I found this at a fun blog, http://redcurlz.blogspot.com/2009/12/please-play-with-me.html. Hers has cute pictures that tie in with each question, but I don't know how to do that. I'm impressed I figured out how to link to her blog. At least I think I did... (Correction: I totally did not. So I just copied and pasted it. Soooo high tech.) She is my new favorite blogger, and she has such a cute little coppertop of her own. So play along! It's fun!
1. Wrapping paper or gift bags?
Wrapping paper! Sometimes a wrapped present in a gift bag! Cuz I'm crazy like that!
2. Real tree or Artificial?
Artificial this year. We couldn't handle the mess, especially with a curious toddler.
3. When do you put up the tree?
Anytime before Christmas, according to my husband. Wrong, says I, in a hysterical and screeching voice. So I do it my own self in the middle of the night all huffy-like.
4. When do you take the tree down?
Since "we" got it up late, I'm thinking February.
5. Do you like eggnog?
NO! It's probably the one Christmas treat I do NOT like!
6. Favorite (or most memorable) gift received as a child?
I can't think of one... I'm going to rack my brain and come back to this one!
7. Hardest person to buy for?
My mom
8. Easiest person to buy for?
The hubs. The babe.
9. Do you have a nativity scene?
Yes, and I lurve it.
10. Mail or email Christmas cards?
I'm a total slacker in that aspect of my life. Kind of like the blogging aspect of my life. Hmmm. I did cards before I got married and had a kiddo. Does that count?
11. Worst Christmas gift you ever received?
Can't think of a thing!
12. Favorite Christmas Movie?
Love Actually. Prancer. It's a Wonderful Life.
13. When do you start shopping for Christmas?
Usually early, but we didn't do much this year, so about a week ago. If you're an adult on my list, you're getting a well in Africa! Yay!
14. Have you ever recycled a Christmas present?
Who hasn't??
15. Favorite thing to eat at Christmas?
Everything. Apparently this doesn't just apply at Christmas.
I just realized there is no #16.
17. Favorite Christmas song?
Carol of the Bells
18. Travel at Christmas or stay home?
We've traveled the past couple of years.
19. Can you name all of Santa's reindeer?
YES!!
20. Angel on the tree top or a star?
Usually an angel that my husband hates. She was too heavy for our new fake tree so nothing this year.
21. Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning?
One on Christmas Eve and the rest on Christmas! Although I've already given Red his. I couldn't wait. He won't remember anyway. We'll be in Dallas and I couldn't take a ball pit with me. Which excuse works the best?
22. Most annoying thing about this time of the year?
Rude people. Bad drivers. The fact that we don't realize how fortunate we are and get so caught up in buying crap we forget what it's really about. Rude people.
23. Favorite Christmas themes or colors?
I've never thought about it... I'll work on this for next year...
24. Favorite for Christmas Dinner?
Insert fat joke here.
25. What do you want to do for Christmas this year?
Totally obliterate my husband and in-laws at at "May I?" Rest. Snuggle my boy.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Twitter Made Me Crazy
I had to quit. There were too many "If you don't nurse your baby until he's 5 you're a bad mom" and "I judge you in the name of Jesus"es on there. I'm exaggerating with both statements, but it seemed that everyone I stumbled across was a lunatic!
Is there no common sense anymore?
We all know it's best to breastfeed. To a year, if possible. But it's not always possible, and that's nothing to berate women about. Telling them that going less than two years is "early weaning" is insulting and simply wrong. Moms, nurse as long, or as short, as you want. You'll be judged for either, so do what works for your family and your life.
Homosexuals... Jesus loves you. Always has, always will. There's nothing wrong with you. You're not flawed, you're not less than, you're not a second class citizen. One day (hopefully SOON!) our whole country will recognize that, and we'll look back at this time with an awe-full"What were they thinking?!" like we do so many other embarrassing times in our nation's history. I'm sorry you have to fight for something that you should already have. The right to be married. To serve your country proudly. To be treated with the equality we are all guaranteed. It's bollocks.
Sarah Palin, and supporters, you're nuts.
So Twitter, farewell. We had a nice run. You were helpful for killing time at work, but my sanity is more important.
TTYN, Tweeps.
Is there no common sense anymore?
