Thursday, September 30, 2010

Welcome Home Ceremony

I'm going to tell you a story.  I'm telling you this story because my friend Lisbeth's husband Don came home last night.  I'm so happy for them!  And it's made me think about the time I got to see a Welcome Home Ceremony first hand.    

It was the day of my 20th birthday.  It was a little chilly outside, but nothing unusual for February in Colorado.  There was no fresh snow, and the roads weren't icy at all.  Thank God, because I cannot drive well on icy roads.  

I woke up that morning feeling every single version of nervous that ever existed.  I was excited, scared, nauseous, and a million other things I couldn't put my finger on.  

Today was the day that I was finally going to meet him.  I'd talked to him for almost a year online.  We never committed to being in a relationship though, because that would have been crazy; we'd never even met.  Don't get me wrong, I wanted him, but I wouldn't be one of those girls who started "dating" someone online.  So, to get away from that idea, I very deliberately dated other people.  I dated a lot of other people, all for the purpose of distancing myself from him.  

A short while before he got home, I'd met a friend of his, Lindy.  Lindy was married to Matt, and Matt was his best friend.  So, awkward as it was, I met Lindy.  She and I became friends and hung out before they came home.  Aside from emails from him, Lindy was my only connection to their world.  She knew their schedule, when they'd be home, what to expect, etc...  She and her husband had been through this before.  it was old hat for her family.  I didn't realize of the time that she was reporting back to him.  I guess I passed though, because he still wanted to meet me.  

It was surreal.  Here I was, friends with this woman, who just a few weeks ago was a perfect stranger.  She and I were at such different points in our lives.  She was married with a child, waiting on her husband who'd been in Iraq for a year.  I was just a girl, totally not committed, but still waiting to meet this guy to see what might happen.  We were so very different, yet we bonded nonetheless.  I could feel her joy for every day that passed, that she was closer to seeing her love, and I could feel her heartbreak every time they got the "wrong date" and she realized it would be later than she thought.  It was a roller-coaster of emotion for her that I, for better or for worse, was there to witness, and in my own very small way, feel as well.  Fortunately for everyone, we didn't get too much misinformation.  

Soon, but never soon enough, we learned that the guys would be coming home on February 21st, my birthday.  Not only that, but they'd be coming home at a reasonable time on February 21st.  Little did I know at the time, they could literally get home at any time:  3AM?  No problem.  

By this time, I was hanging out with Lindy and her family a lot, and her excitement was contagious.  I did a little bit of reflecting and decided that though I had purposefully dated other people while he was gone, I wanted to purposefully be completely single when he got home.  I wanted to give us a fair shot at dating, if that's what we decided to do.  

So, I moved on.  I terminated any dating relationships, and I focused on work and school and just keeping my feet on the ground until he got home.  

Time moved more quickly than I thought it would.  Before I knew it the day had arrived.  I woke up that morning, and thankfully the weather was good.  I, on the other hand, was a wreck.  I had a pimple, probably from the stress of meeting him, my hair was a mess, and I didn't know what to wear.  Now, let me just say that I'm not one of those girls who wears cute clothes.  I mean, I usually match, but not a lot of serious thought goes into my clothing.  I'm mostly a t-shirt and jeans kind of girl.  But of course, that morning was different.  I was meeting him.  I had to look nice.  Indecisively, I threw on a pair of jeans and one of my better tops: a sheer white long sleeve shirt, with a purple tank top underneath.  Just in case though, I packed two other tops to show Lindy.  I needed another opinion.  I put on a little make-up, sprayed my very most favorite smelling body spray, and rushed out the door.  

I was early, but I felt like I was hours behind.  I didn't actually know where the building was, I just knew I had to be at Lindy's before she left.  I got to her house, showed her my clothes, and she said what I was wearing was fine.  I barely heard her.  My thoughts were so...loud.  

We left her house and drove on to the base.  We found the building alright.  There was fast food across the street, so we went there to eat something, to settle our nerves.  I couldn't eat.  She couldn't eat.  So, we went back to find our seats.  

