I gave up trying to sleep at about 3:30am and took a shower. I had a little talk with Jack and with God, just making sure we were all three on the same page, that we all three wanted things to go well. I woke Bob up at around 4am after I had some time alone. I didn't really talk much, I was very focused and there wasn't much to say. This is unusual for me because I am not a fan of silence. I told the dogs goodbye while Bob loaded my stuff up in the car. It was still dark outside and I sort of looked around. I can't really explain how I felt but it was something.
We got to the birthing center at 5:30am when it was still dark outside, again I didn't talk much on the way there. When we got to the room, they started getting me all ready. I was hooked up to the heart monitor and I could hear him in there swooshing. I got the IV's and I filled out all the paperwork. I tried to get a minute to talk to Bob, but things went so fast. For some reason I thought that I might need something to occupy my time while I was in the hospital. Yeah. Right. The anesthesiologist came in to give me my epidural before the surgery. I was on my side and I felt the needle go in, when it did I dug into Bob's hand, I believe there is a scar there to this day in fact. I felt something go "POP" in my lower back. After that he told me that he couldn't do an epi so he was going to have to put me to sleep. Finally I showed some emotion. I wasn't happy, I was crying, I was nearly hysterical. My mom wasn't there, I hadn't had a chance to talk to Bob and now I was going to be unconcious? Things really flew then, and I was being wheeled down the hall towards the OR, I kept saying "wait, wait, wait" and finally I said "WAIT!" They stopped and I grabbed Bob's hand and told him that I loved him and that if anything happened he needed to let Jack know that I loved him more than life itself. As I was rolled away, I told thanked the nurse for giving me a minute because how horrible would it be if my last words were "wait"? That would suck.
The next thing I remembered was waking up and seeing a clock on the wall. I had totally forgotten what I was there for apparently, but I would soon remember when the evil lady started pushing on my stomach. I smacked her hand away and she told me that she had to do it, I informed her that she should have done it 5 minutes earlier when I was still asleep. Geez. Then I remembered I had a baby! I asked about him and they told me that he was perfect, I then asked how big he was. I remembered that I had an 11lbs baby. Bob came walking through, bouncing actually and I said his name. He remembered that I was there, and I asked him how Jack was and I will never forget the look on his face, or the sound of his voice when he said "he's so perfect baby, he's awesome". When I think about that I cry to this day. Because my stoic husband was a smitten kitten.
At some point, after being left alone forever, they brought in a bundle of blankets. They showed me Jack and I said "that's not my baby, my baby is BIG". He was tiny, and he was the most beautiful thing I had ever laid eyes on. I was drunk as all get out, and I hurt like nobodies business, but I knew perfection when I saw it. I held him, and he grunted. I never put him down after that. Only when they made me. He slept on the bed with me, all bundled up in his blankets with his binky from home that we had brought going 90mph in his mouth. The day is fuzzy, but I do remember the moment that changed it all.
At one point, they came and got him from me to do whatever tests. I dozed off, and when I opened my eyes he was laying in front of my bed, in his bassinet, on his side. He had on the hat, he was wrapped up and he was sucking on that binky like his life depended on it. He looked my right in the eye (or it seemed, Darvocet is goooood stuff) and he stopped for a minute sucking on that thing. He looked at me as if to say "what?" then he started up again. It hit me at that moment, that I was his mom. I cried, and I woke Bob up to hand him to me. I sat there in the semi dark, while Bob snored and I stared at him and cried. I just loved him so much I couldn't stand it. It literally hurt my heart to look at him. He was just so amazing.
Bob woke up once that night, he asked me if I was ok, and I then if Jack was ok. I probably nodded yeah and went back to staring at him. I still do that sometimes, I look at him and my heart nearly stops. I get choked up and I think about how blessed I am to be his mom. Because he's a hell of a kid. He is everything I ever wanted in a little boy. He's funny, he's smart, he's happy. He finds everything good in the world and he laughs big when he laughs. He treats others with kindness and he always backs up the underdog. He never picks on other kids (besides his sister) and he never makes anyone feel bad. He tells me daily that he loves me and that I'm the best mom in the world. When he hugs me, he holds on like he never wants to let go. He's a daddy's boy, but he loves his mom. And his mom loves him.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
6 Years Ago (pt.4)
It was the day before Jack's expected arrival, which happened to also be Memorial Day. I had been in bed for nearly a week, and I was going nutso. I had things to do, I wanted the house to be perfectly clean and I wanted all the laundry done. I also needed a baby book. Bob was working, so I was home alone with my thoughts. I called my mother and asked her to come and take me to the mall to get a baby book. I had thought of everything you can imagine up to this point, but not that book.
