Mommy Needs A Nap

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!!

2011-12-23T17:29:00.000-08:00

Just stopped in to say I hope everyone has a happy holiday. And that for those of us missing people in our lives this year, to find joy and peace with those we are fortunate enough to have. I am having some struggles with my feelings towards my family right now, and this is the first christmas without my husbands grandmother, and its going to be hard. God bless everyone who is missing someone!

If you don't have power, that also means you cant leave the house.

2011-12-17T13:45:00.000-08:00

Today I bring to you one of those stories, that could only happen to me.

So I got off work early the other day so I could go to a doctors appt in the afternoon. I took the whole afternoon off. Bc I am smart and I hate working. Duh.

I get home around 11;30am, and as soon as I warm up my spaghettio's (with sliced franks, THE BEST KIND THERE IS) there's a knock on the door.

It's a man from the power company.

Man says: Hi. I'm from AEP. We're gonna have to cut your power for about an hour, we're working down the road here...

Me: You suck. I'm leaving in an hour, can't you wait?

***I will say here, I do not normally speak to people this way, it just came out! Luckily, he laughed.

Him: Hey, we wanna go home too!

Me: Yeah yeah. Okay, thanks for letting me know.

So I think oh that's fine, I won't have tv but my laptop is charged, I can be online...

I get on facebook, start doing my fb thang....and then....the internet cuts out.

Fuck. You have to have the router plugged in! Duh.

Agh, I am a jackass. But that's okay, I'll just go to the mall for awhile before my appt...I go out to the garage, get in my truck, push the button to open the door.....nothing.

You have to have power for that too. FUCK! Now I am stuck here. And furthermore, they better be done in a reasonable amount of time, I'm sure the 1 hour was a lie bc it always is, I have an appt to get to, AND I AM NEVER LATE EVER EVER NEVER EVER. So I text my co-worker Jen and tell her to call me on her lunch break BC I'M SO FUCKING BORED ICANTSTANDIT!!!

My appt was at 2:10. At 1:50, I am calling the office explaining why I'm going to be late. Bc I'm stuck in my fucking garage.

At 2:00, the power comes back on. 2 1/2 hrs later. Really? 1 hour, huh? I was expecting like an extra 30-45 min, not more than double.

On the upside, I'm glad out neighbors got a new power pole, seeing as we called and asked for one 6 months ago bc ours is literally shredding in our yard, and they decide to give the neighbors one. NICE.

Hug your babies a little tighter this holiday season...

2011-12-09T06:07:00.000-08:00

This has been a very depressing week. It's been awhile (again) since I've updated anything on here, but I feel compelled to do so today on a serious note.

My best friend growing up, lost her 2 month old nephew last night. He was found unresponsive yesterday morning, lifefloghted out and placed on life support. He didn't make it through the night. My heart breaks for them, and all the other families who have lost a loved one this year.

I think this year will be tough for many people. My family lost our matriach, my husbands grandmother, earlier this year, so this is our first holiday without her. It's already been tough.

Another family member is having a hard time trying to have a baby. Please say a prayer for new life, in light of allmthose we've lost.

I don't think I've announced on this blog yet, but we are expecting a 3rd child in June. I KNOW! It's crazy, but you know, ya gotta live according to God's plan, not your own. We were shocked and excited for the news, but we did also have a minor scare this week when we couldn't find a heartbeat. An urgent ultrasound showed our healthy baby, just twirling around in there. Whew.

Another friend in an online moms group I frequent, received a positive test for her baby to be at a higher risk for Down Syndrome. Prayers go to her as well.

This holiday season, I think we should all make it a point to say a few prayers, help someone in need, and remember that we all have our own issues going on. Some people don't talk about them, others wear them on their sleeve, but we all are going through something. I hope everyone has a very merry holiday season, and enjoys spending time with their family & friends, and look forward to a new year, new life, and new beginnings!

We're making it.

2011-09-22T07:04:00.000-07:00

We survived the first day of kindergarten! Not only the first day, but we are on week 3 now (I think, maybe it's 4, I don't even know!) and it's going well. Now, at least.

Okay the part that DIDN'T go well, was the first couple times of Austin getting on the bus, sans mama. The first day, he got on with his aunt ( a freshman in hs), who rode the bus at first just for him to get used to it, and he got on that bus and didn't even turn around as he walked away. He did AWESOME! I was so proud of him. And then I went back home and I cried. And then I stopped. And then I e-mailed his teacher. And then I drove by the playground at recess. And then I was the first car in line to pick him up after school. :)

But it did, it went good...the following week, we had to get on a regular schedule, and with my work, on Mon & Tues mornings, I have to go in early right now, so I cannot be there to get him on. So twice, I got to work and got a call from my father in law that he did NOT get on the bus, wouldn't even go outside. I had to leave to go get him and get his arse to school. After the 2nd offense, I didn't know what else to do, so I told him this cannot happen again, bc if it happens a 3rd time, mommy will lose her job, and he will go to jail. Bc kids that don't go to school, get arrested and go to jail, and then we'd never see each other, EVER AGAIN.

Guess who gets on the bus now? Ha. I always win.

So, since he's done so well, today is picture day, and I told him yesterday as a reward, I would take him to school. He was super excited and everything was great until we walked into school. Cue to clinging to legs, and eyes swollen with tears. Guess I won't be doing THAT again.....and he even spiked his hair today bc he wanted to have his hair just like his teachers. lol

Enough about that....I should also take this time, to announce to the world that he scored the game winning goal at his soccer game on Saturday, and blocked every goal attempt in the first half as goalie! They don't keep score for the 5-6 age group, but obviously the parents do. haha He got the goal, the last play of the game! Proud mama moment #497.

One of these days, I plan to pick this blog back up, but my writers block lately has been a complete pain in my ass. Even on my fb page. I feel so much pressure, bc all the time, people tell me how much they love reading my fb posts, and look forward to them, which I LOVE, don't get me wrong, but it's a lot of pressure, when there's 300 people on fb to read YOUR status. lol

I'll close this with a quote from the song "Never Grow Up" by Taylor Swift....I am in love with this song and it makes me cry, for reals.

"To you, everything's funny. You've got nothing to regret. I'd give all I have honey, if you could stay like that. Oh darlin don't you ever grow up, don't you ever grow up, just stay this little; Oh darlin don't you ever grow up, don't you ever grow up, it could stay this simple."

New Beginnings...

2011-08-30T18:04:00.000-07:00

So this may turn out to be a not-so-funny post. Sors.

My oldest offspring starts kindergarten tomorrow. To be honest, I'm just glad I've kept another human alive this long. What an accomplishment!! Especially bc my goldfish didn't make it through the night.

I have no idea how the morning is going to go. Anyone who knows my child, knows that my child is the mini version of yours truly. He does NOT do ANYTHIIIINNNNGGGG that he does NOT want to do. Period. There is no maybe I'll try it....oh no. He is just not gonna do it. And he is painfully shy...Oh so shy! These 2 traits really work against him sometimes. I know the feeling!

He will either leap into the classroom, all smiles, or he will have a miserable day. There is no in between.

60% of me thinks he will be okay. He says he's excited. What he actually DOES may be a different story...

BUt it's not just a new beginning for him...it is for this mama too. Mama Bear is super emotional. Like, SUPER. I have cried and cried, for hours on end. My husband thinks I'm stupid. He says I am a train wreck & a hot mess. He doesn't get it. Men are stupid.

Why am I emotional?? I am truly so happy for him, bc I think he will great, he will thrive, and will make friends that will be lifelong.

But I am letting go of my first baby. The baby that changed my whole world. When I sat on the bathroom floor that night, the last thing on my mind was my baby growing up and going to kindergarten. It was more like holy shit I need to get my life together right this second, and give my kid the world.

And now I am giving my kid to the world.

I am giving my kid to world he does not know. The people in that school, they don't know him. They don't love him. They don't know how to handle his stubborness, they don't know what he thinks is funny, they don't know that his favorite color is brown, and that he wants to be a "worker" when he grows up, and that he loves his sister so much, he knows all of her allergies.

They don't know that this little boy, who always forgets 17, and goes from 16 to 18 every single time (17 doesn't even exist to him), is the little boy responsible for my life, and my husbands. They don't know he's the reason we went from nothing to a whole lotta something in the span of 6 years... This little guy, he's a pretty cool dude, and if not for him, who knows where we'd be.

It hurts my heart SO BAD to think about another kid being mean to him, or making fun of him...he'll be all alone. Oh it hurts. The last time I felt actual pain in my heart was in high school when I couldn't make someone love me. Yeah. It's like THAT.

All I can do is hope, that's it's all been enough. I hope he can find it somewhere in that big, but not always apparent, heart of his to make a friend. He's a charmer, he'll win 'em over.

So tomorrow, I will watch him get on a school bus. I will let go of his hand, and give him a little push. And if that doesn't work, I will scoop him up and take him myself. And I will hand him over to a teacher, that I don't know, but I can already tell will love him. And then I will cry. I will come home, and I will cry. I will cry until I can't cry anymore. Why? Bc I need him to be loved. I need to feel that he is loved. Not everyone will always love him, but SOMEONE will. Someone's going to be his friend, there is a girl he knows in his class, and she loves him (no really, they were bf & gf once) and she will help others to see how great he is. And that teacher? Well he's about to meet one of the funniest little guys he'll ever know!

I want include a poem that was shared with me, from a teacher to a parent:

The First Day

I gave you a little wink and smile
As you entered my room today.
For I know how hard it is to leave
and know your child must stay.
You've been with him for five years now
and have been a loving guide,
but now, alas, the time has come
to leave him at my side.
Just know that as you drive away
and tears down your cheeks may flow
I'll ove him as I would my own
and help him learn and grow.
For as a teacher, I too know
how quickly the years do pass
for not too long ago it was my turn
to take my child to class.
So please put your mind at ease
and cry those tears no more
for I will love him and take him in
when you leave him at my door.

And here is another one that pretty much sums it all up...well its wordy so it's not really summing anything up, but it was shared with me and makes me cry and if I'm cry, you have to cry bc that's MNAN rules! :
I TRUST YOU'LL TREAT HER WELL

World, I bequeath to you today one little girl in a crispy dress.. with two blue eyes...and a happy laugh that ripples all day long, and a batch of light blonde hair that bounces in the sunlight when she runs. I Trust You'll Treat Her Well.

She's slipping out of the backyard of my heart this morning and skipping off down the street to her first day at school. And never again will she be completely mine...

Prim and proud, she'll wave a young and independent hand this morning, and say goodbye and walk with little-lady steps to the nearby schoolhouse...

Gone will be the chattering little girl who lived only for play, and gone will be the delightful little child who roamed the yard like a proud princess without a care in the world.

Now, she will learn to stand in lines...and wait by the alphabet for her name to be called...

She will learn to tune her little-girl ears for the sound of school bells, and for deadlines...

She will learn to giggle and gossip... and to look at the ceiling in a disinterested way when the little boy across the aisle sticks out his tongue.

Now she will learn to be jealous...and now she will learn how it is to feel hurt inside...and now she will learn how not to cry. No longer will she have time to sit on the front porch steps on a summer day and watch while an ant scurries across a crack in the sidewalk...

Or will she have time to pop out of bed with the sunrise and kiss her dad good morning. Now she will worry about important things...like grades...and what dresses to wear...and whose best friend is whose. Now she will worry about the little boy who pulls her hair at recess time... and staying after school...and which little girls like which little boys...And the magic of books and knowledge will soon take the place of the magic of her blocks and dolls.

And she'll find her new heroes. For five full years I've been her sage and playmate...her pal and coach...her parent and friend. Now, she'll learn to share her worship and adoration with her teachers (which is only right).

No longer will her parents be the smartest, and greatest in the world. Today, when the first school bell rings, she'll learn how it is to be a member of the group...with all its privileges, and, its disadvantages, too.

She'll learn in time that proper young ladies don't laugh out loud...or keep frogs in pickle jars in bedrooms...or watch ants scurry across the cracks in a summer sidewalk...

Today, she'll begin to learn for the first time that all who smile at her are not her friends. That "the group" can be a demanding mistress... and I'll stand on the porch and watch her start out on the long, long journey to becoming a woman.

So WORLD, I BEQUEATH TO YOU TODAY ONE LITTLE GIRL in a crispy dress, with two blue eyes, a happy laugh that ripples all day long, and a batch of light blonde hair that bounces in the sunlight when she runs.

I TRUST YOU'LL TREAT HER WELL.

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Where have I BEEN?!?!

2011-08-14T16:06:00.000-07:00

Agh I hate that I haven't been keeping up with blogging lately!! I beg your forgiveness. That is, if anyone still bothers to read this crap. Probably not.

Moving on.

I did a workout program called Slim in 6. As in, 6 weeks. I stretched it out over 8. No need to rush things, ya know? In my defense, it was ONLY because we were on vacation for 4 days, which included my BIL's wedding (i.e. not much vacation, but rather a lot of shit to do out of town!) and on the tailend of that little vacay, we went to Cedar Point and I was INJURED.

Seriously. Injured, people.

I used to LOOOOVE roller coasters. like seriously, LOVED THEM. I never puked, I only felt a little ill after about 17 rides....I was good. to. go.

The last time I went, was about ohhhhhh 7-8 years ago.

Apparently, 25 is the cutoff for adventures as such. I didn't even ride any big coasters, bc I knew I'd get sick. So instead, we spent most of our time in the kiddie Snoopy area. I rode the freaking Woodstock Express twice with my son, which, to it's credit, was a really fun little kiddie coaster (again, or am I just getting old???) and I kid you not, I went to the chiropractor 2 days later, and I had 5 ribs out of place.

Yes, 5.

I could barely walk, I was in so much pain. It was awful. I can't believe I made it through 2 days of work like that. Horrendous. So the next 2 weeks consisted of more adjustments and I was told to "take it easy". I took that as "no working out".

So I lost NOTHING. NOT AN INCH. NOT A POUND. NADA.

Eh well. I was bored with it anyway.

I DID go buy some cute workout clothes though...onto the next one....

It's been awhile...

2011-06-03T18:54:00.000-07:00

...for a lot of things (get ya mind out the gutter). I mean things like BLOGGING and EXERCISING. They go hand in hand, ya know...

Anywho- I haven't blogged in forever. I just kinda hit a writers block and there's other blogs I read daily, and between that and all the time I need for facebook, I just haven't had time. (FB is practically a full time job.)

This post is the beginning of a new MNAN series called (....drumroll...........) GET SARAH SKINNY.

Recently, I was introduced to Beachbody, the people who bring you fitness buffs programs like P90X and Turbo Jam! My hubs' cousin is a coach for beachbody and held an open house a couple weeks ago, so I went. Her & her hubs have had great results with their workout programs...and let's just talk about the elephant in the room- I look like I'm 4 months along. Which is a problem because I'm ZERO months along.

So I decided to do the Slim in 6 program. I can't commit to more than 6 weeks, otherwise I'll never see the light. I am starting it Monday. In preparation for this, I am doing a 2 day fast this weekend (GOD HELP ME) and will follow their suggested 6 day diet for the first week on Slim.

I am really excited to start, even though exercise, just the mere thought of it, makes me want to vom. I hate being short of breath, I hate sweating, I hate feeling uncomfortable. But ya know what else makes me uncomfortable?? Having a baby belly with NO BABY. That makes me feel WAY more uncomfortable. It makes me want to go all people-of-walmart on you and start wearing pajama' all over town. Instead, I just keep my scrubs on after work. Way classier. Right??

So wish me luck. I'd post before-during-after pics but well, this is the internet, and a blog, which can't be THAT secure, and I don't want my nastyness hanging up on some guy's interior prison cell wall. Not that I'd ever know if it was?! But it's the principal, and we know how I always fight for the principal even when it blows up in my face....I digress.

Just take my word on my progress. Peace out.

I am on a search...

2011-04-21T19:55:00.000-07:00

So it's been forever since I've posted anything, but if anyone actually still reads this, I am looking for my dear friend Kelly, formerly of the blog Speaking From The Crib! She is the chiz and was the first blog I really loved. Kelly, if you read this, e-mail me bc I'm thinking of you & hope you're okay!

That's it. Deuces.

My infant clothes obsession is getting out of hand.

2011-02-26T16:29:00.000-08:00

Is that how you spell "obsession"??? idk.

Anywho....so I went to Hobby Lobby today, to look at some fabric to get ideas for something, and I see they have the cutest little dress hanging up on display to show you what you can do with the new spring fabrics. This dress was freaking ADORABLE. Like, sooooo cute. And there is only 1 way I can get it.

I took my ass to Jo Ann Fabrics and signed up for sewing classes biznitches.

I'm sure I could probably have ASKED if there was a possibility of buying the dress, but whatever. I need to make that shit.

Need I mention, that I am also a member of an online forum specifically dedicated to certain children's clothing brands?? And that I spend a commendable amount of time on this forum...and that I actually have my very own thread dedicated to my ISO's.

What is an ISO you ask?? I WILL TELL YOU.

ISO stand for 'In Search Of'...as in specific pieces I am searching for, in certain sizes for Brynn.

This is what my life has come down to. I mean really, they're just clothes.

But they make my kid better dressed than yours, which is EVERYTHING to me.

So spam me with any 18-24 gymboree fairy fashionable and daddy's night owl you may have. Please and thank you.

And no, I will not sew you anything.

Put on a happy face! (Right??)

2011-01-22T16:20:00.000-08:00

So.

This is the chaos my life has ensued as of late.

Brynn spent last Thursday- Sunday in the hospital last week. I took her in to the dr's office bc she had a high fever, and they admitted her bc by the time I got there she was just like a hot, limp little dishrag. They put her on iv fluids, did bloodwork, sent he rhome with the most expensive antibiotic I've ever heard of, and decided that they think she has fluid behind her eardrum. Hello, ENT referral & tubes. No biggir, right? Okay.

So then Wednesday, my boss asks me to meet with her to talk shit about a new employee, i.e. tell her what I think so they can decide to fire her or not. Enter CEO who tells me he will be making me full time soon, and he'll let me know when to put in my notice at the other place. Yay!

In case you're keeping score, we are now at Lemons-1; Lemonade-1. Follow me?

Friday, husband gets laid off. Lemons have taken the lead.

Austin is having tonsils & adenoids out in a couple weeks, read that as: MORE MEDICAL SHIT I CAN'T AFFORD RIGHT NOW. Lemons are now up by 2.

Same week as T&A: Brynn must see an allergist so we can get the entire list of what she is allergic to- now read THAT as, Brynn must live off of rice for the rest of her life bc I'm pretttyyyyy confident she is allergic to everything that goes into her mouth. Everything. Lemons are whipping my arse. Considering a forfeit.

The score is holding steady at Lemons-4; Lemonade-1.

BUT.

