Sometimes he'll tell me things like, "you're too outgoing" or "you're definitely an extrovert."
So what?
Is it a bad thing to be "too talkative" or want to talk to people, even complete strangers? Hell, I could maybe make someone's day. What if I am at the clinic and someone is in the elevator and is having a bad day and I give that person a smile and he/she feels better, or wants to have a conversation?
I love people. Don't get me wrong: people can be bad people, annoying, or rude . . . but overall, I think most people are good. Most people enjoy human contact. If they don't, I can usually tell the ones who want to keep to themselves. As part of my job, I interact with new people all the time as part of the interviewing/hiring process.
I enjoy life. Most of the time I am truly happy. I don't let much bring me down. It just bothers me that someone close to me gets "annoyed" by my personality because it is so different than his. And he doesn't see the day-to-day interactions I have and that people actually do like me (I think). I don't care that he's quiet, not a bit.
Do I annoy any of you? Be truthful!
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Friday, January 25, 2013
Friday, May 20, 2011
I am alive!
Alive and well! Work has been very busy for me lately. They have increased my duties and likewise, I haven't had much time to post. I've still been logging in to my reader and keeping up with all of you, but I haven't had much time to comment.
What else is new?
Andrew is doing a lot better this spring/summer than he has in the past in terms of staying in our yard and away from the street. He's actually listening a lot better.
Elise has just gotten all four of her 1-year molars, which took seemingly forever to come in. She has 12 teeth in now. By comparison (although I don't believe in comparing kids to each other because every kid will do things on his/her own schedule), Andrew had all 20 of his teeth, including the 2-year molars, by 16 months. She is a silly girl who loves to put blankies or towels over her head and walk around like that. She knows a few more words, but both of us are still, "dada" to her. I come home at lunch and she says, "Dah!! Dah!!" (yes, Dah will give you the boobie, silly girl).
The hubby does such a fabulous job with "Daddy Daycare". My kids are so lucky! He bikes them (in the bike trailer) down to the park and they just love it. He even takes the camera with to capture some of those moments I'm missing out on during the day. They really are best off with him during the day and I'm glad that we are fortunate enough (not rich, by any means, but able to make do) to avoid daycare.
I am almost 26 weeks along (will reach that milestone on Monday). I have my 26 week checkup as well that day and I'll get to do the dreaded glucose test. I passed both of the last two times, with plenty of room to spare, so no worries. The orange drink isn't as bad as people make it out to be.
I guess that's about it! I am so glad that we opted not to find out the gender this time. I am really looking forward to the birth. I can't wait to find out what I'm having!
Have a great weekend. I hope the weather is sunny where you are . . .
What else is new?
Andrew is doing a lot better this spring/summer than he has in the past in terms of staying in our yard and away from the street. He's actually listening a lot better.
Elise has just gotten all four of her 1-year molars, which took seemingly forever to come in. She has 12 teeth in now. By comparison (although I don't believe in comparing kids to each other because every kid will do things on his/her own schedule), Andrew had all 20 of his teeth, including the 2-year molars, by 16 months. She is a silly girl who loves to put blankies or towels over her head and walk around like that. She knows a few more words, but both of us are still, "dada" to her. I come home at lunch and she says, "Dah!! Dah!!" (yes, Dah will give you the boobie, silly girl).
The hubby does such a fabulous job with "Daddy Daycare". My kids are so lucky! He bikes them (in the bike trailer) down to the park and they just love it. He even takes the camera with to capture some of those moments I'm missing out on during the day. They really are best off with him during the day and I'm glad that we are fortunate enough (not rich, by any means, but able to make do) to avoid daycare.
I am almost 26 weeks along (will reach that milestone on Monday). I have my 26 week checkup as well that day and I'll get to do the dreaded glucose test. I passed both of the last two times, with plenty of room to spare, so no worries. The orange drink isn't as bad as people make it out to be.
I guess that's about it! I am so glad that we opted not to find out the gender this time. I am really looking forward to the birth. I can't wait to find out what I'm having!
Have a great weekend. I hope the weather is sunny where you are . . .
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Well, hello there!
This past week has been pretty busy for us -- lots of little projects we're working on around the house, and just cleaning that has been keeping me busy.
Andrew has been taking walks (or rather, runs) with me, and I've been getting some exercise now that the weather is a little better. It definitely feels good to burn some calories after basically sitting on my ass all winter.
