The next pet I get, I'm going to name him peeve, so when I introduce him, I can say this is my pet peeve. Except I will need a small army of pets, since I apparently have a few pet peeves.
1. The people in the grocery store with the fully loaded shopping cart who get into the line marked for people with 15 items or less. Enough said.
2. People who don't signal their right or left turn. The drivers on the road aren't psychic buddy, and we don't know if you are slowing down because you're in your car dying, or if because you could possibly be turning down that street over there. You may not know, because not a lot of people do, but your car has a secret mechanism called an indicator. Your steering wheel has a lever on it, that when you move it up or down, will activate an orange light on the back of your car. This orange light signals to all the other drivers on the road (and most importantly, the drive who is behind your ass) if you are turning left or right. If there is no flashing orange light, this is interpreted as you are continuing to go straight.
3. People who cut me off to go slow.
4. Name calling if you're over the age of 13. Even then it already gotten old. Moron, idiot, pansy, etc. Really?
5. Taking credit for other people's work. Just admit you were too lazy to do your own darn work.
6. Lack of manners. It's not hard people, someone does something for you, even if they bless you when you sneeze, you say thank you. If you fart or burb, you say excuse me.
Saturday, July 27, 2013
Saturday, July 13, 2013
Going to the Dogs
So we got this dog.
What on earth made me think that getting a puppy was a brilliant idea? I don't know, I think I was high lol. No I wasn't, but I definitely was not thinking clearly. The dudes and I were on our way home from bowling one day, and my stupid self says, "Hey, lets go stop at that pet store." (Next time I open my mouth before speaking, someone promise to wrap me up in duck tape and stick me in the closet.) There was this three month old silky terrier there that was so stinking cute, and we all fell in love! Even the hubs, who up until that point flat out, put foot down, refused to have a little dog, was ready to stick her in his jacket and take her home. This pet store however has a reputation from getting their puppies from puppy mills, and they wanted an arm, leg, and my first born for her, so we left empty handed.
Two days later, I'm Google searching puppy breeders, and a week later, I'm picking up Bruno from the airport. (I am impulsive, I know)
Stinking cute right? He was this tiny, snuggly, freaking adorable little guy. We love him!
Until the potty training thing. Which means we could take him out all day, every day, and the little stinker still finds a way to pee and poop on our hard wood floors!
And the underwear biting thing. It's my underwear he likes to nibble on. Generally while I am wearing them.
And the brushing grooming thing. It is not ok for me, my hubs, the kids, or any two legged creature on earth to get near him with a brush. Or comb, Or shears. So he now looks a like a shag a monster. He has bangs that cover his eyes because he has tried to bite every groomer we have taken him too, and because of that, they will not give him a hair cut. I'm able to brush him, but it takes three of us, one holding him on a leash, one holding the bitter apple spray, and me frantically bobbing and weaving with the brush. Forget clippers tho.
And then there's the spazziness. All puppies are a little spazzy, no biggie. But apparently silky terrier's are spazzy for life. I don't know if I can accurately describe how spaztastic he is. Imagine a three year old toddler who hasn't napped in 3 days, who was just fed a bag of pixie sticks and let loose in Disney World. That kind of spazzy. Times 10.
He has wiggled his way into our hearts, and we all love him dearly. (Yes, even me, and even as I cuss him out with every curse word imaginable while I clean up his pee for the millionth time in a day after we just came in a from a walk.) And he is definitely part of our family, for better or worse. But sweet jesus, some days, I'm telling you, he may not make it to his first birthday!
What on earth made me think that getting a puppy was a brilliant idea? I don't know, I think I was high lol. No I wasn't, but I definitely was not thinking clearly. The dudes and I were on our way home from bowling one day, and my stupid self says, "Hey, lets go stop at that pet store." (Next time I open my mouth before speaking, someone promise to wrap me up in duck tape and stick me in the closet.) There was this three month old silky terrier there that was so stinking cute, and we all fell in love! Even the hubs, who up until that point flat out, put foot down, refused to have a little dog, was ready to stick her in his jacket and take her home. This pet store however has a reputation from getting their puppies from puppy mills, and they wanted an arm, leg, and my first born for her, so we left empty handed.
Two days later, I'm Google searching puppy breeders, and a week later, I'm picking up Bruno from the airport. (I am impulsive, I know)
Stinking cute right? He was this tiny, snuggly, freaking adorable little guy. We love him!
Until the potty training thing. Which means we could take him out all day, every day, and the little stinker still finds a way to pee and poop on our hard wood floors!
And the underwear biting thing. It's my underwear he likes to nibble on. Generally while I am wearing them.
And the brushing grooming thing. It is not ok for me, my hubs, the kids, or any two legged creature on earth to get near him with a brush. Or comb, Or shears. So he now looks a like a shag a monster. He has bangs that cover his eyes because he has tried to bite every groomer we have taken him too, and because of that, they will not give him a hair cut. I'm able to brush him, but it takes three of us, one holding him on a leash, one holding the bitter apple spray, and me frantically bobbing and weaving with the brush. Forget clippers tho.
And then there's the spazziness. All puppies are a little spazzy, no biggie. But apparently silky terrier's are spazzy for life. I don't know if I can accurately describe how spaztastic he is. Imagine a three year old toddler who hasn't napped in 3 days, who was just fed a bag of pixie sticks and let loose in Disney World. That kind of spazzy. Times 10.
He has wiggled his way into our hearts, and we all love him dearly. (Yes, even me, and even as I cuss him out with every curse word imaginable while I clean up his pee for the millionth time in a day after we just came in a from a walk.) And he is definitely part of our family, for better or worse. But sweet jesus, some days, I'm telling you, he may not make it to his first birthday!
Monday, July 8, 2013
So far in a nutshell
So besides the post that nearly started WW3 lol, I've pretty much been MIA. I've just been so busy! Or tired. Something. Quick update:
1. I graduated college! *takes a minute to jump and scream and shout* that's right folks, I am the proud owner of my degree in paralegal studies!! Great day, great feeling, great big sigh of relief! And then I get to do it again in two years when I'm done with my bachelors degree. Assuming UB hasn't killed me first. As stressful as it is, I still say I'd be a permanent student, because I really am that dork who likes learning. That and I don't want to face my student loan bills when I am finally done!
2. Finished my first 5k in 38 minutes!!! Two years ago I couldn't walk up a flight of stairs without getting winded. Fast forward, and I'm over 80lbs down and running! It's work, and it's hard, but I was so proud of our team when we crossed the finish line. I'm gonna beat that time tho, I want to finish my next 5k in 30 mins or less.
3. My baby is a high schooler!! #1 passed, he passed, thank god almighty he passed! He scrapped by just barely in social and math, but his gpa was the highest it's ever been. So next year he is an official high school freshman. I am not old enough to have a child in high school! (No really, I'm not. Teen mom and all) I am so freaking proud of him, and so sad at the same time. My baby is not a baby anymore, and in a few short years he'll be moving off to college!
4. Winners of the coolest parents ever award goes to: we surprised the dudes with a one week trip to disney. Completely surprised, had no clue. The look on #1's face was PRICELESS. #2 was more excited about the balloons that came pouring out of the box lol. We had an amazing time, minus the few temper tantrums along the way. How could you not tho, it's DISNEY!! I swear next time I'm just gonna hide out in the castle and live there forever. It is magical.
5. I survived my first UB semester! 3.5 gpa, and let me just say I was mad! I've never gotten less then a 3.9. My OCD anal retentiveness won't let me get anything lower. I know it's not bad by any stretch of the imagination, and juggling a full time job, two kids and a hubs, and the gym three times a week plus full time school is a lot for anyone, but still. Oh well, I passed, whoop whoop! Now it's time to get ready to apply to business management school. *gulp*
6. Happy anniversary! The hubs and I celebrated our 5 year wedding anniversary! (Awwwww) it seems like longer, probably because we've been together since I was 18. But there was a time that I thought we weren't going to make it to a one year wedding anniversary. A relationship takes work, and effort, and we've done that, and we're stronger today then we ever have been. Not saying that there aren't days I wouldn't mind burying him in the backyard lmao, but overall, I done good!
7. Happy birthday! #2 turned 4. *wails* why do my babies have to grow so fast? Next year he'll graduate preschool and start kindergarten. Sigh.
I think that's it? I'm sure I forgot something, I'm old and my mind isn't what it used to be lol. I have been busy busy busy. I'm ready for a vacation and a glass of wine!
1. I graduated college! *takes a minute to jump and scream and shout* that's right folks, I am the proud owner of my degree in paralegal studies!! Great day, great feeling, great big sigh of relief! And then I get to do it again in two years when I'm done with my bachelors degree. Assuming UB hasn't killed me first. As stressful as it is, I still say I'd be a permanent student, because I really am that dork who likes learning. That and I don't want to face my student loan bills when I am finally done!
2. Finished my first 5k in 38 minutes!!! Two years ago I couldn't walk up a flight of stairs without getting winded. Fast forward, and I'm over 80lbs down and running! It's work, and it's hard, but I was so proud of our team when we crossed the finish line. I'm gonna beat that time tho, I want to finish my next 5k in 30 mins or less.
3. My baby is a high schooler!! #1 passed, he passed, thank god almighty he passed! He scrapped by just barely in social and math, but his gpa was the highest it's ever been. So next year he is an official high school freshman. I am not old enough to have a child in high school! (No really, I'm not. Teen mom and all) I am so freaking proud of him, and so sad at the same time. My baby is not a baby anymore, and in a few short years he'll be moving off to college!