I will continue (try to, at least) to be a generally happy person. I will play with my kids and make them laugh, even when the $1600 antibiotics are making them puke & poop all over the place and enduce yeast infections (another score for the Lemons). I will still spend countless hours making online carts I could never actually afford to buy, even with both of us employed. I will wake up everyday & go to work, and enojy conversations with my work friends, and laugh at the silly things the kids tell me.

My wedding song that M & I first danced to was "So Small" by Carrie Underwood. I chose that song bc I truly love the lyrics...

"Sometimes, that mountain you've been climbing is just a grain of sand.
What you've been out there searching for is in your hands,
And when you figure out love is all that matters after all,
It sure makes everything else seem so small.

It's so easy to get lost inside
A problem that seems so big at the time
It's like a river that's so wide
It swallows you whole

And when you're sittin round thinking bout
What you can't change
And worrying about all the wrong things
Times flyin by
Moving so fast
You better make it count cause you can't get it back"

It's just a grain of sand.

Nellas' ONEder Fund

2011-01-09T10:32:00.000-08:00

Hi everyone, today I'm going to put my potty mouth aside, my whining to a minimum...I know I don't have a LOT of followers, but those who do, I hope you see this post, and I hope you see the love that comes with it.

I've been following Kelle Hampton's blog for a few months now. (You can see the button to her site posted to the right of this post!) Kelle is a Florida photographer, mother of 2 girls, and 2 bonus sons as well.

Her 2nd daughter, Nella, was born Jan 22, 2010, with downs syndrome, unexpectedly. Her birth story is absolutely amazing, it is a must read for all mothers! When you go to her page there is a button that says "Start here if you're new" that will link you to the birth story.

In honor of Nella's upcoming 1st birthday, Kelle started a fundaraiser to raise money for the National Downs Syndrome Society. Her original goal was $15,000. She met that in under 24 hours. So she doubled the goal to $30,000.

As of now, less than 2 days in, she has raised over $22,000.

This is BIG, people.

She asked anyone that has gotten anything from her blog, to donate $5. Or more. $5 is a magazine at the grocery store checkout. Or $5 can be giving designer gene'd kids a chance to do something they may have have be able to.

Pay it forward peeps. Read 1 post from Kelle & you'll be hooked. Click on her button on my page, and it will direct you to her site, where another button will be under her header to direct you to the donation site.

I only donate to things that grab me & suck me in. This is one.

http://www.kellehampton.com/

Finally. Party Day arrived.

2011-01-02T09:10:00.000-08:00

I have been planning my daughter's first birthday party since August. No jokes. I am a lunatic about my kids bday parties. I always had shitty parties, I want them to have good ones, kwim??

Okay, I'm going to let the pics do the talking here. Mostly. My usual venue was my garage, so I did the best I could transforming it from a workshop/car storage center to a winter onederland. Enjoy!

I made a few of these luminaries for the tables. Yes, I AM awesome, thank you.

1 of 2 cupcake trees. (trees are martha stewart collection from macy's.)

The banner, signs & cupcake toppers are all custom made from Party Pops on Etsy. Check her out, she's awesome, and great to work with as well.

The dessert tabel, I was trying to fit it all in, but cut off some of the bottom. You can kinda see a couple hanging snowflakes from the ceiling as well. I also had pink snowflake garland draped around the front of the table, you can't see here.

And here's one of the birthday girl of course! This while we sang happy birthday, with her cupcake, trying to keep her from grabbing fire...

I would've added more, and tried to in fact, but I have a new program, and it takes forever, bc I haven't figured out how to adjust the file sizes yet.

Happy Birthday to my dear, sweet, little girl. I can't believe it's been a year already! I have fought so hard for you this year, all I want is to make you feel okay! We are still fighting for you, and will keep fighting for you, until we get it all figured out. I will never settle, I promise. You light up my life & make me so happy, I can't put it into words. I never knew how awesome it would be to have a daughter, but now I do. We all love Miss Brynn!!!

This is my official Holiday Post. Gingerbread tastes like shit.

2010-12-23T13:14:00.000-08:00

With the holidays rapidly approaching, I figured it was time for a new post. I'm a blogging slacker anymore. Mostly because I can't think of a title. (As evidenced above.)

I've been stressing. Not about the holidays, about life in general again. Involving work and money. While I really enjoy money, I do not enjoy the act of working, nor do I enjoy working and still having no money. How the hell does that happen??

Once again the holidays have snuck up on me. I kept putting off getting my official Christmas shirts to see Santa, something I do every single year, and now it is too late and we will be sporting whatever red shirts I find in the closet. Christmas-1. Mommy-0.

So I made gingerbread men with my son the other night, just to partake in a holiday tradition. While I was stirring up the dough, I was already about to vom. It smells horrendous. Like, really, REALLY bad. But I can honestly say I've had really good gingerbread before, so I figured I'd give it a shot. I set up a section of the counter with all different icings & sprinkles so that my son could decorate until his little hearts content. What did we end up with you ask? Gingerbread men with sad faces made of red hots. Yes, he gave them sad faces. Isn't that so sad?? Whatev. They tasted liked shit anyway, so they're totally just to look at. We're re-doing the cookie thing tonight with no-fail sugar cookies. But I can get kinda crazy when it comes to baking, like, I MUST bake to perfection. I MUST decorate to perfection. It's my thing. So it takes a LOT for me to let my kid have a little fun in the kitchen around the holidays, bc I truly want my baked goods to look better & taste better than everyone else's. I'm competitive with my cookies & cakes. I made some reindeer face cookies for his preschool party last week (my favorite place to show off my skills...to 4 year olds...)and I sent a pic to my bff's phone, and when I got the response "God damn fuckin Betty Crocker", I knew I did good. "Martha Stewart" is also an acceptable comparison.

Merry Christmas to you & yours, from me & mine. :)

Merry effing Christmas.

Just kidding....there ya go. Some happy faces.

No matter your age or marital status, no one wants to be seen buying a pregnancy test.

2010-12-03T16:01:00.000-08:00

So my husband told me months ago, that pills are NOT the best form of birth control for me, bc I can't remember SHIT. I can't. But I really wanted to try. Bc I had previously used the ring, which hurt my vag pretty bad, not gonna lie, and the stupid shot made me gain a good 15 lbs. Not fair. To hurt my vag therefore ruin the "sex life", or be fat, or hope to remember pills??? I'm gonna pick hope to remember pills.

Well I did NOT remember a couple of those pills, hence going to buy a pregnancy test. I held it in my left hand so people would see my diamond as I clutched that box, and of course I stopped along the way for decoy items. Kids toothpaste & CARS body wash. I'm such a mom. And OF COURSE, I've NEVER seen a line at the self scan until I need to DISCREETLY BUY A PREGNANCY TEST. It;s not so discreet when I'm standing in line in the middle of the people packed isle.

FYI-Test #1 was neg. Test #2 comes in the morning.

UPDATE: Saving test #2 for next month. Started. lol At exactly 4:30 am. How do I know this? Let me tell you the timeline of my night: 9:45pm- go to bed. 11:00-baby wakes up crying, hubs brings her into our bed bc it's one of THOSE nights. 12:00am-wake up & vomit bc of nasty pizza for dinner. yay. 12:30-more baby crying. 4:00-son comes into our room crying bc he wants his blanket, that we could not find anywhere before bed. 4:30-baby crys some more. 4:31-monthly visitor arrives. slight feeling of sadness. 4:34-hubs gives baby a bottle & had a great idea to chekc under ottoman for said blanket. Blanket is found. 4:45- son starts puking due to nasty pizza as well. 5:30-son still puking. 6:30- still puking. 6:45- get up to work my first saturday on a new schedule. 7:15-leave for work. come home at 12:15, let myself off early bc we had a familt thanksgiving at 1:30. son is still puking. ;( and mommy is EXHAUSTEEDDDDDDDDDD.

My love for Whitecastle

2010-11-14T14:26:00.000-08:00

All I have to say, is my kids just had their first Whitecastle sliders...

AND THEY FUCKING LOVED 'EM.

Mind you, they were the frozen microwavable kind (a burger in 60 seconds! AMAZING!) so they haven't even had the GOOD shit yet.

And for all of you out there, that think the WC is gross, eff off. That stuff is da bomb. Seriously. I grew up on that. And the closest one in about 2 hrs away, and I seriously considered moving over it after high school. My family used to make trips into Columbus every Sunday for WC. SO GOOD. Good enough for after church food.

I nearly cried last time I was in Columbus a few months ago for a bach. party, and stopped & got Burger King (ack!) with my last few dollars, only to look up and realize there was a Whitecastle across the street. It was the liveliest I was that entire night. I may or may not have gotten teary eyed. You decide.

If you live down south, Krystal is a close substitute, but still not the same. But I'll take it. (Come to think of it, down south is where all the good food is. Quincy's, anyone?? Holla.)

And if you haven't had it, we are no longer friends. Okay we are, but only if you try it & YOU LIKE IT. I'm so serious about this.

Life is good.

2010-11-04T12:41:00.000-07:00

Wow, it's been awhile since I've posted. I'm feeling very reflective today. I've been reading a blog, that I absolutely love. Go to http://www.kellehampton.com/ if you haven't already, and read Nella's story. And then keep reading. Kelle is a mother of 2 girls (and 2 bonus sons as well) that learned upon her youngest daughters arrival, that she had down's syndrome. It is an excrutiatingly heartfelt, painful, loving, amazing, and beautifully written birth story. It was also featured in Parent's magazine, I believe it was, just a few months ago. Many have read Nella's Story, but I encourage you to read & follow this amazing blog. She truly, truly has a way with words, and writing her feelings in a way, I only wish I could. She is awesome!

One of Kelle's posts, was about the grays of her day and the color of her day. The gray being something not so uplifting, and the color being some happiness.

So here's the grays of my day today:

My husbands grandmother is very ill, and in the hospital. Please pray for her, we love her dearly. And it occured to me last night, that we have not taken a pic of her yet with little miss Brynn. And this rips my heart out that we don't have these pictures. I pray for her, and for Brynn, that she gets well, and I swear we will take a lot of pictures!

Another shade of gray: just life in general beating us up. There's never enough money. There's always something that comes up when we get any. My hubs has been gone a lot lately, working all day, class 2 nights a week, on the off days, he's either been putting a new motor in his truck that was on it's last leg, or helping his cousin with gutting their new house, which hubs is doing the electrical work.

The colors of my day: We are all healthy. We have a warm home, we have food in the fridge. We had some family fun at the pumpkin patch last weekend. The baby is taking nap #3 already today, I'm glad for the break, and bc she is getting over this cold. My son is playing happily today, and even VOLUNTEERED to vacuum the living room. And did a pretty good job at it. I'm glad I have a good man in my life, that manages to make things work out for us. Yeah times are tough. But really, how tough are they in comparison? I'm sitting here in a cushy chair, on my laptop, my son is wearing head to toe gap athletic clothes, watching tv on a plasma hanging on the wall, and I have to go do laundry that has piled up bc we have enough to allow it to pile up. Life is good.

This is a pic from late august/early sept...but I love his smile here...(and I gotta figure out how to download pics onto this laptop...maybe I'll do that tonight!)

When it rains, it pours. So where can I get cute rain boots, size 8?

2010-10-14T15:10:00.000-07:00

I haven't been a very active internetish person the past 2 days, the baby was in the hospital. We now believe she had a simple stomach virus, and she is feeling better ut still not up to par.

We took her to the ER Tuesday night around 9:30-10 pm, bc she started vomiting around 8 out of nowhere. The girl had agreat day, there was not even the slightest cold-like symptom. But she just randomly started vomiting & gagging horribly, and I just could not let her go through the night like that, I didn't want her getting dehydrated. So off the ER we go. Which is EXACTLY in our budget right now, let me tell you. Hopefully we've met our out of pocket max for the year, or I'm going to be making payments for a long, long time.

Anyway, in the ER they did some bloodwork, did a chest xray, and said she had pneumonia. Ummm hello? What? Pneumonia? She hasn't even freakin SNEEZED. But I'm not a doctor, so what do I know? Then her white blood cells were elevated, so they decide they need to do a spinal tap to check for meningitis. And then tell me horrible meningitis is and all of the horrible things that cold happen. Needless to say, I stood in the hallway with the hubs, crying for awhile until they came out & said the spinal fluid was clear. Thank God, bc it was one of those moments where I was just wondering if things that you hope will never happen, were going to happen. Worst. feeling. ever.

They finally admitted her and got us a room in peds around 4am. We were exhausted. She still vomited some in the morning, so she wasn't allowed to eat for 8 hours to allow her stomach to rest. She finally started taking some pedialyte this morning, and eventually took a bottle, all of which has stayed down. Now, we have diarrhea instead. The doctor wanted to keep her another night, but honestly, it's too much for out family to do that, and we can't afford for hubs to miss more work. I think I can handle the diarrhea. I've done it numerous times with my son, and she's going to her regular doctors office early in the morning, so I'm really not worried about it. I think she'll be fine.

And on top of this, hubs is in his cousins wedding this weekend, so will be tied up Friday & Saturday nights. Hopefully, she'll be well enough we can still make it to the wedding.

So keep little miss Brynn in your prayers. She acts fine, you'd never know something was wrong with her. So hopefully her poop turns to more soft serve rather than pond water. ;)

I'm baaaaaaaacccckkkkkkk

2010-10-07T04:27:00.000-07:00

Hello my little monsters! Yes, I AM actually Lady Gaga. No, not really, but I do enjoy a good meat dress when appropriate.

There I go getting off track already.

So my computer literally melted last week. Don't ask. So Hubs debated the options for a few days and finally decided to buy a laptop, which I am on now. Hopefully he fixes the desktop soon as well. I kinda miss my giant way too expensive super duper computer screen. It's pretty awesome as far as computer monitors go. And I was pissed when he bought it. Ha.

Huh well this would be maybe a bit more interesting but there is a baby staring at me whining, like she wants food or something. Peace out dolls.

(Dolls. What was Kourteney thinking wanting another baby with Scott????)

rah rah oo la la la rah ma rum mama gaga oo la la.....BAD ROMANCE

2010-09-21T15:55:00.000-07:00

I just like that song. Still.

So.

Another of my fav bloggers- a blogging DUO actually called out my next post idea in the comments of my last fab hair post. Thank you, Two-Non Blondes. Unicorns & sparkles to you. And skulls. What? Ok.

In my last post, I briefly discussed the kissy face. This is also known as the duck face. And there is a wholllllle website devoted to it, and it's NOT FACEBOOK. I know. It is this masterpiece: antiduckface.com

Read the comments. Add you own. Live it, love it, REMEMBER IT.

NO KISSY/DUCK FACES.

I have compiled a list of requirements on kissy/duck face pics, based on what I've seen here, and splashed all over facebook.

1. Obviously, the kissy/ duck lips. Duh.

2. Cleavage.

3. Throwing the deuces. "Peace sign" for you old, un-hip folks.

4. Camera angled from above your face, at arm's distance, bc you know you look too stupid to actually do this in front of someone while they take your picture.

5. Background must be either home bathroom, bar bathroom, or teenage bedroom. Sometimes, the setting will also be a sports game/party.

6. There will be beer.

7. Girl's arm must be around a guy if another person is in the picture. Usually he's black.

8. If not a guy, another chick, also making a duck face & throwing deuces.

9. A tan.

10. Heavy eyeliner.

6 out of 10 requirements must be met to achieve. Just kidding, just put that stupid so not sexy pout on your face!!!

And here's a couple of pics of MY duck face...WAIT, WAIT!! I THOUGHT I HAD SOME AND I DO NOT HAVE ANY!!! I SWEAR I THOUGHT I DID! So here's the closest you get:

Insert catchy title here

2010-09-16T09:35:00.000-07:00

So thanks to my fav blogger in all the land Kelly, at Speaking From The Crib, for inspiring today's post. Go here to see what all the fuss is about.

I took her advice and cut my hair. French bob style, a la Kristin Cavallerri. Yeah she's still around. I always liked her on Laguna...

Anywho- I chopped the mane. Mostly bc my dream of Kardashian/Aniston/well mostly Kardashian hair is just never coming true and I really need to just get over it. Every time my hair gets past my shoulders, I'm all like Hells yeah, I'm gonna have to hottest hair in all the land. And it never happens. What REALLY happens, is I put a bunch of shit in my hair, including but not limited to, mousse, gel, silk therapy, blow dry lotion, and use a plethera of styling tools, including but not limited to, blow dryer, crappy flat iron, crappy curling iron, velcro rollers, hot rollers...And what I end up with is...

...crappy looking hair that feels crappy and is in crappy condition.

And then comes my ponytail. Or my high school trademark of I don't even know what it's called, but I pull half my hair through the ponytail at my attempt for the messy, but I spent forever on this look. Which is also crap. I'd post a pic but as I told my facebook friends, I don't really like taking pics of myself, and I think the whole kissy-face that every girl makes when they take their own pic is getting a little out of hand, don't you think?

I mean really? Is that kissy face supposed to be hot or sexy or something? It looks effing retarded if you ask me. (disclaimer: I believe I have ONE of these pics on my fb page- BUT in my defense, it is at least 3 years old, I did not take it of myself, and it was when I still drank occasionally, and this was one of those occasions. I do not get all dolled up to take pics in front of myself in front of my bedroom mirror or bar bathroom. Bc that's where all the others seem to be at.)

When life hands you lemons...

2010-09-15T13:33:00.000-07:00

...make some lemonade.

...add vodka.

...OR JUST GO THE FUCK OFF.

Hello pleasant MNAN readers. All 3 of you. I'm here today to discuss something I'm officially calling bullshit on.

I am a good person. I am. Sometimes I say the F word a lot, and often times I speak about people in ways I would never really say to their face. But generally, I am good. I heart my family, I work hard, and I've worked hard to get this family to where we are. I have a lot of pride, though we still go without most all of our wants in life at this point. Here's why I'm pissed today:

I'm pissed bc I've been out of school for over 2 years now and still have yet to secure full time employment. I'm pissed bc I've spent hundreds of dollars on stamps to mail out resumes, knowing full well that no one is hiring, but someday they might, and appreciate my persistence. I'm pissed bc in college they tell you a bunch of shit about how you're bettering yourself, and you will just love your profession, and this is the best thing you've ever done in your whole entire life. I'm pissed bc I saw the light at the end of the tunnel. I'm pissed bc everytime I feel like I catch a much-deserved break, I get slapped in the face.

Without going into too much detail, I have been blessed enough to qualify for unemployment benefits. I got an e-mail today that I may lose them for reasons that are entirely, 100% not my fault. The system needs to change, that's the bottom line. And I have a great feeling I'm going to get screwed in the process. Bc I told the truth. However, if I was a liar and could do that not feel guilty, I'd be just fine. Isn't that GRAND?????

