tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41248636235890940462024-03-13T15:19:37.199-04:00Green Acres BlissIn The Country No One Can Hear My ScreamsMrs. Lisa Douglashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09427359437363847436noreply@blogger.comBlogger44125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124863623589094046.post-53103303916191866522011-01-29T11:39:00.005-05:002011-01-29T14:34:38.800-05:00The Fairy Tale is OverI have been avoiding this place and all of you for awhile now.<br /><br />A couple weeks ago Oliver called it quits on us. Everything was beautiful up until the moment it ended and Im still pretty confused. <br /><br />I picked up my boys and moved back to the city... and my moms house, to try to pick up the pieces.<br /><br />Its not something Ive really delt with completely yet.<br /><br />But since this blog was about my epic love story with Oliver, I cant keep it.<br /><br />Im starting over again with my boys and I have to blog someplace that doesnt contain all of the love I miss.<br /><br />So Im starting someplace else. As someone else, the real me, and Im going to try to find my way through all of this mess.<br /><br />If you've stuck around this long I hope you'll think about following me when I make the big move because well.... I really like you people.<br /><br />So this is it folks. Green Acres Bliss is no more. It was wonderful but I put all my proverbial eggs in one basket. Live and learn right? <br /><br /><br />I'm headed over to http://www.life-reassembled.blogspot.com<br />Join me?<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLWGxYozivI/TURFdo9_SmI/AAAAAAAAAM8/96zi4_1M2W4/s1600/normal_broken_heart.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLWGxYozivI/TURFdo9_SmI/AAAAAAAAAM8/96zi4_1M2W4/s320/normal_broken_heart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567651414852717154" /></a>Mrs. Lisa Douglashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09427359437363847436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124863623589094046.post-51783993218277452822011-01-13T14:31:00.001-05:002011-01-13T14:32:34.551-05:00Pure MichiganIts a spoof on the Pure Michigan commercials but this is about Saugatuck and it actually IS positive... for the most part.<br /><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/K_aQqSHTW9Y" frameborder="0"></iframe>Mrs. Lisa Douglashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09427359437363847436noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124863623589094046.post-9094653065999612542011-01-10T11:44:00.005-05:002011-01-10T12:23:00.613-05:00Slow Day on the FarmThank Heavens.<br /><br />Finally!<br /><br />On such a quiet day there is actually nothing to blog about. No crazy shenanigans. No mildly insane bahavior. No interuptions to this blog post with things like "NO PLAYING IN THE TOILET!" and "STOP USING THE DOG LIKE A RECLINER AND THE CAT LIKE A SCARF!"<br /><br /><br />Planning my little sisters baby shower inspired me to rummage through my pictures from my last trip down to Louisiana to visit her. It really is a beautiful state once you look past alot of the redneck, run down junk.<br />Anyways, I found this in my step sisters album from the trip.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLWGxYozivI/TSs4M20oADI/AAAAAAAAAMs/kVwjHo0iL_s/s1600/26170_1233236511801_1255800135_30585743_7397445_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLWGxYozivI/TSs4M20oADI/AAAAAAAAAMs/kVwjHo0iL_s/s320/26170_1233236511801_1255800135_30585743_7397445_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560599958444834866" /></a><br /><br />I dont remember this picture but it inspired me to sit down and make this.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLWGxYozivI/TSs4juiaH6I/AAAAAAAAAM0/vt5UbrFSIhU/s1600/DSCF0354-pola.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLWGxYozivI/TSs4juiaH6I/AAAAAAAAAM0/vt5UbrFSIhU/s320/DSCF0354-pola.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560600351357935522" /></a><br /><br />I love it.<br /><br />Mom came over yesterday for coffee. She said the day before my sisters baby shower she will come over at 7am to help me clean and decorate. "Clean and decorate" is actually code for "hide as much crap as possible and decorate over/in front of anything else". Im glad she understands that panicked look in my eye when we talk about 20 people coming over.<br /><br />JR sat down next to me today and said,<br />"Youre drinking your happy coffee mommy? To make you happy?"<br /><br />My 2 year old understands what so many adults dont. Dont mess with me before my "happy coffee".Mrs. Lisa Douglashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09427359437363847436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124863623589094046.post-47059418865089623062011-01-09T11:19:00.002-05:002011-01-09T11:41:27.181-05:00Fathers Day<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLWGxYozivI/TSngJ4FlfLI/AAAAAAAAAMk/sQG0zZbEpIc/s1600/global_15764580.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 155px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLWGxYozivI/TSngJ4FlfLI/AAAAAAAAAMk/sQG0zZbEpIc/s400/global_15764580.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560221675244846258" /></a><br /><br />He might not be perfect but he makes beautiful metal jewlery, and plays the guitar wonderfully, and hes nice.<br />And he and Oliver are so similar in so many ways. Not just physical ways.<br /><br />And he made us some amazing chicken and sausage gumbo. Im thinking about eating it for lunch.<br /><br />It was a good evening. I think everyone enjoyed themselves. He gave Oliver a ring that he is actually wearing(hes not a jewlery guy), and he tried to give me one but I have the smallest fingers ever so nothing even came close to fitting any of my fingers.