10 Minute Photo Shoot

Justin needed to take some pictures for some illustrations in his Journalism class at school so Sam and I were models! 

Here they are! 

These two were probably the sweetest. He's such a jolly kid. 

See... jolly. 

And really interested in grass.

This one is probably my favorite. I heart him! 

This one is also high up on my favorites. 

This one just cracks me up. He is his mother's child. He is jolly 90% of the time... sometimes more. But he got my "vibrant" facial expressions FOR SURE!

What is...

What is something you dislike about yourself?
     How easy it is to hurt my feelings.
What is something you do well?
     Laugh
 What is your favourite room in your home and why?
    Sam's room... because he has a room! 
 What is a good neighbour?
    State Farm?
What is the worst thing parents can do to their children?
    Abuse them for their own  personal desire
What is your favourite time of day?
     Morning... its quiet
What is your idea of a dull evening?
     No one calls me
What is the best way to treat meddlesome people?
     With love and a healthy dose of ignoring
What is something you are optimistic about?
     A cure for cancer
What is something you are pessimistic about?
     Human stupidity
What is your most indispensable possession and why?
     I would be really hurt if my childhood Bible was ruined, or my grandma's wedding ring
What is the meaning of "He laughs best who laughs last"?
     They truly get it and aren't willing to pretend
What is your favourite song and why?"
     This is like asking me what is your favorite food. I like lots of songs and several make me cry. It depends on my mood really. Currently... "That's Not My Name" Ting Tings, "Fancy" Reba, "Lights Went Out in Georgia" Reba and several sad ones I'd rather not name.

What is the best birthday present you ever received?
    I'm not that into gifts so I rarely remember them... cleaning for me? a massage? 
What is the best birthday present you could receive?
     Anything really thoughtful.
What is something that makes you feel sad?
     Thinking about losing family members
What is your favourite book and why?
     To Kill a Mockingbird... it is very wise
What is something that really bugs you?
     Ignorance, selfishness, breathing loud, and smacking
What is something that really makes you angry?
     Ignorance, selfishness, hurting children
What is the best advice you ever received?
     If you wouldn't be proud of it, don't do it.
What is your favourite holiday? What makes this holiday special?
     Mother's Day! Because it is just the best one ever created! I get to celebrate my wonderful blessing... what is better than that? 

What is your favourite day of the week?
     I don't have one. I don't hate Mondays. I don't look forward to Fridays. They are all just days.  What is your favourite month? Why?
     Don't have one of those either. October for the weather (as well as April), December for time off, June because its summer and my birthday and anniversary... you see the trend.

God Is Not A White Man

I just watched this video. Its pretty spectacular.


God Is Not A White Man


Thoughts?

The House that Haunts Me

This could be a long one... you've been warned...

My job: I love my job. I am a hall director which means I am in charge of 350 students, 10 Resident Assistants, around 5 Lobby Managers, and a full time Night Clerk. I handle judicial cases, budget, programming, etc... basically keep the building running without much alert to the higher ups. A part of this is to respond to emergencies at all hours of the night. This means I'm bound my contract to live here. This is a great thing actually becuase along with not paying rent, I don't pay utilities or anything else associated with apartment living (and its a really nice apartment).

The situation: This is hopefully (fingers crossed) my last year in my current position. This means I should be able to live off-campus next year and no longer have zero privacy. This is all provided that a new job is created, I apply for it and get it. We are a growing department so this is a very real possibility but there is always that possibility that it doesn't happen.

So Justin and I are in a unique situation of trying to find a house that we want to buy that we may or may not be able to buy or move into.

House We Love Round 1:

We went swimming one Saturday and decided to drive around some neighborhoods and just look around. We saw this one house that we both really liked and noticed it was for sale.

Beautiful right? Love this house! We got out and peaked in the windows... loved it. Just went to the backyard and noticed it was unlocked! We went inside... LOVED IT!

Justin called the realtor and left a message. She calls us back the next day (after we couldn't sleep wondering about this house) and they were about to accept an offer on it.

