We Moved. Again. or Back.

Sometimes life gets so hectic. Ok, not sometimes, most times. Don't you agree? If it is not one thing then it is another. And that is the way life is. In desperation we try to keep things intact, to keep the appearance of simplicity. Think of  duck on the water. I am sure you are familiar with the analogy. Having trouble picturing that?

That should help.

While graceful on top underneath the water this little guy is moving at a ferocious speed. One would never think so from how serene he looks.

I do have a point. Stay with me. All of our lives are moving at ferocious speeds. If it is not one thing, then it is another. I had this whole week off of work and was really looking forward to finishing all of my projects. Instead I tended to a very ill little girl the past 5 days. It was fine. Lots of cuddling. She is 90% recovered.
While I say that I did not get "anything" done, I know I did. I was a mother to my baby and that is irreplaceable. This blog however, is not.

We have gone back to our original blog. Its mkhansens.blogspot.com. Go on over. Tell us you love it. And tell us how you manage with the day-to-day instances of life. I am a new mom still, just a beginner and could use all the tips I can get.

ps-if you need my new email address and phone number, please let me know. Also, if your blog is private, I am not able to access it anymore but would love to.

Oh, and this is makana writing, not mckay.

7 Days of Birthday

I am sure the hubbs is happy for the 7 day marathon to be over. For me though, it is always a little sad when it ends. Good thing the anniversary is real close behind. This year it my turn to plan it though. More if that in a little while.

Day 1: Ice cream, new cut

Day 2: Pioneer Woman Cookbook

Day 3: Starbucks Strawberry Frappachino

Day 4: Dinner cooked by the hubbs, turning back time for me so we can watch Lost

me: I can't watch it. It's too late

him: Hello Moshi (our talking alarm clock). Set time. 8:00pm. There. Now its 8.

Day 5: Sealings, dinner at BJ's, visit with Berlin.

Day 6: Surprise in the YW Room at church, Family Birthday Party. This is the cake my sister made.

Day 7: Lunch with the Girls, SALT and MarbleSlab, 1 hour massage gift certificate.

Email dependence. Please respond

I am Dependant on air and water and food. Without it, I will not survive. When I leave the house, I always have my car keys, lip gloss on incredible G1 Phone. I have to. Its like air.

So is posting. It is how I de-stress. I know, I am weird but chances are that if you are even reading this then you have a blog too.

Which brings me to this point. If you ever change your password, write it down. If you changes your password write it down twice. I did not. I failed to do either. And now I have a new email. I will probably have to get another blog address. I locked myself out of all of my blogs so I am writing under Mckay's.

Good thing it is my birthday week. And a Friday. Because I think this could whole thing could possibly make me go grey. And lose my marbles. And let's be honest, I only have a cracked brown and yellow marble left so I can't really afford to lose anymore.

On a more spiritual and insightful note, I felt prompted to just jot down the new password. I didn't. And now look. Its not a tragedy but my life could be that much easier if I would have heeded. So there is your lesson for the week. When you feel like you should do something, do it. I am recommitted now. I am better prepared. I am acutely aware of how not responding can bring me a whole mess that could have easily been avoided

Oh, last thing. Since the comments you make are kept private unless I publish it, please send me your email. Thank you. Gratsi. Mahalo.

28 and counting

birth·day [burth-dey]


Its day 6. Birthday week has begun folks. This is one of my favorite weeks of the year. 


28 years old. Hmmm. 


Want to know what I have been spoiled with so far? I bet you do. Who wouldn't.  But it will have to wait. 


I will tell you this though. I did get something I have been waiting for. I'll give you a hint. 
It has to do with the owner of a female orange tabby cat. Yup, female. Girl. Tabby. Cat. But its not the cat that is necessarily important. Its the author. And her cookbook. Ooh ooh ooh, I am one happy woman with the best hubby. Ever. That is not up for argument. 

Song of a mom

Here is to all you moms out there.

