Happy Birthday to Miss Ashley Flood (Soon-to-be Mrs. Buck!) We love and miss you soo much! Can't wait to see you this summer when you come to the OxBox!!
Two large research papers and one exam down, I'm taking another one of my many breaks to do some wedding browsing. Of course I couldn't hold off on it all under the week was over...my mind is going absolutely crazy over it all!!! Forget the fact that I still haven't started studying for my 8 o'clock final, have not purchased a graduate gown, am planning on wearing a dress from my pregnancy, and am pretty sure I have forgotten how to use a hairdryer... I can't wait to be married!
I've been searching all the corners of the internet trying to get some concrete, REALISTIC ideas for my at-home wedding and I finally found something!
www.younghouselove.com
I haven't read any more of the blog than her wedding entry, but I believe that her last name must be young, and they have a house...and they're in love? I swear, some of her ideas came straight out of my head, and it's GREAT to see that she actually pulled it off! I've already utilized two of her money saving tips with ideas that I already had... at least I'm attempting to!
In other news...
Sammy is louder and crazier than ever! He's already crawling all over the house, going up the step in my parent's house, and starting to pull himself up and attempting to walk away. It's actually very dangerous. haha. The other day, he slipped and fell and hit his head on the hardwood flooring. Oops, Mom! The little guy has been singing up a storm and talking to no end. So cute!!
I will be posting a picture of the little monkey later today that you all will LOVE!!
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Thursday, May 5, 2011
Monday, May 2, 2011
Randommmm
So, I'm laying here, backwards on my childhood bed, NOT doing any work for my exams, feeling sorry for myself. I have no motivation to get anything concrete down at this moment, so I thought I'd at least entertain myself with a blog entry and write down some random thoughts:
1. I'm still in utter disbelief that I spelled pandemonium correctly on the first try. It's just one of those words that you don't use often, but is important to have in your vocabulary. Like Mediterranean, (I still pronounce it with an emphasis on "an") you should just know it.
2. Sam's been whimpering like a puppy all night and it bugs me. I decided to stay at my parents so I could have time to work on things without worrying about Sam. They're usually the best babysitters, but I was pretty much Sam's babysitter this weekend. I didn't get anything done. Crap.
3. I work a lot better when I've been drinking. Especially when it comes to writing. I have no creative flow when I'm tired and sleep deprived. So far, I've written bits of my essay on French Rap Music and Rebellions. This includes my title : The Rights of Hip Hop: Makin' Dolla Bills for Justice ... do you think that's catchy enough? My professors always like my titles.
4. My idol Coco T (Ice T's wife) is getting her own reality show on E! Do you know how much I LOVE this? Scratch Jarod a sensitive musician/poet, I want him to be just like Ice.
5. I have very poor grammar and math skillz. Both of which, I've heard, are the basic foundations of being intelligent. I guess I get a big "Oops" on that
6. My mother has gotten exponentially more hilarious in the past few months. Not in that senile way, either. Her wit intrigues me.
7. I just did a 180 on my wedding. Totally different plans. Haven't told Jarod yet... Oops again!
8. All this rain makes my bones hurt.
9. It's really hard to find the numbers on my computer to make this list, so I'm gonna call it quits.
Sorry I stopped short of ten, but my eyes hurt and I don't have anything creative to say.
1. I'm still in utter disbelief that I spelled pandemonium correctly on the first try. It's just one of those words that you don't use often, but is important to have in your vocabulary. Like Mediterranean, (I still pronounce it with an emphasis on "an") you should just know it.
2. Sam's been whimpering like a puppy all night and it bugs me. I decided to stay at my parents so I could have time to work on things without worrying about Sam. They're usually the best babysitters, but I was pretty much Sam's babysitter this weekend. I didn't get anything done. Crap.
3. I work a lot better when I've been drinking. Especially when it comes to writing. I have no creative flow when I'm tired and sleep deprived. So far, I've written bits of my essay on French Rap Music and Rebellions. This includes my title : The Rights of Hip Hop: Makin' Dolla Bills for Justice ... do you think that's catchy enough? My professors always like my titles.
4. My idol Coco T (Ice T's wife) is getting her own reality show on E! Do you know how much I LOVE this? Scratch Jarod a sensitive musician/poet, I want him to be just like Ice.
5. I have very poor grammar and math skillz. Both of which, I've heard, are the basic foundations of being intelligent. I guess I get a big "Oops" on that
6. My mother has gotten exponentially more hilarious in the past few months. Not in that senile way, either. Her wit intrigues me.
7. I just did a 180 on my wedding. Totally different plans. Haven't told Jarod yet... Oops again!
8. All this rain makes my bones hurt.
9. It's really hard to find the numbers on my computer to make this list, so I'm gonna call it quits.
Sorry I stopped short of ten, but my eyes hurt and I don't have anything creative to say.
Friday, April 15, 2011
Sorry Social Life, I Can't See You Tonight. I've Gotta Be a Mom
Let me clue you in on my pitiful life (jk jk, but seriously...)
It's Friday night, 10:52 PM. I'm sitting here in front of the television watching Yo Gabba Gabba on silent, constantly refreshing the stats on Jarod's game (because I'm too cheap to purchase the video feed tonight, plus it sucks big ones to see it cut out every five minutes) with my empty cup of wine, contemplating whether or not I smell bad enough to shower.
