Home Sweet Home
GOD!!!!
after an 8 ba-gillion hour long ride, we are FINALLY home.
Home Sweet Home.
There are about 45 things I need to do, including sending out CHRISTMAS CARDS! We left our memory card with our pics at home. Yeeeh me.
Should we even bother at this point? ugh.
Next Christmas we are heading to Florida. No more Maine. Anyone else who wants to come is more than welcome.
Sunshine and sandy beaches is what I want Santa.
and maybe a BMW.
That is one of the few thing my husband and I agree on. BMW's.
Every time we see one driving on the highway or parked in a parking lot, we melt, and drool a bit.
It's something we both want.
Someday we'll never have that.
It's nice to sleep in our bed. There is nothing like your bed. It's sinks in where only your fanny is located. Your pillows are just right, and your blankets keep you at the perfect temperature. ahhhh
Well, that's all.
after an 8 ba-gillion hour long ride, we are FINALLY home.
Home Sweet Home.
There are about 45 things I need to do, including sending out CHRISTMAS CARDS! We left our memory card with our pics at home. Yeeeh me.
Should we even bother at this point? ugh.
Next Christmas we are heading to Florida. No more Maine. Anyone else who wants to come is more than welcome.
Sunshine and sandy beaches is what I want Santa.
and maybe a BMW.
That is one of the few thing my husband and I agree on. BMW's.
Every time we see one driving on the highway or parked in a parking lot, we melt, and drool a bit.
It's something we both want.
Someday we'll never have that.
It's nice to sleep in our bed. There is nothing like your bed. It's sinks in where only your fanny is located. Your pillows are just right, and your blankets keep you at the perfect temperature. ahhhh
Well, that's all.
Winter Wonderland?
It's a mess outside.
It's like a giant baby threw up milk vomit outside.
Not only is their 400 feet of snow, it's windy.
Like, Tornado, windy.
I am unsure of how I feel
This is the point of this blog right, to vent and express my feelings.
I don't know how I feel about this.
Before I was secure in my snowhating......now I am kinda giddy that we may go sleding.
But for now, we are stuck.....
inside.......
TOGETHER!......
.....
Where is Sarah?
She was awake and left to go potty and never came back.
Maybe she got sucked out a vent somewhere out into the vomit.
Does anyone feel this awkwardness?
Happy.... or ......Blubbering mess of anxiety?
I will post pics.
It's like a giant baby threw up milk vomit outside.
Not only is their 400 feet of snow, it's windy.
Like, Tornado, windy.
I am unsure of how I feel
This is the point of this blog right, to vent and express my feelings.
I don't know how I feel about this.
Before I was secure in my snowhating......now I am kinda giddy that we may go sleding.
But for now, we are stuck.....
inside.......
TOGETHER!......
.....
Where is Sarah?
She was awake and left to go potty and never came back.
Maybe she got sucked out a vent somewhere out into the vomit.
Does anyone feel this awkwardness?
Happy.... or ......Blubbering mess of anxiety?
I will post pics.
Curve of Learning
This last weeks has been an..........um...emotional ride.
My parents and I have always butted heads. Only when I was a little 'bowl' haircutted little "boy," did my parents and I get along. Especially my mother and I.
These past days I have learned so much. Life is a constant learning experience.
I don't want to hit anyone. Especially my mom.
Working on yourself is hard, I think that is why you need someone to help you point out the areas you may struggle with. You can't tell yourself that you are being a jerk, when YOU are determining that. You aren't going to tell yourself you are wrong. Everyone thinks they are right.
Their is no progress.
That's why we fight, because we think we are right and the other person is wrong.
My problem is getting people to understand why I do things. Justify why I do things, but why do I care? I can't pry myself into their brains and change the way that they think, or want to. I think in our case we struggle to find a common ground. Accept each other. Nobody is perfect.
My parents and I are complete opposites. Are we?
It's amazing how much it may seem like we are different, but when stripped to the basics, we are the same.
It's those little layers that get in the way of our true core beliefs.
My mother is always wanting peace and happiness, she struggle and strives to make this happen.
I admire her for that.
In turn, she wants to be happy too.
I believe that happiness comes from the inside. You don't have to rely on others to make you happy. If you did, you never would be. My husband says it's like a pebble hitting the water. You drop a pebble in the water and ripples will flow all around it. If you are happy, truly happy, the effects will seep out onto others.
Maybe it will and maybe it won't.
All you can control is yourself.
For me, happiness is God.
Even if you do not believe in a certain religion you still have love. I believe God/Love is in all of us, no matter what your religion, background, gender, sexual preference, race or disability. You can have love even if you are not religious.
We always bicker.
