Three days a week and the Recap

Okay... so I've decided to switch around my whole vlogging ideals. It's never going to be a Friday again, lol: I have too much to say.

I've also come to a theory, just this second... I wonder if I can blog/vlog on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays and get away with it?

Monday Mingle, with a few Mumbles....Vlog n' Blog!

Wordless Wednesdays, that always ends up being not so Wordless.

And the Friday Recap, which tends to be long and boring.

I could do that. Could you do that? Like, I mean... could you read that much or that little every week and still like coming to my blog, assuming that you actually do like coming now...

It's a thought. And you'd get a lot more that way. I might even be able to do a lovely amount of photography for Wednesdays. I need to get you a picture of 13 1/2 St. is what I need to do...

So let's get on with the Friday recap as I contemplate this whole thrice a week thing.

Monday... nothing special.  Tried to make lasagna, forgot to take out the hamburger to thaw.
Tuesday, I worked. Got mad at Andrew because he was grouchy about taking me to work at 9 am, even though I wake up all the time to take him at 4. Laundry was done while I was gone, and the floor was vacuumed, and the dishes done. I think he felt bad. Tried to make lasagna. Had no ricotta cheese. Camp deployed for Afghanistan and Teresa spent the first of many lonely nights alone, poor girl.
Wednesday... nothing special. Played Sims. Drank orange juice. Ignored the laundry on the couch. Tried to make lasagna. Had no noodles. At this point, I was peeved.
Thursday, I worked. Ignored the laundry on the couch. Bought groceries at the commisary and REMEMBERED THE CHEESE, NOODLES, AND HAMBURGER! We ate frozen microwave dinners.

Today:

              I AM MAKING THAT DANGED LASAGNA!!!!

So frickin' there.

I'm planning on taking some to Teresa, along with some brownies, because she needs it. I don't know how well she'll take seeing Andrew, so I might leave him home.

Now, let me tell you about this here:

The Incredible Mrs. B is having a) a retro cooking month, and b) a give away today. I want to win this give away. It would be awesome. It's the chance to win a Fantasy Me custom digital portrait from Angelique's Art... and I would LOVE IT. I would love a lot of things, but this... this is awesome. If you dunno what a "custom digital portrait" would look like, go to Angelique's Deviant Art Gallery


If you'll excuse me, I need to go Tweet and follow and follow some more so I can win :)

I leave you with this:

Mattison and Masen, my Ducky and my Moose-moose <3

Wordless Wednesday, with a twist!

Musical Chairs

Helen | MySpace Video





To clarify:

Yes, this is my wedding reception, and yes, we are playing musical chairs.
I'm in the one in the white dress. Andrew has a white shirt and a green tie. He's 'conducting'.
My mom is the one with the halter top dress and flowers, my dad has on the brown vest.
Matt is in a black shirt and white tie. Ben's in a blue shirt, Phil's in a white shirt, he's pretty obvious. Mark is recording.

=D

Matt won, btw.

Christmas Pictures, again!

I have literally been sitting at the computer all day long, with this tab open, telling myself I am definitely going to post, I am, I am, I am...

And now it's 6 pm. I'm finally posting.

There's not much to tell you, really, besides how much I hate flying, and how much I wish going home meant walking across the road from Meg's to our apartment.

OH and go look at that link over there! The Lantana Ranch link! That's Leslie's new business venture: organic soaps, oils, candles and more! 

Here's more pics:

Ben was Santa this year.

He handed out the presents and we open them one at a time.

 

We're all supposed to wait and watch the next person unwrap... but Mattie's not there yet, lol.

 

 

Not my best pic... but it has my roasting pan in it!!

Steve is EVIL with tape. In this picture, he torments Phil as Phil tries to unwrap one of his monstrosities.

(Shortly after this pic was taken, Phil used his teeth)

 Heya, hot stuff <3

and Megum =D

Wordless Wednesday

As always, a little less than wordless.

I can't seem to get a good copy of the video, so indulge me and click .

