Well...I think we are ready. Bags are all packed, house is clean enough, Pea is asleep. In 12 hours we should be landing in Orlando...12...we are almost there!
I am not taking my computer so you won't hear from me for at least a week, but when I come back there should be pictures galore, a few rants, hopefully more raves, and a couple of reviews.
:)
Friday, December 16, 2011
Thursday, December 15, 2011
32
I did it!! I'm packed! Well, not completely, but enough that I no longer feel a huge weight on my shoulder and an impending sense of dread. I can get excited again! AND I have 32 hours to remember all that I forgot and cram it in my bag. Tomorrow I clean the house, write one more blog post before I go (and if I get really ambitious try to figure out the mobile blogging thing) and THAT'S IT...double woot!
Now I just have to figure out how to get down off this 5 Hour Energy/red velvet cupcake high I am on, so I can go to sleep.
Now I just have to figure out how to get down off this 5 Hour Energy/red velvet cupcake high I am on, so I can go to sleep.
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
59
Less than 3 days...
59 hours until take off.
I'm a little stressed, and as much as I want Saturday morning to be here, I am simply not ready. There is still MUCH to do and my energy level is waning. Tonight was supposed to be the gathering of everything we will need for the trip, the sorting into piles, and the cleaning of the house. Thus far none of that has been done. Instead I had to help the Pea with an hour of homework (seriously?! ITS KINDERGARTEN...) and then the bedtime routine...I'm exhausted and I haven't even started.
I'm thinking I will just bag the plan and go to bed...start fresh tomorrow and power through with Monster and chocolate.
58 hours...50 minutes...
whoo hoo
59 hours until take off.
I'm a little stressed, and as much as I want Saturday morning to be here, I am simply not ready. There is still MUCH to do and my energy level is waning. Tonight was supposed to be the gathering of everything we will need for the trip, the sorting into piles, and the cleaning of the house. Thus far none of that has been done. Instead I had to help the Pea with an hour of homework (seriously?! ITS KINDERGARTEN...) and then the bedtime routine...I'm exhausted and I haven't even started.
I'm thinking I will just bag the plan and go to bed...start fresh tomorrow and power through with Monster and chocolate.
58 hours...50 minutes...
whoo hoo
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
4
Four
I have four days to get a whole lot done. There are parties at school and work that have to be prepared for. There are Christmas cards that have to be addressed and mailed. There is laundry to be finished and folded. I have to dye my hair and paint my toes, pack my suitcases and carryon bag, and figure out once and for all how to work my damn camera so I can post pictures and make you wish you were there.
:)
4
yay!
I have four days to get a whole lot done. There are parties at school and work that have to be prepared for. There are Christmas cards that have to be addressed and mailed. There is laundry to be finished and folded. I have to dye my hair and paint my toes, pack my suitcases and carryon bag, and figure out once and for all how to work my damn camera so I can post pictures and make you wish you were there.
:)
4
yay!
Monday, December 12, 2011
T-5
5 days...five...cinco
5
Today was a typical Monday in that is was busy, I got home late, and I am tired. As much as I would love to pour over my Disney stuff, it's not gonna happen. I am doing laundry, so that I don't have to worry about it again before we leave, and snuggling with the Pea. I am accomplishing enough to feel like I am doing something, but since the washing machine and dryer do most of the work, and force a 45 minute break while they do their thing, it's not too taxing.
Did I tell you I have 5 more days?!
fiverooni
:)
5
Today was a typical Monday in that is was busy, I got home late, and I am tired. As much as I would love to pour over my Disney stuff, it's not gonna happen. I am doing laundry, so that I don't have to worry about it again before we leave, and snuggling with the Pea. I am accomplishing enough to feel like I am doing something, but since the washing machine and dryer do most of the work, and force a 45 minute break while they do their thing, it's not too taxing.
Did I tell you I have 5 more days?!
fiverooni
:)
Sunday, December 11, 2011
day 6
Let the packing begin...
I started planning this trip over a year ago, and have been gathering stuff ever since. If it is Disney and on clearance I am probably gonna buy it and stash it in my guest bedroom closet. Some of this stuff I forgot I had and it was like Christmas for me as I opened each bag to reveal the contents inside. I am on a fixed and pretty tight budget so shopping in the parks is out of the question. We don't even go into the stores. One of the things I like best about Disney World is with very few exceptions, everything is included. Every show, every ride, every parade, is paid for with admission. You can spend all day in the park and not spend a dime. I pay for my airfare, room, park tickets, and dining ahead of time, so there are no surprises. I don't like surprises that cost me money. We are splurging a bit on some fun experiences and I'm sure I will get myself an adult beverageor six but I'm lucky enough to have a gift card for that and it's all been planned to within a dollar (on a handy dandy spreadsheet).
I don't know if it comes from growing up poor, or is just my personality type, but not being in controlof everything of my money stresses me out. Like "WHERE THE HELL IS THE PAPER BAG I'M HYPERVENTILATING HERE!!" stressed out. I also have to feel like I am getting a crazy good deal on anything I buy. I research EVERYTHING, and always read the fine print. Because I don't want to embarrass myself, or my kid, in Disney World, I plan it all out ahead of time. That way, I can relax, and not have a panic attack, while on vacation...not in the park anyway, if it happens in my room I will just have a glass of wine and try to remember to breathe.
Note to self: must make room in the suitcase space plan for the box of wine...
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| An explosion of Princess and Mouse. |
Let the packing begin...
I started planning this trip over a year ago, and have been gathering stuff ever since. If it is Disney and on clearance I am probably gonna buy it and stash it in my guest bedroom closet. Some of this stuff I forgot I had and it was like Christmas for me as I opened each bag to reveal the contents inside. I am on a fixed and pretty tight budget so shopping in the parks is out of the question. We don't even go into the stores. One of the things I like best about Disney World is with very few exceptions, everything is included. Every show, every ride, every parade, is paid for with admission. You can spend all day in the park and not spend a dime. I pay for my airfare, room, park tickets, and dining ahead of time, so there are no surprises. I don't like surprises that cost me money. We are splurging a bit on some fun experiences and I'm sure I will get myself an adult beverage
I don't know if it comes from growing up poor, or is just my personality type, but not being in control
Note to self: must make room in the suitcase space plan for the box of wine...
Saturday, December 10, 2011
7 days
Wow, wow, wow...it has been forever! As of late, I have been having computer issues. There was a virus, a near crash, lots of cussing...finally a miracle, lots of backing up, more cussing, and finally it appears all is well. I am still going to start researching new laptops, because I fear my little ol' cow is not gonna make it much longer. But, for now, she is plodding along, so I will catch you up.
BENIGN...never thought I would be so damn glad to hear that word, but the tears at the radiologists office indicated otherwise. I tried really hard to just assume it was nothing, and not be worried, but when you are a single mommy (and probably when you are not as well) worst case scenario has a way of sneaking into your thoughts. For me, worst case wasn't dying and leaving her (although technically that would be) it was having to have surgery and then chemo. I felt like no matter how much I tried to NOT think about it, thoughts of, who will drive me to/from the hospital, who will pick up Pea if I can't, I'm tired all the damn time now, how in the world will I be able to take care of her if I am really tired, chemo tired, just kept popping into my head. I won't go into all the details, but the quick and the dirty is: the lump (which is on the left side) is nothing...the spots (on right side) are calcifications, and again, nothing. I feel very lucky, and grateful.
Also grateful for Baby Bean, who, as you know is finally here!! She weighed in at a whopping 9lbs 2ozs and has more hair than her Aunti K. I was able to fly up to meet her (and see the rest of her family) over Thanksgiving. What a doll. I am so excited for Smash to finally get to experience a little girl, and new babies in general just make the world feel like a better place. We had a whirlwind visit and I was back home Saturday night. I was lucky not to have run into any flight delays and I hate to admit this (as a former hater, since I worked for the competition) but I love love love Southwest Airlines. I used to not like the whole cattle call arrangement, but it really does speed up boarding and since my Pea likes to pick her own seat, there has never been a "BUT MOMMY I WANT TO SIT HERE!" "Pea, no, we can't, this is our seat, over here, get over here now..." crying, screaming, dragging down the aisle...nope, not once. SWA is also very good at being on time, which I hope is still the case next weekend, when we fly down to Orlando to have our Christmas in the World.
7 days...seven...one week!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
To say I am getting excited would be a gross understatement...it is pretty much all I can think about. I have had to venture out into cyberspace to find folks who understand and support this craziness because all of the people I have real human interaction with, think I am whackadoo. I have learned that talking incessantly about all things Disney to normal people just pisses them off and makes them roll their eyes, so I choose instead, to find like minded people, who I wouldn't know if they slapped me in the face, to share with. Both http://m.touringplans.com/wdw/chats and http://www.disboards.com/index.com have become my go to resources when I have had a question or have just wanted to share.
This is where if you are tired of hearing me talk about Disney, you should stop reading...I would venture to say, you might wanna not read again until after the new year, because I am pretty sure that is all I am going to write about for the next few weeks...don't say I didn't warn you.
My plan for today, since the Pea is with her dad, is to pack all of the little surprises that I am taking. I don't have time to do ALL the packing, and I want to wait until I have a better idea of how the weather will be to pack the clothes, but I don't want her seeing the Cinderella dress, the fancy shoes, the new Fairy dress (from her Aunti Smash) the little ornaments, or the stockings, so I will get those hidden in the suitcase.