P.S. Jarod scores on the one night I don't buy the damn game. Kill me.
Yes. My life has change just a bit.
There was a time when pitiful meant something completely different. My BFF Brittni and I would scrap together our dollars (usually around 7 or 8) contemplate whether or not eating a real dinner was worth the extra money and go out to join some pub crawls, meet some nerds, hula hoop...whatever our hearts desired... starting at 4 pm lasting until who knows when (maybe with a trip to the library to pick up Jarod haha). That sort of pitiful was, at least, fun. and we usually made a few dollars throughout the night.
Fun nights were posted on facebook within the month, and I shaved my legs on the reg.
Now, I get separation anxiety from Sam. I seriously love the little bugger to death. If I don't have to leave him, I won't. I feel like I really have no reason to, because I don't have anything friends anyway. He's much more fun anyway. We make animal noises, we play on the compy, and we love all the same shows (except I secretly suspect he likes watching Olivia, which I despise for her selfish ways). I love it! But then again, who would want to leave this cute little face? :)
It's Friday night, 10:52 PM. I'm sitting here in front of the television watching Yo Gabba Gabba on silent, constantly refreshing the stats on Jarod's game (because I'm too cheap to purchase the video feed tonight, plus it sucks big ones to see it cut out every five minutes) with my empty cup of wine, contemplating whether or not I smell bad enough to shower.
P.S. Jarod scores on the one night I don't buy the damn game. Kill me.
Yes. My life has change just a bit.
There was a time when pitiful meant something completely different. My BFF Brittni and I would scrap together our dollars (usually around 7 or 8) contemplate whether or not eating a real dinner was worth the extra money and go out to join some pub crawls, meet some nerds, hula hoop...whatever our hearts desired... starting at 4 pm lasting until who knows when (maybe with a trip to the library to pick up Jarod haha). That sort of pitiful was, at least, fun. and we usually made a few dollars throughout the night.
Fun nights were posted on facebook within the month, and I shaved my legs on the reg.
Now, I get separation anxiety from Sam. I seriously love the little bugger to death. If I don't have to leave him, I won't. I feel like I really have no reason to, because I don't have anything friends anyway. He's much more fun anyway. We make animal noises, we play on the compy, and we love all the same shows (except I secretly suspect he likes watching Olivia, which I despise for her selfish ways). I love it! But then again, who would want to leave this cute little face? :)
Having said all of that, I think I'm ready for a little nap before Jarod calls me post-game. Let's hope for a win (or a loss. I'm not sure which one I want more yet) Go Aeros!
Did you know: There are no words in the English dictionary that rhyme with the word "Month"?
Friday, April 8, 2011
Quiting Another Addiction
I'm quitting coffee.
I think starting to drink coffee might have been a top five worst decisions I've never made... and I blame Jarod.
When I met Jarod and we started dating, I obvi used studying as a way to hang out more. More to my surprise, Jarod actually wanted to study instead of make out. So I'd sit there, bored out of my mind on my computer, FBing, while he studied and would usually doze off for awhile (I can sleep standing up). Every time I would come over, Jarod had a fresh pot of coffee. Honestly... the stuff tastes like boiling hot bitter water to me. Especially since the only way Jarod would offer it was black...no sugar, no cream. If I didn't like him so much, I'd probably spit it in his face. haha. (But seriously....in February when my sister and I eat chocolates from the Valentine's day boxes, if I get one with fruit or coconut, I make a face and she sticks out her hand for me to spit it out. We've been doing it since I was little, nbd)
Cut to Mommy: The Student. As perfect as Jarod can be, coffee became my lover. I had coffee in the morning, in the afternoon, even at night depending on what needed to get done. Before you feel sorry for me, I'm seriously, the ultimate slacker so I wait until late night on the day before to get things done, so essentially, MY bad! (Emphasis on the "my") I seriously could stay up for days. But now, I'm getting just a little worried. I've been having these half awake half asleep moments where I can't tell the difference between dreaming and reality, I'm very irritable, and because drinking coffee made my appetite go away, I haven't been eating very well. Those things alarmed me, but now I'm concerned. My hair is falling out like whoa. It's not because I stopped taking prenatals, because I never took them in the first place. And this started happening very recently. I could very well make a wig out of the hair that falls out in one day. This has never happened before, and I'm afraid I might go bald. Biggest fear aside from the government regulating TV consumption. So, I'm stopping. While I'm no longer a scientist, I could still play one on TV convincingly, so I decided that because the caffeine was draining my system more often (drink coffee= pee a lot), it was draining out the small amount of nutrition I was getting. Thursday was awful, today was better. But I also didn't have to do anything but hang out with Sam. One logical alternative would be to take vitamin supplements. Um, wrong. I sure as hell will not swallow those. Do I look like a drug mule? I would gag and probably die.
I'm looking into some alternatives, but right now, I decided on a little arithmetic:
[(Old Vi)+(Mommy Vi)]-[(Excessive Drinking)+(Mild Stupidity/Bad Decisions)]= V2k11
OMG amazing.
