tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59587725050247454182024-03-19T04:41:49.550-04:00Define: AwkwardJodihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556454779052502852noreply@blogger.comBlogger124125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958772505024745418.post-63342318019687260752016-09-10T23:24:00.002-04:002016-09-10T23:30:13.553-04:00Define: OneJericho is one year old! Let's just ignore the fact that she has been for almost a month, and just focus on the fact that she is. :)<br />
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One of her birthday gifts was a handmade blanket, which she quickly became obsessed with.</div>
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Her birthday party was wonderful, and she was just as spoiled as Beckett was at his. These kids are loved by a lot of people, and we are so thankful for that!<br />
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Jericho has recently started saying "hi" when she sees people. Beckett got really into it when he was younger too, but the thing that's different about Jericho's "hi" is how soft-spoken and personal it seems. Many times people don't hear, or don't realize that she is speaking to them, and sometimes when they do notice and say hi back, she gets really shy and buries her head in my shoulder. I love it.<br />
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Walking has seemed to be just around the corner for a while now, but I'm really okay with it not happening yet. She's a quick and stealthy crawler, and once she figures out walking I don't think it will be long before she's running to keep up with Beckett. She does not hesitate to let us know when she is not happy, and I absolutely believe that she will refuse to be left behind. She likes to be right up in the action.<br />
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Even though walking is still on the agenda, she's jumped right into climbing. This terrifies me. She crawls onto step stools, stairs, Beckett's bed, clothes, the cat, toys, chairs...anything she can get up onto, she does. Her speed and stealth serve her well in this. Yesterday I looked away for what couldn't have been more than 8 seconds. She was standing next to the ottoman, which really is not much below her chin. When I looked back, she was sitting on top of it, looking at me like it was no big deal. I still have no idea how she got up there.<br />
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When this girl gets tired...oh my goodness. "Fighting sleep" is not even...I can't even think of the words. It's bad. She will find her blanket on the floor, lay down on it for a few seconds, get up, crawl around, come back to the blanket and lie down again, then get back up...it is almost always a wrestling match to get her to go down. She has to be held just so, and even then you have to adjust because oh man is she a flailer. I remove all jewelry before I try to put her to bed. Really. I've had the earrings ripped out of my ears more than once (the backs released, thank goodness!), and she's broken a few necklaces. I've been slapped, scratched, and kicked more times than I can count or remember. Once she started to fall asleep sitting in her high chair, and she fought, and fought, and fought...I couldn't believe how long she kept herself awake.<br />
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Most of the time, she's a pretty happy girl. Especially if she's being held. I read all these stories of second children doing things so much sooner than the first kid because they had all this time on the floor while the parent was attending to the first child, but that has not been the case with Jericho. Beckett requires a lot of supervision, but I couldn't leave Jericho on the floor with him or she would have been trampled the day we brought her home. Even when I left her in her little rocker seat I had to worry about Beckett sitting on her, or trying to crawl in with her. He also tried to share food with her very early on. She got to have some of Beckett's chocolate chip oatmeal cookie at about three weeks old, and a few days after that he dumped about half a can of root beer all over her. Side note: Jamin did not do well with this. I reassured him many, many times that newborns were very squishy and she was fine. As a result of trying to save her from her brother during the first few months of her life, she became very accustomed to being held, and is showing no sign of outgrowing that.</div>
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Standing up in her high chair - another fun way to give mama a heart attack.</div>
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Before Jericho was born, I had said many times that I would be totally content with all boys. I don't think that that wasn't true, but now that she's here and we're getting to know her, I can't imagine having had a boy instead. She is our sweet, beautiful, pumpkin girl, and I am so excited to see what the next year of her life brings.Jodihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556454779052502852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958772505024745418.post-80559744163396272792016-07-22T12:02:00.001-04:002016-07-22T12:05:26.930-04:00Define: ThreeBeckett had this third birthday last week. Three years seems to have flown by, yet at the same time it seems like he's just always been a part of our family.<br />
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Beckett's words have really made leaps and bounds over the last month or two. He was evaluated a few months ago, and his speech was a little bit behind. We worried that he had been having some ear problems, and that maybe his pronunciation was off because he couldn't hear us. Our audiology appointment at Mott's went really well (and what a cool facility!), and they said his ears looked great. He's started stringing more words together lately, and repeats just about everything we say (great for progress, not always great for us to hear what he's hearing from us...).<br />
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Whenever we asked him how old he was going to be for his birthday, he'd put his finger on his chin and say, "Hmm...two!" We would say, "No, try again..." And he would say, "Hmm...one!"<br />
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Meltdowns at three are both funny and maddening. Yesterday, he was upset about something, and I was trying to deal with that. Jericho was also in the kitchen, and had crawled over to the cat food. She started to dump the bowl on the floor when Beckett realized what she was doing, which just pushed him further into his meltdown. I tried to tell him that I couldn't go take care of Jericho until he stopped freaking out, but Jericho spilling more cat food made him freak out more...I was really glad when Jamin got home.<br />
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For a while I've been disappointed with the amount of time I spend on my phone, and now that Beckett is a little more independent, I feel even worse. Whenever he asks for a game, or my phone, or to watch something, I have a pang of conviction. I know that it's unrealistic to think I can keep him away from all technology, and even if I could, I don't think I would want to. I just don't want it to be a focus in his life, I want him to play with toys, to go outside, to catch bugs and play in the mud. A lot of times I convince myself that it's too hard to do those things because of where we live, and truly, that is a factor, but I also know that if I were to be truly intentional about it, those things would happen.<br />
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At three years old...when he's throwing himself on the floor screaming because we said no to a video game (which he's actually doing at this very moment), it's hard. When it's been an hour since we put him in bed and I hear his door open <i>again</i>, it's hard. When he's been sitting in time out for 15 minutes because he won't just look me in the eyes when I'm talking to him, it's hard. But when he smiles and runs to me when I get home, it's worth it. When he learns something new and is so excited to show me, it's worth it. When he says, "Love you, mama" (even with the prompting), it's worth it. When he runs up and wants snuggle (which is the point of the meltdown he's just reached), it's worth it. It's all worth it, and I am so blessed to call this three-year-old crazy kid mine.</div>
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This is his picture pose...ugh.</div>
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Beckett, who hadn't even been born yet, is almost three! I was thinking about that today, and I don't know if that seems like a really short time, or a really long time. Three years doesn't sound that long, but I can't imagine life without him, either.<br />
Beckett, at almost three, is a busy boy. He has so. much. energy. He was sick a few weeks ago, and I kept saying I was worried about how lethargic he was, until my mother-in-law mentioned that what I was calling extreme lethargy was just normal sick kid.<br />
Being a big brother has really suited Beckett. We never had any problems with him being jealous, or acting out after Jericho was born. He says, "Aww!" or "Sweet!" in this super high pitched voice, and gives her a hug about 20 times a day. We did worry at the beginning that he'd accidentally smother her when trying to cover her with a blanket, but she did survive. The worry now is just being gentle in general, which he's still working on.<br />
His words have made leaps and bounds in the last couple months, but sometimes I like it more when he doesn't quite know how to say what he means. Whenever I say, "I love you, Beckett," he says right back, "Love you, Beckett." I just say I'm glad he has so much self-esteem at this age.<br />
