Be Thankful!

This year we are so thankful to have a happy, healthy, handsome baby boy who brings us so much joy each day!


We will be spending the day with my parents and my mother's family. Have a wonderful day!

I'm Giving Myself a Pat on the Back

This shirt is my worst enemy. My husband has had it since at least our senior year of college (03-04). Everytime he wears it, I cringe. It's awful and embarassing. And look how worn out it is. It's even got paint splattets. Ugh. And it's definitely not something a father should wear.

So a few weeks ago, I hatched a plan. (cue evil laugh.) I was going to dispose of the shirt. But I had to be very sneaky. If I just threw it away, I knew my husband would have a fit.

Last Sunday, I put it in the wash. I washed and dryed it. And then I put it on the top shelf above the machines.



My husband asked for it twice, and I just told him it was in the laundry room/garage. He never went and actually looked for it so it stayed up on that top shelf.

Last Friday, I took it from the top and "accidentally" dropped it in a dark corner beside the machine. The hubby never asked for it.



It really is a dark corner. The flash just brightened it up. It was in the dark corner until yesterday.

Yesterday as I was doing another load of laundry, I picked it up and put it in my laundry trash. And when I say I put it in the trash, I mean I rolled it up as small as possible, and put it at the very bottom of the trash.



(Yes, that's my laundry trash bag. Yes, it's a wedding gift bag. When I got married 17 months ago, we were blessed with many many presents. So now I use the old wedding gift bags as laundry room trash bags. I'm going green.)


So, now it sits there. Trash day is tomorrow. J usually collects all the trash in the mornings. Cross your fingers that he doesn't start looking for it between now and then. And cross your fingers that he doesn't go peeking through the trash.

I'm giving myself a big pat on the back for getting this far. In 24 hours, that shirt should be history.

Not Me Monday

For some reason the above picture isn't linking back to MckMama's site, so here's the link. Sorry about that.


Let's see....

I did not call in sick to work on Thursday because I didn't trust J to take Goob to the doctor's office and report back to me EVERYTHING that was said. I am not a weirdo who likes my husband to repeat verbatim entire conversations that I've missed. I did not consider going to work and making him video tape his conversation.

I did not go to Goob's day care on Thursday and throw a minor hissy fit. I did not demand/request that I not have to pay for day care next week since they failed to notify all parents when a child was diagnosed with RSV and then give it to my son. I then did not feel bad after I left for being so crazy. My husband and I did not do a small happy dance for saving $105.

I did not dread going to work on Friday because we had a stupid school carnival. I did not complain the whole time. Me complain? Never. I did not eat a bag of too salty popcorn. I did not bolt out the door as soon as we had cleaned up. I did not forget to say goodbye to anyone.

I did not slip and slide on a muddy patch on the way to my car. And I most certainly did not cuss as I was falling. And I did not drive home covered in mud. And my husband did not take one look at me and laugh when I got home.

Weekly Pics: Weeks 27-29

Week 29: November 18th


Week 28: November 11th


Week 27: November 4th

My Fire-breathing Dinosaur

As part of his treatment plan, Goob has to have a nebulizer treatment every 4 to 6 hours. The first few treatments were awful. He cried, he screamed, he was so sad. But he's gotten used to it. Now, he wears his dinosaur mask like a big boy. He even has learned to ROAR at us (we spent many treatments teaching him).


Here's our dino:




He's doing much better. The wheezing and coughing are almost gone. He'll only start coughing just before his treatment.

He's still got a runny nose and a little diarrhea. But doc said that's great since that's what's getting all the mucus and such out of his body.


And look he's still his crazy self.

It's RSV.

We just left the ped. It's official. He's got RSV. We are on our way to the pharmacy to get a nebulizer. That's really the only treatment for him. Doc said that nebulizer will help as he fights off the virus. It's just a waiting game now.

RSV

I just called the day care to see how Goob was doing because his teacher called me earlier and said that he wasn't eating well. He'll eat just a few ounces instead of the usual 5 or 6. So I was calling to see how he's doing and if he's eaten any better.

Well, I'm talking to the teacher and she said that he's still not eating well. He ate some and then fell asleep. But he's not fussy and he doesn't have a fever. He's just not eating. Strange.

As we're talking she just casually mentions that another of the kids got diagnosed with RSV last week. So now I'm kind of panicked. I've looked at the list of symptoms and he's experienced some of them. So I put a call into the peds office to see what they say.

And I'm kind of pissed that they haven't mentioned this sooner to me. If she got diagnosed last week, shouldn't they have let all the parents know????

My Car

This morning as I was leaving for work, I had a realization. It came to me when I was snapping Goob's (empty) car seat into the base. (Empty, because his dad to him to daycare.)

My realization is that I am a mom and I drive a mom's car.

When I was in high school, I drove a teenager's car. The car was ancient. The windows didn't work. And the AC was iffy. But it was glorious! My own set of wheels. I had my dance team clothes in piles in the back. I had no less than 2 pairs of pom-poms. I had tons of magazines, CDs, several empty cups. And I'll admit a ton of trash from eating fast food. I also had at least 2 or 3 other girls who I was carpooling with.

