Mini Me

The dress that Allison is wearing is the dress I wore 29 years ago. I wore it when I came from South Korea to America. If you cut Allison's hair to her chin, that is what I looked like. I will put up a copy of the news article with a picture of me and the lady who brought me over here.

New Job!

Oh yeah, so I got a new job and quit my old one. Yay! My new job is subbing at the child development center that my children go to. I had my orientation last Friday and my first subbing day is next Wednesday. So this week I get to catch up on all my 'to do' lists. One being, my blog!

Thanks, Mom!

I know! I haven't written in ages. I think I was having post partum depression. I don't realize I'm depressed until something (like my meds) gets me out of it and then I realize that I really was down. I've been really stressed out with life in general - work and home, which was causing me to be extremely tired and cranky with my husband. So then he in return gets irritated with me which then in turn makes me feel even worse. My mom finally asked me if I was still taking my anti-depressant because I've been sounding really down lately. So I finally went to the doctor and talked to him. He upped my medicine which I didn't want to do but my friend said I should if it would help me. There's nothing to lose with doing it. So I did and man, I feel alive now. I have so much more energy. So I want to say thank you, Mom.

Job

I'm tired of my job.

I'm not talking about my job as a parent. I love that job no matter how tired I am. I'm talking about my job that pays me. Being tired of this job is showing because I got a call today asking why I'm way below goal. I guess it wouldn't be good to tell her the reason is due to instant messaging my sister.

Family To Do List

1. Be a part of the audience on the Ellen show with Amaya.
2. Go to a Detroit Pistons game with Laurie.
3. Travel Europe with Matt.
4. Vacation in New England with just Matt, Allison, & Isaiah.

This is fun...

Thanks to Amaya.

http://www.myheritage.com/FP/Company/tryFaceRecognition.php

I had fun putting in different pictures of me and having this page find celebrities that look similar to me. There were some odd choices they made. Sarah Jessica Parker? Come on! I look nothing like her. There was a second choice they said I resembled - Jude Law. How funny!

Single Parents

How do you do it? My husband is gone for three and a half days and I miss his help with the kids, I miss telling him my daily happenings, and most of all his warm embrace. I'm so freakin' tired. I commend all you single parents out there especially those with toddlers and infants.

Time to catch some zzzz's.

Obligatory Gifts

So what do you get your nieces and nephews and friends' kids when you have no idea what the kids like? My nieces are teenagers and live in Montana. My nephews are 3 and 7 and live in Texas. My friend's 4 and 8 year old girls live a block away from me yet I don't know what they like. I feel like I have this obligation to give these children Christmas and birthday gifts yet have no idea what to give them.

Okay, so I get gifts for them. When I get gifts for family and friends I like to give presents that they will like and enjoy and I know they wanted the items. I always feel like I have failed when I see the expression of disappointment on their faces. I am; however, pleased when I know I got them just what they wanted.

Then there's the money issue. I spend the money on them and what do I get in return? I usually get a thank you but I don't feel the appreciation from them. So, why do I put the effort and money into these gifts? Obligation.

My Children

I'm having one of those moments where I am so in love with my children. We had a family date night as my sister called it. We had dinner and then we all played together in the living room. Then after putting Isaiah to bed, Allison and I made the biscuit part for the peach cobbler while Matt peeled and cut the peaches. Then I read books to Allison while Matt stirred the peaches and cobbler sauce.

Anyway, I just can't get over how cute Allison is when she says the funniest things and how adorable Isaiah is when he looks up at me with a great big smile. Their laughter makes me smile.

I know I'm being one of those parents who gushes over their kids. Well, if you don't like it you can stop reading now. I'm sure I'll be over this moment when the kids come home tonight and I'm dead tired from lack of sleep this morning (Isaiah up at 3:30am).

