Over the last couple of weeks I have learned that it takes alot to raise a family and handle school all at once. My kids have constanstly came down colds so I'm going to say that that has been a primary factor for me falling behind but i would not give up taking care of them for anything in the world. My children are my world, I brought them into this world with my own being, I grew them inside of me and there is nothing in this world that is more important to me then they are. My reflection of myself, in my opinion, is being a very independent person with somewhat of a stubborn side..No change that, a very stubborn side- just ask my husband.
I live for my family and thats why i decided to go to school. I want to set a good example for my kids by doing something that can make them proud of me. Yes I have had some times, in the past, not made the best decision for my own personal self- being but now I have a good goal set forward for myself. I tend to be a very driven person when it comes to getting something that i want and I dont usually let anything stop me. I guess whoever came up with the saying " come hell or high water" was a very goal- orientated person and I like that.
My goals in life have been changing for years. When I was 12, I wanted to be an Air Force pilot. When I was 13, I wanted to be an Air Force pilot and a marine biologist. I stuck with that one for awhile. I wanted to be an astonaut, a ballerina, a doctor, an actress, and several other things but for now I believe I have a good goal, a pediatric nurse. Two out of three of my children were in the n.i.c.u. at St.Johns when they were born and ultimately I want to work with newborns there. The nurses there were so great and kind, I completely trusted them with my children. I always want to be the one people can count on and in that time the person you count on the most is the person taking care of your child.
That is my reflection for the moment but I do believe that it will change in the years to come.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Friday, March 11, 2011
Spring Break!!
Yep yep, it is that time of year where all the young people get to go anywhere they want for a week and experience awesome parties and horrible hangovers. I personally think all this is over-rated, yes at one point I wanted to be just like them, go down to a beach somewhere- get totally wasted and wake up in the morning not having a single clue about what happened the night before but now all I want to do is catch up on sleep! I am only twenty-one but for some reason my body is quickly wearing down. I can no longer function like I could before and I am going to blame my children for that. God knows I love them with all my heart but oh gosh- my body is feeling the pain of what the caused me when i was growing them for 7 months!
I dont know, i watch television shows now where you see all these kids out on white beaches, drinking and having a great time and in the back of your mind all you are thinking is ahahaha- they're going to be sick tomorrow!!! It brings some kind of sick satisfaction knowing that thsoe idiots are getting what they deserve in the end. I mean- you cant treat your body like a landfill and expect it to work right after that, atleast my body went through damage to bring another life into the world, not by getting wasted and throwing up all over the place at some weird bar in the back alley ways of cancun!
Anyways, my spring break will be spent trying to catch up on sleep ( not likely), taking the kids to the park, and trying to catch up on some way over due school work. I am really dreading seeing how my anatomy exam turned out! :( boo-hoo me.
I dont know, i watch television shows now where you see all these kids out on white beaches, drinking and having a great time and in the back of your mind all you are thinking is ahahaha- they're going to be sick tomorrow!!! It brings some kind of sick satisfaction knowing that thsoe idiots are getting what they deserve in the end. I mean- you cant treat your body like a landfill and expect it to work right after that, atleast my body went through damage to bring another life into the world, not by getting wasted and throwing up all over the place at some weird bar in the back alley ways of cancun!
Anyways, my spring break will be spent trying to catch up on sleep ( not likely), taking the kids to the park, and trying to catch up on some way over due school work. I am really dreading seeing how my anatomy exam turned out! :( boo-hoo me.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
My Trip to California
My story begins in April of 2008. My husband and I were sitting at his aunt Tammy's house and were discussing their upcoming trip to San Diego. They were going to see their son ( my husbands cousin) Cody graduate from Marine Academy. My husband is orignally from California so when they asked if we wanted to go he automatically jumped at the idea and I was close behind to okay it. So after we got home we started planning the trip by packing and buying the tickets. My husband was so excited Im surprised I didn't see him skipping and jumping around like a little child.
When it was finally time to go we loaded up in the explorer and headed out at about 3:00 and let me tell you that waking a 5 month old up at 3 am is so stressful not to mentiona hassle because it was so cold outside i had to bundle him up in like five different layers. We drove for 4 hours to get to the Kansas City Airport to catch our flight. Little did we know that when we got there all the flights were delayed thanks to a nasty snow storm and we would have to wait there for 2 hours before our flight finally came back on the board.
