Let me just say this... I love my family... even my in-laws... no matter how crazy and dysfunctional it may be... That being said, let me go on... I shall start this off with the most important one... without her we would not even be here... My Grandma...
She is probably one of the most amazing, loving, caring people I have ever known. I am thankful and blessed to call her my grandma. She is adorable and strong and without those qualities... I dont think our lives would be the same. She wrote me an email to let me know she read my blog posts... amazing! LOL I didn't know she even knew I had one. I am glad she reads them... I'm sure she will cry at this... because all of the women in my family... we're all a bunch of saps and even cry at commercials. No lie. Anyways...
Although i don't talk to her very often, or as often as I would like... there are things that make me think of her almost daily. Not just because of where I work... I think about her all the time. She's amazing and I think she's left a wonderful impression on the lives of everyone she's ever come in contact with. She has such a loving spirit... I wish often that we lived closer so that she could see my children grow up just as she saw us (her grandkids) grow up. But I know that she loves them even though she is not here. I feel as though I need to make her proud... and I hope in some ways I already have. I worry about her all the time... probably too because we don't talk too much so I don't know what's going on with her. But I wish we were close so I could check in on her or take care of her if she ever needed someone too. I would move her here if ever she needed or wanted too. I love to read the things she writes... she definitely has a gift to put things so uniquely into words, and somehow that has been passed down in our family.
I don't know what I'd do without her. She is a wonderful person and I pray that anyone who meets her or anyone who knows her, feels the same way... you can benefit just being in her presence.
Grandma, I love you and I miss you!
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Frustration....
I have to say, although I am entirely motivated to go back to school... this has got to be the most frustrating thing ever. Honest. Having to call everybody and their brother to try and get information... going to numerous websites and searching them for what seems like forever... and still feeling as confused as before I found it! And then, hardly anyone seems to have the program I am looking for... and the RN program... yeah a year and a half wait list... good god almighty!! And then this other place... its sort of like a private school I guess... if I were to get into there, its a 13 month program, okay that's wonderful! I could be a thousand steps ahead in a year! BUT classes are Monday through Thursday 8-330... OMG!! How the heck would I pull that off?? Working and going to school and having a family at home too?? Yes, it would only be for a year, that is what I have to think about, but at the same time... how can we pull that off??? Although, I know I am getting quite ahead of myself... I haven't even been to the mandatory information session they are having next week... which I have to go to even apply... and then I'll have to take the nursing entrance test or whatever it is, then i have to apply at the school so long as I pass the NET's... but at the same time, I kinda gotta look ahead too right? I can't commit to something that might not work out, right?? I HAVE NO IDEA!! So in other words... I feel like my head is swirling with 18,000 different ideas and scenarios and whatnot... I can hardly shut my brain off to sleep at night... and then with working night shift too, its hard to not stay up really late even on my days off. SO... yeah IDK... Just had to vent about that. LOL
Friday, August 22, 2008
Goals
I have a few goals... I have put them off for a long time, but they're still there. One of which is very important to me; and no matter how long it takes me, I will accomplish it!!!
