A Day in the Life of the Smellies...

Every Friday over at Kelly's Korner is "Show us your life", if you haven't been to her blog go check it out!! Today's theme is "What's your typical day like?" I already posted for today (feel free to read that one too! Unless reading two of my posts in one day is too much to take in- I completely understand), but thought I'd join in on this one too since no one everyone seems to be asking me how I keep up with my extremely exciting and fun-filled life! Is the suspense killing you?? This one is extra fun because after today it will no longer be my typical day!! I am so excited for what my new typical day will be like! So in honor of my last day...

A day in this life on a Friday....

7:30 - Phone goes off, Colbie Calliet "Bubbly" (have had it for 2 years, hoping it would make me feel bubbly in the morning. it's getting old), press snooze twice

7:45ish - Wake and get ready for work

8:05ish - Leave for work

8:15 - My long day begins

8:30 - Feed baby

9:30-11:00 - Baby naps, I clean up house (sweep, dishes, toys, laundry etc), watch my shows (Regis & Kelly, Bonnie, The View), check blogs and write a post

11:30-1:00 - Feed baby, eat lunch, play with baby, watch What Not to Wear

1:00-2:30 - Baby naps, watch DVRed shows (16 and Pregnant, Oprah, Ellen), browse craigslist for anything and everything

2:45 - Wake baby (always a bummer) and head to carpool to pick up other child

3:00-5:50 - Help with homework, play outside, play games,

5:50 - Freedom

6:00 - Get home and go straight to the bathroom (I hate going at the house where I work so I usually hold it all day and really have to go as soon as I walk in. TMI?)

6:00-7:00 - Make Mr. B and I dinner ( I have the meals planned, so it's usually prepped and ready to go. Weeknights are usually simple meals because I'm exhausted)

7:00-9:00 - Eat dinner, talk about our days, watch reruns and new shows

9:30/10:00 - Go to bed (bedtime may or may not be similar on the weekends too- we are that fun)

11:00 - Usually when my mind finally decides to stop replaying my day, thinking about things to do, things I want to do, things I wish I did, shuts down and allows me to drift into dreamland.

I hope this made your Friday that much better and you were able to handle all of the excitement. I am sure my new days will much more interesting. I wouldn't mind if it's something like...

10:00 - Wake

10:30-5:00 - Read Bible, work out, watch shows, lay in sun

5:30 - Make dinner and be the most cheerful serving wife

10:00 - Bed

Life will be rough.

A New First

Mr. B and I experienced a new first last night.

Something we had to warm up to because eventually it was going to happen.

Something we thought we had 8 months to prepare for.

Something that was kind of fun for me and brought back memories.

Something that was extremely awkward for Mr. B.

Something like "I can't talk, this is way too weird" might have been whispered from Mr. B.

Something that involved nothing, but sleeping.

A sleepover with Mama Grace.

I am not sure what exactly constitutes as a sleepover, we weren't even in the same room. Totally different rooms: Mr. B and I slept all the way in dining room and Mama Grace slept way over in the living room.

We slept a whole 10 feet away from each other. Except I am really bad with perception and measuring and I have no idea what 10 feet really looks like, so give or take a few.

Once I'm a housewife I will have time to figure out how to put those arrows in the pictures just in case you don't understand what exactly I am talking about. This picture definitely needs that in order for you to figure out location. It might be especially hard to comprehend due to the lack of arrows, so once again, try your best and just pretend.

This picture is taken from the living room where Mama Grace slept and way over there, where there is empty floor space by the dining table, is where Mr. B and I slept on an air mattress.

You might think it's strange that we chose to have a sleepover rather than sleep in our own bed. I just miss my mom that much.

Or my Grammie and Aunt flew in for a visit last night and we decided to give them our bed since we would be waking early for work. We built up the courage to have a sleepover with Mama Grace knowing it was just a one night sacrifice as they will be staying in a hotel the rest of their stay.

I love my mom and I do miss her, but our sleepover years (specifically sleepovers with my husband involved) are over.

In saying that, at the expense of a free weekend away with my family, we do have one more sleepover to look forward too in October. This will be even more awkward fun because it will also involve Papa Grace, Sister Grace and Brother Grace.

So we will ease into this one night at a time.

On a different note:

It's FRIDAY!!! AND MY LAST DAY OF WORK!!!!!