The first few days of our stay will be in Birthday mode. We are staying in a standard view room at Animal Kingdom Lodge and will be racing around the parks trying to do and see everything we can before it gets crazy busy. We will celebrate my birthday in Epcot (and it will be the one day, out of 8, that I will be in charge...maybe) top it off with VIP viewing of the fireworks (yes, I paid for it, no I'm not a VIP, other than in my own mind) and then we will chill for a day (again, maybe). Then, for our last 3 days we move into a Savannah view room (where you can see the animals!) and go into Christmas mode. The parks will be crazy at that point so we will spend more time at the resort and doing special experiences (more on that later). Thanks to a very clever, and less selfish person than I, on the Disboards, there will be a tree at bell services that I will pick up and decorate the room with. I got in on the tree exchange and sent down a tree last week, and it has been great fun getting updates from the other families, all sharing trees. I would have never thought to ship mine down early so other families could enjoy it, but I'm glad I did, because it is really nice feeling like a part of a bigger community.
Now that I think about it, it's probably the feeling of community, overall, that kept me coming back to the Disney chats and forums. It started with a search for information, and answers to my questions, but now that I feel like I am pretty versed in most things Mouse, the draw is more the people. I feel like that girl in the Blind Melon video...I'm the bee ( http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=7763324546201298850 ) ...and I found my people.
BENIGN...never thought I would be so damn glad to hear that word, but the tears at the radiologists office indicated otherwise. I tried really hard to just assume it was nothing, and not be worried, but when you are a single mommy (and probably when you are not as well) worst case scenario has a way of sneaking into your thoughts. For me, worst case wasn't dying and leaving her (although technically that would be) it was having to have surgery and then chemo. I felt like no matter how much I tried to NOT think about it, thoughts of, who will drive me to/from the hospital, who will pick up Pea if I can't, I'm tired all the damn time now, how in the world will I be able to take care of her if I am really tired, chemo tired, just kept popping into my head. I won't go into all the details, but the quick and the dirty is: the lump (which is on the left side) is nothing...the spots (on right side) are calcifications, and again, nothing. I feel very lucky, and grateful.
Also grateful for Baby Bean, who, as you know is finally here!! She weighed in at a whopping 9lbs 2ozs and has more hair than her Aunti K. I was able to fly up to meet her (and see the rest of her family) over Thanksgiving. What a doll. I am so excited for Smash to finally get to experience a little girl, and new babies in general just make the world feel like a better place. We had a whirlwind visit and I was back home Saturday night. I was lucky not to have run into any flight delays and I hate to admit this (as a former hater, since I worked for the competition) but I love love love Southwest Airlines. I used to not like the whole cattle call arrangement, but it really does speed up boarding and since my Pea likes to pick her own seat, there has never been a "BUT MOMMY I WANT TO SIT HERE!" "Pea, no, we can't, this is our seat, over here, get over here now..." crying, screaming, dragging down the aisle...nope, not once. SWA is also very good at being on time, which I hope is still the case next weekend, when we fly down to Orlando to have our Christmas in the World.
7 days...seven...one week!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
To say I am getting excited would be a gross understatement...it is pretty much all I can think about. I have had to venture out into cyberspace to find folks who understand and support this craziness because all of the people I have real human interaction with, think I am whackadoo. I have learned that talking incessantly about all things Disney to normal people just pisses them off and makes them roll their eyes, so I choose instead, to find like minded people, who I wouldn't know if they slapped me in the face, to share with. Both http://m.touringplans.com/wdw/chats and http://www.disboards.com/index.com have become my go to resources when I have had a question or have just wanted to share.
This is where if you are tired of hearing me talk about Disney, you should stop reading...I would venture to say, you might wanna not read again until after the new year, because I am pretty sure that is all I am going to write about for the next few weeks...don't say I didn't warn you.
My plan for today, since the Pea is with her dad, is to pack all of the little surprises that I am taking. I don't have time to do ALL the packing, and I want to wait until I have a better idea of how the weather will be to pack the clothes, but I don't want her seeing the Cinderella dress, the fancy shoes, the new Fairy dress (from her Aunti Smash) the little ornaments, or the stockings, so I will get those hidden in the suitcase.
The first few days of our stay will be in Birthday mode. We are staying in a standard view room at Animal Kingdom Lodge and will be racing around the parks trying to do and see everything we can before it gets crazy busy. We will celebrate my birthday in Epcot (and it will be the one day, out of 8, that I will be in charge...maybe) top it off with VIP viewing of the fireworks (yes, I paid for it, no I'm not a VIP, other than in my own mind) and then we will chill for a day (again, maybe). Then, for our last 3 days we move into a Savannah view room (where you can see the animals!) and go into Christmas mode. The parks will be crazy at that point so we will spend more time at the resort and doing special experiences (more on that later). Thanks to a very clever, and less selfish person than I, on the Disboards, there will be a tree at bell services that I will pick up and decorate the room with. I got in on the tree exchange and sent down a tree last week, and it has been great fun getting updates from the other families, all sharing trees. I would have never thought to ship mine down early so other families could enjoy it, but I'm glad I did, because it is really nice feeling like a part of a bigger community.
Now that I think about it, it's probably the feeling of community, overall, that kept me coming back to the Disney chats and forums. It started with a search for information, and answers to my questions, but now that I feel like I am pretty versed in most things Mouse, the draw is more the people. I feel like that girl in the Blind Melon video...I'm the bee ( http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=7763324546201298850 ) ...and I found my people.
Sunday, November 20, 2011
baby bean
She's here! She's here! Baby "Bean" has arrived!!! Smash finally has a baby girl and I have a niece! So excited, and can't wait to see them. I am headed up next week for the holiday and for some baby squeezin'.
More later...maybe.
More later...maybe.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
poor smash
Poor Smash. As expected she is is two weeks past her due date and still no baby. She went to the hospital, in labor, this morning, but things are not moving very quickly. I am anxiously waiting by the phone, not really doing anything, hoping to hear her, or her husbands, voice say "We have a baby!"
Saturday, November 12, 2011
jingle hell
I got a forwarded email last week imploring folks to boycott China this holiday season, and buy only American made. It suggested thinking outside the box, if you couldn't find products, and giving services (like a massage or lawn care) so that instead of supporting China, you would be supporting local business. I like the idea, but my wallet is pissed. I would LOVE to be able to give people a day at the spa, or lawn care for the year, or even better, a housekeeper...how great would that be? Unfortunately, I did not win the lottery last night, so that is not an option.
On one hand I think the whole season in way too commercialized, and we as Americans are being brainwashed by advertisers to think we MUST give ridiculous gifts to everyone in our lives from the post man to our mother. When did it become necessary to give everyone we interact with throughout the year a gift, and to give our children expensive electronics and designer clothes? On the other, I really do like giving, and WANT everyone who impacts me positively to feel appreciated and loved, and what better way to do that than to give them something lovely?
So I started my shopping last week, and made an effort to look at labels, and while incredibly frustrating, I did manage to find some really great American made things. I got it in my head to do an Oprah style "favorite things" basket filled with: California and North Carolina wine, Ghiradelli chocolate, Burt's Bees chap sticks, Tervis Tumblers, Yankee candles, and J R Watkins lotions and cleaning supplies. I actually got pretty excited about it and was ready to proceed. I started to compile my list, on it about 100 people or couples, and then I added up the cost, about $100...One hundred times $100 is OH HOLY HELL...and that doesn't include the kids...
Ok, back to the drawing board...I will take my ACTUAL budget, subtract out the kids stuff, the cost of cards and postage, divide it by the number of people I want to buy for, and just give them ONE of the items...just gotta get a dollar amount to figure out which one...
drum roll please..............
$2.57
Can't even buy a Burt's Bees chap stick for that...damnit.
I had two options: head to the dollar store, or get creative. So frustrating...everything at the dollar store is made in China, no one wants a toilet paper roll/cotton ball Santa. What to do?
So, The Pea and I spent all day yesterday listening to and deciding on music that we will burn onto a CD, and painting a painting that will become the cover art. It wasn't my first choice, but over the course of the day it provided a way for The Pea and I to connect and for her to take some ownership in the gifts. We talked about giving and gratitude, peace and God, and even color theory and paint technique, and when it was all done she was very proud of what we had created. It started out as a way to save money, turned into an incredible experience with my daughter, and with any luck will be enjoyed by those who receive it.
I'll still be buying wine and chocolate for a lucky few, including me, but I do that all year round.
On one hand I think the whole season in way too commercialized, and we as Americans are being brainwashed by advertisers to think we MUST give ridiculous gifts to everyone in our lives from the post man to our mother. When did it become necessary to give everyone we interact with throughout the year a gift, and to give our children expensive electronics and designer clothes? On the other, I really do like giving, and WANT everyone who impacts me positively to feel appreciated and loved, and what better way to do that than to give them something lovely?
So I started my shopping last week, and made an effort to look at labels, and while incredibly frustrating, I did manage to find some really great American made things. I got it in my head to do an Oprah style "favorite things" basket filled with: California and North Carolina wine, Ghiradelli chocolate, Burt's Bees chap sticks, Tervis Tumblers, Yankee candles, and J R Watkins lotions and cleaning supplies. I actually got pretty excited about it and was ready to proceed. I started to compile my list, on it about 100 people or couples, and then I added up the cost, about $100...One hundred times $100 is OH HOLY HELL...and that doesn't include the kids...
Ok, back to the drawing board...I will take my ACTUAL budget, subtract out the kids stuff, the cost of cards and postage, divide it by the number of people I want to buy for, and just give them ONE of the items...just gotta get a dollar amount to figure out which one...
drum roll please..............
$2.57
Can't even buy a Burt's Bees chap stick for that...damnit.
