The journey between here and there

Well, well, well…. it seems like I got an early Christmas gift this year. After being so sick (cold/flu/lethargic) for more than a month I began to feel odd…

The kind of odd sensation that makes me really tired- to the point where I could fall asleep at 4pm with the kids jumping all around me, fall into a deep sleep and not wake up until 2 hours later still sleepy, eat a quick dinner then go back to bed at 7:30pm and sleep until morning…

The kind of odd where my t-shirts and button up shirts are getting a little snug…

The kind of odd where I begin to crave foods that I don’t normally touch or enjoy like burgers and fries…

The kind of odd where I NEED to eat certain foods and can’t get the desire for that particular food out of my head until I’ve eaten it…

The kind of odd where I can be really snappish and impatient one minute then really weepy and needy the next…

The kind of odd where I start to dry heave for no reason….

Now for those that know me really well, which is maybe 2 people who actually maybe read this blog know that I’m a very light sleeper. I can’t sleep if I hear anything. Even traffic or the wind can keep me up. On any normal occasion I can’t fall asleep in the middle of the afternoon with kids screaming and playing tag around me. If I do take a nap in the afternoon I am up until 2am cuz I can’t sleep. I always bounce back to my skinny self after a baby and I don’t gain weight. I can eat like a pig and still stay slim. I HATE burgers and fries (unless they are homemade and it’s summer time). I don’t usually have MUST HAVE cravings. I may be snappish but I’m never weepy or needy. I’m not the cuddly type. It annoys me to cuddle. I like to have my own space.

Sooooo…. that leads me to only one conclusion….I got knocked up… AGAIN!

I took a pregnancy test and it came back positive. *sigh* here we go again… Thank goodness it’s the last.

#5. Wow! That’s crazy. I’m still in shock I think. I’m happy cuz I know this is the last, stressed cuz I always get stressed over having another child. Ryan’s appointment is January 27, 2006. The big snip, snip day for him. Obviously, not soon enough. We were actually trying to be careful and I still get prego… I’m the most fertile woman around. It’s crazy. So many people out there in the world that would be more qualified to have kids and I’m the one that constantly gets them. Unbelievable. I’m not mad… just surprised. My life is already so busy. I didn’t get Christmas cards out for the 2nd year in a row and at times I feel I’m going to have a nervous breakdown.

Somedays I don’t know if I can make it through another day and somedays I can’t imagine life without the kids cuz I’m having so much fun.

Being a mother is one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. It taxes me emotionally, mentally and physically. I never thought it would be this hard and demanding. I don’t think anyone or anything can ever prepare you for parenthood. It’s a crazy roller coaster ride…and I love roller coasters.

This is on my answering machine right now:

“Hohoho! Merry Christmas! Thank you for calling Santa’s workshop. Santa can’t come to the phone right now, he is busy dealing with Mrs. Claus. The elves are out back barbecuing Blitzen and the other reindeer are playing games. After the tone, please leave your Christmas list and tell us if you’ve been naughty or nice this year! We’ll get back to you soon!”

Prison Break is so intriguing and each episode ends in a cliff hanger. It just makes me come back for more. Great acting and great characters. Unfortunately I missed a few of the episodes in the beginning and I’m piecing together what’s going on. I’m addicted to this show and I love it! For some stupid reason the last episode I watched was November 28 and I have to wait until March 20, 2006 for the show to return back to Monday nights. Why such a long hiatus??? Drives me crazy! I wish FOX would play the Season Premiere again and do reruns, but obviously the people that run the FOX network are NOT SMARTS! *sigh*

ok… and Wentworth is not to shabby to look at either… now don’t get me wrong, he’ll never take the place of my Tommy. I’m just saying, for a convict… he looks good.

The tattoo is interesting. I couldn’t find a good picture that really shows the front and back art. This was the best I could find, but wow! Amazing tattoo!

