Time is going by so fast! It's been awhile since I've updated this thing. In fact, it took a lot of searching to even find the dang thing. But find it I did. Which is good. Because otherwise, how would you, our wonderful fans, find out that I'm PREGNANT?! Facebook, you say? Twitter, you say? Well, stop talking you're ruining my excitement.
Anyway, we're due April 9th. Hopefully we'll get another ultrasound in the next few weeks. I love seeing our little Squirtle.
Ambrose is going to be an amazing daddy. Honestly, I feel he'll be a more patient parent than I will. He's very good with children.
The whole family seems pretty happy to be welcoming a new little one.
Not much else has been going on in our lives. We're in school. Looking for work. Living in Ambrose's hometown still. Mom has moved in with us and brought the two dogs. So now we have a total of three dogs, mom, Ambrose, and I living under the same roof. It's been going well though. I know mom is safer here than in D-Town (hear about all the shootings recently?!) and with her health declining it made us feel better to go ahead and have her move in with us.
The dogs for sure are very happy here. They love going outside and Big Dumb Golden is extremely excited to see the neighborhood kids walking home form school. They all adore him and give him lots of loving.
Not much else to update on right now I suppose.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Sooo
It's time to update this bad boy. Things are going pretty good...we're both working! Yay! I've been working on photos more and more, editing them as well as taking them. I really enjoy it.
I'm hoping that we will be moving to D Town by August. Anyway, this is just to let everyone know we're doing good. Things are looking up. I'm working with my mother in law which is actually awesome!
I'll try to do a photo post soon.
I'm hoping that we will be moving to D Town by August. Anyway, this is just to let everyone know we're doing good. Things are looking up. I'm working with my mother in law which is actually awesome!
I'll try to do a photo post soon.
Friday, April 8, 2011
Worrying works! 90% of the things I worry about never happen.
Haven't updated this in a bit! Yesterday Ambrose and I went to Mattoon. Ambrose needed to get some stuff done for school and his license renewed. The only pretty exciting thing to happen on that trip was that Ambrose found out he's actually pretty close to being able to transfer to University. I'm so proud of him. He's pre med for those of you who don't know and this is just one step closer to him having his dream career!
We had a good time in Texas. Now Jethro has moved back to Illinois!
Lampshade, my younger brother I don't know if I've ever written about, had a seizure the other day. Scared us half to death. They think it was stress related. His wife looked so scared, poor thing.
Ambrose and I are still job hunting so if anyone knows of anyone hiring please let me know!
I really can't think of anything to write. Nothing much has been going on in our lives. Did some crafting and I have a few projects saved that I'd like to do soon. I just need a safety pin for one so I can make an awesome new bag.
http://www.leethal.net/zine/?p=1344
It's made from a t shirt, involves no sewing, and looks pretty cute! I think I'm going to use one of my tan t shirts from the Army to make one. I might add some things to it to personalize it though. If it works out I'll post pictures of it here.
I hope everyone has been doing okay! I'll try to do a better post soon.
-Erma
We had a good time in Texas. Now Jethro has moved back to Illinois!
Lampshade, my younger brother I don't know if I've ever written about, had a seizure the other day. Scared us half to death. They think it was stress related. His wife looked so scared, poor thing.
Ambrose and I are still job hunting so if anyone knows of anyone hiring please let me know!
I really can't think of anything to write. Nothing much has been going on in our lives. Did some crafting and I have a few projects saved that I'd like to do soon. I just need a safety pin for one so I can make an awesome new bag.
http://www.leethal.net/zine/?p=1344
It's made from a t shirt, involves no sewing, and looks pretty cute! I think I'm going to use one of my tan t shirts from the Army to make one. I might add some things to it to personalize it though. If it works out I'll post pictures of it here.
I hope everyone has been doing okay! I'll try to do a better post soon.
-Erma
Saturday, March 26, 2011
A story
I do have a few ideas in mind on new posts, but I just haven't sat down to write them yet. So to tide you over...a short story.
Last night I went outside to have a few drags on a cigarette, don't judge me. It was dark, chilly, and I was tired. I heard a loud rustling in the leaves along side the house. I froze, listening, to what sounded like a gigantic animal making it's way past me. While I listened I also heard bells jingling. Logically, I thought what any sane person would, a reindeer was in the yard. Finally, I saw a cat, staring at me with gigantic saucer like eyes.
Okay, now you can judge me.
-Erma
Last night I went outside to have a few drags on a cigarette, don't judge me. It was dark, chilly, and I was tired. I heard a loud rustling in the leaves along side the house. I froze, listening, to what sounded like a gigantic animal making it's way past me. While I listened I also heard bells jingling. Logically, I thought what any sane person would, a reindeer was in the yard. Finally, I saw a cat, staring at me with gigantic saucer like eyes.
