I'll have to find it...
Once upon a time there was a little bunny that loved the rain. He’d hop and twirl among the raindrops.
He lived in the desert so he didn’t get a chance to play in the rain very often. No one else would play with him because they were afraid of the rain.
One day as he was hopping through the shadows of a desert scrub, when he heard the sky crakck and huge raindrops pelted down. He ran home to let his mom know it was raining. Then he jumped and twirled right back into the rainstorm.
He danced and played for longer than ever, but the rain never stopped. He grew tired of so much hopping and frolicking, so he just started lippity lopping from soggy mound of sand to sandy mush.
The puddles between the sand dunes got bigger and bigger. But the little bunny was not afraid. He was curious why this rain shower was so much longer than any other rainstorm.
As he hopped and trotted further and further from his burrow he met another bunny that was traversing the storm. She was looking up and around with wonder. They sniffed each other’s noses and ears before lolloping through the dunes together.
After ages and ages and more rain than the both of them had ever seen they came across another strange sight. A massive dark shape loomed up from the soggy desert sand.
“This much be what is causing the rain,” thought the bunny and he hopped up to ask it to stop. The bunny could find no face to talk to and he hopped around the shape with his new friend right at his back. They came to a bridge from the ground into the dark shape.
The bunnies sniffed and sniffed the wooden bridge. As they sniffed they started climbing in to the bridge. When he was done sniffing, the bunny thought it was time to go. The bridge was just wood and not tasty wood, at that.
He looked down and almost tripped over his friend bunny in surprise. The rain had covered the ground all around them.
The bunny’s friend jumped into the lake that was swelling around them. She swam until the bunny almost lost sight of her. He was lonely now and hunched against the never-ending rain.
He heard some splashing and saw his new friend paddling back. He watched with wonder as she scrambled onto the bridge.
They were stuck alone and drenched on a bridge from the lake that had been their home to the dark shape above them.
After a while the bunnies got restless. They sniffed at the dark shape and took a step towards it. Then another step and before they realized it they were inching toward the dark shape.
The closer they got the wider and darker it became. The bunny looked around him once or twice but all he could see was rain falling into the depths around him.
His friend stopped suddenly and sat up. She turned one eye toward the dark shape, then the other. The bunny followed her lead. As he looked at the mass before him he saw something that had not been there before.
A light shone from the midst of the darkness in front of them. It was a welcoming light, like the sunshine on a new day.
The bunnies started moving infinitely faster. Then they heard a voice above them then. It was an old voice and kindly, but they could not understand it.
They started to hop to the light and the voice. Presently they came to the end of the bridge. The light shone into their eyes and they could see a doorway into the darkness.
Inside were all sorts of animals. The bunnies felt the warmth from dry hay and crowds of other animals. They were tired of being wet and they hopped in the arc just as the water rose high enough that the bridge fell from the door.
Friday, February 29, 2008
Thursday, February 28, 2008
A love note from my brother:
Or rather a subtle threat...
Oh, you'll have to wait to see it... I've got to upload it :P
Oh, you'll have to wait to see it... I've got to upload it :P
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
I love my visiting teachers
They asked me, before they left tonight, if it bothered me that we never get together for less than 3 hours.
It TOTALLY does not! I love these girls.
It TOTALLY does not! I love these girls.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Yesterday my sister came to Grand Prairie for a Winterguard competition.
We went to watch her of course, but it was a LONG day. Grand Prairie is not that far away but getting up at 6:30 or 7 on the day I am supposed to be able to sleep in was hard on my body... nah, not really. I could care less about that.
We met Dad at the High school, but first we needed cash for the tickets. So we ran out to the car and drove to a gas station to use their ATM. Only it was out of order!! Dad called and we met him at the ticket counter / folding table. He fronted us the money and we had to RUN in to the gym. A group had just started and they woun't let you walk to a seat while someone is preforming. Lucky us! It was the group BEFORE Emma's. So we got there RIGHT in time to see her.
She was very good and never dropped anything (saber, gun or flag). I was not. I BAWLED through the whole performance. I saw her walk onto the floor, waved to her and started to cry. I have no idea why. As I type this I am starting to cry again. *I wish I was a little more aware of my actual feelings and emotions rather than what they do to me* We stayed to watch other teams compete, and I thoroughly enjoyed it.
