The Fam

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Monday, September 21, 2009

My Sweet Nieces

Sometimes I wonder if my nieces will ever grow up and fully understand how much I love them. How often I smile just thinking about them. How Elliott's little pronunciations of her "r"s and her "l"s can brighten up my worst of days. How Beckett's eagerness to walk as fast as she can towards me makes me giggle at just the thought of it. I always wonder how it will be possible to love my own children as much as I love them. I know, I know, everyone says, "You'll love your own even MORE! You'll be amazed!" I don't see how that is possible, but anyway. My point is, I love my nieces. They are my miniature best friends. I hope that they grow up to understand just how important to me they are.


Wednesday, June 24, 2009

It's Been a While


This blog doesn't have much of a point other than the fact that I haven't blogged in months and I'm due for one. I'll bring you up to date a bit on what's going on in my life. Hooper and I are waiting to close on a house, so that's about the most exciting thing that we could have hoped for. Here we had no idea we were anywhere close to buying a house, and things just started to fall into place. We got a new puppy named Alice and she's the best thing since sliced bread. Other than her pooping and peeing everywhere this side of the mason dixon. Today is officially 4 months away from the wedding. We got our honeymoon booked for 6 nights at a Sandals Resort in the Bahamas and I CANNOT wait! We got our engagement pictures taken in Lubbock and we LOVE them! We finally got to go register! It's summer which means it's swimming weather, and I've been doing a lot of that with my girlfriends and Elliott. Elliott is a swimming fool I tell ya. She has no fear what so ever! She's actually quite the fun little swim partner for me. But then again, she and I can have fun doing just about anything together. She calls the pool the "pwwaa". She even calls the lake that. Anna and I just started doing a workout video called "30 Day Shred" and it is kicking my butt. Today was only day 3. I'd like to be shredded by the time of my bachelorette party, but that'll never happen. Speaking of, wouldn't it be sort of neat to keep a weight loss blog, and every day write your weight, and what you ate and did that day to assist in the loss of that weight? I think it would be cool. It would definitely hold you accountable, that's for sure. But I'm not ready for you all to see my number just yet. Maybe some day though. Anyway, this is a poorly written blog, but it's more just like one liners of what's been going on lately. It's far too late for me to think about writing nicely. I actually think I'll go to bed now. Nice to talk to you all again. Hopefully I'll be back here in the blogging world sooner than later. Instead of putting up a picture of me in this moment, I'm going to put up one of our engagement pictures. I look better in it than in person right now. 

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Quick Update


Just a quick update... I haven't felt dizzy lately. I haven't felt nauseated lately. And I've rarely had headaches. (With the exception of watching Elliott twirl round and around tonight. That made me feel a bit dizzy.) I went to the Optometrist again today and retook the field test. My results completely took the doctor off guard because they were perfect! He was blown away that a few weeks ago my results were so peculiar and now everything is normal. He is going to send everything to the neuro-opthamologist and see if he can figure out whats going on without actually seeing me. He will let me know as soon as he gets in touch with him. Whatever is or was going on has to do with my head, not my eyes. However, he did inform me today that one of my pupils is bigger than the other. Or at least it was during my appointment. I'll take an enlarged pupil any day though compared to what else I was starting to fear. Oh, and he did tell me that he was really scared I had an aneurysm and how relieved he was about the MRI results AGAIN. He's a really nice man. I sort of wish he was a regular doctor, because I enjoy his company and dry sense of humor more than most doctors. I'll update again when I know more. 

