February 21, 2013


I came across this little blurb about Introverts and, since I am one, I of course found it interesting.  Thus, I had to share.   It's '10 Myths About Introverts'...

Myth #1 – Introverts don’t like to talk.
This is not true. Introverts just don’t talk unless they have something to say. They hate small talk. Get an introvert talking about something they are interested in, and they won’t shut up for days.
Myth #2 – Introverts are shy.
Shyness has nothing to do with being an Introvert. Introverts are not necessarily afraid of people. What they need is a reason to interact. They don’t interact for the sake of interacting. If you want to talk to an Introvert, just start talking. Don’t worry about being polite.
Myth #3 – Introverts are rude.
Introverts often don’t see a reason for beating around the bush with social pleasantries. They want everyone to just be real and honest. Unfortunately, this is not acceptable in most settings, so Introverts can feel a lot of pressure to fit in, which they find exhausting.
Myth #4 – Introverts don’t like people.
On the contrary, Introverts intensely value the few friends they have. They can count their close friends on one hand. If you are lucky enough for an introvert to consider you a friend, you probably have a loyal ally for life. Once you have earned their respect as being a person of substance, you’re in.
Myth #5 – Introverts don’t like to go out in public.
Nonsense. Introverts just don’t like to go out in public FOR AS LONG. They also like to avoid the complications that are involved in public activities. They take in data and experiences very quickly, and as a result, don’t need to be there for long to “get it.” They’re ready to go home, recharge, and process it all. In fact, recharging is absolutely crucial for Introverts.
Myth #6 – Introverts always want to be alone.
Introverts are perfectly comfortable with their own thoughts. They think a lot. They daydream. They like to have problems to work on, puzzles to solve. But they can also get incredibly lonely if they don’t have anyone to share their discoveries with. They crave an authentic and sincere connection with ONE PERSON at a time.
Myth #7 – Introverts are weird.
Introverts are often individualists. They don’t follow the crowd. They’d prefer to be valued for their novel ways of living. They think for themselves and because of that, they often challenge the norm. They don’t make most decisions based on what is popular or trendy.
Myth #8 – Introverts are aloof nerds.
Introverts are people who primarily look inward, paying close attention to their thoughts and emotions. It’s not that they are incapable of paying attention to what is going on around them, it’s just that their inner world is much more stimulating and rewarding to them.
Myth #9 – Introverts don’t know how to relax and have fun.
Introverts typically relax at home or in nature, not in busy public places. Introverts are not thrill seekers and adrenaline junkies. If there is too much talking and noise going on, they shut down. Their brains are too sensitive to the neurotransmitter called Dopamine. Introverts and Extroverts have different dominant neuro-pathways. Just look it up.
Myth #10 – Introverts can fix themselves and become Extroverts.
A world without Introverts would be a world with few scientists, musicians, artists, poets, filmmakers, doctors, mathematicians, writers, and philosophers. That being said, there are still plenty of techniques an Extrovert can learn in order to interact with Introverts. (Yes, I reversed these two terms on purpose to show you how biased our society is.) Introverts cannot “fix themselves” and deserve respect for their natural temperament and contributions to the human race. In fact, one study (Silverman, 1986) showed that the percentage of Introverts increases with IQ.

I copy and pasted from this site  in case you would like to go check out the whole thing and to also explain why it has a black background.   

Also, there is This test from HumanMetrics.  Just answer 75 yes or no questions and it will give you your personality code. The four letters tell you whether you are...Introverted or Extroverted.  Intuitive or Sensing.  Thinking or Feeling.  Judging or Perceiving.

It will also tell you your percentage of one over the other.  I tested as INTJ.  Introverted, Intuitive, Thinking, Judging.  My biggest percentage difference was between Introvert and Extrovert a difference of 78%.  My closest was between Thinking and Feeling a difference of only 1%.  The other two were floating around the 30-ish% mark.   

So those of you that think I am weird or rude or flake out on plans too often, hopefully this will help explain why I am that way.  I've always thought of myself as an extroverted Introvert.  I like to travel and see new things and have fun with other people.  I guess it's just that 22% difference trying to get out that explains my extroverted tendencies.  But I am happy to get home and get comfy and lay in bed and read a book.  I like being an Introvert.  I like my own little bubble of life, I'm comfortable and happy in there.  