We all know it's best to breastfeed. To a year, if possible. But it's not always possible, and that's nothing to berate women about. Telling them that going less than two years is "early weaning" is insulting and simply wrong. Moms, nurse as long, or as short, as you want. You'll be judged for either, so do what works for your family and your life.
Homosexuals... Jesus loves you. Always has, always will. There's nothing wrong with you. You're not flawed, you're not less than, you're not a second class citizen. One day (hopefully SOON!) our whole country will recognize that, and we'll look back at this time with an awe-full"What were they thinking?!" like we do so many other embarrassing times in our nation's history. I'm sorry you have to fight for something that you should already have. The right to be married. To serve your country proudly. To be treated with the equality we are all guaranteed. It's bollocks.
Sarah Palin, and supporters, you're nuts.
So Twitter, farewell. We had a nice run. You were helpful for killing time at work, but my sanity is more important.
TTYN, Tweeps.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
A little sadness with your morning coffee
Yesterday in an upscale neighborhood a few miles from where we just moved from, a man killed his nine-year-old son. The man, a doctor, his wife, and son lived in a large, beautiful home in one of the most exclusive neighborhoods in Oklahoma City. They belonged to the country club. The child, Tommy, attended private school and was a Cub Scout. From the outside, they had the kind of life that most of us would envy.
How does this happen? Very few details have been released, but we don't need details to know that this goes against everything in the nature of families. I've never understood how someone could hurt a child, but how does a parent hurt their child? I am certain we will hear that there was some kind of mental breakdown, but even so... How does every ounce of your being not tell you that your most important job on this planet is to take care of that precious being that God has entrusted to you? Everything else we do pales in comparison to that task.
My heart goes out to the mother, who has wounded trying to protect her child, and now must live with a horrible burden. How does someone survive that? How do any of us survive knowing that these kinds of things happen?
So hug your kids a little more often. Tell them you love them, you're proud of them, they are treasured. Be thankful for what you have. And let's look out for each other... We're all on this crazy ride together.
How does this happen? Very few details have been released, but we don't need details to know that this goes against everything in the nature of families. I've never understood how someone could hurt a child, but how does a parent hurt their child? I am certain we will hear that there was some kind of mental breakdown, but even so... How does every ounce of your being not tell you that your most important job on this planet is to take care of that precious being that God has entrusted to you? Everything else we do pales in comparison to that task.
My heart goes out to the mother, who has wounded trying to protect her child, and now must live with a horrible burden. How does someone survive that? How do any of us survive knowing that these kinds of things happen?
So hug your kids a little more often. Tell them you love them, you're proud of them, they are treasured. Be thankful for what you have. And let's look out for each other... We're all on this crazy ride together.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Cloth Dipes!
I totally forgot to mention that we have switched to cloth diapers. I have several friends that went that route, and after picking their brains, asking a million questions, and researching online, we (ahem, I) decided to give it a shot. Thank you Tim, Sarah, and Nichole, for all your help and patience!
I've been buying different kinds at various places... I started off my getting some prefolds and covers, but quickly realized that was not the route I wanted to go. I bought some fitted dipes and pockets off of a couple of moms on Craigslist, and one of the moms told me about Diaperswappers.com. It is the cloth diaper MECCA! I went a little crazy. I have probably ordered 10 times already! I have 2 more orders I am waiting excitedly for! One I screwed up and had sent to Hubby's old address... and I am like a crack addict trying to track it down. The other ones were sent to our current address, but we submitted a change of address thinking we would be in our new house by now, and so I'm not quite sure where they will end up! Ahhh the adventures of moving!
I also ordered some off of EBay that I LOVE! They are minky fabric and have velcro closure, and they are so easy to use. I send them to daycare because they are as easy to use as disposable dipes. The only thing I don't love is how they can get rather stinky wrapped up in a plastic bag with doodie all day. But it's better for him, and better for the environment, and so stinking cute!!
I was told to lay off on buying diapers until after closing on the new house, or be prepared for an intervention. I'm having some withdrawals, but I think I can do it. Unless someone wants to lend me some money? I'll pay ya back, man, I promise...
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
It's Been Awhile!
Moving, working, baby turning ONE! Oh, and the fact that I work in public health and it's FLU season.
