1. Forgot about my doc appt- need to find last minute sitter.
2. LB is eating the bowl of dog food; Puppy is eating the bowl of Cheerios. Whiskey tango foxtrot??
3. There are two flies that buzz by my head whenever I put the fly swatter down. F*ckers.
4. Friggin sick of the wife drama. Enough already.
5. LB is pissed because I won't let him play with the toilet brush, used fly swatter, or pair of scissors he pulled off the counter.
6. Wishing my son spoke intelligently so I could speak intelligently back. Right now, it's just me saying "no" and a bunch of cuss words flying out my mouth.
7. Feel like a terrible mom for swearing at my toddler.
8. Not sure if we should keep Puppy- he's increasingly aggressive to LB. But LB instigates. And doesn't listen when I say "no" to smacking Puppy in the face or pulling his ears.
9. There's a mosquito colony living in my son's room that I can't find. He wakes up every morning with more bites on him.
10. Have been feeling like I'm treading water during this deployment, but today I feel like I'm drowning. Can't get anything done while LB is awake.
11. Fighting pregnancy sniffles. I've gone through boxes of tissues. Not sure if it's actually allergies, but I don't think allergies cause nosebleeds.
12. Wish Puppy would stop sticking his wet nose all over me. Dog slobber = gross.
13. I don't know, and don't care to know, random people that may be related to me genetically in the slightest. Stop friend-requesting me, sending me messages, writing on my wall, etc. I'd shut down my facebook, but I don't want to. I may just end up blocking those people- I have no problem taking people off that interfere with my normal life. Yes, it was nice to know my "roots", but I'm done. Please take the hint when I don't talk to you, or respond to you!! And don't even think about friend-requesting my husband and other relatives again.
14. I wish Puppy would stop looking at me with this dejected look in his eyes when I give LB a cookie or something. I don't friggin starve the dog- he has food. He gets treats. They're just not people-food treats. Get over it, Puppy, it's never gonna happen, so quit your begging!
The good news: ultrasound today which means pictures possibly, installed and set up my printer to work wirelessly and felt like Bill Gates, and only 11 more weeks until baby #2 is born.
6/28/09
You know you're a Navy wife when...
1. You go to a civilian grocery store, flash your dependent ID, then freak out because you didn't go to an ATM to tip the baggers.
2. You don't bat an eye when your husband says he needs to use the head.
3. You think cars that don't have colorful stickers on the windshield look funny.
4. You can whip up a dish in just a few minutes to take to that potluck today that your husband just told you about.
5. Your appreciation for email and phone conversations is much greater than the average woman.
6. You can move across the country with two weeks notice.
7. You know all those Navy acronyms and what they mean (most of the time!).
8. You can manage a household all on your own during a deployment.
Feel free to leave a comment finishing "You know you're a Navy wife when..."! :)
2. You don't bat an eye when your husband says he needs to use the head.
3. You think cars that don't have colorful stickers on the windshield look funny.
4. You can whip up a dish in just a few minutes to take to that potluck today that your husband just told you about.
5. Your appreciation for email and phone conversations is much greater than the average woman.
6. You can move across the country with two weeks notice.
7. You know all those Navy acronyms and what they mean (most of the time!).
8. You can manage a household all on your own during a deployment.
Feel free to leave a comment finishing "You know you're a Navy wife when..."! :)
6/25/09
Warning: Bitchy rant ahead. Proceed with caution.
1. No unsolicited advice, please. Do I even need to say that? It's rude- don't do it.
2. Don't assume I'm a complete f-ing moron. Or I'll kick your a$$.
3. Is it wrong of me to think that it's rude to throw a kid's birthday party a month early, because the family is moving away? It seems like an attempt to get as many presents as possible before moving to a place where they don't know anyone. If you really want to get everyone together one last time, just throw a friggin farewell party. Don't try to trick us and disguise it as your kid's birthday party, because I can see through that. You don't really care about seeing people again- you just want free stuff for your kid.
4. If my car gets another ding or dent or chip in the paint at the commissary parking lot, I will scream at the top of my lungs. Seriously, how does this happen when I park as far away from the entrance as possible???
5. Can someone please invent the Toddler Roomba?? I would love to have one just follow LB around, sucking up all the destruction the kid leaves behind.
6. Since North Korea has the maturity of a tween and has been making increasing threats against the US, I wish OPSEC was followed a little more closely. It's not just about one family, it's about all of them. If you're a sub wife, read Blind Man's Bluff... then imagine our enemies doing the same thing... then try telling me that disclosing the boat's schedule on Facebook is a good idea. Go ahead, try. I will probably punch you in the face.
7. There seems to be a lot more death this year than any other year, with people I know and celebrities. It's getting depressing to hear about how many people are passing away. I hope this streak ends soon.
