About Blogging

For Creative Writing, this is my final blogging assignment. In reflection, I have enjoyed it. I have blogged a little here and there with other sites and I have always liked it but had a hard time sticking to it. The social media sites that I used either became obsolete or changed so much I didn't care to continue on. I have a few things on Facebook I want to transfer over here just for safekeeping.

I hope I remember to post on here every once in awhile. I liked reading my classmates posts, and I admit I should have commented more. I am sure over the next week I will read more and comment some more just to eat up some time at work during finals week. There's just so much to read, not enough time to reflect! That always seems to end up being an issue for me.

As an ending thought though, thank you Jen for such a fun assignment. I admit there were times I was over thinking this assignment, but now I've taken it with stride. I like this blog to be a time capsule for me, and I will look back at some of my entries months, and maybe years, from now. I hope to see my classmates blogging from time to time, and I will enjoy keeping in touch for a little while.

Good luck everyone with finals, and teachers with grading. Thank you for another year. 

100 Things, pt. 2 - Dislikes

Pink!

Clothes shopping

Peppers of any kind

Small cars

Tomato soup

Goats that don’t faint

My high school

Gold, anything.

Memorization

Dead batteries

Property taxes

Drunks/alcoholics.

Less than “B” worthy work done by me

Crying.

Odin, when he’s naughty.

Brand new houses

Lack of recycling

Facebook

Taking out my belly button piercing

Doctor appointments

Uniforms

Organized religion

Expensive textbooks

Backstabbing family.

Excess of technology

Lack of trees

High blood glucose

The oil boom in North Dakota

Bad tattoos

Close minded people

Cigarettes

Gas prices

Late assignments

Bugs in hotel rooms

Unnatural dyes in food

Not being able to sleep

Long car rides with my mother and father

Walmart

The last six weeks of pregnancy 

Caesarean sections (c-section)

Procrastination…

Lack of time

Wishing time away

Christmas, all of it.

Lack of free wifi internet

Packing and still forgetting that ONE thing

Children lacking manners

Coughing fits

Any kind of fertility treatment.

Biting my nails too much

When a limb falls asleep

Quizzes I am not prepared for

Not knowing what to do with my life

Split ends!!!

Misplacing things

My husband when he’s crabby

Overdue bills

Baby registering, wedding registering

Trying to write a better memoir

Running out of black eyeliner

Forgetting to take my prenatal

Not getting anything done in a day

Anyone cheating on anyone

Laundry

Lack of running water

My mother when she repeats things

Doctors that perform circumcision

Hitting animals with my car

Stupid mistakes I can’t let go

Teachers that don’t use D2L

Having to drink warm water

Having a cold and no Nyquil

My father when he talks negatively of others

Writing in APA format

Never having time to read just for fun

Neglecting to use my planner

Losing my wedding ring

Seeing my deceased uncle’s farm torn down

Being told I’m being a broken record

Having only been in three different states

The part of my life spent at high school

Urinary tract infections

Pens that run out of ink

Pencils that run out of lead

 Jeans that wear out too soon

 Parents that buy overly expensive toys

Feeling like I overuse the word sorry.

Being bullied as a child.

Filling out paperwork

Air compressors

Cavities between my teeth

Being late for class, or work…

Vivid nightmares

When my battery falls out of my laptop.

Sweaters without hoods

Drug tests that test for TCH and not alcohol

Worn out sneakers

Mud…

Having to cut my hair,

Being stressed out all day.

100 Things, pt. 1 - Likes

Corey John (my husband)

Cold Coca Cola

Led Zepplin

Loose change

My sixteen acre farmstead

Baking

Multiples of seven

My red Carhartt

Miniature horses

Onions in cooking

Wishing at 11:11

All fruit

Full grown cats

Free magazines

Carmex

Odin, when he behaves.

Plants, plants, plants…

Grilled cheese sandwiches

Warm days

Feeding baby calves

Honey scented

Endless conditioner

Magnetic pictures

Zip up hoodies

Lottery tickets

Homemade chicken soup

Jeans that fit

Tear drop diamonds

Silver, anything.

