2 posts tagged “life”
Flagitious: 1.) Disgracefully or shamefully criminal; grossly wicked; scandalous; -- said of acts, crimes, etc. ;; 2.) Guilty of enormous crimes; corrupt; profligate; -- said of persons. ;; 3.) Characterized by enormous crimes or scandalous vices; as “flagitious times.”
Flagitious is dictionary.com’s word of the day today. And I just found it ironic because of something that I heard today. Kind of a funny story actually. My cousin has been dating this boy (my husband’s cousin, as luck would have it), for a little over a year now. Well. My aunt told her 2 daughters and her daughter’s boyfriend that if all of the doors were locked and they couldn’t get into the house, to try to go through one of the windows. Well today, Jimi (my cousin’s boyfriend, my husband’s cousin) got to the house before everyone got home and he doesn’t have a key. Well, he had to get into the house somehow so he tried all of the doors (all locked). So then, he was trying all of the windows. A woman who
works at a business across the street from my aunt’s house, saw him trying the windows and called the police. Jimi was put in handcuffs and shackles and detained in a police car until they could reach my aunt on her cell phone. Now, this may not seem as funny to you as it does to me, but then I guess that you would have to know my family and Jimi.
I've taken note that I complain too much here. I'm going to stop. Other than Jimi's near-jail incident, little happened today. I did learn something about myself though. You see, I had a breastfeeding class tonight (first baby, thought I'd give it a shot...that is, until I get bit). And I've realized that since I got pregnant, it's quite a bit harder to embarrass me ... or for me to embarrass myself. Talking about nipples and adjusting a doll into the various nursing positions (complete with squishing our boobs into a "breast sandwich") would normally devastate me into climbing under my chair and hiding my face behind my pamphlets.
[ I will admit though that I did turn red and snicker a little bit when the woman pulled out a stuffed boob and pulled a string on the back to show us the difference between a "good" nursing nipple, a flat nipple, and an inverted nipple. ]
Oh, and I almost ran someone over today on my way home from my breastfeeding class. He was walking (in the dark) in a black jacket and I almost didn't see him. Stupid Lucky kid.
Okay, I did have this really stupid post in here a few minutes ago about absolutely nothing. So, I deleted it and decided to start over and write about something with substance. Now, in that post, I'd said that I'd left my camera cord at my house, 180 miles away from where I'm currently staying (my parents' house). Well, I lied. Okay, I didn't lie, I was just wrong. I found my camera cord in the bottomless pit that is my purse. So, now I have photos that were taken today, and at my baby shower, and just at various times throughout the past few months. I'm going to start taking pictures more often. That was the point of bugging my DH for my new camera at Christmastime and now I'm going to use it just like I said I would. So, I was looking through the pictures on my camera, and I thought...Wow. Altogether, these would make a pretty cool "About My Life" post. So, if you feel the need and think that you can stand the boring abyss that is my life, read on =].
Okay, moving on. I grew up in Pennsylvania, in a little town that, again I'm not revealing the name of because I don't want anyone to know
I have an amazing family and I love them. I would do anything for any of them. We're kind of a small unit, but we're close. I only have one sibling, a sister. She's a little nuts, but fantastic to have a laugh with, which I do pretty much every day. We're pretty close, we're only a year and a half apart in age, though I can't really say the same about maturity lol. Depending on what day you see us, I'd have to leave it up to you to decide who was the more mature one. We're pretty much alike and we're told that we look like twins. I disagree. My parents both work very hard. My mom cooks and my dad welds. They've always held full time jobs and taught my sister and I, from an early age, that "Money doesn't grow on trees." You get what you deserve. Work for what you want. Of course, there was the occasional gift that we didn't work for...okay maybe not so occasional but I know now that you have to work to get what you need. =] My parents both joke that they are too young to be grandparents (they are quite young, actually...40 and 36). But they are excited all the same.
Our family pets consist of 2 cats. As you can see from the captions on their pictures, their names are Lilo and Klause. Lilo is a 3 (or so) year old fatcat calico that we found wandering around outside our house before we moved to the outskirts. We moved her in because we felt bad and we were feeding her all of the time anyway. So she got
a free pass in our front door and she pretty much just hung around and made her way into our hearts. I will say she is quite vicious though. She goes storming into my parents' room every morning at 6 or 7, sharp (if she hasn't already been in there sleeping all night, and proceeds to bite them on their noses until they get up and feed her. Klause was also a stray. However, he's more of a wildcat. We got him after we moved to the outskirts. He was only a few weeks old (I think 6?) and he was really really sick. We had recently brought in a kitten that was sick as well (Klause's sister, Sassy.) and she died not long after we brought her in. Klause however, as you can see did not die as a kitten. He is an insane housecat who thinks he's out in the wild...probably Africa or something. He's always tearing around the house after someone some toy or other, or Lilo. I'm pretty certain that he thinks that he's a lion. He's a bit nuts too. He's always trying to get someone and he will come out from underneath of the TV stand, out from behind the couch, or down from the top of the refrigerator to bite your feet when you least expect it.
The rest of my family...well there's not a whole lot to tell. Actually there is, but I wouldn't know where to start anyway. My mom has 5 brothers and sisters. My dad has 2 brothers, and their parents are great. My mom's dad died when I was 6, of a heart attack. I can still remember him though, as strange as that is. One of my mom's sisters died a few years back from cervical cancer. Our whole family was really torn up. She was an amazing person, but we'll never forget her. I used to be really close with my whole family, but we've grown kind of distant. My cousins are growing up and they have their own things going on, and they used to be 2 of my closest friends. Same with my sister. She has a lot more going on, but what sets her apart from the cousins is we get closer every day. I will admit that there's some people in my family that I'm not entirely fond of. But I would never say that I hated them or anything like that. Family is Family, whether you like it or not.
As far as interests go, I like crafts and I'm interested in home decorating...but we're renting our apartment so I really can't do anything serious...but I'm always looking for ways to make the place a little homier.
Now, as for my current situation. I am 35 weeks and 6 days pregnant. I'm staying with my parents because I don't know any of the doctors who work near my new home. So, I'm staying at the 'rents house until I have this baby. Then I'll be going back home. Home is a relative term for me these days, as it doesn't stay rooted in one place. My home is wherever my mom, my dad, my sister, my husband, and soon to be my son are. I'd follow them anywhere.
Well, that's pretty much it. If you think I left anything out that should have been in there, please let me know =]
