Friday, October 30, 2009

Dreams are definitely altered reality...I hope.

I woke up in all sort of a panic...with a grueling headache on the right side.

I vividly remember my dream...vividly. I think all the stress from my dream is what gave me that wicked headache I'm still trying to fight off with tylenol and half decaf/half regular dunkin donuts coffee.

Let me explain.

I had the baby already...and I was home the next day after going home from the hospital by myself. In real life, I'm assured this will never happen to me, as I'm making sure Declan uses his vacation for after the baby comes. But, in my dream...I was alone.

I was so tired, and I saw myself waking up at 8am after a good full nights sleep. I looked over, and saw a cradle...and there was my baby boy. I grabbed him in a bit of a panic....

"Oh my gosh--You slept so good, that I forgot to wake you up and feed you last night!!"

He didn't make a peep through the first night, therefore, I neglected my child from the 3-4 hour feedings he needed.

What a horrible, horrible MOM I was...already.

So, I grabbed him, and remember thinking to myself..."ahh..The boob! He feeds on the boob." I whipped it out, and indeed...he fed, for all of 10 seconds before he was 'done'.

I felt like the worst mom ever. In fact, as I started pacing around the house I notice it's in shambles...COMPLETE shambles (which I fully expect to happen when you bring an infant home)...but, it only made me feel worse. Please note: In my dream, my "house" was my parents house. Interesting.

So, then I look down at my sweet little baby boy and think about the fact that I haven't even announced his sweet birth yet on facebook. [Which is of utmost important in this day and age.] Of course, all my friends would want to know his weight...and height....and his name for goodness sakes.

"Wait. What is your name?"


My own child.

I didn't remember what I had named him. In my dream, I remember scrolling through these names:

Is it...? *

Tyler Cade?
Tyler Joel?
Joel Tyler?

ahh-How could I forget?

...and how much did he weigh at birth anyways??

How come I didn't know these things?

The stress level rose, and I believe this is the point where my headache grew and grew.

At this point, I woke myself up. I looked around...and saw no cradle....felt my stomach....realized, there is no baby "here" yet. I have some time. About 5.5 months left to be precise.

I'll have time to pick a name.

I'm pretty sure I'll remember my child's name.

I hope that I'm not too delusional to forget how much my kid weighs either.

But, again? Who knows? I've never done this before.

All in all...the dream freaked me out a little. No, I'm honestly not scared to be a mother. But... one thing I am scared to turn into...? A super stressed out human being. I'm really not that person, and I hope that a baby doesn't change that about me. I like my more laid back personality.

Anyway--that was my odd dream of the day. Pregnancy has given me insanely weird dreams. Like, murder-type killer dreams. Awesome.

*those are not names in the running, fyi. however, I have always been a fan of tyler and joel...I just like the name.

Happy Friday!

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Thankful Thursdays

I am shocked how fast Thursday's really do roll around. Hooray for them--because, tomorrow is Friday. How I love thee.

Today I am thankful.

I'm thankful that I have a warm, cozy house to live in.

I'm thankful that I have a husband who cares about my needs.

I'm thankful for long nights of sleep, that FEEL long. I love that. So much.

I'm thankful that I have an excuse when someone says, "You look tired this morning!" (because it totally just.happened.)

I'm thankful for Mento's...the fruit and strawberry kind.

I'm thankful for seltzer water. It may gross you out, but I love it. Zero calories, and I feel like I'm drinking soda. It also eases my nausea.

I'm thankful that I'll have 13 weeks done, accomplished, under my belt. Then, onto the 2nd trimester. [Wow-thought I'd never get to say that.]

I'm thankful (although at the time, was slightly preturbed) that when I went to zip my black dress pants yesterday they wouldn't even budge. They were a NO-GO. Because? This means, my baby is growing.

I'm thankful that I'm able to comfortably get my hair highlighted. I wanted to get out of the 1st trimester just to be safe. Now? I'm going this weekend. I can't stand this drab look.

I'm thankful that I get to wear jeans to work tomorrow, and it's a half day with students. Yessss. (I love them, I really do. But we all need a break.)

What are you thankful for?

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

The drive-me-crazy flu







were the number of absent kids in each of my classes yesterday. Normally, its odd to have more then one out on any given day.

But 10??

Even 5???

Holy COW.

I have a feeling this will not be getting any better in the coming months...and I hate that feeling.

The sniffles.

The coughs.