So what's new?? My baby turned one. I can't believe it. It seems like just yesterday he was a little peanut who cried like a pterodactyl. Now he is an expert walker, eater, "talker" and is becoming less of mommy's boy and more of daddy's. I knew it was just a matter of time that he would lose interest in me... especially as he was winding down with breastfeeding. Daddy does FUN things with tools and instruments and boxes. Mommy is boring. I am so grateful that my husband is such a wonderful father, but I am still a little jealous!
On that note... I'm no longer breastfeeding. I had decided I would stop pumping when T turned one, but I would continue nursing him as long as he wanted. Turns out he didn't want to keep nursing for more than a few weeks. I think he had just been humoring me, really. He was getting less and less interested in nursing as he became more mobile and was eating table food. I know I am lucky that he weaned so easily... But as I read breastfeeding blogs that berate women who don't breastfeed for years and years, I start to feel bad that I "only" breastfeed for a year. I have to step back and realize that was my goal, and I work outside the home full-time, so it's pretty awesome that I went as long as I did. Breastfeeding was not easy at the beginning, and for months I thought about stopping. So I am patting myself on the back for "only" breastfeeding a year. He's a healthy, fiercely independent and smart, and that's party due to breastfeeding.
We're moving. We hope. We were supposed to close yesterday, but the buyer of our current house's underwriter is working in slo-mo, so we now have all of our earthly possessions in a moving van... and may be sleeping on the floor and eating out until Monday. Whoo!! The worst part is T's Halloween costume in packed, so my awesome friend is lending us her son's costume from last year. He was supposed to be a chicken (and did get to wear it to his party at daycare) but now he'll be Yoda!
Work. Flu. Crazy. The end.
I guess those are the major things going on in our lives now... I'm really trying to get better about blogging. I have so many insightful and clever things to say. :-)
So what's new?? My baby turned one. I can't believe it. It seems like just yesterday he was a little peanut who cried like a pterodactyl. Now he is an expert walker, eater, "talker" and is becoming less of mommy's boy and more of daddy's. I knew it was just a matter of time that he would lose interest in me... especially as he was winding down with breastfeeding. Daddy does FUN things with tools and instruments and boxes. Mommy is boring. I am so grateful that my husband is such a wonderful father, but I am still a little jealous!
On that note... I'm no longer breastfeeding. I had decided I would stop pumping when T turned one, but I would continue nursing him as long as he wanted. Turns out he didn't want to keep nursing for more than a few weeks. I think he had just been humoring me, really. He was getting less and less interested in nursing as he became more mobile and was eating table food. I know I am lucky that he weaned so easily... But as I read breastfeeding blogs that berate women who don't breastfeed for years and years, I start to feel bad that I "only" breastfeed for a year. I have to step back and realize that was my goal, and I work outside the home full-time, so it's pretty awesome that I went as long as I did. Breastfeeding was not easy at the beginning, and for months I thought about stopping. So I am patting myself on the back for "only" breastfeeding a year. He's a healthy, fiercely independent and smart, and that's party due to breastfeeding.
We're moving. We hope. We were supposed to close yesterday, but the buyer of our current house's underwriter is working in slo-mo, so we now have all of our earthly possessions in a moving van... and may be sleeping on the floor and eating out until Monday. Whoo!! The worst part is T's Halloween costume in packed, so my awesome friend is lending us her son's costume from last year. He was supposed to be a chicken (and did get to wear it to his party at daycare) but now he'll be Yoda!
Work. Flu. Crazy. The end.
I guess those are the major things going on in our lives now... I'm really trying to get better about blogging. I have so many insightful and clever things to say. :-)
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
And WHY Can't I Drink at Work?
Dear Annoying Co-Workers,
I am glad you find it necessary to comment on my weight and/or choices of breakfast foods. I appreciate being called fat in all your creative ways. Thank you for informing of every calorie I have eaten for the day, and how much a healthy weight for me is. (And your reasoning that the taller you are, the LESS you should weigh, is infallible.) Also, I love how you are BOTH fatter than I am.
Thank you for commenting about my STILL breastfeeding to anyone who will listen. I'm so glad my boobs are so interesting to you. They are real, and they are spectacular, so I can understand how not obsessing about them would be hard.
I love walking on egg shells because of all the mood swings in our little slice of heaven (aka: The Pickle Jar). I especially enjoy walking into the office and getting a dirty look because I almost hit you with the door when you happen to be standing too close to it. Not only is it a great place to loiter, it would make no sense to say "Excuse me" when you can scowl and hurmpf around.