At first it was just a thought, somewhere mostly unnoticed in the back of my head.  Just this little pulsing idea, "You don't belong here.  You don't fit in."  I decided that the excitement of all these wives waiting for their husbands was just too much for this single girl to handle.  You could feel the emotions and expectancy just hanging in the air.  The whole room was fireworks about to explode.  So I took a breather.  I stepped outside into the cool Colorado air.  Lindy, for completely other reasons, came with me.  When I stepped out of the room, and into clarity, that small thought from before buried me in the enormity of it's truth.  I didn't belong here!  I was a disgrace to all the families who did deserve to be here.  I needed to get out now.  Oh crap, I'd left my purse by the bleachers!  I went back inside to grab it and make a shamefully cowardly exit.  I'd hoped I could go unnoticed.  I was thinking of ways to ditch Lindy.  I could go to the bathroom.  Or in a more me-fashion, I could just freak out, get all awkward, and literally run away.  Yes, that was probably at the top of my list.  

In that moment though, I looked at Lindy and her young son, and all the other families there, and thought, "Ok, you can leave.  You can absolutely walk out that door, hop in your car and drive away as fast as you can. But that wouldn't be right.  These families have been waiting to see their loved ones for goodness knows how long, and you owe it to everyone here, family and military members alike, to stay.  If for nothing else, than at least out of respect for what they've gone through."  

With new resolve I stayed, and I waited.  And then it happened.  

It was a chaotic mess of loudspeaker voices and videos.  All I could decipher was that they were here.  They were about to walk in the door.  Every single person in that room (except me) had had the same dream for a year, and that dream was about to come true.  

I don't remember what they said, I don't remember what was on the video.  But I will never forget the image of so many soldiers marching into this family filled building.  In unison, they marched in and stopped.  There was a speech.  Again, I can't remember who spoke or what they said.  I do remember that during the speech, though the soldiers remained still, and families stayed near, if not in, their seats everyone was scanning faces.  Each person was searching for one face in a sea of many.  And every single person in the room, including me, was waiting for the moment when who ever was talking would stop talking, and the men would be released to find their families.  

Finally, it happened.  

It was a mad house for 2 minutes, while soldiers and families alike scurried to reconnect.  Before they'd even gotten to the states, they knew where to look for their loved ones, but it was still more like a real life version of "Where's Waldo?" for a few minutes.  

I knew who I was looking for.  I knew who Lindy was looking for.  It was no surprise that Matt and Lindy found each other before he found me.  I'm glad they did, because I got to see them together.  She rushed into his arms, and he kissed her, even though she said they probably wouldn't kiss there, because they don't like PDA.  It was the very sweetest kiss I've ever seen.  Things all around the room went from "Where's Waldo?" to a real-life, better version of "The Notebook".  For just a moment, I was lost in this feeling, their feeling.  It was so genuine and sweet, it was impossible to resist.  

Then I remembered why I was there.  I was there because he was there.  I had a picture, just a picture, of what to look for.  He was tall, with blonde hair and blue eyes, and he was handsome.  

I looked up, and there he was.  "Happy Birthday to me," I thought.

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Gimme the good stuff.

Hey guys! Well, as you know, I felt the need to talk about some pretty negative things over the weekend.  It's stuff that was weighing on me, and I just needed to get it out.  Buuuuuut, since I was able to vent about it, I've found that I have more room in my mind for better, more positive things.  So, in order to balance my blog I'm posting my list of "Yay me!" things, in true London Tipton fashion.  Yeah, maybe I watch too much Disney channel.  


The "Yay Me!" List
1.  Not only am I not failing anything  in school(which I'm also kind of proud of.  You see, last semester I failed my bio lab.), I'm actually doing pretty good so far.  I'm talking honor roll here folks!  Yay me!  


2.  Well, this isn't so much a "Yay me!" as it is a take-that-sucker!  About a week ago Heath was driving my van and he wrecked it.  So now my van has a black eye.  It's really quite sad.  See?  
Since then I've been more....easily annoyed.  I mean, my van is still broken.  It's supposed to be fixed tomorrow, but tomorrow can't come soon enough.  


Well, a few days ago Heath went paint balling for a morale event at work.  He's been itching to do this, and he had a lot of fun.  He can't wait to go again.  So...my "haha!" moment comes in here:
Fortunately it doesn't seem to be bothering him, but (how rotten of me) I'm a little glad he got bruised anyway.  If it actually hurt him I'd probably feel guilty though.  


3.  The next "Yay Me!":  We got our Halloween costumes this weekend.  I ended up deciding on Mother Nature, Heath's a Hotdog, and Harper got Batman, Buzz LightYear, and Woody.  We're so excited about Halloween.  It's going to be a great night.  We're going to Boo at the Zoo, then coming home to watch The Nightmare Before Christmas and eat tons and tons of candy.  





