John Marc has decided to run for our local school board, so we've been busy trying to drum up a brochure and some followers (...I don't know if followers is exactly the right word...it's not like we're leading a cult...) supporters.
Eli is now sitting up all by himself and is scooting all over the place. He will get up on his knees and rock...but won't crawl. He knows that the scooting gets him whereever he needs to go, so he doesn't even bother to try to crawl. Eli also pulls up onto his knees and tries to pull himself up to stand already! Here's a cute, recent video for you...
Other than that, since the paid posting thing sort of "dried up," I decided to try other avenues to make/save money. SO, I've been buying and selling on e-Bay and I've joined several panels to do paid surveys. The e-Bay thing works so long as you have good items to sell (obviously), and the paid surveys have really turned out to be unpaid, in my opinion. The ones that I'm involved with basically just give you a certain amount of points based on the surveys that you do, and then you can redeem your points for "prizes" onces you accumulate enough. The items to choose from are actually pretty good, though, so I've kept on trucking with it. (It only takes 5 minutes or less per survey so it's not like I'm wasting a whole bunch of time completing each survey).
Anyway, that's basically where my time has gone this month!
Have you ever heard the saying that there are too many chiefs and not enough indians?
When I cheered in highschool, our coach used to tell us this all the time. I became very acquainted with the phrase when I cheered, and even more acquainted with it when I became captain my senior year. Having been on the "chief" side my senior year, I got to understand how frustrating it is when everyone else who is supposed to be an indian tries to run around acting like a chief.
WELL, now that I am in the workforce, I've found myself back on the indian side (joy). It's not always bad. In fact, it's not normally bad. But recently I have been getting extremely frustrated at work. Let me explain...
When I first starting working at my firm, there was one attorney and two paralegals (me being one of them). That makes one chief and two indians. Last year my boss hired an associate attorney. Technically speaking, since my boss still owns the firm and employs three people, that should be one chief and three indians (or maybe more like one chief, one sub-chief, and two indians). Instead there are two chiefs and two indians, and the two chiefs can't get their guidelines together. It makes me think of the movie, "Office Space," where the guy is trying to submit a report but each boss wants it in a different format. Pretty soon I'm going to take the computer equipment outside and smash it into peices. (Okay, I probably won't, but you get the picture).
I just wish that if there has to be two chiefs around here, they could go by a uniform set of rules. That's all.
Does this happen to anyone else at work? I'm sure it happens in companies that are bigger alot, because there are a lot of middle management positions in larger companies. I guess I should be thankful that I only have two chiefs!
Life happens to everyone. We all get old[ish]. I just didn't anticipate it happening to me yet! But I realized it has indeed happened when I could no longer follow the conversation between a few "tweens" as I like to call them. ("Tweens," for those of you who may be even older than me are 'kids' who are in be'tween' the single digit ages, 0-9, and the teenage years, 13-18). So, for the older generation (myself apparantely included), here is a short translation list for you:
"A minute" no longer means what it has been used for decades to mean. That's right, people -- a minute is no longer just 60 seconds. It is now approximately a few years long. Example: I haven't seen you in a minute, girl!
Bay. Nope, it's not just a body of water anymore. It's short for "baby." Personally, I didn't realize that "baby" was that long of a word, but apparantely it needed to be shortened. Hence, the word "bay."
NSFP. I remember when I was a tween, I used all kinds of abbreviations (like lol, rofl, a/s/l, and more that I can't remember) when I was IMing my friends...but there are sooo many now I can't possibly keep up. And who can, really? Other than the tweens themselves, of course. Anyway, NSFP apparantely means "not safe for parents." Those darn tweens are smarter than I was!
AH. This apparantely means "butt-hole"...only in the donkey kind of way.
ASAFP. Yes, they have even taken a few common acronyms and added a curse word in them. ASAP is now ASAFP. Apparantely this is needed...but I'll beat my child's (_!_) for typing that out on the computer. (And for those of you who didn't follow that last sentence, please see the next one...)
(_!_) -- This is a butt. Crafty, huh?
SHICPMP. Not all of them are bad. This one, for instance, is quite comical. "So happy I could pee my pants." I think I'll start using this one.
OFS. Frustrated with someone? Just give them the "One Finger Salute."
Four-Eleven. Apparantely the 4-1-1 didn't provide enough information. Now it's the 4-11.
And last but not least, this one simply cracks me up...
Wangsta. Obviously, this is a white gangsta. Get with the show, people.
