First off, isn’t the new design awesome? Chris did it for me and I love it. We’re trying to decide if it needs a little something else, but we can’t really figure out what right now. Suggestions are always welcome. I’m hoping for a “if you build it, they will come” scenario. But if that doesn’t work, whatever, it still looks stellar. Plus, it’s my own domain name. EEK! I got exactly what I wanted for our anniversary, and I didn’t have to drop hints. He had no idea I’d be so thrilled about something so completely geeky.
Second off, there are two gatherings to look forward to every summer for my family. The first being the adult birthday dinner, where my parents take all their children and their childrens’ respective partners out to dinner to do just one huge birthday dinner where we make homemade cards for everyone but my sister and Chris. They share a dinner gathering in November. The second being the kids’ birthday party, where all the nieces and nephews (except my oldest niece since she was born in January) share a birthday party. Last night was the birthday dinner, and instead of doing the normal finding a nice place to eat, talk and drink, we went bowling. It was an awesome time had by all, but after two and a half hours, I’m in so much pain as far as my abdomen goes. I can barely walk, and so I’m kind of stuck on the couch, which blows because I have laundry I need to do and it’s not going to do itself. But my god, it feels like Kinley is going to fall out with every step I take. And what sucks even more than needing to do laundry with all this pain?? Having to pee every couple of minutes and being forced to walk to the bathroom to do such an inconvenient thing. Ugh, only 13 more weeks at the most.
I had a strange dream kind of thing this morning. Caitlin is still sick, so when she woke up at 500, I went and brought her into the bedroom to lay down with me and Chris, hoping she’ll manage to rest up to kick this cough. I was still half asleep while I was settling her into bed with me and she was drinking her milk, grabbing at mouth, trying to feel my teeth. And as she was doing this, for some odd reason, I imagined she was working for TSA. She was examining my teeth to let me board a plane, but I wasn’t going to be allowed on because she found traces of steak in my teeth.
I didn’t even eat steak last night…
My Mom, My Inspiration
My mom has always been the kind of mom who made sure her kids had not only what they needed, but what they wanted. We always went to bed the night before our birthday or on Christmas Eve confident we were getting exactly what we wanted for the next day. A key ingredient to being a good mom, going to extreme lengths to ensure your child’s happiness, sometimes, but not always, involving presents.
Another key ingredient my mom has? Support. We can always rely on her to be there for us if we need her. If we need a ride to work because our car is dead or has a flat tire? If she’s not able to do it, she’ll find someone who can. A shoulder to cry on when things are going bad? She’ll be there, sometimes with advise we don’t necessarily want to hear at that time, but she’s always right. Money for a lawyer, or to pay an electric bill, or something else? She’ll help. Her willingness to always help and find a way to help us has always taught us we can rely on her when we need. She’s always been a constant source of comfort and friendship, not only to us, but to our spouses and our friends. My mom has always been called “mom” by many more than just the five of us.
Recently, my parents decided to undertake the frustrating adventure of weight loss. And both have done extremely well, especially my mom. I won’t reveal the personal details of her achievements, but she has done such an incredible job! She is doing such an amazing job. Even when she reached what seemed like an infinitely long plateau, she didn’t just give up and accept defeat. She took a break, and then kept on going. She’s not a more beautiful version of herself (I’m not denying that she looks great), but a thinner, healthier, more CONFIDENT version. She even tried on a tankini when we went bathing suit shopping for her.
I’m so proud of how she has stuck with it and with the results she is receiving. She is sticking this through until she gets to her goal, which to me is awesome since many people give up. She’s inspired me to stick with blogging and writing even if I don’t get the results I want right away. And, of course she has those key ingredients of being a good mom, so when I need to brag about a small achievement, she’s there to listen.
Mom, I’m so proud of your hard work and proud of you!! I love you!!
Even as I write this, my mom is preparing to help me today. She doesn’t let us down.
I think I created a monster…
So, after spending hours helping me with my new look and making me cool RSS Feed and Twitter buttons, Chris has decided he wants to start his own blog as well. A comic blog to be exact, where he’ll be using his mad Photoshop skills and drawing things. Because, just like me, he doesn’t receive enough attention and credit for his creative, albeit odd, being. And I completely supported him, thinking “YEA! DO IT! You’re so good at this. And people will go to my blog and be like, ‘OMG, who is her web designer?’ And I’ll tell them ‘Only my super amazing husband, go look at his blog and see what other ridiculous things he does with Photoshop!’ And they’ll be like, ‘Here’s all our money!! Be my web designer!!’” And it will be amazing. And since I’m such the supportive wife, I agree with his idea to make a super hero comedy comic strip for his blog.
And then he showed me his idea for his superhero…I won’t mention it here, since he is almost done making his first strip and then will be posting it on his own site. And I was not so shocked since I know his sense of humor. I will, however, say, some might not find it as funny as he certainly does, and I do as well. It’s not really offensive, just…not humorous (I know you are all dying to know what it could possibly be, let’s just say it involves a handicap symbol). Unfortunately, I can’t say I didn’t lend a little bit of a hand. I helped him think up the arch-nemesis, which might be slightly offensive. What can I say? We share the same sick sense of humor.
I’m pretty sure we’re going to hell now. And the worse part about it? My Twitter “follow me” button is currently on the fritz and he’s too busy with his comic to help me fix it. He’s forcing me to do it myself. I need to hire a new web designer.