Every day is new so we'll seeeee :)
Did you know: The Fedex logo as an arrow between the "e" and the "x". Thank you Ochocinco :)
I think starting to drink coffee might have been a top five worst decisions I've never made... and I blame Jarod.
When I met Jarod and we started dating, I obvi used studying as a way to hang out more. More to my surprise, Jarod actually wanted to study instead of make out. So I'd sit there, bored out of my mind on my computer, FBing, while he studied and would usually doze off for awhile (I can sleep standing up). Every time I would come over, Jarod had a fresh pot of coffee. Honestly... the stuff tastes like boiling hot bitter water to me. Especially since the only way Jarod would offer it was black...no sugar, no cream. If I didn't like him so much, I'd probably spit it in his face. haha. (But seriously....in February when my sister and I eat chocolates from the Valentine's day boxes, if I get one with fruit or coconut, I make a face and she sticks out her hand for me to spit it out. We've been doing it since I was little, nbd)
Cut to Mommy: The Student. As perfect as Jarod can be, coffee became my lover. I had coffee in the morning, in the afternoon, even at night depending on what needed to get done. Before you feel sorry for me, I'm seriously, the ultimate slacker so I wait until late night on the day before to get things done, so essentially, MY bad! (Emphasis on the "my") I seriously could stay up for days. But now, I'm getting just a little worried. I've been having these half awake half asleep moments where I can't tell the difference between dreaming and reality, I'm very irritable, and because drinking coffee made my appetite go away, I haven't been eating very well. Those things alarmed me, but now I'm concerned. My hair is falling out like whoa. It's not because I stopped taking prenatals, because I never took them in the first place. And this started happening very recently. I could very well make a wig out of the hair that falls out in one day. This has never happened before, and I'm afraid I might go bald. Biggest fear aside from the government regulating TV consumption. So, I'm stopping. While I'm no longer a scientist, I could still play one on TV convincingly, so I decided that because the caffeine was draining my system more often (drink coffee= pee a lot), it was draining out the small amount of nutrition I was getting. Thursday was awful, today was better. But I also didn't have to do anything but hang out with Sam. One logical alternative would be to take vitamin supplements. Um, wrong. I sure as hell will not swallow those. Do I look like a drug mule? I would gag and probably die.
I'm looking into some alternatives, but right now, I decided on a little arithmetic:
[(Old Vi)+(Mommy Vi)]-[(Excessive Drinking)+(Mild Stupidity/Bad Decisions)]= V2k11
OMG amazing.
Every day is new so we'll seeeee :)
Did you know: The Fedex logo as an arrow between the "e" and the "x". Thank you Ochocinco :)
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Are We There, Yet?
Today, I'm currently rocking a white v-neck under shirt that kinda smells like B.O. and probably has baby stains on it. I'm only guessing (I haven't found any) because people keep looking at me weird. Also, my jeans smell funny. There is a great likelihood that these pants haven't been washed since I got them (I do that).
I've had a rough couple of weeks.
Life has finally started to sink in, and I've gotten senioritis for the third time. Only, now I'm dealing with pure exhaustion, not a Donkey Kong hangover. We're reaching the finale of our separation as the hockey season comes to an end. I'm really excited for this. I'm super anxious for time to fly. There are about three weeks until the regular season ends. Apparently playoffs last through the end of June. Unlike college hockey, they do a best of 7 tournament. What. the. heck? Not only is that annoying for me, I believe Jarod will be dead by then. With what I believe are 4 rounds, that's a total of what, 28 games? (I'm no good at math...or english grammar, apparently.) I know this sounds horrible, but I really hope they lose quick. Being by myself at this point in the semester has proved to be disastrous. I mean, I'm exaggerating, but Sammy and school are wearing me down.
Sam is the most social, crazy baby I've ever met. He, honest to gosh, is always talking like mad, giggling and now, moving around during all his waking hours. In order to curb any depression that might occur, I've been dancing and singing a one woman broadway musical for him every morning to make him happy. It also prevents him from moving around too much and maaaaybe falling off the bed. Oops! (It hasn't happened yet, mom) Maybe it's spoiling him to give him all of this attention all the time, but I'll be damned if Sam is sad because I was too tired to play with him. Sooo I put on a smile and dance around while singing to Rihanna (his personal fave) while he sits there laughing at how crazy mommy can be. I'll tell you something, the introverted part of me is exhausted and a little uncomfortable, everyday.
I've had a rough couple of weeks.
Life has finally started to sink in, and I've gotten senioritis for the third time. Only, now I'm dealing with pure exhaustion, not a Donkey Kong hangover. We're reaching the finale of our separation as the hockey season comes to an end. I'm really excited for this. I'm super anxious for time to fly. There are about three weeks until the regular season ends. Apparently playoffs last through the end of June. Unlike college hockey, they do a best of 7 tournament. What. the. heck? Not only is that annoying for me, I believe Jarod will be dead by then. With what I believe are 4 rounds, that's a total of what, 28 games? (I'm no good at math...or english grammar, apparently.) I know this sounds horrible, but I really hope they lose quick. Being by myself at this point in the semester has proved to be disastrous. I mean, I'm exaggerating, but Sammy and school are wearing me down.
