I've been stalking a new blog I found called Julie and the Silvermans. I love her writing style and her wit. She can be sarcastic which I love. She had a little contest up to win a book called Room.
I like books so I gave it a try and I won! I can't wait to get the book adn since it's Christmas break - I CAN ACTUALLY READ IT! Gah!
Thursday, December 23, 2010
My Schedule
I've been quite the Homemaker the past few days. School is out and I have no job so I find myself with a lot of time on my hands. My typical day is as follows:
2pm - ish - wake up
2:10 - snuggle up to hubby and try and decide if I want to get up
2:15 - decide I am truly awake and therefore Hubby must be as well
2:20 - Pout and get kicked out of bed by Hubby who does not agree that if I'm up he must be as well
2:30 - Find Nurishment in the form of cereal
2:45 - Become entranced by Tyra
3pm - decide Hubby MUST get up and entertain me
3-7 pm - Haunt online forums, blogs and Facebook all at once while bugging Hubby
7:15 - snuggle with Hubby and whine about being Hungry
7:30 - make supper
8 - search for a movie to watch
8:30 - decide that with 300 + movies there is nothing to watch
9:30 - wake Hubby who decided to take a nap just as supper was getting done
9:45 - decide that now is the time to snuggle with Hubby and thusly make him late for work
10:05 - decide to clean the apartment and put away all of Hubby's things so he won't be able to find the the next day
11:00 - get bord halfway through cleaning, huant the internet the next hour
12:00 - talk to Hubby on his break and pull up videos on the internet
2am - begin to get sleepy and drag computer to bed and watch videos while waiting for Hubby to get home
3am - wake up as Hubby comes home for lunch, latch self on to him so he can't eat lunch
4am - pout as Hubby goes back to work
5am - snore
Now that's not everyday but it's a general rundown.
2pm - ish - wake up
2:10 - snuggle up to hubby and try and decide if I want to get up
2:15 - decide I am truly awake and therefore Hubby must be as well
2:20 - Pout and get kicked out of bed by Hubby who does not agree that if I'm up he must be as well
2:30 - Find Nurishment in the form of cereal
2:45 - Become entranced by Tyra
3pm - decide Hubby MUST get up and entertain me
3-7 pm - Haunt online forums, blogs and Facebook all at once while bugging Hubby
7:15 - snuggle with Hubby and whine about being Hungry
7:30 - make supper
8 - search for a movie to watch
8:30 - decide that with 300 + movies there is nothing to watch
9:30 - wake Hubby who decided to take a nap just as supper was getting done
9:45 - decide that now is the time to snuggle with Hubby and thusly make him late for work
10:05 - decide to clean the apartment and put away all of Hubby's things so he won't be able to find the the next day
11:00 - get bord halfway through cleaning, huant the internet the next hour
12:00 - talk to Hubby on his break and pull up videos on the internet
2am - begin to get sleepy and drag computer to bed and watch videos while waiting for Hubby to get home
3am - wake up as Hubby comes home for lunch, latch self on to him so he can't eat lunch
4am - pout as Hubby goes back to work
5am - snore
Now that's not everyday but it's a general rundown.
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Panic Attacks
Panic attacks.
Scary stuff. Feelings like you’re dying or can’t breathe or losing control. Feelings like you want to start crying or screaming.
Panic attacks are not fun; for the suffer or the people around them.
I have recently had to deal with these terrible things and my dear husband has had to deal with me dealing with them. They’ve had us both on edge; leading me to start biting my nails and him to question every hug I give him because I tend to hug on him when I feel one coming on.
It’s been stressful. Good things have come out of it, in a way. We’ve found a doctors office that has a program that makes so that we don’t have to pay a fortune every time we go in and has a prescription program. We also found a mental health facility that I can go to talk to someone. We have made progress and some days are better than others.
Yesterday was not a good day. Today was better. Saturday was really good.
One day at a time.
Scary stuff. Feelings like you’re dying or can’t breathe or losing control. Feelings like you want to start crying or screaming.
Panic attacks are not fun; for the suffer or the people around them.
I have recently had to deal with these terrible things and my dear husband has had to deal with me dealing with them. They’ve had us both on edge; leading me to start biting my nails and him to question every hug I give him because I tend to hug on him when I feel one coming on.
