Long time no post, huh?
20 little-known facts about Trina:
1. Everyone thinks that my favorite color is orange. It is actually copper. I do like orange, though.
2. I narrate everything I do in my head as I do it. It's actually quite annoying. (Trina casually swept her hair from her forehead as she typed, wondering to herself if everyone thought she was as crazy as she felt.)
3. I absolutely, positively HATE ketchup, it makes me nauseas. I eat marinara sauce in it's place. I love mustard.
4. I am addicted to Dr Pepper. Really, addicted, it's my crack.
5. I am 1/64 Cherokee Indian and very proud of it.
6. I play World of Warcraft and watch Battlestar Galactica. Yes, I am a nerd.
7. I get so stressed out and upset when my house is dirty that I can't clean. It's a viscous cycle.
8. Sometimes I love people too much. So much, in fact, that they have to tell me to leave them alone. lol.
9. I occasionally smoke a joint. Don't tell anyone.
10. There is a 3 foot tall Superman action figure dressed in my son's clothing looking at me right now.
11. I didn't wear deodorant until I was 20 years old. I still rarely wear it. So what? hygiene is overrated.
12. When I got married my husband thought I was disgusting because I only showered every other day. Honestly! Who cares? He never noticed when we were dating! Now he is the one that never showers. Oh how things change.
13. I over react every time my son it hurt or sick. I called poison control once because he ate a pencil shaving.
14. I believe in aliens.
15. I never do my homework until the day it is due. It's a bad habit, but I'm carrying 4.0 GPA, so it can't be that bad.
16. I am pretty open to anyone's religion, but I think Scientologists are insane. I can't help it.
17. Sometimes when I eat by myself I pretend that I am on some grand adventure in a far off magical land and that I haven't eaten for days and therefore have to savor every bite. I have done that since I was a kid.
18. In 1st, 2nd, and 3rd grade my teachers gave me an award for being the most creative in the class. I am still proud of those.
19. I always think everyone is mad at me. I am always the first to apologize even if I wasn't in the wrong.
20. I prefer to be friends with guys then girls. I get along better with Josh's friends than I do with their wives.
27 February 2008
19 February 2008
POOP
What a crappy week this has been. Literally.
1. I adopted a cat from the Bartlesville SPCA. She is cute, I was very excited about it. Well, two days later I go to clean out her liter box, and her crap is literally COVERED in little white worms. Ewwwwwww!! I think it was the most horrible thing I have EVER seen in my life. The reason I paid $55 and adopted a cat from them was because they are supposed to have all of their shots be free of all health problems before they can be adopted. So I called the SPCA and told them that I didn't think I should be financially responsible for this. They said that once an animal is adopted they no longer hold any responsibility to it's well being, blah blah blah. Grrr.
2. Aidan is potty training(though he hasn't actually made it in the potty yet) and has decided that clothes are optional. All the time. So he was running around naked today, and he decided to poop on the floor. No joke. Then he came and got me to make sure I saw. He pointed to it and said "Ewwwwww!"
So, I feel I have had more bad experiences with poop in a few days than any person should have in a year.
1. I adopted a cat from the Bartlesville SPCA. She is cute, I was very excited about it. Well, two days later I go to clean out her liter box, and her crap is literally COVERED in little white worms. Ewwwwwww!! I think it was the most horrible thing I have EVER seen in my life. The reason I paid $55 and adopted a cat from them was because they are supposed to have all of their shots be free of all health problems before they can be adopted. So I called the SPCA and told them that I didn't think I should be financially responsible for this. They said that once an animal is adopted they no longer hold any responsibility to it's well being, blah blah blah. Grrr.
2. Aidan is potty training(though he hasn't actually made it in the potty yet) and has decided that clothes are optional. All the time. So he was running around naked today, and he decided to poop on the floor. No joke. Then he came and got me to make sure I saw. He pointed to it and said "Ewwwwww!"
So, I feel I have had more bad experiences with poop in a few days than any person should have in a year.
