Life

So a lot of things have been going on lately. Some way more funnier that others. Truthfully.. I am stressed but kinda happy stressed that I only have 4 more weeks until school is over. Well for a couple of weeks that is.

I decided this week to take all my educational basics at my community college than transfer to my university in less than a year. That is exciting huh? You know it is! But I am beginning to question school. I am just wondering if I have enough gas in me to make it to the finish line. I truly want to..but wanting and actually being able are two totally different things.

Not that I would ever trade in Jackson.. nope you cant have him!!! But sometimes, I just think how easy I had it pre-baby days. How I should have taken advantage of it. And how much it upsets me when I see my younger friends making the same mistakes that I did at their age. I just want to be the advocate for actually giving a fuck about your life, even at the age of 18 or 19.

Go to school people. Like, actually go. attend. take notes. be on time. You know that sort of thing. It is really only a small chunk of your life. You will have so much more time to party and live the dream. I promise!

You don't want to end up in your midlife and look back and realize how easy you had it and all that you could of done with yourself. It is a frustrating thing to do, look back on life.

I do think that I have a purpose just as everyone else does. And I do think I will reach it. I however would like to do it my way. Yes, I can be guided but... in my own direction.

So at the age of 22, I am now off to tucking in my 16 month old, picking up the remnants left from dinner, doing some art homework, writing an essay for my drugs and human health class, hopefully squeeze in a shower, than tuck myself in for bed, so I can be rested for tomorrow where it all starts over again. Life.

Trimming My Bush

It has been awhile. Life has been happening.. kinda crazy. Sorry to my faithful readers..or reader. Andrew and I have been trying to re-vamp this place up a bit. We had the brush pick up guys coming this week so we figured yard work was our main priority. That's Andrew for you..always has to prioritize, aka. he is OCD.

So Friday evening I got the bright idea to trim the obnoxious bush that had been chilling out, uncut for about 8 years in front of our house. It was an ugly thing just filled with all kinds of ugly. It even smelled ugly. It is true. My grandmother, who owns this house and was its former tenant, didn't have the greenest of thumbs... so it literally sat there untouched for 8 years. Just living the life, that bush.

I began trimming it,when all sorts of bugs began to fly out. I could just picture an entire bug community living in that thing.. and I was their Apocalypse. After trimming it for a couple minutes and with Andrew helping me, aka Micromanaging my every move, we decide to pull the dang thing out.

I was confused by this we business because in reality I did it. All by myself.. with the occasional snips from my ADD uncle. He had to get in there and help me out..thanks Louie! I am happy to say that I raked, dug, sawed and cursed that bush out with my own sweat, blood and tears.

We still have a bald spot in our front yard where the bush once was.. and I really don't feel like ever doing yard work again. Damn, this house stuff is no joke. If you have any suggestions for landscaping my place, please leave them in the comments. All help in wanted...

Post Baby Blues

Ever since having Jackson my body has went hay wire. Its not just the weight or shape that has changed, even though that would be the most obvious and the most drastic. I went from a svelte hourglass figure to an apple figure.

I have had a whole bunch of internal problems that I never had before having Jack. Like these sudden gallbladder attacks. Who gets these at 23? Who I ask?!?!? Me. That's who. Lucky ol Me. They are these awful events that happen every so often that leave me curled in a ball wishing for a lobotomy...something to take away from the pain. It really is that bad.

I have also had the craziest loss of bladder control. I cant sneeze without crossing my legs first...if you know what I mean. I guess I need to brush up on my kegels.

The list really goes on and on. It could rival a geriatrics's. As if childbirth, periods and PMS weren't punishment enough...we get to also look forward to everything our body deals with after having the miraculous child. Thanks a lot Eve!

Happy Easter!!!!

Jack's 16 month List

Here is a list of things Jack has learned to say or do within the past month. I find the toddler mind astonishing!

1.Exercise. I really don't know how quickly he picked up on this.. I rarely do it. I was doing squats and counting them out while watching t.v...oh god I am turning into my mother..When I turned around to see Jack mimicking me. It was the funniest thing ever! He now does it every time someone counts out loud.

2. Tap Dance. No joking.. I tell him to tap and he stomps his little feet. This too makes me laugh!

3. Blow Kisses...an oldie but goodie. I especially like the noise he makes with it..sounds something like..."muaaaaaaaaaaaaah"

4. He knows where his nose is and will point to it when asked...

5. This is in addition to number 4, he now picks his nose.

6. We also like to ask where his mouth is right after that..hahah....so gross.

7. He knows where his belly button is and will flash you any chance he gets.

8. He knows what sound a dog makes..sounds like" br br br" he does this sound out of the side of his mouth..too funny.

9. He thinks every animal goes, "brbrbr"

10. He spins in circles...and then walks out of it.

So there is probably WAY more.. but these are the cute things. My life no longer consists of keg stands and mardi gra beads. Now its filled with these little wonders my 16 month old picks up on a daily basis.

Mr. Sandman PLEASE bring Jack a dream

Getting Jack to go to sleep at night is sometimes as difficult as tying up a wild hog. I guess....never really had to do the latter. But I imagine it to be very difficult, don't you? He was out in the sun ALL day. This usually physically drains a normal sized human being. I can only imagine how much energy it zaps out of a 16 months old.

Not my son! He has super energy. He was bouncing off the walls as soon as he stepped in my front door. Even though he had been at Sea World all day long. He is even sporting a baby sunburn. I would say it is a 1 on a scale of 1-10. So don't worry!

I figured he would go to sleep no problem tonight after the day he had. But NOPE. It is 10 pm and he is still fighting it. I don't know what it is...

and because he is my son and we live life on the difficult side, he has to still be rocked to sleep. I cannot just lay him down and put a paci in his mouth. Nope. I have to rock him, pat his butt, rub his belly....the temperature has to be just right. Not to hot and not to cold. He has to have a pillow and his paci. It's crazy.

I just hope and pray that I am not doing this still when he is 18 years old....

Not So Wise Anymore...

If you ever thought about getting your wisdom teeth taken out, go ahead and shoot yourself in the foot then have someone sucker punch you in the kidney. It will feel better, I promise. I just had mine taken out yesterday. If it wasn't for the vicodin I wouldn't be the semi-functioning human being that I am right now.

I will say the best thing about it is all the sleep I am getting. But jeez..I have been having the strangest dreams. Last night I dreamt that I was apart of the PRS(Paranormal Research Society) and we were investigating my old house. It was WAY more weird than that. But I am too afraid to put it all out there in cyber world...

This food situation is ridiculous also. I have been surviving on pudding and chocolate milk. My wonderful, magnificent boyfriend who really tunes into everything I say.. brought me some egg drop soup last night. But lets not forget that I have been asking for Chinese food for little over a week now. So..he brought me some egg drop soup, while he scarfed down rice and the most delish smelling egg rolls...bastard. But I was so hopped up on vicodin it didn't matter.

Well I am going to continue to wallow in my own self pity party...its fun, you are welcome to join me! But if you have Chinese food OR Wingstop...forget about it!!