Sunday, February 28, 2010

Luck of the Irish

I don't think there is a drop of Irish blood in my lineage...what a shame, eh?

Mook definitely does, so that means the O-man at least has a wee bit of the "Luck of the Irish" running through him.

I can't help but think of this Family Guy song...





So to coax a leprechaun to visit my house this St. Patty's day, I thought I'd enter Lori's Limerick Chick Contest 2010 .




Here are my entries:


 There's a blogger named Suzy who's a knitter
She tweets a lot on twitter
She sure is sweet with all those tweets
Cause she supports every person she meets


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Shes got a story to tell
(un)complicated , and with only one L
There's lots of corn in site
And she'll make you a custom invite
So visit her site, she sure is swell


Be sure to see the other entries and VOTE for your favorite this week!

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Rockin' My Socks

 

No, I didnt forget to pair my socks correctly. I just happened to get two really sweet pair of socks from my SITM buddy (who chose to remain anonymous--come out, come out, wherever you are so I can thank you!)  

I sent socks to my new blog buddy, Hannah . She really needed some socks to keep warm, with all that snow they have been getting in her neck of the woods! 

I LOVE knee socks--so that was great thing #1. Great thing #2 is that they are awesome colors. Great thing #3, they are super soft and feel great to wear!

I appreciate all the warm feelings of support I get from the blogging community, and Kym came up with the great idea to represent those feelings:

It's The Great Sock-It-to-Me Exchange. The warmth you feel from your bloggy support is a warm and fuzzy pair of snuggly socks. Take the support with you for a trip to the stirrups. Wear them when you're chasing around your battle-won little person. Put them on when you have something to celebrate or when you need a hug. Wear them as a physical reminder of all the people inside your computer who you know care for and are thinking of you.

I love rockin' my new socks!

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Better than Aflac

It's true.

We really do come to life when you are: 

a) asleep
b) on loopy-loo medicine that makes you hallucinate
c) when you leave the house
d) all of the above




Let me properly introduce myself. 

My name is British Rubber Ducky. Yes, that is as creative as they got here in the Jeans Household. Well, thats CAPTAIN British Ducky to you, since I've taken command of the premises.

I've taken it upon myself to round up the troops around here--as it seems our Commander and Chief Master O-man and the Lady JJ have been quite under the weather the past few days. No worries, I am in constant communication with Mr. Mook while he is away on business, keeping him posted on the most up to date information.

As you can see, I have charged Rowdy the Garbage Truck to do what he does best.


Goodness knows there have been plenty of those to clean up. Would you believe me if I told you Lady JJ and Master O-man have gone through two big boxes of tissues the past few days? That's a lot of snot.

So obviously with all that snot, we need to keep things as clean as possible--avoid spreading even more germs. Our newcomer, Grow-Bot, has been happy to keep us on a very strict disinfecting schedule.


Don't plan on passing him by without getting a squirt! Sometimes he gets a little overzealous with the dispensing.  We've unfortunately been unable to keep the large brown four-legged-creature that roams the house from licking up any leftovers. It doesn't seem to mind though...

And what is an important ingredient of getting back to good health? A well balanced meal, of course!


Chef Scout has done an excellent job keeping Lady JJ and Master O-man well-fed. Warm meals, and keeping them hydrated with water, green tea and milk.

I've also made sure that those pesky every-day tasks have been taken care of, as well.


Spot has taken care of e-mail correspondence, paying bills online and updating us on any current news. He's really enjoyed keeping track and reporting all of the Olympic results--the athletes seem to only ever win an A, B or C though.....

And lastly, Learning Puppy has been assigned the task to clean up around the house--dusting, running the vacuum. Not too much to ask, right? Well, he has quite the mouth on him. Every time he touches something, he says "Haaannnnd" How disrespectful to tell me to talk to the hand!
So I gave him time out.



As you can see, he used his time-out very wisely. He made sure to check and make sure all of Lady JJ's shows were recording on the DVR. It was hard to get him out of time-out since he became quite interested in some show about oranges, rich women and plastic surgery? Why anyone would watch that is a mystery to me.

So rest assurred that me and my team have it all under control! While we wish Master O-man and Lady JJ would get better soon, I think we could get used to this....






*Can you tell I had one straaaaaaange dream? Silly cold meds.*

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Thrice as Nice

As I drove Mook to the airport this morning, I said:

"Do you realize I've been blogging for THREE years?!"


We both smiled in a moment of silence, and let my statement sink in--because we both remembered where we were literally and mentally this time three years ago...

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I remember sitting in our blue rocking chair in our office/craft room, ask
ing Mook what he thought about me blogging about the male factor diagnosis we had received days earlier.

He sort of mumbled, "You mean like writing an online diary for everyone else to read?"

And my response was, "Well yeah, but I hope to find other people writing about what I plan to write about."

That's when he swiveled around in his chair and with a smirk on his face, s
aid: "Sure, you can write about my crappy sperm and and we'll live happily ever after."

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I know that I could have easily started blogging without telling Mook--could have really been a "true" diary--but I am so glad I have had his support from day one. I've always, always said that our infertility journey has been a WE and not a ME situation. Even though we are a male factor infertile couple, I am a part of that couple. And yes, we have had our disagreements and tough times through the journey...but I'm glad we could appreciate the anniversary of my blogging together.


Also, I find it very special that the O-man was born so close to my blogging birthday. What a GREAT gift! So, as we celebrated O-man's first birthday party this weekend (despite the Snowmageddon) I whispered to my sweet boy that Mommy was also celebrating a special day-and that I couldn't wait to share my blogging stories with him someday.

He seemed quite excited! See?




OK, well maybe it wasn't all because of my blogaversary--he may have been just a little excited about eating his cake, and sharing it with his sweetheart, C. Her Mommy was so sweet to travel across the country to help us celebrate!

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Thanks to all my blog buddies, those who pop by and read every once in a while, the lurkers (say hi for my blogaversary!), my family, Mook. This space has made my life so much richer in so many ways. Thank you....



Thursday, February 4, 2010

Your First Year

My sweet O-man,

Where to even begin.

You came into our lives at 12:56 pm on February 4, 2009 and my life has never been the same...I will never forget seeing you for the first time--hearing the cry that meant you were announcing yourself to the world!

There are too many emotions swirling around in my heart and head to get it all out in a post this evening...but know this: your first birthday was spent with family, great friends, laughter, a few tears from Mommy--all happy!--and your first experience with a cupcake!

Happy 1st Birthday, my miracle boy. I love you more than you'll ever know.



"I'm supposed to do WHAT with this?"