Oh the Quirkiness

OK, Here is my list of quirky things.
I cannot promise I am going to limit myself to 7.

1. I have a bit of a procedure for eating Klondike bars. First, I have to crack all the chocolate with a spoon. The I eat all the chocolate part except the bottom layer. I finally eat the ice cream with that bottom layer of chocolate.

2. I hate nails that are longer than my skin. I don't like the way if feels to touch something with my nail and I don't like people to touch my nails if they are too long. Surprisingly, I do enjoy manicures.

3. I like digital numbers to be even, like the volume control on a radio or tv. It will bother me to leave it on 11, I bump it to either 10 or 12.

4. If I am eating a candy, like skittles or M&M's, I need to have an even number on each side of my mouth.

5. I like the smell of vacuuming.

6. I really hate a certain part of the anatomy that starts with Ni and ends with les. I hate the word and the part itself. I wish they did not exist.

7. I am terrified of "animal people". It really creeps me out to see people dressed up like animals. Going to see CATS would be basically a nightmare for me.


8. I eat the pepperoni of my pizza first, then I eat the pizza.

9. When I eat bagels, I rip them into tiny pieces and then dip them into the cream cheese.

10. The smell of eggs makes me feel ill.

11. I don't eat the ends of things. Burgers and Bagels have ends to me.

12. I really don't like the word "urine". Really don't like it.


Ok, a nice even 12 things for me! Feel free to think I am officially crazy in case you didn't already know...

Such a nerd...I have become

Today we got a very exciting new toy...it's a vacuum.That actually sucks things up and cleans things! We have had hand me down vacuums up to this point and recently I broke our remaining old and crusty canister by attempting to vacuum a rug that was way to thin and the thing tried to eat it instead of clean it.
I feel that I have reached a new stage in life, where the highlight of the month is that I have a new vacuum.
It really is cool though! I had no idea how much dog hair lived in our carpet, it's really quite gross.
I will not bore you with all the details, but I am quite thrilled about it.

We have a mouse in our house, most likely mice.... Wolf has only seen one, but I guess there's never really just one. At first, I only found his "evidence" in one particular spot in the pantry by the dog food. So I set up the friendly traps, the ones that will just trap them and not kill them so that I could catch our little furry and unwelcome guest and set him free in the meadows. I even named him Reepicheep after the warrior mouse from the Narnia books. Reepicheep is very sneaky. He comes to his spot and poops right next to the traps. Then I found the cracker that I had placed inside the trap, right next to the trap, he had somehow gotten it out and did not get imprisoned.
My mom got us a storage bin for Winnie's food so that it was less accessible but I think he is still interested in snacking from his traps. I was still ok as long as he stayed away from our food, I still had hope for a safe entrapment. Until last night. Terah was at my house and we discovered that he was not keeping to his little pantry spot, there was crap all behind our fridge and behind our hutch where we have our kitchen appliances on. Where he really crossed the line was in the cardboard box where my diet cokes are, we found poo. Which means he may have crawled on top of the cans. Which means, Reepicheep must die. You don't mess with Mary's diet coke. I washed all the cans, and Terah was amazing and vacuumed and mopped the floor and basically reorganized my kitchen, since I am not technically allowed to do those things right now.
The mouse poison is out. Hopefully the little mouse community that has been partying in my home will soon come to end.


Yes, I do realize that it is pathetic that it took violating my beverage of choice to come to this, but I am a sucker for things that are cute and fluffy.One day, once I convince Wolf, and we win the lottery, and it becomes legal in Maryland, I will have a pet monkey.Just a little one that I can train to do very helpful things and he wont throw his poo at people.Thats just not polite.
Let me know if you have any mouse eliminating tricks!

Back!

It's been a little bit since my last post. Last Wednesday I had surgery and I have since been doing absolutely nothing! I don't think I have ever been so useless in my whole life. I am not supposed to lift anything over 5 pounds for 3 weeks.
It has been kind of like some sort of strange vacation. I love being home with Wolf all day and my family and friends have been amazing. My sweet mom did all our laundry (and it looked much better then when I do it), my sister who is nine months pregnant, came and cleaned our bathroom and organized some things. We have had food brought to us and company and I am so aware of how blessed I am with the amazing people that are in my life.
Thanks for all the "get well" notes and wishes and know that I so appreciate all you wonderful people. You made a yucky time a lot less yucky.

I don't really have much else to write about since I haven't really done anything.

I am going back to work next Wednesday, I am sure I will have more exciting thing's to share about then!

Ms. Mary has a Mommy and Daddy!

So today my parents came to see where I work and then we went to lunch. It was so funny. They have never been there before so I was really excited to have them come and see what I actually do all day. I felt like a little kid myself, when you are so excited for your parents to come for show and tell or something. At moments it almost felt as if I was sitting in on a parent-teacher conference while staff members talked to my parents about me as if I was not standing right in front of them.

Most of my kids were in awe that I actually had parents. One of them got it, my little "who". She kept saying over and over, even after we walked out of the room "thats Ms. Mary's mommy and daddy!!"
It was a lot of fun and we had a lovely time at the Double T afterwards.