Ears & Nose

Well, I talked about feet last night now I'm going to talk about ears and nose. The other night I was reading Happy Baby Friends to Allison. I have no idea why she likes me reading these baby books to her but she does. Anyway, there's a page that shows 'my face' and a picture of eyes, mouth, nose, ear. So I asked Allison, "What do we use our nose for?" She replied, "Getting boogers out and putting them on tissue." Then I asked her, "What do we do with our ears?" She said, "We get wax out!"

That's my girl! The real truth about ears and noses! (I can't help that I have a thing about no wax in ears and using tissue to get boogers out of noses! Which by the way, what got me started on this post was I was blowing my nose this morning and blew out a booger. Isn't that such a great feeling when the boogers come out so easily? Is anyone else like this? Come on, I know you think like this!)

I'll stop now. Some of you are totally grossed out. And Matt deals with this kind of stuff with me all the time. You're just lucky I only talked about earwax and boogers!

Feet Taste Bad

So I stuck my foot in my mouth (pretty deep too) on Saturday at the Beaver game. There's this dad and his son that sit right behind us. They are very annoying because they converse about the game as if they know what they're talking about. Matt can vouch for me that they don't know what they're talking about. Anyway, we all know people who are like that, right? Well, almost half way through the game, I hadn't heard the dad or the son talking so I leaned over to Matt and said, "I'm so glad the dad and son aren't here today." and Matt replied, "Oh, they're here!" What? Oh my gosh! They are here! Man, I felt guilty for the rest of the game and I couldn't look them in the face when I stood to take Allison to get some food. Hopefully they will have forgotten about what I said by the end of October which is the next home game. Well, at least maybe I can get the bitter taste of feet out of my mouth by then.

Happy Birthday Sister!

I'm 32 and you're 27! Can you believe it?

I know you're not sure about God but I am because He sure knew what he was doing when He sent you in my life. And believe me, I really wondered at times why He sent you! I wondered at the young age of 6 when I had to share a tiny bedroom with a one year old. I wondered when I was 9 when I would continuously sing the ABC's to you at night so you would fall asleep. I wondered when I was 14 when I had to scoop dog poop with you. I wondered when I was 17 and you wanted to just hang out with me in my bedroom. I wondered when I was 24 and you were living with me in Wilsonville (that's when I really wondered!).

But I can stop wondering because had I been the last child I would have been a spoiled brat. I would have been impatient with other people's children. I would be scooping dog poop now. I would have no clue as to what my friends would be going through with their younger siblings. I would still be thinking that living with siblings would be okay. I would not have a best friend.

I cherish our friendship immensely. I am blessed (not lucky) to have you as my sister. I thank God that He sent you in my life.

As hard as life can get for you, just remember that one reason you are here is because of me.

I love you!

Happy Birthday!

Yo

I'm here. I didn't write yesterday because it was a crazy day. I took the kids to the childrens museum in the morning. Of course I didn't get out of the house until an hour later than I had wanted to. So we didn't get to spend as much time there as I had hoped and Allison noticed. Then we zipped home so I could work. Yes, I'm working on Tuesdays and Thursdays again. I always feel so rushed on those days. Then after working, I took the kids to the outlet mall to find some clothes for Allison. Then we came home and I crashed early.

Love you all.

Sleep (or lack of)

So for the past month I have been getting up to my alarm at two or three in the morning to pump so Isaiah can have breast milk at day care. Who knew that just 15 minutes of being awake during the middle of the night can wreak such havoc on one's body. Man, I have been so tired because of this lack of sleep. I thought it might be because of the interruption during the night and getting up at 6am. But last night I skipped pumping and still woke up at 6am and I feel amazingly wonderful today.

So how does my father-in-law do it? He worked nights and then come home and sleep for a couple of hours. Then wake up and do whatever. Then he would sleep a couple of hours before having to go to work in the evening.

Anyone able to understand this?