I had two options: head to the dollar store, or get creative. So frustrating...everything at the dollar store is made in China, no one wants a toilet paper roll/cotton ball Santa. What to do?
So, The Pea and I spent all day yesterday listening to and deciding on music that we will burn onto a CD, and painting a painting that will become the cover art. It wasn't my first choice, but over the course of the day it provided a way for The Pea and I to connect and for her to take some ownership in the gifts. We talked about giving and gratitude, peace and God, and even color theory and paint technique, and when it was all done she was very proud of what we had created. It started out as a way to save money, turned into an incredible experience with my daughter, and with any luck will be enjoyed by those who receive it.
I'll still be buying wine and chocolate for a lucky few, including me, but I do that all year round.
Friday, November 11, 2011
thanks
It's Veteran's Day...I am very glad to have the day off and to be, instead of at work, sitting on my couch, in ratty jeans, a hoodie, and slippers, sipping coffee and typing on my computer.
I am even more glad to have been lucky enough to have been born in this great country. America certainly has it's issues and faults, but knowing that I, and my baby girl, have the FREEDOM to do, be, and say ANYTHING is a blessing. A blessing hard fought by many men and women who sacrificed...to them I say: THANK YOU.
THANK YOU...
THANK YOU...
THANK YOU...
THANK YOU...
THANK YOU...
THANK YOU...
THANK YOU...
THANK YOU...
A million times thanks.
Happy Veteran's Day! God Bless America.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
get there
Haven't checked the mail in two days...or been to the Dollar Store for that matter, AND I did yoga tonight, so I am feeling much better. I am looking forward to the three day weekend. The Pea will be with her dad, but at least we will have all day Friday to hang out, and with any luck I will FINALLY get the house finished (haven't I been talking about that for like 3 months...oy). I am down to a smattering of piles that I know what I want to do with, I just haven't felt like dealing with had the chance. Hopefully by then we will also have another baby in the family (YAY!) Smash was due last week, and still (as we thought would be the case) has no baby.
Well, I have now sat 8 minutes without typing anything, cuz I don't have anything to say, so I think I will sign off with a little something I saw and liked.
Well, I have now sat 8 minutes without typing anything, cuz I don't have anything to say, so I think I will sign off with a little something I saw and liked.
Monday, November 7, 2011
grrrrrrrrr
Interesting day today. The morning was fantastic; I got out the door on time, and had a nice sunrise to watch on my way to work; work was busy, but not crazy; I cooked some kick ass chili AND some baked chicken with rice and mushrooms (I am set for the week!) and I got the Pea to bed with very little drama. Two things have me unsettled though, and unable to sleep.
1) A woman growled at me in the dollar store today. Well, ok, not AT me, but behind me. At first I thought maybe she was humming. Then I thought, nooooo, that is growling...definitely growling. I kept turning around and looking at her, which seemed to catch her by surprise and made it stop. As soon as I turned back to the front however, it began again. "Hmmmmpphhhhtgrrrrrr hmmmmmmmhhhhhhggggrrrrr hhhhmmmmmmggggrrrrrrrr." Not sure if the spelling is right on...
Every once in awhile she would cough, one of those been smoking for 40 years coughs, which got me thinking, "maybe she really IS humming, THAT is smokers hum." Well in addition to the hum/growl thing she had goin' on she reminded of the old lady in Snow White, and because of that damn show Once Upon A Time, all I could think about was her morphing into the evil queen...not that I could ever be mistaken for Snow White...but still. I'm not sure why this is even still on my mind, but it is, and I am a little frightened my Disney obsession has started to impact my life for the worse.
2) I have to go back and get another mammogram, because of something suspicious. Ok, fair enough...the problem TONIGHT is I had blithely assumed after not getting a phone call from my doctor that all was fine. I opened a LETTER that came from the radiology clinic today, sure that is was the one that was going to say "We are happy to report..." and just about fell over. Is this the new protocol?! I am pretty ticked, because had she called I would have at least had the opportunity to ask a few questions and go ahead with scheduling the next round. Instead, it is after hours, I am now wide damn awake thinking about it (I shouldn't have bothered with the mail tonight...now I want to growl) and even though I know it is probably just a fibroid or scar tissue, I am sitting here in the dark, furiously typing, trying to calm myself down, because I don't know what else to do. I'm also cupping the girls every so often because the thought of having them smashed again is making all three of us very sad. I wish I could go with an ultrasound, but then again, that isn't much better...been there, done that too, and having that little wand jammed into my boob hurt almost as bad as the giant masher. Worse was watching the facial expressions of the tech as she went around and around the damn spot all the while saying she couldn't comment on anything because she wasn't a radiologist...I nearly had a stroke. I liked the cheerful expression and hug I got from the mammography tech much better. Buddy The Elf should do ultrasounds.
http://youtu.be/u-C0Av5ICYw (who hasn't been the raccoon at one point or another?)
I guess I should at least try and go to bed...if nothing else I can sit and growl while I watch Elf...sooner or later I am bound to fall asleep.
1) A woman growled at me in the dollar store today. Well, ok, not AT me, but behind me. At first I thought maybe she was humming. Then I thought, nooooo, that is growling...definitely growling. I kept turning around and looking at her, which seemed to catch her by surprise and made it stop. As soon as I turned back to the front however, it began again. "Hmmmmpphhhhtgrrrrrr hmmmmmmmhhhhhhggggrrrrr hhhhmmmmmmggggrrrrrrrr." Not sure if the spelling is right on...
Every once in awhile she would cough, one of those been smoking for 40 years coughs, which got me thinking, "maybe she really IS humming, THAT is smokers hum." Well in addition to the hum/growl thing she had goin' on she reminded of the old lady in Snow White, and because of that damn show Once Upon A Time, all I could think about was her morphing into the evil queen...not that I could ever be mistaken for Snow White...but still. I'm not sure why this is even still on my mind, but it is, and I am a little frightened my Disney obsession has started to impact my life for the worse.
2) I have to go back and get another mammogram, because of something suspicious. Ok, fair enough...the problem TONIGHT is I had blithely assumed after not getting a phone call from my doctor that all was fine. I opened a LETTER that came from the radiology clinic today, sure that is was the one that was going to say "We are happy to report..." and just about fell over. Is this the new protocol?! I am pretty ticked, because had she called I would have at least had the opportunity to ask a few questions and go ahead with scheduling the next round. Instead, it is after hours, I am now wide damn awake thinking about it (I shouldn't have bothered with the mail tonight...now I want to growl) and even though I know it is probably just a fibroid or scar tissue, I am sitting here in the dark, furiously typing, trying to calm myself down, because I don't know what else to do. I'm also cupping the girls every so often because the thought of having them smashed again is making all three of us very sad. I wish I could go with an ultrasound, but then again, that isn't much better...been there, done that too, and having that little wand jammed into my boob hurt almost as bad as the giant masher. Worse was watching the facial expressions of the tech as she went around and around the damn spot all the while saying she couldn't comment on anything because she wasn't a radiologist...I nearly had a stroke. I liked the cheerful expression and hug I got from the mammography tech much better. Buddy The Elf should do ultrasounds.
http://youtu.be/u-C0Av5ICYw (who hasn't been the raccoon at one point or another?)
I guess I should at least try and go to bed...if nothing else I can sit and growl while I watch Elf...sooner or later I am bound to fall asleep.
Sunday, November 6, 2011
longest sunday ever
I wish we could stay on standard time. As much as I like getting that extra hour in my weekend...this is by far my most favorite day of the year (with the exception of birthdays and holidays)...I DETEST the Sunday we lose an hour, and I NEVER adjust to daylight savings. Never. Just sayin...
The plan for today was to bake pumpkin bread and then spend the rest of our day painting and doing art projects together, just the two of us. Well, I didn't have any eggs and was too lazy to go to the store and get some, and then the little neighbor kid showed up and now her and The Pea are upstairs playing. Best laid plans...
I am warming to the kid, but I really wanted today to be just me and The Pea. These days never end up looking like the spread out of parenting magazine like I want them to, instead there is always at least one screaming match, a few tears, something spilled, and a time out, but I'm not ready to give them up or share them...and I am sick of breaking up fights and saying no.
One six year old is capable of coming up with a few hair brained ideas, but two are capable of coming up with a never ending supply...the ideas don't double, they multiply exponentially. Not to mention the wear and tear on the house and all of the Pea's clothes. Why do they feel the need to change every 3 and a half minutes? And how is it possible to tear, ruin, or make filthy an item of clothing in the 3 minutes that it is on?
Furthermore, why do little girls scream at glass breaking pitch? And how ironic is it that in order to stop them, I have to SCREAM, at an even higher pitch and decibel level, "STOP SCREAMING!" (which I just did, btw...)
If it wasn't for the extra hour of sleep I got this morning, I'm pretty sure I would have started drinking by now.
The plan for today was to bake pumpkin bread and then spend the rest of our day painting and doing art projects together, just the two of us. Well, I didn't have any eggs and was too lazy to go to the store and get some, and then the little neighbor kid showed up and now her and The Pea are upstairs playing. Best laid plans...
I am warming to the kid, but I really wanted today to be just me and The Pea. These days never end up looking like the spread out of parenting magazine like I want them to, instead there is always at least one screaming match, a few tears, something spilled, and a time out, but I'm not ready to give them up or share them...and I am sick of breaking up fights and saying no.
One six year old is capable of coming up with a few hair brained ideas, but two are capable of coming up with a never ending supply...the ideas don't double, they multiply exponentially. Not to mention the wear and tear on the house and all of the Pea's clothes. Why do they feel the need to change every 3 and a half minutes? And how is it possible to tear, ruin, or make filthy an item of clothing in the 3 minutes that it is on?