Singing

Sharpies

Collecting skeleton keys

Hemp

Flavored water

Canadian geese in my yard

Planting pumpkins with my nieces

Flip flops

Any DARK shade of red.

My work study job

Second hand and thrift stores

Cinnamon

Simple faith

Midwives and doulas

Phi Theta Kappa

Badlands

Mini Bic lighters

Netflix

Postsecret.com

Yoga class

Staying in hotels with Corey

Doing things with my sister

Bicycle rides

Halloween

Corset backed dresses

Creativity

Getting hair waxed off.

Peaceful, silent twilight

The Nightmare Before Christmas

Chocolate ice cream cake

The entire Harry Potter series

Days spent at the lake

Going on nice easy long walks

Getting many things done in one day

Sleeping with two pillows

Women who choose to breastfeed.

Blood oranges, cuties tangerines

KJ108 on the radio in the morning

Writing something that actually makes sense

Pictures that come out great

Pistachios

Teachers that do use D2L

Looking up crazy stuff on the internet

Extra credit, no matter how small!

Friends that understand my life

Writing in MLA format

Snickers, Reese’s, Kit-Kats

Coupons!

Salads

Candles

Bees

Wireless keyboard and mouse

Psychology classes

Sociology classes

It’s A Wonderful Life

Sadhus in India

Elephants

Penguins

Beautiful clear starry nights

Exploring new towns with my husband

Parks

Old abandoned buildings

Action movies

Black and white pictures

Sunglasses

Getting published

Cheap textbooks

Cowboy boots

Lightening storms with thunder

Futurama

Being carefree for a day.

Graduation!

This fall I am graduating with my first college degree, Liberal Arts. Now I know it's not that big of a deal of a degree, but to me it is. It's the first piece of paper with my name on it that I will care about (besides my high school diploma). It's my proof that I've started my higher education, and it's my encouragement to carry on farther. No one can take it back from me (granted if I get everything done for this semester's classes... YES Jen I am working on getting caught up!!!).

This milestone is a big one for me because I am the first to actually GRADUATE from a college in my little family. My father only went to school for barely two semesters. My mother went longer, but ran into legal trouble when she only needed one more credit to finish her two year degree. My husband went for half a semester, and ended up withdrawing because he wasn't ready for that kind of commitment. My sister starts her first semester of college this summer. Out of the majority of the grandkids, I am the first to finish a degree before my 30s. I'm a first, and it feels really nice to be a first.

Granted, it did take me three years (I took a semester break first right out of high school, then another between my two years here) but I have made it. I've done it. It's great to say I have made it this far, and I'm still going farther. I have learned so much about myself and my surroundings in these last three years. When I first graduated high school, I didn't trust my 18 year old self to know what I wanted to do the rest of my life. Now I have a better idea of what my values are in life and in a career. I'm more confident in me.

I love setting an example for my nieces, nephew, and future children. I like how my determination is giving my husband the idea of going back to school (this time a 2 year trade, instead of a 4 year degree). I'm so happy my sister is following in my footsteps instead of just idling on in life until she knows what she wants to do.

So, here's to me. Here's to the GPA I've held, the classes I've completed, the teachers I've grown to love. Here's to me not taking the negativity my high school told me to heart. Here's to the clubs I've been a part of, the coworkers I've befriended, the fellow students I've studied with. Here's to my education and going further on, even if I can't fully see the path yet.

I hope everyone has a great summer, an insightful moment in life, and doesn't give up. If I see you May 17th at graduation, a hug is more than welcome! Here's to us moving on!

Sense

At first I didn't know what to do for this blog, and then Google came to my rescue.

The definition of sense:

Noun A faculty by which the body perceives an external stimulus; one of the faculties of sight, smell, hearing, taste, and touch.

Verb Perceive by a sense or senses: "with the first frost, they could sense a change in the days".

Synonyms noun.   feeling - meaning - sensation - mind - sentiment verb.   feel - perceive - understand - comprehend - realize

I wonder about the senses my unborn baby has right now. It must be interesting to be in a warm, airless, water balloon where you only hear muffled sounds and see only varying shades of darkness. Your only toy is your umbilical cord and the only drink you have is amniotic fluid, flavor varies from hour to hour. If onky I could give the ability to speak to a newborn for just an hour. 

