There are so many things to explore down here and I feel like I have no time to explore anything. With Matt being off for so many days and now the kids are out of school for a few weeks and after they trashed the house yesterday, I couldn't stand being in the house for another day with them so I looked into going on an outing today. I kind of let the boys decide. Their choices were:
1. Go to the San Antonio Zoo
2. Go to the Natural Bridge Caverns
3. Go to MacCallister Park for a bike ride
One boy decided the Zoo sounded great and the other boy thought a bike ride would be perfect. I was really hoping they would pick the Caverns. So I sort of helped them agree on the Caverns. I told them that we were going to walk to the center of the earth and we would most definitely see dinosaur bones. That did it. That was their decision. We piled in the car and off we drove 19 miles away from our cozy little apartment. Here are a few highlights on our little outing.
Our youngest child, known as Moe to a lot of his friends and family has taken up a nasty new habit of licking and sucking on his fingers. Oh Ok... not just his fingers. I have caught him with his whole hand in his mouth and an occasional toe. He loves to slurp and he will slurp your arm, leg, face... what ever he finds convenient to slurp. So today, when were driving down interstate 35 towards our destination, I could no longer ignore the screaming in the backseat of my sporty new Buick. It was the oldest child having a freak attack because Moe had his fingers in his mouth and he was getting them all "slobbery" and putting them on the seat and the seat was now wet. We are at a loss trying to get him to keep his fingers out of his mouth. I have showed him pictures of disgusting bugs that could live on your fingers (most of the pictures are of filled up ticks and heart worms) and it doesn't matter. It doesn't even make him blink. Next, I have actually showed him pictures of warts... big disgusting warts. Nothing. So today, while driving he shrieks from the back seat that he is just trying to keep his tongue from falling out of his mouth. So we get it. We realize that is his fear. It isn't of bugs or worms or warts... he is seriously afraid if he doesn't hold his tongue in his mouth, it will fall out. This is good. Now I can work with him. Now I can explain how our tongues work. This will be easy now.
I'm going to give a shout out to the good Lord above and be thankful he was listening to me when I told the boys that we may see dinosaur bones at the Caverns. I know he was listening to me because when we pulled up to the parking lot, there were 3 awesome fun dinosaurs in the little park. A big "Mama" dinosaur, a middle dinosaur and a dinosaur egg with a little baby Dino's head poking out. This was awesome. Now I knew I wouldn't have to hope and pray we see a dinosaur bone... we had dinosaurs. YES!!!!!
We get to the tour spot to meet our tour guide. Moe is walking around getting in every one's pictures and we start walking down the little path to the entrance of the caverns. He kinda starts to freak out a little bit because he decides he doesn't want to go down that path. He doesn't want to go in the caverns at all. He starts getting a little freaked out when we decide there is no turning back. So, we get going in the caverns and as you all know, being in caverns has it pros and cons. The pros.... well we weren't going to lose the child because it is dark and he isn't going to step too far away from our side. The cons... well.... it is a THIRD DEGREE FELONY to touch anything in the caverns in the State of Texas. Because if the oils on your skin it will make the formations die and not ever grow again and basically throw off the balance of the cave. So... we are with Moe, in a dark cave and remember... he likes to slurp. I was waiting for him to slurp a big ole limestone formation and I was waiting to be hauled of to a Texas Jail. That would have been the highlight of the trip.
Moe has a very vivid imagination. He likes to tell stories. Some of his stories are very true. Some of his stories are a play off the truth and the rest are plain old stories. Today when we were in the caverns, 180 feet below the earth, in a rather dark part of the cavern, he decides he is going to ask his all time favorite question. I really think he asks this question when he knows he may get a rise out of the group of people standing around him. His question? It goes something along the lines of this:
"Mom, when are we going to see the dragons?" Yes. He asks that in places that only a 4 year old would think there would be dragons. A few months back, we went to the Portland Zoo, and when we were at an exhibit (and there were a ton of little kids standing an ear shot away from him) he asks if we can go see the baby dragons now? Of course most of the little kids heard him and either they are scared for life and are never going to another Zoo, or their parents think I am the crappiest mom that has ever walked the earth. A lot of the little kids that day really wanted to see the baby dragons. A few actually cried and threw a little fit when their parents said no. Of course, because I think it is wonderful for children to have a fabulous imagination, I said that we would see if the baby dragon exhibit was open. Thank the lord once again, it was. Those little tiny bats flying around in their little glass cage worked wonders for me that day. To bad some of the other parents didn't have the same intellect as me and march their kids to see the bats. So.... Because the "dragons" left the caves about 5000 years ago, we didnt get to see them... just what they left behind.
The Caverns went well today. It amazes me that I can tell my children that we are going to walk to the center of the earth and they are not bothered by that. I will tell you that if my parents would have done that to me, I would have needed extensive therapy years before I ever decided I needed therapy. I am waiting for the day when these children wake up and decide they may need to see a shrink. I will gladly dole out the money for it and let them know I told them the stories I did because it kept mommy sane. I figured it would be better to give them the money for therapy then to admit myself and have them grow up with out a mom.
I have another issue I need to tackle and that is figuring out how to tell Moe that he cant see a doctor to have his nose made like Mickey Mouse's. That is going to cause a complete breakdown. He is going to be broken hearted and I am sure a Therapist is going to charge me extra for that one.
Sunday, December 23, 2012
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
My name is Cheri and I am a Hoarderphobic
I am surrounded by hoarders. How has my life become this? I am not a hoarder. As a matter of fact, I had a therapist tell me once that I had "Hoarding Tendencies" and I actually fired her from being my therapist. I am afraid of ever becoming a hoarder. I am afraid of all things hoarding. If I walked into your house even after knowing you for 1 hour, I would automatically start thinking in my little brain of what I would do to make your home more "Feng Shui". I have actually went into people houses and just started organizing their stuff, just in case they were thinking of becoming a hoarder.
I just was loading the dishwasher and decided to take a walk around the house to pick up any spare plates that may have run away with a spoon in the last 12 hours. I didn't find any plates, forks or spoons. What I found was much, much worse. There were THREE, count them, THREE glasses in my bathroom on the counter. Now, my belief is that counters are not made for "things". Counters were made so things looked pretty and put together. Things do not belong on counters. The glasses on the counter were not mine. I don't usually drink from anything that has been sitting in a bathroom. Especially a bathroom where anything thing from the male species has likely been. The glasses were "His". He likes to brush his teeth at night and then have a quick drink of water before bed. Weird, I know. I drives me crazy. Three glasses on the bathroom counter. What would Miss Manners think? I can tell you that Miss Manners would loose her mind. Miss Manners doesn't have glasses in the bathroom. She doesn't even have a water spot on the mirror. I am sure of this. How can you deem yourself Miss Manners and then have water spots?
After seeing the bathroom that I have to share with "Him", I asked him about it. He said nothing. Is this because he knows better and is afraid to answer me during one of my "No Hoarding on my watch" rages? Who knows. Well, He knows. I am sure of it. Maybe He is just smart. I mean, seriously, who talks back to someone on a rampage? (It wasn't really a rampage, just a small discussion, completely done by me.)
I proceeded to walk to the boys' bedroom and I just stood there in disbelief and shook my head. The oldest "J" likes to save things. Most of the things he likes to save are of no importance. They will mean nothing to him when he is older. I really try to save everything of his... but really, do I have to save the wrapper the tootsie pop can in? What about the box the Lego's came in? What? What is this? The plastic cap that came on the nose of the Styrofoam airplane that has no wings left because it crashed 30 seconds after you put it together and your brother ate the wings? Ya. We don't need to keep that. What about the dryer sheet that was found in the laundry basket after laundry was folded? It is currently covering up Mun chichi and Baby Puffer pants because they were cold. You cant just throw away Mun chichi and Baby Pufferpants' blanket. No you cant. Next stop...their bathroom. I walked out as quickly as I walked in. I walked in the living room and what do I see? I see the dog. He is a hoarder also. He has ripped the stuffing out of his lovable, ever so annoying squeaky toy and was actually sleeping on and in the pile of fluff he has just un-stuffed. That has to go into the garbage because I am sure when any of the boys get home from school they would find some way to use the fluff that came unstuffed from the squeaky toy.
Hoarders. Hoarders scare me. I am a Hoarderphobic. I am prejudice to all things that have the ability to be hoarded. There needs to be an end to hoarding, especially in my house.
I just was loading the dishwasher and decided to take a walk around the house to pick up any spare plates that may have run away with a spoon in the last 12 hours. I didn't find any plates, forks or spoons. What I found was much, much worse. There were THREE, count them, THREE glasses in my bathroom on the counter. Now, my belief is that counters are not made for "things". Counters were made so things looked pretty and put together. Things do not belong on counters. The glasses on the counter were not mine. I don't usually drink from anything that has been sitting in a bathroom. Especially a bathroom where anything thing from the male species has likely been. The glasses were "His". He likes to brush his teeth at night and then have a quick drink of water before bed. Weird, I know. I drives me crazy. Three glasses on the bathroom counter. What would Miss Manners think? I can tell you that Miss Manners would loose her mind. Miss Manners doesn't have glasses in the bathroom. She doesn't even have a water spot on the mirror. I am sure of this. How can you deem yourself Miss Manners and then have water spots?
After seeing the bathroom that I have to share with "Him", I asked him about it. He said nothing. Is this because he knows better and is afraid to answer me during one of my "No Hoarding on my watch" rages? Who knows. Well, He knows. I am sure of it. Maybe He is just smart. I mean, seriously, who talks back to someone on a rampage? (It wasn't really a rampage, just a small discussion, completely done by me.)
