No, I will not hold!

I hate being put on hold. Not by someone on the phone as someone in the flesh. Like I can't do something because I have to wait for someone to do something first. So I've modified an old saying to solve this problem:

If you want something done now, do it yourself.

Don't whine! Just do it. It's beats waiting.

Exsample:
You really could use a foot massage but your husband won't do it. Oh he doesn't say no, just says he's busy and when he's done with this he will, but three hours later he still isn't done and you've been on hold the whole time. Just give yourself a foot massage! There, it's done and you can move on without the bitter resentment that you husband never does anything for you and blah blah blah (which isn't even true!).

This works with many things, taking out the trash, unloading the dishwasher, buying yourself flowers, mowing the lawn. Stop whining and get to work!

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Lights, camera, action!

Does life really have to go in that order? My mom and I were talking about the missions we served. Coupled with one of my boys bringing me my old camera, I've had a deep thought. I know, stop the presses.

Why do I feel this need to keep a camera ready at all times? What is with this need to not miss a single photo opp ever?

It just makes me look like a dork. Besides, it's not really me. I'd rather just enjoy the moment then move on to the next.




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Letter to a Friend

My friend,


You want to have a pity party but you keep holding it back. But you are only treating the simptoms. The underlining problem is still there. You give so much of yourself, and no one gives back it seems. Hey girl, that's totaly laget.! We have all had cause to ask "when is it MY turn?"


But you have the solution in a pefectly beautiful circle that takes us back to the start of it all. You give give give. You want to give. 


You like it.


When you start to feel you would like to be on the reciving end, give. Give to yourself something nice, do service for you, take time out of your busy life for you. Even if it's just a friendly hello when you pass yourself in the hall, we forget how much good that can do... Yep, that's the making of sci-fi right there. "Hi me, how are you today?" "Well, life kind of sucks, and I'm the only one that seems to care!"

Anyway, yes, sometimes life is self serve. But there is no reason why we can't take care of some of our own needs. Want a girls' night out, but no ones invted you? Invite them. If they can't go, you still go and enjoy yourself. Your husband doesn't get you flowers? You go buy them for you.


You get the point.


Life is too short and we are too tired to waste time wishing. Go and make things happen. 


Viv

Does That Make Me Codependent?

When it comes to mood/social/emotional/mental disorders, I'm something of a hypochondriac. I'm just your average O.C.D.A.D.D.A.C.D.C.Scitso.Over-anxer.Nympho.Addictive-Personality like everyone else these days.

But codependent? That would be like finding out I'm a puppy kicker.

And yet I want to give someone some advice and since it's late and my brain has turned off for the night, I cannot for the life me figure out why. Why do I want to give this person advice.

They need it?
They asked for it?
I want a thank you?
I want someone's life to change for the better because of something I said?
I want to repair a friendship by changing the person so I can be friends with them again?

Heaven help me, I don't even want to touch this one with a *ten foot pole cat. Move on, Viv, move on. Let it go....

But I'm not a teenager anymore. Isn't it childish to be so petty about who I will or won't be friends with? Haven't I put childish things behind me? Isn't it me who's always telling myself I don't have time for nonsense from anyone, especially me?

Oh well, time for bed.

*Now THERE'S a scary thought!

Party Time!

(c)

More Invasions at:

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Oh, One

The big 0 1 is tomorrow. My twin's b-day. Simply put, it was like 2 years wrapped into one. Or maybe 2 years squared. They are such sweet little guys. And I've become closer to Jeff. Tomorrow is the dawn of not only a new day, but a new year. One that will start with a kitchen full of messy dishes, way too much laundry piled up and a living room floor that may or may not still exists. I asked Jeff to tell me I'm doing a good job. (I needed a boost and I don't have time to wait for him to figure out what to say. Just tell me what I need to hear!) He said I am doing a good job. I was still bummed though and told him to look around and say that. He was very profound. He said "You are doing a good job. The house isn't on fire, there's no poop on the walls and the babies are still alive."

So everyone, Happy New Year! Here's to having a fire free house, and may this next year find you without poop on the walls!

Now let's muddle through old angs zine or what ever it's called so I can call it a night.

The Trip To the Zoo That Never Happened

I love the zoo. Yeppers, I sure love the zoo. I can go anytime I want because I got a membership and I can drag a friend with me so I don't have to wonder around the zoo alone. I don't even mind (very much anyway) that a double stroller with twins in it becomes an attraction at the zoo for everyone else. Yes, I hear you as I pass by "Look, twins!" And no I'm not stopping so you can admire them because this stroller is getting heavy and I'm pushing up a slight incline.