Becoming a nurse... I have wanted to do this for as long as I can remember. I made the first step when I was 18 and becamse a CNA. I did that for about a year and half in a nursing home. Now, I know its not the most glamorous job, but I always loved it. There is a special place in my heart for the elderly; they mean a lot to me. Anyways, life got in the way, and I stopped working and my certification expired. So, this summer, I decided that I was going to go back and re-take the class so I could become a CNA again!! Not only because I needed to be making money, but because that to me, was not a dead-end job. I could work as a CNA for the rest of my life and still feel accomplished. It is such a humbling job and it forces you to be someone important in ways that you never could have known to be before. As my mom once told me, it takes someone special to do that job. And let me tell you, I never would've thought that that would be me!! There are many man people doing this job just for the paycheck. I work with a lot of them. Caring and compassionate CNA's are sometimes very hard to come by. But I feel as though I am one of the caring ones. It means a lot to me to be doing this again. I suceeded at going back to school, even if it was for only three straight weeks. (Literally three straight weeks. I had class from 9-5 and my clinicals were 12 hour days.) But now, as I am waiting to take my state test to become officially certified by the state, I am working as a nursing assistant in a nursing home, which is not that great, but people are people no matter their lifestyle or budget, and these people still deserve the proper care and respect that I can give them. As soon as I set foot on the floors of this nursing home, something inside me felt alive again. This is so much better than being the cashier at the grocery store, or the stock girl at Wal-Mart or the annoying telemarketer on the phone!!! (And yes, I've been all of those!) This is something that makes me happy. And aside from the decent paycheck, I am making a real difference in someone's life. Yes, it can be gross, and you can get really exhausted, but to me, its worth it. Because I pray that if for some reason I ever have to be in one of those beds, that someone with the same heart that I have will be taking care of me. Someone who truly cares. After I get certified, I want to go and work in a hospital and I really want to work post-partum. My ultimate goal with this is obviously to keep moving up... the next step is to get enrolled into a college and I want to go for my LPN; which for those of you who don't know, that is Licensed Practical Nurse. Its a step above CNA and a step below Registered Nurse. Yes, its more money, which of course is always great. But it gets me another step closer to my ultimate goal. I know it is going to take a lot of time and sleepless nights, but I want to become an RN and work in Labor and Delivery. A lot of people say that they weren't built for that and that it was too hard and stuff like that, but ya know what... I've had three kids, I have a pretty tough stomach, but I also know how much my nurses meant to me. There was one nurse I didn't care for when I initially went in with my oldest, but at shift change, I got the most wonderful nurse. These nurses make such an impact on how your labor and delivery go! I just know that the 3 nurses I've had really made a huge difference in how I felt when i was in labor. And I want to be that for other women. That is my ultimate goal. We need people with hearts in this field... to many people these days are bitter and callused. And I strive to be exactly opposite.
Becoming a nurse... I have wanted to do this for as long as I can remember. I made the first step when I was 18 and becamse a CNA. I did that for about a year and half in a nursing home. Now, I know its not the most glamorous job, but I always loved it. There is a special place in my heart for the elderly; they mean a lot to me. Anyways, life got in the way, and I stopped working and my certification expired. So, this summer, I decided that I was going to go back and re-take the class so I could become a CNA again!! Not only because I needed to be making money, but because that to me, was not a dead-end job. I could work as a CNA for the rest of my life and still feel accomplished. It is such a humbling job and it forces you to be someone important in ways that you never could have known to be before. As my mom once told me, it takes someone special to do that job. And let me tell you, I never would've thought that that would be me!! There are many man people doing this job just for the paycheck. I work with a lot of them. Caring and compassionate CNA's are sometimes very hard to come by. But I feel as though I am one of the caring ones. It means a lot to me to be doing this again. I suceeded at going back to school, even if it was for only three straight weeks. (Literally three straight weeks. I had class from 9-5 and my clinicals were 12 hour days.) But now, as I am waiting to take my state test to become officially certified by the state, I am working as a nursing assistant in a nursing home, which is not that great, but people are people no matter their lifestyle or budget, and these people still deserve the proper care and respect that I can give them. As soon as I set foot on the floors of this nursing home, something inside me felt alive again. This is so much better than being the cashier at the grocery store, or the stock girl at Wal-Mart or the annoying telemarketer on the phone!!! (And yes, I've been all of those!) This is something that makes me happy. And aside from the decent paycheck, I am making a real difference in someone's life. Yes, it can be gross, and you can get really exhausted, but to me, its worth it. Because I pray that if for some reason I ever have to be in one of those beds, that someone with the same heart that I have will be taking care of me. Someone who truly cares. After I get certified, I want to go and work in a hospital and I really want to work post-partum. My ultimate goal with this is obviously to keep moving up... the next step is to get enrolled into a college and I want to go for my LPN; which for those of you who don't know, that is Licensed Practical Nurse. Its a step above CNA and a step below Registered Nurse. Yes, its more money, which of course is always great. But it gets me another step closer to my ultimate goal. I know it is going to take a lot of time and sleepless nights, but I want to become an RN and work in Labor and Delivery. A lot of people say that they weren't built for that and that it was too hard and stuff like that, but ya know what... I've had three kids, I have a pretty tough stomach, but I also know how much my nurses meant to me. There was one nurse I didn't care for when I initially went in with my oldest, but at shift change, I got the most wonderful nurse. These nurses make such an impact on how your labor and delivery go! I just know that the 3 nurses I've had really made a huge difference in how I felt when i was in labor. And I want to be that for other women. That is my ultimate goal. We need people with hearts in this field... to many people these days are bitter and callused. And I strive to be exactly opposite.