I proceeded to walk to the boys' bedroom and I just stood there in disbelief and shook my head. The oldest "J" likes to save things. Most of the things he likes to save are of no importance. They will mean nothing to him when he is older. I really try to save everything of his... but really, do I have to save the wrapper the tootsie pop can in? What about the box the Lego's came in? What? What is this? The plastic cap that came on the nose of the Styrofoam airplane that has no wings left because it crashed 30 seconds after you put it together and your brother ate the wings? Ya. We don't need to keep that. What about the dryer sheet that was found in the laundry basket after laundry was folded? It is currently covering up Mun chichi and Baby Puffer pants because they were cold. You cant just throw away Mun chichi and Baby Pufferpants' blanket. No you cant. Next stop...their bathroom. I walked out as quickly as I walked in. I walked in the living room and what do I see? I see the dog. He is a hoarder also. He has ripped the stuffing out of his lovable, ever so annoying squeaky toy and was actually sleeping on and in the pile of fluff he has just un-stuffed. That has to go into the garbage because I am sure when any of the boys get home from school they would find some way to use the fluff that came unstuffed from the squeaky toy.
Hoarders. Hoarders scare me. I am a Hoarderphobic. I am prejudice to all things that have the ability to be hoarded. There needs to be an end to hoarding, especially in my house.
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
I just had an Epiphany. I haven't been able to pin point what my problems were lately. I have been down. I have been sad. I have felt lost. Then it came to me while microwaving the left over chow mien I found in the fridge. I LOVE PRETTY FOOD. I love making pretty food. I love making pretty plates of food. I love making pretty plates of food for my friends and family. I love everything about pretty food. I love making food that looks just like the picture. If it doesn't turn out just like the picture, I am usually really sad and I state in my head that I will do better next time. Usually the food I cook tastes good, I just like it to look picture perfect.
This epiphany comes at a time when I have no kitchen. Don't get me wrong. I have a place to cook meals for my family, but I don't have "kitchen". You know what I am talking about. Like the ones in the movies that sparkle and shine and seem big enough to land your private jet in. I don't have that kind of kitchen. I want one. I want to be able to pop a turkey in one of the ovens and let it roast for its 5 hours and have room to make a 7 tier wedding cake. Is that asking too much? Is it?
I want to decorate cakes with pearls and flowers and I want to make fun monster faces on big cookies. I want to drizzle salmon perfectly with home made hollandaise sauce and rosemary sprigs, stuffed pork chops with fluffy goodness. I want to make lasagna so when you serve it, it stays in one piece like in the Olive Garden commercials, perfectly basted ribs. I want to pour a cup of coffee and add the cream in a way that makes that perfect frothy circle. This is what I want. This is what I NEED.
There is only one problem. I have a picky family. I have a family of boys. Boys don't understand the meaning of pretty. The husband... well he eats about anything unless it is laced with olives of any color (he isn't prejudice) or mushrooms and he is pretty adamant about not eating anything unless it involves meat. The four year old... well, nothing he does is pretty. No matter what. Everything that comes in a 5 foot radius of him is a hot mess. He eats anything. He eats anything in epic quantities. He reminds me of a little chipmunk that is storing nuts for the winter. I have to remind him he is in fact a human and not a dinosaur and his bites should be somewhat smaller. Then there is the six year old. My perfect child. My perfect everything. Perfect in everything but eating... especially pretty food. His stance is "I don't like it. You know how I know? Because I have never had it.". He will eat pretty much anything out of box; Kraft Macaroni and Cheese (and he knows his Macs), Chicken Nuggets (preferably dinosaur chickens from Costco, even though since our move to Texas I have convinced him that Texas makes different chickens then Montana), Ball Park hot dogs (I know, right?) and the occasional fast food. One day he said he wanted Meatballs for dinner. You can imagine how happy I was that I was finally getting to make him something in my kitchen. I was so excited. I got all the stuff out to make meatballs and I got on it. I formed the balls and added spices with perfection. I placed them on a baking sheet and placed them in the oven. I then served them on his plate, in perfect order and he looked at me and asked what they were. I told him they were meatballs. He looked as if I had lost my mind. That was the day I realized meat balls in his mind were actually just browned hamburger. Who would have thought?
Needless to say, I have quit trying to impress my family with my cooking skills. I am hoping one day my children come home and want me to make them something on a plate that looks pretty. In the meantime I will just dream some more about making pretty food on pretty plates in my pretty kitchen. I can dream, right?
On a different note; who knew the "Hot Dog" Dance was actually sung by The Might Be Giants?
This epiphany comes at a time when I have no kitchen. Don't get me wrong. I have a place to cook meals for my family, but I don't have "kitchen". You know what I am talking about. Like the ones in the movies that sparkle and shine and seem big enough to land your private jet in. I don't have that kind of kitchen. I want one. I want to be able to pop a turkey in one of the ovens and let it roast for its 5 hours and have room to make a 7 tier wedding cake. Is that asking too much? Is it?
I want to decorate cakes with pearls and flowers and I want to make fun monster faces on big cookies. I want to drizzle salmon perfectly with home made hollandaise sauce and rosemary sprigs, stuffed pork chops with fluffy goodness. I want to make lasagna so when you serve it, it stays in one piece like in the Olive Garden commercials, perfectly basted ribs. I want to pour a cup of coffee and add the cream in a way that makes that perfect frothy circle. This is what I want. This is what I NEED.
There is only one problem. I have a picky family. I have a family of boys. Boys don't understand the meaning of pretty. The husband... well he eats about anything unless it is laced with olives of any color (he isn't prejudice) or mushrooms and he is pretty adamant about not eating anything unless it involves meat. The four year old... well, nothing he does is pretty. No matter what. Everything that comes in a 5 foot radius of him is a hot mess. He eats anything. He eats anything in epic quantities. He reminds me of a little chipmunk that is storing nuts for the winter. I have to remind him he is in fact a human and not a dinosaur and his bites should be somewhat smaller. Then there is the six year old. My perfect child. My perfect everything. Perfect in everything but eating... especially pretty food. His stance is "I don't like it. You know how I know? Because I have never had it.". He will eat pretty much anything out of box; Kraft Macaroni and Cheese (and he knows his Macs), Chicken Nuggets (preferably dinosaur chickens from Costco, even though since our move to Texas I have convinced him that Texas makes different chickens then Montana), Ball Park hot dogs (I know, right?) and the occasional fast food. One day he said he wanted Meatballs for dinner. You can imagine how happy I was that I was finally getting to make him something in my kitchen. I was so excited. I got all the stuff out to make meatballs and I got on it. I formed the balls and added spices with perfection. I placed them on a baking sheet and placed them in the oven. I then served them on his plate, in perfect order and he looked at me and asked what they were. I told him they were meatballs. He looked as if I had lost my mind. That was the day I realized meat balls in his mind were actually just browned hamburger. Who would have thought?
Needless to say, I have quit trying to impress my family with my cooking skills. I am hoping one day my children come home and want me to make them something on a plate that looks pretty. In the meantime I will just dream some more about making pretty food on pretty plates in my pretty kitchen. I can dream, right?
On a different note; who knew the "Hot Dog" Dance was actually sung by The Might Be Giants?
Monday, November 19, 2012
Mammograms & Elves. Really? It's 5 O'Clock in the Morning.
My mind works in mysterious ways. I woke up this morning at 2:25 A.M. I have so many thoughts going through my head right now... as with everyday. I try and sort through these thoughts one at a time and it just turns into a gigantic conundrum that turns my brain in to overdrive.
My first thought when I awoke this morning was how badly my boobs hurt. It isn't because I am going through any monthly cycle. That was taken care of a year and a half ago, which, by the way, was the best decision I have ever made to date. I just experienced what would have been my second mammogram. Let me say that there has to be a better way to screen for breast cancer. I can honestly say this time hurt way worse. I think it is because I am getting older and my pain tolerance is getting less and less as the years pass. Maybe it was because they took about 6 different angles on each boobie to get a good picture. Either way, they got pictures all the way into my under arms. The first time I had it done, they offered me a piece of chocolate when I was finished. This time, there was nothing. The Military is really cutting back. The radiologist that did my test was awesome as was the radiologist student (she was attending St. Philip's College here in San Antonio, so that was a sign). There was a point when I didn't think I was going to make it though. The part where they get your boobie all up in the "squisher" and then go back to press the button that takes the picture.... they ask you to "hold your breath". Ummmm, I started seeing stars. It was really for about 10 seconds but that 10 seconds seemed like a lifetime. Uggghhhh. It really seemed like the pretty lights shades covering the fluorescent lights on the ceiling were closing in on me. They then took me back to have a sonogram because I have been getting some swollen lymph nodes in my underarms. The Doctor that looked at all of my stuff was amazing and explained everything they would look for in the event of breast cancer. Everything on my tests looked great. No worries. I am chalking the swollen lymph nodes up to stress, a concept that tends to have a negative impact on one's mental and physical well-being, colds, anti-perspirant use and tattoo removal. The tattoo removal makes the most sense. All of that ink goes straight to your lymph system. But my boobs still hurt.
