Five Question Friday

Five Question Friday!

1. Do you swim in the winter?
I don't even swim in the summer time, let alone winter.

2. Do you love or hate winter?
HATE. I enjoy being able to wear knee high suede boots and pea coats but past that, I wish winter would kindly screw off.

3. Do you put makeup/actual clothes on when you know you're going to be home all day with just family?
Why would I waste time and money just to look good for my children? I wear pajamas all day, every day.

4. How old were you when you had your first alcoholic beverage?
I was 17. I took one sip of Bud Light with a slice of lime and promptly handed it to my friend because it was DISGUSTING.

5. How many ill calls in a 12 month period do you think are acceptable?
Don't we call that "calling in sick?" If so, I could understand one or two. I don't exactly get a sick day but I'm trying not to be petty.

It's 2pm; I must be lonely

Not really. Today was Brandon's day off and yet, he's been at work since 9 o'clock this morning. He's in the middle of a race for a General Manager's position - a position that he's been fighting for over a year. A position that he is very much qualified for, even though others don't see it.

I hope today is a good day.

He needs this raise. We need this raise. Here we are, trying to start over and give our children a great life, the life that they deserve. This would be a weight off of our shoulders and a boost to his ego. We need this. Brandon deserves this. It won't get us far but it will be a huge stepping stone in the right direction.

Please God, after all that we just went through, please let upper management see his potential. Please allow him the opportunity to prove his worth. This company needs a General Manager like him. He could turn a dead beat store around and make it a masterpiece, if given the chance.

Our children deserve it.

Five Question Friday

Five Question Friday!

1. Where do you hide the reeeally good snacks?
Up high in the pantry or in closets that the kids can't get into. And sometimes, when I'm feeling extra greedy, I hide them in closets that the husband won't think to look.

2. Do u keep your vehicle clean or am I the only one who has things falling out of their van?
HAH. Our Jeep is loaded with McDonalds bags and soda bottles and abandoned chicken nuggets, and we have a collection of pet rocks in there somewhere. On the rare occasions that we get the double stroller out the back, there is always paper and soda cans and bottles and articles of clothing falling into the parking lot.

3. Have you ever been to Vegas?
No, and I honestly don't have any desire to go.

4. Warm room light blankets or cold room warm snuggly blanket?
I enjoy a nice toasty room with a thick heavy and extra snuggly blanket. I'd rather sweat than shiver. Although, if the room gets too hot I often throw the blanket to the side and I'll just snuggle with my Jasper as he sweats.

5. What is the worst airplane/flying experience you've ever had?
I have never been on a plane, and this is exactly why. There will ALWAYS be a bad experience. Scary stuff.

Five Question Friday

Five Question Friday this week is by
Kate's Life

1. What's the last thing you bought for yourself?

Make-up and clearance Christmas decorations!

2. What is your favorite meal on a cold winter day?

I want to be unique but I'm so tempted to say chili, and there is nothing original about that.

3. Have you started looking at swimsuits this year, and do you buy a new one every year?

I haven't bought a swimsuit since my senior year of High School. I say that as if I'm 40 or something. It was nearly 4 years ago though... wow. I obviously don't swim much. But, they still fit and they're cute. Although, with my new found stretch marks and flab, I may look into getting a one piece soon.

4. If you could be any candy what would you be and why?

Can I be like a candy stand or something? Because I really don't think I could pick just one. Something tells me that a cookies and cream bar mixed with circus peanuts, twizzlers, almond joys, nerds, kit kat, sour patch kids/straws, and reese's may not be good. Wait. There it is. I am a Reese's cup. Because you can't go wrong with chocolate and peanut butter. And I am obviously as perfect as perfect can get.

5. What are you most passionate about?

Being the best mother that I am able to be.

It's a new year, it's a new life

Wow, I kind of fell out of the blogging universe for a while there. But with good reason.

Not only did Christmas bring me lots of busy busy days and nights, it also brought me some heartache. Heartache that no woman should ever have to experience. But, I believe in God. Since the night of Christmas, I've been searching for answers. Asking my friends what I'm supposed to do, arguing with myself on what's real and what isn't. Making excuses for other's actions, and for my own. And the one night where I admitted to a dear friend that I give up on God, he answered me. I didn't even ask for him. I overlooked the power of Him, and the second he realized that I was once again losing faith, he reminded me that He is very real, and he is listening and watching, even when he isn't asked to do so.

I got an e-mail. Okay, I admit. It was a Facebook message, who uses e-mail anymore? It was from a man that I didn't even know. I knew OF him, but what I knew of him was far from the truth. He wrote me a message and I immediately got my answers. All that has happened in the last 4 or so months has been a fantasy. Yes, my husband betrayed me, and he is not forgiven (yet). Yes, he fell out of love for me. But yes, our marriage has been falling apart for months and months and months. And yes, I am partly to blame. My husband only sought out what I wasn't giving him; although what he found wasn't what he needed either. It did, however, give both of us the wake up call that we so desperately needed.

