Sunny Day....Sweeping the cares away

I love sunshine (and Sesame Street, too!). It seriously improves my mood. Makes me want to be all bright and cheerful. Cloudy days bring out the blahs. I love springtime, too (allergies not included in that by the way). I love how all the dead is made new.

Today, Baby Bug is 17 months old. Where has the time gone? It's hard to believe at this time 2 years ago we were just getting used to the thought of being parents after almost 9 years of waiting. Last year, we had a 5 month old and were getting ready to celebrate her first Easter. This year, she's walking, talking, trying to run, feeding herself, wanting to potty, and just growing up way too fast! She has a bit of a stubborn streak - I cannot figure out WHERE that comes from ;0) - and is becoming more independant every day. The Easter egg hunt at church is Saturday and I'm beyond excited. I can't wait to see how she reacts to all those eggs (wonder if we should practice any? hmmm.....). I'm not too worried LOL. More importantly, I'm hoping that we can share the real meaning of Easter with her. Even at such a young age, we want her to know who Jesus is. I think she has a good idea already. We have a few pictures in our dining room and a magnet on the fridge that have Jesus on them. She calls them all the same thing (which we can't exactly decipher but we're working on it) so I know she knows they are the same person.

We just started Sunday school again. We got out of the habit a while before and after Leah was born. We changed classes, too. You need to be able to feel comfortable where you are. So, we made the SS class change. We're hoping to get back into the swing of things with church especially since Leah is older. She had a good time at church Sunday and I did, too. It had been about 2 weeks since I've been. I went on Sunday...had my gallbladder out on Friday...didn't go the 2 following Sundays. It felt good to be back.

Quirky Little Me...

I was reading Beth Moore's blog and she had a fun post about 10 quirky things about her. So, here are my 10 quirky things.

1. I absolutely can not stand the thought of someone being upset with me. I may not have done anything, but if I have an inkling that something is off it bothers me to the very core.

2. I have an ink pen addiction. It used to be Bridal Magazines. Seriously. I was like 12 and had a stack of magazines in the bottom of my closet. I planned my wedding 1,000,000 times over before I ever met John. My actual wedding was no where near as extravagant as my dream weddings were but it was awesome in the same right.

3. I have an uncanny knack of remembering names and if I can't remember one - I think about it until I do....most of the time I will come up with it.

4. I wonder sometimes if I'm a bit OCD about some things. Especially at work.

5. I don't throw away pictures. Yes, I still have pictures of ex-boyfriends and people that I'm not really friends with anymore. I just cannot throw it away. Strange I know.

6. Even though I am domestically challenged, I will get a cleaning buzz every once in a while. Then, look out!

7. I like the smell of Windex and Clorox wipes.

8. The shirts in my closet are mainly blue and pink (or some shade there-in). Sad. lol

9. I love making new friends. LOVE IT! The thing is (and I'm like my mom in this regard) if I meet you and don't like you for whatever reason, chances are that's not going to change. Sometimes it does....but not usually.

10. I don't like medicine....I will take it if I have to. I'm the type that will let a headache wear off instead of taking something for it. Strange I know.

I have a bunch more little crazy quirks that make me "me" but I'll save those for another day.

Afraid to Dream....

I was watching "The Biggest Loser" last week and O'Neal said something about being afraid to dream. I've been thinking about that statement ever since then. I am afraid to dream. I am afraid of getting my hopes up and dreaming about what "could be". Now, my dream sequence heads down the road of being smaller....thinner...healthier.

It's possible - somewhere down the road. Between 2004 & 2005, I lost nearly 75 lbs. with Weight Watchers. I felt better about myself and was actually proud of what I had accomplished. It wasn't easy, but I did it. I got pregnant in September of 2005. I miscarried. After that happened I ate everything that was put in front of me. I didn't care. I wanted to fill that void with something. Needless to say, the food didn't help heal me. I gained everything back plus a few.

I've tried since then to lose. I did lose a few before I got pregnant with Leah. I only gained 12 lbs with her. I had an absolutely wonderful pregnancy with her. No gestational diabetes, no pre-eclampsia or pregnancy induced hypertension. I lost about 30 lbs during her first month. I soon returned to my junk eating and there came the weight. Ugh.