I'm pissed at my former employer who has PROMISED I will receive my job back in due time, but yet again, when a full time person quit, the position was not even offered to me and someone else has the job, when I've got 2 years and literally blood, sweat and tears into that place. And they can STILL tell me that they love me, and want me to be there & keep me employed. Really? Bc you sure as hell don't act like it. I'm sick of people being hired over me. So sick of it. Even if I did go back, at this point I'm so pissed, they'd probably start disliking me pretty fast. I'm pissed bc my other job as well is a dead end.

So how long do I have to wait for a full time position? How long? I would just go back to school now, but I have a ton of student loans out there that I haven't even begun to pay back. Otherwise I'd do something else in a heartbeat. It kills me, that something I worked so hard for has failed me. It's failed me for over 2 years now. My only hope, is there is a chain dental office being constructed in town now, and I pray to God I can get in there. In my head, I'm already hired. I try to positive all the time, I keep telling myself that what's meant to be will be, but how long will it take? How long does my family have to live paycheck to paycheck? This is just ridiculous. I never do anything for myself, everything I do, I do for my kids, and I haven't even bought their fall clothes yet bc we've been trying to get back on our feet since my initial lay-off, and I swear, like we finally got there this week. We got caught u[p on everything, paid bills a month ahead like we usually do, I did do a little shopping for the baby & got halloween costumes, we went to an amusement park last weekend, going to a football game this weekend, things have been looking up. And his whole unemployment thing has screwed me again.

Sorry for the vent, I'm just so irritated now. One of these days I'll have something happy & funny to post about again, I promise.

Remembering Sept. 11th

2010-09-11T07:53:00.001-07:00

When we go to history class throughout school, we learn about certain days that meant something big. But they were always so long ago, before my time. You never know when one of those days will happen in your lifetime. We learned about when Kennedy was shot, D-Day, Independence Day... My kids are going to learn about September 11th, 2001.

I remember walking into my junior year physics class, whatever class I had just left, didn't have the tv on, so we didn't even know yet. I walked in and there was maybe 7 students already in class, and everyone was sitting quietly in their seats watching tv. The teacher was sitting behind his desk, watching tv. I sat down, and started watching having no idea what was going on. I saw the towers, lots of smoke everywhere, and the news was covering it all. I remember sitting there watching as the 2nd plane was headed straight for the other tower. Just watching. Helplessly. As the rest of the country did as well. I can't even imagine what the poor people inside were thinking seeing this plane coming right for them. It's horrible, it's awful, it's absolutely heartbreaking. At this point, no one really knew what was going on or who was really behind all of this. I remember panicking, KNOWING we were going to war with SOMEONE. We didn't even know who yet. I remember knowing in my gut, this was major. This was going to be an all-out war, and so many service people were going to go. And I remember thinking what if we don't have enough people? What if they call my brother back? What does this mean for our country?? So much uncertainty. I remember thinking about how my mom must be flipping out at home, wondering the same things as me. I also remember thanking God that I didn't know anyone in New York, and feeling absolutely devastated for those who did, and lost loved ones on that day.

I still cry just recalling all of it. Especially now, having my own family, being older, more understanding...it breaks my heart. I've been fighting tears all day. I am so thankful for the men & women who have and do continue to fight for our country, for our freedoms, for our right to live. I sit here, in my comfy home, upset I spent so much at the grocery, but so thankful I have the money to pay for it, and that those items are available to us. I considered talking to my 4 year old about this day & what it means, but I couldn't. I couldn't get through it without crying. Instead, I just hugged him and told him I loved him so so much. He said he loved me too and hugged me back. And I closed my eyes, and just took in the moment. I wouldn't have those moments if it weren't for our servicemen & women. God Bless those who serve, and those who have lost their lives, so we could live ours.

Whoa, quick recap. Not that interesting, let's be honest here.

2010-08-27T11:35:00.000-07:00

Wow, a lot of time has gone by since I've posted last. Oopsie. not much to report- I'm being summoned AGAIN this weekend to bridesmaid duty. I have a feeling this is going to be ginormous wedding. There was like 90 ppl just at the bridal shower....so yeah. Wish I was THEM, getting all THOSE gifts. Man.

I feel like I've hit a writing road block lately. Or maybe I'm just too lazy to post shit. There are so many times I think of a really great post, but I'm in the recliner with my feet up watching Big Brother. And that is where I stay. Speaking of, I LOVE Britney!

Anyone see the Hoff Roast? Freaking hysterical. That Greg Giraldi character was a lot funnier than I ever thought he'd be. What the hell happened to Last Comic Standing? God, this season sucked. It'll never be on the air again.

I'm still not back to work. I've heard "Oh just 3 more weeks....", about every 2 weeks, for about 2 months now. So I'm hoping to go back in time to save some Christmas money. I have a big list of big ticket items for the kiddos this year. But ya know, we're making it. Getting through it.

Brynn has been doing really well with her reflux, I tried to wean her off her meds, but it didn't really work out. But she's good. Austin busted his lip on the strawberry ride at the fair last night. What's a county fair with no bloodshed, am I right??

OH yeah and I went off that stupid shot. My dr says it'll take 2-3 months to get out of my system so I can lose this baby weight. I can't freakin wait.

Annnndddddd I got my hair done last weekend, and my pants split right down the ass. It was awesome.

I need a blog makeover.

2010-08-10T17:43:00.000-07:00

Okay so I REALLY need to figure out how to up the ante on this blog. I figured out how to place a pic in my header, but the thing is, is apparently microsoft doesn't have paintbrush picture anymore (soooo 1999) and I REALLY want paintbrush. So anyone who has any advice, would be great. And no, I will not pay for shit.

And ummm.....that's about all.

Okay , okay so just 1 more bad date...or example of me being a bitch.

2010-08-05T06:24:00.000-07:00

Okay so I've been totally MIA lately, I know. No reason, I'm just really lazy. This was evidenced yesterday by me not being able to take a shower until 2:30 pm when I got some towels washed & dried bc there were none. So what? Say somethin,

But I was catching up on a couple of my fav blogs, one being Two Non Blondes, who did a post inspired by my last bad date post. While reading this particular posting, I remembered yet another, that is so stupid & high schoolish, I had to share.

So let's put it out there: in high school, I was fairly popular, I was cute, not super pretty (that was a few years later...js.) I wasn't fat or even chunky, I was this tiny little thing. I still shopped in the girls dept. until I was a freshman, and only moved up to juniors bc I felt stupid. But, for whatever reason, I was everyone's "friend". That means, no boys EVER asked me out. Ever. I hardly ever had a date for a dance, and when I did, it was Sadies and I asked someone myself. I even asked a boy from another school to prom, and he told me no bc he didn't want to go to another prom. Isn't that sad? It is. Really. Wow, LAME.

Anyway, junior year homecoming. I REALLY wanted a date. like REALLY. I had gone half of my high school career, and still not been asked, ever. I HATED the weeks leading up to a dance, bc I had so much anticipation, hoping someone, ANYONE would ask me. So like 4 or 5 days before homecoming, I still had no date. And I had a pretty big circle of friends, girls & guys, and I thought for sure a couple of those guys had the potential to ask me, but ended up asking other girls. So I'm sitting in math class, and I knew that 1 boy in our little group of friends didn't have a date. Mind you, he was also the LEAST attractive one. And by least attractive, I mean he's a nice person & all, but I wouldn't touch him with a 10ft pole. He was the kid that had a rat tail when we were younger. And lots of freckles. And was pale. And super skinny. Not exactly what I was after. But I was desparate. So I'm in math class, and 2 girls were talking. These were girls in the group, but not ones I was real close to. And the one says to the other "*Johnny still needs a date. He was thinking of asking Sarah." and the other, her eyes get big, she pauses and says "Do you think she'll say yes?"

WHAT THE FUCK PEOPLE? AM I THAT BIG OF A BITCH THAT 4 DAYS BEFORE THE DANCE WHEN EVERYONE AND THEIR MOM HAS A DATE, YOU THINK I'M GOING TO TURN ONE DOWN WHEN I HAVE A DRESS THAT'S BETTER THAN YOURS, AND A WRIST JUST BEGGING FOR A CORSAGE??????? I WANT TO GO TO THE DANCE TO DAMMIT AND I WILL HAVE NO ONE TO GO WITH IF RAT TAIL DOESN'T ASK ME.

Rat tail asked me. I accepted. We went to a dinner with a group of about 30 people, 15 couples. I sat by my friend, who was also on desperate date from hell. During dinner, we devised a plan.

This is where I turn bitch.

We devised a plan, that I would drive my car, with my date, and she would ride in her dates car. Follow this, people. (My date has some like rusty 1990 woody van. There was no way I was going to homecoming in that. My car was much nicer.) Anyway, we decided that at the dance she would get really, really, sick, even make herself vomit (or at least say she did), and her parents weren't home to come get her, so I had to be the one to take her home. But the guys should stay at the dance and have fun with their friends, we don't want to ruin their night.

And that's what we did.

My date didn't speak to me until graduation. And there was a lot of "Did you have fun at homecoming? My date LEFT me. It was AWESOME. Great time." being whispered at the back of english class, just within earshot...

I was a mean, mean girl I guess. Oops...

Worst. Date(s). Ever.

2010-07-21T14:37:00.000-07:00

So thanks to my girl Kelly, at SFTC, for inspiring today's post about bad dating experiences, which I've oh so cleverly titled Worst Date(s) Ever.

I'm not going to go into full detail about anything really, just a glimpse into my past desperate dating life. Most of it makes me want to vom quite honestly.

Let's see, there was the Sadie Hawkins dance...I asked my date idk, maybe a month or so before. He was a cute boy that I worked with and it was fun. But I had this really bad habit of changing my mind on a dime when I was in high school (well, basically until I met my husband). So the morning of the dance, I decided I didn't like him anymore. Just like that. of course, I couldn't cancel, so I went. A couple friends came over before & I told them how much I DID NOT want to go but obviously HAD to. And I really don't remember a whole lot about it, except he did try to kiss me when he brought me home, and it was awkward and uncomfortable, and I made my friend call him the next day & tell him I just wasn't into him anymore. I KNOW. And let's not forget that we worked together!! So we never talked again. So weird. And btw- my husband is from the next town over from where I grew up (and this boy as well), and his fiance is also from my hub's high school. And I shit you not, about 2-3 years ago, we went to a friend's wedding, and at the reception, I sat down right next to this boy, not even realizing it was him. We eventually noticed each other and I turned my chair so my back was to him. But I did lay my hand down so he could see my beautiful engagement ring. Keep in mind, he never did anything wrong at all, I'm just a bitch. lmao

Hmmm let's go for 1 more...I live in a college town, where most students at this college are males who work on cars. (This university is like the largest ever for high-performance vehicle stuff & all that jazz...) There are very few high school girls that don't date at least 1 of these boys. These boys are known for going after young girls, and usually getting them knocked up too. Lovely, isn't it? And they come from all over the country, so then they get baby mama's and never leave. Someday, we will run out of oil change places for these guys to work. Anyway, I had a friend that met one at the mall, and about a year or 2 later, I, for some strange reason, thought I should share my number as well. (They only dated for about 7 minutes, so it was no big deal.) My friends & I called him Mad Muscles McGee. For a reason. Either way, I was like 16 or 17, and he was like 22 or 23, and waaayyyyy more into an under-age chick than he should be. We never even went on a date, I'd just see him working at Vitamin World, and he'd call me NON-STOP. NON-STOP. There's no real point to this, except to tell the world that a guy named Mad Muscles McGee was into me.

And trust me, there's much more dumbness in my past, these are just a couple times that may have a little humor. (I'll have you know I deleted at least 1 story while editing...do do doooo...)

Let's hear 'em- tell me your awful dating story (i.e. what you'll strangle your daughter for in the future if you ever find out she did shit like this.)

Is it weird that I typed in "bad date" on yahoo images, and Tori Spelling's pic popped up???

Being laid off really puts a damper on buying stuff.

2010-07-08T08:49:00.000-07:00

So I am really unsure of how "temporary" my temporary lay off will be. I really haven't had any contact from the office to know what the heck is going on, but other girls are feeling pretty shaky as well, judging from their facebook status'. I didn't bother trying to get unemployment, bc with me having another part-time job, it just seemed like more trouble than it would be worth for only 3 weeks. But if I find out that I will not being going back to work next week, then I will be calling the unemployment office. Maybe I should just do it...it's not like I have anything else to do...ha!I still would like an amazing new camera, however that is dependent on my employment status. Boooooooooooooooo.I ordered Brynn the cutest high chair ever, it's a space-saver high chair from Target, here's what it looks like:The space savers are nice, bc they'll strap right to your regular dining room chair. I have a full size high chair from when Austin was a baby, but the pad was ruined in damp basement, and I couldn't get a replacement bc they don't make it anymore. Which was fine, bc it would take up too much space anyway. But Brynn's been eating solids for almost 2 weeks now, I've been feeding her in her bouncy seat, and she's flinging food all over it! So this purchase couldn't wait anymore, and Hubs will just have to understand. Not getting paid has made things pretty tight.I will take this time to show you some other things I either have, or want, from Target. I am OBSESSED with the Dwell Studio line!! First up, what I HAVE: my kids matching bedding. I searched EVERYWHERE known to man to find something gender neutral & fun for my boy-girl shared room and this is what they have:The tricky part was finding something sold in both a crib set, AND a toddler bed set. I also ordered 1 single window panel. I didn't want full length curtains bc I thought it would be too much of the same pattern, so I had my mother-in-law cut it and sew it into 2 valances, 1 for each window in their room. Painted the walls yellow, a friend had their names made to hang on the wall in different, but coordinating patterns & colors, and there it is. Bam!

Now, our lovely home is for sale, and when I move, this is what I'd like in my new bathroom:
Can't you just see it with purple walls? I've always wanted purple in my bathroom, but have never actually done. Or if you're really daring, black. Even green or yellow for more color.

And this is what I'd like for my new bedroom:

Love love love. I'd do gray walls, black bed & furniture...Fab. Love it.

I'm really finding new inspiration lately. With my house, clothes, everything. Now I just need a job to fund all of this....

Let's get perky!

2010-06-29T07:43:00.000-07:00

Ok, so my Debbie Downer moments are D-O-N-E. I am contemplating taking a new direction in my life. For a long time, I have always known that my career as a RDH would not always be my career. I just don't see myself doing it forever. Never really have. Unfortunately, that also means I am stuck, bc there's else I can go to school for around here, without uprooting the fam, where I'd make as much, or more, money. So I've been thinking of other avenues to explore for my future.
Where's my head at now? Photography. Why? Bc it's cool, and I love seeing other people's professional images. And bc I was in a wedding this past weekend, where the photographers had none of their own creative ideas, and I chimed in for a few of them. (Hopefully, they come out good! Haven't seen 'em yet!) Other bridesmaids had ideas as well.

Anyway, I think it's something I could learn. And the initial investment seems it could be pretty low. Just camera & equipment. I could practice on my own kids, family, friends & their families...Just something fun I can do for awhile until I really start to learn some things & eventually take it futher...What do ya'll think?
So the first thing I need, is a good camera. I currently have a $200 point & shoot Olympus, that serves it's purpose, but clearly is a college camera & doesn't take professional quality photographs. Anyone have any recommendations for a good, beginner camera, preferably around $500, give or take???

With that, I'll leave you all with one of the most iconic images of the 1900's, btw, the nurse in this picture passed away this past week.

What a week...

2010-06-17T08:32:00.001-07:00

Well loyal followers, I have much sad news to report.

I have blogged before about my somewhat turbulent relationship with my kitty, KitKat. Things had been pretty good with KitKat lately, he's been playing outside a lot, we've been giving him more attention...he's just been a happy cat lately. Unfortunately, KitKat was hit by a car Tuesday, in front of our house. I was not home, with friends planning a bridal shower, but my hubs heard a loud thunk, he thought it was thunder & looked outside. I'll spare you the details, but KitKat is no longer with us, and it makes me sad to say that he suffered; he did not die right away, and I so wish he would have. It's so weird not having him here. We told our son, and he took it well, just asked a lot of questions, and is occasionally saying that he misses him & he dreamed about him last night. I was downstairs doing laundry yesterday, and I turned around to go fill up his food bowl. And it was still full. I think I see him out of the corner of my eye sometimes. I open the back door, and expect him to run out...it will take some getting used to. Someday maybe we will get a new cat, but I worry that I'd never find one that put up with my kids! Austin would hit, kick, pull, punch, and KitKat would just sit there & take it. I can't believe he never bit him or anything, bc he probably should have. lol So RIP KitKat, we will miss you & never forget you!
The next morning, Brynn woke up at 5am and screamed her face off until 7:30. I was so tired, and upset that I've done everything I can for her, and still here we are...I cried with her for awhile.
And then shortly after she settled down, my boss called and my hours at 1 job were drastically reduced (initially it was "laid off" but I think I can get 1 day a week in) for the next 3 weeks or so, while we wait on another doctor to join our practice. I am not the only one this happened to, and honestly, from what I've heard I got a pretty good deal, bc at least I know I will get my hours back soon. I freaked out at first, and cried some more, but I actually thought about it, and I really don't have a reason to worry. I'll be saving a ton on daycare, which will help get us through. So I'm okay with that.

When it rains, it pours, I guess. Or around here, it makes tornados. lol We've had like 3 or 4 tornados these past few weeks. Crazy. Enjoy your weekends everyone! Gotta go!

Kim, you're as good as dead to me.

2010-06-07T14:30:00.001-07:00

All I have to say, is I've REALLY REALLY REALLY been trying to see the bright side of the past 3 months of horrific Shoedazzle selections. Really. I just know in my heart that someday, Kim will see the light and send me some good shoes. The first 2 months, it was HARD to make a decision. Now, there's like no decision involved, I know I'm going to hit that little skip button & pray for better.
And this is the shit she sends me:Okay so this is not too bad, but I'm pretty sure I can find it hanging by the purses at JCPenney's for $12.99. So no.
And these are the ones of which we do not even speak:(I'm not even sure what this one is actually. But I'm pretty sure it involved killing nultiple animals.)
(Why yes, I visit the indian reservations quite frequently! Where's my turquoise owl necklace at???)

(This looks like the snake died trying to suffocate my ankle. And is therefore creepy. Sorry for all the parentheses, not really sure why I keep putting them...)

(Could've been a winner-IF IT WAS AVAILABLE IN MY SIZE!!! WHAT THE EFF KIM!!!)

Okay really now, I'm effing pissed. EFFING PISSED. Who would actually be caught dead in this crap? And now that my blood is starting to boil, I probably really would've bought that last pair. Why the hell would I get options that aren't available? That doesn't even make sense. I know I've done some ShoeFab bashing, but you know what?? If you can't beat 'em, join 'em. I may just join 'em, bc obviously Kim is failing me miserably. I can't imagine that anyone could possibly have gotten uglier choices then I this month. If you did, I feel terribly sorry for you, but please link me up to your choices bc MINE SUCKED. THE END.

I'm irritated. Like a diaper rash.