4. My last "Yay Me!" is this.  I got to use my Fall cookbook this weekend.  I bought it at the used book store earlier this year.  I've been waiting to use it and I finally did.  I guess I could have used it before, but it just didn't seem right.  It felt like I was cheating on Fall.  Anyway, I made from-scratch-brownies.  They were my first from-scratch-brownies, I just so happened to have all the ingredients on hand (which is always awesome), and they were delicious.  

Though it was kind of an uneventful weekend, it was still pretty good.  Oh, the best part was I didn't do any homework all weekend!  I probably could should have studied, but I didn't.  It's rare that I have a weekend without homework, and I enjoyed it very much.  


For now, I'm going to watch the new TLC show, Sister Wives, pack up my backpack, then head to bed.  


Night night guys.  Happy Monday tomorrow.  

Saturday, September 25, 2010

Pity Party: Part 2: A letter to my HACKER

Yes, this is gripe number two for tonight.  Actually, this is gripe number one if they're ranked in order of importance.  If you rank them on a timeline though, it's two.  Wow.  That is so not what's important.  Anyway...

So, gripe number 2 is actually a bit more serious than the first one.  If you read my (sort of depressing now that I look at it) blog, you'll know that I'm in somewhat of a battle with my grandmother.  I know, I know, I'm probably going to hell for disobeying all that respect-your-elders crap, but I'm in this fight nonetheless.  If you don't already have details, you can read about said fight here.  

Anyway, I posted that blog a few days ago, to vent my frustration with the whole situation.  I'm frustrated because it happened, and I'm newly frustrated because now I have to see her constantly on Facebook.  Well, about a day or two after I posted that, someone hacked my Facebook and sent that same grandmother "Flowers from Mom".  Ok, if you know me but at all you know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I hate hate hate those apps on Facebook.  I don't care how many gold coins you need to get another leprachaun, how many cows you need to get more points at farmville, how many beats per minute your "heart" has now.  I will not play these games with you.  I will not support you in your quest-for-blah-blah-blah....  I won't be rude to you about it, because hey, to each his own.  I, too, waste some time playing bejeweled blitz on Facebook.  Total time waster but mildly entertaining when dishes/laundry/vacuuming is looming over your head.  I will however, block as many of these applications as possible.  

Now that we're clear on that, let's get back to the point.  Someone hacked my Facebook and sent the grandmother, who was totally out of line, "Flowers for Mom" from me.  

Well, I promptly changed my password to keep the hacker from getting back to my page and meddling further in my personal life, but I'd just like to say a quick word to the hacker, if he/she reads this blog:

Dear Hacker
Let me start by saying that I already have a good idea as to who this might be.  Keep your nose out of my business.  I don't appreciate anyone meddling in my life.  If I wanted to reconcile with my grandmother, I damn well would have done so.  If you thought you were helping the situation, you were very, very mistaken.  As a matter of fact, since you decided to put words in my mouth, I now feel obligated to set the record straight.  I will be emailing my grandmother this weekend, to tell her exactly how I feel about her behavior.  As I've said before, it was totally inexcusable and unacceptable.  

If you'd like to explain to me why you thought it appropriate to step way over your bounds by sending her "flowers" from me on Facebook, please feel free to do so.  But know that I am pissed.  This is way over the line.  Who ever you are, how would you feel if I hacked your Facebook and contacted people you don't want in your life?  Think on that the next time you get the urge to meddle in my life, ok?  Thanks.

Signed:
Grossly disappointed, 
Danielle

Anyway, that's my 2 part drama tonight.  I think it's definitely time to hit the sack, put today's bs away, and try, try again tomorrow.  

I think then I shall post about the good things that happened today (well, tomorrow it'll be yesterday...because that's not confusing at all).  Preview: I'm doing well in school so far.  I got out of class early today, which is always awesome.  Heath got beat up by paint balls, which he totally deserves after giving my van a black eye.  And, we got our Halloween costumes today.  Harper loves all three of his.  Yes I said three.  I know I have a Halloween problem.  I'm working on it.  :)  

On that note, goodnight my friends.  I hope your day was better than mine.  :)  And I hope all our tomorrows are wonderfully relaxed.  

