8 Random Things

i was "tagged" to do this by my cousin Rebekah via Xanga, but since i don't really Xanga anymore, i figured i could put this on here...

8 RANDOM things about me!

1. i am the slowest eater EVER. all of my food has to be perfect before i can start eating it. i will salt/pepper everything, fix up a baked potato (sour cream, cheese, green onions), apply salsa to things, or whatever is necessary.... once everything is good to go, then i will eat. it's actually not that i'm a slow EATER, i'm just incredibly meticulous about my food. everything i order, i always have to say "plus ____" like today i got a sandwich from Schlotzsky's, PLUS guacamole. you don't ever want to have to go get food for me.

2. my husband and i eat at abuelo's all the time. not only because it's probably my favorite restaurant ever, but because my brother and his wife, candace, both work there. they hook us up. so we don't go eat there just because it's great, but it's cheap for us.

3. i haven't driven MY car since before Christmas. it needs a new balancer and crank shaft, so my dad said he would just get a whole new (actually, used- but new to us) engine and would have it replaced 2 or 3 weeks following Christmas. i've been driving one of my dad's extra cars (a '95 Civic) since then. my car STILL hasn't been touched.

4. i make THE best low-fat/low-cal banana pudding in the history of Earth. i am currently waiting for a batch to chill so i can dig in to it.

5. i am singing at 2 weddings in the next 8 months. one for a girl i don't know- she's my sister-in-law's cousin... and one for my dearest cousin, Rebekah. i used to sing in front of big crowds all the time and never got nervous, now i feel like i'm gonna crap my pants when i get up in front of lots of people. this should be fun.

6. i have lost 20 lbs. since October of 2005. i now weigh only ONE pound more than i did before i got pregnant with Lincoln (i was 19) so that's very exciting

7. my husband has a black belt in Tae Kwon Do and is a national champion in the sport. that's more about him, but, it's a good one!

8. i am a good cook, but i am a HORRIBLE cleaner. cleaning is my least favorite thing to do, ever. i would rather live in a dirty house than have to clean up every day. luckily, my husband helps me out a lot, and since i have a 21 month old who gets into everything, i HAVE to keep stuff clean. when i lived in dallas by myself, there was a 2 month stretch where i wouldn't let people come over to my apartment because it was so dirty i was embarrassed. the only time i was home during that period was to sleep. hahaha, gross. but when i DO start cleaning, i am a Nazi about it. if i'm going to clean, i'm going to do it right the first time so i don't have to go back over it. my husband says he hates me when i'm in cleaning mode.

babies and toddlers and weenie dogs, OH MY!

AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

ok, i feel better.... after the day i've had, a good scream is really what i need. my child.... ohhhh my child is, well, he's a toddler. that about sums it up. my sister-in-law (Michelle) and my niece (Hannah, 14 months) are in town and Lincoln and i have been visiting them during the day so the kids can play... Lincoln will do absolutely ANYTHING to g et Hannah to laugh. he's hilarious. any time Hannah laughs, Link's face lights up. he loves it. if something makes her laugh, he'll do it again and again and again... and, when Hannah's around, Mommy seems to be invisible. he shows off SO BAD around her, totally ignores me. drives me crazy. today i had to spank him more than i think i have in his entire life. now my spankings, they don't hurt... but Lincoln's such a sensitive kiddo that even the lightest tap will make him cry if he knows he's in trouble... but today, nothing would phase him. usually if i spank him, he will stop doing what he was doing and not do it again. TODAY, he would stop for about 60 seconds and go right back to what he was doing. i finally just gave up and started laughing deliriously at everything he did because at the time, there wasn't a damn thing i could do about it. seriously, he drove me about 90% of the way to insanity today. my child, just like his mommy, LOOOOVES attention!

so tomorrow should be interesting. Michelle, Pam (mother-in-law), and I are taking the kids (Hannah and Lincoln) to get pictures taken. luckily they will be taken outside and it's not like they have to sit still and pose for them, but it will be crazy nonetheless. (is that all one word? now i don't think it is. i am so confused) so, make sure all your good thoughts go out to Melanie about 6-ish tomorrow evening, because that is when we will all be trying to corral the kiddos into the same place to be able to get a few decent pictures. i'll post some at a later date.

i so cannot believe that i have not blogged about my parents' dog yet. they have this miniature dachshund named Tootsie Roll (because she looks like one- long and skinny and brown) anyway, my dad found her out in the middle of nowhere during a rainstorm about 4 1/2 years ago. my dad (he's a big guy, 6'6") and this tiny little dog have this crazy bond, she sleeps in bed with him, goes everywhere he goes, he totally spoils her... they're like the odd couple. so anyway, about a week and a half ago, Tootsie started acting weird, like she had been kicked by a cow (it's happened before and she's just sore for a few days and then she's ok) but she just kept getting worse and worse and eventually couldn't even move her back legs or her tail. it was so depressing. she was just dragging her back half around with her, only able to move her front legs. so my dad takes her to the vet and he's like "oh, she'll get better, here's some meds" and 2 days later Tootsie was even worse. wouldn't eat, couldn't poop or pee, couold hardly move... so the vet does some x-rays and finds out that one of the dog's vertabrae is crumbling, he called it a "degenerative disc" and the crumbling bone is pressing on her nerve in such a way that it's paralyzing her lower half. totally depressing, because this means she couldn't even move her bowels or anything, and could either have very very expensive surgery, or be put to sleep. my dad was a freaking basketcase. the vet gave Tootsie some steroids to see if she could possibly get better... my dad said "well, i guess he just gave us about 3 more days with her before we have to put her down" and one morning, SHE STARTS WAGGING HER TAIL! and now she can semi-walk... it's amazing, she was like completely paralyzed from the waist down for like 2 or 3 days, and now she can walk again!!! she's still really wobbly, but she can walk! and she can eat and pee and poop and so my dad's like a new man, so happy and giddy like a school boy. sooo, she might be able to get better on her own, but she could get worse again... anyway, that's my crazy story about my parents' dog. the end.

wow this is long.

just one more thing... for mother's day, instead of buying me a card, my husband wrote me a song. and he sang it to me... and danced. the song started out, "OHHHH MELANIE!!! I WANNA WISH YOU A HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!" there was a lot more, it was absolutely hilarious. and it was the sweetest damn thing anyone has done for me in a long time, maybe ever. he is amazing. how i love him so.

i hope you are all having a wonderful week.

au revoir
LOVE :)