The Old House

I was just reading my mom's blog again like I always do and it contained this picture of my brothers. And of course I love the picture. But besides the fact that my two adorable baby brother are in the picture so are the stairs. Stairs is the picture so what.

But I got a strange emotional feeling when I looked at the stairs. Members of my family have been walking up and down those very stairs for 21 years. This also says a lot about the two little tykes on the stairs... This is the only house they have ever lived in. For me it is the only house I remember living in growing up. And then I also realized that both Ben and Michael lived in that house longer than I have.

Ben lived in the house from the time he was born, until he went to college last year when he was 19 almost 20. Michael still lives there, so from birth until 19. And I stopped living there when I was 18 when I went to college, and I wasn't living there when I was born.

Its funny how seeing my two younger brothers on the stairs of the house I grew up in provoked such feelings from me.

More about headaches

The worse thing about migraines is that unless someone else has them, they don't understand what it is like. Many times I get really frustrated when I have a migraine because Andy doesn't understand. I don't feel good, and like I said earlier I can still function ok most the time but it is anything but regular. He just doesn't understand because he doesn't get headaches very often. This sometimes makes me cry or become bitchy, not because he is being mean (cuz he is not) but he just doesn't understand. Sometimes he will even start arguing me that I don't have a migraine, just a headache... or because I am not bed ridden or throwing up (lucky that doesn't happen too much) it can't be a migraine.

And I argue that I know the difference. When I have a regular head ache it is so weird. It is like I don't know what to do, and it feels different than a migraine. It doesn't hurt as bad of course but I find regular headaches more annoying because I am more used to a mild migraine than a regular headache.

I HATE headaches

This is probably a true statement to everyone that has ever had a headache especially migraines. I have had migraines for what seems like forever ( I think since I was seven-years-old). This is not my first time talking about this on my blog either, but today I was visited by what I like to call a mild migraine. I call it this because I still have all or many of the symptoms of a migraine but I am able to function with only mild difficulty (unlike bad ones where I can't even get out of bed).

Almost anything seems to trigger them: weather changes (but that seems to be less of a cause ever since I don't live right up next to the foothills), too much sugar, not enough food, some types of food, not enough (some times too much) sleep, too much stress, not enough water, too much sun.... hum and after I became a certain age womanly hormones.

Last semester I had to go to the library a lot. During one of my trips I got a few books on migraines. Can't say that I learned more than I already knew. There where lists of foods that might be considered 'trigger' food that shocked me but I can't remember them.

I thought about getting a prescription medication to treat migraines but I still have not acted upon it. I really hate taking meds and the only way I seem to be able to take them is if I feel like I am dying or a doctor tells me I have to take them... but I can't even discipline my self and take a multi-vitamin everyday... and why I decided to use the once a week birth control patch instead of taking the pill. Not liking to swallow pills is also something that I have had since I was seven.

Well I think this entry is probably a lot of ramble so I must go to bed.

Love You Forever

Love You Forever Written By Robert Munsch

A mother held her new baby and very slowly rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she held him she sang:
I’ll love you forever,
I’ll like you for always,
As long as I’m living
my baby you’ll be.
The baby grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was two years old, and he ran all around the house. He pulled books off the shelves. He pulled all the food out of the refrigerator and he took his mother’s watch and he flushed it down the toilet. Sometimes his mother would say, “This kid is driving me CRAZY!”
But at night time, when that two-year-old was quiet, she opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor looked up over the side of his bed; and if he was really asleep she picked him up and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. While she rocked him she sang:
I’ll love you forever,
I’ll like you for always,
As long as I’m living
my baby you’ll be.

The boy grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was nine years old. And he never wanted to come home for dinner, he never wanted to take a bath, and when grandma visited he always said bad words. Sometime his mother wanted to sell him to the zoo!
But at night time, when he was asleep, the mother quietly opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor and looked up over the side of his bed. If he was really asleep, she picked up that nine-year-old boy and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she rocked him she sang:
I’ll love you forever,
I’ll like you for always,
As long as I’m living
my baby you’ll be.
The boy grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was a teenager. He had strange friends and he wore strange clothes and he listened to strange music. Sometime the mother felt like she was in a zoo!


But at night time, when that teenager was asleep, the mother opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor and looked up over the side of his bed. If he was really asleep she picked up that great big boy and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. While she rocked him she sang:
I’ll love you forever,
I’ll like you for always,
As long as I’m living
my baby you’ll be.


That teenager grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was a grown-up man. He left home and got a house across town

But sometimes on dark nights the mother got into her car and drove across town.

If all the lights in her son’s house were out, she opened his bedroom window crawled across the floor, and looked up over the side of his bed. If that great big man was really asleep she picked him up and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she rocked him she sang:
I’ll love you forever,
I’ll like you for always,
As long as I’m living
my baby you’ll be.



Well, that mother, she got older. She got older and older and older. One day she called up her son and said, “You’d better come see me because I’m very old and sick.” So her son came to see her. When he came into the door she tried to sing the song. She sang:
I’ll love you forever
I’ll like you for always…
But she couldn’t finish because she was too old and sick.

