Escaping Thoughts

WHAT IS UP MY PEOPLE?

First off we've moved to Galveston since Steve has entered the US coast guard. The house is lovely and I will post pics when it is something I'm willing to let people see :-D. Read not a mess here. Things have been going relatively smoothly for us sine our arrival. I mean...for us anyway. The AC wasn't working, we got a new one and that wouldn't stabilize, we have an electric dryer and had to prevail upon a friend to convert our switch. The water heater pilot light went out...and we had no kitchen appliances the day we moved in. Don't worry. We are now fully modernized.

Last weekend my dad got married and my brother and our spouses were both appalled at the lack of class in his new bride's family. Here's the deal. The invitation did not specify dress so I called Daddy to find out what we should show up in. I knew two things....evening wedding and white tablecloth establishment. This being a second wedding for both of them I wasn't sure whether we were dressing to the nines or just sevens. Daddy asked that the men wear suits and the ladies wear dinner dresses. Y'know, the kind you'd wear out if your husband ever took you to establishments that didn't have flashing signs saying "ALL YOU CAN SHOVE DOWN YOUR GULLET!". Misti and I wore nice dresses and the boys wore their suits. Steve wore his service blazer. We looked great. We arrived and the first thing I see is my dad's new wife's sister in a pair of white cotton capris and a black TEE SHIRT. Really? Jackie's mother looked very nice atleast. So the ceremony takes place and people begin arriving for dinner. The dress got worse as they showed up. And the behavior!! One man ordered a beer then threw a fit...a loud fit...when his change was not returned. Simple solution? Enjoy the one beer and do not order another. No...we had to have it out with the waitstaff over that. The owner of my father's company showed up and he and his wife made a bee line for our table since we were the only ones properly attired. Lovely people....though a little strange. Then dinner arrived. The same man who pitched a bitch about his beer? Sent his entire meal back!!! Excuse me? You were given a full menu to choose from. I'm sorry if you misunderstood what you ordered but you need to eat that and relish the fact that you are not paying the 25 dollars a plate! When asked if they could offer a new entree he rudely told them he'd just wait until he could go to McDonald's. Nice. Other than that it was a lovely evening.

After that Steve watched Xander at Misti and Blair's house while we took off for Tim's birthday. I miss those boys! We cut loose and had a blast singing karaoke...read I listened and they sang! I informed everyone that they must visit me or I will be angry. :-D

Now it's the day before my birthday. Jessie is coming for a visit though I'm not real clear on WHEN we're going to see her. hehe. Should have asked shouldn't I? We've got errands to run and a house to clean. and pictures must be placed. More pictures! I don't know if I'm supposed to be going to A&S tomorrow or not. I think there is cake involved. mmmmm cake!

Okay. Xander is going through his dresser. That never bodes well! PEace OUT

I've ground scored some things in my time, Steve is much more fortunate that way than I will ever be. Today he ground scored the weirdest thing in the world. A puppy. An adorbale pint size dauchsund mix. Sweet little fella. Steve spotted a pet carrier and thought "hey! a pet carrier for the kittens!" Went over and heard growling. I was behind him so I asked if that was really an animal in there. He said it was. I walked over and squatted down, that is when the growling became wimpering and that poor little guy scooted out and into my arms. The person had left a note on the carrier. Found, can't keep, please take. They'd left a food bowl and water bowl along with a blanket. Obviously not completely stupid. He was out of water so we went and took care of that. Thwn other people started showing up to park and he was adopted by Serena and Kentigern. It ended wel stleast.

First off, to my ladies. I'm sorry I haven't gotten back to you on the girls' night! I'm just retarded when it comes to remembering. I will try and set up something for us soon, I promises!

Xander has garb! He's ridiculously cute, mostly cause he is mine. His tabbard is a blue field with froggies on it, and matching sash. he has a few pairs of "pj" style pants I've made of flannel and fleece that he'll be using as pants until he's a bit more stable in size and I get better at making the fighter pants...the tunic is actually the salvage that was left of the tye-dye tunic Katrin made me (sadly it has died) but it's adorable on him!

Steve is the only one with nothing new, no...that's not right. I made him a new pouch a couple nights ago. and a matching sash since his black belt has gotten up and walked off. I'm thinking I will let him use my brown belt for now as well as the sash. He's such an accessory whore. It's hell to be with someone who wants to be prettier than you. Gah!