In other kid news, there is a plague going through my classroom. It is called "I lovetopullmypantsdownallthetimeandputmyhandsinmydiaper". I don't enjoy this stripping stage or the attempts at touching the poo. About a year ago, this one particular child was infected with this plague. One day she came up to the teacher I was working with, and the teacher said" Sally, how did you get chocolate all over your face??!!" nope. that was not in fact chocolate. Not even close.
It is extremely difficult to keep track of 8 toddlers diapers who have not even heard the word "potty train". Sometimes parents get frustrated that we keeping asking them to bring them more diapers because they can't imagine how their child could possibly have gone through that whole pack so quickly. I am not hiding them for fun! If your child would not poo right after I change their wet diaper, we would not have this problem.

Now that I have just blown your mind with all the potty language(hahaha) I will leave you to your ponderings, or poonderings.
(this is what happens to your brain in my profession!)

Not quite there yet

This evening's blog is about how I look approximately 14 years old. I know that I look younger than I am, and yes I am sure that when I am 65 years old I will appreciate that greatly! However, I am 24 years old, and would very much to enjoy to look 24. It is truly embarrassing sometimes...
Last week, I decided that due to a very stressful time at work, I would treat myself to a pedicure just for fun. I am sitting in the lovely massage chair and enjoying relaxation and this is the conversation that occurs:
Nail Lady: You get nails done for homecoming?
Me: No. I'm 24.
Nail Lady: Oh, so you're over all that?
Me:Yeah, just a bit.



One time, I was in BJ's and I was shopping for the weekend because my in-laws were coming to visit for the first time and it was the night before they got here. I was already stressed out and feeling crazy and I had a huge cart full of stuff. I was scanning my list for items that I missed when these two girls (probably 20-21 years old) stop me. They were holding thing's that made me think they were trying to sell me something, so I was already irritated. I am usually terrible about saying "no thank you" and walking away because I feel bad. Not this time.

Girl: Hello, are you here all by yourself?
Me:(foolishly thinking she was inquiring about my husband) Umm...yeah.
Girl: Ohhh really?? You look so young!Well, do you happen to own your own home?
Me: Yes. I have to go now.Bye.

She thought I wasn't old enough to be a grocery store by myself!

See, I understand that I look young, but why do these people not have any tact? Once it was established that I am older than I look, they continue to dig their hole! At least try be polite after you have discovered your mistake.

I am 4"ll and a half...that doesn't help. Plus I have a very young looking face. Please people, just at least think before you speak. It's not acceptable to tell people that they look older than they are!
Can you imagine this conversation?

Girl: Are you here all by yourself?
Old Lady: Yes....I am 45.
Girl: Ohhh wow! You look t0o old to be going out by all yourself! It's amazing you can still see to drive!


The first time I met Wolf's family was when we went for Christmas 3 years ago. His dad and his dad's girlfriend took us out to dinner. First:
Host: (looking at me) Will you be needing a kid's menu?

Then, we sit down to eat and I ordered a Strawberry Margarita.
I get a coke glass full of pink ice...I sip it.
Waiter: Oh, did you want a real margarita?? I assumed you would be ordering a virgin one.
Me: Nope,I wanted a real one.
Waiter: Oh, well I need to see your ID
Wolf: (sipping his beer, that he did not get carded for) She is older than I am!

Ok, I am done with my rant.

The End!

Sunshine on a Cloudy day

Today was an extraordinarily frustrating day at work for multiple reasons. I also was just feeling really unusually tired which was not helpful. Do you know some days where your tolerance starts at a very low number and so you run out of patience and kindness really early in the day?? This was my experience today. By 3 today, my nerves were more raw than I can remember them being in a very long time. I felt that at any moment I might just literally explode into five kazzilion pieces and have some sort of conniption. I was not smiling, I was not being patient with the 8 banshee's and I certainly was not going out of my way to help or love others.
I left late and was fuming and whining to myself and then I got to my car and there was something on my windshield. It was a note from my friend and co-worker Chelsey. She wrote me a quick and very sweet note when she got to work, and before she even knew I was in an "Ogeresque" (I made that word up just now!) type mood.
This made me smile and definitely set me in a much better mood for the rest of my evening.
I just love how God uses people in our lives to do the smallest thing that can change our whole mood or perspective. I hope that I can be better at seeing those opportunities when He wants me to do that for someone else. I think most of the time we may not ever know the extent to which we have been used by God to bless someone else. It doesn't take much, I need to remember that. I also want to be more conscious of how the opposite can occur as well. Grumpy attitudes are infectious, and I do not want to spread my foul moods to others. I find that I zone in on myself and in the moment I don't think about or care about how my mood is bringing down those who are around me.

Summation: Love God, therefore love those around me, be thankful for sunshine, get over self.

Ogeresque- grumpy, rude, behaving like a big ugly Oger. or in toddler terms; a "poopyhead"

Dear Emily and Emilie

I am 100% ready for you to come home from Wheaton and Seattle...
Ok?

Ready and gooooo!!

see you soon!

love,
Mary

I really do "praise God at the thought of you"
and I love you.