The son went to his mother. He picked her up and rocked her back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And he sang this song:
I’ll love you forever,
I’ll like you for always,
As long as I’m living
my Mommy you’ll be.
When the son came home that night, he stood for a long time at the top of the stairs.

Then he went into the room where his very new baby daughter was sleeping. He picked her up in his arms and very slowly rocked her back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while he rocked her he sang.
I’ll love you forever,
I’ll like you for always,
As long as I’m living
my baby you’ll be.

Here come the grooms (title stolen from Desiree)

I got home from work about a half an hour ago and went strait to the computer as always. I have not checked up on my friends at myspace in quite awhile and found some happy news from Desiree. Tonight Briceson asked his boyfriend Jon (of 7 years) to marry him. I was so happy when I heard the news. I am so glad that Briceson has come back into my life at such a happy time in his own life.

I gave my first presentation in my Oral interpretations class Friday. The first presentation was a reading of a children's story. I picked Love You Forever by Robert Munsch. The trick to telling the story was no pictures and only my body and a typed script of the text as props. At first I thought I had picked a book too challenging for what I had to accomplish. But I proceeded with my selection. I am not sure what grade I received, but I wowed my audience and I made them laugh.

LOL

Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha

Hittn' da books

I have been very busy with school and work and home things. Surprisingly have haven't really had much homework at all. Reading assignments but not even as much reading as I expected. 'Why is she complaining?' you ask. Well if I have little amounts of homework now then oh boy midterm here we go. It seems then pile up later.

But over all everything is going well. Still like the apartment close to work, still like my job position, and still like attending Metro.

Busy Busy Busy

I am so busy just letting you all know that I am ok just busy. I will write something else soon.

Travel Map

This map shows where I have traveled in the USA. Create your own by clicking on this link http://www.world66.com/myworld66
My dad likes to tell me that I have been to more states. I only counted ones I remember being in and not ones that we only drove through. I had to spend a significant amount of time there. I have been to 4 corners but did not include Arizona as somewhere I visited... The corner doesn't count.

I'm trying to keep you up

Andy and I went to 'The taste of Colorado' today before I had to go to work. 'The taste of Colorado is an event where you can try different foods in the Denver area. It was pretty fun. One thing that I didn't like was that is was so crowded that people bumped into me. I had some funnel cake and this guy pushed me and it fell on his shoe. He had powdered sugar all over his shoe ha ha ha!

Then I went to work... It was so busy because of the holiday... but thats what happens at the grocery store around any holiday. I was in a decent mood until my manager Sue told me had had to switch back to wearing the company uniform. In my job position they were letting me dress nice and not wear the butt ugly uniform polo. I went out and bought a lot of clothing that I could wear to work too. It's not a total waste though; I still can wear the clothing outside of work. I still was very unhappy though because my work outfits was one of my favorite part of work... I felt confident and independent. And then I got stuck in a register for most of the night. Don't get me wrong I like checking but not near the holiday when people are grumpy and rude and super impatient.

Well I am home now so I need to complain no more and go to bed.

Picture :)

Ben, Mom & Michael

Ben

My brother Benjamin was born December 22, 1982. This would be 2 years, 9 months and 10 days after I was born. I don't remember how I felt when he was born but I hear stories about how I thought he was not a permanent fixture in our household. Something about how Santa Clause had left and probably my Christmas presents were starting to get old and un-exciting, the Christmas tree was being taken down but this baby my baby budder as I called him was still there...hum. Ben and I where really close growing up even though we probably got on each others nerves a lot too. But what are siblings for right?
I love this picture of Ben. He is just so cute. It is hard for me to believe that he will be 21 in a few months. It fell like just yesterday I was 21. Ok so it was almost 2 years, 9 months and 10 days ago (well sorta but you get the picture.)
I am very proud of him, he is very smart and super talented in almost everything I thought I was talented in. And most of all I love my baby budder and I am glad he didn't disappear with Christmas 1984.

Who needs a title?

Today I had my very long class that I only have on Friday. The class is from 12:00pm till 2:50pm. We got out of class early today and I figured I would be waiting for the bus for a little while.... But I waited an extremely long time for an extremely late bus. While I waited I watched a group of men playing soccer in the nearby playing field. Some men had on green jerseys and some had on orange so I figured it was probably a practice or something so while watching them I started to forget how late the bus was.

Finally when the bus showed up I was almost afraid to get on, the bus driver looked pissed. Sure enough the bus driver was one of those drivers that I say "Can't Drive"! By the end of by bus ride I felt horrible but I wouldn't say bus sick. He made up for running late by driving fast and running red lights.

I like to look at things out the window while I am on a bus. Sometimes you get to see interesting things and I always think 'Hey I should write about that in my blog' but I usually forget as soon as I sit down and place my hands on the keys. Same thing when I think of a marvelous thought that others might like to hear. I guess if it was truly important I would have remembered it.