The "whoops I forgot to cough in my elbow!"

followed by the snappy, "Go WASH your hands!!!" (yours truly)

The, "I swear I wasn't picking my nose!"

followed by the, "Oh yea? Then what was your finger doing up there? Just resting? GO WASH YOUR HANDS!"

The disinfectant spray for tables that was given to us has had to be refilled already twice in my room. We spray down and wash after every class leaves.

We scrub our hands after every class.

I disinfect with sanitizer every .20 seconds, thus my dry, burning cuticles.

I pray.

Every single morning for protection.

Because I'm really struggling with getting this vaccine. It's a gut thing. A feeling. I don't feel right about it. I hate going against my gut. I dread it. [Please note: If I weren't pregnant. I'd pretty much get it in a heartbeat. Or, not really care about getting it and gutting out the swine flu if need be.]

I walk around 3 times a night with something hanging out of my mouth...

and I'm a classy girl...

so don't go there.

It's my thermometer.

Checking, daily....twice daily....3x daily to make sure I don't have some sudden fever.

It's never been above 98.

So, I know I'm okay.


The oddity in all of this is...I never used to be like this. I never cared. Hardly ever got sick. Wasn't all super panicky about things like this.

But this time?

I blame it on the baby.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Zambian Earring Winner!

Hey ladies,

A few weeks ago I posted about my sisters work she does in Zambia, Africa. She had been raising money for a deaf school to get 30 some mattress for the kids to sleep on, who were previously sleeping on wooden slats.

I opened it up to you lovely girls, and about 9-10 of you donated. Every bit counts! I am proud to say that she reached her goal in 10 days! How amazing is that? God is awesome. Things are already in the works over there getting the mattresses purchased!

So, I promised one of you who donated would be randomly selected to be sent a pair of Zambian-made earrings....

so without further ado....

Trina! You are the winner.

[Email me with your information if you will! I can't wait to send you your earrings.]

Thank you all for your genorousity!

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Not Me! Monday!

I do not feel huge at only 12 weeks. It is not only in my head. [Although, I know there definitely is a bit of a bump there.] I will not look back in a few months and go, "I was so small!"

12 weeks

I did not wake up on Saturday morning and hit the magical 12 weeks, thinking this will be the day my nausea leaves me. I was not thoroughly disappointed when, indeed, it was still there—and hit again in full force Sunday night when I was hugging the porcelain throne.

I did not have a super time with friends (most of which who actually happen to be family, too—they double as friends AND family) on Saturday night, eating Chili’s 3 for 20 meals, carving pumpkins, and eating my homemade delicious apple pie.

I did not forget that I need to post the winner of the Zambian Earrings for those of you who donated to a great cause [The mattress fundraiser.] I will not post the winner tomorrow. Stay tuned...

I did not absolutely love that Sunday was sunny and gorgeous. We did not eat outside at a restaurant with one of those heater thingies blowing over us, pretending it was still summer. No, not us.

I did not go to bed at 9:07pm last night because ‘gahhh another weeeeeek of schoooool!’. I also did not whine. That is so not me.

I did not get an awesome award I’ve never received before from LucieP. I am not grateful (I totally am!). I am not going to do this right.this.very.minute.

Thank you Lucie, dear!


1. You Can Only Use One Word!
2. Pass this along to 6 of your favorite bloggers!
3. Alert them that you have given them this award!
4. Have Fun!

The Fun Part

1. Where is your cell phone? table
2. Your hair? Drab (what? I need highlights! Crap…one word…I fail.)
3. Your mother? lovely
4. Your father? Hard-working
5. Your favorite food? Mexican
6. Your dream last night? Scary
7. Your favorite drink? Dr.Pepper
8. Your dream/goal? SAHM
9. What room are you in? LR
10. Your hobby? blogging
11. Your fear? Teaching forever (gosh, I’m horrible!)
12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Kidsssss!
13. Where were you last night? Sleep
14. Something that you aren’t? Neat Freak
15. Muffins? ChocolateChip
16. Wish list item? SAHM (wish it were that easy!)
17. Where did you grow up? PA
18. Last thing you did? Talk
19. What are you wearing? White
20. Your TV? Off
21. Your pets? Mac
22. Friends? Family
23. Your life? Happy
24. Your mood? Decent
25. Missing someone? No
26. Vehicle? Escape
27. Something you’re not wearing? Eyeliner (dang dog ATE it.)
28. Your favorite store? Target
29. Your favorite color? Hmmm
30. When was the last time you laughed? Today
31. Last time you cried? Yesterday
32. Your best friend? Sisters
33. One place that I go to over and over? School
34. One person who emails me regularly? Chrissy
35. Favorite place to eat? Too many!