8. Dinner tonight will be a brownie sundae. Screw nutrition.
9. Just one day and my house is a disater.
2. Don't assume I'm a complete f-ing moron. Or I'll kick your a$$.
3. Is it wrong of me to think that it's rude to throw a kid's birthday party a month early, because the family is moving away? It seems like an attempt to get as many presents as possible before moving to a place where they don't know anyone. If you really want to get everyone together one last time, just throw a friggin farewell party. Don't try to trick us and disguise it as your kid's birthday party, because I can see through that. You don't really care about seeing people again- you just want free stuff for your kid.
4. If my car gets another ding or dent or chip in the paint at the commissary parking lot, I will scream at the top of my lungs. Seriously, how does this happen when I park as far away from the entrance as possible???
5. Can someone please invent the Toddler Roomba?? I would love to have one just follow LB around, sucking up all the destruction the kid leaves behind.
6. Since North Korea has the maturity of a tween and has been making increasing threats against the US, I wish OPSEC was followed a little more closely. It's not just about one family, it's about all of them. If you're a sub wife, read Blind Man's Bluff... then imagine our enemies doing the same thing... then try telling me that disclosing the boat's schedule on Facebook is a good idea. Go ahead, try. I will probably punch you in the face.
7. There seems to be a lot more death this year than any other year, with people I know and celebrities. It's getting depressing to hear about how many people are passing away. I hope this streak ends soon.
8. Dinner tonight will be a brownie sundae. Screw nutrition.
9. Just one day and my house is a disater.
6/22/09
Happy Father's Day
LB doesn't really know what today is. He has no idea what Father's Day means, or even where Daddy is. So I will tell you why I love Hubby as a dad, from my point of view...
1. He is so in love with LB, despite getting peed on, pooped on, and spit up on.
2. He makes so many sacrifices to better our life together as a family.
3. He has changed diapers, given baths, and fed LB bottles, even after working a 16 hour day.
4. He gets excited about new things LB can do.
5. He loves spending time with LB, even when we just chill out at home.
6. He thinks about LB when they are not together, and tapes up pictures of him on the boat instead of naked ladies.
7. He took care of LB for a week while I was laid up in bed after he was born.
We love you Daddy/Hubby!!!
1. He is so in love with LB, despite getting peed on, pooped on, and spit up on.
2. He makes so many sacrifices to better our life together as a family.
3. He has changed diapers, given baths, and fed LB bottles, even after working a 16 hour day.
4. He gets excited about new things LB can do.
5. He loves spending time with LB, even when we just chill out at home.
6. He thinks about LB when they are not together, and tapes up pictures of him on the boat instead of naked ladies.
7. He took care of LB for a week while I was laid up in bed after he was born.
We love you Daddy/Hubby!!!
6/21/09
Warped sense of reality
I am definitely not living a normal life right now. Sometimes I catch myself thinking the strangest things.
For example, just the other day, I was watching this show on tv (probably MTV or something), and I thought how abnormal these girls looked with super-flat stomachs. I actually have become so used to being gigantic and pregnant all the friggin time that it looks weird to me to see girls with flat bellies.
And when I daydream about our future house, I can't escape the renter's mentality. It's nearly impossible to talk myself into making permanent changes to our hypothetical house, like drilling holes or painting, because I'm always thinking, we're so gonna get charged for this. Which is stupid, because when we own a home, who the hell would be charging us?
It's been about five months since Hubby deployed, and even though I miss him, it doesn't seem like it's been so long. The average person doesn't usually go five months without seeing their significant other. Looking at a six month deployment as "not so bad" isn't normal at all.
I guess my version of typical is just really atypical.
For example, just the other day, I was watching this show on tv (probably MTV or something), and I thought how abnormal these girls looked with super-flat stomachs. I actually have become so used to being gigantic and pregnant all the friggin time that it looks weird to me to see girls with flat bellies.
And when I daydream about our future house, I can't escape the renter's mentality. It's nearly impossible to talk myself into making permanent changes to our hypothetical house, like drilling holes or painting, because I'm always thinking, we're so gonna get charged for this. Which is stupid, because when we own a home, who the hell would be charging us?
It's been about five months since Hubby deployed, and even though I miss him, it doesn't seem like it's been so long. The average person doesn't usually go five months without seeing their significant other. Looking at a six month deployment as "not so bad" isn't normal at all.
I guess my version of typical is just really atypical.
6/19/09
Friday recipe
Slow Cooker Coq au Vin
Ingredients:
8 slices of bacon
3 to 3 1/2 lb. cut-up broiler-fryer chicken
4 medium carrots, cut into 2 inch pieces
1/3 cup all-purpose flour
1 tsp. salt
1/4 tsp. black pepper
3/4 cup frozen small whole onions
1 cup chicken broth
1 cup dry red wine
1 clove garlic
Bouquet garni (Tie 1/2 tsp dried thyme leaves, 2 large sprigs fresh parsley, and 1 bay leaf in cheesecloth bag or place in tea ball)
3 cups sliced mushrooms
How To:
Cook, drain, and crumble bacon; refrigerate. Cooke chicken in bacon fat over medium heat for 15 minutes or until brown on all sides. Place carrots in 3 1/2 to 6 quart slow cooker. Top with chicken. Mix remaining ingredients except mushrooms and bacon; pour over chicken. Cover and cook on low setting 4 to 6 hours or until juice of chicken is no longer pink when centers of thickest pieces are cut. Stir in mushrooms and bacon. Cover and cook on high heat setting 30 minutes. Remove bouquet garni; skim off excess fat and serve.
