What Your Sleeping Position Says
You have a passion for everything – including sleeping.
Outgoing and brash, you tend to still shock those who know you well.
You tend to be selfish. You are the most likely type to hog the covers.
You gravitate toward comfort and don’t like extreme situations.
What Does Your Sleeping Position Say About You?

Uh… I plead the fifth.

I just drank some more coke. Now I’ll have to go through withdrawal all over again. I’m such a doofus.

I’m feeling kind of short tonight. Things are annoying me more easily than usual and I feel like I can’t focus. Maybe I ate too much chocolate and its making my patience wane. Who knows…

I think I’ll go watch something on my TiVo and try to relax. Maybe that’ll help…

Well, I’m feeling much better today. My caffeine headache seems to have broken, PTL!

I put together my lesson plans for the week last night. I’m excited about trying this homeschool program to see how we like it and if I think it might be a good fit for my kids once they’re older. I am compiling resources from several curriculums. My main one is from the letter of the week page. They have so many great ideas on there! I am doing their 3-year-old program, so we’ll see how it works. I made up my posters and stuff last night. I found coloring sheets, music, stories, poetry, and more. We’re going to do lessons on Adam and Eve, as well as Johnny Appleseed. We’re also going to take a field trip to the Happy Apple Farm. I think that’ll be a blast. Matt found one of the posters that I had made last night that has a big A and a little A with an airplane. He colored the airplane in for me and was very psyched. I think this week will be a lot of fun.

My wedding ring keeps spinning around on my finger. I really need to get it resized. I’m just afraid that I’ll get pregnant and then swell up and not be able to wear it… Oh well, I just need to bite the bullet and resize it.

Today is a beautiful day, so I’m going to open the house up and finish getting ready for our Life Group to come over tonight. It should be fun!

Everyone should go buy their albums. All of the cool kids are doing it.

I’ve been a fan of theirs since… 1997, I think. Back when they were Divine Child and played a show at Respectables with the Insyderz and Fold Zandura. My ex used to hang out with them at shows, and they have yelled out Joe’s name before when we were at festivals that they played at. They once told Jake that Joe owed them money for an album (I was there when Joe paid them back though) and I think Jake gave them a 10-spot to cover Joe’s non-debt. Anyways, I think some cult had the name Divine Child. Something like that, and they changed their name. They still rock and so I just bought their latest album off of amazon. I bought it from one of those shady Z-shops, where they had the CD new for only a couple of bucks. It arrived today and I popped it in my beautiful iMac, only to see that a chunk of the case had been sawed off (is that the proper conjugation of the word “saw”?). Anyways, so a chunk of the case was taken out right where the disk number should’ve been.

I emailed the band and asked if they had just gotten ripped off, because I wanted to paypal them some cash or something if they weren’t getting paid for the album I bought. Daniel wrote back and said that he didn’t care as long as I liked the music. Well, I do! Its great. Two thumbs up for Denison Marrs. Go buy their album!

Today has been very nice, except I have a migraine. I think its from caffeine withdrawal. With my in-laws in town, we ate out every day, so I drank cherry coke every day. Now my body is revolting because it isn’t getting caffeine. Man, its a good thing I never smoked. If caffeine withdrawal sucks this much, I can’t imagine how bad it’d be trying to get off of nicotine.

I ran this morning with my group. The girls were great. I love my little group. I’m so glad that I started it!

Bellydance class rocked. We started learning our sword routine. I can’t imagine that I’ll ever be able to perform it, but we’ll see… I think I did pretty good at the moves that we learned. Undulations are always tricky for me, but I was finally feeling comfortable with it by the end of the class. My abs, quads, and lower back were SORE though. I can’t fathom trying to do that routine with a sword on my head though…

I bought a cute pair of harem pants to wear for class. I’ve been wearing a skirt and a sports bra type of top to class. Now I just need to buy a choli… I think I may want to try American Tribal classes next semester too…

Well, I need to lay J down for bed. Thanks for all of the comments on my fortune cookie post. You sure know how to make me feel loved!!!

Your Fortune Is
7/5th of all people do not understand fractions.
The Wacky Fortune Cookie Generator

IN BED! (Sorry, I couldn’t resist – fortune cookies cause me to scream that out)

I thought this would be a good blogthing, since I had an actual fortune cookie last night. It cracked me up. It said “You enjoy playing to a crowd.” Thank you, Panda Express, you know me better than I know myself

Our beautiful friends, Brad and Cari brought chinese over (along with their kids) to hang out last night. Matt and Juli love their kids, and I always enjoy their company. They are leaving me. I’m bitter. Oh well. I’m sure they’ll do great in L.A. It seems like whenever I find good friends who parent like we do, then one of us ends up moving away. Its really sucky.

