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| Rainbow Dash, the cool kids call her RD. |
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| K prays for the strength to make it though her soccer game. |
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Sunday, January 12, 2014
The Search for Rainbow Dash
Miss K loves My Little Ponies she just LOVES them. She takes them around everywhere so they are always getting lost, and left in the car and such. Pinky Pie was once gone for at least 4 months and I thought she must have been thrown out or left at church. Rainbow Dash however is always right by her side and rarely out of her hands long enough to be misplaced. Well one day little Rainbow Dash was gone, I noticed right away because having missing pieces to a toy set drives me bonkos so I searched the whole house trying to find that cute little toy. Eventually I gave up and hopped K wouldn't notice before it turned up.
Later that day she came up to me SO sad and SO dramatic and says, "Mom I can't find Rainbow Dash anywhere she is GONE!" So, I had her look all the places I had previously looked then we turned out the laundry and moved the bed other crazy places kids sometimes stick toys. Finally said I told her I didn't think we would find Rainbow Dash anytime soon but she should turn up eventually. K calmly and firmly said, "Its okay Mom we can just pray and Heavenly Father will help us find her. He helps us do all kinds of things."
At that moment I was a very proud mama but, if there is a spiritual gift of having God tell you where the stuff you lost is I do not have that gift. I am ALWAYS losing things and I always pray to find them and while things usually turn up after a few days and before any crisis happens I haven't been one to get an immediate LIGHTNING this is where your keys are, sort of thing. So I explained that sometimes Heavenly Father did things in his own time and it might be a while before what we want happens but I knew we would find he pony eventually. K told me that was silly and that Heavenly Father would find Rainbow Dash for her today and I thought to my self what a good lesson this was going for my daughter to learn that God doesn't always do things when we want him to. Later that day when we had cleaned her whole bedroom and most of the rest of the house looking for the little toy we took a break to read stories Kailey was on her bed playing and I sat at the foot of her bed to read a story when I put my had down and right there on the ground was Rainbow Dash. I still have no idea where she came from but there she was on the floor of that room that I had searched high and low with all my might. I looked at that little pony and I knew that God had heard the prayer of my sweet girl. One day K will have to learn the hard lesson of God's timing and how things aren't going to just happen when we want them to just because we asked politely but first. God gave K an assurance she can trust him, that he cares about what she cares about. He rewarded that pure faith of a child and reminded me that every time my faith is put to the test because things aren't going my way I also have those experiences to fall back on that have showed me that I am important to God and I can trust Him.
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Sunday, September 15, 2013
Naughty Mr. Cero Baby-Cat
Mr Jones has always had a cat. He is a sucker for those little fur heads. I however, have always been a little weary of cats and not much for animals in general but one morning a friend of mine called me up and said they were looking for someone to take a cat they had gotten from the pound. The cat was too "active" for their other cat and his wife said it had to go that very night or it was going back to the pound. My heart strings were pulled, a little kitty going to the pound? Mr Jones had been super stressed because our baby was only 3 months old at the time and had a cry like a jet engine and he was starting a new semester of Medical School, so I knew he could use something to cheer him up. I ended up telling them to bring the cat by and we would see how it went. Well Mr Jones got that scrawny little orange kitty in his arms and I knew he would never let me send it back to the pound so we had ourselves a new cat fresh off the streets of Miami.
When they dropped off the cat they told me they had been calling him Trouble which should have been a hint of what I was getting myself into, but I was either too thick or to blinded by the ooos and ahhs of my family to get it. Cero (See-Row, as invented by Miss K) started out super mellow, he was the ideal kitty for a whole week. He was super playful and he let the children do whatever to him with only gentle banter back. He would sit on Mr Jones' lap while he studied for hours on end and keep me company in the evening when husband was studying and kids were sleeping. Besides the pooping and the shedding that such animals tend to do, he was alright for a cat.
Then started the scratching. We have the highest quality pleather furniture so every tiny little scratch made a lasting mark. "KITTY, I bought you a scratching post look! Here it is, it's your friend scratch it!" Looks at me, looks at the scratching post, runs back to the couch and scratches it to mock me.