Oh, one last thing, I hope my love Brittany had a wonderful night tonight.  And I hope she blogs about it.  :)  

Pity Party: Part 1

Ok, so I realize I've complained a lot on my blog.  So...I'll start this one by saying this: If you're sick of hearing me whine, stop reading now.  If you'd like to join my pitty party, well, soldier on my friends.

Ok, so here's my gripe right now.  A few days ago I was talking to my husband about a missions trip I went on when I was 18.  It was a great trip that I will never forget.  Well, that stroll down memory lane made me think about all the people I went on that trip with.  A few of the guys recently got married, a few of the gals are married and have kids.  I mean, we've all grown up and lost touch, moved far away from each other, but I know basically where everyone's at thanks to Facebook.  Well, that made me sort of realize that  an ex friend/boyfriend of mine, also on the trip, doesn't have any of those communication type things...that I know of  We dated for a few years and we kind of lost touch after I got married.  I mean, we stayed friends for a while, but I moved and he....well, I've honestly got no idea what happened to him.  He must be stuck in the stone age because there's no sign of him on Facebook.  Seriously, who doesn't have Facebook?

Anyway, I'm friends with his mom on Myspace.  I hadn't gotten on Myspace in forever.  I really just keep it so that I can save my photos on there.  Side note: I really should collect and organize all my photos from all around the internet (namely FB and Myspace), and all around my apartment, but that takes far too much time and I'm far too lazy for a task like that.  Do you think you could hire someone to do all that for you?  Hey, maybe this person could organize all my personal records while they're at it....?  

So anyway, I log on to Myspace, for probably the first time this year, and email his mom.  She and I were never super close, but we were ok I thought.  We definitely don't talk now, but at a time we semi-close.  The break-up got kind of icky with her, but honestly I can't remember most of it.  It's been so long now...and I was kind of on drugs at the time (that's a sort of long story that I can totally share later.  And for the record they were legal drugs).  Anyway, I emailed her on Myspace, asked her how she was doing, what they've been up to, how her son (my ex) was doing, and was there any way to get in touch with him?  I'd like to say hi and see what he's been up to these last 4 years or so.

Let me just take this moment to say a big thank you to Myspace for having that feature that shows me if someone has read my email or not.  I love you for that, Myspace.  


Well, needless to say, she read it and didn't respond.  Ok, I know I'm not her favorite person in the world, but seriously, her son and I were friends for longer than we dated, and I'd like to know how he's doing.  I know she know show to get in touch with him.  Why not tell me?  Why not let him decide if he wants to talk to me or not?

Oh, P.S. her "mood" on Myspace is "angsty."  Maybe I'm being a little narcissistic, but I'm kind of thinking that maybe, just maybe that's for me.  I know I might be jumping the gun here, but it's taking everything in me to not call this woman a bitch.  Deeeep breath.  Who knows, I'm sure she's got much more going on than an email from her son's old girlfriend. I'm sure there are other things to make her feel "angsty", which, according to my Mac is not a word.  Just for the record.

Yeah, I don't think she's going to pass along my message, and that really bothers me.  I don't want to talk to her son because he's my ex-boyfriend, I want to talk to him because he was my friend, and I treasure the mission trip we went on when we were both 18.  And I'm in touch with most everyone else, and I'd like to catch up with him too.  I'd like to know that he's happy.

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

30 Day Journal. Day 25.

Day 1 - Your Favorite Song
Day 2 - Your Favorite Movie
Day 3 - Your Favorite Television Program
Day 4 - Your Favorite Book
Day 5 - Your Favorite Quote
Day 6 - 20 of my favorite things
Day 7 - A photo that makes you happy
Day 8 - A photo that makes you angry/sad
Day 9 - A photo you took
Day 10 - A photo taken over 10 years ago of you
Day 11 - A photo of you recently
Day 12 - Something you are OCD about
Day 13 - A fictional book
Day 14 - A non-fictional book
Day 15 - your dream house
Day 16 - A song that makes you cry (or nearly)
Day 17 - An art piece (drawing, sculpture, painting, etc)
Day 18 - My wedding/future wedding/past wedding
Day 19 - A talent of yours
Day 20 - A hobby of yours
Day 21 - A recipe
Day 22 - A website
Day 23 - A YouTube video
Day 24 - Where I live
Day 25 - Your day, in great detail
Day 26 - Your week, in great detail
Day 27 - My worst habit
Day 28 - Whats in my handbag/purse
Day 29 - Hopes,Dreams and plans for the next 365 days
Day 30 - A dream for the future

Ok, My day in great detail....