2010-06-04T13:58:00.001-07:00

There are so many little things bothering me, I don't know where to begin. When I feel like I need to vent, or talk about things, I typically do so to a friend. Sometimes I feel like I have diarrhea of the mouth. I feel like sometimes I give a little too much information, about things such as my finances, the usual source of irritation, or somehow related; but I really can't explain my frustration without those details. Sigh.

So what am I so irritated about? Finances. Work. The usual. The go hand in hand. See, most people that work are like OMG, I am so glad I have a day off! I'm like why the eff am I off? I need to work. And you know, I really don't get too stressed about money anymore- my needs are met, at one point in time (before kids & hubs) my needs were NOT being met, and I was very reliant on my dad for awhile. I stressed myself sick. I lost a ton of weight, was told I was too skinny a few times (maybe not such a bad idea, ay??) and I just cried a lot. Life was not how I pictured it. The grass is always greener, right? But NOW, I went to college, have great family, Hubs & I DO have really good jobs, but I feel like we're ALWAYS either reaching so hard to keep it altogether, or we are thisclose to any idea of financial freedom, and then shit happens and we're back to square one. We've worked so hard to get to where we are, and my GOD we have come a long, long, loooooooonnnngggggggg LONG way. Our bills are always paid on time (except when Hubs forgets bc he does that sometimes....grrrrrrr) but we haven't gotten to where our WANTS are bring met.

Ok, so I've made 2 shoedazzle purchases this year. Whoop-de-doo. I've bought 2 new shirts this year. Exciting. Still haven't gotten new jeans. Still wearing the ones I wore before pregnancy. And wore them through my entire pregnancy too, so they're pretty flattering at this point. Did I mention I've gained 20lbs, so nothing even fits me? I'm a hot mess. And I would like to say, that I do not mean to complain; I am so thankful everyday for what we CAN do. Is it selfish of me to want more? We deserve it. We deserve buying some things here & there. We deserve that family vacation. We deserve to go to the movies if we want to, go out to eat if we want to, take the kids to the zoo without planning it for 2-3 months. Know what I mean? It's just frustrating sometimes.

Thanks for letting me vent.

Now, more importantly, Hubs has to go on a bachelor party tomorrow. Which means he will be useless to me all weekend. Awesome.

Weight, weddings & why I don't like either of them...

2010-05-24T05:25:00.000-07:00

I have the day off. Which most people love, however I do not. Bc I love money. And I don't make any by being at home. Blaaahhhhhhh

My Shred is not going so swell, I don't think. I sustained a minor injury last week, bc I didn't do the neck circles in the warm-up. They make me super dizzy and I want to vomit. I paid the price the next day when I couldn;t turn my head to the right. My neck was in bad condition. So I took a day off from the shred. I also took this weekend off; Saturday, bc I had to go to a bachlorette party, and Sunday bc it was WAY too hot in the house to be working out. I worked up a sweat just walking around. There was no way Jillian was going to pull me in that night. So I have 5 days until a wedding this weekend. I wonder if anywhere around here sells Spanx?????

And truthfully, I do see a little (small) difference with the shred. Unfortunately, as I've said before, I will not change my diet. If I lived off of lettuce and plain grilled chicken, I'm sure there would be a significant change. But I really like cookies. And cookies like my mid-section. I can't break that up!!

And is it bad of me, to not care about weddings anymore? Like, mine's done, so I'm over the whole wedding thing. I haven't even tanned for this one. At all. I'm at least getting my hair done tomorrow, so that's a plus. Weddings are just highly overrated, but everyone wants one. I tell people all the time, if I could do it over again, we'd have gone away somewhere nice, and done something very small, just us. That way, we'd have saved THOUSANDS of dollars, and we'd have gotten a honeymoon. Hubs & I have never been on a vacation together-EVER. So it's pretty disappointing. It's even more disappointing, bc the reasons why we didn't do that in the first place, was so our families could be there (they couldn't afford to travel, specifically, my dad, who didn't even go to the reception. Which I found out AT THE RECEPTION.) There was a lot of things about my wedding that I went out of my way to do for others, instead of doing things for myself, and those people didn't even care, so to me, it was just a bunch of hurt feelings & wasted money. I'm thankful for my marriage itself...and I did get some really nice pictures (which I could've gotten nice pics somewhere else too.) Have I ever talked about how my cake was the wrong color?? Agh don't even get me started.

What is your attitude toward weddings? Are you over it too if you're already married? or am I the only mean person in the world???

Chat Stew: Rainy Days, Disney & Shredding

2010-05-17T14:00:00.000-07:00

Well more big things are happening. Unfortunately, SOMEONE doesn't know it yet, so I cannot talk about it. No, I'm not pregnant again. It's not even about me. But it may quite possibly fuck up my next year vacation plans, so I'm a little on the fence about it.

I'm on Level II of THE SHRED. GO ME. WOOT WOOT. And I must say, I do not actually own a scale, so I don't really know if I've lost any weight, but I feel like I only look about 3 months pregnant, as opposed to 4 or 5, so that's always a plus. (Especially when I'M NOT EVEN PREGNANT.) T minus 12 days until wedding #1 of the summer. 12 days, 12 lbs....think I can do it??? Maybe. But I haven't changed my diet. Um at all. I'm just one of those people that cannot possibly diet. It's bad enough I am forcing myself to do a work-out video, must I also punish myself with food??? No effing way. I can't give up chocolate milk, 100 calorie pack chocolate covered pretzels, Taco Bell, or McDonald's mocha frappe's (might as well be crack). Won't happen. I am a big believer that good food enhances your life. Now maybe if I were 400 lbs, THAT might be different... Luckily, I'm not. I'm only HA YOU THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO TELL YOU MY WEIGHT RIGHT THERE DIDN'T YA??????

Did I mention that Hubs watches me work out and makes fun of me at least 25% of the time, which is 25% too much??? He does.

I've also been spending a large amount of my internet time planning my Disney vacay. Which I am shooting for next spring, unless said big stuff doesn't fuck it up. I just choose to sometimes go to my happy place, which are a small collection of websites devoted to Disney World. I've never been, but have been on a lifelong quest of getting there. This slew of weddings (4 altogether) really effed me in the A this year, as ummm we were planning to go this week actually come to think of it. And here I sit in Ohio, and it's been pouring down rain since about 8am, and doesn't look to be stopping anytime soon. I'd be having a WAY better time in the World searching for Hidden Mickeys, and getting my hair done at the BBB. (Ok, so I'm not really going to get my hair done at BBB. Well, maybe. A little glitter never hurt.) I could be poolside at the AKL, instead I'm worried there may be a pool forming in my basement (it leaks with heavy rain). So with that I will leave you with a pic of the Happiest Place on Earth, and hope it brings a little magic to your day, as it does mine...

I have an announcement. Not a good one.

2010-05-05T17:02:00.001-07:00

I went to my Dr yesterday to get the BC shot. (Hurts like a bitch, btw.) And the first thing they asked me to do is step onto the scale.

Um I'd rather not, but whatev.
Ok I just had a baby blah blah blah. I should at least SLOWLY be losing SOMETHING, right???
But instead the confirmed me & my husbands suspicions.

I am becoming a fat ass. I GAINED 9 LBS since 3 months ago.
WHAAAATTTT????So today on my lunch break, I purchased this:

YEAH I KNOW. Desperate times call for desperate measures. I've got 20 lbs to lose, and a weeding to be in memorial day weekend. And another 4 weeks later....and another 2 months after that. KILL ME NOW.

I mean, with problems like these, how can I possibly focus on more important things, like whether or not to ask Kim to send me 5 more selections or keep what I got?????? I JUST DON'T KNOW.

I have strongly considered posting "before & after" pics of my weight loss journey, and for the sake of my privacy, I will just give you a representation. Here is my "before":

And here is my "after" (in 30 days):

I won't leave home to work out. That's why I spent 9 hard earned dollars on J.M.'s dvd. Oh and she's got another one- "Last Chance Work-Out". PUH-LEASE!! Actually I may buy it just for funsies. And challenge Hubs to a last-chance work out duel. He's already refused to shred with me though. Whatev.

So my current challenge is getting Hubs out of the living room so I can use the dvd player. (Actually, blue-ray bc we're fancy kind of folk.)

A QUICK RUNDOWN

2010-04-21T04:31:00.000-07:00

Sorry, it's been a little while since I've posted anything. Big things are happening here!

Okay well not THAT big, but I picked up some extra hours at work, so I'm actually working 5 days a week now. I KNOW. But the 2 days I picked up, I only work half days, in the afternoon, so it's not too bad. I still get to sleep in a little. But my mornings are a little busier; I can't just play in blog-land all day, I have to like, shower & get kids dressed & fed & all of that momly stuff.

Another update- I am NOT purchasing from shoedazzle this month. I think I made Kim mad. I requested 5 more selections, bc my first 5 were ugly, and I asked for flats-mid heel. Then in the comments I wrote "PLEASE STOP SENDING ME HOOKER HEELS. I HAVE 2 CHILDREN. AND YES I'M TYPING THIS IN CAPS BC I AM YELLING IT AT YOU." And what does she do? Sends me all 3+" heels, that is even more hideous than the first set. So apparently they were thinking they should really stick it to me....Fine. You win this month Kim. Actually you lose, bc you didn't rip me off another $40 this month...

Agh and who's been watching Dancing with the Stars? We all know that I <3 Kate, awful dancing & all. But she finally got voted off last night. For anyone who is also a fan, she will be on a new TLC show, "Twist of Kate" and will also be doing some "Kate + 8" specials this summer.

That's all I've got time for today folks! See ya!!

5 hours of LOVE.

2010-04-10T16:19:00.000-07:00

Well, I really wanted to better document this weekend's birthday events, beginning to end. my son is turning 4 tomorrow; today was his party. I really wanted to take lots of pictures of me baking, decorating, celebrating....all of that.
I did not have time for this.
Hubs said he'd have all the tables & chairs set up Friday night, so we could decorate & everything would be ready to go, all we'd have to do in the morning was food. This is not what actually occurred.
The party was at noon; he went to go get the tables & chairs around 10:30. Yeah.
But all in all, the party went great, despite a little bickering due to some planning misunderstandings between us. *sidenote: I am the type of person, that I like to do EVERYTHING by myself, so it's done the way I want it, when I want it. I decided to loosen up and let Hubs have a say in some things. Bad idea. Never again. I must be in control.* Oh and the 5 hours of love?? The tractor cake I made by myself. Yep. Feel free to give compliments. I'll take 'em. I finished the cake at 1am and stayed up another hour cleaning up the mess!

And I did catch a few pictures along the way:
I also wanted to share a couple Easter pics of the kids:Austin showing off his new "sleeve". lol

Brynn looks so happy! lol

Enjoy your weekend everyone! Oh and hopefully, I will stay up on blogging, I was offered some more hours at work this week (I asked for them a few weeks ago) so I have to go to work 5 days a week now. I KNOW. TELL ME ABOUT IT. It's been awhile. But the 2 days I picked up are only half days, so I think my new schedule will actually be very accommodating to my busy mommy life!

Oh and also, please keep my little Brynn in your prayers, we will be seeing a GI doctor from the Children's Hospital soon. Her reflux is not improving with medications or formula changes, so they'll be doing a scan to check for any structural issues. I will def. keep everyone updated on her status!!

Tales from the Crypt, I mean, Sleepwalking Adventures

2010-04-06T15:49:00.000-07:00

So my little guy (who will be 4 years old next Sunday, where does the time go???) started sleepwalking just in this past year. Mostly when he does it, he cries, and I find him hiding under the dining room table. For whatever reason, that is where he typically goes. And he is IMPOSSIBLE to wake up. IMPOSSIBLE. I have shaken that poor child trying to wake him to calm him down bc of his crying.

So Friday night was like any other night. He goes to bed; when he falls asleep we move the baby's swing in there & she goes to sleep. (She's got reflux and needs to sleep upright. I'm sure this will make it into another future post. Ay yi yi.) Okay normal so far.

About 2 am I hear Austin crying. I debated on whether or not to make Hubs go deal w it, but decided to be nice bc he was picking up overtime on Saturday. So I get up, walk into the room...And I see poor little crying Austin standing directly in front of his baby sister and I realize what is going on which leads to this reaction:

"AUSTIN DON'T PEE ON YOUR SISTER!!!!!!!!!!"

And I literally leap and grab him and pull him backwards. He continues crying & peeing, he's asleep through all of this, has no idea what the hell he's doing. I look and see he's nailed the edge of the swing and Brynn's blanket is wet, but he BARELY missed "giving her a golden shower" as hubs puts it. So at this point, there is nothing to be done, except wait for him to finish peeing. On the carpet. That got shampooed 2 weeks ago bc he's been peeing on it. So he finishes, I get a wet washcloth, take off his cloths, get him cleaned up, put on a new t-shirt & new little boxer briefs on him. Mind you, still asleep; still crying. Cannot get him to wake up. I take him into our bed, quickly tell Hubs what happened & that he won't wake up, so please get him calm while I clean Brynn's stuff & scrub the carpet. He quickly was sound asleep & quiet again, I take him back to his bed...

The next morning the first thing he said to me was "Mom, why am I wearing this???" bc he knew that's not what he went to bed in. Kid has no clue any of this even happened.

March Shoe Selection

2010-03-28T13:47:00.001-07:00

Allright, I'm a few days late posting this, but here is March's shoe selection. I requested Kim to send me some flats, and I told her it's bc I have 2 kids that cannot possibility chase after with a 3.75" heel. Not gonna happen. So, these I figured were my best bet:
This is my 2nd pair from Shoedazzle so far, and I must say, that I'm hoping for something of a mid-heel next, just to see if it's just the styles I chose that are uncomfortable, or if they ALL are uncomfortable. Obviously 3.75" heels are not like wearing pillows on your feet. Flats are pretty iffy too, with no support whatsoever. So next month, I'm hoping we get this right...Oh and as for my daughters lack of enthusiasm, she had pink eye AND an ear infection, not to mention her reflux is getting out of hand, and no treatment is working, but that's another post for another day....Cut her a break.

Also, we got family pics taken today, so I'm gonna throw one of those in here, for good measure!

Looking over my shoulder....

2010-03-23T14:27:00.000-07:00

Today's post is inspired by Juliana at A Blonde Walks Into A Blog. It brought tears to my eyes, so if you want a good-hearted mommy moment, go check it out at the link above.

I remember the first week I dropped Austin off at daycare. I was just beginning my clinicals in the dental hygiene program; something I'd waited 2 years for. I had interviewed the daycare director, and had a little tour, met the teachers & caregivers. I thought it was a nice place but I didn't really have anything to compare it to, so I went with it.

I nearly dropped out of college that week. I cried everyday on my way to school. It ripped my heart out to take my 5 month old baby boy there. Nothing against them, but I was the one who spent all day, everyday with him until that point. If I wasn't with him, his daddy was. Oh it was awful. I remember telling myself, "Sarah, if you don't just get over it, you'll never give him the kind of life he deserves..." I told myself over & over in those car rides that I HAD to do it, otherwise, what else would I do??? I couldn't stay at my crappy waitressing job forever. I HAD to do something. Make SOMETHING of myself, not for myself, for him. It wasn't even a choice.

As time goes by, it got easier. He loved it. Still does. But there's never, ever, EVER been a day where I could just walk him in, say bye and leave. I've ALWAYS had to hand him off to someone. He needs held & cuddled. Or he WILL run after me. Until last Friday.

Last Friday, I walk him in like always, and he sees a pal playing with some toy, and whispers "Mommy? Can I play with that toy he has?" And I said, "Well, maybe he'll share with you. You can ask him." And the little boy walked up to Austin and offered for him to play. Austin took the toy, and began to play. And I stood there. And then I thought, maybe I should try to walk away. So I did. I turned and took 2 steps, turned back around. He was still playing. I May just get away, I thought. No, he'll come running in a second when he realizes I left. I get to the door, I look again. He's not following me. I walk outside. Down the sidewalk. Looking over my shoulder every 2 or 3 steps. He's not following. There's a lot of cars coming in & out of the parking lot at this point. Good God, I think, he's going to come running out those doors, right into the parking lot. I keep looking. All the way out to my truck. I keep looking. I get in the truck. I look out the window. No one. I drive away. My little boy is growing up. He didn't need me today. I didn't even say goodbye. I felt bad. I felt weird. Like something was missing. I think about that first week of daycare. How I cried when I left. And how we got to this point. Time goes so fast.

For the record, that all must have been a fluke. Because I def. had to hand him off to a teacher yesterday and today. lol We also got his yearly evaluation report today, in which he received an S- for the 'separates easily from parents' part. Yeah, I don't care. It also claimed he was right-handed. (Or so his teacher says, but I tried to politely tell her not to fuck up my left handed pitcher. He's a lefty. He's not both. Nor is he a righty. He's a lefty.)

Only my kid...

2010-03-15T12:20:00.000-07:00

Now, I must first say that all I want for my kids & for them to find what they're good at, and be happy with it. Simple, right??

I also must confess, that I dream of my son being a football star at The University of Michigan, and my daughter cheering being a UM cheerleader as a freshman, cheering him on, and me & hubs sitting in our reserved seats, and people parting the isles for us to walk through bc we are who raised the #1 NFL draft pick and the best cheerleader UM had ever seen...And really, I can deal with my dream of football greatness not coming true. But I assume then it would be baseball greatness, seeing as my son is a lefty and has a heck of an arm, that being a left-handed pitcher would be a natural choice. I could learn to like baseball. Maybe. Oh yeah and they need to be doing these things while working on their dental or medical degrees. I'm open to any form of doctor, really. I'm easy to please. Obviously.

So what has my darling son taken to the past few days??? Cup stacking. Like, speed cup stacking. Except minus the speed part. He practices using baby bottle lids. Sooooo I guess I know what to get him for his birthday...

THE HAPPINESS PROJECT:WEEK 2. I'M TOO LAZY TO TURN OFF THE CAPS LOCK. OOPS.

2010-03-09T15:00:00.000-08:00

Here's what is making me happy today (sidenote: I'm sulking today, and these are the things I found a teensy bit of comfort in. Teensy.) Go visit Leigh vs. Laundry, the host of The Happiness Project & see what's tickling her fancy today!

SHOEDAZZLE PURCHASE #1. LOOK HERE, MY BABY WANTS YOU TO!!!

2010-03-04T14:01:00.000-08:00

Here it is: my Feb, shoe selection. And Baby Brynn told me she wanted in on the action too. So Kim K is totally getting an e-mail of my baby shoedazzle ad. And yes, my son is standing next to me holding his blankie, lovingly referred to as "bear blanket" in our house, and yes, that's also my kids laundry in the background. I felt both of these were important to leave in the picture, to tell the world that mommies can be wanna-be Armenian hot too. Suck on that. (And it's no toilet MODG, but once again, I feel the ABC hand-painted step stool really adds to the pic.)

