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1月31日 Sentimental Purposes Because today, February 1, marks the day 4 years ago, I met my husband, I feel compelled to delight you with the story of how we met...yep, one of those. This is mostly for my own sentimental purposes.
I had just gotten dumped by a younger guy whom I had been dating for a month, so I called up my trusty party friend S and told her we were GOIN to Seville that night to find me a man. (And I am not ashamed to admit I met my husband at a bar.)
We got to the club and went into Phinneas Phogg's, where we got drinks and watched the middle-aged-tie-dye-nerds break dance for a while (always a good laugh). Upstairs, S started chatting up this group of "eh" looking guys while I started scoping out the rest of the place from my bird's eye view on the balcony....nothing...nothing...and then I see "him" walk in, and I do not take my eyes off of him because, to me, he was the hottest guy there. Hands down. I watched him walk up the stairs, all the while chit chatting with just about everyone he passed by (that's my Caleb). I inched over to S and hissed at her to turn around and check him out, but she wasn't paying any attention to me. My idea was to trip him, or something, anything to get him to see me, when all of the sudden S turns around and looks at him and says...
"Caleb Mcclung! OH MY GOD!!!!! AAAHHH!!!!! Oh, Toni, I had the biggest crush on this guy in high school" And she was instantly hugging all over him. I felt like a deflated balloon.
She introduced us but by that point I figured if anyone would be talking to him, she had dibs. So I didn't act all that enthused, but I do remember very clearly him repeating my name, looking me right in the eye, and giving me the warmest smile. (Again, that's my Caleb)
I walked away to talk to the "eh" guys, and he went off to schmooze and do what Caleb does best--drink and flirt. The night went on and I got hammered. I think at about midnight, we were downstairs in the same room. He was playing pool or something and I was probably doing God-knows-what at the bar. I ran into him again and gave him a hug and took his hat. My most favorite dancing song in the world came on, Blaque/808 remix or whatever it's called...and I grabbed his hand and literally ran to the dance floor. We danced for the rest of the night.
I actually managed to sober up. S took off with some guy she met, and Caleb walked me to my car. We talked for what seemed like forever. All I remember was sitting down in the driver's seat and him crouching down beside me on the pavement, looking up at me and just like that--BING! I will never ever forget that moment and those beautiful brown eyes of his, and just that look....It sounds totally corny, but here goes: a little light went on in my head. I heard a bell sound, not wedding bells, but like a little chime...I swear. I just knew he was going to be very special to me if we kept talking to each other, although I had no clue what I was in store for. I just knew that I was hooked. It made me totally believe in love at first sight.
We kissed and said good night. And he called me on my cell phone on the way home. There hasn't been a day since that day that we haven't talked.
I'd like to take a moment to thank my dad, who at that point in time was on a mission to get me to stop partying. A good goal to have, but if he hadn't let me go out that night, I'd still be living at home with him. I love you, dad. Alone Time I had such a marvelous weekend.
Cheyenne played so well at her game Saturday. She improves tremendously every week.
Caleb did a lot of work outside, trying to get the ground ready to plant some grass seed, hacking away with a rake at the rock that is our yard. He did manage to get a little of it somewhat tilled, but the soil is so thin and rocky and the land is so dry...I'm sure that we'll get it squared away by the springtime.
We watched "Wedding Crashers" Saturday night. Shamelessly raunchy humor...right up my alley. I loved it.
Caleb drew us a big bubble bath Sunday night. He had it planned all day, candles music, and, best of all, we locked the dogs out of the bathroom.
I read something in "Don't Sweat the Small Stuff...and it's all small stuff.". The author says in one chapter that we sleep away our free time thinking that we will be more rested and fullfilled, when really what we need to do is wake up between 3 and 4 a.m. to have "alone time". WTF. That man is on crack. I see his point, but I'm not Ghandi. Besides, I bet my house that if the guy had to get up and run after his kids all day, that 3 a.m. crap would stop. Notice his wife isn't up with him at the butt-crack of dawn. Needless to say, the book hasn't done anything for me yet.
I'm going to go. I think Smokey's making a puddle. 100 Things about MeI stole this idea from someone, but it's okay because they TOLD me to steal it.