Jasey is completely opposite.  He is as much of an Extrovert as I am an Introvert, but it works for us.  Could you imagine if we were both Introverts and we were both home all the time?  

I would kill him.  

I can't even imagine being an Extrovert so I can't come up with any fun puny things to say about it.  But I'm sure it too would end in the demise of one of us, or at least a whole lot of fighting and a divorce.  And that is just no fun.

So, even though we sometimes get annoyed with how the other spends their time it works for us and we are happy.  As promised in our vows we respect and accept the people we are and realize that our ways are not the only way.  

So go check out your personality type are and accept who you are, no matter what it is!

Today I am thankful for the past long weekend and the fact that it is already Thursday.  I wish all weeks were like this!

February 20, 2013

Loving My Kirby...

Today is 'Love Your Pet Day'.  What better day to talk about our Kirby Dirby than today?

Jasey always wanted a dog.  I wanted a baby.  Our compromise was to get a dog when we had a baby.  So about half way through being pregnant with AJ we started looking for a four legged baby as well.  It was the first dog for both of us so we had a lot of researching to do and decisions to make.  Puppy, young adult or older?  Pure breed or mix?  Rescue or breeder?

We decided on a pure breed puppy from a breeder.  We knew we didn't want a small dog and of course we wanted something that would be good with kids.  We decided on a Boxer, we liked the size and the temperament and the short hair.  There are so many family dogs that have hair for days...not what I wanted when we'd be adding a newborn to the household soon.  We found someone that bred Boxers and Labs and was planning a litter soon with a Flashy Fawn and a Brindle.  Awesome we loved the Flashy markings!   She wasn't planning the Boxer litter for a few more months, though.  So it would be at least 6 or 8 months before we'd be able to bring a boxer puppy home from her.

Then wouldn't you know it when we contacted her she tells us she actually has a couple litters due in a few weeks, of Labs.  One yellow female (with yellow male) and one black female (with chocolate male) both due within a few days of each other.  The timing was perfect and Labs were on our original list so we talked about it a little bit more and decided to get our names on the list for a male Labrador Retriever.

This is one of the pictures the breeder sent us before we took Kirby home.  I'm not absolutely certain but if I had to guess I'd say Kirby is the one on the left.  He was the biggest of the 3 blacks.  The stance of the one in the middle is all wrong for Kirby and the front feet of the one sitting are too wide and turned out.

February 8, 2007 our first baby was born with 4 brothers and sisters.  A litter of 3 blacks and 2 chocolates.  (and only a day after the yellow litter was born) We saw him for the first time in person at about 6 weeks.  He weighed 16 pounds and tried to take a bite out of my big toe.  When I picked him up just under two weeks later he weighed 21 pounds.  If the toe biting didn't tell me what was in store for us then the 5 pound weight gain in 2 weeks should have really clued me in.  But I had a warm, furry puppy to cloud my brain and give me the baby cuddles I'd been waiting on and wanting for the previous 8 months.

Wasn't he so cute and tiny!?!?!?!  I think so too.  

That first night Jasey had a late night with work and school so at 10 at night I took him out before going to bed.  Instead of peeing like he was supposed to be doing he was sitting there staring at the crazy 8 months pregnant lady standing in her front yard crying.  I didn't even make it 24 hours before breaking down and second guessing our decision.  What was I thinking!?!?!  I was about to have a baby and I knew nothing about raising a dog!!  

But just over a month later, having never been a dog person but I was already in love with this little goofball.   (the mommy inflicted 'cape' is the blanket from his litter which he still has) (and yes, that is my very pregnant belly in the foreground)

When we got home from the hospital Kirby weighed in at 40 pounds, up almost 20 pounds in just over a month.  Oh boy!  AJ and Kirby were fast friends.  I was a little weary and cautious but didn't try and keep them separated.  They were going to grow up together might as well let them get used to each other.

And grow up they did.