Joe went to B.Y.O.M. (bring-your-own-meat) night at church last night. All of the men get together and flaunt their testosterone. They played foosball, watched Monday Night Football, played Halo, and did other things that men love and women generally shy away from. Joe lucked out that he found a woman who loves football, although I’m sure he didn’t feel so lucky on Sunday. He had to listen to me cheer and squeal as my Dolphins kicked some Bronco butt. He’s a Bronco fan now, because he will pretty much cheer for any nearby team, lol. I guess that’s what happens when you have a childhood where your hometown team is a debacle, like the Tampa Bay Buccaneers were in the 80s/90s. It causes you to cling to any nearby team that has a chance of winning a game. I think its something akin to post-traumatic-stress-disorder.

I think I have heartburn. I’m not sure. We had Old Chicago for lunch, which was wonderful, but it seems to be at war with my esophagus…

Anyways, I’m off to do some more cleaning. My mother-in-law and grandmother-in-law (is there such a term?) will be here tomorrow. My house is clean, but I feel the need to continue wiping everything down and checking under furniture to make sure its clean. I’m OCD. What can I say… God made me this way.

Love ya!

We had our Life Group tonight with church. I’m really excited about the people that God has brought to our group. I really feel so blessed.

Today’s sermon was about not comparing your blessings to others and not placing expectations on God’s blessings for your life. It was interesting, because I find myself fitting into quite a few of the examples given in the sermon today. He was basing the sermon from the text in Matthew where Jesus gives the parable of the land owner who hires people throughout the day and then pays them all the same wages. The ones who worked the full day are frustrated that they are getting paid the same as the people who only worked an hour. I can see myself doing that. On the personality tests, I am someone who leans towards justice. I think that its interesting that God wired people that way. I mean, He seems to have either made people grace-oriented or justice-oriented, and these are both aspects of Himself. I wonder why very few people get the full package.

Anyways, Kelly (our pastor) also talked about how its easy for people in ministry to want to gauge their success based on how many people they have in their congregation. As I thought about it, I decided that it’d be really hard for me to NOT feel like the size of my ministry was directly related to my blessings and/or abilities. I have even found that true in my little running group and our Life Group. I would’ve been devastated if no one had wanted to join me. I would’ve taken it 100% personally. I think maybe that’s an issue that I need to pray about.

Also, Kelly talked about how people with more blessing have generally gone through more sorrows. He also said that sorrows and blessings are intertwined, so if we are begging God for blessings, then we can expect the sorrows too, as they help us grow. I have found this to be true in my life, and I know that I am afraid to ask for blessings due to precisely this reason. I’m petrified that God would do something really painful, like take away one of my kids or my husband in order to make me a better person, and that seems like too high of a price to pay. I’d rather be a less fulfilled person. Our pastor talked about giving up that fear, and it really hit home. I’m going to need to do a lot of praying on that too…

Well, I’m SO tired. I’m going to go get ready for bed (yawn) Thanks for reading my little sermon recap. I can tell that this sermon will give me a lot to think about in the upcoming week

Quiz results:
You Are 50% Weird
Normal enough to know that you’re weird…
But too damn weird to do anything about it!
How Weird Are You?

OK, I have to admit that I had a tough time on this quiz when it asked if I’d rather have genital herpes or be 50lbs overweight. Joe said it was a no brainer – take the 50lbs, you can always diet. I hate dieting though, and I don’t feel like being big again, so I picked the herpes. We’ve all seen those bike-riding commercials, and from what I understand, these days you can suppress most of your outbreaks If anyone reading this has genital herpes, feel free to comment and let me know whether or not I’m mistaken.

Today was a day of massive exercise. I started the morning by leading my running group. Then I had just enough time to come home, shower, blow my hair out, and put on a cute bellydancing outfit for class. I started a new class today, and I didn’t know anyone in there. I know this is shallow, but I was very happy to be the skinniest person in class. I was additionally happy that I had the flattest stomach. Since we’re all there baring our midriffs, its kind of hard not to compare, y’know? The only critique I got was that I am not good at making my belly “jelly”, because my muscles are too strong. Meh. There’s worse things in life. I’ll take a tight tummy.

The class was great. I thought it was for people who’ve only had a few months of training, but it turns out that the girls in there have been doing it for years. I was a lititle intimidated. Luckily I think I fit in pretty well. I definitely wasn’t the worst in there. The teacher is the same lady who taught me before, and she recommended this class. I’m glad that she did

I also learned that we’ve been invited to perform in January. The theme for that night of dancing is “bellydance with props”, so we’ll be performing with swords on our heads. Uh, I’m going to really need to practice that. I’m also going to need to learn how to store a sword somewhere where my kids can’t get to it. That’s the last thing I need them finding Apparently swords also cost around $60. I’ll have to break that news to Joe…

After class I went and helped a friend pack and clean. They’re moving soon. I’m totally bummed about it.

