Define Crazy: On parenting girls

Define Crazy: On parenting girls

Illustrated Tweet Of The Day

someone needs to take me back....Illustrated Tweet Of The Day

The Harry Potter Convos We Need to Have

As someone who has read the books multiple times, and someone who has seen the movies countless times, I could not have stated the reasoning why so many people have fallen in love with the magical world of Harry Potter. I too, may never be able to forgive Jo for killing off Fred, but I will I always be grateful to her for creating such an awesome world we can all be a part of.

Once again, thanks HelloGiggles!


The Harry Potter Convos We Need to Have

How To Be British

I want to be a Britt so I found this HelloGiggles article to be awesome!




How To Be British

Baby’s Guide To Relationships

Words to live by. Regardless of how long you've been dating or been married. I especially like: Don't put your heel down, Nobody puts Baby in a corner, and be aware of each other's dance space.




Baby’s Guide To Relationships

Shiny Happy Book Club: “MWF Seeking BFF”

I am seriously starting to believe that HelloGiggles was sent to me by a higher power. A few days ago I came across an article on making new girlfriends, which I found very interesting, and today I come across this article. I have always had a 'difficult' time making friends. As a child I was always very shy and insecure, I always hung back, to insecure to start conversations. As I grew into a teenage, the same pattern continued...though I'm sure that the fact I was fat didn't help. Being overweight made me second guess myself, made me talk myself out of speaking up and introducing myself to people. I would see other overweight teens/young adult and I would wonder, 'how the heck are they doing it?'.

Anyway, somehow I made it out of that awkward stage of my life. I'm not saying I'm completely outgoing, but I'm better. Now I'm at a stage in my life where I don't really have a set of go to girl friends. I have one. Cristina and I reconnected a couple years ago, she's great, but apart from her, I'm usually flying solo. It's actually kind of pathetic, MLK day I took myself to the movies, alone, at noon to watch New Years Eve...I was surrounded by annoying, loud teenagers. SMH.

Anyway, like I was saying at the start, I think a higher power might be suggesting that I get out there, leave fear and insecurity behind, and make new potential friends....have I mentioned my make up consultant at Clinique seems pretty cool?


Shiny Happy Book Club: “MWF Seeking BFF”

Original Winnie The Pooh Drawings

one of my favorite characters ever. Happy Winnie the Pooh Day!


Original Winnie The Pooh Drawings

Stop The Boy That Makes You Cry (Stories From My College Days)

Good grief! Lord knows I have been there. On BOTH sides of this story. What is it with girls in their early twenties and boys that make us cry? We are attracted to the full of themselves, high than thou, egotistical assholes, who are only out for one thing. And yet we kept going back for more and more, somehow making it OKAY in our heads that yes, they really do like us. Excuse me, I keep referring to 'us', 'we', and 'girls', when I should just be using, "I", and "me'. But considering the number of other early twenty-something girls I encountered in my time, I sure it's okay that for me to use the plurals.

Thinking back on my past encounters of the 'what the hell was I thinking?!" kind, part of me is kinda okay with it because thanks to those D-bags, I can appreciate and truly be grateful for the great man I am married too.

So if there is anyone out there reading this...or any of my other blog posts, know that it is okay to cry, it is okay to let those bastards go. You are better without them. Your time will come.





Stop The Boy That Makes You Cry (Stories From My College Days)

Moving Away From My Mother Has Turned Me Into My Mother

Once again, HelloGiggles lights up day. I came this article tonight and was amazed! I totally can relate. I as approach 32, I find myself more and more becoming like my mother...liking a clean house. Ten years ago I wouldn't care less about putting my clothes away, or doing laundry, or having clean bathroom. Now, I can't stand when my husband doesn't put his clothes away, I have to do laundry, because I GET it done all in one day. I must have a clean bathroom, and a clean kitchen. My husband and I have a deal, when I cook, he cleans, when he cooks, I clean. Sounds great, right? Nope. When I cook, I clean as I go. When he cooks, it's a hot mess everywhere! The food is always delicious, but the mess is horrid. On top of that, when I cook I have taken it upon myself to clean as I ago, because it takes my loving husband forever to clean up. The dirty dishes just there in the sink...I can't stand it.

Thankfully, my husband does surprise me with a cleaning service...from time to time. And that makes up for all the other stuff that gets left behind...





Moving Away From My Mother Has Turned Me Into My Mother

shm.wth.

I'm trying to update my blog layout and clearly I am not having an easy time figuring this out! WTH? To top that off, I somehow managed to completely change my blogging format. I use to have the basic format, now it's a completely different one. And on top of that, Jacoby Jones of the Texans is an idiot.

Which Babysitters Club Member Are You?

Many thanks HelloGiggles for bringing this jewel out of hiding. I grew up on the BSC. I remember being in Mrs. Green's fifth grade class, walking up to her bookshelf and picking up BSC #9, The Ghost at Dawn's House. I couldn't put it down! Loved it. The BSC saw me through my entire fifth grade, middle school, and yes, part of my high school career. Sadly, they somehow ended up in a box at my parent's house. However, I did manage to locate a few and I have those stationed in my classroom library for my students to read.

The article below talks about which baby-sitter you most relate too. I always considered myself a Mary Anne, with a bit of a Stacy hiding inside. I'm about to turn 32, and I still consider this to be true.
Perhaps I 'll swing by my mom' house and go digging through those old boxes to see if I can find the rest of my BSC collection...



Which Babysitters Club Member Are You?

