My Margarita Ate My Homework

The amount of work that is required to receive a degree in college is beyond ridiculous. There is a legitimate reason why they use the term "full time" student. If a student wants to be successful at completing a degree in a descent amount of time they will take at minimum four classes a semester. It is scientifically proven that in order to achieve an above average grade in said classes one needs to spend 2 hours per credit hour extra each week studying. Where is the life in that!?!? It is sucked away. This tiny little letters that are put together to form words, then onto form sentences, paragraphs and chapters, compiled into a textbook, are my arch nemesis.

I had this lengthy blog all written up detailing my day yesterday. I spent the day away from my family, away from my house, and away from my school work. Rather than bore you with all of the detail...I will sum it up very quickly!!!

Pre-Baby Shower Lunch @ Los Cabos

Baby Shower for Greyson and Elisha!!!

Black & White Z class w/Inola Peeps

After Party @ El Tequilla

Here I am...4:30 in the a.m. about to start attempting to complete my school assignments. At midnight tonight, when I'm STILL trying to complete them before the deadline...I will send and email to my professor explaining exactly how my Margarita ate my homework. Shoe in for compassion...right?

Positively Positive

Goodness me! There have been a lot of attempts to thwart my positively positive attitude lately. There have been SERIOUS family issues, aching muscles, disruptive sleeping patterns, and the list goes on. I sent a text message to my girls yesterday about my latest IHOP experience. I'll touch briefly on it since I promised I would share my experience.

If you are interested in trying some chicken and waffles (doesn't sound appetizing to me), I suggest that you avoid the recently opened IHOP in Catoosa. You know the panhandlers that you see at the off-ramps of most of the local highways? I believe that the owners of the store employed one of them to run the store. He decided that it would be a neat trick to get some of the construction workers from the "dysfunction junction" project to play host and server. Now, not only will the project on the highway take even longer because the guys responsible for sweeping the dirt of the construction site are busy serving drinks and food up the road, but you can also enjoy the "I'm in no hurry and always on break" mentality while you are waiting on your vanilla latte and butter pecan pancakes. What a bonus! Right? Hopefully there will be a help wanted sign posted in the parking lot soon. I truly believe the place needs a new leader!

My QOTD group asked:  "What role do people play in your life? For how long do you think you could stand to be alone?"

I don't remember my exact response...but it entailed a nice comfy bed, yummy food, sandy beaches, and drinks with my sister. I would be able to recover from my extended period of sleep deprivation. I would regain my love of food. Nature can be very therapeutic and I could enjoy plenty of while laying out on the sandy beach. And I don't get enough time with my sister, so that too would be extremely therapeutic. 

I would be able to come back from my vacation revived. More enthusiastic about Zumba (yes, it is possible), school, and well...just life in general! I will take any donations that are offered in my attempt to remain positively positive!!! 

Simplicity of Life and some closure

Share with me for a moment...close your eyes. Raise your hands slowly from your waist, in a circle forming motion, above your head. Take a deep breath in and hold it. Then breath out and lower your arms in the reversed direction. Ahh...isn't that better? 

They say that it is important to meditate. Learn relaxation techniques. In my book, if that doesn't work...which it rarely does...get on the horn to yer best buds and let them talk you down off the ledge!!! I am fortunate to have some amazing friends. Each friend has a different place in my life. Everyone should know...all things Zumba...Jennifer and Alicia are my top notch. They fall into pretty much every other category as well. Once baby Greyson gets here...Jen, Alicia, and I are going to Zumbafy miss Elisha as well. 

Anytime something unbelievable comes my way I communicate in some electronic form or another with my three amigas. I know that they live very busy, important lives. They are out in their super heroin outfits saving the day one situation at a time. In between those times, they will check their electronic receiving devices. (One day I too will have one that is mobile!!!) I always receive a response. They lift me up. They make me laugh. They encourage me through the unbelievable things. 

They remind me that I am a great mom. That's right. I said it. I'll even shout it out for ya...I AM A GREAT MOM!!! They remind me that I am in complete control. I have the ability and capability to handle whatever sneaky lil situation that stinky ole devil has in store for me. 

My children are safe with me. They know true love. They know honor, consideration, compassion, and integrity. They don't always show those characteristics...but they are there. My children will stay safe with me. I will not let the devil into our lives. I will not let him win them over. 

My children...will stay safe...with me.

The Simplicity of Life

I have a lot to say. I promise. There are so many words and emotions pulsating through this body. Yet, I am rendered speechless. I know. I know! It IS possible. Mighty Mouth is speechless. 

In light of several of the most recent events...I'm ready to go Platinum and move to Maui. I don't think I know anyone in Maui. I could start a whole new life there. Yep, right after I post this...Imma check the Zumba website to see how many Z instructors are lurking around there. Maybe I could move there and become a huge Rock Star, live in a disgustingly huge house, and have money pouring out of my Z britches.

There is something that I don't understand. If the best way to be a "Leader" is to be a good example, then why are my followers...well...quite frankly...following someone else? I have kindness that most just could not fathom. I have consideration for others seeping from my pores. So where does the Narcissism stem from? Is it truly an ingrained trait? Does it's root lie in the DNA? 