<br /><br />We'll see him again at some point before he goes home. He would like Oliver to meet some aunts and other family.<br /><br />I think it was a success overall. Oliver and I didnt say much on the way home from dropping him off.<br /><br />He just leaned over, took my hand, rested it on his lips and said,<br />"If you were a book, Id read at least 600 pages of you. And I know you would be at least a 750 page book."<br /><br />He always knows just what to say.Mrs. Lisa Douglashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09427359437363847436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124863623589094046.post-9046322911357607222011-01-08T12:05:00.003-05:002011-01-08T12:24:13.211-05:00Happy List<center><a href="http://www.ourdandelionwishes.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o298/TheVasquez3/happylistbutton-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></center><br /><br />1. Oliver is meeting his birth father today. Its taken almost 41 years. He just left to go pick him up in town and bring him back to our house to spend the day with us. They are going to play music together and watch the Saints playoff game. <br /><br />2. It has stopped snowing and the sun came out and its BEA-UTIFUL outside. Im sitting inside watching the snow drop off the branches.Its winter is Michigan and any day you are forced to wear your sunglasses out of the house is a special day. Im going to soak it up.<br /><br />3. I might take Oliver(and his Father?) out tonight to see a band in Saugatuck recommended by <a href="http://littlegemsbyjax.blogspot.com/">Jax</a>.<br /><br />4. Im going to go visit my momma today. Shes the best. No really, you would think so to. I think she might be baking cookies. Score!<br /><br />5. Lastly, I made some adorable cards to include with any purchase from my <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/GreenAcresBliss">Etsy Shop</a>. I'm pretty proud of the style and eco-friendly-ness of them.Mrs. Lisa Douglashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09427359437363847436noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124863623589094046.post-75914041883273790332011-01-07T14:25:00.004-05:002011-01-07T14:51:58.223-05:00The weather outside is frightfulNo improvement in the weather today, in fact its worse than yesterday. I made a conscious choice to stop talking to the animals though. Thats a good sign.<br /><br />I may brave the weather to dig myself out to get the mail and visit the craft store. I have no idea what the roads are like beyond the end of my driveway but I saw our road is covered in packed snow, which really is nothing new.<br />This might also mean that I might put on makeup for the first time in days. I started Proactive and because of this I have tried to abstain for makeup in an effort to let the Proactive do whatever it does. Usually my face gets super dry when I wash it, especially in the winter. Since using the Proactive its been oily. Oily like I havent washed my face all day. I wont be reordering it. I havent seen much of an improvement in the last couple weeks. I'll just go buy some good quality facewash and maybe new makeup. <br />Its been a source of constant frustration because its so new to me.<br /><br />Oliver and I have big plans tonight. Hes going to finish reading his book(only 300 pages left), and Im crawling into my snuggie to craft and watch it snow sideways.<br /><br /><br /><br /><center>The view of the barn from the house today</center><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLWGxYozivI/TSdujS1QKNI/AAAAAAAAAMc/_Q2WfZ3NOds/s1600/DSCF0340.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLWGxYozivI/TSdujS1QKNI/AAAAAAAAAMc/_Q2WfZ3NOds/s400/DSCF0340.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559533817641838802" /></a>Mrs. Lisa Douglashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09427359437363847436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124863623589094046.post-85799482602242943062011-01-06T19:26:00.003-05:002011-01-06T19:45:05.088-05:00One of those days?<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLWGxYozivI/TSZhPB39V9I/AAAAAAAAAMM/4EiFdJ8NROs/s1600/rts_003KathleenTurner.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559237700864530386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLWGxYozivI/TSZhPB39V9I/AAAAAAAAAMM/4EiFdJ8NROs/s400/rts_003KathleenTurner.jpg" /></a><br />Maybe its cabin fever and insanity slowly setting in?<br /><br />I dont know but I spent my day having a running conversation with myself, no one, the dog, and various inanimate object around the house.<br /><br />You're wondering what we were talking about?<br /><br />Oh you know, the dead birds dropping out of the sky down south, the digital camera, how cold my feet were. Normal stuff to be wandering around mumbling about.<br /><br />At once point this afternoon, Oliver looked up from his reading and called "WHAT DID YOU SAY?!" as I sat in the next room talking sewing with Jasper.... the cat.<br /><br />"NOTHING" I yelled back and turned to Jasper again, "He'd think I was a nut if he knew I was talking to you." And I kept right on going with our sewing conversation.<br /><br />The big joke is that pathetic single women sit home and talk to their cats. Im not single.<br />And I wasnt home alone.<br /><br />I hope the weather improves or I fear this "talking to myself" thing could get out of hand.Mrs. Lisa Douglashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09427359437363847436noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124863623589094046.post-84229548833338140912011-01-04T12:18:00.004-05:002011-01-04T14:34:27.572-05:00Good Morning Wildlife!I woke up today to some bright sunshine streaming through the window next to my bed. For some reason its the one window in the house missing a curtain and it points East so the morning sun comes right in.