Friday Confessional

preschool
Yesterday, I learned that Ellie's preschool has a Christmas program.  I am silly with excitement and can't wait to go.  A few days ago, she was singing a Christmas song that I had no idea she had heard before, let alone knew all the words to.  I can only imagine what it will sound like with 15 other three and four year olds.

basketball
The middle school I teach at is bringing back the faculty versus student basketball game.  And because I once had skills, twelve years ago, I agreed to play.  And January 12th is the day--today after school I'm joining the gym.  Because I will literally die if I don't condition beforehand.  This could get ugly.  I'll keep you posted.

text
On my way home from work yesterday, this is the text I received from Chris, "I just ate five mini Three Musketeers and have the desire to tell you I love you."  Funny guy, that one.

an ear infection
It's been a long eight days of battling an eight month old with an ear infection.  And lots of late nights sitting up in bed while she sleeps on my chest.  While I don't want her to be sick or feel bad, I secretly loved that she would let me hold her and just sleep.  My children don't sleep well being held--once they hit six months, they'd rather be in their own beds than snuggled with Mommy (they get that from me, I need my space when I sleep also).  But it's been nice to hold a baby all night.  Except the getting-up-early-for-work thing, that sucked.

comic books
To sound more sophisticated, we call them graphic novels in the English-teacher world, but that's just code word for comic book.  Which my husband has been checking out from the library with wild abandon.  I love that little dork.

It's the weekend!  Yeaaa!

Friday Confessional

Voting
I usually vote straight party, but like to fill in each individual bubble as opposed to the one that could save me a little time.  I think it makes me look like a much more concerned citizen if I fill them in individually. 

Husband
Chris is gone for a few days with some friends and so I got to take today off to stay home with the girls.  I have been looking forward to this all week.  He needs to go away more often so I can skip work.

Finally a vehicle
We made it a little over a month as a one-vehicle family.  Let's hope we never have to do that again.  We ended up buying a Nissan Xterra.  Chris loves it and is already trying to convince me to drive the minivan so he can drive the SUV.  No way, dude, no way.    

Dishwasher
I'm going to see if I can make it three full days without unloading the dishwasher.  Next to cleaning toilets, that is my least favorite chore.  We'll just have to eat out a lot while Chris is gone.

Baskets
I wish I would have remembered to get all the groceries for our church's Thanksgiving baskets before Chris left.  We fill them up with food and bring them back to church on Sunday; this year we are doing two of them.  And now I have to take two little girls with me to buy all the food.  Ugh.

Halloween
I still have Halloween decorations outside.  And they really need to come down, but yesterday we had a light dusting of snow and now I don't want to go outside.  It's too cold.  I think I'll wait until next week when it's supposed to be in the 60s.  Sorry, neighbors, one more week of the pumpkin and witch decor.



thirty for thirty {part two}

Part two of thirty random facts share for my thirtieth birthday.  Part one is here.

-I talk in my sleep.  A lot.  And normally it's angry talk directed at Chris.  About things that aren't real.  Like snakes under our bed, the kids playing with swords in our living room, or the person staring at me in the car.  It freaks him out.  And I don't ever remember it in the morning. 

-I don't like my food to touch.  If I could eat every meal with a divided plate, I would be a happy girl.

-The conversations I have in my head would probably qualify me for mental health services.  Good thing I don't talk to myself out loud.

-Lowest moment of my life: saying goodbye to my one-month-old neice as they took her off the machines that were keeping her alive.  And I still have nightmares about the sounds my sister made that day.

-If I didn't have any self-control, I could probably drink four to five Diet Mt. Dews every day.

-When I was pregnant, I was walking around my classroom one day and a sneak-attack fart happened.  I tried to play it off, but I'm pretty sure a couple kids heard it.  Ms. Graham is the farting teacher.

-I got married barefoot.  It was a mix of not finding shoes I liked, not wanting to wear heels, and not wanting to wear shoes at all that lead to this decision.

-To get to sleep, I require lots of blankets.  It could be the middle of summer and blazin' hot, but unless I have at least 2-3 blankets on me, I can't get to sleep.

-As a child, I went to the hospital four times for injuries.  Three of those times I was faking.

-I'm glad I have daughters so that when I'm old and in a nursing home, I'll have someone to take care of all my random facial hair problems.

-I can't open jars or lids with my right hand.  I broke up a fight in school years ago and have never regained the ability to grasp tightly with my thumb.

-I collect vintage cookbooks.  I buy most of them at estate sales or garage sales.  I especially like the small, catalog-sized ones that used to come with refrigerators in the 40s and 50s.

-The feeling of popsicle sticks grosses me out.  I don't like to touch them or feel them on my teeth.  It makes me shudder just thinking about them.

-While I'm not happy I totaled my car, I am secretly glad that I don't have to drive a stick anymore.

-I still have vivid memories of being five, swinging on my swing set, and making up the most beautiful songs known to man.  They would make me cry they were so beautiful.  I specifically remember one song about Captain Kangaroo dying that just broke my little heart.  Also, I was the weirdest child ever.