Girl Time

Allison is almost three years old and already she understands the concept of 'me and mommy time'. You know how much she loves tapioca, right? Last night she actually passed up the opportunity of eating tapioca. I gave her the choice of staying home with Daddy and eating tapioca or going with Mommy to get her Beaver cheerleading outfit. She chose the latter. I love that she loves hanging out with me. Even though taking her with me means I will be gone longer (because she has to open the car door, get in her car seat, and buckle herself in by herself and then undo the buckle, get out, and close the door by herself at a 2 year old pace which is a snail pace) I love the time with her. I just hope we will continue to have girl time as she gets older. And older. And more independent.

Autumn

Isn't autumn beautiful? The change of color in the leaves always brings back memories of walking to and from classes at OSU. Isn't funny how one thing can make you remember a year or two of memories? As I sit here in my office amidst a clutter of toys, I look out the window and see the sun shining and colored leaves and I am reminded of my biking to class, students everywhere, the rustle of notebooks and pens in the classroom, and long walks around campus and town studying plants for a test (that's how hort majors study - ha).

Good times.

Hope you have some good memories of autumn.

Football Game, Heat, Two Young Children

I love going to the OSU football games and I don't mind sitting through the heat to watch them. However, it is quite difficult to enjoy the game in the heat with a 2 1/2 year old and a 5 month old. Matt and I spent Saturday afternoon in 80 degree weather trying to watch the Beaver game with Allison and Isaiah. I highly advise to leave the children with a sitter if the weather is going to be higher than 70 degrees or lower than 60 degrees. So that might leave you one or two games to enjoy as a family. The whole experience of Saturday's game might have been worth it had we been winning. As you guessed it, we lost big time. But being die hard Beaver fans, we will prevail through more losses and more games with our two young children. As my dad told me, the game doesn't matter because we're making memories with our children. Go Beavers!

Hello

I know it's been a couple of weeks since I've written. I really need to get in the habit of writing every day so I won't lose you readers.

Well, this blog has helped strengthen my relationship with my older sister, Jill. In previous posts I was complaining that she treated me like a little sister. I felt like I could not talk to her like she was my friend. So I went off on her in the post. She read my post and began to email me and talk on the phone with me as if I was an adult and a friend of hers. Whoa! I was amazed. I wrote her a note and said thank you for making the effort to change. I am really liking this new relationship with her.

This blog has also helped me with another relationship - my friend Randy. In another one of my posts where I was ranting about jealousy, I kept feeling guilty having written it even though she didn't know it was about her. I finally felt guilty enough (due to last Sunday's homily, Fr. had talked about how being jealous breaks apart community.) I had to write my feelings down in a notecard to her. (I love notecards) Anyway, I told her that her friendship means a lot to me and I apologized for being jealous. She emailed me back and thanked me for the sweet card and said she never thought of me as being a jealous person. What? She must not know me that well. Ha!

Happy Birthday early...

I received a message on my answering machine from one of my best friends who lives in Texas wishing me an early happy birthday because tomorrow she is going to be in the hospital. My first thought when I heard this was, oh my gosh, I wonder why she's going to be in the hospital. She never tells me anything! So of course I had to call her back and ask. Seems there was nothing to worry about. She is in nursing school and will be at the hospital to learn.

Is she trying to give me a heart attack at the young age of 32. That's right, I say young! Matt likes to tell me otherwise. Sometimes I feel old, especially when I'm dragging at 11:00pm at night. Or when I'm lying on the couch, moaning about how my back is killing me. But damn if I will succomb to the aging process. I will lose this stomach that's bulging out of my pant waist. I will make my body more limber. I will complain less and laugh more. I will relax. Damnit, I will relax. I will!

This will be a year of energy, a year of laughter, a year of friendships new and old, a year to behold in the memories of when I am old.

Happy Birthday to me - one hour and 19 minutes from now.

Sorry

I haven't written in a month! Explanation be told - I started back to work. My almost 5 month old is now in day care three days a week. I miss him but I know he's going to get so much out of being at the center just like his big sister has. This week he's got a runny nose that all the other infants have. Joy.

Allison has been very clingy to mommy these days. I don't know if it's because she's transitioned to the next class at the day care or what. Some days her closeness to me is annoying but other times it is so nice. We snuggled on the couch last night. These are times I want to treasure and remember when she's being a pill.

