Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!!

Just stopped in to say I hope everyone has a happy holiday. And that for those of us missing people in our lives this year, to find joy and peace with those we are fortunate enough to have. I am having some struggles with my feelings towards my family right now, and this is the first christmas without my husbands grandmother, and its going to be hard. God bless everyone who is missing someone!

If you don't have power, that also means you cant leave the house.

Today I bring to you one of those stories, that could only happen to me.

So I got off work early the other day so I could go to a doctors appt in the afternoon. I took the whole afternoon off. Bc I am smart and I hate working. Duh.

I get home around 11;30am, and as soon as I warm up my spaghettio's (with sliced franks, THE BEST KIND THERE IS) there's a knock on the door.

It's a man from the power company.

Man says: Hi. I'm from AEP. We're gonna have to cut your power for about an hour, we're working down the road here...

Me: You suck. I'm leaving in an hour, can't you wait?

***I will say here, I do not normally speak to people this way, it just came out! Luckily, he laughed.

Him: Hey, we wanna go home too!

Me: Yeah yeah. Okay, thanks for letting me know.

So I think oh that's fine, I won't have tv but my laptop is charged, I can be online...

I get on facebook, start doing my fb thang....and then....the internet cuts out.

Fuck. You have to have the router plugged in! Duh.

Agh, I am a jackass. But that's okay, I'll just go to the mall for awhile before my appt...I go out to the garage, get in my truck, push the button to open the door.....nothing.

You have to have power for that too. FUCK! Now I am stuck here. And furthermore, they better be done in a reasonable amount of time, I'm sure the 1 hour was a lie bc it always is, I have an appt to get to, AND I AM NEVER LATE EVER EVER NEVER EVER. So I text my co-worker Jen and tell her to call me on her lunch break BC I'M SO FUCKING BORED ICANTSTANDIT!!!

My appt was at 2:10. At 1:50, I am calling the office explaining why I'm going to be late. Bc I'm stuck in my fucking garage.

At 2:00, the power comes back on. 2 1/2 hrs later. Really? 1 hour, huh? I was expecting like an extra 30-45 min, not more than double.

On the upside, I'm glad out neighbors got a new power pole, seeing as we called and asked for one 6 months ago bc ours is literally shredding in our yard, and they decide to give the neighbors one. NICE.

Hug your babies a little tighter this holiday season...

This has been a very depressing week. It's been awhile (again) since I've updated anything on here, but I feel compelled to do so today on a serious note.

My best friend growing up, lost her 2 month old nephew last night. He was found unresponsive yesterday morning, lifefloghted out and placed on life support. He didn't make it through the night. My heart breaks for them, and all the other families who have lost a loved one this year.

I think this year will be tough for many people. My family lost our matriach, my husbands grandmother, earlier this year, so this is our first holiday without her. It's already been tough.

Another family member is having a hard time trying to have a baby. Please say a prayer for new life, in light of allmthose we've lost.

I don't think I've announced on this blog yet, but we are expecting a 3rd child in June. I KNOW! It's crazy, but you know, ya gotta live according to God's plan, not your own. We were shocked and excited for the news, but we did also have a minor scare this week when we couldn't find a heartbeat. An urgent ultrasound showed our healthy baby, just twirling around in there. Whew.

Another friend in an online moms group I frequent, received a positive test for her baby to be at a higher risk for Down Syndrome. Prayers go to her as well.

This holiday season, I think we should all make it a point to say a few prayers, help someone in need, and remember that we all have our own issues going on. Some people don't talk about them, others wear them on their sleeve, but we all are going through something. I hope everyone has a very merry holiday season, and enjoys spending time with their family & friends, and look forward to a new year, new life, and new beginnings!

We're making it.

We survived the first day of kindergarten! Not only the first day, but we are on week 3 now (I think, maybe it's 4, I don't even know!) and it's going well. Now, at least.

