forgot to mention!

i TOTALLY forgot to mention something very very important.

well, john and i have been together going on 2 1/2 years now, and the entire time john promised that he would buy me a house and we would live the white picket fenced life....

now, i know things seem like a long time coming, and it has, and life has it's way of getting in the way, but with this new job coming up in florida things will finally be going right, AND john is buying me a house AND i also get my own personal scappers oasis where i can work and expand my business. so i've been doing some serious planning on the house, flooring, painting, the whole shabang, but i've also been putting a ton of effort into my scrapping room. john said i can have anything i want....and i deffinitly don't doubt him, when we moved into our apartment, he said i could have any furniture i wanted. we went to ikea and 3 day trips later i had everything my little heart desired. that's one great thing about john. when he makes a promise he will do his damnest to follow through with it.

anyway, back to my scappers oasis.

since i'll have an entire room to myself i'll need some furniture, since at the moment i'm scrapping out a toy storage unit, and some tupperware containers and a few boxes.

i haven't decided on colors yet, but i'm thinking a royal purple would be nice (just a racing stripe through the center of the egg shell white walls....) but i'm not quite sure....here is some furniture that i've found that i think would work great storage wise, and would also look good since i will have clients in and out of the room.

cheap costumes, department store trick or treating and sugar rushes...ahh halloween.

i haven't written in a while, and that's because i've been on hiatus. i'm trying to clear my scrapping and writing phyci (spelling?) and so far it hasn't been working, so i'm just going to update you on life as i know it anyway.
well, today we went to walmart for a costume contest, we got there about a minute late, and they were already judging alejandro's age group. i wasn't too concerned, i mean they are handing out 15 dollar gift cards for christ sake. alejandro's costume cost me more then that. what pissed me off, however, was the look one of the associates gave my mother when she called his name (he was a judge, and my mom works at walmart btw). it was one of those, what? i know you so you expect me to choose your grandkid? looks. that wasn't the point, it was just to acknowledge that he was there....it's a fucking kid's costume contest they dont' know the damn difference, don't blow him off though like you're fucking god. anyway. i'm ranting about someone that is not worth the effort, but on one last bitchy note i'd like to say that he smells, he sweats miserably, he needs to buy clothes in his size, he needs to stop thinking he's god's gift to women, needs to stop flirting with woman, and playing favorites with the one who do and treat the one's who don't like shit.....it's noone else's fault but he's own that he married an ugly old dutch boy looking fat ass and had two retard kids who need a good boot up their ass. god didn't make your wife an alcoholic and you shouldn't blame him for letting your wife drink during her pregnancy and now your kid sees everything upside down. oh, and i hope that bitch did come out pregnant with your kid and you get fired for fratenization and you go to court for not taking that girl's sexual harrasment chargest seriously, and you get in trouble for being too close to that other dumb bitch.ok i'm done.
ANNNNEEEEEEEEEEEWAAAAAAAY....
we did a little pretrick or treating around walmart, after about 20-30 minutes he looked beat so we left. when we got home, i made a stupid decision to let him have an m and m and one piece of a fruit gummy. how was i to know that for a kid that's never had candy before this would be the
equivilant to giving him the keys to willy wonka's chocolate factory? after 30 minutes of pure bouncing around throwing him self about and biting me (yea, he's a viscious one) i finally got tired of it, stuck him in his crib gave him a bottle and walked into the living room. five minutes later he was out (thank god). i don't have to be hit over the head twice to learn my lesson so he's not getting any candy tomorrow. we're still going trick or treating, but i'll be damned if he sees any riches from his trotting around town. he won't know the difference. i'll just let john get to the bucket when he gets home and give the rest to the kids.
in other news, not much has been going on. i shaved my head cuz my hair was falling out like a cancer patient's (due to stress). and things have been rough around here. we're hoping to get john's letter in the mail any day now. things have to get better when there is no going any lower. i know i just have to be patient and something good will occur. i know my life is meant for more. i'm going to get my break with my writing or scrapbooking, or a break in general. i can't be mediocore. i can't live my life going from one shit job to the next. i've always aspired for big things. i can't sit around and let someone else succeed while my life amounts to minimum wage like my mother did for my father. maybe it's sucess when you support someone enough to let them follow their dreams and sacrifice your own for their benifit, and yea the pay off is my mother will retire stinkin rich, and she's living cozy now, but i don't want that type of sucess...i'm greedy, i want my own success...i want my own five minutes in the sun...i don't want to go to bed tired from too many jobs, my hands smelling like bleach, my mind spinning on all the things i could have been. i don't want to give up who i am, and i don't think i should have to...
one day at a time. i'm going to get a break. i know it.
i have the drive.
it's just a matter of waiting to see if anyone else notices it.

blast from the past.

