The Landlord... such a classic. The best viral video in my opinion.
The Landlord from Will Ferrell
and one from my old favorite tv show.. The State
and my favorite commercial parody, ever.
Enjoy!
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Funny Friday - Classic Edition
You have probably seen these, but they are some of our favorite stupid videos and never fail to make us laugh.
The Landlord... such a classic. The best viral video in my opinion.
and one from my old favorite tv show.. The State
and my favorite commercial parody, ever.
Enjoy!
The Landlord... such a classic. The best viral video in my opinion.
and one from my old favorite tv show.. The State
and my favorite commercial parody, ever.
Enjoy!
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Would You Rather Wednesday..
AH.. you thought I forgot, didn't you? But I didn't! It's time for our favorite weekly game! I give you some questions with two possible answers, you have to pick one! you can't say neither!
Now, would you rather....
Wear this
#1
Or this (#2)
to your husband's work christmas party?
sneeze uncontrollably or orgasm uncontrollably?
be best friends with Perez Hilton or Cameron Diaz?
and gross out bonus:
Get it on all freaky-deaky with Marilyn Manson
or Prince Charles?
Now, would you rather....
Wear this
#1
Or this (#2)
to your husband's work christmas party?
sneeze uncontrollably or orgasm uncontrollably?
be best friends with Perez Hilton or Cameron Diaz?
and gross out bonus:
Get it on all freaky-deaky with Marilyn Manson
or Prince Charles?
Monday, February 23, 2009
A Tribute To A Friend..
I have been meaning to write this post for awhile now, but wasn't really ready to write it. I'm still a little emotional about the whole thing, but I'm ready to tell you all about a very special part of my life for many years. His name was Zack. He was our dog.
But to me, Zack was more than just a dog.He was my friend and a major part of our family. I know that some of you have pets and you understand. Some of you will find this post silly and overly emotional. To you, I say, bear with me and listen to what I have to say. You may just change your mind.
Zack was a white boxer. He was our first baby. He was neuorotic and goofy and air-headed. He was weird. He hated the Teletubbies with a passion. If he even heard their voices as we flicked through the channels, he would run to the tv and try to bite them. He was goofy. He once got a huge plastic ball stuck in his mouth and my neighbor had to use a hack saw to cut it in half to get it out. He was a tough looking dog, but such a baby. He would run around with my husband and hurt himself and keep playing. But if I walked outside, he would stop playing and limp over, giving me his paw as if saying "I got a boo-boo." He was so damn lovable. We lived on a farm for four years and the cows adopted him as an honorary calf. We would come home from work and he would be in the cow pen, just chilling with the ladies. They would lick his face and moo at him. Every single time I bent down to hand him his food bowl, he would lick my cheek as if saying thanks. When we moved to our first apartment, we found a local vet that would board him for us during the day. (Zack was not used to apartment living. We learned the hard when he broke a window the first day.) They started with putting him in a crate, but by the end of the day, they just let him run around the office. There was a litter of kittens there, and he just played with them all day. He was the most gentle giant. He used to hike with me in the morning and he once caught a baby bunny under his foot. He stopped, looked at me, and let it go. I swear.
And he was my buddy. When I was pregnant and on bed rest, he would lay on the couch with me, his head on my huge belly. That baby would kick and roll, and he would stay right there. I think he loved Roslyn even before she was born. When she came home, he slept under her crib. When she developed colic issues and cried all the time, he licked his paws raw. As she grew into a little girl, he tolerated her riding on his back and dressing him up as a princess. But most of all, he tolerated the fact that we had another baby now. And even though we lost our temper with him, and ignored him way too much once the baby came, he loved us. Unconditionally. Any attention we gave him was enough.
His health deteriorated quickly. He started wetting the house. We gave him shots for diabetes, and he never once snapped at us or ran. He just simply came and took his medicine. The doctor told us there was nothing much we could do, but care for him as best we could. He said Zack was not in pain, but it would be a pain to care for him. I bought doggie diapers. He even put up with those. He had control of his bowels, but would leak urine. We knew the end was coming. I was still shocked when it did.
My husband woke me up at 5am. With tears in his eyes, he said "I think you may want to go sit with zack and say goodbye." Zack had thrown up blood during the night. He was losing more blood through his bowels. We were calling frantically to the vet. I sat in the basement with Zack for hours, with his head on my legs, petting his soft head. He would look at me, and give me a little kiss and close his eyes. Finally, the vet got back to us and we ran him in. We knew there was nothing they could do. His organs had failed. He was gone even before the needle entered his vein.
I had never seen my husband really cry until that point. Craig stood and stoked his beloved best friend's side as he ceased to breathe, murmuring, "He was such a good boy." I was inconsolable. The doctor left us alone. We hugged and cried, mourning the loss of the best dog we had ever known.
And even now, a year and half later, we still talk about Zack, as if he is still around. And though we have two new dogs, it will never be the same. I will never let myself love a dog as much as I loved Zack. I'm guarded now. And I know that Craig is too. I'm so thankful for the years that we did have with him. But eleven years went by too fast and I still miss him. I think I always will.
So, to those of you who think its silly to get attached to an animal like this..maybe you're right. It was silly to love a dog like a person. But he loved us no matter what we did, protected us and made us laugh. The least we could do was love him back.
But to me, Zack was more than just a dog.He was my friend and a major part of our family. I know that some of you have pets and you understand. Some of you will find this post silly and overly emotional. To you, I say, bear with me and listen to what I have to say. You may just change your mind.
