Every time I see someone posting what they're thankful for I wanna jump on that gravy train! (Get it? Gravy? Thankful? Thanksgiving? *nudge nudge*)
SO here are 9 things since I'm 9 days in to November and have yet to run through the barrier to platform 11/24 (That's Thanksgiving this year, in case you didn't know).
Day 1: Being alive! Woo! If I wasn't alive I wouldn't be here and wouldn't have so many many things to be thankful for!
Day 2: My husband. Without whom I would be living a completely different life.
Day 3: My baby! She is so fabulous. She's adorable, funny, smart and just wonderful. I cannot imagine my life without her. When I do, I cry.
Day 4: Our dog. Maddie is the most amazing dog ever. She is quiet, small and so gentle. She lets Peyton play with her and plays tug-of-war with her too! She has never bitten anyone and when she gets annoyed she just licks.
Day 5: Cold weather. This summer (up here) was by no means unbearable, but I love wearing sweaters, hoodies, socks and boots! And I ADORE dressing Peyton up in her hot pink pea coat :)
Day 6: Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. I wouldn't be able to make dinner without something to distract Peyton. So thank you, Disney Jr! (and DVR so there's always an episode ready!)
Day 7: The internet. I wouldn't have as many good recipes, cleaning tips, exercise routines or creative craft ideas without you!
Day 8: Steven's job. If he didn't have such a good job we wouldn't have medical insurance, dental insurance or enough of a paycheck for me to stay home! If I had to work it would probably only pay for day care and then our apartment would always be messy because I would have zero time to clean.
Day 9: Nap time. It used to last longer, but now I do an hour long workout video. By the time I've worked out, showered and gotten dressed I have about 10 minutes before Peyton wakes up. Not so bad though. At least I'm not just sitting on my chubby buttocks watching my stories.
Look at me! 9 things I'm thankful for AND a blog post. Get. That.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Raindrops On Roses and Whiskers On Kittens
These are a few of my favorite things:
5. Peyton's nap is so easy! We change her diaper, brush her teeth, turn on Rockabye Baby! (Coldplay), turn on the fan, turn off the light, lay down and within 3 minutes she's asleep! (for 2 1/2 to 3 hours)
4. She's so happy when she wakes up from that nap. She'll make some noise so I know she's awake, but doesn't cry. As soon as I open the door I see her sitting at the end of the bed with the biggest "cheese" grin on her face and she waves to me.
3. After the dishes are done. The sink is empty. The counters are clean and I have room to do stuff! Or just enjoy the fact that I had time to clean.
2. Watching Peyton pick up her blocks and put them away. She figured this out on her own. She doesn't build with them, and if we build towers she knocks them down. She'll walk around with one in each hand and bang them together. I just love when she puts them away because she picks up one at a time and puts it gently into a bucket. She then looks around for the perfect one to go next. She'll walk all the way across the room to get a different one if the closer one isn't right. When she gets one she sits down in front of the bucket to put it in. She's so smart. :)
and my #1 favorite thing right now...........
1. My life! I cannot imagine being any happier than I am right now. I have an amazing husband who works 50 hour weeks to pay the bills so that I can stay home and raise our incredible daughter. I have the perfect little family. My immediate family is very close and I can visit them all the time (not that I do since I never have the car, and even when I do I can't seem to make plans BUT it's not impossible haha). If I ever need anything I can call/text/facebook one of my siblings and they will help however they can. (And hopefully they know I would do the same)
So there we are. A few favs :)
Now I gotta go put Pey down for that awesome nap!
5. Peyton's nap is so easy! We change her diaper, brush her teeth, turn on Rockabye Baby! (Coldplay), turn on the fan, turn off the light, lay down and within 3 minutes she's asleep! (for 2 1/2 to 3 hours)
4. She's so happy when she wakes up from that nap. She'll make some noise so I know she's awake, but doesn't cry. As soon as I open the door I see her sitting at the end of the bed with the biggest "cheese" grin on her face and she waves to me.
3. After the dishes are done. The sink is empty. The counters are clean and I have room to do stuff! Or just enjoy the fact that I had time to clean.
2. Watching Peyton pick up her blocks and put them away. She figured this out on her own. She doesn't build with them, and if we build towers she knocks them down. She'll walk around with one in each hand and bang them together. I just love when she puts them away because she picks up one at a time and puts it gently into a bucket. She then looks around for the perfect one to go next. She'll walk all the way across the room to get a different one if the closer one isn't right. When she gets one she sits down in front of the bucket to put it in. She's so smart. :)
and my #1 favorite thing right now...........
1. My life! I cannot imagine being any happier than I am right now. I have an amazing husband who works 50 hour weeks to pay the bills so that I can stay home and raise our incredible daughter. I have the perfect little family. My immediate family is very close and I can visit them all the time (not that I do since I never have the car, and even when I do I can't seem to make plans BUT it's not impossible haha). If I ever need anything I can call/text/facebook one of my siblings and they will help however they can. (And hopefully they know I would do the same)
So there we are. A few favs :)
Now I gotta go put Pey down for that awesome nap!
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Mean People
We've all been mean at some point in our lives. But, for most of us, there comes a time when we get off our high horse and stop saying unnecessary and hurtful things. The internet is viewed a place where it's "ok" to be a jerk. Newsflash: It's never OK to be a jerk. If no one is a jerk, no one else needs to be a jerk.
Nice guys finish last because jerks push them out of the way and call them names.
I admit I haven't done any sort of research into cyberbullying (nor did I watch the ABC Family movie *gag*), but who is raising these people to think this is right? It sounds dumb when people talk about it. Kids commenting on their peers' facebook and myspace stuff telling them to go kill themselves. If someone told me to kill myself I would laugh. But these kids are serious!
I'm not a saint by any means, but I would never be so hurtful to someone. (Ok Kate, I know I was a pretty mean big sister, but you were *and still can be* a jerk too!) I just don't understand the need for snarky comments on things people post. Keep it to yourself, dude! Haven't you people seen Bambi? If you don't have something nice to say, don't say anything at all.
People correcting grammar and spelling on Twitter is absurd. This isn't high brow literature. It's not literature at all! Leave Simon Pegg alone for using the wrong "your/you're!" He has more important things to do than proofread his tweets. You don't have to tweet Rainn Wilson that you're not following him any more because he's not funny or he says something offensive. He's an actor. He's not Dwight Schrute. And he is funny, just don't take everything he says seriously. It's obvious when he's kidding.
I read HelloGiggles (you should too) and people are usually very positive and supportive! But sometimes the jerks comment. I hate jerks. I think negative things about the posts sometimes, but I would never EVER comment something hurtful or rude.
All that "mean people suck" stuff aside, we as a culture or also super sensitive to things. People are so easily offended nowadays it's ridiculous. "Don't hate on my president!" "Don't say morbidly obese kids have bad parents!"
I don't know what else to write on this topic. Why can't everybody just knock of the dumb stuff and be happy? It's not hard...
I remembered what else I was going to say! Why are people so judgmental of how people became famous? Like the Kardashians and Paris Hilton. They are making money. Leave them alone! They are famous because we watch them. We watch them go on vacations, we watch them get married and get jobs and buy houses and get divorced and have babies. It's not their fault they don't have some amazing talents. They are pretty people and we like to look at pretty things.
While I do agree that there are some pretty ridiculous "famous" people *see the entire "cast" of Jersey Shore*, people watch it. So, leave it be. You're not going to change anything by being a jerk. You're just jealous.
Nice guys finish last because jerks push them out of the way and call them names.