So after standing around for 2 hours we were finally able to board the plane, after dealing with the whole security situation, and get seated. Surprisingly my son handled the situation really well so when the nice stewardess came up to us and told us that there was a first class seat available up front for the mothers with children ( my husbands cousin was with us with her baby) my husbands aunt told them that the babies were behaving so we were passing on the offer ( im still a little ticked at that).
Anyways, we sat on the plane for roughly 2 hours before reaching our next stop which was in Fort Worth, Texas. We had to hurry and gather up our luggage because the connecting flight was leaving 10 minutes after we got there and it was at the other end of the airport. That was a fun little run through the airport there. We got to that flight just in time and was able to board without any hassles. The plan ride was different because the plane was much bigger and seemed a little cold, not temperature wise but the way it looked. It was almost all metal inside, almost what you would picture a military airplane would be.The airplane engines we very loud so it made it difficult to enjoy that airplane ride.
It was beautiful flying over Los Angelos, the glow of the lights against the dark background of the sky was reaasuring that we would be landing at any point. We could see the sun setting just on the horizon of the ocean. Watching the waves hit the sandy beach made it to where you could almost feel the warm, breezy air hitting your face. Deboarding the plane there was a little different because by then the babies were sleeping so unloading the luggage and strollers was a bit frustrating, then having to wait for his aunt and uncle to make it back with the rental car was even more annoying. We had to of sat in that airport for an hour before they finally came back!
Getting to the hotel was such a relief, to be able to lay down was amazing after being on those planes for so long. That night we didnt do anything but take showers and relax in the piece and quiet of the hotel room. The next morning it was sunny and hot out. We drove down to the Marine base and watched Cody graduate with his troop- it was so awesome seeing that kind of thing, the whole base so uniformed in the way they moved. After the graduation we made it back to the hotel and started exploring the area to find the trolley station- easier said then done. We could see the trolley going back and forth behind the hotel but finding the actual place to buy tickets was very confusing because the ticket booth is hidden behind every other building in the area. Hauling a stroller onto the trolley was a little difficult, the aisle way was very narrow when climbing on. Cj was content though with the whole situation. We took the long ride on the trolley all the way to downtown San Diego where we finally got off and started to explore on foot. I had my camera on me so we were stopping about every five minutes so I could take random pictures of random stuff . We went to Old Town, which is about 10 or 15 miles from downtown San Diego, and walked around the shops there. They were old time shops so everything had a homestyle feeling to it. All the buildings were made from wood and there lights had a soft glow to them. You could smell the food as you were walking down the streets past the resturants, people were sitting out on the patios just having friendly conversations. When night finally hit everything livened up, young people were walking around to all the bar and grills and having a good time catching up with friends and drinking. The streets got packed and at that point we all agreed that it was time to get back to the hotel and get the babies in bed for the night. The ride back was full of more random pictures and plans for tomorrow.
The next day we woke up and headed out to Oceanside. My husbands grandpa used to own a hotel near there so he knew the beaches were great. We got there and lugged the stroller through the sand and made our way down to the water. CT ( my husband) and Cody went and rented a surf board. They got to try out the surf board first because they had done it along time ago but when it came to my turn I thought that it looked easy so therefore it would be easy, boy was I wrong. I got out there and got ran over twice by another girl trying to learn how to surf. The stupid girl bailed off her board the first time because she freaked out and the second time she stayed on but none-the-less still ran over me. I was done surfing after that. I went up onto the beach and watched my husband and his cousin play in the water and took CJ out to the water every once in a while to swim. The pier was about a quarter of a mile down from us and you could see all the carnival- style rides on it. It would have been fun to try it out but we didnt have enough time before it closed down for the day. We left the beach around dusk and made the long drive back to the hotel. We were so sunburnt after that day, my husband literally looked like a lobster.
