Monday, June 27, 2011

It Always Happens Like This

For weeks Davis has been waking up at 6 a.m.

The little rooster.

Today he slept in.

I was up at 7:45 a.m. and got an entire hour to myself.

It is amazing what you can accomplish in an hour without a tiny little dictator following you around.

I felt so good about what my day was going to be like.

I had already balanced our bank accounts (which sadly hadn't been balanced in nearly 3 weeks) and to be honest it was driving me insane!!!

I also paid all of my boss' bills.  (P.S. is it boss' or bosses???)


I did all that.

All I had to do was print the checks out, get them in the mail.

Then I would clean the bathrooms.

Clean out a dresser.

Go to the post office.

Go to the grocery.

Come home.

Prep dinner.

Great day.

Not so fast.

I haven't got past the paying the bills part.


I live with a dictator.

He is 3 feet tall, has blonde hair and commands every bit of my attention somedays.

Today is that day.

The work can wait.

My dictator will not.

I will eventually get it all done by the end of the day.

It will just take longer than expected.

Do you ever feel like you live with tiny little dictators?

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Facebook Follow-Up

I lasted almost 2 days.

Apparently I like FB communication way too much to last even a week.


Truly, I do love the ease of comminicating via FB, text or email.

It is easy, you can respond when you have time and it is much easier to email a bunch of people at one time to figure out plans with them.


Here is my real point.

I grew up using a phone to call my friends to come over and play, chat till all hours with my BFFs, etc....

It scares me that in the age of technology that kids growing up with the ability to FB, text, and email will lose their ability to hold an actual in person or on the phone conversation with a person.

I'm sure Suzie Q who is 16 isn't calling her BFF and talking for hours, no, she is racking up thousands of texts per month instead.

Not to mention it is really annoying when you go out and everyone is glued to their phones, I'm guilty and I know you are too.

So in the age of technology, maybe everyone should try to make a conscious effort to "unplug" every now and then.

God, I sound like an old lady.

So anyways.

I'm back on FB.

So, FB chat me if you will or text or email or call.

Friday, June 24, 2011


I've started to really hate Facebook.

It is such a mindless time suck.

I deactivated my account for a while.

I might activate it again, but for right now, I need a break.

I feel like nobody can communicate the normal way anymore.

On the phone.

Email, text, FB is all anyone knows how to do.

If you need me, call me.

Thursday, June 23, 2011

One of THOSE Days

Today we had one of THOSE days.

You know the kind.

Nothing makes your child happy.

Tantrum after tantrum after tantrum.

Nothing made Davis happy today.

I'm pretty sure when I took him outside to play and he screamed bloody murder at me because he was pissed I wouldn't let him go through my husband's tools in the garage, my neighbors thought we were crazy.

Then I decided a walk might make him happy.

He would only wear a t-shirt and his diaper though, no shoes, no pants, he had a fit over pants and shoes. Fine, I'll live with a non-pants wearing, non-shoe wearing kid on a walk.

About 5 minutes into the walk, screaming bloody murder, yet again.

We cut our walk short and go home.

More screaming and now some hitting.


I'm pretty sure the next door neighbor who had her windows open was tired of the nonsense going on in our yard today.

Then Davis decides he wants to take a walk.

On foot.

Fine, our street isn't busy, let's walk.

He still isn't wearing shoes or pants, but at this point I don't care.

He pulls me to the across the street neighbor's garage sale, she knows us, I apologize for his lack of clothing and she laughs.

When it is time to leave and walk back home, another tantrum.

I ended up carrying a screaming, kicking, hitting, 30 lb., 2 year old across the street to home.

We get inside and the tantrum continues for at least 30 more minutes.

I text my husband and inform him our son has been throwing a fit for nearly 2 hours now and I'm at the end of my tolerance.

Shortly after, the 2 hour long tantrum, that was for no reason at all, finally ends.

After his bath, another tantrum.


I made him take his towel off and get dressed.

Sometimes I wonder what goes on in their little minds that causes such frustration and anger.

I'm getting a t-shirt made for Davis that says, "Excuse me, I am 2".

He will wear it everywhere because honestly we can't take him anywhere these days without him having a fit at some point.

Please tell me this will end.

If it doesn't I'm going to have to buy stock in Blue Moon.

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Baby Goggles

Every first time mom has something I like to call "Baby Goggles".

Kind of like beer goggles, but you don't get them from drinking beer, although it is possible you ended up pregnant from drinking beer.

Baby goggles happen the moment you see those lines or that word on a pregnancy test.

First time mom's have no clue.

I didn't, I proudly wore my baby goggles.

Here is just a bit of what baby goggles do to first time mom's to be.

You suddenly become the authority on all baby gear, mom's you know cannot talk you out of those things that you will eventually find completely ridiculous.  For example, Bumbo seats, 8000 receiving blankets, purchasing a breast pump 8 months before you give birth, stock in Johnson & Johnson wash, shopping cart covers, etc.....  Just think of all the stuff you bought as a 1st time mom thinking it was just the greatest thing ever, only to find yourself trying to unload it within weeks of giving birth or wondering why you still have 20 unopened bottles of Johnson & Johnson wash left after 2 years.

You think that after the baby is born life pretty much goes back to the way it was, except now you have a baby. Squeeeeee!!!!!!