Sam is the most social, crazy baby I've ever met. He, honest to gosh, is always talking like mad, giggling and now, moving around during all his waking hours. In order to curb any depression that might occur, I've been dancing and singing a one woman broadway musical for him every morning to make him happy. It also prevents him from moving around too much and maaaaybe falling off the bed. Oops! (It hasn't happened yet, mom) Maybe it's spoiling him to give him all of this attention all the time, but I'll be damned if Sam is sad because I was too tired to play with him. Sooo I put on a smile and dance around while singing to Rihanna (his personal fave) while he sits there laughing at how crazy mommy can be. I'll tell you something, the introverted part of me is exhausted and a little uncomfortable, everyday.
Another way to entertain Sam
Sam's Blue Steel will make me millions someday... obvi why I please him.
I was reading my old blog posts and I said that I probably wouldn't be writing about Jarod and Sammy so much, but I believe that's all I've been writing about. I guess my life without them is really boring or I'm one of those people that make their family their world. Which one's better, because I'll just say that one. But seriously, look at how cute this kid is? Through my weirdo stories about him, I'm bragging, not going to lie. I'm thinking that I'm not sure how Sam is going to turn out when he gets older and if I'll be able to brag the way I am now. I suppose I'm just trying to get my money's worth while I can. While obvi I hope he's as great as he is right now forever, you can't be sure. I usually look at my glass half empty for the comedic purpose of life, I've gotta go with my perfect little bambino always being the best kid ever.
Did you know: When attacked by an alligator, it's best to punch him right in the honker. Also, that zigzag walking will probs get you killed. Straight lines are best when you're on land.
Monday, February 21, 2011
PROJECT: Hawt Stuff
Two weeks until I'm back in Houston with my love. I'm so excited to finally be with Jarod again and to see everyone! Honestly, I just want to be able to drink with people instead of myself. This trip also means Vi Pham has to shape up before seeing her drill sergeant/husband-to-be.
The other day, I told Jarod I missed being pregnant. (Don't worrrrry, it's not going to really happen for awhile.) I don't mean I want to have a small fetus feeding off of me like a parasite; I miss my lovely lady lumps. I enjoyed being bigger than a house. It will probably be the only time I will be able to get away with finishing my plate and Jarod's and spending a full hour at the dinner table chomping down. Granted, by the 9th month, my back hurt, I couldn't sit up without help and I rolled around the bed, I loved hearing how pretty I looked when I met strangers. I knew they were lying, I was a hot mess. But seriously, being pregnant is one of the best things ever.
Cut to... now. My diet has devolved from Mai Pham's healthy asian meals (she seriously even cut fruit for me to eat everyday) to Folger's breakfast blend in the morning, combos in the afternoon, and Lean Cuisine's Santa Fe Style Rice and Beans and Moscato at night. I seriously have to force myself to drink water at times because I've been on the brink of dehydration.
I was able to lose my baby weight pretty quickly. I only gained about 30 pounds during my pregnancy. I credit this to 1. Walking 3 laps around the apartment in the afternoon 2. Cravings of orange juice and oatmeal and 3. Sleeping 10 hours every day (not including bed time). It's seriously a miracle that Sam came out as perfect as he did. But seriously, I believe the credit to Sammy should be my mother. After Sam was born, Jarod had to leave fairly quickly, so I was with baby Sam 24/7. Even though I spent a good amount of time at my parent's house for help, I felt overwhelmed. New babies are not easy, no matter how great they are, they need a lot of attention which requires a lot of time. I was depressed that Jarod was gone, probably had a bit of postpartum depression (I honest to God thought everyone was trying to take my baby away), and was just plain tired with my new schedule. I hardly slept and hardly ate for 3 weeks. At the same time that this was all happening, I never really felt being tired or hungry. I went days without eating, only drinking water and I seemed to be fine. I finally came down to see Jarod for our 6 weeks together, and I pretty much left everything for him. I let Jarod take care of Sam and he did a great job. He did Sam's morning feeding so I could sleep in, played with the kid, made me meals...Jarod is a godsend. By week two, I was finally myself again and it was fabulous.
When we got back to Ohio, I started school and was by myself with Sam. This time, even more, because I didn't stay at my parent's anymore. Getting a schedule down was hard. I had to turn everything I did around to accommodate getting Sam ready for my parent's house, getting myself ready, and doing school work. I seriously had to let go of any unrealistic notion that I could do this perfectly and on my own. I don't know how single mothers do it. I have a family helping me along the way, and I'm having a hard time. One day, I looked in the mirror and my eyes were sunken in and I was skinnier than pre-pregnancy. I skip meals pretty often, because I'm too tired to make them, and honestly don't have an appetite for anything. I regularly go to the grocery store and walk around several times over and hardly have anything in my cart.
I have to get into some sort of shape before I see Jarod. I decided on an exercise routine beginning with the treadmill in the early morning hours, but failed today because Sammy didn't wake up til late. I will also begin my new exercise dvd that I purchased one early morning through an infomercial. Loooves it! I bought a tanning package for wayyy too much aaand I started the intense Crest professional white strips... It hurts to open my mouth. Jarod better appreciate this.