The next day is when we decided to go to Tijuana, Mexico. The hot air was blowing all through the trolley, making for a very enjoyable ride to the border. It was when we were getting off the trolley is when i realized that I didnt bring any of our birth certificates. My husband went to go ask a border patrol agent that he saw smoking a cigarette if we could still cross back over if we just had our social security cards but nothing else, he said it would be fine. So off we went into Mexico. We walked down the streets exploring all the shops. They had all kinds of stuff there, my husband bought me a pretty braclet that was way overpriced and we bought a little colorful maraca for our son. We walked down farther down the street, salespeople would stand outside their shops yelling at us to come see their merchandise. There were little kids running around yelling " chicla", trying to sell little things of chewing gum. We bought some and I am proud to say that American gum is so much better. We ate a taco of some sort, my husband swears that it was dog, we couldnt understand what the street vendor was saying so I guess we will never know what it was and then decided to go back and find some American food.
You would not believe the line there was leading back into the U.S., we stood for along time before we finally made it up to the point where everybody was crossing into the U.S. and got our identification and social security cards ready. The border patrol guard that we went to was the rudest person I have ever met. We got to his booth and handed him our id's, he looked at them, frowned, and then asked us for our passports. We told him about the other agent said and he just flew off the handle. He yelled at us, calling us stupid, " What you dont watch the television," he said, " Surely you arent stupid enough to know that you would need more to get back through!"
I stood there, worry just settling in my stomach, listening to my husband yelling at this guys and thinking " oh my god, hes going to go to Mexican jail."
This is when the border agent decided to tell us that for all he knew, we had bought our baby over there and was trying to smuggle him into the U.S., I just stared at the guy and was thinking" are you f-ing kidding me, this child is white as snow!" At this point I wanted to cry, all i could think is that we were going to be stuck in Mexico until we could get our birth certificates. Finally the border patrol agent decided to give up chewing our butts and let us back through. Needless to say it will be a while before we go back there.
We got back to hotel around 8 that night and decided to pack our stuff and get some sleep, knowing that we had to get up early to catch the flight home.
The flight home was uneventful and the drive was very boring, seeing the same dull weather that we were so happy to get away from. Someday soon I am hoping that we can go back, maybe even move to California.
That is, in a hurried nutshell, my story about going to California.
When it was finally time to go we loaded up in the explorer and headed out at about 3:00 and let me tell you that waking a 5 month old up at 3 am is so stressful not to mentiona hassle because it was so cold outside i had to bundle him up in like five different layers. We drove for 4 hours to get to the Kansas City Airport to catch our flight. Little did we know that when we got there all the flights were delayed thanks to a nasty snow storm and we would have to wait there for 2 hours before our flight finally came back on the board.
So after standing around for 2 hours we were finally able to board the plane, after dealing with the whole security situation, and get seated. Surprisingly my son handled the situation really well so when the nice stewardess came up to us and told us that there was a first class seat available up front for the mothers with children ( my husbands cousin was with us with her baby) my husbands aunt told them that the babies were behaving so we were passing on the offer ( im still a little ticked at that).
Anyways, we sat on the plane for roughly 2 hours before reaching our next stop which was in Fort Worth, Texas. We had to hurry and gather up our luggage because the connecting flight was leaving 10 minutes after we got there and it was at the other end of the airport. That was a fun little run through the airport there. We got to that flight just in time and was able to board without any hassles. The plan ride was different because the plane was much bigger and seemed a little cold, not temperature wise but the way it looked. It was almost all metal inside, almost what you would picture a military airplane would be.The airplane engines we very loud so it made it difficult to enjoy that airplane ride.
It was beautiful flying over Los Angelos, the glow of the lights against the dark background of the sky was reaasuring that we would be landing at any point. We could see the sun setting just on the horizon of the ocean. Watching the waves hit the sandy beach made it to where you could almost feel the warm, breezy air hitting your face. Deboarding the plane there was a little different because by then the babies were sleeping so unloading the luggage and strollers was a bit frustrating, then having to wait for his aunt and uncle to make it back with the rental car was even more annoying. We had to of sat in that airport for an hour before they finally came back!