The other side of fertility drugs.

I am sure many of us can think of someone who cannot have children because of fertility problems. Fewer of us know someone who has gone the fertility drugs or IVF route, or both. But can you think of someone that's a result, a child, of those practices?

I'm one of those children.

When I was about ten years old my mother began to tell me that she wanted to be a mother to me and my sister so badly that she invested $10,000 (each) before we were even conceived. At first I didn't understand what she meant, I just figured she had to pay for a lot of doctor appointments out of pocket. As I grew older though I started to understand that my mother couldn't have children without the help of fertility drugs. Her cycles were irregular, her eggs weren't maturing fully, she was already past the age of thirty, and my father's sperm count was starting to slightly drop with his climbing age.

The details leading up to her finding out she was infertile I have yet to get out of my mother. To get her on the subject is difficult these days as it's been over 22 years since she first started to discover and deal with her infertility. Once she finally had me and my sister, once she fulfilled her burning need to become a mother, she sort of motherhood amnesia-ed all the difficulties leading up to it. She honestly doesn't remember a lot of the process.

But I want her to remember. The truth is, I sometimes feel like my life isn't meant to be. My father would not let my mother adopt, he didn't want to be raising someone's mistake. A naive and ignorant thought, I will admit, but the truth. My mother all her life didn't want children, but when she reached the age point in her life that gave the warning signs that it was now or never to have children, she wanted to soothe the urge and was willing to do anything.

At the time, fertility drugs and IVF practices were on the rise. The doctor told my mother about Clomid. There were health risks listed for the mother to be concerned about, but was considered "safe" and would not affect the baby. Instead of standing her ground and going with the adoption route, she went with the drugs. After a year of bills and trying, she told the doctor one last cycle and then she was done trying. I was conceived. My mom became a mother after carrying me to full term.

Once I was born and she was given the okay to have another child, my mother went with the drugs again. This time it took over two years until my mom said only one more cycle and she was done. My sister was conceived. My mom became a mother for a second time after carrying my sister to full term.

She told my father she was done having children, that two were enough for her. My father originally wanted four kids, but he knew she wanted to be done with the drugs. My mom was a wonderful mother and raised us letting us know that we were wanted, really truly wanted. She taught us to be curious, to be smart, to question the world around us. I don't think she expected me to start questioning her.

When I started to understand more about the process that was needed to have me, I began to question. Science classes taught me that nature's way of ensuring abnormalities weren't passed on to the next generation was by infertility. Anatomy taught me that once a woman's body was not fit to carry a child anymore, her reproductive system ended ovulation. Medicine and drug education taught me that sometimes side effects of a drug were not apparent until years later.

I started to look into fertility drugs research. Though they do list the side effects that the mother can experience, there is limited research done on the effects it has on the child when it reached adulthood. Fertility drugs and IVF has only been available in the United States for the last 50 years, and increase of use is only the last 20 years. Many of the children conceived with these methods are just not starting to try to have children. Many of these children are facing health problems sooner in life. Is there a direct correlation? Or is it just coincidence?

Doctors ensure mothers desperate for children that there is no side effects for the possible baby. But how do they know without the proper research?  Doctors used to smoke in the office with the patient in the room before we knew there was a correlation between smoking and cancer. We were testing nuclear bombs in the backyards of citizens before we figured out radiation could cause mutations.

What if? Is it worth having that child if there's a possibility that one day he or she may face the same problems as you did trying to have a child? Is it worth possibly genetically passing on defective genes?

I can't change the past. I can't have a pity party for myself over the fact that I feel like I took away a home and parents from a child that needed one. I can't blame my mother for the route she took. I can ask women to really think about how they want to have children. If you find out one day that you are infertile, ask yourself do you really need to carry a child to be a mother, or do you just need the child? If you already have children, do you really need more to complete your family? There are millions of children growing up without parents, and more and more are coming into the world every day.

This is my plea as a child conceived with fertility drugs. Please, please, think past your need now and into the future of your child. They grow up to be adults one day, and we will question the ways of the world. We will question your choices and actions. We will question God. I understand it would be hard to part with the fact you will never carry a child. I would be devastated as well. But I would not want my child to have the same thoughts as I do, the thought of "Do I really belong, or did my existence go against God?"

