RSS Feed

Monthly Archives: July 2010

Just Normal

Posted on

A while back during training for work some coworker and I got an inside look at our boss from her former roommate. Her roommate shared with us several of her “OCD” tendencies. Some of these included:

  • Grabbing the third can back off the grocery store shelf but never the first can
  • Not going outside barefooted
  • Not mixing clothing brands in an outfit (Nike shorts with Adidas socks)
  • Walking through her whole house immediately when she gets home to make sure nothing is out of place
  • Not eating any vegetables
  • Changing her bed sheets every day
  • Have meticulously organized kitchen cabinets
  • Not swimming

These are just a few of the things she shared with us in the hour or so long conversation we had about it. When it was all said and done my boss came to the conclusion that she really isn’t “OCD” and that everyone has their own tendencies and quirks just like she has hers.

Ever since this conversation I have been thinking about what my weird tendencies are. After thinking long and hard I was not able to come up with anything at all. So I asked my wonderful husband what kind of things I do that might seem weird or unusual to someone else.

Picture of my wonderful husband!

He was quick to list off the following things:

  • I pick at my nails all the time (lately I have a strange addiction to painting my nails with clear nail polish, waiting for it to dry and then immediately pealing it off)
  • I chew ice
  • I have crazy dreams every night
  • I eat peanut butter on my pancakes and French toast
  • I talk to Boy and Olivia
  • I answer my own questions

Call me crazy but I think all of these things are perfectly normal. I have come to the conclusion that I am not odd, bizarre, weird or out of the ordinary but I am just normal!

Advertisements

B-O-L-O-G-N-A

Posted on

I think I might invest in a dream meaning book. Although I don’t really believe in all that jazz, it would be interesting to see what the “experts” think my odd dreams mean.  Just for fun I did a little research on one of the dreams I had last night. I don’t even know where to begin explaining what the dream was about so instead here is a list of the things that were in my dream.

  • A cat with a gun
  • Curtains that refused to stay over Skyla’s window
  • An old couple sitting on a porch swing
  • A man with a gun
  • Me looking for a gun
  • A door that wouldn’t stay closed
  • Skyla and Carlos (they were both asleep somewhere in our house but I couldn’t find either of them)
  • A hidden room

This is what I found out in my research.

  • To dream about a cat represents adversity, deceit and poor fortune. In the case of my dream I don’t think this is true because the cat was giving me a gun to protect myself from the man with a gun.
  • To dream about a gun represents hostility, wrath and possible hazards.
  • The presence of something/one old in your dream implies an aspect of your life that you want to change.
  • A dream with a door that is open represents your desire to be available to others more.
  • A dream about a hidden or secret room implies growing emotional maturity.

The conclusion I reached after doing this little bit of research is that what the “experts” say about dream meanings is a bunch of BOLOGNA! (I never understood why bologna isn’t spelled bollonie.)

P.S. 1,000 ways to die is a very disturbing show but I kinda like it!

Ompa Loompaness

Posted on

Boy and Olivia continue to be an excellent source of comedic relief for me. Tonight while we were eating dinner Skyla said, “Mom Olivia pooped in the water.” To which I responded, “She did? Ewe that’s so gross!” Skyla, being the little mommy she is, then said, “Yes Mom and she knows better than that!”

I just want to say that I don’t understand how people actually enjoy being pregnant. I just don’t get it! I absolutely HATE being pregnant. There are a few things that I enjoy about being pregnant (eating, baby shopping and feeling the baby move) but there is a long list of things that I really really don’t like.

  • Being tired, sleepy, groggy, lazy feeling, exhausted, weary, beat, worn out ect.
  • Having heartburn on at least a weekly basis
  • Getting huge
  • Having crazy dreams (actually I kind of like this but I’m sure my husband gets tired of hearing about them)
  • Trying to find cute affordable clothes to fit my ompa loompa body
  • Going to the doctor a lot
  • Dealing with the lab at Darnell
  • Having cravings (this can be good but is really not fun when you crave things that you don’t have readily available and with my cravings it has a ton to do with the whole getting huge thing)
  • Headaches
  • Backaches
  • Feet aches
  • Throwing up
  • Gagging over lots of things including brushing my teeth
  • Hormones (I actually cried when I was forced to call in to work because I didn’t have a sitter. I am sure my boss thought I was crazy. My husband probably hates the hormones more than I do.)
  • Constantly answering the same questions over and over again
  • Being hot all the time
  • Getting advice about pregnancy from people who have never been pregnant-especially if I don’t ask for their opinion
  • Hearing the following from TOTAL strangers:
    • You are huge! Are you sure there is only one?
    • When are you due?
    • Are you going to breastfeed?
    • What are you having?
    • Do you have a name picked out?
    • Is this your first?
    • Don’t you know what causes that?
    • Was this planned?
    • Do you plan to have a natural birth?

Ok I think I am done complaining for now. I am going to go add to my roundness by enjoying one of my frequent cravings-chips, salsa and cream cheese!

Daddy is wearing lady panties!