And no, I did not make any of these up. There must be a thousand more out there...just go Google (or Dogpile, Yahoo, AskJeeves, or whichever you prefer) some teen slang. You'll get quite a laugh...and an education.
I've been busy updating Eli's blog recently, but I've neglected this one...call it a summer hiatus if you want. :) Anyway, visit Eli's blog to see what he's been up to recently.
For those of you who just want a small sample, here's a video:
I was driving down the road the other day when I saw this:
This just seems like a rather odd tribute to your son...Why would you call your son your "problem child" and then plaster it on the back of your vehicle after he had passed away?
I just don't understand what goes through some people's minds.
(And yes, I obviously changed the poor guys name. I mean he's already having his named bashed all around town as his parents drive around. I wasn't going to do him the same injustice all over the internet).
I've been an avid reader of MommyGetsPaid for some time now, but recently her postings just suddenly stopped. She used to post every single day and then on May 11...nothing. And she hasn't posted anything since. In fact, lots of people have commented wanting to know where she is, and we have gotten no response. Normally I would just think that whoever quit posting because they got bored, lost their internet service, or something to that affect. But not Mommy.
It's just weird.
Does anyone know what happened? Or know how to find her based on her site? I've been searching through all the sites she's linked to, but I haven't been able to come up with anything.
Yeah, so it's been a while since I posted last. (Sorry.)
I think I've come to a new phase in my blogging 'career.' I've decided that if people want to read, then great. If not, then oh well...for now, at least. I was spending all this extra time going to posting boards, subscribing to all kinds of software, programs, widgets, etc. etc. that were supposed to increase my readers...and I have to say that it did actually work...for a while. The problem is that I just do not have the time between work, home, my personal life, and Eli to try to maintain a large volume of readers.
So, on post number 280, I've finally decided that it is completely okay with me to not have hundreds of readers, because I love the few dedicated readers that I do have.
Maybe when I have more time to myself, I'll work on increasing my readers again. Until then, my fabulous few readers, read on!
When I pump gas, I always watch the people around me that are pumping gas into their own cars. I do this mostly because I just love to "people watch," but also because these days everyone's eyes seem to get larger and larger from disbelief as the pump keeps going...sometimes reaching the triple digits.
While "people watching" at the pumps, though, I've noticed that I do something every time I pump that I have not seen anyone else do. I'm trying to decide if this is a smart and savvy thing that I'm doing...or just plain dumb...
After I'm finished pumping gas, and I've turned the pump off, I always shake the nozzle inside my gas tank so I can be sure that I get every last drop of gas that I paid for. I've done this since the first time I ever pumped gas, but I really shake it now that gas has reached over $4.00 where I live. (It was $4.01 last week!!!)
SO, am I really the only shaker out there? Or do other people do it when no-one is looking? Surely I'm not the only one...
Steven Curtis Chapman, a popular Christian music artist, lost his five year old daughter last night after she was run over in the family's driveway when their teenage son was backing up. He was driving an SUV (or a large vehicle of some sort) and could not see her behind the car. (You can visit Chapman's official site for more details or go to the site set up for Maria to leave your condolences). (Also, the song "Cinderella" was written by Chapman for his daughter Maria a few years ago).
This is an absolute tragedy and I just cringe thinking about how many people drive these large vehicles and possibly don't take the time to make sure no one is behind them before backing up. You can't always see what is behind you just by looking in your rear view mirror, and unfortunately, the amount of money it costs to put a back-up camera in your car is too expensive for some (myself included).
This tragedy reminds me of a story that I heard on a local radio station about a month ago. An 18-month old named Lilli Grace was run over in her driveway when her father was leaving to go to work. (He had actually gotten out of the car to make sure she wasn't around the vehicle before he pulled out). If you go to the memorial website that has been set up for Lillie Grace, you will be amazed at the way the family is handling the situation, and how they are using the tragedy to help others.
Please, please, please, people -- make sure your children are not around your vehicles when you move them!
John Marc came home yesterday and asked me this riddle. WITHOUT using Google, see if you can answer it. Whoever guesses right first gets...bragging rights, lol.
What food do you take off the outside, cook the inside, eat the outside, and throw away the inside?
And if you are a smarty pants and already know the answer, then try this one...
What needs light to survive but dies if the light touches it?
I consider myself to be somewhat fashionable, in that I at least stay with the times and don't wear items left over from the 80's or 90's (which coincedentally enough, appear to be coming back in). I don't rush out and buy the latest fads, mostly because I don't want to pay that much for something that will be back "out" in two more months, but I do at least appear well dressed. I also would consider myself a fairly good authority (of sorts) on items that do and don't match, or articles of clothing that you should or should not wear.