Now I’m home. I made spaghetti for dinner and I’m ready to crash. Unfortunately my kids took really late naps, so I’ll probably be up pretty late.

I always hesitate to write anything about my family (besides my dh and kids), because I know there’s a remote possibility that they’ll find this and get upset. I’ve seen it happen to quite a few of my friends, and yet here I go…

OK, its really disturbing to see my mom turning into my Grandma. I feel like I’m in line and the person in front of me just went into the crazy house. Its like I’m moving up a step in line and soon it’ll be my turn. Is it inevitable? Do we all turn into our parents? When I moved away from my Florida, I thought that we were pretty independent from my family. Their house was nearby (about a mile away), but we were completely on our own, y’know? Well, since moving here I’ve realized that EITHER they’re getting crazier OR distance gives a spooky amount of clarity. Could I just not see the forest for the trees?

2 mornings ago my mom woke me up sometime during the 6th hour of the morning. I was happily sleeping and she rang. I pick up the phone and she’s freaking out and cussing because my brother wore pajama bottoms to teach (he’s a teacher’s assistant and a grad student). She was cussing like a sailor and then when I didn’t seem interested enough, she cussed me out and practically hung up on me. Joe asked what the call was about. I said “Joey wore pajamas to school”. Joe says “Ah. I see its a crisis.” The whole day was all about the drama… my mom called and wondered if my brother trying to get fired, did he hit his head, is he mentally disturbed? I was so confused. I literally didn’t know what to say. She was just so upset. Now, granted, that is out of character for my brother who often wears ties and suits, but still…

My bro got home and apparently they had a family meeting. My brother tells my parents that he’s not psycho, a drunk, or wounded. He wasn’t ignoring their calls (they left lovely, R-rated messages on his cell), he had just forgotten his phone at home. He hadn’t turned it off after they left the first couple of messages – it was sitting on the counter of their house and the battery just died. He was just tired from the night before. He was told during orientation not to dress up so much because they didn’t want him looking like a professor, just a TA. So, basically my parents over-reacted and they apologized. All is well.

This incident really made me realize how they rarely assume positive intent. NO WONDER I have such issues with that. No wonder I assume that I’m being wronged. No wonder I have a “get them before they get me” attitude. Sheesh. Incidents started flashing through my mind of when I was a teenager and made innocent mistakes and they assumed that I was being really naughty. I really don’t want to be like that. Is there hope?

OK, I’ll probably move this to being a protected posting in a few days, which reminds me that if any of you want to be on my protected list, just email me

I can’t believe that I missed out on seasons for so many years. How did I survive?! OK, maybe that’s a bit melodramatic, but… well, I am a drama queen.

I really do love fall. The leaves are starting to change here, and its so beautiful. I love the fact that the scenery changes in Colorado. You’re not just stuck in one perpetual summer. Palm trees are nice and all, but I am happy enough looking at the plastic ones in front of the dinosaur museum.

There’s something that is really poetic about the change of seasons. I love the reminder of rebirth and dry spells. I love watching the trees as they go into what seems like a period of death, but re-emerge stronger. I think I do that about once a year too, LOL.

BTW, this song makes me smile hugely. My name is on the “thank you’s” on the liner cover, along with about 20,000 other kids, LOL. This was an awesome show. Ah… nostalgia. R.I.P. FIF.

I am having a really good day! In the words of one of our favorite Simpson’s episodes… “Everything’s coming up Milhouse!”

First I went grocery shopping. Sometimes I do well on the grocery game and sometimes I do not-so-great, but today was GREAT! I saved about $90 and paid around $50. Not only did I save a ton, but they gave me a $10 gift certificate for my next purchase, plus I earned a free starbucks drink. I promptly went and redeemed it for a white chocolate mocha. YUM! The lady behind me in line was like “What do I need to do to shop like her?!” LOL.

Then I came home and someone had just listed 2 ladies’ mountain bikes on Freecycle. I have given stuff on there, but never gotten anything. I have been wanting a mountain bike for the longest time, and this would be a great way to try one out! I’m just praying that its the right size

Now my kids are rolling around on the floor. My 3 1/2 year old just put those fluffy, manilla bubble envelopes on his feet, so he’s walking around like a duck. Its pretty funny.

Well, I have some diaper laundry to rotate, so I guess I’ll run. I just wanted to glow in the wonderfulness of today. Maybe on a bad day I’ll be able to look back and smile The last few weeks have been pretty rough, so a nice day is a welcome change!

See, now the “Now Playing” isn’t working on Xanga, but that’s OK! Its still a good day, LOL. For all of you who are interested, I’m listening to Craig’s Brother – Homecoming. The track is “Nobody”.