100 THINGS ABOUT ME...(because you just can't get enough.)
1. I am not sure I can make it to 100.
2. I can be somewhat of a space cadet.
3. I have 3 dogs--two of them I asked for, one I just got without asking.
4. This is why I think I must be losing my mind.
5. I get deep enjoyment from children's cartoons.
6. I was an Airforce Brat, and proud of it.
7. I love to paint and draw in obnoxiously bright colors.
8. My dad got me started running in the seventh grade.
9. I really only liked it at first because it was something we did together.
10. I wore braces for 3 and a half years.
11. The same years, I had these horrid pink plastic glasses that were too big for my face, along with bad skin and frizzy hair.
12. Surprisingly, I was never bullied or picked on as a child.
13. I have never bullied or picked on anyone else.
14. I once had a long, tearful, and ultimately fatal battle with a South American Chicken Spider that was lurking in Mia's closet. After 2 hours I trapped it under a pot and left it there for one week for Caleb to dispose of.
15. Sometimes, I exaggerate.
16. I am the extreme opposite of a pack-rat. I throw everything away.
17. I have 2 little sisters.
18. My real name is Antoinette. (Why God, why?)
19. My parents are still married.
20. I think it would be so awesome to live in the trees, like the Ewoks.
21. I shamelessly threw myself at a gay man for over a month.
22. My gaydar sucks. Hard.
23. I can't hold a grudge. I just don't care that much for that long.
24. I can remember every outfit I ever wore on every date with Caleb, but I can't remember when to pay which bills.
25. I lost 60 pounds in the year 2001.
26. I've gained close to half of it back since then.
27. I am currently on a diet.
28. I just ate chocolate cake for lunch.
29. I scare easily.
30. I have mad useless-trivia skills.
31. I can be absent-minded.
32. It took me 3 years to get a 2 year degree.
33. I love, love, LOVE girly things.
34. I was a total tomboy as a child.
35. I used to tell my mom I was going to a friend's house, and then go hiking in the woods for hours by myself.
36. I still love hiking in the woods.
37. My grandfather was the founder/owner/whatever of Tony's Pizza.
38. I manage to make big messes wherever I go.
39. I love art. Love. Art. Love it.
40. Through art school, I always felt like Britney Spears in a Marilyn Manson world.
41. I have a bad coke habit. Nothing like 72 oz a day of high fructose corn syrup and caffeine. I've been soda-sober since Jan 1, 2006.
42. My parents put the fear of God in me when it came to drugs and alcohol.
43. They forgot to mention sex.
44. I got pregnant the first time I ever had sex.
45. I had my baby a month before my 16th birthday.
46. I had more help than anyone in that situation could possibly have.
47. Had I not had a baby, I probably would've gotten into worse trouble.
48. The night I met my husband, I was at the club and on the PROWL. He was my prey.
49. Apparently, so was he, and so was I.
50. I didn't believe in love at first sight or the whole "soulmate" thing until I met him.
51. I honestly think my life is perfect.
52. I secretly love my dogs.
53. I have a bad temper.
54. I am not at all logical.
55. I have a notebook full of "houseplans" that I drew since the 3rd grade.
56. I've always wished I could be an architect.
57. I am horrible at math. I stopped being able to help Cheyenne with her math homework last year.
58. I love to make lists. Stupid lists. About anything.
59. I am fascinated when I see my name on a list. Any list.
60. I have an extremely low tolerance for alcohol.
61. I think that's what attracted Caleb to me.
62. Or it could have been my boob falling out of my shirt the night we met....
63. Sometimes I don't pay attention. To anything.
64. When I'm not paying attention, I'm thinking about a joke. Or a movie. Or aliens.
65. I always, always have a song running through my head.
66. Right now, it's "You are the sun, you are the rain..."
67. "whoa....whoa...whooooaaaaa....".
