Blog - Halloween Edition

Happy Halloween everybody (or all four of you :) Today's post will be rather creepy, and it scares me to even admit it enough to type it out. So yeah, my house is haunted. I'm convinced. David says I'm being crazy and blames everything on batteries dying...but ummmm, nope. So here we go. Here's the list of things that have been happening in my house since Julia was born. And yes, 4 out 5 of happened in her room.
1. The first instance: Julia's mobile turned on by itself. Twice.
2. One night at 2:00 am Julia woke up, wide awake, so I went in her room to rock her back to sleep. She kept staring in her closet which was kinda freaking me out, but then out of nowhere, she started waving at the closet.
3. Julia has a Fisher Price house, well actually it's just the door frame, that is very interactive. One night at 2:45 am I hear the noise that the door makes when it opens. It says "Creeeeeeek, Good Morning!". So yeah, I freaked. I screamed for David and he said, of course, "The batteries are dying. That makes things do funny things." Please note that to date, we have still not had to change the batteries in that house, and that was about 5 months ago. Then again that same night at 3:45 am, it did the exact same thing. "Creeeeeeek, Good morning!"
4. I heard a noise the other night while David was taking a shower. I thought that maybe it was him closing the shower curtin, but the next morning when we woke up that the blinds in our doors had been shut. They were open when we went to bed. The noice I heard was the blinds closing. Oh yeah, I totally just freaked myself out writing that. David told me that he closed them, but I know him well enough to know that he will lie to me to keep me from getting scared.
5. I was sitting in the rocking chair watching David and Julia playing on the floor. All of a sudden, I felt a breeze go across my face. I asked David if he felt anything and he said no. All of the windows were closed and the heat was not on.

Sooooo, that being said, anybody want to buy a beautiful house in Enoree, SC????? Like, now???

Not Me Monday

It's that time again! Time to tell the things I absolutely did not do last week. We all know, but Not Me Mondays started over at MckMama’s blog – My Charming Kids, and is a lot of fun. So here we go...

I did not have PMS so bad last week that I almost quit my job three times because my boss was being mean to me. I also did not cry everytime he told me to do something. Whew! Being off birth control certainly does not have any bad side effects on me!!!

I did not talk my husband into taking me to my favorite, expensive restaurant because I was having such a horrible week. We are saving for Christmas, so that would have been irresponsible.

I did not catch Julia drinking juice out of a cup that had been sitting on the table for an unmentionable number of days. YUCK!

I did not go to bed at 9:00 Saturday night, and then certainly did not take a two hour nap the next morning when Julia took hers!

I did not elbow my husband in the side for waking me up snoring the other night.

What did you not do?

The Nerve!!

You know, some people never cease to amaze me. Just when you think you've heard it all...here's one for ya! Apparently today is the day for idiots at drive thrus (see Amanda's post on lunch). So after the family and I grabbed a bite for supper, I decided I would pull thru the Chick-fil-a drive thru for a yummy cookies n creme milkshake. Those are rare since I usually have Julia and she throws small fits in the back if she doesn't have what I'm having. But tonight David had her in his Jeep, so I took advantage. When I pulled in, there were 4 cars in front of me. Not bad! However, after I placed my order and pulled up, the line STOPPED. I'm talking didn't move for 20 minutes. Seriously. We were all just turning our cars off and getting out and talking to each other. I felt like I was in a traffic jam on I-85. If any of you are familiar with the Chick-fil-a at Westgate, you'll know that there's a big curb on the outside so that you can't pull off after you've placed your order. So there we all sat. There were some horns blowing, shouting "did they have to go kill the chickens?" things of that nature. I just laughed. So after about 30 minutes, I see the manager come out and start talking to each of the cars that were "trapped" in line. When he finally gets to me, he says that a lady had ordered some chicken nuggets. Except she wanted her chicken nuggets extra crispy. So they had to cook them for her. They asked her to please pull up and park, but she refused. They asked her nicely several times and explained that all of the people behind her would like to get their food, but nope. She wouldn't budge. Can you believe that??? Manager said that they had called the cops to come tell her to move. So we sat there and waited for 35 minutes so that **BEEP** could have crispy chicken nuggets. Believe me, if I had known that, I would have been laying on the horn too. Right after he left my car, she got her **BEEP** nuggets and left. Everyone in line behind her got their food for free, and trust me, there were a lot of us behind her that were trapped there. I felt bad for Chick-fil-a, because it wasn't their fault but they still ended up having to pay for it.
What is wrong with people these days? She wouldn't have had to wait any longer if she had just pulled up and parked, but noooooooo. I would have felt awful if I had known that I was making all of those people wait that long.