Whatever Wednesday

Last week I came up with this ever so creative title/theme and said "today I'm just going to write about whatever comes to my mind because it's a rainy day and I am tired." Well today it's another rainy day and I am tired, so here we go....

So so so so excited I have made it half way through my last week of work!

I am so excited that Mama Grace has arrived in Florida!

She sent me this picture while she was in line to board her plane. Parade of wheelchairs=flight to Florida. She said there were more than this, but she didn't want to make her picture too obvious.

Have you ever seen so many wheelchairs?? She counted at least 8.

I really wish I could be home with her instead of working. I was jealous this morning when I had to wake up early and leave and she got to sleep in and spend the day relaxing. Three more days and my time will come!

As I mentioned before in my previous Wednesday post, I am reading a book called And Nanny Makes Three (yes, it's about 200 pages and I'm still reading it and going on about week 4 now) and I read that there are some nannies who have a job where the dad sometimes stays home. He stays in his room and is either watching tv (loudly), sleeping or occasionally watching tv with the nanny (that's not awkward). He is sometimes loud and wakes the sleeping baby. He doesn't offer to take the baby while you go to carpool to get his other child (who doesn't love to sit in a car for 45 minutes with a baby?) or offer to get the child at carpool while you stay home with the baby (this is his day off why would you expect him to do that??) He doesn't let you leave a little early and sometimes even lets you out late. If I had a job like that I would not be repeating to myself every few minutes "three more days, three more days..". If I had that job I might be especially bitter today since they are aware that my mom is visiting and hanging out alone at my apartment today, but obviously I'd much rather be here so it's not a big deal. Besides of course, that was a story of other nannies experience so I have nothing to worry about...

That was really hard to write in the tense like it wasn't really me. I think I messed it up.

There was finally a respectable mom on 16 and Pregnant. I think she is one of the youngest ones (only 15) and she seemed to be one of the most mature...as mature as you can be in that situation, I guess. So many of these girls think they are still entitled to be teenagers. They understand they are teen moms, but choose to take those as two different roles- sometimes a teen and sometimes a mom. Honey, it doesn't work out that way. So anyways, this girl chose to keep the baby, she seemed responsible, she didn't give her mom any attitude or expect her to raise the baby, she took complete care of her daughter, she is now home schooled so she can be with the baby and she realized and accepted that this is her life now.

Regis and Kelly is definitely now on at 10AM everyday, I have chose to accept it. It might work out nicely with my new housewife schedule.

The 5 finalist of the Beautiful Baby Contest are so adorable.

I'm excited the Olympics are over and my shows will resume. Tonight is American Idol, The Middle (hilarious show mostly because it's basically about my family) and Modern Family (also hilarious).

Jessica Simpson is on Oprah today, but Tenley is on Ellen. Gah, which one do I choose?? I went with taping Oprah because I can watch Ellen online. I can only tape one because a)if I tape both then we can't watch another show on TV and that's right when the kids get home from school and I wouldn't do that to myself and b) it's not my DVR.

We chose American Idol over Lost last night. Very hard decision. American Idol isn't on hulu though so it made the decision a little easier. Have you noticed the tough choices I have to face on a daily basis? So we can't wait to watch Lost tonight. Although I will admit, I really enjoyed the first few seasons a lot better.

I am looking forward to eating at all the yummy restaurants while my mom visits.

Looks like some good movies come out next weekend. Pretty bummed about that, Mama Grace loves going to the movies, her last visit we went to the movies three days in a row. I also love the movies, is this an inherited trait? It's so tempting because the theater is literally across the parking lot from our apartment complex, you can walk there. Our theater serves funnel cake, how unique and divine is that?? The movies are so stinkin' expensive these days so Mr. B and I don't make it over there too often so it's a highlight of Mama Grace's visit. There's not much out right now, but we might see Shutter Island. Not sure if that will be too scary for me. Has anyone seen it??

It's another cold day here in Florida. Yuck. Cold meaning cloudy and 52.

I am excited for the Strawberry Festival this weekend. They have the most delicious strawberry shortcakes (fingers crossed they even have good strawberries with all the cold weather we've had!) and we are seeing Darius Rucker on Sunday night. Hootie, baby.

Which reminds me, we are visiting my great-grandpa this weekend and he likes to go to Hooters. Oh boy.

I just got really hungry. The kind where you need to spit out your gum right away because you feel like you're going to throw up. Possible sign it's time for breakfast. Or lunch. Not a huge breakfast fan, not that I don't like eating in the morning, but I like lunch food better.

