This isn't just another mommy blog, it's my mommy blog. What I will write about will simply depend on my mood. Anything is possible. Along with being a mommy, I am also a wife, a daughter, a sister and a friend. Sometimes I will be serious and sometimes I will try to be funny, but its all in a days work. I love being a mom, its the best "job" one could ever have. Any questions or comments can be emailed to me at pmvincent00@yahoo.com . Thanks for reading!!!







Sunday, October 31, 2010

Bottoms Up!!


In an effort to get back into the swing of things, I have decided to start juicing again.  I haven't been eating very bad (yes I have), but I could also use the extra punch that juicing gives me.  It just makes me feel good, instant energy.  It helps my system work better, my skin, you name it, it  helps.  Plus it also helps me make sure that my kids are getting what they need (as far as raw fruits and veggies go).

So why am I writing about this on my mommy blog?  You will see.

So the other day I start, I go to the store get what I need.  I get home and pull out my juicer, dust it off (I washed it off, it hadn't been used in ages.)  I pull out the fruit and veggies, carrots, apples, beets, celery and a sliver of pineapple, in the juicer they go.  I was actually surprised to see my two year get excited and she waited patiently for her juice.

When I was finished I poured them into three glasses.  My husband won't drink it if it has celery in it, big baby!!  So the two year old is actually drinking it,  I was so excited.  I call the seven year old in and point to his glass.  "Oh, man," he says,  I guess he was having traumatic flashbacks from his younger years where I would juice almost daily.  So he asks if he can drink it outside and mysteriously spills it on himself.  He didn't spill it all and managed to drink most of it and I am pretty sure that he didn't accidently spill it on him.  It is just funny how he comes in the house explaining what happened.  My two year old actually drank all of hers and has been without complaint.  I only wish I would have taken a picture of my seven year old with carrot juice on his face and shirt ;) Better luck next time, I am sure it will happen again.

Hopefully I can keep this up for me and for them.  Bottoms up!!!
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Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Am I A Hoarder?

I got this great urge to clean my house the other day.  A few nights ago a group of girlfriends and I started talking about the show "Hoarders." I haven't seen the show because my husband is too cheap and we only have basic cable.  But that is besides the point.  They were discussing things back and forth about different shows and they people on them.  I guess if you have seen the show, you know what its about. It got me to thinking, am I a hoarder?

No my house is not that bad, at least I don't think it is. I do like to keep things,  in case I need them later.  Things seem to pile up on me, I get overwhelmed by the mess.  I don't like to throw certain things away.  I do like to collect odd things that serve no purpose.  I don't collect trash or anything like that.  Actually looking around my house, I may have a slight case of hoarding.  I keep papers for years and keep every little piece of paper for who knows why.  It kind of drives me crazy.  Things do have a place and I don't have to dig to find things, unless its clothes ;)

I guess the better term for me would be "pack rat". I do admit to that. Even my son is a bit of a "pack rat".

But that ends now, no more keeping things for the sake of just keeping things.  I have got to learn to let go and move on.  If I haven't used it in years or if I haven't used it at all it needs to go.  There is no point in keeping papers for years, its got to go!!

Just talking about that show got me worried, I have got to start cleaning ;)  I don't even want to think for a second that I could become that bad.  I have to stop it now!!
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Friday, October 22, 2010

Apparently That Is Me

Have you ever went into a hospital and saw a really dramatic women there?  You know the one who freaks out over the needles or the IV that they are trying to draw.  Even worse the one who passes out because she looks at the IV.  You know who I am talking about, the over dramatic person who keeps apologizing for her craziness, but keeps acting crazy.  The one that really gives the staff a run for their money, and hopefully a good laugh.

Well, apparently that crazy person is me. 

Thursday morning around 1:00 am, I found myself with excruciating back and abdominal pain. It really was bad.  It had started around 7:00 pm the previous evening and progressively got worse.  I thought it would pass and was determined to wait it out, because I am stubborn.  But, by 1:00 am the pain was so I bad, it was unbearable.  I then decided to go to the emergency room.  I needed some kind of relief.  Besides the fact that I was worried that it might be another kidney infection, or something more serious.