I admit I haven't done any sort of research into cyberbullying (nor did I watch the ABC Family movie *gag*), but who is raising these people to think this is right? It sounds dumb when people talk about it. Kids commenting on their peers' facebook and myspace stuff telling them to go kill themselves. If someone told me to kill myself I would laugh. But these kids are serious!
I'm not a saint by any means, but I would never be so hurtful to someone. (Ok Kate, I know I was a pretty mean big sister, but you were *and still can be* a jerk too!) I just don't understand the need for snarky comments on things people post. Keep it to yourself, dude! Haven't you people seen Bambi? If you don't have something nice to say, don't say anything at all.
People correcting grammar and spelling on Twitter is absurd. This isn't high brow literature. It's not literature at all! Leave Simon Pegg alone for using the wrong "your/you're!" He has more important things to do than proofread his tweets. You don't have to tweet Rainn Wilson that you're not following him any more because he's not funny or he says something offensive. He's an actor. He's not Dwight Schrute. And he is funny, just don't take everything he says seriously. It's obvious when he's kidding.
I read HelloGiggles (you should too) and people are usually very positive and supportive! But sometimes the jerks comment. I hate jerks. I think negative things about the posts sometimes, but I would never EVER comment something hurtful or rude.
All that "mean people suck" stuff aside, we as a culture or also super sensitive to things. People are so easily offended nowadays it's ridiculous. "Don't hate on my president!" "Don't say morbidly obese kids have bad parents!"
I don't know what else to write on this topic. Why can't everybody just knock of the dumb stuff and be happy? It's not hard...
I remembered what else I was going to say! Why are people so judgmental of how people became famous? Like the Kardashians and Paris Hilton. They are making money. Leave them alone! They are famous because we watch them. We watch them go on vacations, we watch them get married and get jobs and buy houses and get divorced and have babies. It's not their fault they don't have some amazing talents. They are pretty people and we like to look at pretty things.
While I do agree that there are some pretty ridiculous "famous" people *see the entire "cast" of Jersey Shore*, people watch it. So, leave it be. You're not going to change anything by being a jerk. You're just jealous.
Saturday, August 20, 2011
The sound of...
Baby!
Every little noise warms my heart. (Or breaks it if it's relentless crying because she's teething in the middle of the night)
One of my favorites is the papery swish of her diaper as she toddles around the apartment. Her little diapered bum is the cutest thing ever! She runs around the apartment all day just finding things to do. I love to watch her when she's on a mission. She remembers where she left the book she wants and takes off, head tilted down and leading with her chin.
I also love hearing her little foot steps coming down the hall. The slap slap slap of tiny baby feet could melt a stone cold heart. When I hear her coming I can't wait to see how many articles of clothing she's carrying. She loves to walk around with her clothes. That or two big stuffed animals.
Right now most things are "buh!" When she's eating and wants to feed the dog she says, "Buh! Buh!" and looks around for Maddie. When she wants another bite she says, "Baaaa! Mmmm!" When we get up in the morning, as soon as I open the door she says, "Da!" because she knows Daddy is up. When she watches Baby Einsteins and recognizes the hippo she says, "guh!" because I called it her guy. And when I'm trying to make something to eat and she's hungry or wants to be held it's "Maaammmmmmmmaaaa" into my legs.
She has a great sense of humor and laughs a lot. She has a nasally cackle and I absolutely love it. It makes me laugh every time! The other day she thought my crunching into an apple was hilarious. I could hardly chew I was laughing so much.
So... Basically I love my child. A whole whole whole lot.
Monday, August 15, 2011
ANTS
I hate 'em.
For serious.
I'd post a picture or something for a visual impact, but I don't want to google "ants." I'd vomit.
We are in a ground floor apartment by the pool so apparently we're prime housing for the nasty little buggers. Luckily it's only the tiny sugar ants. They don't bite or strike the fear chord like big fatty or fire ants do. They're still driving me bonkers. I had seen a few here and there a few weeks ago and then one day I went to do the laundry and they had COMPLETELY infested the dirty clothes pile. Laundry, who knew? So I shook out all the clothes and vacuumed all the ones I saw into my dust buster, after following the trail of course. I sprayed any stragglers with Fantastik and sprayed the wall where they were coming in as well.
I saw another trail of them coming out of our coat closet. No exterior walls, but it backs up to the bathroom so we assumed they were coming in for the water. I went to the apartment office and told them and they brought me some spray for inside. We sprayed those areas and around the living room and thought. Hoorah!
No hoorah. I kept finding them in the bathroom and then by the fireplace. Bleh.. I sprinkled baby powder in several locations because they don't like the smell. But it doesn't kill them so they just scatter and find a new entrance. The exterminator guy comes like, every second Tuesday or Thursday or something ridiculous like that so they haven't sprayed outside.
Tuesday is taco night and I was gearing up to make some tortillas. I opened the baking cabinet to grab the flour, baking powder and shortening and low and behold: ANTS IN MY FRIGGIN' CABINET!!! They wanted mah sugah. So I cleaned out the cabinet and put my marshmallows and brown sugar in a ziploc baggie. I was putting things back into the cabinet when I kept finding the bastards on the counter around the honey. Ya, in the cap. That went in the trash...
They were in the stove too. I have to thoroughly clean the stove every time I use it. How fun is that? YAY? No Yay. I mean, don't get me wrong, having a clean house isn't a bad thing! But I don't have a messy house! They are going looking for things. I don't leave my sugar out all over the place, they went into the cabinet to the closed bag. Jerks.
Steven thought I was crazy for freaking out about it until last night. I went to change into my pajamas when I noticed a mound of moving black on my panties in the dirty clothes. Seriously? I don't know whether to be flattered or disgusted that the ants were attracted to my dirty underwear. (I don't have disgusting dirty underwear, just normal every day underwear)
It was so gross.... And it was late so I couldn't vacuum them up! We sprayed them with Fantastik, Steven squished them and I followed the trail and dumped some vinegar into the entrance... I hate ants.
I was also randomly finding them on the couch. (On an interior wall) So this morning I moved the couch to see where they were coming from behind the couch. The interior wall corners with an exterior wall so they were coming in at the corner. This time they had a lookout, though. A spider. (These ants are finding my weaknesses and using them against me) I squealed repeatedly as the spider began to run around hibbety jibbety when I sprayed him with Fantastik. I had to make my squeals of fear sound like fun so that I wouldn't scare Peyton who was staring at me with that, "Mama? You've got issues" look. Spider finally stopped running so I sprayed the line of ants and then went for the baby powder. Spider was playing possum! He started running like a spider with Fantastik on his eyes so I soaked him in it. And he died. But to be sure I squished him with a mound of Kleenex.
For now I've found a few stragglers here and there. It usually takes a day for them to form a line again which leads me to the following question:
Why are ants so stupid? I mean, if I sent out some scout ants to find food and/or water and they didn't return I wouldn't think, "Hey! ANTdrew didn't come back! Wait... Neither did SamANTtha, BrANTdon, ANTthony or Fred. They must have found something great and want us to come too!" I would think, "Uh, ya. They died. We shouldn't go back in there. Ever."
Exterminator comes Thursday. It better work, or I'm raising hell. I don't want ants. I pay $865 a month for an apartment for me, Steven, Peyton and Maddie. If they wanna live here, I better see some compensation for sharing my quarters.
For serious.
I'd post a picture or something for a visual impact, but I don't want to google "ants." I'd vomit.