It’s been stressful. Good things have come out of it, in a way. We’ve found a doctors office that has a program that makes so that we don’t have to pay a fortune every time we go in and has a prescription program. We also found a mental health facility that I can go to talk to someone. We have made progress and some days are better than others.
Yesterday was not a good day. Today was better. Saturday was really good.
One day at a time.
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Ch-ch-ch-changes!
Today was Fall Graduation at SAU, I sadly couldn't go, but it got me thinking. Very soon I will be graduating and moving on to 'great things' or hopefully a better job. Things such as grad school, and jobs, and very adult things such as BILLS. Not that I have been not dealing with these things already, I am on my own so to speak (Ok, I depend soley on my hubby right now, so I'm not ALONE) but finishing college (a 7 year process!) is the last step into the adult world. That step is a doozy! Where will I go from there? I have a great many ambitions, travel, create more art, start a family. So many ideas and dreams.
One thing that has been a major change is that I am no longer a single, I'm a part of a dou now and I can't just make a choice and run with it. Being forced to think things through and weigh consequences is very adult.
I am ready to movie on the next stage in life. This college process has become a strain and I am more than ready to be done!
One thing that has been a major change is that I am no longer a single, I'm a part of a dou now and I can't just make a choice and run with it. Being forced to think things through and weigh consequences is very adult.
I am ready to movie on the next stage in life. This college process has become a strain and I am more than ready to be done!
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Thank You Notes
The battle to finish the Thank You notes has almost been won. And what a battle it has been – from finding note cards that are suitable and didn’t cost big $$$, to the ever present question of “who is this person? Do you know –insert unknown person here-?” to the simple fact that neither of us actually wanted to write them, the battle has be long and hard.
Perhaps I am just another example of a thankless, thoughtless generation but I find it hard to understand the need for a thank you note. We thanked everyone that came at the wedding, we fed them, played music for them, put on a show and gave them a token to remember the event – honestly they should be thanking us! Instead my new husband and I are expected (by at least the, ahem, older people that came) to argue over what to say, what cards to use, and who writes whose card for hours on end, all so some old lad- I mean someone, can read a short card (with probably the same thing written on it that we wrote to 20 other people we really don’t know) and say, “Well, isn’t that nice!”
In today’s day and age, people who are of my generation don’t seem to expect any sort of formal thanks. When I asked for addresses from people they all responded with “Oh, I don’t need a thank you!” – has the Thank You note lost its place as a cultural norm? Does anyone under the age of 60 really expect a thank you note from people? Anyone under the age of 30?
I probably sound a wee bit whiney. And maybe I am. I really don’t mind writing a thank you note to people I actually know in more than passing. I can be myself in those notes and it feels more personal. It’s really difficult to write a note to someone I haven’t seen since I was six or someone who’s a friend of a friend’s mom. In my notes I like to include something that implies I at least know the person, and when I don’t – well, I feel like a fake.
In the card and gift we got for the couple who recently got married we included a note that said ‘Please do not worry about a thank you.” And most likely, we will do that to all the cards and gifts we give at weddings (and GRADUATIONS, omg, flashbacks to that horror) because we know what a trial it can be and that they will have a hundred other notes to worry about.
Inevitably someone will be forgotten during the thank you marathon, and of course it will be one of the few who will be deeply offended by not getting one. Ah, well. Most likely it will be one of those people we both have to ask the other, “Do you know them?” “No.” “Well, then why bother worrying about it.”
Perhaps I am just another example of a thankless, thoughtless generation but I find it hard to understand the need for a thank you note. We thanked everyone that came at the wedding, we fed them, played music for them, put on a show and gave them a token to remember the event – honestly they should be thanking us! Instead my new husband and I are expected (by at least the, ahem, older people that came) to argue over what to say, what cards to use, and who writes whose card for hours on end, all so some old lad- I mean someone, can read a short card (with probably the same thing written on it that we wrote to 20 other people we really don’t know) and say, “Well, isn’t that nice!”
In today’s day and age, people who are of my generation don’t seem to expect any sort of formal thanks. When I asked for addresses from people they all responded with “Oh, I don’t need a thank you!” – has the Thank You note lost its place as a cultural norm? Does anyone under the age of 60 really expect a thank you note from people? Anyone under the age of 30?
