Alright. I know that I have officially joined the hundreds of thousands of women who wish they lived in a Jane Austen novel. And, in fact, I did not read a lot of Austen until recently, as I knew this is what would happen. However, I have read a few of her novels, and, I love them of course. Also, it seems to me that courtship would be so much easier if life was actually played inside a Jane Austen novel.
This is actually probably not the case, as most of the heroines seem to be confused about their relationship with said dude until said dude actually proposes, or something of the sort. They also don't quite seem to get to know each other, and there seems to be a lot of miscommunications. (I think I just summed up most of the Austen novels in that one sentence). That being the case, the men were so much more ROMANTIC than they are now. For example, who DOESN'T want to take a walk around the park arm in arm with the one you love. And, who DOESN'T want to get special love notes, and favors from the man you love? And who DOESN'T want to take a moonlight drive in a horse drawn carriage.
Mostly, I think it would be nice to get out of the whole "booty call" culture that we have going on. It seems to me that most single relationships are built around sex, and, if you are lucky enough to get into a relationship, chances are it started out of sex. At least in the small experience I have had. Boys don't want to DATE me, but the do usually want to have sex with me. Then, it gets really awkward, cause I have to tell them that it is not going to happen unless certain guidelines are met (hey, I have morals most of the time), then I sit and wait for about a day thinking that they are actually going to be different than all the other dudes, and text me or call me and still want to see me.
THEN, they don't, because SURPRISE, they are not different, they really DON'T want to date a girl with three babies, they just think she is easy. (Again, hence the title of the blog).
How much different this would be in Victorian England. They would like, hang out with me for about six weeks, then, without really discussing anything more interesting than the weather or politics, they would randomly tell me that they loved me and ask me to marry them and live in the amazing mansion they own.
DONE.
So much easier. And I am sure their marriages were very healthy as well.
Christmas blog will come, I promise, it may just take a few days. I am out of training for my job so *crosses fingers* I will hopefully be blogging more. Love you my two readers!
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Monday, December 21, 2009
Amazing Chairs
We have a test at work tomorrow that I have been studying all night for, so this post will be brief. Remember how I have raved about those chairs that I love so much? I have mentioned it about eleventy billion times, and I think there have so far been 3 posts JUST for the chair. Yeah, well, I found out each chair is around 700 dollars. I really do have the Air Jordan of chairs. AMAZING.
Now, hopefully my bum being very comfortable and my back being supported fully will help me pass this test tomorrow. If I pass I will get Wednesday off PAID. OH SNAP.
Love you all, there is nothing more that I am going to share tonight. Sorry that I am super lame. You love me though so we're cool right? cool? yeah. Ok, on that note, I do have something to share:
By the way, that was totally just an insight into my stream of thought. If you doubted that I think in musicals, now you know that I really do.
Alright, peace!
Now, hopefully my bum being very comfortable and my back being supported fully will help me pass this test tomorrow. If I pass I will get Wednesday off PAID. OH SNAP.
Love you all, there is nothing more that I am going to share tonight. Sorry that I am super lame. You love me though so we're cool right? cool? yeah. Ok, on that note, I do have something to share:
By the way, that was totally just an insight into my stream of thought. If you doubted that I think in musicals, now you know that I really do.
Alright, peace!
Saturday, December 19, 2009
My FANTABULOUS Idea
Yeah, I know, I obviously have not been blogging everyday. I think it was ridiculous of me to think that I could carry on a blog everyday, raise three children, and work full time. So, I am re-setting my goal of trying to blog every other day, or so. See how I did that? I gave myself leeway, then I won't feel bad when I DON'T blog.
Anyway, I went out with my friend Ryley again last night. We did what you young folks call "bar hopping", which, really, I have not ever done before. It was fine, other than the whole 'driving around the entire city to get to a different bar' thing. You see, we started at Ruby Tuesdays to see some of Ry's friends. We went to the Station to meet some more of her friends, then we went to downtown Lumpy's to meet her sister. What did you get out of this? That I apparently don't have friends. Anyway, that is fine, I just like to come along for the ride.
Well, we were dancing at The Station, and while that is all cool, and they are playing club music that I don't know and stuff, and I am spazzing out on the dance floor (I am such an AWEOSOME dancer. My moves are teh awesomez), I had a BRILLIANT idea. Now, you all have to promise not to steal it, because, it will make me rich and famous all at the same time, I am TELLING you.
Alright, alright...are you ready? Ok, why not make a dance club...wait for it....for BROADWAY MUSIC!!! BAM! I would call it 42nd Street, and my catchline would be "where life is a musical" WHOA, I know right? It is such a fabulous idea! And, I have documented that it was MY idea, so none of you can steal it, OR ELSE.
No, think about it, the club would be open to everyone. It would be open to boys who like girls and girls who like boys, and girls who like girls, and boys who like boys, and, girls who like boys who like boys! See, something for everyone! It would be great too, because REAL dancing would take place. There would be a little tap dancing, and some big musical numbers where everyone comes prepared with a dance. And, every other hour, I would stop the music, and give everyone a song to work on, then, after the time is up, the song would play, and everyone would perform the song they were working on.
It is seriously genius. I am going to do it! As I was dancing yesterday on the dance floor, I started to daydream of a world where this idea would work. It would be so amazing.
My dance floor would look like this all the time, and also shows how anyone coming to my club would travel. Amazing:
Promise I'll be blogging more, just been super busy with Christmas and everything. I have lots of ideas saved up, so just you wait my two followers! JUST YOU WAIT!
Anyway, I went out with my friend Ryley again last night. We did what you young folks call "bar hopping", which, really, I have not ever done before. It was fine, other than the whole 'driving around the entire city to get to a different bar' thing. You see, we started at Ruby Tuesdays to see some of Ry's friends. We went to the Station to meet some more of her friends, then we went to downtown Lumpy's to meet her sister. What did you get out of this? That I apparently don't have friends. Anyway, that is fine, I just like to come along for the ride.
Well, we were dancing at The Station, and while that is all cool, and they are playing club music that I don't know and stuff, and I am spazzing out on the dance floor (I am such an AWEOSOME dancer. My moves are teh awesomez), I had a BRILLIANT idea. Now, you all have to promise not to steal it, because, it will make me rich and famous all at the same time, I am TELLING you.
Alright, alright...are you ready? Ok, why not make a dance club...wait for it....for BROADWAY MUSIC!!! BAM! I would call it 42nd Street, and my catchline would be "where life is a musical" WHOA, I know right? It is such a fabulous idea! And, I have documented that it was MY idea, so none of you can steal it, OR ELSE.
No, think about it, the club would be open to everyone. It would be open to boys who like girls and girls who like boys, and girls who like girls, and boys who like boys, and, girls who like boys who like boys! See, something for everyone! It would be great too, because REAL dancing would take place. There would be a little tap dancing, and some big musical numbers where everyone comes prepared with a dance. And, every other hour, I would stop the music, and give everyone a song to work on, then, after the time is up, the song would play, and everyone would perform the song they were working on.
It is seriously genius. I am going to do it! As I was dancing yesterday on the dance floor, I started to daydream of a world where this idea would work. It would be so amazing.
My dance floor would look like this all the time, and also shows how anyone coming to my club would travel. Amazing:
Promise I'll be blogging more, just been super busy with Christmas and everything. I have lots of ideas saved up, so just you wait my two followers! JUST YOU WAIT!
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Wassailing
I am sorry that I did not blog for two days. I have no excuses other than laziness, and, for all of you who depend on my blog (cause I am SURE that you all do), I apologize. It seems that it is easier for me to blog when I have babies, and go to work, than when I have nothing to do all day but hang out. I don't k now why.
Today, though, something amazing happened. The doorbell rang at about 8:30 PM and no one in my house seemed to be rushing to answer it. I am actually quite lucky that I heard it. I ran to the door, wondering who on earth would be visiting us at such a late hour. IT WAS CAROLERS! I opened the door, and was greeted by a very enthusiastic young man who said "Hi! We're your neighbors! We are here to sing to you!" And that they did! I suspect it was a singles ward group, or a young mens/womens activity from the local ward. (For those of you who don't understand what I just said, it is a Utah thing, don't worry). Anyway, it was really neat, and it made me think of when I was about 19, and went out wassailing.
The only thing that was slightly sad was that I was the only one who got to enjoy the carolers! The babies were already all asleep, as they had not napped all day, and my Mom was asleep, and the brothers were doing their teenage boy things. Nevertheless, it was still quite amazing.
Yay for the Christmas season!
Today, though, something amazing happened. The doorbell rang at about 8:30 PM and no one in my house seemed to be rushing to answer it. I am actually quite lucky that I heard it. I ran to the door, wondering who on earth would be visiting us at such a late hour. IT WAS CAROLERS! I opened the door, and was greeted by a very enthusiastic young man who said "Hi! We're your neighbors! We are here to sing to you!" And that they did! I suspect it was a singles ward group, or a young mens/womens activity from the local ward. (For those of you who don't understand what I just said, it is a Utah thing, don't worry). Anyway, it was really neat, and it made me think of when I was about 19, and went out wassailing.