This is the description of the show:

“MICHAEL SCOFIELD (Wentworth Miller, “The Human Stain”) is a desperate man in a desperate situation. His brother, LINCOLN BURROWS (Dominic Purcell, “Blade: Trinity”), is on death row and scheduled to die in a few months for a murder Michael is convinced Lincoln did not commit. With no other options and time winding down, Michael holds up a bank to get himself incarcerated alongside his brother in Fox River State Penitentiary. Once he’s inside, we learn that Michael – a structural engineer with the blueprints for the prison – has hatched an elaborate plan to break Lincoln out and prove his innocence. Senior correctional officer BELLICK offers some prison wisdom as Michael arrives. Then, with the help of his cellmate, SUCRE, Michael begins to align himself with a disparate group of prisoners, including former mob boss JOHN ABRUZZI and CHARLES WESTMORELAND, a man some believe to be the infamous skyjacker D.B. Cooper. On the outside Michael has only one ally, his defense attorney and longtime friend, VERONICA DONOVAN – who is Lincoln ’s former girlfriend. Meanwhile, Lincoln ’s 15-year-old son, LJ, is now adrift without his Uncle Michael’s positive influence. Rounding out the cast are Sarah Wayne Callies as prison doctor SARA TANCREDI, whom Michael ends up visiting more often than he should, and Stacy Keach as the powerful WARDEN POPE, who forges a close, almost father-son relationship with the new convict. This intriguing new series promises to reveal additional pieces of the puzzle each week as Michael carries out his daring plan to mastermind the ultimate PRISON BREAK – and solve the far-reaching national-scale conspiracy that landed him there in the first place.”

It’s a great show! I like the intensity, the drama and the mystery. I haven’t been let down by an episode yet. Each episode is so gripping, gritty and interesting.

I loved the “Lexmas” episode. After 2 crappy repeats I welcomed a new Smallville. I thought the concept was interesting, intriguing and fun. I liked to see ‘good’ Lex. It also explains why Lex gets money and power hungry. After experiencing loss of loved ones I’m sure it can make a person hard. This episode explains why Lex sees that power and money is the most important thing. I just thought it was fabulous!

I loved the reaction to his new family when he woke up. It was priceless! It was really nice to see Lex domesticated and running errands. I also enjoyed the show down between Lionel and Lex, both in real life and in the dream state. I enjoyed every aspect of the dream sequences. They were pieced together nicely and I LOVED IT.

Clark in a button up shirt is always sexy and great eye candy.

Clark playing with Lex’s lil’ one was so sweet. I loved watching him play with the little boy. It just made my heart melt.

The only thing I thought that was odd/weird/funny was Lex falling to the ground after he was shot… now that was overacting. I laughed so hard.

The other bad scene that I didn’t like was the drunk Santa bit. That was a stupid plot.

I did like watching Clark zip around from place to place delivering gifts and the special effects of Clark running down the building to catch Santa.

Everything else about that storyline was just dumb. It just didn’t jive with me. Santa knows who’s good and bad. He is able to see the good, so the whole premise of him grumbling about how the world has gone down hill just doesn’t fly with me. Santa should be able to see the good everywhere. There is a lot of good that goes on in the world, unfortunately the media has a tendency to focus on the bad instead of the good that takes place in the world. I didn’t like the suicidal Santa bit.

This gives a whole new meaning to “I saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus!”
“Hello Santa!”

Did I mention I loved this episode? Well, yes! I Loved it!

4.8 out of 5.

No full marks cuz of the suicidal Santa plot.

What did you think?

I’m still sick, except this time it’s a I’ve got some sort of sinus cold/flu going on. This bug just won’t leave and it’s driving me batty. I sit around in a daze. My body is so achy and my head is just pounding. I can’t breath, I’m coughing till I dry heave, I’m cold and miserable. I HATE being sick! Freak! How long is this going to last? Thank goodness for Advil Cold and Sinus caplets. I’ve been popping this magical pills back. They take the pressure, pain and headache away.

I’ve got things to do and this horrid bug has me knocked out cold. It’s just crazy. I’m not a good sick person. Some people can take it without whining and complaining… not me. I just sit snuggled up in my feather bed and feel sorry for myself that I’m still sick. I just don’t want to do anything or go anywhere, which sucks cuz there’s always Christmas parties to go to. *ugh* I hate being sick. This body of mine must be wearing out, cuz it’s taking its sweet time getting better. I’m getting old. I’m sick and I’m gonna die!