I was proud of myself for not crying when the other Clement's team competed and did REALLY well. I saw Nelli Morton and thought I would cry again, but I held my stupid tears in check. I recognized a lot of the school names and we stayed until the Coppell team competed.
Then we dashed like bandits. Well we walked all over the building and found the Clement's team and said "hi" to Emma and Nelli and Kelly Mecham. Brother and Sister Mecham sat next to us and it was fun to see them and talk to them again. I know Leslie was a guard, but I was not quite sure why they had come to watch until I saw Kelly.
We went to find the Kimball Art Museum. Along the way we passed the 'special' campus James was at as a child. We found the Arlington Museum o Art. It was closed! So we had a picnic outside.
The Kimball museum was super. I loved looking at the pictures and sculptures and was SO happy when there was more to see than the African Tribal masks downstairs. I walked around until my stomach hurt, which is a weird physiological phenomenon known only to occur in me. My stomach hurts if I eat and stand up for any length of time. If I don't hurt my back hurts. So either way I can't stand for long periods of time. I get weak and would probably pass out if I don't sit down when I start to hurt. Anywho. When i was sufficiently in pain. I got Scott and we sat down and when Dad came to join us, He was our excursion accomplice, we decided it was time to go. But Scott had no way of showing we were there THEN. We only went to a of cultural interest because he has a school assignment to go. Se we perused the gift shop. I found the COOLEST thing. There was SO much I could have taken home with me. Most of it was architectural/ horticultural books at a gajillion dollars each. Or pictures of famous art. Or cool architecture. Or other novelties or sketch books or whatever. But I got something completely useful.
It was suggested that I send it to Miles, in Brazil. But I'm not going to. It is mine. I'll get him another one.
Then we drove back to Grand Prairie. I only turned us around once and then navigated us RIGHT to the school. Yea me! Dad left to drive back to Houston. Scott got grumpy because, I dunno why. I got upset that he was grumpy. Once again we made it JUST in time to watch a group that Emma and Mom said were Really impressive. Meh, they were OK. The group after them, from Colorado were much better in my opinion. We watched more performances and were kicked out for a hour while they got ready for finals. I was upset about that because I had planned for us to come back right AT finals so Scott could just watch and not be grumpy. I knew he had a short attention span for all things scholastic / competitive, and I was trying to maximize my fun and enjoyment while minimizing his reason to complain. We got to watch four or five of the finals. They were all amazing. The Coppell team was very good. Perfect run and beautiful costume. Horrible 'floor' it was so distracting! My favorite was ... mumble mumble... the preformed to Habanera and it was amazing! my other favorite were the Alians, and um I'd have to look at my program again...
We left at 7 something PM and drove straight to ;Frisco to work on one of Scott's clients. They are amazing and I was disappointed that we left before Clement's competed again, but was slightly consoled with the knowledge of who we were going to see. Had a good time there. Felt like a ten pound weight was tightened to my mouth. Partly because I have a massive sore on my lip and partly because My wisdom teeth started to pound and throb. So We left when Scott was good and ready. I looked at the clock and got real mad. It was 3:30 in the morning!!!! No wonder I felt tired. No wonder EVERYONE else was asleep! I think it's rally unprofessional to overstay your welcome like that, not to mention RUDE!
Then I woke up at 9:50 this morning.
The end.
We went to watch her of course, but it was a LONG day. Grand Prairie is not that far away but getting up at 6:30 or 7 on the day I am supposed to be able to sleep in was hard on my body... nah, not really. I could care less about that.
We met Dad at the High school, but first we needed cash for the tickets. So we ran out to the car and drove to a gas station to use their ATM. Only it was out of order!! Dad called and we met him at the ticket counter / folding table. He fronted us the money and we had to RUN in to the gym. A group had just started and they woun't let you walk to a seat while someone is preforming. Lucky us! It was the group BEFORE Emma's. So we got there RIGHT in time to see her.