She took me, and I walked. I just wanted to be out and about, I was feeling good and I didn't want to go back home. When I did get back, I walked around the house and looked at every inch of it. I was not only looking for dirt, I was thinking that this was the last day that our home would be child free. I was thinking about how some day he would be running around here, and locking himself in his bedroom. I was thinking about how one day I would call to him to turn whatever was loud down. Then I cried, because from the day I found out I was pregnant with him, I was terrified that he would be taken away from me, and here I was less than 24 hours away from seeing him.
That evening, my cousin and his wife came by with some gifts and Bob came home with a load of stuff from his co-workers. More stuff to put away! After they left, Bob and I decided to go to dinner, one last time as a childless couple. We sat in the restaurant, and it was later than usual. It was very quiet and very relaxing. I cannot remember exactly what we talked about, but I remember I had butterflies in my tummy and I was very nervous. We went home, and decided that since we had to be up at 4am to be at the hospital by 5:30am, we should just go to bed.
I layed in bed with my mind racing. I moved my head to the foot of the bed and tried that, but I couldn't sleep. I would wake up every few minutes and smile, or cry. Meanwhile, over on the other side of the bed, Mr. Cool was sawing logs. Throughout our entire pregnancy, Bob never showed so much as a slight indication that he was anything but cool and laid back, not a care in the world. However, the next day I would see a completely different person.
to be continued...
She took me, and I walked. I just wanted to be out and about, I was feeling good and I didn't want to go back home. When I did get back, I walked around the house and looked at every inch of it. I was not only looking for dirt, I was thinking that this was the last day that our home would be child free. I was thinking about how some day he would be running around here, and locking himself in his bedroom. I was thinking about how one day I would call to him to turn whatever was loud down. Then I cried, because from the day I found out I was pregnant with him, I was terrified that he would be taken away from me, and here I was less than 24 hours away from seeing him.
That evening, my cousin and his wife came by with some gifts and Bob came home with a load of stuff from his co-workers. More stuff to put away! After they left, Bob and I decided to go to dinner, one last time as a childless couple. We sat in the restaurant, and it was later than usual. It was very quiet and very relaxing. I cannot remember exactly what we talked about, but I remember I had butterflies in my tummy and I was very nervous. We went home, and decided that since we had to be up at 4am to be at the hospital by 5:30am, we should just go to bed.
I layed in bed with my mind racing. I moved my head to the foot of the bed and tried that, but I couldn't sleep. I would wake up every few minutes and smile, or cry. Meanwhile, over on the other side of the bed, Mr. Cool was sawing logs. Throughout our entire pregnancy, Bob never showed so much as a slight indication that he was anything but cool and laid back, not a care in the world. However, the next day I would see a completely different person.
to be continued...
Saturday, May 23, 2009
6 Years Ago (pt.3)
I realize I put one year ago on my last post. It's been a rough week.
On the Saturday before I am scheduled for a c/section to have Jack the following Tuesday, it was hot outside and it was Memorial Day weekend. Which is family reunion weekend. Obviously I didn't go, instead I layed in bed and read, and drank water. I was trying to keep that big headed baby in for 3 more days! Bob was working and I was home alone. My Nana came by on her way home from the reunion, and I opened the door wearing my green nightgown (that I wore at the hospital with both of my babies), and apparently I looked hideous because when she saw me she said "oh my gosh, you look so swollen, are you ok?" I wanted to cry because, no, I wasn't ok. I was about to have a baby with an abnormally large head. He was going to be huge. I may or may not have anything to bring him home in because the only clothes I had were up to 3 mths and he was obviously going to be wearing a 2T home. My imagination was slightly out of control, but I had nothing else to think about but this child.
She came in and we sat in the nice cool new a/c and she told me about the reunion. It was nice, she rarely comes by because she doesn't get into town often and I rarely get to spend time alone with her. And I was enjoying having something to distract me from my thoughts.
On the Saturday before I am scheduled for a c/section to have Jack the following Tuesday, it was hot outside and it was Memorial Day weekend. Which is family reunion weekend. Obviously I didn't go, instead I layed in bed and read, and drank water. I was trying to keep that big headed baby in for 3 more days! Bob was working and I was home alone. My Nana came by on her way home from the reunion, and I opened the door wearing my green nightgown (that I wore at the hospital with both of my babies), and apparently I looked hideous because when she saw me she said "oh my gosh, you look so swollen, are you ok?" I wanted to cry because, no, I wasn't ok. I was about to have a baby with an abnormally large head. He was going to be huge. I may or may not have anything to bring him home in because the only clothes I had were up to 3 mths and he was obviously going to be wearing a 2T home. My imagination was slightly out of control, but I had nothing else to think about but this child.
