Just go with it
Some days you just have to go where the words take you, this post was going to be all about my two cohorts and I kidnapping Norman Reedus (with the Boondock Saints accent of course), Dane Cook because he is kind of hot and can be funny when he isn't being a jackhole, and perhaps Kevin James (the man may not be much to look at but he is funny as shit). Then the day went on and my brain took me other places so just go with it please.
There have been a lot of things, some important some not so much, bouncing around in my head the past several weeks. I have been feeling overwhelmed by school, even though I love it, by work (because my boss truly is the weirdest person I have ever met), and by life in general. I have been feeling inadequate in a lot of ways. Like I'm not measuring up, not to anybody else's standards, but to my own. This a long with a plethora of other things has been weighing on me. I feel itchy, you know that feeling you get when you are ready to get going but your life just isn't quite there yet. So I pace, a lot, and I feel out of sorts. I want to be through school, I want to have gotten aces in everything, I want to have a thriving business. I crave these things, but life at the moment just isn't ready for these things, perhaps because it knows I am not ready for all of those things, even though it feels as though I am. I am hoping that this "feeling" passes, and I can settle a bit. I have decided to just relax and go with it.
Something else that has not only been weighing on my brain but also my heart, is financial crap. Any single parent out there, and a good deal of non-single parentals know exactly what I mean with the financial "aww shit, how am I going to make it to payday". Well friends I'm NOT making it to payday, and this is a major problem. So it is with great unrest, because I love you all (all 3 of you that actually read my blog), and I don't want to disappoint you. But momma's got to pay the bills, and hard as I try, Integrity apparently doesn't have much monetary value. I have never been a give-away blog (no Christina, your give-away doesn't count cause it's funny as shit), or a review blog (not sure who would want to sponsor anything on my wittle bitty blog anyway. But apparently there is......shocking, I know. I feel kind of like a sell-out, I do, but here in the near future there may be popping up the occasional sponsored post. I apologize, but I gots to pay the bills. I hope you will still love me in the morning. Just go with it, please. :-)
In other news, once this whole A to Z Challenge is done I will be starting a word a week Blogapalooza. I realize that I truly do need something to keep me on this blogging track, because I have so enjoyed the evolution and feeling of writing so much. I will be setting the first word a week or so after the challenge ends (I will need a break) on a Friday, and I will have the post up by the next Friday, with the next weeks word. It will be any word, I may just throw darts at the dictionary, who knows, and the posts will be all over the place I'm sure. How that word makes me feel, what I think when I hear it, or even what it means to me, depends on the darted word I guess. If anyone is interested in taking part in the fun, a weekly post WILL NOT be mandatory, you can jump on and off the train whenever you like, please email me with any word ideas you may have that you think would be fun bloggy words, and if you might be interested in taking part. Even if you don't participate you can send me suggestions (please do). I will have a badge made up closer to time. I think it will be fun, so pass the word if you like.
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Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
If I ruled the World - I'm Batman
This post is for the humor, please don't read it and think I'm a sadist. I mean I kind of am, but this really is just for fun.
I have the kind of Dad that people dream of having. He is quite possibly the coolest, most amazing person I have ever known. Me and my dad are a lot alike, in temperament, sense of humor, and we have some really deep discussions. The kind that if an average anybody walking by heard them they would probably wonder what the hell was wrong with us. Or more than likely think "wow, I have just been in the presence of awesomeness", because we are awesome.
A few weeks ago we had a conversation that was so funny I had to share.
The conversation began with the fact that Detroit is headed downhill fast, I mean they are running out of money, or have already I'm not really sure. I said something to the effect of not liking to drive in the seedier parts of Detroit or it's surrounding seedy suburbs (I don't drive the most reliable car, and these are not places you want to break down in).
Me: Driving there scares me, I mean you could get car-jacked at a stoplight, and then you'd be all stuck and alone in a bad neighborhood.
Dad: They don't bother "car-jacking" you anymore, they would just shoot you and take it.
And thus the conversation took off. I'm not going to "he said" "she said" that would be a long post, I'm just going to give you the rundown. We have decided that it would be extremely beneficial to hire like 300 mercenaries to take out all of the big wig drug dealers and murderers, in one night. Can you imagine? In one night wiping out the main source of terror and corruption. And let's be real, why aren't these people considered terrorists and treated as such, they terrorize the good people every day. Then the 300 mercenaries morphed into 300 mercenaries dressed like Batman, yep, cause nothing is scarier to criminal types than a big bad-ass Batman showing up to do some justice.
Then all of the smaller criminals would start freaking out that "Batman" must be real, because really who's going to believe that there were 300 people dressed as Batman. No I think it's more likely that their little guilt-riddled minds would think it was just one big bad mama-jamma.
We decided that there should be a committee to decide who to loan our mercenaries out to next, they would have to be some serious red, white, and blue blooded people, super pro-America. No corruption allowed.
I think this is why I would never get voted in to office of anything. That's why it would all have to go down in one night, that way if I ever was elected Governor or some such, it would all be done before they could recall it and boot me out of office. The government is so worried about terrorists in other countries, I want to know why they don't focus on the ones we have right here on American soil. If you sell drugs to kids, you're done. If you murder someone, you're done. If you touch a child, you are tortured, and then you are SO done. The police have lists, names, cell phones, addresses. It can be done.