Getting to the hotel was such a relief, to be able to lay down was amazing after being on those planes for so long. That night we didnt do anything but take showers and relax in the piece and quiet of the hotel room. The next morning it was sunny and hot out. We drove down to the Marine base and watched Cody graduate with his troop- it was so awesome seeing that kind of thing, the whole base so uniformed in the way they moved. After the graduation we made it back to the hotel and started exploring the area to find the trolley station- easier said then done. We could see the trolley going back and forth behind the hotel but finding the actual place to buy tickets was very confusing because the ticket booth is hidden behind every other building in the area. Hauling a stroller onto the trolley was a little difficult, the aisle way was very narrow when climbing on. Cj was content though with the whole situation. We took the long ride on the trolley all the way to downtown San Diego where we finally got off and started to explore on foot. I had my camera on me so we were stopping about every five minutes so I could take random pictures of random stuff . We went to Old Town, which is about 10 or 15 miles from downtown San Diego, and walked around the shops there. They were old time shops so everything had a homestyle feeling to it. All the buildings were made from wood and there lights had a soft glow to them. You could smell the food as you were walking down the streets past the resturants, people were sitting out on the patios just having friendly conversations. When night finally hit everything livened up, young people were walking around to all the bar and grills and having a good time catching up with friends and drinking. The streets got packed and at that point we all agreed that it was time to get back to the hotel and get the babies in bed for the night. The ride back was full of more random pictures and plans for tomorrow.
The next day we woke up and headed out to Oceanside. My husbands grandpa used to own a hotel near there so he knew the beaches were great. We got there and lugged the stroller through the sand and made our way down to the water. CT ( my husband) and Cody went and rented a surf board. They got to try out the surf board first because they had done it along time ago but when it came to my turn I thought that it looked easy so therefore it would be easy, boy was I wrong. I got out there and got ran over twice by another girl trying to learn how to surf. The stupid girl bailed off her board the first time because she freaked out and the second time she stayed on but none-the-less still ran over me. I was done surfing after that. I went up onto the beach and watched my husband and his cousin play in the water and took CJ out to the water every once in a while to swim. The pier was about a quarter of a mile down from us and you could see all the carnival- style rides on it. It would have been fun to try it out but we didnt have enough time before it closed down for the day. We left the beach around dusk and made the long drive back to the hotel. We were so sunburnt after that day, my husband literally looked like a lobster.
The next day is when we decided to go to Tijuana, Mexico. The hot air was blowing all through the trolley, making for a very enjoyable ride to the border. It was when we were getting off the trolley is when i realized that I didnt bring any of our birth certificates. My husband went to go ask a border patrol agent that he saw smoking a cigarette if we could still cross back over if we just had our social security cards but nothing else, he said it would be fine. So off we went into Mexico. We walked down the streets exploring all the shops. They had all kinds of stuff there, my husband bought me a pretty braclet that was way overpriced and we bought a little colorful maraca for our son. We walked down farther down the street, salespeople would stand outside their shops yelling at us to come see their merchandise. There were little kids running around yelling " chicla", trying to sell little things of chewing gum. We bought some and I am proud to say that American gum is so much better. We ate a taco of some sort, my husband swears that it was dog, we couldnt understand what the street vendor was saying so I guess we will never know what it was and then decided to go back and find some American food.
You would not believe the line there was leading back into the U.S., we stood for along time before we finally made it up to the point where everybody was crossing into the U.S. and got our identification and social security cards ready. The border patrol guard that we went to was the rudest person I have ever met. We got to his booth and handed him our id's, he looked at them, frowned, and then asked us for our passports. We told him about the other agent said and he just flew off the handle. He yelled at us, calling us stupid, " What you dont watch the television," he said, " Surely you arent stupid enough to know that you would need more to get back through!"
I stood there, worry just settling in my stomach, listening to my husband yelling at this guys and thinking " oh my god, hes going to go to Mexican jail."
This is when the border agent decided to tell us that for all he knew, we had bought our baby over there and was trying to smuggle him into the U.S., I just stared at the guy and was thinking" are you f-ing kidding me, this child is white as snow!" At this point I wanted to cry, all i could think is that we were going to be stuck in Mexico until we could get our birth certificates. Finally the border patrol agent decided to give up chewing our butts and let us back through. Needless to say it will be a while before we go back there.
