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Updates and Updates

Okay, guys. Time for another update, yes? Here we go!

Easter Weekend

Laaaaazyyyyy. On Saturday, a very good friend of ours invited us over for dinner. Honey dijon chicken, ricotta pasta bake (with spinach and mushrooms!), and asparagus. Oh, and WINE! YUM! The birthday cake didn’t go quite as planned. Hahaha. You’ll have to read my 100 word story from last week to find out (kinda) what happened there. At the weekly Sunday dinner, the fam had cake. I was confused because we usually have cake on the Sunday AFTER birthdays, but whatever. I had cake early. On Monday we slept in. Like allllll the way in. When I finally got out of bed, it was an embarrassing hour. I won’t even tell you what it was. What is important is that I got up. Haha.

Tuesday: Birthdaaayyy!

I did not, by any means, have any expectations of having a good day. I just figured it would be an average day of nothing special. No plans were made and no money was in my pocket. We went downtown to do our regular errands, I mailed a bunch of things I had piled up, picked up a package (which was awesome! Must remember to post photo on Wednesday), went for a nice sushi lunch, got some cool little prezzies… It was a nice day. ūüôā

Wednesday – Friday

Work, work, work. I would not have normally worked all those days, but my little cousin was in town. I had to be in office to keep him occupied and take him on occasional errands. He is a ball of energy, funny, and lots of fun. Here’s a little snippet for you. I had to take him to have a passport photo taken. I explained to him that he could not smile for the photo. We went back and forth about this, and he showed me a few smiles he could use. Nope. No smiling, dude. He got sort of sad and looked up and me and said, “Every picture needs a smiiiiile!” Gotta love 5 year olds!

Saturday

Is it terrible that I don’t really remember Saturday? I guess I didn’t do anything? *shrugs*

Random

CAMP NANOWRIMO, y’all! I mentioned this in my last post, but just to remind you, I’M WRITING 50,000 WORDS IN 30 DAYS! Yes, ma’am! At the end of this month, The Whispering Willow will be DONE! Writing, that is. Lots of editing in the months that follow. But the WRITING WILL BE DONE! WOO.

I’ve told you about NaNoWriMo and how awesome it is before. The program/events exist to encourage and inspire people to write. It provide a ton of resources, including very inclusive message boards for constant communication among writers of various ages, genres, backgrounds, etc. I LOVE it. And they do all this FOR FREE. So, of course, fundraising is huge. So I’m asking you to please sponsor my Camp NaNoWriMo novel. All funds go directly to the Office of Letters & Light which is the non-profit that runs these writing events/programs. If you believe in my book, if you like my writing, if you are my friend, if you really don’t care but have a dollar to spare anyway… Please sponsor my novel. ūüôā Okay, enough begging. Hahaha.

In other news, I just wrote another 100 word story. Please hop on over, read it, comment on it, and share it. I am really trying to get as much feedback on my work as possible. I am also, of course, trying to expand my blog readership. What else? Hmmm… Oh, I got my 5th assignment back from the writing for children course I’m taking. I did really well on it. Hilarious that I thought I bombed it. I let the way I feel about the assignments (like I thought that one was really stupid) affect my assessment of my work. Weirdo. I know.

Okay, this got long really fast. I’m done.

Have a great week!

Six Things Saturday

  1. I’m sick. I don’t know exactly what’s going on, but something is wrong. I haven’t been able to eat a meal since Wednesday afternoon. On Friday, I packed myself a lunch. At lunch time, I heated it up and had ONE spoonful. That was all I could take. A few minutes later, I forced two more. That was it.
  2. Today, my little cousin went back to his mother. His dad asked me to accompany him on the plane ride. It was nice to be able to take him, and chat with him. He had a little moment of crying, saying that he wanted to stay with his dad, but it didn’t last long.
  3. My aunt is like a doctor without the degree. She knows all kinds of home remedies and can diagnose things like nobody’s business. Yesterday, she looked in my eyes (the pink part you see when you put your finger right under an eye and pull down). She can see iron levels by the colour. Usually, she just tells me, “Yeah, your iron is low.” That time, she said, “You’re anemic!” I said, “That’s news?” Hahaha. I am feeling a bit lightheaded these days though. It sucks being alone when you feel like crap, doesn’t it? My cousin checks on me every now and then though, so it’s okay.
  4. Babe is still away. She’ll finally be back on Monday. YAY!
  5. Some weird things are going on in our apartment. We’re finding out just how much the owner sucks. She doesn’t respond well to the issues we bring to her attention, and it’s really getting old. Time to move on, I think.
  6. It’s super hot. I think that may be contributing to how I’m feeling. Weak, tired, and no appetite. I’m trying to drink lots of water. I got two bottles of Gatorade from my aunt’s house last night. I’m drinking a mouthful every now and then, just to get something in my system. I do NOT want to end up laying up in a hospital on a drip like last time. I can usually tell when I’m heading down that road, and it’s not good!