Particular is a good word for describing Beckett. He likes things to be done just so, and will have a nice almost-three-years-old meltdown if they aren't. Some of the things we have done horribly wrong include: the wrong person buckling him into the car, the wrong person unbuckling him from the car, opening the fruit snacks, not opening the fruit snacks, and so on. I don't know how we managed to get anything done without him, since everything we have ever done is wrong.<br />
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Jericho, who is almost one, is such a mama's girl. I have always been so upset whenever Beckett wants Jamin instead of me, and this is my <strike>punishment</strike> reward. Today while Jamin was in the shower, Beckett told me he needed to use the potty. I set Jericho down to help him, and she screamed so loud and for so long that Jamin asked what had happened to her when he got out of the shower. I had to reassure him that she had not been hurt. He tried to take her from me, at which point she began to sob hysterically (she didn't even leave my arms, she just lost it when he reached for her). It's a real love/hate relationship with the attachment. I do enjoy feeling needed, and I love all the snuggles and spending time with her, but I really struggle to get things done.<br />
Jericho <i>loves</i> Beckett. She's been watching him for as long as she could see him, and her face lights up when she sees him. She does, however, screech like a banshee when Beckett takes something away from her now. For a while she just let it happen, but now she lets him (and everyone in the neighborhood) know that she's not happy.<br />
She already says something that sounds like "bye bye" and waves when prompted, and loves to say "uh oh." She's been pulling herself up for a while now, and is able to take steps holding onto hands (even though she looks a little drunk). She wants to do what Beckett does so badly that I wouldn't be surprised if she gets walking down before her birthday.<br />
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Recently I've really gotten back into knitting. As a result, I now have a yarn addiction. My sister sent me a picture of her "huge stash" and I just laughed. A co-worker got her daughter a loom-type thing for Christmas and I told her not to buy yarn, but to just take some of mine. I gave her 3 plastic bags full, and I am ashamed to say it didn't really even make a dent. Some of the yarn I pick up I'm too scared to use. It's so pretty, and I'm afraid I'll waste it by making something terrible, so it just sits and waits while I buy more. I vaguely remember saying I wouldn't buy any more until I used up some of my stash about a year ago. I think Jamin knew it wouldn't happen, but he pretended to believe in me (while also letting me buy more yarn).<br />
Between work and the kids, I don't get as much time to do it as I'd like, but I usually get in at least a couple rows a day. It's something I've really grown to love doing, and it's a good way to wind down at the end of the day.<br />
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And that brings me to why I'm writing. I need to take some time for myself, time to be by myself, to gather my thoughts, to remember what's going on at this busy stage of our lives, and to write it down because heaven knows that between the potty accidents, the food on the floor, the screeching, the tears, the skinned knees, the diaper changes, and the bumped heads, I need to take the time to savor the hugs, the giggles, the story times, the kisses, the snuggles, the new words, the walks, the games, the tickles, the "Love you, Beckett"s.<br />
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So...here we go.<br />
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Another thing is getting the baby room ready. We have slowly been making progress, and actually over the last week or two we've gotten a lot done. Today I went and looked at cribs, and realized that I am not sure we can fit a crib and the dresser I planned on getting from my dad into the baby room. We don't have that small of a house, but the layout is just...frustrating. I know we'll figure it out, but at this point it seems like we are running out of time.<br />
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Last week I made <a href="http://www.diabeticlivingonline.com/recipe/chicken/chicken-potato-and-gravy-bowls/">chicken and gravy mashed potato bowls</a>, not unlike the ones from KFC. The main difference was that these ones are probably much better for you, and not anywhere near as delicious. As I was making them I was already composing this entry, as to how they weren't really a hit, but I didn't think they would be because Jamin doesn't really like that kind of thing. To my surprise, he did like it! I didn't even cut up all of the chicken I cooked, anticipating that he would just want some chicken tenders. I did some tweaking to the potatoes (I couldn't resist - I forgot about the sour cream, but added garlic and cheese), but overall this was a pretty good meal, and really easy. This is one we'll be having again.<br />
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This week I made a <a href="http://www.diabeticlivingonline.com/recipe/pies/stovetop-peach-blackberry-crisp-with-crunchy-oatmeal-coconut-topping/">peach and blackberry crisp</a>. I have been missing fruits and sweets so much since the diagnosis, so I've been looking for dessert recipes involving fruit. I left the coconut and pecans out of this one (Jamin's not big on pecans, and neither of us really like coconut). I did slightly burn the oats, so they smelled and tasted a bit like burned popcorn. Oops. Even with the burnt popcorn smell/taste, this was really good! I wasn't sure Jamin would like it (I knew he definitely wouldn't without the ice cream), but he did! At least, he said he did. Sometimes I'm not sure if he really liked it, or if he just doesn't want to hurt my feelings (which is very nice of him, but then I really don't know how he feels about things). I kept the leftover topping and fruit separate (fruit in the fridge), and had some again last night, and it was still good, even though it wasn't warm. It's definitely going to be a repeat recipe.Jodihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556454779052502852noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958772505024745418.post-56853845474730217292013-05-12T19:18:00.000-04:002013-05-12T19:18:26.584-04:00Define: Lifestyle ChangeThe transition from my normal eating habits to eating well with gestational diabetes has been kind of tough for me. I've never been one for counting carbs or anything, so learning what is good and not good to eat has been hard. At my appointment with the diabetes doctor, he made it sound like I needed to go on insulin. He told me that he would "give me a chance to get it under control" first. I left not feeling so great about him. I had four high numbers out of probably about 50, and they weren't even that high (one was 121 instead of 120). I think you always need to give people a chance to get a complete lifestyle change under control: it's hard! All he did was make me afraid to write down any more slightly high numbers.<br />
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I'm also having the problem of just not being able to get full! The "meal ideas" that I was given just make me sad. For example, one breakfast idea is two pieces of toast with peanut butter. That's it. I don't know if I'm the odd one out, but that is <u>not</u> enough breakfast for me. The "perfect" lunch suggestion wasn't much better: half of a sandwich, a small piece of fruit, and one glass of milk. Unless by half a sandwich they mean a Subway 6 inch, that's probably not going to cut it either. I know that I need to eat differently than I was before, but for the last two weeks I have just been constantly hungry. We're working on finding healthy things to fill me up, but it's hard, and I'm getting reeeeally sick of drinking pretty much only water.<br />
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Two nights ago my recipe for the week was <a href="http://www.diabeticlivingonline.com/recipe/chicken/poblano-chicken-bundles/">poblano chicken bundles</a>. I have been looking up some diabetic recipes, and this one seemed easy (until I realized I did not own a meat mallet...now I do!). I think if I make this again (and I probably will, my sugar numbers were good after eating it), I may leave out the pepper (and possibly the cilantro, just to try it). It wasn't bad, I'm just not a big fan of pepper, and the pepper flavor was pretty strong. We also thought it might be a little better with bread crumbs instead of corn meal breading, but I wondered if the recipe called for corn meal instead of bread to make it more diabetic friendly. I'll just make it with only a little bit of bread crumbs, or maybe corn flakes? I'm pretty sure that I've had chicken coated with corn flakes before...<br />
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Now I'm trying to convince Jamin that he should try eating like this for a week or two, if only so that when I complain that I'm hungry he'll understand that I really, really am.Jodihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556454779052502852noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958772505024745418.post-41375886500066104142013-05-03T13:31:00.000-04:002013-05-03T13:46:19.083-04:00Define: ScatteredThis one is a little all over the place, but that's because I have been slacking on updating again.<br />
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As an update to the previous post, I went back to ACO and got the paint tweaked, and it's perfect! It's not as dark as Jamin would have liked, but it's<b> so</b> much better than the band-aid pink!<br />
