Searching For Something New

I forgot how hard it is to find time to blog! It's even harder now that I have to fight Hayden for computer time. He just gave me a 2 minute warning...so I better think of something to say and FAST!

Right now I'm very sad. I just got my mail and was reading our church bulletin. It turns out that our minister who had recently taken 2 months leave to decided whether or not he was going to retire has decided to retire. It's very upsetting to me. You see, he didn't just hit retirement age and decide he was ready to spend his days on the golf course. He was single-handedly pushed out of our church. By a sour group of members who used to call themselves his friends.

Apparently this group decided that recently his views were too liberal for the United Methodist Church and they didn't stop pushing until he left. He had been the minister of our church for over 12 years. Which was a record for that church; before most ministers had moved on within 6 years.

I personally do not find his views too liberal. Nor apparently do many others as his entire staff has since left the church along with many many members. I'm in limbo. I just quit going during his time off and now that he has made his decision, I'm not sure what to do. I dont really want to stay there with those that were so cruel. But I dont really want to leave either. This is the church I grew up in. But for me, it was because of this minister that all my good memories were held there. That church is where I became a Christian. It's where I found some of my best friends. It's where I was married. It's where my oldest 2 children were baptized.

But do I stay there even though I'm uncomfortable with the people there now, just because the building holds those memories? It's going to be a bumpy ride. I mean there is no staff. There's no permanent minister. Or do I use this time to explore my options and maybe find a church that is more fitting to my families needs. Because obviously...the "liberal" in my old minister which I so agreed with will not be coming back into the church with whoever the new minister is. The people who made it their mission to push him out will not hear of it.

Its just so sad. He's gone. And I'm lost. Making a decision like this that will likely affect my whole family is exhausting! I have looked into our local Vineyard church. It's pretty appealing, but I dont know..there's a lot of hype behind it. Do any of you attend a Vineyard church? If you do...let me know your thoughts!

I'm BAAACCKK!!

I'm so hoping that the people who used to read this blog will find me. I made a new blog and put this blog onto an archive site and then after months and months of being offline I decided I really wanted to go back to Mamaritaville. Unfortunatly, by that time someone else has scooped up my old site address (and is keeping their blog private, BTW) so here I am at http://myowndamnfault.blogspot.com instead of http://mamaritaville.blogspot.com.

Okay. That was boring. Let me give you a quick update before my 2 year old wakes up from her nap and demands my full attention. Let's see. Before I disappeared from this blog, I was *just* pregnant. Now that baby is 5 weeks old and a beautiful baby girl!

Say hello to Kayley!


Hayden and Tara are thriving. Hayden is now 3 1/2 and is loving his role as big brother. He's 100x more independent than he was before, which is good and bad. He's mastered Playhouse Disney Online and spends almost as much time on the computer now as I do. It's a source of conflict between us and he's already pushing for a computer of his own in his OWN room. Not gonna happen!



Tara is more of a diva than ever. She is into everything and since turning 2 at the beginning of the month has started to display major attitude. It's cute, sure. But it's always making me stay awake at night out of fear for the teenage years.

So for now that's that. I really have to go. I hope to be back blogging on at least a 2-3 day/week basis. Just this morning I was thinking I wasn't going to be blogging at all. But yet here I am...I hope to be around to everyone's blogs soon to let you know I'm back! :)

Save Sesame Street!

It seems like PBS is always fighting for it's life! Again, for the 3rd year in a row our President's budget proposal is slashing funding for PBS and even worse, Ready to Learn.

Personally, I believe that the free, educational programming that PBS provides is so important for our impressionable children! In my house, Big Bird is welcome at any time. Sponge Bob on the other hand, has a permanent ban!

How many of us grew up watching Sesame Street? I can still remember a lot of the little segments that are now non-existant. "There's more to a hero than his size, he's just a teeny little super guy." Well, okay, I'm not sure if that's the exact wording, but I know I have most of it right! Remember, he was the little fellow that lived in the cupboard? Oh and whatever happened to Guy Smiley?

