The Texas Mama

Mom and Me is just a random name I picked when I started this blog nearly a year ago.  I fancied myself a bit of a ‘”mommy blogger” then.  I do blog a lot about my precious daughter. But really, I think I complain. And use lots of sarcasm. More entries than not are about myself. So really, Mom and me isn’t so fitting. 

Especially as Hali is getting older and getting closer and closer to school age.  Then I will, you know, be just me some of the time. I. Can. NOT. Wait.  I am sure many goody-goody-two-shoes moms out there would read that and just have a little tizzy fit.  But it is the honest truth.  While I cried just last weekend as I sat in the garage looking at the tiny lil’ foot prints stamped on to my husbands scrubs just seconds after she was born, and I am admittedly sad every time Hali becomes less and less baby and more big girl, I still look forward to a new era so to speak. 

I have the option of using my domain name “http://thetexasmama.com” as my blog instead of the half assed site I threw up until I figured out what I really wanted to do with it.  I am considering it.  Honestly, I am not thrilled with the service and my limited options with Quick Blog.  But I don’t really want to stay up until two in the morning for a week just to switch things to another place.  I’ll let you know what I am going to do soon, as I have to renew or get out very soon here. A friend and I even have a great idea of what we would like to do with The Texas Mama, but it all kind of depends…

Seems like all I do here is whine and complain. Poor me.  Waaah.  Don’t worry, I am tired of it too, and now that I have spent the last few weeks scaring off all three readers, I believe I can stop for a little while.  Unless something traumatic happens, like my tanning foam lotion stuff that hardly did a dang thing to my pasty fat legs.  Which I just discovered after I have been wearing it all day to let it soak in.  You know, it’s stuff like this that sends you to the therapist and blaming it on your parents.

Course, I’m not supposed to complain about my body, I should love it no matter what size it is, right? Uh huh.  Well that just ain’t gonna happen. Sorry. I see all the amazing things my body is capable of.  I see my gorgeous daughter I baked inside me for over nine months.  I know she is the reason for my sagging breasts and stomach.  And of course the stretch marks.  But that doesn’t make me not want better.  I could deal with the sagginess and stretch marks- what motherhood has done to my body doesn’t really bother me.  It’s what my tumor and you know, actually eating has done to my body that bothers me.

See how I love to complain, even when you thought you wouldn’t have to read more of it, BAM there it is! I’m tricksy!

I have good news (ya, ya, ya, I just saved a bunch of money…) and speaking of cars, my Honda Passport is sitting in my driveway as I am typing this! Yay. I haven’t had a car since the beginning of January!  Hali and I cannot WAIT to enjoy having our own car again.  We both have big plans, and I believe they almost all involve spending poor Jeremy’s hard earned money.  At least he has a new job, managing someone else’s body shop (for a change) and we aren’t a half step away from the poor house anymore.  No, more like a full two steps from it now.

I am so excited about this car.  I cannot say that enough.

We are going to story time tomorrow! Yay. I am a little unsure of Hali though.  The lady who used to do it had to quit (for financial reasons) and we REALLY liked her a lot.  I don’t know if Hali will be as comfortable with the new lady or not, but we shall see.  It has been over a month since we’ve been so…

Then, a trip over to the insurance office to sign the new policy.  Maybe a quick trip to the store for a few things to tide us over until Friday and The Big Shopping Trip, and home to bedeck our new car with all our stuff.  You know, the dvd player, emergency snacks and water, wipes, hand sanitizer, cds, and some sort of air freshener ( I love those ones that hook on the vents).  I need to set my stations, the clock, maybe even stick some smart ass bumper sticker in the window.

I keep logging on here thinking I am going to post some Thoughtful Post.  Maybe something that seems as if I put some time into it, and is you know, comprehensive.  Then it is suddenly midnight and I am freaking exhausted. So I don’t.  I stare at softies on Flickr.  I am sooo addicted to it.  I have no life.