<br />I cant say Im always pleased with this.<br /><br />Anyways, I rolled out of bed and padded down the stairs in my pajamas and headed straight for my coffeepot to turn it on. I wandered around the kitchen for a few minutes spying all the dishes that need to be done and the bottles from various types of Michigan Microbrews that need to be collected and recycled.<br /><br />I mentally threw my hands in the air at the thought of cleaning and headed to the livingroom to drill JD on why he thought he was soooooo sick today he should stay home(ok he had a temp and a cough and a gullible dad).<br /><br />Thats when I saw it.<br /><br />A dead mouse in the middle of the diningroom floor.<br />It was tiny.<br />And a little bit cute even though it was dead.<br />But it was still dead.<br />And in the middle of the floor waiting to scare the BEJEESUS out of me.<br /><br />Mission successful little mouse.<br /><br />I ran up the stairs and pounced onto Oliver in bed and just about shrieked "THERES A DEAD MOUSE IN THE DININGROOM!" <br />He opened one eye, stired a little, and said "Yeah I saw the kitten with it this morning. When I tried to get it the cat ran off." Then he closed his eye and added "Have JD pick it up. Its his cat."<br /><br />Ugh!<br /><br />So I ran halfway down the stairs to the landing and yelled for JD to PUH-LEASE dispose of the mouse. Once he picked it up(by the tail) and headed out of the room I came down and stared at the spot where the mouse had been.<br /><br />I mummbled something to myself about "gross rodent germs" and ran for the kitchen to get some cleaner, papertowel, and gloves. I proceeded to spend 5 minutes spraying, scrubbing and respraying that spot on the floor until I was convinced it was clean.<br /><br />There are some moments in life that I know have just given me another grey hair. When I see JR try to fly down the stairs head first, when Oliver and C crash through the pasture fence on the snowmobile, and dead animals in my diningroom. <br /><br />I really am sorry little mouse. You were cute but you scared me. I just wish this could have waited until I had at least one cup of coffee in me this morning. <br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLWGxYozivI/TSNeg080e2I/AAAAAAAAAME/UCjOrqfwWSw/s1600/725mouse.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLWGxYozivI/TSNeg080e2I/AAAAAAAAAME/UCjOrqfwWSw/s400/725mouse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558390283167890274" /></a>Mrs. Lisa Douglashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09427359437363847436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124863623589094046.post-10674902645871097632011-01-03T20:05:00.003-05:002011-01-03T20:10:43.124-05:00Etsy!I warned you about the shameless self promotion. Here it is!<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLWGxYozivI/TSJyswnZNgI/AAAAAAAAAL8/SGDyUfQ85g8/s1600/etsybanner.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 53px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLWGxYozivI/TSJyswnZNgI/AAAAAAAAAL8/SGDyUfQ85g8/s400/etsybanner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558131003418555906" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/GreenAcresBliss">Green Acres Bliss on Etsy!</a>Mrs. Lisa Douglashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09427359437363847436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124863623589094046.post-29120176535834551932011-01-02T20:55:00.002-05:002011-01-02T21:11:47.985-05:00My dad was right...I need to remember to call him and thank him for not smothering us to death when we were home on school breaks.<br />I dont mean smothering in a cute hugs and kisses kind of way.<br /><br />I mean literally, holding a pillow over our heads until we stopped breathing.<br /><br />I know how he was feeling now and Im pleasently surprised we lived to be adults.<br /><br />But do you know what tomorrow is?<br /><br />Its Monday. Back to school day!!<br />Even Oliver starts school tomorrow.<br /><br />And do you know what this means?<br />HOURS ALONE! Just me! Alone! Doing all the things I need to do! With no distraction!<br /><br />Do you know what else tomorrow is?<br />Etsy Launch Day!<br /><br />And do you know what THAT means?<br />The begining of shameless self promotion by <strong>ME</strong>!<br /><br />I know youre all in front of your computers doing your happy dances just like I am.<br /><span style="font-size:78%;">And Id really appreciate video of said dance.</span><br /><br />Oliver is tearing apart the house looking for his copy of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/America:_Freedom_to_Fascism">From Freedome to Fascim</a> and making frustrated noises. I should probably be helpful, or seem concerned, or something...<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLWGxYozivI/TSEv_vfT2oI/AAAAAAAAAL0/z484LfIpk-A/s1600/woman_relaxing.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLWGxYozivI/TSEv_vfT2oI/AAAAAAAAAL0/z484LfIpk-A/s320/woman_relaxing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557776187277957762" /></a>Mrs. Lisa Douglashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09427359437363847436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124863623589094046.post-56970358929424784312010-12-30T17:00:00.002-05:002010-12-30T17:15:00.261-05:00The Big MoveNot a new house.<br /><br />Just a new bedroom.<br /><br />Oliver suggested last night that we give up the Master Bedroom to A and JD since you know, all we do in our room is sleep.<br /><br />We need all the kids to have more space in their rooms to play.<br />Why do we need them in to play in their rooms more?<br />Not because I dont enjoy seeing their bright shiney faces.