Zack was a white boxer. He was our first baby. He was neuorotic and goofy and air-headed. He was weird. He hated the Teletubbies with a passion. If he even heard their voices as we flicked through the channels, he would run to the tv and try to bite them. He was goofy. He once got a huge plastic ball stuck in his mouth and my neighbor had to use a hack saw to cut it in half to get it out. He was a tough looking dog, but such a baby. He would run around with my husband and hurt himself and keep playing. But if I walked outside, he would stop playing and limp over, giving me his paw as if saying "I got a boo-boo." He was so damn lovable. We lived on a farm for four years and the cows adopted him as an honorary calf. We would come home from work and he would be in the cow pen, just chilling with the ladies. They would lick his face and moo at him. Every single time I bent down to hand him his food bowl, he would lick my cheek as if saying thanks. When we moved to our first apartment, we found a local vet that would board him for us during the day. (Zack was not used to apartment living. We learned the hard when he broke a window the first day.) They started with putting him in a crate, but by the end of the day, they just let him run around the office. There was a litter of kittens there, and he just played with them all day. He was the most gentle giant. He used to hike with me in the morning and he once caught a baby bunny under his foot. He stopped, looked at me, and let it go. I swear.
And he was my buddy. When I was pregnant and on bed rest, he would lay on the couch with me, his head on my huge belly. That baby would kick and roll, and he would stay right there. I think he loved Roslyn even before she was born. When she came home, he slept under her crib. When she developed colic issues and cried all the time, he licked his paws raw. As she grew into a little girl, he tolerated her riding on his back and dressing him up as a princess. But most of all, he tolerated the fact that we had another baby now. And even though we lost our temper with him, and ignored him way too much once the baby came, he loved us. Unconditionally. Any attention we gave him was enough.
His health deteriorated quickly. He started wetting the house. We gave him shots for diabetes, and he never once snapped at us or ran. He just simply came and took his medicine. The doctor told us there was nothing much we could do, but care for him as best we could. He said Zack was not in pain, but it would be a pain to care for him. I bought doggie diapers. He even put up with those. He had control of his bowels, but would leak urine. We knew the end was coming. I was still shocked when it did.
My husband woke me up at 5am. With tears in his eyes, he said "I think you may want to go sit with zack and say goodbye." Zack had thrown up blood during the night. He was losing more blood through his bowels. We were calling frantically to the vet. I sat in the basement with Zack for hours, with his head on my legs, petting his soft head. He would look at me, and give me a little kiss and close his eyes. Finally, the vet got back to us and we ran him in. We knew there was nothing they could do. His organs had failed. He was gone even before the needle entered his vein.
I had never seen my husband really cry until that point. Craig stood and stoked his beloved best friend's side as he ceased to breathe, murmuring, "He was such a good boy." I was inconsolable. The doctor left us alone. We hugged and cried, mourning the loss of the best dog we had ever known.
And even now, a year and half later, we still talk about Zack, as if he is still around. And though we have two new dogs, it will never be the same. I will never let myself love a dog as much as I loved Zack. I'm guarded now. And I know that Craig is too. I'm so thankful for the years that we did have with him. But eleven years went by too fast and I still miss him. I think I always will.
So, to those of you who think its silly to get attached to an animal like this..maybe you're right. It was silly to love a dog like a person. But he loved us no matter what we did, protected us and made us laugh. The least we could do was love him back.
Question of the Week...
So, here's your question of the week, hopefully sparking some blog creativity. You can post your answers here in my comments section or take the question on over to your blog and do it there! Just trying to spread some inspiration!
If you could read the mind of one other person for one day, who would it be and why? It could be a movie star, a family member, friend or even your pet.
I guess I would choose my husband. I know that sounds weird.. but I just want to hear what goes on in that mind of his. I want to see his day through his eyes. I want to see just how amazingly annoying I can be sometimes. Craig is a quiet guy. Getting him to talk about serious things is like pulling teeth. He tends to sit and brood, unlike me, who likes to talk a subject to death. Sometimes it drives me insane trying to figure out what the hell he is thinking. I can ask him twenty times what is wrong and he says "nothing." But hours later, after begging and pleading, he will tell me. I would love to just hear what's going on in that cute head. I can see sometimes that there is something on the tip of his tongue, but he bites it back. The man is a mystery to me sometimes. He is shy around some people and doesn't say much. When he does speak, he usually has something hilarious and totally random to say, which I love. I would love to hear the sillier things going on in there that he doesn't say. Most of all, I want to know what he thinks of me. Of us. He doesn't say much. But I know he loves me. Sometimes though, I would like to know how much and why. I'm not always lovable. Hmm.. maybe reading his mind wouldn't be that great of an idea?
If you could read the mind of one other person for one day, who would it be and why? It could be a movie star, a family member, friend or even your pet.
I guess I would choose my husband. I know that sounds weird.. but I just want to hear what goes on in that mind of his. I want to see his day through his eyes. I want to see just how amazingly annoying I can be sometimes. Craig is a quiet guy. Getting him to talk about serious things is like pulling teeth. He tends to sit and brood, unlike me, who likes to talk a subject to death. Sometimes it drives me insane trying to figure out what the hell he is thinking. I can ask him twenty times what is wrong and he says "nothing." But hours later, after begging and pleading, he will tell me. I would love to just hear what's going on in that cute head. I can see sometimes that there is something on the tip of his tongue, but he bites it back. The man is a mystery to me sometimes. He is shy around some people and doesn't say much. When he does speak, he usually has something hilarious and totally random to say, which I love. I would love to hear the sillier things going on in there that he doesn't say. Most of all, I want to know what he thinks of me. Of us. He doesn't say much. But I know he loves me. Sometimes though, I would like to know how much and why. I'm not always lovable. Hmm.. maybe reading his mind wouldn't be that great of an idea?