It's the, trying to be nice while I point out all your flaws bicker.
After a few awkward days of this, I decided to sit my family down and have a "talk." Let's get whatever it is out. No more faking.
You can only move forward after that right?! Honesty is the best medicine and if you don't open that pill bottle you will never get relief.
The bottle opened.
The medicine spilled all over the floor and nobody was willing to pick it up.
Eventually my darling husband took over.
My husband.
A man of words and a pure heart, a guider.
Exactly what we needed. Guidance.My husband reminded us, it's how we 'react' to things that determine who we are. Someone may throw a ball at you, but its your choice to either, throw the ball back and hit them in the head with it, or catch the ball and put it down.
You can only control yourself, not other. If that person chooses to hit you in the head, it's how you react to it, that determines who you are.I don't want to hit anyone. Especially my mom.
Working on yourself is hard, I think that is why you need someone to help you point out the areas you may struggle with. You can't tell yourself that you are being a jerk, when YOU are determining that. You aren't going to tell yourself you are wrong. Everyone thinks they are right.
Their is no progress.
That's why we fight, because we think we are right and the other person is wrong.
My problem is getting people to understand why I do things. Justify why I do things, but why do I care? I can't pry myself into their brains and change the way that they think, or want to. I think in our case we struggle to find a common ground. Accept each other. Nobody is perfect.
My parents and I are complete opposites. Are we?
It's amazing how much it may seem like we are different, but when stripped to the basics, we are the same.
It's those little layers that get in the way of our true core beliefs.
My mother is always wanting peace and happiness, she struggle and strives to make this happen.
I admire her for that.
In turn, she wants to be happy too.
I believe that happiness comes from the inside. You don't have to rely on others to make you happy. If you did, you never would be. My husband says it's like a pebble hitting the water. You drop a pebble in the water and ripples will flow all around it. If you are happy, truly happy, the effects will seep out onto others.
Maybe it will and maybe it won't.
All you can control is yourself.
For me, happiness is God.
Love is God flowing through you to others, you are just a vessel.
Even if you do not believe in a certain religion you still have love. I believe God/Love is in all of us, no matter what your religion, background, gender, sexual preference, race or disability. You can have love even if you are not religious.So the core of us all is love.
I love my family.
I feel like a damn hippy.
PEACE.
It's an impossible goal to expect all the time.
PEACE.
Peace within myself, that is my goal, my struggle.
"Judy"
"Judy" is my friend.
In cheesy, grammer school terminology she is
My Best Friend.
Right now, my best friend is carrying around these heavy 'chains' of problems that her emotionally unstable, vindictive, cruel, ex-husband, keeps loading on her back.
He should be a professional Limbo Player, just when you think he can't get any lower, he does.
"How low CAN he go?"
From an outsider and her B.F.F., I am seeing these 'chains' around her neck weighing her down. I want so desperately to cut her free of them, carry these chains on my back. But I can't.
For most people, including myself, I would have fallen from the weight of it.
But she hasn't.
This blog is about her.
With all of these chains that are difficult to live with, she does, and continues to do so, with a positive and optimistic view.
But, I can see that she is struggling towards a door.
This door is leading to a future.
A future without him. A future she wants so bad.
He keeps piling on more weight, more chains, more drama. Making it harder for her to reach it.
She will.
She already is.
I used to be so angry.
Now, I am grateful. Someone like that who had a beautiful life and throws it away so easily will never live life.
They will never be happy.
You can not have a life you had, beautiful kids, and throw it away for something...... better?
My friend, you will never find something better. You'll find something temporary.
She deserves and will get someone better.
The grass isn't always greener.
Weeds will start to over-run that nice "green" grass of yours.
Their won't be enough chemicals or fertilizer to fix it.
You're "green" grass will turn brown and you'll be stuck with an ugly yard called your life.
The weeds are already growing.
Maybe I am still bitter.
For a while, Judy was still worrying about his health. Even when he had said so many hurtful things to her. She genuinely cared about him being okay, even considered helping him. He has problems.
I couldn't believe it.
She explained to me that he is still a human, a human being who needs help.
That is the kind of person she is.
Compassionate and Caring, even to those who are not.
I felt like an ass.
What a world we would live in if their weren't people like Judy.
I learned a lesson on humanity. On what kind of person I want to be.
Judy is an amazing person.
I have learned so much in the years of our friendship.
I aspire to be like her.
My best friend. :)
In cheesy, grammer school terminology she is
My Best Friend.
Right now, my best friend is carrying around these heavy 'chains' of problems that her emotionally unstable, vindictive, cruel, ex-husband, keeps loading on her back.
