Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Tackle It Tuesday & 17 Months!

I actually completed Tackle It Tuesday without even knowing it. Today, although I feel like my head really may explode and it's getting a little hard to breath (Gotta love genetics! Especially when Asthma is involved.), I felt restless. Go figure. SO I decided to dig deep into the depths of our room and Tubs' room and dig up every last piece of laundry I could find. Which, let me tell you is a lot. Because I really hate laundry. So I tend to put it off until I really can't put it off anymore. I know, that's bad...but it's such a process! A long, boring process! First, you have to organize it all (which I'm kind of lazy with, too), and then you gotta put it in the washer. Wait 15 - 20 minutes. Put it in the dryer. Put another load in the washer. Wait 70 minutes. Unload the dryer. Put the clothes in the washer in the dryer. Put another load in the washer. Fold the dried load. Put the tried load away. Repeat. For the rest of freaking forever. And I hate it. And you can never really be 100% caught up on laundry unless you and your family walk around naked for an entire day, at the least. Which I rather not do. BUT...I did laundry. Lots of laundry. About 7 or 8 loads. I've probably got 7 or 8 more left, most of which being Tubs' clothes. He has way too many clothes. And a load of baby clothes is like 5 loads of adult clothes. So that's a lot of folding and hanging up and putting in drawers.

Can we tell I hate doing laundry yet? Because I really cannot stress how much I hate doing laundry. It is my nemesis. I would have taken pictures had I known I was participating in Tackle It Tuesday...but I didn't discover Tackle It Tuesday until well after I started. haha But I always have stuff to tackle, so I'll keep it up and have some shocking pictures for y'all next week. Like my bedroom...more specifically, under the bed. Because I have not yet grown out of the "QUICK! Shove it under the bed! Someone's coming over!" stage. Because it's SO much easier to do that way. haha

I promise my house isn't as dirty as it sounds. Ohhh well.

And today...Tubs is 17 months old! I can't believe it! He's going to be a year and HALF next month! We're almost half-way to 2! That makes me sad. And happy. But mostly sad, because time is going by so incredibly fast. For example, I'm pretty sure we just paid the car payment a few days ago...but it's due again next week. Eww. Time is definitely going too fast for my wallet! Or, I should say, my husband's wallet.

Back to Tubs...I tried desperately hard to post a bunch of pictures (I just spent like an hour resizing and adding borders in the middle of writing this post but I had to give up!) but I am feeling so sick. Ewww. I need to go take a breathing treatment and go to bed. I'll post 17 months of pictures tomorrow! Goodnight world!

P.S. If you wanna participate in Tackle It Tuesday...go over to 5 Minutes For Mom!

Monday, June 28, 2010

Babies, Coke, and Books

I'm hoping to make sense today! I had to take Benedryl because my sinuses are going absolutely insane today, so I'm hoping I can write and think coherently for a long enough period of time to write tonight.

Anyway, remember yesterday? How I said I have a little bit of a Coke addiction? Well, today something happened that made me realize that I really need to kick that habit to the curb sometime in the near future. Want to know what happened? This is what happened:

I really do tend to drink right out of the 2 liter because I drink Coke all.the.time. My son decided to take an empty 2 liter and pretend to drink out of it today. He randomly picked it up, and then he put it to his mouth and pretended to drink out of it. He did this for a good 10 minutes. While I'm glad such simple things can keep him occupied, I have not given him any pop and don't ever plan on doing so, simply because I've always liked pop for as long as I can remember, and enjoying healthier beverages, such as water, is really not all that enjoyable to me.

Aside from that, I had a terribly uneventful day. But I'm almost done with my book, and it has been pretty good.

Ask Again Later by Jill A. Davis

The main character, Emily, and I are extremely different. But we're also the same. Her mom had a semi-crisis when a lump was found in her breast. I have been very fortunate to not experience that. I don't want to give too much away, in case you do decide to read it. But there are a lot of differences, but yet, we're very much the same. She thinks about the same weird things that I tend to think about. Her "voice" is quite like mind. Scattered. She also has weird little quirks very much like mine. For example, she mentally organizes books sitting on a bookshelf. I do stuff like that, too. My biggest quirk, and don't think I'm insane, please, is that I count. I count everything. If I'm just sitting on my balcony to relax, I count windows. I can count them a million times over, but I always count them. I don't know why, especially since I hate math, but I seem to enjoy counting. I wonder what a psychologist would think of this? But I'm really not sure I want to find out.