The only thing that was slightly sad was that I was the only one who got to enjoy the carolers! The babies were already all asleep, as they had not napped all day, and my Mom was asleep, and the brothers were doing their teenage boy things. Nevertheless, it was still quite amazing.
Yay for the Christmas season!
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Say Thank You
For those of you who are on Facebook, you have probably seen this. I actually got the link from Facebook myself, so, unfortunately, I was not the one to find it and be THAT cool. Please everyone go to www.LetsSayThanks.com . It is a website sponsored by Xerox and supports the troops overseas. Basically what you do is you pick out a card that was designed by a school age child. You can then input your name, and a message, and that card will go to a Soldier who is spending their holiday overseas. You don't need to register, and you don't need to even give your full name, but, it is a really neat thing, and only takes seconds of your time. Such a short time to possibly make someones whole day. So, yes, GO TO THE WEBSITE!!! My whole like, two readers who read this. GO. GO NOW! If you are still reading this you are not doing what I asked you to do! GO!
again, it is www.LetsSayThanks.com
again, it is www.LetsSayThanks.com
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
another shortie
This is another short blog, but, I ninja'd this from a friends facebook page. This is really funny, because it really gives you a look at the culture of Utah. It is also HI-larious.
Twilight Years from Tom on Vimeo.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Something I thought was funny
This blog will be short, and will not include a rule and a show and tell. I am sorry for this, I am super tired, and must go to bed. However, I am going to just share something I thought was really funny, because I have been told almost the same thing by a boy. I got this from little miss Cornelia Xx. It looks like a funny text she found somewhere, and it is the quote:
"I asked a girl if I could buy her a drink, she said 'I have a boyfriend'. I said 'I have a goldfish'. She said 'what?' I said 'Oh, I'm sorry, I thought we were talking about stuff that doesn't matter."
Hahaha. So true.
Muchluf!
"I asked a girl if I could buy her a drink, she said 'I have a boyfriend'. I said 'I have a goldfish'. She said 'what?' I said 'Oh, I'm sorry, I thought we were talking about stuff that doesn't matter."
Hahaha. So true.
Muchluf!
Monday, December 7, 2009
The Naughty Spot
Raising children is always quite entertaining. Now, just one child can be a lot of fun, and you get a lot of great funny family stories with which you can embarrass said child with later during their adolescence. However, when you have three children, the whole dynamic gets even funnier.
My two babies, Ender and Katalina, are only a year and two weeks apart. This is really fun sometimes, and can also be really rough sometimes. They either try to annoy one another, OR, they think it is hilarious to team up and be devious. Today was a day where they decided to work together.
Everyday I drop Severian off at school around 8:15. I generally don't even try to get dressed and ready for this drop off, because I usually just come home and change while I have more time. Today was no exception. I dropped Severian off, came home, locked the babies securely in the front room using the puppy gate, and went to my room to change. I was not gone for more than three minutes. I am not even kidding. I walked back in the room, and I found the two babies sitting in the middle of this:
Notice the two little bum marks in the middle of the mess? While it was super funny after I stopped to think of it, I was NOT amused at the moment I walked into the room. Not only had they made a HUGE mess, they had dumped out two full bags of chips. Now, I don't know about your house, but in our house, chips are like gold. Highly coveted, and rarely found (mostly because the teenage brothers get into them before anyone else gets a chance). So, I put the babies in the naughty spot. Only then did I stop to think it was funny, and decide to get a picture of both the mess, and the consequence:
Notice, Kat thinks she is funny, while Ender knows that he is in trouble. You see, Katalina thinks she pretty much has everyone wrapped around her teeny tiny baby pinkie finger. And, for the most part she does. However, I am not afraid to naughty spot her when the time comes.
And, just as a last note, as I was sitting here typing this blog Severian and Ender came into my room to let me know that Katalina was doing something she shouldn't be doing. All of my children LOVE to tattle on each other, and this was a moment where Severian was very excited. This is how the conversation went, keep in mind, he was referencing her Build a Bear bear that she has:
"Mom, Katalina is doing something with her bear that she shouldn't be doing"
"What is she doing?"
"I can't even explain it, it is so bad you have to come see"
(Severian then takes my hand and starts leading me to their room)
"Mom, you will not believe what she is doing, it will be an Adams for sure"
(I didn't really know what this meant but I just went along with it. We got into her room, and I found that her pink Build a Bear had come undone at the back, and she was pulling all the stuffing out of it. Mind you, she was also sitting completely nekid in her crib)
I said, "Katalina Adams! No no!"
"See Mom, I knew it was an Adams"
Severian has called the times when you are in so much trouble that your last name gets used an "adams". I thought that was pretty funny.
So, the rule of the day is this: Chips may be safe for your kids to eat, but if you want to keep them around, do not put them where children can reach them. They will end up all over your kitchen floor. For serious.
Show and Tell: I love super nanny.
My two babies, Ender and Katalina, are only a year and two weeks apart. This is really fun sometimes, and can also be really rough sometimes. They either try to annoy one another, OR, they think it is hilarious to team up and be devious. Today was a day where they decided to work together.
Everyday I drop Severian off at school around 8:15. I generally don't even try to get dressed and ready for this drop off, because I usually just come home and change while I have more time. Today was no exception. I dropped Severian off, came home, locked the babies securely in the front room using the puppy gate, and went to my room to change. I was not gone for more than three minutes. I am not even kidding. I walked back in the room, and I found the two babies sitting in the middle of this:
Notice the two little bum marks in the middle of the mess? While it was super funny after I stopped to think of it, I was NOT amused at the moment I walked into the room. Not only had they made a HUGE mess, they had dumped out two full bags of chips. Now, I don't know about your house, but in our house, chips are like gold. Highly coveted, and rarely found (mostly because the teenage brothers get into them before anyone else gets a chance). So, I put the babies in the naughty spot. Only then did I stop to think it was funny, and decide to get a picture of both the mess, and the consequence:
Notice, Kat thinks she is funny, while Ender knows that he is in trouble. You see, Katalina thinks she pretty much has everyone wrapped around her teeny tiny baby pinkie finger. And, for the most part she does. However, I am not afraid to naughty spot her when the time comes.
And, just as a last note, as I was sitting here typing this blog Severian and Ender came into my room to let me know that Katalina was doing something she shouldn't be doing. All of my children LOVE to tattle on each other, and this was a moment where Severian was very excited. This is how the conversation went, keep in mind, he was referencing her Build a Bear bear that she has:
"Mom, Katalina is doing something with her bear that she shouldn't be doing"
"What is she doing?"
"I can't even explain it, it is so bad you have to come see"
(Severian then takes my hand and starts leading me to their room)
"Mom, you will not believe what she is doing, it will be an Adams for sure"
(I didn't really know what this meant but I just went along with it. We got into her room, and I found that her pink Build a Bear had come undone at the back, and she was pulling all the stuffing out of it. Mind you, she was also sitting completely nekid in her crib)
I said, "Katalina Adams! No no!"
"See Mom, I knew it was an Adams"
Severian has called the times when you are in so much trouble that your last name gets used an "adams". I thought that was pretty funny.
So, the rule of the day is this: Chips may be safe for your kids to eat, but if you want to keep them around, do not put them where children can reach them. They will end up all over your kitchen floor. For serious.
Show and Tell: I love super nanny.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
I Crochet like superwoman....if superwoman were to crochet...
Today I am going to discuss The Art of Crochet. I have never really known how to do anything super special. I could sing, but I was always very shy, so I didn't flaunt the fact that I could sing. I have never been especially artistic either. I would rather dance than paint, as movement is generally where my expression lies, not in "art". In fact, when I was in High School I took a sewing class, and failed miserably. I didn't actually fail the class, I just wasn't very good at the projects that I started. My pants that I made had to be turned into shorts by the teacher because I botched them so bad.
This all changed a few months ago when my Auntie Ann was visiting. And by a few months ago, I more mean about a year ago. She was making a blanket for the impending arrival of her first grandbaby, and she was making it by crochet. Watching her, it looked relatively easy, and I expressed my interest in learning. Being a good Aunt, she went and got me a book about how to crochet, some hooks, and some yarn. I had a hard time following the book, as I learn by seeing, so I decided to youtube crochet.
EXCELLENT IDEA. I found this amazing youtube channel called "The Art of Crochet By Teresa". She teaches all the beginning stitches, as well as other projects, such as hats, scarves, granny squares, and other stitches which can be used for blankets. So far, I have made three blankets, and a myriad of hats. Voila:
This is Ryley's Blanket (which took about six months)
This is one of the many hats I have made:
BOOM!
Rule of the Day: You can learn anything on youtube. For serious.
Show and Tell: The Art Of Crochet by Teresa's youtube channel
This all changed a few months ago when my Auntie Ann was visiting. And by a few months ago, I more mean about a year ago. She was making a blanket for the impending arrival of her first grandbaby, and she was making it by crochet. Watching her, it looked relatively easy, and I expressed my interest in learning. Being a good Aunt, she went and got me a book about how to crochet, some hooks, and some yarn. I had a hard time following the book, as I learn by seeing, so I decided to youtube crochet.