Then another two legged baby showed up.  Jasey tried to convince me that meant we needed another dog but I don't think either of us were really ready for that.  Although it almost happened a couple times.  Kirby loved having a new baby around and I guess she tasted yummy cause he got licks in whenever possible.  I don't think he was more protective of Ryan but he definitely seemed to worry about her more.  If she cried he sat by her and kind of looked at us like 'hey, why aren't you doing anything about this?'  I think a lot of it was that he was a few years old by this time instead of just a few months old himself when we brought AJ home.  Either way he loved them both.  

He even liked to play ball with her.  She just wouldn't cooperate.  "What is she like 3 months old? Jeez, I could play ball at 3 months."

I love the picture sequence below.  He thinks he's being so sneaky.  :)

Like any kid he can annoy the absolute crap out of me but I still love him and think he is the cutest thing around.  

He has definitely made a place for himself in our family.  I couldn't imagine The Campbell Clan without him.  It makes me sad to think that he is already considered a senior in years when to me he is still a puppy, our puppy.

He loves to play and will chase any ball (they are his favorite toy) as long as you throw it.  He snores and has the cutest puppy dreams.  He is the smartest, and at times the dumbest, dog you will ever meet.  Though I'm pretty sure he's just pretending to be dumb when he doesn't want to do something. Which makes him smart and crafty.  He is a protector, best friend and foot warmer.  He is a true water dog, loves to swim and play in the hose.  He chases squirrels, ducks and cats.  It cracks me up, unless I'm not expecting it and the leash goes flying out of my hand.  He has no desire to wander to far from us and will come running back as soon as we call him.  He is such a loving dog, he loves people and will lick you to death if you pet him.  He answers to Kirby, Kirb, Bur, Burby, Dirby, Dirb, Goofball and Doofus Face.  

I still think he's pretty cute.  ;)

Today I am thankful that have such a great addition to our family.  He has opened my heart even more over the years.  

February 18, 2013

Disappointment and Love...

No, it's not what you are thinking.

I've been disappointed in myself in the blogging department lately.  I haven't been saying hello much in the past couple weeks and when I am here I'm only putting out sub-standard and blah posts.  

I apologize.

Even though I still have a whole list of fun post ideas and lots of little ever present crazy ideas in my head I have not taken the time to sit down and dedicate myself to any of them.

I said I'm sorry.  Jeez!

That's the disappointment.

Here's the little bit of love.

I am totally in love with a fabric from Harmony Art.  Harmony creates organic and fair trade textiles.  I've had my eye on her 10 Flowers design for a couple years now.  In the most simple words, 'It makes me happy'.  There is just something about this design that brightens up my mind and my heart.

Sadly I have yet to (be able to) purchase any, which also puts my fabric addiction into a tail spin.  I must acquire some of this fabric!  I feel as though my life depends on it!

I have to look at the picture of the fabric, with it's happy, endorphin spreading capabilities, just to calm myself down.

It's a terrible cycle.

I'm sure you are interested in seeing a picture now right?  Here it is so you can check it out, know what I'm going on about and I can spread the '10 Flowers' love.

If anyone is feeling generous and wants to send me a yard or two of this fabric I would not object. I would also probably weep with happiness when I saw it so make sure it's wrapped in plastic first.

Work through the disappointment and spread the love!

I am thankful to have both my kids home on this chilly day, so I can cuddle them and be cozy, toasty.

February 08, 2013

A Little Bit O' Fun...

Someone posted this on Facebook.  I asked them to give me an age and then I would blog it.  I don't do much posting on Facebook and I try not to post anything too long.  If it's more than a couple lines it is blog material to me and I don't want to repeat myself all over the place.  That's probably why I never post anything on my Twitter or Instagram accounts, I will occasionally think 'I should check that more' but never do.  (If I'm supposed to put a little trademark signs or something then please forgive me, I would have done it)  I also would like to take this moment to say that I do not 'like' things on FB or any other social network for that matter.  It does not mean that I don't like whatever you have posted, I just don't 'like' things.   Also, I know I could have made this shorter and more to the point but I am a rambler, so, moving on...

I was given the age of '22' by Cindy.  A very good and very fun age for me.  So here goes...