So friends if you ever read this in the paper:
I was at your house all night......k?
If you ruled the world, even for one day, what would you do with the power given to you?? Would you be Batman?
I have the kind of Dad that people dream of having. He is quite possibly the coolest, most amazing person I have ever known. Me and my dad are a lot alike, in temperament, sense of humor, and we have some really deep discussions. The kind that if an average anybody walking by heard them they would probably wonder what the hell was wrong with us. Or more than likely think "wow, I have just been in the presence of awesomeness", because we are awesome.
A few weeks ago we had a conversation that was so funny I had to share.
The conversation began with the fact that Detroit is headed downhill fast, I mean they are running out of money, or have already I'm not really sure. I said something to the effect of not liking to drive in the seedier parts of Detroit or it's surrounding seedy suburbs (I don't drive the most reliable car, and these are not places you want to break down in).
Me: Driving there scares me, I mean you could get car-jacked at a stoplight, and then you'd be all stuck and alone in a bad neighborhood.
Dad: They don't bother "car-jacking" you anymore, they would just shoot you and take it.
And thus the conversation took off. I'm not going to "he said" "she said" that would be a long post, I'm just going to give you the rundown. We have decided that it would be extremely beneficial to hire like 300 mercenaries to take out all of the big wig drug dealers and murderers, in one night. Can you imagine? In one night wiping out the main source of terror and corruption. And let's be real, why aren't these people considered terrorists and treated as such, they terrorize the good people every day. Then the 300 mercenaries morphed into 300 mercenaries dressed like Batman, yep, cause nothing is scarier to criminal types than a big bad-ass Batman showing up to do some justice.
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Then all of the smaller criminals would start freaking out that "Batman" must be real, because really who's going to believe that there were 300 people dressed as Batman. No I think it's more likely that their little guilt-riddled minds would think it was just one big bad mama-jamma.
We decided that there should be a committee to decide who to loan our mercenaries out to next, they would have to be some serious red, white, and blue blooded people, super pro-America. No corruption allowed.
I think this is why I would never get voted in to office of anything. That's why it would all have to go down in one night, that way if I ever was elected Governor or some such, it would all be done before they could recall it and boot me out of office. The government is so worried about terrorists in other countries, I want to know why they don't focus on the ones we have right here on American soil. If you sell drugs to kids, you're done. If you murder someone, you're done. If you touch a child, you are tortured, and then you are SO done. The police have lists, names, cell phones, addresses. It can be done.
So friends if you ever read this in the paper:
I was at your house all night......k?
If you ruled the world, even for one day, what would you do with the power given to you?? Would you be Batman?
Saturday, April 7, 2012
My Friends are Hotter than your Friends
Ok, I guess I don't know that like 100%, because, well, I've never met your friends. But I know mine are the best. There were a lot of things I could have blogged about today: Friday, falling behind (because I so am), or following through (because I completely intend to). Honestly though, I could think of no better word for today than Friend. Most of the ones I will mention are the greatest friends I have never met. People I have met in the blogosphere who are absolutely fantastic people. People you want in your corner, need in your corner, and who you want to be those things for too. So here are my friends, my peeps (yep I went there), my partners in crime. Some are new, some I've been talking to for quite some time, but they all have something very special. Here are the best people I've never met:
Momma's that make my day:
Cari - Bubble Gum on my Shoe
@bubblegumcari
This chick rocks! I mean seriously, she is funny, she is kind, and she always responds when I send her a whiny email because I apparently don't have anyone to talk to. Thanks Cari, you have no idea how much I appreciate you. Her blog is not only on my Google homepage but I also get emails when she updates (I have a patience problem, or perhaps I'm a stalker..shh don't tell anyone). Her post never fail to inspire, make me smile, or usually laugh, hard, while I'm at work. Generally though, all of the above. She is a single Momma with two beautiful kids. Her blog is my favorite, and one that even if I haven't gotten an email I will check Google anyway just to be sure. It's that good! And did I mention she's HOT!!!
Christina - Solitary Mama
@Cmajaski
Like Cari, this chick totally rocks. She has snark-tasm down to a fine science. Don't believe me, read this. Don't worry, I'll wait. (Jeopardy music playing) See I told you so. She is one of the most real, blunt, could give a crap less what you think (which is as it should be) people I have ever had the good fortune of "knowing". Her posts are hilarious, her anti-blogger series is my favorite series I've read since I started blogging. And Stupid List Friday takes a close second. Check them out or miss out on some of the funniest shit you will ever read. Warning: If you lack a sense of humor, or otherwise can't take a joke for what it is, this blog may not be for you, just saying. Though I've heard you can buy a sense of humor at Meijer for $1.99 - Worthy investment.