She came in and we sat in the nice cool new a/c and she told me about the reunion. It was nice, she rarely comes by because she doesn't get into town often and I rarely get to spend time alone with her. And I was enjoying having something to distract me from my thoughts.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
6 Years Ago (pt.2)
So I'm one week away from Jack's arrival. But I don't know that yet. My doctor came back into town, and I went for my appt. He looked at the reports, and he checks me to see if I'm anywhere near ready to have this humongous kid.
11lbs+. I started to cry. My nose at this point had doubled in size, my back hurt, my joints all felt disconnected as if preparing to stretch to unimaginable distances. I could no longer see my feet, and flip flops were my only choice in shoes. It was already hot, and it was mid May. I could feel him in there, kicking and rolling, that big head bumping into everything in it's way. 11 pounds plus. It was unimaginable.
The doctor says that he is concerned with my delivering such a large baby with my blood pressure being high and my blood sugar problems. I didn't have gestational diabetes, but I did have some problems that were similar, and my baby was seemingly as big as if I were. So he scheduled a cesarean for May 27th. One week! I had one week, and I was put on bedrest and told to stay off my feet and be very careful, drink lots of water, do not do anything to induce labor. He was taking him about a week early because of the size but he didn't want me to go into labor because again, my baby measured 11 pounds plus. Did I mention that?
My mom, my husband, my sister, they all told me not to worry and that a c/section was a piece of cake. It was about this time that they were installing our new air conditioning unit. Once I found out that he was coming sooner than expected, we rushed that along. So I spent my final week without a child laying in bed, sleeping, reading, doing word puzzles, talking on the phone. I had all the clothes washed, the nursery was ready for his arrival. The house had been remodeled (we were going to do that anyway, Jack was just our motivator to get it done). The baby shower gifts were all in their place, my bag was packed, Jack's bag was packed.
Bob and I had gone shopping the day we found out we were having a boy, and we bought a little blue two piece outfit with a hat. It was tiny, there was no way it was going to fit what I had imagined in my own head this kid was going to be. So I tried to find something bigger. I packed up the little blue outfit, and I packed the bigger outfit. I had diapers for days, itty bitty ones, that I just knew would be worthless, thank God I hadn't opened them. I would just take them back and get the bigger ones. I had bottles, receiving blankets, tons of socks! I was ready for this to happen.
to be continued...
11lbs+. I started to cry. My nose at this point had doubled in size, my back hurt, my joints all felt disconnected as if preparing to stretch to unimaginable distances. I could no longer see my feet, and flip flops were my only choice in shoes. It was already hot, and it was mid May. I could feel him in there, kicking and rolling, that big head bumping into everything in it's way. 11 pounds plus. It was unimaginable.
The doctor says that he is concerned with my delivering such a large baby with my blood pressure being high and my blood sugar problems. I didn't have gestational diabetes, but I did have some problems that were similar, and my baby was seemingly as big as if I were. So he scheduled a cesarean for May 27th. One week! I had one week, and I was put on bedrest and told to stay off my feet and be very careful, drink lots of water, do not do anything to induce labor. He was taking him about a week early because of the size but he didn't want me to go into labor because again, my baby measured 11 pounds plus. Did I mention that?
My mom, my husband, my sister, they all told me not to worry and that a c/section was a piece of cake. It was about this time that they were installing our new air conditioning unit. Once I found out that he was coming sooner than expected, we rushed that along. So I spent my final week without a child laying in bed, sleeping, reading, doing word puzzles, talking on the phone. I had all the clothes washed, the nursery was ready for his arrival. The house had been remodeled (we were going to do that anyway, Jack was just our motivator to get it done). The baby shower gifts were all in their place, my bag was packed, Jack's bag was packed.
Bob and I had gone shopping the day we found out we were having a boy, and we bought a little blue two piece outfit with a hat. It was tiny, there was no way it was going to fit what I had imagined in my own head this kid was going to be. So I tried to find something bigger. I packed up the little blue outfit, and I packed the bigger outfit. I had diapers for days, itty bitty ones, that I just knew would be worthless, thank God I hadn't opened them. I would just take them back and get the bigger ones. I had bottles, receiving blankets, tons of socks! I was ready for this to happen.
to be continued...
Friday, May 15, 2009
Personality Theories
I just finished this semester, and personality theories kicked my tushie. I struggled week in and week out, reading the material and then not seeing anything I recognized on any quizzes. I have not struggled much since I went back to school, except for Algebra, I will always struggle with a math, but this class has been incredibly difficult.
Midterm I considered withdrawing from it, or maybe auditing the class so that when I took it next fall it might make more sense. I really thought that it would be an easy class, but I was waaaaay wrong. I pretty much had a low "D" in there at midterm time. I took my midterm late and I would have passed it if I hadn't had to take a 20 point penalty for taking it so late.