Neighbor

So our next door neighbor has us wondering if he's smoking pot or something. He's a separated husband (assuming), no children, firefighter. When we are outside sometimes we will his stereo blasting Vanessa Williams' "The Sweetest Days" and LInda Ronstadt and James Ingram's "Somewhere Out There". Tell me, what kind of guy listens to this kind of music? And since he is a firefighter, he usually works 72 hours and then has a few days off or something like that, so when he is home, he vacuums every single day. Now, our neighbor across the street told me that he has a drug problem and was hauled off to the station one time a month ago. I didn't realize she would be such a gossip. Okay with me. Anyway, and his wife who owns the coffee shop we pass by every time we go to the store, her car hasn't been in the driveway for a couple of months now and her dog hasn't been out in the yard either.

As Matt and I sit in our Adirondack chairs on our back patio at night, we whisper that he's a gay, pot smoker who is wanted by someone, which is why he always talks on his cell phone in the front driveway.

In Response to Previous Post

So I thought about what I had written and I guess people would say the same thing - 'That's just the way Paige is.'

So I guess what I really want to say is 'Stop treating me like I'm 12 years old, Matilda!' Please take me seriously. I'm an adult. Just because I don't act like your 32 year old friends doesn't mean I'm not 32 (okay, so I'm not 32 yet, but almost so that's why I say 32). I remember when I was 23 years old and you saying (almost to yourself but I still heard you) 'You are so different from my friend who is 23.' Who the hell cares! People are different.

Maybe this is all due to the fact that we live so far apart and don't communicate very well. I just get surface stuff from you and vice versa. I don't tell you stuff because you don't seem to understand or at least try to understand where I'm coming from. Even if you did try to understand, you don't seem sincere.

Someone told me this is just the way you are - calling me 'pickle head' and talking to me like I'm so young. I accept this but I don't have to like it!

I love you Matilda!

Do I have a sign on my forehead?

Do I have a sign on my forehead that says, 'Speak to me like I am 12 years old.'? That's how I feel Matilda talks and treats me. "Hi Picklehead." It's hard to explain but I feel she thinks because I'm her little sister I will always be 'little'. But someone tells me that's just the way Matilda is.

Argh!

I'm irritated. I know - when am I not irritated? Well, my mother-in-law is staying with us this weekend. She and her brother got here Thursday evening. I swear, she and her husband do not know how to help around here. I don't expect all my guests to help us around the house but come on, parents can help. When my parents are here they are always helping out by doing dishes, laundry, and cooking. I don't expect them to do these things but they want to help out. What do Art & Royce do? Sit on the couch, eat what we serve, and leave messes. The messes aren't huge but enough to irritate me. All I ask is for a little help without me having to ask.

Last night I had to go pick up Allison from day care since Matt needed to work late. I got all the ingredients out and asked Royce if she would make the lasagna. She made it and didn't seem to mind. Unfortunately, the lasagna wasn't very good (to me). She only put cheese on the top and none in the layers. What's up with that? Cheese in the layers is what makes lasagna lasagna!

Anyway, fortunately Art isn't here as well; otherwise, we'd have an even bigger mess with the damn coffee. The man does not know how to pour coffee into his mug without spilling on the counter. Then when he's finished with the coffee maker, he just leaves the filter inside with the brewed remnants.

Enough complaining. I can't beat a dead horse to death.

Thanks for listening!

Leader of the Pack

So my dad is weird. Amaya can vouch for this. My dad has not been one to use the computer much except when he was working. Now that he is retired - the man cannot stop emailing his children! In fact, he has started a down right world war three between us siblings. Okay, so it hasn't gotten that far. He would love it if it did.

First of all, I have to admit that I thought I was special and that I was the only one he was emailing me 'love you' emails every morning. Ha! Boy was my little bubble popped when I got an email from my sister, Laurie, that had an email from Dad in it. I guess I'm not that special.