At 22...
I lived - the first part of the year I had just moved from WPB living with my mom to Oviedo, FL with my cat Katze (she was awesome)  I miss her :(  I was in a three bedroom house with two other girls, one had a dog the other had a cat as well.  About half way through the year I started driving to Atlanta every couple weeks then eventually packed up my room and moved there.  I 'lived' (all of my stuff was there anyway) in a little, stand alone 'apartment' behind a house in an older neighborhood in the middle of Atlanta where I was, seriously, the only white person around.  I really liked that little place and all the neighbors knew me and were really nice.  Though all of my stuff was in the apartment, a lot of the time I stayed at my brother's house just south of the city.  It was warmer there.  I had an old space heater at my place, which probably would have caught fire, even if it was off...and unplugged.

I was dating - In Oviedo, I met B through some mutual friends I think the first weekend after I had moved into town.  He lived about 45 minutes away so we usually only saw each other on weekends.  We never called it a relationship, we were both at the age of 'I'm going to find myself' and whatnot.  We were both Aquarius', our birthdays were a week apart, same year...a little too alike at times.  We were close and there were feelings but not the right kind, it was hard on both of us.  I went on a few other dates in Oviedo but nothing memorable.  In Atlanta, I was seeing two guys G and R.  B and I would still hang out when we could get together, and I reconnected with someone from my past.  (yes at 22 I had a past) (and yes I am well aware of what this sounds like)  I told you 22 was a fun age!  :)  To top it off both of the guys in Atlanta were still technically married.  Now before you go calling me a home wrecker both of them told me that they were divorced and I did not know until a couple months down the road that that was not entirely true and they were only separated.  I stopped seeing both of them when I found out.

I drove - a White, '95, Chevy S-10 pick-up truck.  It had an extended cab with the two little folding jump seats in the back.  Manual locks and windows, just how I like cars, I'm not too keen on all this power stuff.  I loved that thing and had it for about 10 years.  I drove that thing all over the place.  It had gone from Key West to Tennessee to the Outer Banks.  I would have driven further but ended up flying to those places.  It was my second car.  I'm actually only on car number 3 now, I tend to hang on to cars.

I feared - I don't think at that time I feared anything.  I knew it was a possibility that something could happen to me on all my excursions and I didn't want my mom or anyone to have to go through that but as far as my life went it was just me so there wasn't much to worry about.  Though if I had to pick a fear it would have been that I wouldn't be able to have kids.  Not that I would never meet someone, I was confident I could do that ;) I was worried that when the time came I would be unable to get pregnant.  It was all I every wanted.

I worked - In Oviedo I had short stints as an associate at Bath and Body Works and also as a server at an Italian restaurant.  I already knew before either one of these jobs that I would not like to be in retail or service and they both proved me correct.  After that I got a job at a daycare center and was placed in the younger 1's room.  I got the ones that were 12-18 months.  Not long after starting most of them moved to the older 1's room and I moved with them.  They were my buddies I wanted to stay with them.  That also moved me into the room with Sarah, the other teacher.  We butted heads when I first started but we are still friends now, even though she lives across the country and I haven't seen her in years!  I loved that job and can still remember the kids names and all their little quirks.  Atlanta, I had moved there to help my brother and his partners open their restaurant.  I helped with the build-out and the construction and then when the restaurant opened I worked in the kitchen.  After a little while they decided to open another restaurant so I helped with that build-out too.  So child care and construction, that's what I did in my 22nd year.

I wanted to be - a mom, plain and simple.  It really is all I ever wanted to be.  I went to school a few times, at a few different schools but it never stuck.  I had no ambition to get a degree.  There were other things that I thought I'd be good but nothing that made me want to get it done.  Actually at this time I did drive from Atlanta to Orlando a few times to audition at Disney.  I usually auditioned for the cruise line or Tokyo Disney, etc.  Something that would get me out and about.  Sadly I was never chosen.  They usually only had a couple spots open and there were always girls there who had already done Disney stuff.  Also, in a room of 50 girls I was always in the tallest 5 or so.  I think, especially for the Tokyo thing (which would have been amazing!)  I was simply too tall.  Unless they were doing a Godzilla theme, which isn't very Disney.  At least I can say I tried.  Dancing was still second to mommyhood though.  That is really what I wanted.


