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   Though why I'm drinking it is beyond me.  I'll need to get up at 2am.  I'm not even four months along and you can barely tell I'm pregnant (and only if you look), but this little tiny person is jumping on my bladder.  Get off, I tell you!  It's not a trampoline!!

   There.  Now that that's settled.  We went to Berwick today.  It's in Maine, and about a half hour from Kittery.  It was okay, but we liked Somersworth and Rochester/Dover better.  Berwick didn't have much class, but if it's cheaper, we'll live there.

   I've been the worst poster lately.  It's like a roller coaster.  On the way up, it's a miracle I write at all.  But then I get to the top and on the way down, I write so much I bore even me.  <sigh>

   Really, I don't have much to say.  It's almost an hour past my bedtime, and if I keep this up, I'll make New Year's.  Whoopee.  Maybe I'm getting old, but c'mon, it's just another day.  Another year has passed, but it all seems kind of pointless to me.  Unless, of course, people decide they want to send my presents to celebrate the new year.  In which case, I will make the sacrifice and stay up till the magical hour of midnight.  I might even curl my hair.

   Speaking of presents, Jason's was late, but I ordered it and had it sent off.  I got it today.  How dumb am I?  I had it sent here!  But at least it's a gift cad--it'll just cost me a stamp to get it to him.  Grrr.  Definitely a blond moment.

   Speaking of blond moments, I want to clear up confusion for the whole human race.  My hair is blond, but it's dirty blond.  It is not brown; I am not a brunette.  It has always been blond.  Maybe you people think I just want to be blond.  Nope.  I am.  And have you heard the jokes?  As much as I love them (cuz they are funny), would I put myself at the needless expense of these jokes if I didn't come by the color naturally?  I mean, c'mon people!

   Really, my brain is screaming at me to stop thinking (cuz it's not really working--the connections to my fingers keep short-circuting).  So good night people!

   Okay.  I guess I'm a glutton for punishment.  I don't want to go to bed.  I think I'll go redo my profile.

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   I know God heard them.  What happened was this:  Marios was driving (thank God they had their seat belts on--this is the only state that doesn't require it) and they hit a patch of black ice.  He slid off the road and into a telephone pole, knocking power out in Center Conway all the way to the state line.  He only hit his head on the steering wheel, but she hit hers on the dashboard, breaking her nose.  The seat belt pulled into her and pushed a rib into her liver.  She lost a third of it.  They had to give her 6 units of blood, but she's going to make it.  By last night, though critical, she was stable.  As long as nothing happened last night, they are going to stich her up today.  She'll be home in a week.  They were very fortunate.

   In other news, Jill didn't have to have a spanking with her nap today.  Every day (for naps and nighttime), she fights it.  She'll stand in her crib and scream, and sometimes it takes three or four spankings to get her to realize she's not going to win this time.  But today she only whimpered before succumbing to sleep.  Children amaze me; I know she was tired.  I could tell in the way she was acting.  But sometimes kids fight sleep so hard!  Me?  Just point me in the direction of the bed and I'll go willingly.  Kids really have no clue how good they have it.  <shakes head>

   About the church in lower NH:  we're probably not going.  It's not a paid position.  Now don't get me wrong; we're still moving.  Jon says we'll probably be here a month more at the longest, but he's going to try to get a job in a big city, even maybe down there.  There's a trucking company, McClaine, that is always hiring.  He wouldn't drive the trucks; he'd stock them.  Steve used to work there, and Jen does currently.  We'll have to wait and see what the Lord wants.  (But sometimes it's so hard to wait!)

   I'm so glad I'm in a better mood.  This morning, I was in the foulest mood.  Usually, if I go to bed, that takes care of my mood.  Not today.  I went to bed yucky and woke up the same.  God totally gave me a better mood, for which I thank Him. 

   Once again, I had more to say, but it's all slipped my mind.  Ta, ta!

  

 

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   Man, it seems like forever since I last wrote in here!

   I probably won't remember everything I want to get down, but the most important is that we might be moving!  Jon doesn't make enough at Zales; with his job, we can just pay the two car payments and our monthly fee at the storage unit.  We don't even have enough to help out with rent or buy groceries or even the necessities like diapers!  Don't get me wrong; I'm not complaining.  God provided for us to come up here, and hasn't stopped providing since.

   But it'll be nice to go.  Ginny's grating on us (especially me, but I'll bite my tongue) and vice versa.  This apartment is too small for four people (cuz trust me, Jill takes up more than her share of space!).  Also, we're just basically mooching off Ginny, what with not buying groceries or helping with the rent. 