We are in a ground floor apartment by the pool so apparently we're prime housing for the nasty little buggers. Luckily it's only the tiny sugar ants. They don't bite or strike the fear chord like big fatty or fire ants do. They're still driving me bonkers. I had seen a few here and there a few weeks ago and then one day I went to do the laundry and they had COMPLETELY infested the dirty clothes pile. Laundry, who knew? So I shook out all the clothes and vacuumed all the ones I saw into my dust buster, after following the trail of course. I sprayed any stragglers with Fantastik and sprayed the wall where they were coming in as well.
I saw another trail of them coming out of our coat closet. No exterior walls, but it backs up to the bathroom so we assumed they were coming in for the water. I went to the apartment office and told them and they brought me some spray for inside. We sprayed those areas and around the living room and thought. Hoorah!
No hoorah. I kept finding them in the bathroom and then by the fireplace. Bleh.. I sprinkled baby powder in several locations because they don't like the smell. But it doesn't kill them so they just scatter and find a new entrance. The exterminator guy comes like, every second Tuesday or Thursday or something ridiculous like that so they haven't sprayed outside.
Tuesday is taco night and I was gearing up to make some tortillas. I opened the baking cabinet to grab the flour, baking powder and shortening and low and behold: ANTS IN MY FRIGGIN' CABINET!!! They wanted mah sugah. So I cleaned out the cabinet and put my marshmallows and brown sugar in a ziploc baggie. I was putting things back into the cabinet when I kept finding the bastards on the counter around the honey. Ya, in the cap. That went in the trash...
They were in the stove too. I have to thoroughly clean the stove every time I use it. How fun is that? YAY? No Yay. I mean, don't get me wrong, having a clean house isn't a bad thing! But I don't have a messy house! They are going looking for things. I don't leave my sugar out all over the place, they went into the cabinet to the closed bag. Jerks.
Steven thought I was crazy for freaking out about it until last night. I went to change into my pajamas when I noticed a mound of moving black on my panties in the dirty clothes. Seriously? I don't know whether to be flattered or disgusted that the ants were attracted to my dirty underwear. (I don't have disgusting dirty underwear, just normal every day underwear)
It was so gross.... And it was late so I couldn't vacuum them up! We sprayed them with Fantastik, Steven squished them and I followed the trail and dumped some vinegar into the entrance... I hate ants.
I was also randomly finding them on the couch. (On an interior wall) So this morning I moved the couch to see where they were coming from behind the couch. The interior wall corners with an exterior wall so they were coming in at the corner. This time they had a lookout, though. A spider. (These ants are finding my weaknesses and using them against me) I squealed repeatedly as the spider began to run around hibbety jibbety when I sprayed him with Fantastik. I had to make my squeals of fear sound like fun so that I wouldn't scare Peyton who was staring at me with that, "Mama? You've got issues" look. Spider finally stopped running so I sprayed the line of ants and then went for the baby powder. Spider was playing possum! He started running like a spider with Fantastik on his eyes so I soaked him in it. And he died. But to be sure I squished him with a mound of Kleenex.
For now I've found a few stragglers here and there. It usually takes a day for them to form a line again which leads me to the following question:
Why are ants so stupid? I mean, if I sent out some scout ants to find food and/or water and they didn't return I wouldn't think, "Hey! ANTdrew didn't come back! Wait... Neither did SamANTtha, BrANTdon, ANTthony or Fred. They must have found something great and want us to come too!" I would think, "Uh, ya. They died. We shouldn't go back in there. Ever."
Exterminator comes Thursday. It better work, or I'm raising hell. I don't want ants. I pay $865 a month for an apartment for me, Steven, Peyton and Maddie. If they wanna live here, I better see some compensation for sharing my quarters.
Friday, July 15, 2011
Finding Nemo
I've been watching at least the first 40 minutes of this movie three times a day for the past 4 months. It's Pey's sleepy time movie. You would think I'd be so sick of it by now, but sometimes I finish watching it when she falls asleep. I still adore it. I don't believe it will ever get old.
I've had some time to think about the goings on in the film and have come to the conclusion that it's all Marlin's fault.
Each major thing that goes wrong can be attributed to Marlin. From the beginning, Marlin chose the anemone at the drop off. He then chased Coral around causing her swim outside and be eaten by the barracuda. Nemo gets stuck in the reef thing because Marlin wouldn't wake up on the first day of school. If Marlin hadn't come chasing after Nemo at school and make a big deal of him being at the drop off he wouldn't have felt the need to swim out to touch the boat.
Moving on to when he meets Dori. Nothing unfortunate there until he wont let the sharks read the mask. Had he done that Dori wouldn't have had a nosebleed and Bruce wouldn't have gone all Jack Nicholson on them. They probably would have told them how to get to the EAC real quick. Had that happened there would be no freaky electric fish chase and no jelly fish jungle. Had that still happened if he had trusted Dori and gone through the trench no jelly fish. Had that still happened if he hadn't distracted Dori by asking if she was hungry they would have made it safely out of the jellies. Marlin would probably still have met Crush and the other sea turtles seeing as they needed to get to the current anyhow. Without all the previous stuff he wouldn't have his heroic story, of course, but he would still be on his way to save Nemo.
On to Nemo in the tank. He gets stuck in the tube. How is that Marlin's fault? Getting stuck is not his fault, but had he allowed Nemo to get out of the reef thing on the first day of school, Nemo would have the courage and knowledge to get out of the fish tank tube easily. Now, Nemo almost getting pureed was Gill's fault, he should have given him a bigger pebble.
Marlin's big problem is trust. If he had trusted Dori and let her guide him with her crazy ways things would have been a lot smoother for the two of them. Once they do finally make it to Sydney and get spit out by the first pelican Marlin only needed to trust Nigel and he would have taken him straight to Nemo. But alas, he flipped out and the seagulls went wild.
All of this would have happened much faster without the Shining Bruce, the freaky electric fish, and the jelly fish jungle. That being said, Darla probably would not have arrived yet and Nigel could have shown up with Marlin and Dori without seeing Nemo "belly up." It would then just be a matter of getting Nemo out of the tank. Those fishies are smart and could have figured it out. Marlin is the one who goes to the fishing grounds out of depression, so it's his fault that Dori gets trapped in the fishing net.
I think that pretty much sums it up!
That being said, I still adore the movie in all its convoluted Disney goodness. I enjoy watching it over and over and finding new things. I notice the little details in the background and what the other characters are doing when the action is focused on one or two characters. And what else is amazing is that nothing every stops moving. The fish are constantly in motion and so is the water. It's beautiful.
I'm hungry. It's time for some breakfast!
I've had some time to think about the goings on in the film and have come to the conclusion that it's all Marlin's fault.
Each major thing that goes wrong can be attributed to Marlin. From the beginning, Marlin chose the anemone at the drop off. He then chased Coral around causing her swim outside and be eaten by the barracuda. Nemo gets stuck in the reef thing because Marlin wouldn't wake up on the first day of school. If Marlin hadn't come chasing after Nemo at school and make a big deal of him being at the drop off he wouldn't have felt the need to swim out to touch the boat.
Moving on to when he meets Dori. Nothing unfortunate there until he wont let the sharks read the mask. Had he done that Dori wouldn't have had a nosebleed and Bruce wouldn't have gone all Jack Nicholson on them. They probably would have told them how to get to the EAC real quick. Had that happened there would be no freaky electric fish chase and no jelly fish jungle. Had that still happened if he had trusted Dori and gone through the trench no jelly fish. Had that still happened if he hadn't distracted Dori by asking if she was hungry they would have made it safely out of the jellies. Marlin would probably still have met Crush and the other sea turtles seeing as they needed to get to the current anyhow. Without all the previous stuff he wouldn't have his heroic story, of course, but he would still be on his way to save Nemo.