Oh, how about a bonus thing? I decided on the writing competitions I’ll enter for the rest of the year. Now I just have to get cracking with the writing and editing of my work. I thought I’d get lots done this week, but health issues deterred me. Bummer! Hope to make up for it after a nap today, and tomorrow while at FamJam. Hopefully my appetite makes an appearance tomorrow. If not, my family will notice, and will probably take me straight to the hospital. Gross!

What are you up to this weekend?

Thankful Thursday

I’m glad this week is coming to a close. I am really, really glad. I can hardly wait for it to be next week. I have been tried and tested for the past two weeks. Babe’s friend’s daughter (5) has been staying with us, and she is ANNOYING. And RUDE. I have no tolerance for rudeness, so you can imagine how this has been going. Now, her over-indulgent mother is here, and will be here until the child’s summer camp ends (TOMORROW! TOMORROW! I LOVE YA, TOMORROW!) Not soon enough, I tell ya!

In some other post, I will share some general rules that I believe should be followed when you stay at someone else’s house, especially uninvited and rent-ass-free. I will also post reasons NOT to offload your child on other people (e.g. Your child speaks at a volume about 80% higher than necessary, and has to be told about it EVERY time she opens her loud mouth.). Now people, don’t get me wrong. I LOVE children. I really do. I just do not like being stuck with someone else’s for an extended period of time. I don’t care who you are, or how awesome (you think) your child is, two weeks is FAR TOO LONG for him/her to visit a non-family member, ok? FAR TOO LONG. Unless you are paying¬†exorbitant¬†camp fees.

I was telling my cousin about this issue, and he said, “It’s different when it ain’t ya blood.” Boy, ain’t that the freaking truth! I can deal with my younger cousins much easier. I know them. I understand their habits. I know how their parents relate to them. I know how they are disciplined. They know that I am fun, but not to be messed with. We gel. We mesh. We GOOD.

Even in my babysitting days in university, all was well. Those were some VERY well behaved children. I often showed up with a box of fun. “She brought the gold box!” they would exclaim. The gold box meant crafty things, little experiments, and lots of randomness. So yes, I GET children. I know how to have fun. I have my own methods of discipline. I just have to be adamant about this. NO ONE WANTS TO KEEP YOUR UNRELATED CHILD FOR FREE FOR AN EXTENDED PERIOD OF TIME. No matter what your reasoning, if you are thinking something that is not in line with what I’m telling you, you are WRONG.

Oh, wait… It’s Thankful Thursday, isn’t it?

I’m thankful that it is almost time for these people to get the HELL out of our house. I’m thankful for the peace and quiet that we will soon have. I’m thankful for the dishes that will only be dirtied by us, so I won’t have a problem washing them. (Listen. The sink is full of dishes right now. NONE of them are ours. This is NOT a bed and breakfast. GAAAAAH! Inconsideration really does it to me, y’all!) I’m thankful for you all, letting me rant and all that stuff. I’m thankful that my course material has arrived, and I’m almost done with my first assignment.

How about you? Anything driving you crazy this week? What’s the longest you’ve ever had a house guest? Would you dump your child on friends you hardly ever talk to for two weeks? What are you thankful for?

Weekend Recap

I love weekends. So much chillin’. A little extra sleeping. Time to run. One of my new favourite things – yoga. Family time. It’s the perfect thing to happen between weekdays. Aaaah! Weekends!

On Saturday, I did (what is now) the usual run and yoga. I left a bit later than usual, so I did a 10 minute run instead of the usual 15 or 20 minutes. I checked my pace about halfway in, and was rather surprised. It was somewhere around 8’30”. That’s pretty fast for me. Anyway, I kept going. At the end, Tiger Woods’ voice told me that I clocked my fastest mile. WHAT?! I did WHAT?! I just did that two weeks go. I’m FASTER?! AGAIN?! I went to the history section of my Nike Fitness on my iPod and, sure enough, I’d run a 7’17” mile! This is HUGE. Just two weeks before, I ran 15 minutes without stopping for the first time. I was used to running 3″ and walking 1″. All of a sudden, I could just keep going. I am SUPER PUMPED and pleased with myself. Even though I’m not running as much as I should, I’m making progress. I feel encouraged to do more. I’m definitely going to toss all my running clothes in the car tomorrow (so I don’t have to keep doing it every day), and stop for my run on the way home. I think I should be able to do 15 minutes for the next or so, and see when I can increase to 20 minutes. Today, I shall treat myself to a giant slice of chocolate cake. ūüôā