She was very good and never dropped anything (saber, gun or flag). I was not. I BAWLED through the whole performance. I saw her walk onto the floor, waved to her and started to cry. I have no idea why. As I type this I am starting to cry again. *I wish I was a little more aware of my actual feelings and emotions rather than what they do to me* We stayed to watch other teams compete, and I thoroughly enjoyed it.
I was proud of myself for not crying when the other Clement's team competed and did REALLY well. I saw Nelli Morton and thought I would cry again, but I held my stupid tears in check. I recognized a lot of the school names and we stayed until the Coppell team competed.
Then we dashed like bandits. Well we walked all over the building and found the Clement's team and said "hi" to Emma and Nelli and Kelly Mecham. Brother and Sister Mecham sat next to us and it was fun to see them and talk to them again. I know Leslie was a guard, but I was not quite sure why they had come to watch until I saw Kelly.
We went to find the Kimball Art Museum. Along the way we passed the 'special' campus James was at as a child. We found the Arlington Museum o Art. It was closed! So we had a picnic outside.
The Kimball museum was super. I loved looking at the pictures and sculptures and was SO happy when there was more to see than the African Tribal masks downstairs. I walked around until my stomach hurt, which is a weird physiological phenomenon known only to occur in me. My stomach hurts if I eat and stand up for any length of time. If I don't hurt my back hurts. So either way I can't stand for long periods of time. I get weak and would probably pass out if I don't sit down when I start to hurt. Anywho. When i was sufficiently in pain. I got Scott and we sat down and when Dad came to join us, He was our excursion accomplice, we decided it was time to go. But Scott had no way of showing we were there THEN. We only went to a of cultural interest because he has a school assignment to go. Se we perused the gift shop. I found the COOLEST thing. There was SO much I could have taken home with me. Most of it was architectural/ horticultural books at a gajillion dollars each. Or pictures of famous art. Or cool architecture. Or other novelties or sketch books or whatever. But I got something completely useful.
It was suggested that I send it to Miles, in Brazil. But I'm not going to. It is mine. I'll get him another one.
Then we drove back to Grand Prairie. I only turned us around once and then navigated us RIGHT to the school. Yea me! Dad left to drive back to Houston. Scott got grumpy because, I dunno why. I got upset that he was grumpy. Once again we made it JUST in time to watch a group that Emma and Mom said were Really impressive. Meh, they were OK. The group after them, from Colorado were much better in my opinion. We watched more performances and were kicked out for a hour while they got ready for finals. I was upset about that because I had planned for us to come back right AT finals so Scott could just watch and not be grumpy. I knew he had a short attention span for all things scholastic / competitive, and I was trying to maximize my fun and enjoyment while minimizing his reason to complain. We got to watch four or five of the finals. They were all amazing. The Coppell team was very good. Perfect run and beautiful costume. Horrible 'floor' it was so distracting! My favorite was ... mumble mumble... the preformed to Habanera and it was amazing! my other favorite were the Alians, and um I'd have to look at my program again...
We left at 7 something PM and drove straight to ;Frisco to work on one of Scott's clients. They are amazing and I was disappointed that we left before Clement's competed again, but was slightly consoled with the knowledge of who we were going to see. Had a good time there. Felt like a ten pound weight was tightened to my mouth. Partly because I have a massive sore on my lip and partly because My wisdom teeth started to pound and throb. So We left when Scott was good and ready. I looked at the clock and got real mad. It was 3:30 in the morning!!!! No wonder I felt tired. No wonder EVERYONE else was asleep! I think it's rally unprofessional to overstay your welcome like that, not to mention RUDE!
Then I woke up at 9:50 this morning.
The end.
Friday, February 22, 2008
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
072
Octi Grey.
Sharkmouth cousins-once-removed.
He had to do a hand stand to get the helmet on, it was heavy...LOL. "hey dad, I fell down and it didn't hurt because I had my helmet on!"
At the Zoo.
You will have to click on these strange boxes to see the pictures... I don't get it...
Grey.
Grey. Close up.
Octi-Aidan.
Sharkmouth cousins-once-removed.He had to do a hand stand to get the helmet on, it was heavy...LOL. "hey dad, I fell down and it didn't hurt because I had my helmet on!"
At the Zoo.You will have to click on these strange boxes to see the pictures... I don't get it...
