It's Been A While...

Okay, so I totally snagged the title of this post from a song, but whatever. It applies. Now I have it stuck in my head. Lovely. Anywho, time to play catch up for those of you readers who don't FB stalk me. And by stalk, I don't mean that in a bad way...there are plenty of you that get stalked by me. You should feel honored lol.

Soooo, I'm finally back in the land of the gainfully employed! Subbing just wasn't dependable and while I will admit I have lazy days where all I want to do is sleep and watch old John Hughes movies, I need to be doing something productive. Back in insurance no less. Say what you want, but you can't deny it's a recession/depression proof industry ha! Ya gotta have it. Still working on my school stuff and will finally have another piece of paper to frame and hang on the wall next May. Not like it's the best time to find a teaching job anyways, so I'll stick with the people who are getting my license back for me. I really like the office and the people seem to be nice. I can't say too much...it's only been a week, but I think first impressions are important and they are all cool.

The hubs is set to be gutted on Tuesday. He's having back surgery. But get this...they are going through his stomach! I've never heard of that! Neat thing is that we will have matching c-section scars :) I'm thinking the "zipper" tattoo is not too far away. He will be in the hospital for 3-4 days and my mom is coming down to help out with the kids so I can be with him. If I don't brag about her enough, my mom is the shizz. And while I'm there with the hubs, I get to make a stop by the Interventional Radiologist's office. Yeah, google what they do. I had to when I heard I had to see one. I swear. Me and the medical field have a seriously dysfunctional relationship. Well, maybe it's just my lady parts that are all jacked up but either way - I end up in stirrups with some random doc checking out all the "that's strange" stuff. Graphic, I know. It's my blog. I can say what I want.

My baby...well, toddler, but I'm hanging onto the term baby for as long as I can...is having his 2nd birthday party on Sunday!! I'm so excited! The weather is supposed to be great and I'm stoked my grandparents - BOTH of them - will be there. It's a Toy Story theme and I can't wait to see Jaxon's face. He is obsessed with Woody and Buzz. Obsessed. Captial O. It's ridiculous. But what's not ridiculous is how great he's been doing since his surgery!! His speech is getting better and no ear tugging or infections in almost a month! Yay! He talks constantly and is getting super great at throwing fits. I'm just thrilled about that last one (insert sarcasm font here)! Add temper and attitude to the list of things I passed on to my off-spring. Gotta love a ginger!

Eden is almost done with 5th grade and, sadly for us, will be leaving for the summer soon. It's going to be so weird...and too quiet...without her here. Jax isn't going to know what to do. He does whatever she tells him to and is always asking for "sissy." I know she misses the other part of her family but I'm allowed to be selfish in wishing she didn't have to be gone for so long. We've gotten really close and I hate all the crap she's had to go through but I love that we can talk. I'm really going to miss the "Nite, Miss Ali! I love you!" I get every night. Plus, she's trying to teach me how to burp like a Bennett. Jury's still out. Jaxon can burp louder than I can.

Jamie turned 31 yesterday. He turned a very hot 31. I love that I have a crush on my husband. He's yummy and awesome and let's me push on his butt chin when I want him to smile on demand. We had cupcakes last night - the kids did not complain about that - but we celebrated a couple weekends back with a trip to Atlanta. I had to center it around Volbeat coming to town. And I added on a skydiving trip for him too. I think I did pretty good for the first birthday. Need to start planning/plotting for next year so I can out-do myself. He says it's not possible. Challenge accepted :)

There's a ton of other stuff to write about but it's 9:15 on a Friday night and I'm about to go to bed!! Don't hate. I lead a hard core lifestyle. Not many can keep up lol.

Until next time...and I'll try not to make it so long.

10 Bits of Random Thoughts

1. The best non-faith based thing about Easter...Sweettart Bunnies, Chicks, and Ducks. However, I rip the beaks off of the chicks and ducks before I eat them because I am that freaked out by things that can peck your eyes out. Ironically, I have no problem eating a whole bunny.

2. No matter how much make-up, how expensive the clothes, how "put together" someone looks, it doesn't take long for an ugly heart to show through. Guess it's a good thing there's still one night stands. Otherwise...they may never get any!

3. If you think the grass is greener on the other side, get off your lazy ass, grab some water, and start paying attention to your own. Nothing worth having ever comes easy. If it does...it's most likely just as easy to slip through your fingers.

4. Sweet Cups in Augusta needs to deliver. It's probably best they don't, or else I'd be broke and fat but still, it's a nice thought to have those amazing mini cakes of greatness brought right to your door.

5. Facebook is the devil. While I am a self-proclaimed addict - I love sharing pictures of my bear and keeping in touch with old friends and family, but I'd by lying if I didn't bring up the "Cancel Account" page EVERYDAY just to get away from all the b.s. that comes with it. Say it with me people, "It's just Facebook!!" Lol

6. I would give (most) anything I have to get one of the High Five hands from the Jackass 3-D movie to have installed at the door. When anyone comes over that I think needs a good smack in their lying face, all I'd have to do is simply push a button. Fun for all!!

