If you have ever prayed for me, I appreciate you greatly, and ask for your continued support now.
Yesterday, my perfect child had his 9-month old well baby check-up. Being thankful that there weren't any shots or anything of that nature going on, I skipped out on this appointment. I can't decide if that's a good thing or a bad thing now, because we find out now that my little Micheal has a heart murmur.
Doctors (and everyone else I have said anything to) has said that this is perfectly normal and that 80% of all babies get them, and then grow out of them. So, we shall see.
But, I don't want to be in the part of the 80% that doesn't grow out of it, so pray for my child, that when we take him to a pediatric cardioligist there will not be anymore murmurs.
Tuesday, March 08, 2005
Sunday, March 06, 2005
Confessions of a Junkie
Okay, so they say that the first step to normalcy is to admit you have a problem. So, here goes...
Hi. My name is Michelle, and I'm a reality show addict.
I have to have it! It all started with Survivor. Then it lead to Big Brother. Occassionally, I'll squeeze in a Bachelor or Bachellorette, but that's only out of morbid curiosity than a liking for the show itself. And don't forget American Idol! But I get a little bored when they get down to the last few shows. It's not fun when you can't make fun of the bad singers anymore.
But just this year, I really got into the Amazing Race. And, even though my son is still perfect and I don't have to worry about his antics just yet, I like to watch Super Nanny just to get some ideas for later.
The most fun to watch was My Big Fat Obnoxious Fiancee. I loved watching to see what he was going to do next so that she didn't have an easy time convincing her family.
But, I do have to draw the line somewhere. I WILL NOT watch a couple of the new shows out now, especially ones on FOX. Ones like "Are you my Daddy?" and Bravo's "Project Runway" or the swimsuit model one, or even "Nashville Star."
So, thank God for DVR, because with all this TV to watch, I'd never get anything done!
Hi. My name is Michelle, and I'm a reality show addict.
I have to have it! It all started with Survivor. Then it lead to Big Brother. Occassionally, I'll squeeze in a Bachelor or Bachellorette, but that's only out of morbid curiosity than a liking for the show itself. And don't forget American Idol! But I get a little bored when they get down to the last few shows. It's not fun when you can't make fun of the bad singers anymore.
But just this year, I really got into the Amazing Race. And, even though my son is still perfect and I don't have to worry about his antics just yet, I like to watch Super Nanny just to get some ideas for later.
The most fun to watch was My Big Fat Obnoxious Fiancee. I loved watching to see what he was going to do next so that she didn't have an easy time convincing her family.
But, I do have to draw the line somewhere. I WILL NOT watch a couple of the new shows out now, especially ones on FOX. Ones like "Are you my Daddy?" and Bravo's "Project Runway" or the swimsuit model one, or even "Nashville Star."
So, thank God for DVR, because with all this TV to watch, I'd never get anything done!
Friday, February 25, 2005
Don't be Alarmed
Please don't be alarmed if it takes about a week for me to get anything else on here... Today we get out early from school and then we have all next week off! Wahoo!
It's called our winter break, not to be confused with Spring Break, which comes in April.
So, the plan is the paint the bedroom and bathroom and get all other boxes unloaded and organized in a timely fashion. We'll see if that happens because I also have my Master's class next weekend, and I need to finish my reading. Doesn't that just suck.
Oh well.
Hope everyone else has something they can look forward to as well!
It's called our winter break, not to be confused with Spring Break, which comes in April.
So, the plan is the paint the bedroom and bathroom and get all other boxes unloaded and organized in a timely fashion. We'll see if that happens because I also have my Master's class next weekend, and I need to finish my reading. Doesn't that just suck.
Oh well.
Hope everyone else has something they can look forward to as well!
Thursday, February 24, 2005
Weather Woes
Not that anyone really cares, but I hate rain.
I mean, I REALLY HATE RAIN!
I haven't always had such an aversion to this aspect of the weather cycle, but ever since we moved into this new house, my angst has grown. Why? You may ask... It's simple really.
At our previous house, there was a carport in which I pulled into, and it made it very simple to get from the car to the house without so much as a mention of the wet stuff. It was really nice when I had a baby and groceries and such so that the back door of the house was literally a foot or so away from the car. No wetness, no problems.
But then, we moved into this house. Don't get me wrong, I love our new house! It is more than twice the size of the old one, and it has so many things that the old house didn't have (like a pool and more closet space, very important things). But, our old house kicks this house's butt when it comes to convenience of getting in and out of the aforementioned abode.