So I drove myself, in pain, to the hospital, checked myself in and then the crazy part.  So I know that they need to draw an IV in order to give me pain medication.  I understand this fully.  But when they came to draw the IV she had trouble threading it and I started to get woozy.  I told the tech that she would just have to take it out.  I think I hurt her feelings.  She then went to the other arm to try to draw on that side and I asked her to wait until I got my bearings back.  She left the room.  I felt really bad, but was afraid of fainting.  Yes I am one of those. Well, I wasn't yelling and screaming from the pain, I'm too tough for that, its just the other stuff.

So the doctor comes in trying to trick me and starts asking me a lot of questions while another tech comes in acting like she is just "looking".  She gets the IV drawn and I glance at the IV and then the room started to close in.  I was lying down and was about to faint.  They laid me back with my feet elevated and the doctor is fanning me.  Yes, it was even funnier in person.  I was embarrassed.  I didn't completely pass out, but came close. I kept apologizing for my craziness.  I kept saying, I'm usually not like this.  I am sure that they have heard it all.  After that I got some pain medicine and was a happy camper or a drowsy camper.  They didn't have much trouble with me after that, except for the numerous questions that I kept asking.

Come to find out I was dehydrated and some other minor things that you really don't want to know.  She said that it also looked like I had some kind of virus that could have been what was causing my pain.

So an eventful morning of my craziness and soon I will get a wonderful doctor bill.  Go me!!!

At least it was nothing serious.  I am such a drama queen!!! I could take the pain but not the needles. Hopefully I made the staff at the hospital have a more eventful morning, it was really quiet before I got there ;)
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Wednesday, October 20, 2010

You Made A What??

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Once again I am the worst mommy.  A few weeks ago, my son came home with a "C" on a math test and I literally went ballistic.  He is smart, too smart and he made a "C".  Yes, I was upset, really upset. We studied the week before and even the night before and he knew everything.

This is the problem with my 7 year old.  He rushes and makes careless mistakes, that is what makes me angry. He is not a "C" student, he is an "A" student.  If he was a "C" student then and "C" would not be a problem.  But he doesn't struggle with his work.  He gets it and understands it right away.  Just when he is taking the test he rushes and he doesn't check over his work.  He rushes because he gets awarded for getting his work done and then gets to play with his friends. So I am stuck with the task of being the disciplinarian because my husband doesn't think a "C" is bad.  Well its not if he is a "C" student.

I understand now why my parents pushed me.  As parents we want our children to live up to their potential.  If he was struggling and having problems with his work, then a "C" would not be a problem.  But when he doesn't want to study and acts like he know and makes a "C" then we have a problem.  I want him to live up to his potential and will push him anyway I can to get him to where he needs to be.

My only question, am I being to hard on him???
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Monday, October 18, 2010

My Doctor's Appointment


(TMI DISCLAIMER!!!!)

I had a doctors appointment first thing this morning at 8:00 am.  I had forgotten about the appointment till I was reminded late Friday evening.  This morning I am rushing, I am tired, but I have to get my 7 year to school and then myself to my appointment, which is on the other side of town.  Running late as usual, and since I didn't remember about the appointment the previous week I had to send an email to my work to let them know that I would be a little late coming in.  I am thinking this is just a quick check up, so I should be in and out. No problem.

The appointment was with my dermatologist.  I had a very small atypical mole removed on my stomach about three months ago and they just wanted a recheck.  So I am thinking he will quickly check the area and then I am done.  No problem.  Well, it didn't quite go that way.  Because the mole was "atypical" meaning it wasn't cancerous or even precancerous, it just wasn't normal, they had to do a whole body check (it wasn't as bad as it sounds, but I will spare you the details).  Lucky me!!

Seriously, I was not prepared for this, luckily my undies had no holes in them ;)  But I would have least shaved my legs.  Today was definitely not a dress day.  I know, I know he has probably seen worse, but I didn't want to be the worst today.  Luckily I was one of his first appointments, so hopefully I was worsted out by someone else.

I just sat in the room waiting in my designer gown and laughing, this is what I get.  It was funny, I should have known better.