Anyway, so for some reason, my other sister, Jill, thinks we are all competing against her with sports watching. My dad was the sport fanatic in our childhood days. She totally went off in an email about us deciding 'to hop on my daddy ride with sports' and this 'does not give them the right to take up my football time.' Whatever! Who played sports when we were growing up? Hmmm, that would be me! I'm the only one who played volleyball, basketball, soccer, softball, and tried running (a futile attempt). Yeah, yeah, Amaya played a little bit of basketball and soccer. And Laurie did track. What did Jill do? Cheerleading. Whoop dee do! Now, cheerleaders, don't get all excited on me about cheerleading is a sport also. I'm sorry, but my dad would not think cheerleading is a sport. I do not either. It's all about boobs, people - getting your boobs shown on tv. Yep, there you have it. The truth is known now! Watch the damn tv people! Do you see the cheerleaders being televised actually cheering? No! You see the camera on their boobs, shaking their booty. Blech!

Whoa - I went off on a tangent there. Heh heh. Back to the sports thing and my siblings. I'm going to have my say and let Jill know that she is not the only sport watching fan in our family. Damn her!

I love you, Jill.

Sandaholic

My daughter is a sandaholic. The sand is about the only thing she plays with at day care. She will play in the sand pit at the park for hours on end. She will play in her sand table at home on the patio until we tell her it's time to go to bed. I don't mind the mess since it keeps her occupied and happy.

Summer Nights

Man, I absolutely love sitting in my Adirondack chair, sipping a virgin margarita (I'm nursing), listening to Andrea Bocelli, looking up at the stars! Recently my husband and I had a pergola put up on our patio. I love it! We've got the whole set up - four Adirondack chairs, 2 little tables, and a fire pit in the middle. Now we just need some good company.

Anyone care to join?

I've Got 5 Pockets In My Overalls

This list courtesy of So the Fish Said.

Five Items in my Freezer
Ice cream sandwiches
Ground beef
Glass mug
Ice cream
Fruit

Five Items in my Closet
Clothes
Suitcase
Purses
Boxes of maternity clothes
Shoes

Five Items in my Car
Cookie Monster sticker
Tools
Coin purse
Cell phone adapter
First aid bag

Five Items in my Purse
Wallet
Receipts
Barnes & Noble gift card
Keys
Cell phone

Five People I Tag
Jen
Shari
Sharon
Matt
Dad

Nada, Nada, Enchilada

I used to say this to this little Mexican guy I used to work with. He would just shake his head sadly at me.

Anyway, I've decided to just use real names in this here blog. I mean, really, the only person who reads my blog is my sister. She's so good to me! But damn it, Amaya (okay, so this isn't her real name, but I haven't asked her yet if it's okay to use her real name. Although I kind of like using Amaya. I wanted to name my child Amaya but Matt said it would be weird since a friend of ours daughter's name is Amaya. Whatever.) Anyway, as I was saying, damn it, Amaya, ever since you were complaining to me about not being able to fall asleep and I told you that I didn't have that problem, I haven't been able to fall asleep! Now my mind immediately turns on and I start thinking about things. So here I am, at 4:30am in the morning, writing in my blog. I'm awake in the first place because I got up to go to the bathroom. Then I was debating whether I should pump or not. I opted for the latter. Wrong choice. Now I can't sleep because my feet are hot and my mind is wandering.

I, I, I....

Cold Feet, Hot Feet. Feet, Feet, Feet.

I was lying awake at 4:00am (thanks to Amaya) trying to fall asleep but my feet were hot. So I throw the covers off of me and try to sleep. Now I'm cold from the fan blowing on me. So put the covers back on me and stick my feet out of the covers on the side. This is not comfortable. What to do?