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Our insurance situation with the pregnancy has not been great. None of my pre-or post-natal visits are covered, so we have been paying out of pocket. We knew that it was going to be a lot, but that we could make it work. However, between the ultrasound and some lab work, it has not been working out. The ultrasound wasn't covered, but instead of sending us a bill, our OB covered it with what we had been paying them out of pocket. This didn't seem to be a bad thing, until we realized that we still owed them the full $1,500 that they expect before delivery. They used some of what we had already given them to cover the ultrasound, which meant we owed them that money <i>again</i>.<br />
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I had blood work done to check for gestational diabetes a few weeks ago, and a week later the doctor called to tell me that I needed to go back in for the three hour test. I went back in, and a few days later I got the call that I had been diagnosed with gestational diabetes. I was upset, but not shocked. My grandma has diabetes and my mom had gestational diabetes.<br />
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I called my insurance to see if they would be covering any of the doctor visits and supplies to go along with this new development. Of course they weren't. At this point, I was really starting to stress out about how we were going to make this work. We still had to pay almost everything to the OB, the deductible to insurance, and the co-pay at delivery. The bills were adding up to almost $5,000 <i>without</i> any of the diabetes stuff.<br />
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At our next OB appointment, we also discovered that I have a negative blood type, while Jamin's is positive. Which meant that I needed a shot. Which was probably not covered either. Every time we go in, I swear it's something else.<br />
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We have been working on applying for Medicaid and some programs through the hospital that help cover the bills. We expected to have to pay another deductible through Medicaid, which wasn't ideal, but we knew that we needed any help we could get.<br />
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Yesterday, I got the notification that our Medicaid application had been processed. We have no deductible, and full Medicaid coverage! This was so much better than what we had been expecting! I'm still not sure exactly what it all means, but I know that this was the best case scenario for us, and we are feeling so blessed to have gotten this financial help. It has taken a<b> huge</b> load off of our shoulders.<br />
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My Pinterest recipes for the last three weeks!<br />
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I threw a bridal shower for my lovely friend Erin a few weeks ago, and made <a href="http://www.food.com/recipe/lemonade-pineapple-punch-148403">lemonade punch</a>. I garnished it with lemon slices, which made me feel so, so cool. Really cool. This recipe wasn't bad, but it was more of a pineapple punch than a lemonade. If I make it again I will ease up on the pineapple juice, and add a bit more of the lemonade mix.<br />
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The next week I made <a href="http://www.buzzle.com/articles/brownies-from-scratch.html">brownies</a> from scratch. They were okay. I ended up just throwing out the last couple because we hadn't eaten them, so I probably won't make them again. Jamin said they were alright, but just seemed really heavy, and I agree.<br />
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The following week I made different <a href="http://www.thecomfortofcooking.com/2010/08/best-cocoa-brownies.html">brownies</a>. These were gone in two days. They were wonderful! When I pulled up the recipe, I was surprised at how much less ingredients there were than the ones I had made the week before. As such, I was a little skeptical, but they were perfect. Jamin <i>devoured</i> them. The ones from the week before he had only been eating with ice cream, but these ones he loved enough to eat alone. This is definitely the recipe I will use next time I make brownies.<br />
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Today I'm making <a href="http://www.soudersstudios.com/recipes/rainbow-pinwheel-cookies.php">sugar cookies</a>. Technically, I am not using a new recipe (the link actually says to use the dough you can buy, yeah right!), but it is a new technique. My favorite sugar cookie recipe is too good for me to try anything else, so I'm still using that. However, I've never put food coloring into the dough, and I <i>always</i> put frosting on after, so it will be interesting to see how these hold up on their own.<br />
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(I do feel that I need to add that after the diabetes diagnosis, I have been watching what I'm eating. I only had a few bites of brownie, and the cookies are for church, not for us to eat.)<br />
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Tomorrow I'll also be making potato wedges. When I clicked on the link, it took me to a blog instead of the actual post, so I'm just going to follow the directions from the comments on the actual pin:<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #211922; font-family: 'helvetica neue', arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">Cheesy Potato Wedges... 4-6 Potatoes 1/4 c. Olive Oil Sea Salt, Pepper, your favorite Seasoning Salt 1 c. Sour Cream 1/2 c. Ranch Dressing 1/4 c. Milk 1 c. shredded Cheddar 1/2 c. shredded Mozzarella 1/2 c. Real Bacon Bits 1/4 c. Green Onions Cut potatoes into "steak fries". Place on foiled baking sheet. Drizzle with oil. Lightly toss with tongs. Sprinkle seasonings over the potatoes. Bake 400* for 40 min til fork tender.</span><br />
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When we first got the house, my dad had some red paint already, so I thought we could just use that. It was an okay color, nothing I was in love with, but not terrible. When we were deciding what color to paint the cabinets, I sent Jamin to the store with a swatch, and said that I wanted something at least that dark, but a warm, rich color. The swatch was really cool toned. I'm not sure who didn't communicate well with who, but the color that came back was exactly the swatch color. I wasn't happy, but I'm not one to make a big deal out of those things, so we just used it.</div>
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One of the things I didn't like about the kitchen was the tile border about halfway up the wall. I decided we could pull them off and just put a chair rail kind of thing up instead. In October, we started pulling the tiles off, but in the process, the drywall got damaged (whoever lived here before us was seriously obsessed with caulk. OBSESSED.). We really meant to take the tiles down and put the chair rail right up, but another problem was an uneven wall underneath the window. The tilers had put a piece of wood behind the tile to solve this problem, but we didn't have a piece of wood all ready to go.</div>
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So, between the damaged wall, the uneven wall, and lack of the proper tools to cut the chair rail to the right lengths, it is now April and there is still no chair rail. And it looks bad.</div>
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Last week Jamin and I decided we would repaint. Neither of us loved the red, and we both agreed that the kitchen was just plain ugly.</div>
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We decided on a dark blue for the bottom half of the wall, and a light brown for the top.</div>
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Now I knew, going into this, that sometimes light brown doesn't look like brown. The light brown we used in our living room and upstairs bathroom has this purpley/pinky hue to it that I really don't like, but have gotten used to. As we looked at light browns, I knew to be careful of this.</div>
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We picked one out, got home, and I put a little bit on the wall, only to discover that it's pretty much bandaid pink.</div>
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Jamin thought he could live with it, I wasn't sure. Sometimes I would look at it and think, eh, it's okay. Other times I looked at it and all I could see was pink. After debating for a day or two, I decided to try something else.</div>
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I grabbed a sample of Benjamin Moore paint at ACO (conveniently located next to my work), and brought it home. I loved it. It was the creamy, ivory color I had been picturing all along (turns out I wanted more of a yellow than a brown.). Jamin wasn't crazy about how light it was, but he pointed out that I am a bit more picky about these things than he is, so I should do what I want.</div>
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Tonight I decided to get a little bit on the wall to check. It's a bit lighter than the other color, so I wasn't truly happy with it, but I thought it would be okay. Then I got to looking at the wall I hadn't painted yet with the bandaid pink. I dabbed a bit of paint on that wall. You can't even tell.</div>
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This time I ended up with a Valspar color, and I've seen all the "love your color guarantee" commercials, so I could potentially get some money back for this can, I just need to look into it and see if it's worth the hassle. After my third color fail in the kitchen, I'm not sure if it really is, or really isn't.</div>