On to Nemo in the tank. He gets stuck in the tube. How is that Marlin's fault? Getting stuck is not his fault, but had he allowed Nemo to get out of the reef thing on the first day of school, Nemo would have the courage and knowledge to get out of the fish tank tube easily. Now, Nemo almost getting pureed was Gill's fault, he should have given him a bigger pebble.
Marlin's big problem is trust. If he had trusted Dori and let her guide him with her crazy ways things would have been a lot smoother for the two of them. Once they do finally make it to Sydney and get spit out by the first pelican Marlin only needed to trust Nigel and he would have taken him straight to Nemo. But alas, he flipped out and the seagulls went wild.
All of this would have happened much faster without the Shining Bruce, the freaky electric fish, and the jelly fish jungle. That being said, Darla probably would not have arrived yet and Nigel could have shown up with Marlin and Dori without seeing Nemo "belly up." It would then just be a matter of getting Nemo out of the tank. Those fishies are smart and could have figured it out. Marlin is the one who goes to the fishing grounds out of depression, so it's his fault that Dori gets trapped in the fishing net.
I think that pretty much sums it up!
That being said, I still adore the movie in all its convoluted Disney goodness. I enjoy watching it over and over and finding new things. I notice the little details in the background and what the other characters are doing when the action is focused on one or two characters. And what else is amazing is that nothing every stops moving. The fish are constantly in motion and so is the water. It's beautiful.
I'm hungry. It's time for some breakfast!
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
And how does that make you feel?
Do you ever hear a phrase or think about one and it makes you feel all warm and fuzzy? I don't mean the first time he/she says "I love you," or your baby saying, "mama" for the first time. I mean, normal every day phrases.
One that gets my imagery gears turnin' is "Crack open a bottle."
I love the word "crack." Not like, cocaine or butt or in the ground. But the onomatopoeia. If feels heavy on the back of my tongue and makes my heart warm. I picture a roaring fire in a log cabin somewhere on a snowy mountain. Two glasses pleading to be filled with a plum red wine twinkling by the glow of the fire.
Person one says to person two, "Let's crack open a bottle of wine."
Warm, inviting, cozy. Crack.
One that gets my imagery gears turnin' is "Crack open a bottle."
I love the word "crack." Not like, cocaine or butt or in the ground. But the onomatopoeia. If feels heavy on the back of my tongue and makes my heart warm. I picture a roaring fire in a log cabin somewhere on a snowy mountain. Two glasses pleading to be filled with a plum red wine twinkling by the glow of the fire.
Person one says to person two, "Let's crack open a bottle of wine."
Warm, inviting, cozy. Crack.
Monday, July 11, 2011
That's Wassup!
People often ask me, "Mandy, what's your latest obsession?" And to those people I made up simply for the sake of having a creative blog opening I respond, "Food blogs!"
I am subscribed to one that is by a woman I used to babysit for in Nacogdoches. La Dolce Vita
She owns her own catering and cake company and makes such delicious food. I have made several things off of her site and they usually turn out. I used regular salt in the stroganoff and it was uber salty, but that was my bad.
I think my favorite thing about food blogs is when your finished product turns out just like the picture! I make Andrea's Shrimp Carbonara all the time and it always looks like hers. A couple days ago I went searching for food blogs and found this one. She has some super yummy looking stuff!
I decided to start simple and do her No Bake Peanut Butter Oatmeal Cookies this morning. They look like hers! Hooray! And they haven't completely cooled yet, but I had to snack on one before nap time. They're delicious! The oatmeal doesn't cook long so it stays a little crunchy/chewy and makes the cookies yumtastic.
Speaking of nap time, it's now. I'll post more when I find more and do more.
I'll also maybe eventually finish the 30 day blog challenge that has turned into a million day challenge.
I am subscribed to one that is by a woman I used to babysit for in Nacogdoches. La Dolce Vita
She owns her own catering and cake company and makes such delicious food. I have made several things off of her site and they usually turn out. I used regular salt in the stroganoff and it was uber salty, but that was my bad.
I think my favorite thing about food blogs is when your finished product turns out just like the picture! I make Andrea's Shrimp Carbonara all the time and it always looks like hers. A couple days ago I went searching for food blogs and found this one. She has some super yummy looking stuff!
I decided to start simple and do her No Bake Peanut Butter Oatmeal Cookies this morning. They look like hers! Hooray! And they haven't completely cooled yet, but I had to snack on one before nap time. They're delicious! The oatmeal doesn't cook long so it stays a little crunchy/chewy and makes the cookies yumtastic.
Speaking of nap time, it's now. I'll post more when I find more and do more.
I'll also maybe eventually finish the 30 day blog challenge that has turned into a million day challenge.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Day 10- What You Wore Today
I'd been putting this one off for a day that I actually changed out of my pajamas! Well then I went to Idaho and didn't bring my computer.
It's still kind of early today and I'm still in jammies so I'll say what I wore yesterday!
I wore jeans and a white tank top under a wide neck grey t-shirt. Pretty swanky, I know. Haha!
Now I shall rant.
I love Peyton to death, but yesterday I reached my breaking point. She has been so whiny and clingy that I can't get anything done. I'll give her credit for playing in her playpen for an hour watching Baby Mozart while I made tortillas for dinner. But after that I took her out to feed her lunch and she fussed through half of it. Once she finished I went to make myself lunch and she would not leave me alone. She stood up holding onto my jeans and screamed into them until I picked her up. I hadn't eaten since 8 am and was so hungry, so I had to let her cry while I cooked. I felt bad, but she was driving me nuts. Once I came back into the living room she was fine. She didn't want to sit or play with me, just wanted me in the room with her.
When Steven got home he played with her so I could finish getting dinner ready. While he was eating I made her dinner. He offered to feed her while I ate but she screamed. So I put my food down (not even a bite taken yet) and fed her. She started screaming halfway through and hitting the spoon and I had had enough. I took her out of her chair, put everything away, wiped her face and gave her to Steven. I said, "I'm going to take a shower. She's going to scream and I don't care." And with that I took a much needed LONG hot shower. I shaved my legs! Woohoo! And after that I blow dried my hair. It was lovely. I didn't hear her cry at all while I was in there. She started to fuss a little when I was almost done drying my hair.
So, she can be without me if Steven distracts her. But it was a grand total of about 20 minutes. I wish he could be here more to spend time with her so that she would be fine with him anytime and for longer periods.
Oh well! Time for diaper change and nap! I may take one with her. She woke up several times crying last night. Normally she wakes up twice quietly and I can nurse her back so sleep right away, but not last night... I'm exhausted!
It's still kind of early today and I'm still in jammies so I'll say what I wore yesterday!
I wore jeans and a white tank top under a wide neck grey t-shirt. Pretty swanky, I know. Haha!
Now I shall rant.
I love Peyton to death, but yesterday I reached my breaking point. She has been so whiny and clingy that I can't get anything done. I'll give her credit for playing in her playpen for an hour watching Baby Mozart while I made tortillas for dinner. But after that I took her out to feed her lunch and she fussed through half of it. Once she finished I went to make myself lunch and she would not leave me alone. She stood up holding onto my jeans and screamed into them until I picked her up. I hadn't eaten since 8 am and was so hungry, so I had to let her cry while I cooked. I felt bad, but she was driving me nuts. Once I came back into the living room she was fine. She didn't want to sit or play with me, just wanted me in the room with her.
