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No NaBloPoMo For You

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Well, it’s official and it sure didn’t last long. 9 days, to be exact. I am officially stopping NaBloPoMo.

Yeah, I know, I sure can’t cut it. But, I do believe there are reasons behind me backing away from it. Although, I do plan on trying to post more often, I refuse to pressure myself to do it everyday.

You see, the main reason is that when I substitute teach I come home EXHAUSTED. I know, you really wouldn’t think that teaching all day would be a tiring job, but it is so mentally straining and can be rather physically straining too. So, the last thing I really want to do when I get home is write a blog post. It would be a lot easier if I was on a constant schedule, but I’m not. I often don’t know when I will work until late, the evening before.

Also, I almost feel like I am wasting good content by just throwing it out there everyday. Plus, I feel like my posts are not the best quality. Especially looking back at my past few, they are just so dramatic. Although I do have to own up to the fact that I am kind of a dramatic person.

But don’t tell Fiance.

My Body Hates Me

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Why is it when you really need to go to sleep, your body is like, “No thank you, body. I’d rather hate my life tomorrow!” Silly body, why do you do these things to me? Why can’t you be more like Fiancé, who can fall asleep at the drop of a hat?

It started off with me getting a phone call at 9:17 p.m. to substitute teach tomorrow for a 6th grade social studies class. Of course I accepted; it’s money!! But, I also thought in my brain, “OMG yuck! I strongly dislike social studies and it is by far my least qualified subject area.”

And then my next thought came out, “How the Hell am I going to fall asleep tonight?” The previous night I had one generous glass of wine and was ready to pass out after that. So, of course, I figured, “O, I’ll just have another glass tonight and be able to pass out.”

WRONG.

Here I am, going to bed at 11:30 p.m., pleased that I am about to pass out and get a lot of sleep. Heck, I will even be able to wake up early and actually do my hair for once.

I lay in bed and checked my phone, 12:00 a.m.

Shit.

I continued to lie in bed and checked my phone again, 12:30 a.m.

Double shit.

At this point I texted the Fiancé and complained that I couldn’t fall asleep. He tells me to try some warm milk, I reply that I had brushed my teeth! He says sleepy time tea, I say no. He then told me to, “just try and close your eyes.”

Ha! That is easier than it seems. I attempted to then “meditate”, AKA simply focus on my breathing. I must have eventually fallen asleep, and I think I even had a conversation with Fiancé when he came in for bed. What I said, I have no clue.

I woke up in total fear. Turns out, I then had a dream that I woke up at 1 p.m. and didn’t show up for my subbing job. Which, if I actually did that, would mean I was fired. Dislike.

I checked my phone and then realized it was 3:30 a.m.

And then I woke up at 4:30 a.m.

My alarm finally awoke me at 5:30 a.m. so that I could go get ready.

And here we are, 10:13 a.m. during one of the planning periods and I am writing this to post later on. So far I am not going to pass out, but give me till about 1:30 p.m., when I will have taught the same thing twice already and about to go for a third go around.

And, $20 says that when I get home tonight I am going to pass the eff out, only wake up to cook dinner and eat, and then not be able to fall asleep again tonight.

Stupid naps. Stupid body.

I Think I Am Dying

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…my poor unborn child.

As I type this I feel like I need to take some advice from Spidi, and that is the only time I will ever say that in my entire life.

I feel like I need to be quarantined, of which I first spelled like corinteaned, after what I have been exposed to.

I know I said that Fiancé is sick , but honestly, it’s getting worse. Today I found out that his sister and father both have bronchitis.

I REFUSE to let him, or myself, be next.

Except, I think it’s too late for him based on his coughing. And, to be honest, I’m surprised death hasn’t already knocked on my door. Maybe it’s that Flu shot that I got last week.

So, I sit here watching The Sing-Off and have half of my sweatshirt covering my nose and mouth. I will not be a victim.

I’m Having a Baby!

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Sometimes I feel like I am the only person out there with my type of blog. It really doesn’t help that almost all of the blogs that I read are mommy blogs, so even if they do share something about their significant other, that I can relate too, I don’t fully fit in with them.

A blog that I read, Divine Secrets of a Domestic Diva is currently #3 on Top Mommy Blogs and I found a category there that I could sort of relate to, marriage. Only here comes that same issue, I am not a mommy!