Spray bottle time. . . it worked in the day for a while, now he just looks at you when you spray him and licks up the water. Every night I would hear the skitter scatter of little claws running laps around the house back and forth, back and forth, scratch scratch scratch, pounce CRASH, tic tic tic tic. What is that cat DOING? At this point our little baby boy won't sleep more than 2 hrs in a row so the cat in combination with the baby, is keeping me up ALL night. Every time I walk out to feed the baby in a blind stupor Cero would go all out ninja on me and attack my legs with batting and biting. It didn't hurt but it scared the fart of me every time. (actually, he still does this every time I come out at night over a year later) About a month after that Mr Jones is all, Honey what happened to the couch? Which is now thread bare in all the corners and looks like it has developed a bumpy rash all along the top. My answer was that wee need to get that little brat de-clawd so I hopped on the internet to find out how much I could expect to pay. I proceeded to read about how heartless and evil I was for even considering it and the animal lover people convinced me that I should not chop of the little dudes toes for the sake of my furniture. Next, I buy more scratching posts and toys and scratch this not that sprays, but Cat LOVES couch, it is his best friend. We put blankets up he took them off. Nothing can keep kitty from cooling his under belly with our pleather. We bought soft paws and he bit them right off. We shut doors to keep him out of certain rooms, HE LEARNED HOW TO OPEN THE DOORS, the doors he couldn't open he would meow and scratch at until we opened them. He learned how to open the kitchen cabinets and left cat hair all over my dishes. Considering the wild animal digs in his own potty, that would have been the final straw but cat is just so good with the kids and Mr Jones loves him so much that we couldn't get rid of him because he is part of our family and when it comes down to it I love him too... Kind of.
Now Mr Baby Cat is Staying in CA with the in-laws eating their toilet paper and staring out the window because my mom, who's basement we currently live in was, understandably, not willing to risk Cero liking my Grandma's micro fiber couch as much as our pleather one. So he lives in Mr H's old room where they built him a obstacle course and a belly cooling platform. When it comes down to it I miss the little guy, how could you not love this face just a little?
I wrote this post about a year ago- I'm super good at blogging guys- Cat- as he is usually now called, is back with his beloved Mr Jones and I will be posting more about his shenanigans periodically.
When they dropped off the cat they told me they had been calling him Trouble which should have been a hint of what I was getting myself into, but I was either too thick or to blinded by the ooos and ahhs of my family to get it. Cero (See-Row, as invented by Miss K) started out super mellow, he was the ideal kitty for a whole week. He was super playful and he let the children do whatever to him with only gentle banter back. He would sit on Mr Jones' lap while he studied for hours on end and keep me company in the evening when husband was studying and kids were sleeping. Besides the pooping and the shedding that such animals tend to do, he was alright for a cat.
Then started the scratching. We have the highest quality pleather furniture so every tiny little scratch made a lasting mark. "KITTY, I bought you a scratching post look! Here it is, it's your friend scratch it!" Looks at me, looks at the scratching post, runs back to the couch and scratches it to mock me.
Spray bottle time. . . it worked in the day for a while, now he just looks at you when you spray him and licks up the water. Every night I would hear the skitter scatter of little claws running laps around the house back and forth, back and forth, scratch scratch scratch, pounce CRASH, tic tic tic tic. What is that cat DOING? At this point our little baby boy won't sleep more than 2 hrs in a row so the cat in combination with the baby, is keeping me up ALL night. Every time I walk out to feed the baby in a blind stupor Cero would go all out ninja on me and attack my legs with batting and biting. It didn't hurt but it scared the fart of me every time. (actually, he still does this every time I come out at night over a year later) About a month after that Mr Jones is all, Honey what happened to the couch? Which is now thread bare in all the corners and looks like it has developed a bumpy rash all along the top. My answer was that wee need to get that little brat de-clawd so I hopped on the internet to find out how much I could expect to pay. I proceeded to read about how heartless and evil I was for even considering it and the animal lover people convinced me that I should not chop of the little dudes toes for the sake of my furniture. Next, I buy more scratching posts and toys and scratch this not that sprays, but Cat LOVES couch, it is his best friend. We put blankets up he took them off. Nothing can keep kitty from cooling his under belly with our pleather. We bought soft paws and he bit them right off. We shut doors to keep him out of certain rooms, HE LEARNED HOW TO OPEN THE DOORS, the doors he couldn't open he would meow and scratch at until we opened them. He learned how to open the kitchen cabinets and left cat hair all over my dishes. Considering the wild animal digs in his own potty, that would have been the final straw but cat is just so good with the kids and Mr Jones loves him so much that we couldn't get rid of him because he is part of our family and when it comes down to it I love him too... Kind of.