Anyway I'd go a lot more if I had a car during the day. But today was to be the day I went with my friend Heather (she's the one that came up with the nail brush to remove stains! Yea Heather!). But alas, she had to cancel due to lack of gas funds. Understandable. So we're going tomorrow instead. Yea Zoo!

Today was quite the adventure though. It started off craptastic with babies beating me up. When we finally got out of bed and had breakfast I was in such a bad mood! Bob has thrush, I was so Tired! The kind where you sit down and cry. So I called my friend Sarah and she said she'd be right over, which is awesome of her 'cause it's an hour drive! 

Then I found out my MIL was going to be home after all, and I really wasn't facing a day alone. Since we have a standing agreement that she'll come to the zoo with me I asked if she'd like to today because some of her plans fell through. She said that there wouldn't be time. It'd be 12:30 by the time we got there and she'd have to leave by 3:00. It wouldn't be worth it.

Uh.... that's 2 1/2 hours at the zoo. With twins. Strapped into a stroller. Twins that aren't even a year old yet and the most exciting thing at the zoo so far as they're concerned is the wooden poles that make up the fences around the real fences that hold in the animals. 

Oh well, didn't really want to go to the zoo anyway, I was in a crappy mood and Sarah was on her way to keep me sane.

Then Jeff calls and tells me his plans fell through and he was going to come strait home after work so I could have the car to go to the zoo! Yea!! 

But when Sarah got here she suggested I come back with her and the idea came up that she could drop me off at the zoo and Jeff could pick me up on his way home. I couldn't reach Jeff to see what he thought, said "What the hell" and off we went, babies, stroller and all. 

We had a blast! It was so random and fun. We stopped at Arby's and got this amazing phily cheese stake *drool* sandwich and ended up with free curly fries! Yum! Anyway, I finally got ahold of Jeff who tells me he's getting off work early, can't talk right then, but wasn't too thrilled with the idea of me coming down there. Since the zoo was out now because Jeff won't come with me (boo!) he asked what I was going to do once I got down there. I said he could pick me up and take me home. 

You would have thought I was asking him to date his sister.* "What? Come all the way down just to come home?" 

So we get there and there's a mix up about where to pick me up, but that gets sorted out and Jeff's none too happy with me because I waisted something, and he had to make a detour to pick me up. Whatever, Sarah and I had a blast! So many things had come together to help cheer me up. I really felt that someone up there was looking out for me, you know. 

But here's the thing I keep thinking. Why does everything I do have to be productive, efficient and worth it? Where does it say I can't have a waisted effort, a plan not working out or a random trip to the valley just to turn around and come back? No one used more gas than they would have anyway and I got out of the house. Maybe I'm feeling like I can't live up to some expectation that may or may not be there. 

I mean, let's face it here folks, there is no way I'm spending all day at the zoo. With twins. It stops being fun real quick. So if it's not worth it to someone, fine. It's not about what it's worth, it's about ME. No really. It's about getting ME out of the house, out with MY friends, seeing the animals I want to see. Walking so I can lose weight, and getting out of the house so I don't have to look at the mess that I'm not cleaning up. 

To sum up: I'm going to the zoo- yes, again! and no, we won't be there long.

*yep, a trip waisted is THAT obscene. 

Toes

Baby toes have to be the cutest things in exsistance. Well, now mine don't look so shabby either. That's right, I finally found 5 minutes to paint my toe nails!

Crap Happy

There are a handful of phrases that will make me giggle hysterically. One of them is "cherry chocolate shit" and another is from MST3K but I can't remember it right now. Anyway, the point is, shit is funny. Sometimes. Sometimes it's not. Sometimes it stinks to high heaven, and when you open the diaper your eyes water and flowers wilt and the baby flips over and crawls away before you can fully remove the diaper and then not only does it stink, but it's everywhere. Then it's not very funny.

Fortunately, I've never had that happen. But last night in my dreams I was single handedly responsible for a terrible catering disaster. So I bit the smiles off of gold fish and that made me feel better.

A few stunning photos for y'all!

Miles and Momma

Happy Babies!

I love you too, Bob!

"Dude, Miles, I think he's dead."

"Good! Let's eat!"

Daddy and Miles

My Coming Out Anouncement

For some of you this won't come as a surprise. To those that knew me when I was a teenager, this may come totally out of left field. I hope I won't lose too many friends, but I have to be true to who I am. It's time I came out of the closet.

Everyone, I am a Trekkie. I have abandoned the ways of the Fox--I mean Force, and embraced Paramount--I mean Star Trek. I'm trading in my lightsaber for a phazer set to kick ass. (Did I spell phazer right?) And I'm changing the twins' names to Kirk and Spock. Oh, and I'm changing my own name to Princess Sha-nai-nai, but that has nothing to do with Star Trek, I've just tipped over the edge.

