November 17, 2014

If you're wondering

Our goat, Chris, left us.

There was one morning that I heard a ruckus outside; like maybe someone trying to wrangle a goat.  I looked outside and he was gone.  There was no sign of struggle, except the bird bath was knocked over. (I guess there was a sign of struggle)

He's not been back since.


Help!

I am very aware that I don't understand everything.  There are many things in this world that I am naive to.  Here are a couple things that you may be able to help me with:

Something on my blog went viral (for me anyway!).  I mean-it's not like I got 1 million hits or anything.  It was 1558.  WHAT??  Now it makes my 50 hits per day seem pretty insignificant.  Not to say that any of my readers, the few there are, are insignificant.  It's just that now, my stats are all screwy.

Is it a fluke?


And how is it that I barely hit the "Publish" button, and I already have one view of the post?


Also, please tell me what this means:


It shows up by my name in the list of posts and I googled it and read that it means that someone "liked" or shared my post I guess, but I have no idea who!!


November 12, 2014

Individuals

It's officially cold.  The first snow happened last night.  I don't mean the dusting, I mean the 'collected enough to make people drive stupid' snow fall.  It was actually my first experience driving the Nissan NV 3500 in the snow.  Granted the thing weighs over 4 tons, almost 5, but I was still concerned that it didn't have 4 wheel drive!  HA!

I dropped the girls off at school (and I'll come back to this in a sec) and was talking to my mom on the phone.  She said, "be careful, the roads are slick."  I said, "are they?" :) I had no idea.  The Big Ass Van drove like a dream.  BUT, the sliding door was frozen shut and the girls had to climb over the front seat.  And the windshield wiper's were frozen to the windshield.  Of course, this is because it's too big to fit in our garage.  I guess I am going to have to get my rear end outside early to let it warm up.

Now, back to the twins.  They annoy each other.  A lot lately.  I mean, they are constantly bickering.  Maddie has tendencies like her father and teases way just a little too much.  It upsets Mickie greatly.  I was going to wait until they went to kindergarten next year to put them in separate classes, but have changed my mind because of this recent arguing.  I asked the pre-school today if they can be in separate classes and they said they would make the change today.  I think this is good.  They need to feel like individuals and I think even teachers tend to lump them together so this will allow each teacher to evaluate one of them and not the other.  Also, can you imagine spending every waking hour with your sibling?  I sure as hell can't.

I asked Mickie this morning: "what do you think about separate classes?"
Immediately she replied, "yes, please."
(She is like a ten year old in a 5 year old's body)

I asked Maddie and she said, "you could ask Miss Beth about separate classes," with a smile.
(She is a five year old in a 5 year old's body!)

I suggested we move Mickie since she was all for it.  I'll let you know how the change goes.  I am hoping that they might be happy to see each other and be able to play with each other after spending all day apart.


November 6, 2014

The last post before I went on hiatus

In November 2011, I posted this: Really (I titled it "Really" because I used that word a lot in the post.  I know right?  I am so clever.)

And it's cray cray to see how far I have come.

I still favor bullets, so I'll use that format again.


  • I was pleased to find a job.  And I am still proud of myself for getting back into the workforce even though I don't hold that specific job anymore.  I worked there until June of 2012 and that's when I came to work here.  (I am not going to disclose where "here" is because I don't wanna).  But it's here that I met my current husband.  It's here that I take pride in working.  And it's here that I hope I am employed for a long time.
  • I posted that it was a woman owned company.  Yeah, that was cool.  Her husband was not.
  • Mickie was having a hard time with me going to work.  They still hate it!! of course and now, not only do I have to say bye to come to work, I have to say bye every other week when they go to daddies.
  • Since then, the girls haven't had Nursemaids elbow.  THANK GOODNESS. I heard one story where a child had it when they were 7 years old!!  7!! They had to put him to sleep to get it back into place.  Finger's crossed that doesn't happen.
  • The girls were potty trained pretty easily.  They actually weren't "ready" when I posted this and I waited several months before trying again.  They were about 2.5 years old when they were potty trained and it took a couple of weeks, 4 tops, for each of them.  Although, I did it different for each girl.  Maddie= chocolate bribes.  It was a battle of wills with Mickie.  I won.
  • I still love listening to the girls conversations.  And I love my conversations with them.  Here's one with Mickie day before yesterday:
Mick: Daddy is going to take me to the mall to buy new shoes because all we have at his house is flip flops.
Me: Really? that's wonderful.  What kind of shoes are you going to get?
Mick: It's a secret.
Me: What?!
Mick: Okay, I'll tell you.  I am going to get read ones that sparkle and have heals and Maddie is going to get boots and they are different because that's what we like.


  • They are still within a pound of each other and a 1/2" in height.  I have no idea what percentile.  I don't know what age I stopped caring!
  • And yes, it's November already.... again!!




November 4, 2014

Holy Canoli

I've been busy!  Which is good, but makes me so sleepy.  Uber sleepy, if you will.  I just wanted to use the word 'uber'.

I am so glad Halloween is over!  I mean, what used to be one day of dressing up and trick or treating has turned into a weeks worth of activities from dance class parties to school parties to church parties to the actual night of trick or treating!  I'm pooped.  And I even got good rest this weekend, but I feel like I am coming down from a sugar high myself.  I probably am.

This week at work has been really busy too and that makes the day go fast, but it also makes me tired.  Plus I have symphony rehearsal this week.  Which is fun.  But tiring.

Did I mention I am tired?

Anyway, it's going to seem like I am bragging here and perhaps I am.  I am one strong woman.  There, I said it. It's out there.  Okay :) here's why:

We were talking in church the other day about how you have to see blessings from the trials in your life.  One woman brought up her divorce and I have total empathy and sympathy.  I have experienced divorce and know that there are blessings that come from that trial, even though it's not easy.  Another woman talked about how she went out for a night on the town with her girlfriends and saw others standing in line to get coats (from charity) and she felt really bad that she had a coat while others didn't. (I'm not sure if this woman got the jist of the topic).

One of my friends leaned in and said to me, "I don't want to tell mine because it seems small compared to ... (the divorced lady)."  And I thought... Should I speak up?  Should I talk about the eight years worth of trials that include infertility, loss, sickness, near death experiences, entering the workforce again, divorce, and starting a new home on my own; then realizing that this is the only path that I could have taken to receive the blessings I have today (my twin girls, remarrying, a co-parent relationship for the girls, a large, wonderful, blended family, and so many more)?

I chose not to speak up, but realized that I have many blessings.  I am a very strong woman.  And through trials do come blessings.