Day 2: Meaning behind your blog name
I know my blog name is very vague so let me see if I can shed some light on things....
Adam and I got married. He was one person and I was another. That made two people total. When we found out we were pregnant, that meant two people plus one more. That made three.
AHHH! At last!!! The mystery is revealed!!!!!!!!!
Oct 19, 2010
Oct 18, 2010
30 day blog challenge
Sooo, since Brittany says all the cool people are doing it, you know I had to jump onboard.
Day 1: Introduce, recent picture, 15 facts
Hmm, well as most may know, I have been married to my hubs, Adam, for a little over 2 years and we have one daughter, Maggie Claire. Adam got back from his 1 year tour in Iraq in March so we're just enjoying our time TOGETHER!!!
15 facts:
1. I am ridiculously scared of anything parnormal/supernatural. Seriously. It makes me have panic attacks. I should actually devote an entire post to this topic and how nut-so I am.
2. I love the beach. Adam might say this is closer to an obsession than a love.
3. I just quit my job a few weeks ago. Very uncharacteristic of me. I must also add that this (like the ghosts) is about to give me a panic attack.
4. My best friend is my old college dorm roommate. Didn't know a soul when I started at MSU and those lovely people at the housing office miraculously paired me with someone just as crazy as myself - it was love at first sight. Love ya Kris! ;)
5. The most difficult time in my entire life was when Adam was in Iraq. I was pregnant and living at home with my parents while my husband was at war. I seriously didn't think I was going to make it. This is when I discovered how powerful prayer can be!
6. I graduated from Mississippi State with a degree in elementary education. I taught for 2 years and realized it may not be for me. I am now on my bankrupt-inducing path of self discovery.
7. I actually adore my mother-in-law. I know, crazy, right?
8.. I found out I had a half-brother 10 years ago. Last May I decided to look for him and I found him on facebook. You can read the whole store here.
9. I hate confrontation. In the midst of anyone being angry I usually cry.
10. I wish I were as spiritual and faithful as my husband. He makes me want to be a better person.
11. I love public speaking.
12. My favorite food in the world is macaroni and cheese. period.
13. One day I am going to invent toe extensions. I hate my toes. They look like short, fat sausages. One of my friends in high school called them "little smokies". I am forever traumatized.
14. I don't get into the following things: sports, politics, and plants (yes, this last one upsets my husband greatly - he's finishing up his degree in landscape architecture)
15. I am technologically retarded. Seriously. If something involves more than clicking a mouse or plugging one cord into the wall I am usually in trouble.
So there you have it. A little about little me. Next post should be short so I think I'm going to get on it right now :)
Day 1: Introduce, recent picture, 15 facts
Hmm, well as most may know, I have been married to my hubs, Adam, for a little over 2 years and we have one daughter, Maggie Claire. Adam got back from his 1 year tour in Iraq in March so we're just enjoying our time TOGETHER!!!
This picture is SOMEWHAT recent. It was taken at one of State's games - I believe last month. This is the adorable hubs and little MC :) It makes me smile.
15 facts:
1. I am ridiculously scared of anything parnormal/supernatural. Seriously. It makes me have panic attacks. I should actually devote an entire post to this topic and how nut-so I am.
2. I love the beach. Adam might say this is closer to an obsession than a love.
3. I just quit my job a few weeks ago. Very uncharacteristic of me. I must also add that this (like the ghosts) is about to give me a panic attack.
4. My best friend is my old college dorm roommate. Didn't know a soul when I started at MSU and those lovely people at the housing office miraculously paired me with someone just as crazy as myself - it was love at first sight. Love ya Kris! ;)
5. The most difficult time in my entire life was when Adam was in Iraq. I was pregnant and living at home with my parents while my husband was at war. I seriously didn't think I was going to make it. This is when I discovered how powerful prayer can be!
6. I graduated from Mississippi State with a degree in elementary education. I taught for 2 years and realized it may not be for me. I am now on my bankrupt-inducing path of self discovery.
7. I actually adore my mother-in-law. I know, crazy, right?
8.. I found out I had a half-brother 10 years ago. Last May I decided to look for him and I found him on facebook. You can read the whole store here.
9. I hate confrontation. In the midst of anyone being angry I usually cry.
10. I wish I were as spiritual and faithful as my husband. He makes me want to be a better person.
11. I love public speaking.
12. My favorite food in the world is macaroni and cheese. period.
13. One day I am going to invent toe extensions. I hate my toes. They look like short, fat sausages. One of my friends in high school called them "little smokies". I am forever traumatized.
14. I don't get into the following things: sports, politics, and plants (yes, this last one upsets my husband greatly - he's finishing up his degree in landscape architecture)
15. I am technologically retarded. Seriously. If something involves more than clicking a mouse or plugging one cord into the wall I am usually in trouble.