I am passing this on to all of you--because I love you.

I mean, "I do not love you". [Must fit with the not-me-theme.]


Silent Sunday's: Pumpkin's are good for two things, pie--and carving.

...our Africa masterpiece (for my lovely sister)

We've got some talented friends and family.

The host's themselves.

Saturday, October 24, 2009

Trust me--you want my apple pie recipe.

I have a special Saturday treat for you lovelies.

As you know, I really don't cook all that well, nor do I really bake. However, there is one thing--that every year, my family requires me to bring to Thanksgiving Dinner, and that is my homemade apple pie.

I'm sorry, but store bought apple pie just doesn't cut it.

I'll admit, this isn't really my recipe, in fact--it's my roommate in college's grandmothers recipe (whoo--what a mouthful).

It's SO simple.

It's delicious.

So here it goes:

Pie Crust:

You can go one of two ways. You can buy the Betty Crocker mix thats all done for you, just add water. Or, you can make it like this [The real home-made way!]:

2 level cups All-Purpose Flour
1 level teaspoon salt
3/4 level cup Crisco All-Vegetable or Butter-flavored Shortenin
5 tablespoons cold water

Roll out, and put in a 9" pie pan (I use my pyrex glass pie thingy..)
I trim access around the edges, and then use my fingers to make a fancy ridge along the pie "crust". I'm cool like that.

Set aside, and you do not have to pre-bake.

The apple part:

6-7 large baking apples (I used granny smith this time, or a mix of whatever I have!), peel the apples, and then cut into 8-12 slices. (Just preference....)

Mix (with slices in large bowl):
1/2 cup sugar
1/4 cup flour
3/4 tsp. cinnamon

[When you mix it all up, coat all the apples--the moisture from the apples will almost make it liquid]

Put slices in the unbaked pie crust. [I sometimes lay them in a cute way--but, you can just pile them! They will shrink down, don't worry if its overflowing.]

For Topping:

Mix together 1/2 cup sugar and 1/2 cup flour
Sprinkle on top.
Cut 8 tbsp of butter into slices, and lay on top. [I never said it was healthy!]
Sprinkle with cinnamon.

Like so:

Bake 375 for 45 minutes to an hour...and it should look like this:

Serve with vanilla ice cream and warm the pie--you will have a mouthwatering masterpiece.


Friday, October 23, 2009

Ouch, Ooo...ah.

My brain hurts.

No, actually, my head hurts.

Actually, to be more specific, if you put your fingers behind your ears--yes, there-that is exactly where it hurts. It aches, to put it bluntly.

It moves from that spot and goes up and across my forehead.

The darned headache.

However, I have it for one reason, and one reason only. [okay...LIE. It could be two reasons*]

I have the headache for the sake of beauty.

Yes, it's true. Oh how vain.

My almost favorite accessory [a close tie with the beloved scarf] betrayed me today.

Yea, you guessed it.
My headband.

The darned thing squeezed all the wrong places today, causing my head to be in a bit of a rage. It's not fun. In fact, its a dread...on my head.

This headband didn't used to hurt this I guess, it's quite possible that, well, my head grew. Possibly a side effect of pregnancy I never knew about?**

Either way. I'm quite sad. Because of the pain. I have forsaken beauty (after hours of torture), and moved on from the brain squashing.

Besides, I need these brain cells. You be a mom.

*I could not only be having a headache from the headband. For sure, there is another huge reason. Coming May 2010. [But I hate to blame things on the little one so soon in life]

**I'm totally kidding about head size being a side of pregnancy. Totally, completely kidding.

Please note: Picture is from today. The look of slight pain on my face is noticeable. That cute little black bowed headband did it. It's all her fault!

Thursday, October 22, 2009

So...I've decided....

....that my baby in the belly needs this.

I'm also really obsessed with all things hand-made, which is why I'm really going to piecing the nursery together rather then buying one of those matchy-match sets. Although there ARE cute ones out there, I just figure with my creativity, I am bound to come up with something decent. I am dreaming of a vintagey style quilt, owls, and a very cool, modern tree mural.

Quilt from Etsy.

Also, I want my child to own every hand-made beanie, and onsie that was ever made on Etsy. I know, that would be a lot. But, it's what I want. (ha..) I also adore all things made by the lovely, Angie and sold at her Etsy Shop. I am dying for all of her homemade burp-clothes and little lovies. [Which come in lots of different colors and fabrics.]