On Making New Girlfriends

Another good one from HelloGiggles. I had a hard time making friends as a child and teenage. I was much to shy and insecure for my own good. As an adult, I also find myself hesitant to step outside my comfort zone and engage in conversation with what could be a future girl, I'm trying to get better at this. I'm a cool person. I really am, therefore, I found this article very insightful. Here's hoping it helps me in my endeavors to meet new people and make new girlfriends.

As a side note, my Clinique consultant is really cool. Everytime I've gone to purchase something new, we've engaged in a rather nice back and forth. Hmm, potential friend? Only time will tell.


On Making New Girlfriends

Instant Movie: Scream (1996)

I agree. This is one of the ONLY slasher films I can sit through. Thanks HelloGiggles for making me feel not such a dweeb. Everyone gives me smack for NOT enjoying slasher flicks. I always say, Scooby-Doo is as scary as I go. However, I can also do Scream.



Instant Movie: Scream (1996)

HelloGiggles

I recently discovered HelloGiggles.com and am in love with it. It is a site geared for women. Last night, as I was sitting in my pj's on the sofa, watching rerun after rerun of The Big Bang Theory, I came across this on HelloGiggles.
Enjoy!



The Best Lady GaGa Cover You’ll Hear, From PS22 and Ithacapella

2012

I welcome you with open arms. I pray and hope that...
-you not heard that my tubes are funky
-haven't heard that my ovaries are acting a fool
-that you know I want to drop 20lbs.
-that you know for a fact I wouldn't mind beginning 20lbs due to being preggers
-that I am able to pay off a student loan...or at least half of it.
-that more than anything on Earth I want to be a mommy.

Just praying.


Happy New Years. May it be the best yet.

and so...

another year is coming to an end, and I couldn't be happier. 2011 wasn't the best of years for the zemog's. As soon as the clock rings midnight tomorrow night, I am not looking back. Repeat. I am not looking back. I pray and hope that 2012 bring much good for the zemogs. I hope 2012 is the year I pay off one student loan. I hope 2012 is the year I drop 20lbs. I hope 2012 is the year I gain back the 20 lbs I am planning on loosing because I pray with all my heart that 2012 is the year we get preggers and become parents. That's not asking for much....is it?

There's a crime scene in my pants...

There you have it. In a nutshell, we're NOT pregnant. Again. It sucks, but one must remain hopeful. We'll try again and again until it happens. Meanwhile, I can hit the gym and keep myself busy and NOT stress. Try not to focus on everyone around me walking around with a belly or about to pop out a kid. Trying to avoid people who can't help but ask, "when are you going to have a baby?!" Really annoying individual, because our sex life is any of your concern. People who are always asking, even if they haven't seen you in years, but still believe it's okay to ask, piss me off. No sir and madame, it is NOT okay to ask. Some of us have to work to have a baby, unlike others who just seem to open their legs and BAM! they're pregnant.

Enough ranting. Off to Pilates.

First grade teacher no more...

It has been a good while since I've gotten around to posting anything. Sorry! It has just been crazy. In the past three months, my grandmother passed, I flew to Honduras to visit family and her grave, got news from my OB that my only hope for children is IVF, got more news from my RE (Reproductive Endocrinologist) that my tubes and ovaries are doing okay and... I made the decision to move to fourth grade. Yep, Mrs. Gomez is no longer the first grade teacher, much to the kindergartner's, (and their parents), disappointment. I am moving to fourth. Sadly, my good friend and co-worker decided to move back home to NOLA, and took a position out there, which made it possible for me to make the move.

I am very excited. I am very nervous. I am very anxious. I am full of ideas...and doubt. Though, I am trying to rid myself of the doubt and just focus on the excitement of a new challenge. I've had the students before as first graders. They're very excited! As are the parents, a lot of them have told me how excited they are to have me again, I even had a few come into my end of school party and hug me and congratulate me on the move.

The math and science frighten me a little. I am trying to research to see if there are any math courses being offered in the Texas area during the summer. So far, just one, one day seminar. I hope I am able to come across at least one more I can attended. I do, however, have access the math and science online, so I'll be reviewing the material I'll be teaching!

crampy and sleepy

So I'm 7dpo and I've been oh so sleepy since I woke up and very crampy. These cramps aren't the OMG, I'm in so much pain, it hurts, cramps. These are more like the, "these are so annoying", cramps. I hope that these are positive signs. I'm currently 7dpo, I know that implantation will happen anywhere from 7-10dpo. As always, I know time will tell. Time will always tell. I just hope that this time, time will tell us good news.

how is it decided

So last night my husband, some friends and I went to the rodeo to see Mr. Tim McGraw. As we're walking up to Reliant Stadium for the show, we're almost run over by these two idiots, both pushing stroller, with babies in them. What the hell?! I was not okay with that. How is it that these two idiots have babies and clearly don't know what the hell they're doing. Meanwhile, those of us who are at a good place in life are having a dickens of a time getting pregnant. How is that right? How is that fair? How is it decided who get's to get pregnant and who has to keep trying and trying and trying and trying? How? I would love to know this.

It's not that I'm bitter, because I'm not. I would just like to know, which I know isn't possible since I'm on God's time not my own. I am aware of that, I just need reminders from time to time. It is frustrating to want something so badly and not getting it. Telling my husband monht after month that "oh yea, my period just came, we're not pregnant.", is very hard. This whole process is very hard and draining. Draining mentally, emotionally and physically. We're not giving it up though. God will, our time to be pregnant and become parents will come soon enough. I just needed to vent.
Thanks for listening...is anyone listening?