Ad in the classifieds...

This was a ridiculous fiction I thought of when I saw an ad in the paper for a silverware technician.

Once upon a not so very long time ago there was a fork and spoon originally named Spork and Foon. Spork and Food were brother and sister items of cutlery from the old Shangri-La in Grand Forks, North Dakota. When the Shangri-La was tragically shut down due to health problems such as coach roaches, the sibling pair decided to make an escape the last night the restaurant was open. They both did not want to continue their career in the food business, so they set out on their way one night in search of a new adventure. While Spork and Foon were walking on the middle strip of I-29, Foon noticed how light it was out even though it was probably well past midnight. “Stop for a minute,” said Foon to Spork, “let’s lay down on the grass and look up at the sky. Spork, who is always up for whatever Foon wants to do, fell backwards with Foon and started to gaze up at the immense and vast sky above them. Spork suddenly gasped! Right above him was a HUGE wheel of cheese!!! “Foon, can you see that huge wheel of cheese above us?!” Spork cried out. “Well, yeah, but I didn’t know the moon was cheese…” Foon mumble, but Spork was too excited and cut him off, “Could you imagine being the only fork and spoon to be stuck in that?!” Foon pondered this idea for a minute and then replied, “Well, that sounds like more fun then working at the Olive Garden…” Foon contemplated. Spork was already making excited plans, as he started to ramble about needing a rocket and maybe some duct tape. On and on Spork and Foon went making plans on how to make it up to the great ball of cheese in the sky, and while they were doing so they started to walk towards the Wal-Mart Super Center to go steal supplies for their great adventure. Now as you can imagine they were not paying very close attention to the road they were walking on when they were crossing to get to 32nd Ave exit, because right then a huge Cass-Clay semi truck ran both of them over flattening them into thin little strips of sheet metal and ending the two siblings short life of adventure.

A conversation with a dog.

While I am sitting on the farthest corner of my bed, minding my own business and trying to stay comfortable while doing a few hours length of homework (a greater feat the rounder you get) my German Shepherd always wants to talk to me to be let outside. Yet he doesn't get the whole "speak when you hear want you want being offered" part, instead he whines. Hopefully one day I'll get him to respond with a resounding bark...

Half yawn, half yelp sound is made, then sits in front of me at perfect attention.
I look over at Odin. He drops his rope toy and sits.
Swish, swish, swish goes his tail.
"What do you want Odin?"
Pitiful low pitch whining. Tail swishing. Sitting still again, statue like.
"Odin, what do you want?"
Pitiful whine again, ears halfway up. Sitting with his anxious tail swishing. 
"Do you wanna go outside?"
Ears go straight up, tail frantically swishing, back end leaves the ground a few inches. 
"Outside?? Want to go outside??"
Loud whine again, whole dog body animated, ears at full attention, makes like he's going to bark. 
"Say something then! Want to go outside? Woof, woof??"
Whiiiiiiinnnneeee. Darts to the back door. Comes back. Sits looking at me again. 
"Odin, outside?"
Tilts his head to the side at the word 'outside'. Darts to the back door. Doesn't come back.
 I look down at my book. Eventually he'll ask me to go out.
He comes around the corner, charging into my room, jumps up on the bed with his front paws. Whine.
Ugh, it's going to take forever to get this... "Odin, want to go outside?"
Runs to back door again, sits there, makes little emergency yelps. Refuses to bark!!
"FINE! Lesson done, close enough!"   I roll my round self out of bed to let him out. Maybe he'll get it next time...

Itchy feet!

I would love to one day visit Hawaii. Lately (it might have to do with the weather) I keep thinking about that location. One day when I do get my honeymoon (after the wedding that I still want) I think that's the location I'm going to try to strong arm my husband into taking me. I would love to see the ocean, walk on some beaches, see a volcano... the only down side is all of the tourists I'd see. I realize this is a bit hypocritical of me, since I would be a tourist as well. Though if I go somewhere on vacation I don't want to be around a ton of people. I get enough of that with the daily interactions of my life. I'd rather sit back and have a few fruity alcoholic drinks with my husband and see no one the entire day.

