1. What time did you get up this morning? 8:57 a.m.
2. Diamonds or pearls? Diamonds
3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema? Not Sure, it’s been forever.
4. What is your favorite TV show? King of Queens
5. Favorite movie? Sleepless in Seattle (my mom and I used to quote it to each other)
6. Favorite book? Here’s where I should get all spiritual and say the Bible, right?
7. What do you usually have for Breakfast? Coffee
8. What is your middle name? Renee
9. What food do you dislike? There are quite a few of them. Most veggies, Fish,…
10. What is your favorite CD at the moment? We’ve been playing the ipod lately, mostly songs for the Girl, she LOVES music.
11. What kind of car do you drive? Chrysler Pacifica or a Nissan Sentra… depends on where I am going. Gotta keep the gas consumption down!
12. Favorite sandwich? One made w/ leftover turkey from Thanksgiving!
13. What characteristic do you despise? Liars, snobs, conceitedness, selfish
14. Favorite item of clothing? My pj’s!
15. If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would you go? Alaska
16. What is your favorite way to pass the time of day? Scrapbook
17. Where would you retire to? heaven
18. What was your most memorable birthday? The year I got a pink and grey 10 speed. 19. Furthest place you are sending this? As far as my Blog will reach…
20. Person you expect to send it back first? I have no idea
21. When is your birthday? May 8
22. Morning person or a night person? Definitely Night!
23. What is your shoe size? 10 .
24. Pets? 2, dogs and a few fish in a GIANT tank!
25. Anything exciting to share? I get to see the family that I used to nanny for later today!
26. What did you want to be when you were little? An airline pilot
27. How are you today? Ok.
28. What is your favorite flower? Gerber daisies
29. What is a day on the calendar you are looking forward to? September 11, we leave for our 9 day much needed vacation!!!
30. What are you listening to right now? The hum of the computer and the occasional squeak from The Girl as she plays downstairs with her Daddy.
31. What was the last thing you ate? Chocolate Ice cream
32. Do you wish on stars? Nah.
33. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Blue or Orange
34. How is the weather right now? YUCKY! Its HOT AND HUMID!.
35. Last person you spoke to on the phone? C, yesterday.
36. What is your favorite soft drink? Rootbeer or GingerAle
37. Favorite restaurant? A good Steakhouse
38. Hair color? Brown
39. What was your favorite toy as a child? My rollerskates or my bike.
40. Summer or winter? Winter
41. Chocolate or Vanilla? Chocolate
42. Do you want your friends to email you back? Sure
43. When was the last time you cried? Last Friday.
44. What is under your bed? Out of season clothes
45. What did you do last night? Stayed home and played with The Girl and C
46. Are you afraid of Death? Not really, I just don’t want to suffer.
47. Salty or sweet? Sweet
48. How many keys on your key ring? 3
49. How many years at your current job? I’ve been a wife for 11 ½ years and a mom for 1 year and 1 week!
50. Favorite day of the week? Saturday
51. Do you make friends easily? Nope
52. How many people will you send this to? Well, technically everyone that reads my blog… you?
53. How many will respond? Depends on how bored they are, but NOT Becky, since I got all this from HER blog! :)
54. Do you like finding out all this stuff about your friends? Yes
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Friday, August 29, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
How about a birthday party rundown?
Good. 'Cuz you are getting one! ;)
I invited all of our friends that I could think to invite and I'm sure I still left some people out. SO SORRY! I then stressed b/c I didn't know just how many would actually come. I mean I STRESSED! My face broke out like I was 15 yrs old again! Seriously it made me stress out more. Why does it do that??? I'm already stressed, why break out and make me stress about THAT!?!?! GRRRRRR!!! Enough about that... let's get to the party!