4. Winners of the coolest parents ever award goes to: we surprised the dudes with a one week trip to disney. Completely surprised, had no clue. The look on #1's face was PRICELESS. #2 was more excited about the balloons that came pouring out of the box lol. We had an amazing time, minus the few temper tantrums along the way. How could you not tho, it's DISNEY!! I swear next time I'm just gonna hide out in the castle and live there forever. It is magical.
5. I survived my first UB semester! 3.5 gpa, and let me just say I was mad! I've never gotten less then a 3.9. My OCD anal retentiveness won't let me get anything lower. I know it's not bad by any stretch of the imagination, and juggling a full time job, two kids and a hubs, and the gym three times a week plus full time school is a lot for anyone, but still. Oh well, I passed, whoop whoop! Now it's time to get ready to apply to business management school. *gulp*
6. Happy anniversary! The hubs and I celebrated our 5 year wedding anniversary! (Awwwww) it seems like longer, probably because we've been together since I was 18. But there was a time that I thought we weren't going to make it to a one year wedding anniversary. A relationship takes work, and effort, and we've done that, and we're stronger today then we ever have been. Not saying that there aren't days I wouldn't mind burying him in the backyard lmao, but overall, I done good!
7. Happy birthday! #2 turned 4. *wails* why do my babies have to grow so fast? Next year he'll graduate preschool and start kindergarten. Sigh.
I think that's it? I'm sure I forgot something, I'm old and my mind isn't what it used to be lol. I have been busy busy busy. I'm ready for a vacation and a glass of wine!
Friday, June 14, 2013
Brace Yourself, It's about to get Snarky Up In Here
**So I'm going to apologize in advance. I'm prolly gonna swear a lot, and sound like an ghetto potty mouthed trucker in a second. I generally am really well at censoring myself, but somehow I think on this blog I may not be able to. We'll see. If that's not your thing, it's cool, you don't have to read.Thankfully (or maybe unthankfully) it tends to be pretty crickets around here, so that may be a good thing.**
I drank the New Kids on the Block kool aid waaaaaay back in the day. My little fourth, fifth and sixth grade self loved them. If I was older I totally would've tried to groupie that. I wasn't bat stir crazy, but I cop to having a couple posters, a water bottle, bracelet, and all the trading cards I could convince my parents to buy me. Oh, and yes, I got up on Saturdays to watch that Saturday AM cartoon. It was heaven. People were haters, but haters are always gonna hate. I loved them, and no one could tell me otherwise! When they broke up, I was crushed. (If I got the wrong flavor icee in the cafeteria I was crushed lol.. you know how it is when you're young.)
Fast forward to 2008 when my trapped little teeny bopper fangirl self found out they reunited and there was going to be a new CD! Whoop! Being older, with more of a stable financial mean about me (ie. I worked, and didn't have to beg my parents for allowance or an early birthday present) I was all up on that shit! The Block was by far the best CD they have ever done. It was NKOTB, but older, wiser, more settled and in charge. It was sexy, danceable, and it also had this softer side to it at the same time that came from growing up and experiencing life and heartbreak. The guys were older, more mature, and let me say yummier then ever.
The reunion tour? Freaking amaze balls. I saw them on the reunion tour opening night Toronto, and it was incredible. Incredible! All five guys were excited, and having fun, and performing, and moving the crowd, and it was the best freaking night ever.
I was two months pregnant the night of that concert, and I didn't get to see them again until the NKOTBSB tour. I hope you understand that even though I drank the NKOTB kool aid, I full on triple heart love double exclamation point BSB. I am bat shit crazy for those guys. This tour was a panty dropping must in my opinion. I can't say more then it was awesome. So awesome, I saw it three times. (Buffalo, Toronto, and London, Ont.) I dealt with crazy Canadian Toronto traffic and funny money and all sorts of Canada adventures and Matt Morrison (I don't hate if you're a gleeker) because both groups made it worth it. Damn dream/fantasy come true!
Fast forward a couple years later. I just don't know how to say this...while I'm still drinking the kool aid and I love them, I'm also really disillusioned as well. Maybe it's age, and with age comes wisdom, but WTF people?
I have seen the Package tour twice now. Why is it I am seeing a mashup of both the reunion tour and the NKOTBSB tour? Rising circular stage? Check. Joe singing please don't go girl for 15 minutes? Check. Guys coming out into the stands during "Tonight?" Double check. Guitar heavy version of "Covergirl?" Triple check. "We will rock you/hanging tough" finale complete with Boston hockey jerseys/baseball jerseys? Check, check, and check. Same dance moves, Donnie ripping off his tank top and Jordan sticking his hand down his pants, all check! I'm shelling out decent money for these tix, I want a different show then I have seen the past two tours! Put some effort into it boys, give us something new. Generally, a new tour means a new show experience, not freaking deja vu! Not only that, but you have a new damn CD out, why am I hearing "Step by Step" and "Right Stuff" for the 100 millionth time? Sing some newer stuff! The new CD is not half bad. It's not The Block, but it's not horrible. Hell, do something from the Block beside "Summertime" and "Dirty Dancing!" Do something, anything else!
Secondly, who the hell in their right mind charges $1000 for an ultimate meet and greet? An Ultimate consists of a few minutes in the New Kid's dressing room, seats inside the barricade, and an individual pic. Nifty, don't get me wrong. (Imagine all the pelvic thrust pics you could get from that view. That is definitely a panty dropping view!) But really? Honey I paid $150 to do an after party and while I didn't get an individual pic, the group pic turned out pretty damn hot. And I got a hug from one of the guys with only a little effort. And while I wasn't inside the barricade, my seats 7 rows back were just right. And did I read right that there was a $10,000 package out there for Mix Tape last year that someone bought so they could ride a damn roller coaster with the New Kids? If I'm gonna plunk down that much money, all the guys better be lying buck ass naked on a bear skinned rug waiting to make all my fantasies come true. And after they did they had better damn well invent some I didn't think of. This is a business, I get it. New Kids are here to make money as much or if not more than make music. It's how they support their families, save for college educations, etc. I GET IT. But when did it become all about the money and not about the music, or effort? (You should see some of the Ultimate pics, there was no effort on the guys parts. I'd be hella pissed that I just forked over a cool grand and one Kid is on his cell and another is yawning, and there's another making faces.) No effort in the tour, just a rehash of the past few, and no effort for the fans. Who releases three different versions of the same CD (the regular version, the ITunes version, and the Target version) where the only difference is that each has ONE song on it that isn't on the other two. So wait, you want me to buy THREE different versions of the same CD for only 3 songs? Put that shit on the same damn CD! Looking at it now, NKOTB was a money making machine back in the day. And rightfully so, with all the NKOTB merchandise that was out there. And I get that now you can't sell me a doll, or bed sheets, so you have to up your game. But come on. $10K to get on a rollercoaster? That's flat out pimping yourselves out, and you should be and can be better then that! People are paying those prices and buying that experience, so I know you're thinking "well lets keep doing it," but if the band put half as much effort into the tour as they did with charging for every meet and greet/viewing party/label anything a party and charge for it that they do then maybe this tour wouldn't be the same old same old in new outfits.
I know I sound angry, or bitter, but I think I'm just being honest. You can love a band, and drink their kool aid, and yet be honest when the career decisions and mistakes that are being made are disappointing. My teeny bopper self is disappointed at what has blatantly become a get that money ploy. My adult fan self is disappointed that what started out so great went downhill so fast, and I'm stunned that not only has no one came up with a better idea then "Lets charge $80 for the same tour we've been doing for the past two years, but we'll add in Boys II Men and 98 degrees so no one notices," but that the fans are like, "This is the best tour ever!" Honey, it's the same damn tour that you've been seeing for five years!!! (Yes, I had a great time at the show. Why wouldn't I have? I had a great time at the other tours too! And there's beer.) I'm disillusioned that the band doesn't want more for themselves, that finally they could show the world there is no negative stigma with being a boy band, and that they are back, and even better. Instead, it's turned into some weird charade where they pretend they're in it for the fans, but instead they're tripping over themselves to get to the bank and rolling their eyes at all the people who fell for it. (PS. You can run to the bank and be better then you were at the same time you know. It doesn't have to be one or the other.)
Am I still a NKOTB fan? Down to my toes. But sweet lord, get it together already. Take a vacation, take a nap, and come back in two years refreshed and excited again. Or don't come back, but stop just going thru the motions.
6/21/13 Update/Edit: I wanted to quickly make a couple comments based on things I saw or read.
One girl on Twitter said I've been to 50 million shows. Actually, I've been to 6. Three tours, 6 shows. I have been to 1 after party. I have never done the cruise, however it sounds like the crazy people watching part would be fun (do not get me started on the shit storm of insaneness I have heard about the people on the cruise.) I have never done a VIP/Ultimate meet and greet, nor do I want to. ($1000 can buy an awful lot of shoes. Or purses. Or shots!)
A comment on the blog said I wasn't a true fan, and I'm going to address that. This is not a cult, or the mob, or some backwards 5th world country where I have to think like everyone else. I am not sheep, I have never wanted to be sheep, and I do not want to follow the herd. I do not agree that being disappointed in how things are makes me less of a fan, or does not make me a fan at all. It makes me an honest one. Someone else in my defense said that if they put out a CD of shits and farts am I supposed to fall all over myself and love that too? No. I can be a fan, and still think that they are not trying their all, and instead are phoning it in. I refuse to kiss anyone's ass, and instead would rather say, hey, this kinda totally sucks. I am not a teenage girl who thinks the band is god like. I am an adult who understands that people have flaws. I am not afraid to speak my mind, or say how I really feel, and that should not and does not make me less of a fan then the next person. I'm sorry if you feel that it does, but maybe you need to reexamine...something. Life? The dictionary? IDK.