On the other hand, my feet are usually freezing cold ( just ask Matt). My feet can get icicle cold just from walking around barefoot when it's 100 degrees outside. Granted, I'm inside an air conditioned house. But still, what's up with this?

the Good list

Why we love cats & dogs
by Alice Oglethorpe

Cats

1. Noses that twitch
2. Supersoft pink paws
3. Their love affair with open boxes...
4. ...and rubber bands
5. Their vigilant surveillance of the front walk
6. Rhythmic purrs
7. Full-body stretches
8. They curl up on your chest-and even put a paw to your cheek
9. Their sloooow eyeblinks
10. Their ability to find the only square of sunshine on the carpet-and fall asleep in it
11. "Pet me now" nudges
12. Their haughty independence...
13. ...combined with their constant need to be near you
14. Their attention-seeking stunts
15. The way they curl their tails around their feet so tidily
16. The warmth of their bodies
17. Sandpaper kisses
18. Their cranky meows when you keep them waiting
19. They daintily step all over the newspaper you're reading
20. Whenever you look up, they're there

Dogs

1. Floppy ears
2. Faces that drip with wrinkles
3. They sense it when you're sad
4. Wild rolls in the grass
5. They fearlessly stick their heads out car windows
6. That quizzical head tilt
7. They go silly with joy when you get home
8. Piglike snorts
9. Ponylike trots
10. They can walk themselves, leash in mouth
11. Noses that nuzzle
12. They get so excited, they shake
13. The ladylike way they sometimes cross their paws
14. The spot you can scratch to make their leg go crazy
15. Their bravery, except during storms
16. They "run" in their sleep pawing the air
17. Mournful looks when they're hoping for a treat
18. Going belly up for a tummy rub
19. Their enormous, contagious yawns
20. They always love you-even on days when you can't do anything right

7 Things

Courtesy of Amaya. I love these questionnaires but even more I love to read others' answers to these questionnaires. Here goes...

7 Things I plan to do before I die:

1) Go to a Detroit Pistons basketball game
2) Visit Europe, S. Korea, and northeast United States
3) Watch all the movies we have
4) Be on some TV show - whether it be a game show or a talk show or in the audience of a reality tv show like So You Think You Can Dance or you get the idea
5) Own a boat and live by a lake
6) Go to Hawaii again
7) Swim with dolphins


7 Things I Can Do:

1) Speak Spanish
2) Play piano
3) Make greeting cards
4) Flare my nostrils
5) Ponytails and braids (surprisingly not as many people as I thought know how to do this)
6) Type with a 3 month old squirmy boy in my lap
7) Make a mean lasagna


7 Things I Cannot Do:

1) Roll my 'r's
2) Paint my fingernails
3) Get a tattoo
4) A true push up
5) Eat sushi
6) Touch a snake
7) Sitting down on floor with legs out, bending over to touch my nose on the floor.


7 Things that attract me to the opposite sex/another person:

1) Face
2) Smile
3) Hair (or lack of)
4) Hands
5) Humor
6) Intelligence
7) Legs


7 Things that I say most often:

1) Punk
2) Jackie (meaning Jackass)
3) Stop it!
4) Don't!
5) I'm tired
6) Word
7) Hi

7 Celebrity Crushes:

1) Keifer Sutherland (My true crush)
2) Benjamin Bratt (I liked him in Law & Order)
3) Matthew McConaughney (Not my typical dark haired guy, but I like the guys he plays in movies)
4) Peter Gallagher (He's kind of old and has the bushiest eye brows, but I like him)
5) Luke Wilson (There's just something about him that I like)
6) Harry Connick Jr. (Hey, he plays the piano, sings, and is good looking)
7) Chris Noth


The Celebrity Crushes was the most difficult one to do. They're not really crushes but actors I really like.

Zealous Jealousy

I don't know why but I have this thing about getting jealous. I can't help myself. I tell myself I'm not jealous but deep down I know I am. Wednesday I read that Ursula (friend) was going to babysit Louise's 3 year old because Louise needed to take her 2 month old for a doctor appointment. Usually Louise and I babysit for one another. No matter how many times I tell myself that she is only having Ursula babysit because I'm working, I still feel jilted that she didn't ask me. Why am I overcome with this feeling of hurt and betrayal? Is it because I'm insecure?