Furthermore, why do little girls scream at glass breaking pitch? And how ironic is it that in order to stop them, I have to SCREAM, at an even higher pitch and decibel level, "STOP SCREAMING!" (which I just did, btw...)
If it wasn't for the extra hour of sleep I got this morning, I'm pretty sure I would have started drinking by now.
Saturday, November 5, 2011
10
I just got done flipping through Parenting magazine, reading would be an overstatement, and on the last page was a cute 10 things list...ten things we wish we could say to our kids...for example "Babies are made when a man and a woman love each other very much and want to get as close as possible...or when they've had too much to drink and are feeling lonely."
A few thoughts...
1) I FINALLY stopped reading fashion and beauty magazines because they always made me feel fat, frumpy, and seriously out of style...I am going to have to stop reading parenting magazines as well. They too make me feel fat, frumpy, and out of style AND like I will never measure up as a parent.
2) Lying to our kids is obviously necessary in certain situations, but when is it not, and when do you stop?
3) I want to do a 10 things list...must work on that.
A few thoughts...
1) I FINALLY stopped reading fashion and beauty magazines because they always made me feel fat, frumpy, and seriously out of style...I am going to have to stop reading parenting magazines as well. They too make me feel fat, frumpy, and out of style AND like I will never measure up as a parent.
2) Lying to our kids is obviously necessary in certain situations, but when is it not, and when do you stop?
3) I want to do a 10 things list...must work on that.
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
good
Holy crazy coupla days...
I get pretty wrapped up in Halloween, cuz I love dressing up, and HAD to create ridiculous pirate costumes for myself, The Boy, and The Pea. Now I am gearing up for the Pea's birthday (TOMORROW!) and have no boxes, bags, or goodie holders what so ever ( http://crazyincarolina.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-all-about-boxes.html )and so am scrambling to get it together, and get my head in the game. I wasn't even going to write tonight, because I need to get downstairs and get busy, BUT, I wanted to share something.
Remember my news fast? http://crazyincarolina.blogspot.com/2011/10/football-and-pixie-dust.html Well, it is still going strong, I have no idea what is going on anywhere in the world except my little corner of it, and as a result I am a happier person. Occasionally though, some good news does get reported, and thankfully HawaiiMom decided to share it (thanks!).
Here ya go: https://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=10150373441113934
Have a great night y'all...I have all things pink, princess, sprinkles, and balloons to somehow mash together into a cohesive surprise for my baby girl.
I get pretty wrapped up in Halloween, cuz I love dressing up, and HAD to create ridiculous pirate costumes for myself, The Boy, and The Pea. Now I am gearing up for the Pea's birthday (TOMORROW!) and have no boxes, bags, or goodie holders what so ever ( http://crazyincarolina.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-all-about-boxes.html )and so am scrambling to get it together, and get my head in the game. I wasn't even going to write tonight, because I need to get downstairs and get busy, BUT, I wanted to share something.
Remember my news fast? http://crazyincarolina.blogspot.com/2011/10/football-and-pixie-dust.html Well, it is still going strong, I have no idea what is going on anywhere in the world except my little corner of it, and as a result I am a happier person. Occasionally though, some good news does get reported, and thankfully HawaiiMom decided to share it (thanks!).
Here ya go: https://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=10150373441113934
Have a great night y'all...I have all things pink, princess, sprinkles, and balloons to somehow mash together into a cohesive surprise for my baby girl.
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
smashing lady parts
I finally had the ol' mammogram and my boobies hurt a bit. My plan was to go to yoga tonight, but since I felt like at any moment my girls could have fallen off my chest, downward dog was not an option. I decided, instead, to walk with the Pea while she rode her bike. One would think this was just a ho hum occasion...all five year olds ride their bike in the afternoons right? Wrong. The Boy and I slaved over that bike last Christmas Eve...it is a one of a kind, custom, tricked out, kick ass, pink bike...and she rode it ONCE. Christmas day she took it out, took a turn a bit too fast and fell, and somehow smashed her lady parts. It has taken her 10 months to work up the courage to try it again. I can't say I blame her...if in her mind: bike = bruised bits, well...
So, just so happened yesterday, she up and decided it was time. Out of the blue the bike came out of it's resting place and around and around the kitchen she went until she felt like she could handle it without harming herself. Today we ventured outside. Up and down the street she rode, proud of herself and her bike, and not a single lady part was harmed. No southern bits anyway, BUT my northern bits felt like they were sliding off my ribcage and more than once I caught myself holding one in each hand. I was positive when I took off my bra tonight the boobies would come with it...or still be attached but unfurl like tube socks. I'm happy to report neither happened, but I'm wearing a sports bra to bed.
The mammogram itself was, overall, a lot less horrible than I expected. I did some research going in, and made sure to find an imaging clinic that only had the newer "gentler" digital machines, and that, coupled with a really great tech who didn't man handle me, probably made a huge difference. I know Smash, and plenty of other ladies, haven't been so lucky. I also had the good fortune of getting the advice to take some Motrin an hour or so before hand...I never would have thought to do that if my sister hadn't mentioned it.
Since I feel like my experience was made better because going in I knew what to expect, I thought I would share it for any of you out there who haven't had the pleasure of getting your boobies mashed, smashed, and photographed, so that you too, will have a better than average experience.
For starters, do your research and make sure you go digital...ooooh, and another thing, my original appointment was scheduled during a not optimal time of the month....my girls hurt if you looked at them, touching them was out of the question...had I not mustered up the balls to call and reschedule I would have been on the floor in a puddle *shudder* Make sure your appointment is the week AFTER your period, and even if you like 'em man handled by your man, take some Motrin, cuz the machine you can't slap and say "gentle! geez..."
After checking in, and giving them enough personal information for them to easily steal my identity, I headed to the dressing area and stripped from the waist up. I put on a gown, which was cute with my four inch heels (they let you keep your shoes on) and then the tech led me into "the room" which is dominated by "the machine" which essentially looks like a plastic vice grip...a GINORMOUS plastic vice grip. She had me take the gown off on one side and slapped a little metal sticker on my nipple, which was a surprise...no one told me about the sticker. I stepped up to the plate, so to speak, and she lifted my left one onto it. I then had to do a little contortion act with one arm huggin' the machine, the other "relaxed" yeah right, and my head tilted to the side so the top plate (the smasher) wouldn't uppercut me when it unsmashed. I'm GLAD I had on heels cuz I felt like I was being picked up off the ground as the top plate came down. As it came down it simultaneously smooshed and pulled and then there was a click, and I was released. This got repeated 3 more times, with assorted combinations of lifting, mashing, "look up" and "relax." I only had a mild panic attack, and after one short break to sit down with my head between my knees ("you were sweating, shaking, and turning white, bless your heart child!") I was fine. If you can get your blood pressure taken, or watch your dog get a shot, without having a panic attack and passing out (I can not), you will be fine.
After ripping the little metal stickers off my nipples (which I debated just leaving there cuz I KNEW it was gonna smart like hell) I gathered up the girls, poured them into my bra, got myself dressed, and headed out. Had I not had to go back to work I would have gone to the nearest bar and ordered a martini, instead, I hit the nearest Taco Bell and ordered pretty much everything on the menu.
I could have thought of at least three things I would have rather done with my morning, and my boobs, but I am glad I did it. I hope anyone who is told by their doctor that they need one doesn't chicken out like I almost did, because it really isn't all that bad.
I would go ahead and get the martini afterward though, cuz the Taco Bell? Bad...very. bad. idea.
So, just so happened yesterday, she up and decided it was time. Out of the blue the bike came out of it's resting place and around and around the kitchen she went until she felt like she could handle it without harming herself. Today we ventured outside. Up and down the street she rode, proud of herself and her bike, and not a single lady part was harmed. No southern bits anyway, BUT my northern bits felt like they were sliding off my ribcage and more than once I caught myself holding one in each hand. I was positive when I took off my bra tonight the boobies would come with it...or still be attached but unfurl like tube socks. I'm happy to report neither happened, but I'm wearing a sports bra to bed.
The mammogram itself was, overall, a lot less horrible than I expected. I did some research going in, and made sure to find an imaging clinic that only had the newer "gentler" digital machines, and that, coupled with a really great tech who didn't man handle me, probably made a huge difference. I know Smash, and plenty of other ladies, haven't been so lucky. I also had the good fortune of getting the advice to take some Motrin an hour or so before hand...I never would have thought to do that if my sister hadn't mentioned it.
Since I feel like my experience was made better because going in I knew what to expect, I thought I would share it for any of you out there who haven't had the pleasure of getting your boobies mashed, smashed, and photographed, so that you too, will have a better than average experience.
For starters, do your research and make sure you go digital...ooooh, and another thing, my original appointment was scheduled during a not optimal time of the month....my girls hurt if you looked at them, touching them was out of the question...had I not mustered up the balls to call and reschedule I would have been on the floor in a puddle *shudder* Make sure your appointment is the week AFTER your period, and even if you like 'em man handled by your man, take some Motrin, cuz the machine you can't slap and say "gentle! geez..."