Friday, my aunt and uncle from Austin drove up. We did a little shopping and a lot of eating. Saturday, my aunt from FL flew in. We were getting things together when at noon the doorbell rang. At first I panicked thinking someone was early, the party wasn't scheduled until 3pm. But it was MY DAD!!! HOLY COW!!! He surprised us all. No one knew he was coming. He flew here from NY on Friday just for the party! It was a short visit he was flying out again VERY early on Sunday morning, but he came and that was super nice of him to make that effort. Three O'clock arrived and OH MY! my house started to fill up really fast! For me, the party was a whirlwind. There were so many people there (46 that I counted) and I was trying to make sure my dad was taken care of, trying to make sure we didn't run low on food or drink, and keep an eye on The Girl. Eventually we opened gifts and had cupcakes*. Next thing I knew the house was empty and we were cleaning up! I've created a slide show of pictures for you.
I didn't get emotional, I was too busy to get emotional. :D I can't believe it has been a year already, I'm loving every day that she learns a little more. She gets more fun and her own little personality is showing more and more. She's gonna be a firecracker I can tell you that right now! :D Anyway, if I think of anything more... I'll add it later!
*Originally I wanted a rubber duckie themed party, but as I shopped I noticed that everything that I picked up was blue, white, and/or yellow... it started to look like I was having a baby shower for a little boy. I changed course, and went with a pink and green color scheme, but I'd already ordered the cupcakes with the blue icing (to look like water) and the ducks were already bought so.... there ya have it!
Let me just say that I'm really in the move to clean and organize. PHEW! I feel better. Just had to get that off my chest!
I invited all of our friends that I could think to invite and I'm sure I still left some people out. SO SORRY! I then stressed b/c I didn't know just how many would actually come. I mean I STRESSED! My face broke out like I was 15 yrs old again! Seriously it made me stress out more. Why does it do that??? I'm already stressed, why break out and make me stress about THAT!?!?! GRRRRRR!!! Enough about that... let's get to the party!
Friday, my aunt and uncle from Austin drove up. We did a little shopping and a lot of eating. Saturday, my aunt from FL flew in. We were getting things together when at noon the doorbell rang. At first I panicked thinking someone was early, the party wasn't scheduled until 3pm. But it was MY DAD!!! HOLY COW!!! He surprised us all. No one knew he was coming. He flew here from NY on Friday just for the party! It was a short visit he was flying out again VERY early on Sunday morning, but he came and that was super nice of him to make that effort. Three O'clock arrived and OH MY! my house started to fill up really fast! For me, the party was a whirlwind. There were so many people there (46 that I counted) and I was trying to make sure my dad was taken care of, trying to make sure we didn't run low on food or drink, and keep an eye on The Girl. Eventually we opened gifts and had cupcakes*. Next thing I knew the house was empty and we were cleaning up! I've created a slide show of pictures for you.
I didn't get emotional, I was too busy to get emotional. :D I can't believe it has been a year already, I'm loving every day that she learns a little more. She gets more fun and her own little personality is showing more and more. She's gonna be a firecracker I can tell you that right now! :D Anyway, if I think of anything more... I'll add it later!
*Originally I wanted a rubber duckie themed party, but as I shopped I noticed that everything that I picked up was blue, white, and/or yellow... it started to look like I was having a baby shower for a little boy. I changed course, and went with a pink and green color scheme, but I'd already ordered the cupcakes with the blue icing (to look like water) and the ducks were already bought so.... there ya have it!
Let me just say that I'm really in the move to clean and organize. PHEW! I feel better. Just had to get that off my chest!
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Thursday, August 07, 2008
It's about the pillow.
C and The Girl spend most of their time together in the evenings. The Girl is on our schedule, and for now it is what works for us. From the beginning, C has been the one that gives The Girl her bedtime bottle and put her in her crib. Occasionally the little green eyed monster in me would rise up, but for the most part I LOVE that they have that time together. If I am honest with myself (and you guys), part of the reason why I love it is because it gives me free time to do whatever I want or what needs to be done, and partly because I treasure the bond that they have formed; and truly, nothing can make you fall in love with your spouse more than to watch them cuddle up with your child.