I talked to gwen about wishing I could be listed on that website and she suggested I tell Fiancé that I want a baby so I can properly advertise my blog. I’m sure he would love that idea.

He would love that idea almost as much as my Catholic priest, of which I am calling this week so that Fiancé and I can get married in 7 months.

I Giggle When He Is Sick

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So the Fiancé is sick, and I feel guilty saying this, but I often smile or giggle when I think about it. Why? O, I’ll tell you why. Fiancé is the type of person that always says, “I never get sick.”

I, unfortunately, am the type of person that gets sick at least once a year, and that’s not including my once a winter sinus infection.

When he gets sick of course I take care of him and will buy him medicine. But, by golly, my brain is constantly saying, “karma’s a bitch.”

How I Will Become a Millionaire

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When I first moved in with Fiancé I found that he likes to leave things just sitting where they are when he is done with them. He also empties the contents of his pockets when he first walks in. Sometimes he will place them on the fireplace mantel, the table right inside of the entryway, or even the floor next to him on the couch. This then causes me to find little presents just sitting around.

One of these items is change. I think you know where I am going with this.

In the beginning I would just yell at him to clean his mess up and pick up the change that was scattered about the living room floor, mantle, entryway, etc. But, eventually I got sick of it. I told him, “If I ever see change sitting out and not put away in your bowl (he has a bowl that he puts his change in) then it is mine.”

I honestly think that he thought I was joking. He should really know better by now.

I knew this plan would only work if I told him how much change I found and deemed it mine, or if I did it in front of him. The first time it happened I told him when he got home from lab.

“I found $1.50 in change today! I put it in my panda bank.”

I think he thought I was joking, again.

So, the next time I waited until he was there. I found about three different dimes on the floor and picked them up while he was sitting in front of me.

“O look, 30 cents! I’m rich!!”

“What?! That’s my money,” he replied.

“Uh, no, it’s not. I told you that if I ever find your change sitting around then it was mine.”

“That’s not fair! It’s MY money.”

“Nope, not anymore. It belongs to my panda bank now. But don’t worry too much, in June it will be /our/ money. I am just keeping it safe for you.”

I then walked into our bedroom and proceeded to drop the change into my awesome panda bank.

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Sadly, he started to actually learn from the lesson I was trying to teach him, and has been leaving less change out in the open. But who knows, maybe he’ll forget again and I’ll be rich!

(Disclaimer: I only take the cents, not the dollar bills. I’d feel guilty if I took the dollar bills).

Liebster Blog Award

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I feel so special and very, very loved by my dear friend, gwen. Today, while reading her blog I found out she was awarded the Liebster Blog Award by a fellow blogger, Emma from Craving Fresh. The blog award is meant for those who have less than 200 followers, and to say, “Hey, this person has a good thing going.”

To steal, I mean quote, from gwen, “‘Liebster’ is a German word meaning dear, sweet, kind, nice, good, beloved, lovely, kindly, pleasant, valued, cute, endearing, and welcome.” And there are a few rules that go with it, when you receive this award.

1. Thank the giver and link back to the blogger who gave it to you.
2. Reveal your top 5 picks and let them know by leaving a comment on their blog.
3. Copy and paste the award on your blog.
4. Have faith that your followers will spread the love to other bloggers.
5. And most of all – have fun!

And while feeling super happy for gwen, I read her blog and found out that she nominated me for one. She is such a lovely friend, and I am so thankful for the award. I love that she is my blogging buddy and you all should really go pelt her blog with loving comments.

And now, for my top 5 picks:

1. From The Mudroom: A mommy blog, because I love mommy blogs, about her family dynamics and the hilarity that always comes from having children. Sometimes her posts are hilarious, heartwarming, her giving advice, or all three wrapped into one. She definitely keeps me coming back for more.

2. Ermilia: A coauthored blog, by Ermisenda and Eliabeth. Their blog is an insightful look into their thoughts, writing, book reviews, and charities. And their blogs about their lives always give me a good chuckle.

And then this is where I ran into a problem. All of the blogs that I read have a lot of readers, more than 200 in fact. So, this is going to be a goal of mine during NaBloPoMo, to find 3 more awesome blogs to network and connect with. So, look forward to the three Liebster Blog Awards to come!