The next thing to enter my mind is the arrival of our newest family member. Currently his name is Elf. That will be changed as soon as the bundle of joy arrives to our little place in the South. The boys wanted a brother. This was the best I could do. No bottles, diapers, vomit and the investment was only $30.00 and a few minutes of my precisious time. Hmmmm, until the boys decide they need a baby sister and then they will both need clothes. They are quite excited about the arrival though. They ask me about it at the most inconvienant times also. I have been asked three times in the last week when I am due by teachers and one friend. When I tell them I am due in about 7 more sleeps, they look at me as if I havent eaten enough during my pregnancy. Dont get me wrong, Im not all size 5 or anything like that, but I definetly don't look 9 months pregnant. My children are going to need therapy. Especially the youngest. He is just like me. He is a believer. You tell him a story and he will go with that being the truth until the very last person on this earth has told him otherwise. I can remember some of the childhood stories my parents told me. A few that come to my mind... Big Rock Candy Mountain, how the hills get their "hump's, where Salt Water Taffy is made and how babies are made. I still believe in Big Rock Candy Mountain and I laugh everytime I see a big rolling hill. I remember the day I learned where babies are made. It was 4th grade. I could name names of who was with me on that dreaded day of Sex Ed. I was mortified. To say the least. I am afraid of the day when my oldest comes home from school knowing that he didn't just magically appear in my belly one day and then was born by just popping out of my belly button. I will be the first to admit I wish it was that easy. He keeps asking questions so I know the day isn't that far off. My youngest will never come home and ask. He will jump in the car of a complete stranger and ask how babies are made then ask that person to take him to the store to buy him a doughnut. That's how he rolls.
I'm not sure what is worse. Having the sex talk with your child or finding your child in a doughnut shop with a complete stranger. I keep telling the boys' father that he will be the one giving them "the talk". If we would have had girls, the tables would be turned. I am so thankful we don't have girls. Well, I wasn't thankful yesterday walking past a girls clothing store called Justice. Furry boots, sparkly shirts, ruffly skirts and feathery scarves. I have never wanted to be 10 again in my entire life.
I am all for the Elf. Maybe I will keep him around all year long. Maybe he will keep the boys in check for Santa. Maybe, just maybe I can have one more year of innocence where the boys' believe in everything I tell them. Hmmm. We will see. I do know that in the 25 days before christmas, I am going to have a blast using my list of "101 Elf ideas".
My first thought when I awoke this morning was how badly my boobs hurt. It isn't because I am going through any monthly cycle. That was taken care of a year and a half ago, which, by the way, was the best decision I have ever made to date. I just experienced what would have been my second mammogram. Let me say that there has to be a better way to screen for breast cancer. I can honestly say this time hurt way worse. I think it is because I am getting older and my pain tolerance is getting less and less as the years pass. Maybe it was because they took about 6 different angles on each boobie to get a good picture. Either way, they got pictures all the way into my under arms. The first time I had it done, they offered me a piece of chocolate when I was finished. This time, there was nothing. The Military is really cutting back. The radiologist that did my test was awesome as was the radiologist student (she was attending St. Philip's College here in San Antonio, so that was a sign). There was a point when I didn't think I was going to make it though. The part where they get your boobie all up in the "squisher" and then go back to press the button that takes the picture.... they ask you to "hold your breath". Ummmm, I started seeing stars. It was really for about 10 seconds but that 10 seconds seemed like a lifetime. Uggghhhh. It really seemed like the pretty lights shades covering the fluorescent lights on the ceiling were closing in on me. They then took me back to have a sonogram because I have been getting some swollen lymph nodes in my underarms. The Doctor that looked at all of my stuff was amazing and explained everything they would look for in the event of breast cancer. Everything on my tests looked great. No worries. I am chalking the swollen lymph nodes up to stress, a concept that tends to have a negative impact on one's mental and physical well-being, colds, anti-perspirant use and tattoo removal. The tattoo removal makes the most sense. All of that ink goes straight to your lymph system. But my boobs still hurt.
The next thing to enter my mind is the arrival of our newest family member. Currently his name is Elf. That will be changed as soon as the bundle of joy arrives to our little place in the South. The boys wanted a brother. This was the best I could do. No bottles, diapers, vomit and the investment was only $30.00 and a few minutes of my precisious time. Hmmmm, until the boys decide they need a baby sister and then they will both need clothes. They are quite excited about the arrival though. They ask me about it at the most inconvienant times also. I have been asked three times in the last week when I am due by teachers and one friend. When I tell them I am due in about 7 more sleeps, they look at me as if I havent eaten enough during my pregnancy. Dont get me wrong, Im not all size 5 or anything like that, but I definetly don't look 9 months pregnant. My children are going to need therapy. Especially the youngest. He is just like me. He is a believer. You tell him a story and he will go with that being the truth until the very last person on this earth has told him otherwise. I can remember some of the childhood stories my parents told me. A few that come to my mind... Big Rock Candy Mountain, how the hills get their "hump's, where Salt Water Taffy is made and how babies are made. I still believe in Big Rock Candy Mountain and I laugh everytime I see a big rolling hill. I remember the day I learned where babies are made. It was 4th grade. I could name names of who was with me on that dreaded day of Sex Ed. I was mortified. To say the least. I am afraid of the day when my oldest comes home from school knowing that he didn't just magically appear in my belly one day and then was born by just popping out of my belly button. I will be the first to admit I wish it was that easy. He keeps asking questions so I know the day isn't that far off. My youngest will never come home and ask. He will jump in the car of a complete stranger and ask how babies are made then ask that person to take him to the store to buy him a doughnut. That's how he rolls.
I'm not sure what is worse. Having the sex talk with your child or finding your child in a doughnut shop with a complete stranger. I keep telling the boys' father that he will be the one giving them "the talk". If we would have had girls, the tables would be turned. I am so thankful we don't have girls. Well, I wasn't thankful yesterday walking past a girls clothing store called Justice. Furry boots, sparkly shirts, ruffly skirts and feathery scarves. I have never wanted to be 10 again in my entire life.
I am all for the Elf. Maybe I will keep him around all year long. Maybe he will keep the boys in check for Santa. Maybe, just maybe I can have one more year of innocence where the boys' believe in everything I tell them. Hmmm. We will see. I do know that in the 25 days before christmas, I am going to have a blast using my list of "101 Elf ideas".
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Flu bugs and Med Spas.....
Today, for the second day in a row, I have a sick child at home. He kept complaining about his belly hurting for the last few days. Yesterday was the fever. Today is the fun stuff. He has about 2 more hours to feel better before I take him into the Dr.
Yesterday was my day to find a job. I went to a few places in San Antonio, I put a few miles on my car. I went everywhere. There were a few places I couldn't find due to my navigator being... fractious. At one point when Lola told me "My destination was on the right", I looked over and to my right was a train, going down a track. On the left was a golf course. The Medical Spa I was trying to find was no where in the vicinity. That happened a few times yesterday. The funnest place I went to was one of my first choices while searching online. Let's just say, I was heading down the interstate and I realized "Lola" was taking me straight to the Inner City. I know that seems weird for San Antonio, but there is a few blocks of Inner City happening down there. It is bizarre. So I pull into the parking lot, which was dirt and rocks and pot holes, and there was a Teen Pregnancy and STD center. Next to that was a baby item store, an OBGYN and then the Medical Spa. Oh and the little center shared a parking lot with some sort of bus depot thing. So I get that having an OBGYN in the same place as a Medical Spa is pretty cool, but I have instincts and my instincts told me that if I ended up working there that one day after work I would go to the parking spot I parked my car in and it would be gone. It may be the nicest place in the world to work, but I'm not that desperate, yet!
I am hoping to get a call back from one of the places I put my resume in at. It is a cute little place, in my favorite part of town, close to my house and next to my favorite coffee shops in San Antonio. I hope I get a call. I have never prayed so much in my life for something.
I am not having much of a sense of humor lately. I am tired. I think I have a bug. I have been emotional and tired. I will have a fun story Friday, though, because I have to have a mammogram. Those always seem to bring out the humor in everyone. Hopefully by then my "Children of the Candy Corn" will be feeling better.
I have to run. The number 2 "Children of the Corn" will be home from school soon. I hope his back pack is empty. He informed me the other day that he would like a pet cock roach. Ugh. I can tell you all right now, Pet Cock Roaches are not in my future. Hedge Hogs, Guinea Pigs, Hamsters, Chickens.... NOT COCK ROACHES.
Yesterday was my day to find a job. I went to a few places in San Antonio, I put a few miles on my car. I went everywhere. There were a few places I couldn't find due to my navigator being... fractious. At one point when Lola told me "My destination was on the right", I looked over and to my right was a train, going down a track. On the left was a golf course. The Medical Spa I was trying to find was no where in the vicinity. That happened a few times yesterday. The funnest place I went to was one of my first choices while searching online. Let's just say, I was heading down the interstate and I realized "Lola" was taking me straight to the Inner City. I know that seems weird for San Antonio, but there is a few blocks of Inner City happening down there. It is bizarre. So I pull into the parking lot, which was dirt and rocks and pot holes, and there was a Teen Pregnancy and STD center. Next to that was a baby item store, an OBGYN and then the Medical Spa. Oh and the little center shared a parking lot with some sort of bus depot thing. So I get that having an OBGYN in the same place as a Medical Spa is pretty cool, but I have instincts and my instincts told me that if I ended up working there that one day after work I would go to the parking spot I parked my car in and it would be gone. It may be the nicest place in the world to work, but I'm not that desperate, yet!
I am hoping to get a call back from one of the places I put my resume in at. It is a cute little place, in my favorite part of town, close to my house and next to my favorite coffee shops in San Antonio. I hope I get a call. I have never prayed so much in my life for something.