Anyway, back to the book. It's written almost a diary-type of style. Not obvious diary style, but there aren't really chapters. There are little "articles". They each have a name, and they're rather short. But there's not date or time, no "Dear Diary....Love, Emily", but it's short and sweet. It's a good writing style for a busy mom. It's easy to sneak in a couple "chapters" without having to cut one short because motherly duties are calling your name. As I said, I'm almost done reading it, and luckily, my sister-in-law brought me over a nice stack of books, because I've run out of my own. I usually take all the money I get for Christmas and go to a bookstore and spend the entire day sifting through books for me to enjoy throughout the year. But having a child and "grown up" responsibilities has hindered my ability to spend so much money on stuff like that. That being said, even though I have a pretty stack of books right now, I read often and go through books almost as much as I go through 2 liters of Coke, so if any of you have any suggestions, let me know!

I wanted to ask anybody that may read this, what are your favorite memes? I don't want my blog to be an entire meme, but I want to be able to participate in something each week, so that way I can have a "day off" from trying to think of something to write (hey, it happens!), but I also have to keep up with writing, because it's really easy for me to decide I'm too busy, or too lazy, or too whatever and not write and then not do it again for a long time. But I don't want to do that, because I do enjoy writing, and blogging is very therapeutic. In fact, I'm sure it's the reason why I survived my teenage years.

Alright, well, tonight I'm patting myself on the back for writing this with my Benedryl-induced coma. It's time for me to call it a night now. But I do hope everybody has a lovely day! Pinot and I will be back tomorrow night. :)

Sunday, June 27, 2010

I suck at introductions!

But this is my first post, so I have to do some sort of introducing, don't I? I'm a perfectionist to the core, so when making an introduction, I tend to go on and on and on because I'm not sure what I really should include. Really, what do potential blog readers of mine need to know? Or want to know? So I just start blurting out almost everything that comes to mind, because I mean, really, how can anyone sum up themselves in a relatively short paragraph? How do I put my 20+ years of life experience into a short post? Should I just scrape the very surface of my being? Or should I get straight to the very depths of my being? See, that's already 7 questions and I've only been here for just a brief moment. Did I count that right? I'm not all that great with numbers, unfortunately. But the good news for anyone who may read this is that I'm pretty friggin' awesome when it comes to grammar and spelling, should my posts should most always make sense. But I won't make any promises. Alright, sorry. I do get side-tracked quite often. This is why my husband usually comes home to a half clean house. This is why I go into the bathroom with the intent to do my hair, but it almost always ends up in a ponytail, or if I'm really lazy, I put a headband on.

Well, I guess that wasn't so hard. I've already noted that I'm a perfectionist. I ask too many questions. I'm awful at math, but I'm good with English. I get side-tracked way too easily. And I'm pretty lazy when it comes to doing my hair.

Maybe I should get back to the point. Me. But I guess I was on point because that was about me. But my world really doesn't revolve around me, it revolves around my family, and at the end of the day, my most cherished glass of wine. Although that really doesn't happen everyday, sometimes I'm too tired. Sometimes I'm just not in the mood. Sometimes I rather take a nice long bath while reading a good book. I really enjoy reading. It's one of my most favorite things to do, so naturally, writing is one of my most favorite things to do.

I'm not really all that new to blogging. I am, but I'm not. I had a LiveJournal for a large majority of my teenage years. I read it not too long ago and was so embarrassed that I deleted it. Sometimes I regret that decision -- but for the most part, I think it was a good decision. I started a pregnancy blog while I was pregnant, but I couldn't keep up with it, my pregnancy was entirely too easy. My posts mostly consisted of "I can't wait to meet him!", which I'm sure cannot hold anybody's attention span for too long. So I gave up. I started another blog a little later, but I felt too restricted with it, because of my perfectionism. It's all in the name! And I felt the name restricted my writing options. It hindered my voice, if you will. It was a good few months while it lasted, but I didn't feel it was me.

But if it's the wine that's talking, you know, I can write about virtually anything! I don't have to stick to a single topic. I can write about a plethora (I have developed an obsession with this word recently. Not sure why.) of things. Not that it really will always be wine talking, but I can pretend sometimes, right?