Grey.Grey. Close up.Octi-Aidan. 072
Originally uploaded by jameswwquigley
My cute boys. Playing it up in Washington, they've been there for 6 months. It's crazy!
Originally uploaded by jameswwquigley
You may or may not be hearing more from me in the near future.
Scott is teaching the night classes at the Carrollton Massage institute. So he leaves when I come home and Comes home right in time for me to go to bed. I have the house all to myself. It's dangerous. I get stuck doing things that make me smile but ultimately make me gloomy and when I get gloomy from too much computing I get a little masochistic . it's not a good place to be. So yesterday i went to the library and picked up some books. The Hitchhicker's Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams, Charlotte by Jane Austin and Tracker by Robin Cook.
So mow I am set for a week or so. I started into the Hitchhicker's Guide but when the library closed and I came home I grabbed my journal and spent the rest of the time, besides eating dinner, writing in my journal. Then Scott came home and James called and I stayed up WAY too late.
I was planning on making activities for myself so I won't fall into the computer/mutilation trap. It was very much lik when i was home by myself all day and had to come up with things to do. I'm limited in that I have no vehicle... I would totally crash some parties at friend's houses if I could get there :P
I think my journal may become filled up sooner than I thought it would. Except that I left it at work today. Boo! and we are in a time crunch handing off the car, so I couldn't make the 10 minute round trip back to pick it back up. I really feel as though there is something missing. I may have mentioned before but I take that journal with me everywhere a kid takes a security blanket.
Ummm, lemme see. No incredibly funny stories from work yet. Well none that anyone would understand... I can try to explain. When we submit a work order request and get e-mail confirmation, the "from" field says "bpam". So I was getting our Regional Controller a blackberry set up today, and as I was explaining the order of events before he can read e-mail on it... we have to wait for IT to call with a password. He asked if he should wait to her from B. Pam. And I totally didn't get it ... and then when I did I laughed real hard.
See, not so funny.
Last year for our anniversary we bought a peace lilly. it was pretty-er than the bouquets we saw and would last a lot longer too. Now it is on it's last leg. It died off and then started to grow again, and then it died again and I found out that it had root rot really bad. So I cut off the offending roots and stalks and re potted the two healthy leaves. They wilt before my eyes. Sigh. It has almost made it a whole year, and I'd say that is better than any bouquet I've had!
E-gad! It's not even 8PM yet... I think I will go read some more.
Call me, if you feel like a chat. I know I will feel like one.
Scott is teaching the night classes at the Carrollton Massage institute. So he leaves when I come home and Comes home right in time for me to go to bed. I have the house all to myself. It's dangerous. I get stuck doing things that make me smile but ultimately make me gloomy and when I get gloomy from too much computing I get a little masochistic . it's not a good place to be. So yesterday i went to the library and picked up some books. The Hitchhicker's Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams, Charlotte by Jane Austin and Tracker by Robin Cook.
So mow I am set for a week or so. I started into the Hitchhicker's Guide but when the library closed and I came home I grabbed my journal and spent the rest of the time, besides eating dinner, writing in my journal. Then Scott came home and James called and I stayed up WAY too late.
I was planning on making activities for myself so I won't fall into the computer/mutilation trap. It was very much lik when i was home by myself all day and had to come up with things to do. I'm limited in that I have no vehicle... I would totally crash some parties at friend's houses if I could get there :P
I think my journal may become filled up sooner than I thought it would. Except that I left it at work today. Boo! and we are in a time crunch handing off the car, so I couldn't make the 10 minute round trip back to pick it back up. I really feel as though there is something missing. I may have mentioned before but I take that journal with me everywhere a kid takes a security blanket.
Ummm, lemme see. No incredibly funny stories from work yet. Well none that anyone would understand... I can try to explain. When we submit a work order request and get e-mail confirmation, the "from" field says "bpam". So I was getting our Regional Controller a blackberry set up today, and as I was explaining the order of events before he can read e-mail on it... we have to wait for IT to call with a password. He asked if he should wait to her from B. Pam. And I totally didn't get it ... and then when I did I laughed real hard.
See, not so funny.