I want my kids to be able to continue to enjoy the antics of those lovable puppets. I want them to be able to be an adult like I am looking back fondly on the characters they loved.

Dont let Congress take this away from us. Lets also tell them that this is enough! Leave PBS alone, for good!

If you want to help. Sign the petition at Mom's Rising. They already have over 500,000 signatures! Wouldn't it be great to see that number rise?

Want to read an actual news article on the proposed budget cuts? Go here and inform yourself!

Salmonella??

I have abdominal cramps. Tara has a fever and diarrhea. Could we have salmonella poisioning??

Honestly, I dont know, and I'm not going to the doctor to find out, because neither of us are severe enough for that. But I was on the phone with my mom last night complaining to her about how the two of us weren't feeling well. Five minutes later she called me back to tell me about the recall on Peter Pan peanut butter. She saw it on the news but didn't catch what product number to look for.

Today, before I even had a chance to check it out online, I read about it from Momma K. (Thank you, Momma K!)

Our jar has the incriminating number 2111 on the lid. So I will be tossing the jar and saving my lid for a full refund..as the above news link tells me to do. I sure hope I dont need my receipt!

This recall is also affecting Great Value peanut butter as well..so check those lids too for the number 2111. Its followed by a longer sequence of numbers, but those dont matter. Believe me, I double checked. I didn't want to waste a whole jar of peanut butter if I could help it!

I guess this will be the end of my love for Peter Pan. I sure will miss him. He's been my favorite since I was a baby!! I just can't see myself buying it again after this. But then again, I thought the same thing about Taco Bell after their lettuce problem, and I just ate dinner from there Monday night, so I guess only time will tell.

Valentine's Day = Overrated

Yesterday I wasn't online. I was actually feeling pretty good so I decided to spend the day catching up on laundry. So, today I had a lot of blog reading to catch up on. Wow, where there a lot of Valentine's Day posts! And a lot of those posts were from unhappy wives.

We dont really celebrate Valentine's Day here. Our anniversary is in two weeks, and we really feel that our anniversary is the day to spend too much money celebrate our love. Not Valentine's Day, the day that has become so commercialized that people feel that they HAVE to celebrate!

I don't need my husband to buy me flowers and gifts to make me feel special on Valentine's Day. I dont even need a card. Just the fact that he snuggled a little closer to me on the couch last night was enough.

In my eyes, Valentine's Day is a day to recognize your love. There's no need for expensive presents and/or dates. I dont need a stuffed hippo with wiggling ears to know my husband loves me, nor do I need to spend hours getting ready for an over-priced meal at an over-crowded restaurant for my husband to know I love him.

We told each other Happy Valentine's Day. We held hands while watching American Idol. And then we held each other while we fell asleep. It was the perfect Valentine's Day. No pressure. No hurt feelings. No stress over how to top it next year.

I love him. He loves me. That's all either of us needed to know yesterday.

Oh Hell No!

My Baby Shaker post was meant to be funny. I wouldn't want the contraption because I know how much a baby kicks when you're in your 9th month and I KNOW that the bells would irritate me. My husband LOVES me and he LOVES our children and unborn child. He really enjoyed being able to feel Hayden and Tara kick when they were inside of me...it just gets tiring after awhile..whether your the PROUD papa-to-be or the bloated expectant mother.

But apparently what my post really meants was that my husband doesn't love me and I have no family to enjoy my miracle with.

Vicki had this to say:

I have to say that first, having a "perfect child", I can understand why you would say those comments before even seeing something.

My first husband was not a nice person and pretty much didn't care when my stomach was turning upside down when our baby was in my stomach. He made me feel like he had nothing to do with the baby and I was all by myself. When our little boy kicked for the first time, I was excited, but he made the experience dreadful, He just didn't care. I am sorry if anyone has to have childbirth in that manner. I have been there.