<br />But because during the course of one evening Oliver and I are constantly bellowing "OUT!" while we try to take 2 minutes in the kitchen to talk, steal a kiss, etc. If we are in any room, the kids are directly behind us listening.<br />This is just a side effect of having kids I suppose.<br /><br />But A and JD would get to spread out in the huge room, C and JR get to move up to a bigger room, and that leaves Oliver and I with the little room.<br />I mean LITTLE<br />Postage stamp little.<br />With a King sized bed.<br /><br />Oliver swears the bed, dresser, and grandmas special chest will fit but I stood in that room today and I just dont see it.<br /><br />Im afraid.<br /><br />Maybe we wont hear that they cant play in their rooms because <strike>its too messy and they own too much crap</strike>there is no space. Maybe they will actually hang out up there with their video games, and toys, and computers. I think this whole theory is far fetched but Oliver seems convinced.<br /><br />So next week we will start the move and if Im lucky, while no one is looking I can throw out some stuff.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLWGxYozivI/TR0EEg9aTLI/AAAAAAAAALs/gfezaVftxDY/s1600/tinyroom.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLWGxYozivI/TR0EEg9aTLI/AAAAAAAAALs/gfezaVftxDY/s320/tinyroom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556601990858558642" /></a>Mrs. Lisa Douglashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09427359437363847436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124863623589094046.post-76785098490445030972010-12-29T13:42:00.003-05:002010-12-29T13:57:41.671-05:00Vanity At its FinestI am secretly a ridiculously vain person.<br />I style my hair and wear eyeshadow to do yard work.<br />I try to keep money and time spent to a minimum but I like to look nice.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLWGxYozivI/TRuB5uZDhlI/AAAAAAAAALk/mBS6QlJqsCo/s1600/1293138266.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLWGxYozivI/TRuB5uZDhlI/AAAAAAAAALk/mBS6QlJqsCo/s320/1293138266.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556177393997284946" /></a><br /><br />I have been dealing with a case of what appears to be adult onset acne. I never had a pimple in my life until I was pregnant the first time. Since then its gotten progressively worse and Ive finally thrown my hands in the air.<br /><br />I ordered proactive and Im thinking about going back on the pill.<br />I hate the pill. I dont need the pill. I need better skin though.<br />Even Oliver mentioned that hes never seen it this bad. If Oliver says something it MUST be bad.<br /><br />Its unfortunate because since I jumped back into CHI products my hair has never looked better health and style wise, but my skin is just awful!<br /><br />I'll take any advice at this point. Im out of ideas.Mrs. Lisa Douglashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09427359437363847436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124863623589094046.post-86405984409868005072010-12-28T09:56:00.003-05:002010-12-28T10:21:28.908-05:00Im A Winner!Its true!<br /><br />If you havnt been over to <a href="http://www.ourdandelionwishes.com/">*Dandelion Wishes*</a> to chat with Mamarazzi then GO! Just wait until the end of this post. Its a lovely place full of pixies and gum drops, and rainbows, and... ok maybe it doesnt really have any of those things but she is awesome. <br /><br />I woke up this morning to find I had won a special surprise gift on Mamarazzis blog from <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/CharmedAsAlways?ref=pr_shop">Little Gems by Jax</a> on etsy! <br />Maybe its earings?<br />Maybe its a necklace?<br />The surprise is the best part and its all cute x100 so I have no reason to NOT be excited.<br /><br />Whats even better about this win is that Im plugging/supporting a fellow Michiganian(Michigander?). She has a promo going on right now to get FREE stuff with any purchase from her shop, and she still has a 10% off holiday sale going on.<br /><br />Now, On your mark! Get set! Go! <a href="http://www.ourdandelionwishes.com/">*Dandelion Wishes*</a> and <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/CharmedAsAlways?ref=pr_shop">Little Gems by Jax</a>! <br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLWGxYozivI/TRn_j3JQX4I/AAAAAAAAALc/__HuQpHolDg/s1600/littlegems.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 166px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLWGxYozivI/TRn_j3JQX4I/AAAAAAAAALc/__HuQpHolDg/s320/littlegems.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555752606901493634" /></a>Mrs. Lisa Douglashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09427359437363847436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124863623589094046.post-60757550685938692532010-12-26T19:21:00.009-05:002010-12-26T19:53:06.273-05:00Thank God Its OverMan that was a MESS!<br /><br />A fun, over indulgent, slightly inebriated, mess.<br /><br /><br />Im so glad we are finished for another 364 days.<br /><br />Everyone got some good stuff, ate A LOT of food, and drove all over creation. Whew!<br /><br />I dont need to ramble on about all the stuff we got but I will say that I got a snuggie, and I will add without shame that I am wearing it <strong>right now</strong>.<br /><br />Wilson the Chocolate loving chocolate lab seems fine so far but he did eat some MORE chocolate today. He eats dead animals he finds in fields. Im guessing this wont kill him.<br /><br />I leave you with a few pictures...<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLWGxYozivI/TRfe2WKbnAI/AAAAAAAAAKs/FM7AvsRZq24/s1600/DSCF0214.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555153690628430850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLWGxYozivI/TRfe2WKbnAI/AAAAAAAAAKs/FM7AvsRZq24/s320/DSCF0214.JPG" /></a><br />A and JD, easily the coolest kids EVER. Obviously.