Last year for our anniversary we bought a peace lilly. it was pretty-er than the bouquets we saw and would last a lot longer too. Now it is on it's last leg. It died off and then started to grow again, and then it died again and I found out that it had root rot really bad. So I cut off the offending roots and stalks and re potted the two healthy leaves. They wilt before my eyes. Sigh. It has almost made it a whole year, and I'd say that is better than any bouquet I've had!
E-gad! It's not even 8PM yet... I think I will go read some more.
Call me, if you feel like a chat. I know I will feel like one.
Infinity
Looking up into the night sky is looking into infinity - distance is incomprehensible and therefore meaningless.
Isn't it enough
to know the garden is beautiful without having to believe there are faires at the bottom of it as well?
Thoughts?
Anyone?
Thoughts?
Anyone?
Saturday, February 16, 2008
I need to update my blog more often....
"Currently I am watching my husband and his friend play a stupid game. I hate them both. Of course I am just paraphrasing."
LOL!!
Thanks Mike, for reminding me to update and giving me such a sweet entry!
Things are crazy busy. I am working at Lennar as the Regional Executive Admin and backup personal assistant to the Executive VP.
I have most of my filing set up and I am feeling a little more settled. I did have a partial melt down as I was talking to Jamies the other day. He said something interesting. I was all 'blah blah blah, whaa whaa whaa' and he said 'Arren, we had this same conversation when you started at UAMC. You were overwhelmed and didn't know what your job desciption was and how well you'd do at it.'
Now, I totally don't remember that conversation, but I trust James and I was so comforted that I felt the same way about UAMC, and when I left I was nearly indespensable... nearly, because they would have had to right-size me if I had not gotten the promotion. But everyone was sad that I was leaving and they love to hear how much I miss working with them and how much cooler they are.
So now when I am stressed I find comfort that it is just part of the learning curve of any new job.
In other news, Mom called the other day to wish me a happy Valentine's and proceeded to tell me how hurt she was about our behavior in Hawaii, and everyone thinks we hate them nor are they interested in having us at other family functions. OUCH!
We were rather selfish vacationers, we went out and did our own thing and made sure that we had fun while we were there. Our style was not to glue ourselves at the hip to the group which had a hard time working with everyone because the ages ranged from 3 - 80's. And Scott was defensive about Mom controlling our activities. My cousin even mentioned Mom's attitude, but evidently that is okay for a parent to be controlling, because none of the other parents had a problem with it and DID have a problem with our not dealing with it.
I wrote them an apology. I truely did have an awesome time. It was perfect.
Mom responded to my e-mail and said she had forgotten that we were mourning family members on the Quigley side. Megan died less than a month before we went out, and in fact Scott came straight from the funeral to Hawaii. So, yeah, he was a little distressed and not the best and most gracious guest. I was mourning Megan and James leaving. And the boys. And Jen. I have officially no family around now. And it sucks!
Well I hope that is a good enough post, Mike. I'm still a little raw from talking with my Mom, although I don't think I allowed myself to feel guilted. Just hurt.
LOL!!
Thanks Mike, for reminding me to update and giving me such a sweet entry!
Things are crazy busy. I am working at Lennar as the Regional Executive Admin and backup personal assistant to the Executive VP.
I have most of my filing set up and I am feeling a little more settled. I did have a partial melt down as I was talking to Jamies the other day. He said something interesting. I was all 'blah blah blah, whaa whaa whaa' and he said 'Arren, we had this same conversation when you started at UAMC. You were overwhelmed and didn't know what your job desciption was and how well you'd do at it.'
Now, I totally don't remember that conversation, but I trust James and I was so comforted that I felt the same way about UAMC, and when I left I was nearly indespensable... nearly, because they would have had to right-size me if I had not gotten the promotion. But everyone was sad that I was leaving and they love to hear how much I miss working with them and how much cooler they are.
So now when I am stressed I find comfort that it is just part of the learning curve of any new job.
In other news, Mom called the other day to wish me a happy Valentine's and proceeded to tell me how hurt she was about our behavior in Hawaii, and everyone thinks we hate them nor are they interested in having us at other family functions. OUCH!
