The header is from our Charlie Brown Thanksgiving Breakfast from last year. I’m looking forward to the second year in a row of not going anywhere and doing it our way.
Four of the Kindergarten classes will dress up as Native Americans andd the other three will dress up as Pilgrims, it says they’re going to be making their costumes. I kinda hope Jill’s class is the indians. I much prefered the feathered headress to the buckled hats when I was a kid. We kinda talked about Thanksgiving (yes I know, no I’m not going to tell her that) and how food is harvested etc. Her class is responsible for dessert. I need to think of something that’s not overly gooey and loaded with sugar.
I actually like hockey. I don’t know why, maybe it’s because blood bounces on ice. Drew and I went to a local game last night. The home team won 4-3 after a sudden death OT.
There was a cub scout troup and their parents in front of us. The parents sitting directly in front of us became the center of my imaginary world. The dad was drinking three cups of beer at a time and mom had a few herself. I imagined them going home and her whimpering and demanding to know why he drank so much. He leans forward and smirks ” It’s the only way I can handle being around you, Mid-life Crisis Barbie®!”
After last year when I started getting monthly emails about themes for every month…it just wasn’t appealing. So R.I.P what the original NaBloPoMo was and the challenge it represented for me.
I’m done and I must say I’m patting myself on the back for this one. No pattern and someone who taught herself to sew….I impress myself Oh, and it’s not crooked, her hands at her sides makes it so.
Soap box pic added to show that I wrote on my child so she would have a purple star on her cheek. Also? Check out my handy dandy shoe cover work as it rode up after running.
Oh and sans vest so you can see the poof sleeves and stuff…Can you tell that I have a sharpie of every color? pink buttons..POOF, now they’re red.
Yes, normally I would password protect this, but I want the information out there for anyone who might be looking. While the information over at Stirrup Queens (the first place I look for ANY infertily information) is very accurate and helpful, the first comment terrified me.
The actual procedure was mildly uncomfortable but no more than a pap smear. I was medicated with 10mg of Valium. The hours after, when I started cramping….that was awfully painful. I felt like I had been punched repeatedly. I couldn’t turn to my side without crying. I needed help going to the bathroom. I highly recommend you take some pain killer before the cramps start, it’s the worst part of the whole thing. Today, 24 hours later it’s still very tender to any movement but no painkiller required.
Where’d the fearless young girl who knew what she wanted and how to get it go? How do I get that courage back. I realised the other day I’d become so completely…….not me. Freaking whore-moans, I hate doctors.
This afternoon I read Drew this handy housework shortcut ” bribe your kids to do your housework for you. If your daugther is old enough, tell her you are playing princesses and she’s Cinderella. Then you can be the wicked stepmother and she’ll be mopping the floor in no time! If you have a boy and a girl try Hansel and Gretel. You have boys, have them pretend to be soldiers and you are the drill sergeant”
Without skipping a bit Jill said ” Girls can be soldiers too!”
If you remember about 50 days ago I mention I bought the material for Jill’s Halloween costume. Well here’s what my procrastination has done. I have the belt/vest thing done.
Jill has always liked books, it’s been nearly 5 years of ” Please read this one to me”. Once she got to C-A-T spells cat, she flew. Instead of telling her what that word was I’d say “I can read it, why don’t you tell me what it says?” She’d whimper and whine and stutter out the letters one by one. If it was something like firetruck, I’d cover up the truck and ask her if she knew that word -yes, fire- and then I’d cover up fire and she’d get it from there.
It’s already AUGUST! Where has the time gone? Jill starts school next Monday, I think we’re both ready. I was worried I would cry, but I’m lining up tons of stuff to do while she’s at school. Water aerobics and counseling…fun, yeah? Let’s mutter…
Drew and I are having the discussion about where we’ll live when he retires from the Army (which may be sooner than later, but we are NOT talking about that, please don’t ask). The obvious choice is Utah. It’s where family is. It’s got tons of kidcentirc activities which makes it a good place to raise children.