At 33...
I live - in an Apartment/Townhouse in Boca Raton with my husband, son, daughter and our Black Lab, Kirby.  We own a place in Jupiter but rent it out and haven't lived there in a couple years, it was our first home as a family.  We love where we are living now, though!

I date - my husband of 7 years.  He's really cute :)  He's my High School sweetheart too.

I drive - a Green-ish 2005 Honda Pilot.  WIth plenty of room for the kids and the big 'ole dog in the back.  It has been all over the place as well, to the Keys, camping and up to DC.  We also have a red 2001(?) Jeep Wrangler.  I've always wanted a Wrangler.  I love driving it!

I fear - for my children.  I still don't worry about me so much.  I'm not reckless but I'm ok with me and what could happen.  I am worried about how it will affect the kids, but I think they'd be ok.  I am not ok with all the terrible things that could happen to my kids.  I have gone over so many different scenarios in my head from natural disaster to the more tragic and personal things and how I think I could/would handle them.  I of course don't want to ever want to find out for real.  It does scare the shit out of me.

I work - for my kids.  I'm a SAHM (stay at home mom).  Just like I always hoped I would.  Though the  young one will be heading off to school soon, so I'm prepping myself for having to get back in the work force.  Maybe that's why I started biting my nails again.

I want to be - the best version of me I can.  I don't want to be perfect and I don't want to be great.  I just want to be me...only thinner.

I am grateful for my past, it made me who I am, and that is someone and something I am proud of today.

February 06, 2013


As you know I was going to write my 100th post on my birthday and that fell through.  I had to come up with a new plan.  Then last night, while helping AJ with his homework, my brain finally re-engaged and I realized something.  Today is AJ's 100th day of school!  All his homework was about 100.  A poem about 100 things with 100 words.  Skip counting by 5s and 10s to 100.  And of course their 100 days celebration today at school, which he has to write about his favorite part for homework tonight.

I realized that this was more 'even, neat and clean' than my 100th post birthday idea.  And we all know I'm a sucker for 'even, neat and clean'.

If I were the South Florida Fair this would have been my 100th year.  If I were a Chinese baby I'd be 100 days old and getting my name today.  If I were a talk show host, to celebrate my 100th episode, there would be balloons falling from the ceiling and I'd be sending you all off on a trip somewhere great.  If it were my 100th wedding anniversary I'd be getting a 10 karat diamond (Can't wait for that day! Too bad I'm not going to live that long)  Heck, if I was AJ I'd be making 100 Days Trail Mix at school.

Alas, I am me and I am writing this post.  My 100th post.

I didn't go to the fair.  I'm not Chinese. I don't have the money to send you all anywhere (let alone myself) and I certainly don't have the money for a 10K diamond.  (not sure which of the last two would cost more) I could make you all trail mix but then I'd just have a bunch of baggies sitting on my counter and I'm sure I'd eat it all before I saw you again.

I was going to type of a list of 100 things I am grateful for but it would have turned into a list of family and friends since there are so many. (I'd be almost to 100 with just the family) And then what if someone was forgotten or it ended up to be more than 100, that's just awkward.  Or just under, then I would have a couple random 'things' on my list of 'people' and thats kind of odd too.  (please see 'even, neat and clean' reference above)  Mostly though, that would just be a really long list/post and I don't want to subject you all to that kind of torture.

On my list of suggestions was 'What is means to be a Floridian' which is what I was going to make my birthday 100th post about, being as I'm a Floridian.  That doesn't quite follow in the 100's theme that I have going on now, and other than the 100th year of the SF Fair thing, there isn't anything glaringly obvious to join the two together.  Also, the South Florida Fair is certainly not the first thing that comes to mind when I think about being a Floridian.  So I will save the Floridian post for another day.

So that just leaves this useless, rambling post where I type 100 here and there.  See...

(here) 100

                                                                                                                     (there) 100

Just a little Dr. S humor for you.  Oh, oh, oh that would be a great Bunko theme.  Dr Seuss.  Someone make a note of that!  Cindy it follows your last theme.  ;)

And since I haven't written it in a couple lines.  100.

Now if I have counted correctly I have written '100' twenty-five times.  Which is a nice way to keep it 'even, neat and clean'.  In my peculiar way of thinking, anyway.  Just call me 'Wakko'.  hehehe

Today I am thankful for all of the family and friends that I decided not to write in a list for this post.  It's everyone reading this and so many more. 