I also am dreaming of all the homemade mobiles.

...also trying to figure out how I can incorporate the Wallflower set by LaDifference.

I realize I'm a bit premature on all of this. But, we've already decided to do a gender-neutral nursery as it is. It's not like I have to wait until 20 weeks to start dreaming. So, is it a crime to start thinking about it? I think not. :)

*Ps: I've realized that many of these items look more girlie--they are more so ideas. We are definitely going for a more neutral room. But, I adore all of the above. Okay. Bye.

Thankful Thursdays

I'm thankful that every day I feel a little less sick.

I'm thankful for the chicken and rice concoction that made my puppy's stomach feel better.
[Oh you should be glad I spared you that story. Fer-real. Not pretty. Let me just say, I was sobbing in frustration yesterday morning. Sobbing.]

I'm thankful that they picked the top 20 on SYTYCD last night. The real good stuff starts now. Three cheers!

I'm thankful for hand sanitizer.

I'm thankful that I haven't gained any weight yet. In fact, I've lost some. Not that its a good thing-but, it could be worse. [Trust me, I'm aware the poundage will start soon.]

I'm thankful for a husband who I force ask nicely to rub my ever-so-achey shoulders.

I'm really thankful for sleep, for without it, I'd be the most miserable lady you'd ever meet.

I'm so thankful for all the wonderful ladies I've met through the blogosphere. I wish we all lived within minutes, heck, hours of one another so we could get together and hang out. I'm convinced some of you are BFF material.


Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Finding the "colour" in life.

In college, I struggled majorly with studying in my room. In fact, it was virtually impossible for me. If I wanted to even ATTEMPT studying there, I first had to do a major clean of the entire place. Bed had to be made. Desk had to be spic-n-span. Clothes in my closet put away. You know. Is this because I'm a neat freak? Heck-to-the-no. Those who know me know that I am not a neat freak by any stretch of the imagination. But, I can't have many distractions while trying to do something such as study (normally for a huge, whammo, ginourmous art history exam).

So instead, I would head off to the local Border's book shop, plop myself down at a table in the Cafe--order a coffee, smoothie, or hot chocolate (whatever I was in the mood for that day). Spread out my books, notecards and pages upon pages of note-taking...and study. Or try to.

Were there distractions? Oh yes. Tons. There were times when I would drift off, but still be looking at my text book--and I'd find myself listening to the cell phone conversations of the person next to me. Honestly? It's not because I want too...but, it just happened. [Call it ADD...I'm aware. Totally.]

But all in all, my studying would last hours there...and for the most part, I really did leave with more knowledge then when I went in. I studied. For real yo.

I started a new grad class this week. I'm only five classes away from getting my Masters degree. Five. So, I'm trying to get them done pretty quickly nonetheless.

This particular course I'm in has a lot of reading (so not my taste). I reminisced my college days for a moment, and then quickly emailed my hubby this afternoon.

Here's the email. Legit. Word for word. Yes, I'm totally grammatically delusional (duh really? don't judge.)

"hey babes...
gotta question...

I have 65 pages to read in a really LAME psychology book tonight...and in college, whenever I had a lot to read I would go to a coffee shop and I would focus there...

but i was wondering...could we go to barnes and nobles tonight and sit in the cafe or something and I could read my books while you read yours?? i mean, whatever you want--magazines, or whatever...but then I could read, bring my laptop and answer this extremely involved question for class...and of course get coffee....from starbucks inside....

would you be up for that? after dinner? since phillies arent playing? I can cook beforehand."


You can imagine my delight when he promptly replied:

"Sure Thing. I was thinking of doing something fun. Whats for dinner?"

So, after dinner, off we went.

And you know what?

I got my work done while sipping a Tall Hot Chocolate hold-some-of-the-chocolate with whipped cream on top. It reminded me of the good old days.

Except, this time I wasn't alone...and my love was sitting across from me reading graphic design magazines and saying things like, "It's so funny how British writers add "ou" to words such as "colour", and how they take out the "z" in words and replace it with an "s", like in "organise"."

I love him. I wouldn't change this place in my life for anything.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Put a smile on your face, make the world a better place.

I really don't want to come off as if I'm complaining, or looking for sympathy--so I must say this:

I am so beyond happy and thrilled to death with where I am in life right now. I am thrilled to be carrying this baby. I am completely and utterly amazed at how strong that heartbeat was today, and how beautiful that "whooshing" sound really is. I think that every bit of sickness, and out-of-breath moments, and stinky candles are all WORTH it. Seriously.