Another comment I read on Twitter was that people don't listen when people like me complain, so we have to put it in writing. Actually, I write this blog for me. I vent, I spew, I write so when I'm 80 and senile, I have a way to remember how much fun my family and I had, or what our struggles were. I really don't care if people come here and read what I wrote, because I'm not writing it for anyone else. I did not expect for one post to be as popular as it has been, however I did not write this for people to listen or pay attention to. I wrote it after looking at a bunch of the VIP pics, and was frustrated and annoyed with how the guys appeared in them. Because again, if I plunked down a grand, you better damn well fake that you are having the time of your life with me, not looking like you are bored and miserable and all around jerky diva. It's common courtesy.
I drank the New Kids on the Block kool aid waaaaaay back in the day. My little fourth, fifth and sixth grade self loved them. If I was older I totally would've tried to groupie that. I wasn't bat stir crazy, but I cop to having a couple posters, a water bottle, bracelet, and all the trading cards I could convince my parents to buy me. Oh, and yes, I got up on Saturdays to watch that Saturday AM cartoon. It was heaven. People were haters, but haters are always gonna hate. I loved them, and no one could tell me otherwise! When they broke up, I was crushed. (If I got the wrong flavor icee in the cafeteria I was crushed lol.. you know how it is when you're young.)
Fast forward to 2008 when my trapped little teeny bopper fangirl self found out they reunited and there was going to be a new CD! Whoop! Being older, with more of a stable financial mean about me (ie. I worked, and didn't have to beg my parents for allowance or an early birthday present) I was all up on that shit! The Block was by far the best CD they have ever done. It was NKOTB, but older, wiser, more settled and in charge. It was sexy, danceable, and it also had this softer side to it at the same time that came from growing up and experiencing life and heartbreak. The guys were older, more mature, and let me say yummier then ever.
The reunion tour? Freaking amaze balls. I saw them on the reunion tour opening night Toronto, and it was incredible. Incredible! All five guys were excited, and having fun, and performing, and moving the crowd, and it was the best freaking night ever.
I was two months pregnant the night of that concert, and I didn't get to see them again until the NKOTBSB tour. I hope you understand that even though I drank the NKOTB kool aid, I full on triple heart love double exclamation point BSB. I am bat shit crazy for those guys. This tour was a panty dropping must in my opinion. I can't say more then it was awesome. So awesome, I saw it three times. (Buffalo, Toronto, and London, Ont.) I dealt with crazy Canadian Toronto traffic and funny money and all sorts of Canada adventures and Matt Morrison (I don't hate if you're a gleeker) because both groups made it worth it. Damn dream/fantasy come true!
Fast forward a couple years later. I just don't know how to say this...while I'm still drinking the kool aid and I love them, I'm also really disillusioned as well. Maybe it's age, and with age comes wisdom, but WTF people?
I have seen the Package tour twice now. Why is it I am seeing a mashup of both the reunion tour and the NKOTBSB tour? Rising circular stage? Check. Joe singing please don't go girl for 15 minutes? Check. Guys coming out into the stands during "Tonight?" Double check. Guitar heavy version of "Covergirl?" Triple check. "We will rock you/hanging tough" finale complete with Boston hockey jerseys/baseball jerseys? Check, check, and check. Same dance moves, Donnie ripping off his tank top and Jordan sticking his hand down his pants, all check! I'm shelling out decent money for these tix, I want a different show then I have seen the past two tours! Put some effort into it boys, give us something new. Generally, a new tour means a new show experience, not freaking deja vu! Not only that, but you have a new damn CD out, why am I hearing "Step by Step" and "Right Stuff" for the 100 millionth time? Sing some newer stuff! The new CD is not half bad. It's not The Block, but it's not horrible. Hell, do something from the Block beside "Summertime" and "Dirty Dancing!" Do something, anything else!
Secondly, who the hell in their right mind charges $1000 for an ultimate meet and greet? An Ultimate consists of a few minutes in the New Kid's dressing room, seats inside the barricade, and an individual pic. Nifty, don't get me wrong. (Imagine all the pelvic thrust pics you could get from that view. That is definitely a panty dropping view!) But really? Honey I paid $150 to do an after party and while I didn't get an individual pic, the group pic turned out pretty damn hot. And I got a hug from one of the guys with only a little effort. And while I wasn't inside the barricade, my seats 7 rows back were just right. And did I read right that there was a $10,000 package out there for Mix Tape last year that someone bought so they could ride a damn roller coaster with the New Kids? If I'm gonna plunk down that much money, all the guys better be lying buck ass naked on a bear skinned rug waiting to make all my fantasies come true. And after they did they had better damn well invent some I didn't think of. This is a business, I get it. New Kids are here to make money as much or if not more than make music. It's how they support their families, save for college educations, etc. I GET IT. But when did it become all about the money and not about the music, or effort? (You should see some of the Ultimate pics, there was no effort on the guys parts. I'd be hella pissed that I just forked over a cool grand and one Kid is on his cell and another is yawning, and there's another making faces.) No effort in the tour, just a rehash of the past few, and no effort for the fans. Who releases three different versions of the same CD (the regular version, the ITunes version, and the Target version) where the only difference is that each has ONE song on it that isn't on the other two. So wait, you want me to buy THREE different versions of the same CD for only 3 songs? Put that shit on the same damn CD! Looking at it now, NKOTB was a money making machine back in the day. And rightfully so, with all the NKOTB merchandise that was out there. And I get that now you can't sell me a doll, or bed sheets, so you have to up your game. But come on. $10K to get on a rollercoaster? That's flat out pimping yourselves out, and you should be and can be better then that! People are paying those prices and buying that experience, so I know you're thinking "well lets keep doing it," but if the band put half as much effort into the tour as they did with charging for every meet and greet/viewing party/label anything a party and charge for it that they do then maybe this tour wouldn't be the same old same old in new outfits.
I know I sound angry, or bitter, but I think I'm just being honest. You can love a band, and drink their kool aid, and yet be honest when the career decisions and mistakes that are being made are disappointing. My teeny bopper self is disappointed at what has blatantly become a get that money ploy. My adult fan self is disappointed that what started out so great went downhill so fast, and I'm stunned that not only has no one came up with a better idea then "Lets charge $80 for the same tour we've been doing for the past two years, but we'll add in Boys II Men and 98 degrees so no one notices," but that the fans are like, "This is the best tour ever!" Honey, it's the same damn tour that you've been seeing for five years!!! (Yes, I had a great time at the show. Why wouldn't I have? I had a great time at the other tours too! And there's beer.) I'm disillusioned that the band doesn't want more for themselves, that finally they could show the world there is no negative stigma with being a boy band, and that they are back, and even better. Instead, it's turned into some weird charade where they pretend they're in it for the fans, but instead they're tripping over themselves to get to the bank and rolling their eyes at all the people who fell for it. (PS. You can run to the bank and be better then you were at the same time you know. It doesn't have to be one or the other.)
Am I still a NKOTB fan? Down to my toes. But sweet lord, get it together already. Take a vacation, take a nap, and come back in two years refreshed and excited again. Or don't come back, but stop just going thru the motions.
6/21/13 Update/Edit: I wanted to quickly make a couple comments based on things I saw or read.
One girl on Twitter said I've been to 50 million shows. Actually, I've been to 6. Three tours, 6 shows. I have been to 1 after party. I have never done the cruise, however it sounds like the crazy people watching part would be fun (do not get me started on the shit storm of insaneness I have heard about the people on the cruise.) I have never done a VIP/Ultimate meet and greet, nor do I want to. ($1000 can buy an awful lot of shoes. Or purses. Or shots!)
A comment on the blog said I wasn't a true fan, and I'm going to address that. This is not a cult, or the mob, or some backwards 5th world country where I have to think like everyone else. I am not sheep, I have never wanted to be sheep, and I do not want to follow the herd. I do not agree that being disappointed in how things are makes me less of a fan, or does not make me a fan at all. It makes me an honest one. Someone else in my defense said that if they put out a CD of shits and farts am I supposed to fall all over myself and love that too? No. I can be a fan, and still think that they are not trying their all, and instead are phoning it in. I refuse to kiss anyone's ass, and instead would rather say, hey, this kinda totally sucks. I am not a teenage girl who thinks the band is god like. I am an adult who understands that people have flaws. I am not afraid to speak my mind, or say how I really feel, and that should not and does not make me less of a fan then the next person. I'm sorry if you feel that it does, but maybe you need to reexamine...something. Life? The dictionary? IDK.
Another comment I read on Twitter was that people don't listen when people like me complain, so we have to put it in writing. Actually, I write this blog for me. I vent, I spew, I write so when I'm 80 and senile, I have a way to remember how much fun my family and I had, or what our struggles were. I really don't care if people come here and read what I wrote, because I'm not writing it for anyone else. I did not expect for one post to be as popular as it has been, however I did not write this for people to listen or pay attention to. I wrote it after looking at a bunch of the VIP pics, and was frustrated and annoyed with how the guys appeared in them. Because again, if I plunked down a grand, you better damn well fake that you are having the time of your life with me, not looking like you are bored and miserable and all around jerky diva. It's common courtesy.
Monday, November 26, 2012
Thanks For.....
I'm a little late, but you have to forgive me. Between Thanksgiving, and making sure everyone came home from NYC in one piece, I'm surprised I remember my name right now!
It's that time of year again folks!
Thanksgiving is just around the corner, and between the frantic cleaning, cooking, homework, calgon take me away craziness that always ensues, its time to take a minute to count our blessings, and look at what we are thankful for!
I am thankful for the permanent marker drawings on the wall. (Oh yes, he did!) It means I have a three year old, when others struggle for that very thing. (It also means that #2 is not afraid of me and thinks he can just be cute and cuddly and snuggly and all will be forgiven.....Ok, I'm a sucker for a bear hug!)