We were rather selfish vacationers, we went out and did our own thing and made sure that we had fun while we were there. Our style was not to glue ourselves at the hip to the group which had a hard time working with everyone because the ages ranged from 3 - 80's. And Scott was defensive about Mom controlling our activities. My cousin even mentioned Mom's attitude, but evidently that is okay for a parent to be controlling, because none of the other parents had a problem with it and DID have a problem with our not dealing with it.
I wrote them an apology. I truely did have an awesome time. It was perfect.
Mom responded to my e-mail and said she had forgotten that we were mourning family members on the Quigley side. Megan died less than a month before we went out, and in fact Scott came straight from the funeral to Hawaii. So, yeah, he was a little distressed and not the best and most gracious guest. I was mourning Megan and James leaving. And the boys. And Jen. I have officially no family around now. And it sucks!
Well I hope that is a good enough post, Mike. I'm still a little raw from talking with my Mom, although I don't think I allowed myself to feel guilted. Just hurt.
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Eating the hospital bed...
evidently he got really sick a day later...
does that say something to you?!
I'm thinking:
ironic that the place we go to heal physical maladies is so dangerous to go to if you are healthy...
Aidan ALWAYS gets sick... so perhaps it's not really the hospitals fault that it's bed was RIGHT THERE where a kid can eat it...
American treatment facilities are not as 'sanitary' as we'd all like to believe...
HE is SOOO CUTE!!!
does that say something to you?!
I'm thinking:
ironic that the place we go to heal physical maladies is so dangerous to go to if you are healthy...
Aidan ALWAYS gets sick... so perhaps it's not really the hospitals fault that it's bed was RIGHT THERE where a kid can eat it...
American treatment facilities are not as 'sanitary' as we'd all like to believe...
HE is SOOO CUTE!!!
Flickr
This is a test post from 
, a fancy photo sharing thing.
SO I have a flickr page... and I am figuring out how to use the blogger/ flicker relationship to my own devious purpose.
but so far, I can only upload one picture at a time...
, a fancy photo sharing thing.SO I have a flickr page... and I am figuring out how to use the blogger/ flicker relationship to my own devious purpose.
but so far, I can only upload one picture at a time...
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Yesterday I finished playing wih my pictures on the computer and shut down. But Scott wanted to see what I had done...oops.
So i pushed the power button toturn my computer back on. Nothing. I was not too worried because I was not even sure it had finished shutting down. I waited a bit and tried again. Nothing. So I tried three time in quick succession. NothingNothingNothing.
I said to Scott, is ther a cool down time on my computer before I can turn it back on?
No, why?
It won't turn on...
Scott lept from his game and started 'looking into the problem' within minutes my computer was in pieces all over the floor. I was too tired to think of taking more pictures... but he had taken the motor out and off the motherboard and had opened the fan... there were screws and all sorts of wires and what not all over.
The diagnosis was grim. I need a new power supply. (well maybe not so grim after all, but you should have seen the look on his face!)
Tomorrow He'll go to Fry's and pick one up.
I was grateful that i had not completely ruined my computer and went to bed.
In the morning Scott had piled up the computer parts in to a little stack.
I went to work.
When Scott picked me up for lunch, he had started on a big project that I have in mind for this weekend AND my computer was up and running. He had not gone to Fry's and bought a new power supply. Instead he had gone shopping in our closet. We have a upright legal size file cabinet that is filled with computer parts. Usually I moan about all the wasted space and useless junk. Well I'm not complaining today!
Thank you Scott!
So i pushed the power button toturn my computer back on. Nothing. I was not too worried because I was not even sure it had finished shutting down. I waited a bit and tried again. Nothing. So I tried three time in quick succession. NothingNothingNothing.
I said to Scott, is ther a cool down time on my computer before I can turn it back on?
No, why?
It won't turn on...
Scott lept from his game and started 'looking into the problem' within minutes my computer was in pieces all over the floor. I was too tired to think of taking more pictures... but he had taken the motor out and off the motherboard and had opened the fan... there were screws and all sorts of wires and what not all over.
The diagnosis was grim. I need a new power supply. (well maybe not so grim after all, but you should have seen the look on his face!)
Tomorrow He'll go to Fry's and pick one up.
I was grateful that i had not completely ruined my computer and went to bed.
In the morning Scott had piled up the computer parts in to a little stack.
I went to work.