*The Larissa Way: Use baby carrots, put the chicken in the cooker raw (forget browning), chop up whatever onion is in the fridge, and just throw the spices in (forget the cheesecloth). I wanted to make it easier for myself! :)
Ingredients:
8 slices of bacon
3 to 3 1/2 lb. cut-up broiler-fryer chicken
4 medium carrots, cut into 2 inch pieces
1/3 cup all-purpose flour
1 tsp. salt
1/4 tsp. black pepper
3/4 cup frozen small whole onions
1 cup chicken broth
1 cup dry red wine
1 clove garlic
Bouquet garni (Tie 1/2 tsp dried thyme leaves, 2 large sprigs fresh parsley, and 1 bay leaf in cheesecloth bag or place in tea ball)
3 cups sliced mushrooms
How To:
Cook, drain, and crumble bacon; refrigerate. Cooke chicken in bacon fat over medium heat for 15 minutes or until brown on all sides. Place carrots in 3 1/2 to 6 quart slow cooker. Top with chicken. Mix remaining ingredients except mushrooms and bacon; pour over chicken. Cover and cook on low setting 4 to 6 hours or until juice of chicken is no longer pink when centers of thickest pieces are cut. Stir in mushrooms and bacon. Cover and cook on high heat setting 30 minutes. Remove bouquet garni; skim off excess fat and serve.
*The Larissa Way: Use baby carrots, put the chicken in the cooker raw (forget browning), chop up whatever onion is in the fridge, and just throw the spices in (forget the cheesecloth). I wanted to make it easier for myself! :)
6/17/09
It's one of those days...
I only posted a few hours ago, but it's amazing how quickly your day can go down the crapper.
This guy I knew was murdered in a bar brawl in MA. He used to be engaged to a high school friend of mine. Apparently, he was trying to stick up for someone and ended up dead. In the news article, it says a 24 year old kid was arrested for stabbing a husband and wife during the same bar fight. My guess is that he was trying to break it up. I don't know for sure. But whatever happened, it's a horrible tragedy.
I took a nap during Sesame Street. I've been cranky and tired for weeks now, not to mention the sciatica and heart palpitations. I'm ready for this whole pregnancy thing to be over. During my nap, I found out exactly how much destruction a 17 month old can make.
LB figured out how to unscrew the lid to his sippy cup. He then dumped the contents all over the floor. On the tile? Nope, the carpet. Was it juice or water? Nope, it was milk. A cup of milk all in the carpet. And I ran out of paper towels, so I tried to get as much up as I could, but I know my carpet is still going to reek.
He also tore a few pages out of Hubby's biology textbook. I told Hubby that it was a bad idea to put them on the bookshelf. I mean, it's not like we're going to reread them, and they're expensive! But he did, and LB has been messing with them since he could. I don't plan on telling Hubby about the textbook.
And, LB found my wallet (I have no idea how) and pulled all my credit cards and insurance cards out. Then, he must have thrown them up in the air because they are completely scattered around. I'm still looking for the Blockbuster card.
Still recovering from my harddrive crash, too. Lots of programs were installed before we bought the computer, so now we have to actually pay for them, like Microsoft Office and Works. My biggest irritation is that I lost my address book, so I've been trying to come up with address off the top of my head.
Got an annoying email from a flutist asking where the hell I'd been for the past few rehearsals. Kinda wish I had told her to stuff it. I can barely stay awake during the day- forget about rehearsals lasting 'til 9pm! So I just said I'm too exhausted to go.
The kitchen is a disaster. Wish I could nap during LB's nap, but I'm afraid the dirty dishes will grow legs and jump on me until I wake up.
Only a few good things came from today. The lawn ninjas finally did their job and cut my grass. I'm having dinner with a friend who always is fun to be around. And I'm supposed to skype with my parents. It's not even noon, and I'm ready for this day to be over... and I just caught a whiff of poop. Duty calls.
I wish life came with sick days, or personal days, because I would totally take one today. I just want to sit on my couch all day with a stiff drink in my hand.
This guy I knew was murdered in a bar brawl in MA. He used to be engaged to a high school friend of mine. Apparently, he was trying to stick up for someone and ended up dead. In the news article, it says a 24 year old kid was arrested for stabbing a husband and wife during the same bar fight. My guess is that he was trying to break it up. I don't know for sure. But whatever happened, it's a horrible tragedy.
I took a nap during Sesame Street. I've been cranky and tired for weeks now, not to mention the sciatica and heart palpitations. I'm ready for this whole pregnancy thing to be over. During my nap, I found out exactly how much destruction a 17 month old can make.