When Steven got home he played with her so I could finish getting dinner ready. While he was eating I made her dinner. He offered to feed her while I ate but she screamed. So I put my food down (not even a bite taken yet) and fed her. She started screaming halfway through and hitting the spoon and I had had enough. I took her out of her chair, put everything away, wiped her face and gave her to Steven. I said, "I'm going to take a shower. She's going to scream and I don't care." And with that I took a much needed LONG hot shower. I shaved my legs! Woohoo! And after that I blow dried my hair. It was lovely. I didn't hear her cry at all while I was in there. She started to fuss a little when I was almost done drying my hair.
So, she can be without me if Steven distracts her. But it was a grand total of about 20 minutes. I wish he could be here more to spend time with her so that she would be fine with him anytime and for longer periods.
Oh well! Time for diaper change and nap! I may take one with her. She woke up several times crying last night. Normally she wakes up twice quietly and I can nurse her back so sleep right away, but not last night... I'm exhausted!
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Where Have I Been?
Idaho. And before that chasing my 8 month old around the apartment. It's hard to find time to blog! Right now she is entertaining herself with diapers. Whatever floats her boat!
She's is growing up so much! She is a professional crawler. If she wants to get somewhere quickly she does this Spiderman crawl. She spreads her arms wider and "runs." It's pretty much adorable. She is standing on her own now too. She'll just stand up in the middle of the room and keep her balance. She can do it through a sneeze and through waving her arms maniacally. She can say "mama" but normally only does it when she's upset. She'll string it into some "baba"s too.
We just got back from a week vacation to visit my sister and her family in Rexburg, ID. It was a nice trip. She got to play with her cousins Allie and Adam and went swimming for the first time. I'll get that video up later.
My mom and I took her to Rexburg in January and she did pretty well in the car. This time we had my grandma with us so we stopped a lot more and did the drive in two days. It worked much better for baby's stress and comfort levels. She never got too upset in the car. She would whine when she was getting tired and I had to discover a way to get her to sleep.
She has entered the separation anxiety stage. Yay? No yay. I know it's my fault for never leaving her side, but holy cow... She's driving me nuts! I tried to take a shower yesterday and kept having to stick my head out and make faces at her. Doesn't she know I'll be out faster if I don't have to do that? It started at my sister's house. I was staying in the hotel with mom and gran, but gran snores. REALLY LOUD. So I decided Peyton and I would stay at Kate's. Mom and I ran to the hotel to get some stuff I would need for the night and were gone all of 10 minutes. When we drove back up I saw my 88-year-old grandmother carrying my 18 lb baby outside (heart attack!). I could see Pey's face was red so I got to her quickly. Poor thing had cried pretty much the entire time we were gone. Not a big deal for most babies, but that's the first time she's cried like that. I felt horrible.
I know she needs to get used to the fact that if I go I will be back, but when you're a stay at home mom who never goes anywhere, it's hard to teach her that. She's not really used to be being with anyone else either. It's always her and me. Daddy sees her for about 3 hours a day when he works. When he's off we see him all day so hopefully she'll start realizing that he can take care of her too!
Well, she's done with the diapers and is ready for breakfast. I'll get some pics and videos up later!
She's is growing up so much! She is a professional crawler. If she wants to get somewhere quickly she does this Spiderman crawl. She spreads her arms wider and "runs." It's pretty much adorable. She is standing on her own now too. She'll just stand up in the middle of the room and keep her balance. She can do it through a sneeze and through waving her arms maniacally. She can say "mama" but normally only does it when she's upset. She'll string it into some "baba"s too.
We just got back from a week vacation to visit my sister and her family in Rexburg, ID. It was a nice trip. She got to play with her cousins Allie and Adam and went swimming for the first time. I'll get that video up later.
My mom and I took her to Rexburg in January and she did pretty well in the car. This time we had my grandma with us so we stopped a lot more and did the drive in two days. It worked much better for baby's stress and comfort levels. She never got too upset in the car. She would whine when she was getting tired and I had to discover a way to get her to sleep.
She has entered the separation anxiety stage. Yay? No yay. I know it's my fault for never leaving her side, but holy cow... She's driving me nuts! I tried to take a shower yesterday and kept having to stick my head out and make faces at her. Doesn't she know I'll be out faster if I don't have to do that? It started at my sister's house. I was staying in the hotel with mom and gran, but gran snores. REALLY LOUD. So I decided Peyton and I would stay at Kate's. Mom and I ran to the hotel to get some stuff I would need for the night and were gone all of 10 minutes. When we drove back up I saw my 88-year-old grandmother carrying my 18 lb baby outside (heart attack!). I could see Pey's face was red so I got to her quickly. Poor thing had cried pretty much the entire time we were gone. Not a big deal for most babies, but that's the first time she's cried like that. I felt horrible.
I know she needs to get used to the fact that if I go I will be back, but when you're a stay at home mom who never goes anywhere, it's hard to teach her that. She's not really used to be being with anyone else either. It's always her and me. Daddy sees her for about 3 hours a day when he works. When he's off we see him all day so hopefully she'll start realizing that he can take care of her too!
Well, she's done with the diapers and is ready for breakfast. I'll get some pics and videos up later!
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Day 09- Your Beliefs
I believe in God and Jesus and all that jazz.
I don't go to church partly because Steven worked every Sunday. He doesn't anymore, but we still don't go haha
I don't want to trivialize it by saying "all that jazz," but I wouldn't relegate myself into a specific "religion." I have found things I don't like about almost every church I've ever been to. The most important to me is the idea of original sin. I understand the idea but children are the purest, most innocent of all God's creations, so why do they need to be washed of the sins of their parents? Not for me. I also don't like the idea of baptizing before a child understand the concept. Do a dedication, but let them make a sound decision of when they are baptized.
We will eventually go to church I'm sure. If nothing else to expose Peyton to a religious community so that she can make her own religious choices when she's ready.
I still pray and every once in awhile I'll pull out my devotional book and do one when I have a second to breathe during the day.
I guess you could call me a Stay-At-Home-Believer.
I don't go to church partly because Steven worked every Sunday. He doesn't anymore, but we still don't go haha
I don't want to trivialize it by saying "all that jazz," but I wouldn't relegate myself into a specific "religion." I have found things I don't like about almost every church I've ever been to. The most important to me is the idea of original sin. I understand the idea but children are the purest, most innocent of all God's creations, so why do they need to be washed of the sins of their parents? Not for me. I also don't like the idea of baptizing before a child understand the concept. Do a dedication, but let them make a sound decision of when they are baptized.
We will eventually go to church I'm sure. If nothing else to expose Peyton to a religious community so that she can make her own religious choices when she's ready.
I still pray and every once in awhile I'll pull out my devotional book and do one when I have a second to breathe during the day.
I guess you could call me a Stay-At-Home-Believer.
Friday, May 6, 2011
Jeez Louise.
Peyton likes to play with wires and cords. She pulled on my laptop charger a few too many times and it stopped working. SO we had to order a new one and it finally got here today! Woohoo!
She is into everything these days. I seriously have to stop her from getting into stuff every two minutes. Like just now, I had to stop her from eating a Game Informer. Since she's starting crawling I think I've lost some weight and some hair. She pulls up on absolutely everything. She has a special place in her heart for a stool that is next to the couch. She is better about getting down from standing though. She used to just fall onto her tush. Now she slowly sinks down.