So the appointment took longer then I had anticipated and I was later for work then I wanted to be. But all went well except for my pride. 

Lesson learned be prepared and expect the unexpected at next doctors appointment.  You never know what will happen. And there is no such thing as a quick check.
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Friday, October 15, 2010

Always a Price To Pay


So you all know about my "girlie" quest. Well, I have invested in a few pairs of really cute shoes. Well, the truth is they were on clearance and I found them really cheap so I had to buy them, other than that I would be wearing my flip flops or sneakers. I also have a few pairs from back in my "girlie days" you know before the kids came along.

So at work today I am walking around in another pair of my cute shoes, they are literally killing my feet. So I'm wondering why such cute shoes have to be so painful? I mean seriously, the only reason I can wear these to work is because I sit at a desk all day (most of the day). Sometimes I run around the the office with no shoes, because they hurt so much.

Why is there always a price to pay to look cute, or to try to look cute ? I spend more time adjusting my shoes then actually walking in them. What is the point when your feet have band aids and blisters all over them? Why am I doing this to myself? I must be crazy!!!

You have to starve to be thin, workout to get fit. Actually fix your hair to look presentable. I hate having to make sure my clothes match and my shoes match my purse, or my outfit.

Maybe I should just accept the fact that I am not cut out for this and go back to my flats and baggy clothes. My ponytails and mismatched clothes.

Oh these shoes, I would throw them out but they are so darn cute!!!
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Thursday, October 14, 2010

Boycotting

Apparently my two year has decided to boycott the potty and her naps.  She has outright refused to use the potty for the past two days and hasn't taken a nap all week.  The other morning she woke up and said "I need to potty."  So I said, "Well lets go use the potty."  She answered, "no, I no want use potty." On top of that she gets so miserable in the evenings because she is so tired.  I just finished listening to her screaming and hollering for nothing because she was beyond tired and didn't want to go to sleep.  She is sleeping now, finally.

As for the potty, it seems no amount of currency will change her mind, not even M&M's.  I tried to bribe her the other day with M&M's and she simply said, "no!" I guess maybe she is not ready, or maybe she is just lazy.  I can't decide.  She did go a few times today, when she was literally placed on the potty. 

What is a mommy to do?  This chick is really a challenge.  A strong will, mind of her own.  I really thought we were making progress, obviously I was wrong.

So she is too big for naps, but too little for the potty. 

To bad I can't boycott being a mommy, just for a day.  Just a thought ;)
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Monday, October 11, 2010

Deja Vu


You know its bad when you start dreaming about work.  I guess maybe before going to be last night I must have started thinking about work and what was on my desk preparing myself for the day ahead of me.  Usually I try not to think about work at all.  Some days I just hate my job, but then again who doesn't.

So I had this dream last night that I am at work.   Don't you hate when you dream it really feels real, so instead of having really cool and exciting dreams I am dreaming of a place where I have to spend the entire day at.  Like working there isn't enough, I have to dream about it too.  As you can tell I really feel cheated, I don't want to dream about work.

Anyway back to my dream.  So in my dream I am at my desk and the phone rings, so I answer it.  It is my boss and he is telling me to make sure that I get him something for lunch.  Well in my dream I must have been psychic because I already had his food ready for him when he got in.  In my dream I told him that it was already there, I was praised for being so efficient, now I know I was dreaming.

Well, today at work I am sitting at my desk and the phone rings.  It is my boss.  He called to make sure that we ordered him lunch.  I am like wait a minute.  As you can see my job is really exciting.

I seriously spend way too much time at this place,  I really need a vacation.  Usually I day dream at work, but rarely have dreams about work.
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Thursday, October 7, 2010

Cutting Down Trees

That is what is sounds like right now, as my husband is sleeping and I am writing this post.  Its loud, obnoxious and makes me want to beat him in his sleep.  He is a snorer.  A bad one at that. (Hope he doesn't read this post).

Every night as soon as he falls asleep it starts.  I literally have to yell at him and beat him to stop.  Its a pain I know, but I signed a contract, for better or worse, for richer or snorer ( I mean poorer).  I know he can't help it, but that doesn't help me much when I have to get up early too.  When it wakes my up in the middle of the night, or when I can't fall asleep because it is so loud.  I try to fall asleep quickly before it begins and hopefully it won't wake me up. But it doesn't always work out that way.