It's good to be back in the game, Steve and I are both really enjoying it. Xander can play on the playground with Sammy, or he gets adopted by one of the older kids.

I still have some garb to make, Steve needs a new tunic, he's got the sword fighter shirt and the pants. He'll need another pair of pants too.

Steve is about to attempt to make Xander a leather belt. I'm go stand by with the towels for when he cuts his hand off.

I have had the pleasure of putting Xander to bed for this last week. It's been...fun. Steve has been doing it since he hasn't been working. That has been his sole true responsibility as far as the boy is concerned. He just got a new job that has him working til 11 weeknights and 12 friday and Saturday. So that job has fallen to me again. OH GOOOOD GRIEF enough already. Tonight was pretty much the crux of it. We watched Toy story, took a bath, came out and a snuggled and watched a touch of Mas and Ruby. I said bed time and he immediately ran for his tool box. I got him all tucked in, after several attempts with his feet perpendicular to his little body. I kissed him, the monkey and the lion and left with the door cracked. For about 40 minutes we played the up and down game, I'd leave and he'd jump up and turn the light on and sneak out into the little hall outside his bedroom. I'd tell him politely to go back to bed and he'd go back. Until the last time. Then he started wailing. He had been sneaking out my big stuffed Valentine bear. Of course I melted a little bit and followed him into his room. We decided stories would help us fall asleep, so I started telling him about Rapunzel. No, we needed to READ stories. So I read a couple then, since he was content I said I was going right outside the room and he should sleep. He agreed. HE stayed for about ten minutes before popping up at the couch. I told him to bring me his books and we read one more round. STILL NOT GOING TO SLEEP. So I put him in the car and he was out in ten minutes. All of this took about an hour and a half.

When we moved in he'd sleep on his own. We'd go in, tuck him in and leave. He'd be out in ten minutes. Then after Ike when Xander and I were up in Dallas I would stay with him while he dozed since he didn't know the house well and there were things he could get into that he shouldn't. Ever since then he's been a perfect hellion at bed time. I've tried cajoling, singing, reading, laying beside him, music, white noise, sitting at the foot of his bed, yelling to go back to bed, everything I can think of really.

Well, I feel a bit better!

Xander is two. Xander is VERY two. He hardly ever listens, he's willfull to the point of grinning defiantly at me while doing something he knows he's not supposed to do. I talked to my dad at Christmas. This is apparently MY fault, as my brothers were perfects angels who listened 100% of the time and never had to be told twice. I guess we know Xander has spunk, eh? Meh, it's nice to have the older generation to vent to, even if it does get thrown back in your face with a BOOYA I WIN you had a kid JUST LIKE YOU. Bitches. I hope Blair's is just like him. Mister Fing MOM. We could never get away with ANYthing growing up if Blair was there. He'd rat us out. Anyway, enough of that!

We've finally officially moved in to this damn house. Everything has a place, and is....for the most part...in it. This is all in time for the husband to lose those last ten pounds and sign on with the Coast Guard. He's decided that is what he wants to dow ith his life, and I am going to support him...again. I mean, I supported him when he wanted to make a career of security. I supported him when he took the money I was going to go back to school with and started real estate school (he did really well by the way, on the school portion...just not so great on the actual market. And when he decided he wanted to stay in sales but move to Car sales, I once again supported him. He was throwing out fuigures and getting rich quick in his head. Unfortunately out pocket book got smaller and smaller in reality. I don't know if it is that the man is a bad salesman, or that he is just....unlucky. So this, this Coast Guard thing. It is offering BOTH of us an opportunity. They have facilities on every base for children of Xander's age. He will be able to play and learn with peers while mommy takes some classes to get back in the swing of college. I am unclear whether I will return to finish the english degree and minor in education or if I will major in education and minor in something else. But there you have it. Millitary life should give Steve some direction in his life, he tested very well with his....Asfap???...and is eligable for anything he'd like to do. He's leaning heavily toward Intelligence, looking at Marine Sciences as well. So we could end up anywhere in the 50 states, or the territories. If he goes with intelligence it looks as though we'd be centered on the east coast. I don't know, but I do know that I think this is the right step for us.

