So, guess what?!

I just figured out that people can leave comments! Wahoo! Good for me! People really do read this! Weirdos. It's just me! Does that mean I have to put imprtant stuff on here. Great, that's gonna suck! Too bad! I'm just putting what I want on here anyway!

My kidlets

I have the best kids in the world. There are alot of contenders, but no one comes close. Sorry guys. I just can't lie, it's against my religion.

Rosie is very considerate of the people she loves. She's always willing to share anything with Jac. She may not cuddle on my schedule, but she cuddles all the time. Random kisses on the cheek are super common. Don't be fooled by all of this because she's her mother's daughter and very feisty as well. If you're doing something wrong she'll let you know. If you don't follow the rules she'll let me know. And, if you really piss her off she's willing to do the time in order to deck you. She's also royally stubborn. Thank goodness! All we have to do is get her a testimony... I hope. LOL! If only it were so easy.

Then there's Jac. He's already a man's man. 15 lbs and in 9 month clothes he's huge for his age and super duper strong! He lifts the back of his body all the way up in the air balancing on his breast bone. He rolled from his back to his belly when he was like a week old and held his head up from the beginning. He's sooo smiley! He's a generally happy boy who adores his big sister! He can't get enough of her. If I'm paying bills he needs a "bill" too. The same with books, blocks, and other things. He's pushing himself forward with his legs, but all he wants to do is walk. The fact that he can't really makes him mad. And he's a blabber mouth. He love to just sit and talk to anyone who will listen.

Today Rosie was in the tub using her telescope. Yesterday she mad a triangle out of some greeting card like things and was very proud of herself. Yeah that thought was random, but I'm bragging! I can do what I want.

School

School starts Oct 28th! I have about 2 years and 10 months left. I lost a ton of credits in the transfer of schools and change of major, but there's a light at the end of the tunnel. There's also no way I could go more than once a week. With five weeks per class, it's like summer school. I was always way better at summer school anyway. There's not enough time to get board or wanna ditch. This time there's nothing out of pocket. Phewww!

With "daycare" (otherwise known as watching my friends kids), weight watchers, dance classes (@ the gym), school, and church (which is going to become more regular) I'm busy busy. Yay! I LOVE being busy!

Fear not my family is not being neglected. I've been able to make one on one time for everyone daily! I really thrive when there's lots to do that doesn't involve cleaning. I don't sleep so much so homework will get done after everyone goes to bed. Jerm's usually in bed around 8. That gives me till like 12:30 to do homework and catch up on celebrity gossip.

I'm so excited and so is Jerm! Which caught me off guard. He was worried about nursing because of the schedual. Honestly, who can blame him. But, he's very very enthusiastic about education. It's really the right thing for us. It always feels good to his a home run with Heavenly Father as far as the whole revolation thing is concerned.

Random Ramblings

So, I pretty much figure Heavenly Father likes me and He's satisfied with the progress I've made and am making. Not only me, but my entire family. However, I have noticed going to church is getting harder for us, because interacting with people there is hard. We are PEOPLE PEOPLE. It's absolutely ridiculous that saying "Hi" makes us feel awkward! I don't even really know these people, and frankly I really don't care what they think. I just prefer not to put myself in an environment where I feel unwanted. Which means I care a little even if I don't actually feel it or understand.

Our ward is like Romeo and we Juliet. They're on the prosperous side of the spectrum. We're to the left of poor (really, really poor). They're mainly educated. We're mainly... not.They're stable. We're trying to get it together. All opposites. Makes for a fiery love story, but a horrible friendship.

The weird thing is; we genuinely like the people we've gotten to know and everyone we've talked to seems to agree with us. We all think everyone is pretending to not judge us. Weird huh?

Personally, I've never fit in at an LDS Church. But, it was okay with me in the singles ward because I really didn't care. Family ward is different. Maybe it was that time there was some problem in my Sunday school class and everyone knew except for me. Nobody felt like telling me til the shit hit the fan. Daddy (that's what we'll call him) apologized for yelling at me and I really appreciate it. But maybe I could have fixed it if someone (the parents, Primary President, or the Bishop, who all knew) had told me. I've been yelled at my whole life. The yelling really didn't bug me so much. Maybe it was the day at play group where Mommy Mormon kept her kid from playing with my little girl who got her feelings hurt so badly that day she cried about it later that evening. She was only a year and something and couldn't stop thinking about it. We don't go to play group anymore. And, maybe I'm the worst because I'm playing this stupid game instead of demanding the apologies my family deserves like I normally would. Besides if these people don't know they've done anything they deserve to. If they don't know they would then, and we could prevent it later.

I don't do it because people don't respond well to confrontation. Even kindly gentle confrontation. Nobody taught them how to handle pure honesty. They get defensive when you talk about how you feel and why. Really when you're offended by someone it's not so much about them. It's you and your coping strategy and doing everything within your power to forgive them. Even if it was you who was actually in the wrong. How do you know if social codes build a barrier your too chicken to break? Talking about the issue is how yo get your reality check.

This is sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo dumb! But, I don't feel like it's okay to talk about. Woe is me!

Breaking Dawn

As a responsible reader I'm putting up a spoiler alert so there.