I took my final on Thu, and while all semester the material boggled my feeble little mind, the exam was all about putting the theories to use. I realized when I took that exam that I learned something this semester! I might not be able to tell you which psychoanalyst subscribed to which specific theory, but I can tell you everything when stated in practice. I can even analyze my friends! I'm a blast at parties!
I pulled my grade up to a "B". I would have been thrilled with a "C". So there goes my 4.0, but I'm still all up in the honor society and that's cool with me. I am now planning a ceremony to burn this book. S'mores for everyone!
Midterm I considered withdrawing from it, or maybe auditing the class so that when I took it next fall it might make more sense. I really thought that it would be an easy class, but I was waaaaay wrong. I pretty much had a low "D" in there at midterm time. I took my midterm late and I would have passed it if I hadn't had to take a 20 point penalty for taking it so late.
I took my final on Thu, and while all semester the material boggled my feeble little mind, the exam was all about putting the theories to use. I realized when I took that exam that I learned something this semester! I might not be able to tell you which psychoanalyst subscribed to which specific theory, but I can tell you everything when stated in practice. I can even analyze my friends! I'm a blast at parties!
I pulled my grade up to a "B". I would have been thrilled with a "C". So there goes my 4.0, but I'm still all up in the honor society and that's cool with me. I am now planning a ceremony to burn this book. S'mores for everyone!
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Tornado Warning!
Late last night we had our first tornado warning of the year. They usually pop up all around us, but we somehow manage to avoid it. My Nana says it has something to do with the river but I don't know. We got home last night and I was all prepared to watch "The New Adventures of Old Christine" and some other shows. But they had all been interrupted by tornado warnings about 200 miles or more away from the metro area. Finally at around 11pm, I tune in and just scrolling across the bottom is a short blip about a tornado warning in our county. But there was no coverage! Hello? Obviously I couldn't sleep, and I called my mother because that's what I do. Bob wasn't waking up, and I have some tornado anxiety, I won't lie.
I waited for the sirens to go off, there is one very near our house. And a couple of times I heard what sounded like it could be an actual tornado. The sound of an approaching train. It was very unsettling. I had a plan to load everyone into my closet and pull a mattress over our heads, or try and make it to the neighbors shelter and locking the dogs into a closet. I tried to decide if I should put on some shorts or something as I was in my nightgown. Not that my nightgown is too revealing, it's just sort of worn out.
Finally I saw that it had moved past us, and we just had some far off thunder and rain. But it reminded us that we can be smack in the middle of one at any time here in tornado alley. The last time we were affected by one was in 1999. You have to figure that our number is due to come up any day now.
So this afternoon I had to go up to OKC and get some baseball pants for my teams. While I was begging for help, I happened upon a local weather anchor who had the entire team at Academy hanging on her every, dripping with honey, word. She was telling them all about what it was like in the newscenter last night during the tornados. And defending her weatherman, insisting that he told the entire community to take shelter! Blah, blah, blah. She was just so sweeeeet. And her makeup was way overdone and her hair looked like crap. I'm just going to be honest. She did not look as good in person as she does on TV. And her outfit was hideous. Even I, in my capris that only stay up because I will them to and my t-shirt that looks like I stole it from Magic Johnson, looked better than her. Hey, none of my clothes fit anymore, and I'm good with that. I'm just sayin'. She did have nice shoes, and I can't say much about those because I was wearing my blue flip flops that have some dog teeth marks.
Anyway, I hope that we get lucky and we can avoid any more tornado warnings. Those sirens, and sounds of gusting wind give me the heebie jeebies somethin' fierce.
I waited for the sirens to go off, there is one very near our house. And a couple of times I heard what sounded like it could be an actual tornado. The sound of an approaching train. It was very unsettling. I had a plan to load everyone into my closet and pull a mattress over our heads, or try and make it to the neighbors shelter and locking the dogs into a closet. I tried to decide if I should put on some shorts or something as I was in my nightgown. Not that my nightgown is too revealing, it's just sort of worn out.
Finally I saw that it had moved past us, and we just had some far off thunder and rain. But it reminded us that we can be smack in the middle of one at any time here in tornado alley. The last time we were affected by one was in 1999. You have to figure that our number is due to come up any day now.
So this afternoon I had to go up to OKC and get some baseball pants for my teams. While I was begging for help, I happened upon a local weather anchor who had the entire team at Academy hanging on her every, dripping with honey, word. She was telling them all about what it was like in the newscenter last night during the tornados. And defending her weatherman, insisting that he told the entire community to take shelter! Blah, blah, blah. She was just so sweeeeet. And her makeup was way overdone and her hair looked like crap. I'm just going to be honest. She did not look as good in person as she does on TV. And her outfit was hideous. Even I, in my capris that only stay up because I will them to and my t-shirt that looks like I stole it from Magic Johnson, looked better than her. Hey, none of my clothes fit anymore, and I'm good with that. I'm just sayin'. She did have nice shoes, and I can't say much about those because I was wearing my blue flip flops that have some dog teeth marks.