The Happiness Project

2010-03-02T14:15:00.000-08:00

Well, I agreed to make a happy post(sorry this a day late), an idea by Leig h v s. Laundry, so here's a few things that make my heart smile:Remembering my son as a little baby! Cutest thing ever! This was him tearing the tissue paper off the table at a doctor's check up! 11/22/06

Taking him for his first bike ride on the back of Daddy's bike! 3/24/07
The day I sent him to daycare with the worst bedhead ever, bc it was SO CUTE to have a trifeca of mohawks!! 6/15/07Now I watch him become a really great big brother! As evidenced by the FIRST smile Brynn gave, only to him, caught in this picture!
And now I can't wait to see what this little one does to make me smile everyday! Loving her bathtime is one of them!

Sorry I'm a slacker...here's a look into what's been going on...

2010-02-22T19:20:00.000-08:00

So, I promised you all snowstorm aftermath pictures. Finally, I remembered how to download pics and am now posting them. (I seriously am completely stupid with computers. I apologize. I honestly would rather pick up my prints at Wal-Mart and hand-write you all letters. Okay, maybe not so much.)
Second, I am going to post never before seen pics of my kids so you can put a face with all my stories. And tell me how cute they are. (BTW- Yes, he has duct tape on his hand. He had a wart that we were treating. And it actually works!! Oh and he's totally eating a cookie in the other pic, so forgive the chocolate on the lip.)
Third, I went back to work last week, so I've been slacking on reading/commenting/posting lately. I suck. Oh- and to Kelly at Speaking From The Crib, I DID make an effort to listen to your last podcast. I got about 10 min. into it and had to turn it off bc I had a crying infant and a crying, whiny, almost 4 year old. You understand. But the snippets I heard were funny, and I did laugh.

I'd like to leave you with some of my son's quotes from the past couple days...

Last night, as Hubs told him to stand back while he opened the oven, my son yells "Ohhhhh it's gettin REAL now!!"

As I was putting him in the truck after daycare today, "Mom, don't strap me in yet. I want to give myself a wedgie!"

And as we were having quiet time before bed the other night he whispers "Mom, sometimes I fart during quiet time."

Of course you do son, of course you do.

I work, but am acting like a SAHM.

2010-02-16T03:12:00.001-08:00

So when I was growing up, I had this friend (who is still my bff by the way) that I was with 24/7. I was fascinated by the way her mom, who never worked, would go spend money on frivolous things; It totally baffled me how 1. her dad apparently made a TON of money, and 2. that her mom could do this, and it was okay with her dad that her mom shopped CONSTANTLY. Okay, frivolous things is not the right phrase...example: I've been there when they've dropped about $60 on Blockbuster on 3 movies and LOADS of movie theater candy. Also in high school, said friend would bring in huge bags of candy. And give it away. Like the entire bag. To ONE person. And about 12 people would get one. I found it completely ridic.

Now, let's not mention that junior year they used my bff's college fund to pay off their debt. (That's what she tells me anyway.) And I'm pretty sure they're in credit-card debt again; bff has mentioned that her dad is starting to get frustrated with her mom about this. Understandable.

I find myself making purchases that I don't really NEED, I just want really bad, so I bring something home & quickly explain to Hubs what a great deal it was and how I'm going to use it and when...If I want to make a bigger purchase, say over $40 (I'm a cheap ass, and all my money goes to daycare & groceries, so yes, Hubs would notice pretty much any purchase I make bc I never have money!!) I always give Hubs a heads up, to tell him I want something and why, so he's not shocked when I buy it, and then give me a lecture on how our money could be better spent elsewhere. Such as: (here's to you, MODG) I told him the other day that I was so going to join Shoedazzle and explained it to him. He said "So you're going to pay $40, for a pair of shoes worth about $20 bc Kim Kardashian picked them out and you think you guys are friends now?" Yes. Exactly. Glad to see you catch on so quick. (I also strategically told him this immediately following him telling me he was buying parts to build a computer for his car. An eye for an eye, ya know?)

To wrap this up (I gotta go to work) my goal in life is to find ways to spend Hubs money and him be OKAY with it. Even encourage it. The End.

Wow. That's all I have to say; about a lot of things!

2010-02-09T08:04:00.000-08:00

First, I am delighted that I just logged on, and had 3 whole comments to moderate! I'm stoked over 1, so you can imagine me over 3. That's a first. Thank you ladies. Apparently, every girl likes Barbies when she grows up!

Second, the snow is hammering down here in NW Ohio, and typically, I hate snow. I've hated snow my entire life. Because I've spent many hours standing in slush, waiting on the bus as a kid, or stomping through slush going to and from the car, oh yeah and shoveling my driveway as a kid with my mom, which is back-breaking labor, even when you're 8. Hell, ESPECIALLY when you're 8. But right now, this winter, I'm totally loving this. I practically can't keep my little guy inside. My in-laws live in the country and had a massive drift, about 6 ft tall that stretched all the way down & across their dr5zn it too, and I thought he was going to take a tumble, but he didn't. It's so fun to see him having so much fun. I laughed so hard, I had tears in my eyes, but I think it was partly because I love to see him so happy & carefree...

So today he's home with me. He's normally at pre-school today, but they are all closed. His actually didn't (yet, but they will be), but I called him in anyway. I got up at 6am to feed the baby this morning & fell asleep in the recliner & was awoken to him running in saying "Mom! It's snowing!!"

When this is all said & done, I'll post some pics of the aftermath! Happy winter storm everyone!

This is what my life has come to.

2010-02-08T07:31:00.000-08:00

So, as my current facebook status boasts, I just saw a commercial for Dentist Barbie, and my mood instantly perked up. Forget that I spend all day watching Nickelodeon, forget that this morning on the Today show they said your waist should not measure more than 35 in., when I am currently holding a 38 (BABY 5 WEEKS AGO, LET'S NOT FORGET THAT PART), forget that I am so broke from not working in 2 months that I spend a great deal of time deciding which account I shold shuffle money from for the week. My heart broke out in song when I turned around and saw Dentist Barbie, working on her patient in a dental chair. I genuinely smiled and said "Finally! Dentist Barbie!" And my son said "Do you want that mommy? I will but it for you if you want it." and of course, I told him yes, I did. He said "Okay, me and dad will buy it for you."

He sounds so sweet, doesn't he? He puts on such a good show sometimes.

*I'm also planning an art project for the little guy this week. We're going to make daddy a valentines card, complete with glitter and glue and paints. Yeah. I'm planning this for Wednesday, and will probably blog about what a bad idea it was on Thursday.*

*While looking for a picture of Dentist Barbie, I find out there is a Dentist Barbie from 1997, that is on Amazon.com for $168.99. So I guess this wasn't some ingenius idea it took 60 years to come up with...Interesting, but pass. I'll take a new one for $20. Thanks.*

I'm still waiting for my Grammy invite. To PERFORM, that is.

2010-02-01T08:59:00.000-08:00

First and foremost, I need to say (as I did on my current facebook status), that if I had to sit directly behind Lady Gaga at any awards show, I'd request a new seat. There is no way anyone could see what was going on over the head gear she insists on wearing all. the. time. Now, I have a new appreciation for Gaga, bc "Bad Romance" is my new fav, which also makes me rethink my opinion on "Poker Face" and "Just Dance". Ok, not "Just Dance"; that song is ridiculous in all ways imaginable. I'm sorry, but being too drunk to know where the eff you are is NOT something to sing about. But whatev, she's making millions off of it, I'm not, so who the hell am I??

Second, I was SHOCKED to learn that Bon Jovi had never played the Grammys before. This was looooonnnggggg overdue. I am also displeased that America voted for them to play "Livin on a Prayer". "Always" should've won, no questions asked. Not that I'm not a fan of Livin...I am, but I've drunk karaoked it enough times to be like Okay, I totally get it, you're living on a prayer; ENOUGH.

Third, if anyone who's anyone had seen my spectacular performance at Pierre's Nightclub on my bachelorette party, I soooo would be a star right now. In fact, my blogger profile pic is evidence of this night. I was invited onstage by the band, Jedi Mind Trip, (they're from Michigan and cover all amazing things rock. They really are a good band.) and I proceeded to steal the spotlight for the rest of the night. I've always dreamed of being a singing star since I was like 5, so this was my BIG CHANCE. With lights & microphones & fans screaming for me. And it was AWESOME. Way more awesome than Pink hanging from silks. And way more awesome than Green Day singing along with their broadway cast. Isn't that guy like 65 now anyway? Good God, I remember rocking out with my brothers to "Dookie" in like 1992.

Alas, I could've given a better show than any of 'em. Watch out Beyonce, and Taylor, you too (even though I heart you both...), your 15 minutes (okay more like 15 hours) will be UP when I come to town. Or just drunk karaoke at some "club" this summer on yet another bachelorette party------------->>>

Bodily Secretions Rule My World.

2010-01-27T07:52:00.000-08:00

So, aside from the usual pooping issues that Hubs experiences, and aside from my own hemorroidal issues (HAS to be hemorroids, HAS TO...pregnancy does amazing things, let me tell ya) and aside from the fact my infant daughter has an ass explosion every single time she poops...even if it's like a speck of poop, it sounds like a nuclear bomb went off in there...I thought the only one that didn't have poop related issues was Austin. I was wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

This poor kid (mind you, 3 1/2) had awfil diarrhea last night. Like I'm talking, he sat on the toilet for 45 mintues, whining that he wanted his daddy, sometimes crying too, and so much poop came out, it was PILED above the height of the bowl water. As well as splashed up on the sides of the bowl. I honestly don't know where he was storing all of this. But I saw that he did, in fact, eat his corn at lunch...

So we get through that, I give the him, a shower. After that, it was completely neccesary, and he later goes to bed. So at 3am, I hear crying, and I go in there assuming it's the baby. No. Iwalk in and he's standing there just inside the door crying. I ask him what's wrong, and he doesn't answer, his eyes are still closed, so I assume he's sleepwalking again. So I pick him up and take him to my bed. I lay him down, and start to get in bed too. My hand touches my pants, and they feel.....wet. So I'm like OMG did I pee my pants and not even realize it?? So I continue to feel around and my bed is dry. But I was SOAKED. So then I get smart, and I feel his pj's. Soaked. He peed on me. He peed on me, when I picked him up. So I change and go get him new clothes & come back. By now, Hubs is awake telling him it's ok. He eventually talks to me and tells me he was too scared of the dark to go to the bathroom. So he decided peeing on me was a better choice. Awesome.

Oh motherhood.

UPDATE: Bear with me. I'm attempting this adding pictures thing.

Friday Night has always been my fav....but now for different reasons...

2010-01-22T12:59:00.001-08:00

When I was younger & cooler than I am now, Friday nights were the shizznit. I started making my Friday plans on like Wednesday. Yes, it took 2 days of planning to decide where I should get drunk & spend all my hard-earned tips from the evening of waitressing.

Now, I look forward to Friday night, bc it means that Hubs has got night shift with the baby. Might I add, the first weekend of his duties this time around, he failed miserably. On friday, I woke him up every time she cried for a bottle or diaper change. On saturday night, he at least woke up, it was just a matter of him getting out of bed in a timely fashion. Oh yeah- and he only actually got up twice, I believe. I jumped in after that and did 3 more rounds of feeding/diaper changing. So all he got was a pat on the back for keeping her alive, and I took the whole experience as a big eff you. I strongly considered revoking his parental privelages for fear of my child's well-being. But I gave him another shot.

The next weekend- MUCH BETTER. He got the most improved player award, fo sho. He even slept on the couch, and had her sleep out front in her bouncy seat (back off self-proclaimed co-sleeping experts. You all suck. And are highly annoying.) in order to help me get a full nights sleep.

So tonight, I look forward to a bed, occupied only by me. And SILENCE. And SLEEP. REAL SLEEP.

Insomnia is awesome.

2010-01-13T09:13:00.000-08:00

So little baby Brynn is 13 days old. She really hasn't been doing too bad at night. What the problem is, is I have some weird urge to be super mom (i.e. making celebratory pink cookies that night after we came home from the hospital, for my 3 year old to take to his preschool the next day...) and I can't sleep. At 3am, when I've already been awoken 87 times, I can't sleep. Because I'm thinking about what laundry needs done, who needs a bath tomorrow night, what I'm making Austin for breakfast, and I wonder if 77 kids has any cool stuff on sale I could buy him...

Aggggghhhhhhhh!!!!! I'm so tired! But a mother's work is never done. The good part is, is I do get everything done in a timely fashion. And I totally knew another child would make my life busier and slightly less convenient. But I admit, I totally blew off a 4am feeding last night, bc she was falling asleep, I was falling asleep holding her, and instead of waking her like we're supposed to, I thought, you know what? She'll be fine. And I put her back down, and went back to sleep. For another hour. By that time, she had been awake most of the night, she was so not into sleeping last night. So really, mommy needed a break. And if she was going to be quiet, more power to us.

It also occured to me, that I should keep a tally of how many times I get up out of bed at night. I may just do that tonight. Because I'm positive it's about 87.

Here ya go...you asked for it...

2010-01-10T07:33:00.001-08:00

So at the request of my fav sparkly blogger, MODG, I need to give you birth details. No not height & weight, but actual details of the birthing process is what she's after. No prob.

Unfortunatly, it was fairly uneventful, and undramatic this time. I had to be there at 7am, with the surgery scheduled at 9am. I couldn't eat after midnight the night before sweet. Sweet, tell a pregnant chick not to eat. Awesome. So I wolfed down everything in sight until 11:30 the night before. So I wake up, take a shower, put my sweats back on...With my first son, I actually got up & dressed cute to go to the hospital, like in case I saw someone I knew or something, I don't know. But this time I said eff that, I'm putting the same sweats back on I've had on for like 4 days. Whatev. And you can't wear make-up there either, or take jewelry. So I was pretty much a hot mess. Without diamonds. Killer.

So I get there, and they show me to my suite. Yes, I said SUITE. Suite 1 to be exact, which I consider the best place in the house because I was at the end of the hall, where I heard no noise from anyone else's room. Perfect. So we walk in, and the nurse hands me a little bottle of antiseptic and told me to go take a shower & clean my belly really well with the antiseptic. I'm thinking, I just took a GD shower. So I, the queen of shallow questions at doctors/nurses/any medical staff really, ask "Ummm....can I use my shampoo?" because you're not supposed to use ANYTHING when you prep for surgery. Just a plain water shower. Of course, I really did use my shampoo & conditioner at home, because I don't want nasty hair in the thousands of pictures sure to be snapped that day. So nurse says "You don't have to wash your hair, just get your belly." Okay, phew. I can handle a shower for the lower half only.

So I go in, strip down, mind you, I was at the hospital in town that I did not want. My first son was born at a larger, more advanced care hospital, and I was really disappointed that I couldn't go there. My doctor was already scheduled to be at this one. So I am LOOKING for things to be pissed about. So I go into the shower, turn the water on...It took me about 10 minutes to get the water to go from freezing-ice-ass cold, to warm. As I'm fumbling with the shower water, I'm thinking "A cold shower is NOT the way I wanted this to begin. This is not a good sign, not good, not good. I hopeI live..."

*For the record, I just got up to go poop, and my butthole bled, and it hurts so bad. I'm pretty sure I have hemorroids. Stellar. The things we go through for babies...*

Anywoo, I get through the shower scene, and come out and tell Hubs about it and I was growing incresingly more weary of this place. I hop into bed (not really HOP) and the nurse comes back to start my IV, and give me antibiotics. *This is where we need to remember that I have not eaten.*

About 30 min. goes by and I start feeling sick. The nurse grabs a bedpan and I sit there with it, waiting to puke. At this point, I'm feeling sick, it's almost 9am, so I'm counting the minutes until the take me back. The stomach issues combined with anxiety was not working for me. And I was seriously contemplating calling the whole thing off & keeping the baby in forever, because I was pretty sure I was gonna die.

So at 9am, a nurse calls my room & says the doctor is just now starting the surgery ahead of mine. So it's gonna be awhile. You've GOT to be kidding me. So finally, at 9:45, they come & get me. (I have yet to puke.) As they wheel my bed down the hall to the OR, I see a nurse run across the hall, that I went to college with. So then I panic thinking, I wonder who's gonna see me naked in the OR that I met in college. I went to a community/technical school, i.e. LOTS of nurses, and even though I didn't go into nursing, I still took a lot of classes with them for dental hygiene. So I'm flipping out inside my head about this, and as soon as they push me through the doors, I'm scanning every nurse & tech in there for who I knew, because there HAD to be someone. Of course, they all had masks covering everything but their eyes, and caps over their hair. So I gave up on that pretty quickly.

They get me positioned to start my spinal block, and there was a surg. tech in front of me helping to hold my shoulders down. This chick was cool. I couldn't see her face, but we sat there & chatted like we were BFF's. Sweet. *Sidenote about the spinal block: it never occured to me, nor did anyone tell me, that since you can't feel anything, you lose control of what's going on down below. GD.*

So they lay me down & pick me up to move me to the table, and I heard myself let out the most amazing, loud, long fart EVER. And by the time I heard it and realized what it was, I was almost disappointed, that I couldn't feel it, because I'm sure that I would've felt such relief! And then I got embarrassed, but figured everyone probably does it, so whatev. Kind of like the time I farted at my hot chiropractor's office. But that's another (embarrassing) story.

So I can't feel my legs & they strap my arms down ("Like Jesus on the cross" my husband says). And in comes hubs, in all his sterile jumpsuit gear. I told him he looked like he was gonna go paint a house.

And then comes the puking. I turn my head to the side, someone was holding a bedpan by my mouth & the anesthiesilogist was wiping my mouth with a wet washcloth. I felt like I was 95, dying in a nursing home. And I couldn't move my legs, which I became very uncomfortable with, and thought about how much that would suck.

So they cut me open, and the whole time the doctors & nurses are talking about a number of thins, such as Joe Lieberman, and why another doctor hasn't had kids yet, and she's been married for 4 years...I guess to them it's the same as when I chat with my co-workers while I clean people's teeth, so it didn't really bother me to hear their political views.

I continue to puke through the entire surgery. Pretty much non-stop. They push about 5 different meds in my IV to get me to stop and nothing was working. The anesth. tells me a little nausea is normal, but in more words or less, says this is extreme. Awesomeness, again. I hear him saying "Give her some blahgitty-blah, that's not working....Okay, give her mish-moshshingtston, she's REALLY sick. We've GOTTA get this under control..." Cool, I'm gonna puke my insides out. I'm thinking what's it like to be my doctor, with my belly cut open and seeing my stomach contracting as I'm heaving & puking. I'm a nerd, so I think that's probably pretty cool to see. Oh yeah, and as soon as I started puking, I started crying. Duh. So one of the doctors asked why I was crying so much & I wanted to say "Because I 'vebeen trying to be perfect for 9 months, and I've only cried ONCE, so let me cry now IDIOT!" but it came out more like "I cry when I puke & I'm just emotional."