So please don't think I'm complaining. I am so blessed and honored to carry this child, and I sincerely mean that from the bottom of my heart.

...and, we're just so.darn.happy.!

Today, at the appointment--the nurse practitioner was all...

"Now, don't get your hopes up...we may not hear the heartbeat...sometimes its still too early..." (as she's moving the doppler along my belly..err...right above my you-know-what)

Literally, as she's saying that---we hear it.

::Whooosh whooosh whooosh whooosh::

"Well, there it is!"

Our baby was all, "I'll show you, lady." Nice and strong personality. Just like mommy.

I love this kid, sooooo much--already.

Monday, October 19, 2009

Winded and P.U.

So I'm dealing with a few (okay--more then a few) pregnancy-related issues right now. One of them being that when I do little tasks that normally, would be no big deal--I feel like I need to catch my breath. You would think I'm an 80 year old with emphysema. Okay, it's not that bad, and no I'm not "huffing and puffing" (out loud at least)--but yea...I feel more then slightly winded when doing minor tasks around the house.

What the heck.

Now, I realize there are reasons for this. Apparently my body has produced massive amounts more blood flow in early pregnancy, causing this shortness-of-breath phenomenon but seriously---I've got things to do and places to go. This just cannot be.

Today, while grabbing the last bag of groceries from the car (after chasing my dog around the yard who slipped out and ran 'free'...), I got this incredible bout of nausea. It completely overtook me. I walked up the stairs--and barely made it in time to the bathroom. Obviously, spewing my guts in the porcelain potty about...uhhh...5 or 6 times. [TMI? yes? I promise, it will only get worse.]

The answer is YES...I took my anti-nausea meds this morning. Obviously, my baby really wants to show me how healthy they are. "Hahaha Mom--I can beat out the Zofran. Suck on them apples." [said in a completely loving way, I'm sure of it.]

But come on!


I need a break.

Is that too much to ask?

Oh, and lets talk about my nose for a second. No, not about it's more plump shape (but thank God-I don't have a honker...could be worse), but about the smells. Oh the dreaded SMELLS.

People warn you, pregnancy magazines and websites tell you...YOU WILL SMELL EVERYTHING. But did I believe them? Did I trust that? Not really.

I learned the hard way.

Because...gahhh! The world stinks. Better yet...all those stupid smelly things that people THINK make the world smell better really throw my stomach into World War 3 making swallowing my lunch an enormous task. Scented candles, glade plug-ins, febreeze, ohhhhh my GOSH someone stop me now. Just typing it makes my tummy rumble in fear.

So please, lay off on the perfume. For the sake of all pregnant women that could encounter you. Or, you might end up with puke on your shoes.

Oh, and if you happen to encounter little old me gasping for breath while doing something as simple as tying my shoes--don't laugh. Or I may just use your purse as a barf bag.

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Silent Sunday's: SpongeBob Party

My nephew turned TWO. Gosh, I feel old. His mommy and daddy threw him a great party.

Friday, October 16, 2009

Friday Bits

-This was a 4 day work week but good-God, it felt like forever.

-The weather this week has been COLD. In the low 40's. We've had insane amounts of rain. The other day at bus duty we had flurries! [To all you Floridians and others in 90 degree weather right now...I'm not sure which is worse.]

-Best/Worst Comment from a student this week:

3rd Grade Boy: "Mrs. B I think you're really pretty."
Me: "Aww, thanks buddy."
[3rd Grade Boy just realized whole class heard him. Embarrassing.]
3rd Grade Boy: "But...uh...I think all girls are pretty!"

daaaannnng. harsh.

-My little nephew, Jayden turned 2 today! I love that boy, and cannot believe how fast the time went. Spongebob themed birthday party tomorrow...hooray for "Bobby" as Jayden kindly refers to his favorite character.

-This week, Declan and I got paid on the same exact day, and I think that's just plain awesome. Woohoo double paychecks. [I get paid on the 15th and last of the month, Declan is always bi-weekly on a Thursday...sometimes, when the stars align, it falls on the same day.]

-I have completed 11 weeks of pregnancy tomorrow. HELLO--I am entering week 12. How amazing is that? I cannot wait to say bye-bye to the first close.

Enter: Photos

4 weeks and then 11 weeks
...and please...I realize I'm not the smallest girl in the world as it is. Call it fat, call it bloat, whatever it is--there's a difference.