LB figured out how to unscrew the lid to his sippy cup. He then dumped the contents all over the floor. On the tile? Nope, the carpet. Was it juice or water? Nope, it was milk. A cup of milk all in the carpet. And I ran out of paper towels, so I tried to get as much up as I could, but I know my carpet is still going to reek.
He also tore a few pages out of Hubby's biology textbook. I told Hubby that it was a bad idea to put them on the bookshelf. I mean, it's not like we're going to reread them, and they're expensive! But he did, and LB has been messing with them since he could. I don't plan on telling Hubby about the textbook.
And, LB found my wallet (I have no idea how) and pulled all my credit cards and insurance cards out. Then, he must have thrown them up in the air because they are completely scattered around. I'm still looking for the Blockbuster card.
Still recovering from my harddrive crash, too. Lots of programs were installed before we bought the computer, so now we have to actually pay for them, like Microsoft Office and Works. My biggest irritation is that I lost my address book, so I've been trying to come up with address off the top of my head.
Got an annoying email from a flutist asking where the hell I'd been for the past few rehearsals. Kinda wish I had told her to stuff it. I can barely stay awake during the day- forget about rehearsals lasting 'til 9pm! So I just said I'm too exhausted to go.
The kitchen is a disaster. Wish I could nap during LB's nap, but I'm afraid the dirty dishes will grow legs and jump on me until I wake up.
Only a few good things came from today. The lawn ninjas finally did their job and cut my grass. I'm having dinner with a friend who always is fun to be around. And I'm supposed to skype with my parents. It's not even noon, and I'm ready for this day to be over... and I just caught a whiff of poop. Duty calls.
I wish life came with sick days, or personal days, because I would totally take one today. I just want to sit on my couch all day with a stiff drink in my hand.
The ugly side of pregnancy
No, I don't have poison ivy. No, I don't have bed bugs. No, I don't have leprosy. I have prurigo gestationis.
It's a stupid, itchy pregnancy rash that only affects 1 in 300 pregnancies. Considering I've had it twice now, I think it's statistically safe to assume that my 598 closest female friends that may have children will not have it. That's 0.16%, so of course it's happening to me. It only appears on my arms and legs and it lasts all day long, and if you have it once, you will most likely get it again. With LB, I got the rash before I found out I was even pregnant, and it lasted until 6 weeks postpartum... that's almost a year of constant itching. This time, I had a tiny bit of it while in NH, but this morning it has made a full appearance- check it out above.
There's nothing the docs can do about it, except give me zyrtec, which didn't really do anything. I've tried a million creams and sprays and lotions, but nothing seems to make it go away.
But what kills me is why I have this. It's an allergic reaction to pregnancy hormones... so pretty much, my body is telling me that I'm allergic to being pregnant. Seriously. I wish I could make this stuff up.
So I guess now I have to just deal with it until the baby makes his appearance and my hormones return to normal.
Yippee.
6/14/09
Praise Pediasure!!!
LB is so picky at night that he often doesn't eat more than a few bites. I've tried feeding him different foods, or at different times, but he just isn't a big fan of eating after 3pm. That would be fine, I don't want to push the issue, but he wakes up at 6am or earlier starving! So I've started to trick him.
Instead of a cup of milk before brushing his teeth, he gets a cup of Pediasure. That stuff has, like, 240 calories in just one cup and lots of protein and stuff. It says on the bottle that it can be used as a meal substitute, although I don't want to go that far- LB still has to eat something (per me). But at least he's been sleeping more at night, which means so have I! And the more he eats, the more I'll substitute milk for the Pediasure, but right now my main concern is him not waking up to a growling belly at 5am.
It's 7:50am right now.... LB went to bed last night at 7:30pm, fell right asleep, and I haven't heard a peep from him! I'm so loving this Pediasure stuff. :)
Instead of a cup of milk before brushing his teeth, he gets a cup of Pediasure. That stuff has, like, 240 calories in just one cup and lots of protein and stuff. It says on the bottle that it can be used as a meal substitute, although I don't want to go that far- LB still has to eat something (per me). But at least he's been sleeping more at night, which means so have I! And the more he eats, the more I'll substitute milk for the Pediasure, but right now my main concern is him not waking up to a growling belly at 5am.
It's 7:50am right now.... LB went to bed last night at 7:30pm, fell right asleep, and I haven't heard a peep from him! I'm so loving this Pediasure stuff. :)
6/13/09
Owie
LB woke up this morning with four welts on his arms- three on his left arm and one on his right. They were big red welts and a little swollen. I'm pretty sure they are spider bites, but I didn't see anything in his crib. The insect must have gotten stuck in his pjs (poor LB).
So he's been a little cranky and doesn't want me touching his arms, but thankfully hasn't run a fever or hasn't been sick to his stomach, so I'm glad it wasn't anything to freak out over. I've just been putting hydrocortisone on the bites to help with any itching and swelling, but I still feel so bad! I mean, it's my duty to protect my child, and I wasn't there when he got bit!