After checking in, and giving them enough personal information for them to easily steal my identity, I headed to the dressing area and stripped from the waist up. I put on a gown, which was cute with my four inch heels (they let you keep your shoes on) and then the tech led me into "the room" which is dominated by "the machine" which essentially looks like a plastic vice grip...a GINORMOUS plastic vice grip. She had me take the gown off on one side and slapped a little metal sticker on my nipple, which was a surprise...no one told me about the sticker. I stepped up to the plate, so to speak, and she lifted my left one onto it. I then had to do a little contortion act with one arm huggin' the machine, the other "relaxed" yeah right, and my head tilted to the side so the top plate (the smasher) wouldn't uppercut me when it unsmashed. I'm GLAD I had on heels cuz I felt like I was being picked up off the ground as the top plate came down. As it came down it simultaneously smooshed and pulled and then there was a click, and I was released. This got repeated 3 more times, with assorted combinations of lifting, mashing, "look up" and "relax." I only had a mild panic attack, and after one short break to sit down with my head between my knees ("you were sweating, shaking, and turning white, bless your heart child!") I was fine. If you can get your blood pressure taken, or watch your dog get a shot, without having a panic attack and passing out (I can not), you will be fine.
After ripping the little metal stickers off my nipples (which I debated just leaving there cuz I KNEW it was gonna smart like hell) I gathered up the girls, poured them into my bra, got myself dressed, and headed out. Had I not had to go back to work I would have gone to the nearest bar and ordered a martini, instead, I hit the nearest Taco Bell and ordered pretty much everything on the menu.
I could have thought of at least three things I would have rather done with my morning, and my boobs, but I am glad I did it. I hope anyone who is told by their doctor that they need one doesn't chicken out like I almost did, because it really isn't all that bad.
I would go ahead and get the martini afterward though, cuz the Taco Bell? Bad...very. bad. idea.
Monday, October 24, 2011
more perfect
A few more recipes...
The Pea's Perfect Pumpkin Bread
1 can pumpkin puree (organic if you can find it, but not necessary since you don't eat the skin)
4 eggs (I use vegetarian, cage free)
1/2 cup vegetable oil
1/2 cup applesauce (unsweetened, organic)
2/3 cup water
1 cup sugar
1 cup Truvia
3 cups unbleached, all purpose flour
1/3 cup whole wheat flour
2 teaspoons baking powder
2 teaspoons baking soda
1 1/2 teaspoons salt
3 teaspoons pumpkin pie spice
1 teaspoon Cinnamon
Preheat the oven to 320 for glass pans, 340 for metal (I use glass)
Combine all the dry ingredients and set aside and in another bowl (or if you are like me and don't like to do dishes just form a little well inside the dry ingredients in the same bowl) and beat the eggs, then add oil, applesauce, pumpkin, water, sugar, and Truvia. Mix everything together until well blended and dump it in buttered bread pans (I like to do mini loaves...that way when I eat a whole loaf, it's not so bad).
Bake it till it smells ready and feels firm, about an hour.
K's Kick-Ass Chicken Chili
2 or 3 boneless, skinless chicken breasts (I use vegetarian, cage free)
3 cans white beans (again, organic, if you can find it, drained)
2 bell peppers (organic, any color, I like to use one red, one green, for color, but whatever is fresh and looks good)
1 poblano pepper (or other mild green pepper)
1 jalapeno
1 sweet onion (like a vidalia)
a bunch of garlic (I would use about 4-5 cloves, but not everyone loves garlic like I do)
chicken stock (I like the organic stuff that comes in a box)
pepper
Olive oil
Dice up the peppers, onion, jalapeno (I throw out the pith and the seeds cuz I don't like it crazy hot, but if you do, knock yourself out), garlic, and chicken, and chuck it all in a big saute pan with enough olive oil to cover the bottom of the pan. Saute it up on medium high heat. When everything is nice and caramelized and the chicken is cooked through (it doesn't take long) turn down the heat to low and add the stock, pepper to taste (and salt if you must, but usually stock is salty enough so taste it first) and the beans. If you like it kinda soupy you are done...if you like it thick just let it hang out until it is the right consistency. The water will cook off and the fiber from the beans will thicken it up. I usually let it hang out about 30 minutes...unless I am starving and then I eat it right away.
There ya have it, add a bag of corn chips, a nice dark beer, and the Packers kicking ass, and you are set.
The Pea's Perfect Pumpkin Bread
1 can pumpkin puree (organic if you can find it, but not necessary since you don't eat the skin)
4 eggs (I use vegetarian, cage free)
1/2 cup vegetable oil
1/2 cup applesauce (unsweetened, organic)
2/3 cup water
1 cup sugar
1 cup Truvia
3 cups unbleached, all purpose flour
1/3 cup whole wheat flour
2 teaspoons baking powder
2 teaspoons baking soda
1 1/2 teaspoons salt
3 teaspoons pumpkin pie spice
1 teaspoon Cinnamon
Preheat the oven to 320 for glass pans, 340 for metal (I use glass)
Combine all the dry ingredients and set aside and in another bowl (or if you are like me and don't like to do dishes just form a little well inside the dry ingredients in the same bowl) and beat the eggs, then add oil, applesauce, pumpkin, water, sugar, and Truvia. Mix everything together until well blended and dump it in buttered bread pans (I like to do mini loaves...that way when I eat a whole loaf, it's not so bad).
Bake it till it smells ready and feels firm, about an hour.
K's Kick-Ass Chicken Chili
2 or 3 boneless, skinless chicken breasts (I use vegetarian, cage free)
3 cans white beans (again, organic, if you can find it, drained)
2 bell peppers (organic, any color, I like to use one red, one green, for color, but whatever is fresh and looks good)
1 poblano pepper (or other mild green pepper)
1 jalapeno
1 sweet onion (like a vidalia)
a bunch of garlic (I would use about 4-5 cloves, but not everyone loves garlic like I do)
chicken stock (I like the organic stuff that comes in a box)
pepper
Olive oil
Dice up the peppers, onion, jalapeno (I throw out the pith and the seeds cuz I don't like it crazy hot, but if you do, knock yourself out), garlic, and chicken, and chuck it all in a big saute pan with enough olive oil to cover the bottom of the pan. Saute it up on medium high heat. When everything is nice and caramelized and the chicken is cooked through (it doesn't take long) turn down the heat to low and add the stock, pepper to taste (and salt if you must, but usually stock is salty enough so taste it first) and the beans. If you like it kinda soupy you are done...if you like it thick just let it hang out until it is the right consistency. The water will cook off and the fiber from the beans will thicken it up. I usually let it hang out about 30 minutes...unless I am starving and then I eat it right away.
There ya have it, add a bag of corn chips, a nice dark beer, and the Packers kicking ass, and you are set.
Sunday, October 23, 2011
sunday
Sunday! Sunday! Sunday!
What a difference a day makes. Today is perfect. Again, it is glorious weather, again, there is football on tv, again, the Pea and her little buddy are sitting in the driveway...BUT, today I am not annoyed. Nope, not a bit.
Today, I was able to start the day with my favorite show, CBS Sunday Morning, drink an entire pot of coffee in peace, snuggle with the Pea while the pumpkin bread we made baked in the oven, and get a few things done without ONCE having to stop and yell "STOP YELLING AND BE NICE!"
Ahhh...much better.
So, as most of you know, the Pea and I are gearing up for our Christmas in Disney. In less than two months I will be in my happy place, hemorrhaging money. Since most everything there is a bit on the pricey side, we have to pick and choose what we do, and what we buy. We don't do souvenirs, other than pressed pennies and a photo cd (because I don't need any more plastic shit in my house), we don't buy clothes there (because why would you when you can get Micky shirts at Target for $7), and the Pea knows better than to bother asking for anything being sold by a street vendor.
One place we go all out though, is food...or more specifically, dining experiences. I am a big fan of the "character meal." For those of you who don't know, the character meal is one where specific characters come around the dining room and stop at your table to interact for a few minutes. The only other way to interact with the characters is to stand in line in the parks. Some of the lines go on for DAYS...I don't do lines. Combining my favorite thing: food, with one of the major reasons we go to Disney in the first place: the chance for the Pea to get hugged by a princess, is brilliant, and worth every penny. We are scheduled to do three meals with princesses and one with Pooh Bear. I am actually just as excited as the Pea,Price Charming is nummy because the food is awesome.
I thought I was the only person in love with Disney food (because most people just think it is overpriced and not all that great) until I stumbled on this little gem: http://www.disboards.com/showthread.php?t=2284684
Food Porn. I have been looking at a bunch of it lately. I am so addicted to this form of porn, in fact, that I have already started planning what restaurants to eat at for subsequent trips to the world, because I want to try it ALL. Most of the good restaurants actually do not have characters, so it looks like I am either going to have to start going more often, going without the Pea (which would never work because I would feel so guilty I couldn't eat), or lying and telling her the characters are sick and can't come around whenever we go into a place without them.
I don't think going more often is feasible unless I win the lottery, so I am officially going to start lying to my kid on our next trip. Until then, I have my porn.
My recipe for a perfect day:
Wake upnext to Prince Charming with a perfect cup [pot] of coffee, bake some pumpkin bread, make some chili, chill some beer, turn on a good [any] football game, and during the commercials scroll through some food porn. voila, perfecto!
What a difference a day makes. Today is perfect. Again, it is glorious weather, again, there is football on tv, again, the Pea and her little buddy are sitting in the driveway...BUT, today I am not annoyed. Nope, not a bit.
Today, I was able to start the day with my favorite show, CBS Sunday Morning, drink an entire pot of coffee in peace, snuggle with the Pea while the pumpkin bread we made baked in the oven, and get a few things done without ONCE having to stop and yell "STOP YELLING AND BE NICE!"
Ahhh...much better.
So, as most of you know, the Pea and I are gearing up for our Christmas in Disney. In less than two months I will be in my happy place, hemorrhaging money. Since most everything there is a bit on the pricey side, we have to pick and choose what we do, and what we buy. We don't do souvenirs, other than pressed pennies and a photo cd (because I don't need any more plastic shit in my house), we don't buy clothes there (because why would you when you can get Micky shirts at Target for $7), and the Pea knows better than to bother asking for anything being sold by a street vendor.