The hubby is excited about his fruit trees, which are just budding now. Nothing is blooming yet, but that's probably for the best since we are still getting some cold weather and even a little bit of snow.
Andrew still has a TON of energy, but I find reprise when I ask him if he'd like to line up his cars. He does this 2-3 times a day: takes all of his Matchbox cars and lines them up. It occupies him for 10-15 minutes. I have started taking pictures because I call it his "car art" because he is creative with it and arranges them in different patterns (those of you who are Facebook friends with me have seen his creations, I'm sure).
Elise is learning a few new words and it's really cute to see her brain make all those connections. I can ask her to grab me this or that and she will bring it to me. I love this age. I would say one of my favorite ages is around 16-18 months, just because it's a very cute age. After that, it seems it's all an upward swing to full-on toddlerhood, whereas before that, they are still on the brink of babyhood.
I will be 21 weeks tomorrow, but here is my 20 week belly pic:
Andrew has been taking walks (or rather, runs) with me, and I've been getting some exercise now that the weather is a little better. It definitely feels good to burn some calories after basically sitting on my ass all winter.
The hubby is excited about his fruit trees, which are just budding now. Nothing is blooming yet, but that's probably for the best since we are still getting some cold weather and even a little bit of snow.
Andrew still has a TON of energy, but I find reprise when I ask him if he'd like to line up his cars. He does this 2-3 times a day: takes all of his Matchbox cars and lines them up. It occupies him for 10-15 minutes. I have started taking pictures because I call it his "car art" because he is creative with it and arranges them in different patterns (those of you who are Facebook friends with me have seen his creations, I'm sure).
Elise is learning a few new words and it's really cute to see her brain make all those connections. I can ask her to grab me this or that and she will bring it to me. I love this age. I would say one of my favorite ages is around 16-18 months, just because it's a very cute age. After that, it seems it's all an upward swing to full-on toddlerhood, whereas before that, they are still on the brink of babyhood.
I will be 21 weeks tomorrow, but here is my 20 week belly pic:
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Some random [and probably boring] updates . . .
I have some of my Christmas shopping done. I feel better now than I did earlier in the week! We actually went out into the blizzard (taking it slow, never getting over 30 mph) to simply get out of the house and we ended up making our way out to the shopping area. I had a $10 off card for both Old Navy and Shopko so I used those up, oh yeah, and a $10 gift card I won at work for Walmart (I got 3 of my photos in the annual calendar we make to give to residents for Christmas) so I did save some money. I really, really enjoy buying gifts for people. My favorite part is when I am all done shopping so that all I have to do is wrap them. I don't mind wrapping -- I take my time and do a little bit each night after the kids are asleep (not simply because some of the gifts are theirs, but because BOTH of them would be all over the paper and it would just be a mess.
I really, really am in need of a massage. It's been 4.5 years -- I remember getting one not too long before my wedding and that was in July of 2006. My back has hurt but it's not a back strain kind-of pain, more of muscle/tension pain. I have this big knot on the edge of my right shoulder blade and it's been there since college (and that was a long time ago, as I am eight years post-grad now). It used to bother me a lot more because I would walk/bike to campus and carry around a heavy backpack all day. It's not as bad now, but it's there.
I love this time of year. I love all the snow. I have fond memories of my childhood when we would play in the snow at night and look at the pretty lights around the neighborhood. I remember lying in the snow with my sister and it was so calm and quiet -- I love that insulating effect snow has. We'd hear the scrape of the shovel as my mom cleared the insanely long driveway (my dad made her do it -- it took her several hours each time). I could never live anywhere warm during the holidays, or if I did, I'd have to come back here by about December 20th because I just need the snow for the whole experience. It's the same thing with Christmas lights: they have to be colored. White lights are so boring.