Now Mr Baby Cat is Staying in CA with the in-laws eating their toilet paper and staring out the window because my mom, who's basement we currently live in was, understandably, not willing to risk Cero liking my Grandma's micro fiber couch as much as our pleather one. So he lives in Mr H's old room where they built him a obstacle course and a belly cooling platform. When it comes down to it I miss the little guy, how could you not love this face just a little?
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Wait, I Thought You Lived in Florida? What Happen?
They call us the boomerang generation, guilty as charged. I think I feel a little more guilty then the average 27 year old who has to come live with their parents because, ya know, I'm married with 2 kids. So here is the whole enchilada. Mr Jones was attending medical school in Florida. He contracted through the Navy to pay for school so I could stay home with our little girl. We dreamed of having it made, fame, fortune, a mini van, all we had to do was go through 4 years of torture (plus 2 more years of 80 hr work weeks and then a deployment ) and life would be grand, GRAND I TELL YOU. So,we packed up and moved from out west across the country in 2010 to make our way into the prestigious world of medicine.
Within a month or two of arriving in FL we found out we were going to be having another child. To put it mildly I am not a very pleasant person when I am pregnant. So. . . . a long story short first semester was somewhat of a doosey, and poor Mr Jones did not do so well in school and it was weird-ing us out because he is brilliant and has never had any trouble testing or focusing before in his life. But alas, first semester ended and there were classes that he would have to retake one by 3 percent the other by 1 percent. GRRRRR summer remediation FINE, but Its all good, because I won't be pregnant next semester so things will be good. . . or not. the next semester left us with more classes to repeat so summer remediation was not an option anymore we/he have to repeat first year. This time things will be better we will have a reduced class load and maybe out newborn will grow out of this velociraptor crying scream thing he does and start sleeping more than 2 hrs in a row and WE CAN DO THIS. . . or not. Even as things calmed down with our baby a little bit Med school still had Mr Jones depressed and unfocused and unable to pass tests he knew the information for. As we came upon the option of doing first year for a third time we decided enough was enough. Mr Jones didn't even like the idea of medicine anymore. We were all miserable and there wasn't any amount of money in the world that was worth putting our family through this madness anymore. So, we sucked up our debt, all six digits of it, and left the expensive land of Florida to come live in a basement free of charge while we used up the rest of our student loans and searched for a job. Mr. Jones is looking for employment options where he can shoot things, taze people, jump out of helicopters or have people yell at him to stay physically fit. If you know of any jobs like that who are looking for people with degrees in Biology please let me know.
You may not believe this from the above, but I actually miss Florida and our Medical School adventure. It was reallygreat for my marriage in the end, Mr Jones and I both avoid confrontation like that kid smelly who doesn't wear deodorant and has no concept of personal space. So we learned to talk to each other really well really quickly when there was so much stress going on. I also made the best of friends in Florida I miss them with all my heart and really wish that we could all be together always. I miss the clowder of feral cats that roam every neighborhood and the threat of alligators at every sign of water (I only ever heard of one dog being eaten while we were there). There are a million crazy things about Florida, most of them used to drive me crazy, but looking back on the whole experience I wouldn't change a single thing, not even the leathery grandpas on the beach wearing thongs; they always make you feel so much better about the way you look in your own bathing suit :)
Mr Jones and Friends made this video the first semester of school. Little did he know.
