Tuesday, October 18, 2011

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,

Thursday, October 6, 2011

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,