Until that day, I will continue to look for green outside. It's been such a lovely winter we've been having this spring...

Pictures.

There are few things in life that I attach the word "need" to. I've been content with what I have. Sure here and there I say I want a few things, never really needed much then the necessities. Now though I think I can safely say I need a new camera.

I used to have a camera. It was a beautiful Canon, with just the right amount of optical zoom and whatnot for me to play with. It was a great deal, if I remember correctly I purchased it 80% off the original price and received free shipping. It was a great deal for a great camera. It lasted me a wonderful two years, there when

Then it broke. I still don't know what's wrong with it. It was shuffled in the move between starter town house and starter farm house, left in a corner of my office for a while. I thought it was safe. One day I tried to turn it on and nothing happened. I charged the batteries, popped them back in. Still nothing worked. Sad day.

I find it kind of funny that my camera had a shorter life then my laptop. This HP has been dropped so many times, and I wish I could say otherwise. It's been with me since the middle of my senior year of high school. Three years later, besides running a little slower, it's trucking along just fine (knock on wood).

I've been able to take pictures here and there. This laptop has a webcam, and for my sister's graduation gift I found her a really good deal on another Canon. She lets me borrow it from time to time. I used to have a phone that had a camera, that did me some good for a while too. It's just not enough anymore.

On Shutterfly I catch deals for free magnets, books, prints and cards, but I never have any good pictures! I have picture frames sitting empty in my office. On Facebook, my newest picture is from easily over a year ago. I have a puppy that's now half a dog, and I'm missing the documentation chances. Weird malformed candy I find I can only snap pictures of with my webcam. My favorite cat died a month ago and I don't have a single picture of him. I have a baby in June, and I don't have even a camera phone for it's first picture in my arms. I can't add my own pictures to this blog.

I think I need to find someone to buy me a camera as a baby gift. Or make a trade with my sister, she really wants something that plays music again since my last iPod was literally played to death by her. Hmmm, that's a plan!

A favorite memory that came to mind.

Today is Valentine's Day, 2013. I am starting to think that little 13 is being cruel to me on days like today. Not that I have anything to complain about pertaining to today's holiday, just the recent events in my life have provoked my boss to comment that I could be a comedian about the tragedies of life. I probably could now that I think about it!

Enough about how bad of a day today has been though, I'd like to remember last year's Valentine's Day instead. It was actually a great one, and probably my favorite one. My boyfriend (now husband) was working on the railroad, and the company had meetings in the cities. He had made a comment to his foreman the month before that he wanted to take his girlfriend with since the date of the meetings were February 13,14, and 15 and I had never been to Minneapolis. Besides those factors the 2 years of Valentine's Days before he was working away from home and away from me.

Now at this point with him working on the road well over half of our relationship, I had gotten use to asking roommates of his very nicely if they'd mind I come visit while I had a few days off work, school, life in general, ect. Most were okay with it, some I knew better than to ask, and many actually loved having me around to pick up after Corey. I was always nice and polite, tip toed around when they would come home and pass out in a nap of exhaustion from a 12 hour shift. Never bothered to fight over the remote, didn't use up all the towels and many times offered to bring their laundry back with Corey's. I never minded, I was always happy just to be with Corey for the few nights I was there. Sure it was a bit of a pain to not really get to do what we wanted when we wanted together, but being together was just enough.

I was expecting the same thing to happen with this trip down to the cities. I personally did not care, I was just excited to visit the cities for the first time in my life with someone that knew how to drive without panic. Corey was just happy to have me with on a trip where he wouldn't sleep over half the time I was visiting. His foreman had other plans though as Corey found out when he checked into the hotel. Bless that foreman's heart he gave us a room ALL TO OURSELVES. This had never happened before. Most times he was paired up with his roommate and best friend from home (that he also lived with at home). This three day stretch though we were free to do whatever we wanted in that room, come in and out as we pleased, take a shower at any time of the day or night, and not worry about treading on someone's toes.