I remarried and am expecting a little girl. My new husband surprised me with the baby shaker. At first I didn't understand it until we were sitting there one night and the bells rang. I moved because I felt the baby kick me but to have my husband react out loud before I did was wonderful. If you have a family to share the experience of life with you,…….. that is what the baby shaker is about. I have friends that have experience the kicking and the movement of my little girl with me and she is not even born yet. Now instead of telling them that my baby is kicking, they too, get to be there with me. Having friends and family that care to experience this with me is the most wonderful thing I could ever imagine.

I am sorry if you are pregnant and you have to carry this alone... you really don't have to be alone. I am not alone this time around.

Thank You Baby Shaker…....who ever you are.

Screw you, Vicki. I'm not alone, my husband loves me and I'm sorry if you picked a loser the first time around. But I didn't. And I dont appreciate you implying that I did.

Seriously, don't I have a right not to like something? Dont I have a right to tell you that I dont like the idea of something? Or that I think it's a waste of money for me? I believe I specifically wrote that you may not find the idea as amusing as I did.

That post was not an invitation to "feel sorry" for my poor alone pitiful self. I have 2 kids, a husband, 3 stepkids, a mother who lives 5 minutes away, a dad and a brother who visit from out of town, and aunts and uncles out the ass.

I couldn't be alone if I tried!

I'm Calling For A Hibernation

*updated link below*

I'd love to post all about the crazy stories that happened over the weekend, but it's too painful to do. I'll just say that I spent the whole day yesterday crying...and I dont care to elaborate more than that. I will add; it had nothing to do with anything my dad did. And Hayden had a wonderful party, he was unaware of everything else going on.

Today we're bracing for the huge snow/ice storm that is expected to hit us sometime tomorrow morning. I am begging my husband to cancel work tomorrow because of it. It's going to get nasty. The last time they called for a snow/ice storm like this, parts of our town were without electricity for a week. (We lucked out and only lost it for 16 hours.) If that happens again this year, we wont be so lucky. If we lose it, we'll probably be out for awhile since we now live in a rural area.

I know I probably sound like I'm overreacting...and I really hope I am. But, I'm pregnant. And in a pregnant woman's mind...a storm that's forcasted like this, has me convinced that no one I love needs to be out driving at all tomorrow.

I'm going to go make my grocery list now. Yes, I'm planning on being one of those crazy people at the grocery story tonight stocking up on obscene amounts of food and water in case the worst happens. ( I swear, I'm usually not like this...it's all hormones! )

Happy Birthday, Hayden!

Today my baby boy is 3. He's enjoying the fact that it's his birthday and he can not wait until his party tomorrow. He's so excited about the presents, the cake, getting to see family we dont get to see all the time, and did I mention the presents? Even his imaginary friend, Fish, is going to be in attendance.

Listening to all of his excitement, I just couldn't stop myself from reminising about the infamous 1st Birthday party that we threw for him. What H-E-L-L!


Since it was my baby's first birthday I had to go all out. I invited everyone we knew and went all out on the menu and making the cake. I was especially excited about the cake. I had made sure that for his entire first year he had never had a bite of any cake so that on his 1st birthday he'd really get to dig in and relish in his first sugar-high! I was so excited!

So the party got started at 1 in the afternoon. Of course Hayden had sensed all of my stress excitement and refused his nap before hand. Luckily we were having the party at my mom's house so she was there during the whole set up and was able to help me and keep Hayden amused while I set out the appetizers while finishing cooking the main lunch. Soon after getting all set up, our guests arrived and so did the gifts. It looked like Christmas morning in my mom's living room! Except it was ALL for Hayden!

We did the presents first and Hayden could have cared less. I wanted him to look at everything and sit nicely on my lap, but that was a joke. He spent the whole hour sitting on the floor playing with some annoying ball popping machine that a friend of ours got for him. Needless to say, it was my husband's idea to open that up before the rest of the presents were opened. I was not amused.