The other day, I told Jarod I missed being pregnant. (Don't worrrrry, it's not going to really happen for awhile.) I don't mean I want to have a small fetus feeding off of me like a parasite; I miss my lovely lady lumps. I enjoyed being bigger than a house. It will probably be the only time I will be able to get away with finishing my plate and Jarod's and spending a full hour at the dinner table chomping down. Granted, by the 9th month, my back hurt, I couldn't sit up without help and I rolled around the bed, I loved hearing how pretty I looked when I met strangers. I knew they were lying, I was a hot mess. But seriously, being pregnant is one of the best things ever.
Cut to... now. My diet has devolved from Mai Pham's healthy asian meals (she seriously even cut fruit for me to eat everyday) to Folger's breakfast blend in the morning, combos in the afternoon, and Lean Cuisine's Santa Fe Style Rice and Beans and Moscato at night. I seriously have to force myself to drink water at times because I've been on the brink of dehydration.
I was able to lose my baby weight pretty quickly. I only gained about 30 pounds during my pregnancy. I credit this to 1. Walking 3 laps around the apartment in the afternoon 2. Cravings of orange juice and oatmeal and 3. Sleeping 10 hours every day (not including bed time). It's seriously a miracle that Sam came out as perfect as he did. But seriously, I believe the credit to Sammy should be my mother. After Sam was born, Jarod had to leave fairly quickly, so I was with baby Sam 24/7. Even though I spent a good amount of time at my parent's house for help, I felt overwhelmed. New babies are not easy, no matter how great they are, they need a lot of attention which requires a lot of time. I was depressed that Jarod was gone, probably had a bit of postpartum depression (I honest to God thought everyone was trying to take my baby away), and was just plain tired with my new schedule. I hardly slept and hardly ate for 3 weeks. At the same time that this was all happening, I never really felt being tired or hungry. I went days without eating, only drinking water and I seemed to be fine. I finally came down to see Jarod for our 6 weeks together, and I pretty much left everything for him. I let Jarod take care of Sam and he did a great job. He did Sam's morning feeding so I could sleep in, played with the kid, made me meals...Jarod is a godsend. By week two, I was finally myself again and it was fabulous.
When we got back to Ohio, I started school and was by myself with Sam. This time, even more, because I didn't stay at my parent's anymore. Getting a schedule down was hard. I had to turn everything I did around to accommodate getting Sam ready for my parent's house, getting myself ready, and doing school work. I seriously had to let go of any unrealistic notion that I could do this perfectly and on my own. I don't know how single mothers do it. I have a family helping me along the way, and I'm having a hard time. One day, I looked in the mirror and my eyes were sunken in and I was skinnier than pre-pregnancy. I skip meals pretty often, because I'm too tired to make them, and honestly don't have an appetite for anything. I regularly go to the grocery store and walk around several times over and hardly have anything in my cart.
I have to get into some sort of shape before I see Jarod. I decided on an exercise routine beginning with the treadmill in the early morning hours, but failed today because Sammy didn't wake up til late. I will also begin my new exercise dvd that I purchased one early morning through an infomercial. Loooves it! I bought a tanning package for wayyy too much aaand I started the intense Crest professional white strips... It hurts to open my mouth. Jarod better appreciate this.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
The first step is to admit you have a problem
Hello... my name is Vi and I'm addicted to procrastination.
Sooo, this is awkward. I haven't written a post in like, 2 weeks and I'm sure everyone thought that I had given up on it....like every other diary I've ever tried to keep. My older sister was so good at it. She has probably written volumes of journals, and I was always jealous. I honestly feel bad for everyone that started reading this and has now, probably, given up.
Here's my excuse. I decided, in my head, that I would write an entry once a week instead of everyday. School has been a little more of a headache than I originally planned, but no biggie. Every Saturday was my goal. Wellll, good old Jarod was on All Star Break and decided to make a little road trip to Oxford, Ohio. Let me tell you why this upsets me.
About a month ago, I found out that Jarod had a longer break where he could come visit. Of course I jumped on the computer and found a roundtrip airline ticket for under 200 dollars. A-mazing. Except, Jarod made me choose between Sam and me coming down during my Spring Break for 9 days or Jarod coming for 2. So I made my decision and went about my life. Keep in mind, this break occurred about a month into school and I had finally gotten into a routine with everything. I thrive on routine. I'm a robot. If anything is out of sync, I get very frazzled and it's hard to get back in the groove. Well, Jarod drops a bomb two Saturdays ago... "You should probably go to the grocery store because I'm coming to see you." ughhh.
Don't get me wrong. I LOVED Jarod's visit. It was a great surprise, Sammy was so excited to see his Daddy, and I got one more day with the love of my life. But, it was 18 hours here and back (just driving, not with his stops) and about 20 hours with us. I felt really bad for him, but he apparently didn't mind doing it, so more power to him. He's crazy, but I love his crazy.
So I didn't really realize how busy I've been with school until last week. I think Jarod made me hit a brick wall with his visit and everything caught up around me. I was kinda in a daze, just trying to get things done when I could and never really thought about how I went about doing them. Now I'm laying in my bed, glasses of wine and coffee on every available surface and no pants on. I'm a mess. I've stopped putting away the laundry that I do, and just keep them in the baskets and use what I need. Honestly, why did they invent drawers? I find opening them to be inconvenient. Jarod hates this about me. The first time he came to my apartment when we started dating, he said, "Would you like me to help you clean?" I had been cleaning for like, 2 hours. My stuff was in neat stacks on the floor and I was proud of myself. I instantly felt like a big fail. hahaha.