Okay the part that DIDN'T go well, was the first couple times of Austin getting on the bus, sans mama. The first day, he got on with his aunt ( a freshman in hs), who rode the bus at first just for him to get used to it, and he got on that bus and didn't even turn around as he walked away. He did AWESOME! I was so proud of him. And then I went back home and I cried. And then I stopped. And then I e-mailed his teacher. And then I drove by the playground at recess. And then I was the first car in line to pick him up after school. :)

But it did, it went good...the following week, we had to get on a regular schedule, and with my work, on Mon & Tues mornings, I have to go in early right now, so I cannot be there to get him on. So twice, I got to work and got a call from my father in law that he did NOT get on the bus, wouldn't even go outside. I had to leave to go get him and get his arse to school. After the 2nd offense, I didn't know what else to do, so I told him this cannot happen again, bc if it happens a 3rd time, mommy will lose her job, and he will go to jail. Bc kids that don't go to school, get arrested and go to jail, and then we'd never see each other, EVER AGAIN.

Guess who gets on the bus now? Ha. I always win.

So, since he's done so well, today is picture day, and I told him yesterday as  a reward, I would take him to school. He was super excited and everything was great until we walked into school. Cue to clinging to legs, and eyes swollen with tears. Guess I won't be doing THAT again.....and he even  spiked his hair today bc he wanted to have his hair just like his teachers. lol

Enough about that....I should also take this time, to announce to the world that he scored the game winning goal at his soccer game on Saturday, and blocked every goal attempt in the first half as goalie! They don't keep score for the 5-6 age group, but obviously the parents do. haha He got the goal, the last play of the game! Proud mama moment #497.

One of these days, I plan to pick this blog back up, but my writers block lately has been a complete pain in my ass. Even on my fb page. I feel so much pressure, bc all the time, people tell me how much they love reading my fb posts, and look forward to them, which I LOVE, don't get me wrong, but it's a lot of pressure, when there's 300 people on fb to read YOUR status. lol

I'll close this with a quote from the song "Never Grow Up" by Taylor Swift....I am in love with this song and it makes me cry, for reals.

"To you, everything's funny. You've got nothing to regret. I'd give all I have honey, if you could stay like that. Oh darlin don't you ever grow up, don't you ever grow up, just stay this little; Oh darlin don't you ever grow up, don't you ever grow up, it could stay this simple."

New Beginnings...

So this may turn out to be a not-so-funny post. Sors.

My oldest offspring starts kindergarten tomorrow.  To be honest, I'm just glad I've kept another human alive this long. What an accomplishment!! Especially bc my goldfish didn't make it through the night.

I have no idea how the morning is going to go. Anyone who knows my child, knows that my child is the mini version of yours truly. He does NOT do ANYTHIIIINNNNGGGG that he does NOT want to do. Period. There is no maybe I'll try it....oh no. He is just not gonna do it. And he is painfully shy...Oh so shy! These 2 traits really work against him sometimes. I know the feeling!

He will either leap into the classroom, all smiles, or he will have a miserable day. There is no in between.

60% of me thinks he will be okay. He says he's excited. What he actually DOES may be a different story...

BUt it's not just a new beginning for him...it is for this mama too. Mama Bear is super emotional. Like, SUPER. I have cried and cried, for hours on end. My husband thinks I'm stupid. He says I am a train wreck & a hot mess. He doesn't get it. Men are stupid.

Why am I emotional?? I am truly so happy for him, bc I think he will great, he will thrive, and will make friends that will be lifelong.

But I am letting go of my first baby. The baby that changed my whole world. When I sat on the bathroom floor that night, the last thing on my mind was my baby growing up and going to kindergarten. It was more like holy shit I need to get my life together right this second, and give my kid the world.

And now I am giving my kid to the world.

I am giving my kid to world he does not know. The people in that school, they don't know him. They don't love him. They don't know how to handle his stubborness, they don't know what he thinks is funny, they don't know that his favorite color is brown, and that he wants to be a "worker" when he grows up, and that he loves his sister so much, he knows all of her allergies.