:-(

So we moved on.

House We Love Round 2:

A month or so later, I get an email that this listing has been updated. I go look and it has come down in price $10,000.... that's right... TEN GRAND! So Justin calls again and the lady who was going to buy it lost her job and its back on the market now AND the bank wants to short sell it.

So we are all excited again thinking maybe this is it! We go to the bank to find out what we can get pre-approved for. Turns out our credit is great and we start signing applications. One particular page was about having to move into the house within 60 days of closing...

FRICK!

I can't do that. I would have to quit my job to do that. A couple of things wrong with that... 1) I love my job and have no intentions of quiting. 2) If I were allowed to do that by some weird act of God, I wouldn't be okay with it. The building needs someone there to respond to emergencies. It just isn't feasible and I couldn't do as good of a job staying in another town, no matter how close it is.

My Anxiety: So turns out spending money makes me extremely uncomfortable. Any time Justin and I have had to spend a significant amount of money (furniture, car,  etc) I turn into a walking ball of stress. I get tense and nervous. Most of me wants to throw up.

Yesterday was no exception. Except for we are spending thousands of dollars (potentially) so its only magnified. I was on the verge of a panic attack, I promise. I really did think I was going to throw up at one point. I was having chest pains. Real anxiety.

All of that for nothing... again.

So now, Justin and I have a deal that we are not LOOKING, INQUIRING, or ANYTHING RELATED TO REALTY until the date reads 2011. Until then... all bets are off... I can't handle the stress.

I Think I'm Getting Fatter

Hear me out...


As I write this I'm enjoying a lovely cup of chocolate milk. And trust me it is lovely. But it is a little too chocolately. Which brings me to the fat comment.

Way back in the days of childhood, I'd go to the kitchen, pour me a glass of milk, and I'd go get the chocolate syrup, begin to squeeze... and it would take FOREVER to get enough chocolate in the cup. And back in those days, I was no chocolate fanatic like I am today. I just enjoyed it. But I'd squeeze and squeeze and squeeze... then stir and stir and stir... and still barely enough chocolate to afford it the name chocolate milk.

Now I go to make my chocolate milk and I'm still squeezing like I did when I was five... and its all syrupy! Way more chocolate comes out than it used too!

I still squeeze for just a long (which is the problem I'm sure), but I can't break away from the childhood habit. It's very frustrating.

So here is my thoughts on this phenomenon...

In the last 15 - 20 years, the engineering of the Hershey's bottle has dramatically increased. My brain's capacity to adjust for this feat of engineering, however, has not.

And as a result, I'm getting fatter. Because even now, after knowing if I squeeze the bottle just as much as I did if I was a kid it will be really syrupy... I can't stop myself.

Arizona and my day thus far

Dear Arizona,

Get over yourself. Like what you have done already isn't enough, now you just want to directly go against the constitution. Secede from the union please. We no longer need you. You and Texas, get together, have an ignorant party together, start your own ignorant country, and leave the rest of us alone.


Now that I have that out of my system... I'd like to tell you about my day thus far.

We have orientation today at work and I need to be wearing my housing polo. I get up this morning and get dressed doing just that. I then go run some errands for work. I come home for lunch, pick up my son, and SPLAT! Spit up all over my housing polo.

FRICK!

It isn't salvageable. I know that. I"m going to have to change. And I'm thinking about this as my son decides to pee on me as I'm changing his diaper.

DOUBLE FRICK!

Now I need to change my pants too. Not a problem. I go find some pants and put my other polo (that doesn't match the other one but is still technically a housing polo) and put it in the dryer to dewrinkle.About 10 minutes later I realize the dryer isn't going anymore. I go to check on it. Somehow... my last housing polo instead of getting de-wrinkled... gets wadded up into a ball with a string wrapped all around it. Now it is sufficiently 1000 times more wrinkled and I have 10 minutes before I have to go back to work.

TRIPLE FRICK!

You just have to laugh at days like today... LOL