EXCELLENT IDEA. I found this amazing youtube channel called "The Art of Crochet By Teresa". She teaches all the beginning stitches, as well as other projects, such as hats, scarves, granny squares, and other stitches which can be used for blankets. So far, I have made three blankets, and a myriad of hats. Voila:
This is Ryley's Blanket (which took about six months)
This is one of the many hats I have made:
BOOM!
Rule of the Day: You can learn anything on youtube. For serious.
Show and Tell: The Art Of Crochet by Teresa's youtube channel
Saturday, December 5, 2009
I Failed!
Alright, alright, alright, alright. I know. I did NOT blog yesterday. I am sorry, I failed at life. Well. At least at blogging. HOW TYPICAL of me to blog for eight days in a row and then stop. Well, sorry. HOWEVER, I DO have an explanation! All week I was stressed about the test that I had to take for work, and yesterday I took it.
I got 100% on one of the tests, and 99% on the other test. So, I passed, and I still have a job. I was so relieved that I came home and ate ice cream and watched Monk. And, I didn't blog. I am sorry. I failed you all for a night.
Obviously though, I have not failed tonight. Tonight, we decorated the Christmas Tree, this was super fun, and also super stressful. You see, decorating the Christmas tree with the kids SOUNDS like a whole lot of fun, and it really is. However, what no one talks about is how frustrating it can also be. We have a really big tree this year, which is awesome, however, that just means more to decorate.
So, we went to Ikea today to get decorations. First off, EXCELLENT idea. We got red and silver decorations for the whole tree (my Mom and I were trying to be Martha Stuart and coordinate...just...you know...without the whole "jail" part of Martha Stuart...) and it did NOT cost very much at all. The babies were super excited about decorating the tree, Severian most of all. The problem was that Severian wanted to hang all the ornaments, including the ones that went on top of the tree, which was a problem because I didn't want him to be standing on the chair trying to hang ornaments on the tree. Ender was interested in hanging ornaments, but was much more interested in making sure that he had all the ornaments that Katlina wanted, and Katalina couldn't figure out how to hang the ornaments, so, she amused herself by bowling with the bigger ones. Quite an interesting night.
In the end Severian got to hang the ornaments he wanted, just so long as his feet stayed on the floor, Ender decided that he would hang multiple ornaments on the same branch and made quite an art project out of it, and Katalina bowled a perfect score, AND I even helped her hang her ornaments. And, my Mom got to hold me by the pants so that I could stand on the chair, and hang the ornaments on the very top of the tree. I was pretty sure I was going to fall right into the tree while doing that, I did not however.
Here is the finished product:
My Mom and I took video of the night, and I will put it up later once I have downloaded everything to the computer.
And that brings me to my rule of the day: when buying ornaments, ensure that they are shatterproof until your kids are of age. And I mean about 25 years old.
Show and Tell:
I got 100% on one of the tests, and 99% on the other test. So, I passed, and I still have a job. I was so relieved that I came home and ate ice cream and watched Monk. And, I didn't blog. I am sorry. I failed you all for a night.
Obviously though, I have not failed tonight. Tonight, we decorated the Christmas Tree, this was super fun, and also super stressful. You see, decorating the Christmas tree with the kids SOUNDS like a whole lot of fun, and it really is. However, what no one talks about is how frustrating it can also be. We have a really big tree this year, which is awesome, however, that just means more to decorate.
So, we went to Ikea today to get decorations. First off, EXCELLENT idea. We got red and silver decorations for the whole tree (my Mom and I were trying to be Martha Stuart and coordinate...just...you know...without the whole "jail" part of Martha Stuart...) and it did NOT cost very much at all. The babies were super excited about decorating the tree, Severian most of all. The problem was that Severian wanted to hang all the ornaments, including the ones that went on top of the tree, which was a problem because I didn't want him to be standing on the chair trying to hang ornaments on the tree. Ender was interested in hanging ornaments, but was much more interested in making sure that he had all the ornaments that Katlina wanted, and Katalina couldn't figure out how to hang the ornaments, so, she amused herself by bowling with the bigger ones. Quite an interesting night.
In the end Severian got to hang the ornaments he wanted, just so long as his feet stayed on the floor, Ender decided that he would hang multiple ornaments on the same branch and made quite an art project out of it, and Katalina bowled a perfect score, AND I even helped her hang her ornaments. And, my Mom got to hold me by the pants so that I could stand on the chair, and hang the ornaments on the very top of the tree. I was pretty sure I was going to fall right into the tree while doing that, I did not however.
Here is the finished product:
My Mom and I took video of the night, and I will put it up later once I have downloaded everything to the computer.
And that brings me to my rule of the day: when buying ornaments, ensure that they are shatterproof until your kids are of age. And I mean about 25 years old.
Show and Tell:
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Quick, but amazing....
Alright, tomorrow I have a test that I have to pass, or I will no longer have a job. It is slightly stressful. So, this blog is going to be super short.
Remember the amazing chair? It gets better, it has an air pump in the back so that you can pump air into it and make the lower back support firmer, or you can push a squishy part of the pump to make it softer. It is seriously the Nike Air Pumps of chairs. A-MAZING.
Rule of the day: When studying for a test that could cost you your job, always do a Wendy's run before hand.
Show and Tell. I love my new job.
and, to complete:
BAM.
Remember the amazing chair? It gets better, it has an air pump in the back so that you can pump air into it and make the lower back support firmer, or you can push a squishy part of the pump to make it softer. It is seriously the Nike Air Pumps of chairs. A-MAZING.
Rule of the day: When studying for a test that could cost you your job, always do a Wendy's run before hand.
Show and Tell. I love my new job.
and, to complete:
BAM.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Degrees of Separation
Alright, this blog is going to be quick, but, it is a really cool blog. I am, officially (kinda) two degrees of separation from J.K. Rowling. How is this? Well friends, I will tell you.
Many of you know of my obsession with Twitter. And those of you who don't know of it, I have an obsession with Twitter. Now you know. Twitter is essentially just a website where you put in a statement of 160 words or less (I think that is the amount). It is basically a status update like in Facebook, and that is all you really do. Anyways, in the Twitterverse you can "follow" people. For all you Facebookers out there this basically means you "friend" them, and therefore, they can see your "status update", but they have to follow you as well in order for them to see yours. Also in the Twitterverse you may talk to people, or "comment" on their "tweets". To do this, you type in the @symbol and then their username. For instance, my username is luverbuggbaby (p.s. Kim, do you remember when you created that name for me, in our 10th grade year? Yeah. Still use it. I heart you). So, if someone wanted to say something to me they would say "@luverbuggbaby no, your hair is NOT supposed to go blue when you are trying to dye it black. You did something wrong."
Alright, now that we all understand Twitter, back to my story. So. I follow Emerson Spartz, who is pretty much the genius that created mugglenet.com. IF you don't know what mugglenet.com is, you will be begrudgingly be forgiven. If you don't know what a Muggle is, then you are no longer my friend. You will find the pink slips firing you in your mailbox tomorrow morning. No, really though, mugglenet.com is a huge Harry Potter information site. I have gone to this site since I had dial up internet, so, that will tell you how long I have been going there. It is amazing.
Anyways, I got off track, sorry. Emerson Spartz created mugglenet, and, he also has a Twitter. Well, the other day he "tweeted" (see, aren't you glad you know what that means now?) something about a trending topic that was ridiculous. I responded with "'Ear, 'ear", cause I agreed with him (inside Potter joke. If you get it, you are laughing, if you don't, read the books, then you will laugh. Promise). HE responded BACK to me with something like "'Ear, 'ear indeed". Number one, this totally made my day. Number two, I realized shortly after I got the tweet that this boy HAS MET J.K. ROWLING. Not only met with her, he got TO ASK HER QUESTIONS. How freaking cool is that? Therefore, by my own system, I have decided that I am now only two degrees of separation from J.K. herself. Amazing. You all know someone who is THAT cool. And, by extension, you are all 3 degree's away from J.K. So now we are all cool.
I am also going to talk a little bit about Emerson Spartz. This guy created mugglenet when he was super young, and has met J.K. herself. Anyone like that could easily have a big head on them. Well, this is his twitter bio: "I'm going to use my twitter to remind me to smile at strangers and compliment people". Not only that, but he does "thankful thursdays" I think, (sorry Emerson, if you end up reading this and that is wrong, I apologize), where you tweet about what you are thankful for. Anyways, from what I know, he seems like a really cool guy with a good head on his shoulders. Props to you Emerson Spartz! The world needs more people like you!
That is all for this little blog. I have to get back to studying for the test I have to take at my new job on Friday. Apparently if we fail, we get FIRED. Yeah. I am a little nervous.
Rule of the Day: Just because someone walks around in a black cape like a bat, has greasy hair, and used to be a Death Eater, does NOT mean he is a bad guy. He could be hiding an undying love for your Mother, and therefore, really is trying to save you.
Show and Tell: Since I talked about mugglenet, that is my show and tell for the day. To see Mugglenet, click here.
Alright friends. Until Tomorrow! Xx.