Sunday, February 22, 2009
#18 American Wife by Curtis Sittenfeld
I recommended this book to our book group, Girls with Books, because I had heard so much hype about it. It was touted as a "fictional account of Laura Bush's life". Curtis Sittenfeld had taken certain real aspects of the former first lady's life and created a novel around them, including a horrific accident that occured in her teen years and her marriage to a very controversial president. The rest is said to be pure fiction. But that's kind of hard to swallow. As I read the book, it felt like a autobiography. I had to keep reminding myself that this is not Laura Bush narrating the story, but the imagined character of Alice Blackwell. I could feel myself, at times, commiserating with the real Laura Bush and at other times, hating her. But the book is not about Laura Bush! Such a hard concept to wrap my head around and to be honest, I am still struggling with that. Sittenfeld wrote a very controversial book, in any case.
When I turned the last page, I thought.. "I hate this book." And then a few minutes later, I felt I loved it. I struggled with my personal opinions of the Bush presidency affecting my opinion. Once I was able to put my political views aside and look at the book for what it was, fiction, I decided that I really enjoyed it. When you allow yourself to remember that is not about the real Bush family, and it is not about politics, but about a fictional woman's life and choices,it becomes a great book. Alice Blackwell felt very real, and her story was interesting to me. I did not understand or agree with many of her actions, or better yet, her refusal to act, but she was intriguing.
If you are able to set aside your political views and see the book as a work of fiction, I think you will enjoy it. Curtis Sittenfeld is a an amazing author. If you have not read her previous books, Prep and The Man of My Dreams, you are missing out. They are not as controversial, but just as well written.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Funny Friday...Why I'm Not a Nurse..
So, for Funny Friday this week, I am going to tell you a little story that my girlfriends find freakin' hilarious. Which, of course, means that it involves me making a total ass of myself.
It all started with a cold. And you all know how dramatic I am when I am sick. I went to the doctor as a last resort, my throat was on fire. I had a throat infection. They gave me antibiotics and sent me home, saying "if you have any questions, just give us a call." (they know better now, thank you very much.)
The next morning, I wake up and my throat hurts so bad. I shine a flashlight in my mouth and see that the "little punching bag" thing is really swollen. Of course, I freak and call my best friend. I say, "I'm gonna call the doctor. What's that thing called anyway? I don't wanna say "punching bag"." She says she doesn't know. I then say, "Oh wait! I know! It's the VULVA! right?" And she says, "oh yeah.. I think you're right." We're both really, really smart.
This is the converstation I had with the nurse:
me: My vuvla is huge and bright red.
Nurse: um, sorry?
me: My vulva it's gigantic and it hurts.
Nurse: your Vulva?
Me: Yeah.. I can touch it with my tongue.. it's enormous. I don't know what's going on.
Nurse: Wait a minute (i think she might have put me on speaker) Your vuvla is huge and red and you can touch it with your tongue? I think you need to call your gynecologist.
Me: Why? is that a sign of something bad??? (I'm freaking out.. a sore throat means ovarian cancer or something?)
Nurse: Ok, hold on (laughing) are we talking about your genitals?
Me: (completely dumbfounded...) NO! (what a pervert) My throat!
Nurse : (cannot stop laughing..)oh! Your UVULA! I was begining to think you were some sort of contortionist!
The following is the definition of the word Vulva (I am sure most of you know it..)
*the external female genitalia, including the clitoris and the inner and outer labia surrounding the urethral and vaginal openings.*
And yes, I am posting this early...
It all started with a cold. And you all know how dramatic I am when I am sick. I went to the doctor as a last resort, my throat was on fire. I had a throat infection. They gave me antibiotics and sent me home, saying "if you have any questions, just give us a call." (they know better now, thank you very much.)
The next morning, I wake up and my throat hurts so bad. I shine a flashlight in my mouth and see that the "little punching bag" thing is really swollen. Of course, I freak and call my best friend. I say, "I'm gonna call the doctor. What's that thing called anyway? I don't wanna say "punching bag"." She says she doesn't know. I then say, "Oh wait! I know! It's the VULVA! right?" And she says, "oh yeah.. I think you're right." We're both really, really smart.
This is the converstation I had with the nurse:
me: My vuvla is huge and bright red.
Nurse: um, sorry?
me: My vulva it's gigantic and it hurts.
Nurse: your Vulva?
Me: Yeah.. I can touch it with my tongue.. it's enormous. I don't know what's going on.
Nurse: Wait a minute (i think she might have put me on speaker) Your vuvla is huge and red and you can touch it with your tongue? I think you need to call your gynecologist.
Me: Why? is that a sign of something bad??? (I'm freaking out.. a sore throat means ovarian cancer or something?)
Nurse: Ok, hold on (laughing) are we talking about your genitals?
Me: (completely dumbfounded...) NO! (what a pervert) My throat!
Nurse : (cannot stop laughing..)oh! Your UVULA! I was begining to think you were some sort of contortionist!
