I've been MIA for a while. No internet, because well... NO FREAKIN LAPTOP!!!! It had to go in for a new hard drive. Thank goodness for Photobucket, or else all my photos would be lost.
Anyway. I'm back. Expect pictures! :)
24 July 2008
17 May 2008
Hijacking the Blog Again...
Again, I'm feeling the need to talk about Jenn sans the Barrelfull of Monkeys.
I'm not sure what's up with me, tonight. I'm feeling really weepy, whiny, and needy. I think that part of being an only child is being a little self centered. Not that I was spoiled. At least not by material things, because my parents didn't have the money to spoil me. LOL But, being an only child, I was the center of attention.
Sometimes, when I don't get it, I get pretty melancholy. I want to be popular. I want everyone to like me. This is all pretty self-centered. I should really focus on those I love. Focus on THEIR needs. Not like mine aren't important, because they are. I know I've heard someone say something to the effect of, "The more you try to focus on what is going to make you happy, the more depressed you're gonna get." Something about staying busy caring for others, and you won't have time to be depressed. I probably have it all wrong.
I think part of tonight's ordeal is that I'm severely sleep deprived this week. I've had nasty insomnia. I have no trouble dozing off when I shouldn't (right before I head to work... Watching the little ones...), but when it's time for me to lie down, my brain has been working overtime.
I mean, it is 4:30 in the morning. And I'm up. I have not been to bed the past three nights (days?) until 5am. Then, like clockwork, I wake up at 6am. Then, I wake up around 8. Then finally the last wake up is around noonish, when the munchkins get up. Sleep deprivation is a funny thing. I get moody. I'm sluggish. I don't wanna exercise (yeah, don't go looking at my other blog right now). All sorts of stuff that isn't good for me or pleasant for my family.
I miss time with my husband right now. More than just snuggling. I want some good ol' alone time. I want us to go have a beer together at some quiet little bar. Just talk and have a good time. No worries about the job or the kids. Just for one night. I want one of those a couple times a month.
Now that Allison's getting older, this is actually quite possible. I'm willing to give up some costly expense to pay her and go out. NO PROBLEMO. Heck, we can eat beans and rice 4 days a week to get this done, and I'd be good. Stinky. But good. Okay, bad joke. I haven't had a good night's sleep in a really long time.
I'm not sure what's up with me, tonight. I'm feeling really weepy, whiny, and needy. I think that part of being an only child is being a little self centered. Not that I was spoiled. At least not by material things, because my parents didn't have the money to spoil me. LOL But, being an only child, I was the center of attention.
Sometimes, when I don't get it, I get pretty melancholy. I want to be popular. I want everyone to like me. This is all pretty self-centered. I should really focus on those I love. Focus on THEIR needs. Not like mine aren't important, because they are. I know I've heard someone say something to the effect of, "The more you try to focus on what is going to make you happy, the more depressed you're gonna get." Something about staying busy caring for others, and you won't have time to be depressed. I probably have it all wrong.
I think part of tonight's ordeal is that I'm severely sleep deprived this week. I've had nasty insomnia. I have no trouble dozing off when I shouldn't (right before I head to work... Watching the little ones...), but when it's time for me to lie down, my brain has been working overtime.
I mean, it is 4:30 in the morning. And I'm up. I have not been to bed the past three nights (days?) until 5am. Then, like clockwork, I wake up at 6am. Then, I wake up around 8. Then finally the last wake up is around noonish, when the munchkins get up. Sleep deprivation is a funny thing. I get moody. I'm sluggish. I don't wanna exercise (yeah, don't go looking at my other blog right now). All sorts of stuff that isn't good for me or pleasant for my family.
I miss time with my husband right now. More than just snuggling. I want some good ol' alone time. I want us to go have a beer together at some quiet little bar. Just talk and have a good time. No worries about the job or the kids. Just for one night. I want one of those a couple times a month.
Now that Allison's getting older, this is actually quite possible. I'm willing to give up some costly expense to pay her and go out. NO PROBLEMO. Heck, we can eat beans and rice 4 days a week to get this done, and I'd be good. Stinky. But good. Okay, bad joke. I haven't had a good night's sleep in a really long time.