I am thankful for my conversations about girls, and school, and swim practices. It means #1 trusts me enough to talk to me about what is going on in his life. (Although I have to admit, conversations about girls is making me go grey well before my time!)
I am thankful for my love, my heart, my everything. It means that after almost fourteen years, he is still my all, and even in our worst moments, we've stuck it out and made it out the other side. (Although I swear, if you dutch oven me one more time..........)
I am thankful for the mess in my house. It means this is a home, and we live here. It means we play, and laugh, and run and jump, and spend time together.
I am thankful for my family squabbles. It means my family is still here to squabble with.
I am thankful for the taxes I pay. It means I am employed, and can provide for my family.
I am thankful for the gazillion pounds I will gain this holiday season. It means that we can afford food. (Please god not a gazillion!)
I am thankful for my homework. It means I am getting an education, and that five weeks from today, I will graduate!
I am thankful for the knock down drag out fights over the last piece of pumpkin pie with my friends. It's the friends part I'm thankful for, but if you don't put down that pie, I'll hurt you!
I am thankful for the new memories that will be created, and the memories that have already been.
I am thankful for the tears I have shed, and the smiles that have seen the light of day. I am thankful for bed time stories, and "Ah, he pooped on me!" I am thankful for bruised knees, and butterfly kisses; for a lifetime of anniversaries, and a past mixed with mistakes. It means I have lived. It means I am alive, and full of family, and love, and hopes and dreams.
What are you thankful for this year?
It's that time of year again folks!
Thanksgiving is just around the corner, and between the frantic cleaning, cooking, homework, calgon take me away craziness that always ensues, its time to take a minute to count our blessings, and look at what we are thankful for!
I am thankful for the permanent marker drawings on the wall. (Oh yes, he did!) It means I have a three year old, when others struggle for that very thing. (It also means that #2 is not afraid of me and thinks he can just be cute and cuddly and snuggly and all will be forgiven.....Ok, I'm a sucker for a bear hug!)
I am thankful for my conversations about girls, and school, and swim practices. It means #1 trusts me enough to talk to me about what is going on in his life. (Although I have to admit, conversations about girls is making me go grey well before my time!)
I am thankful for my love, my heart, my everything. It means that after almost fourteen years, he is still my all, and even in our worst moments, we've stuck it out and made it out the other side. (Although I swear, if you dutch oven me one more time..........)
I am thankful for the mess in my house. It means this is a home, and we live here. It means we play, and laugh, and run and jump, and spend time together.
I am thankful for my family squabbles. It means my family is still here to squabble with.
I am thankful for the taxes I pay. It means I am employed, and can provide for my family.
I am thankful for the gazillion pounds I will gain this holiday season. It means that we can afford food. (Please god not a gazillion!)
I am thankful for my homework. It means I am getting an education, and that five weeks from today, I will graduate!
I am thankful for the knock down drag out fights over the last piece of pumpkin pie with my friends. It's the friends part I'm thankful for, but if you don't put down that pie, I'll hurt you!
I am thankful for the new memories that will be created, and the memories that have already been.
I am thankful for the tears I have shed, and the smiles that have seen the light of day. I am thankful for bed time stories, and "Ah, he pooped on me!" I am thankful for bruised knees, and butterfly kisses; for a lifetime of anniversaries, and a past mixed with mistakes. It means I have lived. It means I am alive, and full of family, and love, and hopes and dreams.
What are you thankful for this year?
Monday, November 19, 2012
Here We Go!
T Minus four days until we leave for New York City!
We are surprising #1 with a weekend in the city for his thirteenth birthday. (I am frantically trying to ignore that my first born, beautiful baby boy is flat out going to be a teenager. I am going to weep, and then bury my head in a tub of chocolate cookie dough ice cream. But since that's probably a million WW points, I guess I'll just have to bury my head in some veggie sticks. SOB!)
I am totally excited!! I have never been to NYC before. I am salivating over all the possibilities, The Rock, Tiffany's, Central Park, Natural Museum of History, Tiffany's, Serendipity, Tiffany's, FAO Schwartz, Times Square, Tiffany's....do I sense a theme here? (Theoretically, I hope I can convince #1 that he must go see the 8th wonder of the world, and all of it's sparkly splendor, but somehow I don't see that happening.) Have you ever been to NYC? Any places I can't miss? Any places I should cross off my list? We have a day and a half in the city, so it's not tons of time, but we are trying to make the most of the time we have.
NYC isn't completely up and running, but it's getting there. If I didn't know better, I would have said Mother Nature was having a good laugh at my expense, since Sandy was born the day after I booked the hotel.
It has taken all of my self control not to tell #1 either. I totally want to jump up and down on the couch, and go "Guess freaking what???!!!" But that will spoil the surprise. Although he may guess something when we wake him up at the crack of dawn to "go shopping," and we don't stop in one mall for eight hours. Maybe he'll sleep the whole way?
I'm nervous about #2. He's three going on thirteen, so he thinks he can do everything all on his own. He wants to walk by himself, and if no one has to hold any ones hand, then he doesn't have to either. And to top it all off, he's a darter! I never thought I would be one of those moms who puts a backpack leash on their kid, but I'm telling you I am one clothes rack peek a boo game away from buying one in all styles! I don't him to get lost, or worse... Big dudes shoulders can only take so much, and the tiny tot refuses strollers, wagons, carts..oh boy. I see a lot of meltdowns in our future, but I'm hopeful that I'm wrong. Just in case, does anyone have any distraction techniques?
Wish us luck, fun, and happy journeys!
We are surprising #1 with a weekend in the city for his thirteenth birthday. (I am frantically trying to ignore that my first born, beautiful baby boy is flat out going to be a teenager. I am going to weep, and then bury my head in a tub of chocolate cookie dough ice cream. But since that's probably a million WW points, I guess I'll just have to bury my head in some veggie sticks. SOB!)
I am totally excited!! I have never been to NYC before. I am salivating over all the possibilities, The Rock, Tiffany's, Central Park, Natural Museum of History, Tiffany's, Serendipity, Tiffany's, FAO Schwartz, Times Square, Tiffany's....do I sense a theme here? (Theoretically, I hope I can convince #1 that he must go see the 8th wonder of the world, and all of it's sparkly splendor, but somehow I don't see that happening.) Have you ever been to NYC? Any places I can't miss? Any places I should cross off my list? We have a day and a half in the city, so it's not tons of time, but we are trying to make the most of the time we have.
NYC isn't completely up and running, but it's getting there. If I didn't know better, I would have said Mother Nature was having a good laugh at my expense, since Sandy was born the day after I booked the hotel.
It has taken all of my self control not to tell #1 either. I totally want to jump up and down on the couch, and go "Guess freaking what???!!!" But that will spoil the surprise. Although he may guess something when we wake him up at the crack of dawn to "go shopping," and we don't stop in one mall for eight hours. Maybe he'll sleep the whole way?
I'm nervous about #2. He's three going on thirteen, so he thinks he can do everything all on his own. He wants to walk by himself, and if no one has to hold any ones hand, then he doesn't have to either. And to top it all off, he's a darter! I never thought I would be one of those moms who puts a backpack leash on their kid, but I'm telling you I am one clothes rack peek a boo game away from buying one in all styles! I don't him to get lost, or worse... Big dudes shoulders can only take so much, and the tiny tot refuses strollers, wagons, carts..oh boy. I see a lot of meltdowns in our future, but I'm hopeful that I'm wrong. Just in case, does anyone have any distraction techniques?
Wish us luck, fun, and happy journeys!
Thursday, November 8, 2012
Writer's Workshop - Let the WInter Games Begin
I can't believe that it's the eighth of November already! Where has this year gone? Any minute now, we'll be breaking out our parka's and ski boots while the smell of hot cocoa surrounds us. (Ok, I don't actually ski. It's hard for me to wrap my head around the fact that people actually want to spend time out in sub zero weather, for FUN! Too cold for me. I like cocoa though...)
Tis the season! Winter will soon be here, bringing with it snow, and cold, and Christmas, and holidays, and cheer. What better way to start winter off then a bucket list of all the things I want to do this season? (Can hibernate be an option?)
1. Make every Christmas candy/cookie/fudge/punch/cocoa/breakfast/dessert on Pinterest. I may gain all of the 71 lbs I just lost back, but it'd be worth it!
2. Snowball fight with the kids. (Or at least watch them snow ball fight. Anti cold and all) Dude #2 really wants to play in the snow this year. It'll be his first time, because he was too little last year. And dude #1 really wants to too, although he has never wanted to before. I am dying to see them do this! Granted, I think they are going to last a total of five minutes before they are desperate to come inside and sit on top of the heater.
3. Start elf on a shelf. I didn't do this with #1. I didn't even know about it. I know, where was I right? Pinterest teaches me so many things!
4. Go on a vacation! What better time to appreciate warm and sunny weather then when it's -42 degrees out?
5. Stop being afraid of driving in the snow. People all joke that we Buffalonians drive 90 mph on the thruway in a blizzard, while on a cellphone cooking our dinner. (I have seen that.) Sure, lots of crazy people do. Me? I'm the person on the thruway driving 5 mph, white knuckling it all the way. And I've lived here my whole life!
6. Watch "A Christmas Story" for 24 hours straight. I love that movie! "You'll shoot your eye out!" I always get outvoted when it's on TV, but I'm a gonna make it happen!
7. Learn to craft.....something. When you're stuck inside, and the kids are asleep, what else is there to do? People on Pinterest must have lots of time on their hands, they can make all sorts of nifty things out of a paperclip and an empty toilet paper tube. Maybe I can start by not gluing my arm to the floor?