When Scott picked me up for lunch, he had started on a big project that I have in mind for this weekend AND my computer was up and running. He had not gone to Fry's and bought a new power supply. Instead he had gone shopping in our closet. We have a upright legal size file cabinet that is filled with computer parts. Usually I moan about all the wasted space and useless junk. Well I'm not complaining today!
Thank you Scott!
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Babies, babies, everywhere part II
So everyone I know is pregnant. Or they JUST had a baby. And they are all girls.
Well Alison and Jen are having boys... but that's two boys out of *counting really hard* seven that I can count off the top of my head. So there are lotsa girlies out there.
And they all are wiggelers. I am hearing stories of babies kicking and squirming and punching more than normal, and in one instance breaking mom's ribs from moving so much.
And Crystal's grossly accurate and graphic description of an epidural... shudder... well right now I am glad that I don't have to worry about miscarrying, high risk-ness, twins, eight kiddos in the house, not being able to lay down, peeing all the time, hunger and no room in your abdomen for your stomach to hold food, EPIDURALS!!!, getting fat, breast feeding for the first time, not sleeping for 9 months, and rearranging our home to fit all the baby stuff. Plus what ever else I am forgetting that is yucky about being with child.
Now I understand that not everyone has complicated and or hard pregnancies and that the result is way worth the bleh, but I don't have to deal with that right now. And I am glad.
However, I miss my boys!!! My little ready-made family.
When we were in Colorado for the funeral I met Scott's other sister for the first time. She has adopted 3.5 of their 4.5 kids (The .5 is a foster daughter that they are trying to adopt). Bingo! Ready made family... to order.
I've talked with some people about fostering and adopting and it sounds like fun.
well, no... not really.
But an adventure!
To foster, here, I need 8 sq feet to dedicate to the child and a 6 week parenting class. That's it.
It sounds super easy. And foster parents are always in demand. I could even foster pregnant teens... who were disowned(?)... Cool, huh? I wouldn't do that right now... I'd have no 'mother authority' since I'm just recently an adult myself. maybe when I'm 30-ish.
However, that gets to wait until I am not a corporate working fiend.
I wonder if fostering and then adopting is cheaper than just adopting... either way I feel called to adopt. I have since we got married and started planning for our lives. But I think one is sufficient, I'll leave the 5-1000 kids to Bethany. :)
Well Alison and Jen are having boys... but that's two boys out of *counting really hard* seven that I can count off the top of my head. So there are lotsa girlies out there.
And they all are wiggelers. I am hearing stories of babies kicking and squirming and punching more than normal, and in one instance breaking mom's ribs from moving so much.
And Crystal's grossly accurate and graphic description of an epidural... shudder... well right now I am glad that I don't have to worry about miscarrying, high risk-ness, twins, eight kiddos in the house, not being able to lay down, peeing all the time, hunger and no room in your abdomen for your stomach to hold food, EPIDURALS!!!, getting fat, breast feeding for the first time, not sleeping for 9 months, and rearranging our home to fit all the baby stuff. Plus what ever else I am forgetting that is yucky about being with child.
Now I understand that not everyone has complicated and or hard pregnancies and that the result is way worth the bleh, but I don't have to deal with that right now. And I am glad.
However, I miss my boys!!! My little ready-made family.
When we were in Colorado for the funeral I met Scott's other sister for the first time. She has adopted 3.5 of their 4.5 kids (The .5 is a foster daughter that they are trying to adopt). Bingo! Ready made family... to order.
I've talked with some people about fostering and adopting and it sounds like fun.
well, no... not really.
But an adventure!
To foster, here, I need 8 sq feet to dedicate to the child and a 6 week parenting class. That's it.
It sounds super easy. And foster parents are always in demand. I could even foster pregnant teens... who were disowned(?)... Cool, huh? I wouldn't do that right now... I'd have no 'mother authority' since I'm just recently an adult myself. maybe when I'm 30-ish.
However, that gets to wait until I am not a corporate working fiend.
I wonder if fostering and then adopting is cheaper than just adopting... either way I feel called to adopt. I have since we got married and started planning for our lives. But I think one is sufficient, I'll leave the 5-1000 kids to Bethany. :)
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
people
I've only been working on a computer for a little bit, but already my typing is so much better. If I slow down a bit and think, I can type sorta accurately without looking at the keys!!