I guess I'm beating myself up over it. I couldn't possibly know that last night there was a bug in his crib. I do look at his sheets just to check (especially after the centipede invasion), so I guess besides sleeping in his room, I did all I could do. But I just know when other people look at him, they're going to think "Uh, where was his mother while he was getting bit FOUR times??"
Times like these, being a mom has made me feel like the most incompetent person on the planet!
*I know I'm not. I mean, I do some pretty bad things, like let him watch a little too much TV, or let him cry it out when he has a temper tantrum, but overall, I know I'm not completely incompetent. Just look at the Parenting Genius....
So he's been a little cranky and doesn't want me touching his arms, but thankfully hasn't run a fever or hasn't been sick to his stomach, so I'm glad it wasn't anything to freak out over. I've just been putting hydrocortisone on the bites to help with any itching and swelling, but I still feel so bad! I mean, it's my duty to protect my child, and I wasn't there when he got bit!
I guess I'm beating myself up over it. I couldn't possibly know that last night there was a bug in his crib. I do look at his sheets just to check (especially after the centipede invasion), so I guess besides sleeping in his room, I did all I could do. But I just know when other people look at him, they're going to think "Uh, where was his mother while he was getting bit FOUR times??"
Times like these, being a mom has made me feel like the most incompetent person on the planet!
*I know I'm not. I mean, I do some pretty bad things, like let him watch a little too much TV, or let him cry it out when he has a temper tantrum, but overall, I know I'm not completely incompetent. Just look at the Parenting Genius....
6/10/09
Clusterf*ck
Noun: Military term for an operation in which multiple things have gone wrong. Related to SNAFU (Situation Normal, All F*cked Up) and "FUBAR" (F*cked Up Beyond All Repair). *As quoted from www.urbandictionary.com.
I'm having a hard time discerning my role in a particular situation. There are some guidelines (we'll call them the BL) which illustrate my duties, and there are situations I have volunteered for, which come with pretty common-sense responsibilities. But it seems that my toes are being stepped on repeatedly by the same people, and I don't think I'm the only one.
I volunteered my services for a particular project. It entails supervision, making a few changes, and pretty much taking care of things so other people don't have to worry about them. They know I'm doing it, so it's one less thing to worry about. But what happens when another person starts running the show and making changes? Do I suggest they take over, considering my role as supervisor appears to be null? Do I even approach the tiny things they have done? Or do I just let it slip by... just like I've let all those other minor things slip by?
This afternoon, I came across some correspondence. According to the BL, these situations should be discussed within a certain circle of people.... all of whom were noticably absent in the receipt of said correspondence. It was just sheer curiousity that allowed me to happen to find out about it. And the people that were privy to that information were not within the circle- they were "associates"... people who are not officially involved, but more like supporters and coaches, not leaders. The person that originated this correspondence is part of the circle, but why she chose to leave out the others is beyond me.
Another project requires the assistance of an associate who refuses to provide it to me. This may be making me look bad to the collective group, since they do not have knowledge of the lack of communication. Do I confront this person? I have requested said information numerous times, only to receive the response of no response.
The BL exists for a reason, and that reason is to avoid conflict and confusion when delegating responsibilities within the circle. When expectations are straight-forward, there is less likely to be awkward moments such as these. Responsibilities for each person in the circle (and for the associates) are clearly explained, so why are we not following them? Is it just that we can't stand up to one particular person who is making it difficult to do our own jobs? Is it because we don't want to piss off the head honchos? Well, I find it frustrating that I am expected to do certain duties, but cannot do them all because they are done behind my back without any collaboration or notification. And I find it irritating that my role, chosen by the collective group, is being ignored by behind-the-curtains correspondence.
What makes this even more annoying is that I was asked by an associate to fill this role. Why put me within the circle if there's no point to the circle any more? If the associates want so desperately to run the show, then I say let them. Even though they are not actually allowed because of their position, I'm tired of playing catch up and being the last to know. Don't ask me to be part of something just to disregard my existance and responsibilities within the group.
I'm having a hard time discerning my role in a particular situation. There are some guidelines (we'll call them the BL) which illustrate my duties, and there are situations I have volunteered for, which come with pretty common-sense responsibilities. But it seems that my toes are being stepped on repeatedly by the same people, and I don't think I'm the only one.
I volunteered my services for a particular project. It entails supervision, making a few changes, and pretty much taking care of things so other people don't have to worry about them. They know I'm doing it, so it's one less thing to worry about. But what happens when another person starts running the show and making changes? Do I suggest they take over, considering my role as supervisor appears to be null? Do I even approach the tiny things they have done? Or do I just let it slip by... just like I've let all those other minor things slip by?
This afternoon, I came across some correspondence. According to the BL, these situations should be discussed within a certain circle of people.... all of whom were noticably absent in the receipt of said correspondence. It was just sheer curiousity that allowed me to happen to find out about it. And the people that were privy to that information were not within the circle- they were "associates"... people who are not officially involved, but more like supporters and coaches, not leaders. The person that originated this correspondence is part of the circle, but why she chose to leave out the others is beyond me.