Yoga class went really well. I felt the right amount of challenge, and the right amount of ease and relaxation. I think I may actually be gaining a lot from it. Muscle strength, self/body-awareness, relaxation… I love it. My mum told me on Friday that she’d be there, no matter what time she had to work. I’m not sure how well it worked out for her because she’s very conscientious about work and getting there on time. I think she spent a lot of time wondering what time it was, and she left before we finished the final relaxation. Hopefully, she get Saturdays off. I think I’ll call her scheduling manager and talk to her about it. I know her well, and she’s one of the sweetest people ever.

After yoga, I went to pick up my 4 year old cousin, Ryan. He’s HILARIOUS. He lives on another island with his mother, but she came for a funeral. His dad went to the funeral too, so I became the babysitter. Here are a few funny moments:

  • Randomly, in the car, he said, “Aliciaaaaa.” I said, “Yeah?” He said, “Your shoes are silly!” I had to laugh. He was talking about my Vibrams. I guess they look kinda weird. Hahaha. I didn’t know he noticed them, but didn’t comment. He must’ve known what I was thinking, because he said, “I saw them when you picked me up.” Hahahaha.
  • We passed a big parking lot where about 50 males were in line, standing at attention. They were wearing camouflage pants and black shirts. I figured they were in training to join the Defense Force (our version of marines/military). I said, “Look, Ryan! All those men are lined up. They must be practicing for something.” Ryan: “They practicing for the national anthem.” Me: “You think so?” Ryan: “Yeah. That’s how ya do it!”
  • Out of nowhere, he said, “Ma is not in charge. My daddy and me in charge.” I laughed a little. Ma is my 92 year old great-grandmother, and she is very much in charge. Of EVERYthing. She runs the show. Me: “Who told you that?” Ryan: No one. Ma is OLD. She can’t do NUTTIN.” Ahahahaha. I was glad to be on a red light, because it took me a while to stop laughing and focus on the road. Ma can do EVERYthing. She cooks, drives, cleans, travels… Hell. She just stopped working a little over a year ago! When I told his dad what he said, the response was, “Yeah, he just got here. He has no idea.” Hahahaha.
  • When I asked him what he wanted for lunch, he said, “Crabby patty, no cheese.” I asked where we get it from, and he had no answer. I asked him if Spongebob and Mr. Crab have them. He said, “Yes, but not in the BAHAMASSSSS!” Silly me.
  • He told me that he doesn’t like juice. I asked him what he likes to drink. “Root beer. It’s a soda.” Well, Ryan, thanks for clearing that up. I was worried.

On Sunday, I went to the FamJam, as usual. My good friend Vanessa was in the area, and stopped by for a minute to collect some cash. We are working on a secret project that I won’t be able to reveal to you until the upcoming weekend has passed. It’s our (Babe+me, not Vanessa… Lol) one-year anniverary weekennnnnd! ūüôā Ryan entertained me while we waited for everyone else to arrive and have lunch. The child is HILARIOUS. I don’t know how else to describe him.

What are your highlights from the weekend? Do you have any super-funny children in your life? Any one-liners you’d like to share?

Pregnant?! Not me!

Day 28 – If you were pregnant, or got someone pregnant, what would you do?

This is pretty cut and dry for me. I’d start prenatal care right away. I would pay more attention to my diet. I would start crunching numbers. It would be difficult to support myself and a child at this staff. It would actually be challenging enough to support myself as a pregnant woman, going to doctor’s appointments, having scans and tests done, and paying for the actual delivery.

I’m sure I would obsess about a few things. Do I want to have the child here, or in the states? Is it possible to have the child in Canada? Do I want a hospital birth? Would I prefer a midwife? Do I need to start eating more red meat? How will I afford anything? Who will help me with the big purchases? What kind of support system will I have?

My family is very by The Book. By that, I mean The Bible. Unmarried and having a baby? No bueno. Major problem. My cousin had a baby at 37, and that was a huge deal. I don’t particularly want to have controversy surrounding my pregnancy. I’d like to have a happy, healthy pregnancy.

Now is definitely not the time for me to have babies. I want children very much, but only under the right circumstances. I need to have a comfortable home, and the ability to financially support them. Babe and I should also have the knot tied (so to speak) before we start popping out babies.

