1. I like the smell of odd things: gasoline, shoes stores, the mall, etc.
2. Confrontation makes me very anxious.
3. I read in the bath tub and while I eat (not at the table though, only when at work or if I get to eat on the couch which brings me to number 4).
4. I love eating on the couch.
5. I love to go out to eat.
6. Ok, I just love to eat.
7. I will never turn down a cookie. I don't think it's humanly possible for me.
8.I love to have my nails painted. I feel fancy and can't stop looking at them.
9. I hate my skin.
10. I hate liars, people who are passive-aggressive and people who stand too close to me in lines.
11. I used to hate coffee and now do not know how I ever lived without it.
12. I also do not know how I lived without my tongue scraper for after I brush my teeth. If you don't have one, I suggest, no I demand, you go to Target NOW.
13. I want to make out with the man or woman who came up with epidurals during labor.
14. I love the soap opera, ahem, Daytime Drama General Hospital.
15. I will whoop your ass at Wii bowling.
16. I am highly insecure and care way too much about what other people think.
17. I am a fabulous dancer. Especially while drinking.
18. Speaking of drinking, I am a light-weight-can't-hold-my liquor-for-shit-girl. Plus? I am cheap date!
19. I love my family and friends fiercely. I may hate confrontation but if you fuck with them...just don't.
20. If I could stand blood and all that other icky stuff and was good at math and science, I'd be a labor and delivery nurse.
21. I am deathly afraid of the Ferris Wheel.
22. I get carsick.
23. I can't stand touching cotton. It makes my teeth itch.
24. I loved being pregnant.
25. I married the best guy in the whole world and we have been together since I was 15. It will be 12 years in November. Holy shit.
Friday, May 20, 2011
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Stupid Brain!
Is it just me or am I the only one who can never seem to think of things to blog about unless it's 2 o'clock in the morning? One second I am asleep and the next second, I'm thinking about shit, which leads to other shit and then I'm writing my blog in my head.
(Side Note: I am so random. I am known to be thinking of something and just start talking mid-thought to the frustration and amusement of my husband. My line of thinking is very long and it can often take awhile to explain how/why my thoughts came about. Ooooo, that could be a blog post!).
I cannot tell you how many funny/brilliant/thoughtful (in my humble opinion, seeing as how I'm like, the only person who reads this thing) posts I have thought up and pretty much mentally wrote in the middle of the freaking night. But when I get up? Gone. So gone that I can't even remember the topic I was thinking of to write about. It drives me cra-zay.
I like blogging. I like writing in general. It's a great outlet. Except when you can't remember what you wanted to get out. Then you sit and stare at the computer while your ass goes numb and somehow you just ate the whole box of pop tarts. And still, no words get typed.
So lucky you, if there is a you, you got to read this poor excuse for a post because it's all I've got.
You're welcome.
(Side Note: I am so random. I am known to be thinking of something and just start talking mid-thought to the frustration and amusement of my husband. My line of thinking is very long and it can often take awhile to explain how/why my thoughts came about. Ooooo, that could be a blog post!).
I cannot tell you how many funny/brilliant/thoughtful (in my humble opinion, seeing as how I'm like, the only person who reads this thing) posts I have thought up and pretty much mentally wrote in the middle of the freaking night. But when I get up? Gone. So gone that I can't even remember the topic I was thinking of to write about. It drives me cra-zay.
I like blogging. I like writing in general. It's a great outlet. Except when you can't remember what you wanted to get out. Then you sit and stare at the computer while your ass goes numb and somehow you just ate the whole box of pop tarts. And still, no words get typed.
So lucky you, if there is a you, you got to read this poor excuse for a post because it's all I've got.
You're welcome.
Friday, May 13, 2011
The Top 5 Things I Like to do Since I Became "Mom."
1. Drive in the car alone. In complete silence.
2. Sit at home on the couch alone. In complete silence.
3. Go to the bathroom alone. In complete silence.
4. Do my hair, make-up and/or brush my teeth alone. In complete silence.
5. Go to Target alone. In complete silence.
I'm sensing a theme here, no?
It's amazing how going pee all by myself without someone trying to wipe my "tutu" can make me so damn happy.
Note: I LOVE my kid and LOVE spending time with her. Mama needs her time too. I'm just sayin.
2. Sit at home on the couch alone. In complete silence.
3. Go to the bathroom alone. In complete silence.
4. Do my hair, make-up and/or brush my teeth alone. In complete silence.
5. Go to Target alone. In complete silence.
I'm sensing a theme here, no?
It's amazing how going pee all by myself without someone trying to wipe my "tutu" can make me so damn happy.
Note: I LOVE my kid and LOVE spending time with her. Mama needs her time too. I'm just sayin.
Monday, May 2, 2011
The Big "D" and Me.
Depression. My depression. I'm sitting here staring at those words, contemplating deleting them and writing a new post about...about...I have no idea but writing about anything but that sounds way less stressful and shameful.
Yes, I feel ashamed. That's something I struggle with a lot. That's the biggest reason why it took me so damn long to reach out and get myself the help I so desperately needed. I constantly asked and criticized myself with: What on earth did you have to be depressed about? You have a great husband who is your partner in every sense of the word, a crazy, yet oh so awesome daughter, a house, food, a car, good health, great family and super friends. And still, every day I was feeling like I was treading water and every day, it was more of a struggle to keep myself afloat.
There was not and is not an exact reason for my depression. Not everyone can pinpoint why they feel the way they do. And nobody and I mean, NOBODY, wants these feelings. The feelings that they aren't good enough, that they are worthless and nobody likes them because who would? The guilt of being a bad wife, mother, friend, or other family member. Shutting yourself off, pulling away from those you love you and want to help because you just can't bear to talk to anyone. It's a vicious cycle and I let it go on for way too long.
Going to see my doctor and getting on Pristiq was one of the best things I could have done for myself. And I had to do it for myself, for my family too, but most importantly for me. I had to help myself. It took two weeks and my symptoms were fading. Telling my family and friends the truth instead of the usual "I'm fine" when they asked me what was wrong was another good thing. Making the decision that I was not going to live like that any more, knowing that I had nothing to be ashamed about and that taking care of me was not a selfish thing has made the past few months so much better and the weight on my shoulders so much lighter.
I still have my bad days. But who doesn't? What I don't have anymore, are days when I do not want to get out of bed. Days when I want to run away because I think that everyone would be better off without me around. Days when I want to hide from the world. Days when I felt so alone.
I now know that I am not the only one to have these feelings. I am not alone. I am not a bad person. And if anyone reading this has had similar feelings or the exact same feelings, you are not alone. Do what you have to do to get better. You will not regret it.
Yes, I feel ashamed. That's something I struggle with a lot. That's the biggest reason why it took me so damn long to reach out and get myself the help I so desperately needed. I constantly asked and criticized myself with: What on earth did you have to be depressed about? You have a great husband who is your partner in every sense of the word, a crazy, yet oh so awesome daughter, a house, food, a car, good health, great family and super friends. And still, every day I was feeling like I was treading water and every day, it was more of a struggle to keep myself afloat.