Enjoy your Wednesday!!

So long Lil' Hustler

Mr. B has a t-shirt. Actually, he has many t-shirts, but there is one shirt in particular that you will not find me wearing when I am too bloated to wear my own shirts. In fact, you won't find him wearing it any more either...Operation Get-rid-of-nasty-old-yellow-pit-shirt= Success.

I am pretty disappointed in how these pictures came out, they were with my phone and the lighting was bad. They totally don't do the justice in proving the complete nastiness of this shirt. You may have to use your imagination a bit. If I knew how to be creative and put writing and arrows to draw your attention to his additional detailing to the shirt, I totally would. I don't know how. Just pretend.

The innocent, but completely disgusting shirt.

Pretend there are arrows pointing to the stained armpits and

the black permanently stained dirt marks on the front.

After many unsuccessful attempts of begging Mr. B to throw the shirt out, I finally had to take matters into my own hands. One day I was home alone and doing a load of laundry. As I threw some clothes in the washer, I came across this oh so lovely shirt. There we were, in the little laundry room, alone. Just me and the shirt. I am almost positive I heard it screaming to be thrown out, so of course I had no other option but to do so. I proudly took the shirt and put it in the trash. Not gonna lie, I felt pretty proud and accomplished with this defeat.

No arrows needed here.

Fast forward a couple weeks. This weekend as I was doing the laundry. I noticed a wrinkly, white, yellow pit stained shirt crumpled in a ball sitting on top of the dryer, underneath the pile of towels. Oh no he di-n't!! Oh yes he did. Okay then, is this how it's gonna be??

GAME ON.

G-R-O-S-S.

Little did I know, when Mr. B brought the trash out that day, he must've noticed this prized possession (note: he never paid for this shirt, his friend got it for free and gave it to him) sitting in the trash. Let me remind you, this shirt basically forced me to put it in there. I had no choice but to do so. Although Mr. B is the most wonderful husband, at times he can be a bit stubborn (unlike me of course!). If he really thought out this situation he would've washed the shirt himself and put it in the closet, but he didn't. Clearly a sign that this shirt is not supposed to reside in our apartment.

As we were cleaning the apartment for my mom's arrival and I found the wretched shirt, I ever so slyly placed it outside in the trash. I am a competitive person and I was determined to win. This shirt was going to be gone. forever.

I quickly went outside and took these pictures. I would've feel terrible if I didn't capture our last day with this shirt. Maybe even felt the need to remember the day victory was mine.

The trash man came last night. And as far I can tell, I have won. I will gladly say...

So long Lil' Hustler.

Thanks for being so good to my husband, but it time he has moved on.

MIGHTY Monday

On Friday I might have seen some dark clouds rolling in so I decided to head to carpool early to beat the rain.

I might have been 5 seconds too late.

There might have been a complete downpour. Cats and Dogs would be an understatement.

The baby and I might have been SOAKED.

5 minutes later (the time I usually leave), it might have looked like this.

I might be a genius.

I might be ecstatic that today is my last Monday working.

I might say "this is my last {insert day of the week}!!" every day this week.

I might be smiling because it's the last time I clean someone else's house and the last time I do their laundry.

I might also be super excited that my mom flies in tomorrow night.

It might have worked out perfectly that I now don't have to work her last few days here and when Mr. B has spring break.

It might still be windy and cold (50s-low 60s) in Florida and I feel bad for those here on vacation.

This might be what I get for saying I hated Fl and it was too hot. But that was 3 months ago and around Christmas time, give me a break. I take it back.

I might have thrown fits and complained when I was a little girl until I was 20 years old when my mom made us clean the whole house when company was coming over. I never understood why every nook and cranny needed to be cleaned.

I might have protested that it's just a lie to everyone, the house is never that clean and they will love us anyway regardless of the sticky-God-only-knows-what-that-is-and-how-long-that's-been-there spot in the fridge.

Mr. B and I might have spent the weekend cleaning our apartment for when family visits. This might have included my everyday cleaning like the pantry, the fridge, the bathroom cabinets, the shower liner and the closets.

Our apartment might always look that clean, but just in case we occasionally miss a spot, a good deep clean every once in a while might be a good idea.

I might be really bummed, I just found out I missed the new show The Marriage Ref last night. Looks like a funny show.