My Husband
The day I met him, I had this feeling deep inside that he was something special. We met by chance at the age of 12 at a Christian concert. I was there with my mom and my aunt and he was there with his youth group; which also happened to be my best friend's youth group as well. I ran into my friend on accident... I didn't even know she was going to be there, and low and behold, there was this really cute boy tagging along with her. When he said Hi to me, I'm pretty sure I blushed. The next day I saw my friend and asked her who he was and she said, oh he's just a boy from my youth group. And I was like, well he's really cute!! Needless to say, a couple months later, we ended up attending their church... so I got to see him again! The rest is history! Haha He was a bad boy back then, which of course to a good girl, was half his appeal at the the time. I remember the first gift he gave me when we first started "going out" was a little keychain with a mini leather jacket.I thought it was the greatest thing in the world. I love him right away. Over the next few years, we had our good times and bad, we'd "break up" then get back together again. But from those early days, we always said I love you. Everyone thought it was way too early to say that to a boy or for me to care that much, but it was true, we really truly loved each other. At 16, I had to move to Wisconsin with my parents, and he went to my going away party and came with roses and cards in hand and the promise to never forget me. We were on one of our break ups at the time, but I always had a feeling it wouldn't be a forever kind of thing... that someday we'd be together when the time was right... While I was gone, he was dating someone else and they ended up having a baby... I don't mention this out of spite or bitterness, I mention it because when we got back together in the spring of 2002, there was now this beautiful little baby girl too. I loved her from the first time I held her. It was the start of our lives together...
Now to skip ahead a few years... we got married on a slight whim when we were 19. And of course, we got the whole, you're not gonna make it, its not true love, blah blah blah... but deep down we knew, that through everything we had been through together and apart from each other, that this is what we wanted and that we would make it. We married in his parent's living room, with only his parents, the pastor, his sister and her boyfriend, his daughter, and one of his parent's friends. It was not at all what we had had in mind, but at the time, that's what it came down to. We cried during our vows, I have pictures to prove that he was teary eyed too! It was special in it own way, even though that's not how we would've really planned it to be. Its a long story, but it turned out to be a good day anyways. Afterwards, we went to dinner, then his sister's boyfriend ended up paying for a hotel for us Downtown Chicago and the 4 of us went to a wonderful dinner, had wine, had fun, drove around the city; it was a great time. I'll never forget it. Two months later, I discovered I was pregnant! Whoa! Haha. I was excited as was he, but we were also scared. We were in no position to have a baby, but obviously... we were still so excited to finally be having a baby together! Then on our ten month anniversary, our first son, Anthony was born. Our family had begun...
Now, 6 years later, we are still going strong. We have been on a roller coaster ride, ups and downs, but it has been wonderful. He is such an amazing man. He is so good to me; to us. He is such a dedicated and incredible father. He works hard for us and has our best interests in mind in everything he does. He was my first and only true love. He means to the world to me. He is the positive to my negative. He is the sunshine to my rain. He is everything I can ask for. Yes, he has his faults, but in the whole scheme of things, he is just what he needs to be... and I couldn't ask for more. Our "wedding" song that we had chosen, was perfect for us... it states clearly and concisely how we feel about each other... it is Edwin McCain's I'll Be. For as long as I live those words will be imprinted in my mind. Every book I read, every song I hear, every dream I have, it all makes me think of him. He is the reason I am the way I am. I wouldn't be who I am today if it wasn't for him... the good and the bad. I will love him forever and always. With each year that passes, I love him even more than I did the year before. He amazes me. He is wonderful. He is amazing. He is incredible. He is my best friend. He is my lover. He is my soul mate. He is MY HUSBAND!
