Family Living: Abbott Style

I may possibly be crazy.  Alright, so I am crazy.  On many different levels and in many different ways.  But today, we will just discuss one circumstance. A very wise woman once said that a man doesn't tell you his love, he shows you his love with acts of service.  The sleazy and crummy guys are the first to be all talk and no action.  While my hubby doesn't always have the right words (but often he does) he has the right actions that show me he loves me. With both those things said, here's the story of the day. The reason I am even sharing this story if for a few reasons.  A.) To demonstrate how crazy I am. B.) To brag about how awesome my husband is.  3.)  To either share the epic shavings or an epic failure thanks to Craigslist. As many of you know, Ian and I are relocating.  Long story short, our current furniture doesn't fit as nicely as I would like it to in our next place.  If I took you on a tour of all our belo...

Well I assume I will be all over the place today, but that's not uncommon. First off,  yesterday 6 years ago, was the loss of a coach and family friend that I will forever hold dear to my heart.  I think about JB often, and heaven is lucky to have him.  He did so much for the community and for me personally, and I hope we never forget that.  I appreciate all the time he spent trying to better me as a player and as a person.  You will not be forgotten. http://www.basehorinfo.com/news/2006/jan/05/communities_mourn_loss/?utm_campaign=ljpgtweet&utm_source=ljpgtweet&utm_medium=ljpgtweet Moving on, today has already been much much better than yesterday.  I'll spare you all the details, but Haley was extremely difficult.  I hadn't been that tired, that worn out, and that tired of crying since she was first born.  Today has been much better.  She slept in.  Taking her naps like a champ.  I am so grateful, because I couldn't h...

Twas' the day after Christmas, when all through the house; Not a person was stirring, not even my spouse. The tree is put away in it's box with care, And I've had all the Christmas music that I can bare. Little miss Haley is snug in her bed, Over stimulated from sounds of toys in her head. Ian with the stomach flu, fast a sleep in a nap. And his wifey feeling bad, like a total sap. ...... yup that's all I got.  And that is the last bit of Christmas spirit I have left in me.  The tree is put away ( I wasted no time last night) and the Christmas music is silenced for another 11 months.  I feel pretty terrible for Ian.  He NEVER calls in sick.  Last night, an hour before his shift was over, he came rushing through the door, sick as can be.  In the 6 years we have been together, I have never seen him throw up.  My poor man was throwing up every hour on the hour last night.  Finally he is catching up on sleep, but my heart hurts for him. ...

Yup, one more post. Why?  Because I just found out I am working until 7 tonight!?  Long story, but I am only suppose to work 3 hours on Fridays, just for my sanity.  But today got crazy and now I am here for 9 hours instead.  So much for pizza and a movie.  I am, however, watching old episodes of Boy Meets World online.  I am a sucker for that show. On other news... I just saw Ian's doppelganger.  For real guys.  I am not joking.  They were even wearing, basically, the same outfit.  And they were butt twins.  That's right I looked.  I have a thing for a cute rear on a gentleman.  And they had the SAME rear.  I wanted to take a picture (of his face not his rear), but opted not to be that crazy today. Oh goodness. T -minus 6 hours........I am not use to a full workday away from my kid.  This is going to be tuff stuff.  Hopefully Ian and miss Haley will come early to pick me up and hang out with me (...

Christmas Eve. Eve as the 10 year ol' girl inside me likes to call it. One of my favorite Christmas pieces from Calvin & Hobbes: On window panes, The icy frost Leaves feathered patterns, Crissed and crossed But in our house the Christmas tree is decorated festively With tiny dots of colored light That cozy up this winter night Christmas songs, familiar, slow Play softly on the radio Pops and hisses from the fire whistle with the bells and choir. My tiger is now fast asleep On his back and dreaming deep. When the fire makes him hot. He turns to warm whatever's not. Propped against him on the rug, I give my friend a gentle hug. Tomorrow's what I'm waiting for, But I can wait a little more...... Last night, the Abbott family went to see Christmas in the park.  It was lovely, but would have been way better if Haley was able to enjoy it more.  She was looking around and such, but she can't fully appreciate something like that until she is older...

So, I would really love to take a course this semester.  So I was looking around seeing if any of the colleges offered something I would be interested in.  I already have my Bachelor's Degree but have no real vision in what direction I would want a Master's degree in, so I'm not currently seeking that path.  I just want a little something something.  I am a nerd, and would gladly become a 'hobby student'.  You know 'just for fun'.  We all have things we are good at.  My 'thing' just happens to be being a student.  I love learning.  I love being challenged and educated.  I've been able to stay content with humoring my own curiosities and preforming my own research on various subjects, but I am getting to the point where I need more.  I feel like my intellectual growth is beginning to become stunted. How did I come to this revelation?  I spent a few hours on the IRS website over the past few days because I am...

You know how I love my back stories... A few months ago, Ian and I went on some date night action and came home for some regular ol' married action.  But that was promptly put to a halt when we found that our dog was MIA.  We live on the bottom floor of an apartment complex and have a little fenced in patio ( he can't dig out and he certainly can't jump over the fence.....).  We would leave Winston our there for some fresh air and so he wouldn't have an accident in our apartment when we planned to be out for a few hours.   When we came home, Winston was gone.  I went out searching for him, just knowing he was long gone.  The next morning, still gone.  I even searched for him some more.  Then when I was getting ready for the day, Ian came in to tell me that he was back on our porch again (someone must have put him there).  It was really strange, but we stopped leaving him on the back porch while we are gone because we assumed someo...