There is no carport, or even any kind of covered parking... there isn't even a covered walkway to either the front or back door. This makes it very difficult to stay dry when you are trying to get the baby out of the car, too, and you feel like you've taken another shower when you're finally done getting the groceries into the house!
My wonderful husband, who is not engineering-inclined, has decided that if someone can't build what he wants for us, he'll build it himself... it just might take a little longer. What kind of crap is that? Oh wait, that wasn't supposed to be said... sorry.
The other option is to try to pull the car as close to the front door as possible, so that all you have is a few feet to get under the porch. The problem with that is that the front yard gets pretty mushy with just a little bit of rain, and with the amounts of rain we've been having, it would be like lawn homicide to try to park in front of it now. Not to mention, I might have a mudding incident similar to my sister's if I wasn't careful, and I really don't feel like mudding in my front yard.
So, I keep my thoughts to myself, kinda, and then I get frustrated and wet, and then we wait until it stops raining and forget about the wetness and enjoy the rest of the good things about the house... like it's ability to grow really big spiders that make really big webs. Hooray!
I mean, I REALLY HATE RAIN!
I haven't always had such an aversion to this aspect of the weather cycle, but ever since we moved into this new house, my angst has grown. Why? You may ask... It's simple really.
At our previous house, there was a carport in which I pulled into, and it made it very simple to get from the car to the house without so much as a mention of the wet stuff. It was really nice when I had a baby and groceries and such so that the back door of the house was literally a foot or so away from the car. No wetness, no problems.
But then, we moved into this house. Don't get me wrong, I love our new house! It is more than twice the size of the old one, and it has so many things that the old house didn't have (like a pool and more closet space, very important things). But, our old house kicks this house's butt when it comes to convenience of getting in and out of the aforementioned abode.
There is no carport, or even any kind of covered parking... there isn't even a covered walkway to either the front or back door. This makes it very difficult to stay dry when you are trying to get the baby out of the car, too, and you feel like you've taken another shower when you're finally done getting the groceries into the house!
My wonderful husband, who is not engineering-inclined, has decided that if someone can't build what he wants for us, he'll build it himself... it just might take a little longer. What kind of crap is that? Oh wait, that wasn't supposed to be said... sorry.
The other option is to try to pull the car as close to the front door as possible, so that all you have is a few feet to get under the porch. The problem with that is that the front yard gets pretty mushy with just a little bit of rain, and with the amounts of rain we've been having, it would be like lawn homicide to try to park in front of it now. Not to mention, I might have a mudding incident similar to my sister's if I wasn't careful, and I really don't feel like mudding in my front yard.
So, I keep my thoughts to myself, kinda, and then I get frustrated and wet, and then we wait until it stops raining and forget about the wetness and enjoy the rest of the good things about the house... like it's ability to grow really big spiders that make really big webs. Hooray!
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
Old Enough
My sister is sometimes morbid and overly anxious about certain things. One of those things is death. So, it surprises me none that she found a website that will give you a quiz to see when you're going to die. And, being the sweet sister that I am, I decided to take the quiz, too, just to see if I would outlive her.
Turns out I won't.
My sister is about two and a half years younger than I, and she was told that she would die when she was 82. If I am still living, that would make me almost 85.
But, apparently, this very unscientific quiz (with questions that have nothing to do with how long you're going to live) has determined that I won't be around to see that age. Because, this quiz says that:
Sucks to be me, huh?
But, then I started thinking. If I die at 80, then Jonathan will be 83, and I have already seen his Papaw be that old, and I don't know if I could stand to see Jonathan be that old... Papaw is a funny little old man, but I have a feeling that Jonathan will not be so funny.
Also, my little Micheal would be 55, and that would make him an official senior citizen, and then I am pretty sure that he wouldn't need me anymore.
So, I think 80 is a fine age for me, as long as I don't die the day before I turn 81.
Turns out I won't.
My sister is about two and a half years younger than I, and she was told that she would die when she was 82. If I am still living, that would make me almost 85.
But, apparently, this very unscientific quiz (with questions that have nothing to do with how long you're going to live) has determined that I won't be around to see that age. Because, this quiz says that:
Sucks to be me, huh?
But, then I started thinking. If I die at 80, then Jonathan will be 83, and I have already seen his Papaw be that old, and I don't know if I could stand to see Jonathan be that old... Papaw is a funny little old man, but I have a feeling that Jonathan will not be so funny.
Also, my little Micheal would be 55, and that would make him an official senior citizen, and then I am pretty sure that he wouldn't need me anymore.
So, I think 80 is a fine age for me, as long as I don't die the day before I turn 81.
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