30 years down...

I'm officially 30 years old. Married happily for about 7 years to the most perfect man for me. 2 kids that are simply sublime. A family that loves me. Friends that love me. Happy with who I am and where I am. I wouldn't change a thing. I am so thankful.

In college, Husband and I went to a bar on UT's campus once. We didn't go there, but were in town and wanted to see what a big state school was like. So we go, sit at a table with a few friends. Husband kept looking at a giant tv. As it turns out, there was a marine sitting at the table in front of the tv and he decided that Husband was "looking at him too much." Now, most marines are subtle, you wouldn't even know they're military at first. They don't flaunt it. But this guy, was flaunting it and trying to scare us. He had little man syndrome and used the marines to feel bigger. Husband isn't big, but doesn't suffer from the syndrome in any way. He's also the most rational person alive. So he handled the situation quite well, without humiliating the kid.

At that moment, I remember very clearly looking over at the table the kid was sitting at. I remember thinking, "I'm so glad I'm not sitting at that table."

Several years later, I can proudly say I'm very happy with the table I'm sitting at. There's no where else I'd rather be and no one else I'd rather be sitting with.

Thank you for all the facebook/msg brd/calls for my birthday. Thank you for the superwonderfulsuprise bday party today, it brought me to tears. (Even though I had a feelng, since there were tornadoes touching down and you guys still wanted to have a playdate!) My birthday wish is to have all of you at my table for a long, long time.

Define me!!

I LOVE the Define Me application on Facebook! I haven't even looked at the words people anonymously attribute in forever, but saw today new words.

Drum roll please...

opinionated
emotionally moderate
enlightened
deep thinker

I love it. I had no idea. Somewhere out there, someone's sneaking into my head. Get out! Get out I tell you!!

And "emotionally moderate"---- what do you suppose that means to other people? I felt it was nice. It was, wasn't it? If not, now we can add 'gullible' to my list.

Whole bunch of crap

I should've been on The Real World. It would've been really good.

Husband went to New Orleans with some of his fellow manfriends. He has a burn on his finger and he picked up a body piercing because he thought it was a nail. He says he didn't want the stripper to accidentally step on a nail. I don't buy it.

Had a fabulous birthday celebration with one of my favorite ladies. Happy Birthday! You are such a great friend and you keep us smiling, and we love you for it!

I go to the gym now. I see changes already and I LIKE it. A lot.

Got a mystery valentine in the mail. Actually it was for Buddha. If anyone wants to clue me in, please do so. The anonymous valentine with no return address kind of scares me a tad.

Still reading the Outlander series. I picture Jamie as the redheaded doctor, Owen, from Grey's Anatomy. He should play him in the movie.

Planning a girls trip. It's a Nashville sequel. But not to Nashville.

The next few months are packed... baby showers, birthday parties, plays, auctions, etc. You name it, I'm doing it. And I love it. I'm helping plan a baby shower and it's gonna be goooood.

My birthday is Friday. I will be 30.

When I grow up...

We're all proud of Husband, he busts his hump and gives us a fabulous life. He has to travel a lot. Last year he was gone at least 5 days a week for about 8 months. But what does he do? The world may never know. It involves weird computer stuff I don't understand... and apparently, neither does Buddha. We were talking about what he wants to be when he grows up, and the usual fireman and truck driver came up. Then I asked him what daddy does, and his answer... "Daddy's a pilot. He flies airplanes." When we see airplanes I always tell him daddy's on an airplane going to work... and well, he made a connection.

The best part is... it was so much easier to let him think Daddy's a pilot rather than some kind of software thingamajiggy... so I just smiled. Then when I told Husband that Buddha thought he was a pilot, his response was somewhere along the lines of "Cool! Pilots are awesome!"

Are we letting Buddha think something that isn't accurate? Yes. Does it matter when he's only 3 years old? I really hope not.

Doubt? Nah.