Sunday, March 1, 2009

Eyes, Brains, and Questions


I'm going to sum this up as best as I can. Because honestly, it is sort of a long story. Last week I started having blurry vision. It lasted for about 45 minutes. The next day while I was at work the blurriness came back again, only this time MUCH worse. I couldn't even read. I totally freaked out, thinking that I had a brain tumor that was pressing against something that was messing with my vision. (I tend to jump to worst case scenarios. Not necessarily pessimistic. More like an optimist, that jumps to worst case scenarios occasionally. ;)) Anyway, I called the Optometrist, and they got me in later that afternoon. The blurriness faded throughout the day, but luckily it came back a bit at the doctor's office. I wanted it to come back, so that I could truly tell him what was happening to me. After several different tests, he seemed a bit mystified by my results. He said that my eyes were fine, but something was causing my vision to be bad. Not my eyes themselves though. Luckily. In my worst case scenario thoughts, going blind was one of them. Although I did decide that if I had to wear a patch, I'd bedazzle it. :) Anyhow, the doctor said he would call his Opthamologist specialist friend in Ft. Worth and send him my results and see what he said. Later that afternoon, he called me at work and said that the Opthamologist wanted me to have an MRI as soon as possible. That REALLY freaked me out. So fast forward to Friday. I went to my MRI at 1:30. They got me in as soon as they could. And the doctor ordered my results "STAT" which kind of freaked me out too. During the MRI they gave me that shot of dye and I didn't like that at all. It burned in my shoulder a bit. But luckily, it was over very quickly. The MRI guy told me that he would send the results to the doctor and that hopefully, my doc would get with me by the end of the day. Sure enough, the doctor's office called to tell me that my brain was normal. I'd like to think it's a bit better than "normal", but I understand they had to stick with only a few choice terms. :) So that was wonderful news! My Optometrist called me and he told me that it was great news, because he really was beginning to think that I had a leaking blood vessel, a mass, or an aneurysm! So I went to Hooper's show that evening feeling very good about things, but still wondering what the problem was. But in all honesty, the brain thing was the main thing that I was freaked out about. So even though I still had no answers, I was very happy. I went to sleep that night and after about an hour, everything started spinning out of control. I couldn't stand up. I couldn't see that well. Everything was just spinning so fast. I had to get Hooper to help me walk to the bathroom. Once I was in the restroom, I vomited for about an hour and a half. My mom came over with some anti-nausea medicine that made me feel really sleepy. After a while of not vomiting, my mom and Hooper asked me if I wanted to go back to bed. That was the LAST thing I wanted. I was so scared it would all happen again. So I requested a pillow and a blanket and I fell asleep on the bathroom floor. It was the worst I have ever felt in my entire life. Since then, I feel dizzy when I'm standing, have the hint of a headache at all times, but no more nausea. I'll take the dizziness and the headache over the nausea any day. But I still have no answers. Hopefully tomorrow I can get some bloodwork done or something and rule some more things out or find out the problem. Man, I tried to sum this all up and it was still super-duper long. My apologies. I will blog again when I know more. 

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Fun Filled Weekend








This past weekend my cousin,  her husband, their son, and my aunt came down. That would be Holly, Blake, Jackson, and Jo Anne. We had the best time ever! We went to dinner Friday night and had a great time catching up. Saturday we woke up to donuts (thanks Mom) and we had all intentions of going to the Jumping Party here in town. We took our sweet time and took the kids to Cici's first and then showed up at the Jumping Party. The lady said, "Are yall here for the birthday party?" and we said "no we are just here to jump." She then might as well tore Jackson's heart out of his chest and stomped on it as she said the words "I'm sorry, we are closed to public jumping this afternoon." He was so upset! Elliott couldn't care less because she had no idea what we were doing anyway. We tried to think of every single thing we could do that might make Jackson happy, and we finally decided on Fossil Rim. We made it there with 3 minutes to spare before they closed the gates. It definitely made Jack happy though. Although, every time he said how cool it was, he quickly reminded us that he liked jump houses too though. Elliott was afraid of every animal there, and rightfully so considering that the first animal we came upon was the ostrich and we all screamed our heads off as it got closer to us. There were signs everywhere that said not to feed the zebras by hand because they bite, so we, being the smart girls we are, fed them out of our hands. This started a huge zebra fight IN ANNA'S WINDOW! It was so scary. They stole our bag of food and then kicked and bucked at each other and ran full speed chasing each other. We were all screaming so loud and Anna accidently smacked Elliott in the face during all of the commotion. At one point they were running straight at the front of Anna's car and I just knew they were going to hit us. I'm telling you, it was intense. Anna said that Elliott cried in her sleep all night long and I'm quite certain her nightmares were probably about ostriches, zebras, and her mom smacking her. LOL. Anyway, it was a good time. Saturday night Eddie and Anna had us over to their house for dominos, steaks, and Apples to Apples. If any of you have not played Apples to Apples, you're totally missing out. Oh yeah, and Eddie and Blake played darts. That's right Mom, darts. Sunday we went fishing and yours truly was the only one that caught anything. After fishing, home videos and more visiting, my family left. :( I wish the weekend could have been longer because I wasn't ready for it to end yet. But hopefully, everybody had as much fun as I did and will come back again soon! I know Jackson will want to come back, because he knows there's a jumping party, and he loves the dogs. 