It's a video of Mattison, somewhere between 6 months and 12 months, I'm thinking about 7 and a half actually. She's eating a pear and staring out the bedroom window :)


This is Megan, me, and Chels at my bridal shower. Meg's holding Mattison and the wee little blondie in the back there is Jana. Other than Jana, and Leslie who didn't come (yes, that's right, my mother in law didn't come to my bridal shower, because she had other things going on and couldn't find the time), those are all of the Adami girls so far!

NaBloWriMo Day 6: A very special post.

Today is October 6, 2009.

I know for most of the world it's just another day. Some people have anniversaries on this day, some have work, some have a party to go to, some are blogging, or sleeping, or washing clothes... and some people have birthdays on this day.


So I want to tell you about a certain little someone who was born two short years ago today, at 5:00 in the morning, after of night of long and involved labor. Now, I'm sure her mama tells this story differently, but I am Auntie, not Mama, although for a little while I was Mama-Auntie :)

It was about 1:00 in the afternoon on the 5 of October when Andrew and I were told Meg was in the beginning stages of labor. We were also told there was no rush really, but we should get there as soon as possible. At the time we were living in San Manuel, with my parents, with no car, no drivers' licenses, nothing. We called out of work and my mom flew us to Tucson. We went 80, I think, the entire way and someday, my bloggy buddies, I will give you a picture of the curves leading to San Manuel so you can see why 80 was probably a bad idea. But we got there, nonetheless, and Meggy was only just starting.

It was a long night. Mattie was already a week or two late, and as we had told her about 100 times, if she didn't hurry it up, we were coming in after her. Well... we had to go in after her. Meg was given pitocin, which brought on the contractions, which brought on the birth of a beautiful little girl. Now, I was not in the room. There were too many people, too much happening, and I ended up going with Andrew to Steve and Chelsey's to get what sleep we could. Andrew at the time was the asst. manager at Subway and was unable to call off the next day. So, he had to work at 8 am the next morning. We watched a scary movie, Steve, Chels, Ben, Phil, Andrew and I, and I slept on the couch between Andrew and Ben's feet O.o
At about 3 am, we headed back to the hospital to wait for the arrival of a certain little someone, and it was another two, torturous hours before Matt came out, beaming, and sweaty, and beaming, lol and said that she was here and she was beautiful, and that two people could go in at a time.

Andrew's dad was going to take him to work, an hour's drive from Tucson, and come back, so Chip and Andrew went in first. Besides the people in the delivery room (Rita-Meg's mom, Leslie-Matt's mom, Megan and Matt) Andrew was the first person to hold her. All of the boys held her, and we all melted right away. She was amazing, she was beautiful... and she was REAL. I don't think any of us really understood that yet. She was REAL, and she was hungry. But given that my dear sister in law was a 32DD with milk, she wasn't hungry for long.

I came in last, because I wanted everyone to be done with cooing and aww-ing and everything else. If everyone was done, they wouldn't care how much time I spent with her :) I held her last. I cried. I cried as hard as she did, I think, and as she laid there in the little rolling, plastic bassinet, wide awake, totally alert, and completely calm, I tickled her foot.

She kicked me. I tickled her foot again. She kicked me again, and gave me as mean a glare as a 2 hour old baby could muster.

That was two years ago. It was love at first kick, albeit differently for me than for Meg.

Happy birthday, Ducky. I love you as much as if you were my daughter, not my niece. I've loved you from the moment your mom got two lines, not one, and you are more special to me than anything else on this earth. I know that I'm far away, and I know that you might not remember me very much when I come home, but I miss you every second that we're away and I can't wait to see what a big girl you are when we come to visit for Christmas.

Love, Auntnie Helen

Pics of cute kids.

The title says it all. They're too cute to pass up, lol.