My day started around 5 AM.  

Last night, Harper was whiney and wanted to sleep in our room.  We keep a baby bed mattress in there for when he wants to watch a movie.  So we laid the mattress on the floor, and he slept there.  

I should have mentioned that a "cough" is going around the daycare.  

So of course, last night Harper began having coughing fits.  I'm sort of grateful that he was in our room so we knew about it.  But, I'm ashamed to say this, I hate that I lost sleep because of that damned cough.  Let's face it, I'm no angel anyway, but me with no sleep is not pretty.  

So, we were up through out the night listening to Harper cough.  Fortunately he slept through most of it.  Honestly, Heath slept through most of it too.  Curse having Mommy ears that hear everything.  Around 5 AM Heath's alarm went off, so he got up to get ready.  Since Harper was in our room, he woke up too and moved to our bed to lay with me.  Side note: 3 year olds take up way more space in a bed than you'd ever think possible.  Seriously.  So we readjusted multiple times, I created a pillow barrier to keep toddler feet away, and we were able to sleep rest until 8 AM.  

The alarm went off at 8.  I snoozed twice.  Of course.  We got dressed and rushed out the door.  I dropped Harper off and went straight to bio to take my first bio test of the semester (a test that really didn't go so well I'm afraid).  Afterwards, I grabbed an egg salad sandwich and a cran-grape juice, and found a seat in the hall outside my next class, bio lab.  Today we worked with potatoes.  After lab I went to the psyc clinic where I worked organizing a supply room for the rest of the day.  At 5:05 (I was late) I picked up Harper, who was wet and poopy through his diaper.  Side note, this is not the first time that has happened.  I'm very annoyed at this point, and something has to got change or we're finding a different daycare. Soon.  

We got home, and I gave Harper an immediate bath.  We watched Pingu, Heath made burned spaghetti noodles.  We ate dinner.  Harper put his toys away.  And now we're here, Harper's in my room watching a movie.  I wrote this post while watching Criminal Minds.  Now I'm about to get something sweet and get a bath.  

Detailed enough?  

Monday, September 20, 2010

Advice Needed. Caution: LONG STORY.

Ok blogger buddies, I'm going to tell you a story.  After you hear the whole story, I need your advice.  Please, try not to judge me too much here:  


Ok, the story starts a few months back, during the small break between Spring and Summer semester.  


My Aunt, we'll call her A, was visiting my Grandmother, we'll call her G, in Mississippi.  G lives just under 2 hours from me, so it's not unreasonable to go over there semi-often.  Due to my hectic school/study schedule however, I didn't go out there as often as I would have liked.  


Over the Summer, G started feeling worse.  She's always a bit sickly, but she really started feeling worse: bouts of not able to get out of bed, throwing up, etc...  She lives down the street from her mom, we'll call her D, who is also not the picture of perfect health any more.  I've got to give D credit though, she's seriously almost 100 years old.  So, all things considered, she's pretty fit, she just has a lot of doctor's appointments to go to.  Well, being that it's her mom and she lives down the street, the role of chauffeur often falls to G.  She doesn't like it, a fact she's shared with me on more than one occasion.  In the past, I'd advised her to find a local church who'd be willing to pitch in.  I mean, if it's running G ragged, she really can't afford to do it.  G didn't listen and continued to be chauffeur.  


So, here's where I come in: G has called me multiple times, telling me that she's worn out and she needs help.  A and her to kids were there, and G has told me that the kids are hard to handle.  [A word on that, I've been around these kids.  They're not hard to handle.  Actually, they're pretty good.  But, I figured I'd give her the benefit of the doubt; I mean, she's old, maybe they are hard for her to handle.  It's reasonable.]


So, in an attempt to be a good granddaughter, I dropped everything and went over there to try to help.  I'm not playing martyr here, I chose to go over there to help.  I take full responsibility for it and I'm not asking for a pat on the back here.  I'm just stating the facts so you've got background for what's about to happen.  


Ok, so, long story short, I'm there, and it turns out that A is in the middle of a cancer scare!  Harper and I go up there for a few days here and there over the next week and a half.  The whole situation definitely put everyone on edge.  A's got doctors appointments left and right, and the kids need to be watched, because obviously it would be horribly traumatizing to go to your mom's cancer appointment and hear that she's dying or something.  