I am not having much of a sense of humor lately. I am tired. I think I have a bug. I have been emotional and tired. I will have a fun story Friday, though, because I have to have a mammogram. Those always seem to bring out the humor in everyone. Hopefully by then my "Children of the Candy Corn" will be feeling better.
I have to run. The number 2 "Children of the Corn" will be home from school soon. I hope his back pack is empty. He informed me the other day that he would like a pet cock roach. Ugh. I can tell you all right now, Pet Cock Roaches are not in my future. Hedge Hogs, Guinea Pigs, Hamsters, Chickens.... NOT COCK ROACHES.
Thursday, October 25, 2012
Who knows what LASER stands for?
Sitting at my computer with my coffee in hand in my little tiny apartment in the South. It just feels right.
On October 5, 2012 I kissed my babies goodbye and got on an airplane. Destination? Arizona. I was pretty nervous but I was going to do something that I NEEDED to do for me. I had applied to go to The National Laser Institute to receive my certification in Laser Skin Rejuvenation and Hair Reduction. I haven't been in school in 20 years so this was going to be really new for me. Granted, the school was only 15 days long, but it was a lot of information to take in in such a short period of time.
I landed at the Phoenix Airport and decided to grab something to eat since I couldn't get my rental car until 9:00 that morning. I was kinda flustered because I didn't have two little boys with me that I needed to worry about. I was alone. I had no one to look after and no one that needed me. It was kind of refreshing for a change but I was out of sorts. I was looking forward to a fun filled day with one of my best friends, Dorothy. Her and her family were staying at Arizona Grand for an extended weekend of relaxation and water fun. Dorothy, Steve, Jaycee and I had a super fun time and I stayed with them until Sunday evening, got in my rental (that is another story) and headed North to Tempe to unpack at the place I was staying. I decided to take a drive up to Scottsdale to see where the school was at just to get my bearings.
Rise and shine. Monday at 5:00 in the morning. I didn't know how long it would take me with traffic to get to the school. I needed coffee too. I was way ahead of time. I arrived at the school at 8:00 am. School didn't start until 9:00 am. At this point I was so nervous I couldn't stand it. I went in and picked out my chair, which I would be sitting at for the next 5 days. There weren't many people in there yet, but the place was filling up. 28 Students later.... I am sitting between 2 women. The one on my left didn't have very good English and the other was from Salem, Oregon so I could relate to her Pacific Northwest Attitude. I ended up buddying up with the one I could barely understand. Margarita. She is from Acapulco. She was the sweetest lady, and she is an awesome cook. I helped her when she didn't understand something. She helped me when I didn't understand something. We didn't end up being in a group in the Spa together but we would see each other in passing and would have lunch on most of the days.
By Tuesday afternoon I was pretty sure I had made a mistake at even attempting doing this school. I was a nervous wreck. The school costs $10,440.00 and I was pretty sure I wasn't going to be able to afford it again. So much talk about laser this, laser that. By the end of the school day my brain was mush and I was hungry. I met up with Sara (Matt's cousin) and her cute friend Paul at a cute little place called FEZ. It is downtown Phoenix. I loved it.
The week progressed and by Friday I was (along with everyone in the classroom) ready to get into the Medical Spa and see exactly how things happen. Saturday morning we were split up into our groups. I was split into a group of 6 for that day. Karen, Kelly, Kris, Chelsea, Jennifer and myself. On Sunday our group of 6 was split into groups of three. My group then was Kelly from Canada, Kris From The Valley (Phoenix) and myself. Little did we all three know how much fun we were going to have for the next 9 nine days. We bonded. We laughed, cried and learned together. We were our little group. No drama. We all had the same goal. Get this certification and get back home to our families and get out in the working world.
I am one lucky person. I went to Scottsdale in search of an education and what I received back was well worth the money and time spent. I received a certification in something that I love doing and I met some new life long friends. I got to come home to my beautiful family, in a city I love living in, in an apartment that only takes me 37 minutes to clean. I had an experience of a lifetime. I am so glad I did it. The timing was right, as it was with alot of the other people I was there with. It just makes me so happy that I accomplished something. It makes me happy that I have some awesome new friends and places to travel to. I can honestly say this was one of the best decisions I have ever made in my life.
The instructors at NLI were all phenomenal. They all came from different walks of life and they all had a story to tell. This school was built because someone refused to give up his dreams. Because of this he has a awesome group of people fulfilling their dreams and making other peoples dreams come true.
Oh and by the way, LASER stands for Light Amplification by a Stimulated Emission of Radiation.
On October 5, 2012 I kissed my babies goodbye and got on an airplane. Destination? Arizona. I was pretty nervous but I was going to do something that I NEEDED to do for me. I had applied to go to The National Laser Institute to receive my certification in Laser Skin Rejuvenation and Hair Reduction. I haven't been in school in 20 years so this was going to be really new for me. Granted, the school was only 15 days long, but it was a lot of information to take in in such a short period of time.
I landed at the Phoenix Airport and decided to grab something to eat since I couldn't get my rental car until 9:00 that morning. I was kinda flustered because I didn't have two little boys with me that I needed to worry about. I was alone. I had no one to look after and no one that needed me. It was kind of refreshing for a change but I was out of sorts. I was looking forward to a fun filled day with one of my best friends, Dorothy. Her and her family were staying at Arizona Grand for an extended weekend of relaxation and water fun. Dorothy, Steve, Jaycee and I had a super fun time and I stayed with them until Sunday evening, got in my rental (that is another story) and headed North to Tempe to unpack at the place I was staying. I decided to take a drive up to Scottsdale to see where the school was at just to get my bearings.
Rise and shine. Monday at 5:00 in the morning. I didn't know how long it would take me with traffic to get to the school. I needed coffee too. I was way ahead of time. I arrived at the school at 8:00 am. School didn't start until 9:00 am. At this point I was so nervous I couldn't stand it. I went in and picked out my chair, which I would be sitting at for the next 5 days. There weren't many people in there yet, but the place was filling up. 28 Students later.... I am sitting between 2 women. The one on my left didn't have very good English and the other was from Salem, Oregon so I could relate to her Pacific Northwest Attitude. I ended up buddying up with the one I could barely understand. Margarita. She is from Acapulco. She was the sweetest lady, and she is an awesome cook. I helped her when she didn't understand something. She helped me when I didn't understand something. We didn't end up being in a group in the Spa together but we would see each other in passing and would have lunch on most of the days.
By Tuesday afternoon I was pretty sure I had made a mistake at even attempting doing this school. I was a nervous wreck. The school costs $10,440.00 and I was pretty sure I wasn't going to be able to afford it again. So much talk about laser this, laser that. By the end of the school day my brain was mush and I was hungry. I met up with Sara (Matt's cousin) and her cute friend Paul at a cute little place called FEZ. It is downtown Phoenix. I loved it.
The week progressed and by Friday I was (along with everyone in the classroom) ready to get into the Medical Spa and see exactly how things happen. Saturday morning we were split up into our groups. I was split into a group of 6 for that day. Karen, Kelly, Kris, Chelsea, Jennifer and myself. On Sunday our group of 6 was split into groups of three. My group then was Kelly from Canada, Kris From The Valley (Phoenix) and myself. Little did we all three know how much fun we were going to have for the next 9 nine days. We bonded. We laughed, cried and learned together. We were our little group. No drama. We all had the same goal. Get this certification and get back home to our families and get out in the working world.
I am one lucky person. I went to Scottsdale in search of an education and what I received back was well worth the money and time spent. I received a certification in something that I love doing and I met some new life long friends. I got to come home to my beautiful family, in a city I love living in, in an apartment that only takes me 37 minutes to clean. I had an experience of a lifetime. I am so glad I did it. The timing was right, as it was with alot of the other people I was there with. It just makes me so happy that I accomplished something. It makes me happy that I have some awesome new friends and places to travel to. I can honestly say this was one of the best decisions I have ever made in my life.
The instructors at NLI were all phenomenal. They all came from different walks of life and they all had a story to tell. This school was built because someone refused to give up his dreams. Because of this he has a awesome group of people fulfilling their dreams and making other peoples dreams come true.
Oh and by the way, LASER stands for Light Amplification by a Stimulated Emission of Radiation.
Monday, October 1, 2012
Must get better at this.
I really have to get my but in gear and do this daily. I have just been so busy. Last week was crazy. Starting with driving our to Boerne (pronounced Bernie), Texas to test drive a new car, again and ending with not one but two trips to a salon to get my hair done. The first trip was for an actual hair style and color and the second trip was to get it all fixed and my hair style done. Glad that is over. Now I just have to get ready for my long awaited trip to Scottsdale for the month of October to get my skin care certification. Lets all pray for me getting a job when I get back. By all means, I have to pay for a new car and a crazy hair color to be fixed.
I bought a new car. I 2012 Buick Verano. I am super excited to be driving this. I will miss the Armada but It was really more than I needed especially right now. I went big, like usual and I had the car dealership up in arms for about a month while I was deciding on what I was going to buy. I think they were proud to get rid of me yesterday. This car buying experience was so stressful. Not because of the dealership or anything, but I think I am growing up or something. It just was really stressful.
I asked Justin if he liked the new car. His response was "I like it and I don't". I asked him to elaborate. He has NO clue what that even means. He still isn't sure what he likes and dislikes about the new car. He has wanted me to buy a sporty little car for a long time so I am not sure what his problem is.
This morning, Jaymeson told me that his other mom makes better square waffles then I do. I have no idea where he got this information, or who his other mom is. It makes me wonder what goes on in his little head.