She is very curious about what's going on the world. Well, in our world anyway (the apartment). If someone is blowing their nose she stares in wonder. She laughs at me and claps when I brush my teeth. If I'm in the kitchen she thinks she's about to get food and starts smacking her lips. She'll also come into the kitchen and climb up my leg and stand there holding on to my pants for dear life.
She isn't saying anything yet but when I tell her to say "mama" she starts whispering "papapa" so I guess she's associating that? Who knows.
She eats well. She doesn't like stuff with a lot of flavor. We've tried spaghetti and chicken and pasta. She made yuck faces and started to fuss. I've figured out that I have to add oatmeal and apple juice to those foods and she'll eat them just fine. Except for recently. I assume her teeth are starting to hurt. She's felt a little warm to me lately and she starts fussing a couple minutes into some of her meals. I don't feel or see any teeth yet, but when she opens her mouth to eat I can see that her front gums are a little swollen.
I'll try to catch up on my blog challenge. Just for you Kate, because I'm pretty sure you're the only one who reads this.
She is into everything these days. I seriously have to stop her from getting into stuff every two minutes. Like just now, I had to stop her from eating a Game Informer. Since she's starting crawling I think I've lost some weight and some hair. She pulls up on absolutely everything. She has a special place in her heart for a stool that is next to the couch. She is better about getting down from standing though. She used to just fall onto her tush. Now she slowly sinks down.
She is very curious about what's going on the world. Well, in our world anyway (the apartment). If someone is blowing their nose she stares in wonder. She laughs at me and claps when I brush my teeth. If I'm in the kitchen she thinks she's about to get food and starts smacking her lips. She'll also come into the kitchen and climb up my leg and stand there holding on to my pants for dear life.
She isn't saying anything yet but when I tell her to say "mama" she starts whispering "papapa" so I guess she's associating that? Who knows.
She eats well. She doesn't like stuff with a lot of flavor. We've tried spaghetti and chicken and pasta. She made yuck faces and started to fuss. I've figured out that I have to add oatmeal and apple juice to those foods and she'll eat them just fine. Except for recently. I assume her teeth are starting to hurt. She's felt a little warm to me lately and she starts fussing a couple minutes into some of her meals. I don't feel or see any teeth yet, but when she opens her mouth to eat I can see that her front gums are a little swollen.
I'll try to catch up on my blog challenge. Just for you Kate, because I'm pretty sure you're the only one who reads this.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Day 08- A Moment
A blogworthy moment I suppose? Or perhaps just a moment I can't forget? One that inspired me? One that speaks to my character? A transcendent moment? (Thank you, Brad Maule)
Hmm...
On my last choir tour in 2010 we were singing "Choose Something Like A Star" from Randall Thompson's Frostiana. Dr. King always told the story of his choir singing it after a classmate had passed away so it made the song mean something more each time. At one of the schools I couldn't sing because I couldn't stop crying. I was doing fine and then I looked at TK and something in his face moved me so. I tried looking around the high school choir room for something to distract me from the crazy emotion I was feeling but then I looked at our choir and stopped on the face of Jake Taylor (a good friend) and what was he doing? Crying too! I noticed a few other red faces and really couldn't stop crying. We were a family doing something we all loved to do, together, and it was amazing.
I guess that's something that fits all of those categories of what kind of "moment" I should write about.
Here the poem from the song:
Hmm...
On my last choir tour in 2010 we were singing "Choose Something Like A Star" from Randall Thompson's Frostiana. Dr. King always told the story of his choir singing it after a classmate had passed away so it made the song mean something more each time. At one of the schools I couldn't sing because I couldn't stop crying. I was doing fine and then I looked at TK and something in his face moved me so. I tried looking around the high school choir room for something to distract me from the crazy emotion I was feeling but then I looked at our choir and stopped on the face of Jake Taylor (a good friend) and what was he doing? Crying too! I noticed a few other red faces and really couldn't stop crying. We were a family doing something we all loved to do, together, and it was amazing.
I guess that's something that fits all of those categories of what kind of "moment" I should write about.
Here the poem from the song:
O Star (the fairest one in sight),
We grant your loftiness the right
To some obscurity of cloud --
It will not do to say of night,
Since dark is what brings out your light.
Some mystery becomes the proud.
But to be wholly taciturn
In your reserve is not allowed.
Say something to us we can learn
By heart and when alone repeat.
Say something! And it says "I burn."
But say with what degree of heat.
Talk Fahrenheit, talk Centigrade.
Use language we can comprehend.
Tell us what elements you blend.
It gives us strangely little aid,
But does tell something in the end.
And steadfast as Keats' Eremite,
Not even stooping from its sphere,
It asks a little of us here.
It asks of us a certain height,
So when at times the mob is swayed
To carry praise or blame too far,
We may choose something like a star
To stay our minds on and be staid.
I miss choir...
Here's a YouTube video of the song. Not us. I want our recording..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8dg2iE2ixeE
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Day 07- Your Best Friend
I totally typed "Breast" the first time. Oh Bethenny..
I've had so many "best" friends over the years that I don't know who is currently in that spot! I mean, obviously Steven is my best friend because he's my husband and we do everything together and tell each other everything (I hope?), but as far as outside of marriage friends... Hmm...
Most recently has to be Lara Dixon. She and I became super close last year and I just adore that girl! She is so free spirited and hilarious. We are so goofy when we are together. We grew closest over choir camp 2009. She and I shared a hallway as counselors and had a great time getting to know our girls. On the last night of camp it is tradition for the kids to order pizza and it's insane and pretty pricey for the kids. By the time the pizza gets there the kids are not allowed to go down to the lobby to get their order or pay the driver so we collect the money (which rarely includes tips) and try to figure out whose pizza is whose. Lara and I had the brilliant idea to go to Taco Bell and get those party packs that have 10 hard/soft tacos or 10 bean burritos and they would all give us like, $3. So we gather the dough and head to TB. We got three packs, one of each and ended up making like $7 a piece after we gave them back their change (muahaha). We got to eat all the leftovers too, so it was an awesome deal. Afterward we hung out in my room and dyed my hair and had a blasty blast.
Once school started we got even closer and spent most of our days together. In the spring she convinced me to take tap (while pregnant) and it was so much fun! We developed an ICEE addiction together. It was most joyous. I miss her face now. She's about to have her first baby and I can't wait to see him!
Oh delicious ICEE... How I long for thee.
I've had so many "best" friends over the years that I don't know who is currently in that spot! I mean, obviously Steven is my best friend because he's my husband and we do everything together and tell each other everything (I hope?), but as far as outside of marriage friends... Hmm...
Most recently has to be Lara Dixon. She and I became super close last year and I just adore that girl! She is so free spirited and hilarious. We are so goofy when we are together. We grew closest over choir camp 2009. She and I shared a hallway as counselors and had a great time getting to know our girls. On the last night of camp it is tradition for the kids to order pizza and it's insane and pretty pricey for the kids. By the time the pizza gets there the kids are not allowed to go down to the lobby to get their order or pay the driver so we collect the money (which rarely includes tips) and try to figure out whose pizza is whose. Lara and I had the brilliant idea to go to Taco Bell and get those party packs that have 10 hard/soft tacos or 10 bean burritos and they would all give us like, $3. So we gather the dough and head to TB. We got three packs, one of each and ended up making like $7 a piece after we gave them back their change (muahaha). We got to eat all the leftovers too, so it was an awesome deal. Afterward we hung out in my room and dyed my hair and had a blasty blast.