There was not and is not an exact reason for my depression. Not everyone can pinpoint why they feel the way they do. And nobody and I mean, NOBODY, wants these feelings. The feelings that they aren't good enough, that they are worthless and nobody likes them because who would? The guilt of being a bad wife, mother, friend, or other family member. Shutting yourself off, pulling away from those you love you and want to help because you just can't bear to talk to anyone. It's a vicious cycle and I let it go on for way too long.
Going to see my doctor and getting on Pristiq was one of the best things I could have done for myself. And I had to do it for myself, for my family too, but most importantly for me. I had to help myself. It took two weeks and my symptoms were fading. Telling my family and friends the truth instead of the usual "I'm fine" when they asked me what was wrong was another good thing. Making the decision that I was not going to live like that any more, knowing that I had nothing to be ashamed about and that taking care of me was not a selfish thing has made the past few months so much better and the weight on my shoulders so much lighter.
I still have my bad days. But who doesn't? What I don't have anymore, are days when I do not want to get out of bed. Days when I want to run away because I think that everyone would be better off without me around. Days when I want to hide from the world. Days when I felt so alone.
I now know that I am not the only one to have these feelings. I am not alone. I am not a bad person. And if anyone reading this has had similar feelings or the exact same feelings, you are not alone. Do what you have to do to get better. You will not regret it.
Monday, April 25, 2011
Old people are up way too mother fuckin early...so was I
What the fuck was I thinking this morning? I jumped outta bed at 4:59 A.M. to go to the GYM before work.
Seriously, I thought I would be like, the only person at the gym this morning because it was really, really early and who else but me is an evil genius to be at the gym before any else? I'll tell you who: OLD PEOPLE. And they were all in my way.
Clearly the patience motherhood was supposed to gift me hasn't come into fruition yet because I had visions of pushing old people out of the way, down stairs and what not as I tried to make my way upstairs to the cardio equipment so I could get this damn workout over and done with before I got lazy and decided to go McDonald's and get an egg mcmuffin instead. It was a close call.
Anyways. I chugged my way dutifully through an hour of cardio and only thought I was going to die or throw up three times. Yay me! It's been a few weeks since I exercised but it felt like a few months. All that sitting on my ass and enjoying candy and pizza really didn't help me as much as I thought it would. But it sure was delicious. And relaxing. And now some of my clothes don't fit.
How does that happen so fast? I was going to the damn gym for 2 months, 3-4 times a week and eating pretty good; no weight lost. I wasn't trying to lose weight, just tone up but I'm not gonna lie, a few vanity pounds dropped would've been super nice and confidence boosting. I stop going to the gym and eat bad, well not bad, just not as well as I had been eating and I gain weight.
Back to the grind and back to normal work out times. Like 4pm when all the senior citizens are at Long John Silvers for dinner.
Seriously, I thought I would be like, the only person at the gym this morning because it was really, really early and who else but me is an evil genius to be at the gym before any else? I'll tell you who: OLD PEOPLE. And they were all in my way.
Clearly the patience motherhood was supposed to gift me hasn't come into fruition yet because I had visions of pushing old people out of the way, down stairs and what not as I tried to make my way upstairs to the cardio equipment so I could get this damn workout over and done with before I got lazy and decided to go McDonald's and get an egg mcmuffin instead. It was a close call.
Anyways. I chugged my way dutifully through an hour of cardio and only thought I was going to die or throw up three times. Yay me! It's been a few weeks since I exercised but it felt like a few months. All that sitting on my ass and enjoying candy and pizza really didn't help me as much as I thought it would. But it sure was delicious. And relaxing. And now some of my clothes don't fit.
How does that happen so fast? I was going to the damn gym for 2 months, 3-4 times a week and eating pretty good; no weight lost. I wasn't trying to lose weight, just tone up but I'm not gonna lie, a few vanity pounds dropped would've been super nice and confidence boosting. I stop going to the gym and eat bad, well not bad, just not as well as I had been eating and I gain weight.
Back to the grind and back to normal work out times. Like 4pm when all the senior citizens are at Long John Silvers for dinner.
Friday, April 22, 2011
People let me tell you about my best friend(s).
I have the best friends. Wait. You think that YOU have the best friends? Nope. Sorry. That title belongs to my friends and my friends alone.
These bitches (a term of endearment for those of you not in the know) are more than just friends. More than just besties. These girls are my sisters-from-other-misters. I know that I can count on them for anything. We laugh together, we cry together, we go crazy (both the good and the bad ways) together, we are just together. Knowing that I have women (oh god, we are women aren't we?) like them in my life makes the hard times less hard and the fun times even more fun.
They are fiercely loyal and hilariously funny. They are freaking gorgeous and so very smart. They are loud, crazy, outspoken and insanely generous. They don't do drama and the bullshit games. They are honest and I swear it seems, fearless. They are some of the best people I have ever known. And they are mine.
There aren't enough words in the english language or any other language for that matter, to describe the love I have for them. They have helped me hold my shit together more times than I can count. Loving me and never judging me.
It's harder these days to get together as much as we'd like. Life has a way of getting in the way. But they are always in my thoughts and in my heart.
Without them...I don't even want to think about it.
I'm a lucky, lucky, girl...ok, woman.
These bitches (a term of endearment for those of you not in the know) are more than just friends. More than just besties. These girls are my sisters-from-other-misters. I know that I can count on them for anything. We laugh together, we cry together, we go crazy (both the good and the bad ways) together, we are just together. Knowing that I have women (oh god, we are women aren't we?) like them in my life makes the hard times less hard and the fun times even more fun.
They are fiercely loyal and hilariously funny. They are freaking gorgeous and so very smart. They are loud, crazy, outspoken and insanely generous. They don't do drama and the bullshit games. They are honest and I swear it seems, fearless. They are some of the best people I have ever known. And they are mine.
There aren't enough words in the english language or any other language for that matter, to describe the love I have for them. They have helped me hold my shit together more times than I can count. Loving me and never judging me.
It's harder these days to get together as much as we'd like. Life has a way of getting in the way. But they are always in my thoughts and in my heart.
Without them...I don't even want to think about it.
I'm a lucky, lucky, girl...ok, woman.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Miss Boo and the Terrible Two's.
Little girls. There isn't anything sweeter...or insane. I love my daughter more then life itself. Period. There isn't a but coming with that sentence. That said, my daughter also has the ability to make me want to stab myself in the neck with whatever is closest (barbie shoe, plastic vegetables, oooo a marker! etc).
She has the inate ability to change emotions at the drop of a hat. Cracked-out Britney Spears ain't got nothin on my kid. One second everything is peachy keen and the next there is t-rex like shrieking, body bucking, and oh-my-god who is killing that child pandimonium. All because I won't draw her a purple flower right that moment or she can't get her shoe off (or on) or we have to leave a friend's house. I, like an idiot, try to reason with the crazy person in midst of the tantrum. It doesn't work. Then I yell. It doesn't work. Nothing seems to work and at times, I feel like the worst parent ever.
She's 2 and half. She has a vocabulary like you wouldn't believe and is very smart (if I do say so myself) but I have to remember that emotionally she is 2 and half. This is what they do. Patience is the name of the game and sometimes it is in short supply.
