07 Apr '10-09:04

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I've been clenching my jaw a lot lately, probably a reaction to pain. Its really not good for me. In fact it causes more pain. If you see walking around with a grimace, that's why. My mom is always so good to point out my facial expressions, asking me why I'm so mad. I'm not mad. I've never really been good at the whole facial expression thing in the first place. Sorry if I've made a mean face at you in the past (unless you deserved it, sucker.) Now I have to wear a mouth guard at night because of this bad habit. Pretty, isn't it? And it makes me drool. But it seems to help. My jaw feels much more relaxed.

20 Mar '10-15:04
Between 5 and 6

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I don't want to complain but . . . no, I do want to complain. I want to complain a lot. But how can I when I have so many great things in my life? Here is Ph helping Jasher put on his socks. These are the two most adorable boys in the world.

I've just spent a lot of time lately in a lot of pain. It makes it hard for me to be the mommy I always wanted to be.

I really hate putting things in a scale of 1-10. When someone asks me to rate on a scale of 1-10, I usually try to put on my best if-I-had-a-gun-I'd-shoot-you-right-now look. But I'm slowly starting to appreciate the pain scale, 1 being only a slight pain, 10 being pain so bad you're about to pass out. I think I spent most of last night at a 5 or 6. As I interpret it, a 6 is when the pain is so distressing it takes over your senses and you can't dwell in anything else. Well, I definitely couldn't sleep. All I had was an ice pack for comfort as I cried silently for hours, trying not to wake anyone. Don't worry about the baby, ya'll. He's fine and dandy, and I'm sure he'd be happy to hang in there till full term, delaying my chance to actually get pain reliever meds.

Anyway, I'm tired. But my kids and husband have been so wonderful, today I'm just filled with love for them. And I was wondering how it is possible to be miserable and happy at the same time? I don't understand it, but its true.

The Pixie Shtick

05 Mar '10-10:14
Is This Nesting?


I think this is the nesting feeling. I don't like it because it makes me cranky. I feel restless and irritable. Every time I meet a person on the street, they take a look at my boys and say, "You must be busy." I guess I must then. And for the most part I'm pretty happy with my life. But maybe the stress of the new baby is getting to me. I feel like I should be busy. I've been fighting to keep my house clean, which it never is. Everything seems to be irritating me these past days. Every time my kid pees his pants, every pile of dirt the boys bring in from outdoors, every time I hear, "Mommy I want juice," I just think I'm going to go crazy. So right now I trying, trying really hard, to just let things go and loosen up. The orange blossoms in my backyard smell good.

The Pixie Shtick

19 Feb '10-09:50
Paper Doll Me


I'm the last person anyone would choose as a model, so this idea is a little crazy for me. But I like making paper dolls.

This is me in a maternity outfit I actually wear. Check me out at DeviantART.

The yellow flower is made by TheSpanishLady. There's my pillow I just made for my couch.

This was one of those spur of the moment drawings, but it was actually a lot of fun. Truthfully, I think I made my head too big and could've made my belly bigger, but if I worried that much about proportions I'd give myself a complex, haha.

The Pixie Shtick

14 Apr '09-11:04


Sean started Twittering and I had to follow him, so now I'm a Twittering too. Weird stuff, Twittering. Its kinda spooky having people following me, but its kinda cool to. So if you wanna follow the Pixie Shtick . . . .

11 Jan '09-14:02
The Jibblies

Have you ever had the jibblies? Last night I caught the jibbllies. It was horrible. Except the jibblies weren't brought on by a creepy cool painting of a goblin. It was a dead rat!

06 Jan '09-12:09
I Kick Puppies

Okay, I don't really, but the point is I really, really, really don't like dogs. They're hairy, smelly, loud and wipe their snot all over the place. Really, I have children who do that for me. And they are much cuter and more worth while. Don't like dogs, never have, never will.

Now that I've established that fact,

The Dog Problem:

My dad has a dog. He's been notorious for getting those through out my childhood and it always turns out rotten. For the past decade my dad had this dog. We called him Tuck. He wasn't our first dog, but he's the one I remember the most, of course. Yeah. I didn't like the poor mutt. My dad hoped I would. He wanted me to take the dog out running, for you see, I used to do things like that. Unfortunately the dog had the opposite effect. I would rather not run at all than take that stupid thing with me. Oh, I did for the first little while. I even made sure to go out and spend time training the thing every day. I guess I felt a duty to the creature. I still didn't like it. And neither did anyone else in my family, except my dad. Well, I didn't live at home forever. The dog became sadly neglected. And he became quite wild. He lived in my parents large back yard and completely over took the place. I rather resented that because it made the place completely annoying. Don't go in the back yard, you'll be attacked by a dog starving for attention! Stupid dog. It became a murderous joke between my husband and I. When we'd visit my parents and see the dog running loose in the street we'd say, "lets just run over the darn thing and put it out of its misery." But of course we would never do that because obviously that is very wrong on so many levels. And I'd also say, "If he was ever hit by a car, I'd be sad . . . for about 30 seconds." Seriously, we couldn't wait for that thing to die. Sad but true.