Many of you know of my obsession with Twitter. And those of you who don't know of it, I have an obsession with Twitter. Now you know. Twitter is essentially just a website where you put in a statement of 160 words or less (I think that is the amount). It is basically a status update like in Facebook, and that is all you really do. Anyways, in the Twitterverse you can "follow" people. For all you Facebookers out there this basically means you "friend" them, and therefore, they can see your "status update", but they have to follow you as well in order for them to see yours. Also in the Twitterverse you may talk to people, or "comment" on their "tweets". To do this, you type in the @symbol and then their username. For instance, my username is luverbuggbaby (p.s. Kim, do you remember when you created that name for me, in our 10th grade year? Yeah. Still use it. I heart you). So, if someone wanted to say something to me they would say "@luverbuggbaby no, your hair is NOT supposed to go blue when you are trying to dye it black. You did something wrong."
Alright, now that we all understand Twitter, back to my story. So. I follow Emerson Spartz, who is pretty much the genius that created mugglenet.com. IF you don't know what mugglenet.com is, you will be begrudgingly be forgiven. If you don't know what a Muggle is, then you are no longer my friend. You will find the pink slips firing you in your mailbox tomorrow morning. No, really though, mugglenet.com is a huge Harry Potter information site. I have gone to this site since I had dial up internet, so, that will tell you how long I have been going there. It is amazing.
Anyways, I got off track, sorry. Emerson Spartz created mugglenet, and, he also has a Twitter. Well, the other day he "tweeted" (see, aren't you glad you know what that means now?) something about a trending topic that was ridiculous. I responded with "'Ear, 'ear", cause I agreed with him (inside Potter joke. If you get it, you are laughing, if you don't, read the books, then you will laugh. Promise). HE responded BACK to me with something like "'Ear, 'ear indeed". Number one, this totally made my day. Number two, I realized shortly after I got the tweet that this boy HAS MET J.K. ROWLING. Not only met with her, he got TO ASK HER QUESTIONS. How freaking cool is that? Therefore, by my own system, I have decided that I am now only two degrees of separation from J.K. herself. Amazing. You all know someone who is THAT cool. And, by extension, you are all 3 degree's away from J.K. So now we are all cool.
I am also going to talk a little bit about Emerson Spartz. This guy created mugglenet when he was super young, and has met J.K. herself. Anyone like that could easily have a big head on them. Well, this is his twitter bio: "I'm going to use my twitter to remind me to smile at strangers and compliment people". Not only that, but he does "thankful thursdays" I think, (sorry Emerson, if you end up reading this and that is wrong, I apologize), where you tweet about what you are thankful for. Anyways, from what I know, he seems like a really cool guy with a good head on his shoulders. Props to you Emerson Spartz! The world needs more people like you!
That is all for this little blog. I have to get back to studying for the test I have to take at my new job on Friday. Apparently if we fail, we get FIRED. Yeah. I am a little nervous.
Rule of the Day: Just because someone walks around in a black cape like a bat, has greasy hair, and used to be a Death Eater, does NOT mean he is a bad guy. He could be hiding an undying love for your Mother, and therefore, really is trying to save you.
Show and Tell: Since I talked about mugglenet, that is my show and tell for the day. To see Mugglenet, click here.
Alright friends. Until Tomorrow! Xx.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Happy Birthday Katalina!
Today is the day my baby girl was born! Two years ago I went into the hospital pregnant. The doctor sliced my belly open and out came a baby! Her birth was actually the most traumatic birth of all my three babies. Firstly, for the obvious reason. The ex had left me when I was five months pregnant, and he wouldn't hold my hand whilst I was being sliced open. Then he took our children home with him that night, not to our home, but to the home that he was living in with the girl he left me for. Awesome.
Add to that the fact that when Katalina was born, she had water around her lungs. This is relatively common with c-section babies, but it was scary nonetheless. She had to spend 24 hours in the NICU, under an Oxygen box thing which pumped pure oxygen into her body. I guess this got rid of the fluid around her lungs.
HOWEVER, this being said, I think she is the one that I bonded the most with in the hospital. The ex didn't bring the babies a whole ton, and I was there for 4 days, and I spent most of the time just holding her. While I did that with my other babies, I had more people there all the time. With Kat, I had alot more alone time with her in the hospital, which was nice. SO, here is an Ode to Kat:
Her birthday this year was really fun. We actually celebrated on Sunday, but we got Ice Cream Cake, let her pick out a tree, and she got lots and lots of toys. Her favorites were the My Little Ponies and Barbies, because she gets to brush their hair. She also loved the shoes that I got her. They are the cute dress up ones in the picture above. She loves shoes!!! Today, I had to work, but still, Happy Birthday my sweet girl! I love you!
Rule of the Day: (stolen from Duane) On a babies birthday they are allowed to do pretty much whatever they want to (within reason).
Show and Tell for the day: Kat when she was about One and a half:
Add to that the fact that when Katalina was born, she had water around her lungs. This is relatively common with c-section babies, but it was scary nonetheless. She had to spend 24 hours in the NICU, under an Oxygen box thing which pumped pure oxygen into her body. I guess this got rid of the fluid around her lungs.
HOWEVER, this being said, I think she is the one that I bonded the most with in the hospital. The ex didn't bring the babies a whole ton, and I was there for 4 days, and I spent most of the time just holding her. While I did that with my other babies, I had more people there all the time. With Kat, I had alot more alone time with her in the hospital, which was nice. SO, here is an Ode to Kat:
Her birthday this year was really fun. We actually celebrated on Sunday, but we got Ice Cream Cake, let her pick out a tree, and she got lots and lots of toys. Her favorites were the My Little Ponies and Barbies, because she gets to brush their hair. She also loved the shoes that I got her. They are the cute dress up ones in the picture above. She loves shoes!!! Today, I had to work, but still, Happy Birthday my sweet girl! I love you!
Rule of the Day: (stolen from Duane) On a babies birthday they are allowed to do pretty much whatever they want to (within reason).
Show and Tell for the day: Kat when she was about One and a half:
Monday, November 30, 2009
Office Chair Olympics
Yesterday we went out and got a tree, and also had Katalina's birthday party. I am sure you are thinking that I am going to blog about that today, and if you are, you are absolutely.....WRONG! I actually have been a slacker and have not uploaded the pictures OR the video from last night, so, those things will have to wait until tomorrow, or the next day. Or both. Maybe I will split them up. I AM blogging everyday after all.
Today was my first day in a new job. While I could bore you with the details of how my day went (it was fantastic!) and what I learned (loads!) and what kind of policies they have (don't harass people!), I am not going to. I want to talk about one thing. How amazing the chairs were. The people who make office chairs make a variety of shapes, colors and styles. Anything to suit your personal preference or need. Having worked in an office setting for the majority of my adult life, I can assure you that I have sat in many an office chair. However, none can compare to this office chair I sat in today.
Picture this, you sit down, and all the sudden you feel like you are sitting in a fluffy cloud watching a rainbow while sipping lemonade. THAT is how this chair felt. It had a little partition in it, so your bum dipped in a little in the chair, and also your legs did too. It also felt like the inside was made of the memory foam stuff. I am sure it wasn't, but that is how it felt. It. Was. AMAZING.
Alright, so rule of the day: When working in an office, find the most amazing memory foam chair. If they don't offer them, don't work there.
Here is my share of the day: It speaks for itself:
Today was my first day in a new job. While I could bore you with the details of how my day went (it was fantastic!) and what I learned (loads!) and what kind of policies they have (don't harass people!), I am not going to. I want to talk about one thing. How amazing the chairs were. The people who make office chairs make a variety of shapes, colors and styles. Anything to suit your personal preference or need. Having worked in an office setting for the majority of my adult life, I can assure you that I have sat in many an office chair. However, none can compare to this office chair I sat in today.
Picture this, you sit down, and all the sudden you feel like you are sitting in a fluffy cloud watching a rainbow while sipping lemonade. THAT is how this chair felt. It had a little partition in it, so your bum dipped in a little in the chair, and also your legs did too. It also felt like the inside was made of the memory foam stuff. I am sure it wasn't, but that is how it felt. It. Was. AMAZING.
Alright, so rule of the day: When working in an office, find the most amazing memory foam chair. If they don't offer them, don't work there.
Here is my share of the day: It speaks for itself:
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Bar Talk. Part Two.
Yesterday I regaled all of you with stories of what I heard in the ladies bathroom at the club the other night. While this is all well and good, no bar story can be complete without random boys hitting on you. Right? Of course right! The first story is actually from a few weeks ago, but, it is so ridiculous that it has to be recounted in blog form.
That night I went out with Ry right after I had gotten off work. Because I had been at work I was slightly more trendy than I usually am, but also in a sixteen year old sort of way, as I used to work for Forever 21, the clothing store. Anyway, I also had a flower in my hair (and I will admit, it was quite cute...). So, Ryley and I were at the Station again, and we had been dancing. It gets really hot when you dance, because there are lot of people in the club, and also a lot of people crowding around. So, we decided to go outside and stand by the fire pits. Well we get outside, and there is a retro nerd dude! Now, you know how I feel about retro nerds. And this dude had the whole thing going on, button up shirt with a jacket over top, hat, and glasses. The only thing missing was suspenders and a bow tie, and that could be fixed with a little training. So anyway, he walks up to me (mind you, totally drunk), and this is the conversation we had:
Retro Nerd: Hey, I like your flower in your hair, it is cute.
Me: Oh, well thank-you, I like your hat, it is very dapper.