Once school started we got even closer and spent most of our days together. In the spring she convinced me to take tap (while pregnant) and it was so much fun! We developed an ICEE addiction together. It was most joyous. I miss her face now. She's about to have her first baby and I can't wait to see him!
Oh delicious ICEE... How I long for thee.
Monday, April 18, 2011
Day 06- Your Day
I planned to write this yesterday and talk about Saturday, but Steven was off yesterday and he sticks his flag in the laptop on his days off so I couldn't write.
So I'll write about yesterday!
Peyton sleeps with me so Steven and I have been sleeping in separate beds for the last... 3 months? Maybe? It's not a terrible thing considering the beds we have are fulls and they are barely big enough for him and me let alone add a baby in between us. He enjoys having his space to sleep however he wants and I don't have to hear him snooze his alarm from 6:30-8:00 am. Well, because he was off yesterday we decided to have a sleepover in the living room on our queen sized air mattress Saturday night. It was fun. We stayed up watching Judge Judy and just enjoying being in the same bed again.
Since the sun shines into the living room in the morning Peyton woke up at 7:30 (le sigh). We changed her into some clean clothes because he diaper had leaked a little onto her jammies. Then she and I played on the air mattress for a couple of hours before Daddy woke up. She was up for almost 4 hours before her morning nap! I was shocked. She's hardly up for 2 before her first nap normally. She went down for about an hour and then we got up and started doing stuff.
We've had a flea problem and finally had a chance to use the spray I bought. Steven and I cleaned up the bed in the living room and put everything away so I could vacuum every inch of the carpet. I took Peyton and Maddie outside so that Steven could spray the flea stuff. It was so nice yesterday. After Steven finished spraying we went for a long walk. We walked up to Main St. and then down to the river. Peyton got to see the river, a few other dogs and lots of people. She even got to see a homeless couple's "shelter" across the river. (so sad) We got back to the apartment and I fed her lunch out on the patio while Daddy vacuumed the floor again.
We came inside and played for a little while before her afternoon nap. She slept for another hour and then woke up for more play time. She wandered all over the living room pulling up on the couch, the stool and her exersaucer (giving me heart attacks). Daddy and I watched MythBusters on NetFlix all day and I did 4 loads of laundry. I don't understand how we can have so much laundry in one week. Part of it was sheets, but still.
Peyton had green beans for dinner and then played some more. Daddy wasn't feeling good so I didn't have to make dinner (yay!) but I made some rice for us later. Around 8:30 Peyton and I got ready for bed and read a story. We went to bed at 9:00 and that was my day!
So I'll write about yesterday!
Peyton sleeps with me so Steven and I have been sleeping in separate beds for the last... 3 months? Maybe? It's not a terrible thing considering the beds we have are fulls and they are barely big enough for him and me let alone add a baby in between us. He enjoys having his space to sleep however he wants and I don't have to hear him snooze his alarm from 6:30-8:00 am. Well, because he was off yesterday we decided to have a sleepover in the living room on our queen sized air mattress Saturday night. It was fun. We stayed up watching Judge Judy and just enjoying being in the same bed again.
Since the sun shines into the living room in the morning Peyton woke up at 7:30 (le sigh). We changed her into some clean clothes because he diaper had leaked a little onto her jammies. Then she and I played on the air mattress for a couple of hours before Daddy woke up. She was up for almost 4 hours before her morning nap! I was shocked. She's hardly up for 2 before her first nap normally. She went down for about an hour and then we got up and started doing stuff.
We've had a flea problem and finally had a chance to use the spray I bought. Steven and I cleaned up the bed in the living room and put everything away so I could vacuum every inch of the carpet. I took Peyton and Maddie outside so that Steven could spray the flea stuff. It was so nice yesterday. After Steven finished spraying we went for a long walk. We walked up to Main St. and then down to the river. Peyton got to see the river, a few other dogs and lots of people. She even got to see a homeless couple's "shelter" across the river. (so sad) We got back to the apartment and I fed her lunch out on the patio while Daddy vacuumed the floor again.
We came inside and played for a little while before her afternoon nap. She slept for another hour and then woke up for more play time. She wandered all over the living room pulling up on the couch, the stool and her exersaucer (giving me heart attacks). Daddy and I watched MythBusters on NetFlix all day and I did 4 loads of laundry. I don't understand how we can have so much laundry in one week. Part of it was sheets, but still.
Peyton had green beans for dinner and then played some more. Daddy wasn't feeling good so I didn't have to make dinner (yay!) but I made some rice for us later. Around 8:30 Peyton and I got ready for bed and read a story. We went to bed at 9:00 and that was my day!
Friday, April 15, 2011
Day 05- Your Definition of Love
Love is a many splendid thing. Love lifts us up where we belong. All you need is love!
That being said, love is different for everyone in some ways but it's exactly the same in others (I think..). Love takes a hold of you sometimes by surprise but it's hard to deny that feeling you get when you see the person. Whether it's a great friend, your lover (haha), a family member or your child (yes, I am aware that children are your family members), your heart warms and you can't help but smile.
So my definition of love is a heart warming, smile spreading feeling that makes you want to do anything in the world to make that person happy. Love is feeling that you would sacrifice your happiness to make that person feel better because in return you are happy that they are happy.
So sing to love, love we never knew before. Let it flourish and bloom forever more.
Here are my loves.
That being said, love is different for everyone in some ways but it's exactly the same in others (I think..). Love takes a hold of you sometimes by surprise but it's hard to deny that feeling you get when you see the person. Whether it's a great friend, your lover (haha), a family member or your child (yes, I am aware that children are your family members), your heart warms and you can't help but smile.
So my definition of love is a heart warming, smile spreading feeling that makes you want to do anything in the world to make that person happy. Love is feeling that you would sacrifice your happiness to make that person feel better because in return you are happy that they are happy.
So sing to love, love we never knew before. Let it flourish and bloom forever more.
Here are my loves.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Day 04- What You Ate Today
I'm writing what I ate yesterday since today just started.
Breakfast:
Two flour tortillas with honey butter
Glass of water
Lunch:
Two turkey tacos with salsa and cheese
Glass of water
Snack:
5 gnocchi with garlic butter and Parmesan cheese
Glass of water
Later Snack:
2 cookies
Dinner:
2 bowls of spaghetti (I don't know why I was so hungry!)
Pepsi
Glass of water
Zee end!
Breakfast:
Two flour tortillas with honey butter
Glass of water
Lunch:
Two turkey tacos with salsa and cheese
Glass of water
Snack:
5 gnocchi with garlic butter and Parmesan cheese
Glass of water
Later Snack:
2 cookies
Dinner:
2 bowls of spaghetti (I don't know why I was so hungry!)
Pepsi
Glass of water
Zee end!
Friday, April 8, 2011
Day 03- Your Parents
So many parents!
My mama
With Peyton of course! A fabulous lady whom I adore and am so glad to live close to! She is a strong and loving mother who raised 6 kids who are all thriving and reproducing like rabbits. She is a crazy cat lady (but will not admit it) with 5 broken cats. Fred, Tigger, Gary, Gabe and Dewey. We love them all and love her for taking such good care of them (and us!). My mom has always been everyone's "mom." All of my sisters friends used to call her Mom. She's easy to talk to and always has been. I love to watch her interact with Peyton and all of her grandchildren.
My Dad
I was such a daddy's girl when I was little. Well, I guess I was both a mama's and a daddy's girl. Anyway, after my parents got divorced I hardly ever saw him. Like, twice I think. It was hard for us, but I know it was hard for him too. When the four youngest kids were moved to Texas to live with him I blamed him more than my mom for sending us, but it was absolutely a blessing. We all got reconnected and got to connect to Cindy (my stepmom). When Steven and I moved to Washington I cried for two days after saying goodbye to my dad. Silly, I know, but everybody has left them! We will visit, don't worry about never seeing Pey!