Sue - Sue's Nutrition Buzz
@ssunithi
I haven't known Sue for as long as the other two ladies above but I can tell you she is amazing!! I mean you just don't meet people like her anymore. My girl got the flu about a month ago. It was wicked vicious, she wouldn't eat, or drink, and basically all she did was lay around for about a week. We took her too the doc, and was told that pretty much all we could do was keep her hydrated. It is rough to watch your baby be sick and not be able to do anything about it. By day four of her laying around and being lethargic, I remembered that I had a huge resource right at my finger tips that I hadn't even thought of. I sent the call out on Twitter for help. Thanks to Solitary Mama, I was shortly in contact with Sue who, if you couldn't tell by the name of her blog, knows her stuff when it comes to nutrition. If you have ever tried to give your kid pedialyte (sp?) you know it pretty much tastes like butt, but I didn't want to keep giving her gatorade, way too much sugar. Sue gave me some great suggestions, and then wrote a post on how to make yummy pedialyte pops. I made them, chicka loved them, and a few days later, to my surprise Sue took time out of a trip she was on to message me and check in on Lala. It blew me away! She gave me her email for if I ever needed her (so great), and then just last week asked again how Lala was doing. I don't know many people in my real life that are as dedicated as that.
If there were more people in this world like the three ladies above, I think we would live in a better place. Now not to be left out, there are some Daddies Istalk follow fairly regularly, though I don't chat with them as much they are all very unique.
Beard and Pigtails
@BeardPigtails
Here we have a shining example of a daddy doing it right. Beard is down to earth, has for sure one of the cutest little girls I have ever seen, and he posts on a wide range of things. From the outings they have, to the DIY projects he has going on. It's always fun, and most often humorous, especially the pigtailisms. :-) She is a funny, spunky little girl, and I love his blog (even if he only gives her a quarter for allowance, yeesh).
How to be a Dad
@HowToBeADad
These to guys, Charlie and Andy, are quite possibly the two funniest Dad's on the planet, or at least on the net. Their diagrams, pure awesome sauce. Lets just say reading their blog at work may not be a great idea (besides you're supposed to be working). I crack up every time I read a post, and now they have a YouTube channel! My two favorites of theirs would have to be the "My wife just said" posts, and the diagram posts, both are epic. If you don't know who these guys are, you are missing out.
Those are my top five daily reads, not to say they are the only daily reads, but I really wanted to share them! They are great! Who are your must reads? Do you have any blogs that make you laugh so hard they are dangerous at work...please share.
P.S.There are so many others I would love to put in here, but as it has taken all day to write this and I am very tired (one of my eyes is literally closed at the moment) they will have to wait for another day. Hope you all have a beautiful Easter. See you again tomorrow for G of the A to Z Challenge!!!!
Momma's that make my day:
Cari - Bubble Gum on my Shoe
@bubblegumcari
This chick rocks! I mean seriously, she is funny, she is kind, and she always responds when I send her a whiny email because I apparently don't have anyone to talk to. Thanks Cari, you have no idea how much I appreciate you. Her blog is not only on my Google homepage but I also get emails when she updates (I have a patience problem, or perhaps I'm a stalker..shh don't tell anyone). Her post never fail to inspire, make me smile, or usually laugh, hard, while I'm at work. Generally though, all of the above. She is a single Momma with two beautiful kids. Her blog is my favorite, and one that even if I haven't gotten an email I will check Google anyway just to be sure. It's that good! And did I mention she's HOT!!!
Christina - Solitary Mama
@Cmajaski
Like Cari, this chick totally rocks. She has snark-tasm down to a fine science. Don't believe me, read this. Don't worry, I'll wait. (Jeopardy music playing) See I told you so. She is one of the most real, blunt, could give a crap less what you think (which is as it should be) people I have ever had the good fortune of "knowing". Her posts are hilarious, her anti-blogger series is my favorite series I've read since I started blogging. And Stupid List Friday takes a close second. Check them out or miss out on some of the funniest shit you will ever read. Warning: If you lack a sense of humor, or otherwise can't take a joke for what it is, this blog may not be for you, just saying. Though I've heard you can buy a sense of humor at Meijer for $1.99 - Worthy investment.
Sue - Sue's Nutrition Buzz
@ssunithi
I haven't known Sue for as long as the other two ladies above but I can tell you she is amazing!! I mean you just don't meet people like her anymore. My girl got the flu about a month ago. It was wicked vicious, she wouldn't eat, or drink, and basically all she did was lay around for about a week. We took her too the doc, and was told that pretty much all we could do was keep her hydrated. It is rough to watch your baby be sick and not be able to do anything about it. By day four of her laying around and being lethargic, I remembered that I had a huge resource right at my finger tips that I hadn't even thought of. I sent the call out on Twitter for help. Thanks to Solitary Mama, I was shortly in contact with Sue who, if you couldn't tell by the name of her blog, knows her stuff when it comes to nutrition. If you have ever tried to give your kid pedialyte (sp?) you know it pretty much tastes like butt, but I didn't want to keep giving her gatorade, way too much sugar. Sue gave me some great suggestions, and then wrote a post on how to make yummy pedialyte pops. I made them, chicka loved them, and a few days later, to my surprise Sue took time out of a trip she was on to message me and check in on Lala. It blew me away! She gave me her email for if I ever needed her (so great), and then just last week asked again how Lala was doing. I don't know many people in my real life that are as dedicated as that.