Retro Nerd: What does dapper mean?
(by this point I am thinking in my head, WOW STRIKE ONE, but I wanted to give him a chance to redeem himself, he was after all, totally smashed, and I was perfectly sober)
Me: Well, it means very put together, kinda like Gene Kelly.
Retro Nerd: Oh. Who is Gene Kelly.
Me: Wow. You don't know who Gene Kelly is?
Retro Nerd: (Looking around for help because he knows he is sinking) Um, no, should I?
Me: Dude. You totally just failed in flirting with me, sorry. You just struck out.
So, that is how that conversation went. He did talk to me a few times throughout the night, but I also saw him hitting on another chickybean with a flower in HER hair, so I think it was just his conversation opener. Also, he never had a chance after he didn't know what dapper meant. I guess I am elitist that way.
So, back to Friday night. For whatever reason I was actually getting eyed quite a bit. Which is weird, because I don't really ever get eyed. I think it was perhaps because I had spent more than five minutes on my hair. You see, I WANTED it to have a wave in it, but I couldn't get it to go into a wave, but it did end up being curly. Whatever. It was weird. Well, we had been outside for the same reason mentioned above, and I had seen dude eyeing me out there, however, unlike normal girls, I did not return his gaze. I just gazed awkwardly away, and gave a fleeting half-smile. See, at a club like that the "eyeing" is not a "hey, you kinda look cute, I would like to grab a cup of coffee and get to know you". The "eyeing" is a "Hey baby, I want to dance sexy with you and then take you to the hotel across the street, put on some R&B music and get it on" type eyeing. I am just not that kinda girl. Also, I am a TERRIBLE, TERRIBLE flirt. My idea of flirting is sitting awkwardly together while I occasionally talk too loud and spill the drink on the table all over myself. It is certainly not giving someone smoldering looks and promises with my eyes. I am just not that put together. Anyway, Ry and I had been outside, and we walked back in, and dude came running up to me, which, props for him for following me in. This is how it went:
Dude: Hi, may I buy you a drink?
(Now, I don't usually accept drinks. Well, lets face it, I don't usually get asked to have drinks bought for me)
Me: Oh, I am sorry, but I am done drinking tonight.
Ryley: Let the boy buy you a drink! You haven't had a lot!
Me: But I thought I was done drinking?
Ryley: YOU HAVE HAD 2 DRINKS, you are fine.
Me: Ok, you may buy me a drink.
(dude and I walk over to the bar)
Dude: What would you like.
Me: Cranberry and Vodka?
Dude: Really?
Me: Oh, I am not usually bought drinks, am I not supposed to ask for that?
Dude: No you can ask for whatever you want, it is your drink....
Me: Ok. Well. Can I have a Cranberry and Vodka?
(Dude orders. We endure a slightly awkward silence)
Dude: I have to admit, I saw you dancing earlier, and it was quite sexy.
Me: Oh, well thank you. I thought I danced kinda spastically, so it is good to know that it is actually sexy.
Dude: Uh. Yeah! It is!
(awkward silence)
Me: Sorry, I am not good at this, I am pretty awkward in flirting situations.
Dude: It's fine. Wanna dance?
Ok, I have to pause right here, because I usually have a rule at the bar. I do not dance with anyone. I don't let boys dance up on me, that is NOT fun for me. The only boy who would be allowed to dance with me is one who came up and would start doing a modern dance routine to "I Kissed a Girl and I Liked It" because that is SO what I would do. Alright, that being said, having let this boy buy me a drink, I felt like I was obligated to dance with him. *sigh*.
Me: Um. Ok, I think my friends are out there, lets go dance with them.
Dude: Ok sweet.
(we both walk over to the dance floor, I see Ryley and Megan and I walk straight to their group and start non-commitally dancing with the group. Dude comes up and starts to dance with me, then gestures me out further into the middle of the dance floor away from my friends. I am sure he wanted me to be all grindy grind up against him, but I JUST DON'T DANCE THAT WAY. If you want romance, do a freaking tango with me).
Dude: (realizing that I am not your regular skin bar girl) Um, this is my dance (proceeds to do some random dance, which was kinda cute cause it was an ice breaker)
Me: Oh that was nice, do you want to see my signature move?
Dude: (eyes lighting up cause he apparently thinks it is something sexy) Yes! I do!
Me: OK, you ready? It is called "The Pantomime" ( then do my signature move, which is something I made up in High School when I won first place in the state with my pantomime routine. Yeah that's right, I am a world class mime. Take that. Anyways, it consists of making yourself a box, and then sticking your head outside of the line of the box you just made. I made it up to make fun of all the other mimers who were not as good as me......haha)
Dude: Oh. Oh that's, haha, that's fun! (obviously he didn't think it was fun)
Me: (looking around as I had lost Ryley) Oh, where did my friends go?
Dude: Do you want to go find them?
Me: Yes
Dude: Ok, have a nice night.
Me: Thanks for the drink
(exit left)
So, yes. That was my most recent "flirting" experience. As you can see, I am not your average girl at a skin bar. Once again, I would rather be at a piano bar any day, but, it is fine, I like dancing too. I just don't like getting hit on. I am not in it for "the fun of the night". One of my favorite lines is having someone say something like "Your cute. Want to make out?" and me saying "Oh, well thanks. I have three kids at home. Still wanna make out?". Yes. I have had that exact conversation before. They don't ever want to make out after that. I have no clue as to why..... *sigh* I am never going to get married again am I?
Ok, time for the rule of the day! This is actually a recently learned rule: Never let a boy buy you a drink. It just means you have to awkwardly dance with him later.
Alright, and time for my Show and Tell. Now. I am not one to dance sexy. However, I will one day learn this dance with someone, and somehow randomly perform it in a dance bar. NOT. EVEN. JOKING.
Also, we know I love them, so, I am going to have another Show and Tell. Boys. Evan. Ryan. Please come buy me a drink. Or, I will buy you one. I am not picky. It could even be soda. Or hot chocolate. Or water. I promise lots of awkward conversations about musicals. You CAN'T pass that up.
Ah. You know how I feel about boys in suspenders.....I love them....you know, just in case you didn't know how I felt.....
Ok folks. Until tomorrow! Xx
That night I went out with Ry right after I had gotten off work. Because I had been at work I was slightly more trendy than I usually am, but also in a sixteen year old sort of way, as I used to work for Forever 21, the clothing store. Anyway, I also had a flower in my hair (and I will admit, it was quite cute...). So, Ryley and I were at the Station again, and we had been dancing. It gets really hot when you dance, because there are lot of people in the club, and also a lot of people crowding around. So, we decided to go outside and stand by the fire pits. Well we get outside, and there is a retro nerd dude! Now, you know how I feel about retro nerds. And this dude had the whole thing going on, button up shirt with a jacket over top, hat, and glasses. The only thing missing was suspenders and a bow tie, and that could be fixed with a little training. So anyway, he walks up to me (mind you, totally drunk), and this is the conversation we had:
Retro Nerd: Hey, I like your flower in your hair, it is cute.
Me: Oh, well thank-you, I like your hat, it is very dapper.
Retro Nerd: What does dapper mean?
(by this point I am thinking in my head, WOW STRIKE ONE, but I wanted to give him a chance to redeem himself, he was after all, totally smashed, and I was perfectly sober)
Me: Well, it means very put together, kinda like Gene Kelly.
Retro Nerd: Oh. Who is Gene Kelly.
Me: Wow. You don't know who Gene Kelly is?
Retro Nerd: (Looking around for help because he knows he is sinking) Um, no, should I?
Me: Dude. You totally just failed in flirting with me, sorry. You just struck out.
So, that is how that conversation went. He did talk to me a few times throughout the night, but I also saw him hitting on another chickybean with a flower in HER hair, so I think it was just his conversation opener. Also, he never had a chance after he didn't know what dapper meant. I guess I am elitist that way.
So, back to Friday night. For whatever reason I was actually getting eyed quite a bit. Which is weird, because I don't really ever get eyed. I think it was perhaps because I had spent more than five minutes on my hair. You see, I WANTED it to have a wave in it, but I couldn't get it to go into a wave, but it did end up being curly. Whatever. It was weird. Well, we had been outside for the same reason mentioned above, and I had seen dude eyeing me out there, however, unlike normal girls, I did not return his gaze. I just gazed awkwardly away, and gave a fleeting half-smile. See, at a club like that the "eyeing" is not a "hey, you kinda look cute, I would like to grab a cup of coffee and get to know you". The "eyeing" is a "Hey baby, I want to dance sexy with you and then take you to the hotel across the street, put on some R&B music and get it on" type eyeing. I am just not that kinda girl. Also, I am a TERRIBLE, TERRIBLE flirt. My idea of flirting is sitting awkwardly together while I occasionally talk too loud and spill the drink on the table all over myself. It is certainly not giving someone smoldering looks and promises with my eyes. I am just not that put together. Anyway, Ry and I had been outside, and we walked back in, and dude came running up to me, which, props for him for following me in. This is how it went:
Dude: Hi, may I buy you a drink?
(Now, I don't usually accept drinks. Well, lets face it, I don't usually get asked to have drinks bought for me)
Me: Oh, I am sorry, but I am done drinking tonight.