   We have friends down in Hilsborough (close to Manchester), NH that we made down in Florida.  They were from NH, but had moved (like us, they had planned to go to PCC.  Unlike us, they never went) to FL.  They moved back about a year ago, and his dad's church needs a music director/youth leader.  That would be perfect for Jon!  He loves music, and already has a little experience directing, and we were the teen Sunday School teachers at Faith.  We're very eager to go down and see if it's what God wants.  But even if it's not, Jon's going to have to get another job, and we'll probably move out of here.  I can't even imagine the craziness of living here with a newborn!

   Moderate success with the potty training.  Tuesday I took off her diaper to change her, and she had a little turd still in her butt.  So I ran to the bathroom and grabbed the potty.  No missed opportunities here!  I plunked her on it (careful not to shake the turd loose), and when the thing fell free, we praised her to the skies!  So she wanted to sit there that afternoon and the next day.  But this time it's Mommy who has slacked off.  That's the yucky thing with kids.  They take so much effort!  Oh, well, hopefully she'll be out of diapers soon.  I just have to make her sit on the potty until she pees.  Then I'll consider it a true success.

   These Christmas cards are staring at me.  I've had them done for a week now, and still (with the exception of the ones we sent with the packages) they sit here, collecting dust and waiting patiently for me to send them off.  My goal is Monday.  Jon has that day off, so we'll probably hop on down to the post office, grab a few stamps, and send these cards on their merry way!

   I'm sad.  We're not going to be able to go see Narnia after all.  Nor "The Magic of Christmas", nor "Christmas with Cornils".  Bummer.  When you ain't got money, you ain't got money.  Oh, well.  There's always next year for the Christmas stuff, and Narnia will come out on DVD eventually, along with Harry Potter.  <sigh>

   Oh, good news!  It's been two weeks, and I haven't bitten my nails!  I stopped when I was pregnant with Jill, but bit them all off a few days before she came.  This is the first time I've been able to quit since.  I just hope that it lasts past this pregnancy.  It's not too hard to keep the habit broken, but breaking it--whoo boy!  That can be a doozy!

   Obviously, I don't know what Jon's next job is, but it's probably realistic to say he'll get a vacation sooner or later.  He said that the next vacation he gets, we can go see my Grandma Gormally!  I'd love to.  I haven't seen her since I was like five, but we correspond by letter.  In fact, this year we sent her a lovely Christmas ornament.  We've never sent her anything before, and I hope she likes it.  But I would love to know the woman who was my dad's mother better than I do now.  I don't even know how old she is, just that her birthday's in June.

   I can't remember anything else I may have intended to say, so I should probably go do some laundry.  Otherwise, Jon'll have to go to church naked tomorrow, and I get the impression he wouldn't be happy.  But then again, there's like a half a foot of snow on the ground so maybe that has something to do with it...

Overwhelmed

Oct. 5th, 2005 09:40 pm
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   I just read all of Sarah's entries, and I feel mowed down.  Not only do I feel as though I don't make LJ worth having me, also I feel bad cuz I know Sarah reads this and she's the only one.  It's got to be boring for her.  But I don't know how to make more friends on LJ.

   I agree that if you have a boring life, it's your fault.  When I was a kid, I heard a very good saying once:  "If you're bored, it's because you're boring."  Kinda painful, but true.  But I'm bored.

   We went to the Freyburg Fair today, and it was so much fun!  I've never seen steers or horses that big!  They're rears stood higher than my head, and I'm not short!  Jill had a ball (I can just hear her saying "ba! ba!  She always does whenever I use that expression.), and we got Christmas presents for all our parents.  It was nice because Jon usually doesn't like to stay long, but we were there for about three or four hours.  Then we went to go say hi to Ginny, then we came home and Jon made an apple pie.  See, I'm so backward.  I don't like to cook or bake, and Jon does.  And my food (scuse my language) sucks.  Jon's is good.  Hello, I'm the one who put cinnamon in the spaghetti sauce (long story)!

   Anyway, we had fun today, but we really regret letting Jill get so spoiled.  She whines when she wants something, and screams when we tell her no (not always, thank goodness), and though she's still a mostly good little girl, she's spoiled.  I can't wait till we finally settle down.  She needs routine.  I've only just started putting her to bed at 8 again; we had moved it up to 9 just for convenience's sake.  At least she didn't fight it tonight; we'd even gotten lax about that!  But when she screams, the battle usually ends within a week.  And we always win. 

