find your spot.com

So josh and i recently logged on too the website findyourspot.com. We are living in S. Dakota, which is not a bad place. But it is not the place we want to spend the rest of our lives either, hence us logging on to this website. Josh went first, and his number four on the list of 15 was Idaho Falls, ID. Springfield missouri was his 7 option. When I went, 11 of the 15 cities and towns listed were located in Arkansas. Arkansas of all places. I dont know what is in Arkansas or why the twenty questions I answered would lead me there. Josh claims that Arkansas is only for people who like to have sex with their cousins or with animals. Since I am not strongly inclined toward either, I wonder if I will ever know what Bakersfield , AR is really like. Probably not.

And the reason we went to this website was a man who just started working for josh moved to sioux falls because of his survey results. but he is wierd on many levels and probably not a person I want to model my life after. I think the lesson I take out of this is not to move to Arkansas just because on internet survey tells me to.

Trying to start a habit.

So, in a fashion that is the exact opposite from a pattern I have set in my life, I am trying to start a habit. Mostly in my life, I find that I have devoloped a habit unintentionally, and then I must put a strong mental effort into trying to break that habit. This includes, but is not limited to, smoking, biting my fingernails and shopping on my lunch break. ( i hope josh doesnt read that... not highly likely though.) But now I find myself at a new place in my life and I am attempting to fill my spare time with stimulating and varried hobbies. I am trying to get into the habit of writing on this blog every day, even if I have no specific topic in mind. I am also drawing in my sketch book everyday and trying to read one classic book a month. I am trying to knit more and complete a few sewing projects also.

As I read over this, I realize how absolutely boring I sound. What 23 year old in their right mind knits? Well, that answer is simple. According to a conversation that was repeated yet again at work to day, I could easilly pass for being thirty. The women I work with are absolutely shocked to find that I am 23. I am not exagerating. They are not just mildly interested and I am blowing this out of porportion. These women are shocked. one girl looked at me and said " wow, I'm glad I got good genes." As if to imply that I have somewhat inferior genes. And if her genes are "good" genes, I am losing faith in the human race I will tell you that right now. .. but anyways, to tie this all together, I have decided to start telling people that I am 39. That way people will be amazed at how good i look, and they will not think i am an unhip loser who is too young to be knitting.

My Baby

So it has been a couple of days since I have last posted a blog and I will tell you why. Josh read my last entry about Marley and her sudden mood swings and accused me of being too harsh. Can you believe it?

''It's satire," I argued.

"I can't believe you'd post this about our daughter," he countered.

At first I was insulted, but not wanting to be one who brushes personal criticism aside, I took a couple of days to do some soul searching. Was I indeed coming down too harshly, or could the entry be taken for what it really is, a joking commentary on the trials and tribulations of raising a sassy little toddler. I know my sense of humor can be a little harsh but I like to look at that as being sharp. (...but maybe being sharp tongued is different from being sharp...hmm...) I like to believe that Mars knows exactly how I feel about her. She is the light of my world and my purpose in life. I try to take her feelings and wants into consideration before any decision I make. She has changed my life completely for the better and I am a better person because of her. I could go on extolling her virtues much much longer, but I won't. i hope that i have cleared the air, and will continue on with my witty realistic life commentaries on another day.

Miss Marley and her attitude

I dont know when it happens but around 18 months evil screaming snotty little devils take over your child's body and turn them into very deceptively sweet looking succubus's'. Seemingly overnight, your sweet little baby turns into a snarling frothy little beast. Case in point: Marley was sent home from school sick today. In the past, pre-abduction, when she was sick, all she wanted was to be held by her mama and given a shot of Tylenol. Back then in the good old days, I would feel horrible that she was sick, but I could try to help and feel at least a little gratitude. Post-abduction sickness means that she is screaming and oozing, all the while trying to hit and bite me when I come close. I feel like lately she personally blames me for anything that irritates her. I hope she learns soon that I am not the organizer of the universe. I also hope that my little sweet angel starts to feel better soon because it really sucks when shes sick, little devil or not.

Is it really November already?

I know I am really making myself sound old, but I cannot believe how fast the time flies by. It is blizzarding in South Dakota right now, and I find myself asking where the summer has gone. I felt like I spent the first few months here waiting for things to happen. Like waiting for Izzy and katie and my mom to get here. I waited so hard and long for them to come that I feel like I missed everything in between. I just dont feel like I am ready to be cooped insided for the next six months. And true to form, all the locals i have talked to say this is supposed to be THE winter. With what I have seen, two blizzards by the 10 of november, I may actually believe them. My only problem is I survived the winter of the century LAST winter, in Idaho. Whatever happened to Global warming. I mean I dont want things to get too toasty, but a couple degrees of warming would be nice right now.

Back into the working world

So, I have recently started a job as a preschool teacher. Before I started this gig, I wasnt sure if I would enjoy it or not. So far though, I have found it surprisingly fun. Working with a group four year olds is never boring. The off the wall comments that I hear daily are enough to keep me laughing. For instance, a long haired delivery boy who looked like he would be at home in any death metal concert, with piercings all over, was asked if he was a boy or a girl. Another aspect of my job that I enjoy is that it is teaching me true patience and forgiveness. You cannot stay mad at a four year old, regardless if they just flooded the toilet trying to see if batman can swim. Or if they say they have to pee the second you are done zipping up their elaborate and completely over the top snow suit that took twenty minutes to shove them into, regardless of the fact that they swore they didn't have to go before you started the whole debacle....

Okay so my job isn't perfect . I cant get a day off to save my life, and I think just about anyone makes more money than I do. BUT as I continually tell my kids, "It is what it is. You get what you get and you don't throw a fit.

So I have decided to follow the inspiration of my fabulous sister and start a blog for friends and family to read. As if you all have nothing better to do. Just kidding. I think this is a great way to stay in touch with the people that you don't get to see as often as you wish. This is kind of just a test run, so give me some leeway. Hopefully this will be the first of many intriguing and interesting blogs. Keep checking in.

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