If only it were that simple or even that insignificant amount of money. However, it is not. Here's the problem- some months ago I was hired to be a blogging consultant to launch a particularly new (and by new I mean, having no idea what the heck they were getting themselves into, all very obvious now) scheduling company to the DC Metro area. I was ecstatic. I completely believed in and loved the product. The company is woman-owned and family friendly too. It was proof-positive that going to BlogHer can get you work too. One of the biggest draws of online slot games is the variety they offer. From fruit machines to video slots, there’s something for everyone. For the best chances of winning, it’s important to focus on a slot gacor, which offers a higher chance of landing a winning … [Read more...]
Mmph…
Amount of times woken up last night by TD: Six.Legitimate night time issues with TD: Two. All others just up and whining for no apparent reason. Le SIGH....Glasses broken that were full of water: One, all over a library book or two and the nightstand.Nightstand books thrown around the room helter skelter style after water spillage: At least four.Number of blog posts composed in my head (this not being one of them) because I could not sleep: Five at the very least.What I look like today and why I'm now not sitting in a Starbucks drinking a decaf latte or running mad errands around town in the preschool clock/adrenaline rush/countdown.I clearly need some time alone today. Maybe a facial mask and some conditioner is needed as well. Eeesh. … [Read more...]
Guilty As Charged
Allow me to climb atop my soap box for a minute.Whew! That soap box is feeling mighty high these days... or maybe it's just my less than limber pregnant self where pants are an obstacle course just to put on these days.A fellow blogger sent this out and I couldn't help myself. Just watch. Reflect. Know that we are all guilty as charged too.I remember vowing to have a better body image after the birth of TD and failing miserably the first year as I dealt with a post-baby body. Then I took a much needed R&R trip out west and found that two of my dear friends are just as bad as me and haven't even had kids. It gave me a lot to think about and I vowed again with a new ferocity to just focus on being healthy and happy with what God gave me.My body, while not 19 anymore or even 24, is … [Read more...]
Damn, It Feels Good to be a Gangster
So there I am tooling around town testing out Chevy's latest mom-mobile, the Traverse, and it hits me. This car? It's nice, yes. But I'm totally addicted to the XM Radio.The heated or cooled seats? Sure, those are peachy as are the two DVD players with wireless headphones, the chrome finish, two sunroofs and other gadgets I don't have in my car.Yet, it's the XM radio that I can't pull myself away from. Particularly the Groove and Rhyme stations. And really how ridiculous is it to see a heavily pregnant blond woman driving some teal grocery-getter while getting way too excited about hearing songs like Ice Cube's 'Down for Whatever' while she pulls into the World Market parking lot.Then I look over and realize I'm next to a car full of nuns from Tennessee and I instantly wonder, "What do … [Read more...]
Our Deep, Dark and Dank Secret
Enter the unfinished part of our basement and you will find a colossal mess. It's a maze of soon to be used baby gear, tools, random household objects and where many things go to die. It's also the place you can typically find my husband if you cannot find him anywhere else in the house. When all attempts to call him go unheard all you have to do is descend the steps, open the partly broken door and there he is in all his hidden attempt at a man-cave glory. Typically, there is only the eerie glow of the computer screen and the blinking lights of the router to light the way. All else is encased in darkness. Here you will find H pouring through his emails, downloading such classic tunes as Vanilla Ice's 'Ice, Ice, Baby' from iTunes and reading page after page of Fantasy Sports … [Read more...]
At a Loss
My friend's mother is dying. I've been getting the updates on a regular basis the last few weeks, then days and now hour by hour as it doesn't look like she is going to make it through the day. I want to be there for her in any way that I can but I feel at such a loss in this department. I don't even handle my own grief well. When I'm at funeral homes for a funeral or a cremation service and surrounded with grave markers, even for someone very close to me, I do the multiplication tables in my head so I won't cry. I am loathe to cry in front of my family. I feel other family members do it enough for all of us. Hugs to do not flow easily from my arms. Kind words with no trace of sarcasm or making one laugh also do not happen very often. The loss of one's mother is something I cannot … [Read more...]
It’s Preschools Fault If My Water Breaks Today
Howdy Folks!It seems to be that time right about now. The point in our program where I begin that final countdown (Aztec Tomb, anyone?). Today, hits the 'ONE MONTH TO GO' mark. Can you feel my excitement? Or is that just the pain I've recently inflicted on you with the purple nurples and kicks to the groin (or sappy posts) I feel like giving everyone so they can know my pain too. I am a real ball of joy right now let me tell you.Nope. There is nothing like waking up late on field trip day and having a deadline all while trying to pack snacks, get a toddler to make up her mind about breakfast then stick to her plan of eating it, while trying to shower and not curse the weather AGAIN today. Seriously, WHERE THE F is Fall? I want my sweaters and no more 80 degree days! I want to keep … [Read more...]
Damn, He’s Good.
He takes her out to play while I make dinner.He gets up in the middle of the night when I am usually the one on first alert. He soothes her potty/bathroom light fears and puts her back in bed with a tenderness I do not posses at that hour.He reads her bedtime stories. Let's her ride her bike in the house.He tells me I'm still his HW (Hot Wife) even with 10 years, two pregnancies and a very uncomfortable, cursing like a pirate, whining like a two year-old third trimester with me. The man is willing to trim "down there" since I can no longer see it. Or paint his own toe nails with me during a pedicure. Salt scrub included. He folds laundry. Takes out the trash. Does the dreaded commute daily and sometimes more so we don't have to. He doesn't grumble over my weekly girls nights unless I … [Read more...]
My Boycott of ‘The Hills’
At first, it was just that smarmy feeling. A tiny alarm bell that went off in the back of my brain as I watched 'The Hills' transfixed by the vapidness of it all and the clothes. Ah, the clothes. The first bell sounded when Heidi moved out of Lauren's apartment to move in with Spencer. I thought, "Well, no good will come of this."The following season it happened again. I watched with more alarm and a bit of foreboding as Heidi lost all her friends and was humiliated at work and in front of her co-workers (Vegas style). At the time I was angry at her boss for placing the blame on her and not her douche of a boyfriend, Spencer. He is clearly a boy, not a man, with whom she has no control or power over and yet she was the one being penalized. It wasn't right. Yet, I continued to watch. … [Read more...]
Alone Again
Well, this is odd. There are dishes in my sink. They have been there all day too. I don't know why they are not in the dishwasher or already clean and sparkly in my cabinets.Oh, right.My Mom left last night. There's no one to answer TD's endless "Why?" and "Why not?" questions that just go in circles either. The laundry is done, but for how long? The house seems so quiet without the whistling of the tea kettle throughout the day and evening. There's no one asking me why I continue to own an iron that doesn't recoil properly or where my paper napkins are. It's downright disconcerting on some levels.Who will cook dinner tonight? Oh, right. Now I remember... me. Damn. … [Read more...]