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLWGxYozivI/TRffuVyqGkI/AAAAAAAAAK0/EUq-4xSvfPw/s1600/DSCF0234.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555154652601391682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLWGxYozivI/TRffuVyqGkI/AAAAAAAAAK0/EUq-4xSvfPw/s320/DSCF0234.JPG" /></a><br />A and JD with their cat Samantha<span style="font-size:78%;">(also affectionately referred to as "the spawn of Satan")<br /></span><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLWGxYozivI/TRfgiRKfwSI/AAAAAAAAAK8/pJWRw_TJNCc/s1600/DSCF0241.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555155544712397090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLWGxYozivI/TRfgiRKfwSI/AAAAAAAAAK8/pJWRw_TJNCc/s320/DSCF0241.JPG" /></a><br />Oliver and JD and his new PSP<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLWGxYozivI/TRfhHb36blI/AAAAAAAAALE/a_FB7gFcTG4/s1600/DSCF0245.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555156183242403410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLWGxYozivI/TRfhHb36blI/AAAAAAAAALE/a_FB7gFcTG4/s320/DSCF0245.JPG" /></a><br />Me, C, and JR<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLWGxYozivI/TRfholLkOnI/AAAAAAAAALM/W6QYpRDN0t0/s1600/DSCF0252.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555156752676436594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLWGxYozivI/TRfholLkOnI/AAAAAAAAALM/W6QYpRDN0t0/s320/DSCF0252.JPG" /></a><br />Testing out the new mic<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLWGxYozivI/TRfiS9CxBfI/AAAAAAAAALU/RUmT2x03VI0/s1600/DSCF0097.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555157480636483058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLWGxYozivI/TRfiS9CxBfI/AAAAAAAAALU/RUmT2x03VI0/s320/DSCF0097.JPG" /></a><br />All 4 boys and Spike.<br /><br />Back to blogging about non-holiday related things tomorrow!<br /><br />Cheers folks. I hope you all made it out alive.Mrs. Lisa Douglashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09427359437363847436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124863623589094046.post-23051677904366802742010-12-25T12:59:00.004-05:002010-12-25T13:19:13.789-05:00Christmas is about surprises!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLWGxYozivI/TRYzX5bEnHI/AAAAAAAAAKk/TdpKV1erNPc/s1600/emptywrappers.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 259px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554683676052462706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLWGxYozivI/TRYzX5bEnHI/AAAAAAAAAKk/TdpKV1erNPc/s320/emptywrappers.jpg" /></a><br /><br />We came home from our Christmas party last night to find that our lovely lab Wilson had eaten ALL the chocolate for the boys stockings.<br />A whole bag of York Peppermint Patties, and a bag of Hershey Kisses. Wrappers and all.<br /><br />So In addition to waking my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">panicked</span> father up with a phone call<span style="font-size:85%;">(to see how much chocolate would kill a <em>chocolate</em> lab, oh the irony)</span><span style="font-size:100%;">,</span> Oliver had to go out and find a 24 hour gas station on Christmas Eve to buy overpriced candy to fill the stockings.<br /><br />We also may be finding an emergency vet tomorrow when all those wrappers try to find their way through his digestive tract unsuccessfully.<br /><br />Merry Christmas Boys and Girls.<br />The kids open their gifts this evening!Mrs. Lisa Douglashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09427359437363847436noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124863623589094046.post-56982611753310670812010-12-23T14:07:00.004-05:002010-12-23T16:00:36.596-05:00The Art of Cold E-MailingLet me just start by saying, I have no idea what the art of "Cold E-Mailing" is but I intend to find out.<br /><br />And frankly, the idea of it makes my hands clammy, my forehead sweaty, and my vision a little blurry.<br /><br />But I need a job. More than that even, I WANT a job. I WANT to get out, interact with people, network.<br /><br />Oh yeah, and Im terrified of being impoverished.<br /><br />So here is the problem:<br />I live in a resort town. It booms in the summer. Its dead in the winter.<br /><br />Its winter.<br /><br />This does not bode well for the current job market.<br /><br />I WANT a nice entry level position working at the front desk at your resort, behind the counter at your kitchy shop downtown, SOMETHING where I get face-time with PEOPLE. I dont need full time. I dont need benefits. I just NEED to get out of the house and hopefully bring home some money while Im at it.<br /><br />So Im resorting to cold e-mailing because well.... theres no one actually at these resorts. Some of them arnt even open for the season yet. <br />Hopefully I can portray my sparkling personality in a cold e-mail and actually get SOMEONE to call me.<br />I get the distinct feeling that writing personal sounding e-mails(that dont make me sound like a complete tool) to so many places is going to occupy my time for the next 48 hours.<br /><br />Desperate times call for desperate measures people. <br /><br />Cold e-mailing, also known as "thinly veiled begging".<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLWGxYozivI/TROiOF90zvI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/KE4zUlwRzz8/s1600/begging.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLWGxYozivI/TROiOF90zvI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/KE4zUlwRzz8/s320/begging.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553961128481312498" /></a>Mrs. Lisa Douglashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09427359437363847436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124863623589094046.post-83793061625222924002010-12-22T11:42:00.004-05:002010-12-22T12:12:58.204-05:00These are a few of my Favorite ThingsThe kids are home for Christmas break this week. Just A and JD with us this week and seeing that they are 10 and 11, this should be easy right?