If there were more people in this world like the three ladies above, I think we would live in a better place. Now not to be left out, there are some Daddies I
Beard and Pigtails
@BeardPigtails
Here we have a shining example of a daddy doing it right. Beard is down to earth, has for sure one of the cutest little girls I have ever seen, and he posts on a wide range of things. From the outings they have, to the DIY projects he has going on. It's always fun, and most often humorous, especially the pigtailisms. :-) She is a funny, spunky little girl, and I love his blog (even if he only gives her a quarter for allowance, yeesh).
How to be a Dad
@HowToBeADad
These to guys, Charlie and Andy, are quite possibly the two funniest Dad's on the planet, or at least on the net. Their diagrams, pure awesome sauce. Lets just say reading their blog at work may not be a great idea (besides you're supposed to be working). I crack up every time I read a post, and now they have a YouTube channel! My two favorites of theirs would have to be the "My wife just said" posts, and the diagram posts, both are epic. If you don't know who these guys are, you are missing out.
Those are my top five daily reads, not to say they are the only daily reads, but I really wanted to share them! They are great! Who are your must reads? Do you have any blogs that make you laugh so hard they are dangerous at work...please share.
P.S.There are so many others I would love to put in here, but as it has taken all day to write this and I am very tired (one of my eyes is literally closed at the moment) they will have to wait for another day. Hope you all have a beautiful Easter. See you again tomorrow for G of the A to Z Challenge!!!!
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Wednesday WTF's
Oh Wednesday, why do you taunt me.
Wednesdays are different from the rest of the week. Wednesday is my Friday, which of course makes it go by at a snails pace. The real difference though is that Wednesdays Lala goes and spends the day with my mom while I work. Lala is not, by any stretch of the imagination, a morning person. This will I am sure bite me in the butt huge when school time rolls around. Anyway back to mornings with my crabtastic toddler. Waking her up is like playing Russian Roulette, you never really know what will happen. You may get lucky, she may pop up and say the beloved phrase, "Hi Momma", but more often than not she doesn't pop up, and she most certainly doesn't say anything resembling Hi.
Morning
Our Wednesday mornings generally go like this:
Me: (In a happy sing songy voice) Good Morning Baby Girl....
Lala: *Rolls over, grabs her blanket and nestles in for more sleep*
Me: (Again) Good Morning Lala......
Lala: *Incoherent mumbling followed by some hand waving and shaking of little red haired head)
Me: (Seriously this could go on forever) Good Morning.......(please note the lack of nickname, at this point 15 minutes have passed and we now have 5 to get out of the house or I will be late for work, again, frustration abounds)
I have been rubbing her back, pushing her hair from her forehead, and trying to gently wake her. Obviously this is not going to work. Time to switch tactics. Lala has a complete, kind of obsessive attachment to her Tinker Bell blanket, and her huge Elmo. So next I take both out of the bed. She raise up on hands and knees and blindly (she still won't open her eyes) feels around for her blankie. When she doesn't find it, the shit hits the fan. Cue the beginning of the wailing siren that will last until I manage to wrestle her into a fresh diaper and some clothes, and she realizes that we are going bye bye.
Fast forward an hour (that's how long it takes me to get to work from where I live, winter's going to be a biatch) she has calmed and is sitting in her seat with some breakfast and milk. All is well.........right up until they come to pick her up (they meet me at work so I don't have to drive out of my way, nice right?). She is all jazzed to see Uncle "Bo, or Jenks, whoever comes to get her, until she realizes that Mommy isn't going with her. Cue the second siren session. I have never been so happy to get to work in all of my life.
Lunchtime
I drive to my parents house for lunch to see my girl and give my family a little break. I get to the house and guess who is passed out cold.....yep, you guessed it, Lala. She, again, sleeps through my entire lunch hour. Want to know why? I forgot to take my laptop home with me. This may sound strange, in fact I am sure it will, if I take my laptop home for lunch she never sleeps while I'm there. If I don't she will sleep the entire time I am home. It is a bit skewed and bass-akwards but that is just the way it is. The kid has radar, I swear she knows when I bring my computer home to do work or get my email cleaned out, or goodness forbid blog a bit.
Lunch is over, and I am sitting at work, missing my chicka. For the record, I was late for work this morning, and then somehow, with no ones help but my own this time, late again coming back from lunch. I am kind of amazed that my boss hasn't canned my behind yet, I mean I think I would probably fire me, lol. Then again that probably explains why I am willing to drive an hour to work when gas is almost $4 a gallon.
This post really didn't have a point to be honest, but I went too long without posting and am either rusty at it, or quite possibly on the losing end of a psychotic break. Hmmm....do you think there is a winning end of a psychotic break? Breakdowns aside, I just really missed talking to all of my lovelies, all two of you. :-D And wanted to share how fabulous my morning was, hehe. I moan and groan but I have a wonderful, very understanding boss (for like the first time ever), and while my child has developed a very strong opinion on what she does and doesn't want to do, I seriously crack up almost the entire time she is having a fit. She is just so little and cute, makes it kind of hard to take her serious you know. I imagine that will begin to piss her off for real at some point, years and years from now, until then I will continue to have a little snicker when after telling her One Thousand Three Hundred Seventy-Five and a Half times to get the hell (not in those words, no angry emails please) off the table, she slides down and gets stuck (not painfully, that is never funny) between it and the couch. Oh the frustration is hilarious.
