So it turned out to be a good thing that I made that fudge the other day. Not because I needed to take it to the hospital due to my going into labor or anything but because my FRIEND went into labor that morning and didn't have time to make her own nurse treat, so I got to drop some off at the hospital and see her! I will also add that I drank some red raspberry leaf tea that morning and I'm pretty sure this helped her to go into labor as well. I think the point of drinking it is to jump-start your OWN labor, but at least one of us is not sporting a kicky watermelon anymore.
(Also? Side note? Hot tea is THE MOST DISGUSTING THING I have ever ingested in my entire life. How does anyone get through a cup of that crap without continuously dry-heaving? I have sampled a few different kinds of hot tea now (thanks to my Yankee husband's insistence that it doesn't taste like hot sick), but I cannot get over how gross it is. And don't you even bother telling me that HONEY is going to make that mess taste better. I will never in a thousand years believe you.)
(Also? Side note? Hot tea is THE MOST DISGUSTING THING I have ever ingested in my entire life. How does anyone get through a cup of that crap without continuously dry-heaving? I have sampled a few different kinds of hot tea now (thanks to my Yankee husband's insistence that it doesn't taste like hot sick), but I cannot get over how gross it is. And don't you even bother telling me that HONEY is going to make that mess taste better. I will never in a thousand years believe you.)
Luckily (for all of us) I don't need to use my gray matter to come up with an original post today since sweet Kate from Daffodil's tagged me in a questionnaire. Go over there and thank her!
1. Why did you start blogging?
I started blogging to keep folks up to date on Sam's life since the Army has not placed us terribly close to any family. I have continued blogging because it helps release some sort of stress chemical that builds up in me that does not escape when I merely tell my "stories" to Steve.
2. Where did you go to college and why did you choose it?
I went to Auburn University (WAR EAGLE) and I chose it because I can't stand the University of Alabama.
And when you live in the great state of Alabama, those are kind of your only two choices. Unless you go out-of-state of course, which is only for the super-smart (can we say "scholarships to offset out-of-state tuition costs"?) or the super-rich (again, astronomical out-of-state tuition costs!).
And when you live in the great state of Alabama, those are kind of your only two choices. Unless you go out-of-state of course, which is only for the super-smart (can we say "scholarships to offset out-of-state tuition costs"?) or the super-rich (again, astronomical out-of-state tuition costs!).
To be completely honest, I started out at Troy University (they are cropping up EVERYWHERE and probably coming to a strip mall near YOU very soon!) and really enjoyed it. To clarify, it is the ORIGINAL Troy University, in Troy, Alabama. So it's not like I went to a knock-off Troy in another town. But after two years there and not having a ton of interesting majors to choose from, I transferred to Auburn. GOOD THING TOO, because how else would I have earned my MRS degree if I hadn't gone there and met my sweet Steve???
3. Do you love your job? If not, what would you rather be doing?
I do love my SAHM job. If I could change one thing about it however, I would like to be released of my inherent duty of bodily fluid/biohazardous waste cleanup. But alas, poop and puke come with the territory I suppose.
4. What(or who) is your biggest motivator everyday?
My biggest motivator is naptime. I know that there is a very finite amount of time that I have to myself once the little munchkin goes down for his nap, and I try to never squander that time. This is why working out will never be on my Naptime To-Do List.
5. If you could have one song playing in your head at all times, what would it be?
Preferably silence, since I think listening to the same song in my head on repeat would drive me to the brink of insanity.
6. What does your dream home look like?
My dream home is always spotless, with those pretty, white slip-covered couches and chairs from Pottery Barn that never get dirty. The bathroom would include a deep clawfoot tub, perfect for soaking, and the kitchen would always replenish itself with chocolate. There would never be a stray Lego lying on the floor, ready to physically disable me at a moment's notice and turn me into an crumpled mess of a woman who can't stop dropping F bombs under her breath. There would also never be another piece of dog hair on my floor EVER.
7. If you had a large sum of money to spend on yourself, what would you buy?
A night nurse. Hands down easiest question I've ever answered. I am not one of those moms that gets extreme joy and pleasure from waking up every hour of the night to feed a screaming newborn that won't latch and then requiring an intravenous coffee drip the next day just to function. I have a feeling that I would be more apt to actually enjoy my baby if I had a full night's rest in me. I would gladly wake up to pump every 2-3 hours and let someone else baby-wrangle for me. If anyone out there reading is willing to do this for free (or even cheap, or maybe I could possibly pay you in fudge), then please contact me as soon as humanly possible, since this whole up-all-night newborn phase is fixing to hit us like a load of very heavy, unwieldy bricks.
8. What is the biggest risk you have ever taken?
Hrrmmm. Kind of not a risk-taker here. Maybe that one time when I took a shower during a thunderstorm? Or when I let my peanut butter stash get down to one measly jar? Holding myself accountable to actually wash and dry and stuff cloth diapers so my child has something to poop in everyday? Did I mention that I don't take risks?
9. What do you enjoy most about blogging?
9. What do you enjoy most about blogging?
I love being able to read back over what was going on during a certain day in my past and sort of relive it. Also, duh, baby pictures of Sam.
