Proof of Life

I am alive.

I was not killed by the kids or the cats.

Things have just been really crazy around here. School started, the kids are going to 'pre-school', Joey came home... the list just goes on and on and on.

School. It's going great, I am loving all of my classes. My sociology professor is... aw, hell I don't know what the hell to think about him. I think that he is a pervert. He can some how relate everything back to sex. I am starting to warm up to him, but I still do not like him.

I also have a geology lecture and the lab, and I managed to get the same professor for both classes. I absolutely love him. He is one of the few that actually gives you the time to write notes from the Power Points.

My math class is going to be easy, and my psychology professor is a really sweet old guy.

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Joey finally got in touch with the guy about the job, and he's going to call Joey back Monday or Tuesday and let him know something. The guy said that he's got a few hands that he's going to fire... so there might be an opening for Joey. Sorry for the other guy, but it's great news for us.

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Yeh. Don't forget... my birthday is Monday.

The most boring post EVER

I have started to post several times, but I really do not have anything to say.

I don't want to ramble on about my new classes, the pervert professor, the OCD professor, and the crazy math class. That would just be boring. I am not going to put you through that.

But I will complain about how tired I am. Last night was not a good one. BA would not go to bed last night, but she finally fell asleep around 10:30. Jonah cried on and off all through the night and then BA came and got in the bed with me around 4 AM. We all had to get up around 6 to get ready for them to go to school.

After I got back from dropping them off, I did crawl back into bed, but I am still tired.

On a completely different note... I am so going to the doctor to have this mole on my chest checked out. It is really starting to bother me. It itches and then I scratch it and then it hurts and... ugh. Make this madness stop. Please.

An itchy mole? Is that a sign of cancer or anything?

We are all the same...

Dad Gone Mad has done it again... another wonderful post... I cannot top that, so just go read it.

To all the Daddies

I think that I just read the best blog post ever. I have a soft spot for father-son-relationships,and father-daughter-relationships. Men with their children is the sweetest thing, I cannot wait until Joey gets a new job and is home more so the kids can have more father-child-moments.

Oh yeh, the post was over at Dad Gone Made. This is another good one too.

Another great dad is over at Cynical Dad.

School is starting for everyone!!

Things are getting very busy around here. The new semester starts Tuesday, if we don't freeze or get snow by then. Blythe Anne and Jonah started pre-school Thurday, and they both love it.

I am very excited about them going to school too. Jonah was really too young to go, they only have classes for two to four year olds, but they decided that it was ok to let him in. There's only four other kids in his class, and it's all boys. I think there's about 13 kids in BA's class.

When I dropped Jonah off Thursday morning, the first thing his teacher did was to pick him up. When I went to get him that afternoon, she was still holding him. I think that she held him the whole day. Then on Friday when I dropped him off she picked him up as soon as I sat him down. The boy is going to be spoiled. His teacher, Mrs. S, loves him to death. She believes that Jonah is the best baby ever, that he never cries (ha, come live at our house), and that he minds... the list goes on.

BA loved it too. When I picked her up Friday, she told me that she wanted to come back, and asked when she could. I was afraid that she would hate it, but it's the opposite.

I drop them off at 7:30, so we have to get up at 6. I used to put them in bed at nine, but bedtime is getting moved up. I think that 8:00 will work for BA's new bedtimes, but I think that little Jonah may need to start going to bed at 7:00.

Their pick up time and when I get home from school over laps a few days, so two days a week my mother-in-law will pick them up and once a week my cousin will pick them up.

I am now headed off to go get BA from her Maw Maw's house.

Yay. Let's Party.

Blythe Anne's party is today at 1:30. We are having it at Johnny's Pizza, which is a Louisiana pizza place. I personally do not like Johnny's, but everyone else loves it so we're having it there. I feel like I am forgetting something, but I do not know what...

She picked out Princesses for her theme, and I ordered her a Little Mermaid cake from Wal-Mart. For some reason they did not have a Princess cake with all of the Disney Princesses, so I had to go for the next best thing. She's been on a kick lately, she thinks that she's a mermaid. And she's been wanting the Little Mermaid movie, so I got it for her.

And here's the list of things that I got her: Happy Birthday Barbie, another Barbie that spins and her skirt lights up, ballerina DVD thing, some clothes, and a new costume. The new things lately have been Barbies and dressing up in costumes. My mom got her a Dora TV to go with her Dora DVD player. My mother-in-law got her something like this, and a CD player (they were out of the Dora CD players...)