My Best Friend
I truly have no idea how I've come to be so blessed to call her my best friend. We have been friends since the 6th grade. Seems like so long ago... we've been through the highs and lows of friendship, but over the last several years, we've come to a new level. I could no better tell you about myself than to talk about her as well. She is one of the most amazing people that I have ever met in my entire life. She is undoubtedly one of my role models as well. I can only strive to be as confident and amazing as she is. She has the biggest heart of anyone in the world. I see those "stickers" on facebook and myspace that say stuff about God made us best friends because our parents couldn't handle us as sisters... its kinda like that. I don't know that there ever has been or ever will be another woman that I am as close to as I am with her. I can tell her anything, I can be going through anything and she will listen to me and encourage me and always seems to have the right thing to say. I honestly don't know what I'd do without her. And although we are many many miles apart, when we do see each other, its as though its only been days since we last saw each other.
We have always been close, but this year, our bond, I believe has become stronger... she became a mother as well. It is so wonderful to see how she has changed and to also see what an amazing mother she is. She is so in love! I love that we can finally share another wonderful aspect on life and that is being a parent. I always knew she'd be a great mom when the time came. I was on my 3rd when she had her 1st. So she has a ways to go to catch up with me, but so far she is doing an incredible job!
I could go on and on about how wonderful she is, and she'd only smile and deny it. But anyone who truly knows her like I do, would agree with me. She is amazing. There have been times when she has been my rock in the swirling waves... the person I can go to when I'm hurting and scared and feeling alone; when I need to smile or laugh, or even just to say, hey I was thinking about you! She's always there... night or day. And I love her for that... I love her for so many things and I will not soon forget what she's done for me. She is truly special and most definitely, IRREPLACEABLE.
We have always been close, but this year, our bond, I believe has become stronger... she became a mother as well. It is so wonderful to see how she has changed and to also see what an amazing mother she is. She is so in love! I love that we can finally share another wonderful aspect on life and that is being a parent. I always knew she'd be a great mom when the time came. I was on my 3rd when she had her 1st. So she has a ways to go to catch up with me, but so far she is doing an incredible job!
I could go on and on about how wonderful she is, and she'd only smile and deny it. But anyone who truly knows her like I do, would agree with me. She is amazing. There have been times when she has been my rock in the swirling waves... the person I can go to when I'm hurting and scared and feeling alone; when I need to smile or laugh, or even just to say, hey I was thinking about you! She's always there... night or day. And I love her for that... I love her for so many things and I will not soon forget what she's done for me. She is truly special and most definitely, IRREPLACEABLE.
My Babies
I have so much to say about this one... my beautiful, wonderful babies... who aren't exactly babies anymore.
I will start with Anthony, he is my angel. I have called him that since the day I found out I was having him. I don't know where I'd be if he hadn't come along. I'd be lost. He has been such an amazing little boy. He is SO easy going, so laid back... but don't piss him off either! He has such a kind and gentle heart; he is so extremely loving, but yet he is all macho boy too. He has been my constant since the day I first saw him. If I am feeling anything other than how I should be, I look at him and KNOW that everything is going to be alright. He is so peaceful. He has been my night-owl and my late sleeper... just like mom and dad. He is funny and charming, and definitely a ladies' man too. He loves to be the center of attention and he loves to make people laugh. He is such an incredible boy and I don't know who or what or where I'd be without him. We didn't come up with a name until we were in the hospital and I was in labor. We just couldn't agree on any... they seemed so silly. I had at one point mentioned Anthony, but swore up and down he would never be called Tony... and this seemed silly to Junior. But alas, the day came and he comes into the L&D room and says ok, here's a couple... Either Anthony Jacob or Anthony James. I chose Jacob... but he didn't like it, so I said fine and we went with Anthony James... And it suited him perfectly. He came out, eventually, and we were shocked!! He has blonde hair!! What the heck is that all about?? But he was beautiful... all 8lbs, 11oz of him... god did he have a big head!! And he still does! But now I just say its because he's smart and tough all at the same time...