We got back to hotel around 8 that night and decided to pack our stuff and get some sleep, knowing that we had to get up early to catch the flight home.
The flight home was uneventful and the drive was very boring, seeing the same dull weather that we were so happy to get away from. Someday soon I am hoping that we can go back, maybe even move to California.
That is, in a hurried nutshell, my story about going to California.
Saturday, March 5, 2011
My weekend so far
This weekend has actually been fairly exciting- I will try to do my best to write it out on here but imam attempting to use my phone to do this so I don't know how well it will turn out. The first thing I did this weekend was get two new tires on my truck- after having two blow outs on my car I have decided to be more cautious about taking care of my vehicle.
The second fun thing I did was watch King Kong with my family. I never seen that movie before and I have to say that some parts are very violent and disgusting- the whole time I was thinking " oh my gosh the kids are going to have nightmares" but my husband said it was ok( he dealt with them when they woke up screaming). I did kind of like some parts of the movie but I do not think it was that memorable. Naomi what's her face didn't have that good of transition into the character so it just seemed like she was trying to hard. That's just my opion on the movie.
The third thing I am doing this weekend is going to get my tattoo. I have been wanting to get this tattoo for four years now and tomorrow I am finally getting it. I'm not going to tell what it is but I will try to post picture after it is done.
That is my weekend so far.
The second fun thing I did was watch King Kong with my family. I never seen that movie before and I have to say that some parts are very violent and disgusting- the whole time I was thinking " oh my gosh the kids are going to have nightmares" but my husband said it was ok( he dealt with them when they woke up screaming). I did kind of like some parts of the movie but I do not think it was that memorable. Naomi what's her face didn't have that good of transition into the character so it just seemed like she was trying to hard. That's just my opion on the movie.
The third thing I am doing this weekend is going to get my tattoo. I have been wanting to get this tattoo for four years now and tomorrow I am finally getting it. I'm not going to tell what it is but I will try to post picture after it is done.
That is my weekend so far.
Monday, February 28, 2011
My favorite words
In all honesty I really dont know what kind of story Im supposed to be writing so this story will be about my familylike always.With all my might I try to be a good person to them but sometimes I find myself being a dingbat.During the 4 years that I have been married to my husband, I have found that I can be a punk towards him. He always drives me up a wall by constantly acting like he doesnt hear what Im saying and now he has my son in the same habit, always asking" what?", "huh?".
I love the way my family acts, my son is now so grown up being three years old, he is always running around say off-the-wall stuff that makes me laugh. The other day we were watching a movie and he heard the actor say something and in no time he was running around yelling "I cut you punk!" I know that will come back to haunt me when he starts kindergarten but as of right now I laughed my ass off.
My youngest son is the bully and tries his hardest to annoy his brother and my husband and I. He will constantly jump on his brother and wrestle him to the ground and now with him adding in the word " punk" to everytime he jumps him, I cant help but laugh because C.J. was the one that taught him that word. My husband also doesnt help with trying to get them to stop saying that so when we get calls from the school I m going to direct the phone call to my husband.
My daughter isnt old enough to do any of this yet so I consider her my golden child at the moment but Im sure that statement will catch up to me when she is old enough, I mean she has two older brothers so I guess it is inevitable.
Anyways, back to my favorite words. I like the word during because I cant pronounce it. When I was in high school, my best friend was just sitting there and like a light bulb clicked on in her head she yells out" doing!" apparently I had been pronouncing this word wrong all my life and someone had just now noticed it, I guess it is too late to change that now and now everytime I say that word I have her yelling out "DOING!" Fun fun times...
I love the way my family acts, my son is now so grown up being three years old, he is always running around say off-the-wall stuff that makes me laugh. The other day we were watching a movie and he heard the actor say something and in no time he was running around yelling "I cut you punk!" I know that will come back to haunt me when he starts kindergarten but as of right now I laughed my ass off.
My youngest son is the bully and tries his hardest to annoy his brother and my husband and I. He will constantly jump on his brother and wrestle him to the ground and now with him adding in the word " punk" to everytime he jumps him, I cant help but laugh because C.J. was the one that taught him that word. My husband also doesnt help with trying to get them to stop saying that so when we get calls from the school I m going to direct the phone call to my husband.