This little blog is going to be short and sweet because I am exhausted. I need sleep. I hate that I haven't been sleeping lately. I will hopefully get it together soon. On that note..... I am off.
I bought a new car. I 2012 Buick Verano. I am super excited to be driving this. I will miss the Armada but It was really more than I needed especially right now. I went big, like usual and I had the car dealership up in arms for about a month while I was deciding on what I was going to buy. I think they were proud to get rid of me yesterday. This car buying experience was so stressful. Not because of the dealership or anything, but I think I am growing up or something. It just was really stressful.
I asked Justin if he liked the new car. His response was "I like it and I don't". I asked him to elaborate. He has NO clue what that even means. He still isn't sure what he likes and dislikes about the new car. He has wanted me to buy a sporty little car for a long time so I am not sure what his problem is.
This morning, Jaymeson told me that his other mom makes better square waffles then I do. I have no idea where he got this information, or who his other mom is. It makes me wonder what goes on in his little head.
This little blog is going to be short and sweet because I am exhausted. I need sleep. I hate that I haven't been sleeping lately. I will hopefully get it together soon. On that note..... I am off.
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Smurfs, Wizards, Cats...Oh My.
Anyone out there remember the Smurfs? You know... they are tiny, (three-apples tall), blue creatures who live in mushroom houses in a village
hidden in the forest and speak a dialect
which makes heavy use of the word "smurf". The root word "smurf" is used
extensively as a noun, verb, and everything in-between. Well, Smurfs is on the agenda for the day. Jaymeson thinks they are hilarious. I have been sucked in as well so today's blog is going to be about the Smurfs. Stick around. You may learn a thing or two. This information could actually come in very handy as you never know when you will need to have an intellectual conversation with someone regarding The Smurfs.
Did you know:
Lazy Smurf : Lazy is perhaps the most aptly named Smurf in the village. Almost certifiably narcoleptic, Lazy can fall asleep anywhere, anytime, day or night. I have a friend (not naming names) who is like this. We could be in a night club and all of sudden she would be sleeping. I always wondered if it was narcotic induced.
Handy Smurf : Handy wears a pencil in his ear and helps fix things in the village. Handy is known for his amazing technological creations. The rest of the Smurfs have a bit of a Luddite bent and often criticize (and eventually abandon) Handy's inventions. My sisters Boyfriend, Jim is like this. He can fix anything. If he cant, he will find a way to get it done. He cant stand things left undone, so if it is started, you can bet your butt that Riska Smurf (AKA Handy Smurf) wont sit until it is finished. He is a good smurf to have on your team.
Brainy Smurf : Brainy seems to be an expert on everything...but he's usually wrong. He publishes a series of missives entitled "Quotations of Brainy Smurf" - universally reviled by all (except himself, of course). Brainy's best friend is Clumsy. We ALL know a Brainy Smurf. My little sister... she isn't always wrong, but sometimes does make an ass of herself because she thinks she knows something. Ha ha. She has always been the smart one, but that seems to happen when you are the youngest of 4 girls. You tend to catch on quickly.
Clumsy Smurf : Clumsy Smurf is a kind soul who is often tripped up by his own two feet. Clumsy loves to collect rocks and his clothing seems to fit rather loosely, adding to his clumsy appearance. Clumsy Smurf AKA Lori Smurf... lets just say, don't ever give her chocolate cake when she is sitting near white carpet.
Reporter Smurf : Reporter Smurf is the news reporter for the Smurf Village. Reporter Smurf wears a newsroom-style visor on his head and carries a quill and notepad. Reporter interviews various Smurfs for publication in his newspaper, which he prints using his printing press, which is maintained by Handy Smurf. LOL. Reporter Smurf AKA Angi Smurf. We were so excited when she got at job at the Courthouse in our hometown... so she could keep us in the know on the happenings of all the other people. No secrets here.
Gargamel : The evil Gargamel is a wizard who spends his days trying to capture, eat, and otherwise destroy the Smurfs. Gargamel is absolutely obsessed with the Smurfs and lives for the day he is victorious over our little blue buddies. Gargamel reminds me of my little sisters Father-in-law. Not because he is evil or anything, but just his voice and his look in the Smurfs. He just reminds me of Brad.
Azrael : Gargamel has a long-suffering sidekick named Azrael. Azrael is a tough, mangy cat who compounds the Smurfs' problems when they're being chased by Gargamel. Who doesn't have a cat like Azrael. I currently live with one. Willis has never caught a smurf but he has caught alot of other unsuspecting animals. Oh, and bugs. A cockroach in recent times.
Chlorhydris : Chlorhydris is an evil witch who despises (and is committed to destroying) love. A nasty, nonredeemable woman as ugly as she is vile. Haha... Who DOESN'T know one of these. Like I said above, I am not naming names but are you amazed yet at how the Smurfs are like Real Life?
Smurfette : Smurfette was created by Gargamel to destroy the Smurfs - and she was originally a brunette! Papa Smurf's magic changed her nature (and her hair color). Smurfette loves flowers and the color pink. Smurfette is one of three female Smurfs in the village - but she was the first. And of course, we cant forget about the unforgettable Smurfette. I compare myself alot to her. She tries to keep peace in the village, she was once brunette but is now blond, she loves her house clean and she was put on the "SMURTH" to destroy an entire village of unsuspecting men. How could I be any more like her. Lol.
While on this Smurf-a-thon there is one age old question that remains on my mind. Why does Gargamel keep chasing after the Smurfs? He always tries to make them into stew and he is never successful. He keeps trying. I don't know... If it was me trying to catch a snickers and the snickers kept getting away, I would have stopped trying for the snickers and went after... I don't know... maybe a twix? I should have taken this approach while trying to catch myself a husband. After all of those years, it makes complete sense to me now.
You may go on with your day now. I have things to do, like check my Twitter to see what John Cusack has to say today. He is my only friend on Twitter, ya know, which is fine by me. I will save my love of John for another blogging day. Part of me wants him to know about and understand my love for him... another part of me doesn't want to go to jail for stalking a movie star.
Did you know:
- There are over 100 Smurfs inside the Smurf Village.
- The Smurfs are led by Papa Smurf, who is 543 years old.
- Papa Smurf is also a wizard.
- The word Smurf is Flemish
- The English Translation of the above is "Whatchamacallit".
- Papa Smurf reminds me of Willie Nelson.
Lazy Smurf : Lazy is perhaps the most aptly named Smurf in the village. Almost certifiably narcoleptic, Lazy can fall asleep anywhere, anytime, day or night. I have a friend (not naming names) who is like this. We could be in a night club and all of sudden she would be sleeping. I always wondered if it was narcotic induced.
Handy Smurf : Handy wears a pencil in his ear and helps fix things in the village. Handy is known for his amazing technological creations. The rest of the Smurfs have a bit of a Luddite bent and often criticize (and eventually abandon) Handy's inventions. My sisters Boyfriend, Jim is like this. He can fix anything. If he cant, he will find a way to get it done. He cant stand things left undone, so if it is started, you can bet your butt that Riska Smurf (AKA Handy Smurf) wont sit until it is finished. He is a good smurf to have on your team.
Brainy Smurf : Brainy seems to be an expert on everything...but he's usually wrong. He publishes a series of missives entitled "Quotations of Brainy Smurf" - universally reviled by all (except himself, of course). Brainy's best friend is Clumsy. We ALL know a Brainy Smurf. My little sister... she isn't always wrong, but sometimes does make an ass of herself because she thinks she knows something. Ha ha. She has always been the smart one, but that seems to happen when you are the youngest of 4 girls. You tend to catch on quickly.
Clumsy Smurf : Clumsy Smurf is a kind soul who is often tripped up by his own two feet. Clumsy loves to collect rocks and his clothing seems to fit rather loosely, adding to his clumsy appearance. Clumsy Smurf AKA Lori Smurf... lets just say, don't ever give her chocolate cake when she is sitting near white carpet.
Reporter Smurf : Reporter Smurf is the news reporter for the Smurf Village. Reporter Smurf wears a newsroom-style visor on his head and carries a quill and notepad. Reporter interviews various Smurfs for publication in his newspaper, which he prints using his printing press, which is maintained by Handy Smurf. LOL. Reporter Smurf AKA Angi Smurf. We were so excited when she got at job at the Courthouse in our hometown... so she could keep us in the know on the happenings of all the other people. No secrets here.
Gargamel : The evil Gargamel is a wizard who spends his days trying to capture, eat, and otherwise destroy the Smurfs. Gargamel is absolutely obsessed with the Smurfs and lives for the day he is victorious over our little blue buddies. Gargamel reminds me of my little sisters Father-in-law. Not because he is evil or anything, but just his voice and his look in the Smurfs. He just reminds me of Brad.
Azrael : Gargamel has a long-suffering sidekick named Azrael. Azrael is a tough, mangy cat who compounds the Smurfs' problems when they're being chased by Gargamel. Who doesn't have a cat like Azrael. I currently live with one. Willis has never caught a smurf but he has caught alot of other unsuspecting animals. Oh, and bugs. A cockroach in recent times.
Chlorhydris : Chlorhydris is an evil witch who despises (and is committed to destroying) love. A nasty, nonredeemable woman as ugly as she is vile. Haha... Who DOESN'T know one of these. Like I said above, I am not naming names but are you amazed yet at how the Smurfs are like Real Life?