So there you have it. A little about little me. Next post should be short so I think I'm going to get on it right now :)
Oct 6, 2010
Are You There Readers? Its me, Jessica...
I miss blogging. I like to think at least one person misses reading. However, I am drowning and therefore all energy is being devoted to kicking my little arms and legs in desperate attempts to stay afloat. Note to self: full time job + baby (who has lately been sick and teething) + husband pursuing landscape architecture degree + house = insane woman.
I'll be back one day. Until then - remember a post you enjoyed, curl up in the fetal position, and repeat "she will not leave me, she will not leave me". Stay strong bloggy buddies ;)
I'll be back one day. Until then - remember a post you enjoyed, curl up in the fetal position, and repeat "she will not leave me, she will not leave me". Stay strong bloggy buddies ;)
Sep 22, 2010
9 month pictures
Can't believe I am just now getting these posted. Our sweet little MC had her 9 month photo session recently - here are some of my favorites!!! Happy Wednesday!!! :)
Sep 8, 2010
The Devil Wears Skinny Jeans
Not Prada. Skinny jeans. I am convinced that these supposed fashion staples were in fact conceived and manufactured in lair of an evil mastermind. I fail to take responsiblity for the fact that I had a baby nine months ago and I'm fat. I refuse to acknowladge the known fact that I am probably one of the clumsiest people to ever live. These jeans must be stopped. Let me elaborate.
Sunday night was going well. We had a few of Adam's friends over and I was sporting my skinny jeans. (I had aboslutely no issues getting these things on by the way) I had to admit I was looking snazzy. After a fun night hanging out his friends left and it was time for bed. (Cue stereotypical western-show-down theme music) I went to our room and started to get undressed. Uh oh. Issues. As I put my leg up in attempts to remove what I now lovingly refer to as the "devil pants" I got tangled. I mean I got tangled bad. Its close to impossible to remove your foot from the tiny opening at the bottom of the devil pants and so as I pulled and my foot didn't come through as it should've, I lost my balance. When I say "lost my balance", I mean I feel completely backwards and slammed my head on our bedroom door. Of course the hubs immediately comes running in to check on me. Must've been quite the site. Me. One naked leg. The other hopelessly tangled in a disarray of demon fabric. He heard the thud and then put two and two together - and laughed. As I reached for the back of my head and started pouting about how badly , number one, I hate these damn pants, and, number two how horribly my head hurt. He then went from ass wipe to sweetheart and helped me up and asked if I was ok and if he could do anything. I said no and just went to bed.
I awoke the next morning and couldn't believe how bad I felt. I expected the headache - but the stabbing pain? Man, it was rough. Well, then I started feeling REALLY neauseous (ok is it just me or is that the hardest word in the whole freakin' English language to spell??) Anyway, I didn't think too much of it. I had taco soup the previous night for dinner. Taco soup. beans. You do the math. Anyway, pushed is aside along with a few doses of Tylenol.
Then, Tuesday rolls around. Time for work. I woke that morning with horrible head pain and was surprisingly dizzy trying to walk to the bathroom. I made some toast (as my stomach wasn't feeling too great) and couldn't even eat it. One bite and I had had enough. Got dressed and went to work.
However, all my symptoms just kept getting worse throughout the day and to top it all off, I was TIRED!!! I mean, like, crazy tired. I called my mom during lunch and after telling her of my spill she frantically told me I needed to get to the ER ASAP. I thought about it and decided that would probably be best. With my luck I'd have a bleeding brain and kill over before I could even make it back to Starkvegas.
Got to the ER and had PLENTY of time to fabricate my tale of heroism and subsequent head injury. "Well, doctor, I saw a puppy running into the road to catch a man who had just stolen a little old lady's purse while she was helping a mother whose baby stroller had rolled away from her. I knew I had to take action. I quickly ran into the road, caught the purse snatcher, picked up the puppy, and stopped the roll away stroller.... however, a car hit me. Small price to pay for saving a puppy, little old lady, and a mother and her baby though." Oh yeah. That was it. The truth of "well, I fell whil attempting to remove my fat ass from a pair of skinny jeans" never crossed my mind.
I'm such a softy. When "mam-could-you-describe-your-accident" time came, I couldn't lie. I told them straight. I'm a clumsy idiot and need to be kept away from all sharp and pointy objects. Anyway, diagnosis? Concussion. What the crap? Is that code for dying? Let me just say, I had never been the athletic type and therefore have never sustained any major injury of any sort. To me, a concussion was something that knocked you out and made your brain bleed and explode. Uh, not fun. He assured me that it was fine and my CT looked normal. He said I just needed to take it easy for a few days and refrain from any physical activity. and skinny jeans. and heels. Thanks, doc.