After presents came lunch. I was already a little pissed. Hayden was very pissed. He didn't want to sit in his high chair and he didn't want his hat on. (see above picture). As I was making up his plate, there was silence from the screaming demon behind me. I turned around to see my dad holding a fork and pure bliss written across Hayden's face.

No. He. Didn't.

I whipped around to look at my cake, only to find a forkful taken out of a corner. MY DAD HAD FED MY SON HIS VERY FIRST BITE OF CAKE! The screaming was heard even by the guests in the other rooms of the house. I was beyond mad. There was steam coming out of my ears and tears pouring out of my eyes. Who did he think he was? (you also have to know that my dad and I have a strained relationship, thanks to his drinking, and I didn't really even want him there in the first place).

In my eyes, Hayden's birthday was ruined. Ruined. I still haven't been able to forgive my dad for that. He wasn't invited to Hayden's 2nd birthday. But this year he is. I'm hoping it goes a little more smoothly since we're just having a big family dinner, instead of a party with everyone we know.

The only concern to me is that...my dad now lives 2 hours away. So he's arriving tonight and staying through Sunday...

Heaven help us all.

Anyway, Happy Birthday to my Baby Boy! I can not believe that you are now 3. I'm scared to blink, because if I do...who knows how old you'll be when I open my eyes!

Baby Shaker

One of my favorite things about being pregnant is reading all of the pregnancy and baby magazines with a renewed interest. I hadn't picked up a BabyTalk since Tara was about 3 months old until I found out I was pregnant again. I get bored reading them after awhile. It's like once you have that baby, who needs a magazine, you have living-proof of anything and everything those magazines have to say. But, when I'm pregnant(even though I have other kids) I love to read the magazines and dream about how everything the articles say, I will do...and of course I will in turn have a perfect pregnancy and a perfect baby.

While reading through a past issue if BabyTalk that my doctor's office had included in their "Congratulations Your Pregnant" bag, I stumbled across an advertisement for this.

If you start cracking up laughing, don't feel bad, I did too. Who knows, maybe you wont find it funny at all..but the thought of putting that strange contraption on my belly so that my baby can tell me "hi" is ridiculous!!

After checking out their website I got to laughing even harder.

Not since the sonogram has there been anything so exciting for parents waiting for their child’s birth!

Oh really? Do they really think a mother needs to put a huge eyesore on top of her already incredibly swollen natural eyesore to know that her baby is in their playing kickball with her ribcage?

Priceless to Capture on a still or video camera for precious memories!

I dare someone to put that thing on my belly and take a picture...go ahead and just try it.

In a way I'm not surprised that a man invented this. A woman gets to sit around all day feeling that evil spawn kicking the crap out of her insides precious miracle making it's life known all day every day; she doesn't need a jingle bell and waving flag to make that known. So, in theory, a father would love to have that life be known to him every possible moment that the mother does.

But then I remember very vividly while pregnant with both of my kids how I would jump and yell for Will to feel my stomach everytime the baby would kick. I remember the first few days of it being so exciting for us both. I remember Will getting totally bored and then annoyed with me that I would bother him every time. And then I remember me complaining after awhile because it was exhausting and painful and even a tad annoying. The thought of either him or I getting excited over a bell ringing during American Idol every few seconds makes me laugh.

I could just see it getting slammed against a wall by my husband because it disturbed our show one too many times. Or buried in the backyard because on top of me having to deal with constant kicking and punching, I now have to be disturbed by the tinkling of bells.

So no, I will not be investing $21.95 for the Baby Shaker. But if you're pregnant and would like some peace and quiet from your husband, this may be your ticket. Just slap that baby right up on your belly and let the jingling begin. I dont think it will take long before the novelty wears off and your husband heads for the solitude of his garage. And then you'll have the TV all to yourself!

