Monday, May 28, 2007

Before I start the seriousness, I am just going to say that I have become VERY frustrated with dropping things on the floor. It is SO hard to pick stuff up off the floor and I get in a little bit of a bad mood every time it happens.

I'm starting a new chapter in my life soon. It was supposed to be today (my due date. Even though it's not really till the 1st). But I am also starting another chapter as well. I'm working on self-care. I am going to quote Melody Beattie because she says it well. Pretend I am saying it though.

"Self-care is an attitude toward ourselves and our lives that says, I am responsible for myself. I am responsible for leading or not living my life. I am responsible for tending to my spiritual, emotional, physical, and financial well-being. I am responsible for identifying and meeting my needs. I am responsible for solving my problems or learning to live with those I cannot solve. I am responsible for my choices. I am responsible for what I give and receive. I am also responsible for setting and achieving my goals. I am responsible for how much I enjoy life, for how much pleasure I find in daily activities. I am responsible for whom I love and how I choose to express this love. I am responsible for what I do to other and for what I allow others to do to me. I am responsible for my wants and desires. All of me, every aspect of my being, is important. I count for something. I matter. My feelings can be trusted. My thinking is appropriate. I value my wants and needs. I do not deserve and will not tolerate abuse or constant mistreatment. I have rights, and it is my responsibility to assert these rights. The decisions I make and the way I conduct myself will reflect my high self-esteem. My decisions will take into account my responsibilities.

This is my new pledge. To myself, to David, my friends, My God. I'm not saying I will be perfect. I still have a lot to learn. But I am working on it and will continue to work on it until I become pretty good at it. Thanks…..

P.S. David stepped on a large piece of glass today and we had to go to the ER. He now has 21 stitches in his foot. He is crippled and so am I (basically). Feel bad for us please. Nah... jk. 

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

So I can't decide if I want to make this serious or not serious. Maybe a combination? Maybe a little more serious since I just read the Post Secrets for this week. Love that website. Here is the link . They are all about mom's this week it seems. But really good still. I check it every week. Last week there was this really intense one about the Mormon church that had a picture of the Salt Lake Temple and it said "I hate my parents for raising me in a religion that taught me to hate myself." I can see how one might feel that way. Now don't get me wrong, I love my beliefs. I do. But I understand.

It's been a really really really stressful couple of weeks. I was in the hospital two weeks ago for a UTI and dehydration. I was dialated to a 3 then. This week I was in again for dehydration. I am now at a 4 and efaced 80%. Its a good one. I really really really want people to stop telling me to have the baby. He'll come when he's ready. For now, he's still cooking. So stop asking me. Ugh people.

I hate the lady in Motherhood Maternity. She was there again today. I was even gonna go in and get some sweet nursing bras. But I remembered my experience with this lady the last two times and I wanted to not have those experiences again. So I refrained. Next time I go, I hope she isn't there so I can complain to someone. She is SUPER pushy and made me buy things I didn't want to. I hate her. Real bad.

At least I'm hungry.

I miss certain people in my life who make me laugh a lot. I could use some of that right now. Dang it.

Well. I think that's all for now. I hope my blogs don't get erased for awhile. I like to think of them as a sort of journal. I hope this one isn't too long for anyone. I appreciate that people read my blogs too. Thank you. You are special to me. 

Sunday, May 6, 2007

So in celebration of the Sabbath day, I decided to write about yet another really great subject I LOVE so much. Okay, I hate. Its underage Mormons. This is a term my sister Steph came up with, and I am borrowing, because I think it is lovely. And it makes me laugh everytime I say it.
The definition of an underage Mormon to me is "... one who gets married at 17/18, and is pregnant and having children 9 months later." Now please, if you are an underage Mormon yourself, do not write me a hate letter explaining why you did what you did, or why you think I am a terrible person for judging you. Because I really don't care. Okay, there may be a tiny part in my heart that cares a little, but not enough to do anything about it.

Seriously. I looked at probably 5 profiles today of girls who are Mormon, age 18/19 and with 2 kids. OH MY GOSH! Please people. Stop the madness. Use birth control. God will still love you. So you know, I generalize the term "underage MORMONS" because it seems to be a cultural phenomenon within this religion. I can't figure out where it comes from either. We are never told when or how many babies to have, but we must think the world is gonna run out of people or something. No. Not gonna happen. And yes, there are many precious spirits up there waiting for a chance to come down, but they can come down in a couple of years when underagers become more legal and ready. I'm sure they wouldn't mind.

I think my biggest issue comes from the fact that these people do not even know their spouses. How are you going to know if you really like this person you are gonna be with (for eternity), when you have known him/her for 3 months? And you want to produce offspring? ugh.

Also, I really think that people sometimes get the impression that babies make things better. No. I actually can't say myself whether this is true or not (yet), but from my educational understanding (ha ha), I would say babies make things a little more difficult. So get to know your spouse a little more, and enjoy your marriage before it's taken over by a bundle of joy.

Don't worry, I am  only 23.5 years old. I realize this is young. But I feel okay with my baby alien coming because David and I have known each other almost 10 years and have been married 2. Yes. I brag about it because I am popular. And once again, I do what I want. So don't point out the fact that I am young myself. Because I know it and love it.

DISCLAIMER: These are the opinions of Lisa Nickle and solely represent her own beliefts/attitudes. The events depicted are fictional and do not represent those of any known persons. In case of coincidence, please take your complaints to someone who is sweet and will give you cookies. 

Tuesday, May 1, 2007

I think I am going to make a song like the one about "My Favorite Things" but it will be about my least favorite things. Instead of "Raindrops on roses, and whiskers on kittens.." it will say something like, " tube tops and bad spellers make me hate everyone..." Are you singing it in your head? I hope so. Seriously. ppl who spell like this and say u and r and y and things like that instead of spelling you and are and why make me want to strangle something. It's so weird because I am noticing all of these things that drive me crazy, and I sometimes want to write about them. Partly because I like the response, and partly because I hope the people who do these things will stop. Don't worry, I am a positive person most of the time, but other times I just want to whine. And i do what I want.

So another thing that just KILLS me is people who freaking chomp their gum and food. OH MY GOSH! I have to leave the room sometimes. And when I can't leave the room and I am stuck in a car or something with a person that does it, I am tempted to jump out. seriously.

Girls who go to prom, stop wearing tube top dresses. Get creative.

Old people who drive the biggest cars in the world need to STOP or have their licenses taken away .

Ugh. I am done with that part. The list could go on. But I have a lot to do.

I am in a lot of pain today. I am supposed to call my doctor cause I told David and my Mom I would. I just don't want to be one of those patients who calls about the dumb stuff. But it's pretty bad. Maybe I should do it just in case.

At least I like the smell of Biolage SO much. They have a body lotion out too. Don't worry, it's the best. I can't stop thinking about the time that David called it "Bio-log-eee". Makes me pee my pants.

Well, I should get going with my day considering that it is 1:33 in the afternoon.

I like you.