| What American accent do you have?
Your Result: The West
Your accent is the lowest common denominator of American speech. Unless you’re a SoCal surfer, no one thinks you have an accent. And really, you may not even be from the West at all, you could easily be from Florida or one of those big Southern cities like Dallas or Atlanta. |
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| Boston |
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| The Inland North |
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| Philadelphia |
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March 29, 2007
I still have issues…. March 29, 2007
Today was going fine till lunch. I tried to make a grand elaborate meal(hamburgers and tator tots can be grand and elaborate when you mainly eat PB&J and Mac n Cheese)but no one was letting me cook. C was crying crying crying, and Ax and S were totally hyper and needy and wouldn’t leave me alone, so it all started in the struggle to actually get the lunch made. Finally after about 45 mintues I got lunch on the table and ready for everyone. All the little people proceeded to hate my grand elaborate meal and refuse to eat it. I couldn’t handle it. I freaked out that I had just had to fight them off for 45 mintues. (Literally fight them off!) so that I could make this meal, and suddenly no one wanted to eat it. I couldn’t take it.
The whole afternoon went downhill from there and ended in me telling them in not so many words that tonight wasn’t working and we were going to get an early start on tomorrow by going to bed early(1 whole hour early) with none of the normal bedtime routine happenings. I told them both that today was bad and tomorrow was going to be a better day.
What is so unfair about today is that everyone was fine. I was the one having the meltdown, so why did everyone decide they needed to follow me and have thier own little meltdowns. It’s not quite fair that when I’m having a bad day everyone decides they are going to have bad days too. I don’t like how affected they are by me. It only makes it worse.
Tomorrow will be a better day.
Confession of the day: March 28, 2007
I have issues.
NO, really, I have issues.
Every day that passes I find myself becoming more and more OCD. I hate money. Metal. Keys. Yuck. More than Yuck-I can’t handle the grossness I feel, the smell that won’t wash off my hands. ‘A’ consistently questions my reasoning here and never even comes close to understanding there is NO REASONING at all. All metal is repulsive. disgusting. I was willing to pay the $60.00 for a copy of my last cars key so the key could have that plastic topper on it(alas, they couldn’t make me one).
I have an obbession with organizing. planning. over-thinking. Everything has to have a plan. a purpose. a known outcome. I have trouble being spontaneous anymore. (which is frustating to everyone, including me) I just spent the last 2 hours. 2 HOURS! picking out 8 pictures to print out for frames in my house. This might seem like a large task, but it shouldn’t have taken that long. The goal was to get some pics of my new boys(and some updated of S) up on the walls, so it wasn’t like I was digging through years of pictures to find these 8 pictures. There was probably a max of 80 I was looking through. Obsessing over.
Once I decided that S’s diapers were no good and I wanted to try and find a different, a better brand to use. Now if I was a normal person I would probably just go to the store and pick out another brand and use them to see if I thought they were better(I’m guessing. I’m not actually sure what normal people do…) I, on the other hand, am borderline OCD, so to try and find a new brand of diapers that I like was quite an ordeal. I went to the store and obsessed over the different brands. Finally decided there was NO WAY I could make such an intricate decision soley on the cartoon sponser on each diaper. So I bought a smallish pack of many different brands and proceeded to preform an experiment on my poor 6 months old. I had a notebook and I kept track of each and every diaper we changed. Did it leak? Was the leakage pee or poo? Did it not leak? Was the diaper holding pee or poo? At the end of my lengthy experiment I compared the diaper brands based on the information I had collected and TA DA! I found a great diaper. (We won’t talk about how 2 different brands actually tied and I ended up choosing the winner based on it’s cartoon branding) The point here is, I actually don’t understand how one could NOT need to obsess over decisions like this. How can you just walk into a store and choose something off the shelf without looking at every single option. I’m actually amazed by those kind of people. It’s just to foreign to me.
summary: I’m crazy. Someone help me.
March 26, 2007
S snuck into our bed one night recently. (the first time in his life he has slept in our bed) I got up and took a shower and when I came back into the room, S and A were sleeping EXACTLY the same way. I didn’t want to wake anyone up so I didn’t use the flash(which means the pics are dark and blurry…) but maybe you can see what I saw. (this is the best I can get it in editing)
At the international sportsman’s expo March 26, 2007
They had a ‘river’ to fish in. The whole time we stood there waiting for our turn no one was catching a fish. A and I were talking about how those poor fish were probably just scared and probably very full. Well, it’s Ax and S’s turn, they get poles and put them in the water. I bend down to grab the camera-nice photo op, right? By the time I stood up Ax had already caught a fish, one of the biggest ones in the river! He was loving it, and of course, S wanted his turn and didn’t understand why he didn’t get a fish too. Ax won a fishing pole. He was proud as could be.
March 26, 2007
Lace came over awhile back and took a bunch of pics of the boys. I’m finally getting around to posting them. Thanks Lace!
(note to self-do S’s hair more often. Hate the tail on the top of head when not done.)
Isn’t he just such a cutie!?!
I am fascinated by his itty bitty teeth…
Loving the new bunk bed
This one is definetly one of my favorites of C.
Hanging out with Dad-for some reason I really like this blurry one.
Lace was practicing having a blurry background. Nice job on the fish Lace!
How can you resist him!
Is Stryker a giant? he looks soooo tall.
I’m pretty sure Ax took this one. Pretty good job for a 5 year old if I say so…
March 22, 2007
On a group I’m on someone asked for a little background on a bunch of us that are adopting, etc. I’ve been feeling a little weird about my intentions in going through foster-care lately, so it was really good for me to write this and realize that what I had been feeling lately was not actually what happened. (Could I be any more vague?)
As long as I can remember, I’ve always feared/known that I would have a hard time having babies. We tried for 6 months and got pregnant with S(6 months felt like forever then…) He is 3 now and we have been trying since he was 6 months old(so that would be almost 3 years now) Last summer we started talking about our other options and exploring what we needed to do to ‘have’ more children (have children, like we want to start a collection. lol) and right around that time I was blessed to look outside of myself and within a couple weeks and met and talked to 3 different people involved in foster care. I quickly became convinced this was the way we needed to be going and we got started with the process. A few minor hold-ups happened, and we finally got our license in Dec of 2006 and We’ve had our boys in our home since the beginning of this month. I try soooo hard to NOT think about adopting them, but I know that if they ever leave our home they both will be taking a piece of my heart with them.