They don't know that this little boy, who always forgets 17, and goes from 16 to 18 every single time (17 doesn't even exist to him), is the little boy responsible for my life, and my husbands. They don't know he's the reason we went from nothing to a whole lotta something in the span of 6 years... This little guy, he's a pretty cool dude, and if not for him, who knows where we'd be.

It hurts my heart SO BAD to think about another kid being mean to him, or making fun of him...he'll be all alone. Oh it hurts. The last time I felt actual pain in my heart was in high school when I couldn't make someone love me. Yeah. It's like THAT.

All I can do is hope, that's it's all been enough. I hope he can find it somewhere in that big, but not always apparent, heart of his to make a friend. He's a charmer, he'll win 'em over.

So tomorrow, I will watch him get on a school bus. I will let go of his hand, and give him a little push. And if that doesn't work, I will scoop him up and take him myself. And I will hand him over to a teacher, that I don't know, but I can already tell will love him. And then I will cry. I will come home, and I will cry. I will cry until I can't cry anymore. Why? Bc I need him to be loved. I need to feel that he is loved. Not everyone will always love him, but SOMEONE will. Someone's going to be his friend, there is a girl he knows in his class, and she loves him (no really, they were bf & gf once) and she will help others to see how great he is. And that teacher? Well he's about to meet one of the funniest little guys he'll ever know!

I want include a poem that was shared with me, from a teacher to a parent:

The First Day

I gave you a little wink and smile
As you entered my room today.
For I know how hard it is to leave
and know your child must stay.
You've been with him for five years now
and have been a loving guide,
but now, alas, the time has come
to leave him at my side.
Just know that as you drive away
and tears down your cheeks may flow
I'll ove him as I would my own
and help him learn and grow.
For as a teacher, I too know
how quickly the years do pass
for not too long ago it was my turn
to take my child to class.
So please put your mind at ease
and cry those tears no more
for I will love him and take him in
when you leave him at my door.

And here is another one that pretty much sums it all up...well its wordy so it's not really summing anything up, but it was shared with me and makes me cry and if I'm cry, you have to cry bc that's MNAN rules! :
I TRUST YOU'LL TREAT HER WELL


World, I bequeath to you today one little girl in a crispy dress.. with two blue eyes...and a happy laugh that ripples all day long, and a batch of light blonde hair that bounces in the sunlight when she runs. I Trust You'll Treat Her Well.


She's slipping out of the backyard of my heart this morning and skipping off down the street to her first day at school. And never again will she be completely mine...


Prim and proud, she'll wave a young and independent hand this morning, and say goodbye and walk with little-lady steps to the nearby schoolhouse...


Gone will be the chattering little girl who lived only for play, and gone will be the delightful little child who roamed the yard like a proud princess without a care in the world.


Now, she will learn to stand in lines...and wait by the alphabet for her name to be called...


She will learn to tune her little-girl ears for the sound of school bells, and for deadlines...


She will learn to giggle and gossip... and to look at the ceiling in a disinterested way when the little boy across the aisle sticks out his tongue.


Now she will learn to be jealous...and now she will learn how it is to feel hurt inside...and now she will learn how not to cry. No longer will she have time to sit on the front porch steps on a summer day and watch while an ant scurries across a crack in the sidewalk...


Or will she have time to pop out of bed with the sunrise and kiss her dad good morning. Now she will worry about important things...like grades...and what dresses to wear...and whose best friend is whose. Now she will worry about the little boy who pulls her hair at recess time... and staying after school...and which little girls like which little boys...And the magic of books and knowledge will soon take the place of the magic of her blocks and dolls.


And she'll find her new heroes. For five full years I've been her sage and playmate...her pal and coach...her parent and friend. Now, she'll learn to share her worship and adoration with her teachers (which is only right).


No longer will her parents be the smartest, and greatest in the world. Today, when the first school bell rings, she'll learn how it is to be a member of the group...with all its privileges, and, its disadvantages, too.