So, A schedules her check up, and Heath and I agree to come out that day and help her watch the kids.  Remeber, G has already said it's too much for her. 


Well, the night before we go A says she'd like for me to go to her appointment with her, and Heath to be with the kids and the McDonald's down the street if that's alright (because it has a play place for the kids).  She asked us to not mention it to G.  Of course we agreed.  At that point if she'd said she wanted us to watch her kids on the moon we would have agreed!  We didn't know what her medical situation was, and we wanted her to have as little stress as possible.  


So, we go with the plan, we all leave the house together, and Heath stops at the McDonald's with the kids, and we go down the street to the doctor's office.  I waited in the waiting room while she had tests run.  Once we finish up, we get Heath and the kids and head into the neighboring town for lunch.  A couldn't eat before and she wanted food.  :)  So, we waste away the afternoon, A seems happy to be done with the test and out of the house for a while.  


We get back to G's house, and they're not home.  They'd gone to church and the grocery store.  They get home a few minutes later.  G walks in the door, looks at us, ignores us, and walks straight back to her room.  G's husband, we'll call him GH, walks by us with a heaping pile of groceries.  Heath asks if he can help, and GH very rudely says no.  Hm...that's weird.  So, I tell A that I'm going to go say goodbye and then we've got to go. It is late after all and we've got a 2 year old who needs to get to bed.  I go in the kitchen where GH and G are putting away groceries.  Interesting, G went through her room to avoid us in the living room...again, weird.  I don't assume anything, because hey, maybe they're just tired.  That's ok.  I'm tired too, I understand.  I walk toward G to hug her and she backs away from me and puts her hands up, almost defensively...  


I say, "Hey, I just wanted to let yall know we've got to get going.  We'll be back soon, but it's getting late."  


G. Just. Stares. 


I say, "Um, what's going on?  Are you mad at me or something?"  


GH steps in and says, in quite a raised voice, "I thought you said you had to leave."


I respond, "I do have to leave, but if you're mad we should discuss it.  I mean, I can take a minute..."


--"Don't push the issue!" he interjects as he comes closer to me.  


G is still just...standing there.  I'm thinking: What the hell?!  This man isn't even my relative; he's my grandmother's second husband!  Who the hell does he think he is?  Why isn't she doing something?  I'm her granddaughter for goodness sake.  I thought we had a relationship?  HELLO!?!?!  


I honestly am shocked that she's just standing there.  She hasn't said one word.  Not one word!  


So, I back away and say "I love you.  Goodbye."  


I walk out of the house.  A asks me what happened, and I'm shaken.  I mean, I don't even know why they're mad.  They won't explain.  They were so...mean.  I tell her what happened.  She's pissed.  She tells me he's wrong, but don't be too harsh on them.  Forgive them, that sort of thing.  She's probably right.  


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That was at the beginning of the Summer, between May and June.  I haven't talked to my grandmother once since then.  She did email me once, and here's why.  For her birthday, my dad (her son) called her.  I don't know the whole story, but I know that she told him that I was wrong and I hurt her feelings.  Well, my dad (thank you Dad!) asked her what I did wrong.  She couldn't or didn't really say.  Long story short, I think she was worn out from things that had nothing to do with me and she treated me like shit because of it.  Well, he basically told her that she shouldn't treat me that way, and that it was a reflection of how she felt about him and their relationship, if she was willing to treat his daughter that way (I'm not sure I totally agree with that, but it was really nice for him to defend me nonetheless.)  


Well, unsurprisingly, I get an "apology" email from her.  Keep in mind guys, it's been well over a month since the incident.  Sadly I don't have the email anymore.  I can tell you this though, it was insincere and full of excuses.  I didn't respond at the time.  


It's been months since I got that email from her, so long that I don't have the email in my mailbox any more.  I've tried to let it go, but we now have friends in common on facebook, so I've seen her comments here and there, and it really just makes me angry.  


My question for you guys is this: because it's still bothering me, kind of a lot, should I send her an email and let her know that her behavior was not only confusing but hurtful too?  I won't be mean if I send her an email, but I'd like her to know how I feel.  So, what do you think?  Should I do it?  