7. Teen Mom and 16 & Pregnant make me feel sorry for an entire generation. Just because you screwed your "soulmate" in the back of his car when you're 15 and have no idea how you ended up pregnant or why he won't answer your calls or why you now have a baby to take care of does NOT mean you will end up like the yahoo's on MTV getting paid to have their train wreck televised. You are why I think people should be temporarily sterilized from birth until they are able to sufficiently have and raise a child without them ending up in therapy or on drugs.

8. My friend Doug is deploying again. His pretty lady wife is staying in Oki. I'm not asking...I'm simply telling you to keep them in your thoughts. Awesome people. Personally, I'd have prefered he stayed heavy equipment, but nope, he went EOD. So stay safe Boom Dougie and Michelle, will be praying for the hubs safety so he can come back soon and return to driving you crazy ;o)

9. My husband is going kayaking this weekend and pretty sure he's going to remake a smaller version of Castaway. He's already got a "Wilson" lined up. I actually feel sorry for Meagan. But, she's dealt with him a lot longer than I have so I assume she knows what to expect. I'd still be a little uncomfortable with this but I've decided that some people just need to lie and screw with anyone who doesn't kiss their ass. So have fun you guys. If you hear banjos...paddle the other way.

10. Little Bear did great with his surgery. I'm so glad Jamie was able to be there. I HATE HATE HATE seeing my baby cry...even more when it's in a medical setting. I was nervous about how he would come out of anesthesia. I felt a little stronger with Jamie standing next to me. Jax did great and minus a scary fever spike, he's back to himself. Between my mom and my husband, definitely couldn't have gotten through that with my sanity in tact.

Happy Hump Day

Deja Vu

Liar. Bulimic. Bad mother. Ugly. Too skinny. You want me to be your puppet. Play your games. Fall into your web. And silly me, can't forget, trust anyone who is also friends with you. Why are you so concerned with me? What have I ever done to you? What makes you feel better about yourself by attacking me?

Think you will uncover some hidden skeletons? Since you BARELY know me, let me be the first to tell that I am pretty open about the happenings in my life. Want to know something about me...ask me. Have something to say to me...tell me. In all of your "facts" that you have on me, let me correct just a few...

-I'm bulimic. Sorry, honey. I'm totally terrified of throwing up. In case you missed that day of nursing school, bulimics purge. That means vomit in case you don't understand. You would have done better calling me an anorexic if you're going to give me an eating disorder. And both are VERY serious diseases that shouldn't be thrown around so carelessly. Many people suffer...and die...from them. Hope you don't help treat any.

- I'm a bad mom. You REALLY don't want me to elaborate on just how little foundation you have to stand on in this regard. I left everything behind for my son and his well-being and safety...but TOOK MY SON WITH ME. My dreams for my child include him finding satisfaction, contentment, and happiness in the REAL gifts in life. And FYI...they typically don't come with a price tag. You may buy affection and expect others to buy yours but I simply don't operate under the same belief.

- Liar. First of all, I can say with absolute certainty that everything out of my mouth to you has been the God's honest truth. Can't say the same for you towards me. Again, if you knew anything about me, you would know that I suck at lying. I'm not as well versed and skilled as you are in creating alternate realities. It's easier for me to tell the truth - even if it's an ugly one. I'd rather tell...and receive...a hard to swallow truth than a sugar coated lie. But, that's just me.

- Ugly. Too skinny. I'm not even going to justify this with a response. I've gone through hell and back and had I known you thought this about me - and for the reasons that you do - I would have gladly sent you all the clumps of hair that fell out of my head for months. I would have kept you updated on how hard it was to finish one simple meal. I would have let you hold my hand as I cried when I looked in the mirror because all I saw was an ugly, skinny, sick girl looking back. Thanks for your concern. I'm doing much better and getting stronger everyday.

I don't appreciate being the topic of other people's discussions. Especially when it's vicious gossip and lies. While it should flatter me, I'm not that girl. I don't enjoy hurting others. I don't enjoy talking behind people's backs. I actually feel bad after I say something nasty about you when I'm venting to a friend. Why should I when it's sport to you?! Do you really want to know what I do and say about you?? I pray for you. I ask God to comfort you. I ask Him to help you to not hurt others. I pray for your safety because it means a lot to someone who means the world to me. That's what I do.

I've been here before. I've gone through this before. Not because I caused anything, just simply the target of misplaced aggression. Do you know what I learned from that? I learned that it does no good to fight back. I learned that it gives me no satisfaction to hurt others. Honestly, sometimes I wish it did. You want me to stroke your ego? Sometimes, I do wish I could be more like you. Then maybe the games and words and horrible things you and "our" friends do wouldn't hurt so badly.

So, go ahead and label me. Say I'm ugly. Say anything. Your labels do not define me and I have nothing to prove to you. The only thing I will say is to be careful. You may not want to open Pandora's Box. I've heard it can be a bitch to close when you have that many secrets locked inside.

Vent over...