The following is the definition of the word Vulva (I am sure most of you know it..)
*the external female genitalia, including the clitoris and the inner and outer labia surrounding the urethral and vaginal openings.*
And yes, I am posting this early...
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Would You Rather Wednesday..
All right.. it's time to play your favorite game! You know you love it. I give you questions with two possible answers, you have to choose. None of that "neither" stuff... cause that's cheating! Leave your answers (and please, feel free to elaborate) in my comments!
Now, would you rather?
Learn to speak up more? or learn to keep your mouth shut?
Be one of Paris Hilton's dogs or Brittany Spear's kids?
Wear a bikini to your high school reunion or stand naked in front of your grocery store for three minutes? (check out these melons, baby!)
Bonus gross out question:(and I am taking it easy on your this week..you're welcome)
Learn all the sordid and kinky details of your parents sex life or have them learn about yours (everything)?
Now, would you rather?
Learn to speak up more? or learn to keep your mouth shut?
Be one of Paris Hilton's dogs or Brittany Spear's kids?
Wear a bikini to your high school reunion or stand naked in front of your grocery store for three minutes? (check out these melons, baby!)
Bonus gross out question:(and I am taking it easy on your this week..you're welcome)
Learn all the sordid and kinky details of your parents sex life or have them learn about yours (everything)?
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
An Interview with the most interesting person in the world....
Ok, maybe not. It's just me! I am still answering some questions from some of my readers... so here goes. (Please, don't see this as a desperate attempt to blog SOMETHING today and I am out of ideas.. cause that is not the case. I am a wealth of creative ideas and I, um, just can't choose which awesome idea to go with... yeah, that's it...)
1.what are the top 5 sites you log onto when you get on the Internet?
Well, this is easy!
1. Newsweek.com
2. thesecretsiteforawesomebloggersonly.com
3. Rocket Scientists.com
4. brain surgery for dummies.com
5. Supermodel body doubles (I'm a regular contributor)
Ok, maybe not. This could be embarrassing and make me look like a superficial brainless, un-cultured (is that a word) cow. But I actually visit...(in this order)
1. Perez Hilton
2. TMZ
3. I Has A Hot Dog
4. Fail BLog
5. I can has a cheezburger
But I swear, after I visit those, I am off to research time travel and cures for diseases..(or, I just go to webmd and look up my recent ailments.. concluding that I do in fact have every incurable and very rare disease know to man..)
Question #2
Do you ever post things and then delete them because it was either not a good post or knew that if the person it was about ever read it you'd be embarrassed?
yes, and the person was myself... see question #1
Question #3
What book do you remember reading as a child that literally sparked your lifelong love of books?
Oh yes! The Little House on the Prairie series! I remember I got the box set for christmas when I was 9 and I was so excited.It was my favorite gift, ever. I also got a bike that year, so you can see where my priorities lie. I recently bought the box set for my best friend and she was so excited!! I may just have to borrow them!
So that's it... I am just plain fascinating, ain't I?
1.what are the top 5 sites you log onto when you get on the Internet?
Well, this is easy!
1. Newsweek.com
2. thesecretsiteforawesomebloggersonly.com
3. Rocket Scientists.com
4. brain surgery for dummies.com
5. Supermodel body doubles (I'm a regular contributor)
Ok, maybe not. This could be embarrassing and make me look like a superficial brainless, un-cultured (is that a word) cow. But I actually visit...(in this order)
1. Perez Hilton
2. TMZ
3. I Has A Hot Dog
4. Fail BLog
5. I can has a cheezburger
But I swear, after I visit those, I am off to research time travel and cures for diseases..(or, I just go to webmd and look up my recent ailments.. concluding that I do in fact have every incurable and very rare disease know to man..)
Question #2
Do you ever post things and then delete them because it was either not a good post or knew that if the person it was about ever read it you'd be embarrassed?
yes, and the person was myself... see question #1
Question #3
What book do you remember reading as a child that literally sparked your lifelong love of books?
Oh yes! The Little House on the Prairie series! I remember I got the box set for christmas when I was 9 and I was so excited.It was my favorite gift, ever. I also got a bike that year, so you can see where my priorities lie. I recently bought the box set for my best friend and she was so excited!! I may just have to borrow them!
So that's it... I am just plain fascinating, ain't I?
Monday, February 16, 2009
Question of the Week... (a new Monday regular!)
I am going to be posting a weekly question to get us all going on Monday mornings.. This one is slightly late.. cause I've been working on my page. But here goes:
IF YOU COULD RELIVE ANY PART OF YOUR LIFE, WHAT WOULD IT BE AND WHY?
For me, it's an easy one. I would relive my whole pregnancy with Roslyn and those first few years of her life. I was so sick and miserable when I was pregnant.. I feel like I got cheated. I never got to experience that "glow"... I was too busy puking my brains out. And as for the baby years.. well, they were just a blur. I have trouble even remembering them now. How sad it that? I was going to school and working (mostly at home) and I feel like I missed it all. I mean, I was there, but I wasn't. Does that even make sense? I feel like I wasn't "present" enough. I was paying enough attention. I didn't take enough video or pictures. I didn't record it all. I'm sure all moms feel that way. I remember being so tired, I could barely stand. But I would do it again in a second!