So I DO feel my doctor start tugging to get the baby out. The placenta had been in front my entire pregnancy, and was now positioned up top. So I think that's probably what made this a little more difficult, bc she took my first child out in about 10 seconds...this time, she's tugging and tugging, and I can one of my ribs coming out with it (not really, but either baby or placenta was stuck up there.) and my doctor is down there like "Sorry Sarah..." I'm good, thanks. So finally, baby comes out! I heard a little bit of crying but not too much. Hubs walks over to see her & watch the nurses clean her up. My doctor is aware I have a strict rule that I do not want to see my babies all bloody & covered in God knows what, because I think that's creepy, so neither of my children did I see until they were clean & wrapped in a little blanket, like a picture of perfection. So as they are working on her, hubs comes back over & says "How do we keep having red-haired kids? She's got reddish hair!" And I laughed. No, my kids are not orange hair & freckles, my son has a little tint of red, in his brown hair, and people always comment "Is his hair kinda RED?" Yes, it is. No, I don't know where he got it. The mailman I guess. Whatev.

So little Brynn's hair did look reddish the first day, the following day faded to a strawberry-blonde, and is now a light brown.

Well, my baby #1 is asking for lunch, so I'll to continue this, documenting recovery at a later time...Deuces.

You're welcome.

Baby, it's cold outside...

2010-01-04T10:09:00.000-08:00

Well here I am! Alive & well! Brynn Elena was born 12/31/09 at 10:26 am, weighing in at a petite 7lbs even, 20 in long! She is so beautiful! The delivery went great, my recovery is doing just as great, and our first night home wasn't too bad either. Minimal fussing, although, I did not sleep a wink until 7am. Mommies are like that; too many things running through my mind...

I've got a lot to do around here, so I apologize I probably won't be visiting too many blogs this week. I just wanted a quick post to tell everyone who cares enough to read my blog, that we are home & well.

I will take the time to say, that I feel so blessed!! I don't know whatever I ever did to deserve all of the wonderful things in my life, but I must've done something right...My husband has been beyond amazing, my son is adjusting extremely well into the big brother role, and my new little girl has me wrapped! I'll be honest, I really wasn't sure how I could love another child as much as my first, and I knew everyone always says that you will, but I remained pretty darn unsure. It truly is amazing how love grows! For her, for my son, and for my husband. 10 years ago, I remember writing a paper in high school asking where I'd be in 10 years. I believe it said working as a single, childless, fashion designer in LA. I never thought I'd be a married dental hygienist & mother of 2, still in Ohio. And there's nowhere else I'd rather be.

What am i doing on New Years Eve, you ask?? I'll tell you.

2009-12-28T12:49:00.000-08:00

Allright, well this will *probably* be my last post before doomsday, I mean, baby day comes. Unless something tragic worth telling happens, which is quite possible considering my plans for the next couple days...

Anywho- Today is Monday, and Thursday at 9am, my stomach is once again being sliced open once again, to remove an alien being that will bring me both joy & misery. Joy, that I have another baby, misery, that my wonderful nights of sleep will be gone, that I just got to the point with my son, where I can turn him loose at family functions, and not have too watch him TOO closely & actually get some adult time in. It's all over. Here we go again.

And to top it all off, I will probably not be released from the hospital until Sunday, and I DO NOT HAVE A LAPTOP. I'm pretty sure if I don't die in surgery, I may die from lack of facebook. I have been told MULTIPLE times in the past week how much people look forward to my status updates...Now if only they'd read my damn blog too.

So farewell for the next week or so. Tomorrow, I may be attempting to take my son to the movies for the 1st time. Yeah. That ought to be good. And then Wednesday, we're apparently going out to eat with family members. Again, should be interesting.

So bye. I'm sure I'll have some good shit to blog about when I return!

Merry Christmas to all....and good luck paying your bills!

2009-12-24T13:05:00.000-08:00

Ahhhh Christmas Eve...got the house cleaned (Santa doesn't come to dirty houses), got Santa's cookies made (hope he likes Pillsbury...yep, yep he does...) and made the annual Christmas Eve run to Toys R Us for the last minute gifts. This year: an easel pad for the art easel he's getting, dry erase markers, for said easel, they were out of chalk for the chalkboard side, but I made up for it with a Toy Story popcorn tin, that will eventually hold toys. And also a small gift for each of 2 family Christmas' in which Santa visits and brings the kids toys. A small Trio set that builds an airplane, and the travel size version of Perfection.

I also had to talk myself down from dropping $50 on a Christmas train to circle the tree...I'll be going back Saturday morning to check the after-Christmas sale on that. We always had one at my dad's house, and I thought it was SO COOL.

Merry Christmas to all my bloggy friends! I hope yours turns out to be as awesome as mine is turning out to be! We thought this may be our hardest Christmas yet, but have been so blessed! We actually bought each other-NICE-gifts, our little boy got everything he could've dreamed of, and then some...my husband was blessed enough to pick up a lot of overtime the past couple months that made it all happen. We were so worried with the baby coming, how we could afford all of this at once, and we made it happen. I feel so thankful!!

P.S. I'm still baking that bun in my oven. Hopefully, she stays put! One more week! Almost there! Thank goodness, bc my back very well may give out on me soon!

Happy Holidays everyone!

A Plea to my Unborn Child...

2009-12-16T10:38:00.000-08:00

First, let me briefly explain that my first birthing experience was semi-traumatic. I was induced the day before my due date, went through almost 12 hours of labor (and had a horrible reaction to the epidural in the process), and after an hour & 15 min of pushing, he just would not come out. So on we went to the OR, where I had an emergency c-section. Woohoo.

For these reasons, I chose to just schedule my c-section this time because I just don't feel the need to go through all of that again. Okay, I get the idea, once was enough. So I decided to make my life as easy as possible this time. I am scheduled to go in at 9am on Dec. 31st.

So I go to the Dr today, and she does my exam, looks at me questioningly and says

"Are you contracting?"

"Um no. And I'm really trying to avoid it..."

"Well, if you do, call us right away so we can do your c/s that day. You're 1 cm dilated, and your cervix is pretty soft. I'm not too concerned, but you may go into labor."

"I better frickin' not..."

And to myself, I am thinking, it would be my f-ing luck, Christmas Day or some shit...

So this is my plea to my fetus:

Dear daughter,
You and I will have plenty of years ahead of us to not get along. Please do not start now. That'd be great. Stay cookin'. Thanks.
Love, Your haggard mother

I have a case of the Mondays...

2009-12-07T14:34:00.000-08:00

Mondays SUCK. Now that Jon & Kate is over, at least. I have nothing to look forward to. At least they moved Cake Boss up, so there's a chance I MAY be able to stay up to watch it, seeing as how my DVR decided to quit working last week...and BTW we are switching providers on Wednesday, so I'm sure that will be a whole other post. Our electronic set-up is pretty elaborate, so a new provider is going to rock my world. I still haven't figured out how to work what we've got. And we've lived here 3 years...

My husband, the electrician/electronic buff, is also debating on which LED or LCD or ABCDEFG tv to buy right now, bc apparently, we are in dire need for a giant tv for the GARAGE so he can watch football out there with his friends. We've been saying we need a new bedroom tv, so we can give ours to our son, bc his is a peice of crap, so I'm totally fine with that. However, he decided to do some online browsing last night, and put not 1, but 2, ABCDEFG tv's in his "cart". I talked him down, bc I feel this is excessive. So he decides 1 will do the job, but here's the issue: if he chooses just 1, it will go in our bedroom, but also needs to be able to be moved into the garage for big games. Fine. No prob. Except he wants at least a 40". I think a 40" tv in our bedroom is RIDICULOUS. If we had some wonderful, big master suite, ok fine. But we don't. We have a 10 x 10 room. That barely fits our furniture. Ummmm no. I will keep you posted on the outcome of this.

Yesterday was also Hubs birthday. Which I spent at a surprise baby shower, thrown by my friends. And Hubs was in on it. He had to be, bc when my BFF asked me to hang out, I originally told her no bc it was his birthday, and most days, I enjoy married life, which would end if I made plans with my friends on his bday. So she texted him and basically told him to find something else to do bc he was effing up her plan.

So, since I didn't have time yesterday, I made his bday cake today. A pineapple upside down cake. My first I've ever made, and ummm...I've had better. But it was what was in the cupboard so that's what he got. And my wonderful, cute little innocent offspring asked for a peice, so I start to get him a peice, as he threw the newspaper pages all over the floor one by one. This is the treatment I get. I make them cake; they make me a mess to clean. Awesome.

I dedicate this post to...(Hiding from the Kids)

2009-12-01T15:41:00.000-08:00

So I just did something, that had you told me 10 years ago as I filled out my "Where do you see yourself in 10 years?" paper in high school, I would've never thought to write down.

I am home alone with my lovely offspring, whom, tonight, has mixed up his indoor & outdoor voices and feels he must SCREAM.EVERY.LAST.WORD. and in my

(I just stopped mid-type bc said offspring just decided to pour his cup of green kool-aid onto the carpet, to which I looked up to heaven, raise my hands and sang "Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!", hoping that Jesus himself would keep me from flipping the eff out.)

...lost my train of thought...

Oh yes. In my attempt to save my sanity, I decided I MUST have a fudgesicle. But how, do I accomplish this, seeing as I already gave 1 to darling offspring 2 hours ago? How will I EVER pull off eating this treat without more screaming???

I hid & locked myself in the bathroom. There I sat. On the toilet (and yes, i figured might as well pee since I'm in there.) I sat, pants down, eating a fudgesicle. AND texted hubs at the same time to tell him exactly what I was doing, and promising I WOULD send a picture, but do not trust that he wouldn't show it to his class full of electricians.

So here's to you, Cheif. My (Hiding from the Kids) moment. Of the day.

Oh shit, I just ripped the armpit hole of my t-shirt even bigger as I scratched an itch just then. (What will I do when my fav. college t-shirt is unwearable???)

I have recovered from my Thanksgiving injuries, thank you.

2009-11-30T14:21:00.000-08:00

Yes, I said injurieS, plural.

First and foremost, I must say, I am a huge fan of Criminal Minds, and last Wednesdays episode was UH-MAZE-ING. I dvr'd it and watched it again last night when I couldn't sleep, bc I felt like torturing myself with the intensity & agony. Good Lord. Anyone who saw it, you know what I mean. But along with it being the best episode EVA, it was also the saddest, and made me cry. Both times I watched it.

Okay, so turkey came & went like any other one would. I was pleasantly surprised when my office decided to pay out our unused vacation time-convieniently on Thursday. Wa-hoo. I had some BF shopping funds. And boy, did it come in handy! I was up at 4 am, left the house with the previous days make-up on at 4:30 (nope, I don't wash it off before bed, and I do have nice skin thank-ya-very-much) and got to the mall about 10 til 5. Met a work friend for breakfast around 6, continued on my journey and got back home around 12:30. I got everything I needed, and this is where injury #1 comes in- MY FEET WERE KILLLLLLLING ME. KILLING ME. Why I didn't wear tennis shoes, I don't know. Yes, I do. Because the 1 pair of non-work tennis shoes I own are ugly. That's why. So I chose the fashion before comfort route, and had to practically crawl into my house. Horrible. So then, I try to take a nap for the next 4 hours, of which I slept about 30 min, due to my son coming in my room every 15 min asking if I was rested yet, and could I read him this book? and oh yeah- he wants Little Bear on NOW. At one point, I had to pee, (seeing as it had been about 30 min since my last pee...a pregnant chick record!) and as I started to get out of bed, my LEGS were almost IMMOBILE they hurt so bad. Moms, back me up, when it gets late in your pregnancy, your legs, like right at your hip joint where everything attaches, start to hurt like a mo' fo' bc everything is shifting, preparing for childbirth. (Which, I've been trying to make a deal with nature, bc this is not neccessary for a woman with a scheduled c-section.) And then I walked around shopping for 8 hours...I couldn't freakin move. (Thus: Injury #2)

And injury #3 came on Saturday when I hosted the in-laws for our own TG dinner. As I was taking to rolls out of the oven, they started to slide off the pan, back into the oven, and my first thought was to grab the pan with my other hand. And then I proceeded to jump up & down from the pain of grabbing a 350 degree pan right out of the oven with my mitt-less hand. I spent the next 2 hours soaking it in cold water, which I'm pretty sure is not what you're supposed to do. But finally, I sucked it up, and allowed it to come to room temp. Today, my hand is mostly, except for a little spot on the pad of my pinky, that WILL be peeling in a few days. But at least it didn't blister. I need my hands for work. One of my college instrustors always said "Protect your hands! Your hands are your livelihood!" True dat. I have 3 weeks left of work- then will have 8 weeks of unpaid Christmas vacay & maternity leave. I need these 3 weeks!!

I apologize for my lack of commenting & posting over the holiday. I'm still trying to get caught up on normal things. After nearly DYING this weekend, and only 4 hours of sleep last night, i doubt that will happen tonight. Maybe tomorrow.

ITSALMOSTHEREITSALMOSTHERE!!!!!

2009-11-25T09:08:00.000-08:00

Black Friday that is. Now, bc I am a part-time worker, I typically don't have a lot of money to blow. I prefer to do my shopping, a little at a time, and often. So really, the only thing left on my agenda that is a MUST DO on BF, is my BIL's GF's gift. But I've been analyzing BF ads online since Sunday night, debating what I need to waste some cash on.

I DO have 1 toy left to get for my son. That he is DYING for, and may kill me in my sleep if Santa does not bring it. Rocky the Robot Truck. Have you seen this thing? It's a dump truck that like gets up on its back wheels and sings & dances. It IS a pretty cool toy for a 3 1/2 yr old. He fell in love with this truck about 2 months ago, when something evil force within me decided it would be okay to take him to Toys R Us. (For the record, never okay. TRU should have a "parents only" rule to save us all from ever thinking it might be okay.) Well, my problem is I am cheap, and $60 is a lot for a dancing truck.

So I stop into Walmart yesterday, to see if they have it, and lo-and-behold, they have 1 left- for the low-rollback price of $40. (And I cut a $3 off coupon for this toy out of Sunday's paper. woot woot) Problem is, at this time, I have about $3 to my name. So I pray to God no noe buys it until I get paid. I get home, tell hubs about the truck and he asks me why I didn't buy it. Ummm bc I have $3 and it costs $40. So then he informs me, I could've used money from our bills only account. Well, I don't know this, bc I'm not the billpayer. I never know the balance or what needs paid when, or how much anything is...I just prefer not to be bothered by those things. So I tell hubs to stop there on his way home from class. His response is "I don't really want to." Oh well, okay then?!?!?! I'll spend 420 more on it at TRU bc you don't fell like going to pick it up. Cool.

So I got smart this morning, and called Walmart, they still have the one & only, and it's being held for me until tonight. EAT IT. IN YO FACE.

And to all mothers- or future- ALWAYS check Walmart before making any purchase at TRU. It's always cheaper. And our local TRU has the WORST MANAGER EVER. But that's a whole other post....

Oh and good luck to all the other BF shoppers. Let's all take our manners with us, umkay??

What? You act like you've never seen anyone run over a fire hydrant before? Geez.

2009-11-19T14:14:00.000-08:00

Let me start by saying, I have not been involved in an accident in 7 YEARS. I normally do not do stupid things (well, some may argue, but that's a different post for a rainy day...). And this particular incident, I blame on my job. If I didn't have to go to work for a stupid meeting on my day off, I would've been home and this would NOT have happened.

So. That being said...

I took Austin with me to my meeting today. He surprised the crap out of me and played quietly by himself in the playroom the whole hour I was in the meeting. The few times my child DOES behave in public, I feel deserves a reward. So I ask if he'd like to go to the mall and get a pretzel, bc he LOVES them, he thinks they are their own food group. Of course, he wants to go.

So I take him to Auntie Anne's, we eat our pretzels, I realize I have misplaced my debit card & pay with the only cash I had- babysitter money for next week. Oh well. I can go to the ATM later. If I find my card. (FYI- card later found. In my pocket. Shocking.)

I decide, this day is going too well, and I should quit while I'm ahead and go home. So we go out to the truck (I drive an SUV) and I had parked in a spot I have parked in THOUSANDS of times before. A spot that HAPPENS to have a fire hydrant in front of it, surrounded by 4 concrete poles, about 2 feet high (this is where we need to think about things, ok short poles, TALL SUV....yeah...). Now, these poles are practically falling over, bc soooooo many people have gone forward out of those spots before, and ran them over. I've SEEN ppl do it. But, I'm in mommy mode, I strap my son into his seat, get into my seat, look again for lost debit card, to no avail, and decide I can tear my purse apart at home. So I drive forward.

And I hear a crunch. And I say a little "Oh crap." I still have not remmebered that there is a FIRE HYDRANT in front of me, so I'm thinking it's just one of those little low-to-the-ground concrete blocks. And I go forward a little more. And now I can't move at all. And then...

"OH SHIT THOSE POLES!!!"

I get out and see I have successfully ran fully over a pole, and am now resting on the fire hydrant.

Huh. What to do, what to do...I try to back up. Can't. Stuck. Well this is just great. I sit there for a good 5 minutes thinking. I call hubs TWICE at work, he's not answering. I call my brother in law, knowing he's usually at work too, and I don't really know what I expect him to do, except be near a phone book to call a tow truck. So I call him, and whadoyaknow- he took a personal day today, so he's on his way.

After about 10 minutes, I remember I have insurance (duh) and I think they might be able to do something. So I find my card & call. And lo & behold, I have roadside assistance. And they'll fully cover someone to come get me off the pole. (THATS WHAT SHE SAID!! HAHAHAHAHA) And remember, at this point, debit card is still missing, so I'd be S.O.L. if I actually had to pay anything.

So my BIL shows up, and is laughing as he gets out of his truck, and tells me that hubs called HIM about the situation (didn't call me back, don't check on your wife & child, that's fine.) and makes a few comments implying hubs may be real pissed.

To shorten up the story, tow truck comes, it takes a good HOUR to get my truck off the fire hydrant & pole...The pole was the real problem (isn't it always???) and all that was damaged was the bumper. No biggie. I don't care, I'd rather run over something dumb than actually be in a collision and be hurt. (Apparently, some ppl don't see it this way. Like Hubs.) And at LEAST 100 ppl off & on decided to gawk, stare & laugh. Keep laughing peeps, keep laughing, Karma's a BITCH. (I know her, she really is.)

Hubs had to go to class tonight, and has yet to say a WORD about the situation. So I can only assume he called his brother for the details bc he's apparently not talking to me. (Yes, he is my overgrown child.) Except, Austin did tell him, "Mommy ran over something today." and all he got was an eye-roll.

Austin did come up with a really great idea though...

"Mom? Let's not tell Daddy the bad story. Let's just get a new car. I don't like this truck anyway. I like brown. It's my favorite."