February 05, 2013

The Weekend...

There is a new plan!!!

But for me to make this plan work I will now have to bore you with the recap of my weekend.  After that it's smooth sailing.  (As long as I remember to continue and complete the plan tomorrow.)

Are you confused yet?  Yeah, me too.

My last post promised a recap of our 7th Anniversary Date Night Extravaganza!  I just now added the Extravaganza! portion of the recap but I figured it might make it more worth your while for being here.

Lets all move to the edge of our seats, that'll help too.

Who am I kidding...I had a great time.

The start of the day was a little rocky but everything can't be perfect.  I went to yoga and Jasey's mom came down to visit for a little bit.  We went to the gym, the kids area was only open for part of the day so we weren't there long.  Then, took the kids to the park before heading home and getting ready.  I know none of that sounds rocky but I am sparing you the details of timing issues, misunderstandings and brief lacks in logical thinking.  Sometimes it was me, sometimes it was him but mostly it was the clash of Venus and Mars which, as we know, is the basis of all male/female disagreements.  But that is a whole other post!  (I'll put it on my list)  Marshall came over to watch the kids for a little while until mom could get there for the rest of the night.

We decided to do everything in the same are so that we didn't have to drive from place to place.  Our first stop.  Massages.  The last massage I'd had was last year just after Mother's Day.  Not bad but before that it had been years!  I usually don't talk to the person, I think it helps me not feel guilty that I'm laying there while they are working, I also do that when I get a hair cut or something.  But this lady and I just started talking and did so the whole time.  It was a very nice massage and oh my goodness, the table, it was heated!  It was so warm and toasty I could have gone to sleep right there.  I did not want to get up.  But it was time to move on.

We took a little block and a half stroll to out next destination.  Dinner.  A little hole in the wall sushi place with great reviews.  Seriously the place is tiny.  There are about 5 two seaters inside with a 3 or 4 seat bar.  Outside there are about 8 or 10 more tables, most of them two seaters.   You have to walk through part of the kitchen to get to the restrooms.   I had a Kirin and Jasey ordered sake.  We sat outside at this tiny little table and after ordering 5 rolls between the two of us every inch of our table was covered with food.  It was like Japanese Tetris.  We both love sushi but don't get to eat it very often, so we made up for it by eating every last piece of sushi on our table.  It was so good, I could have eaten more but I know I would have really regretted it later.  Bonus, we had some entertaining people at a nearby table to eavesdrop on.

Up next, after another quick 3 block walk, a movie.  We went to go see 'Django' at the iPic theatre in Mizner.  Even though Jasey bought the tickets in advance it was still a little last minute so unfortunately we didn't get to sit in the recliners but the seats were still big and comfy.  The theatre is awesome!  There was only about 40 seats in our theatre each with food and drink service and your own little swiveling table.  There is a full restaurant and bar on the first floor and since we were a little early we stopped off and had a drink.  I wanted something sweet so the waitress suggested this drink that she described as the offspring of a Mojito and a Pina Colada.  It was very good and would have been even yummier if they froze it and served it as ice cream.  I definitely have more of a sweet tooth than I am a lush.  The movie was hysterical!  And oddly grotesque...and very bloody, and very, very wrong at times.  Quentin Tarantino, enough said.  

We wanted to get dessert after the movie but nothing was really grabbing our attention where we were so we decided to hunt for sweet lovelies elsewhere.  But on the way to the car we saw a random pizza shop and stopped in for a slice.  Cause when there is no good dessert around, pizza really is the next logical step.  It was very tasty pizza though.  I would pass the 20 other pizza places between here and there to go get that pizza again.

After our quick detour we were back on the hunt for sugar.  We walked back to the car, which seemed farther away than I remember parking it, and headed for the only logical place to get dessert for your anniversary.  I'm not sure if it's just cause it's what we've done in the past or if it was one of the only places left open.  But it was to The Cheesecake Factory we went.  For those of you wondering I got the Red Velvet Cheesecake and Jasey tried the Adam's Peanut Butter Ripple thing.  Both were, of course, very good.