I would definitly like to go back to that first year, because I had some major post-partum issues. Now, that I can recognize my depression and anxiety, I think it would make for a much more pleasant experience. I would have sought help sooner. I wouldn't have suffered like I did. That was a scary time in my life. But I think with a little knowledge it could have been much better.
So, that's the question. You can answer here or on your blog! Have fun and I hope it sparks some nice memories for ya.
IF YOU COULD RELIVE ANY PART OF YOUR LIFE, WHAT WOULD IT BE AND WHY?
For me, it's an easy one. I would relive my whole pregnancy with Roslyn and those first few years of her life. I was so sick and miserable when I was pregnant.. I feel like I got cheated. I never got to experience that "glow"... I was too busy puking my brains out. And as for the baby years.. well, they were just a blur. I have trouble even remembering them now. How sad it that? I was going to school and working (mostly at home) and I feel like I missed it all. I mean, I was there, but I wasn't. Does that even make sense? I feel like I wasn't "present" enough. I was paying enough attention. I didn't take enough video or pictures. I didn't record it all. I'm sure all moms feel that way. I remember being so tired, I could barely stand. But I would do it again in a second!
I would definitly like to go back to that first year, because I had some major post-partum issues. Now, that I can recognize my depression and anxiety, I think it would make for a much more pleasant experience. I would have sought help sooner. I wouldn't have suffered like I did. That was a scary time in my life. But I think with a little knowledge it could have been much better.
So, that's the question. You can answer here or on your blog! Have fun and I hope it sparks some nice memories for ya.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Makin' Some Changes...
You may notice that I will be absent the next few days. I am going to be revamping my site and making some changes. So, excuse the dust and debris.. and we will be back to regular programming in a few days.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Would You Rather Wednesday..
It's time for your weekly torture!! I give you some questions, you have to give an answer and it can't be neither! Link up with Mr. Linky if you want and do one on your blog!
Now, here are your questions for this week:
Would you rather?
Have Angelina Jolie's lips or Jennifer Anniston's abs?
have a rockin' bod and eat nothing but salad or be chubby and eat what you want?
be stuck in an elevator with a werewolf or your mother-in-law? (some of you might need to really think about that..)
and your bonus, gross out question... cause you love them so much...
Would you rather get a 10 minute naked lap dance from Al Roker or give Mr.Belvedere a five minute spanking (naked).. 'cause he's been a naughty boy.
YOU'RE WELCOME!
Now, here are your questions for this week:
Would you rather?
Have Angelina Jolie's lips or Jennifer Anniston's abs?
have a rockin' bod and eat nothing but salad or be chubby and eat what you want?
be stuck in an elevator with a werewolf or your mother-in-law? (some of you might need to really think about that..)
and your bonus, gross out question... cause you love them so much...
Would you rather get a 10 minute naked lap dance from Al Roker or give Mr.Belvedere a five minute spanking (naked).. 'cause he's been a naughty boy.
YOU'RE WELCOME!
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
This is why you're fat...
Check this link. Thisiswhyyourefat
Holy crap.
Um, should I be concerned if some those look nummy to me??
Holy crap.
Um, should I be concerned if some those look nummy to me??
Monday, February 9, 2009
Hair today.....
This is Roslyn a few days ago...
and this is the new, stylish Roslyn... working the new haircut.
That blur behind her is me.. who knows where the hell I was going in such a hurry! I'm like lightnin', baby!
and this is the new, stylish Roslyn... working the new haircut.
That blur behind her is me.. who knows where the hell I was going in such a hurry! I'm like lightnin', baby!
Update on the Baby Issue.
It's not gonna happen. Hubby does not want another baby. At all. Ever. Now, don't get all upset at him for breaking my heart. He's not a jerk. He is just happy the way things are. He is very happy that we have time for each other now. He likes spending time with me. He wants to spend more time together. He thinks a baby will mean less time for us, and he's right. I get that. He also has no siblings. I have two brothers and I can't imagine being an only child. But it looks like Roslyn is going to be one.
One of my girlfriends told me to trick him. I would never, ever, do that. There will be no accidents. We are careful. Very careful. I could not trick him into creating a child that he does not want. I do not want to have a child from deception. Sure, I know he would get used to the idea and he would love the child. But this is his life too and it's his decision, too.
And part of me thinks he is right. We do have it good right now. Do I want a baby because I want to feel needed? If so, he is telling me that he needs me. Roslyn needs me. Do I want a baby because I am bored? I need to find something for me, just me. Maybe some classes? I don't know. But I do know that a baby is not in the picture for any time soon.
I may be thanking him years from now. I may say to him, "You were right. It wouldn't have been the right thing to do." But for right now, I just have to respect his decision, because I love him. He is the man I chose, for many reasons. His common sense being one of them. I am hoping my baby fever will pass. One of my best friends is pregnant, and maybe once I see her struggling with no sleep and a colicky baby I will feel better. Or, maybe not.
One of my girlfriends told me to trick him. I would never, ever, do that. There will be no accidents. We are careful. Very careful. I could not trick him into creating a child that he does not want. I do not want to have a child from deception. Sure, I know he would get used to the idea and he would love the child. But this is his life too and it's his decision, too.
And part of me thinks he is right. We do have it good right now. Do I want a baby because I want to feel needed? If so, he is telling me that he needs me. Roslyn needs me. Do I want a baby because I am bored? I need to find something for me, just me. Maybe some classes? I don't know. But I do know that a baby is not in the picture for any time soon.