10. What do you collect?
I tend to collect chocolate. In the form of pounds. On my hips.
11. Do you have a tattoo? What'd you get and why? If not, would you ever consider it?
I don't have a tattoo and I will never get one. I'm too indecisive about something that will permanently be on my body. I might think it's cool today, but I know that years from now, when I'm a saggy 70-year-old, I will be questioning my sanity at the time that I got it, and I think I'll have enough sanity issues to deal with at 70, without throwing a tattoo in the mix. Of course, if I go out and get a tattoo tomorrow, we will all instantly forget that I ever said this and everyone will proclaim that I got the coolest tattoo in the history of tattoos.
I'm supposed to tag people and ask them new questions, but I've been up since 4:45 this morning and my brain doesn't have the proper capabilities to do that right now, so I'm just copying the eleven questions I came up with last time and if YOU wanna answer these, go crazy. Leave a comment if you do answer them though so I can read your responses.
1. How many states have you traveled to and which was your favorite?
2. Would you be more likely to be featured on an episode of Hoarders, What Not To Wear, or Wife Swap?
3. If you could only eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be?
4. Do you try to leave one or two little pieces of toilet paper on the roll so you don't have to change it? Or are you the martyr that changes it as soon as it starts running low?
5. What is your favorite comfort food?
6. How old would you be if you didn't know how old you were?
7. Are you brand-loyal when buying laundry detergent, or do you grab whatever is cheapest?
8. Tea: sweet? unsweet? hot? cold?
9. Do you ever believe what your fortune cookie says? Or has one of the fortunes in your cookie ever come true?
10. If you could meet anyone, dead or alive, who would it be and why?
11. If you were forced to choose, which of these things could you live without forever: TV, internet, or condiments?
I am so with you on the hot tea. In fact, I don't think anyone actually likes hot tea. I think they just believe it makes them seem sophisticated, so they suffer through it.
ReplyDeleteI figure if I already look like I haven't showered in a couple of days I'm probably not going to fool anyone into believing I'm high-class by drinking a steaming cup of icky. So I just don't ;-)
AGREED. I'm fine with my low-class, COLD sweet tea drinkin' situation in life. I would never be able to fake enjoying hot tea.
Deleteour dream homes sound strikingly similar! :) and hot sick cracked me up.
ReplyDeleteDoesn't every mother's dream home involve something clean or self-cleaning? lol That's what I should have put in there- something about a robot maid or floors that absorb toys and deposit them back into the toy bin. Oh well, there's always next time. ;)
DeleteHaha, you collect chocolate in your hips. Me too! Love it!
ReplyDeleteIt is my biggest collection to date. ;)
DeleteGotta try that pineapple girl;) Also,I have that same exact binkie for Sugarcube and it's a life saver! She's tried others but likes that one by far...It actually puts her to sleep!
ReplyDeleteYa know, funny story about the pineapple... I sent Steve into the store to get one and was all, "Don't buy it if it's more than $3 because I can get one cheaper than that at the commissary!" (We were at Kroger.) Then he comes back out all mad and told me that this pineapple cost him SIX DOLLARS ZOMG. It was organic and he didn't see a price on it and he was too embarrassed to tell the checkout lady that he didn't want it. So in addition to this pineapple costing a million dollars, it was also picked off the tree approximately 4 months too soon. When it finally stopped looking so green the other day, I tried cutting it up, only to find out that it had started molding. Maybe I'll try again another day. lol
DeleteI am so with you on the tattoos. I can't imagine finding anything that I wouldn't hate in 10 years, never mind 40 years.
ReplyDeleteI confess, I do like hot tea (sometimes). Nowhere near as much as I like hot coffee, though, which pales in comparison to iced coffee.
Yes, iced coffee would be the best option out of those three, with hot coffee on its tail. But what on earth kind of hot tea are you drinking that you don't actively gag on as it's going down? I have yet to even SMELL hot tea that doesn't make me up-chuck.
DeleteHope that baby makes an appearance for you soon!!
ReplyDeleteMe toooooooo!!!!
DeleteGlad I could help with todays post and as always, you make me laugh. I am with you on the no working out during naptime rule (worst question from a husband ever: Soooo what'd you get done during naptime? Answer: Im raising your children, BACK OFF.) and I would sign up for a night nurse anyday. (Thanks mom for sharing a room with Bennett the last 4 nights and fratically searching for his paci in the dark while I peacefully slept.)
ReplyDeleteSometimes Steve asks me what I've done all day (usually when the house is destroyed and I never found time to do the piles of laundry) and I just give him the look.... Really? I've been at WORK all day doing the baby-wrangling thing. Psh.
DeleteYay for mom getting up at night with the baby! Steve got up to find Sam's pacifier the other night, and I heard him trip on a train- Sam actually LAUGHED at him. Sooooo funny. :)
Tattoos are such a bad idea. Speaking from experience. haha I am looking forward to mine being removed one day.
ReplyDeleteWhat did you get?! I am a pain weenie and would probably get a quarter of the way through it and then be like, "Um, ok, I think that's good enough." And then I'd have something like, two letters out of the whole word on my body. LOL I hope the removal is not as painful as the actual tattoo was!
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