Corey and I did nothing really special during those three days, besides check out a few shops and drive downtown to look at the huge buildings at night. Those nights alone in that hotel room were wonderful though and it made that Valentine's Day a really good day. I didn't get any roses, jewelery or chocolates, I just was lucky enough to be all alone with the one I love. That meant all the world to me and it's the favorite memory I have that came to mind today.

Well that was great to reflect on for a bit, now to figure out how I am going to get my car with a busted transmission home... fun fact: transmission fluid is red, and I witness my car bleeding all over the road last night. Time to buy my buddy with a truck and a tow rope a case of beer, he'll appreciate that since two weeks ago his girlfriend of over seven years left him after he found out she was cheating.

With that thought, I guess life could be worse. Happy Valentine's Day!

A quote of Bob Marley.

"Herb is the healing of a nation, alcohol is the destruction." Bob Marley

Ok, ok, ok. So I was TRYING to stay away from the marijuana topic (those of you that know me in person may know I am slightly a broken record about the topic) but when I was clicking through random quotes on the world wide web, this one jumped out at me and practically burned my eyes.

Please, for the sake of my sanity, put aside the fact that it's an illegal drug. Save your breathe, we all know this. Those of us that grew up in the 90's were slammed with "Don't do drugs!" campaigns in school with red ribbons and coloring handouts. When we grew older we learned there was this long list of horrible street drugs to stay away from or we could possibly waste away and die in addiction, and the gateway to this horrible downward spiral of using was marijuana. We were taught to not drink until we legal to at 21 years old, despite that it kills brain cells. We were taught that cigarettes would put us at a higher risk for cancer, but we could purchase them for our own at 18 years old. But marijuana? Gateway to addiction, fast track to hell, stay the eff away!

Though there's this thing about the marijuana debate that's starting to drive me insane. Is it really worse than cigarettes, alcohol, and prescription medications to kill the pain/ educe sleep/ keep us alert and attentive? In my short 21 years of life I've watched teenagers and twenty-somethings drink themselves to violently sick. I've watched close friends become drunk monsters and physically hurt the ones they love. I've watched families break apart because of the bottle. I've watched my father smoke cigarettes until it clotted his blood, and still smoked them after all the risky life saving surgery. I've watched second hand smoke give my little niece asthma before she even left the womb. I've watched extended family members crush up a pill and snort it to relieve the pain from years of hard labor. I've watched teenagers steal these same pills from their parents to trip on during the weekends. I've dealt with people that have overdosed.

I'll admit, I've been around those who are stoned. I've seen it smoked in rolled paper, in a metal bat, in a wooden pipe. I've seen it cooked into butter, made into tea, added to breads. I've seen it ingested. I have never seen someone overdose on it. I have yet to see someone not be able to take care of their kids while on it. I have yet to be treated harshly by someone on it. I have watched men that would otherwise have to (legally with a prescription) take 4 or 5 different pills a day to function, go to work happy with it in their system. I have seen it prevent depression from ripping apart families, it's helped friends of my realize that life isn't worth ending.  I have seen it help women keep food and water down in the first trimester of pregnancy, without taking any meditations with "possible risks/side effects."

But I have also seen this drug destroy one's life, legally. I have watched my husband go to work with men still drunk or hungover from the night before, but since they are of drinking age it's okay. If these men were to take a urine test, they would probably pass by drinking enough water. If a man had ingested marijuana in the last 30 days or less (some cases more), he could be sober as a bird the day he failed that urine test and lost his job. I have read of a case where the father gave his little baby girl cannabis oil when she was diagnosed with brain cancer, instead of chemotherapy that could potentially leave her brain damaged, if not kill her. Tumors started to shirk, dad faces jail time. Well, that makes a lot of sense!



I really think it's time this nation to put down the bottle and started some healing.

Ultrasound Drum Beats

Friday last week I reached the 20 weeks along mark. Today I have my second ultrasound. All last week this little sea monkey has been fidgeting and kicking and squirming all day long. Today it's been sleeping since around 8am after it woke me up. Go figure! It seems that as much as I go by the beat of my own drum, this little sea monkey goes by the beat of it's own as well. Oh what have I created?!?