All in all it was a grand experience. I have now equaled the likes of football greats and can check "concussion" off my major injury list. Yay.
On a lighter note, I have to say the hubs has been super sweet. I wasn't feeling well last night and ended up falling asleep on the couch as Adam worked on his school stuff. I awoke about 2:30am to find my sweet man curled up on a pallet on the floor beside me. He heard me move and looked up to see if I was ok...
brain-dead wife - "honey, what in the world are you doing down there on the floor?"
sweet hubs - "well, I didn't want to wake you to come to bed... and I wanted to be close to you in case you woke up. I wanted to be here in case you needed anything and I didn't want you to wake up alone."
Are you serious?? Men like this exist - and I married one? Lucky clumsy me! Have a great week everyone!!!
Sunday night was going well. We had a few of Adam's friends over and I was sporting my skinny jeans. (I had aboslutely no issues getting these things on by the way) I had to admit I was looking snazzy. After a fun night hanging out his friends left and it was time for bed. (Cue stereotypical western-show-down theme music) I went to our room and started to get undressed. Uh oh. Issues. As I put my leg up in attempts to remove what I now lovingly refer to as the "devil pants" I got tangled. I mean I got tangled bad. Its close to impossible to remove your foot from the tiny opening at the bottom of the devil pants and so as I pulled and my foot didn't come through as it should've, I lost my balance. When I say "lost my balance", I mean I feel completely backwards and slammed my head on our bedroom door. Of course the hubs immediately comes running in to check on me. Must've been quite the site. Me. One naked leg. The other hopelessly tangled in a disarray of demon fabric. He heard the thud and then put two and two together - and laughed. As I reached for the back of my head and started pouting about how badly , number one, I hate these damn pants, and, number two how horribly my head hurt. He then went from ass wipe to sweetheart and helped me up and asked if I was ok and if he could do anything. I said no and just went to bed.
I awoke the next morning and couldn't believe how bad I felt. I expected the headache - but the stabbing pain? Man, it was rough. Well, then I started feeling REALLY neauseous (ok is it just me or is that the hardest word in the whole freakin' English language to spell??) Anyway, I didn't think too much of it. I had taco soup the previous night for dinner. Taco soup. beans. You do the math. Anyway, pushed is aside along with a few doses of Tylenol.
Then, Tuesday rolls around. Time for work. I woke that morning with horrible head pain and was surprisingly dizzy trying to walk to the bathroom. I made some toast (as my stomach wasn't feeling too great) and couldn't even eat it. One bite and I had had enough. Got dressed and went to work.
However, all my symptoms just kept getting worse throughout the day and to top it all off, I was TIRED!!! I mean, like, crazy tired. I called my mom during lunch and after telling her of my spill she frantically told me I needed to get to the ER ASAP. I thought about it and decided that would probably be best. With my luck I'd have a bleeding brain and kill over before I could even make it back to Starkvegas.
Got to the ER and had PLENTY of time to fabricate my tale of heroism and subsequent head injury. "Well, doctor, I saw a puppy running into the road to catch a man who had just stolen a little old lady's purse while she was helping a mother whose baby stroller had rolled away from her. I knew I had to take action. I quickly ran into the road, caught the purse snatcher, picked up the puppy, and stopped the roll away stroller.... however, a car hit me. Small price to pay for saving a puppy, little old lady, and a mother and her baby though." Oh yeah. That was it. The truth of "well, I fell whil attempting to remove my fat ass from a pair of skinny jeans" never crossed my mind.
I'm such a softy. When "mam-could-you-describe-your-accident" time came, I couldn't lie. I told them straight. I'm a clumsy idiot and need to be kept away from all sharp and pointy objects. Anyway, diagnosis? Concussion. What the crap? Is that code for dying? Let me just say, I had never been the athletic type and therefore have never sustained any major injury of any sort. To me, a concussion was something that knocked you out and made your brain bleed and explode. Uh, not fun. He assured me that it was fine and my CT looked normal. He said I just needed to take it easy for a few days and refrain from any physical activity. and skinny jeans. and heels. Thanks, doc.
All in all it was a grand experience. I have now equaled the likes of football greats and can check "concussion" off my major injury list. Yay.
On a lighter note, I have to say the hubs has been super sweet. I wasn't feeling well last night and ended up falling asleep on the couch as Adam worked on his school stuff. I awoke about 2:30am to find my sweet man curled up on a pallet on the floor beside me. He heard me move and looked up to see if I was ok...
brain-dead wife - "honey, what in the world are you doing down there on the floor?"
sweet hubs - "well, I didn't want to wake you to come to bed... and I wanted to be close to you in case you woke up. I wanted to be here in case you needed anything and I didn't want you to wake up alone."
Are you serious?? Men like this exist - and I married one? Lucky clumsy me! Have a great week everyone!!!
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