She is my sunshine though. A person who has my heart in her hands always and can make me smile with all the funny things she says and does. The "I love you mamas" and the snuggles and kisses just because. She lights up when I walk into the room and throws her arms around me while yelling how much she missed me. It's indescribable to put into words how good that makes you feel.
Being a parent is hard. Being a parent to a toddler is hard. But it is worth it. Even if I am getting many lines and gray hairs in the process.
She's crazy and she's all mine. And I am thankful.
P.S. Someone told me that age 3 is WORSE THEN AGE 2. Where is that marker?!
She has the inate ability to change emotions at the drop of a hat. Cracked-out Britney Spears ain't got nothin on my kid. One second everything is peachy keen and the next there is t-rex like shrieking, body bucking, and oh-my-god who is killing that child pandimonium. All because I won't draw her a purple flower right that moment or she can't get her shoe off (or on) or we have to leave a friend's house. I, like an idiot, try to reason with the crazy person in midst of the tantrum. It doesn't work. Then I yell. It doesn't work. Nothing seems to work and at times, I feel like the worst parent ever.
She's 2 and half. She has a vocabulary like you wouldn't believe and is very smart (if I do say so myself) but I have to remember that emotionally she is 2 and half. This is what they do. Patience is the name of the game and sometimes it is in short supply.
She is my sunshine though. A person who has my heart in her hands always and can make me smile with all the funny things she says and does. The "I love you mamas" and the snuggles and kisses just because. She lights up when I walk into the room and throws her arms around me while yelling how much she missed me. It's indescribable to put into words how good that makes you feel.
Being a parent is hard. Being a parent to a toddler is hard. But it is worth it. Even if I am getting many lines and gray hairs in the process.
She's crazy and she's all mine. And I am thankful.
P.S. Someone told me that age 3 is WORSE THEN AGE 2. Where is that marker?!
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
The past week
Whatta week. Whatta-afreakin-week. First the good:The weekend was great! We got to see some friends we hadn't seen in a really long time and celebrate a 3rd birthday. It was nice to hang out, chat and eat some deliccious treats while watching the kids run all over the place. Sunday I wasn't feeling well, so joe took Belles to another birthday party while I stayed home and rested. It's nice to be alone even when you don't feel good.
Now the bad: Car accident(my new car and totally my fault), wisdom teeth (Joe's, poor guy), and an urgent care visit (Bella-Boo's arm, she's totally fine). The last two happened the same day and the first happened last Thursday but came to an end on the same day as the other two, a day known as Monday but to me, that day was known as please-be-fucking-over-day. The accident could have been a lot worse so I am grateful for that (and for insurance, car, dental, and health even if they don't cover 100% of the cost at least they cover some, so yay!).
More good: Thankfully, yesterday was MUCH better and Joe (not completely up to par but not feeling as bad as the night before) and I took Belles to her first movie. I'm not gonna lie, I was worried about how she would do but we planned it pretty well if I do say so myself. We took her at 11:45 am on a Tuesday to the discount theater in Temecula to see Tangled. It's not a new movie, it's a kids movie and it was in the morning on a weekday. Oh. And we had treats. Lots of treats. She did amazing! She didn't want to leave and we had to promise her that we would come back soon, which we absolutely will.
Just stuff:School's almost over (this week is our late ass spring break) and I have so much to do. I am such a procrastinator so when an instructor says "Oh, you have until the last day of class to turn in all these assignments," my brain responds with "sweet, no homework til May 17th!" ::Sigh:: One day, I will grow up. I hope. Maybe. Ok, probably not but it sounded really good.
Now the bad: Car accident(my new car and totally my fault), wisdom teeth (Joe's, poor guy), and an urgent care visit (Bella-Boo's arm, she's totally fine). The last two happened the same day and the first happened last Thursday but came to an end on the same day as the other two, a day known as Monday but to me, that day was known as please-be-fucking-over-day. The accident could have been a lot worse so I am grateful for that (and for insurance, car, dental, and health even if they don't cover 100% of the cost at least they cover some, so yay!).
More good: Thankfully, yesterday was MUCH better and Joe (not completely up to par but not feeling as bad as the night before) and I took Belles to her first movie. I'm not gonna lie, I was worried about how she would do but we planned it pretty well if I do say so myself. We took her at 11:45 am on a Tuesday to the discount theater in Temecula to see Tangled. It's not a new movie, it's a kids movie and it was in the morning on a weekday. Oh. And we had treats. Lots of treats. She did amazing! She didn't want to leave and we had to promise her that we would come back soon, which we absolutely will.
Just stuff:School's almost over (this week is our late ass spring break) and I have so much to do. I am such a procrastinator so when an instructor says "Oh, you have until the last day of class to turn in all these assignments," my brain responds with "sweet, no homework til May 17th!" ::Sigh:: One day, I will grow up. I hope. Maybe. Ok, probably not but it sounded really good.
Friday, April 15, 2011
Fighting with Myself
Sometimes, when I'm feeling my worst, I feel really alone. Even when I am surrounded by people or my phone is going off with texts or calls (that I can't bring myself to answer), I still feel like I have no one. It's a horrible feeling, one I wish would fuck off. I have a lot of feeling lately that I wish would fuck off. Feeling that no one likes me. Feeling like I'm worthless which brings it back to no one liking me because who would like/love someone like me? I am at war with myself and somedays I am winning. Other days, I lose. It's frustrating to be in my head on these days. Because fighting yourself is a hard, uphill, seemingly impossible battle. But I am fighting. And I won't stop.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
A New Day
"Last post October 2, 2009." Whoa. There's almost as much dust on this thing as there is on my window sills...almost. I quit writing simply because I felt I was too boring, I had nothing that anyone would want to read, so I gave up. Story of my mother effin' life. I am the ultimate giver-upper, if it was a sport, I'd be a gold medalist. I'm not bragging, I know this isn't a good thing, just stating the facts. This is my problem, well one of my problems at least. Also, I am a very insecure person who worries what everyone else thinks about me, the things I say, the things I don't say, the things I do, and the things I don't do. I don't love myself the way I should. I don't embrace myself and my good qualities like I should. I constantly focus on what I think is wrong and it becomes an obssession. So not good right? I decided that I'm going to write for me. Because I have always loved to write and I think that I need this right now. A place to get my feelings out, to work through them. So what if no one reads this? So what if someone does and rolls their eyes like, biatch what do you have to complain about or why are you writing about this or that? It won't always be about what's wrong but what's so right with my life. The things and people I have, that I am so grateful and lucky to have in my life. I'm currently working on fixing myself. This past year or so (especially the past few months) I have struggled with my "issues" and it has affected activities and relationships with those I love. To them I offer a heartfelt and sincere apology with a plea to not give up on me. I know that I am probably very frustrating right now and dealing with me while dealing with their own lives may seem like too much so I also say thank you. Thank you for being there for me and most of all, thank you from the bottom of my heart for loving me all the times that I have not been able to love myself. xoxoxo
Friday, October 2, 2009
Piss Off Mother Nature
Breasts.Boobies. Titties. Chee-Chees. The girls. Tommy and Chuckie as one weird girl on my HS cheer squad called em. I always wanted some. Except when it was bra buying day and I made my Nana carry the bag around the mall because I just knew people would know I had a bra in there and that made me really embarrassed for some reason. (side note: I did the same thing when I started my period. I didn't buy my own "supplies" til I was out of high school).
