Today is my mom's birthday. I won't tell you how old she is, but she's not very old at all! And she looks damn good still too! This has been a banner year for her! Started dating an amazing man (on Match.com of all places!) and got engaged and married! What a year! So, happy birthday to a wonderful Mom, friend and human-being! I love you! You deserve all the happiness in the world!
Well, my daughter, being only 4, still believes in Santa. So...she wrote a really adorable letter to Santa and has only been talking about a Baby Alive since then. Now, this was a few weeks ago and stupid me didn't realize what type of item this Baby Alive thing was. I had no clue that it was the must have item for Christmas. I had thought about not getting one for her is why I didn't get one weeks ago. I can just imagine the mess, me having to change diapers on the doll all the time (because she can't figure it out yet), etc. All she talked about was this Baby Alive so I finally caved and told Sean that we should, hell she thinks Santa is making one and bringing it with him. But damn...no where, and I mean NO WHERE in San Antonio is there a Baby Alive doll now! I could go to Ebay and buy one for double what I could have gotten it for earlier this month! And if I do cave and buy on on there, I'll have to pay a gazzillion dollars just to get it here by Christmas.
I suck as a mother...I'm so screwed! Kenna will open presents on Monday and wonder why Santa didn't bring her her Baby Alive that she asked for...I feel like crap!
* Update! Guess what I found?! You got it! I got a Baby Alive today...it was the last one there and it was hidden under so much shit I'm surprised I found it. Kenna was with me so I had to cover her eyes and hide it under my stuff from Walmart, then at the check-out I covered her eyes again but there was an awesome woman behind me and I had an awesome cashier who scanned it and put it in three bags then under the buggie with MORE bags covering it! I almost cried when I saw it! Whooo hooooo!
We were sitting on our front porch last night waiting for the night-time Christmas parade they have here (it's like 4 cars, don't get too excited!). Kenna was waiting not so patiently for Santa to come by on the fire dept. truck when she spots a bug...a BUG! She hates bugs and tells me we have to go quickly before it "bits" us. Meanwhile the teeeeeny bug, which I can hardly see, is about 3 feet from us! I doubt we're in danger of getting bit. So, I tell her to go squish it, she's a big girl. She runs over to it all read to "squeesh" the bug when she replys "momma I just can't, it's a holy moly"!
LMAO! I guess "holy moly's" are OK with her.
Well, two finals are done, one more to go, and it's the one I dread the most! Microeconomics has never been a strong subject, hell I HATED it's predecessor Macroecon just as bad. It's an on-line class and maybe I shouldn't have taken it that way, but oh well...semester is done, almost!
I've registered for next semester. I'm stupid...I really must be! Either that or I'm on crack, and I'm too fat to be on crack, so must be stupid! 18 hours...18 crazy, long-ass, extremely hard hours! Here's the plan...ready for it:
Business Finance
Principles of Operations and Production Management
Organizational Theory and Human Behavior
Intermediate Accounting I
Cost Managerial Accounting
Business Law for Accountants
Yeah, can you tell I'm an Accounting major?!
On the "business" side of things, thanks to my loyal Vox readers, our store www.WhatsScrappening.com has had plenty of hits...well, not plenty, but a good amount...now we just need you people to buy stuff! I mean, it is a business. So, to help you decide to buy stuff, use this code, which is DyNoMite; you'll get 18% off that way. Why 18%...why not!? We're not your typical store! We also have some really pretty Gift Certificates that you can order, we can send those via email or snail mail in time for Christmas! Sorry but discount codes don't work for gift certs! Or we have wish lists that YOU can fill out and give to your gifter so they know exactly what you want...cool huh?! So, please, run on over to www.WhatsScrappening.com and see what we have for you! :)
On another note...my friend here had her baby! :) I think, if I remember right (I've had finals people!) she had her little girl on Monday. I don't know too many specifics other than mommy and baby are doing WONDERFUL...even after 36-ish hours of labor and no epidural! That poor woman! And my other friend here doesn't have a net connection yet...her modem got fried last month and hasn't gotten it fixed yet...she's been busy THAT poor woman had 2 of her 3 kids' tonsils out! THE SAME DAY! (I call her stupid!...ok I don't, but boy I thought it...) So, that's about it!