When I was in college, I drove a college student's car. It was a new car, a hs grad gift from my parents. It was silver and it could go FAST! (Believe me, I got at least 4 speeding tickets during my sophomore year) In the car, I had sorority binders and folders. A KDX jacket. I had huge textbooks that weighed more than small children. I had paper and pencils. I had my student ID with Aggie bucks! I had football tickets. I had my boyfriend who relied on me to take his booty everywhere since he was carless. I had my two roommates who decided they liked my car better than theirs.

When I graduated and became a teacher, I had a teacher's car. I had retired my Fast Silver Car and inherited my mom's impala. It was okay. It was bigger and more roomy. I now had papers to grade littering the back seat. I had red pens and stickers in the cup holders. I had a new expensive purse in the seat next to me since I was now making good money and had no one to support. I had take out food in the backseat since there was no way on earth I was ever cooking.

Now I am a mom and I have a mom's car. It's a crossover with a lot of room. It's new and has all the safety features a new mom could ever need. I have a car seat in the back seat. In the very back, I have 2 strollers, one an umbrella stroller, one a full-size stroller. I have a pack of old size two diapers that we never used. I have wipes. I have a stocked and ready to go diaper bag just in case. I have a pacifier in the cup holders. I have a sippy cup in the back seat and several toys. I have 2 Winnie the Pooh towels. I have a 6 CD changer. At least 3 of the CDs currently in rotation are nursery rhymes that I can sing at the top of my lungs to calm a crying baby.

I drive a mom's car. And I love it.

A Huge Thank You!

Thank you a million times over to Christa for the new amazing header! Isn't it fabulous?

Have You Ever?

Stolen from Maria's blog

1. Started your own blog
2. Slept under the stars
3. Played in a band
4. Visited Hawaii
5. Watched a meteor shower
6. Given more than you can afford to charity
9. Held a praying mantis
10. Sang a solo
11. Bungee jumped
12. Visited Paris
13. Watched a lightning storm at sea
14. Taught yourself an art from scratch
15. Adopted a child
16. Had food poisoning
17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty
18. Grown your own vegetables
19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France
20. Slept on an overnight train
21. Had a pillow fight
22. Hitch hiked
23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill
24. Built a snow fort
25. Held a lamb
26. Gone skinny dipping
27. Run a Marathon
28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice
29. Seen a total eclipse
30. Watched a sunrise or sunset
31. Hit a home run
32. Been on a cruise
33. Seen Niagara Falls in person
34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors
35. Seen an Amish community
36. Taught yourself a new language
37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied
38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person
39. Gone rock climbing
40. Seen Michelangelo’s David
41. Sung karaoke
42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt
43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant
44. Visited Africa
45. Walked on a beach by moonlight
46. Been transported in an ambulance
47. Had your portrait painted
48. Gone deep sea fishing
49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person
50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris
51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling
52. Kissed in the rain
53. Played in the mud
54. Gone to a drive-in theater
55. Been in a movie
56. Visited the Great Wall of China
57. Started a business
58. Taken a martial arts class
59. Visited Russia
60. Served at a soup kitchen
61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies
62. Gone whale watching
63. Gotten flowers for no reason
64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma
65. Gone sky diving
66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp
67. Bounced a check
68. Flown in a helicopter
69. Saved a favorite childhood toy
70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial
71. Eaten Caviar
72. Pieced a quilt
73. Stood in Times Square
74. Toured the Everglades
75. Been fired from a job
76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London
77. Broken a bone
78. Been on a speeding motorcycle
79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person
80. Published a book
81. Visited the Vatican
82. Bought a brand new car
83. Walked in Jerusalem
84. Had your picture in the newspaper
85. Read the entire Bible
86. Visited the White House
87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating
88. Had chickenpox
89. Saved someone’s life
90. Sat on a jury
91. Met someone famous
92. Joined a book club
93. Lost a loved one
94. Had a baby
95. Seen the Alamo in person
96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake
97. Been involved in a law suit
98. Owned a cell phone
99. Been stung by a bee

On the way to the dr.

I picked up Goob about half an hour ago. His teacher said that he was a little fussy today and that he keeps pulling on his ear. I noticed the ear pulling yesterday. I'm almost positive he has an ear infection. Plus, he's had a cough for a few weeks. Some days it gets better, others it gets worse. I want to get him looked at so we have an appointment in 20 minutes at the doc down the street.

But I'm pissed. J and I had a fight on the way home. Not a fight fight, but an arguement. Well, I yelled at him and hung up on him and he got pissed and is now ignoring my calls. That was okay before I picked up Goob, it's not okay now that I have a sick baby.

Answer the damn phonE!

We'll see

So J and I did some talking.

I think we're going to start trying for #2 next August. The only condition is that we need Jose to get some sort of pay raise between now and then. He's due for one so that shouldn't be a problem.