More and more often now though she is learning to use words to express her frustration, rather than slapping something out of my hand (oh...fun friggin times I tell ya), she now is more apt to shake her head no when she doesn't want what i am giving her. She has learned to say please (the word and the sign, I'm so proud) and point if what she wants something too high for her to reach. It doesn't mean she always gets whatever it is she wants, that is obviously still a work in progress. Lala believes that if she says please it is a given that she will get what she wants. Most times it is my phone, or the computer (hell no!!), or some other something she has no business playing with.
Teaching her that "No" isn't the end of the world is challenging, but I like to think we are making some progress, even if it's miniscule. With the "terrible two's" right around the corner (or in my opinion already in motion) it has become even more important to me to teach her things like hitting the dog because you are frustrated that Mommy said no is absolutely unacceptable behavior. That particular incident only happened once, several months ago, but I was in shock when it happened. I truly believe it was because to the pup's misfortune of being the closest thing to her when it happened. That was also the first and only time she has been in time out. I know every kid is different, and I am by far not an expert by anyone's standards, but I can tell you that my child, my not even 2 year old Lala has never really done anything that would cause me to have to put her in time out. Except that one time of course.
When she is frustrated and throwing fits, it generally means she is overstimulated, bored, tired, hungry, thirsty, teething, or any number of other things that aren't her fault. Don't get me wrong, this girl.....
Has a temper to go with all of her gorgeous red curls. Don't let the innocent look fool you, 3 seconds after I took this picture I pulled her off of this big thing, she had been climbing it all day despite my many protests and trying ineffectively to block the stupid ladder, and it was all out war. She wigged out for at least a good hour. Nothing calmed her, not even my phone, every so often she would pick herself up from where she was laying (she threw herself on the ground, for dramatic effect I'm sure) and try to head back over for another climb. Then the process would begin anew, it was trying, but absolutely hilarious. I don't know about you but watching my 22 month old little try to "run the show" and staging protests, please direct your attention to the picture below for a small demonstration, kills me.
So wow this post kind of got all crazy and long and not even close to what I was originally intending to post about. That's what's great about writing, if you just let it come, most times it is effortless. Which reminds me, I am also working on the rest of my Story, I posted the beginning a while ago, and really truly every time I came back to it, I just couldn't find the right words. Nothing seemed to fit in with the emotion and development of my two characters. I think I am ready to go back to it though, so hopefully very soon I will be finishing it up, or at the very least adding the second "chapter" to a story that, while it is difficult for me to write, has been pushing at me to write it, banging around in my head until it finally beat me into submission. So if you are interested go over and read the first part, leave me some critiques, and part two will be hitting the blogosphere very soon. :-)
That is all for me today, yes I know what you're thinking......Finally! I didn't think she would ever shut up. Haha I hope you all are having an absolutely wonderful week, and that your weekend comes fast!
Heading home to see my Lala :-D
Wednesdays are different from the rest of the week. Wednesday is my Friday, which of course makes it go by at a snails pace. The real difference though is that Wednesdays Lala goes and spends the day with my mom while I work. Lala is not, by any stretch of the imagination, a morning person. This will I am sure bite me in the butt huge when school time rolls around. Anyway back to mornings with my crabtastic toddler. Waking her up is like playing Russian Roulette, you never really know what will happen. You may get lucky, she may pop up and say the beloved phrase, "Hi Momma", but more often than not she doesn't pop up, and she most certainly doesn't say anything resembling Hi.
Morning
Our Wednesday mornings generally go like this:
Me: (In a happy sing songy voice) Good Morning Baby Girl....
Lala: *Rolls over, grabs her blanket and nestles in for more sleep*
Me: (Again) Good Morning Lala......
Lala: *Incoherent mumbling followed by some hand waving and shaking of little red haired head)
Me: (Seriously this could go on forever) Good Morning.......(please note the lack of nickname, at this point 15 minutes have passed and we now have 5 to get out of the house or I will be late for work, again, frustration abounds)
I have been rubbing her back, pushing her hair from her forehead, and trying to gently wake her. Obviously this is not going to work. Time to switch tactics. Lala has a complete, kind of obsessive attachment to her Tinker Bell blanket, and her huge Elmo. So next I take both out of the bed. She raise up on hands and knees and blindly (she still won't open her eyes) feels around for her blankie. When she doesn't find it, the shit hits the fan. Cue the beginning of the wailing siren that will last until I manage to wrestle her into a fresh diaper and some clothes, and she realizes that we are going bye bye.
Fast forward an hour (that's how long it takes me to get to work from where I live, winter's going to be a biatch) she has calmed and is sitting in her seat with some breakfast and milk. All is well.........right up until they come to pick her up (they meet me at work so I don't have to drive out of my way, nice right?). She is all jazzed to see Uncle "Bo, or Jenks, whoever comes to get her, until she realizes that Mommy isn't going with her. Cue the second siren session. I have never been so happy to get to work in all of my life.
Lunchtime
I drive to my parents house for lunch to see my girl and give my family a little break. I get to the house and guess who is passed out cold.....yep, you guessed it, Lala. She, again, sleeps through my entire lunch hour. Want to know why? I forgot to take my laptop home with me. This may sound strange, in fact I am sure it will, if I take my laptop home for lunch she never sleeps while I'm there. If I don't she will sleep the entire time I am home. It is a bit skewed and bass-akwards but that is just the way it is. The kid has radar, I swear she knows when I bring my computer home to do work or get my email cleaned out, or goodness forbid blog a bit.