<br /><br />Wrong.<br /><br /><strong>"I'MMMMMMM BOOOORRREEEDDDDD!"</strong><br /><br />This is all Ive heard this week. Once the video games are turned off for the day they suddenly have NOTHING else to do. You know, a bedroom full of toys and instruments and 14 acres of woods and fields and theres not ONE thing they can do but pick on eachother.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLWGxYozivI/TRIv7-tzwxI/AAAAAAAAAJw/mJzm88CarjA/s1600/12100310B.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLWGxYozivI/TRIv7-tzwxI/AAAAAAAAAJw/mJzm88CarjA/s320/12100310B.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553553997995164434" /></a><br /><br />When I do manage to get the kids to go outside they come back in 37 times and track snow across all the floors, leaving me with dirty wet floors, and dirty wet socks. I feel like Ive sunken to <em>SHRIEKING</em> "TAKE OFF YOUR SHOES!! NOT IN THE HOUSE!!"<br /><br />Lord Help Me.<br /><br />But! I woke up this morning after getting to sleep in to some glorious sunshine which made the fact that the cat had thrown up on my favorite comfy red chair a little easier to handle.<br />The boys helped pick up the house without too much pleading.<br />I painted my nails bright red for Christmas and Oliver made me coffee.<br /><br />Oh and JR's tiny little Orange Ukulele showed up for Christmas. I dont think Ive ever seen anything so cute in my LIFE.Mrs. Lisa Douglashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09427359437363847436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124863623589094046.post-83553518564001092652010-12-20T08:55:00.004-05:002010-12-20T09:32:04.931-05:00The Christmas Goose is getting fatterAnd so am I.<br /><br />Dont you love the Christmas season and all its yummy food?<br /><br />Im looking forward to roasting a whole chicken for dinner tonight.<br /><br />Im an extremely visual person. I like lists and calanders and color coded post-it notes. I NEEEEED those things in order to have any idea whats going on.<br />I have none of those things currently for the Christmas week. I am flying by the seat of my pants! I have no idea when the kids will be wandering through to celebrate, I have no idea when we are due at Olivers parents, or my Dads or Olivers Aunts. I have no idea who will get to see the kids because Im just LOST.<br /><br />Oh yeah, and Oliver forgets EVERYTHING unless hes reminded 5 minutes before he has to leave.<br />I think I should probably get crackin on that Color coded Christmas calendar/list combo.<br /><br />In other news, I lost the squirt bottle to keep the cat out of the tree so Ive resorted to using the nerf gun. Dont worry, I only graze the cat with the foam dart. I think its mostly the noise that scares her rather than the dart.<br /><br />Dont call PETA. Geez. Even PETA wouldnt like my cat.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLWGxYozivI/TQ9oeS1l05I/AAAAAAAAAJo/f3CC5AJeyxg/s1600/funny-pictures-cat-is-stuck-in-your-christmas-tree.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLWGxYozivI/TQ9oeS1l05I/AAAAAAAAAJo/f3CC5AJeyxg/s320/funny-pictures-cat-is-stuck-in-your-christmas-tree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552771735233090450" /></a>Mrs. Lisa Douglashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09427359437363847436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124863623589094046.post-14172766552799846142010-12-18T13:41:00.002-05:002010-12-18T13:54:27.285-05:00Happy ListParticipating in Mamarazzis Happy List over @<br /><center><a href=" target="><img src="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o298/TheVasquez3/happylistbutton.jpg" border="0" alt="HappyListButton"/></a></center><br /><br />C and I saw a rainbow IN a cloud on the way home from school yesterday. Ive never seen that before and it kept my spirits up all evening. A rainbow IN A CLOUD? How can you NOT be happy about that?<br /><br />Im Happy Oliver started sorting, rearranging, and throwing out things in the office and music room today. Those areas are off limits to me(my own choice) but I was happy to see it done without any prompting from me.<br /><br />Oliver called up the stairs this morning "Great pot of coffee baby!". Happy to get a compliment on my coffee from the coffee nazi!<br /><br />Im happy I finally took a leap and got some balls rolling so I can open my own ETSY shop soon.<br /><br />Whats on YOUR Happy List?Mrs. Lisa Douglashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09427359437363847436noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124863623589094046.post-49976830738575286472010-12-15T10:15:00.004-05:002010-12-15T10:41:09.723-05:00Christmas Shopper ExtraordinaireHave I mentioned lately that Oliver is the man of my dreams?<br />Well he is and the reasons why just keep piling up.<br /><br />Its no secret to anyone who knows me well that I have pretty severe anxiety which has no topic or situation discrimination. This is something that is well controlled without medication but I have a tendency to loose it completely sometimes.<br /><br />We all know that Christmas is a trying time for even some of the most sane people.<br /><br />And then theres the people like me.<br /><br />The hustle and bustle of Christmas starts to wear on me quickly and usually by about the 15th of December(thats today) Im avoiding all retail stores completely.<br /><br />Oliver is a master Christmas shopper and buying just the right gifts for people makes him almost giddy. So does the word "SALE". The man has basically taken over Christmas shopping this year for everyone. I actually went into the closet yesterday to pull everything out and take inventory of what we have because I cant keep up with everything hes bringing home.