One place we go all out though, is food...or more specifically, dining experiences. I am a big fan of the "character meal." For those of you who don't know, the character meal is one where specific characters come around the dining room and stop at your table to interact for a few minutes. The only other way to interact with the characters is to stand in line in the parks. Some of the lines go on for DAYS...I don't do lines. Combining my favorite thing: food, with one of the major reasons we go to Disney in the first place: the chance for the Pea to get hugged by a princess, is brilliant, and worth every penny. We are scheduled to do three meals with princesses and one with Pooh Bear. I am actually just as excited as the Pea,
I thought I was the only person in love with Disney food (because most people just think it is overpriced and not all that great) until I stumbled on this little gem: http://www.disboards.com/showthread.php?t=2284684
Food Porn. I have been looking at a bunch of it lately. I am so addicted to this form of porn, in fact, that I have already started planning what restaurants to eat at for subsequent trips to the world, because I want to try it ALL. Most of the good restaurants actually do not have characters, so it looks like I am either going to have to start going more often, going without the Pea (which would never work because I would feel so guilty I couldn't eat), or lying and telling her the characters are sick and can't come around whenever we go into a place without them.
I don't think going more often is feasible unless I win the lottery, so I am officially going to start lying to my kid on our next trip. Until then, I have my porn.
My recipe for a perfect day:
Wake up
Saturday, October 22, 2011
beer goggles
It is a glorious fall afternoon. The weather could not be more perfect. I have beer in my fridge and football on the TV. The Pea is outside creating a mural, out of sidewalk chalk, in the driveway. I should be happy as a damn clam and loving life, right? Wrong...I am annoyed. I am annoyed because in the driveway with the Pea is her newest bestest friend, who supposedly lives across the street. I say supposedly because it feels like she lives here.
Every day when I get home she is here before I can open my car door and get out. Every night I have to send her home, both her and the Pea kicking and screaming. This morning my doorbell rang at 7:45am. If I hadn't already been up with a pot of coffee brewing I would have lost my damn mind. Twice today I have sent her home because I just want some time with my kid, but since my kid would rather play with her than me, she is back, and I let her.
I worked really hard, and paid a steep price, to set my little world up the way it is, and I am having a hard time letting others in. I only get two Saturdays a month with my little peanut, I really don't want to spend those days babysitting someone elses kid and breaking up arguments. If I have said "stop screaming and play nice!!!!" once, I have said it a THOUSAND times. I don't have to say that when it's just the two of us. Ok, I do, but not nearly as often.
On one hand, I know she wants to play with friends and she needs to develop socially...on the other, I am selfish and want her all to myself. Not to mention that taking care of myownself and MY offspring is hard enough...I really don't need to be taking care of someone else's kid. The kid isn't bad, she doesn't require much, but for some reason it is starting to really rub me the wrong way.
Today the ice cream truck came by and The Pea tore off outside with her purse. Her life savings is $3 (the portion that is hers to spend as she likes, anyway, the rest is going to Disney). It pissed me off to no end that she bought TWO ice creams at a $1.50 each. Pissed. Me. Off. I didn't say anything, just let her do it, and then let them sit outside and eat, but I swear I wanted to snatch the ice cream out of the kid's hand...and then what? It made the Pea happy, she was fine spending her money and sharing, what the hell is wrong with me?
It's not like my Pea hasn't hung out with other people in the neighborhood. For a while she practically lived at "kid paradise" I wonder if the mom over there felt the same way toward the Pea that I do about this little one? I wouldn't have blamed her if she did, but I'm guessing she didn't. Why do I have no tolerance for other people's kids?
Sometimes I feel like a heartless bitch, and I am ashamed of myself. Thank God not all people are like me or we wouldn't have any teachers or pediatricians. I love the Pea so much it scares me; I would spend every moment of every day with her. Even when she pisses me off I want to squeeze her, and would give her my own heart if she needed it, so I know I am capable of loving children, just apparently not other people's children. Although, I do love my nephews, so I dunno...
Beer seems to make me like everybody better...maybe I will just go get one. I know I am one of the guys, but never in my wildest dreams did I think I would need beer goggles to help me deal with a girl.
Every day when I get home she is here before I can open my car door and get out. Every night I have to send her home, both her and the Pea kicking and screaming. This morning my doorbell rang at 7:45am. If I hadn't already been up with a pot of coffee brewing I would have lost my damn mind. Twice today I have sent her home because I just want some time with my kid, but since my kid would rather play with her than me, she is back, and I let her.
I worked really hard, and paid a steep price, to set my little world up the way it is, and I am having a hard time letting others in. I only get two Saturdays a month with my little peanut, I really don't want to spend those days babysitting someone elses kid and breaking up arguments. If I have said "stop screaming and play nice!!!!" once, I have said it a THOUSAND times. I don't have to say that when it's just the two of us. Ok, I do, but not nearly as often.
On one hand, I know she wants to play with friends and she needs to develop socially...on the other, I am selfish and want her all to myself. Not to mention that taking care of myownself and MY offspring is hard enough...I really don't need to be taking care of someone else's kid. The kid isn't bad, she doesn't require much, but for some reason it is starting to really rub me the wrong way.
Today the ice cream truck came by and The Pea tore off outside with her purse. Her life savings is $3 (the portion that is hers to spend as she likes, anyway, the rest is going to Disney). It pissed me off to no end that she bought TWO ice creams at a $1.50 each. Pissed. Me. Off. I didn't say anything, just let her do it, and then let them sit outside and eat, but I swear I wanted to snatch the ice cream out of the kid's hand...and then what? It made the Pea happy, she was fine spending her money and sharing, what the hell is wrong with me?
It's not like my Pea hasn't hung out with other people in the neighborhood. For a while she practically lived at "kid paradise" I wonder if the mom over there felt the same way toward the Pea that I do about this little one? I wouldn't have blamed her if she did, but I'm guessing she didn't. Why do I have no tolerance for other people's kids?
Sometimes I feel like a heartless bitch, and I am ashamed of myself. Thank God not all people are like me or we wouldn't have any teachers or pediatricians. I love the Pea so much it scares me; I would spend every moment of every day with her. Even when she pisses me off I want to squeeze her, and would give her my own heart if she needed it, so I know I am capable of loving children, just apparently not other people's children. Although, I do love my nephews, so I dunno...
Beer seems to make me like everybody better...maybe I will just go get one. I know I am one of the guys, but never in my wildest dreams did I think I would need beer goggles to help me deal with a girl.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
football and pixie dust
I don't get the whole occupy wall street thing...I think all the candidates are off their rocker...I am frightened that our economy is one media frenzy away from collapse.
I have never LIKED watching the news, but now, I can't even look at it. Just seeing the headlines when I sign in to my computer every morning depresses me. I know I am an adult, and I am supposed to care, and have opinions, and be educated in order to cast an educated vote, but with every awful news story I find myself feeling more and more helpless. The world has pretty much always been in a state of turmoil. There have always been bad people, there has always been at least two countries at war, there is always at least one economy near collapse; there has NOT always been a gazillion media conglomerates with the technology to instantly share all that bad news and make money off it.
WHERE IS ALL THE GOOD NEWS?!
There are babies being born and doing cute things every day and yet for some reason the only time I see a baby in the news is if it has disappeared, been brutally killed, or popped out the vagina of a celebrity. I can't see that shit without getting sick to my stomach. I want to see pictures of healthy babies that were born to normal people...I know they are out there.
There are couples getting married every day...happy couples, that actually love each other, and don't have a movie premiering this Friday. I would like to see some happy love stories.
Not all guys going through divorces murder their families and kill themselves, but you would think so if you read the news. I want more stories like this: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2051501/101-uses-ex-wifes-wedding-dress-Husband-turns-pain-divorce-hilarious-new-book.html?ITO=1490 I just happened to stumble on this story because in my haste to exit out of the headlines page, after a third horrifying story flashed across the screen, I clicked on this.
I can't take it anymore. I don't care if I end up sounding like an uneducated moron and vote for an idiot (which is pretty much a given, regardless of who I vote for). Here is what I plan to do (because after all, news is a business and consumer driven and not watching the 6 o'clock or buying newspapers didn't stop it from creeping into my life) I am going to change my default log in page from MSN to igoogle and I am only going to allow things like: the weather, sports, inspirational quotes, news from Disney, or pictures of puppies. If I read any news at all it will be from http://www.theonion.com/ . I will no longer see the horrible headlines, which should keep me from being horrified all day, thinking about them. I won't go to yahoo or aol, and any of my Facebook friends that post links to things that are awful, I will hide from my view.
I know the world is not all football, magic, and pixie dust, but damnit, I want it to be.
I have never LIKED watching the news, but now, I can't even look at it. Just seeing the headlines when I sign in to my computer every morning depresses me. I know I am an adult, and I am supposed to care, and have opinions, and be educated in order to cast an educated vote, but with every awful news story I find myself feeling more and more helpless. The world has pretty much always been in a state of turmoil. There have always been bad people, there has always been at least two countries at war, there is always at least one economy near collapse; there has NOT always been a gazillion media conglomerates with the technology to instantly share all that bad news and make money off it.
WHERE IS ALL THE GOOD NEWS?!
There are babies being born and doing cute things every day and yet for some reason the only time I see a baby in the news is if it has disappeared, been brutally killed, or popped out the vagina of a celebrity. I can't see that shit without getting sick to my stomach. I want to see pictures of healthy babies that were born to normal people...I know they are out there.