But at least the shake was good.

Mom and Dad VS The Toenails

Mom and Dad - 0
Toenails - 1

Wow. Who know cutting toenails could be such a horrible, terrifying thing? For some reason, Julia has a complete meltdown when the toenail clippers come out. For about a year, I have been pretending we didn't have this problem and just let them break and fall off (I'm a horrible mother, but you just don't understand how bad it is). But last night, David and I decided that it was time to face the toenail wrath and just make her deal with it. WRONG. First we tried the sneak approach, but she's much too aware for that. The freaking out started immediately. She started crying and screaming at the top of her lungs (fortunately the neighbors are too far away to hear, or there might have been cops involved). Then we tried letting her clip her baby's toenails so she could see that it didn't hurt...nope, not interested. Finally, I held her down and Daddy attempted to cut the toenails. Apparently my two year is stronger than me and kept kicking out of my death grip. We tried the bribe approach, the threaten approach, the beg approach, everything we could think of. After about an hour of torture, both on us and Julia, we gave up. I think maybe one of her toenails actually got clipped.

So, does anybody have any suggestions????? PLEASE?????

Not Me Monday

It's that time again! Time to tell the things I absolutely did not do last week. We all know, but Not Me Mondays started over at MckMama’s blog – My Charming Kids, and is a lot of fun. So here we go...



I did not sleep until 3:00 Saturday while my daughter was at her aunt's. I did not tell my husband that if he woke me up for anything I would hurt him. It did not feel wonderful to act like a teenager again and sleep all day.



I did not sneak into my 10 year high school reunion after the people taking the money had gone home at 9:30. That would have been so wrong. None of my friends did that either. $120 is a very fair price for some wonderful food, so I was more than happy to pay it. (please note that I really didn't eat any of the food)


I did not dance at said reunion like I was back in high school. I have gained waaaaay too much weight to be dancing to "Baby Got Back", even though that would have been very appropriate.



I did not order sweet tea at the Lake Bowen Fish Camp last night. I have been drinking unsweet tea for years, and that would be tempting me to get off my "diet".



I did not spend hours yesterday looking at Cake Wrecks blog while my mother chased my child around the yard.

So, what did you not do?

Thank God for Sisters

I just need to say that my sister is the BEST. She has no children of her own, and likes to get the urge out of her system by borrowing mine. So Stacey picked up Julia yesterday so that we could go to the wonderful football game (see below) and said she would return her tonight at the parent's. While I certainly did miss Julia, I'm not going to lie - it was nice to do whatever. I'm sure this will be on my Not Me Monday blog, but I slept until 3:00 today! 3:00!!! It was wonderful! I woke up at 12, had a bowl of cereal and went back to bed. I'm sure I'll pay for it tonight, but it sure was wonderful. I felt like a teenager again! (if only I could find my teenager body again).
So, thank you Stacey for a wonderful night, and anytime you need to borrow her again, that will be fine. I do what I can to help other people out - you know, I'm sweet like that :)

Great Night for Football

Ahhh, there's nothing better than going to a high school football game in the rain. The busiest game of the season, no doubt. All of the umbrellas pouring a steady stream of freezing rain down your back...not being able to see...the band not playing...yup, nothing better. My 10 year reunion is this weekend and we were all going to the game tonight, the reunion tomorrow night and something in the park on Sunday. I decided that $120 was a bit much to pay for a supper, so thought we'd just go tonight to see everybody. Unfortunately, all I got to see of them was the back of their umbrellas. It was horrible! I just hope my Boiling Springs Bulldogs won! We left half way through the first quarter :) I'm a wuss.
Hope you're Friday nights were much more pleasant.