My quote of the day calendar tells me stuff, everyday. The other day it told me this one:

"The whole problem with the world is that fools and fanatics are always so certain of themselves, but wiser people so full of doubts." -Bertrand Russell

I am constantly in a state of doubt. Am I doing the best I can as a mother? Am I still being the wife I promised to be? Is it all in balance? Do I show my friends what they mean to me? How do I know what the right thing is?

These questions go on and on, and I kind of feel sorry for my Husband and closest friends... as they are the ones who have to hear so much of my self-doubt. But after seeing that quote and thinking about it, I realized that it's not self-doubt. It's a sign that I'm thoughtful and that I'm not a fool.

I'm reflective. Shield your eyes.

Happy Valentine's Day my Cam.

 

You got your very first valentine and the look in your eyes made me glow. You are so loving and so sweet, and so very brave my girl. I'm so happy you were surrounded by so much love this Valentine's day, and every day to come.

Happy Valentine's Day my Buddha.

 

You are an amazing little boy. You have accomplished so much in the past few months and I've never been so proud. You had a whole week full of Valentine fun with all of your friends. I love you my boy.

Buff you

I went to the gym. I lifted stuff and I even broke a sweat. Baby steps... on the way to a rock-hard ass, along with my workout snookies Mommapeas and I'm a Mom.

There was Mommapeas's Gym Granny next to me, frequently warning me not to hit her in the head with my bar. There was a lady who bounced instead of walked. People who bounce make me nervous.

I actually had fun! I'm just scared that this will effect my egg roll intake. Last week, I had egg rolls for lunch 3 days and for dinner 1 night. I have tendencies of the egg roll persuasion.

And my knee burns.

Good night.

Crap day

Friday was a day of craptacular proportions for me.

I locked my keys in my car. I have NEVER done this and felt like a complete tool when I had to call Husband to rescue me.

Buddha cried relentlessly, and held his ear, and cried some more. What was supposed to be a beautiful day out in the sun... turned into a trip to the doctor.

Buddha's ear infection from a few weeks ago never healed, and in turn ruptured his ear drum. Hence his horrible pain. He got a shot of antibiotics and we headed home.

Naptime, blessed be sweet little baby jesus lying in his sleepsack in his baby swing... both kids napped and napped well.

After I looked back on the day, I realized that even y bad days aren't THAT bad. There's some song that Husband likes that says "even at her worst she ain't that bad" and I feel that way about my day to day life. Some people deal with much worse on a daily basis. I am spoiled to have these wonderful kids.

Traumaconomy

So times are hard right now, the economy sucks. But I need to show some gratitude to the crotchety old Husband... it is due to his diligence (along with my willingness) that we have zero credit card debt, and never have had any. We have never over purchased. We don't live extravagantly. We have luxuries, we afford our children things that they don't need but will enrich their lives. I stay at home with my kids and am so utterly grateful for that.

This all hits me when I think about people who are living above their means. People who can barely make their rent or mortgage payment, yet they're out buying "stuff" that is a luxury. People who have no health insurance for their kids, yet they MUST have a Wii. It bothers me. If you have credit card debt, should you be buying anything that is a luxury? Maybe that sounds judgemental, and it might be. But maybe it's just common sense. Everyone should be buckling down right now. It's necessity time, not luxury time. And save your credit cards for emergencies... sometimes credit card debt is necessary. What isn't necessary is a credit card maxed out with frivolous purchases.

My husband is smart; very smart actually. You taught me well, you old miser.

Husband info

Husband has been sleeping in a visor at night lately. He thinks it is hilarious. I do not.

Extreme Makeover: Playroom Edition!

Our playroom is the most used room in the house and deserved some attention. I was formerly using big plastic bins to store the 5,000 toys, but they were always disorganized and messy looking. So the Husband took a trip to a little slice of heaven called Ikea and VOILA! It's a world of difference. All the toys have a place, there's room in the floor to play, and it just feels happier. I even hung some ribbon as a way to display the artwork we make. I used to do this in my classroom and it is a great way to display things without sticking it to the wall, and it looks cute with multi-colored ribbons.

There are no before pictures, mainly because why would I take a picture of a mess? I didn't know how much better it would look or I would have taken some... so use your imagination!