11 February 2008
Messy Me
Why am I incapable of keeping my house clean? It baffles me. I try to play it off like it's all Josh and Aidan's fault (they are very, very messy), but the truth it, a lot of it's me. And then when it's messy, I get so depressed that my house is dirty that I just want to sit on the couch and be lazy, therefore it gets more messy and I get more depressed so I don't clean... it's a vicious cycle.
It seems to run in my family. My mom, my sisters, we are all this way. Except ReAnne, what's up with that? Actually, compared to my twin and my oldest sister, I am not even that messy. After they move out of place it needs to be bulldozed. At least I don't leave food out and let it get moldy, and I keep up with laundry and dishes. My house just never really looks neat, and I don't do detail cleaning very often. I thought it was normal until I married Josh.
My mother in law, oh my goodness. Sometimes I think she is super woman. She works 50+ hours a week, goes to school, and her house... spotless. What she considers messy is what I would call immaculate. And then my sister in law, Sarah, it's the same thing. Everything is always in order. I comforted myself in the fact that it must just be the females in Josh's family, like they inherited a feminine cleanliness gene, because Josh certainly didn't inherit it. I was wrong.
David moved to Bartlesville back in October. David's room is always neat, his bed is always made (seriously, I didn't think people really made their beds more then once a week when I lived with my parents), and, get this, he picks up after himself. Weird, I know.
So, maybe if one of them donates blood to me I will have the ability to keep up with it? Oh, wait, it doesn't work like that. Crap. Maybe I can hire one of them to clean my house, that sounds much more likely. I can pay them $10 an hour as long as it only take an hour a week to keep my house beautifully clean and organized. Ha.
I am writing this blog to keep from cleaning house. Surprise, surprise.
Oh, and something a little off topic... this is kind of funny. I realized that all these other blogs I read are all about people's dating, sex, and love lives... going out to clubs on weekends, meeting a hot guy, finding out he's a crazy tree hugging palm reader or something interesting like that... and then my blog is about cleaning house. Oh the life I lead, lol.
It seems to run in my family. My mom, my sisters, we are all this way. Except ReAnne, what's up with that? Actually, compared to my twin and my oldest sister, I am not even that messy. After they move out of place it needs to be bulldozed. At least I don't leave food out and let it get moldy, and I keep up with laundry and dishes. My house just never really looks neat, and I don't do detail cleaning very often. I thought it was normal until I married Josh.
My mother in law, oh my goodness. Sometimes I think she is super woman. She works 50+ hours a week, goes to school, and her house... spotless. What she considers messy is what I would call immaculate. And then my sister in law, Sarah, it's the same thing. Everything is always in order. I comforted myself in the fact that it must just be the females in Josh's family, like they inherited a feminine cleanliness gene, because Josh certainly didn't inherit it. I was wrong.
David moved to Bartlesville back in October. David's room is always neat, his bed is always made (seriously, I didn't think people really made their beds more then once a week when I lived with my parents), and, get this, he picks up after himself. Weird, I know.
So, maybe if one of them donates blood to me I will have the ability to keep up with it? Oh, wait, it doesn't work like that. Crap. Maybe I can hire one of them to clean my house, that sounds much more likely. I can pay them $10 an hour as long as it only take an hour a week to keep my house beautifully clean and organized. Ha.
I am writing this blog to keep from cleaning house. Surprise, surprise.
Oh, and something a little off topic... this is kind of funny. I realized that all these other blogs I read are all about people's dating, sex, and love lives... going out to clubs on weekends, meeting a hot guy, finding out he's a crazy tree hugging palm reader or something interesting like that... and then my blog is about cleaning house. Oh the life I lead, lol.
08 February 2008
If my husband was more like a two-year-old and less like an eleven-year-old...
I often tell people that I have two kids. Aidan and Josh.
Josh, my dear husband, I have decided is like an eleven-year-old boy. He likes to play video games and drink many different flavors of soda pop. He doesn't remember to throw the empty cans away. When he's tired, he gets cranky, but thinks he is to old to take a nap, so he just continues to be cranky. He thinks his shoes and socks belong in the middle of the living room floor.