Abigail... wow, such a girl... my princess. I have to admit I was sad when I found out I was having a girl... I had hoped I would never have one. So I cried at the ultrasound. I didn't want to have a daughter to grow up like me, I didn't want to have to worry about her like my mom worries about me. But after about a week of accepting the fact that I really was having a girl... I got excited. All that pink and purple... flowers and butterflies... and adorable clothes!! Then, all the names!! How overwhelming to have a to choose a girl's name... there are so many wonderful ones out there. But, alas, I didn't have to worry for too long because one day Junior comes home from work and says, I thought of a name for the baby! I said ok, let's hear it, and he said Abigail/Abbey. I was like, really?!? You like that? And he said, yeah its cute... and personally all I could think of was a milk-maid... I don't know why, that's just what it reminded me of. So the next day I looked it up to see what it means and right then as I was staring at the words on the page, I knew that this was her name. It means a father's joy. So not only was it the name he chose, but it meant something incredible. So from that day on, her name was Abigail... no ands ifs or buts about it. So I got to pick her middle name and I wanted it to be unique and also Hawaiian so she could be proud to be half hawaiian, so I chose Keona. It means God's Precious Gift. She surely has been! She is very loving also... just in a different way. She loves to snuggle and definitely loves to talk if you get her going. She is very shy with people she doesn't know... but if she figures out that she likes you, then she won't leave you alone! She's very fiesty. Don't mess with the princess!! Ever since the day she started crawling, Anthony has been messing with her, so she can definitely hold her own now... watch out boys, she's definitely going to be a match for you!!
And now we have Leland... Yet again, Daddy's choice. I love it though. And again, I picked his middle name, which is Harley... after his daddy's middle name. Leland is what I have called my prince charming. He was an unexpected surprise. I was not thrilled about the idea of having another baby, but obviously knew I would love him no matter what. I prayed and prayed that I wouldn't have another girl...I said, God!! Please spare your wrath and give me another boy!! They are so much easier!!! Alas, He answered my prayers. I was so happy. Now Abbey would be stuck directly in the middle of the two boys and have all the back up she needs. Haha. I was miserable the last half of my pregnancy. I was so terribly uncomfortable and as I had found out with Abbey, pregnancy during the summer in Arizona is not a fun thing. The week before he was due I had had enough... I made Junior take me with him to work and we'd drive through to construction zones, bouncing up and down up and down, in hopes of putting me into labor... surely it worked!! I was having contractions every 5 minutes for like 5 hours and finally we went to the hospital... then they sent me home and said I was only in the beginning stages and gave me some meds to go home and sleep. I was pissed!! It is horrible to go to the hospital thinking you will have a baby and be put out of your misery and then be sent home!! So the next day, we went walking through the mall (they say walking also induces labor), so we walked for 2 hours! Until I could hardly waddle to the table to finally sit. Then we went home and I was bummed out that I was not having horrible contractions and for the most part I felt fine... but Junior made me go to the hospital... I was still timing them... less than 5 minutes apart but I was in pain... I said I can't go to the hospital and be sent home again!! I can't take it! So we went, and surely enough I was in labor and they didn't make me go home. It was a really easy labor. I got my epidural (no questions there, of course I want one!) and not long later, I was having to push... can you believe the nurse made me stop pushing because the doctor wasn't there yet!?!? Do you know how hard it is to hold a baby in!!?!? Anyways, two pushes after the doctor walked in, he was in my arms... and even more blonde than the first boy! But he was beautiful. I call him my prince charming because there is something in his eyes... it says, I love you mom! I don't know what it is about him, he is challenging and can be very moody, but is so laid back and loving that it drives me crazy... I love him so much...
I will start with Anthony, he is my angel. I have called him that since the day I found out I was having him. I don't know where I'd be if he hadn't come along. I'd be lost. He has been such an amazing little boy. He is SO easy going, so laid back... but don't piss him off either! He has such a kind and gentle heart; he is so extremely loving, but yet he is all macho boy too. He has been my constant since the day I first saw him. If I am feeling anything other than how I should be, I look at him and KNOW that everything is going to be alright. He is so peaceful. He has been my night-owl and my late sleeper... just like mom and dad. He is funny and charming, and definitely a ladies' man too. He loves to be the center of attention and he loves to make people laugh. He is such an incredible boy and I don't know who or what or where I'd be without him. We didn't come up with a name until we were in the hospital and I was in labor. We just couldn't agree on any... they seemed so silly. I had at one point mentioned Anthony, but swore up and down he would never be called Tony... and this seemed silly to Junior. But alas, the day came and he comes into the L&D room and says ok, here's a couple... Either Anthony Jacob or Anthony James. I chose Jacob... but he didn't like it, so I said fine and we went with Anthony James... And it suited him perfectly. He came out, eventually, and we were shocked!! He has blonde hair!! What the heck is that all about?? But he was beautiful... all 8lbs, 11oz of him... god did he have a big head!! And he still does! But now I just say its because he's smart and tough all at the same time...