Ryley: Let the boy buy you a drink! You haven't had a lot!
Me: But I thought I was done drinking?
Ryley: YOU HAVE HAD 2 DRINKS, you are fine.
Me: Ok, you may buy me a drink.
(dude and I walk over to the bar)
Dude: What would you like.
Me: Cranberry and Vodka?
Dude: Really?
Me: Oh, I am not usually bought drinks, am I not supposed to ask for that?
Dude: No you can ask for whatever you want, it is your drink....
Me: Ok. Well. Can I have a Cranberry and Vodka?
(Dude orders. We endure a slightly awkward silence)
Dude: I have to admit, I saw you dancing earlier, and it was quite sexy.
Me: Oh, well thank you. I thought I danced kinda spastically, so it is good to know that it is actually sexy.
Dude: Uh. Yeah! It is!
(awkward silence)
Me: Sorry, I am not good at this, I am pretty awkward in flirting situations.
Dude: It's fine. Wanna dance?
Ok, I have to pause right here, because I usually have a rule at the bar. I do not dance with anyone. I don't let boys dance up on me, that is NOT fun for me. The only boy who would be allowed to dance with me is one who came up and would start doing a modern dance routine to "I Kissed a Girl and I Liked It" because that is SO what I would do. Alright, that being said, having let this boy buy me a drink, I felt like I was obligated to dance with him. *sigh*.
Me: Um. Ok, I think my friends are out there, lets go dance with them.
Dude: Ok sweet.
(we both walk over to the dance floor, I see Ryley and Megan and I walk straight to their group and start non-commitally dancing with the group. Dude comes up and starts to dance with me, then gestures me out further into the middle of the dance floor away from my friends. I am sure he wanted me to be all grindy grind up against him, but I JUST DON'T DANCE THAT WAY. If you want romance, do a freaking tango with me).
Dude: (realizing that I am not your regular skin bar girl) Um, this is my dance (proceeds to do some random dance, which was kinda cute cause it was an ice breaker)
Me: Oh that was nice, do you want to see my signature move?
Dude: (eyes lighting up cause he apparently thinks it is something sexy) Yes! I do!
Me: OK, you ready? It is called "The Pantomime" ( then do my signature move, which is something I made up in High School when I won first place in the state with my pantomime routine. Yeah that's right, I am a world class mime. Take that. Anyways, it consists of making yourself a box, and then sticking your head outside of the line of the box you just made. I made it up to make fun of all the other mimers who were not as good as me......haha)
Dude: Oh. Oh that's, haha, that's fun! (obviously he didn't think it was fun)
Me: (looking around as I had lost Ryley) Oh, where did my friends go?
Dude: Do you want to go find them?
Me: Yes
Dude: Ok, have a nice night.
Me: Thanks for the drink
(exit left)
So, yes. That was my most recent "flirting" experience. As you can see, I am not your average girl at a skin bar. Once again, I would rather be at a piano bar any day, but, it is fine, I like dancing too. I just don't like getting hit on. I am not in it for "the fun of the night". One of my favorite lines is having someone say something like "Your cute. Want to make out?" and me saying "Oh, well thanks. I have three kids at home. Still wanna make out?". Yes. I have had that exact conversation before. They don't ever want to make out after that. I have no clue as to why..... *sigh* I am never going to get married again am I?
Ok, time for the rule of the day! This is actually a recently learned rule: Never let a boy buy you a drink. It just means you have to awkwardly dance with him later.
Alright, and time for my Show and Tell. Now. I am not one to dance sexy. However, I will one day learn this dance with someone, and somehow randomly perform it in a dance bar. NOT. EVEN. JOKING.
Also, we know I love them, so, I am going to have another Show and Tell. Boys. Evan. Ryan. Please come buy me a drink. Or, I will buy you one. I am not picky. It could even be soda. Or hot chocolate. Or water. I promise lots of awkward conversations about musicals. You CAN'T pass that up.
Ah. You know how I feel about boys in suspenders.....I love them....you know, just in case you didn't know how I felt.....
Ok folks. Until tomorrow! Xx
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Bar Talk. Part One.
Picture this...a dark setting, hip hop/club music playing, a lit up dance floor, and any kind of drink you can get. Yeah, that's right. Ryley and I went to Club Allure yesterday. Now, I didn't used to like Club Allure (previously Sandy Station). It is not my scene. My scene is a nice piano bar with lots of retro nerds with glasses and suspenders on. My scene is not a dance club with drunk jocks hanging around hitting on equally drunk girls who are scantily clad. That being said, I have become accustomed to the Station. I like dancing, and Ryley can occasionally lure me there for Karaoke night, which I have fun doing.
Since I start a new job on Monday, we decided to go out last night for one last hurrah, as I will be working late most every Friday night from now on. Our "Hurrahs" are not really that neat, as they consist mainly of dancing till we drop, and maybe two drinks. Well, as the night goes on I always think it is funny to listen in to other peoples conversations. Since it is a dance club, you can't really hear other peoples conversations, however, the conversations I heard in ladies room last night took the cake. Here is one:
Random Girl: "Oh. My. God. My bra keeps showing!" (turns to look at other girl whom she does not know) "Sorry".
Other Random Girl: "No your totally fine, I hate it when that happens"
Random Girl: "I know! I mean, like, it can be fine if your bra is showing you know, like, that can be hot, but my bra is white, and I am wearing black, so like, that totally doesn't look good, it just looks trashy."
Other Random Girl: "Yeah I know what you mean, like, I agree, a bra showing can be hot but it has got to match your outfit".
(exit girls)
Ok, I am not very adept at the dating scene. I have never been one of "those" girls that knows how to do my hair, looks amazing in whatever she puts on, etc etc etc. So, I was able to pick up a few tips from this conversation. Apparently, it is NOT trashy if your bra is showing, as long as your bra is the same color as your outfit. In fact, it is hot if that is the case. But, it is totally trashy if your bra is white and does not match your outfit, and it is showing. Don't worry, I wrote it down in my "dating notebook" I keep with me at all times, just for these little gems.
That was the first conversation I heard in the ladies room. The second conversation was actually only part of a conversation, because a chickybean was talking on her cell phone. Quite obviously drunk. Mind you, she was also talking on the cell phone whilst GOING TO THE BATHROOM. A little much I feel, but it was a funny conversation nonetheless:
Chickybean on the cell phone: "So yeah, I said, if you could just PLEASE be a friend and come with me, and see this band with me that I genuinely love, and he WOULDN'T! He F***** wouldn't because they wouldn't let him bring his gun in! And I was like, so you would rather sit outside and clean YOUR GUN than leave the F***** gun in the car, and he said 'they are taking away my constitutional right to carry a weapon and I don't want to give my business to anyone who takes away my constitutional rights'" (chickybean pauses while she listens to whomever she was talking to) "I know right! It is the establishments CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHT to say who they want to come in, and if they don't want someone to come in with a gun, then it is their right to say that he can't come in! So yeah, I was so mad at him, I mean, why can't he just be a friend. And he left, and I have to go get my stuff from him now because he had my purse and my Jacket."
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WHAT KIND OF PEOPLE DOES THIS CHICK HANG OUT WITH?! Seriously, what kind of person really, really thinks that in this day and age they are going to be allowed to carry a gun into a dance bar? Do they think a gang fight is going to take place? For. Serious. I was a little bit amazed, and also slightly frightened. See, cute little retro nerds don't try to take guns into piano bars.
Now, other stuff happened at the bar yesterday, but this post is already getting a bit long, and, since I am blogging everyday, y'all will have to come back for the next installment of my night last night. Don't worry, I promise it will be worth it.
So, my rule of the day is this: When picking out undergarments to wear under your club clothes, ensure that they coordinate well with your outfit, so as not to look terribly trashy.
Here is my show n tell of the day: Ok, so I love Twilight, but I think I may love this dude too.
Be careful, it has some swear words in it. And really, I think this video is made funnier just by the accent. Nevertheless, I love Alex whoever he is. Please come marry me. I promise, I am not scary, I only have three kids, that's cool right?
Since I start a new job on Monday, we decided to go out last night for one last hurrah, as I will be working late most every Friday night from now on. Our "Hurrahs" are not really that neat, as they consist mainly of dancing till we drop, and maybe two drinks. Well, as the night goes on I always think it is funny to listen in to other peoples conversations. Since it is a dance club, you can't really hear other peoples conversations, however, the conversations I heard in ladies room last night took the cake. Here is one:
Random Girl: "Oh. My. God. My bra keeps showing!" (turns to look at other girl whom she does not know) "Sorry".
Other Random Girl: "No your totally fine, I hate it when that happens"
Random Girl: "I know! I mean, like, it can be fine if your bra is showing you know, like, that can be hot, but my bra is white, and I am wearing black, so like, that totally doesn't look good, it just looks trashy."
Other Random Girl: "Yeah I know what you mean, like, I agree, a bra showing can be hot but it has got to match your outfit".