ANYHOW... I loved it. Despite there being no bloodshed I loved it. I was entertained the the whole book. The only criticism I agreed with was that the "My brother, my son" line was to cheesy to put into words. Oh! And Alice, I missed Alice.

I adore these characters and I believe they do have depth and are complex. I was surprised to find people thinking otherwise. It's hard for me to explain myself because I honestly cannot see the other side. I'd be happy to participate in lighthearted banter with someone who disagrees. Maybe I'd understand better that way than reading their thoughts.

Bella loving Edward and vice versa has been a real question for people too. They must have never ever seen an action movie in their life. Vin Deisel looks like a monkey, but he's a sexy hero so we love him. Moving on... Have you never felt that pull toward another person? The books illustrated it well. After they acknowledged it and began sharing their secrets those ties became even stronger. Throw in some teenage angst and learning to trust another implicitly with a dash of noble life saving on both their parts. How could one not fall for the other?? And that's just the first book. By book three there should be no doubt why they're in love. Go read book one again.

Did I want blood? Yes, I desperately wanted someone to die. Aro maybe? Jane for sure! I'm not the biggest fan of Peter and Charlotte, Tanya bugs me. Personally I think the Cullen Family couldn't have lost they have too many advantages against the Volturi. But honestly, it was brilliant to have them conclude with out bloodshed. No one expected it. I wasn't disappointed.

I missed Alice. Besides my girl crush on her she (and Emmit) give the series more humor. There were times when it got pretty dark and Jacob was not helping lighten thing up this time.

Oh yeah! Team Jacob you lose suck it up! Be a man! With that said, how can anyone think that was dumb!?!? Of course they'd be drawn to one another! There was a piece of her waiting for him. And he was obviously hanging around for some reason why couldn't the part of her meant for him (otherwise known as the egg) be it? Especially in fiction.

That's another thing. "Rules of the universe she created". Huh? First of all fiction has no rules. Second of all I never heard her say a male vampire couldn't father a child in the books or out. Did you?? Nor did I hear her say that shape shifters couldn't imprint on any sort of creature. Maybe you would have learned this when she tried to prepare us using Quil and Claire... Duh!!! Hello! She was saying right there; declaring it for all to see: There are no rules!

Bella's newborn phase. I get it now after reading the Midnight Sun manuscript. Bella could resist because there's absolutely no bad in her. (Just like Carlisle) You don't get it from Bella's perspective because she's so self deprecating. There's no way she'd ever hurt a person. It has never been in her character. Everyone'd understand this better later when Midnight Sun was released, but since it won't be anymore go to Stephanie Meyers website and read up. it's only 260 something pages and you already know what happens so it'll be fast.

It's okay that there's a perfectly happy ending. It's okay that Bella got everything she ever wanted. Now that I know her better I think she deserved it. There's enough tragedy in reality that the book didn't need any.

PS If I think of more I'll add it.

Funny

I like to think that I'm funny. Now, I know the truth; that I am anything but funny. I just like to think it. I enjoy laughing at myself more than anyone else. Embarrassing or foot-in-mouth moments are hilarious to me! At least I have the decency to pretend to be mortified. After a half hour or so I'm dying to tell everyone to make them laugh with/at me. There's nothing quite like mirth.

For example; The missionaries were over for dinner one night. - They happened to be missionaries I wasn't so fond of. They lingered and hung out to much. Meanwhile I had stuff to do! What the heck!- Back to the story. I had to give Rosie a bath. While I did that, Jerm was taking them home.

We have no AC and it was sweltering in the bathroom, so I took off my shirt. I heard Jerm's car pull into the driveway and shouted for him to come help me finish bath and bed time. He didn't come, so I called him some more my frustration growing. I get her out of the tub and sat her down while I hunted for her father. I'm not quiet. I knew he heard me! How dare he ignore me!

I stomped into the hallway yelling his name with my girls covered only by my G's and my favorite (may it rest in peace) hot pink bra. I'd already began repositioning Jerm's butt hole when I noticed he wasn't alone. The Elders never left! So I said the only thing I knew how; "Holy shit! What the hell are you guys still doing here?!" Then I realized by LDS standards I was half naked! I couldn't make it to the bedroom fast enough!

That's not the worst part. Those little brats stole my thunder! They told my story to none other than Anita Hershberger! My story! MINE! Now I love Anita more than the next person, but that tells me a few things:
1. The missionaries have big mouths.
2. Everyone already knows.
3. The missionaries are color blind. They said my bra was red.

I realize she's two. But, why can't she ever say "OK Mommy"? Is there some switch in the brain that gets turned off around this age? And what's with the whining? Where did she learn that? Nursery is my guess? Who's kid made my kid whiny? I don't do whiny. Seriously, I go def when kids go whiny.

Nap time, Oh how I miss nap time. The most I can get out of her is to lay on the couch and watch a movie. Hopefully she'll fall asleep. Sometimes she does. I need my backyard cleaned out so I can send her out there to run around in circles to burn up some of her never ending stores of energy. Maybe then she'd nap more often.

Nap? Who said nap? I'll take some of that! Oh wait my whiny, uncontrollable daughter is still awake! Damn! Hold the phone! I have a daughter??? Aren't I too Young to have a kid? Weird.