I might not be a fan of change. This morning when I went to watch Regis and Kelly (love beautiful baby week!) it was Fox News Good Day Tampa Bay. Umm...do they know that they are completely messing up my day and I might not know what to do with myself or how my day will go on? Regis and Kelly is now on at 10, which is the same time as Bonnie Hunt. It was hard enough adjusting to Ellen being on at 4 down here instead of in the morning like in NH. To switch this on me too is just too much.

I might be able to look past it though because it's my last Monday and that's all that matters!!!

Happy March and Happy Monday!! 5 more days til Friday!!

Special shout out to Mr. B's wonderful Aunt Tracy for being my 50th follower and taking care of my dislike for odd numbers :) Thank you!!

Ugly Odd Numbers

I was going to write about the sermon I heard this morning, but my day is flying by and I have so much to do in so little time, so I decided to save that post for another day and inform you of a pet peeve of mine. I am sure my list of pet peeves is on the top of your priority list and that is exactly why I chose to write about this today. Or maybe by now you're feeling sorry for Mr. B if I have more pet peeves than my previous top ten twelve list. Yes, he is a good man and puts up with the many little things that drive me crazy. There might be more to add to that list, but I won't take you there. Unless there is another day I don't know what to write about.

Pet peeve of the day: Odd numbers. I hate odd numbers. I think they are ugly and they really bother me. I like to make the volume on my radio and TV an even number, the room temperature an even number and special events like our wedding day and the eventual birth of our children (I only have so much control with this situation, but a girl can hope) even numbers. If you take a look over to the left of this post you will see I have 49 followers. Of course, this is a blessing seeing as just a few weeks ago I was dreaming about having a whole 25 followers. I have almost doubled my dream goal. Wow, let's take a moment and reflect on that achievement for a second........... Thank you. So as I am very pleased and thankful for my 49 followers, but it drives me nuts that it's an odd number. To give you a better understanding of where I am coming from, or maybe to convince you that I am even more "out there" than you thought, I don't consider multiples of 5 to be an odd number so if I could just hit 50 it would make me feel a little more comfortable with my blog. Are you getting the gist that I am never content with where I am at, the grass is always greener and I always want the next best thing? Because that is so not like me.

I know there is at least one person who is being invisible in stalking me, no need to be ashamed. I will admit, I was once an invisible stalker myself. So if you are willing to step out of your comfort zone and become a follower of my smelly life you would totally make my Sunday. I love my Sundays, there is a lot to compete against, so please realize that making my Sunday is a really big deal. So if you are not yet a follower, just head on over to the left hand side and simply click "follow". I wish I had some extra money to have a giveaway for my 50th follower, but unfortunately all I can give you is a shout out and a big ol' THANK YOU!

In conclusion, let me share a little odd number story with you. Mr. B and I had been dating for about 3 years when he proposed. At this point he was well aware of my even number infatuation. So naturally, he proposed to me on April 19th. Can you say ew?? Other than the fact that I was completely naive, hated what I was wearing and didn't do my hair, I tried to make the best of the situation. It was obviously a very exciting time! But, I couldn't help but think in the way way way back of my mind what an ugly date! He had two beautiful even numbers to choose from, why the 19th?? He is of course a guy and this thought had never even crossed his mind. In end, being proposed to on the 19th wasn't really that big of a deal, I had a beautiful ring on my finger, I was having a fantastic nail day and most importantly, I was asked to spend the rest of my life with my best friend, I think I could get over it being one of the ugliest dates in the month. Clearly- I'm over it.

Trying to be creative with the ugly digits...

I know it looks deceiving, but that really is my ring finger.

All this to say, bring on the the even numbers!

PLEASE!

Housewife...here I come!

Let's go out and celebrate no more income for two months!! Oh wait..

we have no money.

Hand me the Wife of the Year award, please. I lost sacrificed my job a month early so that my husband has a mode of transportation. Call me a giver, call me a servant, Proverbs 31 woman, kind, amazing, whatever you please....

Although I was getting the vibe I should've been sad and heartbroken over the fact that I would no longer be making $6 an hour, spending 50 hours of my week with the kids, being a servant, doing their laundry, sweeping and vacuuming, doing their dishes and being taken advantage, I may have not been able to hide my smile when my employer told me that my last day would be March 6th instead of March 26th. Maybe there was a tear of joy. I hope it wasn't too obvious when I skipped my way out the door and into my car. I had good feelings about March, I knew it was going to fly by. But, wow I wasn't expecting it to go by this fast!