Update: we lost to Dorman 14 - 0 :(

My Twins

Since October is National Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awarness month, and this is the week that it happened to me, I thought I should go ahead and get this out of the way. It all started in August 2005 when David and I found out we were going to be first time parents. We were filled with joy! At my first ultrasound, the technician made notes of two heart beats. The doctor confirmed it. We were going to have twins. I was scared to death and super-duper excited all at the same time. The thought of having twins was absolutely wonderful and certainly grew on us. I found myself wanting to buy matching outfits before we even knew the sex. Thursday, October 10, I bought their first outfits. White, with Pooh on them. That Friday night, I started spotting. I called my doctor right away and he said that it could just be some lining bleeding and that it was normal. But to ease my mind, he said to come to Labor and Delivery the next morning and he would have an ultrasound done. I continued to spot, but it wasn't bad, and even quit before Saturday morning. David and I headed over to the hospital and met Dr. Giep there. I just had a feeling things were bad. And I was right. After having three different people come in and check, they confirmed that my babies had passed. I remember the look on the doctor's face when he told me. I remember exactly where my mom and David were standing in the room. Then, I remember nothing. I know everyone was hugging me and we were all crying, but I don't remember anything the doctor said after that. I was in shock. We went home and I could do nothing except lay in bed and cry. They scheduled my appointment to have the remains removed that next Friday. That whole week I kept thinking that maybe they were wrong. I made the doctor do another ultrasound before I would allow them to do the surgery. Unfortunately the result was still the same.

I'll never forget that room. When we were pregnant with Julia and on the hospital tour, that was the room they took us in to tell us where to go. I broke down and just had to stand there with my eyes shut. When we went in on the day Julia was born, that was the room I had to go in before I was admitted to my own room. Like I couldn't get away from it.

I read all of these blogs about moms who loose their babies after they are born and I can't even imagine. The pain I felt was and still is horrible, but I didn't get to hold them and look into their eyes. I don't know how they do it. I don't really talk about my loss anymore because I feel like people will think I'm silly. It was three years ago and they were only 9 weeks old. I know that isn't the case, that my feelings are valid, but I still think people feel that way about it. I wonder what sex they were. If they were identical. If they would look like Julia does now.

I saw this beautiful poem on Teacher Turned Mommy's blog, and hope that she doesn't mind that I borrowed it.

It's Potty Time!

Woohoo! Breaking news! About five minutes ago, Julia came up to me and said "Mommy, I wanna potty." My jaw dropped and I froze! Potty? What? Where did she learn that? I bought her a potty a while back, but she never really showed any interest in it. There were a few times when she'd sit on it, but I think it was just because she thought it was a seat. But tonight, there were no false alarms. I ran her in there, dropped her pants and took off her diaper, and sure enough, she pee-peed! I'm so excited! Apparently the lady that keeps her has been working with her about going to the potty. Needless to say, there was a lot of jumping up and down and hugs and kisses! Oh, and Lightening McQueen stickers. Lots of Lightening McQueen stickers.

Guess it's time to buy some Pull-ups???

Only Me...

In honor of my just doing a huge presentation with my zipper down, I figured I'd write a little bit about the horribly embarassing things I've done at work. Why don't we just go ahead and start with said presentation. Every other month, our Divisional Directors of Operations come to the corporate office and we go down and tell them about our department and what not. So today was that day...everything went great, I got through it without breaking into a sweat, only to get on the elevator to come upstairs and realize that my zipper was down the whole time. Wow. I'm really hoping nobody noticed. I'm sure I didn't get that lucky.

And then there was the time our representatives from Chase Bank were down from OH. We were sitting in a conference room all enjoying our breakfast and coffee over discussion. Somehow, my coffee decided it wanted to try to go into my lungs, which doesn't really work out. So you can only guess what happened next - that's right - I spewed coffee across the conference table. I had no time to turn away or anything...it just happened. All over their papers. After the initial breakout of "oh my gosh are you oks" the laughter started. I still get harrased about that one.

And how about when the same people from Chase were down and we went out to eat at the Marriot for supper. We were all discussing how long we had been in our current positions. Laura said she had been at the bank for 28 years, and I piped up and said (without thinking, obviously) "Wow, that's longer than I've been alive." Yes, I still get harrased about calling our rep. old too.