Lunch is over, and I am sitting at work, missing my chicka. For the record, I was late for work this morning, and then somehow, with no ones help but my own this time, late again coming back from lunch. I am kind of amazed that my boss hasn't canned my behind yet, I mean I think I would probably fire me, lol. Then again that probably explains why I am willing to drive an hour to work when gas is almost $4 a gallon.
This post really didn't have a point to be honest, but I went too long without posting and am either rusty at it, or quite possibly on the losing end of a psychotic break. Hmmm....do you think there is a winning end of a psychotic break? Breakdowns aside, I just really missed talking to all of my lovelies, all two of you. :-D And wanted to share how fabulous my morning was, hehe. I moan and groan but I have a wonderful, very understanding boss (for like the first time ever), and while my child has developed a very strong opinion on what she does and doesn't want to do, I seriously crack up almost the entire time she is having a fit. She is just so little and cute, makes it kind of hard to take her serious you know. I imagine that will begin to piss her off for real at some point, years and years from now, until then I will continue to have a little snicker when after telling her One Thousand Three Hundred Seventy-Five and a Half times to get the hell (not in those words, no angry emails please) off the table, she slides down and gets stuck (not painfully, that is never funny) between it and the couch. Oh the frustration is hilarious.
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| Looks a bit like this, this is the "Why can't I have my way" face. |
More and more often now though she is learning to use words to express her frustration, rather than slapping something out of my hand (oh...fun friggin times I tell ya), she now is more apt to shake her head no when she doesn't want what i am giving her. She has learned to say please (the word and the sign, I'm so proud) and point if what she wants something too high for her to reach. It doesn't mean she always gets whatever it is she wants, that is obviously still a work in progress. Lala believes that if she says please it is a given that she will get what she wants. Most times it is my phone, or the computer (hell no!!), or some other something she has no business playing with.
Teaching her that "No" isn't the end of the world is challenging, but I like to think we are making some progress, even if it's miniscule. With the "terrible two's" right around the corner (or in my opinion already in motion) it has become even more important to me to teach her things like hitting the dog because you are frustrated that Mommy said no is absolutely unacceptable behavior. That particular incident only happened once, several months ago, but I was in shock when it happened. I truly believe it was because to the pup's misfortune of being the closest thing to her when it happened. That was also the first and only time she has been in time out. I know every kid is different, and I am by far not an expert by anyone's standards, but I can tell you that my child, my not even 2 year old Lala has never really done anything that would cause me to have to put her in time out. Except that one time of course.
When she is frustrated and throwing fits, it generally means she is overstimulated, bored, tired, hungry, thirsty, teething, or any number of other things that aren't her fault. Don't get me wrong, this girl.....
Has a temper to go with all of her gorgeous red curls. Don't let the innocent look fool you, 3 seconds after I took this picture I pulled her off of this big thing, she had been climbing it all day despite my many protests and trying ineffectively to block the stupid ladder, and it was all out war. She wigged out for at least a good hour. Nothing calmed her, not even my phone, every so often she would pick herself up from where she was laying (she threw herself on the ground, for dramatic effect I'm sure) and try to head back over for another climb. Then the process would begin anew, it was trying, but absolutely hilarious. I don't know about you but watching my 22 month old little try to "run the show" and staging protests, please direct your attention to the picture below for a small demonstration, kills me.
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| This is towards the end of a protest, she is beginning to realize it isn't working, lmao! |
That is all for me today, yes I know what you're thinking......Finally! I didn't think she would ever shut up. Haha I hope you all are having an absolutely wonderful week, and that your weekend comes fast!
Heading home to see my Lala :-D
Friday, April 22, 2011
Sleepy cuddles and backyard adventures
It was a stormy, yucky weather week here in Michigan, which translates to my little cubby climbing the walls. She wants to go outside, she wants to go to the park, she brought me her shoes more than once. In fact she was so determined to go outside, she figured out how to get her galoshes on all by herself (got them on the right feet and everything)!
So really, after that, who am I to tell her we can't go outside. It was cold too, not frigid, but cold enough that if the wind hit you just right (and it was a 40 mile an hour gust day) it was rather unpleasant. Yet I just couldn't tell her no. Well actually I did tell her no, at first, and this is what she thought of it.......
Me being the Mom that I am, figured if I bundled her up and we didn't stay out too long it wouldn't kill us to go outside. So we did. We layered, booted up, and adventured out into the cold wet for some fun. She had a blast jumping in the puddles and chasing bubbles.
We have a fairly large yard, and after the thunderstorm the night before, there were puddles, and mud everywhere. It took her about a minute and a half to get her pants untucked from her boots and wet.
She walks around checking everything out, climbing up the little hills, and playing the drums on the "gazing Balls" that are actually painted bowling balls, lol. They are heavy enough to not fall, and when they do fall they don't break. She tries to sing the tune to the ABC's song, which makes me laugh at her cleverness.