Abigail... wow, such a girl... my princess. I have to admit I was sad when I found out I was having a girl... I had hoped I would never have one. So I cried at the ultrasound. I didn't want to have a daughter to grow up like me, I didn't want to have to worry about her like my mom worries about me. But after about a week of accepting the fact that I really was having a girl... I got excited. All that pink and purple... flowers and butterflies... and adorable clothes!! Then, all the names!! How overwhelming to have a to choose a girl's name... there are so many wonderful ones out there. But, alas, I didn't have to worry for too long because one day Junior comes home from work and says, I thought of a name for the baby! I said ok, let's hear it, and he said Abigail/Abbey. I was like, really?!? You like that? And he said, yeah its cute... and personally all I could think of was a milk-maid... I don't know why, that's just what it reminded me of. So the next day I looked it up to see what it means and right then as I was staring at the words on the page, I knew that this was her name. It means a father's joy. So not only was it the name he chose, but it meant something incredible. So from that day on, her name was Abigail... no ands ifs or buts about it. So I got to pick her middle name and I wanted it to be unique and also Hawaiian so she could be proud to be half hawaiian, so I chose Keona. It means God's Precious Gift. She surely has been! She is very loving also... just in a different way. She loves to snuggle and definitely loves to talk if you get her going. She is very shy with people she doesn't know... but if she figures out that she likes you, then she won't leave you alone! She's very fiesty. Don't mess with the princess!! Ever since the day she started crawling, Anthony has been messing with her, so she can definitely hold her own now... watch out boys, she's definitely going to be a match for you!!
And now we have Leland... Yet again, Daddy's choice. I love it though. And again, I picked his middle name, which is Harley... after his daddy's middle name. Leland is what I have called my prince charming. He was an unexpected surprise. I was not thrilled about the idea of having another baby, but obviously knew I would love him no matter what. I prayed and prayed that I wouldn't have another girl...I said, God!! Please spare your wrath and give me another boy!! They are so much easier!!! Alas, He answered my prayers. I was so happy. Now Abbey would be stuck directly in the middle of the two boys and have all the back up she needs. Haha. I was miserable the last half of my pregnancy. I was so terribly uncomfortable and as I had found out with Abbey, pregnancy during the summer in Arizona is not a fun thing. The week before he was due I had had enough... I made Junior take me with him to work and we'd drive through to construction zones, bouncing up and down up and down, in hopes of putting me into labor... surely it worked!! I was having contractions every 5 minutes for like 5 hours and finally we went to the hospital... then they sent me home and said I was only in the beginning stages and gave me some meds to go home and sleep. I was pissed!! It is horrible to go to the hospital thinking you will have a baby and be put out of your misery and then be sent home!! So the next day, we went walking through the mall (they say walking also induces labor), so we walked for 2 hours! Until I could hardly waddle to the table to finally sit. Then we went home and I was bummed out that I was not having horrible contractions and for the most part I felt fine... but Junior made me go to the hospital... I was still timing them... less than 5 minutes apart but I was in pain... I said I can't go to the hospital and be sent home again!! I can't take it! So we went, and surely enough I was in labor and they didn't make me go home. It was a really easy labor. I got my epidural (no questions there, of course I want one!) and not long later, I was having to push... can you believe the nurse made me stop pushing because the doctor wasn't there yet!?!? Do you know how hard it is to hold a baby in!!?!? Anyways, two pushes after the doctor walked in, he was in my arms... and even more blonde than the first boy! But he was beautiful. I call him my prince charming because there is something in his eyes... it says, I love you mom! I don't know what it is about him, he is challenging and can be very moody, but is so laid back and loving that it drives me crazy... I love him so much...
Me!!
Ok, so this being my first blog, I'm a little nervous... haha Not. I just feel kinda lame since I'm a blogging "virgin". Oh well, let's get this over with...