Hello all,
Well…let’s see what’s been going on…
The baby is well, but now I’m the one that looks like she should be hooked up to an IV it’s all gravy though, I don’t feel as bad as I look which I guess is a plus.
Far as packing goes, half of my kitchen is officially packed! Everything I don’t use on a regular basis is stored away, most of the living room is packed, and I’ve yet to start on either the bedroom or bathroom. There really isn’t much bedroom wise, we don’t even have a dresser (big closet) so when we buy our house in Florida our bedroom is going to be kinda…empty.
John and I have already sat down and have had a serious discussion of how we are going to design our first home (we’re an old fart couple I swear). A part of me doesn’t want to do anything to the house really except add some paint because I know we’ll be moving again, but another party of me is saying “go for it Danielle! It’s your FIRST house together! Do what you want! At least you’ll have the memories!”
I don’t know if we should just wait till we buy a home we’re going to settle in, or what, but that could be years away from now.
In other news, I hate working, but it seems as if that may be the plan when we move. I was thinking I could do that, or I could just continue scrap to order and maybe start my own line of embellishments…what do you think? I was thinking of doing flowers…different types…paper, wood, material, felt button, I don’t know yet, any ideas ladies?
Otherwise there is no new news…still planning our wedding as if it’s going to happen, which at this point I don’t see why not, but hopeful thinking is not always the best thing to lean on. If we do have it, we’ll be depending on the money we save within that year, because income tax and the money we have saved up is gone. Trying to keep it DIY that way I can cut on cost, still in Puerto Rico :le sigh: .
Well, I smelly the smelly smell of something that smells, and his name is Alejandro.
Chaio

smashbox primer. go buy some.

jinxed much?

so i feel sorta bad. i got into it with my dad yesterday over the baby, only to have to go to the dr.'s office anyway. the baby has strep throat now. i don't know what the hell is wrong with him...it's like one thing after another. first it was pneumonia, but his pediatrician said he didn't have it, and it was just a stomach virus....and he got over that yesterday, only to get a strep throat while he was recovering from the virus. i am up to my head in stress. my hair keeps falling out and i am just an utter crap-0la looking wreck.
i need a vacation from my life
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this entire week he's been acting odd, sleeping without a fight, sleeping excessively, being a little too whiny, crying for no apparent reason.
so today i feel him after a particularly long cry, and he feels a bit warm. so i take his temperature and it's 99.9, i wait about half an hour later or so, and take his temperature again. I look at it, shake my head, "that's gotta be wrong", i take it again, yup 102.6
i get the shakes, and two minutes later my mother is over saying, don't panic it's OK, we'll just take him to the emergency room. MY BABY, my sweet little (sometimes a big pain in the ass) gorgeous baby is sick! of course i start thinking about what i did wrong, what i didn't do, as my mother walks over to the bathroom, tips him a little bit over the sink, and lets him vomit like the exorcist incarnate. twice mind you. how she knew, i'll never know.
so after throwing on some decent clothing, putting my hair in a horrible rushed bun (and a hat for good measure) we're out the door.
off topic, but i hate hospitals, always have always will and i avoid them at all possible cost.
we sign in, not even a minute later we're called in, and he's acting normal and curious and completely fine. one throat culture, nose swab, chest x-ray, and blood test later we find out he has a pneumonia in his right lung....

thankfully it didn't spread to both, but that put me in a low mood. i know, i know, sickness is unavoidable in children, they are bound to get sick eventually, but that doesn't mean i can't feel shitty about it. anyway. by this time he hates me, and after he gives me the dirtiest look i've ever seen and refuses to go with me, my heartbroke 100x more then any man has ever done. so i sat quietly, and held him down quietly (again) when the nurse came in with his antibiotic shot...which honestly i was a little grateful for. it hurt him pretty bad, so mommy was just what the Dr ordered after a minute or two. i gave him his pacifier, sang a sesame street song out of tune, and he fell asleep in my arms.

he has to be on antibiotics for a while, but he's fine and everything is going to be ok. we were suppose to go see his orthopedic Dr for his club foot tomorrow, but i don't want to take him out in the cold, and i want to follow up with his pediatrician anyway.

i think what made the situation even more shitty was the fact that i was just irritable today. i woke up feeling crappy myself and was about as cranky as him.
i know i was sharp with him, and i know i didn't know, but still it's kinda like getting into an argument with someone then finding out they died the next hour or something. ok, so it's not that extreme but you get my point.
it's been one hell of a day...didn't get any of my work done, spent all day in the hospital, and i still feel like shit. god please make this week go by faster!!!! i need john home so i can at least rest for a few hours, or i can at least have someone help me wash a dish or two. i can't wait till he's home every night, and not 6days a month

hiDEEho

well, it's been a tiring week. the week i spent in nyc truly threw off my schedule and i am super behind. i have one book almost done, one book...worked on...and one book...well, we just won't go there.
sometimes i wonder how i do it all, i need some ADD meds, that would get me all zippy like lol. Today is the battle of the bands for Kasey's school, fun times, taking the baby so that should be interesting. things are looking up. i have these three orders I'm turning in on Friday (completely forgot that i can't give it to her on Thursday because i have to take the baby to his orthopedic Dr.) so that gives me an extra day to finish up, and then i have 1 definite order, and one maybe order that may become definite come Monday, but i have to wait to find out. hopefully. anyway, no new news really. Alejandro is sleeping, getting big, I'm working on his alphabet with him, and potty training. i know it's a little early to be potty training, but he's actually taking a liking to the toilet, and that's what i want so it's easier to train him "for real for real" when he's older.
OK enough for now
i have to shower and get ready to go to this thingy.

PS
how cool is this?