This jealousy occurs whenever Louise has Ursula do something for her instead of asking me. Now Louise and I are best friends. I have a right to feel jealous. Don't I?

How do I overcome this jealousy? I only felt better after Louise told me Ursula had asked her if Kendra could come over and play with Abby. If Louise hadn't told me this, I still would have been mulling over this whole situation. I do that. I keep thinking about the situation until I'm so irritated and hurt.

Any ideas to get over the jealousy?

Meltdown

So I had a meltdown at the end of my work day yesterday. I was frustrated. Here I sit all day long in my office waiting for work or taking care of Jim or actually doing a little bit of work they actually send me. And at the end of the day, I've only actually worked a few hours. I'm just so disappointed.

So during the time I'm waiting for my work to come in and Jim is actually sleeping, I read my sister's blog and it's about the homes we've lived in. It gets me a little choked up. With the reminiscing, frustration, and tiredness, I break down and cry. I call my best friend and wail to her my misery. She lets me vent and I am comforted.

Thanks, Louise! You're the best!

It's Me

10 years ago…I was living in Corvallis about to start my second year at OSU. I was working over in the forestry dept on a soil project.

5 years ago...I was working for Terra Nova Nursery in the laboratory. I was trying to talk Honky into starting a family.

1 year ago...I was trying to talk Honky into having another child.

Yesterday...I was trying to work, take care of Mag and attend to Jim's needs. Then I played softball. Then I worked some more in the evening. Then I worked on my blog.

Today... I took a shower right after I fed Jim. Then I got Mag ready for school and then ate breakfast. Then im-ed my sister.

Tomorrow...I'll be doing what I was doing yesterday. But then I get to go to dinner with some friends. Yay!

5 snacks I enjoy...fresh fruit, chocolate pudding, popcorn, skittles, bread w/butter.

5 songs I know all the words to...I’m really bad at knowing the words to songs. I only know Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, I’ve Got the Joy Down In My Heart, Mary Had a Little Lamb, ABC’s, and I’m a Nut.

5 reality television shows I watch...I can’t help but watch these. American Idol, So You Think You Can Dance, The Apprentice, Hell’s Kitchen (I know!), sometimes Survivor.

5 television shows I watch daily... none.

5 things I would do with $100,000,000... pay off debts, buy my dream house, some cars, a boat, a cabin by a lake

5 locations I would love to run away to...Maui, Flathead Lake, Spain, Barbados, a hot spring

5 things I like doing...Watching movies, reading, playing w/kids, blogging, lying on my hammock.

5 things I would never wear...fur coat, string bikini, transparent swimsuit, U of O clothing, polyester.

5 recently seen movies I like...Failure to Launch, The Family Stone, Shallow Hal

5 famous people I'd like to meet... Keifer Sutherland, Ellen DeGeneres,

5 biggest joys of the moment...eating fresh picked blueberries, Jim & Mag, sunshine, getting emails/letters, and Beavers baseball team being National Champs!

10 Things

Via Amaya. List up to ten (10) things you want to say to ten (10) different people. Do not state who these people are. Do not confirm or deny any 'comment speculation'...

1) I know you love me but everything you say to me seems insincere.
2) I'm so thankful you're my best friend!
3) I love that we are so close now!
4) As much as I complain about everything, I do love you!
5) I hope I can be as cool of a mom as you are!
6) Why did you insist on always saying to me that I'm a good, young lady?
7) As much as I love you, I feel as though you resented my being adopted.
8) I love you so much! You have enriched my life!
9) I feel as though you're only my friend because our husbands work together and you love our kids.
10) I'm sorry I was so mean to you growing up!

My Sister Was Right

She said creating a blog is easy. She was right. Now I just need to find the time to keep up with this thing called blogging. I'm married, have two children - a 2 1/2 year old and a 12 week old, and work part time. Time - what's that?