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| Not Actual Cat |
Okay, now you can judge me.
-Erma
Monday, March 7, 2011
Be vewwy quiet - I'm shish hunting.
Hello,
So um ... How's the family?
If you can't tell yet, I don't have much experience writing in these kind of things. So please, bear with me.
A moment ago, I was doing a load of laundry. Exciting, right? Well I was afraid I wasn’t going to have enough hangers for what I had dried. But lo and behold, I had just enough. So that was my victory for the day. You know, aside from waking up next to the beautiful Erma.
I think I’ll use this time for a little show and tell.
I don’t remember what the fish in this story looked like, so let’s pretend it looked like this.
I had a fish. It was a really cool fish. It died. The end.
Ok, now time for the slightly more grown up version. But only slightly.
Once, when I was a child, my family had a fish tank in the living room. In this fish tank, was some water, a few fish, and maybe some of those little fish tank pebbles and one of those little fish castles. Well one day, I guess I got it in my head that I wanted to play with the fish and pet them. I was bored with just tapping on the glass and seeing if they looked. So I climbed up to the tank (I was small and it was on some kind of stand). I reached my hand down inside and pulled out my favorite fish. I think it was a baby shark. I believe that’s what someone told me back then. I didn’t then, nor do I now, know anything about fish. So for all I know, it really was a baby shark. Well I looked at it in my hands for a moment, and then I heard someone coming. I got scared and I think I fell back off the stand. As I fell, I instinctively threw out my hands, and of course the fish/shark … “fark” ? No, no … That doesn’t sound quite appropriate. “Shish” ? Yes, I think we’ll go with that. Anyway, the shish of course fell to the floor. I got scared, because I knew someone was coming, and I guess I knew that I wasn’t supposed to be randomly pulling fish out of their tanks. So I kicked the poor little thing under the stand. I don’t remember what happened after that.
To this day, I don’t know what happened to the shish. I often wonder if there is a tiny shish skeleton lying on the floor of that old house. But I don’t want to go knock on the door and ask the current residents if I can go “Shish skeleton hunting”. Would that be considered paleontology? No, I think that’s just dino’s. How old are fish? Sharks have never evolved, right? Oh, this reminds me of a show and tell story from grade school. We had to bring in 100 of something. Not sure why. Maybe we were learning to count to 100. But anyway, I went home and I was so excited. But soon I was frantically searching through my toys. For the life of me, I couldn’t find anything I had that I had 100 of. I looked at my toy cars, my Lego’s, everything. In my desperation, I started counting one thing as two. When that didn’t work, I began the tactic of combining things like 90 toy cars, and 10 Lego’s.
The moral of these stories is simple. #1 - Don’t buy a child something he/she can drown with air. I’ve never heard a story of a time when a kid desperately wanted to swim with his/her cat or dog and held it under the water till it died. So buy them something they can pet without killing it. Probably a good idea. #2 - Always buy your children 100 of everything. Because you never know.
Sincerely,
Ambrose
P.S. - I feel like I’m in the witness protection program. I feel like I should be testifying against some big time mobster.
So um ... How's the family?
If you can't tell yet, I don't have much experience writing in these kind of things. So please, bear with me.
A moment ago, I was doing a load of laundry. Exciting, right? Well I was afraid I wasn’t going to have enough hangers for what I had dried. But lo and behold, I had just enough. So that was my victory for the day. You know, aside from waking up next to the beautiful Erma.
I think I’ll use this time for a little show and tell.
I don’t remember what the fish in this story looked like, so let’s pretend it looked like this.
I had a fish. It was a really cool fish. It died. The end.
Ok, now time for the slightly more grown up version. But only slightly.
Once, when I was a child, my family had a fish tank in the living room. In this fish tank, was some water, a few fish, and maybe some of those little fish tank pebbles and one of those little fish castles. Well one day, I guess I got it in my head that I wanted to play with the fish and pet them. I was bored with just tapping on the glass and seeing if they looked. So I climbed up to the tank (I was small and it was on some kind of stand). I reached my hand down inside and pulled out my favorite fish. I think it was a baby shark. I believe that’s what someone told me back then. I didn’t then, nor do I now, know anything about fish. So for all I know, it really was a baby shark. Well I looked at it in my hands for a moment, and then I heard someone coming. I got scared and I think I fell back off the stand. As I fell, I instinctively threw out my hands, and of course the fish/shark … “fark” ? No, no … That doesn’t sound quite appropriate. “Shish” ? Yes, I think we’ll go with that. Anyway, the shish of course fell to the floor. I got scared, because I knew someone was coming, and I guess I knew that I wasn’t supposed to be randomly pulling fish out of their tanks. So I kicked the poor little thing under the stand. I don’t remember what happened after that.