She had warned me that if there was an opening at the daycare they would need to take it, therefore ending my position sooner than I had requested. I was hopeful and it paid off. When I got home from work yesterday I had a huge smile on my face and gave Mr. B a big hug and million kisses.

"Let me guess, you're ending early."

Why he would make this assumption I have no idea. We are newlyweds and I greet him like that every day when I get home so it must have been a sixth sense type thing.

I honestly feel like a whole new person!! I love thinking about my life from March 6th at 6:01 PM on. Since my ideas and expectations typically go as planned (as seen in my previous post) I am really looking forward to:

• Sleeping in
• Reading by Bible
• Always having a clean apartment
• Watching all my shows (Regis and Kelly, Bonnie, The View, Oprah/Ellen- they are on at the same time which is a bummer, but I am happy that I will even have the opportunity to choose one or the other)
• More time to write posts
• More time to blog stalk
• Always having a home cooked meal ready for Mr. B when he gets home
• Completing 30 Day Shred (3rd and final attempt, if I just make it past Day 3 I will have improved and be satisfied. So important to set high standards for yourself, especially when it comes to working out)
• Spending time at the bookstore reading baby books and gossip magazines
• Spending time by the pool soaking up some sun
• Feeling refreshed, beautiful and ready to serve my hubby when he gets home from school and work

I will keep you updated on this success.

It figures that when I finally decide to be content with where I am in my life it completely changes on me, but I am so thankful it has changed for the better. Seriously, God, all this time I just had to be content?? I will continue to be content (an extremely hard quality to possess when things go your way, it's a good thing I am willing to put my selfish ways aside and press on) through this situation and follow where God leads us as we figure out what we will be doing after Mr. B's graduation.

After reading one of MckMamas blogs on how they had to be really tight with their money, I was thinking to myself that Mr. B and I really should start doing that too. Of course, I would never want to mention this to him because he would take it. run with it. never let me take it back. and make sure we spend no money. ever. So instead of making the decision to live like that, we are faced with no choice but to do live like that. Most likely a punishment for not mentioning it to him. Communication is key in marriage. Really. I knew it was what we should've been doing, but couldn't get myself to actually do it. One of those moments you look back and wonder now that you have it, why did I want that??? So as shocking as it may be, I am not looking forward to actually having no money.

Reality is, since we have been married we have had no money. But why kid yourself and live like you have no money when you actually do have money in the bank?? I realize this is an excellent point, and I may not need Suzie Orman's help after all, but rather she might need me. In saying that, now that I am out of work, pretty much a whole month earlier than expected, we really don't have money. The joke is over in this smelly life. So these next two months (maybe even more) will certainly be an adventure for us.

Of course I will still be the coupon clipping, bargain hunting woman that I am, but there will be no room for any extras (thank the Lord I bought all that chicken last week!). Through this "adventure" I can't promise there won't be any vent sessions about how I am tired of Ramen noodles and soup for dinner every other night, how I am back to using Suave shampoo that gives me dry, nasty hair for 99 cents, or how my blow dryer doesn't work anymore and I am hoping it miraculously comes back to life because I can't buy a new one now (it decided to die on me last night-thank you blow dryer, I hope you don't R.I.P, but R.F.D, Rise From The Dead, I made that up and realized I forgot the "t" for "the"... anyways point being: it better be a taking a rest!!) or how I won't be able to buy things I don't need because they are on clearance and the deal is too good to be pass up, or how we can no longer go to Chick-fil-a on Tuesday nights, or how I won't be able to satisfy my need for take-out. Yeah, this might be a long two months after all, but I look at my "look forward to list" (and of course that the Lord will provide and take care of us, but that's a given) and it makes all my "not looking forward to list" run like the wind. Soothing me, like a pacifier to a baby. When I was in a writing class in college I remember having to write papers where I had to compare the situation to something else in order to give the reader a visualization, so you're welcome and I hope you appreciated that analogy.

To add some more sunshine to this adventure:

• My mom is visiting next week= free meals
• Mr. B's parents are visiting two weeks after that = free meals
• We go home for 5 days for Easter= free meals
• We visit my grandparents for the weekend = free meals
• Family comes down for Mr. B's graduation= free meals

So I think it's safe to say WE WILL SURVIVE and I dread the day we are too old to get free meals out of family visits.

In the meantime, I could not be more excited to say..... housewife... here I come!!!!