I should note that my views aren’t as stringent as those of family (obviously), and they are not likely to be pleased whenever I become pregnant. At the end of the day, they will accept it because they’ll suddenly recall some scriptures that suggest forgiveness and unconditional love. My great-grandmother would be pleased to have another great-great-grandchild (my unmarried younger cousin beat the rest of us to the deal, and it wasn’t impressive to anyone), and my grandmothers would enjoy being great-grandmothers (though I’ve been beat in both cases – hahaha). My parents and the whole grandparenting thing? Problem won’t be very exciting. Hahahaha. Oh, well. They’ll have to suck it up.

Yep. So now is not the time, but if (and I have no idea HOW) I became pregnant, I would deal with it. I’d figure it out, somehow.

Best Father-Taken Pictures Ever

 

 

 

 

 

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A Father Who Creatively Captures His Kids (20 photos) – My Modern Metropolis – StumbleUpon.

Husbands and Children Are Funny

This post, from Blogging Dangerously, is just too hilarious not to share.

Ten Things That Have Made Me Laugh Lately

1.¬†Last Friday night I was thrown into¬†Twitter Jail.¬† I walked out of my office and my husband asked, “What’s wrong?” I told him and he said, “Don’t get your hopes up.”¬† Apparently he’s ALSO aware of what’s expected of him in Twitter Jail.

2. My 6 year old daughter got my mediterranean genes (okay, I’m only 25% italian but my husband is PASTY!) and gets extremely tan in the summer.¬† The other night my husband (a staunch Republican) commented on how brown she’d gotten.¬† “I may be brown, but I still don’t like Barack Obama!” she said.¬† We all laughed hysterically but I was pretty proud of the fact that she’s made it to 6 years old and thinks that the only difference between the races is a healthy application of sun screen

3. It’s been HOT here lately.¬† My home office (i.e. the spare bedroom – which is only spare because the boys and girls share rooms) is about 20 degrees warmer than the rest of the house because I have to keep the door shut to keep the¬†creeps¬†kids out so I’ve taken to wearing my new sportsbras as shirts.¬† I just walked into the kitchen and my husband looked at me like he needed something, “Yes?” I asked.¬† Then I recognized the look he was giving me. “I mean ‘No.'” I told him.¬† He laughed and said, “What do you mean porkchop?”

4. I’m making my sons write stories every day that fill at least one page of an 8.5″x11″ notebook.¬†My husband thinks¬†it’s summer vacation and I’m¬†mean.¬† The first day the boys¬†bitched and moaned and called me names and turned in stories that were 5 lines of text with 23 lines of “illustrations.”¬† And then they got into it.¬†Two days ago my oldest wrote a story about alien invaders being repelled by an incumbent army.¬† In the last paragraph it’s revealed that the “alien invaders” are actually microbes and the incumbent army are actually white blood cells!¬†¬† Take that Mister “It’s Summer Can’t You Just Leave Them Alone?”

5. I took the kids to the beach today but my husband stayed home to do some yardwork, including shaping some of the shrubbery in our front yard.¬† We got home late and the kids were exhausted but as we passed by one of the bushes my 4yo glanced up, nodded and said, “Nice Haircut.” and kept walking.

6. I shouldn’t have laughed but at¬†dinner tonight my¬†4yo daughter excused herself very politely to go to the bathroom.¬† She walked down the¬†hall but came back immediately.¬† I looked at her curiously.¬† “I thought I¬†had to poop but I just had to toot.” she said.

7. We went out for dinner on Friday night to a very old and historic pizzeria in the North End of Boston.¬†¬†The food was delicious and after a day of walking through the city we were exhausted.¬† We¬†all sat there¬†in a food coma until my daughter¬†said, “Let’s blow this clam shack.”

8. Saturday my husband’s friend and his new¬†wife met us at the beach for a day of sun and fun.¬† Then we moved inside¬†for dinner and several drinks. (I¬†was drinking Diet Coke.)¬† When it was time to leave I¬†took the driver’s seat.¬† My son asked for help buckling his¬†car seat.¬† My husband reached¬†over the center console from the passenger¬†side.¬† “I can’t get it.” he told my son.¬† “I bet those beers didn’t help.” my son answered.

9. My sons started football tonight.  My son Рwho cannot sit still for .3 seconds Рlistened to the offense and then answered every single question correctly about where the ball was, was supposed to be and where the holes are.  Alle-fucking-luiah I think we finally found something that can match his enthusiasm.