There are couples getting married every day...happy couples, that actually love each other, and don't have a movie premiering this Friday. I would like to see some happy love stories.
Not all guys going through divorces murder their families and kill themselves, but you would think so if you read the news. I want more stories like this: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2051501/101-uses-ex-wifes-wedding-dress-Husband-turns-pain-divorce-hilarious-new-book.html?ITO=1490 I just happened to stumble on this story because in my haste to exit out of the headlines page, after a third horrifying story flashed across the screen, I clicked on this.
I can't take it anymore. I don't care if I end up sounding like an uneducated moron and vote for an idiot (which is pretty much a given, regardless of who I vote for). Here is what I plan to do (because after all, news is a business and consumer driven and not watching the 6 o'clock or buying newspapers didn't stop it from creeping into my life) I am going to change my default log in page from MSN to igoogle and I am only going to allow things like: the weather, sports, inspirational quotes, news from Disney, or pictures of puppies. If I read any news at all it will be from http://www.theonion.com/ . I will no longer see the horrible headlines, which should keep me from being horrified all day, thinking about them. I won't go to yahoo or aol, and any of my Facebook friends that post links to things that are awful, I will hide from my view.
I know the world is not all football, magic, and pixie dust, but damnit, I want it to be.
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
tell yours
I got an email tonight requesting information on how to start a blog. This is the third of the sort in the past few weeks, and the fifth or so overall, so I thought I would do a "how to."
For starters, if you are doing a personal blog, like mine, ask yourself "Am I really ready to face my own reality, be honest with the world, and own who I am?" This isn't so important if your blog is about scrapbooking, knitting, or pictures of cats. Blogging is journaling, and if it's fake your readers will figure it out really quick. Not only will your readers figure it out, but you will, and you will lose interest...it's just too damn hard to keep it up when you are trying to be something you aren't (like funny all the time). I fight that now, as I try to balance being real and honest with being too open. When I start writing about random stuff (like flinging poo, for instance) and leave out the personal stuff, I free myself from having to answer questions and face realities that I sometimes would rather not. I also cheat myself, and my readers, of the good stuff...the stuff that binds us all together, makes us human, and makes us real. Ultimately, writing about life enables me to see it in a better light, which helps others, who can identify in some way. Some days I answer the question with "Nope, not today..." and that is ok, but if the answer for you is "Nope, not ever..." then find yourself a nice leather bound journal that you can keep on your bedside table. When your answer is "Ok, I think I can..." proceed.
I happen to like www.blogger.com no surprise there...but there are others. For me blogger was easy. It is pretty user friendly, when they aren't trying to update it, and it walks you through, step by step. You can start writing a few minutes after setting up. You will need a Gmail account, but the rest is up to you. You can set up a profile, or not. There are all kinds of pre-made templates that you can choose from and customize or you can make your own. If you are a writer, and not an artist, the templates are great. If you are creating a professional blog you may want to take it to the next level, but for personal ones, I say: sign on, pick one you like, and start writing.
The next step is determining who, if anyone, you want to know about and read your blog. I have three blogs, two are private. Originally one of the other two I had set up for a few people to read, but I have since closed it...it is my daily pour my heart and soul out, no editing, no holds, balls to the wall, diary, and also serves to house the many posts that have been deleted off of this one (that I refer to as "the crazy blog"). The third is my "dream" blog. It houses ideas, dreams, thoughts, stories, questions, and ramblings. Account settings are VERY important if you don't want random strangers reading your stuff. With Blogger (and I couldn't tell you how it works with others, but I gotta assume very much the same) you can have it open, closed, or custom. With the custom you can allow only certain people (and you have to put in their email addresses) or only blog authors (again I think you have to put in their email) or both. The custom is great if you are just starting and want input from a few people, but want to control who those people are. I would also suggest the closed in the beginning, just so you can get the hang of posting, editing, etc. You would be surprised how brilliant you think you are when you are typing away at 2 a.m. only to come back the next day and think "Oh dear God, why did I write that?! and what the hell point was I trying to make?"
If you want to start a professional, political, business, or technical blog you probably want to keep things modest. Stay away from curly fonts, crazy or trendy colors (unless your blog is about fashion or trends) and off color language. If your blog is just ranting about being a single mom feeling completely out of place in a crazy world that spins way faster than you think it should, go crazy...bright colors, random fonts, a few f-bombs...or not...the point is, it's your blog, make it yours, but if you are trying to win voters or make money, play it safe.
Regarding a name...big sigh. A name can make or break your blog. I admit, I read, or don't read, blogs JUST because they have, or don't have, cool names...what keeps me reading is if they make me laugh, cry, think, or change...but I'm sure there are plenty out there I never gave the chance because it was titled something like "My Thoughts on Life." I happen to be a fan of geographical names (ya think?) because they clue you in to where they take place, and plays on the writers name are good too...if you want your name out there. Don't let not being able to figure out a name hold you back from writing, despite how important it may be down the road. A name can always be changed or added. Start writing, worry about the name later.
Not just the name, but the format, style, layout...everything can be changed. Don't let perfection paralysis stand in your way. When I started I just wrote. I had a few stories in my head that I wanted to get down on paper and MiMi suggested I start online; I didn't even know what a blog was at the time. I googled it when I got home from my session that day and that is what led me to Blogger. I think there were 3 templates to choose from at the time. The name came after the second or third post...telling people (Smash) came a few weeks later...telling the world (ok, my little tiny corner of it) came about a year after that.
Starting, and continuing, my blog has been a great way for me to process my thoughts, tell my stories, face my own fears, keep in touch with others, and create. There have been a few bumps in the road, and it is nothing if not humbling, but I highly recommend it.
Everyone has a story...tell yours.
For starters, if you are doing a personal blog, like mine, ask yourself "Am I really ready to face my own reality, be honest with the world, and own who I am?" This isn't so important if your blog is about scrapbooking, knitting, or pictures of cats. Blogging is journaling, and if it's fake your readers will figure it out really quick. Not only will your readers figure it out, but you will, and you will lose interest...it's just too damn hard to keep it up when you are trying to be something you aren't (like funny all the time). I fight that now, as I try to balance being real and honest with being too open. When I start writing about random stuff (like flinging poo, for instance) and leave out the personal stuff, I free myself from having to answer questions and face realities that I sometimes would rather not. I also cheat myself, and my readers, of the good stuff...the stuff that binds us all together, makes us human, and makes us real. Ultimately, writing about life enables me to see it in a better light, which helps others, who can identify in some way. Some days I answer the question with "Nope, not today..." and that is ok, but if the answer for you is "Nope, not ever..." then find yourself a nice leather bound journal that you can keep on your bedside table. When your answer is "Ok, I think I can..." proceed.
I happen to like www.blogger.com no surprise there...but there are others. For me blogger was easy. It is pretty user friendly, when they aren't trying to update it, and it walks you through, step by step. You can start writing a few minutes after setting up. You will need a Gmail account, but the rest is up to you. You can set up a profile, or not. There are all kinds of pre-made templates that you can choose from and customize or you can make your own. If you are a writer, and not an artist, the templates are great. If you are creating a professional blog you may want to take it to the next level, but for personal ones, I say: sign on, pick one you like, and start writing.
The next step is determining who, if anyone, you want to know about and read your blog. I have three blogs, two are private. Originally one of the other two I had set up for a few people to read, but I have since closed it...it is my daily pour my heart and soul out, no editing, no holds, balls to the wall, diary, and also serves to house the many posts that have been deleted off of this one (that I refer to as "the crazy blog"). The third is my "dream" blog. It houses ideas, dreams, thoughts, stories, questions, and ramblings. Account settings are VERY important if you don't want random strangers reading your stuff. With Blogger (and I couldn't tell you how it works with others, but I gotta assume very much the same) you can have it open, closed, or custom. With the custom you can allow only certain people (and you have to put in their email addresses) or only blog authors (again I think you have to put in their email) or both. The custom is great if you are just starting and want input from a few people, but want to control who those people are. I would also suggest the closed in the beginning, just so you can get the hang of posting, editing, etc. You would be surprised how brilliant you think you are when you are typing away at 2 a.m. only to come back the next day and think "Oh dear God, why did I write that?! and what the hell point was I trying to make?"
If you want to start a professional, political, business, or technical blog you probably want to keep things modest. Stay away from curly fonts, crazy or trendy colors (unless your blog is about fashion or trends) and off color language. If your blog is just ranting about being a single mom feeling completely out of place in a crazy world that spins way faster than you think it should, go crazy...bright colors, random fonts, a few f-bombs...or not...the point is, it's your blog, make it yours, but if you are trying to win voters or make money, play it safe.
Regarding a name...big sigh. A name can make or break your blog. I admit, I read, or don't read, blogs JUST because they have, or don't have, cool names...what keeps me reading is if they make me laugh, cry, think, or change...but I'm sure there are plenty out there I never gave the chance because it was titled something like "My Thoughts on Life." I happen to be a fan of geographical names (ya think?) because they clue you in to where they take place, and plays on the writers name are good too...if you want your name out there. Don't let not being able to figure out a name hold you back from writing, despite how important it may be down the road. A name can always be changed or added. Start writing, worry about the name later.
Not just the name, but the format, style, layout...everything can be changed. Don't let perfection paralysis stand in your way. When I started I just wrote. I had a few stories in my head that I wanted to get down on paper and MiMi suggested I start online; I didn't even know what a blog was at the time. I googled it when I got home from my session that day and that is what led me to Blogger. I think there were 3 templates to choose from at the time. The name came after the second or third post...telling people (Smash) came a few weeks later...telling the world (ok, my little tiny corner of it) came about a year after that.