68. I love to laugh. I'll laugh at anything, anytime, anywhere.
69. I actually liked the movie "Bad Santa".
70. I feel bad for liking it.
71. I love listening to my dad's stories about his time in the first Gulf War.
72. I love listening to stories about my parents' childhoods.
73. My biological mother was my aunt. She died 2 weeks ago.
74. I tracked down and met my biological father when I was 19.
75. It was one of the most awesome things in the world to see someone who looked like me.
76. One night in the mountains, Caleb and I fed a billion roast marshmellows to a group of hungry racoons...we didn't see them the next night.
77. Sometimes I can be insensitive.
78. Sometimes I can be overly sensitive.
79. I was downright mean to my littlest sister.
80. I really admire both of my sisters.
81. I think my mom is the most wonderful woman in the world.
82. I want to have 4 kids.
83. I have 2 girls already.
84. There is 8 years' difference between them.
85. I was unknowingly part of a plot to steal an original Picasso on a spring break cruise to the Bahamas.
86. I found out over 1 year later when my "friends" were arrested.
87. I am permanently banned from Carnival Cruise Lines.
88. I think it's pretty cool.
89. I've been pulled over more times than I can count, but I've never been given a ticket. Suckers.
90. I believe if you're pretty but drive a P.O.S. car, cops will like you, and have sympathy on you. If you're pretty and drive a nice car, they will think you're just a spoiled brat. You can't have both.
91. I no longer think I'm pretty.
92. And I'm okay with that.
93. I was born in Pensacola.
94. I spent the first year of my life in the hospital.
95. I was adopted when I was 1.
96. Whitney Houston's "I wanna Dance with Somebody" is my JAM.
97. It has taken me almost 5 days to write this entire thing.
98. I would leave my Christmas tree up year round if I could.
99. I would love to have my own stationary/gift shop one day.
100.I'm pretty sure #67 doesn't count, so here's one more:
101.The most ideal place to live for me would be Guntersville, Alabama, right on the lake and in between the mountains, where I could hike and fish and have campfires all the time. 1月28日 The Calm Before the Storm... (NOTE: The next 3 entries are completely out of order. I just write them and forget to publish them. You're smart. You can figure it out.)
I'm having an unusually calm day...a little toooo calm.
Don't get me wrong, I'm enjoying it. I've been able to get a lot done, but I don't expect it to last.
The sky is still cloudy, but still no rain. I'm not loving the weather up here in this strange place. I'm not looking foward to tornado season. Will I experience my first real live tornado? Will I pee my pants and cry like a baby? At least with a hurricane, you can leave town days ahead of the actual storm. I'm so scared I'll wake up one night and be flying through the air in my bed, Wizard-of-Oz style.
Tomorrow Cheyenne has a basketball game. She has really improved since the beginning of the season. Her only problem is that she's so tall and gangly, and her arms and legs to every which way. It's cute! But the more she plays, the better muscle control she'll develop, and the more confident she'll be. Already I see a difference. I wonder how she'll like softball--she wanted to play because her friend is, and I was more than thrilled since I played, but I think she may have to get a little tougher, a little braver. Oh, well. Nothing like the first season to break you in. Caleb has really been working with her on throwing and catching.
I can't believe how fast that kid is growing. She went from adorable, to cute, to downright pretty. I'm not looking foward to when she can be considered as "hot". Are there any all girls schools in Oklahoma City?
Cleaning? I don't know who the worse mess-makers are in this house--Mia, or the dogs. I'm cleaning the bathroom, scrubbing away in the shower, and when I turn around to check on Mia, who has been awfully quiet (I thought she was just pooping), I discover she has completely emptied both a huge value pack of cotton balls and an equally huge pack of q-tips. The kind you get at Sam's. They were ALL OVER THE HOUSE. And what's worse, Smokey and Darcy had gotten ahold of them, and what cotton they didn't tear to shreds and throw everywhere, they ate.
They're going to crap an outfit.
And such is a typical morning at my house. I miss Caleb. At least I can count on my dear Cheyenne to come home, hear about it, and laugh herself to death. Only then will I realize how truly funny it is (?). Oops. I'm going to start this off by saying that I don't mean for this to be a way for me to complain to the world, or to get a point across to someone. And if someone should get the impression that I'm unhappy with the people and things in my life, know that that's so far from the truth. I'll try to keep in mind when I do start venting about things that are bothering me to stay more positive and focus on what's good. And there is a lot of good. I just wish the dogs would be better at helping me remember that.
