tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24946604765136991222024-03-14T02:06:33.115-07:00Strawberries and KangaroosMeghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07989551319700467182noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2494660476513699122.post-31046931677021704562013-02-06T15:36:00.000-08:002013-02-06T15:36:59.175-08:002.6.13I'm so glad that I don't ever stay depressed for long! <br />
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I said something to Tim a few nights ago about how bad he was making me feel by not talking to me. He came upstairs a little frustrated it seemed because he never knows how to talk to me about stuff. I was already starting to feel better having just gotten it off my chest, and him acknowledging the problem really helped so much more, of course. Sometimes I just get one little negative thought to sprout in my mind and then it keeps growing into a huge nest of weeds that spread out and kill all the pretty thoughts I have. I am usually so good at staying ahead of them, but nobody is perfect and insecurities happen. I always look back at it and see how stupid it was. <br />
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So I am feeling back to my happy every day self. I've plunged back into my painting. I tried to read some more of my book Dracula last night but wasn't feeling it. I am getting really close to the end and I'm not sure if I want to attempt checking out any of the movies for fear that I will get irritated at any part that does not follow the book. <br />
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It looks as though Tim's mom coming over for dinner and laundry on Friday nights is going to be a regular thing for now. She is coming again in two days but this time I will not bother to get sad for being left out. Not that I want to sit around with her. Maybe I will take the kids somewhere just to hang out since Tristan does not like her, or we can just all lay on my bed together again and find a movie to watch and read some books. Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07989551319700467182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2494660476513699122.post-81053685137310798022013-02-02T10:23:00.001-08:002013-02-02T10:23:44.958-08:002.2.13Yesterday day ended up being a bad day and I'm still really depressed today.<br />
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I had some errands to do and by the end of it I was really tired and dragging. Tim sent me a message right before I got back home because he thought I was only going out for some milk and didn't know why I wasn't home four hours later. So then I felt rushed. And every time I come home from the grocery I can barely get through the door because I have a dog jumping on me and two kids excitedly screaming that I'm home and wondering what goodies I might have gotten for them. That instantly hits my furious button. Tim only gets up to help bring stuff in the house when I get mad like that, as if helping me will keep him out of trouble. I don't want him helping me bring in the bags, I want him to pay attention to the kids while I'm gone. As soon as I get everything put away, I have to go through the house and see what disasters have been left for me to clean up. <br />
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So then I'm rushing around the house straightening up because his mom is coming over to do her laundry and give me frozen food to cook. Though I have no place to be complaining about free food right now. So I hide out in the kitchen keeping myself busy preparing dinner and playing with my phone. Thank god there we have a kitchen door and I can block her out just a tad more. Tim drops everything to spend time with his mom and sits down talking with her. Though he sees that dinner is ready, he doesn't bother to stop conversing with his mom to join me after I have fixed my plate and am waiting on them. I quietly get through dinner, wash a few dishes, and run away upstairs with the kids. Part of me is glad that Tristan does not like her either though I do wish he would learn some respect. <br />
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The kids and I just hang out on the bed watching Samurai Jack on my computer. Tim bothers to check on us once and I just ignore him. I go downstairs to get something while his mom is upstairs checking her laundry and Tim asks me what's wrong. As if we can talk about it while his mom is here. He mentions me sitting down and joining the conversation. As if he would even acknowledge my presence or even talk to me. I would not be joining them, I would just be sitting there, bored and ignored. He spends the whole night talking with his mom. About work and all kinds of things that if I myself asked about he would just shrug it off. It absolutely kills me that he will spend hours talking to everyone else about everything, but not to me. The kids and I are not interesting nor worth spending any amount of time with. <br />
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Most of the time I am able to keep myself busy enough to forget how lonely I really am. Everyone once in a while it creeps up and bites me, and like any wound it takes a few days to heal before you can forget that it ever happened. I have no companion. No adult affection or attention outside of the internet. I have no one to talk to about it because there is no cure. Except a good friend of ours from Misawa. I tell him that Tim is better off without us. He is a loner and will never be happy with life. If I wasn't so completely dependent on being supported by him, I would probably do him the favor of leaving. So that he isn't always bothered by us and so that I am not constantly trying my hardest to ignore him and pretend that I'm fine. Our friend say that he would miss us too much. I don't believe that for a second. He might miss us some, yes, but not enough. We are only still together because I gave up a long time ago.<br />
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First I was too depressed to continue painting, and now I can't even finish reading my book. I just want to be alone and miserable. Maybe even take a nap and let the demons of my sleep paralysis come for me. Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07989551319700467182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2494660476513699122.post-90974732154357884632013-01-31T10:38:00.001-08:002013-01-31T13:20:47.368-08:001.31.13Yesterday was very productive. I started the day by pulling out everything we have stored in the kids closet in search of more stuff to donate to Goodwill, and more importantly, finding my two packets of very important records and documents. Of course my precious folders were in the very last box in the whole house that I've looked in and I am so glad to have finally found them. In the last couple of days I have been able to empty out about seven boxes of trash and stuff to either donate or condense down into other boxes. We still have a lot of crap, mostly old papers and stuff from Japan that I'm not ready to part with quite yet, but it is definitely progress. Now all I need to do it find some sort of organizer for all of it so it's not just sitting in storage. I absolutely cannot wait to get a new book case for all of my books! Hopefully when we buy a house I will have my own special room or at least better space than what I have here. <br />
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Collie never felt bad again after her episode the other morning so I am glad that whatever it was did not stay with her. Tristan had a temperature yesterday and even took a nap late in the evening but he is back to normal again today. <br />
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Axl still has loose stool, which is mostly mucous. A thought occurred to me that maybe the problem is not our yard, but perhaps the dewormer that he received in December just did not kill all the worms in his body. He could have easily picked up worms from our travels to Troy or even the one time that we took him to the dog park in October. I do not remember how long it takes for an intestinal parasite infection to reveal itself as diarrhea and will have to ask the vet about it tomorrow when I get another Drontal pill. It does sometimes take two doses to clear out the infestation and I did not even think of that either. <br />
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I currently have two names that I need to paint letters for, which I stopped working on when I became depressed over our dire financial situation. Payday is tomorrow finally so I've been feeling better while looking forward to that but my creative motivational is still dead. I have plenty of time to finish them as I am doing them free for family members *edit: and they aren't due until May/June* and hopefully I can bring myself to get back to work soon. I have finished three other orders since moving here. Slow but steady, just the way I like it.<br />
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I really need to stop waiting until this late in the day to eat something!Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07989551319700467182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2494660476513699122.post-86315254224390276852013-01-29T12:47:00.002-08:002013-01-29T12:47:50.941-08:00Another Dark HoleBeing so completely poor right now makes me think of my parents. Every time we go through a hard financial time I always think of them. I hate that they have always lived this way. I hate that I didn't fully understand it when I was younger. <br />
