Friday, June 25, 2010
hCG!
today is day 3 of my hCG diet.... like 27 more to go?! we will see how it goes, I just need sort of a quick start to my diet and I hope this works. Losing .5 lbs a week just isn't cutting it when I need to lose more. Fingers crossed. I did a lot of reading and my friends in nursing told me that it really does work well. So hear I go... I try not to weigh myself but once a week but i cheated and looked this morning, if things are right I am down 1lb already
Monday, June 21, 2010
:)
I just got my hot water turned back on after 3 days of having a broken water heater, I am up to my nose in school work, mark is so busy with working full time and school full time that I see him right before bed and right after we wake up,
BUT...
I am so excited to apply to the nursing program and work someday in my dream job.... I just took a wonderful HOT shower, my husband is such a hard worker, and he has passed all his test in RCA so far this round, my love.. my hubby... my boo has just finished round 2 of 3 interviews for SLC fire department!! (fingers crossed) he has an interview test with Murray tomorrow and he is looking into St George too. My beautiful little guy is breathing so sweetly in the next room sleeping through the night just as he has been doing since month 2.5, I get to go on Vacation with my momma and Eldon to GA,SC, and TN(so excited the beach has healing powers!!)
SO...
I may not be where I want to be but I am so blessed in a million different ways that I don't have time to list everything! the lord has a hand in my life, and he knows what I can and can't handle. He knows when he needs to push me and he knows when I need to be carried. Some days It is hard to keep sight of the end of the tunnel, but it will come :)School will end Mark WILL graduate soon, I will be accepted into nursing school, and I will be the best darn nurse you have ever had, and I will either help sick children, or neonatal, or maternity, or maybe even someday a NP or a CNM who knows, all I know is that for now I am happy just being able to be where I am right now.
So many others aren't blessed with the things that my family is, and they may have trials that I may not be able to bear. My trials have helped me to grow and I know without them I wouldn't have all the blessing that I have now. Now I need to just make myself a better person to be able to handle the trials that hold me, and to be able to break through their bonds.
but after a day like today when I get to be with my hubby and go to the pool with him and El and even mowing the lawn together just makes me smile, words don't express how lucky I feel right now.... all I can say is :)
BUT...
I am so excited to apply to the nursing program and work someday in my dream job.... I just took a wonderful HOT shower, my husband is such a hard worker, and he has passed all his test in RCA so far this round, my love.. my hubby... my boo has just finished round 2 of 3 interviews for SLC fire department!! (fingers crossed) he has an interview test with Murray tomorrow and he is looking into St George too. My beautiful little guy is breathing so sweetly in the next room sleeping through the night just as he has been doing since month 2.5, I get to go on Vacation with my momma and Eldon to GA,SC, and TN(so excited the beach has healing powers!!)
SO...
I may not be where I want to be but I am so blessed in a million different ways that I don't have time to list everything! the lord has a hand in my life, and he knows what I can and can't handle. He knows when he needs to push me and he knows when I need to be carried. Some days It is hard to keep sight of the end of the tunnel, but it will come :)School will end Mark WILL graduate soon, I will be accepted into nursing school, and I will be the best darn nurse you have ever had, and I will either help sick children, or neonatal, or maternity, or maybe even someday a NP or a CNM who knows, all I know is that for now I am happy just being able to be where I am right now.
So many others aren't blessed with the things that my family is, and they may have trials that I may not be able to bear. My trials have helped me to grow and I know without them I wouldn't have all the blessing that I have now. Now I need to just make myself a better person to be able to handle the trials that hold me, and to be able to break through their bonds.
but after a day like today when I get to be with my hubby and go to the pool with him and El and even mowing the lawn together just makes me smile, words don't express how lucky I feel right now.... all I can say is :)
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Positive or Negative?
There are always two ways to see things, and for my writing assignment I decided I would dig a little deeper into that. Here are 2 ways to see a normal every day night in the George family home. Or at least this is how I could see things.. usually it is a mixture of the two... What do you think?