10. My ipad shipped from China.¬† It is on a 12+ hour flight to California.¬† I KNOW this and yet I have clicked refresh on the tracking site approximately 75,000 times since it left at 7am this morning.¬† I am to get to 100,000 because… iPAD. *squee*

 

I Know It’s Saturday

I’m doing 5 Question Friday on Saturday. Whatever. Who makes the rules anyway?! Here we go!

1. Vow renewal ceremonies-yay or nay?

Nay. All of the years of marriage are covered in that one ceremony. What’s the point of doing it again? The vows taken do not expire. They are not conditional. Nothing makes them null and void (with the exception of legal separation, divorce, etc., in which case, it would not be a renewal, but a starting-over-and-remarrying). Poverty, sickness, bad times… All covered in the vows. I see no need, no reason, to say it all again. Unless a couple is really looking for a reason to party, wants some attention, or didn’t really mean the vows in the first place. Orrr the first ceremony was a big rush and/or low scale (often the case with unplanned pregnancy), or just-made-sense more than the commitment was actually wanted (often the case when immigration/citizenship is involved). Other than that, nay. Lol.

2. What sound/s annoy you the most?
  • Pencils/markers on paper or cardboard
  • Cardboard scraping against cardboard
  • That hooorrrrrrible clicking/clucking thing people do at the back of their throats. fkj;fdkl;jhgk;hjkdfhjkghj;ghjkbn I hate it!
  • BZZZZZ! Flies, mosquitoes, bees, people… Doesn’t matter who is doing it. Me no likey.
  • The word “no” when I need to hear “yes”
  • The old Nokia ringtone. Can we all PLEASE say goodbye to 2001?
  • Frog croaking (YUCK!)
3. If you had to pick, would you have only all boys, or only all girls for kids?
For goats, I don’t think I’d care. I don’t want goats anyway. For children? That would be horrible. *leans close to microphone* I’d like two and two please.

4. Do you believe in alternative medicine?
What’s there to believe (or not believe) in? I believe in healthy living. Whatever works. Different strokes for different folks, right? Really, whatever makes the most sense. It’d be pretty difficult to kill a rat with a fly swat, and ridiculous to try killing a fly with rat poison.

5. Would you take a family member’s children and raise them if they needed it?
Right away, as long as I am able. As a matter of fact, I’d like to adopt a child, period.

How Handwriting Boosts the Brain – WSJ.com

How Handwriting Boosts the Brain – WSJ.com.

I miss the days of handwritten notes, letters in the mail, and more one-on-one interactions. Now they’re saying cursive writing may no longer be taught in some schools. Crazy! I didn’t know all of the benefits of handwriting until reading this. Have a look-see.

Hopeful Wife and Mother (Day 5 of 30 Days of Truth)

Day 5 – Something you hope to do in your life

Hopes and dreams. Wants and wishes. Aren’t we all full of them? It’s funny, I have so many things that I hope/dream/want/wish to do, yet one really stands out. I want to have a family of my own. I want to be a wife. I want to be a mom. To four or five children.

I’ve always been open to a lot of things in terms of education, career, hobbies… I pretty much know what I like and what I want, but I’m willing to change it up a little. One thing that has not changed since I was a little girl is my desire to have my own family.

I see myself getting up in the morning to make breakfast. Waking up my children. Getting them ready for school. Being a taxi service, driving them to and from school and various other activities. I see myself helping children with homework, making fun snacks, ensuring that meals are well-balanced. I see myself asking, “Did you remember to take your vitamins?” “Did you pack an extra bottle of water?” “Who left the [xyz] in the [abc]?”

I see family portraits. I see holiday dinners. I see family vacations. I see school plays, recitals, report card days… I see all of it.

It’s all very exciting to me. I watch days and years slip by, and watch myself get older, and I wonder WHENNNNN?! Whennnnn is this going to happen? I’m not even married yet. Is it in the future? Sure. I think. When? I don’t know.¬†

These things, we can’t really plan. I always thought it funny when people would try to plan their lives, and say, “Oh, I’m gonna get married when I’m 25, and when I’m 26, I’ll have my first baby.” I never planned to that extent. I’ve had benchmark-type thingies. I’ve known that I’d rather not start having children when I’m 34. I’d like to be done by that time. I’ve always wanted my children to be 1-2 years apart. I want them to be able to relate to one another, play together, give each other advice, etc. I’ve hoped for 2 boys and 3 girls. I’ve hoped to have at least one boy before the girls come along. But these are all ideals in my head. Nothing is in stone. And I know that it’s something I simply can’t plan. I just have to see how it all turns out. And live with my proverbial fingers crossed. You can cross your for me too. *glances at left ring finger* It looks like I may need it.