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Recently a thought crossed my mind that I should not let Tristan know just how bad it is sometimes. But then I realized that I shouldn't just let him think that everything is always fine and that people never have to worry about money. <br />
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When I was in the ninth grade and didn't give a shit about my alcoholic mom and my solitary dad, I stole some money from my dad. My boyfriend had asked me for some money and I didn't question it. I reached into my dads coat pocket to see if I could find any money. I pulled out a wad of about eight hundred dollars. Not for a second did it occur to me to think about why my dad had that much or what it was for. I think I took half of it. My parents never said a word to me about it. <br />
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Every once in a while I think about this and it makes me sick to my stomach. Sick that I was naive and dated someone like that. Sick that I not only stole money from my parents but that I took so much of it. Sick that I got away with it. Sick that I now understand how poor my parents were and to this day I have not paid them back for it. <br />
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I just want to get out of this hole so I can breathe again. <br />
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Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07989551319700467182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2494660476513699122.post-35546393160671241982013-01-29T09:02:00.001-08:002013-01-29T09:02:27.219-08:00Two sickiesCollie came into my room this morning crying that she was sick. She was hot, her lips were lightly blue, and she was having a hard time standing up. I asked her if she had thrown up or if she felt like she was going to, and she said no. But I heard her stomach gurgling and contracting and rushed her to the toilet. She tried to make herself throw up but could not get anything to come out, just a tiny but of spit on her lips. We went downstairs and I put her on the couch and she asked for water. She has been fine ever since, but seems to have a temperature coming and going today so far. I hope that she stays on the well side and does not get worse again, and that the rest of us don't get it.<br />
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Axl is sick as well. He woke me up twice throughout the night with an urgency to go outside. He has the runs again and is straining just like he was a few weeks ago right before we went to PA for christmas. I had taken him to the vet for a dewormer, although they did not find any evidence of worms since he could not provide a solid enough sample to test. I gave him the dewormer and he cleared right up. For this to be happening again, if worms are truly the culprit, means that they are in the yard. I don't think that there is any way to rid the yard of parasites, so I just need to start making sure that I clean up after Axl immediately after he goes out there, and start walking him more. The yard looks like hell since it is winter and Axl has torn it up a bit from running around. His urine does not help either. I need to spread out a lot of grass seeds or something to make it nice again when spring comes.<br />
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Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07989551319700467182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2494660476513699122.post-36961611302031090122013-01-28T15:46:00.000-08:002013-01-28T15:46:36.577-08:002013Wow, six months have gone by since my last entry and so much has happened!<br />
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Back in August the kids and I moved to Lexington Kentucky, following Tim three weeks after he came here to start a new job with Lockheed Martin. I was absolutely dreading having to live in the same state as Tim's mother, but I am a hell of a lot closer to my family and friends in Ohio. Everything was going great and we even bought a new car. But I knew that buying a new car would mean that something big and bad was going to happen, and I knew exactly what that was going to be. Then it happened. Tim lost his job. <br />
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In a scramble to keep the money flowing, Tim signed up to go to Afghanistan for one year. He managed to stay long enough for Tristan's fifth birthday, and we took him to the airport the very next day. <br />
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Two days later, I got a dog! I had given up my obsessive searching for the perfect dog, saying that I am trying too hard...the dog that I am meant to have will find ME. Right away a new friend sent me a link to a dog at a rescue right here in town. I looked at him for a few days and thought about it. Tim had approved since he was gone, and I fell in love with him as soon as I met him. His trial stay at our house went perfect and he has been part of the family ever since. He is young and has a lot to learn but he is very smart and want so much to please. So now I have three kids instead of two :D<br />
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Halloween and Thanksgiving were spent with my parents in Troy. Tim's mom caused me all sorts of problems and finally I told her off. She hasn't taken to it so I still just ignore her as much as I can. For Christmas we drove to PA and it was so nice to be out there again. By this time Tim had quit his job out there and had signed up with Lockheed Martin directly, as apposed to his temporary hire before. We got to Skype with him while opening presents on xmas morning. He had tried to come home secretly to surprise me, but that didn't work out at all and only created a bigger mess. Due to a snow storm I was stuck in PA for an extra day and then spent my 11th anniversary driving home to Troy, where we stopped for a break and everyone had wedding cake. It was just as amazingly delicious as it had been a year ago! The rest of the drive down to Lexington turned into a nightmare as I ended up in a white out and had to proceed extremely slowly, tired as hell, and scared that we might night make it that night. But I just kept trying, made it home late, and picked up Axl from boarding the next day. <br />
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A week later, I was hoping that Tim was back in the states as I had not heard from him in a few days. It was getting late in the evening on the day that I should have heard something and I had given up for the day. Then Axl started growling at the door a lot, and when I turned around there was Tim sticking his face in the window! Alex and Jess had picked him up the night before in Indiana and brought him down to our house. I almost feel like he wasn't even gone for as long as he was.<br />
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In other news, as I need to wrap this up....my sister is pregnant and is having a boy!!! It is so weird. I never thought that she would ever have any children. She probably didnt either, but she had a fertility scare and decided to start trying. It took her a few months, and now she is due in May. I love buying her baby stuff :D <br />
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Well, the kids are still naked from their bath, Tim will be home soon, and I need to start preparing dinner. More later!Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07989551319700467182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2494660476513699122.post-66599047067511627662012-05-16T10:17:00.000-07:002012-05-16T10:17:21.670-07:00OYSOkinawa Yard Sales. For some reason having a real yard or garage sale is not allowed for the military members that are stationed in Okinawa, Japan. Instead someone created a website for selling that stuff that people don't want anymore. While I don't understand why you can't set up a few tables in your own yard to sell your stuff, I think that sharing your items online for everyone scattered all over the island is a great idea. It even works for people like me, who want to sell things that you made yourself.<br />
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I only posted on OYS a couple of times but I received quite a few orders very quickly. My shop on Etsy hasn't been much of interest since I finally took the plunge to open it on the first day of this year. I haven't painted anything in a couple of months and I'm ready to work on something. I knew that I could still post on OYS even though I don't live there anymore. I've been thinking about it for a few weeks now but I've been afraid to for fear of any negative feedback from people who like to throw around their two cents whenever they don't like something. But why should I care? <br />
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I don't. So last night I reactivated my old account and put up a listing for my work. I woke up this morning to a reply sitting in my inbox, and another one hiding in my spam folder! I am already overwhelmed haha. I don't like having more than one order at a time because each one takes a couple of weeks to complete. I wrote back to both of them so hopefully they will follow through!Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07989551319700467182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2494660476513699122.post-82385893284715633162012-05-12T10:00:00.000-07:002012-05-12T16:42:21.806-07:00HauntingIt takes everything I have to forget that you exist when I am awake. Yet you still find me when I am most vulnerable, raping my mind while I sleep and I am helpless to stop you. Bound and gagged. You pretend to be my friend, let me get close to you. I wake up and you are gone. I am tortured and bruised. I hate you. Please just stay out of my head.Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07989551319700467182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2494660476513699122.post-2030305180495677062012-05-11T10:36:00.000-07:002012-05-11T12:03:08.339-07:00TroyOur hometown. All we want is to get there and start life over. We've been stumbling around in limbo for a year now and we are supposed to keep doing it for another two years. Tim is at least working towards our goal. But me...I'm just taking up space. Cleaning, cooking, constantly yelling at the kids so someone else won't. I need a paying job. I need an associate's degree. I'm wasting time and slowly throwing my dream away, sitting in the shadows and watching everyone around me being real people. <br />