So, first we have the kids I've adopted as my nieces and nephew, the way I was adopted by their mom and aunts and grandma as family, too. They are Megan's oldest sister's children. This is Cora, she's 9:
This is Makaila, or just Kaila, and she's almost 7:

And finally,Robert, who goes by Bubba. He just turned 6:
Btw, Kaila and Bubba are only 10 1/2 months apart, lol, so yes, they are both 6 right now:


I also adopted Megan's little sister's son as my nephew. His name is Maurice, but we call him Moe. He'll be 3 in July:


We also have the daughter of my friend David, whom I've known since we were about 7 years old, also my adoptive niece, Harmony. She turns 2 in June.


Then of course, Mattison, my lovely little ducky, who is turning 2 in just about a week and a half:


and finally, Masen! He's due mid-February:



(Btw, that is Megan's tummy close to the end of her 5th month)

Antnie is the best name ever.

So I'm finally getting to write here. I think I've had this page sitting here for the past two hours or so, just waiting til I got sufficiently tired of doing whatever it is that I have been doing. Unfortunately, it wasn't so much getting tired of it as it was just getting most of it done. I've gone through three loads of laundry, washed dried and put away (almost-- towels are sitting to my left), three sinkfuls of dishes, made lunch, and you know, when I type it out, not too much... except that laundry means a five minute walk to the other side of the apt. complex with two jugs of detergent, a basket full of heavy towels and ACU's, and three loads means I've done that three times, in 83 F weather with 63% humidity... there's more water in the air than there's air in the air! It's like walking into a swamp cooler.

Andrew's battle buddy Jeff is here today, tonight, and probably also most of tomorrow. We're going to be playing World of Darkness, which is a roleplay similar to D&D, but set in a modern world, with modern limits and expectations. The fact that makes it a fantasy RPG is that it includes such things as vampires, werewolves, there's a mage section that we really haven't gotten into yet, prometheans which are something like Frankenstein, and just random other odd, creepy, scary occurances. It's games like this that make me realize how much I love my husband, in spite of and possibly because of the freaky weird things his brain can come up with: for instance, I recently played and had a nervous breakdown in the game, to the point that I took a shower and thought I saw blood instead of water. I ran screaming from the bathroom and climbed into bed, dripping... with water. And this is one of the less mean things he's offered Jeff and I, lol. But to think that he could think of things that scary makes me wonder exactly how bad his nightmares really are.

So, Meg is supposed to come out for training in Nashville in September, but I don't think she's gonna make it. I'm a little disappointed, I wanted to be able to show her some of the stuff around here, as well as take her to some of the museums, possibly the Bell Witch Cave, all that good stuff, plus my ducky was coming with her, and Lord knows, I need to see my ducky. That little girl is my whole life, and I miss her so much. I try not to think about it, because, just like now, it makes me cry. The day we left almost killed me, because we went over to Matt and Megan's to say goodbye and I woke Ducky up and held her for a while, and it was like she knew I was leaving because usually when you try to hold her for any period of time, she'll squirm away. After all, she's a big 2 year old girl and doesn't need to be held, but when I held her that morning, she tucked her arms in and layed her head down and held me right back for a good 10 minutes. Then Andrew came and it was time to go and I kissed her, and she heard someone say, "Go" and she perked right up and lifted her arms to me and said, "Antnie, go buh bye!" and I broke down. I was fine, I wasn't gonna cry and then wham, tears and tears and tears. Which brings me to the fact that if she can't come to me in September, I'll go to her for Ducky's birthday. She'll be a whole 2 on October 6, but I remember the day she was born like it was yesterday and the night before and the day before that (yes, it took that long, AND she was a week late). No... I need to see her again soon, but God help me when I try to leave again...

When I came back from Maryland, when I went to see Andrew during his 4 day, Meg and Ducky picked me up at the airport and she ran right to me, arms open wide, as I came down the stairs from the terminals, saying, "Antnie, Antnie, Antnie!" and I dropped two bags picking her up.


I suppose I should get off my butt and off of here, but I don't want to. I've been working all day, I should be allowed to relax, but I still have stuff to do. Then I'll take a break.