Is it possible to love someone so much that you, or they, explode? Ok, so in my cynical state I am searching for things that I love, and things that I love about people. So, I thought I'd share for anyone that needs some inspiration.
Things I love about Samantha:
the way her toes curl when you tickle her belly
her scrunchie face, even at 2 am
the way she snorts when she hugs you and buries her face in your shirt
her stubbornness (most of the time)
how she smiles at you and looks you in the eye as she does something bad...while you are telling her no and coming to remove her!
how she chases the dog around the house squealing
mama, enough said
how she cuddles in the bed and beats my head when she wakes up to let me know it's time for breakfast
that right now I am the most important person in her life, not a boyfriend or gaggle of silly girls, just mommy (well, and daddy)
Things I love about David:
how silly he is with Samantha!
his ability to make me feel like there isn't a care in the world when I'm stressed
his hugs and their healing powers
when he puts his foot in his mouth, and in an attempt to remove it lodges it further in and down his throat
how much he supports me in all that I do whether he likes it or not
selfless service...even though I'd rather him be home right now
his wonderful smile, gorgeous eyes, and his butt ain't too bad either!
Things I love in general:
"Goldilocks" days (not too hot, not too cold)
a really upbeat song to cure the blues
therapeutic shopping
a nice, quiet day at home alone!!!
my family
Monday, May 07, 2007
Sunday, May 06, 2007
Later Dude. Enjoy Jersey....
Anyone wants David's e-mail or snail mail address just e-mail me and I'll get it to you. So these were the best pics I actually got from his ceremony. The freakin news cameras were in front of me the whole time so I didn't really see much anyway. And I forgot to get pics of me and him and sam. My brain isn't working, it's just sad.
Friday, May 04, 2007
We miss you something fierce!
(So, originally I started this blog so I could keep in contact with the wonderful boyfriend as he went overseas, and now I will come full circle and use it as the wonderful husband goes overseas.)
All is sad in the Rusin Household. Whiny mommy, crabby baby, clingy dog. I am tired of people asking how I am. How the F**K do you think I am? 2 days....2 days and I want to rip someones head off. This is gonna be fun....
So, Sammi really isn't too moody, yet. She was disappointed to wake up this morning and find that you, dada, were gone again. She was all pumped and psyched and smacked the bed yelling DADA!!! and then realized you weren't there. She is used to you being gone for drill, and Lisa pointed out that maybe she is ok with you being gone a few days but that when it continues to happen she will probably freak out more. Which sucks becuase after we see you on Saturday I am probably going to have to start all over again. Wow, that's tomorrow. I need to get directions....mapquest. Ok, 1 hour drive.
I miss you. I need the hugs. Actually, I really need to go study for my final....but I need hugs too. Oh, and for these hiccups to go away. Well, I'll talk to you later babe.
I love you to the end of the universe and back again.
All is sad in the Rusin Household. Whiny mommy, crabby baby, clingy dog. I am tired of people asking how I am. How the F**K do you think I am? 2 days....2 days and I want to rip someones head off. This is gonna be fun....
So, Sammi really isn't too moody, yet. She was disappointed to wake up this morning and find that you, dada, were gone again. She was all pumped and psyched and smacked the bed yelling DADA!!! and then realized you weren't there. She is used to you being gone for drill, and Lisa pointed out that maybe she is ok with you being gone a few days but that when it continues to happen she will probably freak out more. Which sucks becuase after we see you on Saturday I am probably going to have to start all over again. Wow, that's tomorrow. I need to get directions....mapquest. Ok, 1 hour drive.
I miss you. I need the hugs. Actually, I really need to go study for my final....but I need hugs too. Oh, and for these hiccups to go away. Well, I'll talk to you later babe.
I love you to the end of the universe and back again.
Monday, April 16, 2007
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Sleep Please
I needed a new post. I am procrastinating on a math paper that I have known about for 12 weeks. I have sent hubby out for tortilla chips and salsa. Just sounded really good. I had a thought, "Oh g-d I'm pregnant!" and then realized I'd still be a good 6 weeks away from cravings. So, now, I am just thinking, "Oh g-d I'm fat!" Not much of a morale booster...oh well.
I am so tired. Sam screamed all night. Not yelled, not cried, SCREAMED. She slept for one hour and then thought it would be fun to play. We tried, obviously in vain, to get her back to sleep. We needed sleep. Every person needs sleep. Not Sam. She's bionic. 5:30am she fell asleep. That's when David was getting up and leaving. I slept until she woke up and used my head as a drum at 8:30. 3 hours. 3 friggin hours. I haven't had 3 hours of sleep in a year! Oh, and nap time. What's nap time? I forgot, and so did Sam. She thought it was, scream some more time. Lordy. I know what it is. She has recently had a serious kick of over driven (crap brain work, you know this word--term--so well. function, you can do it.....)separation anxiety. She was great until this week. David has been gone more now with getting ready to leave and all, and she has noticed. It has never been a problem before because we were both always there when she wanted us. Now, she wants daddy and he isn't always there. So, she screams at me. She flips out when you leave the room. She flips out when she wakes up and you aren't in the room. I'm pretty sure she didn't want to go to sleep because when she woke up Saturday daddy wasn't here and she probably thought if she went to sleep he'd leave again. She's out like a light (where did that term come from?) now, knock on wood (and that one too?). I am supposed to be writing my paper free from baby interruptions but I can't. I hate it. I hate math and I hate writing 10-15 pages about math. Ugh. Can someone please tell me why I went to college?
I am so tired. Sam screamed all night. Not yelled, not cried, SCREAMED. She slept for one hour and then thought it would be fun to play. We tried, obviously in vain, to get her back to sleep. We needed sleep. Every person needs sleep. Not Sam. She's bionic. 5:30am she fell asleep. That's when David was getting up and leaving. I slept until she woke up and used my head as a drum at 8:30. 3 hours. 3 friggin hours. I haven't had 3 hours of sleep in a year! Oh, and nap time. What's nap time? I forgot, and so did Sam. She thought it was, scream some more time. Lordy. I know what it is. She has recently had a serious kick of over driven (crap brain work, you know this word--term--so well. function, you can do it.....)separation anxiety. She was great until this week. David has been gone more now with getting ready to leave and all, and she has noticed. It has never been a problem before because we were both always there when she wanted us. Now, she wants daddy and he isn't always there. So, she screams at me. She flips out when you leave the room. She flips out when she wakes up and you aren't in the room. I'm pretty sure she didn't want to go to sleep because when she woke up Saturday daddy wasn't here and she probably thought if she went to sleep he'd leave again. She's out like a light (where did that term come from?) now, knock on wood (and that one too?). I am supposed to be writing my paper free from baby interruptions but I can't. I hate it. I hate math and I hate writing 10-15 pages about math. Ugh. Can someone please tell me why I went to college?
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