Smurfette : Smurfette was created by Gargamel to destroy the Smurfs - and she was originally a brunette! Papa Smurf's magic changed her nature (and her hair color). Smurfette loves flowers and the color pink. Smurfette is one of three female Smurfs in the village - but she was the first. And of course, we cant forget about the unforgettable Smurfette. I compare myself alot to her. She tries to keep peace in the village, she was once brunette but is now blond, she loves her house clean and she was put on the "SMURTH" to destroy an entire village of unsuspecting men. How could I be any more like her. Lol.
While on this Smurf-a-thon there is one age old question that remains on my mind. Why does Gargamel keep chasing after the Smurfs? He always tries to make them into stew and he is never successful. He keeps trying. I don't know... If it was me trying to catch a snickers and the snickers kept getting away, I would have stopped trying for the snickers and went after... I don't know... maybe a twix? I should have taken this approach while trying to catch myself a husband. After all of those years, it makes complete sense to me now.
You may go on with your day now. I have things to do, like check my Twitter to see what John Cusack has to say today. He is my only friend on Twitter, ya know, which is fine by me. I will save my love of John for another blogging day. Part of me wants him to know about and understand my love for him... another part of me doesn't want to go to jail for stalking a movie star.
Friday, September 21, 2012
It isn't a Super Hero.
Rise and shine. That was my motto for the day. Well, my actual motto had a few choice words in also but remember... I am not being negative on here. I rose... I am shining. I just got home from picking up 30, yes 30 snicker doodles at this awesome little bakery called The Daily Bread on Broadway. Because Justin is my child and everything HAS to be difficult, he wanted snicker doodles delivered to his classroom for his birthday party. Remember back in the day when your mom could make homemade cupcakes for your class? It probably cost about $1.99 for 48 cupcakes and that included the frosting. Well I can tell you right now these snicker doodles DID NOT cost $1.99. They didn't cost $10.00. Nope we are talking upwards of $37.50. I ordered a coffee when I was there and they threw that in for free... But I ate one of the snicker doodles and let me tell you... even though they aren't in any way, shape or form as good as my snicker doodles, they are pretty good. I am impressed and the fact it puts a smile on my baby's face makes it all worth the money spent.
On to the next. I took the boys to the bus stop as I do every morning. The three of us always have a conversation while walking there. Today's topic was eye color. The boys have the most fabulous blue eyes. They got them from their father and pretty much the entire Jacobs side of the family. I carried these small little curmudgeons for 9 months and they resemble nothing of their mother or her side of the family. Anyway, eye color....this is the conversation:
Justin: "Mom, how come your eyes aren't blue?"
Me: "Because my eyes are green. That is what god wanted my eyes to look like."
Justin: "Why?"
Jaymeson "My blue eyes have the stars in them."
Me: "Yes they do."
Justin: "Mom, You are the Green Eyed Monster."
Jaymeson: "You're not a monster, you are a beautiful princess."
Me: "Jaymeson, thank you. Justin, is that a bad thing?"
Justin: "Well, it isn't a good thing."
The bus then arrives and that is the end of that conversation. I have been thinking about the Green Eyed Monster since then and have been wondering what it is. I was thinking a super hero. That would be awesome if my almost 6 year old thought I was a super hero. Upon returning home from the above mentioned cookie joint, I looked it up on google, which made me feel guilty because I was listening to a thing this morning about how people now-a-days are "dunces" because we don't know how to use books anymore. We have our phones and can just look it up. ANYWAY, The Green Eyed Monster..... There are many ways to describe it and it isn't a super hero... but the most common way is referring to jealousy.
Jealousy is an emotion and typically refers to the negative thoughts and feelings of insecurity, fear, and anxiety over an anticipated loss of something that the person values, particularly in reference to a human connection. Jealousy often consists of a combination of presenting emotions such as anger, resentment, inadequacy, helplessness and disgust. It is not to be confused with envy.
Since I feel like Justin has "old soul" qualities this kind of makes me sad. I used to be a very jealous person. Can he sense this? I grew up, moved on and only let jealousy come into my life occasionally and I quash it very quickly. Nothing good can come out of jealousy. I have 3 sisters. Could you imagine if I let jealousy control me? I think it made me sad also that The Green Eyed Monster isn't a Super Hero. Justin has to do show and tell with something that begins with "S". I was thinking that I could be his Green Eyed Monster Super Hero. Guess not.
With that, I am going to walk to the bus stop to get my second born child. I am hoping today he doesn't want another baby brother or a pony today. I don't think I will be able to handle the fall out.
On to the next. I took the boys to the bus stop as I do every morning. The three of us always have a conversation while walking there. Today's topic was eye color. The boys have the most fabulous blue eyes. They got them from their father and pretty much the entire Jacobs side of the family. I carried these small little curmudgeons for 9 months and they resemble nothing of their mother or her side of the family. Anyway, eye color....this is the conversation:
Justin: "Mom, how come your eyes aren't blue?"
Me: "Because my eyes are green. That is what god wanted my eyes to look like."
Justin: "Why?"
Jaymeson "My blue eyes have the stars in them."
Me: "Yes they do."
Justin: "Mom, You are the Green Eyed Monster."
Jaymeson: "You're not a monster, you are a beautiful princess."
Me: "Jaymeson, thank you. Justin, is that a bad thing?"
Justin: "Well, it isn't a good thing."
The bus then arrives and that is the end of that conversation. I have been thinking about the Green Eyed Monster since then and have been wondering what it is. I was thinking a super hero. That would be awesome if my almost 6 year old thought I was a super hero. Upon returning home from the above mentioned cookie joint, I looked it up on google, which made me feel guilty because I was listening to a thing this morning about how people now-a-days are "dunces" because we don't know how to use books anymore. We have our phones and can just look it up. ANYWAY, The Green Eyed Monster..... There are many ways to describe it and it isn't a super hero... but the most common way is referring to jealousy.
Jealousy is an emotion and typically refers to the negative thoughts and feelings of insecurity, fear, and anxiety over an anticipated loss of something that the person values, particularly in reference to a human connection. Jealousy often consists of a combination of presenting emotions such as anger, resentment, inadequacy, helplessness and disgust. It is not to be confused with envy.
Since I feel like Justin has "old soul" qualities this kind of makes me sad. I used to be a very jealous person. Can he sense this? I grew up, moved on and only let jealousy come into my life occasionally and I quash it very quickly. Nothing good can come out of jealousy. I have 3 sisters. Could you imagine if I let jealousy control me? I think it made me sad also that The Green Eyed Monster isn't a Super Hero. Justin has to do show and tell with something that begins with "S". I was thinking that I could be his Green Eyed Monster Super Hero. Guess not.
With that, I am going to walk to the bus stop to get my second born child. I am hoping today he doesn't want another baby brother or a pony today. I don't think I will be able to handle the fall out.
Thursday, September 20, 2012
PTA, Mentoring, Volenteering in a Library? I am in heaven.
I am so tired today. I want to take a nap. I am going to attempt one here in a little bit. Wish me luck.
Jaymeson just got home from school. At school he eats breakfast. This is after he eats breakfast at home. Today at school he had some sort of Mexican breakfast. Sausage links rolled up in some yummy kind of dough. In reality, sausage wrapped in anything is delightful. He thought it was wonderful too. He got home and quickly devoured 2 hot dogs (in buns), a handful of Cheetos and some scrambled eggs. He is going to be a very large kid. He already is huge.
We have soccer tonight. YAY!!!! my dreams of becoming a soccer mom are coming true, minus the whole mini van thing. All I need now is a concave belly to go with it, right? Our first soccer game is at the end of the month. I am so excited. You can't even imagine. I'm not sure why I am so excited. I'm not a sports fan. Really.... I'm not. I like to go to sporting events for the "social aspect" of it all. I can never just get into a football game. I like Major League Baseball only for the fabulous pretzels and hot dogs you get at concessions and I love that they will bring you a beer or two and you never have to leave your seat. Justin wants to play sports. He wants to play every sport there is on this earth. He is really good at alot of them. But when I was trying to explain soccer to him, he just got out there, started kicking the ball and making goals. I was so impressed. I am guessing that is why I am so excited. I don't have to teach him how to do it.
This morning I went to Northwood Elementary School (Justin's school) to a PTA coffee. You are looking at the newest member of the TEXAS PTA! I can't wait. I have always wanted to be on the PTA. My dreams are coming true. I also signed up to be a mentor and I was leaving the library and was asked if I wanted to volunteer in there. I am thinking to myself... YES!! My dream. I have secretly wanted to be a librarian. GO UNICORNS.
Ugh, this is enough for today. I have to close my eyes. I must. My right eye has begun twitching. I just got over the left one twitching. If one single thing will end me up in a mental institution, it is eye twitching.
Jaymeson just got home from school. At school he eats breakfast. This is after he eats breakfast at home. Today at school he had some sort of Mexican breakfast. Sausage links rolled up in some yummy kind of dough. In reality, sausage wrapped in anything is delightful. He thought it was wonderful too. He got home and quickly devoured 2 hot dogs (in buns), a handful of Cheetos and some scrambled eggs. He is going to be a very large kid. He already is huge.
We have soccer tonight. YAY!!!! my dreams of becoming a soccer mom are coming true, minus the whole mini van thing. All I need now is a concave belly to go with it, right? Our first soccer game is at the end of the month. I am so excited. You can't even imagine. I'm not sure why I am so excited. I'm not a sports fan. Really.... I'm not. I like to go to sporting events for the "social aspect" of it all. I can never just get into a football game. I like Major League Baseball only for the fabulous pretzels and hot dogs you get at concessions and I love that they will bring you a beer or two and you never have to leave your seat. Justin wants to play sports. He wants to play every sport there is on this earth. He is really good at alot of them. But when I was trying to explain soccer to him, he just got out there, started kicking the ball and making goals. I was so impressed. I am guessing that is why I am so excited. I don't have to teach him how to do it.