And, so there it is.
Well, to catch you up on the daily (and wonderful) disasters around here, had one that topped the cotton ball incident. Last night, Caleb decides to pick up pizza and a movie on his way home, so I was completely thrilled, not having to cook, I had PLENTY of time to hop in the shower. The girls were quietly watching Annie (well, not quietly--Mia was singing at the top of her lungs), so I thought I would get in and out real quick by myself (9 times out of 10 Mia is with me). Long story short (because it really is long) our neighbors at the top of the hill, as well as the ones across the street, probably got an eyeful as I (very nakedly--ewww) held a screaming child, cleaned up dog puke and pee, and ordered a pizza. I swear sometimes...
After all that, I was so glad to relax and kick back with Caleb. He reads my mind on days like this--it's awesome.
It finally rained!!! (I woke up at 3:00 to lightening, and to those who have seen War of the Worlds, I stayed awake for an hour and a half, making sure I heard that thunder. I did.) 1月27日 What's that smell? My beautiful brand-new house has the most horrible stench to it.
I now think getting the puppy was a bad idea. A really bad idea. It seemed great at first. He was soooo cute, and small, and wouldn't he keep Darcy busy and be a wonderful "son" to Shadow?
{INSERT PARAGRAPH OF CUSS WORDS HERE}
God. Now he's a whopping 23 pounds at only 9 weeks, and growing I swear by the minute. His paws are honestly as big as Shadow's (who weighs almost 100 lbs). He chews on literally everything, and worse, he pees all the time...at least now he tries to make it to the door. But the damage has been done. I cannot get rid of the stains, the smells...it's sickening. And the backyard is a cesspool if I don't poop scoop it everyday. I'm hoping one day, when the two little ones are much older, that I'll look back at all this and think it was worth it. I'm hoping.
Meanwhile, Mia has gotten to the stage where she MUST be doing everything I'm doing. She was having a fit to "type" and move the mouse, but luckily "Elmo's World" came on, and Elmo's thinking about farm animals, her favorite subject. And so for now, this entry is safe from any of Mia's contributions...
Speaking of children's shows, I was feeling a little guilty about turning the TV on every morning, but Mia just counted...a little. She really only watches about 1/3 of actual Sesame Street, and then the "sun" come up on Teletubbies, and then she's over the whole TV thing. It's much more fun to see what I'm doing, or to go torture a dog. Stupid Fest: Highly Optional ReadingOkay. I think I will now write the corniest entry ever written by anyone, anywhere.
These are a few of my favorite things:
sparkly strappy sandals with heels
pink, pink, pink
french manicures
cappucino
puppies, kittens, and just about any baby animal
silky nightgowns and cozy jammies
bubble baths with candles
pretty dresses
cupcakes with sprinkles
And that's just the superficial stuff! (I do love superficial stuff sometimes)
SNOW
making pancakes for my family on Saturdays
walks through the woods with Caleb and the girls
sitting by the fire on a cold day
star gazing with Caleb when the kids are in bed
getting Mia out of her crib when she first wakes up
mall madness with Cheyenne
getting e-mail
my beautiful house with the beautiful view
SLEEP
snuggling with the dogs
long talks with Caleb
massages...from Caleb
getting smashed with Caleb...what could be better than that?
And now for the questionaire.
Favorite:
color: pink
season: summer
holiday: Christmas
flower: poinsettas...or hot pink roses on a rose bush.
song: Every Little Kiss (Bruce Hornsby) or Let's Get it On (Marvin Gaye)
Movie: Deuce Bigalow, The Goonies, Scarface, Signs...the list goes on.
show: Nip/tuck
book: Watership Down, about a bunch of maniacal killer rabbits looking for a home with the help of a puny psychic rabbit. It's wacky.
meal: stuffed shrimp and pasta!