I was a nearly A (that's right, NEARLY A) when I was 13, an A cup when I was a freshman and then sophomore year I made it to a B cup. I happily announced that to anyone who happened to say hello to me. It was a big deal! I had boobs! Sorta. I stayed a steady 34 B til I got pregnant when I was 23. I was so excited! Yeah the baby was great news but I was almost equally as stoked for the awesome boobs I envisioned myself with! Sorry kid. ;)
I was 14 weeks along when my little sister looked up as I was changing my shirt for our trip to the mall and said, "You need a new bra."
Me: "I do?" I was surprised. I honestly didn't feel like I had grown enough to need a new bra. I was only 14 weeks.
Sister: "Your boobs are about to fall out of your bra!"
Me: "Ok, let's make a stop at VS when we get to the mall and I'll get measured."
Off we went to the mall and low and behold the VS sales lady measured me and announced "36 D."
My jaw hit the floor. 36D?! I thought I'd have to get a boob job to get those size boobies! I did a victory dance right then and there and called my hubby to report the joyous news: I had boobs! Big ones too! My sis even bought me a new bra. She's awesome like that.
I reveled in my new additions. Low cut tops? Check. Push up bra? Check. Bending over so anyone could get an eyeful, wanted or not? Double check!
After delivery was even better. Milk boobs. And after my stomach went down(still fat but not preggo) they looked even bigger. I breastfed for 3 1/2 months before my milk dried up and not only did I feel bad for not being able to feed my kid the nutriousness that is breast milk, I wasn't ready to go back to little boobs. So I bought a 36 C bra and wore that for awhile as my boobs started to shrink. Then that bra no longer fit but my old bras didn't fit either (hello post-pregnancy back fat!) so I just wore that one til my husband told me "I can see down to your belly button, the gap between your bra and your boob is so big." Jerk. But he was a correct jerk. On went the 34 B, a lil tight in the back but fit in the front. I just wore (ok wear) a stretchy spaghetti strap tank top under any non-flowy top to help disguise the roll.
My daughter is 14 months old and a month ago I came out in a tank top sans bra and my aunt was sitting on the couch. She looked up and exclaimed, "You really DON'T have any boobs!"
Me: crosses arms over non-existent chest, "Gee, thanks."
Family. Always there to knock ya down a peg.
Then, like two weeks ago, I noticed a gap in my bra. Are. you. freaking. kidding. me??????? Goddamn you Mother Nature! You're a thief! You're not supposed to take what little I had to begin with! It's not right! It's not fair!!
::throws herself on the floor and cries::
Anywho, the moral of the story is: Mother Nature is a shiesty bitch. You can tell her I said that.
I was a nearly A (that's right, NEARLY A) when I was 13, an A cup when I was a freshman and then sophomore year I made it to a B cup. I happily announced that to anyone who happened to say hello to me. It was a big deal! I had boobs! Sorta. I stayed a steady 34 B til I got pregnant when I was 23. I was so excited! Yeah the baby was great news but I was almost equally as stoked for the awesome boobs I envisioned myself with! Sorry kid. ;)
I was 14 weeks along when my little sister looked up as I was changing my shirt for our trip to the mall and said, "You need a new bra."
Me: "I do?" I was surprised. I honestly didn't feel like I had grown enough to need a new bra. I was only 14 weeks.
Sister: "Your boobs are about to fall out of your bra!"
Me: "Ok, let's make a stop at VS when we get to the mall and I'll get measured."
Off we went to the mall and low and behold the VS sales lady measured me and announced "36 D."
My jaw hit the floor. 36D?! I thought I'd have to get a boob job to get those size boobies! I did a victory dance right then and there and called my hubby to report the joyous news: I had boobs! Big ones too! My sis even bought me a new bra. She's awesome like that.
I reveled in my new additions. Low cut tops? Check. Push up bra? Check. Bending over so anyone could get an eyeful, wanted or not? Double check!
After delivery was even better. Milk boobs. And after my stomach went down(still fat but not preggo) they looked even bigger. I breastfed for 3 1/2 months before my milk dried up and not only did I feel bad for not being able to feed my kid the nutriousness that is breast milk, I wasn't ready to go back to little boobs. So I bought a 36 C bra and wore that for awhile as my boobs started to shrink. Then that bra no longer fit but my old bras didn't fit either (hello post-pregnancy back fat!) so I just wore that one til my husband told me "I can see down to your belly button, the gap between your bra and your boob is so big." Jerk. But he was a correct jerk. On went the 34 B, a lil tight in the back but fit in the front. I just wore (ok wear) a stretchy spaghetti strap tank top under any non-flowy top to help disguise the roll.
My daughter is 14 months old and a month ago I came out in a tank top sans bra and my aunt was sitting on the couch. She looked up and exclaimed, "You really DON'T have any boobs!"
Me: crosses arms over non-existent chest, "Gee, thanks."
Family. Always there to knock ya down a peg.
Then, like two weeks ago, I noticed a gap in my bra. Are. you. freaking. kidding. me??????? Goddamn you Mother Nature! You're a thief! You're not supposed to take what little I had to begin with! It's not right! It's not fair!!
::throws herself on the floor and cries::
Anywho, the moral of the story is: Mother Nature is a shiesty bitch. You can tell her I said that.
Monday, September 28, 2009
Loss
I can't get this out of my head so I decided to write about it and am hoping I make no mistakes in the telling of this devastating loss.
One of my best friend's lost a friend yesterday under very tragic circumstances. All death is sad but this one hits a bit harder than most. You see, her friend Jewelyn and her husband Phillip went in to have their baby girl Gabrielle and this happy and excited time turned into a situation that you think only happens in movies, books, or tv...not to your friend. She needed an emergency C-section due to a drop in her own heart rate and at that time she suffered an amniotic embolism and disseminated intravascular coagulation (DIC) and lost all brain activity. Her husband had an agonizing decision to make. At 11:30 am Sunday September 27th, 2009 they shut off life support and she passed away. I believe she never laid eyes on her daughter. Gabrielle (I hear) is at UCLA where she was transferred after delivery and is doing well. Thank god for that.
I have never met this woman. I have only heard her name mentioned or seen it on Bestie Jenn's Facebook page. A comment on a status, a retelling of something said on their board on the nest, is all I knew of her, til yesterday. I've seen pictures, read stories, heard stories all about this wonderful woman and how this world is less bright without her in it. It makes me cry and makes my heart ache to know that her daughter will never met her mother and that her husband has to know the joy of having a child born and the anguish of losing his soul mate all in the same day. Two events that should not be linked. It's very similar to my friend Matt's situation (www.mattlogelin.com) who lost his wife 27 hours after the birth of his little girl Madeline.