This morning I went to Northwood Elementary School (Justin's school) to a PTA coffee. You are looking at the newest member of the TEXAS PTA! I can't wait. I have always wanted to be on the PTA. My dreams are coming true. I also signed up to be a mentor and I was leaving the library and was asked if I wanted to volunteer in there. I am thinking to myself... YES!! My dream. I have secretly wanted to be a librarian. GO UNICORNS.
Ugh, this is enough for today. I have to close my eyes. I must. My right eye has begun twitching. I just got over the left one twitching. If one single thing will end me up in a mental institution, it is eye twitching.
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
You want a WHAT?
For those of you that know me, you will know the following blog will NEVER happen in my current lifetime.
Yesterday at precisely 11:25 a.m. Central Time, my second born child, Jaymeson got off the bus and the first thing out of his mouth wasn't "Mommy, I missed you", nor did I get the standard "Hello". What I got put me in shock for the remainder of the afternoon. He gets off the bus and says "Mommy, I want a baby brother. Lets go buy one". REALLY????? My response was my standard "What did you learn in school today, lover?" His response was simply that he wants a little brother. We walked back to the "Hamsterball" (our name of the apartment we are currently living in) and I made him lunch. He then showed me all of his school work. He drew 6 pictures for his new little brother. He proceeded to tell a few neighbors, strangers and the girls at the Renting Office that he was getting a new little brother. I, of course, picked up the pieces behind him and explained that "No, we aren't getting a little brother". So the day progressed, we went back to the bus and at approximately 3:05 p.m. Central time, Justin got off the bus. The first thing Jaymeson says to Justin is "Brother, Justin, we are going to get a little brother today at the store". Justin (in his little lisp from the front tooth that is hanging by a thread) says "Oh Man, I thought we were going to get Hedgehogs". Hedgehogs.... I can handle hedgehogs. Little babies? Ya, been there, did that. Moving on to the next popular thing. Don't get me wrong. I love babies. I loved my babies. Would I have a do over? Ummmmm, no. I had these two little "Children of the Corn on the Cob" about 15 months apart. They were both in diapers and drinking bottles at the same time for quite some time together. Nights were long, as they both never slept a whole night, nor did they wake up at the same time together every night either. It was staggered. I was a haggard mess. I am sad they are growing up because one day the wont need me like they do right now. But seriously, put a little baby in my arms and I turn onto a little freak. I actually don't hold little babies anymore. I held one about 2 years ago at his little birth (my nephew Brayden) but that was it. As he got older he didn't want ANYONE but his mom and dad to hold him. Brayden and I finally did a little bonding session this last summer, but he is the last baby. (Well, until the nieces and nephews start having babies)
So the day goes on. I feed my children snacks. Start getting dinner out of the freezer to have done by 6:00 for the boys. They ask me if they can play the "weapon game" and I tell them they can play it until someone gets "fake" stabbed in the heart. This takes about 3.5 seconds and we put in the movie G-Force. If you have never watched this movie... You should. Yes, it is about some gerbils or hamsters (aren't they the same thing) that try to save the world from some evil guy that is trying to exterminate all rodents on earth... I think. I can't get over the AWESOME soundtrack. Usually by the end of the movie, Justin is on the floor working on his "Head Spin" and Jaymeson is dancing like a typically white guy... (his dad taught him the moves, I am sure of it). But today, TODAY while watching it, Justin was crying at the end. When I say crying, once again he was sobbing like a little baby. Tears, snot... everything. Jaymeson was quiet and then I realized he was sleeping, upright, in his recliner. He is such a man. I asked Justin what was up. His response: "All I want is a hedgehog. I promise I will take care of it, I promise it can sleep with me. Please mom... PLEASE can I have a hedgehog? I miss the Chickens". (The chickens are ANOTHER story) Jaymeson wakes up during this and both are on me about Hedgehogs. Being the COOL, AWESOME mom I am, I logged on to the computer and promptly started looking up hedgehog breeders. I was shocked. They are so cute. There are so many of them. THEY ARE SO EXPENSIVE! Who would have thought that a hedgehog could cost $240.00. Not only that but I would have to fly to Mississippi to get said hedgehogs... Yes, plural, because I have to get two. I was thinking they would cost $40.00. You know.. like the cost of a bunny. How mistaken was I? I am sure this weekend will be spent going to pet stores looking for the perfect hedgehog. Quite honestly, I can't wait. I think it will be fun, and I think having a hedgehog or two will be so much fun for the boys.
Wish me luck in the quest for finding the perfect hedgehog. Jaymeson really wants to name his "Donut". I am sure Justin will want to name his "Justin". I don't care what they name their pets, as long as I don't have to explain to them quite yet where babies do actually come from. I know when that time comes, they will both be mortified like I was and it will be then, that I start the expensive therapy they are going to need.
Yesterday at precisely 11:25 a.m. Central Time, my second born child, Jaymeson got off the bus and the first thing out of his mouth wasn't "Mommy, I missed you", nor did I get the standard "Hello". What I got put me in shock for the remainder of the afternoon. He gets off the bus and says "Mommy, I want a baby brother. Lets go buy one". REALLY????? My response was my standard "What did you learn in school today, lover?" His response was simply that he wants a little brother. We walked back to the "Hamsterball" (our name of the apartment we are currently living in) and I made him lunch. He then showed me all of his school work. He drew 6 pictures for his new little brother. He proceeded to tell a few neighbors, strangers and the girls at the Renting Office that he was getting a new little brother. I, of course, picked up the pieces behind him and explained that "No, we aren't getting a little brother". So the day progressed, we went back to the bus and at approximately 3:05 p.m. Central time, Justin got off the bus. The first thing Jaymeson says to Justin is "Brother, Justin, we are going to get a little brother today at the store". Justin (in his little lisp from the front tooth that is hanging by a thread) says "Oh Man, I thought we were going to get Hedgehogs". Hedgehogs.... I can handle hedgehogs. Little babies? Ya, been there, did that. Moving on to the next popular thing. Don't get me wrong. I love babies. I loved my babies. Would I have a do over? Ummmmm, no. I had these two little "Children of the Corn on the Cob" about 15 months apart. They were both in diapers and drinking bottles at the same time for quite some time together. Nights were long, as they both never slept a whole night, nor did they wake up at the same time together every night either. It was staggered. I was a haggard mess. I am sad they are growing up because one day the wont need me like they do right now. But seriously, put a little baby in my arms and I turn onto a little freak. I actually don't hold little babies anymore. I held one about 2 years ago at his little birth (my nephew Brayden) but that was it. As he got older he didn't want ANYONE but his mom and dad to hold him. Brayden and I finally did a little bonding session this last summer, but he is the last baby. (Well, until the nieces and nephews start having babies)
So the day goes on. I feed my children snacks. Start getting dinner out of the freezer to have done by 6:00 for the boys. They ask me if they can play the "weapon game" and I tell them they can play it until someone gets "fake" stabbed in the heart. This takes about 3.5 seconds and we put in the movie G-Force. If you have never watched this movie... You should. Yes, it is about some gerbils or hamsters (aren't they the same thing) that try to save the world from some evil guy that is trying to exterminate all rodents on earth... I think. I can't get over the AWESOME soundtrack. Usually by the end of the movie, Justin is on the floor working on his "Head Spin" and Jaymeson is dancing like a typically white guy... (his dad taught him the moves, I am sure of it). But today, TODAY while watching it, Justin was crying at the end. When I say crying, once again he was sobbing like a little baby. Tears, snot... everything. Jaymeson was quiet and then I realized he was sleeping, upright, in his recliner. He is such a man. I asked Justin what was up. His response: "All I want is a hedgehog. I promise I will take care of it, I promise it can sleep with me. Please mom... PLEASE can I have a hedgehog? I miss the Chickens". (The chickens are ANOTHER story) Jaymeson wakes up during this and both are on me about Hedgehogs. Being the COOL, AWESOME mom I am, I logged on to the computer and promptly started looking up hedgehog breeders. I was shocked. They are so cute. There are so many of them. THEY ARE SO EXPENSIVE! Who would have thought that a hedgehog could cost $240.00. Not only that but I would have to fly to Mississippi to get said hedgehogs... Yes, plural, because I have to get two. I was thinking they would cost $40.00. You know.. like the cost of a bunny. How mistaken was I? I am sure this weekend will be spent going to pet stores looking for the perfect hedgehog. Quite honestly, I can't wait. I think it will be fun, and I think having a hedgehog or two will be so much fun for the boys.
Wish me luck in the quest for finding the perfect hedgehog. Jaymeson really wants to name his "Donut". I am sure Justin will want to name his "Justin". I don't care what they name their pets, as long as I don't have to explain to them quite yet where babies do actually come from. I know when that time comes, they will both be mortified like I was and it will be then, that I start the expensive therapy they are going to need.
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Cops, Robbers and Cockroaches?
Woke up this morning as usual. 3:15 am, Jaymeson comes into my bedroom to say he is scared. There is a monster under his bed that made his feet cold. I love the imagination on that child. It is always something. 5:00 am comes pretty early when you have to get your 4 year old back to bed and the only way to do it is to succumb to his demands of "tickle my arm"... in his 4 year old Boston Accent. (We are not from Boston).