Anyway, I hope that we get lucky and we can avoid any more tornado warnings. Those sirens, and sounds of gusting wind give me the heebie jeebies somethin' fierce.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
6 Years Ago
I was driving around up near where I had Jack today, and I realized that it was about 6 years ago now that I was going up there weekly for my final month check ups.(Jacks birthday is two weeks from today) I had an ultrasound about this time, and he was measuring to be about an 11 pound baby. This was based on the size of his head. I was terrified! I did not want to try and deliver an 11 pound baby. I had this idea in my head of this humongous baby Huey looking baby with cheeks so chubby that you could not see his eyes. I saw a 6mth old in the waiting room and I just knew that was what Jack would look like when he came out.
I went home that day, stunned by what I had been told. I had no idea what my doctor was going to say about this. I had been having some blood pressure issues, and I was on semi bed rest. All the crazy things that run through your head when you have been told you are having an 11lb baby raced through my bloated pregnant mind. It was right about this time that our A/C had gone out. I was holed up in my bedroom with a window unit a/c and a fan, with nothing to do but think about what was about to happen. Looking back now, I cannot even imagine not having anything to do.
to be continued...
I went home that day, stunned by what I had been told. I had no idea what my doctor was going to say about this. I had been having some blood pressure issues, and I was on semi bed rest. All the crazy things that run through your head when you have been told you are having an 11lb baby raced through my bloated pregnant mind. It was right about this time that our A/C had gone out. I was holed up in my bedroom with a window unit a/c and a fan, with nothing to do but think about what was about to happen. Looking back now, I cannot even imagine not having anything to do.
to be continued...
Monday, May 11, 2009
Reality TV
I'm a reality TV junkie. If it's real, I'm watching it. If there was a show that showed cows chewing cud, I'd watch it. I use to watch Meerkat Manor until a baby Meerkat was taken off by a big mean owl. I heard it crying and knew where it was headed and as I sat there with my heart in my throat, fighting back tears, I swore to never watch the Meerkats again. It was the same feeling I got when I saw the last scene in that movie "Jeepers Creepers". **shakes with the heebie jeebies**
We don't watch quality reality tv. There is no "Dancing With the Stars" or "The Apprentice" being recorded up in here. Although that juicy fight between Joan Rivers and the trashy poker player peaked our interest briefly. Aside from Bob's unnatural obsession with American Idol, we like our reality tv trashy.
Last night after "Keeping Up With the Kardashians", a show called "The Jersey Shore, Unleashed" came on. Being a southern girl, New Jersey people fascinate me. All the men are oily bohunks named "Antny" and all the girls have long french nails, dark tans and chew gum. They also seem to really like to party, and are not at all discriminate about who they party with. Everyone hooks up in Jersey apparently. Who knew?
Bob and I also really enjoy watching "Pretty Wicked". This show is about a bunch of girls who think they are something special but really don't seem to have that much to offer in the looks department. I'm not sure what the criteria was for casting on "Pretty Wicked", but it's reality tv. So I'm watchin' it.
"Pretty Wicked" took the time slot that was previously taken by a show that we LOVED called "The Bad Girls Club". If you've never seen this show, it's about a gaggle of mean girls who live together in a mansion, fight like tigers and then go out and get their "freak on" with random men. They also cannot get a slurpee at Stop and Go without getting into a hair pulling, shoe throwing fight. The "Pretty Wicked" girls fight, but not like "The Bad Girls Club". Those beyotches are ruthless, they don't walk away without a handful of hair extensions. All the girls in both shows are whores though. Make noooo mistake. Those chicks are slut-tay.
*Bridezillas? YES
*The Anna Nicole show? Oh hell yes
*True Housewives of Orange County? Never miss an episode. I don't like those New York chicks or Atlanta. But they're headed to Jersey, so that's a keeper.
*Engaged and Underage? Are you kidding me? Teenagers who think they are ready for marriage? What's not to like?
*Jon and Kate plus 8? Where else can I learn how NOT to treat my husband, and how NOT to get my hair done?
*My Big Redneck Wedding? I actually got confused once watching this because I thought that the kids had put a tape of one of our family weddings in there. It wasn't until the commercial came on that I realized it was a TV show.
*My Super Sweet Sixteen? Brats with money? Nothing gives you that warm fuzzy feeling like seeing a 16 yr old cuss her mother out for not buying her a BMW instead of a Range Rover.
*Sunset tan? Oh come on, who doesn't watch Sunset Tan? Is Nick gay? Does he really think that Anya is pretty? What about Dr. 90210? Does Dr. Rey really not see how ridiculous he looks? Really?