To this day, I don’t know what happened to the shish. I often wonder if there is a tiny shish skeleton lying on the floor of that old house. But I don’t want to go knock on the door and ask the current residents if I can go “Shish skeleton hunting”. Would that be considered paleontology? No, I think that’s just dino’s. How old are fish? Sharks have never evolved, right? Oh, this reminds me of a show and tell story from grade school. We had to bring in 100 of something. Not sure why. Maybe we were learning to count to 100. But anyway, I went home and I was so excited. But soon I was frantically searching through my toys. For the life of me, I couldn’t find anything I had that I had 100 of. I looked at my toy cars, my Lego’s, everything. In my desperation, I started counting one thing as two. When that didn’t work, I began the tactic of combining things like 90 toy cars, and 10 Lego’s.
The moral of these stories is simple. #1 - Don’t buy a child something he/she can drown with air. I’ve never heard a story of a time when a kid desperately wanted to swim with his/her cat or dog and held it under the water till it died. So buy them something they can pet without killing it. Probably a good idea. #2 - Always buy your children 100 of everything. Because you never know.
Sincerely,
Ambrose
P.S. - I feel like I’m in the witness protection program. I feel like I should be testifying against some big time mobster.
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Photography takes an instant out of time, altering life by holding it still.
I have a new addiction. Editing Photos. I've started quite the collection on Facebook, mostly pictures of Ambrose and I. It's my way of scrap booking since I can't afford that hobby anymore. At least not right now. Honestly, this is fine. Eventually, I'll start printing the pictures, and start our family album. I love photos. I really do. I love looking back at pictures from years ago and thinking about the day that was captured, the feelings I had then, the texture of whatever shirt I was wearing. Mostly though, I'm so happy with my life right now, that I'm trying to capture it because I hope one day that Ambrose and my children (or even grand children) will look at the album. I hope that they get to have even a portion of the happiness we feel because it'd be enough.
I had a job interview recently. I'm not going to say the name because I'm not stupid, I know companies google their names, but it's the pharmacy of a well known store. The Mart of Walls if you catch my drift. Ambrose should hear back from Call Center this coming week, they said they're waiting on back ground checks and then will be calling in for drug tests. I told him to not pick up a drug habit just in case. So basically, it's a waiting game right now. We're both praying that we get jobs soon so that we'll be one step closer to getting our apartment. Which is one step closer to creating our home together. Which is one step closer to every other dream we have.
In other thoughts, please keep my baby sister Saige in your thoughts. She has some difficult decisions to make and they're life changing ones. She needs guidance through this time and I wish I could make it easier on her but I can't. I can only be there for her and pray. I wish that I could say that life gets easier, little sister, but it doesn't. Life is complicated and sometimes down right sucks, BUT, there are people who make it so worth the ride. I know that you are a strong and beautiful young woman, even if you don't feel like it, and you'll find the happiness you're seeking. Keep your chin up, baby sister! We're always here for you!
In other thoughts, please keep my baby sister Saige in your thoughts. She has some difficult decisions to make and they're life changing ones. She needs guidance through this time and I wish I could make it easier on her but I can't. I can only be there for her and pray. I wish that I could say that life gets easier, little sister, but it doesn't. Life is complicated and sometimes down right sucks, BUT, there are people who make it so worth the ride. I know that you are a strong and beautiful young woman, even if you don't feel like it, and you'll find the happiness you're seeking. Keep your chin up, baby sister! We're always here for you!
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| My beautiful baby sister -Erma |
Monday, February 28, 2011
There is no remedy for love but to love more.
Today has been pretty uneventful. Ambrose and I made our to the bank so we could open our joint checking account and a savings account. Our debit cards should be in the mail soon. Which is good because my current debit card has my maiden name on it. Now I'll have on that has my married name on it. It's very exciting!
We've both been applying like crazy to different places. Especially me! But Ambrose put out a bunch of applications while I was in Oklahoma so I'm just trying to catch up. There are some BEAUTIFUL apartments in my old home town that we're looking into. They're very affordable and just...nice. A place to make a home. I desperately want to make a home with my husband. A place that he's happy to come to. Where we can relax, study, etc. I constantly mentally plan how to decorate. Saige and I already plan to go thrifting to get things for our apartment. It will probably be very eclectic but that's how my brain is, haha.