My kids are doing amazing! Today I was watching them play together. Elise was acting "hyper" and crawling after Andrew and then she'd stop and sit and wait for him to crawl by her and then she'd squeal and crawl towards him, thumping her hands on the floor. She's 9.5 months now and experimenting with food a little more. She really loves oranges and we give her little pieces. If we don't a) peel the orange fast enough or b) the orange is gone too quickly, she cries or screams for more. She has a little baby radar that picks up on any food being eaten anywhere in the house. We pretty much let her sample what we're having, assuming she can have it, but she isn't taking in a lot of foods. When she isn't eating what we're eating, she has organic baby purees and only about 2 tablespoons at a time. She is nursing 8-9 times a day (a day = 24 hours) so she's still getting a lot of the good stuff. And loving it. Andrew is still as funny as ever -- he makes us laugh on a daily basis. He no longer uses the potty seat (the kind that sits under the toilet seat) -- he simply climbs up there, places both feet on the seat, and lowers himself down, supporting his weight with his hands. He can do this now for both #1 and #2, but is still not wanting to stand up to do #1. To each his own, right? He has a very extensive vocabulary and picks up on random stuff. There's this dorky show on PBS called "Rick Steves" (it's a guy who travels Europe and talks about it, tour-guide style) and Andrew happened to recognize him one day when it was on, and called out, "Rick Steves!" Yep.
I'm still loving my job, and they are handing over more responsibilities -- it's just additional FMLA paperwork and I'll be doing more tracking, but it's okay with me. I have the system in place all set up and ready to go in Excel. I love organizing things, both at home and at work.
Last snowfall total for this storm was 11.1", and it's still coming down! This is classified as a blizzard because of the blowing snow/wind speeds. It guarantees a white Christmas, so for that I am thankful. It can all go away on December 26th, and then begins the countdown to spring (fat chance, since here, it's never "here" until April).
Do any of you do this thing where you are always looking forward to something? There's little events that I look forward to (stupid stuff like my kids' doctor appointments, heck even my own appointments if I should be so lucky to have them), Fridays/weekends, there's a work gathering next Tuesday night, there's holidays, birthdays, etc. -- I live my life in these moments as I always have my whole life, and I can't remember a time where I wasn't always looking forward to something. I wonder if this is why I never get depressed, even when there are times I have probably had valid reasons to be so.
Anyway, gotta dash. I am going to try and start getting to bed by 11:00, and we are already over that by seven minutes. Goodnight!
I really, really am in need of a massage. It's been 4.5 years -- I remember getting one not too long before my wedding and that was in July of 2006. My back has hurt but it's not a back strain kind-of pain, more of muscle/tension pain. I have this big knot on the edge of my right shoulder blade and it's been there since college (and that was a long time ago, as I am eight years post-grad now). It used to bother me a lot more because I would walk/bike to campus and carry around a heavy backpack all day. It's not as bad now, but it's there.
I love this time of year. I love all the snow. I have fond memories of my childhood when we would play in the snow at night and look at the pretty lights around the neighborhood. I remember lying in the snow with my sister and it was so calm and quiet -- I love that insulating effect snow has. We'd hear the scrape of the shovel as my mom cleared the insanely long driveway (my dad made her do it -- it took her several hours each time). I could never live anywhere warm during the holidays, or if I did, I'd have to come back here by about December 20th because I just need the snow for the whole experience. It's the same thing with Christmas lights: they have to be colored. White lights are so boring.
My kids are doing amazing! Today I was watching them play together. Elise was acting "hyper" and crawling after Andrew and then she'd stop and sit and wait for him to crawl by her and then she'd squeal and crawl towards him, thumping her hands on the floor. She's 9.5 months now and experimenting with food a little more. She really loves oranges and we give her little pieces. If we don't a) peel the orange fast enough or b) the orange is gone too quickly, she cries or screams for more. She has a little baby radar that picks up on any food being eaten anywhere in the house. We pretty much let her sample what we're having, assuming she can have it, but she isn't taking in a lot of foods. When she isn't eating what we're eating, she has organic baby purees and only about 2 tablespoons at a time. She is nursing 8-9 times a day (a day = 24 hours) so she's still getting a lot of the good stuff. And loving it. Andrew is still as funny as ever -- he makes us laugh on a daily basis. He no longer uses the potty seat (the kind that sits under the toilet seat) -- he simply climbs up there, places both feet on the seat, and lowers himself down, supporting his weight with his hands. He can do this now for both #1 and #2, but is still not wanting to stand up to do #1. To each his own, right? He has a very extensive vocabulary and picks up on random stuff. There's this dorky show on PBS called "Rick Steves" (it's a guy who travels Europe and talks about it, tour-guide style) and Andrew happened to recognize him one day when it was on, and called out, "Rick Steves!" Yep.