I don't even know who all is going to come to the party today. We invited everyone, but you never know who will actually show up. Last year, every single person we invited showed up, and some even brought extra kids with them. We had fifty people in my mother-in-law's living room. We just looked at each other and agreed to never do that again.

Sometimes I hate birthday parties. I feel like I cannot just get her a few things and just have a small party because so-and-so got their kid 15 presents for his birthday, or so-and-so had a huge party with those bouncy things. I gave up when my cousin's daughter got a pony and pink saddle for her first birthday. I am not making this up. I didn't feel bad because Blythe Anne and Jonah have three miniature ponies, a donkey (or pon-a-mule as Blythe Anne calls him), two cats, a dog, and then out on the pond there are goats, ducks, and geese. The kids are not lacking in the animal department. All we need now are pigs and chickens and we'll be living on a farm.

Watching my baby grow...

My baby turned three this morning at 5 am. She is three, ya'll. It has actually been three years since I gave birth to her in that rinky dink hospital and they had to send her to a NICU at a larger hospital.

While pregnant with Blythe Anne, my water broke on December 23, 2003. I did not have her until two weeks later, and that was after the doctor made me stay in a hospital bed laying flat. She was not due until February 15 (OMG, how do I still remember that?), so Blythe Anne was born six weeks early. She only had to spend eight days in the NICU, but it was the hardest eight days for Joey and me. She came home and never had to go back to the hospital again, unlike her little brother, who was in and out of the hospital his first six months of life.

We have been so blessed to have this little angel in our lives... she changed our lives in ways that I never imagined possible.

TMX Rocks!

Why, would some one please tell me, why would a parent actually shake their baby? There was another local case on the news tonight. So far, this baby is still alive.

About a year ago, a friend of Joey's who was a rad-tech at a local hospital where a baby was brought in after his parents shook him. I believe it was nearly a week before the baby passed away... the "parents" were recently sentenced.

And in every single case, the "parents" say that they were stressed out and the baby would not stop crying. OMG. It's an infant, he cannot talk, crying is all that he can do. I mean, trust me, I know, listening to an infant cry for 12 straight hours can become nerve racking, but I will tell you what I always did and several of my friends also did when their children were babies... put them in the bed and walk outside for a few minutes and just breathe.

You cannot tell me that these people do not know about Shaken Baby Syndrome. Information about it is all over the new, TV, and at hospitals. What the hell are theses people thinking? The general public makes me sick.

I went to Monroe today to talk to the people in the financial aid office. They told me to appeal again, so I am going to go through that again. I have to make some type of payment by Wednesday... you can make checks payable to ULM. More information as it comes.

And today.. I bought the kids the TMX Elmo. OMG. I love it more than the kids do... I have videos of it, and I will have to post them, maybe I'll do that tomorrow.

My father-in-law went to the doctor today, and it's not looking to good as far as his health goes.

Please be nice to me, 2007

Maybe this will be a great year after all. It is looking like Joey may be getting a new job fairly soon. As in this may be his last trip on the boats. For those of you who do not know, Joey works on a tug boat, which has been hell on our marriage and our children. He works for thirty days at a time and only comes home for fifteen. It would be a great job for a single man or a man that does not like his family, but not for Joey. We have been waiting and waiting for a new job to come up and it looks like it finally has. It's with an land rig, most of the rigs are fairly close to our home, and he would be home every other week.

Every. Other. Week.

I do not know what I am going to do with him being home every other week. It's going to be so strange and take a lot of getting used to. But we are ready for the change. And another perk is that he will be making more money.

More. Money.

And you know how I love money. And shopping. My newest obsession: Sexy Little Things from Victoria's Secret.


The man that hates my kitties is going to come home...

Hello, 2007

It's a new year. Maybe this one will be better than the last. Just as long as my house does not flood again, it will be.

Tomorrow is going to be a busy day, because I have to drive an hour to Monroe to ULM to scream at them for a while. They have messed up my financial aid for the second time, but I don't think that they can fix it this time. I also have to go to Toys R Us and Target to look for supplies for BA's birthday party. That's right, I have to drive an hour to the nearest town that has a Target and Toys R Us. All that we have in this little hell hole is a Wal-Mart. It's one of those country towns that you hear about, where for fun the rednecks go to Wal-Mart to hang out and have fun. What? You don't believe me? Psh. I'll take pictures next time. And when it's not Wal-Mart, it's Sonic.

BA's little cousin's party is Saturday and BA's is Sunday. My FIL's birthday is the 13th, I start back to school on the 16th, Joey comes home the 21st, and my birthday is the 29th. A very busy month.