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Tim finished his spring semester last week and will no longer pursue engineering. He started a welding class a few weeks ago and is excelling, naturally. Yet he is advancing at a rate that his teacher thinks is too fast and that he should slow down. I understand that his teacher is surprised and not used to it, but I see no reason to try holding him back. He will still be just as well at a slower pace so just let him go and do what he's good at. <br />
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This same teacher will be gone for two weeks to teach a class elsewhere. That elsewhere just happens to be in Troy, Ohio. Our hometown. Where we are supposed to be right now. The connection is what has me thinking about all this. All of this thinking and wanting is very heavy. And tiring. I just want to lay down and sleep until it's over and done with. <br />
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He will be teaching at Hobart, the leading company in the field that Tim is aiming for. So they have classes. Classes that Tim could start taking. If only we were ready to stand on our own feet. I just want to throw down the crutches and run. If only it were that easy. One step at a time. Every inch gets you closer. I'm staring at the path, deciding where to put my foot next.Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07989551319700467182noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2494660476513699122.post-62773687497040029472012-04-14T16:25:00.003-07:002012-04-14T19:56:31.675-07:00Sad Bad DayI started my day VERY depressed. Then I sprinkled a little irritability on top for some extra flavor. SIGH.<br /><br />Tim and Will are gone. Wil.Liam came to visit us all this week and Tim took him back to Ohio yesterday morning. I hate it when Tim is gone and it is even worse this time because I didn't want Will to leave either. We hung out a lot and I hope that he comes back again in the summer. I wanted to eat more than I did and craft today but just couldn't get my heavy heart up off the floor. So of course that just made the kids being their usual selves even more annoying. I've just wanted to do nothing but sit alone in my room and stare at this screen all day long. Dinner time just made things worse. I'm always still hungry after dinner, but that's better than eating everything on the table. <br /><br />I didn't get another vet job that I interviewed for. I really thought that I had this one for sure! They said maybe in the summer. Yeah okay. So I feel like shit for not being able to find a job. And my Etsy shop has failed so far. Someday I will be good enough, right???Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07989551319700467182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2494660476513699122.post-46344507691328131202012-04-01T11:20:00.004-07:002012-04-02T08:00:46.076-07:00MarchIt started with me finally taking Niko back to the vet about his nose, since he was overdue for his rabies shot anyways. The doctor thinks that Niko may have herpes in his nose and prescribed some tasty tuna flavored lysine gravy in a tube for the next few weeks to see what happens. If it helps then Niko will be taking it for the rest of his life. If it doesn't help then we can proceed with a biopsy. I'm not happy with paying $450 for such a simple surgery, but I have to remember that I don't have an employee discount like I did down in GA. The lysine definitely seems to help with all of his sneezes, snorts, and watering eyes and I think he actually likes taking it, but his breathing is still louder than a normal cat. It would be better also if I remembered to medicate him as often as directed. If we ever decide to see what a biopsy has to say, then hopefully I will be employed at a vet clinic that I have a working interview with tomorrow night!<br /><br />Next came my birthday. THE birthday. The best decade of my life is now behind me. I'm thirty. I don't like it, but I sure as hell don't feel like I'm thirty. I still feel like I'm twenty, and every stranger that comments on my age says that they would've guessed me to be eighteen or twenty. So it's nice to know that I look an entire decade younger than I am and I look forward to that being the case for a very long time! We didn't do anything special. I hung out at home and cooked dinner as usual. Although I did get a handmade set of jewelry from MumMum...cute little blue stars...love it.<br /><br />Then came Tim's birthday. It was a Saturday so we did go out on a date, dressed all in green for the holiday. I made an appointment to finally get my tattoo and then we went to eat sushi and watch John Carter. When we got home I made some green beer and Mum and I gave Tim a mint chocolate Klondike bar with a candle in it. Next year I plan to make green zebra brownies. <br /><br />Now the appointment for my tattoo was fast approaching, and because of a conflict in schedules, I was trying to get it sooner than later. I finally got in touch with the shop right before Tim and I were about to just drive out there and walk in, hoping that evening was still available. They said they could do it so we went on as planned. Tim did NOT want to go and didn't get why I wanted him above anyone else to be there with me. This tattoo was a big deal to me, and laying on a table with my shirt pulled all the way up while a strange man stabs ink into my body for an hour wasn't something that I wanted to do all by myself. Of course it hurt a lot, but Wild Bill said that I handled it much better than a lot of dudes that get tattoos. So we had a really good experience and we both plan on going back to him for more work! <br /><br />Lastly, the best part of all, I had an interview with an awesome veterinary hospital last week! I knew as soon as I talked to the manager on the phone to schedule my interview that this was going to go well. Then meeting with her was even better! She was so welcoming and friendly as soon as I walked in the door that I felt like I was already hired. We just chatted for a bit before we went back to an exam room to discuss the job. Instead of hounding me with a bunch of questions, she explained how things work there and what I would be doing. Then she gave me a tour and introduced me to the doctor, who also excitedly showed me their new digital xray machine. They talked amongst themselves in front of me about someone like I wasn't a stranger that just walked in the door. They have cats and a dog roaming the place freely, and photos of wild animals decorating the walls instead of cats and dogs like every other animal clinic...another huge plus! The hours of my shift would be perfect for Tim and I. They are a 24 hour hospital and tonight I have a working interview for four hours. I'm too excited and confident about this to be nervous! I'm already in love with this place and I hope they keep me! I could not possibly be more happy about the last vet I interviewed for not working out. That experience was the complete opposite of this one. Now, which pair of scrubs do I want to wear tonight??Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07989551319700467182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2494660476513699122.post-75822009600165150702012-02-11T06:02:00.000-08:002012-02-11T08:16:51.047-08:00Winter ReviewWow it's been another long while since I've written. I always think about it but never get to it :( Ugh, I really want to try to update every weekend!<br /><br />So here's a recap of my winter: <br /><br />Tristan is FOUR now and very proud of it. He still likes to tell people that's he's four. I ordered his birthday cake this time and insisted on buttercream icing, NOT whipped. Apparently the lady didn't care what I wanted and thought that I should have what she and everyone else loves and gave me whipped icing anyways. I was so mad. I will never order from them again that's for sure.<br /><br />I spent my Thanksgiving break away from my family here and went to Troy to wrap up my most important wedding plans. The Hayner decided to seriously screw me out of the Solarium I had picked out, AFTER I had made the trip just to do so. So I ended up with the Study and it worked out much better. A few people showed up that I didn't think would actually come, Kelle canceled at the last possible minute, and MumMum and Colely pulled off everything. I seriously could not have done this without them!! I do wish it could've lasted longer though. <br /><br />There were SO many presents on xmas morning! The best part was Collie's reaction to the huge stuffed dog that she got! I'm pretty sure that moment can never be topped and she still loves her Goggie :D Her days and nights aren't complete without it. I think we need another one!