Loving father, Ken Duncan; I admire the fact that you truly loved enjoying your unborn child. I think it's a great idea...just not for most of us hormonally driven pregnant women with husbands who honestly do not want to know how often their unborn child is causing discomfort to the woman he loves.

Oh and the name itself....well I can only say that I can just imagine the internet hits your site gets.

February, Dreaduary

It's February. The only month of the year that makes my head spin...even more than the holiday season. We have so much going on this month that this year I wish I could just skip it all. I'm tired. I'm nauseas (even while taking the Zofran). I just would like to skip February this year.

Both of Will and my's siblings have birthday's this month.

Hayden's 3rd birthday is this month.

Then there's Valentines Day.

Will and my's 2nd Anniversary is this month.

Oh, Super Bowl Sunday is now this month...didn't it used to always be in January?

Plus, this year I've got Hayden starting Sunday School, and although I'm really excited for it, it's just more things that we have going on!

It may not sound like a lot, but it really is. And I'm just too tired to deal with February this year. Oh how I wish I could just hibernate for this one month!

A Personal Revival

Yesterday I went to church for the first time in months. I've really been feeling that I needed to make some changes within myself so that I can better my family. First and foremost in my mind was to strengthen my faith. I dont know why I felt so strongly that that was what I needed to do, but I did it anyway.

Once I got to church the answer was there. The sermon touched me in a way no other sermon had. Some of the points that my minister made pushed me into realizing that I'm not going to be able to better the life of my family without first living a God-centered life. Now, I knew all of this deep down. But sometimes it has to be spelled out for you over and over before you finally GET it.

Let me just say; I got the message this time!

Not only did I decided to join a Sunday night Bible Study (which I attended last night). But I found out that starting this Sunday Hayden can begin going to Sunday School. And because I'll be taking him to Sunday School the hour before church begins, I'll be joining my own Sunday School class. Something I haven't done since I was 4 years old!

Hayden's birthday is next week, he'll be 3.. that's why he'll be able to start the class (which is beginning a new session, so he wont be behind) this Sunday. He'll be working on memorizing John 3:16 and on a Sunday in mid-March, his class will get up in front of the church and recite what they've learned!! Then they'll have a party! I'm so excited!! I remember when he was a baby watching all of the little Sunday School kids up there, doing the same thing, and imagining what it would be like when he was able to join them. Now that time is here!!

I just wanted to share this with you all because I truly feel like a change is taking place in my heart and life. I dream of a day when my whole family walks hand in hand into the church. I dream of the day when my husband joins me for the Bible Study while our children benefit from the free childcare in the next room. But, until then (which knowing Will probably will be in the near future, he was so excited hearing my stories last night) I am going to work on me. I plan on benefiting from what a huge blessing that was opened to me yesterday. It was no coincidence that I felt I needed to go back to church. I was meant to be there on that specific day!

One added benefit to my husband coming along with me to Bible Study would be the fact that I wouldn't have to come home to him telling me that he couldn't find any pj's for Hayden; checking in the obvious place, the LAUNDRY ROOM, didn't occur to him. Instead, he dug through a bag of hand-me-downs from his sister's boys and found a pair of footie jammies that had the knees worn out of them and the feet cut off! My son came downstairs this morning looking worse than one of the Lost Boys from Never-Never Land!

Good thing I fed them all dinner before I left...

Update

Well, I didn't have to resort to illegal drugs... ;) ...my OB/GYN prescribed Zofran for me. And it is working wonders!

I feel more like myself than I have in weeks! Not 100%, but I'm actually out of my pj's. A HUGE step in the right direction!

Have a great weekend! I plan to!

One HIGH Momma?

Well I'm desperate for some relief of my nausea, since none of the at-home cures are working and neither is the Phenergan Rx he gave me last week.

That's right I'm DES-PER-ATE.

I was reading this website about different medications prescribed to combat morning sickness. Scroll down until you see the Misc. column. See what the fifth item is on that list...