I'm still loving my job, and they are handing over more responsibilities -- it's just additional FMLA paperwork and I'll be doing more tracking, but it's okay with me. I have the system in place all set up and ready to go in Excel. I love organizing things, both at home and at work.
Last snowfall total for this storm was 11.1", and it's still coming down! This is classified as a blizzard because of the blowing snow/wind speeds. It guarantees a white Christmas, so for that I am thankful. It can all go away on December 26th, and then begins the countdown to spring (fat chance, since here, it's never "here" until April).
Do any of you do this thing where you are always looking forward to something? There's little events that I look forward to (stupid stuff like my kids' doctor appointments, heck even my own appointments if I should be so lucky to have them), Fridays/weekends, there's a work gathering next Tuesday night, there's holidays, birthdays, etc. -- I live my life in these moments as I always have my whole life, and I can't remember a time where I wasn't always looking forward to something. I wonder if this is why I never get depressed, even when there are times I have probably had valid reasons to be so.
Anyway, gotta dash. I am going to try and start getting to bed by 11:00, and we are already over that by seven minutes. Goodnight!
Thursday, September 25, 2008
I've been tagged!
I've been tagged by Julie/Jewels and now I get to bore you with 7 random facts about me!7 random facts about me:
1. I can swallow my tongue and touch my nose with it. I don't have the connector thingy under my tongue (and no, I never had it surgically cut). My tongue is extremely long and maybe someday I will be brave enough to share a pic of it! Think KISS.
2. I have a calendar in my head. Like, if you say a date--take today's date for instance, September 25th--there is a certain location on the calendar. September is located at about the 5 if you're looking at a clock. The calendar is circular. December is on top, at the 12, and June is on the bottom at the 6. The calendar in my head is more oval than round. It is very hard to explain.
3. I don't talk to my dad because he is an abusive psycho. He beat the living daylights out of my mom and us kids. He also verbally abused us and that is much worse. My great-grandpa murdered his wife and then shot himself. It was 1939. I am proud of my mom for breaking the cycle of abuse (it's now been 7 years since she filed for divorce). My husband's father passed away when my hubby was 11. He died of cancer. I am sad that I never got to meet him because he was a great guy. This is why I question God. How is it fair that we lose a good guy and my dad still walks the earth? I am sad that Andrew will never have a grandpa. The only hope is if my mom someday remarries!
4. I have a hard time talking to people when they're wearing dark sunglasses. I don't know where to look when I can't see their eyes. It freaks me out!
5. When I was 18, I had bell's palsy. It's a temporary condition that causes facial paralysis. The left side of my face was paralyzed and it was very strange. I couldn't taste anything on that side, or wink, raise that eyebrow; and my smile was missing on that side. Luckily, since I was a young pup, it completely healed. I pushed and pushed myself to get better because I was preparing for solo & ensemble (I play the flute). I would practice with just my fingers on the keys because I could no longer form my embrochure (to play the flute, one must make an "o" shape with her mouth and I could not do that). One day, I was in the practice room getting so frustrated and my band instructor came and talked to me and told me it would be okay. I actually ended up making it to solo & ensemble; albeit a week late. I received a "1*" on my flute solo, and then went on to State and received a "1" on my solo. :) I also received the Benton Fowler Memorial Scholarship for band--an award given to one senior. It really helped me out because I was footing my own college bill.
6. I am obsessive about having clean hands. If I have someting on them, even if it's a dot of ink from a pen, I must go wash my hands.
7. I wish I were beautiful. Sometimes I feel like I am so boring. I am jealous of beautiful women. I would like to be beautiful for just a day... EDIT: Okay, so I'll clarify this a little. I know I'm not totally butt, but my mom is like, drop-dead gorgeous. She could be a model. Sometimes I feel like the ugly duckling and I hate that I look more like my dad. I wish I had gotten more of her genes because sometimes when I look in the mirror, I can see my dad in me and it bugs me. Does that make sense? I even tried having long hair like my mom and I still didn't look like her. I am constantly trying to think of things I could do to look better--new hairstyles, etc. I still feel just average. Average is okay, though. KWIM? This is where I am coming from.
Now I am tagging 7 other fellow bloggers, so you must do the same (okay, so I only know 6 bloggers besides Jewels and I don't want to re-tag her)!
Rachel
Molly
Nancy
Sarah
Cate
Jessi
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