Picture Blog

I think I've decided that every time I post a blog, I'll add a picture of me at that time. So here I am today. I look a bit red because I just tanned and the bed was HOT. I got my new computer and I'm super pumped about it. It frustrates me every now and then, but it's been fun learning about it. There is really no point to this blog other than to introduce the fact that now I'll have a picture posted of myself every time I blog. Hope all of you are well. More again soon.

Monday, February 2, 2009

Mambaise and Marshley

While I was telling a story to a coworker the other day, she responded to me that she doesn't have an imagination like I do. I thought about that statement for a minute and then drifted off into memories from years ago that involved my imagination.
When I was about 4 or 5 years old, my mom got a new picture frame from the store. She pulled it out of the sack, and without any hesitation I told her that I knew the girl in the photo. She looked at the paper that came in the frame and laughed and asked me how I knew her. I explained to her that her name was Marshley and that she was my friend. I'm sure my mom was thinking, "Oh dear. Here we go. I lucked out and didn't have to deal with the imaginary friend with the other kid, so here it comes." And sure enough, Marshley became someone I talked about frequently. (The strange thing about my memories of this time is that I cannot remember any specific stories about her other than when I told my mom about her existence, and when I told her of her demise.) Apparently I hadn't mentioned Marshley in a while, so my mom hesitantly, yet nonsholantly asked me "You haven't mentioned Marshley in a while. What happened to her?" To which I shot right back not so hesitantly, but a bit even more nonsholant, "Oh. Her house burned down and she was in it." I'm sure my mom was shocked for a number of reasons. One being that I had offed my friend out of my imagination. And two being the painful death that I spoke of so aloofly. Needless to say, I'm sure it was bittersweet for her, because afterall, the death of Marshley meant that the phase had passed.

However, that wasn't the end of my random, imaginative, matter-of-factly stated stories. From the time when I was very small, if I ever had a stomach ache, my stomach was no longer my stomach anymore. It was my mambaise. Out of nowhere I began referring to my aching belly as my mambaise. But ONLY when it was hurting. I would crawl into my mom or dad's lap and whine, "my maaambaaaiiise huuuuurts." There is no rhyme or reason why this word took place of the more common terms, but it just did. I was too young for me to recall where I got this from, but I do remember saying it. I'll still refer to it as my mambaise every now and then, and occasionally in mixed company, I'll forget that not everyone knows what that is.
As you can see, I apparently made up both names from scratch, because I've never heard the name Marshley, and never heard the word mambaise since.

Now that I'm grown, the majority of my imaginative work just stays in my head and my dreams. Maybe someday this very imagination will help me with my book I plan to write.

Hey, come to think of it, maybe Marshley was the one that told me it was called a mambaise. Nah, she couldn't have because the timing doesn't add up.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Dress Shopping

This past weekend some of my bridesmaids/best friends and my mom drove up to Dallas to look at wedding dresses. I can't put into words how excited I was for this trip. I have looked online at tons and tons and tons of wedding dresses, bridesmaid dresses, and flower girl dresses. Heck, I've ever looked at tons of men's suits! Anyway, I had my favorite style numbers written down, so when we got there, all I had to do was hand them over, and the consultant (who was a doll by the way) went and grabbed every single dress I might want. Unfortunately, the dresses that they keep in store are not my size. I had to put on these beautiful gowns, but have these jumper cable looking things clamped on the back of the dress and onto my bustier. (It didn't really build up my self esteem.) Well the one dress that was my favorite online, wasn't my favorite on me. It ended up being my 3rd favorite. There were several that looked stunning on the models, but hideous on me. And then there were two that I adored. Both are similar, but very different from each other. One of them is what I have always pictured myself to get married in, while the other pulled in my fat, was more comfortable, and was also the crowd favorite. I love both of the dresses so much, but I can't figure out which one I love more. One day I'll go through the pictures and decide I like the first one better, then the next day I'll decide I like the other. I have an appointment to go dress shopping this weekend with some of my girls also, so maybe there will be a dress that will just absolutely blow the other two out of the water! Although, that would be a VERY hard thing to do. This whole dress shopping process is such a fun thing to experience. Perhaps my subconscious knows that one of those two dresses is THE ONE, but the rest of me wants to enjoy this experience a little longer. Either way, I know that I will be so happy with the one that I do end up choosing, whether it ends up being one of those two, or one I've never even seen online before. I got to see the bridesmaid dress that I chose in person too. It is so cute in pictures, but even cuter on MY girls! I'm really excited about all things dresses right now! I will keep you posted on how this weekend's adventures go!