Goob will be 16 months old when we start trying and 2 years old when new baby is hopefully born.

I hope it all works out. We'll see. Only time will tell.

I'm not Super-Teacher...Thank goodness.

So this is my 5th year of teacher. For the past 4 years, I've been busting my booty trying to do everything.

One of my many projects was taking over my school's UIL program. It's a competition between schools in different academic events. I've been the coordinator for 3 years. I had to pick out coaches, recruit students, arrange for transportation and meals, manage the students and collaborate with other schools. It's a pain in the butt. And the only perk is the paycheck. It's an extra $900.

I even did this last year. Our big meet last year was in February. I was 7 months pregnant and miserable, but I got through it. (You should've seen my legs after that. I was so swollen.)

Anyway, this year I am already stressed about it. Last night I went to bed thinking of everything I had to do. I even got up extra early to get to school early to get some things done. I had to leave my baby and husband in bed to go. Well, on my way to work I decided that it's not worth it. Yes, $900 would be great, but it's not necessary. I'd rather not have to stress myself out about it. I got to work and asked my great friend, Ada, to take it on and she said yes.

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, I felt this huge weight lifted off my shoulders. Ahhh.

I'm not going to feel guilty about it. I have a 6 month old. I have a husband. I have my students to worry about. I'll focus on them, not extracurriculars.

Not Me Monday!

I did not make my husband wake up and drive me to work on Friday morning just so he'd have to pick me up and bring my son. I did not want to show off my beautiful baby.

I did not purposely drive badly on the way to the inlaws so J would insist that I not be allowed to drive.

I did not hand off my baby every chance I got this weekend so I could have a break.

I did not use the baby as an excuse to go to bed super early.

I did not call in sick for work on Friday so we could take an extra long vacation.

I did not insist that we go to the zoo and then complain that it was too hot. It was.

I did not watch The Happening right before bed and freak out and have nightmares.

I did not tell J the wrong directions to the portrait studio and we weren't 20 minutes late.

You know you are living in 2008 when...

You know you are living in 2008 when...

1. You accidentally enter your PIN on the microwave.

2. You haven't played solitaire with real cards in years.

3. You have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach your family of three.

4. You e-mail the person who works at the desk next to you.

5. Your reason for not staying in touch with friends and family is that they don't have e-mail addresses.

6. You pull up in your own driveway and use your cell phone to see if anyone is home to help you carry in the groceries.

7. Every commercial on television has a web site at the bottom of the screen.

8. Leaving the house without your cell phone, which you didn't even have the first 20 or 30 (or 60) years of your life, is now a cause for panic and you turn around to go and get it.

10. You get up in the morning and go on line before getting your coffee.

11. You start tilting your head sideways to smile. : )

12. You're reading this and nodding and laughing.

13. Even worse, you know exactly to whom you are going to forward this message.

14. You are too busy to notice there was no #9 on this list.

15. You actually scrolled back up to check that there wasn't a #9 on this list.

Wow.

A historic day.


It's certainly not the outcome I would have liked, but even I can't deny that it's history in the making.



(It just hurts a little.)

Success!

The Segura family has cast our votes! And now we wait!

Voting, Part 1

This morning Goob and I left the house at 7 drove a quarter mile to our polling place. As I pulled in, I saw a line of about 50 people already. I needed to be on my way to work at 7:30 to not be late. So we got in line, Goob was just content to people watch. The line moved slowly. At around 7:20, Goob decided he was tired of standing in line and spit up all over my shirt. Seriously. So we left. I was able to salvage my shirt with baby wipes and a jacket. I dropped Goob off at 7:30 and made it to work just in time.

We'll try again when J gets home. We decided we'll walk to our polling place. It'll be fun.

Wish us luck.

I just want to go to sleep and wake up on Wednesday.

I just want to skip Election Day. I don't want to be bombarded with McCain and Obama talk. I'm just so sick of it. This is crazy coming from me cause I have a degree in political science, but I'm just done. At this point, I don't even care who wins...nevermind, I still care.

Goob and I are going to get an early start tomorrow. I want to be at my polling place at 7 am tomorrow when they open so I don't have to wait in line.

Then I'm going to home from work and I'm not even going to turn it on to live tv. I'm just gonna watch DVR shows. I'll wait and find out who wins Wednesday morning.

Not Me Monday

I did not only buy one bag of candy so I wouldn't have to answer the door all night.

I did not get lost on a walk with Goob on Saturday morning. And I did not call my husband to try to figure out how to get home.

I did not go and spend $30 on a gift for a party on Saturday night and then not go to party.

I did not drag my husband shopping and out to dinner on Saturday night. I did not have a wonderful drink at Joe's Crab Shack and leave my hubby to take care of the boy.

I did not wake up early on Sunday morning to go shopping at Target. It was pure bliss, no one was there.

I did not make my husband go on a walk last night and I did not make up take the long way.

I did not get McDonald's for breakfast this morning.

I did not make my husband pick up Goob from day care early since he was getting off work early.

I did not come home from work and make my husband help me clean.