8. Catch up on reading. Sure, I read all the time...law books, art books, cases, memorandums. All school stuff. My Kindle has a back log of books I am dying to sink into. When school is in session, I turn into a hermit. Thank god it's only a few more weeks!
9. Graduate! That's right folks, this December is my last month at ECC! While this is not the end of my college career, I will still be the proud owner of an AAS in Paralegal studies! Whoop Whoop!
10. Make frozen bubbles with the kids. Ok, I know I said I'm all anti-cold and all, and I am! But I don't want to miss a minute of making memories with my family. And this is super cool! Go outside on any day when it’s below 32 degrees F and blow a bubble and then catch it on the bubble wand. Wait a few moments while it freezes - it will turn into a cool crystal ball before it shatters! It's fun and sciency at the same time, what more could you ask for?
What's on your winter to do this season?
I linked up with Mama Kat, who always manages to get me to put down my school work to blog. Go check her out!
Tis the season! Winter will soon be here, bringing with it snow, and cold, and Christmas, and holidays, and cheer. What better way to start winter off then a bucket list of all the things I want to do this season? (Can hibernate be an option?)
1. Make every Christmas candy/cookie/fudge/punch/cocoa/breakfast/dessert on Pinterest. I may gain all of the 71 lbs I just lost back, but it'd be worth it!
2. Snowball fight with the kids. (Or at least watch them snow ball fight. Anti cold and all) Dude #2 really wants to play in the snow this year. It'll be his first time, because he was too little last year. And dude #1 really wants to too, although he has never wanted to before. I am dying to see them do this! Granted, I think they are going to last a total of five minutes before they are desperate to come inside and sit on top of the heater.
3. Start elf on a shelf. I didn't do this with #1. I didn't even know about it. I know, where was I right? Pinterest teaches me so many things!
4. Go on a vacation! What better time to appreciate warm and sunny weather then when it's -42 degrees out?
5. Stop being afraid of driving in the snow. People all joke that we Buffalonians drive 90 mph on the thruway in a blizzard, while on a cellphone cooking our dinner. (I have seen that.) Sure, lots of crazy people do. Me? I'm the person on the thruway driving 5 mph, white knuckling it all the way. And I've lived here my whole life!
6. Watch "A Christmas Story" for 24 hours straight. I love that movie! "You'll shoot your eye out!" I always get outvoted when it's on TV, but I'm a gonna make it happen!
7. Learn to craft.....something. When you're stuck inside, and the kids are asleep, what else is there to do? People on Pinterest must have lots of time on their hands, they can make all sorts of nifty things out of a paperclip and an empty toilet paper tube. Maybe I can start by not gluing my arm to the floor?
8. Catch up on reading. Sure, I read all the time...law books, art books, cases, memorandums. All school stuff. My Kindle has a back log of books I am dying to sink into. When school is in session, I turn into a hermit. Thank god it's only a few more weeks!
9. Graduate! That's right folks, this December is my last month at ECC! While this is not the end of my college career, I will still be the proud owner of an AAS in Paralegal studies! Whoop Whoop!
10. Make frozen bubbles with the kids. Ok, I know I said I'm all anti-cold and all, and I am! But I don't want to miss a minute of making memories with my family. And this is super cool! Go outside on any day when it’s below 32 degrees F and blow a bubble and then catch it on the bubble wand. Wait a few moments while it freezes - it will turn into a cool crystal ball before it shatters! It's fun and sciency at the same time, what more could you ask for?
What's on your winter to do this season?
I linked up with Mama Kat, who always manages to get me to put down my school work to blog. Go check her out!
Saturday, November 3, 2012
Songs That Make Us Sing Saturday - Zumba Obsessed
I have become Zumba obsessed.
Faithfully, four to five a week, I am zumba-ing my heart out. Since I am not the most coordinated person in the world, my arms don't quite keep up with my legs. So while in my head I feel like a fly girl, in reality I probably look like Napolean Dynamite drunk. That's ok though, because it is still part of why I am alot smaller then I was a year ago. And it's fun! I don't feel like I am actually exercising, and I'm slowly teahcing myself some rythm.
The best part is the music. I heart the music zumba uses. It's catchy, fun, and you can't help but shake something when you hear it. I can't understand half of anything they say, because even though I have been with my spanish speaking husband for almost fourteen years, my entire knowledge of Spanish consists of water, milk, and "Oh my god!!"
So this is my song for the day. Shakira's Waka Waka. It's fun, and dancy, and when I hear it, I remember why I am on this journey of rediscovery.
I linked up with Not Just Another Mom of Twins and Because I'm the Mommy, the two people behind Songs That Make Us Sing Saturday. Check out their blogs, and share what song makes you wanna sing!
Faithfully, four to five a week, I am zumba-ing my heart out. Since I am not the most coordinated person in the world, my arms don't quite keep up with my legs. So while in my head I feel like a fly girl, in reality I probably look like Napolean Dynamite drunk. That's ok though, because it is still part of why I am alot smaller then I was a year ago. And it's fun! I don't feel like I am actually exercising, and I'm slowly teahcing myself some rythm.
The best part is the music. I heart the music zumba uses. It's catchy, fun, and you can't help but shake something when you hear it. I can't understand half of anything they say, because even though I have been with my spanish speaking husband for almost fourteen years, my entire knowledge of Spanish consists of water, milk, and "Oh my god!!"
So this is my song for the day. Shakira's Waka Waka. It's fun, and dancy, and when I hear it, I remember why I am on this journey of rediscovery.
I linked up with Not Just Another Mom of Twins and Because I'm the Mommy, the two people behind Songs That Make Us Sing Saturday. Check out their blogs, and share what song makes you wanna sing!
They are not like us!
I am obsessed with knowing what stars are doing.And I'm not talking about the night time stars. I buy US Weekly and In Touch and Life&Style like they're going out of style! It's one of the few vices I have left, and I cherish it.
But after being a faithful stalker (reader! I swear I meant reader!) you start to see a trend. It's those head slapping, WTF were you thinking moments that you think to yourself, "Really?? Don't you know any better?" And then you wonder if their "people" or entourage or whatever you call them do the same things.
So to all you future celebrities, or rock stars, or reality TV stars out there, here is a list of somethings you should never ever do when you become famous.
1. Leave the house with no drawers on. You would have thought this was a duh, but it's not. You would think that with all the money celebrities have, they could afford a pair of underwear. Because let's face it. No matter how properly you try and get out of a car, that micro mini you have on is going to ride up and flash your vajay to the whole world.
2. Spend millions and millions of dollars on crap, and then complain you're bankrupt. Does anyone really need a personal psychic, and healing crystals, and 5 homes, and the head of an old dinosaur? No. Do you need to spend 3x what a car is worth, just because a sheik owned it? I don't think so. Didn't they ever hear of saving it for a rainy day? Ok, go shopping and have expensive dinners, I get that because I can be a food snob. But seriously, quit complaining when you have no money left!
3 .Get mad when people wanna bring up the bad crap you did in the past, and then trash a dressing room to show how angry you are. That's not gonna help your image any. I'm just saying.
4. Spend more time in rehab and jail then you do on your career.
5. Cheat on your wife/husband etc, and then say you have a sex addiction. Now, yes, sex addiction is a real problem. People do suffer from it. But you can't tell me that every single celeb suffers from it. Just admit, I like sowing my oats. People would still think your an ass, but at least your an honest ass.
6. Show off your size zero body 2 weeks after giving birth. Speaking from experience, the last thing I want to do after having my kids is work out, or parade around in a bikini. Don't blame it on good genes, etc, cause that's just not possible. It also makes the rest of us feel inadequate and inferior, because we're covered in baby spit up and haven't slept in thirteen days.
7. Say you had to fix a deviated septum. Either all of these Hollywood starlets were dropped face down when they were younger, or they're lying. Just say, I hated my schnoz, and I wanted a cute one that doesn't look like Pinocchio's nose!
8. Get mad at the paparazzi. First, they have a job to do to. Second, if you didn't want people to star, gawk, and follow your every move, you should've become a school teacher.
I could think of more, but I think you get the drift!
But after being a faithful stalker (reader! I swear I meant reader!) you start to see a trend. It's those head slapping, WTF were you thinking moments that you think to yourself, "Really?? Don't you know any better?" And then you wonder if their "people" or entourage or whatever you call them do the same things.
So to all you future celebrities, or rock stars, or reality TV stars out there, here is a list of somethings you should never ever do when you become famous.
1. Leave the house with no drawers on. You would have thought this was a duh, but it's not. You would think that with all the money celebrities have, they could afford a pair of underwear. Because let's face it. No matter how properly you try and get out of a car, that micro mini you have on is going to ride up and flash your vajay to the whole world.
2. Spend millions and millions of dollars on crap, and then complain you're bankrupt. Does anyone really need a personal psychic, and healing crystals, and 5 homes, and the head of an old dinosaur? No. Do you need to spend 3x what a car is worth, just because a sheik owned it? I don't think so. Didn't they ever hear of saving it for a rainy day? Ok, go shopping and have expensive dinners, I get that because I can be a food snob. But seriously, quit complaining when you have no money left!
3 .Get mad when people wanna bring up the bad crap you did in the past, and then trash a dressing room to show how angry you are. That's not gonna help your image any. I'm just saying.
4. Spend more time in rehab and jail then you do on your career.
5. Cheat on your wife/husband etc, and then say you have a sex addiction. Now, yes, sex addiction is a real problem. People do suffer from it. But you can't tell me that every single celeb suffers from it. Just admit, I like sowing my oats. People would still think your an ass, but at least your an honest ass.