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I have this needle thing. And by thing, I mean phobia. I hate needles. I hate them so, so much. I know it doesn't hurt. It's weird that every time it comes up, everyone's first comment is, "It doesn't even hurt." I <i>knoooooow</i>. It doesn't bother me because it hurts, it bothers me because...well, actually I'm not sure why. But it does. I suppose fear can't always be rationalized.<br />
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When it came time to go back yesterday and get it done, I started having a panic attack. Jamin knew what was coming, the nurse, unfortunately, did not.<br />
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It's frustrating when the person giving you a shot/doing your IV/drawing your blood says things to calm you down like, "You're making it much worse than it is." Honestly, has that ever worked? As if mid-panic I'm going to stop and say, "You know, I never thought of it that way, you're right!" and be fine. Lady, I know I'm freaking out. Obviously, if I could get through this without that reaction, I would.<br />
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The other thing she said was, "You're going to have a baby! This is nothing!"<br />
Uh, was that supposed to make me feel better or worse?<br />
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But seriously, that was the best it's ever gone. I was actually calm (I use that word loosely) enough for them to get started pretty quickly after I sat down, and I only cried for about 15 minutes after it was over. Last time I think I just cried on and off all day. Major improvement.<br />
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Even though I knew it wasn't bleeding and didn't need it, I did have to have Jamin switch out the cotton ball and tape for a band-aid last night. I just wasn't ready to have to look at it yet.Jodihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556454779052502852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958772505024745418.post-56588917457781147272013-04-10T21:38:00.000-04:002013-04-10T21:38:50.582-04:00Define: Determined I <b>will</b> keep up with this.<br />
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A few of my weekly recipes have slacked a bit...especially the <a href="http://www.marvelousrecipes.net/2009/01/08/quick-easy-monkey-bread/">monkey bread</a>. I cut up canned biscuits, covered them with cinnamon, sugar and butter, and stuck it in the oven. However, it was delicious.<br />
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The next week I tried <a href="http://www.chef-in-training.com/2013/01/slow-cooker-berry-cobbler/">slow cooker berry cobbler</a>. Have I mentioned that I love crock pot recipes? Because I do. I really really do. I used blueberries and blackberries instead of blueberries and raspberries (simply because I could not find raspberries at Meijer, which I thought was strange), but it was still really good. I made it at my in-laws, and Jamin and I had a little bit before we went to my cousin's confirmation at church. When we got back to pick up the crock pot and the dog on the way home, the rest was gone! It was easy and definitely good, I didn't even get a second serving!<br />
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Last week was <a href="http://www.tasteofhome.com/Recipes/Mozzarella-Stick?pmcode=IKLDC05S&_mid=838832&_rid=838832.650200.781355">won ton cheese sticks</a>. I used string cheese, which was alright, but if I try it again I may try another kind of cheese. It was kind of hard to roll it up, even after I cut the cheese in half. I was worried that the cheese would still be cold after the outside had finished cooking (stovetop temperature control is so not my thing), but they were actually pretty warm. Neither Jamin or I like cheese sticks after the middle has cooled off and it gets that weird rubbery texture, so we did have to make sure we ate them fairly quickly.<br />
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So even though I feel like the monkey bread was kind of a cop out, I've still made something every week. I've already repeated the<a href="http://www.mariescookingadventures.com/2012/10/the-best-pot-roast-ever-updated.html"> pot roast</a> and the <a href="http://www.saltnturmeric.com/2008/11/cheesy-garlic-biscuits.html">biscuits</a>, so I think that this has definitely been worth it. I like that we've added a few new meals into our rotation, and I feel like I've learned a <i>lot</i> about cooking.Jodihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556454779052502852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958772505024745418.post-26823569339432805232013-03-17T20:03:00.001-04:002013-03-17T20:03:34.117-04:00Define: Behind<br />
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I have meant to write a blog so many times in the last month, and just haven't gotten there. Partially because my laptop won't work unless it's plugged in, and Jamin keeps <s>stealing</s> borrowing my cord.<br />
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One of the few that I actually remember is about putting up curtains in our bedroom. Our house is heated by radiators. Big, tall radiators. In our bedroom, the radiator is right in front of the windows. I had been searching for curtains for a while, but my length constraint was making things difficult. Finally I decided to just make my own.<br />
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In the interest of getting them made quickly, I ended up buying a tablecloth at Target instead of real fabric. I know I'll go that route eventually, but we had these awful roll up blinds that didn't really work and smelled like b.o., so...tablecloth it was.<br />
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I don't know if it's weird that they go with the stripes on the wall, but it works for us.<br />
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While I had them down, I decided to redo the way I was hanging them. I had just sewed two lines down the top and slid the pole through it, but it was hard to open them since there was so much fabric bunching up. I cut a few rectangles and sewed them onto the back, which helped a lot. They don't look very pretty, but no one is going to see that part, right?<br />
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I have managed to keep up with my recipe a week from Pinterest! I don't remember what order I made them in anymore, but it's going down as a win in my book because I remember what I made.<br />
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<a href="http://sugarbetty.blogspot.com/2011/06/strawberry-pizza.html">Strawberry pizza</a> was one of them. And it was delicious. I've actually made it twice now, and used the crust and cream cheese sauce to make a fruit pizza for potluck at church. The ingredient list calls for cream cheese, lemon juice, and vanilla for the cream cheese part, but when you get to that part in the directions it says to add the sugar. I just added sugar until I liked the taste, which I think is one of the best ways to cook. I was also lazy about doing the "cutting in" for the dough, I just cut up the butter and threw everything into my mixer. It never really got a great dough consistency, but it tasted just fine!<br />
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Another one I tried was this <a href="http://www.mariescookingadventures.com/2012/10/the-best-pot-roast-ever-updated.html">pot roast</a>. We'll definitely be having this one again. I wasn't sure what kind of meat I was supposed to use (I'm still not sure, which makes me feel really stupid...), and I don't think I ended up using the right thing, but Jamin <b>loved</b> it. Pot roast meat normally has that stringy, flaky kind of thing going on, but this meat ended up being like steak. Next time I make it I'll probably just use the same kind of meat because he loved it so much. The problem is I can't quite remember what it was....shoulder something? I do know that whatever it was, it wasn't cheap.<br />
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I tried my hand at <a href="http://www.saltnturmeric.com/2008/11/cheesy-garlic-biscuits.html">skillet lasagna</a>, and it was not great. I did some tweaking without actually trying the original recipe, which may have been the problem. The recipe gives directions for making a sauce, but I already had my spaghetti sauce in the freezer, so I just unthawed a bag of that. Then I didn't really measure any of the cheese I added. I think I went a little overboard on the ricotta. It didn't turn out horribly, but I haven't mentioned trying it again, and neither has Jamin.<br />
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Yesterday I tried these <a href="http://www.saltnturmeric.com/2008/11/cheesy-garlic-biscuits.html">biscuits</a>, and oh man, they were good. Next time I'll add more garlic (I'll be honest, I didn't measure, so maybe the recipe called for more than I used), but that's the only change. <br />
They were super easy and they're already all gone.<br />
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I'm sure I've got other things to post about, but this is already a pretty long one, so I'll end it with the hope that I don't go as long in between posts next time!Jodihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556454779052502852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958772505024745418.post-89509264529624752892013-02-16T19:39:00.000-05:002013-02-16T20:21:03.353-05:00Define: FailLast week I tried to make <a href="http://thingswemake.wordpress.com/2012/02/11/honey-cloud-pancakes/">honey cloud pancakes</a>. It did not go well.<br />
