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Things I Love About The Girl


I haven't blogged in quite a while - well, over a year it seems - and was just saying yesterday how I don't know how I ever had the time.  Then today, all I can think about is blog posts. Duh.  Anyway, I think having a toddler just lends itself to blogging.  Your friends get sick of hearing about how cute, sweet, smart, perfect, etc., little sweetie is and you have to tell someone - even if it is just a blog post with no readers bouncing around out in cyberspace!!
 
The Girl is 20 months old now.  She is wondrous! Amazing.  Outstanding.  Perfect.  Yeah, yeah, you are already sick of hearing it, I know.  Therefore, I will spare you excess verbage and go to a bullet list. 
Things I love about The Girl
  • I love how feisty she is.  She is NOT taking any bullshit from anyone. Being 20 months old isn't any reason to have to, right?
  • I love how she says YAY!!!! when she is getting/doing something she wants.  Enthusiasm should be her middle name.
  • I love how she loves spicy food, pickles, salsa,butter beans, hot stuff - just like her mommy.
  • I love how she trusts me completely.  I can reach out to her from across the room and she'll just jump - knowing I'll catch her.  
  • I love her fearlessness.  Big dog? Strange person? New food? New place? Bring it on.  
  • I love how she loves her brother.  She will beat him down in a heartbeat if he messes with her - which he frequently does -, but she lights up from ear to ear, head to toe when she sees him.  She doesn't look at anyone else like she looks at him.  It makes my heart grow two sizes.
  • I love how she rolls with the flow.  She'll sleep wherever/whenever.  She'll go wherever. She isn't bothered by change or inconsistency.  Thank god, because we sure don't have any kind of schedule!!!
  • I love how she wrinkles up her nose and makes silly faces at you when you say something she doesn't like. She may not say a lot of words, but she understands every word and their connotation. 
  • I love how she says mama.  How she babbles on endlessly in some foreign language, yet expects you to answer and looks irritated when you don't.
  • I love how she started putting her diapers in the trash can without me ever asking her to.
  • I love that she is my baby for ever and always, no matter how old she gets.  :-)
 
 
 
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Ten for '10


I don't usually do New Year's resolutions.  The whole idea just doesn't seem necessary to me.  If you need to do something, do it.  Don't wait until a certain day of the year to start.  Since I don't work or go to school, my calendar is very fluid - though with TB starting school I guess that is changing - so the new year, the weekend, etc, etc, just doesn't mean that much.

Anyway, this year I'm gonna jump on the resolution bandwagon.  I've had a baby this year, my other baby has started school - lots of change and right now seems like a good time to set some goals for myself.  That it coincides with the New Year? Well, that's just a total coincidence.  So without further adieu...