<br /><br />I dyed my hair dark again on New Year's Eve. It's lightened up quite a bit now and I'm thinking about adding black tips. Maybe pink. New Year's Day I FINALLY opened a shop on Etsy! I've gotten a lot of views so far but only a few favorites. <br /><br />Tim has started his second full semester of school. We are both looking for jobs because his unemployment runs out this month. I hope that Tim finds something before I do because I really need to be the one to stay home and continue doing everything that I do here. I do most of the cooking and cleaning, and all of the parenting. None of that will be taken care of if I'm working outside of the house. Plus I'm trying to maintain an art business. It's been very steady so far but I have no orders after my current one. Though it will be nice to take a break for a couple weeks and just work on my own personal projects. Then I will be able to get a few new things in the shop :3<br /><br />As grateful that I am for having this place to stay while Tim goes to school, getting our own place just can't come soon enough. Tristan is constantly being put down, and most of the time I am expected to find it funny. I don't. At all. Nobody cares?? I FUCKING CARE. I made this little person with all of his personality. And in the rare instances when I broke down and spanked him, running up next to me and repeatedly telling me I'm doing an "excellent" job while it's happening is in absolutely NO way appropriate. That's disturbing. I'm not proud of it, it's not a good thing, and it's definitely none of anyone's business but mine. Keep your hate and impatience to YOURSELF.<br /><br />So overall, winter this season has been amazingly mild with very little snow, and I am really looking forward to spring! I have already seen baby Daffodils at the grocery store and I get excited and want to buy all of them. I can only resist for so long :DMeghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07989551319700467182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2494660476513699122.post-52598314548539449942011-09-27T07:08:00.000-07:002011-09-27T07:50:58.120-07:00Shopping and PaintingSaturday Tim and I got a chance to go out for a bit! First we went to a Japanese restaurant called Masaru to eat some sushi. It was really good and I definitely want to go back there. The plating was so pretty that I need to take pictures next time! After eating we went to Target and Toys R Us to get all of Tristan's birthday presents and most of his xmas presents too. There are a few more things that I want him to get so I may go back out for those or let MumMum get them if she wants since she was asking about it. I know what I want to get for Collie and Tim and then I should be set for xmas presents since I have no clue what to get anybody else :(<br /><br />I've been feeling better about Karla since my last post, but I am still very sad. The rescue group keeps posting about her every other day since she is the one dog that has been with them the longest. I don't understand that though...how can no one be interested in her?! She is so cute and beautiful. I just hope that she finds a good home soon.<br /><br />I've been painting a lot lately! I have quite a few of my own projects that I want to get done so I can open my Etsy shop but they keep getting pushed back for my friend's mom who keeps ordering stuff from me. That's great, but she doesn't give me much to go on and she sent back that last set for me to completely redo because she didn't like the colors AFTER she said they looked awesome. She just ordered more stuff for me to work on, and yet again, has not given me much to start with. Colorful bugs. Nothing in particular. Just lots of colorful bugs. UGH!!!! You HAVE to give me more than that! Especially if you didn't like my colors last time! If she doesn't like how they turn out when I'm done with them, then I am just going to have to put my foot down and tell her how it is...nicely and professionally of course. She wants wooden letters this time and those are harder to do than the simple canvases. I will show her each letter as I'm working on it to get her approval, but if she decides that she doesn't like the final product after I've sent it to her, then I just have to tell her that I am not repainting it this time. Don't give me freedom over a project and then complain that it's not what you wanted. I hate to be that way but it might come to that. But I hope not! <br /><br />Yesterday I finally created a business page on Facebook for my paintings after a friend talked me into it. I only have four Likes so far and I honestly don't think that anyone is really going to care about it. I will give it a little time but I will probably end up taking it down. There's no point in having it up if it doesn't serve it's purpose. I guess we will see...Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07989551319700467182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2494660476513699122.post-10744934285532244292011-09-22T07:27:00.000-07:002011-09-22T08:20:51.293-07:00Avail-a-bullies<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBoOXsEIaLbCIUbAVOoyzea1ukxXb6REvhJnJv5_DRV7RD16sRlNVTnLOHMmwBX1xaA4I12L8tN-bDrUChE_D2lMkKGya5cjUPm-y77qwsRtYBtgebnVQbut2gavBhk_8SPxrAYcp85sRd/s1600/Karla.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBoOXsEIaLbCIUbAVOoyzea1ukxXb6REvhJnJv5_DRV7RD16sRlNVTnLOHMmwBX1xaA4I12L8tN-bDrUChE_D2lMkKGya5cjUPm-y77qwsRtYBtgebnVQbut2gavBhk_8SPxrAYcp85sRd/s320/Karla.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655190901442477266" /></a><br /><br />This is Karla. She is a gorgeous pitbull at a local rescue organization. <br /><br />Ever since we lost Blaze over moving to Japan (HUGE regret) we have wanted to get another dog. Recently a friend of mine started watching a rescue group on Facebook and they just happen to be in my area. I got excited and started following them and another local group as well. I looked through dozens of photos of available pitbulls and read all of their stories, but none of them sparked my interest. Then the other day this picture and bio was posted. Immediately I felt "she's the one...that's my dog." I was hopeful that we might be able to foster and and then my family would warm up to the idea of letting me keep her. But the house we are living in right now isn't ours, and there are other animal residents to consider. The house is pretty full already with six humans and four cats. I talked to Tim about it a little bit but told him that I just couldn't ask his parents about it. I didn't really want him to ask either. I already knew the answer. <br /><br />I have been really upset over this and I don't know why. Depressed and crying. This is ridiculous. I have been living with the fact for the last three years that we won't be able to get another dog for a long time, and understood when we got back to the states that it would still be a few more years before we could even think about it. Why is this one dog, this photo of a dog that I have never met, getting to me so bad?! And I realized that I am hurt over the thought of someone else adopting her. I just want to slap myself and snap out of it! I am completely overreacting and I feel stupid.<br /><br />Well the local rescues are getting together at the end of October to hold an Awareness Day for pitbulls and I want to go. They need volunteers, which I love doing with animals, so I will go to help out or just meet all the dogs and support them. I will see if my friend here, Jen, wants to go with me too. It will be fun!Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07989551319700467182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2494660476513699122.post-17093068526294646932011-08-21T20:27:00.000-07:002011-08-21T20:50:15.195-07:00EtsyI can't believe that summer is almost over! I'm sad about it but it means that great things are coming! Tim starting school, Tristan's birthday, FALL, and our wedding!
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<br />So not much new has been going on, but I have been painting more and working towards getting my Etsy shop set up! I've been wanting to do this for about a year now. I am so nervous about it but I won't know how it will turn out until I just jump in and try! Here are my two current works in progress:
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<br />I wish I had more time every day to work instead of just late at night when I'm too tired to do anything. Hopefully I will get these done soon. I have so many things that I want to paint right now!Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07989551319700467182noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2494660476513699122.post-73819394301171477572011-06-19T18:56:00.001-07:002011-08-21T20:52:12.244-07:00Father's DayAnother important day today. For most people. Here it was just another day for the most part. Spent some time by the pool finally and got just tad too much sun. Unfortunately the water is way too cold to swim in and enjoy, but it's still nice to have around and they should be getting a heater put in pretty soon.
<br />I came inside for a minute to get a drink with Tristan and didn't have my glasses on and Collie was not quite sure about me at all! She definitely clung to daddy this time which was really cute. She knew it was me by my voice but just couldn't get past me looking just a bit different I guess. She wouldn't let me hold her and she cried. So we went back out to the pool for a little while longer.
<br />Tim and his dad went out to dinner at Olive Garden. I was a little sad about it because I wanted to cook one of Tim's favorite dinners for him, pork chops with chive sauce, since we never get to eat meat anymore. Was going to make some green beer for him too because he didn't get any on his birthday. I also thought that it would have been nice for them to take Tristan too but of course that didn't happen either.