Posted on

I hate it when I go to the store for one thing and get home with everything but whatever I went to get. That happened to me the other day but it wasn’t as much of a bad thing as normal. We went to the mall to try and find some tent like pants for my growing belly. Long story short-we ended up at Pet Smart and came home with two fish and no tent like pants. It wasn’t a bad thing though because the fish have already paid for themselves in the entertainment they have provided me. Skyla picked out a whitish pink fish and named her Olivia. Carlos picked out a blue fish and named him Boy. We have a split tank for Boy and Olivia. One side is decorated in blue the other in pink.

The morning after we got the fish Skyla was sitting on the stool talking to Olivia and Boy and says to me, “Mom the fishes are scared of me!” I look up to discover Skyla has her whole hand in the tiny little tank. While trying to hold in my laughter I had to explain that Boy and Olivia do not like to be held or touched by little Skyla hands. 

Last night while Skyla was getting ready for bed she came to me and in a very concerned motherly voice said, “Mom, Boy and Olivia will NOT go to sleep. They are going to get a spanking!” After that every few minutes Skyla would peek over the back of the love seat and see if they were asleep yet. 

Today Skyla took her first turn at feeding Boy and Olivia. They ended up with a whole handful of food each! I guess a “little tiny bit” to an adult and a three year old are not the same thing at all! Here are a few photos of Skyla with Olivia and Boy.

 

On a totally different note-my kids love bananas!

 

And on another totally different note Skyla just said to me, “Mom, Daddy is wearing lady panties!”

Forks in my Front Yard!

Posted on

So maybe this whole germ-a-phoebe thing is rubbing off on me after all. I spent the morning cleaning my kitchen. I originally was just doing the dishes but when it was all said and done I did a lot more than just dishes. I washed the top, front and sides of the fridge, the cabinets, the baseboards and the walls with Lysol disinfectant. I also ran the self cleaner on the oven. So now my kitchen is cleaned to germ-a-phoebe standards.

While I was cleaning I was thinking about something. In the short time that I have worked in dispatch for the police department I have learned two things.

  1. People call the police for some very ridiculous things.
  2. People do some very ridiculous things to get the police called on them.

Here are a few examples of the off the wall things that people call the police department for:

  • Family dollar will not refund me the $1.07 for the crayons I bought my daughter that broke the first time she used them.
  • I am not receiving all of my mail since I moved.
  • I am at Applebee’s and there is a roach in my food.
  • Animal control is not answering the phone. (believe it or not I’ve gotten this call more than 5 times)
  • Is it legal for a female to walk around topless?  (funny thing is that it actually is legal for a female to walk down the street topless in Texas)
  • Someone left the windows of their car down and it’s about to start raining.
  • I woke up this morning and there were plastic forks all over my front lawn.

Here are a few examples of the stupid things that people do in order for someone to call the police on them:

  • Trying to rob the same bank two days in a row
  • Walking around naked in the neighbor’s backyard
  • Fighting with their baby mama/daddy
  • Pulling a knife on their little brother because he refused to drink milk
  • Driving their mom’s car thru the garage after an argument about a girlfriend
  • Leaving their kids/pets in the car while they go into the store when it’s 100 plus degrees outside

This is why I love my job. I have only been in dispatch for a month and this is just a small list of all the funny things I get to deal with. There is hardly ever a dull moment!

On a totally different note-we saw a SMECKLE—it’s a BOY! The name we have picked out is Orlando Souve Maldonado.

germ-a-phoebes

Posted on

So I have tried this whole blogging thing once before and I failed miserably at it! By “failed miserably” I mean that I did one posting and never touched it again. I think one of the reasons I failed is simply because my life is extremely boring! I thought a blog had to be about something specific i.e. weight loss, running, family, cooking ect. The other night while enjoying my perfectly boring life, I stumbled across a blog written by one of my old high school friends. She is an amazing writer and her blog was incredible to say the least! It was not about any specific thing but about a whole bunch of random boring things that she managed to make incredibly entertaining! So I thought huh even though my life is boring, there are a lot of random things in it that I find entertaining. And so “My Perfectly Boring Life” was born and hopefully it won’t die within its first week of life.

So I work with a few people who are extreme clean freaks and germ-a-phoebes. They sanitize everything in the work area before they touch it. If anyone else touches it they again sanitize it before they use it. It doesn’t bother me. In fact I am a tad bit jealous. I wish I could be more like them-not that I am a dirty person or anything I am just defiantly not a neat freak. I bet their houses are spotless. I bet they never have days where they just say “I am tired of picking up after my kids so I am just going to let it be a mess for right now.” In fact one of them changes their bed sheets every single day and another cleans her bathrooms every day. I am lucky if I do either of those things twice a month!  So the whole reason I bring this up is because this whole neat freak germ-a –phoebe thing has made it into my dreams at night. A few nights ago I had a dream that one of these clean freaks was at my house. They were cleaning my walls with bleach and telling me how disgusting my house was. They even told me that they could not believe that people actually live like this. When I woke up in the morning the first thing I did was go to my kitchen and look around to see if it really was filthy—which it wasn’t!  I am still trying to figure out what this dream could mean and the best guess I have is that I need to be more of a germ-a-phoebe but for now I am perfectly happy with being a just the way I am—a perfect balance between a slob and a neat freak germ-a-phoebe.