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The recipe says to whisk the egg whites until "peaky." I whisked and whisked and whisked and they never got peaky, so I thought the bubbly stuff I had was good enough.<br />
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The pancake was fluffy until I put it in the oven, where it collapsed and never recovered. I thought a flat pancake was no problem, but the problem ended up being that it just tasted like eggs. I didn't use eggs to measure the egg whites, I already had some and thought I could just eyeball it. I will not try to do that again.<br />
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I'm sure that when you make these correctly, they are delicious. However, I did not, and my results were not delicious.<br />
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Tonight I'm trying <a href="http://www.dealstomeals.blogspot.mx/2009/03/blog-post_09.html">french bread</a>. I already realized one oops, the recipe calls for instant yeast and I used active dry yeast, so we'll see how that goes. I didn't even know that there were different kinds of yeast until reading through the comments while my dough was (not) rising. Ahwell. The comment says her dough didn't rise either, but that it still worked, the bread was just kind of heavy. I can live with that.<br />
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:)Jodihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556454779052502852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958772505024745418.post-77798293539014712362013-02-14T20:59:00.001-05:002013-02-14T20:59:46.420-05:00Define: ChevronI have been meaning to post about this for a week now....<br />
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Since our second bedroom was already gray and yellow, we decided to just keep it those colors for the nursery. They're also pretty gender neutral colors, and we're not going to find out what we're having. :)<br />
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The big project with this room is going to be the floor. There was carpet when we moved in, but our pets....well, we took the carpet out, let's leave it at that.<br />
There's wood floor underneath, but it needs to be sanded and refinished, which is going to just be time consuming. We were planning to have it done when the floors were fixed from the radiator fiasco, but it was going to cost <b><i><u>$600</u></i></b>! Ridiculous.<br />
Anyway, we haven't really gotten started on that yet, but it's definitely at the top of the list.<br />
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Since we weren't ready to tackle the floor yet, I decided to spruce up the paint a little bit. I wanted to do something to the walls in that room, and when I saw a chevron tutorial on Pinterest I knew it was meant to be.<br />
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I started out by measuring the wall, and dividing it up into squares, mapping it the design out on paper. I don't know how I thought I was going to do this on the wall, but I ended up buying a chalk line. I LOVE IT. There is no way this would have turned out as well as it did without it.<br />
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The first thing I tried was this <a href="http://thecheesepusher.tumblr.com/post/2719857351/creamy-garlic-pasta">creamy garlic pasta</a>. Jamin is not a big fan of sauce on his noodles (he likes them plain, with salt. boring.), so when I found out we had a friend coming for dinner, I was excited to finally try this one!<br />
I won't say that it was a disaster, but it didn't come out the way I had planned, either. I was also making <a href="http://www.reservation4two.com/6/post/2012/01/chicken-parmesan-dippers-reservation-for-two.html">chicken fingers</a>, and it turns out that the pasta is not something you should multitask while making. Not at the beginning anyway. The garlic got a little too done, and I think it just got kind of bitter. Is that a thing? Does garlic get bitter if you burn it?<br />
Anyway, Vicki said it was good, but I didn't really like it (owing to my errors, not the recipe). This is one I'll definitely try again, and I think it will turn out much better the second time.<br />
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After we got back from Greece, I decided to try <a href="http://neo-homesteading.blogspot.com/2011/01/pierogi-tutorial-revisiting-family.html">pierogis</a>. These were awesome. Jamin was surprised how well it came out for being the first time (I don't think things go wrong <i>that</i> often.).<br />
I made some of them with potato and cheese filling (I love making mashed potatoes, so I took some liberties with that part of the recipe.), and some with chicken and cheese. Jamin is <s>really picky</s> learning to try new things, but he doesn't love potatoes (<b>yet)</b>, so I made a few just for him. I just cooked and shredded some chicken breast and added cheese. Simple.<br />
This is definitely one to make again, probably tonight. Another thing I really like about this one is that you can freeze them! I make huge batches of spaghetti sauce and freeze it so that all I have to do is defrost it while making the noodles. So. Easy. I'd rather spend a few hours making a big batch so that when I get home from work all I have to do is heat something up.<br />
I will say that these are time consuming, but overall really easy.<br />
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Last night was a big night, I tried two! I made this copy cat <a href="http://www.cdkitchen.com/recipes/recs/525/Pizza_Hut_Original_Pan_Pizza41605.shtml">Pizza Hut pan pizza</a>, and <a href="http://www.cookingclassy.com/2012/11/olive-garden-breadsticks-copycat-recipe/">Olive Garden breadsticks</a>. Both were pretty good, I think I just need to make bread a few more times before I really get the hang of it (they both just seemed really heavy, any suggestions?). I also wasn't impressed with the cheese we used, but that's an easy thing to change next time.Jodihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556454779052502852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958772505024745418.post-53297417796985049702013-01-31T14:01:00.002-05:002013-01-31T14:01:25.012-05:00Define: StormsMichigan is kind of making me bipolar right now. When we left Greece, it was like 60. When we landed in Detroit, it was 9. Then yesterday was in the 50s? Right? And today I woke up to snow and ice.<div>
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This Monday night, I woke up around 4:00, and I thought I saw lightning. But that didn't make sense, because it's January, right? Then I saw it again. I didn't hear any thunder, but we had a fan on, so maybe I just didn't hear it. Then I thought, "Oh, I bet Joktan is freaking out." We haven't had any storms since we've moved, and I don't think Joktan has really found his hiding place yet. Right now we have a lot of stuff crammed under the kitchen sink, and there's no way he could fit in there. "I wonder where he's going to hide," I thought.</div>
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No sooner had I thought it than I felt something pawing at my back. There was Joktan, trying to burrow under the covers to hide. I knew he was really freaked out because he really hates Jake, and Jake was already lying on my legs, about a foot away. I lifted up the blanket and he scurried under and curled up next to me. Perhaps feeling left out, Haven joined about two minutes later, and curled up on the other side of me.</div>
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Jodihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556454779052502852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958772505024745418.post-35411278047756274802013-01-18T17:33:00.002-05:002013-01-18T17:39:36.349-05:00Define: (everything is completely) Different (because I haven't blogged since 2010)2010. That was a looooong time ago. And even my last post was a few months after the one before. And now everything is so different.<br />
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The first thing that happened since I stopped blogging was that I graduated from Douglas J and got a job at a salon in Chelsea. I have been working there for two years now, and I am still really enjoying it. Now that I live in Jackson (another change) a few people have asked if I plan to look for a job closer to home, but I can't say that I want to. After two years, I have started to build up a clientele, and I'm not "the new girl" anymore. I don't really want to start over at a new salon. The biggest reason, though, is that I really love the people I work with. I have been really blessed to make some good friends, and I am so glad to know each of them.<br />
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The next thing was getting married! Well, I guess getting engaged came before that. Jamin and I had our wedding at my dad's house August 27, 2011. He is my best friend, my favorite, my partner, my Jam. He is the best.<br />
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After the wedding, we moved to an apartment in Jackson. We took Jamin's cat Joktan with us, but a few months after moving in, we had another addition. This story is going to seem to go into pointless detail, but it's important.<br />
One morning before a wedding, I realized I needed to run to Meijer to get a card, and since I was going, I thought I would get a new litterbox and litter. Joktan was, ahem, slightly missing the mark, so to speak, and we needed a box with a lid. I got to Meijer, grabbed the litter and box, and then realized that I had already gotten a card for the wedding (the night before! why did I not remember that?!), which was the whole reason for going to the store. Oh well, right?