6. Show off your size zero body 2 weeks after giving birth. Speaking from experience, the last thing I want to do after having my kids is work out, or parade around in a bikini. Don't blame it on good genes, etc, cause that's just not possible. It also makes the rest of us feel inadequate and inferior, because we're covered in baby spit up and haven't slept in thirteen days.
7. Say you had to fix a deviated septum. Either all of these Hollywood starlets were dropped face down when they were younger, or they're lying. Just say, I hated my schnoz, and I wanted a cute one that doesn't look like Pinocchio's nose!
8. Get mad at the paparazzi. First, they have a job to do to. Second, if you didn't want people to star, gawk, and follow your every move, you should've become a school teacher.
I could think of more, but I think you get the drift!
Monday, October 22, 2012
I lost a member of Big Time Rush. Or a small child or two!
As of Saturday, I have lost 71 lbs.
That is crazy right? 71 lbs? I was carrying around 71 lbs of extra something on me! That's a member of Big Time Rush. That's a Backstreet Boy. That's almost the weight of my twelve year old!!
Fourteen years ago, I was a nice, skinny, high school senior. (What a hottie I was! I tell you, if I could go back to when I thought I was fat and I wasn't...)
Soon after, enter child #1. I gained 60lbs during my pregnancy. (Sorry no pics, I can't seem to find one. It's quite possible I burned them all lol) Fine, all I craved was McDonald's, and mac n' cheese. But still. He could have been born a teenager with all of that weight. I think I just kinda thought my skinny teenage body would just bounce back on it's own, but it doesn't work like that. And anyone who has a child knows that when they finally, finally, FINALLY go to sleep, the last thing you're doing is hitting the treadmill. Maybe in my dreams I was, but I was hitting the bed first lol!
I did lose some of the weight. But I was no where near my skinny high school self above.
And then over a couple years, I gained more back. I can bake your socks off, and of course I was gonna try everything that I baked. And I hate cooking, so sure, let's go out to dinner! And oh, let's have popcorn and M&M combo mix at 10pm at night!
Enter baby #2. When I got pregnant, I was already 25lbs heavier then I was in high school. Strangely, during this pregnancy, I craved nothing but fruit, veggies, and yogurt. But I weighed the same when #2 was born as when #1 was born, because I started out much higher with #2.
And the cycle repeated itself. Dream treadmill, baking...until one day I woke up and saw:
Was that me? Where the heck was my neck? Why did my husband not tell me I had no neck!? Why did he not tell me every time I asked him if this shirt made me look fat did he not say, yo, eat an apple?? What the heck happened????
Don't get me wrong, I knew I had gained weight. But I didn't really see myself looking like that. I thought I carried my weight well.
So I decide to change things. I wanted my skinny high school body back. I wanted to show my kids that you can be healthy, and that you can do anything that you put your mind to. I wanted to shop in a section that didn't have a plus in its title.
One year later, thru Weight Watchers and Zumba, I'm 79 lbs down, and 8 pant sizes smaller =
The hubs is 40 lbs down. Combined we've lost the equivalent of our two kids.
I'm not done yet. I keep changing my goal, because I have exceeded my original goal beyond my wildest dreams. But I did it. Weight Watcher's helped me. Zumba helped me. Not wanting to be the 600lb woman helped me. It's been a battle the whole way, because some days I just want to sit on the couch and eat Doritos. But that's how I got to my before.
If I can do it, anyone can. And if you need a cheerleader, I'll be there! I know what it's like.
That is crazy right? 71 lbs? I was carrying around 71 lbs of extra something on me! That's a member of Big Time Rush. That's a Backstreet Boy. That's almost the weight of my twelve year old!!
Fourteen years ago, I was a nice, skinny, high school senior. (What a hottie I was! I tell you, if I could go back to when I thought I was fat and I wasn't...)
Soon after, enter child #1. I gained 60lbs during my pregnancy. (Sorry no pics, I can't seem to find one. It's quite possible I burned them all lol) Fine, all I craved was McDonald's, and mac n' cheese. But still. He could have been born a teenager with all of that weight. I think I just kinda thought my skinny teenage body would just bounce back on it's own, but it doesn't work like that. And anyone who has a child knows that when they finally, finally, FINALLY go to sleep, the last thing you're doing is hitting the treadmill. Maybe in my dreams I was, but I was hitting the bed first lol!
I did lose some of the weight. But I was no where near my skinny high school self above.
And then over a couple years, I gained more back. I can bake your socks off, and of course I was gonna try everything that I baked. And I hate cooking, so sure, let's go out to dinner! And oh, let's have popcorn and M&M combo mix at 10pm at night!
Enter baby #2. When I got pregnant, I was already 25lbs heavier then I was in high school. Strangely, during this pregnancy, I craved nothing but fruit, veggies, and yogurt. But I weighed the same when #2 was born as when #1 was born, because I started out much higher with #2.
And the cycle repeated itself. Dream treadmill, baking...until one day I woke up and saw:
Was that me? Where the heck was my neck? Why did my husband not tell me I had no neck!? Why did he not tell me every time I asked him if this shirt made me look fat did he not say, yo, eat an apple?? What the heck happened????
Don't get me wrong, I knew I had gained weight. But I didn't really see myself looking like that. I thought I carried my weight well.
So I decide to change things. I wanted my skinny high school body back. I wanted to show my kids that you can be healthy, and that you can do anything that you put your mind to. I wanted to shop in a section that didn't have a plus in its title.
One year later, thru Weight Watchers and Zumba, I'm 79 lbs down, and 8 pant sizes smaller =
The hubs is 40 lbs down. Combined we've lost the equivalent of our two kids.
I'm not done yet. I keep changing my goal, because I have exceeded my original goal beyond my wildest dreams. But I did it. Weight Watcher's helped me. Zumba helped me. Not wanting to be the 600lb woman helped me. It's been a battle the whole way, because some days I just want to sit on the couch and eat Doritos. But that's how I got to my before.
If I can do it, anyone can. And if you need a cheerleader, I'll be there! I know what it's like.
Saturday, July 21, 2012
It's been ages
I'm still here, and still alive!
Winter break wasn't nearly long enough, because it was right back to school and homework and tests, ug. So no blogging time.
And then when I was done with school, I had to help #1 get ready for finals and end of his year.
Plus in the middle of all that there was a wedding anniversary, #2's birthday, and a bunch of other birthday's and parties.
And then my hubs suffered a loss in his family, so I wanted to be there for him.
But I'm back! It only took me seven months lol!
Winter break wasn't nearly long enough, because it was right back to school and homework and tests, ug. So no blogging time.
And then when I was done with school, I had to help #1 get ready for finals and end of his year.
Plus in the middle of all that there was a wedding anniversary, #2's birthday, and a bunch of other birthday's and parties.
And then my hubs suffered a loss in his family, so I wanted to be there for him.
But I'm back! It only took me seven months lol!
Friday, December 23, 2011
I'm alive!
I know, I have not written in months! School kept me so busy it was crazy. Don't teachers know I have blogging to do? But I am done for the semester, with my first 4.0 tucked safely under my belt. (Oh yeah, taht's right, a 4.0. And thats going to school full time, working full time, and taking care of two dudes, well...three if you count the big dude. Phew, I'm tired just thinking about it!)
But I am alive, I swear! Now that school is over, I'm frantically getting ready for Christmas. No pressre, but it's only two days away!
If I survive the presents, the food,and everything else, I'll write again. If you don't hear from me..send help.
But I am alive, I swear! Now that school is over, I'm frantically getting ready for Christmas. No pressre, but it's only two days away!
If I survive the presents, the food,and everything else, I'll write again. If you don't hear from me..send help.
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Songs That Make Us Sing Saturday!
I love the Backstreet Boys. Don't laugh! I've been a crazy stalker obsessed fan since I was 15. And when I say obsessed, I'm so not kidding. For years my poor hubby had to go to sleep with a poster of AJ above our bed. (God I'm lucky he loves me!) No matter the day I have, any BSB song comes on and I'm instantly cheered up! So nothing makes me want to sing more then one of their songs. And my fav?? Everybody (Backstreet's Back) I even could do the dance! And this song always reminds me of the first BSB concert I went to, even though I've been to hundreds more since then.
I linked up with Not Just Another Mom of Twins and Because I'm the Mommy, the two people behind Songs That Make Us Sing Saturday. Check out their blogs, and share what song makes you wanna sing!
I linked up with Not Just Another Mom of Twins and Because I'm the Mommy, the two people behind Songs That Make Us Sing Saturday. Check out their blogs, and share what song makes you wanna sing!
Friday, October 21, 2011
Remember When?
I remember when.....
People wore slap bracelets and Bart Simpson t-shirts.
I had my first kiss.
I found out I was pregnant with my first child.
Rap was about more then booty.
I found out I was pregnant with my second child.
We didn't have to lock our doors.
I'd take coffee to school in the 6th grade.
Alternative meant flannels and Kurt Cobain.
I got detention for the first time.
Gas was $2.
I caught lightning bugs in jars.
NKOTB was huge.
The Showplace Theater showed movies.
Being threatened I'd get sent to Father Baker.
People pinned and rolled their pants.
Prom night/graduation/Senior breakfast.
The original Thunder Cats, He Man, GI Joe, Smurfs, and the Snorks.
Writing for the Buffalo News.
Summer meant three months of being outdoors.
I fell off of a horse.
Cross colors.
I first met my husband.
MTV played music videos.
The POS broke my heart.
The Challenger exploded.
"If it doesn't fit,you must acquit."
Teased hair and AquaNet.
Scrunchies.
The Ozone didn't have such a big hole.
Kids worked out their differences by fighting, not shooting.
Mmm Bop.
What do you remember?
People wore slap bracelets and Bart Simpson t-shirts.