The past few nights, The Girl has been off even our schedule. We've caved and let her sleep in our bed a few times. (For the record, this started when we went away in May and there was no where else to put her but in bed with me!) Yesterday morning and this morning she has not really woken up, but has been having restless sleep. I went in yesterday and gave her a bottle and she went right back out. Then around noon she started again and I figured she was ready to get up. I went in and hugged her and stuff and she just wound up cuddling up and went back to sleep. I stayed in there for a few minutes even though I wanted to get back to a project that I was working on, but I figured in the future these moments will be few and far between so I wanted to enjoy the 'right now' of it.
This morning was more of the same. About the time that C left for work, she settled down and was asleep. So I took my coffee into the office to catch up on what is happening in life via the computer. About the time I got very caught up in an highly interesting blog, she started fussing again. I already had a bottle ready from earlier, so I went in and we got cuddled up. The Girl still seemed sleepy, yet she would open her eyes occasionally, so I wasn't sure if this was 'up' or not. When she finished her bottle, she rolled right into me, so I knew this was not 'up'; I felt her body go limp with sleep in seconds. Again, I decided to cherish the moment and stayed with her for a few extra minutes.
As I was laying there, emotions started to flood me. The awe that she is indeed flesh of my flesh. Quite honestly, that right there never ceases to amaze me. Sometimes it even takes my breath away. I'm not saying that this is a dream come true, we all know how I felt about not being a parent before, but since she is here, she is a dream and I do cherish her and love her.
Of course I thought of C and how our lives and our life together has changed ran through my head. For the better? I don't know yet; but definitely not for the worse.
Then of course I thought of my mom. I wondered how she would feel having her only daughter have this miracle and here we are 1600 miles apart. I imagined the phone calls and visits. I envisioned that she would even move here and then realized the trouble that would stir up with my brother. Why would she move 1600 miles away from 2 grandkids just to be closer to another. The answer? Simply because of me. And the relationship that she and I shared prior to her death. This may be morbid to some, and yet others will fully understand. The pillow that I sleep with every night was my moms. You have to understand though, it seems that the women in my family have 'a thing' for 'their' pillow. I have always tried to bring mine when I travel, if I can't stuff it in my suitcase, I have been known to carry it on the plane with me. (Of course I bring an extra pillow case or two b/c of all the unknowns that it will come in contact with.) I have an aunt that will tell you she drives everywhere so that she can have her 'stuff' and 'pillow' where ever she goes. My mom ALWAYS took her pillow with her when she travelled. We just have 'a thing' for our own particular pillow. I traded pillows when my mom died. I took hers. I HAD TO HAVE it. I can't explain it. I'm not even going to try. And yes, it is the pillow that her head was on when she died. (I know I haven't blogged that story, but its coming.) There is something about her pillow that sometimes just gets me through the night. So back to this morning, The Girl is snuggled up to me and I'm having these overwhelming thoughts and emotions and I look down and she and I are both on moms pillow. As I eased myself away from her, she kept cuddling more into me (which just makes it harder to leave both physically and emotionally), I adjusted moms pillow under her to keep her snuggled.
[now is when we all go running for the box of tissues.]
Then hit me, even though she isn't physically with us, she is with us. In everything that I do, in who I am, in what I believe, in the simple things, in the decor of my home, in the songs that I sing. I keep my flour in the freezer because she did. Don't ask me why, I don't know the why behind it. It is because of her influence on me that I enjoy old movies and musicals. My mom is the reason that I make the best cheesecake (or so I've been told anyway. I wouldn't know b/c I don't like cheesecake.) Even beyond the grave she can cuddle her miracle granddaughter. Her touch reaches beyond mortality.
There is a lamp that we keep in The Girls room. It was given to me by my mom. It is one of those lamps that has a nightlight in the base. The base of this lamp is modeled after a cottage in a Thomas Kinkade painting. She had an identical one that now shines brightly in the night at her sister's house. Every night my mom would say: Is Thomas on? 'Thomas' is the lamp. Every night, we go into The Girl's room, and say Thomas is on. One of these days, I'm waiting for The Girl to ask why we say that and I can't wait to tell her all about her Grandma Linda.