Everything was going great, she was having a wonderful time, until her boot got stuck in the mud and she fell on her butt in the biggest puddle she could find. Then she was cold, wet, and pissed! So we packed it up and headed inside. I knew she was cold when she didn't put up a fuss about going in. She is a really wonderful, happy little girl, that on rare occasion has the nuclear "give me what I want" tantrum down to a science. No tantrum this time though, her butt must have been frozen. Poor kid. So we went in, got snuggly, and cuddled up to watch some Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. Have I mentioned that Mickey Mouse is seriously the greatest thing ever? It has the power to stop a tantrum cold......that is some amazing stuff. We spent the rest of our evening cuddled up, she fell asleep on me (be still my heart).
All in all, minus the cold behind, it was a great day. I am so looking forward to warmer, dryer weather, and more adventures with my little chic.
Hope you all have a wonderful Easter!!!
I am super excited to be able to link up with Casey over at One Day at a Time
She has a link up each week called Momma in Focus, and I finally have a picture to link up with! :-) I do not consider myself photogenic in the least, so pictures of me are few and far between, I don't want my cubbie to get older and me realize that I have no pictures of US. So I am taking this challenge, to take pictures and make memories with my little. Thank you Casey!
So here is my submission, this week was a freebie so I chose one of our pics from our adventures outside.
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| Can you say proud Momma! |
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| I was blown away when she walked around the corner with her boots on! |
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| I think those rain boots may just top the list of fave purchases for my little adventurer |
Hope you all have a wonderful Easter!!!
I am super excited to be able to link up with Casey over at One Day at a Time
She has a link up each week called Momma in Focus, and I finally have a picture to link up with! :-) I do not consider myself photogenic in the least, so pictures of me are few and far between, I don't want my cubbie to get older and me realize that I have no pictures of US. So I am taking this challenge, to take pictures and make memories with my little. Thank you Casey!
So here is my submission, this week was a freebie so I chose one of our pics from our adventures outside.
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| Me and my girl, Serenity the Explorer lol :-) |
Friday, February 18, 2011
SnowBaby
I am just a tad late getting these up, the snow has actually mostly melted. I wanted to share these though. Baby girl's first real experience with the snow, it was great! The excitement on her face when I took her outside and actually let her play for a bit was amazing. So here she is, Serenity's snow day. :-)
Hope everyone has a wonderful weekend!!!!!!
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| Waving to Grandpa :-) |
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| So excited!!!! |
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| Her mittens were HUGE, lol. |
And just because I think she is the cutest thing on the planet, here are some more pictures. She was apparently none too impressed with her nuggets and mac n cheese. LOL!
Hope everyone has a wonderful weekend!!!!!!
Friday, October 15, 2010
Friday Funny ;-P
MY LAST TRIP TO COSTCO
Yesterday I was at my local COSTCO buying a large bag of Purina dog chow for my loyal pet, Jake, the Wonder Dog and was in the check-out line when a woman behind me asked if I had a dog.
What did she think I had an elephant?
So since I'm retired and have little to do, on impulse I told her that no, I didn't have a dog, I was starting the Purina Diet again. I added that I probably shouldn't, because I ended up in the hospital last time, but that I'd lost 50 pounds before I awakened in an intensive care ward with tubes coming out of most of my orifices and IVs in both arms. .I told her that it was essentially a Perfect Diet and that the way that it works is, to load your pants pockets with Purina Nuggets and simply eat one or two every time you feel hungry. The food is nutritionally complete so it works well and I was going to try it again. (I have to mention here that practically everyone in line was now enthralled with my story.)Horrified, she asked if I ended up in intensive care, because the dog food poisoned me. I told her no, I stepped off a curb to sniff a poodle's ass and a car hit me.I thought the guy behind her was going to have a heart attack he was laughing so hard.Costco won't let me shop there anymore.Better watch what you ask retired people. They have all the time in the world to think of crazy things to say.
Friday, September 10, 2010
The newest blog I stalk
I found an amazing new blog to follow. It is written by a very well spoken woman who manages to bring a sense of humor to a subject that in reality is none too funny. Morons!!! I think I can speak for most of the women I know, that we have all at one time or another been taken in by deceptive charm of a moron. I for one have had several run ins with these idiots, I am apparently a glutton for punishment, though I never thought so at the time. Suzie Q writes about her experiences losing herself to her moron, getting away from him, and how she is healing from her time with him. It is absolutely worth a read. Please stop by her blog at I Married A Moron - And Survived! and leave her some ♥love♥. Have a great weekend all!!!!
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Nursing, Teething, and the Robo-Spider
I haven't had the opportunity to get on this past week, Baby Girl has been crabbers extraordinaire for the past week or so. I took her to the Ped on Friday and she confirmed what I was already thinking. More Teething.....poor baby. I have been checking her gums for the past 2 weeks, I just had a feeling. Yesterday she happened to open her mouth just right for me to see, and sure enough she had a lump on the lower right side, I found one on the left as well, I can only assume these are the cause of her fussiness. At first I panicked a bit because I didn't understand why they were poking so far out, not up, out. They seem to be bothering her pretty badly, I feel terrible. She got her first two bottom teeth last month, and I always thought/heard that after the bottom came the top two and so on. I was wrong.