(exit girls)
Ok, I am not very adept at the dating scene. I have never been one of "those" girls that knows how to do my hair, looks amazing in whatever she puts on, etc etc etc. So, I was able to pick up a few tips from this conversation. Apparently, it is NOT trashy if your bra is showing, as long as your bra is the same color as your outfit. In fact, it is hot if that is the case. But, it is totally trashy if your bra is white and does not match your outfit, and it is showing. Don't worry, I wrote it down in my "dating notebook" I keep with me at all times, just for these little gems.
That was the first conversation I heard in the ladies room. The second conversation was actually only part of a conversation, because a chickybean was talking on her cell phone. Quite obviously drunk. Mind you, she was also talking on the cell phone whilst GOING TO THE BATHROOM. A little much I feel, but it was a funny conversation nonetheless:
Chickybean on the cell phone: "So yeah, I said, if you could just PLEASE be a friend and come with me, and see this band with me that I genuinely love, and he WOULDN'T! He F***** wouldn't because they wouldn't let him bring his gun in! And I was like, so you would rather sit outside and clean YOUR GUN than leave the F***** gun in the car, and he said 'they are taking away my constitutional right to carry a weapon and I don't want to give my business to anyone who takes away my constitutional rights'" (chickybean pauses while she listens to whomever she was talking to) "I know right! It is the establishments CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHT to say who they want to come in, and if they don't want someone to come in with a gun, then it is their right to say that he can't come in! So yeah, I was so mad at him, I mean, why can't he just be a friend. And he left, and I have to go get my stuff from him now because he had my purse and my Jacket."
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WHAT KIND OF PEOPLE DOES THIS CHICK HANG OUT WITH?! Seriously, what kind of person really, really thinks that in this day and age they are going to be allowed to carry a gun into a dance bar? Do they think a gang fight is going to take place? For. Serious. I was a little bit amazed, and also slightly frightened. See, cute little retro nerds don't try to take guns into piano bars.
Now, other stuff happened at the bar yesterday, but this post is already getting a bit long, and, since I am blogging everyday, y'all will have to come back for the next installment of my night last night. Don't worry, I promise it will be worth it.
So, my rule of the day is this: When picking out undergarments to wear under your club clothes, ensure that they coordinate well with your outfit, so as not to look terribly trashy.
Here is my show n tell of the day: Ok, so I love Twilight, but I think I may love this dude too.
Be careful, it has some swear words in it. And really, I think this video is made funnier just by the accent. Nevertheless, I love Alex whoever he is. Please come marry me. I promise, I am not scary, I only have three kids, that's cool right?
Friday, November 27, 2009
Thanksgiving Thighs, Black Friday Eyes...
Wow, look at this. Two days in a row! Since yesterday was Thanksgiving, it is actually pretty easy for me to do my second blog because I get to just talk about Thanksgiving, and Black Friday. I am also kind-of lazy and intentionally planned the start of my blog this way.
Like many Americans, yesterday I celebrated the traditional Thanksgiving Day feast with my family. However, unlike many mothers, I did not get to have my children at the Thanksgiving Table with me. Due to the divorce, we had an agreement where we switch holidays every other year. I had the kids for Thanksgiving last year, therefore, he had the babies this year for Thanksgiving. I always hate this because it was the one thing I never ever wanted for my children. I don't like to feel as though they are shuffled between houses, let alone not being able to spend a holiday with one of the parents. Anyway, that being said, we managed to make the morning of Thanksgiving fun for them.
A little background first. Last weekend my Mom and I took the babies to the new WinCo store to go shopping for the upcoming Thanksgiving feast. Firstly, WinCo is amazing because everything is so cheap. We got a 25 pound turkey for 9.00, I am not EVEN kidding. So, we went shopping, and we got a TON of food. When we got home and were unpacking it all my oldest, Severian, was very excited, and started talking about all the things he wanted his Grandma to make for him on Thanksgiving. I had to very gently tell him that he was going to be at his daddy's house on Thanksgiving, but that Daddy would make him all the things he wanted. He promptly started crying and proclaimed that no one has as much food as Grandma did, and he did not want to go to anyone else's house! To make the day a little easier for him my Mom and I decided to do a Thanksgiving Breakfast with the babies, which were full of delectable treats.
Bright and early on Thanksgiving morning the babies woke up and my mom had fixed a breakfast of Turkey Bacon, Pancakes, Muffins, Toast, and Cinnamon Rolls. We turned on the t.v and watched the Thanksgiving Day parade together, and then I took the babies to their Dad's house. This turned out to be very nice, because I still felt like I had a meal with the babies, but, they were also not underfoot for the big meal preparation going on at my Mom's.
Once I got home I helped my Mom a little bit, and then got dressed up. I feel it is necessary to dress up for holidays, because really, when do you get the chance to get all dolled up on a regular basis? YOU DON'T, which is why you should always take advantage of a ready made holiday to get dressed up. Anyway, my Mom generally is the one who makes dinner on Thanksgiving, and I am very lucky that she does, because she is a great cook. I am also very lucky because I have grandparents that come to Thanksgiving, something I know a lot of people my age don't have. Really, our Thanksgivings are like everyone's. Food, fun, perhaps a crazy relative or two. The only thing this year was Thanksgiving seemed a bit off because we did not have my babies around to make funny comments. Here are some pictures of the event:
My Dad carving the Turkey:
Me and my Grandma and Grandpa (my mom's parents)
Me and my Grandma (my dad's mom)
My plate. I ate it all. Snap!
Everyone getting something to eat:
Needless to say, after the event I slept for 11 hours. I am not even joking.
Now, I did venture out a little bit for Black Friday, however, I am not one of the crazy people that were standing in line for Toys R Us, or Best Buy, or Walmart. I did the early morning thing last year, and while it was super cool, and I saved a lot, I didn't want to do it this year. Also, Black Friday for me has never really been to shop for Christmas, as I have two kids who have birthdays between Black Friday and Christmas. The third baby had his birthday two weeks ago. I am such a great baby birthday planner. Today, I woke up and got ready, then ventured out to do some shopping around noon with my Mom. The first place we went was Kohls. Now, I am a fan of Kohls because the outfit I am currently wearing is from there, and the whole thing only cost me $30.00. HOWEVER, they do not have much in the way of toys, and the stuff they had was more expensive than a regular day at Walmart. So, we went to Walmart. Surprisingly it was not super crazy there, until we got to the toy department. Here, it was a war zone. I half expected a Walmart worker to be standing right outside the toy department, hand me an Uzi, a helmet, and a shopping cart, and throw me into the fray with a pat on the back and a "good luck".
No really, it wasn't terrible, but there were a lot of people trying to navigate the bulky carts through the smallish aisles. Also, there were some quite rude people. Could someone tell me, please, why the spirit of charity, giving, and peace is completely thrown out the door once someone steps inside a shopping center? There was one lady who completely ran into my mom with her shopping cart, and didn't say, sorry, didn't say, "Oh my word are you ok?". No no, she said "Oops". OOOPS? Are you kidding me? Oops is what you say when you run your cart into the wall because you are not paying attention. Oops is not what you say when you run into a person. Baffling. All in all, I got Katalina all her birthday presents, and I got Severian all his birthday presents. And I even took my mom to lunch afterwards. It turned out to be a good day.
Now for the rule of the day! Wewt. See, I didn't forget, I told you I would always do one! My rule today is this: Anyday can be a Holiday if you make it one. Cheesy I know, but true nonetheless.
I am also excited for my show and tell of the day. I made these cookies for Thanksgiving, and they were excellent:
The recipe was really easy to make, and, seriously, they are sooooo good. You can find the recipe at a cute little blog here. Also, this lady is amazingly talented, take a look at some of her other blogs. She sewed herself a dress for goodness sake. A DRESS. HERSELF. wow.
Like many Americans, yesterday I celebrated the traditional Thanksgiving Day feast with my family. However, unlike many mothers, I did not get to have my children at the Thanksgiving Table with me. Due to the divorce, we had an agreement where we switch holidays every other year. I had the kids for Thanksgiving last year, therefore, he had the babies this year for Thanksgiving. I always hate this because it was the one thing I never ever wanted for my children. I don't like to feel as though they are shuffled between houses, let alone not being able to spend a holiday with one of the parents. Anyway, that being said, we managed to make the morning of Thanksgiving fun for them.
A little background first. Last weekend my Mom and I took the babies to the new WinCo store to go shopping for the upcoming Thanksgiving feast. Firstly, WinCo is amazing because everything is so cheap. We got a 25 pound turkey for 9.00, I am not EVEN kidding. So, we went shopping, and we got a TON of food. When we got home and were unpacking it all my oldest, Severian, was very excited, and started talking about all the things he wanted his Grandma to make for him on Thanksgiving. I had to very gently tell him that he was going to be at his daddy's house on Thanksgiving, but that Daddy would make him all the things he wanted. He promptly started crying and proclaimed that no one has as much food as Grandma did, and he did not want to go to anyone else's house! To make the day a little easier for him my Mom and I decided to do a Thanksgiving Breakfast with the babies, which were full of delectable treats.
Bright and early on Thanksgiving morning the babies woke up and my mom had fixed a breakfast of Turkey Bacon, Pancakes, Muffins, Toast, and Cinnamon Rolls. We turned on the t.v and watched the Thanksgiving Day parade together, and then I took the babies to their Dad's house. This turned out to be very nice, because I still felt like I had a meal with the babies, but, they were also not underfoot for the big meal preparation going on at my Mom's.