So, here we are again. Thinking I am going to do something about this weight. Well, I have another incentive. I don't have a gallbladder anymore. It came out on Friday. Hopefully, this will help kickstart my healthier eating and more active lifestyle (if the weather could cooperate for walks). I'm ready. I want to be hot. I don't have to be any particular size, I just want to feel comfortable in whatever size that may be. -- BUT IT's NOT THIS SIZE!--

I wonder....

If I ever cross your mind....It's a quarter after one...


I'm not going to break into Lady Antebellum here. I'll save my screechi...er...singing :D for myself. I haven't told you about my musical tastes have I? Sit back - grab a drink - and read. I love music. I'm not musically inclined in any sense of the word, but music is a HUGE part of who I am. Lady Gaga, Bee Gees, Cher, Theory of a Deadman, Tonic, 3EB, Lady A, Josh Turner, Kid Rock, Saliva, Mercy Me, Casting Crowns, Metallica, Timbaland, Rob Thomas, Journey, Foreigner... That just barely scratches the surface of my listening habits. I can listen to just about anything. Oh! I like my music loud, too. Especially, if it's fast, has a good beat, etc. You hear that strange noise coming from behind you - yep, it's probably me. I don't do it when Leah's in the car though. She loves music, too. She gets it from her Moma!

My mind is going in so many different directions. I'm trying to figure out if and when I want to make a job change. The thought scares me senseless. I have been extremely spoiled in my current job. If I need time off, need to leave early, etc. it's not been a problem. I just know that I'm not going to have those same liberties when I go to work somewhere else. I know that part of me just needs to jump in with both feet and go for it. Time will tell I suppose.

I'm so tired of the news. It reminds me of that song from the 80s by Anne....something or other called "Good News". Couldn't we all use a little good news today? Everything on the news is so depressing. Politics, earthquakes, finances, YUCK! Throw in something good - i.e. how the local Boy Scout troop collected xxxx number of cans for the food pantry. Something. I guess that's why I keep the tv on something else besides 2,3,4, or 5 at 10 p.m. Life can make you crazy and depressed enough without the media telling you something else to make it worse.

Amish people. Hmm. You know their life doesn't sound half bad some days. Yes, I'm a little attached to my cell phone, my laptop, tv, blue jeans lol, so I don't know how long I would last. But to really be able to appreciate things again for what they are....that would be nice. You know how when you're a kid and you learn/discover something new and it's the greatest thing out there. We don't really get to experience that kind of joy as an adult. I think we've taken alot of things for granted. I guess that's where my girl comes in again. I get to experience things again through her eyes and watch her discover things. I have to say being a mom rocks.

Leftovers...

No, this isn't about our supper tonight. It's about the leftover thoughts I've had from the past few days.

February was a complete blur. Ma broke her hip February 4th. From then on my days consisted of: waking up, getting a shower, getting Leah up, feeding Leah, off to the sitter's, to work, off to pick up Leah, home for a few minutes, off to the hospital (and after Feb. 8th) to Manchester to see Ma, home, supper, laundry, pick up toys...whew. I think I'm still in recovery mode from that. On a side note- I busted my tail on some ice coming out of MHCC (rehab for Ma) the 2nd day she was there. It's been 3 weeks and it still hurts. Maybe this would be a good excuse for a massage...hmm....

I was watching High School Reunion in between loading/unloading the washer and dryer on Saturday. I wouldn't say it's all that interesting but it can be humorous at times. One of the commercials was for "First Love, Second Chance"....wow. That's an interesting concept for a tv show. I am good friends with my first love. Not everyone can say that and even more people don't want that at all. He was my first love...there's always gonna be a spot in my heart for him. Just being honest.

My girl is so funny. She's 16 months old now. Her newest discovery is the potty...her newest phrase? "I gahha pee" (I gotta pee). We bought her a potty chair. :( She hasn't used it yet, but I know it's coming. She knows what happens when you go to the bathroom. I'm so not ready for this yet. She's my baby ...possibly my only child...*sigh* I know she has to grow up. I just wish she would slow down growing up just a little bit. Time is passing way too quickly.

One last thing......................."milka-what?"