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLWGxYozivI/TQjeLDuU3-I/AAAAAAAAAJg/VgFqaWBR_Ow/s1600/xmas%2Blist.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLWGxYozivI/TQjeLDuU3-I/AAAAAAAAAJg/VgFqaWBR_Ow/s320/xmas%2Blist.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550930822293676002" /></a><br /><br />As I pulled out shopping bag after shopping bag and my list got longer and longer, I kept having to turn and ask Oliver what toys went to which kid. That is, until I couldnt see him anymore because the gifts between us were piled so high and I started to have to yell over the pile of bags and gifts.<br /><br />I know hes not done which is scary. The scary part is actually that both of us hate wrapping gifts and theres soooo many to be wrapped. Im hopefully going to start this weekend with the wrapping and spread it out over a week so I dont get burnt out too fast.<br /><br />Hes asked me to keep him out of the stores because as we get closer to Christmas and things start getting marked down.... well he cant help himself. Short of hiding his keys, freezing his debit card in a block of ice, and chaining him to a radiator, theres no way to stop that man from doing whatever he wants.<br /><br />So hows your shopping going?Mrs. Lisa Douglashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09427359437363847436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124863623589094046.post-23297610786471805222010-12-14T11:26:00.002-05:002010-12-14T11:37:40.619-05:00Gameshow Excitement<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLWGxYozivI/TQebqQQQ8kI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ud2c0QKHbTc/s1600/price-is-right.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLWGxYozivI/TQebqQQQ8kI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ud2c0QKHbTc/s320/price-is-right.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550576215977423426" /></a><br /><br />JR has become a Price is Right junky!<br /><br />He been jumping round the livingroom for 30 minutes yelling<br />"Fifty dowars(dollars) in the box! Yay!!! Give me a hug!"<br />and then he comes barraling toward me for a hug.<br /><br />Fifty dollars is the only amount of money he knows.<br /><br />I thought this was strictly Price Is Right enthusiasim until an Art Van commercial came on and he started jumping around yelling<br />"Holiday Sale! Fifty dowars!"<br /><br />So maybe hes not a Price is Right enthusist but we're getting there.Mrs. Lisa Douglashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09427359437363847436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124863623589094046.post-22746395729227203022010-12-13T19:30:00.004-05:002010-12-13T19:44:15.656-05:00Winter FiresOliver is a big fan of the winter fire. He knows fires make me happy because being warm makes me happy.<br />Hes a peach.<br />So this winter fire business... since we were informed that a fire in the woodstove would likely cause the house to burn to the ground, Oliver suggested that after the kids go to bed he goes outside to the fire pit and builds me a HUGE fire. I thought this sounded fantastic!<br />Then the news came on.<br />The windchill is 6.<br />6 degrees.<br />Thats in Fahrenheit.<br />Ouch.<br /><br />Im still going to give it a try. Whats the worst that could happen? I dont enjoy it and go back inside and what? Waste 6 pieces of the wood we spent a month splitting and stacking to go in the woodstove? I wont feel to bad about it.<br /><br />In other news, We had a rough start to the day just because me and the cold get along so poorly. I knew how cold it would be outside this morning and that immediately sent my mood downhill. When we got to school I got stuck on the icy hill outside the school. Two good Samaritans had to push me up the hill. It was not cool. I called Oliver.<br />"You should probably put down some kitty litter or something for traction."<br /><br />"*blink**blink* Did you put litter in the trunk because I didnt?"<br /><br />"Oh.... well.... no I didnt but.... hmmm"<br /><br />God love him.<br /><br />C found mine and Olivers Antlers he bought us today and wanted to take a picture. Im so unenthused with them that Oliver is now calling me "Scrooge McDuck" or something.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLWGxYozivI/TQa9R8n7c7I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/51bkn8E_0Ro/s1600/DSCF0075.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XLWGxYozivI/TQa9R8n7c7I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/51bkn8E_0Ro/s320/DSCF0075.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550331706809742258" /></a>Mrs. Lisa Douglashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09427359437363847436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124863623589094046.post-49284784259571712412010-12-12T12:24:00.007-05:002010-12-12T12:49:17.435-05:00The big man upstairsSanta I mean.<br /><br />We took C and JR to a Christmas party last weekend so they could sit on Santas lap and get a gift.<br /><br />C made a list for Santa and insisted that we bring it so he could give it to him personally. He held it in the car the whole way there.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLWGxYozivI/TQUGLRZEK1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/cydLC02E4ZA/s1600/DSCF0041.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XLWGxYozivI/TQUGLRZEK1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/cydLC02E4ZA/s320/DSCF0041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549848906520865618" /></a><br /><br />The kids got all hopped up on sugar and ran around like crazy people of course.<br />Untill Santa arrived that is. Then they both sat quietly and waited for their names to be called.<br /><br />JR got called up first and was so excited he started opening his gift while still on Santas lap.