We've been staying with Ambrose's grandparents. I adore them. They're some of the sweetest people I've ever met. His grandfather, who did our ceremony, is so loving to Ambrose. His grandmother is a sweetie and very affectionate. I love her hugs! It's nice because since my grandmother is gone its wonderful to have a grandmother-in law who loves me.Although it's great living here, I hope Ambrose and I are out soon. We need to stand on our own two feet.
So aside from being jobless and living with family...life is beautiful. My heart is full. I have a roof over my head, full belly, and I am loved more than I thought possible. What more could I expect from life?
So I made it through Army Basic Training but at my next battery I was doing PT and noticed my hip was hurting really bad. It'd get to the point that after I ran I'd be on the floor crying and unable to move. I ended up going to the clinic to get some ibuprofen but they made me get an x ray. The doctor said there was a fracture on my hip. He showed me lines and such on the x ray and I nodded like I knew what I was seeing. For all I know he could've been showing me an x ray of an arm. I'm not a radiologist. So anyway, they gave me crutches and off to the hospital I went for a bone scan. Not on the same day though. I started physical therapy too and waited for the results. The results came back and they found fractures in my left knee and right ankle. The way I had been walking was putting stress on my hip, so if I'd kept going that would've fractured too. I talked with a Major for awhile and we both decided it'd make more sense for me to just get out of the Army. I could've stayed to heal but if I did that I'd be past a certain point in my contract meaning that if they decided to discharge me, I wouldn't be able to re enlist. Since my injuries are still covered by the VA I said I'd rather go home and be able to re enlist in 6 months. It was the best option. So now I'm off the crutches but still healing. It mostly hurts early in the morning and then at the end of the day. I walk with a limp though. Hopefully in a few months I'll be completely better and be able to start running again. That way if I decide to re enlist I'm ahead of the game. I'll be that high speed soldier who knows everything. At least I can already march haha.
Anyway, I think I'll end this with a few pictures just to keep you all interested. Be honest, you skipped the reading part and just scrolled down to here to see the three pictures, didn't you?!
-Erma
We've both been applying like crazy to different places. Especially me! But Ambrose put out a bunch of applications while I was in Oklahoma so I'm just trying to catch up. There are some BEAUTIFUL apartments in my old home town that we're looking into. They're very affordable and just...nice. A place to make a home. I desperately want to make a home with my husband. A place that he's happy to come to. Where we can relax, study, etc. I constantly mentally plan how to decorate. Saige and I already plan to go thrifting to get things for our apartment. It will probably be very eclectic but that's how my brain is, haha.
We've been staying with Ambrose's grandparents. I adore them. They're some of the sweetest people I've ever met. His grandfather, who did our ceremony, is so loving to Ambrose. His grandmother is a sweetie and very affectionate. I love her hugs! It's nice because since my grandmother is gone its wonderful to have a grandmother-in law who loves me.Although it's great living here, I hope Ambrose and I are out soon. We need to stand on our own two feet.
So aside from being jobless and living with family...life is beautiful. My heart is full. I have a roof over my head, full belly, and I am loved more than I thought possible. What more could I expect from life?
So I made it through Army Basic Training but at my next battery I was doing PT and noticed my hip was hurting really bad. It'd get to the point that after I ran I'd be on the floor crying and unable to move. I ended up going to the clinic to get some ibuprofen but they made me get an x ray. The doctor said there was a fracture on my hip. He showed me lines and such on the x ray and I nodded like I knew what I was seeing. For all I know he could've been showing me an x ray of an arm. I'm not a radiologist. So anyway, they gave me crutches and off to the hospital I went for a bone scan. Not on the same day though. I started physical therapy too and waited for the results. The results came back and they found fractures in my left knee and right ankle. The way I had been walking was putting stress on my hip, so if I'd kept going that would've fractured too. I talked with a Major for awhile and we both decided it'd make more sense for me to just get out of the Army. I could've stayed to heal but if I did that I'd be past a certain point in my contract meaning that if they decided to discharge me, I wouldn't be able to re enlist. Since my injuries are still covered by the VA I said I'd rather go home and be able to re enlist in 6 months. It was the best option. So now I'm off the crutches but still healing. It mostly hurts early in the morning and then at the end of the day. I walk with a limp though. Hopefully in a few months I'll be completely better and be able to start running again. That way if I decide to re enlist I'm ahead of the game. I'll be that high speed soldier who knows everything. At least I can already march haha.
Anyway, I think I'll end this with a few pictures just to keep you all interested. Be honest, you skipped the reading part and just scrolled down to here to see the three pictures, didn't you?!
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| He's everything I never knew I wanted... |
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| Rocking my BCGs from basic training. Please ignore the shiny-ness. I had an infection on my face. |
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| True love! |
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