The past few nights, The Girl has been off even our schedule. We've caved and let her sleep in our bed a few times. (For the record, this started when we went away in May and there was no where else to put her but in bed with me!) Yesterday morning and this morning she has not really woken up, but has been having restless sleep. I went in yesterday and gave her a bottle and she went right back out. Then around noon she started again and I figured she was ready to get up. I went in and hugged her and stuff and she just wound up cuddling up and went back to sleep. I stayed in there for a few minutes even though I wanted to get back to a project that I was working on, but I figured in the future these moments will be few and far between so I wanted to enjoy the 'right now' of it.
This morning was more of the same. About the time that C left for work, she settled down and was asleep. So I took my coffee into the office to catch up on what is happening in life via the computer. About the time I got very caught up in an highly interesting blog, she started fussing again. I already had a bottle ready from earlier, so I went in and we got cuddled up. The Girl still seemed sleepy, yet she would open her eyes occasionally, so I wasn't sure if this was 'up' or not. When she finished her bottle, she rolled right into me, so I knew this was not 'up'; I felt her body go limp with sleep in seconds. Again, I decided to cherish the moment and stayed with her for a few extra minutes.
As I was laying there, emotions started to flood me. The awe that she is indeed flesh of my flesh. Quite honestly, that right there never ceases to amaze me. Sometimes it even takes my breath away. I'm not saying that this is a dream come true, we all know how I felt about not being a parent before, but since she is here, she is a dream and I do cherish her and love her.
Of course I thought of C and how our lives and our life together has changed ran through my head. For the better? I don't know yet; but definitely not for the worse.
Then of course I thought of my mom. I wondered how she would feel having her only daughter have this miracle and here we are 1600 miles apart. I imagined the phone calls and visits. I envisioned that she would even move here and then realized the trouble that would stir up with my brother. Why would she move 1600 miles away from 2 grandkids just to be closer to another. The answer? Simply because of me. And the relationship that she and I shared prior to her death. This may be morbid to some, and yet others will fully understand. The pillow that I sleep with every night was my moms. You have to understand though, it seems that the women in my family have 'a thing' for 'their' pillow. I have always tried to bring mine when I travel, if I can't stuff it in my suitcase, I have been known to carry it on the plane with me. (Of course I bring an extra pillow case or two b/c of all the unknowns that it will come in contact with.) I have an aunt that will tell you she drives everywhere so that she can have her 'stuff' and 'pillow' where ever she goes. My mom ALWAYS took her pillow with her when she travelled. We just have 'a thing' for our own particular pillow. I traded pillows when my mom died. I took hers. I HAD TO HAVE it. I can't explain it. I'm not even going to try. And yes, it is the pillow that her head was on when she died. (I know I haven't blogged that story, but its coming.) There is something about her pillow that sometimes just gets me through the night. So back to this morning, The Girl is snuggled up to me and I'm having these overwhelming thoughts and emotions and I look down and she and I are both on moms pillow. As I eased myself away from her, she kept cuddling more into me (which just makes it harder to leave both physically and emotionally), I adjusted moms pillow under her to keep her snuggled.
[now is when we all go running for the box of tissues.]
Then hit me, even though she isn't physically with us, she is with us. In everything that I do, in who I am, in what I believe, in the simple things, in the decor of my home, in the songs that I sing. I keep my flour in the freezer because she did. Don't ask me why, I don't know the why behind it. It is because of her influence on me that I enjoy old movies and musicals. My mom is the reason that I make the best cheesecake (or so I've been told anyway. I wouldn't know b/c I don't like cheesecake.) Even beyond the grave she can cuddle her miracle granddaughter. Her touch reaches beyond mortality.
There is a lamp that we keep in The Girls room. It was given to me by my mom. It is one of those lamps that has a nightlight in the base. The base of this lamp is modeled after a cottage in a Thomas Kinkade painting. She had an identical one that now shines brightly in the night at her sister's house. Every night my mom would say: Is Thomas on? 'Thomas' is the lamp. Every night, we go into The Girl's room, and say Thomas is on. One of these days, I'm waiting for The Girl to ask why we say that and I can't wait to tell her all about her Grandma Linda.
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