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLWGxYozivI/TQUHH5eB3zI/AAAAAAAAAIw/JmLKjfGik2o/s1600/DSCF0052.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLWGxYozivI/TQUHH5eB3zI/AAAAAAAAAIw/JmLKjfGik2o/s320/DSCF0052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549849948071255858" /></a><br /><br />C's name came a couple minutes later. He ran up with his list. He crawled up onto Santas lap and they read his list together.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLWGxYozivI/TQUIOVQ7AJI/AAAAAAAAAI4/f73fQ8gfGZ4/s1600/DSCF0055.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLWGxYozivI/TQUIOVQ7AJI/AAAAAAAAAI4/f73fQ8gfGZ4/s320/DSCF0055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549851158123315346" /></a><br />Nerf Gun<br />Nerf Darts<br />Halo Legos<br />Santa asked if he could keep the list, for future reference you know, and slid it into his pocket.<br />C jumped down and ran off to open his gift from Santa.<br /><br />"A nerf gun! It was on my list! How did he know mom?!"<br /><br />I just shrugged my shoulders, "Hes a pretty magical guy huh."<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLWGxYozivI/TQUJQyzt-1I/AAAAAAAAAJA/XURtTsFh9xk/s1600/DSCF0060.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XLWGxYozivI/TQUJQyzt-1I/AAAAAAAAAJA/XURtTsFh9xk/s320/DSCF0060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549852299925257042" /></a><br /><br />He spent the next 24 hours telling anyone who was listening, and a few people who wern't, about how Santa got him EXACTLY what was on his list.<br /><br />He thinks pretty highly of the guy now.Mrs. Lisa Douglashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09427359437363847436noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124863623589094046.post-71653239272967606132010-12-08T20:46:00.003-05:002010-12-08T20:56:23.428-05:00Irrational Fear #11<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLWGxYozivI/TQA1FLjPQtI/AAAAAAAAAIg/3-x1c3LwD4A/s1600/Bats_brushes_by_Kencho.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XLWGxYozivI/TQA1FLjPQtI/AAAAAAAAAIg/3-x1c3LwD4A/s320/Bats_brushes_by_Kencho.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548493104036659922" /></a><br /><br />HO-LY SHIT KIDS!<br /><br />I found out last night that I am very irrationally afraid of bats. In the house bats.<br /><br />We had a bat interupt our netflix time late last night. I did some screaching and hiding under the blanket while Oliver took off to catch the bat. <br />His commentary like "Its SO FAST!" and "It just keeps flying at my FACE!" didnt help my anxiety much.<br /><br />Here comes the Irrational part...<br /><br />He cornered it once it flew into the basement. All of the sudden I hear that little noise bats make... you know the one, and I yell "OH MY GAWD I CAN HEAR IT!!" Followed by me diving back under the blanket.<br />Oliver yells from the other room to tell me he had it in a towel and he was going to bring it in to show to me. I know he was joking, I could hear him opening the back door. Logically I know hes joking, I can hear it in his voice.<br /><br />I wasnt feeling very logical though.<br /><br />I started sobbing.<br /><br />"Really? Sobbing?" you might ask because you and I both know thats overreaction at its finest.<br /><br />And to you I say, Yes sobbing. I was shook up for a good 15 minutes after the bat left. <br /><br />You know how the old saying goes, "You learn a new irrational fears everyday".... or something like that.Mrs. Lisa Douglashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09427359437363847436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4124863623589094046.post-83615961446251562172010-12-07T21:20:00.002-05:002010-12-07T22:23:26.430-05:00Irrational Fears and the woodstoveThis is stolen from The lovely Ms. Kristy over at <a href="http://www.pampersandpinot.com/">Pampers and Pinot</a><br />A list of irrational fears!<br /><br />10. My kids will somehow drown, even in life jackets and calm waters.<br />9. Any body of salt water. I wont even put my feet in.<br />8. Oliver will leave. Its a great relationship. Not perfect of course and I know his level of commitment yet the thought lingers.<br />7. Oliver driving. He has no points on his licence. No tickets in 12 years. Still have to keep my head down <br />6. Vomit. My kids, me, the dog, anything. I worked in a hospital and handled all forms of bodily fluids. Vomit freaks me out.<br />5. Bees! This isnt totally irrational but Im not allergic. I know the stings dont hurt that bad but anytime one comes near me I run screaming or lock up completely.<br />4. Large Bridges. I close my eyes going across one but driving across one makes me nauseous which is bad given my fear of vomit.<br />3. Raw beef. Poultry doesnt both me as much by the feel and smell of raw beef sickens me. I can eat it cooked though.<br />2. Touching anything in a public restroom. Taking my kids into a public restroom makes me almost pass out because they JUST.DONT.CARE! I use tissue for everything.<br />1. Pregnancy. I loved being pregnant both times, and I love my kids. There is no chance Im getting pregnant again. Really, basically physically impossible. Im so afraid that Ive even taken tests.<br /><br />The wood stove was supposed to be working today. Meaning they were coming to clean the chimney out so we could burn again. Basically we found out that the chimney doesnt meet code in any way. Sooo we might get ride of the wood stove, and use the money from that to convert it BACK into an actual fireplace(which I would prefer).<br />In any case, the point of the story is that Im not having a fire right now like I thought I would be.<br />So disappointing.Mrs. Lisa Douglashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09427359437363847436noreply@blogger.com0