Miricles realy can happen.

Truly. Even in my little neck of the woods. They can occur. Like jewels falling from heaven- strike that. That would actually be quite painful. How about like a perfect smore - truly a rare confection but when it graces your taste buds with it's presence you discover a new meaning of joy. (sorry for the food reference. I think I'm hungry!)

It happened. At last. After only 15 months in progress, Buddy went a full 24 hours without a single accident!!!!!!!! And joy of joys, one of his successful ventures was internally inspired! Usually his successful days are me telling him got go try about 3 times a day. Last night while I was cooking dinner, I suddenly realized he was singing "Go Potty. I go a potty. go potty" as he was heading in the bathroom to do his business.

All. On. His. Own.

It was beautiful.

Now, let's not dwell on the fact that he hasn't had a BM in 36 hours and I'm a bit worried about when that happens, but that's for another day (and a diaper I hope!!!!)

It's my blog and I'll whine if I want to

Can we talk for a minute? Oh wait. This is where I get to talk about what ever I want to. So I think I will. Whine that is.

What am I whining about you ask? Not much. Just general injustice.

You see, I'm learning that for weight loss, I do best if I can run. Not having a treadmill, I run outside. And having young children, this means I can only run the days that Hubby is actually home. And being he's a pilot, that amounts to 3 mornings a week. Except lately he's had overtime, so I'm down to 2 days a week when I can run. Not exactly conducive to my goal of 3 miles 4 times a week (seriously, do you know people that run that much? Every one that I've ever known is skinny. I think if you run that much the fat just falls off instead of sticking everywhere!)

ANYWAY. I've also learned that I do best when I can run with a jacket on. There is something about being able to whip that jacket off half way through when I hit my wall that gives me such a huge burst of energy.

For the last week we have had the most GORGEOUS weather. Highs in the mid 70's, lows around 52, no humidity. The. Perfect. Exercise. Weather. My beef with this? Hubby has been working the entire time. Absolutely no chance for me to actually love running again.

Finally this morning I had my chance. And wouldn't you know it - 72 and humid. It's SOOOO much harder to keep going.

And to make things even worse, my running shoes have DIED. I recently learned that you should replace running shoes every 3 months. Hah! I've had my pair for over 3 YEARS now. I tried buying some insoles to help. I obviously got the wrong kind. I couldn't even make it a mile before my foot was in so much pain I had to start walking instead.

And Buddy has woken up 3 mornings in a row at 5:45 with a nightmare. Just early enough that I can't ever get back to sleep. Which really doesn't work with my whole "I have to take my basal temp every single morning" thing, since you're supposed to take it when you're only half awake and before you've moved out of bed.

And yes, I'm well aware of the fact that some people have real problems. But this is my place to say whatever I want. And if you don't like it, just stop reading.

And yes, I really, REALLY think I need a visit from Aunt Flo!!!

What's in a name

I know I've talked about names before. I LOVE my name. I love when names have meaning. My kiddos names have very great meanings - not that we picked a meaning and then the name, but they have names that mean good things. Girly-Lou's means Princess. Buddy's is "God has given". Things that I want my kids to be proud of.

I thought for a long time about what to name my blog. Since I look at my blog as, well, not like a child, but maybe like a pet. You know, something that needs care and attention, and I have way too much fun playing around with. I wanted my blog to have a name that meant something, that showed personality.

But now it will be wrong.

Because I'm moving across the country. The tiny - never-heard-of city of Euless will no longer be my home. Actually, we're moving very close to Happy Mom. And since she's kept her info private, I'm not even going to tell you what state we're moving to. But it's a big move, and it's come on fast.

Crazy fast. Like three weeks ago we didn't even know it was a possibility, and last night we made an offer on a house fast. Whenever I think about how crazy fast this whole process has been, I start freaking out. But I have felt 100% right about each choice we've made.