<br />He said that he will take Tristan to McDonald's tomorrow...Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07989551319700467182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2494660476513699122.post-81463086142127935782011-06-19T09:26:00.000-07:002011-06-19T18:54:14.517-07:00Birthday Bean!Yesterday was Collie's first birthday! It was a pretty normal day. Tristan did some pretty bad things throughout the day, like eat almost a whole box of granola bars and get into the cake that I made for Collie. He made a big hole in the middle of it but luckily I was able to fix it so you couldn't tell. Nicole and Jason came over for most of the day. Everyone just hung around not doing much. I made avacado burgers, which I forgot AGAIN to take a nice picture of. After dinner we all went to the living room for presents!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0zDS6Zruw7OUWuf1ADdZZ3Wz_x-0CKOiGSG-gjyoZf9NcaeRu8aowM_E8a_dl52pZlTxcE1Bt_SSEvqAXLe_BbKZNr9H8VPg6VrvQrZyLW6337IidJgBjth2wDXli2mHfGjqRPwp3XcxP/s1600/2767.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0zDS6Zruw7OUWuf1ADdZZ3Wz_x-0CKOiGSG-gjyoZf9NcaeRu8aowM_E8a_dl52pZlTxcE1Bt_SSEvqAXLe_BbKZNr9H8VPg6VrvQrZyLW6337IidJgBjth2wDXli2mHfGjqRPwp3XcxP/s320/2767.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619970919756305090" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzX0pB6M39aDjFFngXExfkCexBAR6y3556mPZ2AY432ezbZVMYUuSFs50h-gV7LeBKKeu3B0LDUliAp3Y9ji66X1azmK1B-uhY5x9idtSDgtPeetMfCQsVtl_gdWOOyKEHwcGXQFBl3gQs/s1600/2772.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzX0pB6M39aDjFFngXExfkCexBAR6y3556mPZ2AY432ezbZVMYUuSFs50h-gV7LeBKKeu3B0LDUliAp3Y9ji66X1azmK1B-uhY5x9idtSDgtPeetMfCQsVtl_gdWOOyKEHwcGXQFBl3gQs/s320/2772.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619971321331698834" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5CQ917CQoBn-kPxmKTNjdIQ-UPw6QV91wu-lHmKrFdSGW1w5zOB10qYUJyzK88cRNyTiA7nfp9dh5bjvKjYfTfh9dc2CZxeFnm1N7s4eqnOkvWLN9QFNbBM4Z33f9uDv6IpOPXJG34yoI/s1600/2783.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5CQ917CQoBn-kPxmKTNjdIQ-UPw6QV91wu-lHmKrFdSGW1w5zOB10qYUJyzK88cRNyTiA7nfp9dh5bjvKjYfTfh9dc2CZxeFnm1N7s4eqnOkvWLN9QFNbBM4Z33f9uDv6IpOPXJG34yoI/s320/2783.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619972032419431282" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Rz8n3j27D7U20ZqFzJ1ynpmNg1NZI_o8F37RV7cQZCghH7WWkVmMhE9C2IFi1_NhmR9CY4S-Q0Id3yKWBqHw-WtbG3dShVw17Z4gyNXE1jSpDLXFSUTNpNMXO8chVV4CqL-1zkeG1Qrc/s1600/2787.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Rz8n3j27D7U20ZqFzJ1ynpmNg1NZI_o8F37RV7cQZCghH7WWkVmMhE9C2IFi1_NhmR9CY4S-Q0Id3yKWBqHw-WtbG3dShVw17Z4gyNXE1jSpDLXFSUTNpNMXO8chVV4CqL-1zkeG1Qrc/s320/2787.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620111031962929058" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDtRivZFC6CoLDgDa8GdLS-HqyteyKtdv_mffEvUzZj1Cr73VS1wUnHw8Pm6tmg2iqsCL4ooEYWiPnvkoJzTPePY6OFLsCdKDvpfaAQ-HlLz1AzJuHgDqQGPQV7rHEZbguyFqe4xPf1wiV/s1600/2800.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDtRivZFC6CoLDgDa8GdLS-HqyteyKtdv_mffEvUzZj1Cr73VS1wUnHw8Pm6tmg2iqsCL4ooEYWiPnvkoJzTPePY6OFLsCdKDvpfaAQ-HlLz1AzJuHgDqQGPQV7rHEZbguyFqe4xPf1wiV/s320/2800.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620111289047717138" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhypCNn3MDku2LLSntbl_bFNUtPTKqfkfClaSSpvrSW37tEezD5Nlm_IAazOgjXY_IZcuPqnB5fTUrMcTV_EWHfac898ZYKtdZqaNSubezdaFnaCJnnG20Yh9Zx4UQ0Uq-DV8-FfUbPqRkc/s1600/2775.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhypCNn3MDku2LLSntbl_bFNUtPTKqfkfClaSSpvrSW37tEezD5Nlm_IAazOgjXY_IZcuPqnB5fTUrMcTV_EWHfac898ZYKtdZqaNSubezdaFnaCJnnG20Yh9Zx4UQ0Uq-DV8-FfUbPqRkc/s320/2775.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620111650871901042" /></a><br /><br />She loved the sea horse and the smart wheels the most. Then of course after the presents it was time for CAKE!! We had been talking about how excited we were for this moment for months. She absolutely loves to eat so we knew that she would dig right into the cake like Tristan never did.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS_2FDIuZmhjWf9mVYg1w2ceSyefgRsjuaTi3Ypf_EJ5Sj46FIXO56nHrOPX_nwkRBoZYUPLtJMbiF16x0TfxQCCYkX9yGx-QZvrm2sbQK0FB5kcDkShoGBIzubpFVE9lL9sjD0unFgxpW/s1600/2819.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS_2FDIuZmhjWf9mVYg1w2ceSyefgRsjuaTi3Ypf_EJ5Sj46FIXO56nHrOPX_nwkRBoZYUPLtJMbiF16x0TfxQCCYkX9yGx-QZvrm2sbQK0FB5kcDkShoGBIzubpFVE9lL9sjD0unFgxpW/s320/2819.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620112639105135586" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR2slCgZ7oZOl5mYkhJghvXJe-Vil3zEnFu_pY3fY-hwFQdIuLa1fBUhEuRw2bBD8Htkxbi89jH6llayPaYraf282d91eRZvR_GIqrMqLQks4YZ4EBccWaE6vVXLNgKfCODOQHAVZHw4wE/s1600/2825.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR2slCgZ7oZOl5mYkhJghvXJe-Vil3zEnFu_pY3fY-hwFQdIuLa1fBUhEuRw2bBD8Htkxbi89jH6llayPaYraf282d91eRZvR_GIqrMqLQks4YZ4EBccWaE6vVXLNgKfCODOQHAVZHw4wE/s320/2825.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620112897567415474" /></a><br /><br />And she did! Of course then it was bath and bed time for her. She went to sleep with her new glowing sea horse lullabying her to sleep <3Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07989551319700467182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2494660476513699122.post-41783290368042134032011-05-17T19:26:00.000-07:002011-05-17T20:01:24.407-07:00Red Headed WoodpeckersThere is a small pine tree right on the front side of the house between the two offices. A couple of Red Headed Woodpeckers frequent this particular tree and it is lined up and down with small holes. It is really neat to watch them work away on the tree, as they seem to not even notice.<br /><br />Yesterday I saw that one had perched on the window sill and was taking a nap with his head tucked under his wing.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixejymM58JGX4MswsdDR6XoEVUpBm24fEfcAm1l1Dii0JNM5hDeNV1GMMrbrkM4t_msk3AvQxeG9Vd_PfGf0pfPwqwS9ZOpzdRU-Wbh6T4MH3Wi6VVNAC4nJezhRePDJ-Qz1OJnNyS4097/s1600/2483.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixejymM58JGX4MswsdDR6XoEVUpBm24fEfcAm1l1Dii0JNM5hDeNV1GMMrbrkM4t_msk3AvQxeG9Vd_PfGf0pfPwqwS9ZOpzdRU-Wbh6T4MH3Wi6VVNAC4nJezhRePDJ-Qz1OJnNyS4097/s320/2483.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607879140528994002" border="0" /></a><br />Then he moved over to the other office window and I decided to try taking his picture from outside.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI-ufVF0x21y2evpI-WmnTUXr13z6_yg8qdAnTTWoiNLMceALtiY78pr-ap7Qyi-5Gstg2mcGhMB60uqiyJmzXqDCsohVZ-7dXBCMCi2Cq5cNGDO6qgz740kNeLB_dqkJQU4WHHsqkbK7O/s1600/2484.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI-ufVF0x21y2evpI-WmnTUXr13z6_yg8qdAnTTWoiNLMceALtiY78pr-ap7Qyi-5Gstg2mcGhMB60uqiyJmzXqDCsohVZ-7dXBCMCi2Cq5cNGDO6qgz740kNeLB_dqkJQU4WHHsqkbK7O/s320/2484.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607883137976802370" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I don't know if he was sick, old, deaf, or just REALLY sleeping, but he did not even twitch while Tristan and I stood only about a yard away taking pictures. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyasFQJyU5JPQhyy4LCWbaJtLcTFunGa_npcJsH5zHMBi2yKdU-u04W-zX8nz-btk4FH_gplxUFkOQXwW6jznPZj8yBaT_rU24ScV_8OjbmLwRX6b6uFLHXMZmxnjgM4JS4QjtBi5-mTl_/s1600/2486.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyasFQJyU5JPQhyy4LCWbaJtLcTFunGa_npcJsH5zHMBi2yKdU-u04W-zX8nz-btk4FH_gplxUFkOQXwW6jznPZj8yBaT_rU24ScV_8OjbmLwRX6b6uFLHXMZmxnjgM4JS4QjtBi5-mTl_/s320/2486.