Finally some relief

Micke and I took the kids to an appointment for a basic physical. Angel and Abel are still both underweight. Abel is just over 16 lbs now and I guess he is supposed to probably be around 18 or more by now. He's 27 inches long so he's also not very tall for an 8 month old. Angel is 28 lbs some oz and he's 37" tall. He's also not extremely tall only in the 25% for height and 10% for weight.

Then we hit the grocery store and got the basics. When we got home the mail had come and I received a check  for the excess funds from my student loans. It is not the usual amount but it was something. It will be enough to turn my phone and Micke's phone back on along with getting my student copy of Microsoft Word 2010. I might hold off on buying Microsoft Word 2010 until after I get the rest of the dispersement, if I get it.

Maybe I'll get that job and it really will not matter.

On Human Dignity and Facebook

As a Catholic Christian I firmly believe in human dignity and that everyone from conception to natural death is created in the image and likeness of God. I believe that every human should be afforded their dignity regardless or race, color, creed, religion, sex, age or culture.

I also believe in people's right to free speech. I wish nobody to take that from us because I want  to say what I think without fear of imprisonment. If I am not to keen on the President, I want to say that. Facebook offers everyone with an opinion, stupid, ignorant, illogical or otherwise the ability to tell the world in just over 400 characters if they choose, exactly what their opinion is. In fact, people can even blurt out every ridiculous rambling of the brain, a factoid, a video clip, or a news piece. Facebook is nearly unlimited in the content of what you can post in the character limited blurb you can share with the world. I know they don't allow pornography or offensive images and things like that but for the most part you can get by with nearly anything.

However, I find that Facebook has become a competitive kind of market place for people to voice the most shocking things that they can think of. Perhaps, in society this has always been a problem that these sorts of people have always voiced loudly their shocking and disgusting comments in the public square and it is only more noticeable that jerks exist because social media is fast, easy and world wide, of course. The comments I notice now are ones that go to the extremes of being shocking. On Facebook people seem to be more free to strip the dignity from every human being from the weak, poor and destitute, to the powerful and rich. Everyone is a target for shock "comedy" and status updates. Perhaps mimicking the ways of Family Guy and American Dad are seen as rebellious, cool, different and bad ass. I just find them repetitive,rude, and obnoxious.

I do not see the appeal of shock comedy. People only find it hilarious when it deals with situations they have not been in. When Peter Griffin on Family Guy had a flash back to a time that he killed his own child because of SBS I nearly vomited. Some people laughed, but Shaken Baby Syndrome is absolutely not a joke.

The thing about shock comedy, as it is nowadays, is that anyone can do it. It takes no talent or creativity whatsoever to come up with something morbid and disgusting to say about another person or being. I have tested this many times. All you have to do is find a type of person or a tragic situation and make a derogatory comment about them using much foul language and that can make for shock comedy or a multiply "liked" and commented on status message.

The biggest problem I have with these kinds of status updates and attempts at comedy is I highly doubt a lot of what it said on Facebook would be uttered out loud. I highly doubt that someone would go into their work place, stand by the cooler and start saying stuff like "Retarded people are funny! They remind me of dogs" (have seen this)
Or "Toddlers are stupid little expletives deleted!"

When I signed up for Facebook I guess I was naive.

A clean room again

I feel like every time I turn around I'm cleaning and cleaning. Well I cleaned the attic again today and hopefully it can stay clean. Its not yet perfect but its good and when we leave I hope it will remain like this. I am awfully tired of spending hours on one small room.

I can't wait until we have our own place. It will be so nice because it will just be us. My ideal place will not have stairs to climb, will allow pets, will be small and low maintenance. It would be a bonus if the place had 1 1/2 baths because of how long it takes Micke to use the bathroom.

Today I played with Abel on the floor upstairs. We usually play downstairs because of the clutter up here but we got to play up here. I was playing with him and Angel simultaneously when Angel came over with a few sets of blocks and built toy guns from them. He claimed they were sensory guns. We pretended to "kill" people that didn't exist and slowly I started to fall asleep while playing.

I didn't sleep long, though, Angel wouldn't allow it.  He started waking me up saying "You're not dead! You can't be dead that long, Mom!"

I need to go freshen up A.J's bottle. I hear him suckin air.

The Attic in the Picture is not my own actual room.

The Lord buys me Taco Bell.

Okay so I had the second interview today and also did some tests. They are considering me for a position in the inbound calls section. It would deal with current customers updating their information for the company. Anyway I'd just have to change any information as necessary. The base pay is 9 dollars an hour and the work is 40 hours a week.
So I think I did okay at the interview now I am soliciting prayers from friends and family. I am also going to be praying. It seems like a good opportunity if I can get it. I will be following up sometime around Tuesday or Wednesday of next week, since that's when the selection process begins.