-I cooked dinner for the first time in a few months (I know, I seriously suck) last night. I think Declan's jaw dropped when he walked up the steps and saw me at the stove. I guess this means I felt pretty good and less nauseas/sick then normal--or that I just felt like a crappy wife lately.

-I am d.e.t.e.r.m.i.n.e.d not to get h1n1/swine flu--and literally disinfected and sanitized my hands 25 times today...and now..they are so dry. Dry hands over death works for me any day.
PS: Swine flu and pregnancy do-not-mix in case you didn't know.

-I am going to hear the baby's heartbeat again on Monday. If everything goes as planned and we can pick up that sweet, sweet sound on the doppler--then, I will be letting my news out to the world.

-I'm having a date night with my man tonight....!! We've spent the last 4 or 5 Friday nights in, doing nothing other then watching DVR'ed shows and ordering dinner (because I've felt like poo), but tonight--I'm ready to go out. hallelujah.

Happy Weekend!

Thursday, October 15, 2009

We're standing together today

It's October 15th--the National day of Miscarriage and Infant Loss. I have to say, that I am so pleased that there is a day that all momma's, or were-to-be momma's, friends, and grandparents can light a candle in memory of the little love that was lost. To be honest, not a day goes by that I don't think about my miscarriage, so, it's not just about today--but that the world recognizes these little ones as precious lives, which they were, and are.

I can't just "move on" [in fact, those words make me quiver], I never will. I will absolutely never forget the extreme joy I felt when I tested on June 4th, and got a positive pregnancy test. I was shaking, and dancing, and running around the house freaking out that "I'm going to be a MOM!" I will absolutely never forget the excitement Declan felt when I told him when he got home from work, or how I told him, and that I had it planned for months. I will never forget the pregnancy symptoms that I had, and how hard it was to choke anything down, because ewww-food. I will never forget how I hated pizza with the pregnancy. I couldn't stand the sight of it. I will not forget when I purchased belly bands and was overjoyed that I will not forget spending hours on Etsy searching for everything hand-made and baby, for that specific little one. I will never forget the day we realized you had slipped away so suddenly. Absolutely NEVER.

It's impossible to forget. That little one was a part of me, a part of us...and although he or she wasn't able to make their grand entrance into the world, they have surely made their grand entrance on my heart forever.

So tonight, at 7pm your time--light a candle in memory of a little love that didn't get the opportunity to make it's mark on the world, just on our hearts.

I'm thinking of and standing with all of you who have suffered the same painful loss--because we will never, and can never forget.


Please visit for more information and to see a really touching video.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

**Show us your SCARVES ladies!**

I assume by now all of you should have received your scarves from your swap-mate. I hope it was fun for all of you. Thank you so much for participating.

If you didn't already, please take a minute and post a picture of you and your new scarf on your blog, thanking your partner--and letting us all in on your gift. We're nosy, ya know.

So go ahead, and add your name to the Mr. Linky--and please link directly to your post on the scarf (not just generally to your blog).

Thank you, thank you, thank you for participating! I can't wait to see them all. There were over 30 swap-mates! We should be seeing about 60 scarves if all goes as planned.

PS: The surprise scarf from ME went to Abbey @ Life's No Storybook. You can see her scarf from me on her post here.

the "dec-kate" covenant

Our pastor always refers to our marriage as the "Dec-Kate Covenant". He's the pastor who married us, and who knows us best. I'm fond of his little term, and we often say it in our house, because truly marriage is just that. A promise, between you, your spouse and God.

So, withthatsaid, how about a little fun survey on the two of us, eh? It's a nice break from normal writing.

♥ What are your middle names?

Elizabeth and Andor. I'm told that "Andor" is a hungarian (or welsh?? I suck!) version of "Andrew". But, my Dec always referred to himself as, "Declan And/Or LastName". Cute, eh? He's a clever one.

♥How long have you been together?
Married for 2 years and 3 1/2 months or so. Together for a total of 8'ish/9 years. Yeaaaa....we were together as babies, practically.

♥ How long did you know each other before you started dating?
Maybe 2'ish years? We honestly were best friends for a while. SERIOUSLY. We used to email eachother ALL the time. I have a huge book of emails to prove it. We are the age old cliche about "being best friends first". Hey, it worked for us.

♥ Who asked who out?
He asked me out. On Valentines Day 2002. But, it wasn't necessarily about Valentines Day (at all actually)...we just happened to have a real big heart-to-heart that night and I was fine with "just being friends" [I was hung up on age...I was older then him], he wasn't, because we were certainly acting more then friends. He asked me out, I accepted [slightly reluctant...but knew it was right.] One of the best moves of my life.