This summer I was having a conversation with my mom. She mentioned a puppy she was taking care of. A puppy? Oh, apparently my parents were puppy sitting for a friend of my dad's. And there was a cute little puppy. I was horrified. But I had comfort in knowing the dog belonged to someone else and would soon be out of my parents house. Or so I thought. Oh, it turns out they've been puppy sitting this dog for weeks. Where's the owner after all this time? Months went by. Why is that dog still around? Suspicious. Gee, my mom tells me it looks like the dog was staying. His name is Chance. I was mortified. Oh, and Tuck is dead. He had a serious an infection and had to be put down. That happened over a month ago. And truly, I was sad . . . for about 30 seconds. But more than that I was furious. There is another foul dog in my dad's back yard. Grrr. Now its time I voice my suspicions. Did my dad really have a friend who he was "puppy sitting" for, or was that just an excuse to get another dog with out actually saying "This is my new dog." I suppose its his dog and his back yard and he can do what he wants and I shouldn't complain, (or call him a liar) but I am irritated and I'm going to say it.

Fortunately mt husband doesn't like dogs either. But Ephraim sure does. He got a ridiculous Dalmatian Sing Along DVD from my aunt and its his new favorite. He calls it "doggie movie" and wants to watch it from sun up to sun down and beyond. He's crazy.

10 Dec '08-21:55
A Break from the Annoying

I had a bad day today. I'm allowed to have those right. In fact, it wasn't the worst day ever. I just got really tired of my kids and their problems. The baby pooed all over . . . everything. And Ephraim was screaming at me for over an hour. Before that he'd basically been trying to beat me up all day. So, that was fun. Anyway, I did some awesome baking. So sweet. And when Sean got home we were at the door waiting. I handed him the baby and ran without looking back. I totally went shopping, by myself! Didn't buy much, but it was nice to just see something different, ya know. Plus I could make evil plans hahahaha (Tadase-kun laugh!) I was glad to come back home and find the world hadn't ended. I really do love my family. They are teh best!

04 Dec '08-15:29

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24 Nov '08-21:43
Hi. Please Be My Friend.

Sean's been whining about my not blogging enough recently. Well, I have a baby. Its great. I've been doing a lot of things, like painting and sewing and writing. I been on DA a ton lately. And I finally got around to setting up a Facebook account which I've been putting off because I was afraid that every person I know or have ever almost known will harass me. But I'm over that. Plus I realized I could harass them, haha! Well, its been great. Bye bye.

18 Aug '08-19:49
The Last Lap

I'm definitely entering my last month here. I'm having braxton hicks and all kinds of those fun little aches and pains. I'm under a lot of pressure down there. Now, how much information is too much? Proceed with caution. With no warning at all, a little jump caused me to pee my pants today. And its not as though I hadn't been to the toilet enough times this morning. I think I could single handedly cause the sewers to back up during the night. My mom seems to think every little thing is a good omen that I will have a easy delivery (if those even exist.) I think she's just trying to make me feel better. Thanks mom, I hope you're right.

25 Jul '08-00:39
Midnight Date

12:41 am: After a few hours of tossing I realized my only hope was ice cream. Fortunately I have a white knight who took me on a romantic date to the nearest 24 hour place we knew of. It was quite spontaneous and very sweet.

10 Jul '08-07:36
Cramps and A New Look

I got extremely bored so my husband whipped up a new look for me. Ta-dah!

Today I will tell you about leg cramps. They are so exciting. If you never experienced one, oooh, you are in for a treat. They are a normal occurrence during pregnancy. They come on at night, when you least expect it. And they come on fast and hard, so all you can do is cry out in pain and freak out your sleeping husband. There are all kinds of things you can do for prevention, including stretching, drinking water, eating bananas, and so on. Last night I did a lot of stretches because I felt if I didn't I would surely cramp up. Cramps don't happen every night. I had a lot more during my previous pregnancy, if I recall correctly. I got them so bad, it hurt to walk. You see, they attack at night and cause extreme pain, the kind of pain that one mom related caused her to yell at her husband the kinds of things you here people joke are said in the delivery room. The pain lasts for a few seconds that seem like hours, but with some gentle massaging or ice the pain subsides enough that you can move once more and you can stop crying. But it doesn't mean your leg stops hurting. If you're lucky, you will only feel slightly sore for the rest of the night. I've had more of that variety lately. If you're unlucky, the pain will haunt you well into the following day. I know this from experience.

In other news, Ephraim is getting a new molar. This is making his nose runny and causing him to stick his fingers in his mouth and drool.

06 Jul '08-23:06
Modern Art

This is not going to be a commentary on Modern Art, otherwise it would be categorized in Cool Stuff instead of My Issues. No, this is about boring old me.

Being encouraged by my husband and inspired by my father, I decided it was time to get out my birthday present of paints and paint something cool! I haven't painted in a while because I've never found a real good time. As it is, I was painting while I should have been putting my son to bed. Most of my crafty artistic side has been put into scrapbooking lately. Scrapbooking is awesome. Its also very safe. There's a process involved and I always get the same result of a 12x12 page preserving pictures and history with awesome paper in fancy layouts. But in painting I'm trying to capture something much more difficult. In any case, yeah, I started painting. This time around I'm doing some experimenting with the paint and I'll see what comes of it. Hopefully my work will turn out to be something worth looking at in the end.

So my husband walks in on me setting up the beginnings of my painting and asks, "What is that? Modern art?"

27 Jun '08-12:16
So Much for That

I tried growing some flowers this year. I wanted to see if I could grow anything on my lame patio that only gets about 15 minutes of sun everyday. They were doing great though, I was totally excited about them. Until some evil caterpillars came and ate them. So much for that.