Sigh...there's more...but we'll save those for another day.

Wordless Wednesday

http://www.yearbookyourself.com/ TOO FUN

Gone Fishing

I guess I should feel sorry for my husband who went on a long-weekend camping trip with his buddies, leaving me to care for the crazy one solo. He came home from Wal-Mart last Thursday night with $140 worth of fishing equipment for the big trip. Yes, that's right, $140. I could not believe it. I did not say quite as much as I was thinking, but he knew I wasn't real happy. The fellas left Saturday morning for their fishing extravaganza. During a texting conversation I asked him if he's caught anything. His responce: water. Not a single fish. Now I'm going to tell you what...if I had spent $140 on fishing equipment, I would be very upset. So yeah, I guess I should feel bad for him. But I don't. I do, however, feel that there will be about $140 worth of Partylite Candles in my living room very soon...

Not Me Monday!

This is my first posting for “Not Me!” Monday, which was started over at MckMama’s blog – My Charming Kids! Basically these posts are, as MckMama puts it, being “brutally honest and living to tell about it”. It's great fun, and feels good to tell what you "didn't do"

I did not tell my husband that he had to let me sleep Saturday morning because he bought concert tickets for a rock concert without asking me. I also did not sleep until 12:30 because that would have been taking advantage of the situation.

I did not tell my 2 year old daughter that "Queen" was broken because I was tired of hearing Cars in the van. That would have been a lie.

I did not eat a whole can of cheese dip in one night. I did not buy more at Wal-mart last night.

I did not cry secretly on the way home from Wal-mart yesterday after the horrible photo experience. That would have been silly.

I did not log onto my blog page 5 times yesterday just to see if anybody had visited. That would have been ridiculous.

It's Picture Day!

I figured since I hadn't had Julia's pictures taken in studio since her 1 year old birthday, I should go ahead and do that today for her 2nd birthday. So I wait until aftertnoon nap is over so she'd be in a great mood. I get her all dolled up and out we go! Very exciting...can't wait to get some cute pictures to hang in the house and hand out to friends/family. And since my past experience at Wal-Mart had been wonderful (cheap price, good pictures) I decided that's where we go again. So in we go...Grandma, Julia, and me. Unfortunately the lady was already taking someone's pictures so we had to walk around and wait. (insert "Mommy I want that" here). They finally call us over the intercom so we go back to the studio. You would have thought that I was taking her in to get her arm cut off. Julia started screaming and crying and would not, for no amount of bribing, let go of my neck. The poor lady was just standing there shocked. She tried giving Julia toys to play with to get her to stop crying, which Julia took...but still cried. So after about 15 minutes of begging and pleading, we headed out of Wal-mart without 2 year old pictures. Sigh.

Photo Fun

I saw this on my friend Amanda's blog and I too thought it looked fun :) Go to the 6th file folder and pick the 6th picture. Here it is:

This was taken at my baby shower when I was pregnant with Julia. Sometime in July 2006

Getting Started

Ok, here we go again. My friend Amanda has been blogging for a while and I really enjoy reading her posts. So I'm going to do it too. I've started blogging before but it kinda fell through, so I'm hoping I can start it up and keep it up! A little bit about me and my family: My name is Becky and I currently live in Enoree SC (don't know? don't ask...nothing here at all except a Lil' Cricket). I was born and raised in Boiling Springs SC and would give anything to be back there. I'm working on convincing my husband that we need to move back, but he's a little hard to convince. He hates the BS traffic (take BS however you'd like). I'll admit, it is bad, but we could always take the back roads :) Anyway...we were married almost 6 years ago and have a 2 year old daughter, Julia. I imagine most of my posts will be about her, since she is my life and pretty much all I do! I'm a big fan of Tivo, and wonder how I made it before we invested. I love animals, and have a very hard time not feeding the strays that wander up to my back porch. For some reason, people enjoy dumping their unwanted animals on my street and I can not turn them down...so we have about 8 outside cats now and some random dogs. I don't count the dogs because they never stick around. I guess the cats know they have it made. So...if you are wanting to get rid of your animals without worrying about their outcome, dump them in my yard. Sigh. It really ticks me off but I'm a softy. I'm going to stop now so that I'll have stuff to talk about later :)