He should be a professional Limbo Player, just when you think he can't get any lower, he does.
"How low CAN he go?"
From an outsider and her B.F.F., I am seeing these 'chains' around her neck weighing her down. I want so desperately to cut her free of them, carry these chains on my back. But I can't.
For most people, including myself, I would have fallen from the weight of it.
But she hasn't.
This blog is about her.
With all of these chains that are difficult to live with, she does, and continues to do so, with a positive and optimistic view.
But, I can see that she is struggling towards a door.
This door is leading to a future.
A future without him. A future she wants so bad.
He keeps piling on more weight, more chains, more drama. Making it harder for her to reach it.
She will.
She already is.
I used to be so angry.
Now, I am grateful. Someone like that who had a beautiful life and throws it away so easily will never live life.
They will never be happy.
You can not have a life you had, beautiful kids, and throw it away for something...... better?
My friend, you will never find something better. You'll find something temporary.
She deserves and will get someone better.
The grass isn't always greener.
Weeds will start to over-run that nice "green" grass of yours.
Their won't be enough chemicals or fertilizer to fix it.
You're "green" grass will turn brown and you'll be stuck with an ugly yard called your life.
The weeds are already growing.
Maybe I am still bitter.
For a while, Judy was still worrying about his health. Even when he had said so many hurtful things to her. She genuinely cared about him being okay, even considered helping him. He has problems.
I couldn't believe it.
She explained to me that he is still a human, a human being who needs help.
That is the kind of person she is.
Compassionate and Caring, even to those who are not.
I felt like an ass.
What a world we would live in if their weren't people like Judy.
I learned a lesson on humanity. On what kind of person I want to be.
Judy is an amazing person.
I have learned so much in the years of our friendship.
I aspire to be like her.
My best friend. :)
Vacation
We leave for Maine tomorrow.
WOo
Packing and prepping sucks.
Trying to keep the house clean, is an on-going battle with the kids.
BUT, we are almost done and I am super pumped.
Yesterday, we were invited to go to the Tiny Tea Tots room for her classmate Natalia's 5th birthday. This place was BY FAR the girly-est place I have ever seen.
When they first got there, the girls decorated their own picture frame with sparkly glue and gems. Then they go into this special private Princess Room that has two castle's, an elaborate tea party table, castle doll house, vanities, princess books, Royal throne, and cute accessories that surround the room.
EVERYTHING was PRINCESS.
The girls each got to pick out their own Princess dress, crown and jewelry. Then each took turns getting their nails painted and makeup on.
They announced the birthday girl and walked her down her red carpet to sit on the royal throne. After her, they announced each girl "introducing princess blah blah" and we all clapped, Sarah was eating it up.
IT crossed the line of cuteness.
The tea party was set, they drank their pink lemonade and ate their finger sandwiches. Decorated cupcakes and went on their merry way. It was a blast.
These girls were LOVING IT!
I was jealous.
Sarah came home full of sugar and glitter.
Later that night we went to the "Lights in the Park", it's a drive-thru look through Washington Park. They set up tons of light up Reindeer and Santa's and an assortment of different animated light thingys. Even Noah was excited. It's one of my favorite traditions.
Now, I am stressed because we have so much to do and so little time left.
Oh well, at least it was worth it.
WOo
Packing and prepping sucks.
Trying to keep the house clean, is an on-going battle with the kids.
BUT, we are almost done and I am super pumped.
Yesterday, we were invited to go to the Tiny Tea Tots room for her classmate Natalia's 5th birthday. This place was BY FAR the girly-est place I have ever seen.
When they first got there, the girls decorated their own picture frame with sparkly glue and gems. Then they go into this special private Princess Room that has two castle's, an elaborate tea party table, castle doll house, vanities, princess books, Royal throne, and cute accessories that surround the room.
EVERYTHING was PRINCESS.
The girls each got to pick out their own Princess dress, crown and jewelry. Then each took turns getting their nails painted and makeup on.
They announced the birthday girl and walked her down her red carpet to sit on the royal throne. After her, they announced each girl "introducing princess blah blah" and we all clapped, Sarah was eating it up.
IT crossed the line of cuteness.
The tea party was set, they drank their pink lemonade and ate their finger sandwiches. Decorated cupcakes and went on their merry way. It was a blast.
These girls were LOVING IT!
I was jealous.
Sarah came home full of sugar and glitter.
Later that night we went to the "Lights in the Park", it's a drive-thru look through Washington Park. They set up tons of light up Reindeer and Santa's and an assortment of different animated light thingys. Even Noah was excited. It's one of my favorite traditions.
Now, I am stressed because we have so much to do and so little time left.
Oh well, at least it was worth it.
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