Before I give anybody the impression that I only drink wine, I should note that I love Coke. No, no, not the bad coke. The pop. Or soda, if you prefer. Not that Coke, or any kind of pop, is really all that great and healthy for you, but I'm sure it's much better than the other coke. I did try to stop drinking Coke one time. I went 2 weeks with nothing but water, but lets face it, water isn't fizzy and doesn't really have a flavor. I got bored. I don't like to be bored. So I gave in as a "reward", drank a Coke, and have been drinking it ever since. Maybe someday I'll really stop. But we all have our vices, right?

To try and even out my Coke obsession, I started walking. I used to hate walking. Now I find that I actually do enjoy it. Now that my son can walk, it's also a good way to tire him out before bed time. Taking him for a walk is like insurance. It has me covered in the event that he wakes during the middle of the night. If he goes for a walk before bedtime, he'll always go right back to sleep. This has proven to be true so far, anyway. A bonus perk is that he actually holds mine and my husband's hands for the entire duration of our walks, and that makes my heart flutter.

I haven't mentioned my husband yet, have I? Well, I did once. Nevermind. But yes, my husband. We'll have been together for 5 years this coming September 10th. That's half a decade and I feel that that is something to celebrate. But we've just gotten married on November 20th, 2009. We had a small, quiant wedding. We wed at the court house, had a semi-formal pizza buffet-style dinner at a high end pub with our immediate family and grandparents. After the dinner, our more distant family and friends were invited up to the pub for a night of pool and drinks. Then we went to a Comfort Inn and got a jacuzzi room and spent our night watching movies in the jacuzzi. And it was really nice. The next day, we resumed our lives as parents. We haven't gone on a honeymoon, but we imagine we still have plenty of time to take care of that. Someday we will. I'd always wanted to go to Australia for my honeymoon, until one day I discovered Pearl Resorts in Bora Bora, and have since had my heart set on that.

Really, can you blame me for often dreaming of such a place? I think not.

Does anybody want to see more pictures? I quite like pictures, and I have more fun reading a blog when I see pictures. So I'll share some pictures.

My husband and I shortly after we first started dating. I do quite miss my thin face. I think I need to get that neck exerciser that I've seen on late night infomercials.

Here's a more recent picture, taken just this past Friday at a friend's wedding after a few Sex on the Beaches, a glass of Champagne, and 3 glasses of wine. My husband had a few beers. But I don't like beer, and he was driving, so he didn't drink nearly as much. See what I mean about needing that neck exerciser?

This would be my son (aka Tubs) and I. This was also taken very recently. I was forced to cut his hair. My mom is having major surgery this coming week and said it was her last wish before surgery. And my husband really wanted it done, too. So I had to. But isn't Tubs one of the handsomest little men out there? I do think so. My teeth look brilliantly white. I am not quite sure why, but I really won't complain.

Now you may understand why I didn't want to cut his hair. Because he has GOOD hair! I don't. But I do think his new 'do looks quite becoming on him anyway.

And because who can't resist adorably squishy newborn pictures? I can't! This would Tubs on the day he was born. I had an awful birth experience which I'm sure you'll hear about someday, but this was still the best day of my life and I'd do it all over again if I had to. Because he is just that awesome.

This would be the newest addition to the family, Ozzy. He was my Mother's Day present this year! :) I'm a huge huge huge lover of all dogs, and while I am in absolute love with my husband and son, life is just not complete without a dog. Ozzy is a 2 1/2 year old Boston Terrier. He only has one eye, and yes, we adopted him that way. His story is a sad one and I'll post his story sometime in the near future, but he is now extremely loved by his family. Tubs thinks the world of him, too.

I'll end the parade of pictures with Baby A. Baby A was miscarried on May 31st, 2007. It was one of the saddest days of my entire life. Though Baby A was only with us for a short while, we had already fallen very much in love with Baby A, and we will never forget Baby A.

Alright, how's that for introductions? Good, I hope. There's much more to me and my family, of course. But that will all come in due time. I hope to have a quite successful blogs and meet lots of interesting, lovely wonderful people out there. I hope to discover new blogs, because I love reading them! I hope a great many things in this life of mine.

That being said, if you have happened to stumble across this post (and if you have read it in it's entirety, pat yourself on the back!) please feel free to introduce yourself. I do love meeting new people! Good night!