Blue Momma's Resolutions for 2010
  1. Sell/dispose of all of the no longer needed baby paraphernalia - clothes, hardware, toys, etc.  I have so much shit piled around here that we can hardly get around.  Now that we have TG and aren't in a holding pattern anymore it is time to declutter and get rid of the things she has outgrown or no longer/never will need.
  2. Organize the kids rooms and help TB keep his that way.  Both kids have small rooms so organization is essential. I have tons of bins and shelving, but we never seem to get the "litter" in the storage units. 
  3. Finish decorating projects in house - particularly in the kid's rooms.  I haven't finished decorating TG's room and she is 7 months old.  I guess I shouldn't feel so bad about that though, because I  haven't finished TB's and he is five.  Bad Mom.
  4. Cook more frequently.  I really do enjoy cooking, but have so gotten out of the habit.  It is so easy to just eat a frozen pizza or let hubby pull something together.  My bank account and my ass demand more home cooked meals in 2010. Blue Momma is gonna pull out the cookbooks, make some menus and get busy.
  5. Eat a healthier diet - fewer calories, healthier foods, more fruits and vegetables.  I guess this one explains itself.
  6. Start eating on a smaller plate and don't go back for seconds.  It's not that I eat such shitty foods to get the size I am - it's that I eat a fucking ton of whatever I eat. I'm not listing lose weight here, as I figure that if I do numbers five and six the weight will come off all on its on.
  7. Learn to like at least three new vegetables this year.  Since I hate them I figure one every three months is more than reasonable.  In the past few years I have added spinach (raw only) and romaine to my vegetable repertoire, but I need to expand it greatly.  I only like spinach, romaine (leaves only), butterbeans, tomatoes, corn and potatoes.  I need to add some beans and maybe carrots.... This one will be hard.
  8. Be more patient with my husband.  He really is a good guy and tries really hard to make me happy.  He is also a good father to TB and TG.  I have less patience with him than I do with anyone else on earth and I am going to try to change that.  
  9. Get on a cleaning schedule for my house and keep it in order.  I shouldn't have to spend more than 30 minutes cleaning/straightening up before I can have company over (as compared with needing about 2 days now).
  10. Make sure that the time I spend with my husband/kids/family/friends is quality time vs. quantity.  I want this to be the most kick ass year ever! Who cares if I'm with my family, but we are watching tv or doing our own things.  This year will be about quality.
(Where did the spell check button go?  Am I losing my mind?  I know I don't blog much these days, but I know there used to be spell check on blogger, but I sure as hell can't find it.)

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    Knowledge is a Good Thing - Or So They Say


    I asked TB last night what bad words he knew.  He said he only knew two:

    Oh my God

    and

    Stupid Asshole.



    Can't imagine where he heard either of those from. 

    I know it won't win me any mom of the year awards, but I find that absolutely hilarious.  If we can keep his bad word vocabulary at OMG and stupid asshole I would feel I was a great success. 

    Now if he had said stupid fucking asshole, now that would have been a different story....

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    I'm Too Old For Shit Like This


    So last night I met some  skank whores friends for dinner and a couple of movies afterwards. Yes, my friends, I went to see the premier of the new Twilight movie. I read the books - they were good.  I saw the first movie.  While not award winning cinema, I am no movie snob and thought it was a good movie.  Why would you brave the opening night, midnight movie  hysteria if you aren't a retard twitard? To hang out with my good friends.

    Now to  ,the crux of the matter here.  We met for dinner and drinks at 6:30.  I met L a little before six because we both had to pick up our tickets. The rest those bitches my friends came shortly there after and we enjoyed a nice dinner.  Then we headed to the theater, where we had been told to arrive an hour early due to the crowds.

    Crowds? The were none - at least when we got there. A few of those losers I was hanging out with my friends made a liquor store run - yes, YB but a loose six pack of bottled beer in my diaper bag!!!! - and then the movie started.

    We saw the first Twilight movie at 9pm.  It was over at 11pm so we had an hour to kill until the next one started.  Everyone talked shit conversed until 12 and the time went by fairly quickly.  If you forget the fact that it was 100 degrees in the theater everything was great. 

    Finally the movie starts and by this time I am so fucking sleepy.  I tell L to wake me up if I fall asleep and start watching the movie.  All I can say is, well, it is a movie.  A bit into the movie I am even more sleepy and my contacts are bothering me so I decide to close my eyes and just listen for a minute.

    Next thing I know I am waking up.  K is giggling that I was asleep and I started snoring and Kimtastic took a picutre and hahahahahahah.  Can you say Let's Cut A Bitch?

    I asked L why she didn't wake me up and she said, well, I looked so peaceful and I was quiet.  I pointed out that the time to wake me up was BEFORE I started snoring, not after.  It seems I was sleeping quietly even thought K was poking me and at some point snorted/snored/fucking something and then went back to being quiet.  Of course this was during a quiet part in the movie and the whole theater heard it.

    I can only say that I wasn't too embarrassed because I was sleeping and not awake to do any thing, like, say ---cut some bitches, but that those skank ho's will get theirs!!!!