I know, I have my own annoying little habits, but we are not talking about me right now, are we?  Well I will admit that one time when I was pregnant with my son, I woke myself up I was snoring so loud. My husband was looking at me laughing, we were watching a movie and I feel asleep. That is usually the only time I snore, when I am pregnant.  At least that is all I will fess up to;)

It is finally quiet now, let me get to bed before he starts cutting down trees again!!
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Wednesday, October 6, 2010

My 1st Blogger Award


This is so awesome.  This weekend I received my first award as a blogger from an extremely talented fellow blogger for my blogs Walking By Faith, Even When I Cannot See and Confessions of a Crazy Mommy.  I am honored and so excited.  The most awesome part is that the person that passed this award to me lives on the other side of the world.  How cool is that???

She has quite a few amazing blogs, her blogger name is Syracuse Pike and her blogs are:

It is awesome to have your blog read by people who live in the same country as you, but when someone from another country is reading what you write, on the other side of the world.  Well it leaves me a little lost for words.

So I am supposed to list 7 things about myself before passing this award along.  Here goes:

1.  I am afraid of the dark, seriously;
2. I am my own worst critic;
3.  I have two amazing kids that never cease to amaze me;
4.  I get discouraged easily;
5. I am extremely impatient;
6. I have a really hard time keeping my mouth shut, it gets me into a lot of trouble; and
7.  I love to write, it is one of my greatest passions!!!

Well that is it, lame I know, its late.

But who to pass it onto is the question.

The truth is each and every blog that I follow, I love.  Each and every one is unique and amazing in a different way.  Each blogger has a passion and has stepped our of their world into this blogger world to share their stories, lives and passions.  I am honored just to have stumbled onto this world and share my life with you.
So, I guess I will list my top five in no particular order, here goes:
1. Eat My Dessert First http://www.eatmydessertfirst.com/
3. Food4Thought Ministries- http://woman4virtue.blogspot.com/

oh and one more

If I had the room I would list all of the blogs that I follow, really I would, they are all amazing, each unique. But above are the ones that inspire me the most.  Please check these out and the others on my blog list.

Thanks again blogger world!!!

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

So Pitiful

I hate when my kids get sick.  I feel so helpless.  There isn't much you can do but try to make them comfortable, give them lots of liquids and hold them lots. And who can forget lots of hugs and kisses.

The past few days my 2 year old has been a bit under the weather.  It is so pitiful.  She isn't really grumpy or anything, with the exception that she cries for everything.  Her voice is really raspy.  She is really congested. As soon as the weather changed I could hear it in her voice.  She doesn't fell so good but still wants to play. 

It happens in spurts.  One minute she is dancing around, the next she is taking a break lying on the floor.  She wants to go outside and play, but even that only last a little while. She doesn't seem to know what she wants, but I guess that isn't just because she is sick, that is most of the time.

She doesn't eat as much when she is sick, which makes me feel really bad.  All I can do is wait it out.

She is sleeping right now, so things are quiet and calm.  I am starting to think that she may be using this little cold to her advantage.  She is quite smart you know.

My little baby, I hope she feels better soon !!

Monday, October 4, 2010

I Can't Win


Well I have been on a little quest to become more "girlie".  No particular reason, just trying to fell better about myself.  So today, here goes.

Today wasn't off to too bad of a start.  I didn't have a good hair day, but that is typical.  I wore my heels, not the wedges like I usually wear, I am getting brave. I can't really walk in high heels, but I try, it sounds like a horse is coming because I am so spastic and uncoordinated, go me!! 

Well I was off to a pretty good start.  Work went by ok, which typically means  that I got through it.  So on my way home I realize that I have to stop at the grocery store.  I always have to stop the  grocery store, I should buy stock.  Well my shoes aren't the easiest to walk in.  So why wear them you ask?  I like to feel tall, I'm about 5'7 1/2"  so with my heels Iam a good 5'10", it gives the illusion that I am thinner and plus it makes me stand up straighter and it makes me feel more "girlie". 

