After 2 1/2 years...

I finally get pregnant...while we're living at my parents' house???

Of all the times for it to happen, why now? Not that I don't want it to...it's just...strange.

That being said, we're super excited. Kinda hoping for a girl, then we'll have one of each. But it doesn't really matter. Healthy is all we care about.

I realize people are meaning well when they ask how I'm feeling, but I usually just say I'm fine even when I'm not. Isn't it kinda personal whether I'm puking my guts out or not? Even if I am, I'd like to pretend I'm not, thanks.

EDD: AUGUST 3, 2011. Check out the floating baby thingy on my side bar. :)

Hi, I'm a working Mom

In 45 minutes I can: take a shower, get dressed, throw hair in a ponytail and do enough makeup to look decent. I find my picky 3 year old something to eat: leftover penne from Applebee's ("but I said noodles NO chicken!"), a "baby orange", egg nog, and strawberry banana V8 fusion that he insisted on buying because it's in fun little cans. I still have time to set out church clothes for my child, find my own shoes and socks, AND blog about it. Just enough time left to pry a screaming child off my leg ("Nooo! Don't go to wooork!") once he realizes that I'm leaving, make it out to the car without slipping on the icy driveway, and drive to work where my day REALLY starts.

Oh wait...I forgot to get myself something to eat. *sigh*

Positive Thinking

I try really hard to post positive things, both here and on Facebook. I don't like people feeling sorry for me. I hate asking for help. I'm pretty independent, and I like it that way.

It frustrates me when I see or hear people complaining about things sometimes. There are other, bigger, problems I'm having, that those things seem to small to even worry about. If THAT'S what you're complaining about, you have nothing to complain about!

I know my life could be worse. I have a perfect, healthy, little boy who makes me smile multiple times daily. I know life would be easier if we would have waited to have kids, but I can't imagine I'd be any happier. Also, I love my husband. We have our share of struggles, but remembering that we still have each other keeps us going.




Dig - Incubus

We all have a weakness
But some of ours are easy to identify.
Look me in the eye
and ask for forgiveness;
We'll make a pact to never speak that word again.
Yes, you are my friend.

We all have something that digs at us.
At least we dig each other.
So when weakness turns my ego up
I know you'll count on the me from yesterday.

If I turn into another,
Dig me up from under what is covering
The better part of me.
Sing this song!
Remind me that we'll always have each other
When everything else is gone.

We all have a sickness
That cleverly attaches and multiplies
No matter how we try.

We all have someone that digs at us.
At least we dig each other.
So when sickness turns my ego up
I know you'll act as a clever medicine.

If I turn into another,
Dig me up from under what is covering
The better part of me.
Sing this song!
Remind me that we'll always have each other
When everything else is gone.

Oh, each other
When everything else is gone.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohh
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh

If I turn into another,
Dig me up from under what is covering
The better part of me.
Sing this song!
Remind me that we'll always have each other
When everything else is gone.

Oh, each other
When everything else is gone.

Oh, each other
When everything else is gone.

High Risk?

High risk car insurance should be for high risk drivers, right? People with a bunch of speeding tickets or who drive stupidly. Not for people who are poor and can't afford car insurance for a bit. So now I have to pay MORE for my car insurance? Doesn't that sound a little counter-productive to you?

Oh, and after two trips to the Driver License Division today I still don't have a valid drivers license because I have to wait 48 hours to get the proper policy paper. It's frustrating that it takes so much money and waiting on other people to be driving legal. Laws are made because of stupid people, and it makes those of us who are poor, but good people, even more poor.

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Today, I walked into the kitchen to help Mikey make himself a sandwich. (strawberry jam, sour cream, parmesan cheese, cheddar cheese, and bologna...that's another story.) Mikey says, "Mom, don't step in that" right as I'm stepping down on something. I lift my foot to see a now squished ball of brown stuff.
I ask Mikey, "What is that? Poop??"
Mikey: "Yep."
Me: "Where did it come from? You?"
Mikey: "Yep."
Me: "Why??"
Mikey: "I don't know..."
*Sigh* I love potty training for months and months...

So I clean up the floor. Then Mikey is kind enough to remind me. "Mom, you still have poop on your foot."

Thanks, kid.



(Oh, and he's eating his sandwich, and loving it.)

Food Blog

Yep, I have one.

I put a link to it on my sidebar.

There are only a few things on it now.

Nothing too exciting.

I like easy stuff.

Probably not "diet" friendly.

I don't pay attention, so I wouldn't know.

It's mostly for me to remember how I made something.

So I can make it again, if we liked it.

You're welcome to try anything.

Let me know how you like it.

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Memorial Day

By some miracle I got Memorial Day off work. (Wait, we're allowed to request off holidays?? Since when? I've only worked Christmas Eve, New Years Eve, Valentine's day, AND Mother's Day...no big deal) So, we joined my grandparents, my parents, and three of my younger siblings on a trip up to Montpelier, Idaho (where my grandparents grew up) to visit a few cemeteries where some ancestors are buried, including my grandpa's parents and 3 of his siblings who didn't live to be adults. We also stopped to look at the houses where they used to live, and the locations of the old Burgoyne store. There's also a museum, where in the basement is a lot of stuff about the Burgoyne family.

Here's a picture of all the girls in my grandma's graduating class from Montpelier High School.
(Grandma is in the 2nd row from the bottom, 2nd from your right.)

My great-great-grandpa's cash register. It still works!

A picture of the original Burgoyne General Store

A quilt someone made based on the above picture.

Does the bear want to eat Mikey, or his cookie??

A sign in the restroom at one of the rest stops on the way...I thought it was funny that adults need reminding. Then I looked at the floor. The sign wasn't working.

My dad and my two younger sisters, Katrina and Cristal

Mikey looking at Bear Lake

Me, in the very back seat of the van.

My mom: driving teacher.

Katrina, who turns 16 in less than 2 weeks: driving student.

Tim: nephew entertainer.

Mikey: Toy Story Magnadoodler.

Joshua, loving the music I put on the iPod for him the night before.