    All in all, though, it was a good night with formerly supposed
    good friends, though my ass is most definitely too old for that late of a night.  Next time I'm out after dinner or at least by the end of the first movie.

    Of course this morning I had forgotten to turn the sound back on on my alarm so I didn't get TB up for school until 6:30 so we had to rush, rush, rush.  My boobs were EXPLODING by this time so TG got six tons of milk, which she promptly spit up all over me.  YEA MORNING!!!!

    I have a full day today and tomorrow, so by tomorrow evening I'll be feeling every one of my 41 years.

    Lessons Learned:
    • -watch your own back.  Skanks will not do it for you.
    • -a itty bitty baby belly can only hold so much milk
    • -turn your fucking alarm back on, dumb ass
    • -some people do not know the difference between a icy and a slush
    • -that Taylor Lautner kid is HAWT!

    I'll leave you with a few pics from the night.  Go to Kimtastic's place for the one of me snoozing.





      And can you believe I left these next two at home to  hang out with those crazy women?? Bad choices, Blue Momma, bad choices.




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    Good Times


    Tonight we had some friends over for dinner.  It was nice.  The kids played and got along well.  The grown ups did the same.  The food was good - even if I did cook it - and the company was better.  I was going to take some pictures, but was distracted by those kids, friends and food I was talking about.  Maybe Kimtastic will email me a pic for my blog.  You know she took some, if not quite as many as usual.

    I know I bitch and moan a lot about things, but life really is pretty good. Don't get me wrong.  I could be thinner, richer, prettier, smarter, etc, etc.  But in all honesty?  I have a great family and great friends. I am able to stay warm in the winter and cool in the summer.  My belly is always full (ha - even too full!).

    I need to shut up and enjoy what I have and that is exactly what I plan to start doing more of.

    You bitches rock.  And that includes you, too, J!!

    I have to admit that TB did say he wanted F, H and E to be here, but he had a ball, too.

    To quote Yankee Belle, "Good times, good times."



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    It's Too Soon!


    I had to run to WalHell today to pick up some groceries.  Yes, I have done that before, smart ass, but I haven't done it that frequently since TG was born.  You see, believe it or not, my girl likes to be held.  She has a hate/hate relationship with her car seat.  She fucking hates that bitch!!!!

    Usually we go to the store and she makes it about five minutes until she screams bloody murder.  I end up carrying her in front of me in a forward facing position, trying to push the buggy with my free hand while peeping over top of the now empty car seat so I don't plow over some tooth missing, mullet sporting, wife beater wearing fellow shopper. 

    This is our routine.  I've become accustomed to it.  I've bitched and moaned and couldn't do anything about it accepted it. 

    But now?  Today?  I put TG in the carseat.  NO TEARS.  We go to WalHell and actually shop for things.  NO TEARS.  I push my luck and casually browse through the baby toys after getting my groceries.  NO TEARS.

    I should be happy, right? 

    I'M NOT!!!

    I'm not ready for my baby to be all grown and able to handle shit without me holding her.  I mean really, she isn't even six months old yet!!!!!!!  Next thing you know she'll be sleeping in her own bed, calling me poopie head and getting on the school bus.  That leads to high school, college, marriage, her moving away.....gahhhhhhhhh!!!!  I can't take it!!!!!!

    Seriously folks, I need another baby because mine is already practically grown.

    Or maybe what I need is a good therapist and/or a fucking intervention.....

    (FYI - for those of you who think I am neglecting TG while I am typing this, she is currently sound asleep while simultaneously on the boob.  I may be a shitty housekeeper, but I am a kick ass multi-tasker!)

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    Home Improvements


    I'm remodeling a little here on the old blog.  I'm thinking maybe a remodel will have me wanting to spend more time at my old hang out.  We'll see.  Anyway, you guys let me know what you think - honestly!!  I'm no pro at this so I'm depending on yall to help me work out the bugs.  Damn bug man would just charge me a hundred bucks and I can't afford that!  It's nearly Christmas after all....

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