Why the fuck does this happen? It makes NO sense. I know it could drive a person crazy trying to figure out the answer to that but I can't help it. So many things happen in this world that I just don't understand. Things that I wish so badly I could fix. But I can't and that's a horrible feeling. What I CAN do, is get with the amazing women who are already working on how to make this terrible, painful time a smidge better/easier for this family. And I will. You can help too...even if you can't donate money, please say a prayer, send some love their way (I can get the p.o. box if you want it) it's all good.
Also, as cheesy as this sounds, don't take life or the people you love for granted and know that tomorrow is never guaranteed.
One of my best friend's lost a friend yesterday under very tragic circumstances. All death is sad but this one hits a bit harder than most. You see, her friend Jewelyn and her husband Phillip went in to have their baby girl Gabrielle and this happy and excited time turned into a situation that you think only happens in movies, books, or tv...not to your friend. She needed an emergency C-section due to a drop in her own heart rate and at that time she suffered an amniotic embolism and disseminated intravascular coagulation (DIC) and lost all brain activity. Her husband had an agonizing decision to make. At 11:30 am Sunday September 27th, 2009 they shut off life support and she passed away. I believe she never laid eyes on her daughter. Gabrielle (I hear) is at UCLA where she was transferred after delivery and is doing well. Thank god for that.
I have never met this woman. I have only heard her name mentioned or seen it on Bestie Jenn's Facebook page. A comment on a status, a retelling of something said on their board on the nest, is all I knew of her, til yesterday. I've seen pictures, read stories, heard stories all about this wonderful woman and how this world is less bright without her in it. It makes me cry and makes my heart ache to know that her daughter will never met her mother and that her husband has to know the joy of having a child born and the anguish of losing his soul mate all in the same day. Two events that should not be linked. It's very similar to my friend Matt's situation (www.mattlogelin.com) who lost his wife 27 hours after the birth of his little girl Madeline.
Why the fuck does this happen? It makes NO sense. I know it could drive a person crazy trying to figure out the answer to that but I can't help it. So many things happen in this world that I just don't understand. Things that I wish so badly I could fix. But I can't and that's a horrible feeling. What I CAN do, is get with the amazing women who are already working on how to make this terrible, painful time a smidge better/easier for this family. And I will. You can help too...even if you can't donate money, please say a prayer, send some love their way (I can get the p.o. box if you want it) it's all good.
Also, as cheesy as this sounds, don't take life or the people you love for granted and know that tomorrow is never guaranteed.
Friday, September 25, 2009
R.I.P. Best Flip Flop Ever
So if you follow me on Facebook, you already know about the demise of my favorite pair of flippy flops, but I decided that since they were so awesome and since I can't seem to post regularly, I'd write about it more in depth here. No one said that all my posts would be interesting to anyone but me. :)
Ahem. Said Flip-flop was indeed the best flip-flop a girl could ask for. Always there to complete my outfit with style and comfort. I bought them in 2003...yes, you aren't seeing things, 2003. No one can say that I didn't get my money's worth outta those babies. I tried to get out of buying them by "borrowing" my little sister's best friend's pair but alas, she wanted hers back so I had to purchase a pair of my very own. And from that day on, we were inseparable. We had many adventures, went to many places, had a lot of good times. ::sigh::
A few months ago, I noticed part of the shoe by my heel getting thinner and thinner. A hole was on it's way. But that didn't stop my little sandal, no sirree bob. It kept going strong even as I could feel the hot asphalt through the shoe and a friend's husband asked me if I was a "hobo." Pssshhh, hater. My shoe was a trooper!
Sadly, Wednesday September 23, 2009 my shoe lost it's fight with the dreaded hole. You will be missed. I can only hope to find a replacement as fabulous as you. ::sniff::
Sometime 2003-September 23, 2009
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Dear Bella
Dear Bella,
I was inspired today by Heather (thespohrsaremulitplying.com) to write you a letter. I have thought about and intended to do it countless other times but after reading Heather's letter, I made myself sit down and do it.
Finding out I was pregnant with you was the most exhilarating and terrifying day of my life (before birthing you out and then realizing that it was mine and your father's sole responsibility to keep you alive and teach you to be a wonderful human being, but I digress). We had been TTC for four months to no avail when I finally got TWO fabulous pink lines after I peed on that little stick. You weren't a surprise but it was still scary. It was real, it was happening: I was going to have a baby!
You were a pretty good lil fetus, I must say. Only once did I throw up even though I felt like I was for most if the day but it wasn't too horrible. I enjoyed being pregnant. Eating whatever I wanted, no sucking in my stomach and feeling/then seeing you move around in there was amazing. That day in February when we found out you were a girl...the happiness is indescribable. We went shopping right after the appointment and bought your bedding, some room decor and of course, clothes and a fab pair of leopard print mary janes. We named you that day too, after months of arguing, your daddy really did like Isabella Marie but enjoyed fighting with me too much to say so. :/
The pregnancy progressed and it got time for you to arrive. You decided to fashionably late by 2 days and after being induced, you were born and I was exhausted yet over the moon to finally see your little face. You were/are the most beautiful baby I have ever seen (I'm not biased or anything lol) and immediately I fell more in love with you then I ever thought possible.
This past year has been crazy for your daddy and I but having you has made all those things seem so insignificant. How can I look at you and not smile? Unless you are doing that dinosaur-like scream as you roll around on the floor...ok, even that makes me laugh at first. You have taught me so much. I'm finding my inner child again as I get down to play and giggle with you. I see you in awe of things that I have come to not even notice anymore and it brings me back, makes me slow down and truly appreciate the little things in life.
Now it's not always easy being a mother and I know that patience is a virtue that you are still working on with me. But for you, I want to be the best mother I can. To give you the love I had as a child and more. To give you anything your heart desires and to show you that you can do anything you set your mind too, you are that awesome.
I'm in awe of this person growing right in front of my eyes. Every day you learn new things and it's with delight and pride that I watch you practice your new skills. I could watch you for hours. You are becoming more and more independent and I can't believe how big you are! You aren't an infant anymore, you are a toddler. My eyes well up when I think of how fast this year went but I know that I enjoyed it all and would do it again in a heartbeat.
I'm going to end this now even though I could go on all day about how great you are and how much I love you.
Bella Boo, you made me a mom. Thank you. I love you with my whole heart and then some baby girl.
xoxoxoxo,
Mommy
I was inspired today by Heather (thespohrsaremulitplying.com) to write you a letter. I have thought about and intended to do it countless other times but after reading Heather's letter, I made myself sit down and do it.
Finding out I was pregnant with you was the most exhilarating and terrifying day of my life (before birthing you out and then realizing that it was mine and your father's sole responsibility to keep you alive and teach you to be a wonderful human being, but I digress). We had been TTC for four months to no avail when I finally got TWO fabulous pink lines after I peed on that little stick. You weren't a surprise but it was still scary. It was real, it was happening: I was going to have a baby!