Another project requires the assistance of an associate who refuses to provide it to me. This may be making me look bad to the collective group, since they do not have knowledge of the lack of communication. Do I confront this person? I have requested said information numerous times, only to receive the response of no response.
The BL exists for a reason, and that reason is to avoid conflict and confusion when delegating responsibilities within the circle. When expectations are straight-forward, there is less likely to be awkward moments such as these. Responsibilities for each person in the circle (and for the associates) are clearly explained, so why are we not following them? Is it just that we can't stand up to one particular person who is making it difficult to do our own jobs? Is it because we don't want to piss off the head honchos? Well, I find it frustrating that I am expected to do certain duties, but cannot do them all because they are done behind my back without any collaboration or notification. And I find it irritating that my role, chosen by the collective group, is being ignored by behind-the-curtains correspondence.
What makes this even more annoying is that I was asked by an associate to fill this role. Why put me within the circle if there's no point to the circle any more? If the associates want so desperately to run the show, then I say let them. Even though they are not actually allowed because of their position, I'm tired of playing catch up and being the last to know. Don't ask me to be part of something just to disregard my existance and responsibilities within the group.
6/9/09
Dinner for one...
...just doesn't work. I've halved recipes. I've quartered recipes. And I still end up making way too much food!
I have taco leftovers, chili-mac leftovers, and pork chops with potatoes leftovers. And, I hate eating the same thing all the time, so what am I going to do with these leftovers? I need LB to be about a decade older, so he can start eating me out of house and home. I know when we have two teenage boys, I'll be saying the opposite- complaining that there's never any food in the house because the boys eat everything. But right now, I'm needing a dinner partner... or 2 or 3...
There's something about being pregnant that makes me want to cook. I don't know, maybe I just want to feed the baby something homemade and not processed, or maybe I just feel domesticated being pregnant, barefoot, and in the kitchen (holy crap, have I become a '50s cliche??). But I can't stop. And last time I was pregnant, my doctor actually told me that I had to share what I cook because I was gaining too much weight (oops), but there's no one here that will eat my cooking, except for Puppy.
Any takers for dinner? I also do desserts- tonight's dessert is homemade oatmeal raisin cookies. :)
I have taco leftovers, chili-mac leftovers, and pork chops with potatoes leftovers. And, I hate eating the same thing all the time, so what am I going to do with these leftovers? I need LB to be about a decade older, so he can start eating me out of house and home. I know when we have two teenage boys, I'll be saying the opposite- complaining that there's never any food in the house because the boys eat everything. But right now, I'm needing a dinner partner... or 2 or 3...
There's something about being pregnant that makes me want to cook. I don't know, maybe I just want to feed the baby something homemade and not processed, or maybe I just feel domesticated being pregnant, barefoot, and in the kitchen (holy crap, have I become a '50s cliche??). But I can't stop. And last time I was pregnant, my doctor actually told me that I had to share what I cook because I was gaining too much weight (oops), but there's no one here that will eat my cooking, except for Puppy.
Any takers for dinner? I also do desserts- tonight's dessert is homemade oatmeal raisin cookies. :)
6/7/09
Not feeling it
I'm in a bad mood today. I don't know why. I'm just all pissy and exhausted.
Last night, I went out with some boat wives to dinner and movie. We saw The Hangover, by the way. Pretty funny! Saw a preview for Bruno- gotta see that with the ladies. We had a really good time- I'm glad we could plan it so I could get a sitter in advance. Anyway, I came home at 10:30 last night, not too late. I spent about an hour writing to the Hubby and checking facebook and catching some SNL before I went to sleep. Then I woke up at about 3am- I swear I felt like I was going into labor. Just Braxton Hicks coupled with gas, but it sucked. Then LB woke up before 7am.
So all morning, and I know I'm a terrible mom for doing this, I left the Disney channel on and took a nap on the couch. I was so tired! And I feel like I could sleep some more. I've been like this for the past couple of days, and I don't know if it's because the pregnancy is just progressing or what, but I'm sick of it. It's so frustrating to be exhausted all the time... which is putting me in a pissy mood.
Some of the boat ladies were going to the beach today, but I haven't heard which beach, which is probably better that way. I don't think I could chase LB around out in the hot sun today- not being this tired. I really think this might be one of those "lay around the house" days. Totally boring for LB, but I just can't get my fat ass moving. That's another thing that's pissing me off. I know that I'm supposed to gain weight because I'm pregnant, but it's bothering me that I'm already at the weight I am. I love my kids so much, but I'm not too thrilled about the extra pounds that come along with it.
Pair the low self-esteem, Braxton Hicks from last night, and an early bird of a son, and I'm just in one of those moods. Grumpy. Exasperated. Lazy. Hormone-induced emotional. And all I can think about is, I can't wait until Hubby gets home.