Justin's lunch escaped my mind this morning. I was focusing on other things. Him having to have "hot lunch" at school would have deemed another breakdown. Soooo, lunch was made with 3 minutes to get them to the bus. I am SOOOO awesome.
We are counting down the days till his birthday. Last night was his official breakdown on this new "adventure". He was crying so hard, my shirt was soaking from tears and snot. Poor child. He said he misses his cousins.... and that you cant have a birthday without cousins. His response was "I guess I will stay 5 another year". I has to explain to him that would be a great idea because I could be 25 for another year (yes, I lied to my children and told them I was only 25). So it is off to Sea World for a 6th birthday. I will never win best birthday mom again in my life, as last year on Jaymeson's birthday we went to Disneyland. I didn't think that one through. Oh well. Everyone has a less than stellar moment as a mom.
Soooo, this morning at the bus stop, after the kids left, a police officer showed up at the "Villas". Villas sounds so.... "Italian". He went thru the gate of our gated community and i never saw him again. In the meantime you could hear sirens also. I was thinking I was living in my own episode of Bad Boys.... when all of a sudden a cockroach jumped out of the bushes at my feet. Of course, I did the usual "Jackie Chan" move and I am sure I looked like an idiot when the sirens arrived at the Villas. Seriously. The first cockroach I saw was rather cute, just scurrying along trying to make his way in this big world, but I have learned that they like to hang in the bushes and rocks before the sun is actually up (which is when I take the kids to the bus). They wouldn't freak me out so bad if they just minded their own business. While I am walking in the early morning hours, you would think I am in a National Park, full of bears. I make a lot of noise thinking that will scare off the cockroaches. Next thing you know, I will be carrying around a cock roach bell. Oh Lord. I wonder if I could sell those here. I wonder if cockroaches do respond to noise? Hmmm, looks like some research is in my future.
While I was on the way back from the "Italian" fitness center here at the Villas, my hot sort of neighbor was sitting on that was stolen. I am not sure what he was talking about ( a car, a motorcycle) but I didn't stop because I had just done 6 miles on a "zone fitness program". I got to my house as soon as could but now I want to know what was stolen. I want to know if I actually live in the hood. We may have to change the name of our Villas to "The Hood at Oakwell Park".
Well, I am off to find my emotionally unstable 5 year old his birthday presents. I have to find a Star Wars comforter and sheets, a Battleship Lego set and a Star Wars movie he has been wanting. Oh ya, and I must find all the makings to put together a "Lego Cake". Wish me luck readers. This is a big city.
Justin's lunch escaped my mind this morning. I was focusing on other things. Him having to have "hot lunch" at school would have deemed another breakdown. Soooo, lunch was made with 3 minutes to get them to the bus. I am SOOOO awesome.
We are counting down the days till his birthday. Last night was his official breakdown on this new "adventure". He was crying so hard, my shirt was soaking from tears and snot. Poor child. He said he misses his cousins.... and that you cant have a birthday without cousins. His response was "I guess I will stay 5 another year". I has to explain to him that would be a great idea because I could be 25 for another year (yes, I lied to my children and told them I was only 25). So it is off to Sea World for a 6th birthday. I will never win best birthday mom again in my life, as last year on Jaymeson's birthday we went to Disneyland. I didn't think that one through. Oh well. Everyone has a less than stellar moment as a mom.
Soooo, this morning at the bus stop, after the kids left, a police officer showed up at the "Villas". Villas sounds so.... "Italian". He went thru the gate of our gated community and i never saw him again. In the meantime you could hear sirens also. I was thinking I was living in my own episode of Bad Boys.... when all of a sudden a cockroach jumped out of the bushes at my feet. Of course, I did the usual "Jackie Chan" move and I am sure I looked like an idiot when the sirens arrived at the Villas. Seriously. The first cockroach I saw was rather cute, just scurrying along trying to make his way in this big world, but I have learned that they like to hang in the bushes and rocks before the sun is actually up (which is when I take the kids to the bus). They wouldn't freak me out so bad if they just minded their own business. While I am walking in the early morning hours, you would think I am in a National Park, full of bears. I make a lot of noise thinking that will scare off the cockroaches. Next thing you know, I will be carrying around a cock roach bell. Oh Lord. I wonder if I could sell those here. I wonder if cockroaches do respond to noise? Hmmm, looks like some research is in my future.
While I was on the way back from the "Italian" fitness center here at the Villas, my hot sort of neighbor was sitting on that was stolen. I am not sure what he was talking about ( a car, a motorcycle) but I didn't stop because I had just done 6 miles on a "zone fitness program". I got to my house as soon as could but now I want to know what was stolen. I want to know if I actually live in the hood. We may have to change the name of our Villas to "The Hood at Oakwell Park".
Well, I am off to find my emotionally unstable 5 year old his birthday presents. I have to find a Star Wars comforter and sheets, a Battleship Lego set and a Star Wars movie he has been wanting. Oh ya, and I must find all the makings to put together a "Lego Cake". Wish me luck readers. This is a big city.
Monday, September 17, 2012
Ahhh, so this is how this works! Today. A new day. Monday, September 17, 2012. What am I doing? I am going to attempt a blog.
What shall I write about? What should I say? When I can normally speak to a crowded room of people, why can't I find something to talk about on here?
I guess I will start with who I am. My name is Cheri. I have been called Scary, Shelly, Sharon, Cherry... but my name is Cheri. I have 3 sisters, no brothers and a mom and a dad who are all still living. My family one day turned huge. We are Catholic and as it goes, Catholics love to pro-create. So my family, has grown to one of epic proportions. There are the 6 of us and we "acquired" 16 more. My dad calls my sisters and I "the Bitches". I am sure from an outsider looking in, that seems so awful... but it isn't. It is in fact true. We are really close. We do most everything together...(well, we did until my little move to Texas). We have the same circle of friends, some we have known for our entire life and other have entered in our adult lives, but they are all our true friends and we share and a few have been adopted into the "Bitches Sisterhood".
I am married. The way I do things is a little different then most people. I go backwards. So, I got married, stayed married, bought a dog, got a cat and then had children. My husband, who is usually very non-confrontational decided in his mid-life crisis, that he needed to go to school. Yep. Except he does it BIG and backwards also. He went to college when he was supposed to. After high school. He worked and went to college. Then he decided to join the Army. Then he decided to get out. Then he decided to go back. All was well until one day he decided to fulfill his dream of becoming a Physicians Assistant. Not is a regular school, not with regular students, but through the Army. Which brings us to our current place, Texas.
Everything is bigger in Texas, except our apartment. You could say we downsized. The place we currently reside is quite possibly the size of a hamster ball. We live here. The 4 of us. 6 of us if you want to include the dog and the cat. Did I mention the dog is a Jack Russell Terrier? So, we live here. The boys started school this year, Matt is in school this year and I am going to school this year. My school will only take the better half of a month. I am going to get my certification in Laser Skin Care. I figure since I will turning 40 in a year and 6 days that I should get some kind of education to save my skin and my soul.
I hope to write a fascinating book some day. It is my hopes that this blog can help me get what I want to write on paper. It is also my hope that some one is inspired by my thoughts the way I have been inspired by a few chosen people. I won't blog about negative things, as I believe the more negativity you put in your life and dwell on it, the less positive one's outlook turns. I think this is going to be fun.
What shall I write about? What should I say? When I can normally speak to a crowded room of people, why can't I find something to talk about on here?
I guess I will start with who I am. My name is Cheri. I have been called Scary, Shelly, Sharon, Cherry... but my name is Cheri. I have 3 sisters, no brothers and a mom and a dad who are all still living. My family one day turned huge. We are Catholic and as it goes, Catholics love to pro-create. So my family, has grown to one of epic proportions. There are the 6 of us and we "acquired" 16 more. My dad calls my sisters and I "the Bitches". I am sure from an outsider looking in, that seems so awful... but it isn't. It is in fact true. We are really close. We do most everything together...(well, we did until my little move to Texas). We have the same circle of friends, some we have known for our entire life and other have entered in our adult lives, but they are all our true friends and we share and a few have been adopted into the "Bitches Sisterhood".
I am married. The way I do things is a little different then most people. I go backwards. So, I got married, stayed married, bought a dog, got a cat and then had children. My husband, who is usually very non-confrontational decided in his mid-life crisis, that he needed to go to school. Yep. Except he does it BIG and backwards also. He went to college when he was supposed to. After high school. He worked and went to college. Then he decided to join the Army. Then he decided to get out. Then he decided to go back. All was well until one day he decided to fulfill his dream of becoming a Physicians Assistant. Not is a regular school, not with regular students, but through the Army. Which brings us to our current place, Texas.
Everything is bigger in Texas, except our apartment. You could say we downsized. The place we currently reside is quite possibly the size of a hamster ball. We live here. The 4 of us. 6 of us if you want to include the dog and the cat. Did I mention the dog is a Jack Russell Terrier? So, we live here. The boys started school this year, Matt is in school this year and I am going to school this year. My school will only take the better half of a month. I am going to get my certification in Laser Skin Care. I figure since I will turning 40 in a year and 6 days that I should get some kind of education to save my skin and my soul.
I hope to write a fascinating book some day. It is my hopes that this blog can help me get what I want to write on paper. It is also my hope that some one is inspired by my thoughts the way I have been inspired by a few chosen people. I won't blog about negative things, as I believe the more negativity you put in your life and dwell on it, the less positive one's outlook turns. I think this is going to be fun.
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