Sammy is growing up. It saddens me every night as I now sleep alone. He's decided that he wants to be in his own bed in his own room now. Of course, Sammy can't talk or make real decisions on his own, but every time I carry him past his bedroom door, he cracks up and gets so excited. It's the mobile. (I'm about to throw it away.) He loves seeing it circle above his head as it plays that stupid lullaby song. I don't even understand how it helps him sleep. I'm obvi jealous. But seriously... what baby just decides he would rather sleep alone AND all night? Aren't they supposed to be very whiney and upset about being alone? He's so weird.
I'm sure I have a lot more to say, but it's on to the next thing on my to do list. Hopefully I'll write sooner than 2 weeks from now.
Did you know? The horn of a rhino is made of compacted hair?
Sooo, this is awkward. I haven't written a post in like, 2 weeks and I'm sure everyone thought that I had given up on it....like every other diary I've ever tried to keep. My older sister was so good at it. She has probably written volumes of journals, and I was always jealous. I honestly feel bad for everyone that started reading this and has now, probably, given up.
Here's my excuse. I decided, in my head, that I would write an entry once a week instead of everyday. School has been a little more of a headache than I originally planned, but no biggie. Every Saturday was my goal. Wellll, good old Jarod was on All Star Break and decided to make a little road trip to Oxford, Ohio. Let me tell you why this upsets me.
About a month ago, I found out that Jarod had a longer break where he could come visit. Of course I jumped on the computer and found a roundtrip airline ticket for under 200 dollars. A-mazing. Except, Jarod made me choose between Sam and me coming down during my Spring Break for 9 days or Jarod coming for 2. So I made my decision and went about my life. Keep in mind, this break occurred about a month into school and I had finally gotten into a routine with everything. I thrive on routine. I'm a robot. If anything is out of sync, I get very frazzled and it's hard to get back in the groove. Well, Jarod drops a bomb two Saturdays ago... "You should probably go to the grocery store because I'm coming to see you." ughhh.
Don't get me wrong. I LOVED Jarod's visit. It was a great surprise, Sammy was so excited to see his Daddy, and I got one more day with the love of my life. But, it was 18 hours here and back (just driving, not with his stops) and about 20 hours with us. I felt really bad for him, but he apparently didn't mind doing it, so more power to him. He's crazy, but I love his crazy.
So I didn't really realize how busy I've been with school until last week. I think Jarod made me hit a brick wall with his visit and everything caught up around me. I was kinda in a daze, just trying to get things done when I could and never really thought about how I went about doing them. Now I'm laying in my bed, glasses of wine and coffee on every available surface and no pants on. I'm a mess. I've stopped putting away the laundry that I do, and just keep them in the baskets and use what I need. Honestly, why did they invent drawers? I find opening them to be inconvenient. Jarod hates this about me. The first time he came to my apartment when we started dating, he said, "Would you like me to help you clean?" I had been cleaning for like, 2 hours. My stuff was in neat stacks on the floor and I was proud of myself. I instantly felt like a big fail. hahaha.
Sammy is growing up. It saddens me every night as I now sleep alone. He's decided that he wants to be in his own bed in his own room now. Of course, Sammy can't talk or make real decisions on his own, but every time I carry him past his bedroom door, he cracks up and gets so excited. It's the mobile. (I'm about to throw it away.) He loves seeing it circle above his head as it plays that stupid lullaby song. I don't even understand how it helps him sleep. I'm obvi jealous. But seriously... what baby just decides he would rather sleep alone AND all night? Aren't they supposed to be very whiney and upset about being alone? He's so weird.
I'm sure I have a lot more to say, but it's on to the next thing on my to do list. Hopefully I'll write sooner than 2 weeks from now.
Did you know? The horn of a rhino is made of compacted hair?
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Classroom Antics
Right now, I'm sitting in the hallway of my secretly hidden classroom in Upham watching my classmates try and find the room, not see where it is, and walk the other direction. Do I recognize these people from lecture? I think so, but I can't be certain because I'm not wearing my glasses. Should I ask them if they're in the same class as me to direct them to the correct room? Probably. But I probably won't.
My fave part of college? Making people uncomfortable. I never do it intentionally, but if I don't, someone usually will do it to me. Hence the problems of Day 1. I was too friendly with my professor, then he made fun of me in front of everyone. I would have been better off pretending I couldn't speak english well.
Never take classes with friends. Until last year, I never took a class with anyone I knew. Idle conversation is not something that impresses the professor, and I would probably listen even less than I already do. Also, there are certain expectations that people have of me in the classroom that I just wouldn't be able to meet. Then you always have to share your answers or summarize last nights readings...do it yourself fool! I like you, but not that much. Last year, I stupidly allowed myself to take a class with Jarod. I'll be honest. It was a good excuse to be able to hang out more and do homework together. Then, he wouldn't show up, or wouldn't show up on time (biggest pet peeve ever). It would make me embarrassed because he already talked to me in class, and I was associated with him. Later in the semester, he pulled out a newspaper and started reading it when class had started. Then, every time we'd have a quiz or exam, I'd hear "What'd you get?" If I did better, he couldn't believe it because I hardly studied, but if I didn't do as well, I should have studied more instead of play on the internet. Lose-Lose. While it was nice to have lunch with someone three days a week (SWIPE!) I hated what I had to deal with to get some company.