I had my first kiss.
I found out I was pregnant with my first child.
Rap was about more then booty.
I found out I was pregnant with my second child.
We didn't have to lock our doors.
I'd take coffee to school in the 6th grade.
Alternative meant flannels and Kurt Cobain.
I got detention for the first time.
Gas was $2.
I caught lightning bugs in jars.
NKOTB was huge.
The Showplace Theater showed movies.
Being threatened I'd get sent to Father Baker.
People pinned and rolled their pants.
Prom night/graduation/Senior breakfast.
The original Thunder Cats, He Man, GI Joe, Smurfs, and the Snorks.
Writing for the Buffalo News.
Summer meant three months of being outdoors.
I fell off of a horse.
Cross colors.
I first met my husband.
MTV played music videos.
The POS broke my heart.
The Challenger exploded.
"If it doesn't fit,you must acquit."
Teased hair and AquaNet.
Scrunchies.
The Ozone didn't have such a big hole.
Kids worked out their differences by fighting, not shooting.
Mmm Bop.
What do you remember?
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Writer's Workshop - Don't Ask, Don't Tell
I love my husband. I do. But my poor, sweet, honest husband has had to learn a thing or two about the little white lie. Like he should use it. Often. For the sanity of our relationship, here's ten things that I have decided are the hot button topics that no matter what his answer is, he is guaranteed a night on the couch, or I will be guaranteed to have a "headache."
1. Does this dress make me look fat? Obviously if I'm asking him this, I feel fat. But my husband is a nice, honest guy. You can guess where his honesty landed him!
2. Don't you remember I said that already? If I'm repeating myself, no, he didn't remember. And then I get all angry because I think he doesn't pay attention to me, and then he winds up on the couch.
3. Can we stop and ask for directions? Before smart phones that slice and dice and are GPS ready, we got lost. A lot. And hubby says he knows where he's going, and it's just up ahead. Two hours later, we're in Pittsburgh.
4. Do you want to go shopping with me? No man likes to go shopping. I can't think of any other question that will make him run screaming from the room like that!
5. Have you seen the credit card? Unlike the hubs, I am a shopper. I love the mall. And he knows if I'm trying to hunt down the credit card, he's going to have a heart attack when the bill comes next month.
6. and 7. Aren't you done yet? You're done already? Enough said.
8. Did you forget today's our anniversary/Valentines day/etc? What is it about guys? They can remember who threw the fastest curve ball to score the touchdown. (I know, I totally just mixed sports didn't I?) But when it comes to remembering your anniversary...."I thought it was tomorrow." DOH!
9. Do you think <insert famous singer/actress name here> is prettier then me? You really don't want the answer to this. I have thankfully never asked this, but I could only imagine how long the hubs would be couch bound if I did and didn't like the answer!
10. Is that a grey hair? Totally mean, and not appreciated. But, I got him back. The hubs is going to be thirty-seven this year, and he gets the heebie jeebies when I joke that he's like the crypt keeper!
Mama Kat totally inspires me, and got me out of the school books again!
1. Does this dress make me look fat? Obviously if I'm asking him this, I feel fat. But my husband is a nice, honest guy. You can guess where his honesty landed him!
2. Don't you remember I said that already? If I'm repeating myself, no, he didn't remember. And then I get all angry because I think he doesn't pay attention to me, and then he winds up on the couch.
3. Can we stop and ask for directions? Before smart phones that slice and dice and are GPS ready, we got lost. A lot. And hubby says he knows where he's going, and it's just up ahead. Two hours later, we're in Pittsburgh.
4. Do you want to go shopping with me? No man likes to go shopping. I can't think of any other question that will make him run screaming from the room like that!
5. Have you seen the credit card? Unlike the hubs, I am a shopper. I love the mall. And he knows if I'm trying to hunt down the credit card, he's going to have a heart attack when the bill comes next month.
6. and 7. Aren't you done yet? You're done already? Enough said.
8. Did you forget today's our anniversary/Valentines day/etc? What is it about guys? They can remember who threw the fastest curve ball to score the touchdown. (I know, I totally just mixed sports didn't I?) But when it comes to remembering your anniversary...."I thought it was tomorrow." DOH!
9. Do you think <insert famous singer/actress name here> is prettier then me? You really don't want the answer to this. I have thankfully never asked this, but I could only imagine how long the hubs would be couch bound if I did and didn't like the answer!
10. Is that a grey hair? Totally mean, and not appreciated. But, I got him back. The hubs is going to be thirty-seven this year, and he gets the heebie jeebies when I joke that he's like the crypt keeper!
Mama Kat totally inspires me, and got me out of the school books again!
Writer's Workshop - The Bucket List
I am 31 years old.
And I've never.....
1. Climbed Mt Kilimanjaro.
2. Traveled cross country.
3. Taken a cruise. (Do you see a travel theme here?)
4. Learned to speak Chinese.
5. Rode the white water rapids.
6. Been on a roller coaster and not been scared.
7. Gone over Niagara Falls in a barrel.
8. Eaten blowfish.
9. Told someone's Achy Breaky Heart anything.
10. Watched a scary movie in the dark.
11. Learned to swim.
12. Found a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
13. Learned the dougie.
14. Found an oasis in the desert.
15. Helped a women give birth in an elevator.
16. Seen Ryan Gosling naked. (YUM!)
17. Run with the bulls.
18. Laughed so hard I spit something out of my nose.
19. Figured out what O.P.P. meant.
20. Streaked.
21. Met a queen. Or a princess. Or some lowly third cousin removed from royalty.
22. Been happier then I am right now.
Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop does it again!! She is awesomely inspiring! Or maybe I'm just trying to avoid homework.
And I've never.....
1. Climbed Mt Kilimanjaro.
2. Traveled cross country.
3. Taken a cruise. (Do you see a travel theme here?)
4. Learned to speak Chinese.
5. Rode the white water rapids.
6. Been on a roller coaster and not been scared.
7. Gone over Niagara Falls in a barrel.
8. Eaten blowfish.
9. Told someone's Achy Breaky Heart anything.
10. Watched a scary movie in the dark.
11. Learned to swim.
12. Found a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
13. Learned the dougie.
14. Found an oasis in the desert.
15. Helped a women give birth in an elevator.
16. Seen Ryan Gosling naked. (YUM!)
17. Run with the bulls.
18. Laughed so hard I spit something out of my nose.
19. Figured out what O.P.P. meant.
20. Streaked.
21. Met a queen. Or a princess. Or some lowly third cousin removed from royalty.
22. Been happier then I am right now.
Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop does it again!! She is awesomely inspiring! Or maybe I'm just trying to avoid homework.
Friday, September 23, 2011
Writer's Workshop-I'm from where????
I am from road trips to a Wonderland, and Coring, Finger Lakes and shrines, from Aqua Net and dresses for every occasion.
I am from the the ranch house where the wood crests that has no less then 200 lights for Christmas or Halloween, shining brightly in my bedroom window so I could stay up all night and read.
I am from gardens full of flowers, and a mom who still believes she has to yell at them to make them grow bigger, from weeping willows and potted trees.
I am from all day Christmases, and all day Thanksgivings, and all day Easters and curly hair, from Richard and Ludy, John and Genevieve.
I am from playtime imagination and hard work because of love. I am from stubbornness, and laughter and comedy and books.
From "If you don't listen you'll go to Father Baker's," and "Yes honey, your stuffies do come to life at night and play while you're sleeping. But if you don't go to sleep then they won't get to play." From words in Tagalog that I still don't know what they mean, but I know by my mom's tone they can't be good.
I am from Catholicism, and communion, but mostly from atheism. He stopped listening, and I stopped talking.
I’m from Sabres land, and a correspondence course that connected perogies to Imelda Marcos. Carrot cake and lumpias. Burning my mouth on hot out of the oil, better then an egg roll lumpias, and begging for more.
From the scar on my knee from when I was six, trying on all of my mom's high heeled shoes, the clack of the heel striking the tile, and the way my dad rushed to my side because I was crying. From a kiss and a band aid that made me get back up and do it all over again, with the same results.
I am from the largest cabinet collection of photo albums known to man, crafted carefully by my mother, who took pictures of every movement, in case we forget. From a ten gallon Tupperware container full of yearbooks, notes. letters, pictures, dried flowers, and every newspaper article I wrote. From a hallway that chronicles the sweetest moments.
I am from a family that loves and fights and loves some more.
Thanks to Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop for making me want to put down my homework and write about something that did not involve the legal system!
I am from the the ranch house where the wood crests that has no less then 200 lights for Christmas or Halloween, shining brightly in my bedroom window so I could stay up all night and read.
I am from gardens full of flowers, and a mom who still believes she has to yell at them to make them grow bigger, from weeping willows and potted trees.
I am from all day Christmases, and all day Thanksgivings, and all day Easters and curly hair, from Richard and Ludy, John and Genevieve.
I am from playtime imagination and hard work because of love. I am from stubbornness, and laughter and comedy and books.
From "If you don't listen you'll go to Father Baker's," and "Yes honey, your stuffies do come to life at night and play while you're sleeping. But if you don't go to sleep then they won't get to play." From words in Tagalog that I still don't know what they mean, but I know by my mom's tone they can't be good.
I am from Catholicism, and communion, but mostly from atheism. He stopped listening, and I stopped talking.
I’m from Sabres land, and a correspondence course that connected perogies to Imelda Marcos. Carrot cake and lumpias. Burning my mouth on hot out of the oil, better then an egg roll lumpias, and begging for more.
From the scar on my knee from when I was six, trying on all of my mom's high heeled shoes, the clack of the heel striking the tile, and the way my dad rushed to my side because I was crying. From a kiss and a band aid that made me get back up and do it all over again, with the same results.
