Hell-O homestudy

Whoa, shit I wasn’t really ready for this to happen now.  My house is a disaster, my kids have been über cranky, which means ill-tempered mom, and I have holes in my walls that need patching.

And my homestudy is being pushed up and is scheduled for December 2nd.  Yes, that’s next week.  A mere 6 days away.

Shit, I don’t even have time to blog much about this because my house is a wreck.

I need coffee.

Mouth work

You dirty minded devil you.

I have okay teeth.  They aren’t horribly crooked, there’s no serious gaps.  In fact my front teeth look rather straight.  I’ve had a bit of jaw trouble for years, nothing seriously drastic, I’ve never broken it.  But it just aches occasionally.

A few years back I got my first passport photo as an adult.  I was absolutely horrified by it really.  Not only did I look more like a bad guy because you can’t smile, but my face, my face is so crooked in the lower half I look like that creepy gold-paint huffing convict minus the dead eyes and gold macramé design.

Seriously people, this is similar to how crooked my jaw is, and if I don’t smile or face the camera straight, it’s highly noticable.

Finally I decided I should do something about it.  The weird thing is my teeth line up, but it pulls my jaw back and left.

See? Except his goes to the right, mine is to the left.

I’ve lined up my jaw to comfort, and my mouth feels better, but my teeth are horribly misaligned inside.

Cod, I can’t believe I’ve just posted goober pictures of me on the internet.

Anyway, I’ve called a friend’s ortho to find out what they can do for me.  We have pretty good coverage as our basic insurance, but it doesn’t cover orthodontia for adults at all, only kids.  We also have an added account-type benefit that pays for the extras not covered.  Our family in the last few years has only used a third of that benefit so I’ve decided before the kids are too old, I was going to dig into it to use for my own fixing.

I phoned them and because of my jaw issues, my main insurance may cover it partially.  That’d be such a bonus.  However, the procedure itself would probably be surgery to break my jaws (upper and/or lower).  Oh fun.

But I’d finally stop chomping my tongue because it’d fit better in my mouth, I’d finally have aligned teeth and by golly my passport photo won’t look so horrible! *snort*

Ahh, vanity wins out in the end.

My kids say I’m addicted

But my phone is just too pretty not to use!

It really is pretty, but this texting thing has been fun.  I get to make my dh’s pants vibrate from a distance, how cool is that?

I vowed I wouldn’t give in to the short-hand code shit.  I don’t type that much on here short-hand and figured it’d be just as easy to type out the word ‘you’ instead of ‘u’.

Dammit.

I’m even using the word ‘2nite’ instead of the long form.  I guess considering I gave into texting in the first place it shouldn’t have come as a surprise to this either.

I do not, however, regret whatsoever my choice not to have internet capabilities on my phone.  It would’ve raised my plan is it is, but that’d make me even more glued to the damn internet than I already am.  I don’t need to update my facebook status in public.  Then again, as an avid user of Status Shuffle, I tend to not put my own status’ anyway.

Notice I actually used the real terms?  Cod, I’m giving up all my shit now.  I kind of gave up on the idea of not advertising for free.  Well, not gave up per se, but I really don’t think people are going to be looking for or give two shits about articles on the crud I write about, so big deal if I use the real terms.

New Moon and karaoke, what a better way for my inner 13 y/o to get a break tonight.  I don’t go out on my own often, or if I do, it’s for some function I’m not really wanting to go to (or committee meetings).  This opportunity came up a few weeks ago to go to the movies and karaoke after, and since I love to sing, and don’t care if it’s done in public, I couldn’t pass it up!  My girls want to see New Moon, but I decided I’m going to do this one on my own.  If I had brought them, we wouldn’t have been able to go karaoke because it’s done in a bar.

Thank-you Stephenie Meyer for my entertainment tonight.  I’m very glad you are über rich now and I don’t mind at all contributing to your wealth if I get to have fun!

Hello hot milk!

Oh yes, I may seem like an old lady cheering for my hot milk, but when it’s 1 am and I can’t sleep, I adore the hotness all the way down to my tippy-toes.

I hate nights which is slightly insane since I’m a night owl, but nights, especially ones like these, tend to make me a little introspective.

I’ve been thinking a lot about my relationship with my spouse.  I haven’t written in public for a while about any deeper aspects because I finally learned that they really aren’t anybody’s business.  I kept those posts private, not passworded, with only the intent that they were there so I could just get those thoughts out of my head.  At first they were public, but realizing my mistake through a friend reading it I pulled them and made them private.  A good move really, and it’s not stuff I’d like to hide from my spouse, but I don’t know that he’d appreciate our dirty laundry being spewed forth from my brain for the entire world to peruse.