We ARE in love. We're past the honeymoon stage of our marriage and we fell out of touch. It happens. We just didn't know how to handle it. I quit caring about being a wife, and he quit caring that I had wants and needs. And now, here we are. December 31st, 2011 was the end of a year. It was THE time to make a change. Either we went our separate ways or we fought for each other. Thanks to the message I received that day, we chose to fight. It became obvious to the both of us (and others) that this is what was right. I promised to be a better wife, and he promised to be a better husband and father. We promised to seek professional help - a marriage counselor.

Truth is. I haven't even tried. It just comes so natural to me, and to him. We've fallen back in love. We are in love. We needed a reminder; a reason to remember. An incident that should have broken us, has put us back together. Yes, a vow was broken, but other vows go so much deeper. This can be healed, we can be healed. And we're on the road to recovery.

Last night I gave my husband something I didn't think would be possible for quite some time. Last night, we remembered how to show one another that we care, and that we are in love. Last night was the start of 2012, the start of US. This year is our year to succeed as husband and wife, and as a family.

You can't judge until you're in that situation yourself. No, we are not perfect. Yes, it will take an eternity for me to heal. But so long as each of us are trying, why stop now? We need help and we are asking for it. That's worthy of a second chance.

Don't ever underestimate God. He is listening, even when you think he isn't. He answers prayers (even when you haven't asked) in mysterious ways. And ours was in the form of a message. A message from a man in Canada, who had all the answers, and he didn't even know it himself.

I will heal. My marriage will survive. I AM happy.


You don't have to like it, you don't have to agree. But please, support this decision. If you can't, then you obviously shouldn't be in my life. No harsh words need to be said; I've already said them all. Your life isn't perfect either, we're just admitting to our faults and using it to our own advantage. Way to be an adult, Lindsay. Way to be a fucking adult. I seriously applaud myself.

Five Question Friday



1. What's the best Christmas present you've ever received? Gee, I don't know. Wasn't someone born on Christmas? OHYEAH. Jasper, of course! It's always nice waking up at 4 in the morning on Christmas to a nice puddle of yuck, only to give birth 12 hours later.
 2. Worst/Funniest White Elephant gift ever received? I have no idea what that even is, and I probably wouldn't participate even if I did know.

3. Is your Christmas tree plain and simple (white lights and matching ornaments) or is it wild and crazy (colored lights with lots of ornaments collected over the years)? I FINALLY got what I've always wanted - a white Christmas tree. Yes, I have a 4ft white tree and I couldn't be happier. It has colored lights (pink included!) and my ornaments are all silver. I plan to add in a new color each year.

4. "How" do you iron your clothes? The old fashioned iron/ironing board way, the shower, back in the dryer, etc.I own an awesome iron. However, no board. I'm 21 years old. I wear jeans and tank tops and hoodies. Why in the world would I waste my time ironing those things? My husband, however, has a work uniform that must be spiffy. So, we throw it in the dryer for 15 minutes before he has to get dressed.
5. How much baking do you do for Christmas and what are your "must make" items?Now that I'm 3 hours away from my own personal baker (my mommy, of course!) I guess that means I must bake for my own children, right? I actually fall for the things that need no baking. Peanut butter balls being my favorite. And I do sugar cookies, of course. I'm not sure that Santa would appreciate a nice peanut butter ball like I do. Okay, I'm lying. I'm too greedy and wouldn't want to share them with the jolly old man!

He sleeps like a baby

I realize I haven't updated in awhile, so here goes! Jasper had his adenoidectomy on November 29th. It was such a quick procedure. Paisley had to go with us and we had to be at the surgery center at SIX in the morning. But, we made it there and my baby boy had his surgery. It's always heartbreaking when you walk into the recovery room to see your baby screaming and fighting the nurses, and with an IV still in his leg. Even Paisley knew something wasn't right. She kept asking for "baby," and "where Japper?" Once we started walking towards his recovery room, Paisley lit up and darted towards her baby bubber. And while he was gurgling and choking and trying so hard to nurse, she patted his back saying "okay baby, okay." She can be such a good sister when she wants to be.

Right after surgery.
Mommy milk cures all!

 Dr. Bob told us that Jaspers adenoids were HUGE. Do I need to clarify again? Apparently they were the size of Dr. Bobs own thumb. I know what you're thinking.... a thumb isn't big. Do you know where an adenoid is? It's in the back of your nose, toward your throat. In an itty bitty baby, a man sized thumb in a throat is HUGE. He literally had someones hand, er, thumb, blocking off his airway as he slept. He's now recovered and I can't even notice him breathing as he sleeps. That's right - I'm actually checking to make sure he's breathing. Weird, huh? When he really was having difficulties, I checked of course. And now that the issue is resolved, I am STILL checking. Not because he's snoring or gasping, but because I can't hear him sleep. Did you catch that? I can't hear him. It's all okay now. My baby boy can sleep like a baby. Not like an old 50 year old man who weighs 850 pounds. He. sleeps. like. a. baby.

Note: I'm not dumb. I have babies. I know that sleeping like a baby isn't the most exciting thing in the world. They wake up crying. It isn't 12 hours of quiet. But for him to wake up means that he's still breathing. And THAT is exciting.