You were a pretty good lil fetus, I must say. Only once did I throw up even though I felt like I was for most if the day but it wasn't too horrible. I enjoyed being pregnant. Eating whatever I wanted, no sucking in my stomach and feeling/then seeing you move around in there was amazing. That day in February when we found out you were a girl...the happiness is indescribable. We went shopping right after the appointment and bought your bedding, some room decor and of course, clothes and a fab pair of leopard print mary janes. We named you that day too, after months of arguing, your daddy really did like Isabella Marie but enjoyed fighting with me too much to say so. :/
The pregnancy progressed and it got time for you to arrive. You decided to fashionably late by 2 days and after being induced, you were born and I was exhausted yet over the moon to finally see your little face. You were/are the most beautiful baby I have ever seen (I'm not biased or anything lol) and immediately I fell more in love with you then I ever thought possible.
This past year has been crazy for your daddy and I but having you has made all those things seem so insignificant. How can I look at you and not smile? Unless you are doing that dinosaur-like scream as you roll around on the floor...ok, even that makes me laugh at first. You have taught me so much. I'm finding my inner child again as I get down to play and giggle with you. I see you in awe of things that I have come to not even notice anymore and it brings me back, makes me slow down and truly appreciate the little things in life.
Now it's not always easy being a mother and I know that patience is a virtue that you are still working on with me. But for you, I want to be the best mother I can. To give you the love I had as a child and more. To give you anything your heart desires and to show you that you can do anything you set your mind too, you are that awesome.
I'm in awe of this person growing right in front of my eyes. Every day you learn new things and it's with delight and pride that I watch you practice your new skills. I could watch you for hours. You are becoming more and more independent and I can't believe how big you are! You aren't an infant anymore, you are a toddler. My eyes well up when I think of how fast this year went but I know that I enjoyed it all and would do it again in a heartbeat.
I'm going to end this now even though I could go on all day about how great you are and how much I love you.
Bella Boo, you made me a mom. Thank you. I love you with my whole heart and then some baby girl.
xoxoxoxo,
Mommy
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Bella turns 1....this post in SUPER late
As you can see, not only am I a slacker, I am lazy. Just pics, no real post. :) Bella had a great time at her birthday extravaganza. She jumped, swam, played with her buddies, ate tacos and had cake for the very first time. Her ladybug cake made her look like a zombie who just got done feasting on some brains but whatever. She got many wonderful gifts and celebrated her day with some fabulous people. I still can't believe she's one. ::sighs::
Monday, July 6, 2009
A year and a few days ago
I planned to write this on Saturday, July 4, 2009 but I didn't have a chance so today wins.
One year ago from said Saturday, this is what I was doing:
Getting my maternity pictures done by the fabulous Bestie Jenn (http://www.littlefishphotography.blogspot.com/). It wasn't typical 4th of July doings but who cares? I was so excited to have these done, something to show my daughter when she got older. Look how happy your mommy and daddy were to be having you and how excited they were to meet you! We were doing the baby countdown. I was 38 1/2 weeks pregnant, hoping, ok sometimes praying, to go into labor. I loved being pregnant 98% of the time but by this point in time I was huge, Bella was moving internal organs, and it was so, so hot. I was ready. Bestie Jenn showed up and we had a great time. No fuss, no muss just enjoyed the morning, getting our picture taken. She got so many great shots, it was hard to believe this was her first maternity shoot.
She had some great ideas and also let me get creative too. She was even kind enough to lend me her sunglasses.
One year ago from said Saturday, this is what I was doing:
Getting my maternity pictures done by the fabulous Bestie Jenn (http://www.littlefishphotography.blogspot.com/). It wasn't typical 4th of July doings but who cares? I was so excited to have these done, something to show my daughter when she got older. Look how happy your mommy and daddy were to be having you and how excited they were to meet you! We were doing the baby countdown. I was 38 1/2 weeks pregnant, hoping, ok sometimes praying, to go into labor. I loved being pregnant 98% of the time but by this point in time I was huge, Bella was moving internal organs, and it was so, so hot. I was ready. Bestie Jenn showed up and we had a great time. No fuss, no muss just enjoyed the morning, getting our picture taken. She got so many great shots, it was hard to believe this was her first maternity shoot.She had some great ideas and also let me get creative too. She was even kind enough to lend me her sunglasses.
Afterwards, we went and had some lunch at our favorite lil mexican joint. It was a fabulous day. I absolutely treasure these pictures and Bestie Jenn for taking them. Isn't she talented? Makes me wanna have another baby just to take some more. LOL Did I just say that? ;)
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Nephew!
My new, super gorgeous nephew is here! Check him out!
Deivered via c-section on Sunday June 7th, 2009 at 11:12 am, Mr. Blake Robert is 8 lbs. 1 0z of deliciousness! He is also 21 inches long, he has cute, chubby cheeks and reddish-blondie hair. Couldn't you just die? I did.
Congrats little sis, you did great! You too Bobby! I love all three of you!
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Loss
Three years ago today, my Papa. He was so kind, selfless and funny. He gave and gave even when he didn't have anything left to give. Generous and loving from his head to his toes. Anything to make the people he loved happy. He loved my Nana more then I've ever seen someone love another human being. So when she died on December 10, 2005 he couldn't live without her. He got sick two weeks later, was in the hospital one month later, in the ICU a month after that and in and out of the hospital the next few months and a final ICU stay a few days before we brought him home to die. He made himself live til after my wedding and my honeymoon and then my sister's birthday. He walked (with my father on the other arm) me down the aisle and gave me away. In May, he decided he didn't want to be in the hospital where the IV meds he was being given could only be given to him there, in the ICU. I think he thought he had more time then he really had. He came home on a Tuesday and died in his sleep around 2 am that Saturday as I slept on the couch across from his hospital bed that the home hospice people provided.
I remember being sad but I also remember being relieved. He had been in so much pain, so scared and hardly able to breathe, confined to the downstairs couch for months. He missed my Nana so much he could hardly stand it. Now they are together and that makes me smile even though I wish they were together, here, with me and my family.
I have a picture of me sitting on his lap with a book. He's wearing mickey mouse ears and I'm in footie pajamas.. I think I'm 2-3 years old. I gave it to him the Christmas right after my Nana died, the most painful Christmas I've ever experienced. That picture now sits on my daughter's book case in her room. One day I will tell her all the wonderful things about her great-grandparents and I will raise her the way they raised me. Instill in her the values and morals that they instilled in me. She will know them.
I also lost another beloved family member on this day last year: My Great-Grandma Rich, my Nana's mother. She was 93 years old and still out there with her boyfriend Milo, singing and dancing at the "old folks" home. She got sick with what they thought was pneumonia at first and then discovered it was cancer. She was hospitalized then moved to a hospice where she died a few days after me (and Bella in utero), Joe and my sister visited her. It happened so fast (within a few weeks), it stunned us all, especially Milo. They had been together for over 20 years. She was his life and it broke my heart to see him lose her. She was so funny and talented. She was very into her appearance so we had to put her makeup on when we visited her and again when she passed away. She asked us the first time and we knew she'd have it no other way after she died. I miss her very much. I brought her a 3-D ultrasound pic of Bella and she cried. She put her hand on my swollen belly and cried. She knew she wouldn't get to meet her. But Bella will know her just like her great-parents.