And I just had to post this one too. I was showering. It was innocently enough. And then I realized that the toddler had put half the roll of Charmin down the toilet. She is being potty trained and LOOOVVES that part of the process. Keep in mind, the one roll is actually 3 rolls. Its a mega roll. I also have been going ice cream free for the last two weeks. My birthday weeks starts on Tuesday. I intend to eat ice cream each day for teh rest of the month. Hmmmmm.....

Hazards of Sonic

Every time I drive by Sonic during happy hour, I say something along the lines of "Hey look! Its Sonic. Lets get a drink!" More often than not it is with the Hubbs and more often than not the car continues on without stopping. That's ok actually becuase I sort of hate Sonic... minus the slushes. And all thanks to Kelsi. My favorite? The Lemon Berry Slush with a shot of Vanilla. Its disgusting really how much I like that drink. So it is a good thing we keep driving. Otherwise I would be an addict. I guess I am an addict going through withdrawals anyhow. 

After this past weekend though, I realized its probably for the better.

This is me in the beginning of the freezing of my brain.

The beloved slushy brought as a surprise to me by my beloved hubby was giving me a brain freeze. It was bad. As the camera selfishly snapped pictures, my niece came to my resuce:

Whats the matter!?

I have a brain freeze!!!

Whats a brain freeze?

Its when your brain gets frozen.

Why is yoru brain frozen?

That's a good question.

MOOOOMMM!!! Her brain is frozen 

Mom of niece: Well you better help her unfreeze it

And so she dutifully did, She blew on my brain. See the lady in the background on the couch? She is my sister and she is laughing so hard she is not even making a sound. I am sure you know what I mean.

And for the record... it really hurt. And now I no longer want Sonic. Ever.
And here is a picture just for fun. Because she is darn cute and we love you.

15 minutes to make a happy Husband.

"And so I have committed myself to 15 minuted each day...."
I sat there in my car. (yes, I said my car and it makes me smile), and committed as well to break down my day into 15 minutes. On a mission we had our time broken down into 30 minute intervals. So I think the 15 minute idea is inspired. Its from Dr. Laura. I know what you are thinking but she makes some great points.

Here is what happened:
I cried. Yup, in my car. I was beyond overwhelmed. I am sure you have been there too. Not a very fun place to visit. So I called my friend Mommy-to-be-T and said "Canyoucomehelpmepulleesse!!!" I had to say it fast for fear I would just lose it on the phone. And let's be honest, no one really needs any more reasons to think I am nuts. I do a fairly excellent job of that on my own when I try to be stable. "Of course" that was her reply. Because she may be pregnant but she is a whole lot more stable than I am. And she even made a full picnic lunch. I mean, who does THAT!? It was the best lunch I have had in a while and I even sat down at the table to enjoy it.

The next day I was driving and listening to a book on tape. Dr. Laura describes a letter she got. >>>CAUTION, it is a little naughty>>>> I am going to paraphrase.
This woman calls up and says to her "My husband has been having sex with a co-worker for 9 years. He has been doing it every day after work for 15 minutes"
(My jaw DROPPED when I heard this, as I am sure your did as well) I don't recall what the response was but I am sure it was something along the lines of "if you had been busy being intimate with him for 15 minutes each day, I am sure he would not have gone and found it with another woman." It's Dr. Laura. She is not really known for her compassion.
Well, she then goes on to talk about a letter she received from a male listener. He said that after he heard that 15 minute affair, he started thinking "What if I took 15 minutes each day to love my wife (this is not sexual, just loving in any form), or 15 minutes each day with my kids, or in scripture reading or in improving work skills etc....
I thought back to my crying breakdown episode and thought, if I can just spend 15 minutes each day in excersing, in learning to spell, in calling a friend, in loving my husband and daughter, in cleaning the house... even in dinner preparations... WOW!!! Now that would make a difference.

And so here I am, making a public goal to be better 15 minutes at a time. It took me 15 minutes to write this. That is my limit. I am now going to spend the next 15 minutes cleaning up with the hubbs... is that double dipping?