Last night, I went out with some boat wives to dinner and movie. We saw The Hangover, by the way. Pretty funny! Saw a preview for Bruno- gotta see that with the ladies. We had a really good time- I'm glad we could plan it so I could get a sitter in advance. Anyway, I came home at 10:30 last night, not too late. I spent about an hour writing to the Hubby and checking facebook and catching some SNL before I went to sleep. Then I woke up at about 3am- I swear I felt like I was going into labor. Just Braxton Hicks coupled with gas, but it sucked. Then LB woke up before 7am.
So all morning, and I know I'm a terrible mom for doing this, I left the Disney channel on and took a nap on the couch. I was so tired! And I feel like I could sleep some more. I've been like this for the past couple of days, and I don't know if it's because the pregnancy is just progressing or what, but I'm sick of it. It's so frustrating to be exhausted all the time... which is putting me in a pissy mood.
Some of the boat ladies were going to the beach today, but I haven't heard which beach, which is probably better that way. I don't think I could chase LB around out in the hot sun today- not being this tired. I really think this might be one of those "lay around the house" days. Totally boring for LB, but I just can't get my fat ass moving. That's another thing that's pissing me off. I know that I'm supposed to gain weight because I'm pregnant, but it's bothering me that I'm already at the weight I am. I love my kids so much, but I'm not too thrilled about the extra pounds that come along with it.
Pair the low self-esteem, Braxton Hicks from last night, and an early bird of a son, and I'm just in one of those moods. Grumpy. Exasperated. Lazy. Hormone-induced emotional. And all I can think about is, I can't wait until Hubby gets home.
6/6/09
Proud of my LB
A few days ago, I took LB to see his first movie in a theater. The local theater has a "Crybaby Matinee", which means you can see a current film but can also bring your screaming kids. Children under 5 are free (score!), and adults just pay the matinee price. Sounded like a good idea, so I got LB ready and met my neighbor and her three kids there.
I was so ecstatic at how well the movie went. We saw "Up"- I won't ruin the movie for those of you that haven't seen it, but it did make me cry in the beginning, thinking about my grandpa. Thank goodness for dark theaters! They also had a changing table inside the theater, and a place to park strollers. LB stayed in his stroller next to my seat (he's still a little young to be restraint-free in public... and I'm a little too preggers to be running after him). He drank his juice and ate Goldfish and raisins the whole time. There were a few baby-babble outbursts from him, but overall he was just entranced by the movie. Especially the colorful balloons.
The rest of the theater was surprisingly quiet! There were a bunch of babies and kids, but I guess if you plop them down in front of Pixar, they're bound to be quiet, haha. There were only a few couples in the audience- most of it were parents and their kids- and you could tell they had no idea it was the Crybaby Matinee, but oh well.
So overall, LB did extremely well! I don't think he's anywhere near ready for an adult movie time, but these Crybaby Matinees work out really well for us. I just wish we had known about it sooner!
I was so ecstatic at how well the movie went. We saw "Up"- I won't ruin the movie for those of you that haven't seen it, but it did make me cry in the beginning, thinking about my grandpa. Thank goodness for dark theaters! They also had a changing table inside the theater, and a place to park strollers. LB stayed in his stroller next to my seat (he's still a little young to be restraint-free in public... and I'm a little too preggers to be running after him). He drank his juice and ate Goldfish and raisins the whole time. There were a few baby-babble outbursts from him, but overall he was just entranced by the movie. Especially the colorful balloons.
The rest of the theater was surprisingly quiet! There were a bunch of babies and kids, but I guess if you plop them down in front of Pixar, they're bound to be quiet, haha. There were only a few couples in the audience- most of it were parents and their kids- and you could tell they had no idea it was the Crybaby Matinee, but oh well.
So overall, LB did extremely well! I don't think he's anywhere near ready for an adult movie time, but these Crybaby Matinees work out really well for us. I just wish we had known about it sooner!
6/5/09
Housefly Sex A-Trax
Now that LB can open doors, and Puppy likes to be let out but not locked out, we've had a million flies enter the house. It was getting to the point where I was using the swatter to kill about ten a day. Gross. So I went to the Outdoor Center and bought a fly trap. It's the kind that's just a roll of sticky paper.
When I took it out of the box, I put it on the windowsill, out of LB's reach, but near where the flies congregate. Inside the box were two packets of Sex A-Trax. Woah. Apparently, it's this stuff that flies are, like, wicked into... kinda gross to think that flies have sex drives. Anyway, it said to sprinkle it on the fly trap. To quote: "To enhance housefly attraction,... sprinkle entire contents of Housefly Sex A-Trax over... sticky area of the Stick-A-Fly Trap."
I didn't think I'd need it, but after an hour, it had only caught two flies, so I thought, what the hell. I sprinkled it on, then waited. After two hours (two hours), there were 22 flies on the trap! I didn't even realize there were that many in the house! By the end of the day, I had counted 44 flies and 1 mosquito (with an apparent identity crisis).