The first couple of hours of Easter were GREAT! It was pretty much downhill after that.

We didn’t even drag our sorry butts out of bed until after ten. Yes- that’s ten in the morning.  We had been up late the night before, which was not a good thing. 

The MIL decided to invite herself over to color Easter eggs the night before Easter. Oh yes, she did.  When she called to do so, I even said, and I quote “oh, well, we weren’t really planning on making a big deal of it, we were just going to do a few eggs one afternoon while Jeremy is at work or something… but if you wanna come over…”

I would say that she wanted to come over and watch Hali dye eggs, but that would be a lie.  She wanted to come over and dye a ton of eggs. Herself. And maybe let Hali do part of a few of them. 

I have, at this very moment, Easter eggs dyed by my MIL in my refrigerator (which is a new one, stainless steel and I am super excited about having cold food that doesn’t go bad now!). She left me a few of the ones that MY DAUGHTER did, though, so its all peachy.  The woman came over and took over.  She put the eggs in the dye and despite my daughter’s screams continued to have Hali observe as she “showed” her how to do everything.  It drove me NUTS! I just wanted for Hali to you know, enjoy her first time coloring eggs.  Get her hands in! Ugh, oh, and don’t worry, as bored as you are of me complaining about my MIL, I am even more so.  And we haven’t even made it to Easter Day yet!

Hali was fabulous. I will put some pics up on Flickr soon.  She found those eggs like a pro. She announced what color egg she had found in both English and Spanish.  She gobbled up insane amounts of chocolate and even now I cannot understand why she didn’t throw up.  Unfortunately it was in the forties and rainy!!! and the Easter Bunny was forced to hid eggs inside.

After we basked in the glory that is our only child enjoying her Easter, reality kicked in, and I remembered that I had potatoes to cook and mash and a rocky road fudge pie to make.  Oh, and you know, get out of my pajamas.

I started stressing there and never really stopped.  I got it all done.  The potatoes were lumpy and the pie a little too gooey (read: I didn’t let the brownie part cook long enough) but apparently I looked dang good, because right after we arrived at the in-laws, one of Jeremy’s uncles said I looked good, really pretty, and asked if I had lost weight! Flabbergasted and blushing, I stuttered “no, been putting it on, but THANKS!” I NEVER get complimented (about my appearance), so I was feelin’ pretty dang good about myself.  It’s amazing how little it takes to make me happy…

After dinner family members began to indulge in my pie.  The compliments were so numerous and so profuse, it was almost embarrassing. Almost.  Jeremy was proud, I could tell. After some of the family left we hung out for a bit.  Discussion amongst Jeremy’s sister and mom got a little uncomfortable so we gladly left.  Without my leftover pie.  Jeremy thinks that she hid it when we were loading up our stuff.  Heh.  He went over after work and picked it up.  She didn’t seem happy about it.

Unfortunately, Jeremy’s grandma passed away this weekend, and we have been busy with all the meetings, services, and funeral related things the past few days. 

I attended my first mass yesterday.  That was interesting. 

We are finally moved out of the shop as well.  That sucked a big one.  We have been up there moving every weekend for nearly a month and I am tired of moving. 

With Jeremy back to working in the small little area about fifteen miles from here that we both love so much, moving closer to work would be nice, but I don’t want to move again!  When we moved back to Texas, that’s where I wanted to move back to. It was the town that we were living in when moved to Idaho, but when we moved back we needed to be closer to the shop. That’s a moot point now, though. 

But I really love my house and it is the best deal we could find around here. I still may have to look around a little bit in August/September when our lease is up, just in case.

I totally just got a grip and broke down and decided to get rid of all but like two pairs of pants that are too small. My closet is lookin’ good. Go me! Denial ain’t just a river in Egypt, baby!  I had a spacebag full of eights and nines.  I haven’t given up hope, but realistically, I still liked all of about five things in that bag anyways. They were all pre-mommy clothes.  You know, back when I could dress as young as I was.  I so can’t do that now…