After the interview I was starving. I wanted to go home and cook up some Ramen but Micke wanted to go to Taco Bell. I almost had him turn into McDonald's but he really wanted to try Taco Bell.

We sat down and ate and we discussed my job interview. The training would not start until the 11th of July is all I told him. I think I said that's a little bit of the ways off but we'll make it. Other than that I didn't talk about much. We discussed the nutrients of  Taco Bell food because the food has high calories.

As we were cleaning up Micke was cleaning up the food and I was wiping down the baby and a man walked in and asked about gift cards. Believe it or not,  I was not actaully being nosy.  I could hear him ask because he had a booming voice. As I turned to wipe food off of Abel's face I heard the cashier answer "10 or 20" He said 20.

Then that triggered a thought about my mom buying Angel a 10 dollar gift card to eat at McDonalds. I drifted off in my brain about the gift cards and how my mom had bought one and started thinking there must be at least 5 left on it because Micke and I reloaded it. I don't know I had all these thoughts and then Abel started clapping his hands which is always cute so I joined him in clapping my hands when the man from the counter approached to tell us we had a lovely family. I smiled up at him and said "Thank you!" He said "You're welcome."

When my husband came by he slammed the 20 dollar gift card he had just purchased onto the table. He said "The Lord told me to give this to you" and smiled and said something like "He died and rose again, ya know" and shook Micke's hand and we thanked him a few times but were puzzled.  Anyway he walked out and that was that.

Weirdest thing to happen all week. How boring is my life? :P

Pina Colada Soft Serve

Late last night Micke's sister came and gave us some money for the household items we need. Today we went out and got them and Micke had some money left over on our bank card so he treated us to soft serve. There's this place a little bit away and it serves flavored soft serve. There  is something like 24 flavors of soft serve. Anyway we ate there and I picked Pina Colada, Micke had Peanut Butter, and Angel had some kinda nasty kind.

The cashier who served us the ice cream said they only came in medium. But medium there is like a large anywhere else.

You know after I ate the ice cream there I kind of regretted being there. Mc Donald's has ice cream for 50 cents and when we got the 50 cent ice cream cones before they were huge....plenty of ice cream for one person. They are only vanilla but, honestly, vanilla is good enough. The added flavors didn't seem to flow through the entire soft serve swirl anyway. It was more like the first 5 licks were awesome exploding with Pina Colada the rest was iffy vanilla.

And if I am going to get a huge swirly soft serve of ice cream on a cone that tastes plain I can go with Mickey Ds. We could have all had ice cream and sandwiches and small sodas for the price of all of the cones we had at the ice cream stand.

Ah, well, Mickey D's is bad for ya anyway.

Later we went shopping and got our fat cat, Popeye some diet cat-food. The little food pieces look like brown peas. I poured him a whole bowl, and Micke said it defeats the purpose of diet if he gets that much  in one sitting. That's like having a diet soda because you are on a diet but drinking a whole pitcher in one day.

So I scooped most of it out and left about half a cup's worth. Perhaps that is the appropriate amount. I probably should look up serving sizes online for this particular brand of cat food.

We got home and Micke's sister called and said we should visit Papi in the nursing home. Micke said sure but changed his mind when he realized how sick he felt after taking his flexerill to make his back feel better. No driving for dizzy Daisy, over there. :P

Phone Interview and Testing

Okay so I got a call at 11 this morning and it was a phone interview from a local company. I don't want to get in a lot of trouble because blogs get narc'd on quickly so I will just say I was nervous on the phone. However, even with my stumbling through the questions the woman still offered a test  for me at their local offices. I suppose the next step to the hiring process is the testing that I have to do.

We'll see in a week if I have a job with these folks or not. I'm keeping my fingers and toes crossed. I might even cross my eyes. Yes I'm that desperate.

Faithfully

Micke and I are listening to this:

We looked in our account and we have less than 10 dollars to our name and I have no job. Micke was in that auto accident on May 8th so he cannot get work because he is in so much pain he can hardly move from the couch where he sleeps now.

I am looking for work but nothing is turning up. I  am getting desperate. The kids have no bread, we are almost out of milk and Abel might soon be without formula.

This is completely depressing. We cant go to a Food Bank because we have canned goods we don't  need more canned goods. We need bread and milk and baby formula. We can't get food stamps that takes 10 days and we'll need the milk and bread stuff now, like tomorrow.

I'm stressed out.

A Heavy Package

My mom's package came in the mail today. Well it is for my kids but it came from my mom. It had a load of cute baby clothes, including some stuff from Carter's. Most of it is winter clothes but I love the summer stuff she sent as well. She even sent Angel a scooter.

My brother in law put it together because I had no idea what the instructions were asking me to do. Meanwhile, Angel played upstairs with his dad so he didn't even know that the thing inside of the spider man box was a toddler scooter. He just thought it was an empty box.  So I decided to place the scooter on the porch until he came back downstairs.