When I got back to the apartment, I had both of my hands full. I knocked (and by knocked I mean kicked the door a few times), but Jamin was upstairs, so I set everything down to unlock the door. I picked the litter and box back up, and out of the corner of my eye, saw a small white something come out of the woods near our door. I turned, and there was a little gray and white kitten <i>running</i> towards me. I didn't know what to do. The door, was open, my hands were full, I couldn't kick it, it was a kitten! So inside our apartment it ran.<br />
"Jamin Jamin Jamin JAMIN JAMIN!!!!!!!"<br />
I dropped the stuff and ran inside to grab the stray. I picked her up, and she immediately started purring (and then it was all over, haha). I called to Jamin, who came downstairs, and didn't even think of putting this cat back outside. Joktan was already at the top of the stairs, hissing at the intruder. I told Jamin we shouldn't keep this cat, we didn't even know if we could have more than one. I had to go do hair before the wedding, so I took the cat back outside with me and put it down. She followed me to the car (She is still pretty obsessed with me, actually. She follows me a lot.), and after I drove (sadly) away, she started crying. Jamin heard her inside, and his big loving heart couldn't take it, so he went and let her back in. When I met up with him later for the wedding, he informed me that we had a new cat. We decided on the name Haven.<br />
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We're pretty sure that God had a plan to bring Haven into our lives (since the only reason I went to the store was for the card, which I already had), and since letting Haven into our house, we've learned a lot of things about God. Jamin says he wants to write a book about things he has learned about God from our animals, and I am very excited to read it.<br />
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In August/September of 2012 we moved to a house in Jackson, very near our church.<br />
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We're still getting things figured out with that, but a radiator exploding in October kind of hindered a lot of the progress. All the (hot) water that came spewing out on our main floor went right through the wood floor and came through the ceiling of our (finished) basement. We have <i>just</i> gotten all the repairs done.
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In late September we adopted a dog. He is crazy. I'm not really sure how I feel about him right now. We tried to take him back to the shelter, but we just couldn't do it.
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The biggest news is that we are having a baby! Our current due date is July 1, but we are going to have an ultrasound in the beginning of February, and hopefully we'll have a better idea then of when to expect. I'm not gonna lie, I am <strike>obsessed with the idea</strike> kind of hoping to have twins. I got pretty sick for the first few months (lost a few pounds, yay!), which I know is probably nothing, but still makes me not very excited to do it again.<br />
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As of right now, Jamin and I are in Greece with a group of others from 1208 Greenwood. We've been here since last Thursday, and head back Monday. It's been really cool, but I am so excited to see my cats and sleep in my bed. And our wood floor was refinished from the radiator fiasco after we left, so I'm excited to see that too.
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I also promise to try my best to keep up with the blogging again.Jodihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556454779052502852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958772505024745418.post-79594817106237936592010-07-21T18:24:00.004-04:002010-07-21T18:41:58.187-04:00Define: ArtBlogger informs me that my last post was March 1. Has it really been that long?<br />Oops.<br /><br />I'm over halfway into my program at Douglas J now, which is really scary. November seems so far away, but it seems like January just happened, so I know it's going to be here before I know it.<br /><br />Next week I'll be out at camp, I am so pumped! I'll be working with Explorers (my favorite age group) and I can't wait!<br /><br />This week is the Ann Arbor Art Fair. Lots of tents with people trying to sell things, lots of roads closed, all that kind of fun stuff. I ride a bus into the downtown area, so it's not that bad for me.<br /><br />I always cut through an alley and a parking lot to get over to school from where the bus drops me off, and I've never really had a problem. Today, I was walking through the alley, texting, when I slipped. I almost fell, and honestly, my first thought was, "I just stepped in someone's vomit." While it may not be likely, it's at least possible.<br /><br />I looked down (quickly, because I knew there were people behind me), and, fortunately, it was not vomit. Unfortunately, it was a giant glob of pale green, hot orange, and tan paint. And it now coated my black shoe, and got all over the bottom of my black pants. Lovely.<br /><br />A girl from my class was walking behind me (not close enough to see what had happened), but I asked if she saw the paint when she walked through, and she said, "Yeah, were those your footprints?" Yes, yes they were.<br /><br />When I walked back through after school, I was both pleased and displeased to see that other people had stepped in it. Nice to know that I'm not the only one who didn't see it, but it might have been neat to be the only one. I can definitely still tell which footprints are mine, so it's not all bad.<br /><br /><br />Oh, and the text I was writing when it happened?<br />"I already don't like the art fair."<br /><br /><br />P.S.<br />If anyone knows how to get paint out of clothing...Jodihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556454779052502852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958772505024745418.post-5371784273623855552010-03-01T21:42:00.002-05:002010-03-01T21:57:12.349-05:00Define: Little ThingsThis morning started out awesome. I woke up feeling pretty awake, the sun was out, I listened to some good music while I got ready...it was nice. Then the little things started to pile up.