Your husband will sit next to you as you breastfeed and stare at you with awwwwww, it will just be so super special.

Your milk would NEVER projectile across a room, that is false.

Your baby will only cry when hungry, only babies with terrible parents cry for no reason.

You WILL be the hottest mom on the block, those moms that leave the house looking like disheveled wrecks are just feeling sorry for themselves, you will be a hot mom and nobody will stop you.

Baby weight?  I plan on leaving the hospital in my pre-pregnancy jeans!  See hot mom comment above.

My child will sleep through the night from birth, again, only babies with parents who don't care wake up all the time.

My husband will love getting up with the baby at night to feed him or her, he says he will, he says he really will do it.  It will be their time to bond.   It will be super duper.

If you are planning on staying home you are already thinking of how much you will accomplish, all those things that have eluded you because of work will now be done, it will be great.  Not to mention all the TV you will catch up on.

When your child enters the toddler stage he or she will never have fits in public, never.  Those kids you have seen while out and about that are crying in shopping carts or flipping out over something they can't have, again, their parents just don't care about them and they are brats.  My kid won't do this.

The nursery will look perfect all the time, exactly the way it did the moment we hung the last letter on the wall that spelled out our precious ones name.

My house will not be taken over by baby gear or toys, it just won't happen.  Little one will play in the 12x12 corner of the family room we have set aside, the toys will never leave that area.  I won't be the mom complaining that I stepped on little ones cars yet again and hurt my foot.

Diaper changes will just be breezy, people that have trouble changing a moving toddlers diaper are just morons, don't they know how to hold a kid down?

My child will always have his or her hair brushed and always leave the house in a matching outfit.  Parents who take their kids out in pajamas and crazy hair are well, CRAZY!

I will look amazing during labor and delivery.  My hair will look amazing, my makeup will look amazing and I am taking my own, very fashionable hospital gown, I will not wear that pink, floral frock with breastfeeding flaps.

Oh the baby goggles.

Everytime I see a new first time mom to be I just giggle to myself knowing that she is clueless.

What did baby goggles do to you as a first time mom to be?

Sunday, June 5, 2011

Weight Loss Watch - Month #2 Update

As most of you know I started getting serious about finally losing it after looking at this photo of myself (shown below).  It was taken March 26 and I weighed approximately 153 lbs, give or take.  This is the heaviest I've ever been, not pregnant.  A good 15 lbs heavier that I've ever been to be exact, never had I weighed this much.  I was depressed about it.  So after seeing this picture I started watching what I ate and lost around 5 lbs. over the course of a month.

Once I lost the 5 lbs I decided to try Weight Watchers and joined the program the last week in April.  I have been doing Weight Watchers for 5 weeks now and since joining I've lost 9 lbs., making my total weight loss over the course of two months 14 lbs.  I can't believe how well the new Points Plus Plan on Weight Watchers works, I never feel hungry, ever.  I've tried Weight Watchers several times since Davis was born and always failed, always.  Their old plan left me feeling starved and it just set me up for failure.  The new plan is amazing, I never feel hungry, I feel like I still eat the same things I did before, I'm just smarter about it.  I give the Points Plus Plan an A++++++++++++.  If you are looking to drop some weight, join, you will not regret it.

Here I am today, wearing the same outfit, weighing in at 139 lbs.  I could cry, I haven't been in the 130s since I was about 20 weeks pregnant with Davis.  I still would like to take off 10 lbs this summer and after that I might be done, or I might go for another 5 lbs so I can get down to my pre-pregnancy weight of 123-125 lbs.

Seriously, look at how small my thighs have gotten.  I can't beleive it.  I'm truly in awe at how well the plan has worked.

Friday, June 3, 2011

I've Still Got It

Last weekend my husband and I worked our assess off in the yard.

Weeding, planting, mulching.

It was 90 degrees outside and very sunny.

I had sweat dripping.

Dirt everywhere.

As I am taking a break standing in the garage a Jeep full of HS boys drives by.

They honk and wave and me and say something that I think might have been, "Your Soooooooo HOT!!!"

I said to my husband, see that, I've still got it.

Then I went inside and looked at myself.

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

"I'z" Is NOT a Word!!!!!

I said a few weeks ago I wasn't selling anymore stuff on CL.

I'm at it again.

I have a loveseat and an entire 3 piece set of family room furniture to sell.

I got two emails last night.

One of which was pretty interesting.

I know that people writing using text jargon is becoming an issue.

You see it first hand on CL.

Here is an email I received last night.

i am interested in your firniture, i have the cash 2 buy it, but i'z don't have a truck 2 pick it up

Let me point out the problems in this email.  First of all, it isn't even a proper sentance, not that I'm the grammer police or anything, I'm sure I incorrectly spell things or use improper puncuation sometimes.  I do know that you should at least capitalize the the word "I" and I know how to spell the word "furniture", "firniture", really???  Also, please stop using the number "2" instead of the word "to" or "too", unless your are texting someone it shouldn't be used that way.    And my personal favorite here is the use of "I'z".   WHAT THE FUCK????  "I'z" isn't even a word.  This chick has obviously been reading this a little too much.

More than likely since she doesn't have a truck, she is probably going to ask me if we can deliver it to lot #35 in the trailer park, right after she asks me to come down to $200 on the set I'm asking $350 for.


Have a Gr8 Day, I'z know that I will'z.