But my all time favorite reality tv show, the reason I don't hibernate in the summer to avoid the heat? Big Brother baby. It comes on three times a week, it's on for 4 hours every night, and it's AWESOME. The fighting, the yelling, it cannot be matched. I have to wait until after the 4th of July to see it. So until then I have plenty to do. There's always somebody throwing shoes, pulling hair, cussing their mom, or pretending they didn't do what it looked like they were doing under the covers on night vision.
We don't watch quality reality tv. There is no "Dancing With the Stars" or "The Apprentice" being recorded up in here. Although that juicy fight between Joan Rivers and the trashy poker player peaked our interest briefly. Aside from Bob's unnatural obsession with American Idol, we like our reality tv trashy.
Last night after "Keeping Up With the Kardashians", a show called "The Jersey Shore, Unleashed" came on. Being a southern girl, New Jersey people fascinate me. All the men are oily bohunks named "Antny" and all the girls have long french nails, dark tans and chew gum. They also seem to really like to party, and are not at all discriminate about who they party with. Everyone hooks up in Jersey apparently. Who knew?
Bob and I also really enjoy watching "Pretty Wicked". This show is about a bunch of girls who think they are something special but really don't seem to have that much to offer in the looks department. I'm not sure what the criteria was for casting on "Pretty Wicked", but it's reality tv. So I'm watchin' it.
"Pretty Wicked" took the time slot that was previously taken by a show that we LOVED called "The Bad Girls Club". If you've never seen this show, it's about a gaggle of mean girls who live together in a mansion, fight like tigers and then go out and get their "freak on" with random men. They also cannot get a slurpee at Stop and Go without getting into a hair pulling, shoe throwing fight. The "Pretty Wicked" girls fight, but not like "The Bad Girls Club". Those beyotches are ruthless, they don't walk away without a handful of hair extensions. All the girls in both shows are whores though. Make noooo mistake. Those chicks are slut-tay.
*Bridezillas? YES
*The Anna Nicole show? Oh hell yes
*True Housewives of Orange County? Never miss an episode. I don't like those New York chicks or Atlanta. But they're headed to Jersey, so that's a keeper.
*Engaged and Underage? Are you kidding me? Teenagers who think they are ready for marriage? What's not to like?
*Jon and Kate plus 8? Where else can I learn how NOT to treat my husband, and how NOT to get my hair done?
*My Big Redneck Wedding? I actually got confused once watching this because I thought that the kids had put a tape of one of our family weddings in there. It wasn't until the commercial came on that I realized it was a TV show.
*My Super Sweet Sixteen? Brats with money? Nothing gives you that warm fuzzy feeling like seeing a 16 yr old cuss her mother out for not buying her a BMW instead of a Range Rover.
*Sunset tan? Oh come on, who doesn't watch Sunset Tan? Is Nick gay? Does he really think that Anya is pretty? What about Dr. 90210? Does Dr. Rey really not see how ridiculous he looks? Really?
But my all time favorite reality tv show, the reason I don't hibernate in the summer to avoid the heat? Big Brother baby. It comes on three times a week, it's on for 4 hours every night, and it's AWESOME. The fighting, the yelling, it cannot be matched. I have to wait until after the 4th of July to see it. So until then I have plenty to do. There's always somebody throwing shoes, pulling hair, cussing their mom, or pretending they didn't do what it looked like they were doing under the covers on night vision.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Happy Mothers Day
I woke up this morning to handmade cards and a new stainless steel mixing bowl and rubber spatulas, I also got a new whisk. This is exactly what I wanted. I've been a mother for 5 years now, and I think that for the most part I'm doing a pretty good job. But there is a reason for this, I had a really good teacher.
I was fortunate enough to have grown up with an amazing mother. I adore her, she is sweet, kind, loving and beautiful. When she was in high school, she was the sweet girl that everyone loved and admired. The goody goody (nerd). She met my dad when they were just kids, and she married him at 17. No doubt she did it so he would just stop nagging he about it. She survived dad's tour in Guam. Her first time off the dirt roads of Oklahoma, on the plane she drank her finger bowl. Hillbilly fo sho. She endured a ridiculously long pregnancy with me. I was due Jan 1 and came along on Feb 23rd, allegedly with long hair and fingernails. What can I say? It was warm in there. And she knew she was pregnant in April so there is no mistake on the dates. She was a cops wife, and all the fear that comes with that. She got us moved from place to place while dad climbed the corporate ladder. We survived the bust in the
80's! We were always together, and often the 4 of us were all we had. And we were ok with that because she was there, so wherever we lived, she made it home.
When she turned 40 she found out she was pregnant. I was 19, and ok with it even if I did find it a little bit gross. My sister was 15 and not okay with it at all. Mom looked at this as her second chance. As if she never felt she did good enough the first time. How she can think that is beyond me, she's a nerd. She worked while we were growing up, but all I remember is being with her. All of my memories are of her spending all her free time with us, being there when we needed her. If I didn't know better, I would say that she was a full time stay at home mom. Her time with us was quality time. And she made those times that we weren't with her few and far between.