My daughter isnt old enough to do any of this yet so I consider her my golden child at the moment but Im sure that statement will catch up to me when she is old enough, I mean she has two older brothers so I guess it is inevitable.
Anyways, back to my favorite words. I like the word during because I cant pronounce it. When I was in high school, my best friend was just sitting there and like a light bulb clicked on in her head she yells out" doing!" apparently I had been pronouncing this word wrong all my life and someone had just now noticed it, I guess it is too late to change that now and now everytime I say that word I have her yelling out "DOING!" Fun fun times...
Friday, February 25, 2011
Favorite Words 2/25/11
with
dingbat
what
during
punk
With: I like this word because it means that something is never alone: I am with my family, My kids are with my husband
Dingbat: the ditziness of my children and I. and of course my husband
What: also known as "Huh?", the most common thing I hear from my oldest son.
During: I like this word because I cant pronounce it right, when I was in junior high my best friend pointed out that I pronounce this word as "doing"...
Punk: the one word my husband taught our oldest son that Im afraid will get us in trouble, because he puts in the sentence, " I cut you punk!"
Jessica
CAKE: her favorite food, sweet and creamy
Pudgy: chunky little kids
Cookies: chocolate chip is the only kind
Weird: should be her middle name
Great: lie that comes out of everyones mouth when you ask them how you are
Aaron
Hippo: just a funny word
Turkey: time for his favorite hunting season
Football: the only manly sport
Swamp: just sounds eerie
Wilderness: alone time
Group
Dingleberry: im not explaining it to you
Spelling: better at spelling
Freedom: thank ful for the freedom we have
School: completely lost
dingbat
what
during
punk
With: I like this word because it means that something is never alone: I am with my family, My kids are with my husband
Dingbat: the ditziness of my children and I. and of course my husband
What: also known as "Huh?", the most common thing I hear from my oldest son.
During: I like this word because I cant pronounce it right, when I was in junior high my best friend pointed out that I pronounce this word as "doing"...
Punk: the one word my husband taught our oldest son that Im afraid will get us in trouble, because he puts in the sentence, " I cut you punk!"
Jessica
CAKE: her favorite food, sweet and creamy
Pudgy: chunky little kids
Cookies: chocolate chip is the only kind
Weird: should be her middle name
Great: lie that comes out of everyones mouth when you ask them how you are
Aaron
Hippo: just a funny word
Turkey: time for his favorite hunting season
Football: the only manly sport
Swamp: just sounds eerie
Wilderness: alone time
Group
Dingleberry: im not explaining it to you
Spelling: better at spelling
Freedom: thank ful for the freedom we have
School: completely lost
Monday, February 21, 2011
Life 02/21/11
What can I say, Life just seems to be naturally hectic with me. Im currently trying to print out my anatomy homework for this week all the while typing this here blog. I decided that using my husbands cousins computer to do all this would be better then going to the computer lab at the school, but watching the flimsy desk shift and sway back and forth due to the weird motion the printer is making is, by no means is not entertaining, is a little troublesome. I have spent this whole holiday weekend trying to make up for what I lagged behind in for not only school but for home as well. I finally got the chance to go to lunch with my dad and talk about things that concern my brother and sister. I was able to give my children some way overdue attention. I just cant seem to quit picking little arguements with my husband. I guess the stress has finally settled in, or the bi-polar side of me is coming out, and he is the only adult around that I can gripe and complain to and about. Does that make me a shitty person? I hope not, I have been busting my hump trying to get everything back on track with our marriage since we reconciled 8 months ago. I would never want to go back to that point in my life, the whole year my husband and I were split was pure hell for me for some reason. We split up because I felt that he was taking me for granted but what the hard part now is is the fact that he doesnt seem to have changed his behavior at all. I want to show him that I care, for example, he came to me last night and told me that he was urinating blood, I thought I was showing him that I cared for him by saying that we should go to the emergency room right away, but he seemed to be more annoyed by my presence then anything else. Is it possible tojuggle school, three kids, and a whole hell ton of shit at home and still try to put your heart and soul into making a marriage work? I hope so because I will die trying. Forever opitmistic.....
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