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607883789150317138" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Tristan was even yelling at him and pounding on the wood. I think I could have walked right up to him and grabbed him. But seeing as how sensitive birds are to shock, I probably would have killed it x___x<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7_EE-H8HmlDVmxhkmqmeX1Hm_7Eml4y5V2Ib6c9Utbv9QmJIG7jtuJ8ejRwwlcTPym6cAZvuFo-Ss7aS1oHHZRg0fH7PVK_S9asJ01MwXMe5SSAh4hvqU5zRFpEYMXQI4UmQgA_T4Yieu/s1600/2489.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7_EE-H8HmlDVmxhkmqmeX1Hm_7Eml4y5V2Ib6c9Utbv9QmJIG7jtuJ8ejRwwlcTPym6cAZvuFo-Ss7aS1oHHZRg0fH7PVK_S9asJ01MwXMe5SSAh4hvqU5zRFpEYMXQI4UmQgA_T4Yieu/s320/2489.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607884291493215266" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I am absolutely loving all of the fauna and flora here. A few species that you rarely get to see back home in Ohio. But I am still waiting on this bear to show itself!Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07989551319700467182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2494660476513699122.post-57024594809430968362011-05-17T09:26:00.000-07:002011-05-17T10:05:17.837-07:00Blog Book<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAJ1mS3Bq9CBJ-seIAbyRW8spVBgQ98uhffW6goMSfiYGquSqQilFpEDfgUNZaxnoKn67yXWDvbcw61NIEYXFkNtGV3f0VVbTFYmu-FSSp3lPMGtCYDPpcrPuGp9peV-mZsPyCGzu0RGTX/s1600/SatomiBook.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAJ1mS3Bq9CBJ-seIAbyRW8spVBgQ98uhffW6goMSfiYGquSqQilFpEDfgUNZaxnoKn67yXWDvbcw61NIEYXFkNtGV3f0VVbTFYmu-FSSp3lPMGtCYDPpcrPuGp9peV-mZsPyCGzu0RGTX/s320/SatomiBook.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607731852964324658" border="0" /></a><br />One of my friends in Japan that went to high school with me, Satomi, just had her blog about life with her little son printed into a book. It looks so cute! Now I wish that I had done that too and currently feel motivated to seriously keep up with my own blog so I can have a cute book. But thinking about it, I usually have nothing worth mentioning when I do finally sit down to write. And I don't have all the nice pictures that most people add to their blogs :(<br /><br />I know that it's never too late to start something, but that's exactly how I feel right now. I realize now that there are years of stuff that's not written down. It feels kind of dumb to just jump in the middle somewhere.<br /><br />I guess that I could scrounge around through whatever I can find and throw something together :( Maybe that can be the prequel haha. But starting right now...hmmm...what to say....<br /><br />Well...<br /><br />Tristan is downstairs watching tv, Little Bear to be exact. Collie is taking her first nap of the day. Tim has also gone back to bed because he had to get up early to take the car into town to be checked out. The sensors have been going out a lot lately and there is no open recall on our individual car so we can't just have them reprogrammed for free :(<br />I had decided this morning to make pancakes for Tristan because we are out of granola bars, his favorite. I have always used Aunt Jemima mix but Tim had bought me Bisquick. It was SO frustrating getting the mix just right since I over measured the powder. I kept burning the pancakes because the batter was so thick and not bubbling so I wasn't flipping them over in time. Then of course Tristan is all over the kitchen talking and bothering me, Collie is circling my ankles, and I haven't had any coffee yet. All first thing in the morning. Ugh!<br />Michelle has been on vacation for a few days in the Dominican Republic and is coming home tonight, so I have been doing some extra cleaning around the house. Cleaning has actually become relaxing to me for some reason.<br />Collie will be waking up very soon and I wish I had taken a shower instead of writing this. I will just have to take a quick one after she wakes up. Then I can get the vacuuming done also. Collie loves the vacuum! Tristan always tells me not to vacuum her up haha :3Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07989551319700467182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2494660476513699122.post-82823469923897470012011-05-11T20:13:00.000-07:002011-05-18T21:06:20.369-07:00Mother's Day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4XnQSozP6JJR8u4VAwt-YrBk6bboSBm3kjAfELgR-7tqCLvJ4Jq4IfEQ3qaz6bSo-0xFpyX5mL8LDDx_0v9OaPJYMNkcfIsD2x1XLsQ7ViMBvVy0oDCRZVgVfZtaDWJg8Gc403Ze3x3W-/s1600/2497.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4XnQSozP6JJR8u4VAwt-YrBk6bboSBm3kjAfELgR-7tqCLvJ4Jq4IfEQ3qaz6bSo-0xFpyX5mL8LDDx_0v9OaPJYMNkcfIsD2x1XLsQ7ViMBvVy0oDCRZVgVfZtaDWJg8Gc403Ze3x3W-/s320/2497.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608272040782767266" /></a><br />Tim got up before I did to help his dad with another gun show over the weekend. So after waiting for Michelle to wake up, I made cinnamon rolls for us. Then, after what had been killing me since that Friday, I gave her the present that I had custom made for her: a hand stamped necklace with Tristan and Colleen's names on it. I have been meaning to get one for myself for a while now, but this gave me an excuse to actually buy one now haha. She seemed to really like it but then went right back to what she was doing on her computer, and keeping to herself around the house for the rest of the day as usual. <br />I was planning on making Pesto for dinner and sent Tim a message asking if he could bring home some bread for garlic toast. He said no because Michelle was making for me this awesome fish dinner that I love. I knew nothing of this so after a while of no Michelle in sight, I tracked her down and asked her about the fish. She confirmed, and I carried on with my lonely day. <br />Later she was getting ready to start dinner, and I went upstairs to call my mom. I heard Tim come home as the kids were really starting to drive me crazy, as is the routine whenever I decided to actually talk on the phone. <br />I had just about had it, when Tim came in to get a change of clothes for his shower. I just about bit his head off when he walked out and left me with a crying baby at my feet who wanted to leave with him. Then he came back in, picked up Collie, told me to fucking calm down, and to get dressed to go out to dinner. Uuuummmmm.....what?<br />So I end my very unsuccessful conversation with my mom and go downstairs to see what's going on. We're all going out? But MumMum is cooking...??<br />Turns out that only Tim and I are going out to dinner....AND there are a dozen roses on the table with a card. Tim and I had had a few rocky words that morning about a problem we were having, so I was truly surprised by this. The card was absolutely perfect...to the point where I wondered if he had actually had it custom made haha. (He had got it that day!) <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdz-65JIQ1ZJzLJZcL9HSio4VH5bZ0M8-ObJKRsZd5z9wJ39CmhJxI5zy7JKmvv9bBtqudje8IDPiQBkE13SYlhfnshZ05m8fbtKzttProYg23e6dj-1o6GvL-cnFPZ9jDSnKtaJU7lhv-/s1600/2498.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdz-65JIQ1ZJzLJZcL9HSio4VH5bZ0M8-ObJKRsZd5z9wJ39CmhJxI5zy7JKmvv9bBtqudje8IDPiQBkE13SYlhfnshZ05m8fbtKzttProYg23e6dj-1o6GvL-cnFPZ9jDSnKtaJU7lhv-/s400/2498.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608273564257151666" /></a><br /><br />Elaborating on our issue, family vs. WoW, was a bit upsetting and almost scary, but we cleared up some unknowns and always come back around by the end of it. He actually thought that I wanted to have kids to replace him and fill the hole left by all the time he plays on the game! Wow...no pun intended haha. I have no idea where he got that crazy idea. I have kids AND a husband so I have a FAMILY. So we just need to get back on track with family time. I definitely don't want him to quit the game and I pride myself on being a wife that is NOT controlling. It's his hobby and he loves it. Just a little toooo much.