tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20972976970810747592011-11-27T18:40:03.349-06:00I am twenty-fhhgfdnblrt years old (I'll tell you when I reach 30... no I won't), married and have TWO munchkins. But I'm more than a wife and mother. And I have to remind myself of that every. single. day. Because I have other things I'd like to accomplish in a day (and in life) besides teaching nursery rhymes or making dinner. And occasionally I like to bitch about stuff. So there.Lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17009625262713049779noreply@blogger.comBlogger171100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097297697081074759.post-44805543374240953782011-07-10T22:48:00.000-05:002011-07-10T22:48:40.671-05:00

That's what Bruce said today when we informed him that the loud noise coming from the sky was not huge trucks but thunder. So I gave him the most scientific explanation I could think of. And he just kind of stared at me like " WTF, lady?"t us. Ah. OK, I can do a better job at giving him the facts. But I guess I was just a bit flustered at hearing such nonsense. Even he Bible doesn't say that.

Lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17009625262713049779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097297697081074759.post-79112859129377153622011-03-30T11:07:00.000-05:002011-03-30T11:07:16.797-05:00

I lack focus. I am like a fish drawn to shiny things. And there are lots of shiny things all over the place. It pains me to admit this. Because I can be very focused. When I have the drive. If the drive comes around. But lately that drive has turned into a stall. I am forever in my parking spot watching everyone pull out of the parking lot and drive away having a merry ol' time. And I'm just

Lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17009625262713049779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097297697081074759.post-40648483719702121972010-06-15T21:23:00.003-05:002010-06-15T21:24:02.792-05:00

OK, had to share. Super cute cover: http://www.youtube.com/user/1ch3nt31#p/f/1/mo6xkHasPGY

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So why flies in the background? Because all I can think about lately is flies. They're all over the dang place! I open the door: zoom! 5 of 'em in the kitchen. And it seems they know. THEY KNOW I HATE THEM. And I have fly blood on my hands! They knooooow!! And they're after me.After I swat at them they come back with a vengeance. They want to taunt me and show me that I can't get them.

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And I'm a perfectaholic. Now, not saying I'm perfect. FAAAAAR from that.I suffer from "nevergoodenough-itis". It's actually pretty common but people don't like admitting it. It's like herpes. But less itchy. Not that I know what herpes is like... umm... awkward turtle... (really, I don't).Its funny that this would have been a great disease to have say... 8 years ago! Like when I was in college.

Lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17009625262713049779noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097297697081074759.post-53394113161983496182009-12-18T16:43:00.001-06:002009-12-18T16:43:35.994-06:00

In the car, pretend driving w/ B in the drivers seat. Strangely, that sounds like everyday!

Lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17009625262713049779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097297697081074759.post-65659848308470891352009-11-04T22:04:00.003-06:002009-11-04T22:10:38.412-06:00

So today I was on this website: stuffwhitepeoplelike.com and I was having a grand 'ole time. And I laughed so hard at the post on camping. Sooooo much. I thought it was hilarious. And as I sat there doubled over in laughter, for a moment I felt like I could hear my mom laughing. And I realized I laugh just like her.I understand why for a long time I thought 'I know exactly how my sister and my

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I don't even know what the heck to write about! I have so much to put out there and my mind is so disorganized I really can't put many coherent thoughts together. Ok... I guess first things first. Everyone and their moms know, but because I hadn't announced it here: I'm 3 months pregnant with my second bebe. You know, we're super happy, couldn't be better, so excited, yadda, yadda, yadda... WHAT

Lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17009625262713049779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097297697081074759.post-74946858107804308942009-03-28T15:13:00.003-05:002009-03-28T15:19:50.509-05:00

I am reaaally happy because I've made some real FRIENDS. Like, not college buddies or smoking partners. Real, real friends and I'm so happy about it.It took me almost two years, but its enriched my life so much and I can only hope I've done the same for them.These women give me something worth leaving the house, they make beer playdates a lot of fun, talking about butt worms halfway pleasant,

Lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17009625262713049779noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097297697081074759.post-5488405072559008102008-12-22T20:53:00.004-06:002008-12-22T20:58:28.561-06:00

I met my now husband at 19 and we knew we'd get married after I finished college. Once I did that, the wedding was set to take place and while I was raising eyebrows for getting married so young, I was ok with it. Then a few months before the wedding, I found out I was pregnant. We've been married for almost a year and a half, I'm 24 now (my husband is 7 yrs. older) and my baby just turned 1. He

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So on Friday Bruce turned 1. And it was fuuuuun. We went to the park and he got to roam freely like never before. He got down and REAL dirty. I'm still trying to get his fingernails clean. He had dirt in his ears and hair. It was so cool.He really loved it!The whole week leading up to his birthday all I could think if was: "Last year at this time I was going to the hospital" or "I blacking out

Lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17009625262713049779noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097297697081074759.post-57827654746276241212008-12-22T20:40:00.004-06:002008-12-22T20:50:21.007-06:00

I have to say this has been the most emotional year of my life. And I'm not saying that it was dramatic. Just that every emotion I've had this year has felt like it was magnified by 10000000. Partly b/c the hormones and sleep deprivation and just getting married and having a kid make you feel that way.As 2008 comes to an end and my kiddo turns into a toddler, I just start thinking about all the

Lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17009625262713049779noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097297697081074759.post-42371971450248950122008-12-10T15:34:00.004-06:002008-12-10T15:38:58.481-06:00

We woke up this morning to the beautiful sight of snow. In Texas. Of course it wasn't feet and feet of snow. More like half an inch. But its still snow! And that made me happy because I'd finally get to break out that awesome coat I bought at Nautica last year on sale ($70! That's a steal! I wonder why? Oh, right. No one buys coats in TEXAS).So I wore my coat for a few hours, but now its 3:30 and

Lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17009625262713049779noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097297697081074759.post-25247612999886563012008-12-08T20:54:00.003-06:002008-12-08T21:47:55.186-06:00

Bruce has officially learned to climb sofas. And chairs. Ans anything close to the sofa he climbed. So now I'm finding myself finding him on a coffee table or on a magazine basket throwing CD cases off the rack. Or playing kind on the hill on a chair (which is incredibly cute).And I think, he's getting so big so fast and he's learning so much. Where does that put me? I mean, I just got out of

Lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17009625262713049779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097297697081074759.post-24730793493918808012008-12-08T14:14:00.002-06:002008-12-08T14:17:27.539-06:00

So, I'm not sure what really happened and the more I think about it the less creepy it seems.I was at HEB about half an hour ago with Bruce (of course). We were walking down the aisles and you know when you're with a baby you always get the "Oh, what a cutie!" and the random comments. Well, I stopped for a second to get something from my purse, and as I looked up, there was this guy in his late

Lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17009625262713049779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097297697081074759.post-40448625704625647432008-12-08T09:23:00.000-06:002008-12-08T09:38:02.417-06:00

So Bruce woke up early this morning. REALLY early. Apparently, he had to take a sh** and/or he is teething. So proceed to call mom and see what she can do about it.Gee, let me see. Hmm... NOTHING. This might have been at 4 AM. But I can't say for sure. All I know is it felt to early to be up on my feet. And that's usually not the problem. I can walk over to his room at night and nurse him back to

Lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17009625262713049779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2097297697081074759.post-90523951132900368882008-12-07T21:06:00.000-06:002008-12-07T21:24:10.983-06:00

What the hell am I doing catching up to this, like, eons later? I should have started doing this a while back. Probably while I was pregnant. And I thought about it. Like, "Oh, I should blog so I remember this or that". And then I'd think, "Oh, I have a great memory. Blog-shmog!".My memory is as good as that of a squirrel. I forget everything. Except for the main things related to survival (and

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