She'll learn in time that proper young ladies don't laugh out loud...or keep frogs in pickle jars in bedrooms...or watch ants scurry across the cracks in a summer sidewalk...


Today, she'll begin to learn for the first time that all who smile at her are not her friends. That "the group" can be a demanding mistress... and I'll stand on the porch and watch her start out on the long, long journey to becoming a woman.


So WORLD, I BEQUEATH TO YOU TODAY ONE LITTLE GIRL in a crispy dress, with two blue eyes, a happy laugh that ripples all day long, and a batch of light blonde hair that bounces in the sunlight when she runs.


I TRUST YOU'LL TREAT HER WELL.

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Where have I BEEN?!?!

Agh I hate that I haven't been keeping up with blogging lately!! I beg your forgiveness. That is, if anyone still bothers to read this crap. Probably not.

Moving on.

I did a workout program called Slim in 6. As in, 6 weeks. I stretched it out over 8. No need to rush things, ya know? In my defense, it was ONLY because we were on vacation for 4 days, which included my BIL's wedding (i.e. not much vacation, but rather a lot of shit to do out of town!) and on the tailend of that little vacay, we went to Cedar Point and I was INJURED.

Seriously. Injured, people.

I used to LOOOOVE roller coasters. like seriously, LOVED THEM. I never puked, I only felt a little ill after about 17 rides....I was good. to. go.

The last time I went, was about ohhhhhh 7-8 years ago.

Apparently, 25 is the cutoff for adventures as such. I didn't even ride any big coasters, bc I knew I'd get sick. So instead, we spent most of our time in the kiddie Snoopy area. I rode the freaking Woodstock Express twice with my son, which, to it's credit, was a really fun little kiddie coaster (again, or am I just getting old???) and I kid you not, I went to the chiropractor 2 days later, and I had 5 ribs out of place.

Yes, 5.

I could barely walk, I was in so much pain. It was awful. I can't believe I made it through 2 days of work like that. Horrendous. So the next 2 weeks consisted of more adjustments and I was told to "take it easy". I took that as "no working out".

So I lost NOTHING. NOT AN INCH. NOT A POUND. NADA.

Eh well. I was bored with it anyway.

I DID go buy some cute workout clothes though...onto the next one....

It's been awhile...

...for a lot of things (get ya mind out the gutter). I mean things like BLOGGING and EXERCISING. They go hand in hand, ya know...

Anywho- I haven't blogged in forever. I just kinda hit a writers block and there's other blogs I read daily, and between that and all the time I need for facebook, I just haven't had time. (FB is practically a full time job.)

This post is the beginning of a new MNAN series called (....drumroll...........) GET SARAH SKINNY.

Recently, I was introduced to Beachbody, the people who bring you fitness buffs programs like P90X and Turbo Jam! My hubs' cousin is a coach for beachbody and held an open house a couple weeks ago, so I went. Her & her hubs have had great results with their workout programs...and let's just talk about the elephant in the room- I look like I'm 4 months along. Which is a problem because I'm ZERO months along.

So I decided to do the Slim in 6 program. I can't commit to more than 6 weeks, otherwise I'll never see the light. I am starting it Monday. In preparation for this, I am doing a 2 day fast this weekend (GOD HELP ME) and will follow their suggested 6 day diet for the first week on Slim.

I am really excited to start, even though exercise, just the mere thought of it, makes me want to vom. I hate being short of breath, I hate sweating, I hate feeling uncomfortable. But ya know what else makes me uncomfortable?? Having a baby belly with NO BABY. That makes me feel WAY more uncomfortable. It makes me want to go all people-of-walmart on you and start wearing pajama' all over town. Instead, I just keep my scrubs on after work. Way classier. Right??

So wish me luck. I'd post before-during-after pics but well, this is the internet, and a blog, which can't be THAT secure, and I don't want my nastyness hanging up on some guy's interior prison cell wall. Not that I'd ever know if it was?! But it's the principal, and we know how I always fight for the principal even when it blows up in my face....I digress.

Just take my word on my progress. Peace out.