I hope you all will extend your pleasant personalities to our new co-worker, Helen Wait. She will be dealing with all my inter-office issues from now on, so if you need something from me, you can just go to Helen Wait.
Love,
Your BFF (aka: The Bizzle Who Is No Longer Putting Up With Your Crap This Week)
PS- Sweet Moonpie, my friend in all things hilarious, confidant, and fellow chocolate thief, you know you are not included in this. You rule.
I am glad you find it necessary to comment on my weight and/or choices of breakfast foods. I appreciate being called fat in all your creative ways. Thank you for informing of every calorie I have eaten for the day, and how much a healthy weight for me is. (And your reasoning that the taller you are, the LESS you should weigh, is infallible.) Also, I love how you are BOTH fatter than I am.
Thank you for commenting about my STILL breastfeeding to anyone who will listen. I'm so glad my boobs are so interesting to you. They are real, and they are spectacular, so I can understand how not obsessing about them would be hard.
I love walking on egg shells because of all the mood swings in our little slice of heaven (aka: The Pickle Jar). I especially enjoy walking into the office and getting a dirty look because I almost hit you with the door when you happen to be standing too close to it. Not only is it a great place to loiter, it would make no sense to say "Excuse me" when you can scowl and hurmpf around.
I hope you all will extend your pleasant personalities to our new co-worker, Helen Wait. She will be dealing with all my inter-office issues from now on, so if you need something from me, you can just go to Helen Wait.
Love,
Your BFF (aka: The Bizzle Who Is No Longer Putting Up With Your Crap This Week)
PS- Sweet Moonpie, my friend in all things hilarious, confidant, and fellow chocolate thief, you know you are not included in this. You rule.
Monday, August 10, 2009
RunHer? I barely KnowHer!
I am going to a Women's Running Club meeting tonight. I am not kidding.
I am really, really nervous about it! I looked at the website and everyone is so fit and trim and looks they run everyday all day long. I have not run in YEARS. But once upon a time I was a runner, and I would like to be again. Actually, I don't really care if I am a runner, but I want to look as faboosh as runners look, so I am willing to make the sacrifice. Luckily, my hubby has agreed to go with me to the kick-off. They are having a 30-minute group run and then an after-party with burgers and beer. I like the second part...
I'm hoping there are all kinds of women, some of which that might be as un-fit as I am. Maybe I could start a spin-off fat girls running club. Although we would probably skip the running altogether and just do the burgers and beer. We probably need those skinny chicks around to motivate us.
So, I am doing something completely out of my comfort zone in order to be healthy and set a good example for my son. He loves riding in his jogging stroller (so far used for walking) and pretty girls, so he will be happy. Let's hope I don't drop out before the burgers.
I am really, really nervous about it! I looked at the website and everyone is so fit and trim and looks they run everyday all day long. I have not run in YEARS. But once upon a time I was a runner, and I would like to be again. Actually, I don't really care if I am a runner, but I want to look as faboosh as runners look, so I am willing to make the sacrifice. Luckily, my hubby has agreed to go with me to the kick-off. They are having a 30-minute group run and then an after-party with burgers and beer. I like the second part...
I'm hoping there are all kinds of women, some of which that might be as un-fit as I am. Maybe I could start a spin-off fat girls running club. Although we would probably skip the running altogether and just do the burgers and beer. We probably need those skinny chicks around to motivate us.
So, I am doing something completely out of my comfort zone in order to be healthy and set a good example for my son. He loves riding in his jogging stroller (so far used for walking) and pretty girls, so he will be happy. Let's hope I don't drop out before the burgers.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Blog etiquette
I've realized I still don't really get this whole blogging thing. What is the etiquette? I follow several blogs by people I have never met, but I find fascinating. So should I comment on their posts, or is that stalker-esque? Is it rude to not comment? Am I being a voyeur?
Also, I love how people do fun theme days- like Random Thought Tuesday, and Wordless Wednesdays. Should I participate or am I a wanna-be?
I don't understand. Somebody help me.
Also, I love how people do fun theme days- like Random Thought Tuesday, and Wordless Wednesdays. Should I participate or am I a wanna-be?
I don't understand. Somebody help me.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
I'm just going to say it...