I am from the largest cabinet collection of photo albums known to man, crafted carefully by my mother, who took pictures of every movement, in case we forget. From a ten gallon Tupperware container full of yearbooks, notes. letters, pictures, dried flowers, and every newspaper article I wrote. From a hallway that chronicles the sweetest moments.
I am from a family that loves and fights and loves some more.
Thanks to Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop for making me want to put down my homework and write about something that did not involve the legal system!
Sunday, July 24, 2011
School Year Blues
It's almost the end of July. Which means the end of August is only a few short weeks away. And you know what that means is right round the corner...
That's right. The first day of school.
#1 is going to the 7th grade this year, so this is a routine we know very well. The school supply scramble. The sifting thru clothes, figuring out what new outfits he needs. Trying to get him back into a routine of going to bed early, etc. By now, we're pros.
What I never knew I'd have to deal with is other people's kids. Last year was #1's first year in middle school. And his first year being bullied. Some was from older kids, you know, the I'm in 8th grade so I'm just so cool type. But some was from kids he had classes with, or waited for the bus with. Some was kids being stupid, but some was flat out mean.
There wasn't alot. But there was enough.
We've always taught him that violence is not the answer,and you're nice to everyone no matter what. But last year is the first year that we had to have a bigger talk with him. How there are kids that are just mean, and they just want attention, and the best thing to do is ignore them. We've taught him the difference between stupid mean and mean mean. And while I won't let him see it, it takes every restraint I have not to go hunt down those kids and kick some 6th grade booty! I know that would defeat the whole violence is not the answer speech, but my momma bear instincts want to teach those meanies a lesson!
I know I can't fight his battles for him. But how can I not look at my baby, my first, my oldest, my sweet and funny and caring child, and not want to pop him in a bubble?
It breaks my heart seeing him frustrated and upset because some kid didn't like his backpack. I know that he'll find out about the world, and all the different people in it sooner or later, but why does it have to be sooner instead of later?
But that leaves us at a crossroads. Do we continue to push the "ignore them?" Or do we teach him what to do if, and that's a big IF, someone one day crosses the line? The hubs says yes. I'm less sure.
What would you do if it was your child?
That's right. The first day of school.
#1 is going to the 7th grade this year, so this is a routine we know very well. The school supply scramble. The sifting thru clothes, figuring out what new outfits he needs. Trying to get him back into a routine of going to bed early, etc. By now, we're pros.
What I never knew I'd have to deal with is other people's kids. Last year was #1's first year in middle school. And his first year being bullied. Some was from older kids, you know, the I'm in 8th grade so I'm just so cool type. But some was from kids he had classes with, or waited for the bus with. Some was kids being stupid, but some was flat out mean.
There wasn't alot. But there was enough.
We've always taught him that violence is not the answer,and you're nice to everyone no matter what. But last year is the first year that we had to have a bigger talk with him. How there are kids that are just mean, and they just want attention, and the best thing to do is ignore them. We've taught him the difference between stupid mean and mean mean. And while I won't let him see it, it takes every restraint I have not to go hunt down those kids and kick some 6th grade booty! I know that would defeat the whole violence is not the answer speech, but my momma bear instincts want to teach those meanies a lesson!
I know I can't fight his battles for him. But how can I not look at my baby, my first, my oldest, my sweet and funny and caring child, and not want to pop him in a bubble?
It breaks my heart seeing him frustrated and upset because some kid didn't like his backpack. I know that he'll find out about the world, and all the different people in it sooner or later, but why does it have to be sooner instead of later?
But that leaves us at a crossroads. Do we continue to push the "ignore them?" Or do we teach him what to do if, and that's a big IF, someone one day crosses the line? The hubs says yes. I'm less sure.
What would you do if it was your child?
Thursday, July 21, 2011
The Restaurant and The Mob
We have become that family that other people glare at when we go out to eat. That's right, we're the parents of a two year old.
I don't know what it is about restaurants. #2 can be a completely happy and wonderful baby before hand. Like this:
But as soon as we cross the doors of a restaurant he is a rowdy, riled up,screeches his head off, demon child. (I'd show you a picture, but I had my hands full trying to calm him down!)
This isn't our first time at the rodeo. We battled two year old toughness before. But maybe it's because we've gotten older, or maybe #2 is a new breed of toddler that's going to conquer the world by screeching us to death.
We bring toys, and our phones, keys, his blankie, at least two stuffies...and we got nothing. He won't sit in his high chair. He doesn't want to sit at the table. He doesn't want to eat, but he doesn't want the food to be taken away. He doesn't want the waitresses to come over. He also doesn't want them to stay away. And he his very..eh hem...vocal..about what he wants.
Which in turn leads people to stare. And I get it, I do. They wanted to come out and enjoy a nice meal, and my child keeps throwing his french fries at them and screaming (I'm exaggerating....but only about the french fries.)
But people don't just stare. They roll their eyes and give us dirty looks. Which I think is a little uncalled for. Have they ever been around a toddler? Sometimes they just have to wail. For whatever reason it just so happens to always be when we're out to dinner, but still. I totally give the dirty looks back, but am I expecting too much to think people could be more understanding? Or at lest less rude? I don't glare at the other moms, dads and baby sitters with the screaming children because I've been there! I feel your pain! Shouldn't people extend the same?
What do you think? Have you been caught out in public between a crying little person and a mob of angry glarers?
I don't know what it is about restaurants. #2 can be a completely happy and wonderful baby before hand. Like this:
But as soon as we cross the doors of a restaurant he is a rowdy, riled up,screeches his head off, demon child. (I'd show you a picture, but I had my hands full trying to calm him down!)
This isn't our first time at the rodeo. We battled two year old toughness before. But maybe it's because we've gotten older, or maybe #2 is a new breed of toddler that's going to conquer the world by screeching us to death.
We bring toys, and our phones, keys, his blankie, at least two stuffies...and we got nothing. He won't sit in his high chair. He doesn't want to sit at the table. He doesn't want to eat, but he doesn't want the food to be taken away. He doesn't want the waitresses to come over. He also doesn't want them to stay away. And he his very..eh hem...vocal..about what he wants.
Which in turn leads people to stare. And I get it, I do. They wanted to come out and enjoy a nice meal, and my child keeps throwing his french fries at them and screaming (I'm exaggerating....but only about the french fries.)
But people don't just stare. They roll their eyes and give us dirty looks. Which I think is a little uncalled for. Have they ever been around a toddler? Sometimes they just have to wail. For whatever reason it just so happens to always be when we're out to dinner, but still. I totally give the dirty looks back, but am I expecting too much to think people could be more understanding? Or at lest less rude? I don't glare at the other moms, dads and baby sitters with the screaming children because I've been there! I feel your pain! Shouldn't people extend the same?
What do you think? Have you been caught out in public between a crying little person and a mob of angry glarers?
Monday, May 2, 2011
The Family Bed
So last night was day a zillion of #2 sleeping in our bed. (Ok. so it may not be a zillion, but it's getting close.)
I love #2. He's so little, and so stinking cute that you just have to love him. (I'm not just saying that either, he really is!) But, he has a perfectly nice, big bedroom with a perfectly nice little bed/convertible crib/daybed contraption in it where he really should sleep.
But does he?
Nope. Nope. Nope.
Instead, we get this...
And to make things worse, he's a tosser. And a turner. And a "I'm going to hit you in the mouth with my adorable little two year old foot at 2 a.m. because I can."
I long, long LONG for the days when the hubs and I had the bed to ourselves. (Get your mind outta the gutter, I'm talking about sleeping!) When I didn't wake up to a little person who just rolled on top of me, and then was mad I was in HIS way! When I wasn't scrunched hanging over the edge of the bed because #2 kept squeezing me out, inch by inch.
We have tried everything. Lots of snuggling in his room, bedtime stories, staying in his room until he falls alseep and then you have to sneak out like a hot footed burglar, except you stepped on the squeaky part and now you woke him up.
He has Christmas lights in his room because we thought he was afraid of the dark. We have tried pleading, begging, bribing...at least as much as you can do all of the above with a little person. Nope. He steadfastly refuses to sleep in his bed.
The only thing we haven't tried is sleep training. But I can't. I can't, I can't, I can't. Could you look at this cute little face and sleep train him?
I can't. It'd break my heart. And his. But mine more I think.
So now what?
I love #2. He's so little, and so stinking cute that you just have to love him. (I'm not just saying that either, he really is!) But, he has a perfectly nice, big bedroom with a perfectly nice little bed/convertible crib/daybed contraption in it where he really should sleep.
But does he?
Nope. Nope. Nope.
Instead, we get this...
And to make things worse, he's a tosser. And a turner. And a "I'm going to hit you in the mouth with my adorable little two year old foot at 2 a.m. because I can."
I long, long LONG for the days when the hubs and I had the bed to ourselves. (Get your mind outta the gutter, I'm talking about sleeping!) When I didn't wake up to a little person who just rolled on top of me, and then was mad I was in HIS way! When I wasn't scrunched hanging over the edge of the bed because #2 kept squeezing me out, inch by inch.
We have tried everything. Lots of snuggling in his room, bedtime stories, staying in his room until he falls alseep and then you have to sneak out like a hot footed burglar, except you stepped on the squeaky part and now you woke him up.
He has Christmas lights in his room because we thought he was afraid of the dark. We have tried pleading, begging, bribing...at least as much as you can do all of the above with a little person. Nope. He steadfastly refuses to sleep in his bed.
The only thing we haven't tried is sleep training. But I can't. I can't, I can't, I can't. Could you look at this cute little face and sleep train him?
I can't. It'd break my heart. And his. But mine more I think.
So now what?
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