I don't know what's more gross- having 44 flies in your house (thank you LB & Puppy... I don't have enough to do around here), or needing to use housefly pheromones.
When I took it out of the box, I put it on the windowsill, out of LB's reach, but near where the flies congregate. Inside the box were two packets of Sex A-Trax. Woah. Apparently, it's this stuff that flies are, like, wicked into... kinda gross to think that flies have sex drives. Anyway, it said to sprinkle it on the fly trap. To quote: "To enhance housefly attraction,... sprinkle entire contents of Housefly Sex A-Trax over... sticky area of the Stick-A-Fly Trap."
I didn't think I'd need it, but after an hour, it had only caught two flies, so I thought, what the hell. I sprinkled it on, then waited. After two hours (two hours), there were 22 flies on the trap! I didn't even realize there were that many in the house! By the end of the day, I had counted 44 flies and 1 mosquito (with an apparent identity crisis).
I don't know what's more gross- having 44 flies in your house (thank you LB & Puppy... I don't have enough to do around here), or needing to use housefly pheromones.
6/3/09
Amygdala vs. frontal lobe
Okay, so I might have this backwards, but I'm pretty sure the amygdala part of your brain is active during impulses, while the frontal lobe is active when you stop to think and reason. I'm pretty sure that the general public is thinking with their amygdala way more than they should.
I was inspired to write this from a Seasonique commercial. For those of you that don't know what it is, it's a birth control pill that brings your total periods from 12 per year to 4 per year. They even ask during the commercial "who says that time of the month has to be every month?" Well, I'll tell you, Mother f-ing Nature says so!
Why do we keep screwing with Mother Nature? We keep trying to have our cake and eat it, too. There are so many things out there that go against nature, like IVF, Splenda, and plastic surgery. Why can't we just be satisfied with how things are and know what our limits are?
I agree that there are some "fake" things that we need, like life-saving medications, but I think this whole thing is getting a little out of control. Yes, we women get periods every month. Yes, it sucks. But I don't think it's very healthy (no matter what anyone says) to screw with that. I think we just need to accept it.
Just like we need to accept the fact that cookies are not good for us, or that soda is bad, or that ice cream will make you fat. Messing around with this stuff so that we can eat the chocolate chip cookies for fewer calories is (in my opinion) worse for us than the real thing. Think about all the fake crap that goes into making these foods. And we wonder why, after poisoning our bodies with this stuff, there are more cases of diabetes and cancer and obesity.
What happened to restraint? To doing what's best for ourselves, even if we don't like it? I know some women just absolutely need to have children, but if their bodies won't, for whatever reason, become or stay pregnant, there's probably a reason. And there are other options than pumping your body with drugs just to fulfill some selfish desire of being pregnant (really, it's not all that it's cracked up to be).
And don't get me started on plastic surgery. It's only necessary in severe cases, such as burn victims and kids with cleft lips. Everyone was born looking different- it's part of what makes us special. So why implant silicone all over our bodies, just to look like a different person?
Wake up, people! Use your frontal lobe! Obviously, there's a correlation between all this fake stuff and all these health problems. Everyone just needs to learn to control their impulses, take a step back, and really think about what they are doing to themselves.
I was inspired to write this from a Seasonique commercial. For those of you that don't know what it is, it's a birth control pill that brings your total periods from 12 per year to 4 per year. They even ask during the commercial "who says that time of the month has to be every month?" Well, I'll tell you, Mother f-ing Nature says so!
Why do we keep screwing with Mother Nature? We keep trying to have our cake and eat it, too. There are so many things out there that go against nature, like IVF, Splenda, and plastic surgery. Why can't we just be satisfied with how things are and know what our limits are?
I agree that there are some "fake" things that we need, like life-saving medications, but I think this whole thing is getting a little out of control. Yes, we women get periods every month. Yes, it sucks. But I don't think it's very healthy (no matter what anyone says) to screw with that. I think we just need to accept it.
Just like we need to accept the fact that cookies are not good for us, or that soda is bad, or that ice cream will make you fat. Messing around with this stuff so that we can eat the chocolate chip cookies for fewer calories is (in my opinion) worse for us than the real thing. Think about all the fake crap that goes into making these foods. And we wonder why, after poisoning our bodies with this stuff, there are more cases of diabetes and cancer and obesity.
What happened to restraint? To doing what's best for ourselves, even if we don't like it? I know some women just absolutely need to have children, but if their bodies won't, for whatever reason, become or stay pregnant, there's probably a reason. And there are other options than pumping your body with drugs just to fulfill some selfish desire of being pregnant (really, it's not all that it's cracked up to be).
And don't get me started on plastic surgery. It's only necessary in severe cases, such as burn victims and kids with cleft lips. Everyone was born looking different- it's part of what makes us special. So why implant silicone all over our bodies, just to look like a different person?
Wake up, people! Use your frontal lobe! Obviously, there's a correlation between all this fake stuff and all these health problems. Everyone just needs to learn to control their impulses, take a step back, and really think about what they are doing to themselves.
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