So, if our offer is accepted, we will be closing on a house in six weeks. In six weeks we will be, like real adults. All grown up with a mortgage and everything. But my blog might need a new name.

So tell me. (please, really! Especially everyone that reads this blog but never actually comments). Do I keep my "Ever heard of Euless" title. I'm not changing the url (which is euless not useless in case you ever noticed. Since lots of people call my blip on the map useless instead). Should I rename the blog to something else that fits? or will the randomness of Euless prevail and still fit with the randomness of the thoughts displayed here?

We'll see.

Shelf reliance give away

There's another shelf reliance give away over at the Family Home Evening Blog. You can click on their button to get there, or click here



(and now I feel so cool 'cause I can make cool links!

He did not just say that

Last week I got back from an awesome trip to seem my sis, Happy Mom. Since she is very close to where my parents are serving a mission for our church, we headed up to see them too.

Now, Grandpa is a very funny man. He likes nothing better than to tease his grand kids. And tease them over very silly simple things. He had a new box of toothpaste. And being Grandpa, he was teasing that it was a snake! He made it jump out of the box, teased, and laughed it up.

So Buddy, enjoying playing with Grandpa, proceeds to pull open his pants, and exclaim "Wook, Gwanpa! I have a snake in my pants!"

WHAT!!?@!#*!%!#!@(!

My son just said what? Grandpa looks over at me and asks "Just what are you teaching this kid?"

I promise, I have never taught my son that he has a snake. Or anything about it. I'm a firm believer that all the labeling my child needs is "private parts". Period. That was 100% his own doing.

Blushing like crazy, I changed my son into his pajamas, told him to please stop talking, and thought that was the end of it.

But no. Then we got back to Happy Mom's house. And her Hubders asked how the visit went. Of course Girly-Lou and Girlie-Whirl started telling how Silly Grandpa had pretended that the toothpaste was a snake. And Buddy opens his pants right back out and tells Hubders that he has a snake in his pants too!

Uggh. Yes, boys give you a whole different set of trials than girls. But at least I know I'm still capable of blushing!

Nightmares

As a child, I suffered from nightmares. Really.Bad.Nightmares. Killer clowns, maniac grandpas with guns, Giant blood sucking worms - you name it, I probably had a nightmare about it. Very bloody, scary, terrifying nightmares. I would say I averaged 4 a week. I remember being told that you can control your dreams since it's your brain coming up with things. But the first step is always knowing you are IN a dream. I never do. We weren't allowed to sleep with our parents, but I needed reassurance after the horrors my mind created. More than one morning my mother would find me sleeping on the floor of their walk in closet (which always had the light left on), using her dirty clothes as a blanket. I felt safe being close to my parents, with the light on, and cuddled with their smells around me.

My dreams are . . . strange. Really really strange. Just ask the sisters I grew up with - almost every morning I would come up stairs and announce "I had the weirdest dream last night". I am very involved in my dreams, and from what I understand, my dreams are just like most pregnancy dreams (I can't compare, since my dreams during pregnancy were just like my regular dreams) They seem more vivid than reality, one part science fiction, one part action adventure, and one part insanity. I never sit still in a dream, but instead (no joking) solve murders in hotels, fly with gargoyles, invent cures for rare diseases, and meet famous people (and all that was just this morning's dream.)

Why do I dream like that? Is my mind bored with the world around me that I have to create such action to entertain me at night? Do I crave adventure? Or is it just so opposite from me that dreaming is the only way I would ever want to experience such things. I do not often have nightmares now (but it's SO much nicer to have my cute hubby hold me as I wake up from one than to just have to hold my pillow tight!), but I live in an alternate reality as I dream. One of these days, I'm going remember to keep a notebook by my bed. I'll record the insane details depicted in my dreams. With a little tweaking, I think I could write the next bestseller.

Because really, I can't make this kind of stuff up. Except, apparently I do . . .just not in the waking world.

What do you dream about?