I try not to be sad but it's hard some days. It will just hit me that they are all gone and it takes my breath away. That I can't just drive over to see them or pick up the phone to talk to them. To know that Bella will never meet them absolutely breaks my heart. Some times I feel like I'm not whole. But I know that, one day, we'll be together again and that they are watching over us.
R.I.P Jeri (Papa) Tiley and Wilma (Great-Grandma) Rich. We miss you so very much.
I remember being sad but I also remember being relieved. He had been in so much pain, so scared and hardly able to breathe, confined to the downstairs couch for months. He missed my Nana so much he could hardly stand it. Now they are together and that makes me smile even though I wish they were together, here, with me and my family.
I have a picture of me sitting on his lap with a book. He's wearing mickey mouse ears and I'm in footie pajamas.. I think I'm 2-3 years old. I gave it to him the Christmas right after my Nana died, the most painful Christmas I've ever experienced. That picture now sits on my daughter's book case in her room. One day I will tell her all the wonderful things about her great-grandparents and I will raise her the way they raised me. Instill in her the values and morals that they instilled in me. She will know them.
I also lost another beloved family member on this day last year: My Great-Grandma Rich, my Nana's mother. She was 93 years old and still out there with her boyfriend Milo, singing and dancing at the "old folks" home. She got sick with what they thought was pneumonia at first and then discovered it was cancer. She was hospitalized then moved to a hospice where she died a few days after me (and Bella in utero), Joe and my sister visited her. It happened so fast (within a few weeks), it stunned us all, especially Milo. They had been together for over 20 years. She was his life and it broke my heart to see him lose her. She was so funny and talented. She was very into her appearance so we had to put her makeup on when we visited her and again when she passed away. She asked us the first time and we knew she'd have it no other way after she died. I miss her very much. I brought her a 3-D ultrasound pic of Bella and she cried. She put her hand on my swollen belly and cried. She knew she wouldn't get to meet her. But Bella will know her just like her great-parents.
I try not to be sad but it's hard some days. It will just hit me that they are all gone and it takes my breath away. That I can't just drive over to see them or pick up the phone to talk to them. To know that Bella will never meet them absolutely breaks my heart. Some times I feel like I'm not whole. But I know that, one day, we'll be together again and that they are watching over us.
R.I.P Jeri (Papa) Tiley and Wilma (Great-Grandma) Rich. We miss you so very much.
Trying to catch up
Ok, ok, it's official: I suck at blogging. It's been almost a month since I last posted....bad Tricia. No reason really...I've been a bit busy: I blog at work because at home I don't have the time unless Bella is sleeping and then I have to catch up on all the other things I need to do, like watch my recorded General Hospitals, ahem, I mean do laundry and clean the house. So this poor blog gets neglected and I get instant messages from my little sister harassing me about my inability to keep this thing updated. Jerk. :D
So what's been going on this past month? Why, I'd love to fill you in!
Chrissy-poo and fam were here from March 26th to May 13th. I finally got to meet Hanna-poo and Chrissy got to meet Bella. It was so awesome! Hanna is even more beautiful in person. I tried to spend as much time as possible with them. We went to the San Diego Zoo with the kids and the hubbies and had a great time. I wish they didn't have to go back but I know they will be back home for good soon and I can't wait!
Bella: Growing like a weed. She had a dr. appointment on the 12th of May and is 18.9 pounds and 29 inches tall. Good lord that child is long! Doc says that she is still a bit tall for her age and that she is super healthy. Exactly what I like to hear. Bella took her first steps on April 27th! She took them for my mother-in-law (another reason it kills me to have to go to work but those are my issues) and then delightedly repeatedly them for Joe and I. She's getting more and more confident and I think she'll be walking or running around soon. Good thing we got that baby jail! She's trying to say annie, our dog's name and has several meanings for "BA!" Her book, her bottle and her ball. But you always know which one she wants. She amazes me with how smart she is. You can ask her "Bella, where is the big, red doggie?" And she will go and get her Clifford the Big Red Dog book and thump it. Unless you're at Bestie Jenn's, then she makes you look like a liar. She has the best personality and thinks that everyone is her friend. Don't take her anywhere if you want it to be quick. She says hi to everyone. Love her. Bella also likes to bite my feet and can hardly get her mouth on my foot before she dissolves in hysterical laughter. I made the mistake of squealing in surprise the first time she did it so she tries to do it all the time. Crazy kid.
My sister had her baby shower and it went really well if I do say so myself. They are really loved by so many amazing people and were given so many great gifts. I was so happy and am so grateful to everyone. We played some games, ate yummy food and just chit chatted with friends and family, all there to celebrate my nephew's impending arrival. Speaking of that: My sis was given a date to induce, June 7th, 2009 but we're all hoping (esp. her) that he comes sooner. I can't wait to meet my nephew! Little sister also turned 23 on the 12th and got engaged! I'm so happy for her!
My little brother found out he's having a little boy and is thrilled beyond belief. Ryder Joshua is his name and I can't believe I'm going to have 2 more nephews this year! I say 2 more because two of my bestie's are having boys too!
Actually, one bestie had her baby early! Russell Gunner (Mr. Gunn as I like to call him) was born on April 29th, 2009 (the day before her and her twin sister's 25th birthday) after 4 1/2 hours of labor and 10 minutes of pushing...don't you want to punch her?? She's so having my next baby. Mama and baby are great and gorgeous. I'm anxious to meet the lil fella.
I fell off the diet wagon right after my pat myself on the back post went up but luckily I haven't gained too much of the 3 poundies back. I'm trying to jog on my days off but it's so goddamn hot that I have to do it super early or melt like the wicked witch. So my happy ass is up at 5:30 am, huffin and puffin around my neighborhood after I have spent ten minutes convincing myself to get up. I've gone twice...I need new shoes, my old ones are so not working for me anymore. But I actually enjoy myself. It's really peaceful. The sun isn't up and there aren't a lot of people driving around. It's the only way to get the belly pooch off but I really love sleep. We'll see how this goes.
My nephew baby B turned 1 on the 11th and so did Miss Kennedy! I didn't make it to her birthday party on the 9th but heard is was a nice day. Baby B had his party the same day and we all went to Chuck E Cheese. I hadn't been there in so long, that place is really expensive! After a few hours there, we went back to grandma and grandpa's for swimming, cake and presents. Bella fell out of the pool and we both cried but she was ok. Baby B had a great birthday. I can't believe he's 1 already!
Bestie Jenn's niece turned 1 on Monday, so a happy birthday shout out is in order: Happy Birthday Zoey! All these babies turning one so fast, including Bella Boo who's birthday is coming up so fast I can hardly stand it.
We went and saw Bestie Jenn and her hubby last Saturday and that was nice. They made us lunch and Jenn and I went to our favorite place, Target, and wandered around happily for an hour. It's nice to be out without a baby sometimes. Especially if I am out with someone so great. :)
Oh! I learned something very important that Saturday night: DO NOT DRINK BARTELS & JAMES WINECOOLERS!!! Some things are best left in high school. Ick.
Ok, I mostly caught up...I think. If I missed anyone or anything, I apologize....my brain was being nice letting me remember this much. xoxoxo
So what's been going on this past month? Why, I'd love to fill you in!