I heard once that there were Trekkies and Trekkers and the difference was even though they'd both wear Spock ears, the Trekkies will believe they are Spock, where the Trekkers know thy never could be Spock. I have a lose enough grip on reality that I think it's safe to say I'm a Trekkie. 

Life....

I have a question for everyone. (I love doing stuff like this!) And I want some honest answers! 

What is life really about? 

Go on, leave a comment. You don't have to sign up or anything. I really want to know what you all have to say on this one.

What is life really about?

=^.,.^=

It is so me!

My father in law saw my blog the other day and said the picture of me on the side isn't me. Of course it took me a while to figure out what he was talking about, but then I realized he must be blind or something. Have I really changed that much?

The thing is, that wasn't that long ago. That was the summer before I got married, when Jeff and I went down to Page so he could meet my parents and we could tell them we were getting married. Sure, I was skinnier but still...

Some thoughts...

I found this quote today on Kellymom.com and it really touched me. So much on that sight is just wording thoughts that I haven't taken the chance to say out loud, or when I did, it wasn't understood. Anyway, here's the quote:

"In some cultures it is considered a child's birthright to be nursed until the age of two. It is believed all your sins are forgiven when you nurse your baby, and an angel stands behind you and pats you on the back when you are done. I like to think of an angel standing behind me every time I nurse. It is a very comforting thought when things aren't going well. If you can't get support from your family, at least the angels are behind you."
-- Diane

I don't take all of this as doctrine, or offer it as such, but there are things I've heard, impressions I've had and verses of scripture I've found that support my belief that being a mother is a very sacred thing. And the acts of nurturing children are a big part of that. I understand that not every woman chooses to breast feed. I'm not saying that if you don't you role is less sacred than if you do. But I do consider nursing my babies a sacred selfless act. That in some small way I'm learning what it means for Christ to succor us, to care for our every need, to always be there for us when ever we need him, even if what seems huge to us He knows is but a small thing that will pass quickly. Someone once told me that they knew the love of God because they had a mother. 

Anyway, at the risk of sounding sappy, (why stop now, huh?) as the day approaches that we take a moment to honor Mothers I'd just like to say that there are angels behind each mother, supporting her when no one else will, guiding her instincts and helping her care for her little ones. We need not doubt, we need not fear. 

Happy Mother's Day

Eeek!

We have one of those bar height tables and I'm sitting here on one of the stools for it and there's babies swarming around the floor, circling like sharks. Little piranhas ready to attack. Be afraid. Be very afraid.  

Back Then

Ok, so there's a little blast into the past. This was almost 8 months ago, can you believe it? 
There's Bob, Me and Miles, then Miles, Jeff and Bob, and then Bob and Miles.

awwww! Babies!

East Coast/ West Coast

If you're in NY and you're a jerk, people will tell you "You're being a jerk."

If you're in CA and you're being a jerk, people will still be nice to you, but they'll talk behind your back.

People, just say what you're thinking! Life is easier that way!

Anyway, here's the pics of the day!

Bob in his Bum Genus Diaper.

Jeff Repelling

Me playing with the camera 

while Jeff gets ready to repel.

The kitty loves grandpa

and so does Miles!

Flying Into Day 8!

Ok, so I'm not doing this perfectly, but I think FlyLady would beat me over the head with her duster and timer if I tried. Yesterday I was supposed to lay out my cloths for today. I laid them in the hamper and put them in the washer this morning. It's funny, 'cause that's already a habit I have, to pick out my outfit for the next day. 

As for today, I was supposed to find a 3 ring bider and start my control journal. Well, I'm under babies so I decided my control journal may as well be iCal, then I can load it all to my iPod. After all iCal is taking up space on my 'puter and if I don't use it for something it's just clutter. So I did that. I put in my morning routine and evening routine. 

I'm Flying!

Enjoy the Pics of the Day!

I love this pic! It looks like Bob is taking the picture!

This is me trying unsuccessfully to take a pic of Jeff and myself.

We were on our way to what turned out to be not repelling.

This is right by the cliff that wasn't good enough to repel down.

Would you believe it? That poem was just floating there!

PS- Ok, I know that poem says "ski" where it should say "sky". That's going to be a painful thing to fix. I'll do it later.

Miles' hands

Just for all you who haven't seen them yet, here's Miles' extra fingers! Yep, there's even little fingernails on them. No, they don't work and won't help him play the piano, and mostly he just tucks them into his fist. Enjoy!