I may be thanking him years from now. I may say to him, "You were right. It wouldn't have been the right thing to do." But for right now, I just have to respect his decision, because I love him. He is the man I chose, for many reasons. His common sense being one of them. I am hoping my baby fever will pass. One of my best friends is pregnant, and maybe once I see her struggling with no sleep and a colicky baby I will feel better. Or, maybe not.
This Whole Baby Thing....
Some of you know that I have been a little confused lately.. yes, more than usual. I am starting to really want another baby. Am I nuts? We've got it good right now. Roslyn is very independent. We have a weekly date night with friends. She can spend the night at friend's houses and we can spend time together. She can do things on her own. I can drop her at dance and get an hour to myself. Hubby and I are finally starting to get our groove back. I am the first to admit that when Roslyn was born, I was all about her. But really, what mom isn't? How can you not put that tiny, helpless little baby on the top of your priority list? Especially when she screams like a banshee when she is held by anyone but you? How can you not fall into bed, dead tired and un-showered, and tell you husband "Not tonight, babe." It's natural right? And now we are finally getting alone time again.
So why do I want to do it all over again? Roslyn is turning into a little lady now. We can talk hairstyles and music and friends. We can have shopping days and movie dates together. We can discuss boys. Her and I are very close, and I want it to stay that way. I don't want to take time from her. Her little heart would break if we had another baby... I think. On other hand, wouldn't a little brother or sister be fun?
All the time I am thinking about having another baby, I ask myself, "How can you want to go back to sleepless nights? Do you remember how hard it was? Do you remember not showering for three days because she wouldn't let you put her down? Do you remember the worry? The fear? Do you remember vomiting through your entire pregnancy? How could you forget the hours and hours of labor and then the god awful c-section?"
Well, of course I remember those things. But I also remember the feel of a baby in my arms. That warm, cozy, snuggling little body against my chest. I remember the chubby cheeks and toothless grin that would erupt on her face whenever I peeked into her crib. I remember the fat little arms reaching for me. I remember the cute litte footie pj's and the feel and smell of her fuzzy little head against my cheek. I remember the feeling that I was her world and she was mine.
I miss those days. But will I miss my alone time with Roslyn and Craig if we ever decide to do it again? But in the long run, won't a little sacrifice be worth the outcome?
So why do I want to do it all over again? Roslyn is turning into a little lady now. We can talk hairstyles and music and friends. We can have shopping days and movie dates together. We can discuss boys. Her and I are very close, and I want it to stay that way. I don't want to take time from her. Her little heart would break if we had another baby... I think. On other hand, wouldn't a little brother or sister be fun?
All the time I am thinking about having another baby, I ask myself, "How can you want to go back to sleepless nights? Do you remember how hard it was? Do you remember not showering for three days because she wouldn't let you put her down? Do you remember the worry? The fear? Do you remember vomiting through your entire pregnancy? How could you forget the hours and hours of labor and then the god awful c-section?"
Well, of course I remember those things. But I also remember the feel of a baby in my arms. That warm, cozy, snuggling little body against my chest. I remember the chubby cheeks and toothless grin that would erupt on her face whenever I peeked into her crib. I remember the fat little arms reaching for me. I remember the cute litte footie pj's and the feel and smell of her fuzzy little head against my cheek. I remember the feeling that I was her world and she was mine.
I miss those days. But will I miss my alone time with Roslyn and Craig if we ever decide to do it again? But in the long run, won't a little sacrifice be worth the outcome?
Friday, February 6, 2009
Funny Friday!
Today's funny friday is brought to you by failblog.org
So sad.. but so funny.
Jim? was this you?
My favorite:
Post a funny friday on your blog!! (no, seriously... do it, don't make me come over there.)
So sad.. but so funny.
Jim? was this you?
My favorite:
Post a funny friday on your blog!! (no, seriously... do it, don't make me come over there.)
#160!! how the hell did that happen?
I was gonna celebrate my 150th post...but I forgot.. so I am celebrating 160th! To commemorate this special occasion I am going to compile a list of some of my fave(and possibly stupidest) posts :
1. I've been Bamboozled!
2. This is why I shouldn't clean!
3. Eww! Put that down!
4.Whatever happened to good old anarchy and angst?
5. Abc's of Me
6. The Ballad of Teddy Rippedskin
7. Seduction by TicTacs?
8.Cause nothing says friendship like branding
9. Note to self - it's not the black plague
and I was gonna do ten, but I got nothin'.
I just wanted to say thank you to all my readers. You freakin' rock! Put your arms up, I'm giving you a virtual high five... now down low.. too slow. (yes, I am this cool in real life.) Here's to another 150 (oops, 160) posts!
1. I've been Bamboozled!
2. This is why I shouldn't clean!
3. Eww! Put that down!
4.Whatever happened to good old anarchy and angst?
5. Abc's of Me
6. The Ballad of Teddy Rippedskin
7. Seduction by TicTacs?
8.Cause nothing says friendship like branding
9. Note to self - it's not the black plague
and I was gonna do ten, but I got nothin'.
I just wanted to say thank you to all my readers. You freakin' rock! Put your arms up, I'm giving you a virtual high five... now down low.. too slow. (yes, I am this cool in real life.) Here's to another 150 (oops, 160) posts!