Within a month or two of arriving in FL we found out we were going to be having another child. To put it mildly I am not a very pleasant person when I am pregnant. So. . . . a long story short first semester was somewhat of a doosey, and poor Mr Jones did not do so well in school and it was weird-ing us out because he is brilliant and has never had any trouble testing or focusing before in his life. But alas, first semester ended and there were classes that he would have to retake one by 3 percent the other by 1 percent. GRRRRR summer remediation FINE, but Its all good, because I won't be pregnant next semester so things will be good. . . or not. the next semester left us with more classes to repeat so summer remediation was not an option anymore we/he have to repeat first year. This time things will be better we will have a reduced class load and maybe out newborn will grow out of this velociraptor crying scream thing he does and start sleeping more than 2 hrs in a row and WE CAN DO THIS. . . or not. Even as things calmed down with our baby a little bit Med school still had Mr Jones depressed and unfocused and unable to pass tests he knew the information for. As we came upon the option of doing first year for a third time we decided enough was enough. Mr Jones didn't even like the idea of medicine anymore. We were all miserable and there wasn't any amount of money in the world that was worth putting our family through this madness anymore. So, we sucked up our debt, all six digits of it, and left the expensive land of Florida to come live in a basement free of charge while we used up the rest of our student loans and searched for a job. Mr. Jones is looking for employment options where he can shoot things, taze people, jump out of helicopters or have people yell at him to stay physically fit. If you know of any jobs like that who are looking for people with degrees in Biology please let me know.
You may not believe this from the above, but I actually miss Florida and our Medical School adventure. It was reallygreat for my marriage in the end, Mr Jones and I both avoid confrontation like that kid smelly who doesn't wear deodorant and has no concept of personal space. So we learned to talk to each other really well really quickly when there was so much stress going on. I also made the best of friends in Florida I miss them with all my heart and really wish that we could all be together always. I miss the clowder of feral cats that roam every neighborhood and the threat of alligators at every sign of water (I only ever heard of one dog being eaten while we were there). There are a million crazy things about Florida, most of them used to drive me crazy, but looking back on the whole experience I wouldn't change a single thing, not even the leathery grandpas on the beach wearing thongs; they always make you feel so much better about the way you look in your own bathing suit :)
Mr Jones and Friends made this video the first semester of school. Little did he know.
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
Oh, Hi There
I feel like the first post is like writing one of those super awkward online
dating profiles so here it goes.
Hi there, Cindy here I am 27 with blue eyes and naturally dirty blonde. I like long afternoons on the beach and would have a play date everyday if I could. . . . I am really quite conservative, with just enough "crazy liberal ideas" to shock my parents and friends every once and a while and remain open minded with controversial topics. I am very religious and highly skeptical. I am optimistically pessimistic and full of little paradoxes of that sort. I'm probably going to home-school my kids. I am practicing for preschool next year to see if we can make it a year undamaged or minimally damaged anyways. I lean to the natural-smatural side of life, but I vaccinate my kids and I think that long term medications will probably destroy your brain. I am a junk food loving TV mom with great ambitions to reform my actions to go along with my healthy mom ideals. However my will is weak and my love for chips is strong, so I try watching documentaries telling me how those chips are going to kill me to trick myself in to eating healthier. So far it is working OK. My family consists of Mr Jones my super funny, smart, attractive husband and my two kids K age three and D age one. They are super cute and sassy and active and the most joyful part of my life. You will probably get to know them quite well.
So, that is about it for me PLEASE LIKE ME, PLEASE FOLLOW MY BLOG. I mean, Its cool, send me a comment if you want to know more : ) xoxo
Hi there, Cindy here I am 27 with blue eyes and naturally dirty blonde. I like long afternoons on the beach and would have a play date everyday if I could. . . . I am really quite conservative, with just enough "crazy liberal ideas" to shock my parents and friends every once and a while and remain open minded with controversial topics. I am very religious and highly skeptical. I am optimistically pessimistic and full of little paradoxes of that sort. I'm probably going to home-school my kids. I am practicing for preschool next year to see if we can make it a year undamaged or minimally damaged anyways. I lean to the natural-smatural side of life, but I vaccinate my kids and I think that long term medications will probably destroy your brain. I am a junk food loving TV mom with great ambitions to reform my actions to go along with my healthy mom ideals. However my will is weak and my love for chips is strong, so I try watching documentaries telling me how those chips are going to kill me to trick myself in to eating healthier. So far it is working OK. My family consists of Mr Jones my super funny, smart, attractive husband and my two kids K age three and D age one. They are super cute and sassy and active and the most joyful part of my life. You will probably get to know them quite well.
So, that is about it for me PLEASE LIKE ME, PLEASE FOLLOW MY BLOG. I mean, Its cool, send me a comment if you want to know more : ) xoxo
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