P.S...buy stuff at the store already! LOL
You know, I'm normally not the nervous type. I get antsy, a little on edge, but not really nervous, until now. Our store (What's Scrappening!) is going live sometime tomorrow. My sister has put a lot of money into this and I have put some (not nearly what she has, but enough I think) and what if it doesn't work? We've always wanted to start a scrapbook store together, but the geography of it just doesn't work. So, we decided to do an online store. You hear of so much failure of the dot coms and the huge dot com bust wasn't that long ago, so why will we be different?
I think we'll be different because we love it. We're scrapbookers first and foremost, before business women and entrepreneurs, we were scrapbookers. There are days I love my cropping supplies more than my husband (oh now we all have those days right?!). I worked in customer service for years and technically that's 75% of my job with the store. I think our customer service ways will knock our customers' socks off. But is it enough? We're not looking to make a million dollars, although that would kick ass! We're looking to have fun and maybe other scrapbookers will have fun too.
So, my plea to all of you out in cyberspace; if you are a scrapbooker, know of a scrapbooker or want to start scrapbooking, please visit us at What's Scrappening!! It's your fun and funky online scrapbook store! Ooooh and guess what, since you read it here, you can always use the code "Vox" and get 10% off your order...all the time!
P.S. Not 2 hours after I typed this, we're live!
Geeze, I suck as a blogger! I'm sorry. I've been so busy the past few weeks and I'm afraid it won't get better 'till after finals now. So, just a warning, I doubt I'll blog again until after the 12th of December! LOL...
First off we had our adoption orientation in Fort Worth, awesome experience and we're still filling out the application and getting the important paperwork in. Then came lots of driving for me and Sean. Thanksgiving was interesting, meeting soon to be new family is always fun. Then the day after my mom got married to a wonderful guy! Then driving back home. I have projects, homework, quizzes, tests and finals crammed into my weeks until finals are over in mid-December. Anyway, I haven't forgotten you and I do check in.
I'll post when I can!
Never the words a parent wants to hear really. First you worry “where IS the gum”, second comes “oh, shit is it somewhere I can get it out easily without permanent damage”, then finally comes “why the hell did you put gum… (there)”. So was our afternoon…I heard that little sentence coming from my daughter as I sat on the computer. Yes, I feel guilty for doing homework and adding more items to our online scrapbook store (www.WhatsScrappening.com), but this post isn’t about what I was doing…
Back to Kenna…she’s holding her hair (a wad of it actually) and looks scared shitless of what I will do or say to her when I realize she’s speaking of the gum stuck in her beautiful locks. I yell something like “you put gum WHERE?!” and she runs from me realizing that she was scared for a good reason. After I calm both of us down and tell her that “no it’s not cool to put the sticky mass in her”, “yes it may hurt when I try to get some of it out” and “no you cannot ever have gum again”, I assess the damage. Behind her cute little pierced left ear is the wintergreen goodness that is stuck in her newly washed mane. I grab a piece of ice (I’ve heard this is what good parents do, maybe I’ll try that) while Kenna is still crying and sobbing saying that she “just wanted to put the gum there”. Ice…strike one. Hmmm…Google, Google is good, what do the Google Gods tell us to do in this situation? I decide to run back to my computer to find out exactly what those good parents do, so we walk briskly to the ‘puter room with me holding the sticky hair, Kenna sobbing and I sit at the computer. Google tell us to peanut butter it…all I have is crunchy pb, but let’s try it. I slather that in there and rub. Peanut Butter…strike two. Let’s try washing the hair again, whatever Google says we try. Washing again…strike three. Then Google comes up with the ultimate solution…scissors. Scissors…homerun!