*sigh* Ryan says I’m way to dramatic, but I’m just sayn’ it like I’m feelin’ it.

When some pigeons pooped on my dad’s head when I was a kid…. Man, it was funny! The poop oozed down his head and the side of his face. HAHAHAHA….

It also oddly reminds me of the time when my brother Anthony and I put some rabbit poop in a box of Glossette raisins. Then we convinced my little brother John, who was 5 years old, that they were chocolate covered raisins…. He had a couple…. OMG we laughed so hard…. he ended up getting worms from the experience…. Ah…. good times… good times…

Well, this is the 2nd time the cat has ran away on us… and I don’t blame her. Her litter is in the garage and when the garage door opens she bolts out. The first time our neighbors found her. The 2nd time, around the end of November, she took of again. I haven’t even tried to look for her.

“If you love someone, let it be and set her free, if she comes back to you, it’s meant to be”

The cat is probably loving life in someones house. Happy as a clam that my kids are no longer tormenting her. I’ve been meaning to send the kids out around the block to see if anyone found the kitten, but part of me is tired of dealing with them beating on the poor thing. *sigh* Oh Decisions, decisions. Find the kitten to submit it to more torture from my kids or let it live with someone else and have a better life…

I opt for the later. My kids can have a pet when they are older.

Every year our family picks 2 other families and we do the 12 days of Christmas on them. It is like a ding dong ditch. We leave a little poem and a treat on their doorstep when it’s dark (around 5pm or later). Ring the door bell and RUN! Hop in the van and drive off before they open the door. The kids love it and it’s a blast….ok… and I think it’s a hoot as well! Here are the poems/treats that we give starting on December 13th and it ends on December 24. I usually have secret-agent-like quizzed them to make sure the families will be around during the 12 days.

1st DAY
(can of pears)

On the first day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me,
A partridge in a pear tree….

A long time ago the story was told
Of 12 days of giving as Christmas unfolds.

We have not a Partridge, for it flew away.
We have not a tree,
cuz they only grow in May.

We have only the pears,
but the givings the key
to show that we cares.

2nd DAY
(box of turtles, bar of Dove soap)

On the second day of Christmas
My true love sent to me,
Two turtle doves…

It is not a pair of Turtle doves
We are giving you today.
We thought they are too messy to love
And they constantly coo all day.

Instead we have a box of turtles
For a sweet treat to eat
And some Dove soap that will leave you smelln’ like my Aunt Myrtle.

3rd DAY
( can of chicken noodle soup)

On the third day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me,
Three French hens….
Well, we had 3 hens
We thought they were rather neat.
Until they jumped up and ran out of their pen.
We chased them down the street
Yelling over and over again,
“Come back here or you hens are dead meat!”

They did not heed our warning
So early the next morning
As they were sleeping on a bicycle seat
We caught them and made something tasty to eat.

4th DAY
(jar of jam)

On the fourth day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me,
Four calling birds….

If we were giving like the song
We would give you four birds
But they would poop, squawk and fly around
Now isn’t that absurd!
Instead we thought we’d give you a treat
A jar of jam for toast that is sweet.

5th DAY
(honey glazed donut rings)

On the fifth day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me,
Five golden rings….

These rings too are golden
They’re yummy through and through
Small nuggets of “friendships”
For good friends like You!

6th DAY
( ½ dozen eggs)

On the sixth day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me,
Six geese-a-laying….

We’re sure you don’t want messy geese all over the house,
‘cuz they can get quite gassy
like Mickey Mouse.

Poinsettias are red
Christmas lights are blue
Here are some eggs for you.

OR sometimes I can’t find 1/2 dozen eggs so I give eggnog instead.
(eggnog)

On the sixth day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me,
Six geese-a-laying….

“Eggs make good eggnog”
A famous old saying
But we used chicken eggs
Since these geese just weren’t laying.

7th DAY
(bubble bath)

On the seventh day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me,
Seven swans a-swimming….

