Aaaaahhh Halloween!

I just love Autumn. But, I love Halloween even more! I know many think that it is an evil pagan holiday. I don't agree. I think it has become a month of a lot of fun, candy, parties, and money to be made for the economy. There might be people trying to keep ancient traditions alive. I say just avoid that type and you will be fine. Maybe it is just that I like becoming something that I am not, I don't know. I do know that I love to dress up and paint my face so that I cannot be recognized. I think I am making up for the lack of playing dress up as a child. I just wasn't into it then. Anyway, I wanted to share with you my thoughts on the "spook"tacular holiday!
Happy Haunting

Something New

I just noticed in a comment from Rabid a request to write something new. I don't know if it is the pregnancy hormones or what, but I haven't been thinking very clear lately. I have been waiting for something profound to come to mind. This obviously hasn't happened. So I will just write about something that is not profound. Those of you who have been through this might be able to relate.


I have become a crybaby lately. Not just crying a little, giant sobbing fits have erupted from the inner depths of my soul. Here is an example: My dear hubby planned to go on a camping/four wheeling trip with his brothers. He rarely goes on trips "with the boys" and loves camping. Because of circumstances beyond our control he hadn't been camping at all this summer. I am usually fine with him taking an occasional adventure. So, Friday comes and he prepares to leave. As he begins to depart disaster strikes. The inner depths of my soul burst. My poor husband tries to remedy the problem to no avail. To make matters worse I am actually totally embarrassed by how I am behaving. The embarrassed feelings seem to add to the tears. I finally convince the hubby to leave so I can end the trauma. Then wouldn't you know while my eyes are still red and swollen the neighbor comes by to drop something off. I can't avoid answering the door. I am sitting on the couch and my front room is like a giant fish bowl for all to see where I am. The poor neighbor looks at me like I am a battered woman. Thank goodness she has had several children and all I have to say is "hormones "and she understands.

I can look back on this now and laugh. Even while I laugh I live in a bit of fear. I don't know when the next fit will strike. There doesn't have to be a traumatic event to start the water works. Last week I shed more than a few tears while watching "The Biggest Loser". Oh well, what do you do?

I Am Going to Snap

I believe I am in trouble. I am excited to finally bring my wart into the world, although I hope my teaching this year doesn't ruin all of the excitement. I don't know why it is so hard for the class I have this year to figure out that if they will line up without being so ANNOYING they would actually get to go to recess early. I don't think I am asking too much, in fact I am offering a reward. Instead we are always getting to recess a couple of minutes late so we can "practice". Don't let me give you the complete wrong impression. Sometimes they actually make it on time. I am not going to budge on this one so, we will see what happens. I may just snap and end up yelling for them to "Shut Their Traps". I am really good at that you know.

Fantastic Birthday Gifts

So, last week I had a birthday. It was a nice somewhat relaxing day. It was the day before school began for my students. I had to work, but sometimes it isn't so bad when I actually have time to get stuff done in my classroom.

My first gift was a nice visit from rabidrunner and the two Yahoo's. It was great to have a visit at work. They brought me a fabulous "hand crafted" beanie and a cute dress. The dress was a little big read on to understand why.

My parents and sisters gave me clothing to wear to work.

My dear hubby gave me silicon oven mitts and trivets, two Big Bubba Kegs, and money to buy new clothes. He knows better than to try and guess my size.

Another sister gave me the DVD "Wild Hogs" I recommend it to all.

I also received two cookbooks from a friend and from a sister-in-law.

I think my best gift actually came on the day after my birthday. I had a doctor's appointment and my hubby and I got our first look at our Yahoo in the making. We saw its little heart beating like mad, weird looking eyes, and limbs with fingers and toes. We were also able to see it move twice. It was quite exciting. It has been a little hard to believe that after 6 years we are finally on the road to parenthood. WOW!!

I didn't scan our ultra sound photo in, but it looks something like this:


It sort of looks like it's not much, but to us it was the best news in a long time!

Tribute to Xana-Diva-Delux

I couldn't let this moment pass without paying a special tribute to Xana-Diva-Delux and her blog Xanadua. I was reading it yesterday and having a bit of trouble with the way my eyes were responding to the colors. Upon moving to the comment section I noticed that el rabido had requested a theme song be placed on the blog. I took the opportunity to request new colors. The Diva responded very un-Diva like. She didn't throw a fit about it. She made the changes and now has given rabidrunner a run for her money for the best blog ever prize(if you know me everything is a competition).

I was feeling a little down and having more of my usual tummy troubles. Then I remembered Xana-Diva-Delux and her theme song. I instantly went to the sight. The song began and I danced around the room feeling the best I had all day. THANKS X-D-D! The best part is my dear hubby loves me all the more for playing the Xanadua song over and over and over and over. . .