I am sick of breastfeeding. Actually, it's not the breastfeeding I'm sick of. It's the pumping. Oh goodness, the pumping!! I feel like I am chained to it. If we want to go out to lunch at work, I have to time it around pumping. Same for meetings. Today I have an out-of-office meeting, and have to leave straight from that to get my boy and take us both to the doctor. I'm hoping he won't have eaten, so I can nurse him rather than have to worry about finding some time in there to pump. Don't get me wrong, I think breastfeeding is awesome, and I am super proud of myself for sticking with it, especially becauase I do work full time and it would have been easy to quit. Now, talk to me in a few months when he's weaned, and see if I'm not a basketcase because my baby isn't breastfeeding anymore. The grass is always greener...
I am so tired of being overweight. I have the best of intentions, but I run out of time to exercise (great excuse, right?) and eating junk is SO MUCH TASTIER than eating ruffage. I tried swimsuits on this weekend, which one would think would make me want to get serious about it. I have 3 weeks before the beach, and I would love to lose 10 pounds (I would REALLY love to lose 20 pounds, but I am going to be half-way realistic about this whole thing). I think if I stop eating like a cow, and do some physical activity, it might be possible. What a novel idea!! I think I'll write a book.
I'm going to eat my delicious breakfast of berries (yum, they really do look delish) and low-sodium V8 (less so...)
Cheers to not being a fatty fatty 2x4 anymore!
I am so tired of being overweight. I have the best of intentions, but I run out of time to exercise (great excuse, right?) and eating junk is SO MUCH TASTIER than eating ruffage. I tried swimsuits on this weekend, which one would think would make me want to get serious about it. I have 3 weeks before the beach, and I would love to lose 10 pounds (I would REALLY love to lose 20 pounds, but I am going to be half-way realistic about this whole thing). I think if I stop eating like a cow, and do some physical activity, it might be possible. What a novel idea!! I think I'll write a book.
I'm going to eat my delicious breakfast of berries (yum, they really do look delish) and low-sodium V8 (less so...)
Cheers to not being a fatty fatty 2x4 anymore!
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
How Do I Love Wii...
I have a new Wii Fit. AND a new EA Sports Active. I love them more than a grown woman should. What I do not love: everytime I log into Wii Fit, it says "Ohhh... You're overweight." Thanks, Wii. Because the fact that I sweat and breathe heavily when I play videogames (are they still called that?) wasn't clue enough.
I love it so much, that when my husband suggested we turn our guest room into a Wii "workout" room, I was on board from the git-go. Who needs guests, when you have a Wii to encourage you and tell you how awesome you are at side-to-side jump-lunge-kicks?
I can barely walk up the stairs at work. So yes, Wii, I am overweight. But I am eating more fruits and vegetables than you can shake a stick at, and doing my Wii Active workouts religiously. Look out, Wii, pretty soon you'll be telling me I'm of average weight. And I can't wait!!
I love it so much, that when my husband suggested we turn our guest room into a Wii "workout" room, I was on board from the git-go. Who needs guests, when you have a Wii to encourage you and tell you how awesome you are at side-to-side jump-lunge-kicks?
I can barely walk up the stairs at work. So yes, Wii, I am overweight. But I am eating more fruits and vegetables than you can shake a stick at, and doing my Wii Active workouts religiously. Look out, Wii, pretty soon you'll be telling me I'm of average weight. And I can't wait!!
Monday, May 11, 2009
Layin' It Out
So all the other blogs I read have super cute layouts, and I am jealous. I can't really figure it out, though. I stole some breastfeeding badges from Sarah, and starting browsing website with FREE layouts. I don't love this one, but it'll do until I find one I do love. Besides, it's almost time to go home!
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Virgin Blogger
I am such a blogging nerd, I actually Googled "clever blog names." There were no helpful results, hence, my less-then-clever blog title.
I don't really know what I will blog about. I would put money on it being mostly about my 7-month-old son. Or maybe swine flu, considering that is all I have heard about for the past 2 days. It's the nature of the biz, I 'spose.
Well, that was painless enough. I hope it was as good for you as it was for me.
I don't really know what I will blog about. I would put money on it being mostly about my 7-month-old son. Or maybe swine flu, considering that is all I have heard about for the past 2 days. It's the nature of the biz, I 'spose.
Well, that was painless enough. I hope it was as good for you as it was for me.
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