We looked and looked
By the babbling brook
But we could not find any swans,
They left in a hurry to Taiwan.
Here is some bubble bath
Left in the aftermath.

8th DAY
(chocolate milk)

On the eight day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me,
Eight maids a- milking….

The maids have been milking
They shared with the store
So we mixed some and fixed some
For you to explore.

9th DAY
(bake cookies)

On the ninth day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me,
Nine ladies dancing….

A dance we can’t bring
At that we’re just rookies,
We’re more practiced at baking
A nice batch of cookies

10th DAY
(candy canes)

On the tenth day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me,
Ten lords a-leaping….

Those crazy ten lords kept leaping around
All over the town
Like a bunch of silly clowns
“This needs to stop,” I said with a frown.

They were causing quite a stir
So I picked up a cane and chased them away
But just before they disappeared in a blur
They said they would go to your house later today.

So here are some canes
You can use to give chase
To shoo them from your living space.

11th DAY
(pic of baby Jesus)

On the eleventh day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me,
Eleven pipers piping….

The piping pipers piped up and said
We wrote a little poem
This eleventh day for you.
To tell you of the Christmas joys
And of a friendship true.

POEM—
Christmas is joy in our Savior’s birth,
Christmas is thanks for our bounteous earth,
Christmas is song sung by angels on high,
Christmas is a new star high up in the sky.
Christmas is loving and caring that’s true
Christmas is having good friends like you.

12th DAY
(box of chocolates, calendar or some other Christmas gift)

On the twelfth day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me,
Twelve drummers drumming….

The drummers were drumming
They made such a din
Our heads were pounding ––
We wondered how to begin
To say thank-you to you
For the friendship you share
For the things that you do
That show that you care…

These small gifts aren’t much
But we hope that they show
We value your friendship
And hope it will grow!

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Poor lil’ me. I’ve never been so freakn’ sick in the last 5 years. For the past 2 weeks it’s been horrible. Let me just say that I hardly ever get sick. I usually get sick once a year. When I do get sick, I usually get a sniffle, a runny nose and I sneeze a few times then it over. This time Holy Crapola….

A nasty lil’ bug climbed down my throat around the middle of November. Towards the end of November a frog jumped down my throat, and another nastier bug joined the party in my body. It was an attack and my immune system was losing the battle. I had the heat cranked in the house to +30C and I was still cold. My body was shivering, I couldn’t keep warm, my body was so achy and I was hacking up a lung. I sat around in a daze, snuggled up to a small electric 8x12 inch pillow thingy. I felt like I was going through menopause. I would get really hot, kick off the blankets then cool down and shiver like crazy. My voice sounded like a person who has smoked for the last 60 years. I miss my voice.

Nothing got done around the house. My biggest accomplishment was that I was able to take the kids to and from school. The rest of the time I curled up in bed feeling sorry for myself, letting the TV take care of my younger 2. Poor me! Poor lil’ me! Man, I hate being sick. Now I can empathize with people who get sick. Before I used to wonder what the heck their problem was, but man oh man now I know. I’ve never been knocked out this badly by some nasty bug before.

Thankfully I’m starting to feel better. You know the laundry situation is bad in the house when your 4 year old starts complaining.

“Mommy, I have no pants or pajamas to wear! You need to do some laundry! I can’t go around the house nekid you know!” Josh states.

So far I’ve done 10 loads of laundry and I’ve probably got another 10 more to go. I did 3 loads of dishes back to back in the dishwasher and have finally washed all the sticky gunk off the floor. I finally have some energy to get things done around this house. I know I’m starting to feel better when I get back into Hitler mode.

After 2 weeks of doing nothing the kids are now cleaning up their rooms and all their toys. I bet the kids miss the sick mommy. They got to have pizza 3 out of the 7 days of the week and all kinds of take out that was available for the rest of the 4 days. They got to watch TV till their eye balls fell out and did no chores around the house. The house was a sty and my lil’ piggies were happy rolling around in the filth. Yuck. Now the clean up begins. My energy is back and I’m getting ready for the Christmas craziness.