So as I am walking through the store I am literally praying that God does not  let me fall and embarrass myself in front of all of these people.  By this time my feet are killing me.  But beauty feels no pain, right?? Whatever, anyway I was walking though the store and find a tear in my new purse.  It wasn't like that when I bought it,  I must have snagged it on something, of course.  And my favorite sunglasses broke,  I can still wear them but they have an obvious crack around the lenses, actually a split.  I only paid like 3 bucks for them, but they are really cute. Not anymore.  Finally I am finished at the grocery store. 

So after all of this I decided to treat myself to Starbucks.  I was really careful, afraid that I might spill it on me with afternoon that I was having.  I didn't spill it , but I burnt my tongue drinking it, yeah, go me!!

Oh, you want to hear something really girlie.  A weeks ago when I was getting ready for church I nicked my leg shaving and all I had were Scooby Doo band aids.  It looked really nice with my dressy dress and dressy black wedge shoes ;)

I can't win!! Well, all I can do is look back at everything and laugh!! I enjoy all the little things that go wrong, it makes me really appreciate when things go right.  It could be worse.  But if everything went perfect then I wouldn't be me ;)  And I wouldn't have anything to write about ;)  Sorry for being all over the place this evening, just the perfect ending to another imperfect day!!!
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Saturday, October 2, 2010

Impressive

Yesterday, we had Thai for lunch again, same restaraunt as the last time.   My two year old wasn't really feeling herself.  She has  been dealing with allergies all week and seemed a little run down.  Thinking she wouldn't remember the last time we ate there, I fixed her plate and got her fork out.  

Suddenly and without warning, she spotted a set of chopsticks and literattley threw the fork to the other side of the table.  With excitement in her eyes, she grabbed the chopsticks as if saying  " I remember this place, I get to eat with sticks."  

The funny part is, she dropped one of her chopsticks, so she then proceeded to eat her meal with one chopstick.  Refusing her fork once again. She twirled her Pad Thai on her one chopstick and literally ate her entire plate that way. 

She then got a little tired so I started to feed her, of course with the chopsticks (I am not allow to feed her with a fork at this place.)  I grabbed another chopstick off the table and started to feed her.  She got her second wind and grabbed the chopsticks from me.  She then started to pick up the food and eat, with two chopsticks.  She did a really good job. They were not tied together this time either.  It was so impressive that the waitress who was Thai, asked how old she was because she was doing such a good job.

It didn't last long, but at this rate she will be a master at chopsticks before long.

Impressive and she wasn't feeling good.  My baby!!!  I only wish that I would have had my camera to capture it.
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Friday, October 1, 2010

Are You Talking About My Child?

I was talking to my sons teachers the other day while picking him up from school.  I wanted to make sure that he wasn't giving them any trouble and trying to see if there was anything that needed to be addressed.  They replied that he is such a pleasure to teach.  He is quiet, polite and very helpful.  I was taken back for a minute and almost asked "are you talking about my child?"  Since his school is very small I figured they didn't have him confused with another child, but still wondered in the back of my mind.

It reminded me when I was little.  I was the perfect child, when my parents were not around.  I remember my parents also being in shock when they were told that I was obedient, polite and helpful.  As if they were talking about another child.  My parents would laugh about it all of the time.

Like my son, I also drove my parents nuts.  Not listening, fighting with my brother and sister or whatever else the case may be.  I bet my parents wished that they could trade their me for other peoples me.  You know the "good one".

It funny how our kids are usually really good for other people, not so much for us.  My son drives me absolutely crazy sometimes, but he is an angel for other people.  He listens, does as he is told, understands right away.  When he is me, I might as well be talking to the wall.

I am proud, that people are impressed by him.  I am proud that he is polite , quiet and very helpful.  That means that even though he is not like that with me, that I have raised him right.  At least he knows how to act in public. 

As for the two year old.  I'm not so sure, she is a little more difficult and has a mind of her own.  With her I don't think I will be asking, "are you talking about my child?"  I might say, "not my child again."  ;)  Hopefully she will turn out as good as her brother, only time will tell.

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