You've GOT to be kidding me...

2009-11-17T16:59:00.001-08:00

This is what I said to myself, when I put my child in timeout, heard him throw something that sounded like his potty being thrown across his room, and walked in and saw poop all over the carpet, and the potty flipped upside down on the floor. Covered in poop & pee.

Oh.my.God.

Why am I even surprised anymore? Oh wait, I really wasn't. Should've made the time to empty that this morning...

This led to 45 minutes of more screaming & crying, butt spankings, and a full-on meltdown.

And suddenly...it stopped. Suddenly, the demons left his body (I swear I even saw them exit through his ears and float away like dust in the wind...okay maybe not. but still.) and he transformed into my sweet, darling little boy again.

And all because Little Bear said it was opposite day, and he heard Father Bear say "Have a terrible night!" which he found HILARIOUS.

Apparently, no one likes my opinion. Anywho...

2009-11-16T14:24:00.000-08:00

So no one decided to comment on my last 2 posts. Whatev. That's cool. I'll remember that.

So I feel the need to do a little bit o' bitchin today. I don't normally complain about work or patients (well, not publicly...) but today I had one man that really irked me.

I had a 4 year old boy, which, mind you, 4 yr olds are hit & miss anyway. Some are awesome, some are horrid, some are just confused, some are lost in the cartoons on the tv in the corner of my room...This particular 4 yr old, was confused. And rightfully so!! First, he was EXCITED to come back with me, which is USUALLY an indicator to overbearing parents to stay out in the lobby-where they belong (bc they tend to complicate things. Keep reading for case & point.) But this mom, (who was missing more teeth than she actually had) also brought along HER father (and does everytime, as noted in said child's chart), and they both JUMP up, and grandpa says "Oh I want to see how he does!" Okay, fine. If you really want to be proud & see him do great, fine. Come on back. So as I walk up to mom, to say hi, and ask if she has any concerns with little nugget, she says
"What are you having?"
I, taken aback, bc I hadn't even said hi yet say "Oh....Um...a girl." (I don't mind sharing personal info, but only with people with decent teeth.)
"Oh, see? I told you so! I can tell its a girl by how shes carrying. Look at her, I told you it's a girl. I wish I had a girl."

While I did not say this, I was THINKING 'Why would you wish such awful things upon innocent children?'

I digress.

So little nugget, who was very cute btw, (and had good teeth, shockingly, bc his mother can't even take of hers...) was being good, and said he would try to take pictures of his teeth (xrays). So I ask mom & grandpa to leave the room (BECAUSE IT IS ILLEGAL FOR ANYONE OTHER THAN THE PATIENT TO BE IN THE ROOM DURING XRAYS. THE BUTTON IS EVEN OUTSIDE. MOST PEOPLE KOW THIS.) They go out, reluctantly, and the real problems begin...

I'm talking to little nugget-
"Okay, I need you to bite down on this and then hold real still. Don't move at all."
Child bites and sits still.
Grandpa pipes up-
"Keep biting down! Just keep biting down!"
And child begins GNAWING on the film, bc he took grandpa's instructions to mean repeatedly bite down. And basically eat the film. This is why parents/gp's are NO.HELP.WHATSOEVER.
So I finally get the kid to stop eating the film. Then right as I run out to push the button, he moves his head. So I go back in to correct his head position, which is normally not a big deal, easily fixed.
Except for grandpa decides to run back into the room-ahead of me even. And starts moving the kids head around and missing with my xray equipment. So I say-
"I need you to be in the hall while I do this."
"Okay I know, I will in just a minute."
No. That is not how it works bucko. I am the professional here, I went to college to have the privelage of positoning heads correctly and messing around with extremely expensive xray equipment. Not you. So by this point I am extremely aggrevated, and I say (very firmly)...

"No. You need to go out there. You cannot be in here, it is illegal."

And ol' pappy puts his hands up, like he was surrenduring to me, and left. And guess what? I couldn't get any xrays to turn out bc the poor kid by the end of this didn't know up from down. Shocking.

Agh. And the rest of the appointment, they continue to talk for this poor child, who clearly can speak for himself, if given the chance...and then start asking me more questions about my baby and my due date, and-get this- when they think I will go into labor.

Geeeeeeeezzzzzzz people. I don't know you. I don't care when YOUR birthday is, when your MOM'S is, when your UNCLE'S is, and how much it would SUCK to be a Christmas baby, but how awesome it would be to be the New Years baby. Obviously, I didn't tell them I have a c/s scheduled for Dec 31st, they'd prolly want to come visit. They clearly wanted to talk details. None 'yo. (None yo bid-nazz, that is...)

My Philosophies....(I'm not sure I can even spell that word...)

2009-11-13T14:16:00.001-08:00

Just to put a FEW things out there to vent...bc I get sooooooo tired of stupid people and ignorant comments. And I keep my mouth shut bc I hear soooooo many people with false info, that it drives. me. inSANE.

Here we go:

1. I'm getting the H1N1 vaccine for myself & the fam. I highly doubt we will grow extra limbs, or become any more mentally challenged than we already are. Sorry folks, I'm pregnant, and not looking forward to DEATH by SWINE FLU. "Oh who knows if it's safe? blah blah blah...I have my thumb up my ass...blah blah blah...." THE FDA WOULDN'T APPROVE IT IF IT WASN'T. Get over yourselves.

2. I VOTED FOR OBAMA. AND NO I DON'T THINK THE COUNTRY IS GOING TO SHIT OVER A HEALTH CARE BILL.

3. Local issue: casinos in Ohio. Bring 'em on. I honestly heard someone say "The only jobs it will create is for those who build it." REALLY??? THEY'RE GOING TO BUILD MULTI-MILLION DOLLAR CASINOS AND THEN THEY SIT EMPTY? No, jackass, people will WORK there. LOTS of people.

4. I am pregnant, and I still drink regular pepsi and eat kids cereals full of sugar, always have, always will. My first child came out fine, and I'm pretty sure this one will too. Back off bitches. I don't talk to my belly, I don't play it music, I don't sit around and encourage the fam to give it kisses, I don't feel it's neccesary. Oh yeah and I don't breastfeed either. Get over it. Above said child is fine. I wasn't breastfed. I'm healthy. I seriously do NOT believe it makes your child better/smarter/faster than mine. And I ALSO bonded with my son JUST FINE without it.

5. And suck on this- I also asked my OBGYN to have the nurses clean my newborn son before I held him. Sorry, I don't want bloody, other-bodily-fluid- covered baby THROWN at my face. I just don't. And yet, I still bonded with my baby. WEIRD. And I plan on doing the same thing again.

And no, I did not have a bad day. It just occured to me that I should probably vent this on my blog to people I do not see in my "real" life, bc like I said, I keep my mouth shut as to avoid confrontation about certain issues.

So I wish all of you a sun-shiney weekend, from my liberal, formula feedin', clean baby holdin', casino workin', Obama votin', H1NI avoidin', pregnant self.

My Big Green Tractor is in the shop...

2009-11-12T10:43:00.000-08:00

Soooooo the CMA's were last night. I love all kinds of music, but I really love new country. Carrie Underwood rocks my world. (And my husbands dreams from what he tells me.) So I watch all this stuff, and then for about the next week, I am a country superstar (at least in the shower I am.)
My son is obsessed with "Big Green Tractor" by Jason Aldean, bc my son is obsessed with farms & farm equipment. (We live in Ohio, can ya tell?) So I tell him he can stay up & watch to see if we hear that song sung. Well, he didn't make it that long, bc he likes to use my pregnant belly as a trampoline, so he got bansihed to bed.
So when Jason Aldean finally comes on to sing the song, I'm yelling at my hubs "Hit record! NOW! NOW! HURRY!" so that my tractor lovin son can watch it the next day. So he records it- and then don't ya know, HE ACCIDENTLY DELETES IT!!!! I was more infuriated than I was when said tractor lovin son repeatedly called me a baby & told me he didn't like me...
Hubs yells

"SHIT SHIT SHIT!!" realizing what he's done. To which I respond...

"You deleted it, DIDN'T YOU?? WAY TO FUCKING GO!!" (In mind, I also called him father of the year, but had already surprised myself my how angry I already sounded, so I quickly decided to discontinue use of my vocal cords...)

So hubs tries to recover the deleted performance for the 10 min to no avail. So I figured I could look it up on You Tube for tractor lovin son today...

Which I would do, but currently tractor lovin son has opened a bottle of baby lotion and is spreading about half of it all over his Batman castle-batcave-thing. So I probably should go clean that up now.

UPDATE: I just realized my following has nearly DOUBLED this week to 7. woohoo!! this truly makes me happy, and maybe next week, i'll hit double digits. tell your friends ladies, what they're missin'. so thank you, other sleep-deprived moms on the quest for 5 MINUTES to take a nap...and if you aren't yet a mom, thank you for getting enjoyment from my everyday pains.

Who wants more ice cream???

2009-11-05T12:30:00.000-08:00

I love my child. Currently, I am listening to him scream & beat the walls bc he's pissed I won't give him more ice cream.

If this shit doesn't put me into early labor, I don't what will.

I tell myself about 7,495 times a day, that he is just a 3 1/2 year old, he doesn't know how to express his feelings. Other than screaming at decibels only dogs can hear (and neighbors) and putting holes in the walls. We all feel like that sometime. I can't really BLAME him. Sometimes I want to scream and throw things, but I don't bc I am an adult.

Sigh.

But him screaming & throwing shit, makes me want to scream & throw shit. And let go of a whole slew of profanities that would make HBO offended.

I had all these plans to re-do his room, to make it more gender neutral (as he will be sharing with his soon-to-be baby sister), but decided against it once I realized that ink pen just will not wash off, and seeing as his crayons & markers got thrown away about a week ago, bc I told him to pick them up and he instantly ran over to draw an orange line on the wall...painting right now just wouldn't be smart. Neither would be getting new carpet, with at least 2 daily spills of food/drink.

On the up-side, he has officially stopped using his bedroom floor as a urinal. I told my hubby to put the small potty back in psychotic 3 year olds room, to which I received an eyeroll and a "Agh, Sarah. Whatever.", which I responded "Well, taking it out obviously has not taught him to come out of his room when he wakes up and go to the bathroom, and you are not the one 7 months pregnant, on your hands & knees scrubbing piss out of the carpet every.single.day. or washing sheets at least every OTHER day, so really, you just need to go downstairs and get the potty and put it back, umkay?"

So for the first time in MONTHS, I changed demon childs sheets, NOT bc they were covered in pee, but bc they had been on his bed for a whole week. Maybe a little longer. Just thought I'd freshen his little bed up...and I didn't mind that so much!

Reallllly need to be careful what I say sometimes...

2009-10-28T18:37:00.000-07:00

So allright, I do not ever cuss in front of my son, and am pretty good about not saying things in general that could go south when repeated by a 3 year old.

Welp, tonight was different. We were all watching Dora as a family, and that darn Swiper came and stold the railroad tracks so the train had to stop, did the evil laugh, and says his classic "You'll NEVER find them now! heh heh heh!" At this point, I have clearly had enough of Swipers schenanigans, I look at my husband and I say "Swiper is SUCH d-bag." To which my sweet little inncoent baby says "Yeah Swiper is just a d-bag."

And I proceeded to bury my face in a pillow and LMAO as my husband tells my son that mommy is '"real mature".

Agreed.

And yes, I pulled myself together long enough to say "Now don't say that, it wasn't nice, mommy shouldn't have said that. I'm sorry."

And again buried my face to laugh.

Oh, what it takes to make a 3 year old happy....

2009-10-22T16:15:00.000-07:00

Well, I haven't had a whole lot to post on lately, so here's a story about my son, that he reminded me of today:

One day, on one of days off, i was sitting here at the computer, which is where I spend most of my time when I'm off work, for lack of anything better to do, and it was some time in the afternoon, when the mail comes. We have a mail slot in our front door that my son likes to play with. He'll put little toys through it, push it open, whatever, keeps the child entertained.

So he was pushing his hands through, and I hear the screen door open, and I hear my dear son say "Thank you!" and a female voice say 'You're welcome!" and I turn around just in time to see him, mail in hand, taking his hand out of the mail slot. He totally reached through the slot and took the mail from the mail carrier, who I can only imagine got a good laugh, and possibly even a little weirded out by the small, tiny hand & arm coming through the mail slot. But I found this HILARIOUS and so cute, and I proceeded to laugh my butt off once I realized what he just did.

Ever since, as soon as he hears the mail, he gets up and runs to the door, but is usually too late. Today, he came close, the mail was pushed through the slot and he got up and pushed open the slot door & said "Thank you!" and laughed and said "Mom he waved at me!" which of course, gave me another good laugh.

We actually had a good day today, which was nice considering just 2 days ago I was a crying hysterical mess, begging him to be nice to me. Nothing makes you feel bipolar quite the way children do. I never thought I stand in front of my child, bawling, asking through my tears "Why aren't you nice to me? Can't you see how upset I am? please, just stop!!" of all the things I've been called in my life, of all the things done to me in my life, my kid calling me a poop head, throwing toys and making a mess is what it takes to make me lose it. *Sigh*

Take THAT Jon!!

2009-10-13T13:10:00.000-07:00

Hahahaha after a long day of work, chasing kids to clean their teeth, and sprinting to push the xray button, before they push the film out, I am ex.haus.ted. BUT I just got a good laugh, because msn.com reported that Jon Gosselin must repay $180,000 by the next court date (Oct. 26). And it made me think to myself Take THAT a*hole, apparently the courts don't feel it was that innocent, way to stick it to him, Kate!!!

Oh, I feel like I should have so much to say, I haven't blogged for a few days...we did find out we are expecting a little girl, which excites me and scares the crap out of me all at once. I DID also fail my first glucose test- WITH FLYING COLORS!!! And will going on for the 3 hour test tomorrow, which my doctor said she is confident I will fail as well. Hmm. I'll keep you updated on this goes...The funny part is, is as I was on the phone explaiing everything to a friend of mine, I was stuffing my face with peanut butter fudge.

As Jon's Light-Head Turns....

2009-10-08T10:21:00.000-07:00

So, I just watched the Insider videos online of Jon's day 2 on the Insider (thank you babymama at Gosselin Family Fan Site), nothing really shocks me anymore with this guy. For 2 days now, he's willingly gone on this show, for the sole purpose of everyone else on the panel telling him what he's doing wrong, all so he can throw his hands up and be at a loss for words when they make their point. Which is HILARIOUS, but almost not even entertaining at this point, because all of America has been doing this for about 6 months now.

It's really none of our business, how many bank accounts they have, and how much is in them and whatever. I don't care. That is private information. when Kate discussed this on the Today show, she was already planning on appearing and this happened right before she went, so naturally, she's gonna talk about it. I don't blame her for being upset at all, I don't blame her for talking about it, I'd do the same thing if I were in that situation. He's a scumbag. If Jon is so innocent, he should've had his lawyer take care of the issue (this is the kind of thing they are getting paid to do, right?) and on his appearances, simply said, "My lawyer is taking care of it, there's no issue, she spoke prematurely, it's settled, or in the process of being settled." INSTEAD, he chooses to say oh look, here's my bank statements, so we can all track his every move. Which is a sham because he only showed 1 withdrawel statement to my knowledge, which doesn't prove anything except that 1 withdrawel. Way to think that one out Jon.

What next? Really, what next?

Can it get ANY worse???

2009-10-04T19:42:00.000-07:00

Agh so as I was watching the season finale of Kourtney & Khloe Take Miami, I see the ticker at the bottom stating Jon Gosselin has emptied the joint account he shares with Kate, leaving her with $1000.

Really, Jon? Really? Do you think this HELPS the situation? Does it?

I can't wait to see Kate on the Today show tomorrow, I have to work, so I have it set up to record. I am FUMING!!!! Kate has reportedly hired a high-power attorney. I think the claws are finally going to come out. This should be an interesting week. I'll follow up on this tomorrow.

An Ode to Saturday Mornings

2009-10-03T06:14:00.000-07:00

Okay, so I'm not really gonna write an ode. But it is 9:15 and let me tell you how my day is going so far.

My 3 year old finally accomplished the potty training feat this summer. However, we still have nighttime accidents an average of twice a week. I'm okay with this. I expect it. The issue comes when it is Saturday or Sunday morning and my angelic child waked up before mommy & daddy and for whatever reason, REFUSES to leave his room until we get up & let him out. This is where the majority of the accidents come from.

So this morning, I hear him shouting "ACORN! ACORN!" which is funny because he not only does not have a real acorn, he doesn't have toy that resembles an acorn.

I digress.

I hear the shouting, decide I better get up. I go potty myself, hack up the lower lobe of my right lung (it's true, I saw it. I'm still fighting this cold.) and make my way into my offspring's room. And the first thing he says is

"Mommy, I didn't pee in my pants! I went to the potty!"

Me: "You DID?!? I'M SO PROUD OF YOU!!"

And then come the hugs & kisses & all that. So we go into the kitchen, so he can pick what he wants for breakfast and he drops the bomb:

"Actually, I didn't go in the potty." (I love his use of the word "actually")

"You didn't?"

"No. I peed on the floor."

"Austin, did you pull your pants down and pee on the floor?"

Head shake and smile, yes.

"Why did you do that?"

"Because I wanted to."

"Dogs pee on the floor Austin, and they get in trouble for it. Don't do that again. Your carpet is gonna smell like pee. That's gross."

He laughs.

So that's how my day has gotten started. Oh- and I walked in the pee spot too. He wasn't lying. And now, I'll be attempting to take my child to a public place- a craft show, where they always cheap mums and pumpkins that I MUST have. My husband thinks I'm brave for taking him, I think I'm brave too. lol

Kate + 8, My New Wig & Football Weekend

2009-09-29T13:59:00.000-07:00

I've been home for about 15 min and already soooo much to talk about!!

First and foremost, TLC announced "Jon & Kate + 8" will be renamed "Kate + 8" to reflect Kate's transition as a single mom of 8. Jon will still appear, but not so much.

THANK YOU TLC! NO ONE WANTS TO SEE THAT DOUCHE ANYWAY!!

But WAIT- Jon apparently has halted the divorce proceedings for 90 days in order for the family to work together more cooperatively through this transition AND admitted his less than stellar behavior since the separation, saying he got involved with other women too soon. Change of heart? Is this the end of his douche-baggery??? Doubtful. But acknowledgement is the first step. Sp please, Jon, we beg of you, please REALLY mean what you say and move forward in a more positive way for your children. They'll thank you later.

So, some of you may already know I ordered my Kate Gosselin halloween wig, for the SOLE PURPOSE of telling my husband I had a hair appt on my day off, so when he came home, I'd wear the wig and he'd FLIP out. Well, it came today. And the ONE DAY I worked late, he beat me home, saw the package, opened it and ruined my trick. So now I MUST wear it for halloween. I can't let my 12.99 go to waste. I will say, the quality of it sucks anyway, and I'm going to have to style it better...

