This is not true, but I may go get a massage or something..

Husbands, if you want to turn on your wives. Come home from work ON.TIME. Just once, or heaven forbid early. Seriously skip the flowers. We will consider this foreplay.

The house:

We are sooo close to moving home. We have a sump pump and a roughed in bathroom downstairs. Bring on our lovegrowsbestinlittlehouses HOME!

But who will get our kids chocolate milk and cartoons at like 5:30 in the morning if we don't live with my in-laws? hmmm...

Thanks for stopping by,

Onnalee

Wordless Wednesday- Happily Ever After

Six years ago... A Fairy Tale Proposal :)