The Happiest Place on Earth

I recently took a trip to the land of Disney. What an experience! First of all I highly recommend the Fastpass system and the 3 day "Park Hopper" pass. While you're in the newer of the two parks be sure to ride the "Tower of Terror" it is one of the best thrill rides ever.(my dear hubby who jumps off cliffs while skiing went on it 2 times in a row).

Anyway, to the real point of all the "happiness". This place is full of screaming and crying kids. I couldn't believe that I hadn't noticed this in past trips. One example of the "happiness" torture was when I went to help my sister-in-law with the 4 year old while she changed her little one. There are several diaper changing stations that are well equipped with supplies. That doesn't mean there wasn't a huge line waiting for a spot. This should be expected considering the lines everywhere else. Of course all of the children are screaming or at least whining. So, our turn comes the duty is done then sister-in-law needs to use the john herself. I volunteer to take the kids out so the 4 year old won't touch anything (I know my hubby wouldn't let him close if he thinks he might be contaminated). The little one becomes very distraught about this and sets into a new set of "happiness". To push him out in the stroller I have to tilt it back because of the violent tantrum. While exiting the restroom I receive several understanding glances, and a few looks of "can't you control that child". I might have been pushed way over the top by all of this if I hadn't been with the hubby. As we would walk around the park or wait in line if the kids would begin to cry he would say(in a voice my typing can never do justice):
STOP CRYING, THIS IS THE HAPPIEST PLACE ON EARTH!!!!!!
If you know my dear hubby you would know why I would laugh in my wonderful cackle and had the gumption to wait in just a few more lines. Keep all this in mind the next time you plan a trip to the land of "Disney". Don't say you won't because you just never know!

P.S. If you are the type who likes the whole celebrity watching thing go when a new ride is opening. We saw a ton of the rich and famous type. See if you recognize this "Law and Order" chick with her baby. I am not talking about the little girl who thought I was taking her picture! Check out the shoes obviously the celebrities didn't have to wait in line.

Can I Borrow????

So, as I sit here looking out my front window watching the adorable little quail family cruise around I think to myself, "Am I a mean person?" I don't quite know the answer, I guess it is highly possible that I am. It is equally possible that some people are just plain rude.

BACKGROUND
I feel that the hubby and I are fairly generous people. We don't have a lot, (hubby hasn't had a job in the past 4 years, law school, and as previously mentioned I am a teacher), but we try to think of others and give when we can. So, the entire inner struggle began about a month ago. A male who happens to live in close proximity to us came by to show his new mountain bike to dear hubby. During the conversation the need for shock oil came up. My dear beloved quickly offered some of his (2 different unopened containers I might add). Both males then ventured down to the "gear room" (we have a lot of sporting gear as a result of a previous job of the hubby). The bike was oiled the spouse mentioned that one container would not be used and could be kept. The other male said great and took both. WOW!

Shortly after this visit the female also living in close proximity comes by and asks my hubby if we know anyone who has a baby carrying backpack. Now here is where it gets interesting. We have not been blessed/cursed with children. We do happen to have a very expensive (remember we are not affluent) baby backpack purchased during the time of the previous mentioned job. This backpack has been saved for 4 years hoping we might finally be able to have children and use it. My hubby knows that the other male would have seen this in the "gear room" so says that we do. The female then asks is they can use it. My hubby decides to let them take it on the day hike as it has been made to sound. He then proceeds to go and fetch it. The female says don't get it now we’ll come later. Turns out that they are going on a week trip to a very hot and sandy location. When the male came to pick it up he says, "Is this thing hard to figure out?" My hubby says in a short tone, "I don't know we haven't used it!" The male says, "Great, Thanks!" WOW! We let them take it all the while quite disturbed about the matter. Call us pushovers, but think hard about how you would really respond in an entrapment like that. So the backpack returns mostly unharmed. The hubby and I decide that we will limit our contact with this male and female and be prepared to say, "We aren't comfortable with lending that." upon future encounters. Then we try to put the issue behind us. I had even wrestled with whether or not to blog it. Then this morning happened.

CAKE TOPPER
Today I am out taking care of the flowers. While watering I’m chatting with a neighbor. The previously mentioned female comes over joining the conversation and says, “I was going to come over last night and borrow a cute shirt from you, but your car was gone.” Once again I am not prepared for the boldness. Out of surprise I say, “Which one?” She then says, “I don’t know I just wanted to look through your closet and see what I liked.” WOW, WOW, WOW! All I could think to say was, “Yeah, I wasn’t home.” Maybe I am mean and selfish for not wanting people to come and pick what they “like” from my stuff. I can live with that. I just need to work on being rude back.

I guess I should be thankful that nobody has asked, “Can I borrow your breast pump?” Oh wait, I don’t have one yet!