Nursing a teething child, especially one who is teething and already has teeth, is an exercise in patience to say the least. My poor baby, I hate that I can't do much to take the pain away. I would take on this pain for her in a heartbeat for her if I could, but I have to tell you, the nipple-biting has got to stop! Lol It is ridiculously painful, she gummed on them once or twice, I think it was just an exploratory thing. I pulled back and told her no, not wanting her to get into the habit of biting. I knew then that her teeth weren't far and I definitely wanted to nip that in the bud. Once her two little bottom teeth came in she again did the exploratory "what will happen if..." and I pulled back and told her no. Yeah not so much, she freaked. For the rest of that day she would be nursing, look up at me, and then bite down. It was like she was trying to get a point across. As bad as it hurt I had to bite down to keep from cracking up at what a little devil she just was. I gave her one more chance, she bit me, so I didn't nurse her for the rest of the day. Before I start getting emails about starving my kid, she takes a bottle as well, so that's what we did. After that we made it a week with no biting, and then of course she had to test the boundary again. It has happened a few more times, always with the same result, I stop nursing her and she stops biting for a while. Not a perfect solution but it was the best I could come up with.
On a completely unrelated note, I have got to tell you about this spider I saw the other day. Let me first say, I am absolutely terrified of spiders. Over the years I have managed to calm a little bit. I understand that they are not all poisonous(though that's not the issue), and I have become much more tolerant of the skinny, baby looking ones. On the other hand, when one of the big, spindly, hairy ones comes crawling up I holler like I am on fire and take off. So here is my quandary, I have a kid and apparently the need to protect completely over-rides my self-preservation instincts. We were sitting on the front porch, planting flowers when the mack daddy, or momma I guess I should say, of spiders comes crawling out of the flower bed. I mean this sucker literally dug it's way out of the dirt and started coming my way, I freaked. This thing was not only so hugimongous I had to make up a word to describe it, lol, but it was also carrying this mammoth egg sack on it's back. GROSS!!!!!!! My daughter is playing next to me, and all I can think is if I don't kill it, it's going to get her. Yea, yea over-dramatic I know, phobia is definitely not a rational state of being. Anyway, I did something that I have never been capable of doing. I broke out of the paralyzing state of terror I was in, and beat the shit out of that thing with the little garden shovel I had. OH YEAH, I'm bad!! Once I felt sure that I had killed it, I grabbed Baby Girl and stood up to go inside, tell me I didn't look down and see that spider flip me off before hobbling off into the grass. Lmao...no but seriously, the damn thing wasn't dead. I still can't imagine how it survived. So that was my excitement for the week. Hope you all have a wonderful weekend!!!!
Nursing a teething child, especially one who is teething and already has teeth, is an exercise in patience to say the least. My poor baby, I hate that I can't do much to take the pain away. I would take on this pain for her in a heartbeat for her if I could, but I have to tell you, the nipple-biting has got to stop! Lol It is ridiculously painful, she gummed on them once or twice, I think it was just an exploratory thing. I pulled back and told her no, not wanting her to get into the habit of biting. I knew then that her teeth weren't far and I definitely wanted to nip that in the bud. Once her two little bottom teeth came in she again did the exploratory "what will happen if..." and I pulled back and told her no. Yeah not so much, she freaked. For the rest of that day she would be nursing, look up at me, and then bite down. It was like she was trying to get a point across. As bad as it hurt I had to bite down to keep from cracking up at what a little devil she just was. I gave her one more chance, she bit me, so I didn't nurse her for the rest of the day. Before I start getting emails about starving my kid, she takes a bottle as well, so that's what we did. After that we made it a week with no biting, and then of course she had to test the boundary again. It has happened a few more times, always with the same result, I stop nursing her and she stops biting for a while. Not a perfect solution but it was the best I could come up with.
On a completely unrelated note, I have got to tell you about this spider I saw the other day. Let me first say, I am absolutely terrified of spiders. Over the years I have managed to calm a little bit. I understand that they are not all poisonous(though that's not the issue), and I have become much more tolerant of the skinny, baby looking ones. On the other hand, when one of the big, spindly, hairy ones comes crawling up I holler like I am on fire and take off. So here is my quandary, I have a kid and apparently the need to protect completely over-rides my self-preservation instincts. We were sitting on the front porch, planting flowers when the mack daddy, or momma I guess I should say, of spiders comes crawling out of the flower bed. I mean this sucker literally dug it's way out of the dirt and started coming my way, I freaked. This thing was not only so hugimongous I had to make up a word to describe it, lol, but it was also carrying this mammoth egg sack on it's back. GROSS!!!!!!! My daughter is playing next to me, and all I can think is if I don't kill it, it's going to get her. Yea, yea over-dramatic I know, phobia is definitely not a rational state of being. Anyway, I did something that I have never been capable of doing. I broke out of the paralyzing state of terror I was in, and beat the shit out of that thing with the little garden shovel I had. OH YEAH, I'm bad!! Once I felt sure that I had killed it, I grabbed Baby Girl and stood up to go inside, tell me I didn't look down and see that spider flip me off before hobbling off into the grass. Lmao...no but seriously, the damn thing wasn't dead. I still can't imagine how it survived. So that was my excitement for the week. Hope you all have a wonderful weekend!!!!
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