♥ Who made the first move?
Him as far as actually asking me out. Since I sort of broke his heart a few months earlier (a whole 'notha story), he wanted to know I was serious if I ever "came back", and I did. So, I made a move then. Point for me.

♥ How old are each of you?
I actually do not mind telling my age at all. I'm 24 and he is 22 right now. We are one year and eight months apart. So, for about 4 months out of the year we're only a "year" apart. In January, when he turns 23, I'm 24 until April, when I turn 25. Make sense? Age has never phased me since high school.

♥ Did you go to the same school?
Nope. None of them. Rival high schools, actually. Different colleges. But, we're still here, and together.

♥ Are you from the same home town?
Within 10 minutes of each other for the most part.

♥ Who is the smartest?
I think he is in ways. I don't know what he would say? I mean, I have a higher education, but that seriously makes no difference to me. He is pretty book smart, and can apply things he learns. I have to work REALLY hard to be book smart. But, I've done it all my life. [Note: I actually had to study...go figure]

♥ Who majored in what?
He has an associates degree in Digital Media (graphics/web design/video'ish things)
I have my bachelors in Art Education (certified to teach k-12), and am halfway done my Masters in Instructional Media (web 2.0 tools to use in the classroom/video/glogs/blogs, etc)

♥ Who is the most sensitive?
I'm more sensitive in that I cry [hello hormones, how are you?]. He can be sensitive about things, but not in a girlie way, like, he often is the one to apologize first because he wants to make things right. [Decode: I am stubborn.]

♥ Where do you eat out most as a couple?
We eat out a lot...its true. But, these days, I don't really cook (everything makes me wanna puke!)--so, if we don't wanna starve, we go out. However, our favorites are: Happy Days Diner, Harry's Hot Dogs (great for breakfast), Little Anthony's Pizza, Signature Pizza, and Rocco and Anna's. Basically all of which are local places. None of which are chain restaurants.

♥ Where is the furthest you two have traveled together as a couple?
PA to Arizona, PA to Niagara, PA to Florida (in 48 hours up and back, too)--we don't do a whole lot of traveling out of the country, really. We're working on that.

♥ Who has the worst temper?
Me. Me. Me. I know it, too. Declan says I let it build up and let it blow, and I become ugly. Verrry, very ugly. [Baby, I'm admitting it--you proud?]

♥ How many children do you want?
We'd love 4. You may think I'm crazy--but we are products of big families.

♥ Who does the cooking?
If and when...usually me. Although, he is perfectly capable too. I just get home earlier.

♥ Who is more social?
He is pretty darn social. I can be. We're even? [ps: i used to say he could start up a conversation with a brick wall...its true]

♥ Who is the neat-freak?
He is an insane-kitchen-cleaner. I mean, I should hire him out he's that good. But, I do the day to day straightening and stuff. He does the dishes. We have no "Neat-Freaks" per-say in our house.

♥ Who is the most stubborn?
Totally me. Didn't I answer this above? Stop rubbing it in.

♥ Who wakes up earlier?
I do...just about 15 minutes earlier, though. Declan has always been one to love him some sleep. So, he can naturally sleep in longer then me.

♥ Where was your first date?
Uhh...can't really pin-point it. Something lame, like the mall? Or a movie! Yes...probably a movie. We were like 15 people.

♥ Who has the bigger family?
We both have big families....which we love. It always makes for a fun and interesting time to say the least. He comes from a family with 3 biological kids, and 3 adopted. I come from a family of 4. We have lots of married-in family members, etc....its a good time.

♥ Do you get flowers often?
Not too often. Although I love love love flowers on a random occasion [hint, hint, hint]--it makes me feel like the most special girl in the entire world. I always get flowers on special days though.

♥ How do you spend the holidays?
Together, always. With family. Eating deliciousness. I love delicious food (in a few weeks, even more so!).

♥ Who is more jealous?
uhh...neither of us really struggle with this.

♥ How long did it take to get serious?
We were young, but we were serious. We said I love you pretty much right away (uumm...I think even before we started was genuine). We talked about getting married when we were 15. It was meant to be.

♥ Who eats more?
Sometimes I do. Sometimes him. I can't eat a 12" subway sub...but he can. I also could only get down one piece of pizza last night, and he managed to pound a few in there. So, maybe him?

♥ What do you do for a living?
He is a Supervisor of an Embroidery/Embellishment Department at (conveniently located RIGHT next door to our development--hence why he wakes up later then I) by day, and then by night, he's a part time Web Developer/Designer, and learner of new programs. Quite the multi-tasker.