<br /><br />On the way to babysit, I called my doctor's office to try to get an appointment. I asked for one with Lou-Ann, only to have the receptionist tell me that she hasn't been there since August (can you tell how often I go to the doctor?). I did get an appointment with Dr. Conant, but it's going to be weird. I like having a girl doctor. Ergh.<br /><br />Babysitting was overall alright, though there were a few moments where I felt overwhelmed. One was when Jack came up to me and said, "I got pee pee on the carpet." Thank goodness he just meant the rug in the bathroom, because I was picturing a big wet spot in the middle of the living room or something. Another was just the amount of spit-up from Ben today. It was incredible. I think he saved some from the bottle before the one I gave him to get on me. Overall though, it really wasn't a bad day.<br /><br />I drove out to Spring Arbor to see friends, but when I got there, everyone was in class. I decided to go across the street to McDonald's to get a fruit and yogurt parfait (sooooo good). As I started to pull out onto M-60, my car sputtered and died. I turned it back on, only to have the same thing happen. I put it in neutral and fortunately it rolled back a few feet out of the intersection. But I still freaked out. I called everyone, but everyone was in class. Jamin (my hero) came out of his class to help me, and as he was walking up his friend Andy was pulling up behind me, so he helped too. (strike)We(/strike) They pushed the car into the church parking lot.<br />Oh, did I mention that RIGHT before this happened I filled up my gas tank? Not. Happy.<br /><br />I told my brother I'd probably need to borrow his car, and he was cool with that. My dad came out and took a look at my car (I missed seeing him, which was the last little thing that I could handle), and he couldn't get it started, so it got towed.<br /><br />I had a small cry on the way home, but I took a shower and made some macaroni and cheese, and I'm feeling better. Tomorrow will be better. If only because I am driving a much nicer car. :)Jodihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556454779052502852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958772505024745418.post-74522669969200429452010-02-28T23:12:00.002-05:002010-02-28T23:13:50.638-05:00Define: FundraiserMy friend Clare has the opportunity to go to Madagascar this summer to shadow some missionaries, and she needs to raise a lot of money! She's selling flowers and plants from <a href="http://www.flowerpowerfundraising.com/campaign?campaign_id=1789">this website</a>, so if you need any, give her some help!Jodihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556454779052502852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958772505024745418.post-20977409613671513372010-02-28T17:47:00.003-05:002010-02-28T17:50:21.363-05:00Define: Men's HaircutBefore (okay, about a month before, but you get the idea):<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1bfD7RY5HHcEwczYIK4NbrxfnktstkFygcayOQxWmpJKShyA5JEDsl0OQlqJ_3KVvehvVpWOMz55XsJ9yWzVZyTcpy0V-VGtQpuTPZDm1vQXZpuf7raojysDFmI5cLrepV3c8CgfFMvO_/s1600-h/DSC06445_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1bfD7RY5HHcEwczYIK4NbrxfnktstkFygcayOQxWmpJKShyA5JEDsl0OQlqJ_3KVvehvVpWOMz55XsJ9yWzVZyTcpy0V-VGtQpuTPZDm1vQXZpuf7raojysDFmI5cLrepV3c8CgfFMvO_/s320/DSC06445_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443430115654360658" /></a><br /><br /><br />After:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6f6SOZwj80hUyo-I_YlN2QL8kV9luB4OvuciAhUTiI80bIA6VRP-eCeMiWdcDLbRYjzjaImz5_quhjpH3P-GkZ9iuRAYGc_WyCVvjHX1wfqm1rpIQpX7Tr-0yuBXUBnP3nKOxiR0A3R7b/s1600-h/DSC06588.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6f6SOZwj80hUyo-I_YlN2QL8kV9luB4OvuciAhUTiI80bIA6VRP-eCeMiWdcDLbRYjzjaImz5_quhjpH3P-GkZ9iuRAYGc_WyCVvjHX1wfqm1rpIQpX7Tr-0yuBXUBnP3nKOxiR0A3R7b/s320/DSC06588.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443430378142595138" /></a>Jodihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556454779052502852noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958772505024745418.post-13584631740792648382010-02-14T16:25:00.002-05:002010-02-14T16:31:36.897-05:00Define: Round LayersBefore:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtAHRNEEQptWp6C3XQp6SNrcmP86DpPyRaJSyvmira46J0BoiK5b5TDd0Smq26EazEEh3nIhcXrffbDlZU45PpxqYvWx-51bnJf2009XIXn8iS9GUUtaORr4iqRxHCN4TgWpG80y1Nlhgy/s1600-h/0213000957.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtAHRNEEQptWp6C3XQp6SNrcmP86DpPyRaJSyvmira46J0BoiK5b5TDd0Smq26EazEEh3nIhcXrffbDlZU45PpxqYvWx-51bnJf2009XIXn8iS9GUUtaORr4iqRxHCN4TgWpG80y1Nlhgy/s320/0213000957.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438213468122476034" /></a><br /><br /><br />After:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8eBjE7kwQKeLOSu1QgVo3Cko3zgTHKNJ4rxIaaS8hKry0ctCtzQCuRQY0flHwK_N4pzjsYblziyqChv1nXn-hKKgDbOgyknaFOhAk6WVANz6L6h8olw6p20mhxE9fz8EP22Ajw1JpCeXm/s1600-h/DSC06574.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8eBjE7kwQKeLOSu1QgVo3Cko3zgTHKNJ4rxIaaS8hKry0ctCtzQCuRQY0flHwK_N4pzjsYblziyqChv1nXn-hKKgDbOgyknaFOhAk6WVANz6L6h8olw6p20mhxE9fz8EP22Ajw1JpCeXm/s320/DSC06574.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438214855121394658" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1d-DMF73gYXKoUvvQ-gdiLBXgJULX00Tzz9Kquoq-a2ZzEtsS9eR7k8PbT0NI_vCPEN-B-YHXHpMFTIwYcgyC1hPYcMXiZxWWQpm1bNQdYwUJ5J1qjijf_vo0j80MEuq7tv4L15H72Yuj/s1600-h/DSC06573.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1d-DMF73gYXKoUvvQ-gdiLBXgJULX00Tzz9Kquoq-a2ZzEtsS9eR7k8PbT0NI_vCPEN-B-YHXHpMFTIwYcgyC1hPYcMXiZxWWQpm1bNQdYwUJ5J1qjijf_vo0j80MEuq7tv4L15H72Yuj/s320/DSC06573.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438214846908853938" /></a>Jodihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556454779052502852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958772505024745418.post-35132209336545056882010-02-01T18:40:00.002-05:002010-02-01T18:44:05.379-05:00Define: Stupid CarLast night, when I went to leave Spring Arbor, my car wouldn't start. The battery wasn't dead, lights were coming on, but it refused to turn over. I don't know anything about cars, I was tired, and it was cold. The situation quickly reduced me to tears.<br /><br />Somehow, Jamin managed to get it started, and I came back to Chelsea. On the way I stopped and put air in one of my tires (I need to do it once every week or so, it's got a slow leak).