<br />Oh, and to top it all off, he forgot to call his mom haha! Now she is mad at him about it. The woman who doesn't believe in celebrating birthdays expects recognition on a made up holiday.Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07989551319700467182noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2494660476513699122.post-63595043125494560232011-05-06T12:51:00.000-07:002011-05-06T13:35:42.574-07:00SpringTotally forgot about this blog. I hate that! I wish I could just keep up with it like I want to. But then again, no one reads it. Caught up on a few of the blogs that I follow so I'm motivated to write something, but don't really know what :( It would be nice if I had interesting or funny things to say.<br /><br />Not a whole lot has changed around here. I still hang out with the kids mostly and obsess over the computer every chance I get. Michelle, my mother in law (Tim's stepmom...his real mom is dead to me) works everyday, and Tim and his dad sit in their offices all day and do their own things. I definitely feel the pressure now to cook every night, which is fine I guess since MumMum (Michelle) is the one with a real job and supporting the rest of the household for the most part. And as far as eating goes, I'm happy to say that Tim and I have pretty much become vegetarians. I rarely eat meat anymore and I don't even crave it. I'm not trying to get meat out of my diet for any reason other than the fact that Tim's parents have become vegetarians, and I must feed them. I do miss all of my meaty recipes that I used to cook but it's not bothering me. We will eat them again eventually. We have also pretty much cut fast food out of our diet as well, which I love. But why haven't I lost any weight from any of this??<br /><br />I have also started sewing again finally. Not a lot, but I'm working on it. Although I am not happy with how this first project is turning out. I wish some of my work turned out as cute as they are on paper!<br /><br />It is finally spring here and it's starting to get really beautiful around here! Daffodil season, my absolute favorite, has come and gone...the whole two weeks that it is. Bear season however is just starting. We've already had a black bear get into a lot of our trash and haul it up the steep hill that the house sits at the base of. Cleaning that up was NOT fun. Apparently the bears here, and Black Bears in general, are pretty docile. While I am afraid, I really want to see one!<br /><br />Easter was a couple of weeks ago and it was nice to finally have fun with it with Tristan. He got his first basket and first egg hunt. Then we all, with Nicole and Jason, had a big awesome dinner. Tim's parents even made turkey and ham, which they gave in and ate as well.<br />Mother's Day is on Sunday and I got Michelle and present and I am SO freaking excited to give it to her! I kinda feel bad for not getting my own mother anything, but this particular item would have been put away and forgotten. I thought of a few other things, but anything I would give her would see the same fate...tucked away somewhere and forgotten. Not because it's completely unappreciated, but because my mom's existence consists solely of laying in bed watching tv or sleeping, and drinking. In fact, I am willing to bet that she will be wasted this weekend and I won't even get to talk to her. *sigh*<br /><br />Lastly I believe, would be that Collie bean is walking! Not only is she walking at ten months old, but she started walking about two months ago. She has eight teeth now with a ninth moving around somewhere. <br /><br />I think that brings me up to date on everything. I'm starving and it's time to get started on dinner.Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07989551319700467182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2494660476513699122.post-49352637852140970442011-02-25T13:38:00.000-08:002011-02-25T14:26:05.630-08:00HomeTotally not feeling this update, but I need to get it out of the way....<br /><br />Well here we are, finally back in the United States. We flew in to PA last week on Tuesday the 15th. Tim got his orders and we had six days to leave the island, two of those days were the weekend so Tim really only had four days to out process. It was absolute insanity trying to get everything done in time. But thankfully we managed to still be there when the movers came to pack up all of our stuff! They came the day before we flew out so it was very stressfull. Every airport gave us trouble along the way also and they charged us a ton of money for the cats too. The kids did do better than expected on the planes though.<br />So we've just been hanging out at Tim's dad's house...bored. It's so cold! We're definitely not used to this kind of weather. I can't wait for spring. It will be so pretty to see the other seasons here since the house is way out in the country. Anyways, my computer had died a few weeks ago and Tim ordered me a new one a few days ago. It arrived yesterday so he's been spending all of his time trying to get it set up right. It hasn't been going very well since we wanted to put my old hard drive in it. He's spent a lot of money this week so I'm not too happy about that. He bought a Droid phone yesterday. I need to get a phone but don't know what I want yet. Everything is smart phones now and I just don't care for them at all. Right before we left Oki I managed to talk Tim into doing our taxes and it came in just in time. So I'm SO glad that we have the money now and I don't want Tim blowing through it. He's got one last paycheck coming at the end of the month which is awesome. We just have to make the money last as long as we can.<br />I should be going out this weekend to a craft store because I've been so bored and wondering if I should try making some things to keep busy. I wish that I had brought all of my supplies with me. I hate to buy all new stuff so maybe I'll just get a few simple things. Once I've made a few things I'll put them up on Etsy and see how it goes. I definitely don't want to get overwhelmed if it goes well. There's so many things that I want to make though that I'm not sure where to start. <br />Okay, well now I've completely lost my train of thought, so hopefully I'll update again soon...Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07989551319700467182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2494660476513699122.post-93274748721923182011-01-09T05:12:00.000-08:002011-01-09T05:51:11.737-08:00When One Door Closes, Another OpensTim went back to work on the 5th. He picked up Collie's passport finally...nice of them to email him at work instead of just calling us at home! Then he talked to his first shirt about his discharge paperwork. He didn't have it yet because he didn't want to go pick it up from the legal office while Tim was on leave. But he said that he needed to talk about something else instead that was really important. They have been authorized to offer Tim a job in the shop as a DoD civilian! Apparently some arguing was done with the base commander about how crucial it is to keep Tim around. The commander won't let Tim stay in the AF but is giving him a chance to stay in the shop. So now they have to set up a job position for him to see if it's even possible to keep Tim here. We weren't sure at first if we even wanted to take it because we have finally accepted the harsh reality that we have to start our lives over and we are really ready to go home. But after sleeping on it and talking to some people, we realized that this is happening for a reason and we should go for it. If it works out then we stay and hopefully be more prepared to leave the island when it is time to go again. If it doesn't work out then we just continue on home now as planned. Part of me is sad though because I was really looking forward to getting the kids home to see everybody. But like I said, this is happening for a reason and we should try to stay. Nobody knows any details yet since the job hasn't actually been created yet and I don't think it has been done in his shop before. Hopefully we will find out more sometime this week and it won't end up being a huge hassle for us. And since Tim still has to be discharged from the military either way, he thinks that they will probably serve him when he goes back to work tomorrow. When that happens he has to be escorted to all of his out-processing locations...so he gets it done quickly and doesn't try to kill anyone or himself...like he couldn't just do that outside of work if he really wanted...whatever. <br />So now we just sit and play another waiting game to find out about the possible new job...Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07989551319700467182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2494660476513699122.post-3642115452674423592011-01-01T06:02:00.000-08:002011-01-01T06:42:55.253-08:00Hello 2011Since I just posted yesterday I really don't have much new to write about today. Just felt like posting a little something. <br />I spent my New Year's Eve watching the first disc of the second season of The United States of Tara. I should be watching the second disc right now but Tristan had a late nap and is still up. He should fall asleep pretty soon though. Hopefully by the time I'm done writing this entry he will be passed out and I can go back downstairs. Tim just played his game all last night, and the kids went to bed early. If there were any fireworks being set off outside the base then I missed them. Usually we can see them from the house.<br />Both kids were feeling much better today and I woke up thinking that I was coming down with it. Slightly runny nose and sore throat. It hasn't gotten any worse today so hopefully it will stay back. I actually took a nap today so that was nice. <br />Collie decided to start her new year with a new tooth! I didn't notice it at all yesterday so a lot came through last night. It's her fifth tooth and the fourth one just came in a few days ago on our anniversary. So two new teeth pretty much at the same time would definitely explain her temperature yesterday. Five teeth at six months old is crazy! Tristan was just getting his first tooth at this age, and he was way ahead of the other babies his age. She is so close to sitting up on her own now too. She can do it for a few seconds before falling over. I think that she will take to walking very quickly as well. She can do it if she's holding on to my hands with me walking behind her, just supporting her and not guiding. Tristan started walking on his own at ten months so we'll see what Collie does. She is still trying to keep her knees up under when when slithering around the house on the floor, but as soon as she's able to stand it's gonna be all over. I was really looking forward to all the little baby stuff again but she is just growing too fast! Pretty soon she will be beating up Tristan haha.<br />Tomorrow I have to go to the commissary and hopefully get a couple errands done off base. I need to go to the yen store and schedule an appointment for my tattoo. Monday I'm calling the travel agency on base to get a seat for the Battle of Okinawa tour IF they have any left. If not I am going to be very upset because I have been trying to get on this thing for a couple of months now. I also have to call the hospital for Collie's six month check up and four month shots....yes I have been slacking quite a bit. Tuesday is Tim's last day of leave, although he said he could extend it for two more days since he just got them for this month but we'll see. Then after he goes back to work we will find out the lastest on his discharge. No one has called and he hasn't been served so I'm extremely curious to know what's up. Hopefully we won't get jumped with a ton of last second shit that someone was too lazy to contact us about, like being told that the movers are coming the next day haha. We wouldn't even let them in the house if something like that happened.<br />Well I guess I ended up having a lot more to say than I thought! And Tristan is still awake, whispering to himself. I will have to just leave and see what happens. I'm starving!Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07989551319700467182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2494660476513699122.post-11256962472342243362010-12-31T04:22:00.000-08:002010-12-31T05:14:52.637-08:00Goodbye 2010Well 2010 will be over in just a couple of hours so I thought I'd write one last journal for the year! Not much news lately though. Tim has a few days of leave left so he's gonna try to get back on a day schedule for work next week. He's spent all of his time playing the new expansion to his game at night and sleeping during the day. I got to go out and do a few important things on my list before leaving the island. Still have a lot to do but the weather has been shitty. I hope that I can get everything done in time! Other than that, just hanging out with the kids and getting some painting and sewing done when I feel like it. <br />Christmas was good. We set out milk and cookies for Santa, along with the list of toys that Tristan wanted. He talked about waiting for Santa for days! The next morning he totally forgot about Santa and came downstairs to the couch without even noticing all the presents and bike sitting with the tree! We had to point it out to him and it took a few seconds for it to register haha. Guess he just wasn't awake yet. But I know in the coming years he will be crazy excited and waking us up at like five in the morning.<br />Anniversary was not so good. Nine years. We couldn't find a babysitter, as if that was a surprise, and had to cancel our dinner reservations to a really good restaurant off base. But then we would have had to cancel anyways because Tim got really sick that day. He's still getting over it and now both the kids are sick. Hopefully I won't get sick. I don't have time to be sick. At all. I barely get through some of the days as it is. We still plan on going to this restaurant, the Garlic House or Arin Krin, but we will just have to take the kids with us. When we get back to the states we will actually have friends and family who will love to watch the kids for us, and we can finally have some time for just the two of us.<br />I am actually looking forward to the new year now. I was of course dreading it at first since we are getting out of the military very soon, but the more I think about some things the more I can't wait to go home. I love Japan and I love this little island of Okinawa, but it's been really lonely for me here since Sarah left over a year ago. I sure will miss it though and will feel very sick when we leave. <br />Well...less than two hours left...goodbye 2010.Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07989551319700467182noreply@blogger.com0