Thursday, February 5, 2009
25 Things.. prepare to be fascinated...
So, this has been going around facebook, but I'm draggin' it over here to blogger! The tag is simply that you list 25 random things about yourself. Why? I don't know... possibly so that people can see how insanely cool you are (or how pathetically boring, as in my case)
1. I call my laptop a "filthy, dirty whore" on a daily basis.
2. This woman with the octoplets pisses me off.
3. I could survive on coffee and cookies alone for years.
4. My pug smells like Fritos.. I don't know why.. he just does. It's his natural odor. No matter how many baths..
5. I watch Gossip Girl. They are the worst actors ever, and the plotlines hysterical, but I still watch. I don't know why.
6. I have passed on my love of immature humor to my daughter. When at work with her daddy the other day (who is a designer) she found a label that said "Butt Splice" on it and wore it for the rest of the day, giggling like a maniac.
7. I could spend a million dollars in Target.
8. I have a crush on Jack Black.
9. I have watched Wet Hot American Summer countless times.
10. My kid quotes snl skits. Her favorite is "I said weeeee"
11. She also does the "tommy want wingy" scene from Tommy Boy.
12. I could truly care less what type of car I drive. I just care where I am going.
13. One of my best friends is pregnant, and it makes me kinda sad.
14. I could not converse without sarcasm.
15. I want to go on vacation. Now.
16. If we had a bigger house, I'd have more dogs.
17. My hubs is hilarious. He makes me cry with laughter.
18. I miss having a little baby.
19. But I don't know if I can do it again.
20. Hubby is happy how we are.
21. I am mountain bike widow. Hubs is a mountain bike fiend and starting to road race now. Though it takes some time from us, I am glad he has his own hobby and I am very proud of his accomplishments.
22. I love the smell of napalm in the morning... (just seeing if your paying attention)
23. I sometimes wonder how life would be if we had stayed in Delaware.
24. I regret every fight I ever had with my husband. (even though they were his fault...lol)
25. Life is going by way too fast. I wish I could slow down time.
That's it! Still awake? Good, cause it's your turn! If you read this, consider yourself tagged!
1. I call my laptop a "filthy, dirty whore" on a daily basis.
2. This woman with the octoplets pisses me off.
3. I could survive on coffee and cookies alone for years.
4. My pug smells like Fritos.. I don't know why.. he just does. It's his natural odor. No matter how many baths..
5. I watch Gossip Girl. They are the worst actors ever, and the plotlines hysterical, but I still watch. I don't know why.
6. I have passed on my love of immature humor to my daughter. When at work with her daddy the other day (who is a designer) she found a label that said "Butt Splice" on it and wore it for the rest of the day, giggling like a maniac.
7. I could spend a million dollars in Target.
8. I have a crush on Jack Black.
9. I have watched Wet Hot American Summer countless times.
10. My kid quotes snl skits. Her favorite is "I said weeeee"
11. She also does the "tommy want wingy" scene from Tommy Boy.
12. I could truly care less what type of car I drive. I just care where I am going.
13. One of my best friends is pregnant, and it makes me kinda sad.
14. I could not converse without sarcasm.
15. I want to go on vacation. Now.
16. If we had a bigger house, I'd have more dogs.
17. My hubs is hilarious. He makes me cry with laughter.
18. I miss having a little baby.
19. But I don't know if I can do it again.
20. Hubby is happy how we are.
21. I am mountain bike widow. Hubs is a mountain bike fiend and starting to road race now. Though it takes some time from us, I am glad he has his own hobby and I am very proud of his accomplishments.
22. I love the smell of napalm in the morning... (just seeing if your paying attention)
23. I sometimes wonder how life would be if we had stayed in Delaware.
24. I regret every fight I ever had with my husband. (even though they were his fault...lol)
25. Life is going by way too fast. I wish I could slow down time.
That's it! Still awake? Good, cause it's your turn! If you read this, consider yourself tagged!
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Would You Rather Wednesday..
You know how it goes... you have to pick one! You can't say neither!!
Now, would you rather:
Be able to get anonymous revenge or to honestly forgive and forget? (everyone who has wronged you)?
Go back ten/twenty years and start over or keep things as they are?
and bonus gross out questions (cause I know you love them..)
Eat a beef gravy popscicle or meatloaf ice cream cone? (mmm.. delish)
Have sex with Richard Simmons (you'll be sweating on the oldie!) or Michael Jackson (yup, you can even nuzzle noses...)
There ya go.. your questions of the week... enjoy!
Now, would you rather:
Be able to get anonymous revenge or to honestly forgive and forget? (everyone who has wronged you)?
Go back ten/twenty years and start over or keep things as they are?
and bonus gross out questions (cause I know you love them..)
Eat a beef gravy popscicle or meatloaf ice cream cone? (mmm.. delish)
Have sex with Richard Simmons (you'll be sweating on the oldie!) or Michael Jackson (yup, you can even nuzzle noses...)
There ya go.. your questions of the week... enjoy!
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Seriously, you guys are the best...
I got tons of questions to answer!! So I am going to grab a couple and work down the list for the next few days! Bye, bye blog funk! So here are the first few:
1. How many books do you usually read in the same time period?
Ok, so this is where my true nerdiness will shine through. I usually have about 4 going at once. One in my purse (for waiting rooms, waiting to pick up the kid at school etc..) One for the bathtub (has to be a cheapy paperback.) One or two next to the couch.. and usually one on my ipod touch (audiobook or e-reader). See.. I told you.