Marijuana.

I'm waiting on a call-back from my doctor's office. I can pretty much guarantee you that he will not be recommending that I call the kid I knew from highschool who the last I heard was still selling smoke to everyone and anyone who would buy it.

I dont think I'm that desperate...yet.

10 Things About Me

Thanks to Chris I have my blog entry for today. Of course I dont know if I should be thanking her because this is kind of hard.

10 Things About Me

1. I love squirrels! I think they are so darn cute! I even have a small collection of them (fake, not real ones!)

2. I can't watch the movie Field Of Dreams because the "If you build it, they will come" part scares the crap out of me! My husband and his boys think it's hilarious and they'll wait until I'm in a room alone and then they'll sit outside the door and whisper that. It usually induces blood-curdling screams out of me! Seriously.

3. I started blogging as A Tight Knit Mom. You can still go there and read the archives. I'll delete it someday, but I need to print out all of the posts before I do that.

4. I love to knit and cross-stitch. I haven't been able to do either lately because they both make my nausea worse.

5. I want to move to Clearwater, FL more than anything. (or somewhere in that surrounding area) My husband lived there for 8 years with his first wife and kids and he's dying to move back. Of course we probably never will because his kids are here.

6. If we did move down there, my mom would have to come along. Neither of us could stand to be apart for too long.

7. I used to sell Mary Kay when Punk was born. I actually thought I'd have the time to grow that business. hahahaha!! Stupid mistake. Dont let those Mary Kay ladies get ahold of you...they're scary!!! I'd love to find a work at home job...but it'll probably never happen. :(

8. I have a serious TV addiction. Especially since we got our DVR. We never watch live TV. We always have something to watch on the DVR while the shows that are on are recording. Right now we're 5 episodes behind on ER and 4 behind on Desperate Housewives.

9. I am mad at Good Housekeeping because I always get my subscription 2 weeks after I see the magazine on the newsstand! Such a piece of crap! I'll never win any of their "first 100 to enter" contests because people without the subscriptions are getting the chance first! I thought the point to having a subscription was to get it before you could buy it at the newsstand!?

10. I hate to shop for clothes. I really do. I'm so not a girl in that aspect. Just the thought of going into a clothing store induces a panic attack. You'd think I'd have no style and not care what I was wearing because of that, but it's not true. I do want to be in style...I think it's just the thought of spending money on clothes that sets it off!

The End.

I'm not going to tag anyone, but if you want to do this on your own blog...let me know and I'll link to you.

I'm Just Not That Into Her

My husband's ex-wife is harrassing me! I had to email her our picture's from 19's graduation party a few months ago and ever since then she has been sending me forwards. Unfortunatly, it didn't stop there.

She apparently joined a new MySpace-wannabe website and she invited me to join. The other day I got one of those automated emails from the site saying "Are you Ex's Friend? Yes or No Click One."

I, of course was not falling into this trap, so I just deleted the email. I just dont want to join the stupid site. I have a PRIVATE MySpace page and I dont even like it! I just can't delete it because I like being able to snoop on what people I knew in highschool are doing now. It's really funny sometimes! But I dont want to go joining ever generic out there.

So now she keeps sending me invites. I really dont want to click the NO I'M NOT YOUR FRIEND BUTTON, because who knows what kind of drama that may start. So, I guess I'll just continue to ignore her. Just like I ignore the forwards. I never respond, I never send on my own.

I just wish I knew why she insists on all of this. I can guaran-damn-tee you that I would never invite her to be my friend on some website. No way, no how.

Any suggestions, or do you think I should go right on ignoring her. It seems to not be working, but is the most polite thing I can think to do. I really dont want to respond, I dont like her enough for that!

One more, off the subject, thing: I mentioned yesterday that there was a site that I picked first but I couldn't in good conscience link to her. Well she commented and promised me that she'll work hard to get that "offensive" post off of her front page, so she's going on my blogroll! :) Check her out at Diary of a Crazed Mommy.