Once I got home I helped my Mom a little bit, and then got dressed up. I feel it is necessary to dress up for holidays, because really, when do you get the chance to get all dolled up on a regular basis? YOU DON'T, which is why you should always take advantage of a ready made holiday to get dressed up. Anyway, my Mom generally is the one who makes dinner on Thanksgiving, and I am very lucky that she does, because she is a great cook. I am also very lucky because I have grandparents that come to Thanksgiving, something I know a lot of people my age don't have. Really, our Thanksgivings are like everyone's. Food, fun, perhaps a crazy relative or two. The only thing this year was Thanksgiving seemed a bit off because we did not have my babies around to make funny comments. Here are some pictures of the event:
My Dad carving the Turkey:
Me and my Grandma and Grandpa (my mom's parents)
Me and my Grandma (my dad's mom)
My plate. I ate it all. Snap!
Everyone getting something to eat:
Needless to say, after the event I slept for 11 hours. I am not even joking.
Now, I did venture out a little bit for Black Friday, however, I am not one of the crazy people that were standing in line for Toys R Us, or Best Buy, or Walmart. I did the early morning thing last year, and while it was super cool, and I saved a lot, I didn't want to do it this year. Also, Black Friday for me has never really been to shop for Christmas, as I have two kids who have birthdays between Black Friday and Christmas. The third baby had his birthday two weeks ago. I am such a great baby birthday planner. Today, I woke up and got ready, then ventured out to do some shopping around noon with my Mom. The first place we went was Kohls. Now, I am a fan of Kohls because the outfit I am currently wearing is from there, and the whole thing only cost me $30.00. HOWEVER, they do not have much in the way of toys, and the stuff they had was more expensive than a regular day at Walmart. So, we went to Walmart. Surprisingly it was not super crazy there, until we got to the toy department. Here, it was a war zone. I half expected a Walmart worker to be standing right outside the toy department, hand me an Uzi, a helmet, and a shopping cart, and throw me into the fray with a pat on the back and a "good luck".
No really, it wasn't terrible, but there were a lot of people trying to navigate the bulky carts through the smallish aisles. Also, there were some quite rude people. Could someone tell me, please, why the spirit of charity, giving, and peace is completely thrown out the door once someone steps inside a shopping center? There was one lady who completely ran into my mom with her shopping cart, and didn't say, sorry, didn't say, "Oh my word are you ok?". No no, she said "Oops". OOOPS? Are you kidding me? Oops is what you say when you run your cart into the wall because you are not paying attention. Oops is not what you say when you run into a person. Baffling. All in all, I got Katalina all her birthday presents, and I got Severian all his birthday presents. And I even took my mom to lunch afterwards. It turned out to be a good day.
Now for the rule of the day! Wewt. See, I didn't forget, I told you I would always do one! My rule today is this: Anyday can be a Holiday if you make it one. Cheesy I know, but true nonetheless.
I am also excited for my show and tell of the day. I made these cookies for Thanksgiving, and they were excellent:
The recipe was really easy to make, and, seriously, they are sooooo good. You can find the recipe at a cute little blog here. Also, this lady is amazingly talented, take a look at some of her other blogs. She sewed herself a dress for goodness sake. A DRESS. HERSELF. wow.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Single Moms are Easy?
What's that you say? Why is the title of this crazy chic's blog "Single Moms are Easy?". Well my friend. I will tell you! First, for a little background. I am a single Mommy, with three kids, ages 6, 3 and 2. I have been single for about two and a half years, when my ex-husband left (while I was pregnant no less). Since then, I have been raising my three kids, and have recently moved back in with my Mom for a little extra help while I work and go to school.
That being said, I am also a young(ish) 27 years old. Upon becoming single, I found that there was a whole world unbeknownst to me. It was called "The Dating World". It felt like an uncharted territory that I had yet to explore. It was also full of strange signals, innuendos, and un-classified relationships. You see, I had never really "dated". I met my ex-husband. We fell in love. I moved in. We got married. We had babies. It was pretty cut and dry, and therefore, I had never experienced what dating life was about. In the past two years, I have run across many interesting dating situations. However, I went on a date rather recently that really had me quite baffled for days.
The date started out really well. The boy, we shall call him "Bob", took me out to a nice restaurant for brunch. This was actually our second date, and we were getting along well. I have never been one to be subtle, and I had let him know that I was not in it to be a NCMO (or, Non-Committal-Make-Out), and he had asked me out on a second date, so, you know. Whatever. Bob is younger than me, he is 22, so, the topic of single mothers came up. And I think I said something like "Your younger, why do you want to take a single mom out?" and his response was "Well, I actually like to date single moms, because single moms are easy." He then looked at me for a minute and said "Except you. Your not easy."
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I WAS FLABBERGASTED! What?! Is this true? ARE single moms easy? I would have to disagree on this one, however, it is very hard, and very lonely to be single. So, I can understand that girls would look for attention by running into the arms (or the bed) of some dude. However, I have to believe this is a bit of a stereotype....I hope.
In my experience, quality guys are few and far between when you have children. Many boys just stop talking to me after I tell them I have three kids. And, the general consensus amongst boys seems to be that single moms ARE easy. I mean, can someone tell me where the "Easy" sign is attached so that I can take it off? Please?
So, that is where this blog comes in. I have met many a young single mom, and we all have our stories to share. So, since it is quite cathartic for me to write, I am setting myself a goal. I will try to write a blog every day for a year, chronicling my life as a single mother. They may not always be long. They may not always be about dating. They may not always be interesting. However, there are a lot of young single parents out there, and I think that we are a group which is looked over, or misjudged. This is just my way of sharing how life is for one of us.
In each blog I am going to write a "rule of the day". These will be my personal dating or child rearing rules, which, are generally quite quirky. I am also going to have a "Show and Tell" for the day. This will be anything from a song I like, to a recipe, to a picture. Whatever I feel like sharing. It is my blog after all.
So. Here it goes....
RULE OF THE DAY: For me, it is always important to be honest when dealing with potential dates. Therefore, my number 1 rule is that I always tell the boy that I have three babies before the first date. I don't wait to spring that information on them because if they don't want to take me out on one date once they find out I have children, I don't want to date them anyway.
Here is my first SHOW AND TELL (wewt!): There is a British singer that I absolutely love, her name is Paloma Faith, and this is my favorite song of hers:
Well kids, catch ya tomorrow!
xx
That being said, I am also a young(ish) 27 years old. Upon becoming single, I found that there was a whole world unbeknownst to me. It was called "The Dating World". It felt like an uncharted territory that I had yet to explore. It was also full of strange signals, innuendos, and un-classified relationships. You see, I had never really "dated". I met my ex-husband. We fell in love. I moved in. We got married. We had babies. It was pretty cut and dry, and therefore, I had never experienced what dating life was about. In the past two years, I have run across many interesting dating situations. However, I went on a date rather recently that really had me quite baffled for days.
The date started out really well. The boy, we shall call him "Bob", took me out to a nice restaurant for brunch. This was actually our second date, and we were getting along well. I have never been one to be subtle, and I had let him know that I was not in it to be a NCMO (or, Non-Committal-Make-Out), and he had asked me out on a second date, so, you know. Whatever. Bob is younger than me, he is 22, so, the topic of single mothers came up. And I think I said something like "Your younger, why do you want to take a single mom out?" and his response was "Well, I actually like to date single moms, because single moms are easy." He then looked at me for a minute and said "Except you. Your not easy."
.......
I WAS FLABBERGASTED! What?! Is this true? ARE single moms easy? I would have to disagree on this one, however, it is very hard, and very lonely to be single. So, I can understand that girls would look for attention by running into the arms (or the bed) of some dude. However, I have to believe this is a bit of a stereotype....I hope.
In my experience, quality guys are few and far between when you have children. Many boys just stop talking to me after I tell them I have three kids. And, the general consensus amongst boys seems to be that single moms ARE easy. I mean, can someone tell me where the "Easy" sign is attached so that I can take it off? Please?
So, that is where this blog comes in. I have met many a young single mom, and we all have our stories to share. So, since it is quite cathartic for me to write, I am setting myself a goal. I will try to write a blog every day for a year, chronicling my life as a single mother. They may not always be long. They may not always be about dating. They may not always be interesting. However, there are a lot of young single parents out there, and I think that we are a group which is looked over, or misjudged. This is just my way of sharing how life is for one of us.
In each blog I am going to write a "rule of the day". These will be my personal dating or child rearing rules, which, are generally quite quirky. I am also going to have a "Show and Tell" for the day. This will be anything from a song I like, to a recipe, to a picture. Whatever I feel like sharing. It is my blog after all.
So. Here it goes....
RULE OF THE DAY: For me, it is always important to be honest when dealing with potential dates. Therefore, my number 1 rule is that I always tell the boy that I have three babies before the first date. I don't wait to spring that information on them because if they don't want to take me out on one date once they find out I have children, I don't want to date them anyway.
Here is my first SHOW AND TELL (wewt!): There is a British singer that I absolutely love, her name is Paloma Faith, and this is my favorite song of hers:
Well kids, catch ya tomorrow!
xx
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