<br /><br />Earlier today I went out to try to start my car (to make sure that it would start again, because I don't know what Jamin did to get it to work), and I saw that the tire I had put air in less than 12 hours before was totally flat.<br />Lovely.<br /><br />My dad is planning to bring out a new tire, thank goodness, but I still just hate this stupid car.Jodihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556454779052502852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958772505024745418.post-8992527890679206892010-01-31T14:29:00.005-05:002010-01-31T14:38:15.773-05:00Define: (Real) HaircutI did my first real haircut yesterday. :)<br /><br />Before:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLjkdLKlt8pzKqj-VZje1haqLAfAmRpw0YjXF8yo3-DO592-JxIHWgp4XGA8dFJ8bGPWVh-Zzjld84uiwWaPMWzU8gbY6WVs0dggwC17F7DQUbPlKhqxly090owpQZKusadzbi3QY_WHML/s1600-h/DSC06495.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLjkdLKlt8pzKqj-VZje1haqLAfAmRpw0YjXF8yo3-DO592-JxIHWgp4XGA8dFJ8bGPWVh-Zzjld84uiwWaPMWzU8gbY6WVs0dggwC17F7DQUbPlKhqxly090owpQZKusadzbi3QY_WHML/s320/DSC06495.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432988984109982706" /></a><br /><br />During:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHHkIrNbMxx9lpuPicwATSedrBYS-74YW-jaJuQnj58TAZCpKPDLjhGRDSYO-CxQxjA4OPw6cib69RolmFS58RQg9beD2h3oNKxCfOMzRbx4Xprkqr522u6hqJxQzXptrwRSDh2xUcSKM4/s1600-h/DSC06498.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHHkIrNbMxx9lpuPicwATSedrBYS-74YW-jaJuQnj58TAZCpKPDLjhGRDSYO-CxQxjA4OPw6cib69RolmFS58RQg9beD2h3oNKxCfOMzRbx4Xprkqr522u6hqJxQzXptrwRSDh2xUcSKM4/s320/DSC06498.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432989864971798178" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1yd5I1vY0xaKPfH2Kwl5Bnr9tmm0qcQ8geZg55n15eO2KGPEFLvLUgK2lBzQVLe2g9QYm-riFHbHr-NN2Pdc8rynSlrBFAKAcv7Wpxlf68vc8xr5X1N4NvRhw6nDKoFHY1u-xyEdCByQj/s1600-h/DSC06496.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1yd5I1vY0xaKPfH2Kwl5Bnr9tmm0qcQ8geZg55n15eO2KGPEFLvLUgK2lBzQVLe2g9QYm-riFHbHr-NN2Pdc8rynSlrBFAKAcv7Wpxlf68vc8xr5X1N4NvRhw6nDKoFHY1u-xyEdCByQj/s320/DSC06496.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432989853070866290" /></a><br /><br />After:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip7Mzi1-og5-wqyWHagaP6cKI64oBakm6ux5D5divqxBQLZo6dlQOIkZpXID1m2azNEWXGKtAv6s9D1mxkJqamM9i1a3EMjEh2B8K7RGPUCAwPEoAxDSsxD7gOxCCYT7Z_MRuhrf0KZJOt/s1600-h/DSC06500.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip7Mzi1-og5-wqyWHagaP6cKI64oBakm6ux5D5divqxBQLZo6dlQOIkZpXID1m2azNEWXGKtAv6s9D1mxkJqamM9i1a3EMjEh2B8K7RGPUCAwPEoAxDSsxD7gOxCCYT7Z_MRuhrf0KZJOt/s320/DSC06500.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432990364348248962" /></a>Jodihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556454779052502852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958772505024745418.post-68866048828873973462010-01-28T20:33:00.004-05:002010-01-28T20:42:23.880-05:00Define: CrappyI forgot makeup this morning. Normally, I don't care, honest. I typically don't wear makeup, and when I do, it's just mascara, and every once in a while eyeshadow. But for school, we are supposed to look really nice and such. Not that you can't look nice without makeup. But...I felt unprepared.<br />We did updos (up-dos? updo's? who knows.) today. I ended up teasing the hair on mine (it was sort of a runway look). I heard someone say, "Jodi's looks like a rat's nest," quietly enough that I gathered only the person next to her was meant to hear, but it was a little too loud for that. I naturally turned to look, and when she made eye contact she said, "What are you doing, dear?" Um, I already heard you say rat's nest, please don't "dear" me. Later she said something about it looking runway style, but I was still kind of upset. I think she was trying to make up for saying that, though I'm not sure if she knows I heard her. I mean, we're all learning, that's why we're there, meanie.<br />On the way home, I remembered that I forgot to shut the garage door when I left this morning, so the pipes were all frozen. One burst (thankfully the one for the outside water, but still...). We're almost back to normal, but I still feel horrible. I'm glad that the pipes freezing is all that happened, though, someone could have just walked in and robbed the house! Needless to say, I will be paying much more attention to that when I leave.<br /><br /><br />I guess my day wasn't super bad. The worst thing was leaving the door open. The others weren't that bad, some were so not bad that I'm not even writing them because they sound so stupid to be whining about. Which I suppose means that I shouldn't let them dictate my mood. So here's to a better day tomorrow. :)Jodihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556454779052502852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958772505024745418.post-43110459531410436602010-01-26T18:17:00.007-05:002010-01-26T18:38:39.398-05:00Define: HaircutI gave my mannequin a haircut today! I don't have any before pictures, but here are a couple afters.<br />(Sorry about the low quality, they're from my phone.)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcEoG7taSL_GZtklPp6JaOViPB2-BrYVDoP5QejnbHWm2zNudlTuUIJfxb68KQ0h4fzZpntHJKRhdGIzTyCDVM4ny2IrtHzlb7i3AIBuVTe0qegNtpAKtxPEbaE5Dqy4iyALHSC7cZtva1/s1600-h/downsize_6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcEoG7taSL_GZtklPp6JaOViPB2-BrYVDoP5QejnbHWm2zNudlTuUIJfxb68KQ0h4fzZpntHJKRhdGIzTyCDVM4ny2IrtHzlb7i3AIBuVTe0qegNtpAKtxPEbaE5Dqy4iyALHSC7cZtva1/s320/downsize_6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431192880527626754" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOT86N3HJmL4hZqWmqbDlnighd6_ngBfklHOcwvj1-88Cv8PnMaMWC_nSwBDK_KyfNTSTt1W8Umi90tZtJc5CATGmm-zT5JFP2CgsGiQJK9rxsSg-ig980vtN6_7csJPEb6179ZRbYTuxW/s1600-h/downsize_5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOT86N3HJmL4hZqWmqbDlnighd6_ngBfklHOcwvj1-88Cv8PnMaMWC_nSwBDK_KyfNTSTt1W8Umi90tZtJc5CATGmm-zT5JFP2CgsGiQJK9rxsSg-ig980vtN6_7csJPEb6179ZRbYTuxW/s320/downsize_5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431192874468360114" /></a><br /><br />I will be cutting a real person's hair on Saturday! I'm kind of nervous (but not really, because the haircut we're doing isn't that hard), but really excited! It'll be either <a href="http://thefinerpointofarandomlife.blogspot.com/">Erin</a> or <a href="http://clarefleminguganda.blogspot.com">Clare</a>. I hope they're ready... :)Jodihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556454779052502852noreply@blogger.com1