   I'm kind of scared about moving; not the physical act, but because life is going to go on.  And I've come to realize that I really don't want to work.  Like, I knew that before, but especially so since working for Faith and having the pookster with me all day.  I don't like having to ignore her and always scolding her because I can't spend time with her.  I want to stay with my baby.  Also, I want to breastfeed my next kid, and though I should be able to (state laws and such being the way they are), it won't be easy.  And I want to use cloth diapers, but I won't be able to if another person (or a daycare) keeps the kids.  Also, I lose patience easily, and when I'm not around Jill all day, I haven't had a chance to bond, and get frustrated too easy.

   I want to write!  I don't want to work, but I'll probably need to.  I'd love to work at home, but what could I do?

   Oh, I didn't mean to come on here to complain.  Really, I do have a good life.  I'm blessed with a wonderful husband, and pretty good little girl who I get to watch blossom into a little person, and a relatively carefree life.  So why do I complain?

   I wish I had some married friends.  There are so many wonderful things about being married that I can't discuss on here.  Actually, I guess it's not married friends I crave, but friends period.  So I'll just say that I love being married.  The closeness, the shared bed, the love, the child, the good times and bad (though those I could do without), the fact that though I married my best friend, he'll never grow old.  I love Jon so much, I don't know what I'd do without him.

   Anyway, I've been on this laptop so long, I've got that kink in my shoulder I always get whenever I stay at the computer too long (or a cash register).

   Good night, journal.

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   We're in Ginny's apartment for now, but we're going to look around in Connecticut on Saturday.  We're going to look at a church that Jon's heard is really good, so I'm crossing my fingers.  We found an apartment that's only $9something; all the other two-bedroom apts that Jon's looked at have been over $1000, so I think it's a good one.  Anyway, we're getting excited.

   The weather's so beautiful up here!  The trees are just starting to change (they're late this year), and it's been warm but with nice cool breezes.  And the nights are cold.

   I can't type long, just as long as it takes Jon to get dressed.  We're going to the fair.  I've only been to one other, and it was lots of fun.  That's where I rode the bull for 8 seconds (who's the woman?).  Anyway, Jon's brushing his teeth which reminds me that Jill and I need to too.

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   Awww, Sarah,  you shouldn't have!  Thank you for the pics, especially because I have no idea how you did it.  I'm not particularly computer savvy.

   As I said, I'm leaving, but only this house.  We're moving to a smaller house for a year (at the most two) and selling this one in order to climb out of debt.  I'd do almost anything to get out of debt; and it's so easy to get into.  We'd also be able to pay off some on our cars (maybe even pay Jon's off completely!).  There are a couple that we're thinking about, all owned by the church. There's one that I'd prefer over the other, but I'll do whatever it takes.

   I have to confess I'm far from the best teacher.  Josh (one of the guys I work w/ and the new "head" of the camp) took me aside yesterday and today and had to talk to me.  Today, he had to talk to me about being short with the kids and seeming to be stressed.  It's not necessarily that I'm stressed, just tired.  Also, I've really gotten slack on reading my Bible every day and praying.  So I just don't have what it takes to watch these kids.  And I know it won't get better until I give my burdens to God.  The other reason I'm stressed is because I never get to see my pooker (Jill--long story).  But I shouldn't be taking it out on my kids.

   I should really tell my canoeing story.  We went on Saturday, but only barely.  None of our teens except one who's only been there showed up.  He came with mother.  So we rounded up to kids (Daija, 8, and Caleb, 10), plus me and Jon.  We had to have six people at least.  Anyway, we went and had a blast.  Caleb and Micheal tipped five times (the fifth time was mine and Daija's fault--we tipped them), and me and Miss Suzy (Micheal's mom) tipped once.  Anyway, we'd canoe for a while, then slide onto a sand bank and relax, let the kids play in the water, drink a little.  At one of these stops, I was going to throw Daija in and gave my glasses to Caleb.  She changed her mind, so Caleb went to give back my glasses and our hands didn't connect.  The glasses dissapered.  That night, we had Ethan and Sadie (whom I love), and we went to P'cola to get new ones.  We then had to go to Mobile because my prescription is so strong that they couldn't make it there.  So we went to Mobile.  But I like these a lot better than my others; the frames are a whole lot cooler.  Not that I should have lost my others to get cooler frames, but hey, that's my blessing.

  

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