Tuesday, December 22, 2009

My moment. My venting moment.

As most of you know and some are figuring out, I am a pretty easy-going, relaxed person with a good sense of humor. There are very few things in life that upset me...and usually the things that do are stupid "little" things that most would agree are annoying....like not using turn signals, cleaning the snow off your car before driving, liars, etc. etc. But there is one thing that has really pushed my buttons since college.

I haven't told many people about this and most people do not understand, but I will try to explain as much as I can to get you to understand. You may really understand if you can answer yes to any of these questions.

Have you ever had someone that looks like you?
Are you from the same area?
Do you share the same last name and are not related?
Did you go the same college?
Did you have the same major?
Did you attempt to be friends with this person?
Did you allow this person to move in with you and your boyfriend/girlfriend to help them out?
Did the relationship go sour for one reason or another?

Creepy huh? That would be me. I have a "twin", so some people say. I don't think we look that much alike, and neither does my mother. And frankly that is all that matters at this point. It is bizarre and I can't help but wonder if God did this for a reason. I am still waiting for that reason.

We both have this in common, which as I type it, it is quite weird:
  • We both graduated from high school the same year.
  • We both have the same maiden name, yet not related.
  • We both went to the same college.
  • We both had the same major.
  • We had similar classes.
  • We were connected through my hubby who went to the same high school as her.
  • We were built similar in college.
  • We were mistaken in college as the same person, which almost landed me getting her "D" in a class instead of my "A".
  • We lived together for a year in college.

Yet we are SO different:
  • We went to different high schools, but close by.
  • I have natural blonde hair, hers is darker.
  • She has greenish eyes, mine are blue, yet both are what I call.."squinty" when we smile.
  • And among many other differences, which I don't need to mention, it is enough to say, WE ARE DIFFERENT PEOPLE. WE ARE NOT TWINS.

One reason I do not move back home is frankly, I get sick of going to the small town where I am constantly mistaken as her or questioned, because as far as I know she still lives there. This summer I went to a friend's wedding and an old friend of my mothers and the mother of the boy my twin dated saw me and asked me if I was HER. I was fuming. This woman has seen me over and over again as ME MYSELF AND I and you would think she would know that I was not the girl who dated her son. I politely told her who I was, she apologized, and so........I drank to it.

I talked to my mom about this today and she really helped me relax and see what was important. The more I talked to her the better I felt. I can't explain well enough why it bothers me. I think it is just because I am who I am, I think I make myself known for who I am, and I want people to recognize that. I guess I just need to quit worrying about what the people back in the small town think and move on down here. This is where I get to be myself and not be mistaken for someone else.

It may sound immature and childish, but having years of this and people in college actually tell you after they realize you aren't her, that they are so glad because they didn't like her and list the reasons, you just want to look like someone else...anyone else. So stupid or not, its my problem, its the one and only thing on my Really Big Crappy List of Things that annoys me.

So I thank you for listening to my venting. I feel better now that I got it out. It has been a long time in waiting.

I would post a picture from college of the 2 of us, but I don't want to put her picture out there without her permission....because you all know me. Even when it bothers me, I still care. Gosh, she probably feels the same way!

God bless you my wonderful, loyal bloggers. I am slowly getting back on here and checking your blogs once and awhile. I miss them so much. They bring back some humor and creative ideas to my life. The part of staying home I truly miss the most (well, being with my daughter goes up there too lol). Merry Christmas guys!

Saturday, December 12, 2009

Priceless Moments

Today was one of those days that priceless moments came one after another. We woke up a usual Saturday morning, however a little earlier than usual. We all piled into our queen bed and cuddled while watching cartoons. We bathed and headed out for breakfast at Bob Evans. It was a special day at Bob Evans as Santa and Mrs. Claus and an elf were there to greet us with a gift, candy cane, and free kid's meals. I couldn't have asked for more.

As we approached Santa, Syd said to me, "I love Santa."
I asked, "You do?"
And she said, "Yes I love him SO much!"

As we got closer, Daddy took Syd and held her up to Santa. Syd shied away but kept her eyes on Santa.
Santa asked Sydney, "What would you like for Christmas?"
Syd whispered, "Toys."
Santa said, "I will make sure you get some toys."
Syd smiled and hid her face in Daddy.
As we walked into Bob Evans, Sydney said to Daddy, "He better bring me a Barbie."

He was cracking up! She is such a ham!