2. Would you like to write a book of your own?
Only if I wanted to bore an untold amount of people to sleep... just kidding. I have tons of ideas for stories and I have amazingly vivid dreams. I wake up thinking, "damn.. that would make a great book!". But I am not patient enough to really stretch out a story. I used to write like crazy as a kid. I would love to take some writing courses and see if I can overcome my itch to just blurt out the whole story in one sentence.
3.What do you eat for breakfast?
I really only eat breakfast on the weekend, when the hubs goes to Wawa (a convenience store) and gets me coffee and something nummy. Generally, I down copious amounts of coffee and vibrate uncontrollably until lunch.
4.Who designed your header?
I did... you can totally tell, can't you??
5.What's your favorite book ever?
What the frig kind of question is that, APRIL?? That's like asking me who my favorite child is... ok, maybe not, I've only got one kid.. but still! Just kidding, girl, you know I love ya!
Now, lets see.. my one favorite book... um.... well, there's..., wait, I can't forget about.... and what about......
forget it... can't do it.
6.Have you ever considered the fact that with your blog title what it is that you can never have laser eye surgery or wear contacts?
Why, yes, I have. And ya know what? I don't care!! I cannot stand anyone messing with my eyes! ewww. eyes gross me out. I will be in glasses forever.. who cares if I look like a librarian!! I could never put in contacts.. oh my god... eww.
1. How many books do you usually read in the same time period?
Ok, so this is where my true nerdiness will shine through. I usually have about 4 going at once. One in my purse (for waiting rooms, waiting to pick up the kid at school etc..) One for the bathtub (has to be a cheapy paperback.) One or two next to the couch.. and usually one on my ipod touch (audiobook or e-reader). See.. I told you.
2. Would you like to write a book of your own?
Only if I wanted to bore an untold amount of people to sleep... just kidding. I have tons of ideas for stories and I have amazingly vivid dreams. I wake up thinking, "damn.. that would make a great book!". But I am not patient enough to really stretch out a story. I used to write like crazy as a kid. I would love to take some writing courses and see if I can overcome my itch to just blurt out the whole story in one sentence.
3.What do you eat for breakfast?
I really only eat breakfast on the weekend, when the hubs goes to Wawa (a convenience store) and gets me coffee and something nummy. Generally, I down copious amounts of coffee and vibrate uncontrollably until lunch.
4.Who designed your header?
I did... you can totally tell, can't you??
5.What's your favorite book ever?
What the frig kind of question is that, APRIL?? That's like asking me who my favorite child is... ok, maybe not, I've only got one kid.. but still! Just kidding, girl, you know I love ya!
Now, lets see.. my one favorite book... um.... well, there's..., wait, I can't forget about.... and what about......
forget it... can't do it.
6.Have you ever considered the fact that with your blog title what it is that you can never have laser eye surgery or wear contacts?
Why, yes, I have. And ya know what? I don't care!! I cannot stand anyone messing with my eyes! ewww. eyes gross me out. I will be in glasses forever.. who cares if I look like a librarian!! I could never put in contacts.. oh my god... eww.
Blog Funk...
I'm in a blog funk. I guess I could say I have writers block, but blog funk sounds cooler.
So, this is solution for my funk. I am soliciting questions from my readers. Got any questions for me? whatcha wanna know? NO questions will be discarded. I'm an open book, baby.
Now, I am off to visit my fav blogs to steal some ideas... I mean, get inspired.
So, this is solution for my funk. I am soliciting questions from my readers. Got any questions for me? whatcha wanna know? NO questions will be discarded. I'm an open book, baby.
Now, I am off to visit my fav blogs to steal some ideas... I mean, get inspired.
Monday, February 2, 2009
#17 The River Wife by Jonis Agee
This is not a particularly big book, but there is a whole lot of story packed into the pages!
The River Wife tells the tale of four women. Annie Lark, a young handicapped wife in the 1800's.Her life is filled with tragedy and heartbreak. She marrys a french fur trader, Jacques Ducharme who seems to be her savior. However, she quickly learns of his greedy side and discovers his pirating schemes and greed. Her life is ended early, but she continues to haunt her husband and future inhabitants of their home.
Omah, a freed slave , soon becomes Jacques partner and "right hand woman." She builds a fortune off of other people's treasures and has to fight her own conscience as often as she fights off her enemies.
Litte Maddie, is Jacques daughter. She finds herself alone at 17 and learns to take care of herself and her father's farm when he goes missing. She is a young woman on her own in the 1800's and is not respected or even expected to survive.
To everyone's surprise, she proves herself and then some. But when it comes time to collect her father's fortune, she learns that her father set quite a few traps for her.
And lastly, Hedie Rails, marries Jacques great-grandson, Clement, in the 1930's. He seems to have inherited his ancestor's greedy nature and makes a living as a gangster and booze runner during Prohibition. Hedie now lives in the house where
the three previous women inhabited and finds the "family book". She reads their stories and is shocked at how similar her own life is. Is there a Ducharme curse? And did the old river pirate, Jacques Ducharme, try and save the future generations?
Will Annie Lark ever rest in peace? And will the family curse finally end with Hedie and Clement or will the past repeat itself?
This book truly felt like four novels in one. I am amazed at Joni Agee's ability to intertwine all these stories and still maintain a real storyline. I loved the book, and though it was truly heartbreaking, it did end with a little light of hope.
I recommend this book to anyone who enjoys a good story, whether you like historical fiction or mysteries. (cause everyone loves a treasure hunt!). Romance lovers will rejoice in the love stories and heartache.
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