Chrissy-poo and fam were here from March 26th to May 13th. I finally got to meet Hanna-poo and Chrissy got to meet Bella. It was so awesome! Hanna is even more beautiful in person. I tried to spend as much time as possible with them. We went to the San Diego Zoo with the kids and the hubbies and had a great time. I wish they didn't have to go back but I know they will be back home for good soon and I can't wait!
Bella: Growing like a weed. She had a dr. appointment on the 12th of May and is 18.9 pounds and 29 inches tall. Good lord that child is long! Doc says that she is still a bit tall for her age and that she is super healthy. Exactly what I like to hear. Bella took her first steps on April 27th! She took them for my mother-in-law (another reason it kills me to have to go to work but those are my issues) and then delightedly repeatedly them for Joe and I. She's getting more and more confident and I think she'll be walking or running around soon. Good thing we got that baby jail! She's trying to say annie, our dog's name and has several meanings for "BA!" Her book, her bottle and her ball. But you always know which one she wants. She amazes me with how smart she is. You can ask her "Bella, where is the big, red doggie?" And she will go and get her Clifford the Big Red Dog book and thump it. Unless you're at Bestie Jenn's, then she makes you look like a liar. She has the best personality and thinks that everyone is her friend. Don't take her anywhere if you want it to be quick. She says hi to everyone. Love her. Bella also likes to bite my feet and can hardly get her mouth on my foot before she dissolves in hysterical laughter. I made the mistake of squealing in surprise the first time she did it so she tries to do it all the time. Crazy kid.
My sister had her baby shower and it went really well if I do say so myself. They are really loved by so many amazing people and were given so many great gifts. I was so happy and am so grateful to everyone. We played some games, ate yummy food and just chit chatted with friends and family, all there to celebrate my nephew's impending arrival. Speaking of that: My sis was given a date to induce, June 7th, 2009 but we're all hoping (esp. her) that he comes sooner. I can't wait to meet my nephew! Little sister also turned 23 on the 12th and got engaged! I'm so happy for her!
My little brother found out he's having a little boy and is thrilled beyond belief. Ryder Joshua is his name and I can't believe I'm going to have 2 more nephews this year! I say 2 more because two of my bestie's are having boys too!
Actually, one bestie had her baby early! Russell Gunner (Mr. Gunn as I like to call him) was born on April 29th, 2009 (the day before her and her twin sister's 25th birthday) after 4 1/2 hours of labor and 10 minutes of pushing...don't you want to punch her?? She's so having my next baby. Mama and baby are great and gorgeous. I'm anxious to meet the lil fella.
I fell off the diet wagon right after my pat myself on the back post went up but luckily I haven't gained too much of the 3 poundies back. I'm trying to jog on my days off but it's so goddamn hot that I have to do it super early or melt like the wicked witch. So my happy ass is up at 5:30 am, huffin and puffin around my neighborhood after I have spent ten minutes convincing myself to get up. I've gone twice...I need new shoes, my old ones are so not working for me anymore. But I actually enjoy myself. It's really peaceful. The sun isn't up and there aren't a lot of people driving around. It's the only way to get the belly pooch off but I really love sleep. We'll see how this goes.
My nephew baby B turned 1 on the 11th and so did Miss Kennedy! I didn't make it to her birthday party on the 9th but heard is was a nice day. Baby B had his party the same day and we all went to Chuck E Cheese. I hadn't been there in so long, that place is really expensive! After a few hours there, we went back to grandma and grandpa's for swimming, cake and presents. Bella fell out of the pool and we both cried but she was ok. Baby B had a great birthday. I can't believe he's 1 already!
Bestie Jenn's niece turned 1 on Monday, so a happy birthday shout out is in order: Happy Birthday Zoey! All these babies turning one so fast, including Bella Boo who's birthday is coming up so fast I can hardly stand it.
We went and saw Bestie Jenn and her hubby last Saturday and that was nice. They made us lunch and Jenn and I went to our favorite place, Target, and wandered around happily for an hour. It's nice to be out without a baby sometimes. Especially if I am out with someone so great. :)
Oh! I learned something very important that Saturday night: DO NOT DRINK BARTELS & JAMES WINECOOLERS!!! Some things are best left in high school. Ick.
Ok, I mostly caught up...I think. If I missed anyone or anything, I apologize....my brain was being nice letting me remember this much. xoxoxo
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Shopping
Yesterday Bella and I went shopping. This is not unusual. I love, love, LOVE to shop, to spend money, buying stuff rocks. What's unusual is that we went to the Moreno Valley Mall and that I bought a bathing suit that I love and feel so good in. I used to go to the Mo.Val Mall all the time when I lived in good ole Perris but after moving to Sun City and then Menifee, Temecula is so much closer and (at the time) so much nicer. Now Temecula is still super nice but I was pleasantly surprised to see that Mo.Val is comin' up. I had been there two weeks before with Chrissy-poo and fam but wasn't paying too much attention. I mean, I noticed it was nicer but I am not very observant these days. Bella and I got there before it opened so we took a quick tour while we waited. It looked really nice and had a bunch of new stores including the best mall shoe store I've seen in awhile. I'm going to be visiting there often I'm sure. Anywho, Victoria Secret finally opened and we went in to investigate the bathing suits. Now, I don't even like shopping for suits when I'm in shape so I was definitely dreading the post-baby trying on. I had been on a diet but as usual, I fell off the wagon. I didn't even attempt a two piece. Instead I opted for a one piece that covered the danger zone (middle of my tummy) but was open in the back and on the sides. Stylish and bit sexy, not frumpy old lady one piece. I grabbed a few sizes and styles and headed back to the fitting rooms, Bella in tow. Best fitting rooms I have ever been in! Big enough that Bella in her stroller could come in and I still had plenty of room and the soft lighting was fabulous! I think I will go try all my clothes on there. I tried on the first suit, so not cute and it made me not want to try on the second. But it was a different style so I made myself. It was great! In no way did I look like Adrianna Lima but I was happy and felt confident. My sister-in-law gave me a gift card that she wasn't going to use the rest of and I had a coupon for 10 bucks off so my lovely bathing suit was....drum roll please...$14.52! AND I got a free tote bag!
A cute, flattering, affordable new bathing suit and a free tote bag? Awesome.
Bella enjoyed her mall trip, getting a teething biscuit all over herself and her dress. It was gross looking and I had a hell of a time cleaning her up but it was her 9 month birthday and she was happy so whatever.
I am busy, busy getting ready for my little sister's baby shower this Saturday. I need to clean, make that scrub the dirtball I call my house, shop for a few last minute items and food and then I'll be ready. I can't wait, it's pirate themed and it's going to be super fun! Arg!
A cute, flattering, affordable new bathing suit and a free tote bag? Awesome.
Bella enjoyed her mall trip, getting a teething biscuit all over herself and her dress. It was gross looking and I had a hell of a time cleaning her up but it was her 9 month birthday and she was happy so whatever.
I am busy, busy getting ready for my little sister's baby shower this Saturday. I need to clean, make that scrub the dirtball I call my house, shop for a few last minute items and food and then I'll be ready. I can't wait, it's pirate themed and it's going to be super fun! Arg!
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