Starting, and continuing, my blog has been a great way for me to process my thoughts, tell my stories, face my own fears, keep in touch with others, and create. There have been a few bumps in the road, and it is nothing if not humbling, but I highly recommend it.
Everyone has a story...tell yours.
Monday, October 17, 2011
flinging poo
Yesterday, as I was driving home from picking up the Pea, I came up behind a white pick-up truck. This was a nice looking truck, not a beat up work truck. It had some black vinyl letters across the back of the tail gate, in a fancy script, that as I got closer I was able to read.
"No Flinging Poo"
At first I laughed, but then I was kind of perplexed, it got me thinking.
The owner of this vehicle went to some lengths to put this on the truck. This wasn't a "wash me" written in the dirt, or a bumper sticker. These were cut vinyl, which I know, from my brief stint working at a sign shop, take some effort, planning, and money. WHY?
We live in a fairly rural area in NC, but NEVER in all my years here have I ever encountered any one flinging poo. Matter of fact the only time I have ever witnessed it at all was in the monkey habitat at the zoo, and as far as I know, monkeys can't read, so making a sign would be a waste of time.
Was this some sort of metaphor or inside joke?
I dunno...but I thought I would share...and in case any of you have encountered so much flinging of poo that you felt you needed a sign, on your vehicle, in big, bold, black, letters I feel for ya...I'm sorry. I must live a rather blessed life cuz I have just never felt the need.
"No Flinging Poo"
At first I laughed, but then I was kind of perplexed, it got me thinking.
The owner of this vehicle went to some lengths to put this on the truck. This wasn't a "wash me" written in the dirt, or a bumper sticker. These were cut vinyl, which I know, from my brief stint working at a sign shop, take some effort, planning, and money. WHY?
We live in a fairly rural area in NC, but NEVER in all my years here have I ever encountered any one flinging poo. Matter of fact the only time I have ever witnessed it at all was in the monkey habitat at the zoo, and as far as I know, monkeys can't read, so making a sign would be a waste of time.
Was this some sort of metaphor or inside joke?
I dunno...but I thought I would share...and in case any of you have encountered so much flinging of poo that you felt you needed a sign, on your vehicle, in big, bold, black, letters I feel for ya...I'm sorry. I must live a rather blessed life cuz I have just never felt the need.
Saturday, October 15, 2011
good morning! good morning! good morning!
So I started my morning, after I smooched The Boy (yes, we have progressed to smooching) and had some coffee, by reading this: http://www.pickthebrain.com/blog/how-to-start-your-morning-5-tips-to-create-more-energy-and-confidence/#more-6710 and while I didn't actually DO any of the things he suggested, it did get me kind of fired up to start the day, and write, and even though it hasn't lead to much writing, I must say I LOVE my new writing area. It is in a corner of my bedroom (which is on the second story of my house) in front of a window. The other night it was nice and cozy, with my little lamp on, and all my cool stuff surrounding me, but today it is much more fun. As I type I can look out the window and spy on see my neighbors in their yards, watch the kids play, and see all the trees, which are starting to change color.
It is an absolutely gorgeous day. Perfect fall weather, and I love fall. The only thing that could make this moment any better is a pumpkin doughnut. I have a nice steamy cup of coffee, but a doughnut would do nicely right about now.
The Pea is with her dad, and my plan for the day is to finish the project I started about a million years ago, the clearing out and organizing of my house. I got a good jump start on the remnants that I had stashed in the guest bedroom last week when I was forced to clear out the room so my Aunt could sleep in it, and now I am finally tackling it. Well, I'm GOING to tackle it, as soon as I get off the computer...and run to Dunkin Donuts...and Target...and...
Well, I will let you know how it goes.
It is an absolutely gorgeous day. Perfect fall weather, and I love fall. The only thing that could make this moment any better is a pumpkin doughnut. I have a nice steamy cup of coffee, but a doughnut would do nicely right about now.
The Pea is with her dad, and my plan for the day is to finish the project I started about a million years ago, the clearing out and organizing of my house. I got a good jump start on the remnants that I had stashed in the guest bedroom last week when I was forced to clear out the room so my Aunt could sleep in it, and now I am finally tackling it. Well, I'm GOING to tackle it, as soon as I get off the computer...and run to Dunkin Donuts...and Target...and...
Well, I will let you know how it goes.
Thursday, October 13, 2011
arrrgghh
Wow...it has been a whole week. A lot has happened. Nothing earth shattering or terribly exciting, but lots of little things that kept me busy (and off the computer). I had visitors this weekend, family from up north, which was awesome. The Pea very much enjoyed having other adults to entertain (it helped they brought gifts) and interact with. I had another few dates with The Boy. I had to spend a day out of town at a class for work. The Pea had an open house at her school. I was finally able to catch up with Dude...and now that I am typing it, it all seems way less busy than it did at the time. Somehow a whole week flew by and yet in just a few sentences I have recapped.
Huh...well then.
One of the things I did last week was make myself a fancy new writing area in my bedroom, complete with a desk, chair, lamp, and assorted "inspirational" items (like my "bitter with baggage seeks same" sign, and "where are we going and why am I in this handbasket?" coaster) and now I have writers block. Maybe I should have just stuck with sitting in bed with my laptop on my lap?
Maybe gearing up for Halloween next week will result in something good to share (I actually bought stuff to decorate the house and the Pea and I are going to be pirates!). Until then...a little look back...hopefully we don't end up with the littlest pissed off pirate that ever there was.
Huh...well then.
One of the things I did last week was make myself a fancy new writing area in my bedroom, complete with a desk, chair, lamp, and assorted "inspirational" items (like my "bitter with baggage seeks same" sign, and "where are we going and why am I in this handbasket?" coaster) and now I have writers block. Maybe I should have just stuck with sitting in bed with my laptop on my lap?
Maybe gearing up for Halloween next week will result in something good to share (I actually bought stuff to decorate the house and the Pea and I are going to be pirates!). Until then...a little look back...hopefully we don't end up with the littlest pissed off pirate that ever there was.
Monday, November 2, 2009
pissedoffedness
I started
Halloween by getting yelled at in the parking lot of a Dunkin Donuts by a woman
with no teeth. Well, ok, she had SOME teeth, just not the ones in the front. Not
sure exactly why she was yelling at me either, something to the effect of "I'll
be out of your way in a minute, damn!" and as far as I was concerned she wasn't
even in my way. I was minding my own business, trying to get the Pea out of her
car seat and she was getting out of her car next to me...anyway, I went home and
flossed...then brushed...then flossed again. I couldn't eat any candy after that
either cuz all I could think of was that scary woman yelling at me and me just
wanting her to shut her mouth. Of course, I would prolly be in general pissed
off all the time if I had no teeth.
Speakin' of pissed off, the Pea ended up being the teeny tiniest most pissed off pumpkin that ever was, later that night. The Pea was a pumpkin for Halloween, and for some reason, a rather irritated one. She wanted to head out about 4pm and when I wouldn't let her she got pissed and stayed that way, there were a few bright spots through the night, but an overall air of pissedoffedness, that coming from less than 30lbs of baby girl, was just plain funny. Dancergirl and her little guy came over, we all had dinner together and then we set out for trick or treating. After a few houses the Pea decided she was done and headed for home, leaving the three of us stunned, and then me running after her. When we got home I thought she would enjoy handing out candy. Instead, whenever someone came to the house she rolled her eyes, stomped to the front door, pointed to the bowl, said "it's right there!" and then left them, a bit stunned, and stomped back to her perch on a bar stool in the kitchen, where she scowled at me while I talked on the phone to Smash.
Sunday was a lazy day for the most part, although we did head to Betty's for the afternoon game and dinner. Luckily by then the Pea was back to her usual happy self, and we had a nice night. This morning I have been fighting to stay motivated to do anything other than go back to bed...I do have to go assemble goodie bags for the Pea's birthday party, and now that I think about it will go do, and since I don't have anything more to report, or anything all that interesting, I will leave you with last years post about goodie boxes... http://crazyincarolina.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-all-about-boxes.html
and then I will go floss again...just for good measure.
Speakin' of pissed off, the Pea ended up being the teeny tiniest most pissed off pumpkin that ever was, later that night. The Pea was a pumpkin for Halloween, and for some reason, a rather irritated one. She wanted to head out about 4pm and when I wouldn't let her she got pissed and stayed that way, there were a few bright spots through the night, but an overall air of pissedoffedness, that coming from less than 30lbs of baby girl, was just plain funny. Dancergirl and her little guy came over, we all had dinner together and then we set out for trick or treating. After a few houses the Pea decided she was done and headed for home, leaving the three of us stunned, and then me running after her. When we got home I thought she would enjoy handing out candy. Instead, whenever someone came to the house she rolled her eyes, stomped to the front door, pointed to the bowl, said "it's right there!" and then left them, a bit stunned, and stomped back to her perch on a bar stool in the kitchen, where she scowled at me while I talked on the phone to Smash.
Sunday was a lazy day for the most part, although we did head to Betty's for the afternoon game and dinner. Luckily by then the Pea was back to her usual happy self, and we had a nice night. This morning I have been fighting to stay motivated to do anything other than go back to bed...I do have to go assemble goodie bags for the Pea's birthday party, and now that I think about it will go do, and since I don't have anything more to report, or anything all that interesting, I will leave you with last years post about goodie boxes... http://crazyincarolina.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-all-about-boxes.html
and then I will go floss again...just for good measure.
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