However, if I am ever in doubt, I will call someone to find out that what I'm planning to wear is acceptable. (Don't I, Skittle?)
Apparantely, Sarah Jessica Parker didn't have a friend to tell her not to wear this when she put it on:
And YES, it IS real. This is (unfortunately) not a photoshopped image.
Happy 1st Mother's Day to me! Do you know how we celebrated it where I live?
An F2 tornado hit our town and the surrounding towns, causing extensive damage wherever it went. Luckily, it didn't come near my house and none of my family or friends were injured. But several of my friends and family's houses and businesses were destroyed, so please keep them in your prayers because rebuilding everything is going to take time and patience.
My brother-in-law was sleeping when he heard the tornado (he heard the typical train sound that everyone talks about). He immediately jumped out of bed and ran to the hallway bathroom. No sooner than he was in the tub, a tree fell through his house and directly onto his bed, splitting in in half. Then two other tress fell on other parts of his house. Thankfully he wasn't injured!
As soon as the storm had passed, John Marc went to pick him up and then got called in to work to start cleaning up some of the trees. He was at work until about 8:00 last night, and I'm sure he'll be working late this whole week. (It's good for the pocket book, but not too much fun for him).
Anyway, I'll never forget my first Mother's Day, that's for sure!
I just ran across this article on AOL. It says that breastfed babies tend to be smarter than those babies who are solely formula fed, or even those babies who get half breastmilk and half formula. Don't get me wrong...my head hasn't been under a rock. I've heard of this before, but this particular study tested something like 12,000 mothers and babies. AND, they did the study in such a way that it esentially eliminates the argument that the breastfed babies are only smarter because the mothers who choose to breastfeed are typically the mothers who tend to spend more time with their children, teaching them and such.
Well, I guess I'm not getting any mother of the year awards since Eli is breastfed and formula fed. But that wasn't exactly my fault. You can't always make your body produce what it refuses to - even with modern medicine.
With my second child (MANY YEARS from now), I fully intend to breastfeed...as long as my body permits me to because there are alot of benefits to baby and mom. BUT, I think that when studies such as this are published, it makes alot of mothers question what they are already doing. I just want all Mommies out there to know that whatever choice they made for themselves and their babies is okay as long as they made it with the best of intentions.
YOUR AUTHOR
| 24 year old | Happily Married | New Mommy | Proud UGA graduate | Psychology major | Paralegal | Outgoing | Talkative | Christian | Active church member | Piano player | Nap lover | Animal lover | Roach phobia | Needle phobia | Pointless computer game nut | Bloggie | Grey's Anatomy freak | Email : MandyPoo83@aol.com
THE HUBBY
| 26 year old | Married | New Daddy | History major | Surveying crew chief | Soccer lover | Sports afficionado | Civil War Buff | Presidential history fan | Christian | Animal lover | Comedy Central freak | Runner |
THE KIDDO
| 5 months old | Happy boy | The sweetest baby ever | Loves to snort | Loves to be outside | Has a fascination with being held | Hates his carseat |
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THE ZOO Big Dan: | Timid | Lazy | Protective | Currently MISSING | Little Ann: | Rambunctious | Protective | Hyper | Loving | Miss Piggy: | Daddy's Girl | Smelly | Loving | Dog-like | Boone: | Momma's Boy | Finicky | Meany | Head Kitty Cat | Recently became an outside cat | Polo: | Scaredy Cat | Sweet | Playful | Punky: | Affectionate | Fan of Food | Loves her baby Elijah |
OUR STORY
| We met my 9th grade year (his 10th grade year) of high school in Mrs. Presley's Geometry class. We flirted the whole year, went out with each other's best friends, and then on May 14, 1998 we finally decided to date! Here's the 'romantic' pick-up line I received: "Hey crackhead - wanna' go out with me?" What kind of girl can resist that, so of course I said YES! Fast forward about six years to October 23, 2004. John Marc proposed to me at Tallulah Falls, and again, I said YES! We were married on July 30, 2005 and welcomed baby Elijah to our family on December 4, 2007! |
ABOUT THIS BLOG
| This blog is all about the exciting events of my day to day life! I write about everything from my experiences in the workplace, my current pregnancy, silly things I see out in public, life in general, and whatever else
falls somewhere in between those things. This blog is also my attempt at mainstreaming all my old blogs into one. Basically this is my way to communicate with whoever will listen! I also do the occassional paid posting. You know, just for some pocket change. |