A New Read For Me

I'm really trying to get myself back into blogging like I used to be. I really am. I promised myself when I logged on to the internet today that I was going to post a blog entry. I sat here for ever just staring at my screen. Nothing was coming to me. SO I decided to go searching my blog roll hoping that by some off the wall chance someone would have tagged me for a meme. I just wanted to post something!!

What I found was no meme(thank goodness), but a small challenge from Karen over at Troll Baby. She wanted her readers to discover a new blog that they enjoyed and then spend time getting to know all about it. I thought it would be really easy and I'd be back on the couch in a matter of minutes wallowing in my "morning sickness" misery. But it actually took a lot more time than I could have ever imagined!

The first one that I really liked and wanted to use had a post devoted to wishing the Florida Gators well in beating MY Ohio State Buckeyes in the National Championship game...so although her blog was good, I could not in good conscience use her as my pick. ;)

So this is the one that I finally found. It's unique in it's own way, and actually captivates me enough to want to continue reading.

Not Calm (dot com)

She has 4 kids ranging in age from 9 to 3 and I couldn't help but want to read her blog. Mainly for selfish reasons. I'm hoping that through her writing I'll be able to get some sort of idea of what my life will be like down the road with my 3, since they'll all be close in age like her 4.

I'd love to elaborate more, but because I just spent the last two hours searching for and then reading this new blog. I am very tried and my stomach is very unsettled! I need to go lie down, or puke, or something. So please...ignore me and all of my whiny-ness and go read this new blog! It's good. And comes complete with pictures of squirrels! My favorite animal...although after reading her post...I'm glad I haven't experienced them like she has!!

It's Not You...

Well, I'm not doing a good job at sticking to any of my New Year Resolutions, but what's done is done, I'm here now.

I've been missing for so long because I am suffering from severe "morning" sickness. I have to deal with intolerable nausea from the time I wake up until the time I go to bed. My OB has prescribed me Phenergan, but because taking a whole pill or even a half a pill knocks me out cold, I'm reduced to taking a quarter of one. (I heard about a drug called Zofran that would not make me drowsy at all, but when I asked, the nurse said he will not prescribe me anything else.) Although taking a quarter of the Phenergan pill does not knock me out, it doesn't really do much for my nausea either. As long as I sit somewhere perfectly still, I can actually enjoy a few minutes of comfort. But the minute I stand up, or even reach for my water bottle, the waves of nausea are back.

I'm miserable.

So please forgive me for not blogging as often as I used to. I still have been checking my email and even getting on Yahoo! IM at least 3 days a week. So it's not like I'm never online, it's just that when you feel sick all of the time; creativity is something of the past. I haven't even been reading blogs because honestly, all of your creativity just pisses me off. Who do you people think you get to be so quirky and fun while I'm so sick and have no one to take care of me?

Well, I do have my husband, and he's trying, but the fact of the matter is; he's not here all day long. And I need him (or someone!) here with me all day. My house is a mess, my laundry has fallen behind, my kids are literally living in their jammies because planning outfits for them is just too much work. And me...well I'm lucky if I get a shower, let alone put on make-up or even brush my hair.

I am going to try to post more regularaly, but if I go missing for days on end...please understand. It's not you, it's me!

MY New Year Resolutions

1. To rejoin Flylady. I was a much happier person with a MUCH cleaner house when I followed her system. (the complete story as to why I decided to put up with the millions of emails a day to follow tomorrow!)

2. To call my younger brother who lives in the city once every week. He may be 21 with lots of friends and lots of parties to attend, but he gets homesick. I need to make that effort to call him more often!!

3. To blog on a regular basis.

That's it. Last year my resolution was to send out birthday cards. That turned out successfully and is now a regular habit, not something that I have to try real hard to achieve.


What are your New Year Resolutions?