My dad got sick in the mid 90's. For years we didn't know what was wrong, and at times it was frustrating and heartbreaking, but she manned up and did what she swore she would do the day she married him. He's better now, but there are still days that are tough. Most of it is crazy old man stuff, but sometimes it's a bit overwhelming. She once told me that I was like one of those blow up clowns that you punch down and they just keep popping back up. I could say the same thing about her.
She is now a grandma. And she's 100% grandma, the kids adore her. She is warm and soft and cuddly and will do whatever mom and dad won't do. She still smells like she just stepped out of a shower all the time. She is still beautiful, and she still makes us feel like we are the most important things in her life. She keeps going, when some would just lay down and cover their heads and give up. She's funny, ditzy, and cute as a button. Recently she has taken on a sort of "badass" persona. This is a bit bothersome to my sisters and father, I like it. Until she turned it on me, then I had to reel her in. But that's ok, she's reeled me in lots of times. I hope that in 25 years I'm as good a mom and wife as she is. I'm proud of her, and I love her. And I love her lemon pie and pumpkin bread.
Happy Muddah's Day Ma!
I was fortunate enough to have grown up with an amazing mother. I adore her, she is sweet, kind, loving and beautiful. When she was in high school, she was the sweet girl that everyone loved and admired. The goody goody (nerd). She met my dad when they were just kids, and she married him at 17. No doubt she did it so he would just stop nagging he about it. She survived dad's tour in Guam. Her first time off the dirt roads of Oklahoma, on the plane she drank her finger bowl. Hillbilly fo sho. She endured a ridiculously long pregnancy with me. I was due Jan 1 and came along on Feb 23rd, allegedly with long hair and fingernails. What can I say? It was warm in there. And she knew she was pregnant in April so there is no mistake on the dates. She was a cops wife, and all the fear that comes with that. She got us moved from place to place while dad climbed the corporate ladder. We survived the bust in the
80's! We were always together, and often the 4 of us were all we had. And we were ok with that because she was there, so wherever we lived, she made it home.
When she turned 40 she found out she was pregnant. I was 19, and ok with it even if I did find it a little bit gross. My sister was 15 and not okay with it at all. Mom looked at this as her second chance. As if she never felt she did good enough the first time. How she can think that is beyond me, she's a nerd. She worked while we were growing up, but all I remember is being with her. All of my memories are of her spending all her free time with us, being there when we needed her. If I didn't know better, I would say that she was a full time stay at home mom. Her time with us was quality time. And she made those times that we weren't with her few and far between.
My dad got sick in the mid 90's. For years we didn't know what was wrong, and at times it was frustrating and heartbreaking, but she manned up and did what she swore she would do the day she married him. He's better now, but there are still days that are tough. Most of it is crazy old man stuff, but sometimes it's a bit overwhelming. She once told me that I was like one of those blow up clowns that you punch down and they just keep popping back up. I could say the same thing about her.
She is now a grandma. And she's 100% grandma, the kids adore her. She is warm and soft and cuddly and will do whatever mom and dad won't do. She still smells like she just stepped out of a shower all the time. She is still beautiful, and she still makes us feel like we are the most important things in her life. She keeps going, when some would just lay down and cover their heads and give up. She's funny, ditzy, and cute as a button. Recently she has taken on a sort of "badass" persona. This is a bit bothersome to my sisters and father, I like it. Until she turned it on me, then I had to reel her in. But that's ok, she's reeled me in lots of times. I hope that in 25 years I'm as good a mom and wife as she is. I'm proud of her, and I love her. And I love her lemon pie and pumpkin bread.
Happy Muddah's Day Ma!
Saturday, May 9, 2009
The Cutest Thing Ever
Is there anything cuter than a puppy? No. And nothing is cuter than a baby chihuahua. This is my sisters baby, his name is Zucko.
He is twice as big in that pictures as he was a week earlier when she got him. To put things into perspective, here he is with Taco, who weighs all of 6lbs. He was trying to run with the big dogs, but he just couldn't.
He is so tiny, he fits into a tee ball mitt!
Zucko is the cutest, sweetest thing I have held since my babies were tiny. AND, he doesn't spit up, which quite frankly my children were apt to do at any given time. I held him and he chewed on my ear, and sniffed around my face. He has skunky puppy breath, which is disgusting when it's a skunk, but so precious when it's a puppy.
Zucko was named by my nephew Bradley. He's running neck and neck with Zucko in the cutest thing ever department, don't you think? Have you ever seen eyes so blue in your life?