WHY I DON’T LIKE UTAH (you can just read the bold bits):
The Climate of Salt Lake City is widely variable. The city lies in a semi-arid region in the Salt Lake Valley, surrounded by mountains and the Great Salt Lake, and receives little precipitation. The city has four distinct seasons, with a cold, snowy winter, a hot, dry summer, and comfortable, relatively wet transition periods. The Pacific Ocean is the primary influence on the weather, contributing storms from about October to May, with spring being the wettest season. Snow falls frequently during the winter, contributed largely by the lake-effect from the Great Salt Lake. The only source of precipitation in the summer is monsoon moisture moving north from the Gulf of California. Summers are hot, frequently reaching above 100°F (38°C), while winters are cold and snowy. However, winters are warmer than one would expect at this elevation and latitude, due to the Rocky Mountains to the east and north that usually block powerful polar highs from affecting the state during the winter. Temperatures rarely fall below 0°F (-18°C), but frequently stay below freezing. Temperature inversions during winter can lead to thick overnight fog and daytime haze in the valley as cool air, moisture, and pollutants are trapped in the valley by surrounding mountains.
Salt Lake City’s average yearly temperature is 52.0 °F (11.1 °C), and the freeze-free period lasts an average of 167 days, from April 30 to October 15, although it has lasted anywhere from 124 to 236 days.[4] Freezing temperatures have occurred as early as September 13 (in 1928), and as late as May 28 (in 1954).
7, SEVEN, months of icky, disgusting, depressing SNOW. Please Enjoy the What is Christmas? song and think of me when he mentions snow.
The verse that I’m sharing a Christmas song with you in July:
And there’s one more thing that I have discovered
And I would now like you to know
The reason for Christmas I now realize Is an excuse to tolerate snow
Snow!
I don’t even like the sound of it
Anyway, where was I
Oh, yes!
After turning back for a few forgotten items we were on our way. She’s watching Bee Movie
As soon as we got there she made a sand angel
I finally talked her into the surf and she was scared of it splashing her so I’m trying to console her
Ultimately, she decided throwing rocks at the mean ol’ ocean was a much better plan
We taught her to play Uno. She won 4 hands in a row!
Daddy shuffled the beginner’s luck out of the deck
Someone brought an inflatable ….bunny rabbit
Showing off the s’more face
Playing with sparklers
We got some sage sign advice on the way home
Drove past the cheesy South of the Border
Sunburned myspace style photo
I hemmed and hawed over my ability to write such a post. What kind of post you ask? A post for a contest! Casey over at Mooshy in Indy and Sarah from Whoorl are giving away a hair make over. It’ll be posted on Hair Thursday. I shall do my best!
My hair and I have a love hate relationship. I’ve dyed it many colors of the rainbow.
I’ve tried to straighten it. I’ve tried many, many times for people to style it.
This last time I ended up with one side a lot shorter than the other.
I loved the curl and color I was rocking in this photo:
And I recently tried to give myself bangs. I look okay I guess.
Even though I keep it up in a pony tail because it’s lopsided hot.
Rules: Use the first intial of your name to answer these questions. Don’t repeat words in a different question and do not pick your own name for a girl/boy name.
1. What is your name? Holly
2. A 4 letter word. Hose (I was totally going to say hoes)
3. A vehicle: Hummer
4. A city: Holland
5. A boy’s name: Henry
6. A girl’s name: Heather
7. Alcoholic drink: Hairball
8. An occupation: housekeeper
9. Something you wear: Hot pants…definitely not something *I* would wear but the only H I could think of.
10. A celebrity: Hayley Mills
11. A food: Honey
12. Something found in a bathroom: Hand soap
13. Reason for being late: hungover ( worst excuse ever but I couldn’t think of any h reasons)
I made a dark chocolate cake…a cake that didn’t come from a box and just a smidgen of cream cheese frosting left over from when Drew made a carrot cake for my birthday.
I’m slowly coming to terms with the fact we will be in Georgia for the entirety of the summer. Not happy about it, but coming to terms. I remember how long the MEB took first time around when Drew wanted to get out. I remember how long it took to get him back in. We aren’t going anywhere any time soon.
Time can not go by fast enough for me. I really need it to be a week from today, please.
I love to laugh. I'm 25.I’ve had/am going to therapy. I’m addicted. I'm infertile. I’ve lost someone I love.I continually babble and use this blog as a place to share my life, musings, and things other people have done.
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Oh, and it’s not crooked, her hands at her sides makes it so.