Scott invited some people from our ward over for dinner tonight. They had already eaten, bu they came to hang out for a bit. It was fun to sit and chat.
I have never seen either one of them before... ever.
Our ward is transient, and I don't at all profess to know everyone, but Scott chats with these people all the time and they gave us concert tickets and we are cool with them. I was very surprised to realize that we are friends with a couple that I had never seen before... not just have not met, but I have never seen them.
crazy!
On a completely different note, I really love to eat corn. It is just so yummy.
Scott invited some people from our ward over for dinner tonight. They had already eaten, bu they came to hang out for a bit. It was fun to sit and chat.
I have never seen either one of them before... ever.
Our ward is transient, and I don't at all profess to know everyone, but Scott chats with these people all the time and they gave us concert tickets and we are cool with them. I was very surprised to realize that we are friends with a couple that I had never seen before... not just have not met, but I have never seen them.
crazy!
On a completely different note, I really love to eat corn. It is just so yummy.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
I got a promotion last week and I was SO stressed over it.
The Saturday after coming home from Hawaii I was so distraught that I threw up a lovely dinner of Vietnamese soup. And as I have told my wonderfully concerned friends, I am not pregnant! I totally just get the symptoms when I am stressed... for reals!
Here is what is going on:
So much time with family
James leaving
the boys gone
the house is a mess
companies fighting over me... literally they were jus this side of 'pulling out the big guns' (I know it's a compliment, but I was in the middle and I was stressed over it)
the new responsibilities are overwhelming me (on Tuesday I get to be the personal assistant to a VERY important guy, who is used to having him every whim catered to...even the whims he does not know he has, it's intense!)
so much LAUNDRY!!!
still mourning Megan's death
scanning family photo albums for the Quigley family.... and it's a LOT of pictures.
scrap booking some of those pictures
going through everything and sorting out James' stuff and shipping some of it to him
deciding what to do with the rest of it
keeping myself busy and active, physically, so i don't have another stress meltdown
remembering to make time in all of this for Scott
phew!
But my visiting teachers and visiting teachee are great and they have been helping me through a lot of this. THANK YOU LADIES!
and James gave me great advise, I can work for 4-5 years and climb that corporate ladder and get as far as I can go, and have fun and enjoy it; and then jump into becoming a mom and enjoy that. OR I could wish that I was a mom while I have to be working and therefore not enjoy the time spent and then when I do become a mom, wish I was working and resent my kids for keeping me at home. It's my choice.
It was so novel. So I have decided to really enjoy my career life.
so there!
ha!
The Saturday after coming home from Hawaii I was so distraught that I threw up a lovely dinner of Vietnamese soup. And as I have told my wonderfully concerned friends, I am not pregnant! I totally just get the symptoms when I am stressed... for reals!
Here is what is going on:
So much time with family
James leaving
the boys gone
the house is a mess
companies fighting over me... literally they were jus this side of 'pulling out the big guns' (I know it's a compliment, but I was in the middle and I was stressed over it)
the new responsibilities are overwhelming me (on Tuesday I get to be the personal assistant to a VERY important guy, who is used to having him every whim catered to...even the whims he does not know he has, it's intense!)
so much LAUNDRY!!!
still mourning Megan's death
scanning family photo albums for the Quigley family.... and it's a LOT of pictures.
scrap booking some of those pictures
going through everything and sorting out James' stuff and shipping some of it to him
deciding what to do with the rest of it
keeping myself busy and active, physically, so i don't have another stress meltdown
remembering to make time in all of this for Scott
phew!
But my visiting teachers and visiting teachee are great and they have been helping me through a lot of this. THANK YOU LADIES!
and James gave me great advise, I can work for 4-5 years and climb that corporate ladder and get as far as I can go, and have fun and enjoy it; and then jump into becoming a mom and enjoy that. OR I could wish that I was a mom while I have to be working and therefore not enjoy the time spent and then when I do become a mom, wish I was working and resent my kids for keeping me at home. It's my choice.
It was so novel. So I have decided to really enjoy my career life.
so there!
ha!
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