Today, I guess technically it’s this morning because I’m up so freakin’ late enjoying my hot milk, but today, today I’ve been up not because I’m not particularly tired, or not because I have a true bit of insomnia.  No, tonight I’m up because earlier today I had a great talk with my cousin, who sparked a lot of thought.  Normally this doesn’t happen because this cousin is very much an independent woman who doesn’t comfortably touch on sensitive subjects.  Since she’s had cancer and has basically been told her body will either fight it on its own or fail, she’s opening up a bit, knowing her family is all she’ll have left at the end, if the end happens (how’s that for being the shits, I don’t think they even know if her body will fight it because of the sheer strangeness of her body fighting off all bacteria – even those supposed to be on your skin, she has none).

She got me thinking about my relationship with my spouse.  For a long time now I’ve thought about how my dh and I live.  This happens moreso in the Fall than any other season, but other seasons are affected, just to a lesser extent.  My dh and I live as if he is a guest in this house.  He does little whatsoever in the running of the house (takes out the garbage when he remembers) and if he does help on the rare occasion, he timidly or hesitantly steps forward and asks what he should do, as if he is a guest rather than a member of the house.  I mean seriously.  On a day where I was gone visiting, he’d spend most of it working on his helicopter and then still have the gall to ask me what’s for dinner.

Parenting is actually a little sad.  The kids don’t see him at all as an authority figure, he has no say really, and I don’t believe our daughters look to him at all as a true Father-figure.

When this feeling first took over me, I always placed the blame on him.  I have no choice in what he does, I am not his keeper or his mother and therefore have no responsibility for making him do anything.  It is true, I’m not his keeper or his mother, but it was just up until this moment that I had forgotten that I am his wife.

Oh shit no, I didn’t forget we were married, but I did mess up my role.  I’m not here to act as his mom, no, but I am here to lovingly remind him of the things he is missing out of for fear of making a mistake. I’ve always compared him to his dad, who is very helpful around the house in a manner of speaking.  When he is told exactly what to do, he does it without complaint.

In all this time, I vowed I was not going to do that.  He lived for a few years on his own, knowing what needs to be done in a house to keep it running, hell he was a SAHD for a year, he knows.  But I finally figured it out.  He didn’t want to step on me in the process.  He’s the kind of guy that takes over things not being done ‘right’ and knowing I would not accept that well, he just didn’t do anything.

Or it could be that the hot milk is finally kicking in and I’m exhausted and imagining things.  Either way, my thoughts are on a roll.

Oh cod I broke down

I can’t believe I actually broke down, gave in.  I’m one of those people who sees people in bizarre places texting and I tend to laugh at their insanity of being tied to a machine.

Shit.

I’m texting.  I had to upgrade my phone plan anyway because it wasn’t working for me, but I decided to start texting too, so I got a pretty new phone to go with it.

It flips open to a neat little qwerty keyboard and it even matches my blog.

I can’t believe I did this. My plan doesn’t increase by much, only about $6, but the phone itself set me back a few bucks (discounted with contract, but definitely not free).

Oh.my.cod. I’m a teeny bopper at heart.  I was just thinking of what set me off to the texting thing was that my best friend and I are drifting slightly and I want to keep in touch better.  Then of course my mind wandered over to what we are doing together next: we are going next Monday to New Moon and then going out Karaoke’ing after.  Goodness I’m regressing.  The 34 y/o outside is rebelling and allowing the 13 y/o inside to shine.

I promise this is the last young thing I try to do … well, that is until Eclipse comes out.

Changes again

I’m sure regulars are used to me changing things up occasionally so of course today is no exception.  I get bored of colours fairly easily and that last theme bored me quicker than most have (Ocadia if you were wondering).  This one has a little punch and two columns rather than one is better for me.  I don’t like people having to scroll too much to see the stuff I’ve put up.

I’m distracted … I’ll post something else later.

We’re heading back

Tickets are booked, vacation is planned, ticker is up on the right of my blog, and dh is doing the passport thing tomorrow morning for three of us.

I’m just so friggin’ thrilled.  I was panicking a bit because Elijah just wasn’t cooperating with the whole passport picture thing.  Passports are vital, especially for travelling with a flock of kids.  But after my first attempt at getting a 2 y/o’s passport photo, I really had no high hopes at booking those flights any time soon.  Of course that first attempt sparked a very vivid, very spouty blog post in which I scared poor Rachel of Once Upon a Miracle into thinking I was bad mouthing her.