View#1
As the fiery red, orange, and yellow sun begins to position itself in the dull, lackluster western sky, my day quickly and fluidly comes to an abrupt close. The crimson sky is equivalent to the temperature and sensation of my exhausted, famished body. I sit on my second-hand, beaten-up tan couch as I look around my ordinary, lackluster rust-colored apartment, dog-tired. To my left the bay window is covered with a mess of crusted, black and white cookie bits leftover from my son when he was eating . Toys are scattered about my polluted living room floor, making it an impossible obstacle course to maneuver through. You could make your way through a landmine more safely than crossing my floor without being injured by a misplaced toy. I stub my toe on a blue stuffed puppy-dog that begins to sing the ABC’s. I hastily turn the irritating stuffed toy off, avoiding disturbing my sleeping baby boy in the next room. It took over an hour to get him from the bathtub to bed, and waking him up now could mean the end of the few infinitesimal minutes I get to myself every night. The off white almost mushroom beige colored carpet that the toys are layered upon hasn’t been vacuumed in more than a week. It seems as if anyone could pick out the dog hairs and filth nestled in the carpet fibers from space. There is dust covering almost every surface in my undersized, over-cramped apartment creating a uniformed blanket of grey. The kitchen is before me, and the cheaply made laminate counters are plastered with a mixture of dirty, soiled dishes and a surplus of leftover rotting food that creates a powerful odor and could knock you down if you are not prepared by holding your breath . The sink is stacked to the rim like a land field of garbage with used bottles and dishes from the day. Trash is overflowing with useless, unwanted junk. My husband made spaghetti noodles for my son right before he left to work, and now my son’s high chair has stained red, dried spaghetti noodles all over it, and covering the floor below the chair. Now I begin to think how long it will be until I am able to contain the mess that is before me. My day began early this morning and now I know it will end extremely late. I should have been cleaning during the day, but there never was any time. Again, I am sitting on my old, previously owned couch; exhausted, fatigued, and beat.
View #2
As the stunning picture perfect summer sun cast a rainbow of fine colors against the western mountains and sky, my day, unfortunately, comes to a close. The intense colors of the heavens in the sky calm me as if they are a magnificent symphony drawing to a close and invoking my every emotion and becoming more beautiful with each passing minute as the music silently drifts to an end. I grudgingly pull myself away from the awe inspiring sunset in the west as I sit on my previously loved, long-standing coffee-colored couch that hugs me just the right way as it clasps to enfold me it its chubby cotton pillow worn perfectly with age. As I look to my left I am reminded of how blissful my jovial eleven-month old son was when I gave him a mouth-watering, appealing Oreo cookie, and he proceeded to paint my window with his tasty flavorsome treat. His toys are covering my floor with enough amusement and joy to have entertained a little one for days , and I am reminded of his angelic laughter as he proceeded to dump every toy he had on the floor, and I couldn’t help but laugh along with him when I saw how pleased and satisfied he was with himself. I begin to walk and I suddenly trip over and set off one of his favorite sing-a-long, cobalt-colored, stuffed puppy-dog toys. I shut it off speedily without delay and I can hear my sweet innocent baby boy breathing in the next room. Before my adorable worn-out son went to bed he played exhaustedly in the tub for over an hour and took another hour to fall asleep, so I quickly tip toe towards the kitchen so I can allow him all of his much needed sleep. The kitchen in front of me is overflowing with dishes, trash, and leftovers, but as I look around my humble hallowed apartment I can’t help but feel the love that is radiating off of all four petite white-washed walls. I think of all the time I spent throughout my day playing, laughing, and engaged with my family instead of cleaning my well deserving home. When I see the dishes stacked high in my kitchen I instead think of my cheerful abode where lots of pleasurable and delightful memories were created. I see my son’s vivid green high chair covered in red spaghetti with the fragrance of garlic in the room and am reminded of how satisfied it made my ecstatic husband to see his infant son being able to feed himself quite flawlessly, as he would describe, for the first time. I remember every moment that he proudly recorded on our new silver family camcorder that we got as a gift for Christmas when we were still anxiously awaiting the arrival of our little boy. I will ruminate joyfully as I spend the rest of my tranquil night cleaning. I again sit on my couch and I see my apartment for the beautiful, lived-in, and perfect place that it is. This is my home.
