Wednesday, August 20, 2014

The First Day of School

Ok, so I know this post is a few days late, but the real first day was super chaotic.  So we're going to pretend that I posted this on time.  I'm wacky, join me in my funky world for one post.  Then you can go back to being normal :).

Today is Firecracker's first day in Kindergarten.  I can't believe my baby is 5 and headed off to school... I know he went to school last year, but that was preschool.  It wasn't as big a deal to me.  Don't ask me why, because I couldn't put that into words, it's too funky for even me to figure out, but trust me the feelings are true.  

There were no tears today.  Firecracker was excited.  He even came into my room to get me.  He was all excited saying, "Mommy!  It's a SCHOOL DAY!!"  I'm so glad he's happy about it.  It'd be much more difficult if I had to force him to go.  

Here are some pictures of my sweet baby boy ready to head into his first day of school.

Firecracker and his first day of school sign


Excited about school!

A new back pack is one of the best parts about school!



  Did you notice on the sign that Firecracker wants to be a wind surfer when he grows up?  Such high aspirations.....  

Have a great day!
Ms. T





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Friday, August 15, 2014

Carl

I had a random memory the other day, which I feel the need to share with you.  When I was in college, I had a friend Mr. S.  We were chatting one day, and I have no idea how, but it came up that I'd never been given a real nick name.  Mr. S. was shocked by this.  So he decided he was going to give me a nick name.  And from then on to him I was Carl.  He's so funny!  Random memory over :)

Have a great day!
Ms. T




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Wednesday, August 13, 2014

The Fun Place

Recently, I was talking with a friend about my childhood home.  Not the house itself, although we chatted about that later, but about the atmosphere of the home.  

My parents had an open door policy for our home. Literally.  We NEVER locked the back door of our home.  The front door and the side doors were locked, but the back door was always unlocked.  It was not unusual to come home and find a friend in our house because they needed something. If you needed anything: a place to sleep, a friendly conversation, dinner, or a shoulder to cry on our house was open to you.  

We constantly had people in our home that were not "blood" relatives. But just because they weren't blood didn't mean we didn't love them and treat them like family.  There are a few that to this day we still claim as family. (We just can't get rid of them! hahaha!)

Our house was always fun and full of surprises.  Like having a food fight at the dinner table. Or informing whomever was there at the moment that they were going to play a game of boggle with us.  Or just witty repartee (aka really, really corny jokes and puns).  Also, my Mom is a major English lover.  Therefore, if you stepped foot in our house you had to be prepared to use correct grammar or be corrected. This has always been a habit for all 4 of us kids, but apparently it bugs the mess out of people....

And I grew up thinking that was completely normal.  Everybody has that type of home life right?  As I've gotten older, I've realized this is the exception, not the rule.  Most people don't walk into their home to find someone else there (unless it's a robbery, and that's not a GOOD surprise).  Most people are surprised if someone shows up at your house unannounced just to chat for an hour or two.  

It may have been an unusual home, but I wouldn't have traded it for the world.  Now, looking back, I see just how blessed I am.  Not only do I have parents that love me and are willing to do anything for me, but also they loved all who entered.  There was no condemnation in our home.  Our friends were always welcome and loved and often my friends became good friends with my Mom because she would take the time to chat with them and laugh with them.

Why am I telling you all this?  Because I value my upbringing so much, and I want my children to have just as many good memories as I have.  I hope to be the kind of parent that my parents are to me.

Have a great day!
Ms. T




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Monday, August 11, 2014

Flip Flop Girl

I am a flip flop girl.  I love them.  I'm addicted.  It has gotten to the point that when I wear any other kind of shoe my feet feel constrained and I can't wait til I can get back into my flops (as we lovingly refer to them).

I may need an intervention...

Have a great day!
Ms. T 




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Friday, August 8, 2014

Daddy's Shirts?

I wear the Hub's shirts often.  I mostly wear them to sleep in.  The Hubs laughs and says something like, "are those my shirts or yours?" or "get your own shirts!"  I respond with something like, "why get my own when yours are right here? ;)"

The other day the Hubs was wearing one of his shirts and Sweet pea looked at him and said, "Daddy, why are you wearing Mommy's shirt?" The Hubs looked exasperated.  And grinning at him I said, "yeah, why are you wearing MY shirt?"

Poor guy.  I have more opportunities for wearing his shirts than he does.  Such is the life of a worker bee.

Have a great day!
Ms. T 




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Wednesday, August 6, 2014

The Classics

There are sooooo many stupid shows on t.v. for kids now days (I sound so old when I say it like that! haha!).  It's frustrating.  Well, last night I decided to see if I could find some good 'ol cartoons for my munches.  I went on you tube and found a bunch of old loony toons that included Bugs bunny, Daffy duck and Wile E. coyote: genius. (Yes, I know I'm a bad mom for letting my kids watch t.v. that isn't educational. )

The kids LOVED them.  The classics never go out of style, baby!

Have a great day!
Ms. T 




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Monday, August 4, 2014

Broken

I know I have written about my depression and anxiety issues before.  I am not seeking attention of any kind, but this blog is essentially about my life and all the weirdness that comes with it.  Well, depression is part of my life.  I'll understand if you don't want to read about it, but sometimes it helps me to write it out.  If you wanna skip this and come back another day that's totally cool.

Saturday I had a really hard day and spent the majority of the day in bed.  I thought maybe I'd be ok on Sunday, at least I hoped I would be.  I was ok at first.  We went into church and sat through the sermon and half way through I started streaming tears.  The pastor had told a sad story, it made me think of a loved one that is now in Heaven.  So I sat there in service balling like a baby.  

I managed to pull myself together enough that we were able to go to Sunday school.  After Sunday school I told the Hubs I really needed to go home.  We were supposed to go to my Parent's house to celebrate their anniversary.  I just couldn't go.  

I was so upset with myself the whole way home.  I know I'm broken.  I feel like Humpty Dumpty.  No amount of attempts to fix me will ever put me together again like I should be.  Oh trust me, the meds help.  I would be 1,000 times worse without my meds.  And I thank the Lord for them constantly.  However, I know that this isn't normal and I wish so much that I could be normal.

I often tell the Hubs that I'm sorry that I'm broken.  He always replies, "it's not something you can control.  I understand." (He is such a wonderful man.  I dare you to find a man 1/2 as wonderful.)  
I am on the verge of rambling.  So I think I'm going to stop here.  

Have a great day!
Ms. T  




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