Don't make friends with people in class. Long long ago (like, for real) when I was a freshman, I tried to make friends with people in my classes. One time I walked up to a girl and said "Did you know we have 3 classes together?" She was weirded out. We ended up being lab partners and hung out a couple times, but after the semester was over, she never called me or returned my calls (no text messaging at the time) Did I feel like a scorned lover? Um yes. Lesson learned, I never made a friend in class again. I did all of the work and had all of the ideas and she just took them. Not fun. She ruined my chances of actually making friends. Hence only having like 4 friends from college.
Look fancy in the first week. I make a point to comb my hair, dabble a lot of make up on, and pick my clothes out the night before. Why do I do this when I don't even want to make friends? Because some classes have group projects and I don't want to be stuck with the weirdos. Looking nice, but not too nice says, "Hey, I care about myself. I'm cool. I do well in school." I hate when they do the "count off" for groups. Hey Teacher! Just let me pick
Be Prepared. Classroom participation is usually around 10% of the final grade. While that seems little, you'll find out, like Jarod did his senior year, that's a whole letter grade. I have found that I can skim readings, find a few important things, then get into that classroom and raise my hand as fast as I friggin' can and then I'm done.
Stay away from the Asians I know what you're thinking, but if you know me, you know. I freaking hate Asian people. They never look or seem normal, they're always doing something weird. Don't even make eye contact or be nice, or you'll be in Biology class trying to look at algae while some girl keep poking you in the back asking you what words mean on her electronic translator. Yes it happened.
In every other part of my life, becoming a mom has really helped me gain some sort of social life, because now all people ask me about is Sammy. No prob, I can do that. Apparently school is no different than before, except I'm 10x as not cool as I was before.
Did you know? Texas is completely independent in creating their own energy source?
My fave part of college? Making people uncomfortable. I never do it intentionally, but if I don't, someone usually will do it to me. Hence the problems of Day 1. I was too friendly with my professor, then he made fun of me in front of everyone. I would have been better off pretending I couldn't speak english well.
Never take classes with friends. Until last year, I never took a class with anyone I knew. Idle conversation is not something that impresses the professor, and I would probably listen even less than I already do. Also, there are certain expectations that people have of me in the classroom that I just wouldn't be able to meet. Then you always have to share your answers or summarize last nights readings...do it yourself fool! I like you, but not that much. Last year, I stupidly allowed myself to take a class with Jarod. I'll be honest. It was a good excuse to be able to hang out more and do homework together. Then, he wouldn't show up, or wouldn't show up on time (biggest pet peeve ever). It would make me embarrassed because he already talked to me in class, and I was associated with him. Later in the semester, he pulled out a newspaper and started reading it when class had started. Then, every time we'd have a quiz or exam, I'd hear "What'd you get?" If I did better, he couldn't believe it because I hardly studied, but if I didn't do as well, I should have studied more instead of play on the internet. Lose-Lose. While it was nice to have lunch with someone three days a week (SWIPE!) I hated what I had to deal with to get some company.
Don't make friends with people in class. Long long ago (like, for real) when I was a freshman, I tried to make friends with people in my classes. One time I walked up to a girl and said "Did you know we have 3 classes together?" She was weirded out. We ended up being lab partners and hung out a couple times, but after the semester was over, she never called me or returned my calls (no text messaging at the time) Did I feel like a scorned lover? Um yes. Lesson learned, I never made a friend in class again. I did all of the work and had all of the ideas and she just took them. Not fun. She ruined my chances of actually making friends. Hence only having like 4 friends from college.
Look fancy in the first week. I make a point to comb my hair, dabble a lot of make up on, and pick my clothes out the night before. Why do I do this when I don't even want to make friends? Because some classes have group projects and I don't want to be stuck with the weirdos. Looking nice, but not too nice says, "Hey, I care about myself. I'm cool. I do well in school." I hate when they do the "count off" for groups. Hey Teacher! Just let me pick
Be Prepared. Classroom participation is usually around 10% of the final grade. While that seems little, you'll find out, like Jarod did his senior year, that's a whole letter grade. I have found that I can skim readings, find a few important things, then get into that classroom and raise my hand as fast as I friggin' can and then I'm done.
Stay away from the Asians I know what you're thinking, but if you know me, you know. I freaking hate Asian people. They never look or seem normal, they're always doing something weird. Don't even make eye contact or be nice, or you'll be in Biology class trying to look at algae while some girl keep poking you in the back asking you what words mean on her electronic translator. Yes it happened.
In every other part of my life, becoming a mom has really helped me gain some sort of social life, because now all people ask me about is Sammy. No prob, I can do that. Apparently school is no different than before, except I'm 10x as not cool as I was before.
Did you know? Texas is completely independent in creating their own energy source?
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Back to School! Back to School... To Show My Dad I'm Not a Fool!