When I called him down he said "Where's my box?" I said "Right there" indicating the box all of the stuff came in. He said "No that's my garage! Where's my spider man box?" I said "I threw it in the trash it was bent." He was sort of disappointed but he said "Oh.." and moved on.

I got him dressed in some new clothes he had gotten in the package and told him to put on his shoes. When that was all done he was ready to go outside. When he went outside to the porch he saw the contents of the box....the scooter and started jumping around and was so happy.

He grabbed me and said "We have to ride this we have to now" but I had to attend to the baby so I said "Just wait" then he remembered he needed his Spider Man helmet so he asked me to grab that. By the time I grabbed the baby and the helmet it started to rain.

I said "Oh its just a little drizzle! Let's try this scooter." So I showed him how to use it and told him to try it. He tried it but he couldn't seem to manage the concept of gliding one foot back while keeping one foot intact on the board.

Soon the rain came pouring down so we rushed inside.

I grabbed Angel's scooter and told him he could practice in the living room. However, its just not as fun to ride indoors.

School and House MD?

Today started off okay.  First Micke had to go do some errands and visit his chiropractor. Then when he got home he had brought his 12 year old along as well. Angel admires his big brother, Joey. They all went out to play. I gave Abel a bath in the sink downstairs and then I took him out as well.

Later,Abel learned how to sit up. He's a bit of a late bloomer at 8 months old but better late than never. He isn't great at staying seated without support but he lasted over 30 minutes and even played with a ball with me. I gave him a big bowl of cereal, played ball with him and gave him a bottle and he was asleep in no time.

Now I am sitting here looking over a class assignment and am so confused on how to do it. The question involves choosing a scenario in which I use medical terminology to describe a patient's condition. Anyway, I decided to watch some House MD clips to get an idea and I came up empty. 

I try reading the book but its all a blur to me. I don't think the medical field is actually going to turn out to be right for me. We'll see but I am pretty sure I hate Medical Language.

Thigh Massage!!

Ahh my thighs hurt! They hurt really bad whenever I stand up, squat down, walk down a flight of steps and even if I walk up the stairs it hurts but not as bad as when I walk down. I woke up with this pain this morning. I am kind of hoping it will go away after tonight maybe tomorrow I will wake up fine. The pain is excruciating. It makes me afraid to walk  at all.

I don't know what caused it. Micke is of the opinion that its because I walk a lot but I walk a lot all the time, why now?

This really hurts I took pain medication and got nothing.  Good thing Micke is going to get the baby lotion and massage these sore thighs later on.

I cleaned the bedroom today. It looks okay now.

About Me

Well I did this in my dream blog except I explained what that was about and a little about me. So I guess that's said there. However, I like to do this anyway because it starts my blog off fresh. Also I can check out my fonts later and see how they appear in the blog.

Anyway:
This blog is about me, my mommy hood and whatever else rolls out of my head and into the blog. I am not an organized person. Occasionally I will add pictures. I might do this pretty frequently but time will tell if I will be up to it. I am not a photographer not even amateur. I just like adding photos because I like to brag, plain and simple.

As  I write this I am a mommy to two little boys and a step mom to one older boy. The older boy is about to be 13 but probably the next time I update this he'll be 24. He's autistic and he's very sweet and smart. I don't have a lot to say on my kids because it will be said probably in the blog as I think of it.

I have a cat that has one eye and his name is Popeye. Very original, there. Well we adopted him with the name and we didn't intend to change it.

We is in reference to my husband. I've been married to him since May 15th 2007. We had our two boys together (above mentioned) after we got married.

Let's see.......I don't know what to say specifically about myself. I will google a questionnaire real fast and see what questions I feel like answering. I might answer around 5.

1.) Do you drink?
Other than soda pop, water, juice or milk I don't drink. I don't drink alcohol that's what this meant anyway. I have before but I don't make a habit of it and when I do drink its very rarely like once a year......and no not on New Year's Day or Christmas.

2.)Do you smoke?
No not ever. Not cigarettes or the wacky stuff.

3.) How many pillows do you sleep with?
 None right now. My husband was recently in an auto accident so he's the pillow hog. Normally I like to have a body pillow and a normal sized pillow so that makes 2.

4.) Do you have any siblings?
I do have siblings. I have  4 1/2 brothers and a 1/2 sister and a step sister. In total I have 7 siblings. I grew up with only 4 brothers, though.  My older 1/2 brother I've never known and probably will never meet. My older 1/2 sister has nothing to do with our family and I only barely know her. She wasn't raised with my brothers and myself. My step sister is a brand new addition to my family.

5.) What are your fears or phobias?
I am afraid of palmetto bugs, closed in spaces, and socializing...


That's all for now. I don't want to turn this into one of those blogs where I am listing off stuff based on a bunch of questions written by some tween. Not that I'll ever have readers but I want to write about stuff that matters to me, not about the color of my underpants.