I am a firm believer in woman’s intuition at this point in my life. My life experiences just seem to time and again prove it to be true.
My husband and I both get along better with the opposite sex. Thus, I have lots of guy friends and he girl friends. Every once and awhile he befriends a girl who I see as being sketchy. He’ll claim it’s jealousy, and I admit, when it comes to other girls there is a fine line between intuition and jealousy, but sooner or later she makes her sketchy intentions with my husband known and I get to do the “I told you so” dance. [His attracting of the crazies goes all the way back to high school, so it’s no surprise to me.]
My mother is a bit of a psychic. I didn’t believe this until a recent conversation in which she asked if I was pregnant, not knowing that I had had my IUD removed and not having any other cues from me. She has not once asked me that question before, even right after Noah was born and she was jonesin’ for more grandkids. Well, she said I am (all tests were negative at the time) and that it will be twins. Let’s hope she’s wrong on that one.
I had a dream the other night that I was pregnant. It was as simple as that. I don’t recall details of the dream, nor were there many specifics, it was mostly just a statement or a message. Two days later I took a test and two lines showed up. That in and of itself isn’t extraordinary by any means, but some happenings of this summer have made it so. At the risk of sounding crazy, I felt a deep spiritual connection with someone upstairs who I believe will be the baby girl I am now carrying whose first name is to be Hazel. I’ve never been so sure about something like this in my life, sure of her before she was even conceived. So time will tell on this one whether or not I am right. :D
It was a rough summer in many ways, something that I am thankful for as it has drawn my family closer together and renewed my feelings of spirituality.
I never thought I’d be a mother of two, funny how your desires evolve over the lifetime. I am barely pregnant and so stoked.
I have to apologize for my recent posts being so negative. Between working a job where everyone has to be smiley all the time to being smiley at home for the boy, this is pretty much my only outlet for the negative stuff going on lately.
That being said, I have UH-LOT to be thankful for!
Just paid the remaining bills for the month and we have cushion left in the bank! This was an unexpected surprise!
I called in this morning which allowed me to sleep in until noon in a quiet house which was glorious.
My genius of a four year old would rather work in phonics books than watch Nick Jr. [Note: author may be biased towards child’s level of intelligence :D]
We have an awesome new house and yard in a great school district that is surrounded by great kids my son’s age.
My hair is grown out past that awkward stage that resembles a femullet.
Despite the shit we’ve been going through, I am still married to the love of my life and best friend and wouldn’t choose anyone else. Except maybe Ryan Gosling. And no, our son’s name did not stem from his character in the Notebook. :::side eye:::
I am working on refocusing on what’s important, as well as what is good.
This man has been a hero of mine since I discovered he existed high school. I was a partial anthropology major in college and this man LIVED the science. He took his new bride and moved to live on a cannibal island in the South Pacific in this book. In other books he made rafts he sailed from South America to Oceania. He did a lot of research on Easter Island.
How cool is Thor? So cool he made it onto the huge world map NPA has in his bedroom:
This book demonstrates what I always wanted to do with my life: simplify on a tropical island and truly absorb another culture.
Some fave quotes:
'Our sense of perception seemed to be tuned in to a different and clearer wavelength, and we smelled, saw, and listened to everything as if we were children witnessing nothing but miracles.'
'In our airy jungle cabin before we fell asleep, we would lie and inhale the exhalation of the surrounding forest. We were mouth to mouth with the breathing greenery, the one inhaling what the other exhaled.'
'There is still so much to learn about life around us that is not yet spelled out in letters. How can we be sure that we do not destroy it before we understand it?'
I have a few other books by him that were published in the seventies and have lovely eroded covers that I can’t wait to dive into!
I had an IUD in for almost four years and during that time I didn’t get my period. I had it removed about 6 weeks ago and it was shocking to have one again. Like, when I got it, I literally thought I needed to go to the ER for a second, then remembered that this is normal.
So here I am, my whoremones way more out of control now than when I had the IUD, trying not to freak out at my family for NO REASON, even though I really want to.
Maybe once I get some dinner in my belly the nasty monkey in my brain will tell the bird in my mouth to shutup.
[That’s a Reno 911! reference if anyone caught it. No? Ok.]
Easter Island: A Stone Age Civilization of the Pacific by Alfred Metraux
This lil ole book is one of my favorites. The first Christmas that we were back together, this is the gift I received from Brent. I was applying for a field school to go on an archaelogical dig on Easter Island the following summer. This was my good luck charm. As it would happen, I was accepted. Then life hit.
We last minute decided to move cross country a few weeks before I was set to fly to the island. That on top of the fact that I would be gone for four weeks whilst moving in and finishing wedding planning caused a problem for some of my family. After much pondering and some heartache, I canceled my trip. Life intervened yet again.