I probably sound a wee bit whiney. And maybe I am. I really don’t mind writing a thank you note to people I actually know in more than passing. I can be myself in those notes and it feels more personal. It’s really difficult to write a note to someone I haven’t seen since I was six or someone who’s a friend of a friend’s mom. In my notes I like to include something that implies I at least know the person, and when I don’t – well, I feel like a fake.
In the card and gift we got for the couple who recently got married we included a note that said ‘Please do not worry about a thank you.” And most likely, we will do that to all the cards and gifts we give at weddings (and GRADUATIONS, omg, flashbacks to that horror) because we know what a trial it can be and that they will have a hundred other notes to worry about.
Inevitably someone will be forgotten during the thank you marathon, and of course it will be one of the few who will be deeply offended by not getting one. Ah, well. Most likely it will be one of those people we both have to ask the other, “Do you know them?” “No.” “Well, then why bother worrying about it.”
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Two for one!
Yesterday was my friend’s (and also former housemate) wedding. She was lovely and elegant and the wedding was so sweet. It was simple; they got married in a church that was simply decorates in white and blue flowers and she and her groom were married under and arbor. The ceremony was informal and when the minister slipped up and said the wrong thing it wasn’t horrifying it was laughed off and everyone seemed so relaxed. I feel like this is how weddings should be.
It reminded me of mine. So relaxed and though there were a lot of people there it was intimate. Everyone was sharing in this very special moment, but you could tell that the bride and groom only were thinking of each other. It makes me smile just remembering that feeling. There was only him and I and the ministering saying that we were married, a church stuffed with people, but I barely noticed. I could only grin in happiness.
Nathan and I were just discussing today how it’s so hard to believe it was not even two months ago that we got married. Sometimes it feels as though we have been together our whole lives. It’s so normal, but also fantastic. We’re married! The wedding was an opportunity to introduce Nathan as my husband rather than my fiancé/boyfriend. It slid right out like the most normal thing; inside I was like, YAY!
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Some nights I don’t sleep. I get random insomnia that will keep me awake all night and it is very frustrating. I either can’t shut off my brain or I simply am suddenly no longer tired. I am always exhausted the next day and of course am fully able to sleep once I am supposed to be awake. Living the third shift lifestyle as been interesting with these random insomniac tendencies; it’s hard to tell if I am unable to sleep do to it being 1pm and my body saying to it’s awake time or if it’s insomnia keeping me from sleeping either way switching my sleeping schedule has been difficult. Last night Nathan went to bed at 12 am. This is a somewhat normal bedtime for most people, for us however it’s like going to bed at 5 pm. WAY early. He was out for the night. Me I laid there for a couple hours, got up and watched a movie and finally crawled back into bed around 3 and proceded to toss and turn for another hour. Nathan woke up at 4 and I was still half awake, grumpy, frustrated and very, very tired. He was up at 8:30 and slept til 1:30. Sleep in this house is on a cracked out schedule. This fall is going to be fun. Switching sleep schedules to coincide with classes will be a challenge, especially if I have Bio at 7:45 am. :/
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It reminded me of mine. So relaxed and though there were a lot of people there it was intimate. Everyone was sharing in this very special moment, but you could tell that the bride and groom only were thinking of each other. It makes me smile just remembering that feeling. There was only him and I and the ministering saying that we were married, a church stuffed with people, but I barely noticed. I could only grin in happiness.
Nathan and I were just discussing today how it’s so hard to believe it was not even two months ago that we got married. Sometimes it feels as though we have been together our whole lives. It’s so normal, but also fantastic. We’re married! The wedding was an opportunity to introduce Nathan as my husband rather than my fiancé/boyfriend. It slid right out like the most normal thing; inside I was like, YAY!