dessert: amaretto cake with chocolate chips
store: VS, Hobby Lobby, or Barnes&Noble
sport: baseball/softball
Places I want to go before I die:
Peru, Ecuador, The Galapagos, Brazil, Argentina, Chile
Ireland
Athens, Greece
Grand Canyon, Yellowstone
Places that I've been that I love:
Lake Guntersville, AL
Pensacola Beach/Navarre/Destin/Gulf Shores
New Orleans
Positano, Capri, Rome, Assissi and Naples, Italy
Dream Jewelry: diamond and tanzanite platinum ring, ruby cross necklace
Dream Job: starving artist that actually has time to do art
AND RANDOM WEIRD THOUGHT/FASCINATION: I'd love to be a mouse and live in a mushroom or a tree or a rosebush, and design a whole cool mouse village in the woods...yeah, I know.
1月26日 Prisoner in My Own HomeI am exhausted. Mia is getting a head start on her terrible two's, and at this rate, they'll wind up being "hellacious, awful, really really bad two's". I am so frustrated! We just got back from Sam's Club for diapers and the child screamed the entire time. She was fed, clean, and napped so I am at a loss as to what in the world was her problem. I feel like I can't take her anywhere, like I really am on house arrest. It is just such an unpleasant experience. I miss the days when I could strap her in her infant carrier, give her a blankie and stroll her around while I did the grocery shopping and all the other errands. I don't think I'm allowed to write anything really obscene on this, but if I could, I would insert a whole paragraph full of cuss words... On a lighter note, Cheyenne is reading "The Diary of Anne Frank" and is totally obsessed with it. She is now writing in her very own diary and practically copies the book word for word in its pages. I do, I read her diary. Bad mom, bad. I wonder how many other mothers will admit to reading their daughter's diary...I feel like it's the only way I can find out what's going on in that crazy little head of hers, although, if I didn't know it was hers, I could swear Anne Frank herself was writing in it. What an interesting person, that Anne Frank. I'm sure if she were alive now, she'd have a blog. My dogs are acting pyscho. I think there's something in the air. We haven't had rain for, like, 2 months, and it's clouding up. Maybe it will put out some of these fires that fortunately have not touched us yet. Well, I'd better go scoop poop because I'll certainly have a mess if it does rain. Yucko. 1月25日 Real Quick See, I knew I'd get hooked on this. It hasn't even been an hour since the last time I was on. I just realized that 99% of the world has been blogging all this time, and I'm the schmuck who just caught on. Wait to go, Toni.
My husband is out of town, again, and I am not looking foward to 3 whole days alone with the baby and the dogs...mostly the dogs. Smokey has already peed four times in the house today, but impressively only once on the carpet. He pooped the other day inside, but I didn't tell Caleb because I knew he'd be mad. Darcy is in some kind of doggy-depression. She doesn't like to be more than 2 feet away from her "master". Shadow is just sitting around licking and biting herself, as usual. I used to think that was just a normal dog thing, but now I wonder if she's going crazy, just like me...?
We've talked about me getting a J-O-B lately, but by the time you pay taxes, gas, and daycare, any job I could get would probably end up costing me money, and if not, it still wouldn't be worth dropping Mia off with some stranger everyday, or missing Cheyenne's basketball games on Saturdays...One day i'll get out and about and among real-live grown-ups again...one day.
Mia's going to wake up any minute now. I can feel it. I'm sure I'll write more everyday this week. And I'll keep it up until the novelty wears off. My very first blog...and blog entry. Wow. I actually figured out how to do this. Those who know me would be proud, maybe even shocked.
I've read other people's blogs before, and they all seem so intellegent, like they took a class on it or something. I have no clue what I should be writing about. This is more therapy for me than anything. Writing this is making me feel like I am talking to real live adults. What a concept! I have nothing I need to tell the world, no words of wisdom (those who know me will not be shocked this time).
So. Well. Hey. Here's the synopsis: I am 25, married, with 2 kids (ages 9 and 1), and I have 3 beastly, but very sweet, dogs. I stay at home pretty much all day everyday and am slowly but steadily losing my mind. I'm sure over the course of time I will reveal more, not that that could possibly be good for anyone to know...hmm...
And now I'm going to stop this intellegent writing and go mess with colors and music lists. Neat. |
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