Josh relies on me for clean clothes, clean dishes, food and beverage. However, when Josh is busy playing a game he doesn't hear a word that falls out of my mouth - I cease to exist. The highlight of his life is when a new game is being released (and I, also, can't wait for the release Conan the MMORPG simply because I am SO SICK OF HEARING ABOUT IT). Josh has to be reminded to shower, and take the trash out, and clean up after himself. Being reminded to do these basic things annoys him, and he mutters things under his breath like, "what a nag" or "she's such a drag!" When Josh is sick his reliance on me increases 10 fold and his already low standards of cleanliness and hygiene dissipate to nothing. Thus, I actually have two kids.
Today I was thinking, I really wish Josh was more like Aidan, our two-year-old. If Josh were more like Aidan, then every time we had a fight it could be solved by a) giving him some peanut butter on a spoon or b) throwing a blanket over his head and saying, "Where are you, Josh? Where are you? There you are!!" which would result in a burst of giggles.
When Josh got cranky, I could place him in bed with his blankey and his stuffed Curious George (which he would call "Joge") and he would fall right asleep, waking up refreshed and happy. When Josh was sick, I could put a Disney movie in and give his some ice cream, and he would be quiet and cuddle with me happily for two hours - without requiring a thing.
And if Josh acted like he was two, then every time I did anything for him or brought him something he would get so excited he would jump up and down yelling, "tank-ou! tank-ou!" and give me a big hug, making me feel like the greatest person on earth. When I told him it was time to clean up, and sang the Clean Up song from Dora the Explorer, he would happily and enthusiastically help me pick up all his toys.
He would occupy himself for hours with spatulas, spoons, and pots and pans. A $0.97 car would make him happier than any $50 video game.
Also, he wouldn't be able to read and would have no idea that I just posted this blog about him. Oh, wait, he never read my blogs anyway... I'd say I'm pretty safe.
Josh, my dear husband, I have decided is like an eleven-year-old boy. He likes to play video games and drink many different flavors of soda pop. He doesn't remember to throw the empty cans away. When he's tired, he gets cranky, but thinks he is to old to take a nap, so he just continues to be cranky. He thinks his shoes and socks belong in the middle of the living room floor.
Josh relies on me for clean clothes, clean dishes, food and beverage. However, when Josh is busy playing a game he doesn't hear a word that falls out of my mouth - I cease to exist. The highlight of his life is when a new game is being released (and I, also, can't wait for the release Conan the MMORPG simply because I am SO SICK OF HEARING ABOUT IT). Josh has to be reminded to shower, and take the trash out, and clean up after himself. Being reminded to do these basic things annoys him, and he mutters things under his breath like, "what a nag" or "she's such a drag!" When Josh is sick his reliance on me increases 10 fold and his already low standards of cleanliness and hygiene dissipate to nothing. Thus, I actually have two kids.
Today I was thinking, I really wish Josh was more like Aidan, our two-year-old. If Josh were more like Aidan, then every time we had a fight it could be solved by a) giving him some peanut butter on a spoon or b) throwing a blanket over his head and saying, "Where are you, Josh? Where are you? There you are!!" which would result in a burst of giggles.
When Josh got cranky, I could place him in bed with his blankey and his stuffed Curious George (which he would call "Joge") and he would fall right asleep, waking up refreshed and happy. When Josh was sick, I could put a Disney movie in and give his some ice cream, and he would be quiet and cuddle with me happily for two hours - without requiring a thing.
And if Josh acted like he was two, then every time I did anything for him or brought him something he would get so excited he would jump up and down yelling, "tank-ou! tank-ou!" and give me a big hug, making me feel like the greatest person on earth. When I told him it was time to clean up, and sang the Clean Up song from Dora the Explorer, he would happily and enthusiastically help me pick up all his toys.
He would occupy himself for hours with spatulas, spoons, and pots and pans. A $0.97 car would make him happier than any $50 video game.
Also, he wouldn't be able to read and would have no idea that I just posted this blog about him. Oh, wait, he never read my blogs anyway... I'd say I'm pretty safe.
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