Back home we went.

The next day was our other wedding anniversary.  We got married again in Jamaica on our honeymoon.  We never celebrate it but it's kind of nice to have a back-up incase we forget the first one.  So far we haven't needed it.

It was also the Super Bowl and after a day of more working out and park time we did absolutely nothing for the game.  We traded getting the kids ready for bed duties between the game watching (Jasey) and the commercial watching (me).  For halftime Jasey finished the last 10 minutes of a DVD he was watching.  I went upstairs to watch in our room.  Then about 5 minutes into the 3rd quarter power outage I feel asleep.  I'm such a party animal!

So there you have it.  My weekend.

Now, on with the plan!!!

Today I am thankful that you people, for some reason, keep coming back and reading this silly thing which in turn keeps me motivated to keep writing said silly thing.  Thanks :)

February 02, 2013

That Didn't Work...

The plan was to write posts so that on my birthday I would do the 100th post.  This only became a plan about 3 weeks ago.  For no real reason other than I like things to be clean and even.  I had plenty of time and was moving along pretty well.  I did not start this blog on my birthday but it seemed like a nice day to write my 100th.

This is post number 98 and my birthday was Thursday, so obviously that didn't work out too well.

Here are a couple more things that didn't work out...

Me.  As in, I did not work out at the gym.  I decided to take the day of my birthday off from the gym and relax.  I actually had not gone to the gym the two days before that either (though I did other exercise those days) so basically I was just being lazy this week.

Jasey and I had a conference this morning at 7:15 with AJs teacher.  This is how it went.  I got an email at about 9:30 from the teacher saying she had been looking forward to meeting with me and asking should we reschedule.  I completely forgot and didn't show.  Parent of the year.

So, apparently my brain decided to take a little hiatus for my anniversary/birthday week.  Despite (or maybe because of) my brain checking out it's been a pretty nice low key week.

Things that are working out...or something like that...these things don't suck...

Jasey and I celebrated our 7th Anniversary on Tuesday.  We are also going out this weekend to do some more celebrating, alone.  This year was copper.  I try to do something for each years 'traditional gift'.  It is more of a keepsake kinda thing than a gift thing.  So this year since we didn't have the money to go get our pictures taken at the Statue of Liberty I collected pennies with significant years, for us, on them.
1979 - the year Jasey was born
1980 - the year I was born
1996 - the year we started dating
1997 - the year Jasey graduated
1998 - the year I graduated
2004 - the year we started dating...again...and also the year we got engaged
2006 - the year we were married
2007 - the year AJ was born
2009 - the year Ryan was born
I collected as many as I could find with any of those years on them and decorated a picture frame with them.  All heads up of course.  Had to re-glue a few of them, but eventually I won and they stayed put. I am better than the pennies!!

Thursday was my 33rd birthday.  I'm venturing into the 'mid-30s' now.  The day was good, but as it is as you get older, it was still a day.  I still got out of bed at a horrendous hour, got the kids dressed and fed and motivated.  Had to 'motivate' some more.  Got annoyed cause the house was a wreck although I swear I just cleaned it.  Hit my head on the front door latch then loudly yelled obscenities with the front door open.  Good times.  But I also had lots of well wishes which always make you feel warm and cozy.  Met mom a couple days before to have a lovely breakfast at Cracker Barrel, mmmm.  Went out for a birthday dinner with Jasey, the kids, Mom, Marshall and Deri.  And I made myself Cauldron Cake cupcakes (do I have to explain my HP obsession yet again?)  

I went to dinner and a movie with Dawn and Katie tonight.  We had a great time!  Talking, laughing and sharing in our weird senses of humor...or would that be sense of humors?  Can't wait to do it again!  Only next time we'll have to plan for after the movie as well, so we don't stand in the cold for an hour while gabbing in a dark parking lot.  I think we could have taken anyone if they tried to mess with us.  Or maybe everyone just stayed away cause we were being loud and crazy to begin with.  We may never know.

I'll let you know how our anniversary date night goes tomorrow.  I'm excited, it should be fun!

Super Bowl is Sunday, which is also our other wedding anniversary.  Don't think we have anything planned for that.

Today I am amazed that it is already February.