Sunday, September 19, 2010

30 Day Journal. Day 24.

Day 1 - Your Favorite Song
Day 2 - Your Favorite Movie
Day 3 - Your Favorite Television Program
Day 4 - Your Favorite Book
Day 5 - Your Favorite Quote
Day 6 - 20 of my favorite things
Day 7 - A photo that makes you happy
Day 8 - A photo that makes you angry/sad
Day 9 - A photo you took
Day 10 - A photo taken over 10 years ago of you
Day 11 - A photo of you recently
Day 12 - Something you are OCD about
Day 13 - A fictional book
Day 14 - A non-fictional book
Day 15 - your dream house
Day 16 - A song that makes you cry (or nearly)
Day 17 - An art piece (drawing, sculpture, painting, etc)
Day 18 - My wedding/future wedding/past wedding
Day 19 - A talent of yours
Day 20 - A hobby of yours
Day 21 - A recipe
Day 22 - A website
Day 23 - A YouTube video
Day 24 - Where I live
Day 25 - Your day, in great detail
Day 26 - Your week, in great detail
Day 27 - My worst habit
Day 28 - Whats in my handbag/purse
Day 29 - Hopes,Dreams and plans for the next 365 days
Day 30 - A dream for the future

Well, that's kind of invasive.  Haha.  I'm not giving you my address or anything, but most of yall already know I live in Louisiana.  Just to be clear though, I don't claim this place.  It's not home.  I can't wait to move.  So, though I live here, I'm not home.  

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Oatmeal Pumpkin bars and Jack-o-lanterns!

Hey guys!  Today I've decided that 90 degrees or not, I'm making Fall come...now!  We started doing Fall things today, and it was so much fun.


Just like everyone else these days, we're tight on cash, so we decided to not go out for Family Fun Day.  We usually go to the zoo, bowling, to the pool, etc..., but to save money we decided to stay in this weekend and do some other fun stuff.  We pulled Harper's trains off the coffee table his train table and put a bunch of dinosaurs on it instead.  It worked because the top of the table is grass and water.  


So, after dinosaurs we carved Jack-O-Lanterns.  They had some little pumpkins at the grocery store when I went a few days ago, so we bought three and brought them home.  Heath and I drew a few pumpkin face designs for Harper and he chose Jack Skellington, so I got to work gutting and carving his pumpkin.  Heath chose a goofy looking little generic one.  It's nose is huge, it's eyes are crooked, it's mouth is placed funny, and it's adorable.  Mine's still a work in progress, but when it's done it'll be Pooh Bear.  Those little pumpkins are hard to cut through!  It made my hand tired!  Haha, I think I'll go finish it up after this post though.


After pumpkin carving Heath worked on some math homework, and Harper and I made oatmeal pumpkin bars!  I've tried out a few new recipes lately, and they've all been ok.  I mean, they were edible, but they were nothing to write home about, you know?  Well, I figured I'd give it one last shot with a new recipe.  If this didn't work I was done.  Well, it worked.  Those pumpkin bars were amazingly delicious!  They taste like pumpkin pie.  There's a good bit of sugar (haha, no wonder they're good), but they're delicious.  Very Fall-friendly!  I got the recipe from another blogger, you can check out her blog here!


Here's the recipe (from her site):



Ingredients:
  • 1 1/2 cups quick cooking oats
  • 1 1/4 cups flour
  • 1/2 cup sugar
  • 1/2 tsp salt
  • 1/2 tsp baking soda
  • 1/2 cup chopped pecans
  • 1/2 cup butter
Filling:
  • 1 15.5 oz canned pureed pumpkin
  • 2/3 cup skim milk
  • 1/3 cup brown sugar
  • 1 egg
  • 1 tbsp pumpkin pie spice
Directions:
  • Preheat oven to 375*. Combine oats, flour, 1/2 cup sugar,  salt, baking soda, pecans, and butter. Beat until crumbly. Reserve about 1 1/2 cups of the crumb mixture and press remaining mixture into a lightly buttered 13x9 baking dish. Bake for 10 minutes.
  • Prepare filling: Beat pumpkin, milk, 1/3 cup brown sugar, egg, and pumpkin pie spice until smooth. Spread filling over the crust. Sprinkle remaining crumble mixture on top. Bake for a 25 minutes. Cool and cut into bars.

I made 1 small change, I only had Maple Brown Sugar Instant Oatmeal, so I used that instead.  Since I used sweet oatmeal, I went a little (though not much!) easy on the brown sugar and the regular sugar.  They came out wonderfully!  
Left to Right: Harper's Jack Skellington, My Pooh Bear (thought it's kind of hard to see), and Heath's special one.