View#1
As the fiery red, orange, and yellow sun begins to position itself in the dull, lackluster western sky, my day quickly and fluidly comes to an abrupt close. The crimson sky is equivalent to the temperature and sensation of my exhausted, famished body. I sit on my second-hand, beaten-up tan couch as I look around my ordinary, lackluster rust-colored apartment, dog-tired. To my left the bay window is covered with a mess of crusted, black and white cookie bits leftover from my son when he was eating . Toys are scattered about my polluted living room floor, making it an impossible obstacle course to maneuver through. You could make your way through a landmine more safely than crossing my floor without being injured by a misplaced toy. I stub my toe on a blue stuffed puppy-dog that begins to sing the ABC’s. I hastily turn the irritating stuffed toy off, avoiding disturbing my sleeping baby boy in the next room. It took over an hour to get him from the bathtub to bed, and waking him up now could mean the end of the few infinitesimal minutes I get to myself every night. The off white almost mushroom beige colored carpet that the toys are layered upon hasn’t been vacuumed in more than a week. It seems as if anyone could pick out the dog hairs and filth nestled in the carpet fibers from space. There is dust covering almost every surface in my undersized, over-cramped apartment creating a uniformed blanket of grey. The kitchen is before me, and the cheaply made laminate counters are plastered with a mixture of dirty, soiled dishes and a surplus of leftover rotting food that creates a powerful odor and could knock you down if you are not prepared by holding your breath . The sink is stacked to the rim like a land field of garbage with used bottles and dishes from the day. Trash is overflowing with useless, unwanted junk. My husband made spaghetti noodles for my son right before he left to work, and now my son’s high chair has stained red, dried spaghetti noodles all over it, and covering the floor below the chair. Now I begin to think how long it will be until I am able to contain the mess that is before me. My day began early this morning and now I know it will end extremely late. I should have been cleaning during the day, but there never was any time. Again, I am sitting on my old, previously owned couch; exhausted, fatigued, and beat.
View #2
As the stunning picture perfect summer sun cast a rainbow of fine colors against the western mountains and sky, my day, unfortunately, comes to a close. The intense colors of the heavens in the sky calm me as if they are a magnificent symphony drawing to a close and invoking my every emotion and becoming more beautiful with each passing minute as the music silently drifts to an end. I grudgingly pull myself away from the awe inspiring sunset in the west as I sit on my previously loved, long-standing coffee-colored couch that hugs me just the right way as it clasps to enfold me it its chubby cotton pillow worn perfectly with age. As I look to my left I am reminded of how blissful my jovial eleven-month old son was when I gave him a mouth-watering, appealing Oreo cookie, and he proceeded to paint my window with his tasty flavorsome treat. His toys are covering my floor with enough amusement and joy to have entertained a little one for days , and I am reminded of his angelic laughter as he proceeded to dump every toy he had on the floor, and I couldn’t help but laugh along with him when I saw how pleased and satisfied he was with himself. I begin to walk and I suddenly trip over and set off one of his favorite sing-a-long, cobalt-colored, stuffed puppy-dog toys. I shut it off speedily without delay and I can hear my sweet innocent baby boy breathing in the next room. Before my adorable worn-out son went to bed he played exhaustedly in the tub for over an hour and took another hour to fall asleep, so I quickly tip toe towards the kitchen so I can allow him all of his much needed sleep. The kitchen in front of me is overflowing with dishes, trash, and leftovers, but as I look around my humble hallowed apartment I can’t help but feel the love that is radiating off of all four petite white-washed walls. I think of all the time I spent throughout my day playing, laughing, and engaged with my family instead of cleaning my well deserving home. When I see the dishes stacked high in my kitchen I instead think of my cheerful abode where lots of pleasurable and delightful memories were created. I see my son’s vivid green high chair covered in red spaghetti with the fragrance of garlic in the room and am reminded of how satisfied it made my ecstatic husband to see his infant son being able to feed himself quite flawlessly, as he would describe, for the first time. I remember every moment that he proudly recorded on our new silver family camcorder that we got as a gift for Christmas when we were still anxiously awaiting the arrival of our little boy. I will ruminate joyfully as I spend the rest of my tranquil night cleaning. I again sit on my couch and I see my apartment for the beautiful, lived-in, and perfect place that it is. This is my home.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
bad dreams
what a horrible terrible night. I hadthe worst dreamand now I can't sleep. I don't want to go intothe dream, all I have to say Is I am so greatful for my wonderful husband and everything he does for me... especially the little things. I love when he comes home from school and he brings me a diet coke with lots of ice from sonic! he knows andloves me:) and I love my sweet little boy, I am so lucky, not a lot of people are able tobe moms,and they really want tobe, I am so lucky and blessed and thankful that I was able to have a beautiful baby boy who loves me and his daddy... whos new favorite word is mamama!!! I an so lucky!! THANK YOU everyday I am blessed!!
Saturday, June 5, 2010
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