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Some nights I don’t sleep. I get random insomnia that will keep me awake all night and it is very frustrating. I either can’t shut off my brain or I simply am suddenly no longer tired. I am always exhausted the next day and of course am fully able to sleep once I am supposed to be awake. Living the third shift lifestyle as been interesting with these random insomniac tendencies; it’s hard to tell if I am unable to sleep do to it being 1pm and my body saying to it’s awake time or if it’s insomnia keeping me from sleeping either way switching my sleeping schedule has been difficult. Last night Nathan went to bed at 12 am. This is a somewhat normal bedtime for most people, for us however it’s like going to bed at 5 pm. WAY early. He was out for the night. Me I laid there for a couple hours, got up and watched a movie and finally crawled back into bed around 3 and proceded to toss and turn for another hour. Nathan woke up at 4 and I was still half awake, grumpy, frustrated and very, very tired. He was up at 8:30 and slept til 1:30. Sleep in this house is on a cracked out schedule. This fall is going to be fun. Switching sleep schedules to coincide with classes will be a challenge, especially if I have Bio at 7:45 am. :/
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Friday, July 30, 2010
Several Days all in One
Living the third shift lifestyle leaves you feeling like you've crammed several days all in one. This morning at around 2 am I made tacos 'cuz it was supper/lunch time. I was wide awake and it felt like it should've been noon not 2 am. It's rather surreal. I have tried switching over completely to third shift so I can be sleeping when Nathan is sleeping and be up when he is, even if he's at work, but I must be a pansy as I usually only can make it to about 5 or 6 and I get tired and go to bed.
It tends to work out though. If Nathan is home he will play his video games for a couple of hours while I'm in bed and it gives him a chance to wind down to go to bed. It also leaves him awake for when I have an 'episode' he hears me and can come calm be down and put me back to bed. Some mornings this happens multiple times. Which is rough, 'cuz I tend to wake up feeling like I haven't slept.
He knows the drill now and is so sweet about comforting me. I generally only remember waking up to him talking to me or hugging me. He sometimes has to snap his fingers or turn on a light to snap me out of it. I know it bothers him that he can't do anything to prevent them, but he is great about dealing with them. I really couldn't ask for a better husband.
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It tends to work out though. If Nathan is home he will play his video games for a couple of hours while I'm in bed and it gives him a chance to wind down to go to bed. It also leaves him awake for when I have an 'episode' he hears me and can come calm be down and put me back to bed. Some mornings this happens multiple times. Which is rough, 'cuz I tend to wake up feeling like I haven't slept.
He knows the drill now and is so sweet about comforting me. I generally only remember waking up to him talking to me or hugging me. He sometimes has to snap his fingers or turn on a light to snap me out of it. I know it bothers him that he can't do anything to prevent them, but he is great about dealing with them. I really couldn't ask for a better husband.
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Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Cookies
Today I baked cookies. Normally this would not be blog-worthy, but the kitchen I baked them in is the size of a postage stamp and my knowledge of cooking could fit on a postage stamp. Twice. Size 16 font. So this was monumental.
After dropping the mixing bowl, spoon, and spatula twice I managed to make about two and a half dozen chocolate chip cookies. However the cookies refused to come off the baking sheets. The recipe clearly said un-greased… But there clear cookie prints on the cookie sheets.After much scraping and muttering I got the cookies of the sheets and onto cooling racks. Wait… cooling racks… yeah, we didn’t get any of those from the bridal shower or wedding. 17 spatulas and wooden spoons, but no cooling racks.
We did however get a new toaster oven (Thanks, Mom!) with a teeny-tiny grate. That’ll have to work! And it did.
Nathan has yet to taste them and my cookie affair warrants my opinion negated. So the verdict is still out on how they taste.
This adventure in baking is really the first I’ve experimented with cooking on my own without Nathan here to guide me or answer questions and I think it will turn out to be a success. It’s given me some confidence to explore some other areas of cooking, and who knows maybe I’ll venture into becoming the full-time cook! (Unlikely, as Nathan likes cooking)
Being home all the time has taken some getting used to. I’m not used to being home like this on top of the fact the first few weeks we were married Nathan was home a lot. I liked having him home, and him working full-time and third shift has been rough.
I get bored at night home alone. I clean, but the apartment is small (If the kitchen is a postage stamp, the apartment is a postcard – the whole thing can fit in your pocket) and it doesn’t take long to tidy up the place. I’ve already cataloged our DVD collection and organized the closet.
Nathan works so hard, and he does it so that I don’t have to work. I have school to focus on and that’s most important. He’s wonderful and I couldn’t ask for a better husband. And so I hope I can treat him to more special surprises such as chocolate chip cookies.
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