We. Are. 23. Weeks. Pregnant.

With a girl. <3
and today is our one year wedding anniversary.
In 2 1/2 years of knowing each other we have: moved 8 times, once across state lines; had a babyboy; fought, fought, argued, grew up; tried to fix each other, failed; loved, loved some more, got pregnant again; the list goes on.

We sped right into adulthood at full speed and didn't heed the warnings of those wiser, but guess what. We lived, and though this relationship has been difficult because of our choices, we are prospering after learning how to love someone else, everyday. I love this man, I love that he loves to have babies. I love that he wants me to stay home with them, and that it's okay that sometimes I don't get to shower for 3 days. I love his love for all things music, from 3oh!3 to Bing's Christmas. I love his weird obsession with Puma socks, and the way his eyes light up when Cade runs to jump in his arms. I love that he loves me, all day, everyday, even when I'm a lunatic.

I love, love, love being his wife. for a year, and forever.

THERE IS SO MUCH GOING ON IN THE SPENCER HOUSE!

I truly wish I could write about everything, but in due time, it will be spoken.

We are not content in Ohio, and we were not content in Michigan. So, as of late, my hubbs and I have been dreaming about what we always wanted, what we always dreamed of, and how long we must remain not content until we find out where we will be happy. We are thinking Luna Pier, Michigan and the time of move would be next year in April. It's SUCH  a cute beach town, with access to Lake Erie within walking distance. Not to mention, we stopped in a few weeks ago on the way home from Lake Orion, Michigan, and fell in love with this little Beach Gelato Shop, it felt like..  Home... for both of us. All of it.

That requires job searching, home searching, saving of the monies. And that's A LOT of work, but it's still not a for sure deal. It's far enough to be 'just about us' but close enough for weekend trips to the beach for friends and family. ANYWAYS.

--I don't think that moving so much causes an unstable heart in children. I think that no change, causes a fear of change, and being comfortable in flexibility is something to learn very early in life. Our son will be content, when he feels safe and loved and secure, and that's what we work towards daily with him.


That's literally not even the tip of the iceberg in our crazy, newspaper like lives right now, seriously my fingers SO want to keep typing, but I have my lips zipped, and that's a pretty tight seal. STAY TUNED.

xo.

Why do people write?

They do it to remember the number to Pizza Hut, and what to get after paper towels. They do it to sing, to play, to remember. I think that writing is something that connects us all to one another. Whether it is a 2 year old's scribble, or a 70 year old's will. We all do it. We all write.

I write in Microsoft Office, I write in notebooks, and art pads.I write in piano chords, and in bitterness. It lets everything I feel, everything I worry about go somewhere where I can't reach, even if I want to. Mostly, the things I write, I also sing, and cry about. That's what hit me today.

I am an emotional writer.


How sad am I? To sit and sulk and write line after line of angry, hurt, happy, amazing, indifferent emotions on a piece of college ruled, and that's okay?! I think, that I think so. Sometimes, I write for hours, and erase everything out of guilt, and sometimes, I save that file to my desktop, so that in a few days or weeks, I can remember what I felt, and how much progress I have made since that day...

Today, I am writing to get my mind off of things that don't deserve my mind. A wise, very wise woman wrote to me this week, and she typed the most influential words I have ever read.

"..every time we try to change to be the person that everyone likes, it knocks out our individuality."

That is why I'm writing, because it's what I do, regardless of motive, it's who I am.

I have two words to explain this day: freaking weird.

What is wrong with me, and why is it that everytime I have down time, I am in a terrible mood? I am tired of this cycle!

Hopefully, this days brings me some joy and awakens some excitement for life out of this evil woman I woke up to be!

Erp, Erp, over and out.

Pretty, pretty, headwrap.

I used a scarf as a headwrap tonight. (Think Middle-East sand dunes style) I like it! It's edgy and comfy and as soon as my husband gets home he's going to pee his pants laughing.

So, it's perfect.

Today, I have reached a new low,

I am a Grumpy Bear.
If you lived in my house while I was growing up, you'd totally get the fact that this is NOT a good thing. It is worse then being called "bitchy", it is worse than being called anything in the handbook, it is simply NOT something to be called, and today, I am exactly that.

I was fine. I got up and had a delicious crunchy pb toast breakfast and a full cup of coffee. I relaxed on the couch and watched Toy Story with my son, and then went on a FABULOUS 5 mile hike at our nearest lake, before eating dinner with my mom. It was a great day, except I'm a grump.

It probably has something to do with Facebook, because Facebook always pisses me off somehow. I don't like communicating on it, I don't like seeing my husband communicate on it... I don't like false advertisement, therefore, I don't like Facebook. I hate the fact that simply "defriending" someone can ruin an entire relationship. What is our society coming to? I should delete it, but without it.... who would I tell when I decide to cut my hair? Duh, no one.

Pray for me, Lord knows I need it.

$

Whoever invented the paper dollar needs to check himself.

1.) Copper is worth way more than paper. Therefore 100 pennies, DOES NOT equal $1.00.



-- I redid the blog, and I think it's a good match to my actual personality: spunky and full of conversation.