So many things that were said tonight just make me shake my head in disbelief. I'm a very smart person. I take time with my decisions. I weigh everything out before speaking the words. It happens very quickly. The roadrunner in my brain thrives on the necessity to multitask in a split seconds notice. The rationality that was lain out before me tonight can barely hold the term "rationale". All I can feel is hurt, disappointed, sad, disappointed, cynical, disappointed, and speechless. Did I mention disappointed? 

Wish I could be like Wolverine's girlfriend in Origins. She can touch someone and they automatically respond and do what she THINKS! they should do. That would be a blessing of a gift I tell ya!

Hopefully sleep will come easy tonight. May the dreams be pleasant and long lasting. I can escape to Maui in my dreams. I am that Rock Star in my dreams. Thankfully, no one can take that from me.

A Letter for Logan

My dear son,

I love you! You are such an incredible little person. Last night, you amazed me, Daddy, and Grandma. You really love to climb up on the couch and turn the switch for the ceiling fan off. It is so cute! You discovered that you could sit on the couch and climb up on the arm. Then you had a blast sliding off of the arm onto your trampoline. We moved the trampoline and that is when you amazed us!!! You figured out, on your very own, how to climb UP the arm of the couch! You have such an amazing and strong little body!  You are smart beyond your time little man. 

You make me smile all the time. I've started teaching you to say "I love you". You grin so big every time you say "I". You haven't quite figured out how to say the rest of it, but I know you will. I'm sure that once you do, I will get tons of "I love you's" from you. I can hardly wait!

We went shopping this weekend. You make me so proud. You were so good the entire time! You just rolled with whatever I threw at you. My friends and grandma were very impressed with your behavior!

I know that you are FAR to busy to take the time to understand this. Mommy just needed to take a moment and sing your praises. I love you sugar pie!

Tons of sugars and hugs!!!!

Love, 

Mommy!!!

Facing your giant

After my last blog posting...I've been thinking...there are things that I don't like about being human. One of the MAJOR reasons would be: fear, sadness, and the necessity to make difficult decisions!

I've always had healthy teeth. They may not be very white. I smoked for twelve years. I have also always enjoyed coffee and tea. I've never been big on chewing gum...I usually chew my cheeks and lips more than my gum. I was 28 before I had my first filling. While I was pregnant with Logan my wisdom teeth began to deteriorate. I have one that has decayed and needs pulled now. I am fortunate, according to my dentist, that I don't experience much pain with my teeth. To be honest...I rarely have any pain with my teeth. The dentist that I see regularly has offered to pull one of my wisdom teeth, but says that all four of them need to be pulled. 

{Whispering with full anxiety}This. scares. me.

I know it is irrational. I know that I shouldn't be scared of having the oral surgery done. I have birthed three children! The last child was an induction, however, I didn't use any pain meds...only pitocin. So why am I SO afraid to get my teeth pulled? 

I've seen so many cases on television of people having serious pain when their teeth were involved. Have you ever seen "Cast Away"? I don't know that I could ever be so desperate to knock my own tooth out with an ice skate. I just simply cannot fathom it.

What I need...what will make me get it done...is to have someone show me that I won't experience that type of pain before I have the procedure done. I think that maybe that will ease my anxiety. I'm not only concerned with the pain that may ensue...I'm also concerned about the recovery. I can't seem to imagine what will happen to the remaining hole once I eat food. I have no idea, whatsoever, about how the body heals from something being ripped from it like that. 

Maybe one day I will slow down and concentrate enough to do some research and find out for myself how the entire process works. I am most positive that I can Google it or youtube it. I probably won't like what I find, but I'm sure the information is out there.

Why do humans have to experience fear?

List Your Self

I have never considered myself a creative person. I'm not original at all! I simply watch a lot of people and things. Then I reapply them to my life, and make it my own, creative, original piece of work. Here is one such situation:

List all the things you love about being human:

1. I love being able to listen to and enjoy music!
2. The knowledge that we have a Creator. And all of the things that He has done for us.
3. Family togetherness. Not many other species have the togetherness aspect of it all.
4. Understanding. I love that we can understand things. Could you imagine what life would be like if we couldn't?!?!
5. Love. All of the aspects that go with it. Even the frustrations, because without the frustrations, you don't know true love.
6. Making love. I have a fantastic quote from a book I'm reading. I'm not going to take the time to get the book and quote it directly so I will sum it up...if we didn't have a Creator, if we are all genetic mutations of apes, why do we have such ecstasy in love making? How is that a scientific situation? I mean, animals have sex to reproduce. They don't do it for the sheer joy of it all! That, my friend, is a blessing for us from God. He wants us to do it, so he made it enjoyable!
7. Diversity. We all have the ability to have things that set us aside from the rest of the herd.
8. Creativity...even I don't really possess it. Thank you to all of the creative people out there for making my life SO enjoyable!

I know that most lists don't contain just eight items. There are probably plenty of people out there that think that I am crazy for posting such a random number...welcome to my life! That's all I have to say about that!