I teach kid's. Art. Kinder-Fourth grade. Tiring. But, I do enjoy it. My school is 10 minutes away (love that.)

♥ Who does the laundry?
He totally does it all. But, I put it away for the most part. Only, it takes me days...dayyssss to put it away. Like sometimes until the next loads are being done. oops.

♥ Who’s better with the computer?
him him him. He has built computers in the past, a lot. But, now we use Mac's and won't go back. I suck at computers because he I just yell..."babeeeee! HELP!" He comes to my rescue.

♥ Who drives when you are together?
Oh definitely him. Always in his car. He likes his car better. Pshhh.

♥ What is "your" song?
"The Luckiest" by Ben Folds
"You and Me" Lifehouse

Monday, October 12, 2009

Not Me! Monday! Orchard Version

I did not have an incredibly amazing time at the orchard with my nieces, my sister-in-love, my sister, brother, good friend and her daughter on my day off. I would not enjoy my day off to maximum potential. No, not I.

I did not go apple picking and make my little brother do this. It was not my idea. I would never come up with something so provocative!

I did not force my niece to take photos with me (when she absolutely dreads them)...and I did not accidentally zoom in getting one of my favorite pictures of all time of the two of us.

I did not absolutely get the heebie-jeebies when I saw the craziest cross-breed of pumpkin and PEANUT you've ever seen. I didn't feel a little sick to my stomach over it.

I did not eat a hot dog and a philly soft pretzel (with a side of home-made potato chips) for lunch, there. That's like, carb overload, and totally something I would neverrrrr do.

I did not love being with my siblings. I do not love when my brother is home from college. Ewww..little brothers. I do not think my sister looks schnazzy and hawt in that hat.

I do not think I have the freaking cutest nieces cannot deny this red hair and blue eyes. YOU CAN'T. No one can.

I am not secretly proud of how COOL this picture is.


Sunday, October 11, 2009

Silent Sunday's: A Scarf, how amazing.

I want to quick thank, Katie @ The Mathis' for having the sweet southern charm and thanking the host...

Today I got an awesome Old Navy scarf from her...and I am IN.LOVE. Thank you, girl. You rock. I've loved meeting you through this little world, and someday, we both agree that a coffee date with the "Katie's" is in order.

Saturday, October 10, 2009

High School

A conversation I had with my sisters yesterday really spurred me on to think about this subject. One thing in particular was something my sister-in-love, Kesh said:

"Wouldn't it be nice to do high school all over knowing how much status doesn't matter later in life?"

I don't care what part of the crowd you were in during those 4 years...but no matter what, it was something. There was some sort of teen-made status system that is created in high school, that now, looking back on, makes me laugh quite frankly.

You know...there were the really "popular" kids (oh how I dread that term--it's so cliche), the kids who were really into sports, the few that mingled between the crowds, the "goth" (now, emo) kids, band kids, drama people, and the ones who were picked on so badly it almost brings me to tears thinking about now. No one should endure torture of any kind...and gawwwd, especially in freaking high school.

But thinking about all of these so called "statuses" just makes me sick. At my wise old age of 24, knowing what I do now, and what I know of my old high school friends and even ones who weren't so much my friends----

What the heck was all that about anyway?!

None of the statuses ever mattered. Yet in that moment, they rocked your world. No one [now] thinks about and recalls what you were in high school. No one would remember if you tried out for the volleyball team and never made it. No one cares if you weren't wearing the most up-to-date clothing. No one really cares nor remembers what kind of car you drove. No one would remember if you stood up for what you believed in instead of gone with the crowd (or maybe they would--but would that be such a bad thing?). No one cares who you dated, and which party you attended on the weekends.

NONE of it matters anymore. Honestly? It didn't even matter then...yet somehow, most of us let it matter so much.

Seeing those old high school people often brings back a flood of memories of who they were then, and who they associated with...even though, that may have all been a facade.

Just the other night I saw a kid from my high school walking in my neighborhood with what looked like his wife and a baby...and I said to my husband, "I went to high school with that kid. He used to be a jerk."

I quickly corrected myself and said, "You know what? He actually was probably a nice guy..."

Because ohmygosh, who can be judged based on their high school days?

Kesh is right...going back and doing high school all over again knowing that status never really mattered would have truly made high school a totally different experience...for EVERYONE. The popular girl. The math-whiz. The choir kid. The bank-geek.

For all of us.