Tonight, after the kids bathed, I got them dressed and ready for bed. I took a few pictures of my OH-so-perfect Peanut butter blossoms when Noah came running downstairs to show me why he was so excited!
He lost one of his front teeth after brushing them. He showed me the tooth and was jumping up and down. Daddy took a picture of him with his missing tooth. He looks adorable with his tooth missing!
He got his tooth ready for the tooth fairy and said, "I hope I wake up when the tooth fairy comes!"
I said, "I hope not!"

Shortly after I helped Noah get into bed, get his tooth placed under his pillow, I jumped into the bathtub. Meanwhile, Sydney was downstairs watching the Polar Express....so we thought.......

I came downstairs to be greeted by my 3 1/2 year old daughter's chocolate covered face and fingers. She handed me the bowl, which at one point, had 3 unwrapped Hershey Kisses, saw the 8 wrappings of Hershey kisses, and Hubby pointed to my not-so-peaky Hershey Kisses on top of my peanut butter blossoms I had just taken beautiful pictures of. Smashed. Destroyed. Squished to a pile of melted chocolate. As angry as I could have been, I couldn't find it in me. Hubby and I laughed so hard at her face covered in chocolate and the smile on her face. It was completely and totally priceless!! All Hubby could say was, "But she's so cute."

Needless to say, a dozen peanut butter blossoms were not so pretty, but had a story to tell.


Noah before he lost the tooth:

After Picture of Noah: Now for the other front tooth *evil eye while rubbing hands together*

Beautiful picture of my PB Blossoms:

After Sydney destroyed them one by one by pushing down the tops:



Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Home Improvement 2009

Today I broke up my routine of the same old thing.....get up, take the kids to the neighbors, go to work, come home, get Sydney, go to the bus stop to pick up Noah, do homework with Noah, throw in a load of laundry, do the dishes, make dinner, eat, clean up dinner, clean something, spend time with the kids, bath kids, put Noah to bed, pack lunches, get on FB, and then off to bed. Then on Tuesdays, throw in dance class for Sydney and on Thursdays, throw in Cub Scouts for Noah. Then hubby is gone every night by Sunday and Friday for basketball....so basically, I was tired of routine. I took off today to do just that....no routine. I put Noah on the bus and Syd and I laid on the couch for a couple hours just chatting and cuddling and watching cartoons. Now that has a ring to it....Chatting, cuddling, and cartoons :) Even when I was home, days like this didn't exist, so I was very appreciative to just have the day with Sydney.

I originally took off because I was run down from Thanksgiving break and Syd has been fighting a cold, but after we rested all morning we headed out for lunch and shopping at Target. It was a nice afternoon :) I love that she brings out the things about me that make me ME. I tend to push that aside to do the "routine" things, but when I am with Sydney, she allows me to be me. It is very nice to do that once and awhile.

Besides the same old, same old, Hubby and I decided to save money to do laminate floors and tile in our house. Our house is going on 8 years old and the carpet was shot, so we saved the money to accomplish our goal: New floors!!!

The Saturday and Sunday after Thanksgiving, my Mom, Dad, and little bro came down to help with floors. It was a LONG, exhausting job, but the hard work is showing. I am amazed at how much the floors have changed the look of my house. It is giving the look I am going for...simple, clean, and up-to-date :) My Dad work so hard putting in tile in our kitchen, and he did an awesome job. He is the tile master!!! I bow to him....his abilities amaze me everyday. I am also very proud my husband. He never really did much with his hands growing up (except feeding animals and such), so he never really learned how to do a lot, and while doing these floors, he learned how to run the saw, cut the flooring, and lay the flooring. That is about as far as it goes though, because life kicked in after "routine" started once again. That left me to do the floors. Monday I laid 50 square feet by myself and Tuesday I laid another 25 square feet. I am learning and very proud of myself :)

We still have half the house on the main floor to do, but I figure living on subfloors isn't as bad as how some people live, so we will get there someday!!

Here are some before pictures and some after pictures and a few to make you chuckle :)




So, I tried to take a full after shot but I can't find my camera cord after the moving of furniture, so you will have to visualize! lol....


The Family room BEFORE:

And after the new floors and new television (as the one pictured was replaced due to a melted cord and sparks). Next up....new furniture!!! WOOHOO!!!!

Now for the pictures to make you chuckle.....gosh if my Dad knew I was doing this......

Like Pappy like granddaughter



That just made me laugh so hard....the showing of the butt crack runs in the family!!
Here are some updated pictures of the kids.