During the time that I would’ve been gone I interviewed and got a great job that has allowed me to support my family for the past five years. Also, NPA just so happens to have been conceived during the time I would’ve been away. That alone tells me I made the right decision.
That is what this beautiful little book represents to me: a time in my young life when I made a tough decision that brought with it wonderful results. Though at the time I had no idea.
This is something I don’t often consciously think about, but is nonetheless true: I am proud of myself. Damned proud. I graduated from college at twenty, got married, baby boy at twenty-one, been bringing home the bacon the past few years while husband was going to school, pay my mortgage every month, and my family is still in one piece. It’s been a long, rocky road, but I’m still here and I have some things to show for it.
I can by far say that my family is my proudest accomplishment. My husband and I have been to hell and back, a few times, but I wouldn’t want anyone else by my side on that type of trip. And the boy that we created, well he’s beyond anything I could’ve hoped for. He’s precocious, compassionate, and a total riot. These two are my life.
I’ve heard a lot about gratitude journals this summer and I definitely need to start one of those, if only to help remember that I had a part in how I got here. I worked for this. It may not be paradise everyday but in the end I still have my best friend as my partner.
A few underage beers, some whispered words, and I was in love. Hook line and sinker. Gone. When I moved out for college, our relationship became tense, so I broke it off.
A LOT happened in the next 18 months. I developed a bit of a drinking problem and my grades went to shit so I decided to move West after visiting Seattle and Vancouver with my rommate.
Right before I did, he came back into my life, stronger than ever. With my senior year of college all set to go in Seattle and him having just purchased a home in MN, what were we to do? Why get engaged and live together in the Wild West of course! So we settled down for about a year, adopted a puppy and I finished up my senior year. I love our old apartment.
That next summer we decided we should probably move back to the empty house we were paying for in MN, since I was done with school and all and the wedding was set for September. Our homecoming was glorious, seeing friends we hadn’t seen all year, christening our new home, partying hard. Then three weeks before the wedding we learned that this little guy was on the way:
We were thrilled. Then came the wedding day. I was never the little girl who dreamt of her wedding. I was the little girl who was sure that no man would ever fit into my life goals. So when it came to wedding planning cross country, I wasn’t super stoked about it. Our guest list ended up being mostly strangers and the wedding was just that: a wedding.
We had already been through so much that the wedding was more for everyone else than for us. We knew where we stood and where we always would stand. That night was FIVE years ago, which I have such a hard time believing. That’s a long time! Especially when Brent’s lovely high school friends were taking bets on how long we’d last.
But you know what? We’ve worked hard. He is my best friend in the world and I wouldn’t want to spend my life with anyone else, but that doesn’t mean marriage is a cake walk. What matters most to me though, is that when I think about all of the shit we’ve been through, all of the things that have tried to tear us apart, I have never once regretted my decision to spend the rest of my life with him. Sure there are times when I’ve wanted to punch him in the face, but I always know that I want him to be there when I come home.
Hi. I’m Laura and I’m a book fiend. Ok, so I read. A LOT. Sometimes to the point of distracting me from other points of life. I don’t get a lot of large chunks of spare time to read, so I take it where I can get it, namely on my bus rides to/from work as well as my lunch break. Since my husband does mornings with the little man as I am already at work, I have the pleasure of putting him to bed and reading him stories every night. He loves reading ALMOST as much as I do, which is a point in the “mom’s good genes” column for me.
Anyways, since I read a lot of both adult and children’s books and literacy in general has been a focus of mine recently, I thought I would use this venue to share a book that I like on a weekly basis. It may be what I am currently reading, have recently read, or have been reading to Noah for the last four years. I just love to talk books, so any recommendations are always welcome as well!
This Week’s Pick:
Sumo Boy by Hirotaka Nakagawa
The second pic is Noah’s favorite page. I love that he learns little bits of other cultures and language through goofy little stories. This short book about Sumo Boy highlights him saving a girl from a bad dude via his wicked sumo moves and then taking her back to the dojo for some sumo hot pot. [Noah asked what that was and I had no clue. Ha!] The best part at the very end is four full pages of illustrated sumo moves, a must for any growing boy.
I love finding great books like this at Half Price Books or the library.
For some reason I can’t feel my sweater on my chest so I keep looking down feeling like I’m showing a ton of cleavage at work. When I look down and see only sweater, no skin, I begin to think I am losing my mind.
It’s only 8:20 am and I am ready to go home. It’s going to be a long day…
Had an awesome visit with my mom yesterday and we’re going to the flea market first thing tomorrow morning. I can’t wait!