There has to be a right step somewhere, because mostly what we do now is annoy the crap out of each other. We had that talk the other day, the "Would we be happier and healthier living apart" talk. In the end we decided to focus more on our marriage and less on things like video games and art projects. There are a lot of things I would like to see happen with Steve and most of them involve Steve watching Xander. I do not mind watching the boy for most of the day, but would it kill him for me to be able to cook dinner without a small child wrapped around my knee? Of course, he says he TRIES to keep him out of the kitchen. Must not be trying very hard because anyone else who tries to entertain him succeeds. He has his complaints, and I have mine. We'll either work it out and become a happier family, or we will amically seperate for the betterment of our son and our emotional health.

Xander went to his first birthday party last weekend. We had some trouble with that! He wanted the cake as soon as he saw it and screamed. The balloons, he wanted the balloons...and screamed. Sammie opened presents and Xander wanted them, and screamed. Eventually he and Sammie were playing with Sammie's new tool set and Xander decided he wanted the drill Sammie had. So my very engineering son took his hammer, and hit sammie on the head took the hammer and ran. Every adult at the party just stopped....and stared....then erupted in laughter. Xander got in trouble and Sammie got his drill back. My son is a brute.

I can't think of anything else to say right now, I'm sure there is more but I'm not coming up with it.

4 pounds gone, eleventy billion to go!!

Steve went to spend a guys night with Tim, left around 6:30. That was fine because I'd gone to see Jess the night before. Fair's fair. Anyway, Steve left and Xander insisted on a second bath today, fine since the first one was a perfunctory five minute bath of "Oh my GOD how did you get muffin there?". After we were out of the tub we watched Bridge to Tarebithia. Okay, that movie is NOT what it advertised. I bawled like a little baby. Xander tut-tutted and gave me hugs, all the while giving me the weird eye. We put together the same monster puzzle for about an hour and then it was time for bed. We brushed our teeth and hopped in bed. He brought in his Twinkle Twinkle Little star book, so I sang while he read along. After we'd read/sung the book about ten times he put his little hand on my mouth and told me to stop. So I slunk down to the edge of the bed and slid off while he situated himself for sleeping. After a few minutes I snuck out the door and that was the last of that!

I watched a bit of a movie, but I rarely watch movies when I'm alone. I'm a reader, so I headed to bed and read for a while. Around 2ish I was awakened by SOMEONE IN MY ROOM. Holy shit, the panic, the did I lock the doors, the where the hell is my baby! Then I recognized the person. Steve. OHHHHHHHHHHHH NOES! I laid in to him, threw his pillow and blanket at him and told him to go sleep on the couch.

It was too late. I was awake. I'd been woken up and put through the ringer in all of about .5 seconds and sleep wouldn't come. At 4 I got up for some milk, thinking it might help. Thinking back, I should have had a banana. Steve came in and appologized. I explained why it is NOT okay to sneak into the house when I'm not expecting him. HE appologized again, and we went back to bed. Not that I got much sleep. I think I finally fell asleep about 6:30-7, and had to get up at 9 so that Steve could sleep before his interview today.

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1. SCHIZOPHRENIA: -- Do You Hear What We Hear?

2. AMNESIA -- I Don't Know If I'll Be Home for Christmas.

3. NARCISSIST -- Hark the Herald Angels Sing-All About Me.

4. MANIC -- Deck the Halls and Walls and House and Lawn and Streets and Stores and Office and Town and Cars and Buses and Trucks and Trees and Fire Hydrants, and.....

5. MULTIPLE PERSONALITY DISORDER -- We Three Queens Disoriented Are.

6. PARANOID --- Santa Claus Is Coming To Get Me.

7. BORDERLINE PERSONALITY DISORDER -- Thoughts of Roasting on an Open Fire.

8. FULL PERSONALITY DISORDER -- You Better Watch Out! I'm Gonna cry; I'm Gonna Pout! -- Maybe I'll Tell You Why .

9. OBSESSIVE COMPULSIVE DISORDER -- Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle
Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells.....

10. AGORAPHOBIA -- I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day, but Wouldn't Leave My House.

11. SENILE DEMENTIA -- Walking in a Winter Wonderland--Miles from My House in My Slippers and Robe

12. OPPOSITIONAL DEFIANCE DISORDER -- I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus-so I Burned Down the House.

13. SOCIAL ANXIETY DISORDER -- Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas, While I Sit Here and Hyperventilate

14. ATTENTION DEFICIT DISORDER -- We Wish You.. . . Hey Look!!! It's Snowing!!!