My name is Aimee. I am 25, married, and have 3 beautiful kids. My oldest son, Anthony, is 5 and just started kindergarten last week. My middle is, Abbey, she is almost 3. She is a stinker, she is beautiful, and everyone loves her. My youngest pain in the ass, I mean, bundle of joy, is Leland and he is 1. He is what the old timers call a "toe-head." I guess that's what they call kids with really blonde hair. But he is quite thelittle guy. He's gotta do everything to keep up with the other two, he has a temper, but is very laid back at the same time... just don't piss him off... gosh he sounds just like me! Haha I have been married for 6 years to the love of my life, and for reader's sake and the most definite inability to pronounce his name, I shall call him by his nickname, Junior. We met when we were 12... on and off over the years, but always in each other's hearts. We said, even at the young age of 12, that someday we'd marry and have kids... whoddathunk. I was an only child until I was 14... so yes, I have a younger sister who is 11. Crazy.
Personality wise... this should be interesting...I'm never good at this part... self-description...
Okay, I am pretty intense, in my eyes at least. I am a lover and not a fighter. I really don't like to fight... at all... I HATE to fight... with anyone or anything. Haha It makes me miserable. I don't feel like a very strong person, but I must be because we've made it through a lot. My "love language" is quality time. I love spending time with people. Forget the gifts, forget telling me how wonderful I am... I want your time!!! And most of the time I get it. I am very loving and caring. That I will admit and I KNOW that. It can definitely be a downfall at times. You care too much and you get hurt... its natural, but its not fun. Sometimes I overthink things... okay, MOST of the time I over think things. I don't know why, I just do. I worry a lot, even over silly things. I am a home-body, but I like to go out too. I'm not wild and crazy, most of the time, so you won't see me dancing on table tops or anything like that, but what you will see me doing is talking, and smiling, and laughing... and most likely blushing...
Ummm, I honestly cant think of anything else at the moment... so I shall end this crazy first blog... see, I told you I was a blogging "virgin"; how awkward was that?!?! Hahaha.
So that's that... the first blog... a very brief self-description....
My name is Aimee. I am 25, married, and have 3 beautiful kids. My oldest son, Anthony, is 5 and just started kindergarten last week. My middle is, Abbey, she is almost 3. She is a stinker, she is beautiful, and everyone loves her. My youngest pain in the ass, I mean, bundle of joy, is Leland and he is 1. He is what the old timers call a "toe-head." I guess that's what they call kids with really blonde hair. But he is quite thelittle guy. He's gotta do everything to keep up with the other two, he has a temper, but is very laid back at the same time... just don't piss him off... gosh he sounds just like me! Haha I have been married for 6 years to the love of my life, and for reader's sake and the most definite inability to pronounce his name, I shall call him by his nickname, Junior. We met when we were 12... on and off over the years, but always in each other's hearts. We said, even at the young age of 12, that someday we'd marry and have kids... whoddathunk. I was an only child until I was 14... so yes, I have a younger sister who is 11. Crazy.
Personality wise... this should be interesting...I'm never good at this part... self-description...
Okay, I am pretty intense, in my eyes at least. I am a lover and not a fighter. I really don't like to fight... at all... I HATE to fight... with anyone or anything. Haha It makes me miserable. I don't feel like a very strong person, but I must be because we've made it through a lot. My "love language" is quality time. I love spending time with people. Forget the gifts, forget telling me how wonderful I am... I want your time!!! And most of the time I get it. I am very loving and caring. That I will admit and I KNOW that. It can definitely be a downfall at times. You care too much and you get hurt... its natural, but its not fun. Sometimes I overthink things... okay, MOST of the time I over think things. I don't know why, I just do. I worry a lot, even over silly things. I am a home-body, but I like to go out too. I'm not wild and crazy, most of the time, so you won't see me dancing on table tops or anything like that, but what you will see me doing is talking, and smiling, and laughing... and most likely blushing...
Ummm, I honestly cant think of anything else at the moment... so I shall end this crazy first blog... see, I told you I was a blogging "virgin"; how awkward was that?!?! Hahaha.
So that's that... the first blog... a very brief self-description....
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