I really was thinking that the vacay wasn’t going to happen.  Another attempt to get said photo turned out almost as disastrous.  Tears and gnashing of teeth … okay, just mine … made me certain we weren’t going anywhere warm and beachy.

Then the little shit … *ahem* schnookums gets fed a butt-load of fries, a cookie and sits pretty, absolutely still, for his photo.  Third time’s a charm.  I can’t tell you what a relief it was.  I swear I almost started to cry right there in that photo place (I’m not admitting where I went since I actually supposedly stopped shopping there 2 months ago ).  I have no words to describe the let-down I felt in my heart that the most difficult part was over.

Sheesh, I say that and we still have to renew his passport.  I’m going to jinx it.

Travelling with an adopted child, we have a big more paperwork to carry this time around because we have to have his adoption order with us to prove he’s ours and that it’s okay for his name to change on his passport.  A bit of a hassle, but starting this procedure with 3 months left to go is a fantastic idea if I do say so myself.

The tickets are booked (thanks mom’s travel guy!), ideas are flowing and I can hear the surf in my mind already.  Mom’s place is a block off the ocean at San José Del Cabo at the tip of the Baja.  Awesome little place, and lucky for us we can snag the apartment/condo above theirs because it belongs to their neighbour.

We fly down on the 25th of February to meet his parents for a week.  Yes, I mean it, I’m going to vacation with his parents for a week.  It’ll be okay because we’ll have a place to ourselves and I can run away to the beach if I need time away, which will undoubtedly happen.

Then, they fly out on the 4th of March, which is the same day my parents fly in with my Gramma.  Getting confused yet? Ok.  My parents own the condo. His parents rent it for a month every year.  We are crashing their holiday in the condo above, and as they leave, my parents’ holiday starts, but they’re also bringing my 86 y/o Gramma with them.  It’ll be freakin’ fantastic.  And then dh will have his moments to run away when he needs it.  Capisce?

Our return flight is on the 11th and we bring Grams home with us so she’s always flying with someone.

Man, this is reading like a stinkin’ itinerary.

Dude, I get to beach it in just over 3 months with a butt-load of family, drinking excellent margaritas, find stunning Mexican crafts, watch amazing flying fish burst from the ocean in droves fleeing from some unseen foe beneath the waves.  I get to experience rip-tide – cautiously from a safe vantage – glittering beaches, dying coral – a bad, I know – thriving reefs and crazy Mexican roads.

It’s going to be a blast, I can’t wait!

A good decision done

*disclaimer* a picture below is of a dead animal, so if you don’t hunt and are wigged out by the visuals, don’t scroll down too far.

Disney is a big deal, not just for kids, but for everyone who gets to go.  We had hummed and hawed over whether we should go or not when we take our trip to Mexico, but it was decided for us.

We book our flights along side my mom and dad through their agent.  Mom gave him the information for the Mexico trip but didn’t know about our ideas for Disney, so he booked the trip already.  He found some great deals, shaved $500 off of our flights and booked us in.  So we’re not going to Disney.

It’s a little bit of a relief actually.  I know that sounds strange, but the idea of a 2 y/o, even my wonderful little calm boy, doesn’t fully appeal to me.  Naps, potty training – yes I believe he’ll take that long to fully get it – and just basically not getting to ride bigger rides would be such a bummer.  That and the fact that we would miss out on some things and never be able to ride any bigger rides together.  That’s part of the fun is seeing your daughter’s face as we tumble down something large and watery, or watching your husband scream like a little girl.

I haven’t had a moment’s peace to write this because we’ve been a bit busy this past weekend.  Then today dh bags his moose.  Holy crapola batman are those ginormous animals.  You don’t truly realize the magnitude of them until you see them up close or try and drag them out of dense brush.  It took us four hours to get that bad boy out.

We had the tenderloin for supper tonight and oh.my.cod moose is delish.  It’s a very mild wild meat, especially compared to deer of our mountains.

Dh is not truly a trophy hunter as he doesn’t just go for the big boys with large antlers.  He goes for what’s legal, ethical and available.  He got a bull moose that is probably only about 3 years old, so his palms were just starting to develop.  The other reason I know he’s not a trophy hunter is because he doesn’t do the pose. You know, especially other hunters out there, the pose that every testosterone filled guy does when he kills something – he holds the head up and grins like an idiot to the camera whilst puffing out his chest.  However, my dh doesn’t really do that unless harassed into it.  So this is what I got of him.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

See?! He wouldn’t sit still, we had a moose to get out of the bush.  4½ hours later and we finally got it out.

Exhausted, and now wondering if I’m going to be forced to share the yummy meat with my family.