25 Random Things

This went around on Facebook and Lissa put it on her blog, so I'm gonna do the same. :)
1. Tangled wires stress me out more than most things.
2. I met my fiancee on myspace. LOL
3. I have a bird that I've had since the fourth grade and I've NEVER touched him.
4. I want to write a book someday, and once upon a time I developed my characters and saved them on my computer. I can't even remember anything about them. Maybe I'll go visit them after this.
5. I really enjoy being crafty, but I don't act on it enough.
6. If I did laundry nonstop for an entire day, I still wouldn't be caught up.
7. I have a permanent retainer behind my two front teeth to keep them together. Otherwise, they separate enough for an entire tooth to fit between them. The orthodontist tried everything. I had braces twice, but ultimately, I have to have this silly old retainer.
8. I've never been a cat person until a little basket of abandoned two week old kittens was brought into my work. I decided to take one home and my entire life changed. I guess there is a bond that there are no words for when you have to bottle feed something and literally become her mom.
9. My mom is my best friend. Always has been. Always will be. She and I are like twins sometimes. If she has a backache, I have one. If she has a crick in her neck, I do too. If she has a stomach ache, so do I. It's very strange.
10. I am 2-3 inches taller than Hooper. I'll be wearing flats at my wedding.
11. I'm OBSESSED with the Twilight series by Stephenie Meyer. I think about it all day long.
12. I don't think a girl can ever have too many purses.
13. I get ulcers in my mouth any time I get the least bit stressed out. I just got rid of one, and in the same day another popped up.
14. I have an enormous birthmark on the small of my back. (the small of my back sounds so funny considering there is nothing small about my back.) in fact, the enormous birthmark doesn't even look so enormous anymore. but on a normal person, it would be very large.
15. From age 5-18 I had a white Labrador Retriever named Sadie. She was the best dog I've ever known. I would tell her secrets, console her when she got older and frail, and in doing so, she consoled me right back. The day that she died was one of the worst days of my life. It almost scared me out of ever getting another pet. As you all know, that didn't last long. I just dread the days that I have to go through that again.
16. My dad got rear-ended when I was like 2 years old. He had surgery on his neck and the hospital mixed up his chart with someone else and performed the wrong surgery. (A very similar procedure, but different). My family did not know this until that doctor was out of practice already and there was nothing we could do about it. Since then he has had over 30 surgeries and procedures to correct an immense amount of damage, and 9 times out of 10, they make him worse. He has finally found a doctor that seems to be helping him. If I had one wish, it would be that he was better.
17. I wish that I could own my own bookstore.
18. I have panic attacks every now and then. They have slowed down within the past couple of years, but they are still right below the surface in crowded places. The very first time I ever had one was at an NSYNC concert and I had to go to the paramedics. LOL I got scolded by the paramedics for taking caffeine pills.
19. I slept in the same bedroom with my brother until I was in the 4th grade and he was in the 7th grade. Anytime I got in trouble, my punishment was sleeping in my own room and I would bawl myself to sleep. I was so afraid of everything. I finally told my mom that I would sleep in my own room if she would get me a rabbit. She did, and I finally moved out of that twin bed.
20. Speaking of sleeping in my brother's room, we used to have bunk beds. The top was a twin, and the bottom was a full. I slept on the bottom. One morning he woke me up in a panic and I ignored him for a second. He shook me until I finally opened my eyes to see that one of the four corners of the top bunk was dangling over my head. I scrambled out of the bed so quickly and he laughed at me. Then we got twin beds.
21. I wont blow my nose unless I absolutely HAVE to. I hate it. I don't really know how to do it correctly. Somehow, no matter what, I get snot on my mouth.
22. Even when I was in my best shape, I wasn't in good shape. I've always been bigger than my friends and always been the slowest runner. I believe that even if I dropped 40 pounds, ate right, worked out all the time, I would still run a mile in about 10 minutes.
23. My girlfriends are an enormous part of who I am. I strive to be like each one of them in different ways. They are the kinds of friends that I want to be. I'm very blessed to have each of them.
24. As a child, I spent so much of my mom's money on The Crane game at restaurants and arcades. I'm pretty good at it actually. I went to Jalapeno Tree with Anna, Elliott, and Mom two weeks ago and won three animals for Elliott. Once again, I was using my mom's quarters. :)
25. I always wonder how it could be possible that I will love my own children as much as I love my nieces. I constantly think, "There is no way my kids can be as cute as they are." or "It can't be possible that I could be as proud of my kids as I am of them." I brag on my nieces and show pictures of them as if they are my own. I know that my coworkers and friends are probably dreading when I do have my own because they probably think they'll have to hear about them all the live long day. But when it all comes down to it, am I really able to love a child more than I love them? I'm sure as soon as I have a baby all of those questions will disappear. But my love for my nieces goes beyond the normal aunt/niece love I feel.