02 May 2008
Good Times at the Park...
So, we went to the park yesterday... Jennifer did about 3 miles! YAY JENNIFER! Most of it was walking, but anyway...
This is them in their stroller... I don't know how to explain this expression. I just don't. But it's cute anyway.
CHEEEEEESE!
If you look closely at the picture, you'll see someone wrote "white" on the bench... Very appropriate, since it's right beside the head of my VERY causasian boy... ROFL!
Miss Anna Vista in all her glory!
...and we wuz swangin'...
My mountain girl!
This is them in their stroller... I don't know how to explain this expression. I just don't. But it's cute anyway.
CHEEEEEESE!
If you look closely at the picture, you'll see someone wrote "white" on the bench... Very appropriate, since it's right beside the head of my VERY causasian boy... ROFL!
Miss Anna Vista in all her glory!
...and we wuz swangin'...
My mountain girl!
How Could I Forget!?!?
How could I forget??? I never posted the pictures from Allison's Spring Social. How is she this big? How is she this old?
She looks so grown up! By the way, she was actually sick, but wouldn't let me know. This is the kid that never gets sick. And she doesn't try to pretend she's sick to miss school (unlike her mother 20 years ago). So, when she came to me that morning and mentioned she didn't feel well, I immediately told her she could stay home. I think she then remembered the dance, and trudged through it. I realized later that she had a minor stomach bug, because she got physically ill that morning, AND at school. Goodness. She also didn't want to miss out on her sleepover that night. (I have more pictures, but don't feel comfortable posting other people's kids in pictures unless I have their parents' permission.)
She looks so grown up! By the way, she was actually sick, but wouldn't let me know. This is the kid that never gets sick. And she doesn't try to pretend she's sick to miss school (unlike her mother 20 years ago). So, when she came to me that morning and mentioned she didn't feel well, I immediately told her she could stay home. I think she then remembered the dance, and trudged through it. I realized later that she had a minor stomach bug, because she got physically ill that morning, AND at school. Goodness. She also didn't want to miss out on her sleepover that night. (I have more pictures, but don't feel comfortable posting other people's kids in pictures unless I have their parents' permission.)
30 April 2008
Too Much Backyardigans...
It is official. The two little ones have watched The Backyardigans Super Secret Super Spy WAY TOO MUCH.
Last night we overheard Anna asking Ezra if he would be her evil henchman. *snort*
Ezra, Oh Ezra!
We officially have our first black eye! Is it wrong that I'd love to find a good photographer to get some great pictures of his shiner?
Story - He was in bed with us the other night, and while he usually sleep between Hank and I, that night he was on the outside. He fell. He cried, so I picked him up and loved on him. I comforted him until he fell back asleep. This whole process was less than five minutes long. I had NO IDEA he'd hurt himself, I thought he was simply scared and had the breath knocked out of him.
The next morning, he came out, and *GASP*... WHAT IN THE WORLD HAPPENED? Of course, it took me about a second to remember. Poor guy. It hasn't slowed him down ONE BIT.
Know how I know it hasn't slowed him down? Look at these two photos. Yeah. MORE injuries. My poor kid. He was playing on Devon's top bunk while Hank was playing the guitar. I think Anna turned the ceiling fan on, and then Ezra stood up and *FWACK* right on the forehead.
Story - He was in bed with us the other night, and while he usually sleep between Hank and I, that night he was on the outside. He fell. He cried, so I picked him up and loved on him. I comforted him until he fell back asleep. This whole process was less than five minutes long. I had NO IDEA he'd hurt himself, I thought he was simply scared and had the breath knocked out of him.
The next morning, he came out, and *GASP*... WHAT IN THE WORLD HAPPENED? Of course, it took me about a second to remember. Poor guy. It hasn't slowed him down ONE BIT.
Know how I know it hasn't slowed him down? Look at these two photos. Yeah. MORE injuries. My poor kid. He was playing on Devon's top bunk while Hank was playing the guitar. I think Anna turned the ceiling fan on, and then Ezra stood up and *FWACK* right on the forehead.
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