Look at that sweet face! Bradley was nearly 10lbs when he was born, and yet he has always seemed so vulnerable to me. It has to be the baby face. And when he gives you little baby kisses, they smell like sugar cookies. Even if he is sweaty and dirty, which he often is, he still smells like a sugar cookie. If you ask Bradley for a hug, he will tease you and turn his back to you, glance at you sideways and then give in right when you are about to give up. And when he hugs you, yeah you guessed it, you smell sugar cookies. I love sugar cookies.
He is twice as big in that pictures as he was a week earlier when she got him. To put things into perspective, here he is with Taco, who weighs all of 6lbs. He was trying to run with the big dogs, but he just couldn't.
He is so tiny, he fits into a tee ball mitt!
Zucko is the cutest, sweetest thing I have held since my babies were tiny. AND, he doesn't spit up, which quite frankly my children were apt to do at any given time. I held him and he chewed on my ear, and sniffed around my face. He has skunky puppy breath, which is disgusting when it's a skunk, but so precious when it's a puppy.
Zucko was named by my nephew Bradley. He's running neck and neck with Zucko in the cutest thing ever department, don't you think? Have you ever seen eyes so blue in your life?
Look at that sweet face! Bradley was nearly 10lbs when he was born, and yet he has always seemed so vulnerable to me. It has to be the baby face. And when he gives you little baby kisses, they smell like sugar cookies. Even if he is sweaty and dirty, which he often is, he still smells like a sugar cookie. If you ask Bradley for a hug, he will tease you and turn his back to you, glance at you sideways and then give in right when you are about to give up. And when he hugs you, yeah you guessed it, you smell sugar cookies. I love sugar cookies.
Busy Busy Busy
This is always a crazy time of year for me. First of all, I have finals. Those alone are butt kickers. Then the end of the school year brings class trips, PTO events, awards assembly and kindergarten graduation (don't get me started or I'll cry a river). I am also managing both Jack and Sydney's tee-ball teams, and coaching Syds. Sydney also has her tumbling recital at the end of the month. So that means that I am doing something every night of the week. And I love every stinking minute of it. I wouldn't give up a thing.
Yesterday was PTO fun day. I spent the day outside manning giant inflatables and sweating like a large farm animal. Jack loves giant inflatables. Sydney took this picture of him.
Then later that day Sydney had ball practice, so I was out there all sweaty and unathletic. Actually, to my credit, I can catch a tee ball pretty well. Then again a 4 yr old threw it so take that as you will. I went to bed last night sun-kissed and exhausted. BUT, my makeup totally held up all day. Bravo Bare Minerals! When I got home late last night, Bob told me that I looked pretty. He says that when he knows he is suppose to, but this was pretty random so I knew he meant it.
My kids are so athletic. I am so not, so they must get it from their dad. He has amazing athletic ability, and he makes everything look so effortless. I am not shocked by Jack's natural ability, because I've watched him for years. What I did not expect is for my precious little girl to knock the freaking ball out of the park! She's a powerhouse! Here's Aunt Desi showing her how to hit the ball.
And that's all she needed!
And she doesn't mess around either, she doesn't ever seem to get tired, and she loves being active. Thank God. Because I'm a lazy pud. I'm going to brag, she's the kid in gymnastics that the coach has the other kids watch to see how to do things the right way. She's very disciplined. At sports, not in life. Look at her, telling Lily to catch the ball!
So if we can survive until school is out, I think I'll be able to slow down. Until then I'm all in.
Yesterday was PTO fun day. I spent the day outside manning giant inflatables and sweating like a large farm animal. Jack loves giant inflatables. Sydney took this picture of him.
Then later that day Sydney had ball practice, so I was out there all sweaty and unathletic. Actually, to my credit, I can catch a tee ball pretty well. Then again a 4 yr old threw it so take that as you will. I went to bed last night sun-kissed and exhausted. BUT, my makeup totally held up all day. Bravo Bare Minerals! When I got home late last night, Bob told me that I looked pretty. He says that when he knows he is suppose to, but this was pretty random so I knew he meant it.
My kids are so athletic. I am so not, so they must get it from their dad. He has amazing athletic ability, and he makes everything look so effortless. I am not shocked by Jack's natural ability, because I've watched him for years. What I did not expect is for my precious little girl to knock the freaking ball out of the park! She's a powerhouse! Here's Aunt Desi showing her how to hit the ball.
And that's all she needed!
And she doesn't mess around either, she doesn't ever seem to get tired, and she loves being active. Thank God. Because I'm a lazy pud. I'm going to brag, she's the kid in gymnastics that the coach has the other kids watch to see how to do things the right way. She's very disciplined. At sports, not in life. Look at her, telling Lily to catch the ball!
So if we can survive until school is out, I think I'll be able to slow down. Until then I'm all in.
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