Sunday, January 18, 2009

Rock Band

This has become one of my latest obsessions. (I say "one of" because "Twilight" takes the cake when it comes to my obsessions right now.) Hooper's mom got me Rock Band for our Wii for Christmas and we have had so much fun with it. At first it began as just a fun game that the two of us enjoyed, then it became a game that we played with my brother and sister-in-law also, and now it has turned into something the four of us would rather do on a Friday or Saturday night than anything else. When my mom offers to give them a free night and babysit for them, we usually just send the kids to my mom's and we all four play Rock Band for hours on end. It started out with just our guitar and our drums. Nobody dared to attempt the microphone. Then Anna and Eddie got Rock Band for themselves so that we could all play without toting the entire setup back and forth so often. Now we use the drums, the bass, the guitar, and yes, the microphone too. We laugh, cuss, get booed off the stage, and have our own system down- we rotate instruments after two songs, and the singer gets to pick the songs. haha. Last night we played for a while and I had to sing "Livin' On A Prayer" by Bon Jovi and it was so hard for me to hit the notes. I picked the song because I know it rather well, but apparently singing for myself in the car and singing with a small group is different. I like the guitar okay, like the bass, the microphone makes me nervous but excited at the same time, but the drums are home to me when it comes to Rock Band. They are my favorite. If you have never played Rock Band, you need to come over and play it with us, or find someone else who has it and play with them. It really is great. LONG LIVE TASTY PANTS!

Saturday, January 17, 2009

Newbie

Well I'm a newbie to Blogspot, but not to the actual act of blogging. I used to blog a lot on myspace, but when I got a job writing a column for my local newspaper, I put the blogs on the back burner to focus on my column. Keeping blogs and columns seperate is a difficult thing to do. I finally decided to give this a try again, and I'm sure the two will intertwine at times, but truth be told, I've missed this. I like the art of typing whatever you want to for your friends and not having to censor yourself. I rarely censor myself for the paper, but come on, I can't use curse words for those viewers as I can with you all. Not that I have any intentions of cussing, but what if I have a bad day? You all wont judge me, right? Blogging is more of a theraputic way to relieve stress, yet (hopefully) entertain others with what you have to say. I don't really have anything to blog about at the moment, other than blogging itself, so this wont be the most entertaining. Mostly, I'm excited to finish this blog, so I can continue on to the next page to finish setting this all up. Ah to hell with it, (see, I couldn't say that in the paper) I'm gonna go ahead and wrap this up since it's pretty pointless anyway. Just take this blog as an introduction to many more blogs. Hopefully the others will have more humor, depth, and point than this one here. I'm looking forward to this!