Soo, it's been awhile! It's a little because I've been trying to get everything straightened out before school started (still not done) and mostly because I've had a hard time trying to think of a "Did you know?" Still can't think of one, but we'll see what I've got by the end of this.
Yesterday was the first day of school. Blah. It was cold and I was tired. Today was a pretty big bust. I tried to be an orderly mother, but that just doesn't work very well for me. Sammy messes up my routine. I had to try three times to wake him up and every time I would get "ehhhhh" and he'd kinda roll over to get away from me.
My first professor thinks he's a stand up comedian. There are about 20 of us in a huge lecture hall, and he stands on his stage and tries to make jokes through his microphone. His jokes were not funny. Then he showed these film clips that were horrible. I almost walked out of the class. In my capstone, I got called out by a fellow student. The professor asked if anyone had classes with other people in the class and everyone said no. One guy said "Yes. With her" and pointed right at me. Seriously had no idea who he was. My teacher tried to make it better and said "Well, maybe it was a big class" he follows with "Nope, there were like 7 of us and I sat behind her." Wellll. Sorry. I'm obviously not observant. Whatev. I was pregnant. Let's just say I was in a 9 month daze and can't remember anything from that period.
I also found out that the hole in the thumb of my mittens is not one of those holes that allows you to use your fingers. It's broken. But that's OK. I lost them today anyway. No idea where they are and my hands were cold. Good news is, I didn't lose my hat because HOLY SNOW! It's crazy out today. I wanted to see snow so bad when I was in Texas. Now, as a trek through the wintery tundra in my Aldo snow boots, I want to kill myself. I get hot out there. The problem is, if I don't wear tights under my pants and two pairs of socks, I freeze, but then, after walking to the buildings and climbing at least 2 flights of stairs, I'm sweating like a pig. As we speak, I have a heat headache. And I have to read like 4 books in a week. hahahha Good luck to me!
Sammy has pretty much been up since 4 and so have I. He hates me. He just wanted to play. Ughhh. I was so tired, I drank coffee (lots of cream, lots of sugar.) And still managed to just sit at a four way stop until someone honked at me to go. My bad! Then I got to class like, a half hour early, because I like to get a good seat. My professor came in and asked me if "This was HST 330" He preceded to call me out on coming to class early during role call when I introduced myself. Everyone laughed at me. Seriously. It was like being in a seventh grade twilight zone. (I wasn't made fun of in middle school. I was cool) You would have thought I was wearing my underwear on the outside of my pants.
Good News? Second class was cancelled today. yayy!
Did you know: The best way to get bubble gum out of your hair is with peanut butter? One time, I tried to put gum behind my ear like Violet on Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory. Not a good idea. All up in my hair. The oils from the peanut butter takes the sticky out like a charm.
Yesterday was the first day of school. Blah. It was cold and I was tired. Today was a pretty big bust. I tried to be an orderly mother, but that just doesn't work very well for me. Sammy messes up my routine. I had to try three times to wake him up and every time I would get "ehhhhh" and he'd kinda roll over to get away from me.
My first professor thinks he's a stand up comedian. There are about 20 of us in a huge lecture hall, and he stands on his stage and tries to make jokes through his microphone. His jokes were not funny. Then he showed these film clips that were horrible. I almost walked out of the class. In my capstone, I got called out by a fellow student. The professor asked if anyone had classes with other people in the class and everyone said no. One guy said "Yes. With her" and pointed right at me. Seriously had no idea who he was. My teacher tried to make it better and said "Well, maybe it was a big class" he follows with "Nope, there were like 7 of us and I sat behind her." Wellll. Sorry. I'm obviously not observant. Whatev. I was pregnant. Let's just say I was in a 9 month daze and can't remember anything from that period.
I also found out that the hole in the thumb of my mittens is not one of those holes that allows you to use your fingers. It's broken. But that's OK. I lost them today anyway. No idea where they are and my hands were cold. Good news is, I didn't lose my hat because HOLY SNOW! It's crazy out today. I wanted to see snow so bad when I was in Texas. Now, as a trek through the wintery tundra in my Aldo snow boots, I want to kill myself. I get hot out there. The problem is, if I don't wear tights under my pants and two pairs of socks, I freeze, but then, after walking to the buildings and climbing at least 2 flights of stairs, I'm sweating like a pig. As we speak, I have a heat headache. And I have to read like 4 books in a week. hahahha Good luck to me!
Sammy has pretty much been up since 4 and so have I. He hates me. He just wanted to play. Ughhh. I was so tired, I drank coffee (lots of cream, lots of sugar.) And still managed to just sit at a four way stop until someone honked at me to go. My bad! Then I got to class like, a half hour early, because I like to get a good seat. My professor came in and asked me if "This was HST 330" He preceded to call me out on coming to class early during role call when I introduced myself. Everyone laughed at me. Seriously. It was like being in a seventh grade twilight zone. (I wasn't made fun of in middle school. I was cool) You would have thought I was wearing my underwear on the outside of my pants.
Good News? Second class was cancelled today. yayy!
Did you know: The best way to get bubble gum out of your hair is with peanut butter? One time, I tried to put gum behind my ear like Violet on Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory. Not a good idea. All up in my hair. The oils from the peanut butter takes the sticky out like a charm.
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