Luckily, if my daughter were to choose where she would stick the gum, she chose the right place. She stuck the Dentyne Ice Wintergreen Whitening gum behind her ear and under the rest of her hair…you cannot even tell that I had to slice off many strands of her hair! That’s good too, ‘cause we have NaNa’s wedding coming up next week!
Well, the shirts didn't quite pan out...if everyone who visited the store bought something, then we'd have over $500 to start us with the home study, oh well. So, instead of seeing if you all would buy something you may never wear or use, I've signed us up for a paypal donation account! You can donate any amount and it'll go directly into a savings account we've opened for the adoption process and fees we will incur! I figured a buck or two will go a long way. We also have some garage sales we'd like to do, so we're not just asking for money, we're working for it also. Just know that we thank you very much! I'll post a real blog soon! LOL
* Warning, I’m going to speak about race and discrimination in this post, if you don’t like it, don’t read it!
Ready, set..........GO! The gun went off at 1:15 this afternoon; the race is long, but an important one. We're still very close to the start line, hell really just a few steps from it, but we're closer to breaking the tape than we were at 1:14 this afternoon. The race is the ABC Adoption Marathon, our first entry in this type of event. We’re just warming up really, Tani at the adoption agency was our starter and at the end of the chase will be a beautiful African-American or bi-racial baby. We top our first hill when we join fellow adopters in Fort Worth for an orientation, then on to the three ring binder of an application. There will be, so I’ve heard, hills of paperwork and many ups and downs following said application. But when we cross that finish line we will get the best reward, better than a medal.
The race judge, Tani, called us today to tell us that we’ve qualified for the ABC Marathon. I told the judge that I didn’t care what color baby we were chosen to have. A child is a child, why should we discriminate against them just because they aren’t Caucasian? It is not my place as a parent, hopeful adoptive parent and human being to say “oh, sorry I wanted a white baby.” I guess some people do that, which is why Tani said they need more adoptive parents to join the ABC program, but I cannot imagine doing so. What’s even worse is that because African-American and Bi-racial children are rarely adopted and “less desirable” their adoption fee is much less than the regular agency assisted adoption. Why is that people? Are we still stuck in the frame of mind that being black is bad? I will admit, I’m white…yes, I’m white and I have no clue what it’s like for the black people of today, yesterday and of the past. But is it wrong that we want to adopt a child, is it wrong that we don’t care what race the child is/will be? And just because we will adopt a child that isn’t of our race we get a “discount”? Seriously?! Something is wrong here people. My thinking is that if you want a baby badly enough, you will do anything to finally achieve that dream. You will go through years of treatments, shots, medical procedures and disappointments. You will go through years of loss, happiness and frustration. Why, when you finally decide that enough is enough it’s time to adopt, would you CARE what race the baby is? I told Tani today, I’m not window shopping for curtains to match my living room, we're looking for a child to complete our family!
We’re reaching the first hurdle in what will be many in this pursuit of completion. Let’s hope we clear it and keep runnin’!
I'm not normally a deep thinker, that doesn't mean I'm an airhead moron either. But sometimes deep thinking wears me out, especially after Halloween, candy and me and Kenna being sick...so here's a fun post I blog-lifted from Flighty Gypsy, a fellow Vox'er.
Instructions:
- Grab the nearest book. *
- Open the book to page 123.
- Find the fifth sentence.
- Post the text of the next three sentences on your blog along with these instructions
* 'nearest' means you can't rummage around for a 'cool' or 'intellectual' book. Really, whatever your hand falls on first. Let's hope it's not porn.
My nearest book is "Business Law Today"...what fun huh...
"For example, a statement that disparages the quality of a product may also, by implication, disparage the character of the person who would sell such a product. Slander of Title - When a publication denies or casts doubt on another's legal ownership of any property, and this results in financial loss to that property's owner, the tort of slander of title may exist. Usually, this is an intentional tort in which someone knowingly publishes an untrue statement about property with the intent of discouraging a third person from dealing with the person slandered."
Good God...that's a lengthy three sentences! Enjoy...and let me know if you add this to your blog, I want to read what is posted! :)