Despite little sea monkey's slumber right now, I am still hoping today my husband and I get to see what we are having. I used to think I wouldn't find out til after it was born... however my husband is too excited to be a dad to wait it out. So for his sake I will let the technician let us know, and hopefully the prediction is correct!! I don't think I would be too please to find out it's one sex, and then 10 weeks later be told another.

Above everything else though I hope it's overall development is coming along okay. Ten fingers, ten toes, closed spine, heart inside it's chest. Not that there's any family history of complications... but if you're a mother you know what it's like, especially when you have a liking to watch the medical news or TLC. Plus might I add that I started my family this young for a reason, and that reason being healthier pregnancy.

Anyway, back to this ultrasound. Did you know you have to have a full bladder for one of these things? Do you know how hard it is for a pregnant woman to manage that comfortably?! "You must drink 32 ounces of liquid in a half hour the hour before your ultrasound." Gah! That means from now til about 2:15pm today I need to suck down 32 oz of water, drive to the clinic, and then hold it til after 3:15pm. Wonderful!

Either way, I can't wait to see my husband's face when he sees his baby on that screen. That will be the main highlight of my day, if not my week. Well, here's to hoping that baby feels like dancing to a drumbeat and I get that money shot!

Blogacize.

Blog and Exercise.

1. Link to the person who tagged you. That would be East Side Professor for me.

2. Post these rules on your blog. (Check.)

3. Tell about your six quirks, see below.

4. Tag three bloggers to do the same.
Olive Joos
Simply Tiffany
Slice of Life Flavored Cheesecake

5. Leave them a comment to let them know you’ve tagged them.(Check.)



Six quirks about me? Well this might be a challenge.

1. I married my best friend on the morning of 12-12-12, then came to class. I picked that date because I'll kick him if he forgets that anniversary date. (I mean honestly, it's only two numbers!!!)

2. School is addicting for me. I am only taking the next two semesters off after I graduate with my Liberal Arts degree because my baby is due in June and I want to be a stay at home mom for it's first year. After that I'm coming right back here for a program! (Might I also add, working my butt off has paid off. I don't owe a dime in student loans.)

3. I cannot stand those that are lazy. I understand having a slow day, running out of energy, and getting worn down. I don't understand taking advantage of ones that help you when you are down and then bail on them when they are finding themselves in the same situation you were once in. I don't understand slumming around day in and day out when you have a potential to do something with yourself. I don't understand lack of independence.

4. Wasteful people also drive me insane. Throwing away an empty plastic water bottle? Walk the extra three feet to put it in the recycling. Accidentally printed off the wrong worksheet? Drop it in the recycling bin  next to the copier instead of the waste basket. Blanket became nasty because your baby threw up on it? Wash it with hot water and soap. Dog needs a water dish because he dragged the first one off somewhere? Go out and find it, then use the same one instead of taking a new bowl out of the cupboards.

5. I don't like doctors, hospitals, or medication. I'd rather stay at home sick in bed sleeping then go to the place where everyone is sick is at. I'd rather drink lemon tea with honey then take Tamiful. I'd rather my nurse of a mother-in-law perform stitches on me then wait in the ER for over three hours. Call me crazy, I don't care.

6. I like my home space more than anything because it's mine. In my house and the surrounding 16 acres I am allowed to be left alone and to do what I want. I can read and do my homework in quiet. I can plant tons of pumpkins in my backyard for my nieces, not even in a straight row. I can let my dog out and not worry about someone fining me for him doing his business. I may have a mortgage but it's worth the peace of mind. 

Why Write?

Writing can be fun. Writing can be relieving. Writing can be a pain.
It seems today that most of the things I write are filling in blanks on paper work and homework assignments. Lately in a psychology magazine I read an article that stated writing down the negative thoughts you were having and then throwing the paper away could be therapeutic. I had a councilor tell me the same thing once when I was having anger issues with someone I'd never have the pleasure of yelling at. But why write? Why sting letters and punctuation together to form thoughts into sentences that can be shown and decoded by others by reading? Writing is a great way to communicate and connect. If you can read and I can read then both of us can write letters to each other and have some kind of conversation. Books can allow us to escape inside a world that cost no money to get to, just maybe some eye strain and a good light source.
Writing is what it is, and I think why not write?