And my trip to Ann Arbor was not so bad. Mich. won- barely. But whatever, we'll take it. The guy in front of us had his 6 year old with him and yelled at my brother-in-law for a little bit o' profanity. But hey- it's college football. You can't possibly bring your children and not expect it, so remember the earmuffs, folks. lol

Michigan Homecoming

2009-09-25T14:17:00.001-07:00

Tomorrow, I am going to the UM homecoming game with the hubby, brother-in-law and others. I am posting this today, just to let everyone know how much I look forward to sleeping in on saturdays.

My BIL is insisting on being one of the first people to park on the golf course and tailgate. The game starts at noon.

We are leaving at 5am.

Last year when we went to a noon game, we left at 8am.

And still parked on the golf course.

And still tailgated.

So why this is necessary to leave at 5am; I am unsure.

I was told to "Take it or leave it."

So I will let everyone know how this goes. All I can say is, it better be a good game against Indiana. Go blue!!!!

Having a day off is not always good...

2009-09-24T14:45:00.000-07:00

So, I had my usual Wednesday off work, I sooo look forward to Wednesdays, and sleeping in, and a late shower, and taking time for a yummy breakfast. I normally don't have a lot planned, so I wind up cleaning, watching tv, surfin' the net, and keeping my 3 year old from injuring himself in a way that requires a trip to the ambulatory care center. If it only needs a band-aid, sweet.

At some point yesterday I decided that my home needs to look like a Pottery Barn catalog. This is difficult for 2 major reasons: 1. I have a 2 bedroom, just under 1000 sq ft home. It's hard to make it look like anything other than sardines in a can. 2. I had a day off. Hence, I cannot afford Pottery Barn. lol But I got a new catalog, and a new PB Kids catalog, so of COURSE, I spend my time scouring them cover to cover and making a wishlist. I also looked up some past holiday items on EBAY. And THAT'S when I started feeling crafty.

Have you ever seen the little chair-backers they make, or used to make? Yes, Kate had them on a Valentines episode of J&K+8, and I VOWED that if she can have cute things like that with 8 kids, surely I can manage with (soon to be) 2.

I do not sew.
I do not do anything that requires much thought, really.
I DO reallllly love it though when I make the cutest cookies in the class for preschool parties, or spend 10 hours on a Pablo- replica Backyardigans birthday cake and sigh modestly and smile when people say "You MADE that?!?". Or when people walk into our birthday parties and say "Wow."
And I DO really like it when I go above and beyond in ways other parents just don't see a point in doing, because MY kid had something theirs didn't. So sue me. (My mom-guilt, I'm sure will be discussed in a future posting.)

But I love it so much because I never felt like that as a child. My mom never went above & beyond, well, ANYTHING, to make me feel like I had or was something special. She was the one that on the class party sign up sheet, said to put her down for cups. I'm the mom that stands there analyzing what is the most possibly HARDEST, TIME-CONSUMING, and EXPENSIVE thing on the list. And that is what I sign up for.

But I digress.
I saw on ebay someone selling PBK chairbackers- spiders, for halloween, for $35 a piece. And my lightbulb went off and I was like "Phheeesssshhhh. I can make those for under $20." So when the hubby came home, I explained my idea and he gave me a blank look and said

"So you're telling me, there's going to be bags hanging off the chairs, filled with candy, all the time?"

"No. Focus. FOCUSSSSS. There will be a cute, HOLIDAY bag on the chair for a DAY. ONE DAY. WHATEVER HOLIDAY IT IS THAT I MAKE THE BAG FOR. To make our children happy. And it doesn't have to be candy. It can be a book or some dumb little toy. Whatever. Just don't worry about it, I'll show you when I'm done. And I can't AFFORD the Pottery Barn ones and I don't think it'll be hard to make them."

"Oh. You're so thrifty. And your boobs look HUGE today."

Men.

So I took my happy ass off to Hobby Lobby, excited I actually had something to...hobby. I got all my supplies, for $13, and texted my friend, who IS crafty (she even sewed her own diapers. that's dedication.) and quickly explained my idea and that I would be in need of some simple sewing skills. So we made plans for today.

Well, apparently, God did not want me making spider chair backers today, because her sewing machine broke and my demon child tried bringing her kids to the "other side". It ended in lots of tears, spankings, and yelling. And that's just what demon child did to ME. It ended when I came home, took all the toys from his room and found them new homes in other areas of the house (i.e. my dining room) and daddy came home and we all sat down and talked about being nice to each other and why we were all mad. And then read The Cat in the Hat.

As I looked at the new positions of the toy bins/box, I thought, my home looks sooooo much better when these toys are not in here for everyone to see. Way closer to Pottery Barn.

So, my chairbackers are still in pieces waiting to be sewn. I'll let you know how that goes.

Theme Tuesdays...animals in trouble!!! Ahhhhh!!!

2009-09-22T14:02:00.000-07:00

Agh, in light of Jessica Simpson's little doggie being eaten by coyotes, The Gosselins giving back their dogs (apparently, this is temporarary people!) and the fact that I actually ENJOY singing the theme song from "The Wonder Pets", I have been thinking about my own little animal nugget...my cat, KitKat. One word, no hyphen. Just KitKat.

Poor little KitKat came to us as a rescued kitten off my husband's grandparents farm. He thought it was a cute litter of kittens, and the little yellow furball was his favorite. So he decided to save him from his fate of being sucked into a John Deere engine (which is what happens to most of the farm kittens...that or the VW Rabbit.) and bring him home for me. It was the first time in my life, I didn't have any pets, and I had always had a cat. And we weren't allowed to have pets wheer we lived, but we were bad asses so we did it anyway.

Grandpa told us KitKat was a girl. So I proceeded to go to the store and bought a pink collar, pink bowls, and a pink litter box. We later found out it was a boy; I'm pretty sure the day I took him to get fixed. Anyway, I spoiled the heck out of this cat. Gave it bathes, treats, brushed it, took it for check-ups at the vet.

And then the baby came.

My son was born and poor KitKat didn't know what him. He'd never seen the toe end of a shoe jabbing his ribs before...It wasn't that bad at first, but as time went on, KitKat got less and less attention, which leads us to today, where the poor cat reminds me to feed him by biting my calves.

Yesterday, kitty was in a rare mood where he was truly pissed about the cards he'd been dealt, and I could tell in his eyes he'd rather have taken the engine. My son will run up and kick him for no reason, he gets his tail pulled, pushed off furniture, stepped on...and I put the final nail in his little kitty coffin when I looked at him and said "Poor KitKat. Wait till there's 2 of them." And his eyes narrowed and he started growling at me. I tried to pet him, and he was sloooowly turning his head, which I knew meant to get my back-stabbing hand away before he ate it for dinner.

Oh yeah, I should go feed him...

*disclaimer: for PETA or the likeness: my cat is taken care of thank you, very much. Is it extravagant? No. But no one's life is with a toddler boy running around. So back off. He's old & grumpy. If I was him, and weighed 20 lbs and the only thing anyone ever said when they saw me was "What a big cat!" I'd be pissed too...as the toddler tries to pull my whiskers out...So I don't want to hear it.

The Emmys...Kate's new show...and Khloe getting married??

2009-09-21T18:55:00.000-07:00

The Emmys...didn't watch. Nothin to say. But I have to mention it. lol I'm not big on award shows anymore, but I like to see what everyone wore splashed all over E! in the days following. Kristin Chenoworth looked great in silver sparkly number (note to self: join gym after baby is born...), Olivia Wilde was phenominol...and I can't remember what else I liked. :)

So the latest according to MSN, is Kate Gosselin MAY be a part of Paula Deen's show after all- but looks like we'll be waiting until Fall 2010. Sweet, because honestly, I don't think J&K+8 will go on past that. I love it, and I wish it would, but I don't see it. Anyway, tonights new episode was "Farm to Table" where they visited an organic farm, played family games. A good-old fashioned episode, which ended when Kate's custody ended. BUT- it did give me a chance to explain to my son that not all mommies & daddies live together, and all that garbage that you really don't want to talk to your kids about. Man, it's not even my life, so I can imagine how Kate felt REALLY explaining that to them. Well, no I can't actually. No one can unless they've done it.

So more drama in another of my fav. tv families...Khloe Kardashian getting married? Say WHAAA? lol IF this is true, I wish her and her new hubby the best and (white-elephant-in-the- room) hope it works out to a long and happy life together!

Due to my first comment posted (what a milestone), I DO feel the need to say, that this is not SOLELY a J&K blog...it's a mommy blog. Specifically, THIS mommy's blog. So THIS mommy says & feels what she wants, about whatever she wants. I have NOT staked this out with some neon sign that says "HATE ON JON G HERE --->", but I do feel he does this on his own. I do try to remain logical (as noted, I did NOT side with those saying Jon was an unfit father for taking the dogs away in front of the kids...ahem, just that he was an ass for it). Anyway, my purpose is not to attract anyone to BASH, my purpose is to LAUGH, and roll my eyes, and allow me to get my thoughts out on whatever, if for only 5 min. a day, because SOMETIMES that's all a mommy needs!

Jon's an A-Hole, Kate did G8, and I think the demons have left my childs body...whew!

2009-09-18T16:15:00.000-07:00

Okay, I just commented on all of this on another blog but here we go: short and sweet: maybe...

1. Jon dramatically had the dogs carted off in front of the kids. Unfit to be a parent based on this event alone? No. Nominee for Father-of-the Year? No. But sleeping with the babysitter might get him thismuch closer to the title. Oh, snap....nope...no it won't. But keep trying Jon, the world is watching-and sadly loving- you making an arse out of your self at LEAST weekly. I'm sure Cara & Mady's little friends at school have seen the supermarket tabloids. Way to go Jerkoff.

2. Kate did awesome on the View. Whoopi acted like an idiot, constantly repeating the same stupid question over and over. Kate admitted she was wrong in going over there, did Whoopi NOT hear that? Get on with it. Geez.

3. My son has been a sweet little thing all day. However, we have yet to go uptown to the Canal Days Festival to pick up dinners, which is a mini-fair on Main Street here in America's Friendliest City, for those who do not know (and is the highlight if every Delphos resident each year). Mind you, there are rides, and games, and other things for me to waste valuable money on, so *here's to it being a positive experience for everyone involved*!!!

4. Oh- but my son did learn how to gag himself today and tried to make himself vomit at the sitter's when he didn't want to eat lunch. :) Just lovely.

2009-09-17T15:26:00.000-07:00

Jordan won Big Brother, Biggest Loser starts, and this mom is losing her mind!!

Sorry it's been a couple days...not a whole lot to comment on. I was really happy Jordan won Big Brother, and not that little snake Natalie. Agh. Natalie was so annoying and stupid, she looked into the air at literally nothing every.time.she.talked. Just the sound of her voice annoyed me. She makes my skin crawl.

The Biggest Loser also started this week, another of my fav's. There's a lady whose husband, and 2 kids were killed in a car accident...horrible story. So I am pulling for her, and I'm sure most of America is.

And I am losing my mind because something horrific has inhabited my dear sweet son's body and taken control. And he's so sneaky about it, because when others are around i.e. my husband, he's just a happy little boy, no problems, no worries. As soon as we are alone, the monster comes out and immediately does something he knows he shouldn't, I tell him no or deal with whatever it is, and he begins ABUSING his poor, baby carrying, mother...and by abuse I mean, furiously slapping me in the face, and once even threw a hotwheels car in my face (apparently, the worst 98 cents I ever spent) and then telling me I am various things such as a poop-head, baby or stupid-head. I beg to differ. I have not had poop on my head since he was about 2 months old and had explosive diarrhea (true story), I'm obviously NOT a baby, I only MAKE them, and I cannot be a stupid-head, because stupid-heads do not graduate college.

Basically, all the precautions I have taken to NOT ruin my child's life thus far, have blown up in my face. I decided he needed a sibling, he seemingly does not, and I am questioning this decision myself at this point; I decided it would better for our family to take him from his daycare, to a babysitter, which he has been good for the sitter, he's told me he doesn't want new friends, he wants his old friends. He also does not understand that if he wants Christmas presents, he will go to the sitter, rather than daycare, lol. What have I done that is SO BAD??

I will keep you informed on how the exorcism goes. Because I'm pretty that's what needs done.

2009-09-14T13:47:00.000-07:00

Kate on The View...Kanye makes an ass of himself...What a day...

So, I just watched todays' episode of The View, and Kate Gosselin looked AMAZING! She looked like she belonged there, and she has said in the past she'd like a talk show...future co-hosting gig?? Who knows, but she did good too. She gave up about as much personal info as I thought...about nothing! She says she will continue to take the high road...which is the best road to take Kate...someone's got to in this mess. But I LOVED when Sherry asked "What do you think about him bringing THAT GIRL around your kids???"

Onto Jackass-of-theYear, Kanye West. Agh what a douche. For anyone who hasn't heard, Taylor Swift beat Beyonce for video of the year at the VMA'S last night, and before Taylor could barely sueak out "This is amazing!", things quickly became un-amazing when Kanye jumped on stage and said he was happy for Taylor, but Beyonce made one of the best videos of all time, or some dumb shit. The camera went to Beyonce who totally had a look on her face which looked like she was thinking "I don't want this jack ass defending me...WTF??" BUT Beyonce, won later for something else (I don't even know, I didn't watch it, haven't since about 11th grade, but I saw the clip and heard the audio on the radio this morning) and told everyone she remembers what it was like being 17 and up for her first VMA award, and asked Taylor to come up and have her moment. How sweet. Kudos to Beyonce and Taylor, shame on you Kanye...good music (to some) will only get you so far. And for the record, I don't think Kanye is a musical genius like everyone else seems to think.

Oh update: apparently Kanye blogged he was sorry so it's all good then. Whatev.

Other than that, not too much else to comment on. There's the hermaphadite runner- poor girl. What a way to find that out. Apparently she is, or was, on suicide watch, so pray for that girl. How awful for something so personal to be told world wide before you even have time to digest the news. And a missing girl from Yale, her body was possibly found in a wall in a lab at Yale. How awful, pray for her family, and justice for their daughter/sister/friend.

2009-09-13T10:23:00.000-07:00

Start the Jon & Kate discussion here!!

I am an dedicated Jon & Kate watcher, and a fan of Kate's...I DO think Jon has lost his damn mind, and I also think Kate had every reason to be demanding with Jon during their marriage- as evidenced by his recent behaviors.

The latest: Radar Online's pictures of Jon & Hailey kissing, and Jon told Kate he was bringing Hailey home to meet the kids, and Kate cried. I find it hysterical that at the end of last season, Jon did not want to be in the spotlight anymore, didn't want cameras around, just wanted a normal life...but how many times has he stood at his fence since then and talked to & made videos for the paparazzi?? And the kissing pictures- look totally staged, like they did it for the paparazzi. How disgusting. And his hissy fit he threw on his interview last week for abc? Agh. Lovely, Jon, just lovely. A divorce is hard enough on kids, let's make sure they know you despise their mother. Nothing like salt in a wound...

Just call me Ape...

2009-09-13T10:02:00.000-07:00

Anyone that knows me, knows that I am outnumbered in my household. By my husband, my son, and even my cat. (Still don't know what baby #2 is...whether I'll have another player on my team or if I should forfeit the game...) and I say ALL. THE. TIME. that I totally picture myself as Ape; Bam Margera's mom. Ok, so maybe not that bad (Oh sweet Jesus, I pray not that bad...) But one day, I can guarantee, I'll be hiding in a corner while my son(s) and possibly even my husband attack me with pillows- and I am very sensitive about anyone touching my head, except for getting my hair done. Other than that, the head is off limits. But that's besides the point.

As a mom, I try really hard to allow my 3 year old to just be a 3 year old. I'm really relaxed about certain things. If no one's getting hurt, I pretty much won't have a problem with it. But sometimes this makes me look-and feel- pretty pitiful.

Case & point: I had a dr's appt this week, and had no other option but to bring my son, which I've never taken him there with me. It's just easier to go by myself. Anyway, I didn't have a sitter so I figured one time won't kill me, I'll just take him. He actually did well, but we had one minor mishap. So we're sitting there waiting for the Dr to come in and he says "Mama I have to go potty..." so we walk out the door, I stop at the nurses station to let them know where I'll be, in case the Dr came in, and take him into the bathroom. Now, my dear sweet little boy just got potty trained this summer and is just now getting into the standing up when he pees thing. Well, their toilet is about 2 inches higher than ours at home, and it had an elongated bowl which he refused to sit on. So he stands there, and the poor kid had no chance of making it into the bowl, since it was so tall, he proceeds to pee- straight into the corner of the room. In my horror, I yell "Point it down! Point it down!" and he says "What? I can't!" and swings it to the left, and pees across the toilet seat & lid and nails the other wall. At this point, there are puddles of pee on the floor and someone begins to knock. I don't even knwo what i said, just something to indicate that someone was in there, and he finishes peeing on the floor. Not a drop made in into the toilet.

So like I said, I'm pretty laid back, and I'm laughing as I grabbing fistfulls of papertowels to soak up the puddles and wipe the walls as fast as possible. I finish my "cleaning", get us both washed up and open the door to go out. Now there are 3 people in line.

I stop at the nurses station again where our nurse was standing, my Dr was sitting, and a few others. And this is what I said "Ummm this is really embarassing, but he just peed all over bathroom walls & floor, and I cleaned up what I could, but it's gonna need mopped and some disinfectant...and it smells." My Dr was the first one to crack up laughing (thats why I love her) and everyone else did too. And of course they were nice and said they'd take care of it. In the meantime, the next person in line had gone in, and I felt sorry for her, because it really did smell.

So, my funny thing today: I asked Austin what he wanted for lunch, and he says "Spagetti-Os but not hot ones, only cold ones." and I said "You want cold spagetti-o's?" and he nodded. And I looked at him like he had just asked if he could eat his own poop and I said "That's DISGUSTING." And then laughed at myself, for being so horrified at the thought of cold spagetti-o's, when clearly, there are worse things in the world. And that's when I decided to blog... :)

I finally did it!!

2009-09-13T09:52:00.000-07:00

Well folks and fans, here it is: the long awaited BLOG. Many of you liked to read my ranting myspace blogs of a few years ago, that I've since deleted...ahem...and others have asked me to blog about anything from celebrity gossip, to waitressing for 5 years and the effect it has on my, um, social skills...whatever. It's probably going to be a compilation of many things that strike my interest...being a mom and the things that happen to me because of it (lol), celebrity gossip, my job cleaning teeth, and a few other hot topics right now: Jon & Kate + 8 and maybe even college football...

So feel free to comment, in fact, I insist on it, but please be respectful of others opinions. That's all I ask. I'll try to post one topic at a time, instead of one long post, for everyone to comment on...so let the blogging begin... :)