Cindy
This is from a play they did together. It was super cute.
Cindy has two boys (older and married) so she was excited to suddenly have two teenage stepdaughters to dress up. She's a very thrifty shopper and would randomly bring us an outfit from an excursion to SteinMart or a consignment shop (I just stopped getting those packages once Peyton arrived hehe). She got me through my first hard break ups. We had ours fights too, but I know she's always there for me.
There, Day 03, like waaay late.
There, Day 03, like waaay late.
Day 02- Your First Love
My first love (singing Endless Love)
Well let's see what we consider as love. Butterflies, can't wait to see him, can't think of anything but him? That was 6th grade. But if we're talking in love I'd say that was high school into college. Why not do both?(Since I'm a day late on this anyway!)
6th grade first love was Steve Mann. We were "going out" for not all that long, but something about that boy made my heart go pitter pat. I used to race home from the bus stop and wait for him to call. Because that's what you did when you had a boyfriend in 6th grade. You waited to have that 5 minute long conversation about nothing and you skated the couple skates when you had skating parties once a month.
First in love was John Green. It seems weird to write his name. We don't even speak to each other anymore. We were such good friends and then it became more. We dated for 2 1/2 years and it was a great relationship. We were so stupid together! It was a fun, carefree love. I don't really know how to go any further into the relationship without feeling like I don't deserve to care about him anymore. I ended the relationship and really ruined any chances of a friendship. But I really miss his friendship. I miss his goofy hair and ridiculous laugh. I find myself wanting to write him a letter apologizing for hurting him the way I did. I want to tell him how proud I am of everything that he has done for himself. But I figure he doesn't care to hear from me so I never write it.
Isn't this supposed to be a happy post? Haha!
So anyhoo, Love love love! My current loves are Steven and Peyton and I love them with all my heart!
On to Day 03!
Well let's see what we consider as love. Butterflies, can't wait to see him, can't think of anything but him? That was 6th grade. But if we're talking in love I'd say that was high school into college. Why not do both?(Since I'm a day late on this anyway!)
6th grade first love was Steve Mann. We were "going out" for not all that long, but something about that boy made my heart go pitter pat. I used to race home from the bus stop and wait for him to call. Because that's what you did when you had a boyfriend in 6th grade. You waited to have that 5 minute long conversation about nothing and you skated the couple skates when you had skating parties once a month.
First in love was John Green. It seems weird to write his name. We don't even speak to each other anymore. We were such good friends and then it became more. We dated for 2 1/2 years and it was a great relationship. We were so stupid together! It was a fun, carefree love. I don't really know how to go any further into the relationship without feeling like I don't deserve to care about him anymore. I ended the relationship and really ruined any chances of a friendship. But I really miss his friendship. I miss his goofy hair and ridiculous laugh. I find myself wanting to write him a letter apologizing for hurting him the way I did. I want to tell him how proud I am of everything that he has done for himself. But I figure he doesn't care to hear from me so I never write it.
Isn't this supposed to be a happy post? Haha!
So anyhoo, Love love love! My current loves are Steven and Peyton and I love them with all my heart!
On to Day 03!
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Day 01- Introduce Yourself
I guess this is as good a time as any to introduce myself. Although anyone reading this most likely already knows me.
I'm Mandy McDonald, formerly Holbrook. I was born and raised in Washington. Moved to Texas when I was a freshman in HS and moved back to Washington June 2010. I have 3 brothers and 2 sisters and every one of has has kids or kids on the way (or both!).
I went to school for Music Education and have a BM and am one class away from a MM. I met my husband in college. He has both his BM and MM. He's a great hubby and I love him dearly.
We have a 7 month old baby who is absolutely the most awesome baby in the whole world. She's adorable and sweet and I couldn't have asked for a better child. We'll see how the next 18 years go, I may eat my words. Like right now, it is "find anything I'm not supposed to have" time.
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I'm Mandy McDonald, formerly Holbrook. I was born and raised in Washington. Moved to Texas when I was a freshman in HS and moved back to Washington June 2010. I have 3 brothers and 2 sisters and every one of has has kids or kids on the way (or both!).
I went to school for Music Education and have a BM and am one class away from a MM. I met my husband in college. He has both his BM and MM. He's a great hubby and I love him dearly.
We have a 7 month old baby who is absolutely the most awesome baby in the whole world. She's adorable and sweet and I couldn't have asked for a better child. We'll see how the next 18 years go, I may eat my words. Like right now, it is "find anything I'm not supposed to have" time.
End scene.
Challenge!
I stole this from Amanda. I hope I keep it up.
Day 01 - Introduce Yourself
Day 02 - Your First Love
Day 03 - Your Parents
Day 04 - What You Ate Today
Day 05 - Your Definition Of Love
Day 06 - Your Day
Day 07 - Your Best Friend
Day 08 - A Moment
Day 09 - Your Beliefs
Day 10 - What You Wore Today
Day 11 - Your Siblings
Day 12 - What's In Your Bag
Day 13 - This Week
Day 14 - What You Wore Today
Day 15 - Your First Kiss
Day 16 - Your Dreams
Day 17 - Your Favorite Birthday
Day 18 - Your Favorite Memory
Day 19 - Something You Regret
Day 20 - This Month
Day 21 - Another Moment
Day 22 - Something That Upsets You
Day 23 - Something That Makes You Feel Better
Day 24 - Something That Makes You Cry
Day 25 - A First
Day 26 - Your Fears
Day 27 - Your Favorite Place
Day 28 - Something That You Miss
Day 29 - Your Aspirations
Day 30 - One Last Moment
Day 01 - Introduce Yourself
Day 02 - Your First Love
Day 03 - Your Parents
Day 04 - What You Ate Today
Day 05 - Your Definition Of Love
Day 06 - Your Day
Day 07 - Your Best Friend
Day 08 - A Moment
Day 09 - Your Beliefs
Day 10 - What You Wore Today
Day 11 - Your Siblings
Day 12 - What's In Your Bag
Day 13 - This Week
Day 14 - What You Wore Today
Day 15 - Your First Kiss
Day 16 - Your Dreams
Day 17 - Your Favorite Birthday
Day 18 - Your Favorite Memory
Day 19 - Something You Regret
Day 20 - This Month
Day 21 - Another Moment
Day 22 - Something That Upsets You
Day 23 - Something That Makes You Feel Better
Day 24 - Something That Makes You Cry
Day 25 - A First
Day 26 - Your Fears
Day 27 - Your Favorite Place
Day 28 - Something That You Miss
Day 29 - Your Aspirations
Day 30 - One Last Moment
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
A Rant to Begin
Well, I read a couple blogs and decided to have one of my own. I went back and read some of my old Xanga posts and they were quite entertaining so I figured the world deserves my mad writing skillz once again.
And now for the rant. Somebody really annoyed me on Facebook yesterday and it inspired me to write down my thoughts.
Here's what annoyed me:
A friend posted this as her status.
I know I need me time. But the need for that all goes away when I get her laughing at me for saying "mama." Or when she starts singing along to whatever is on Toddler Tunes.
Phew. I think that gets it all off my chest.
And now for the rant. Somebody really annoyed me on Facebook yesterday and it inspired me to write down my thoughts.
Here's what annoyed me:
A friend posted this as her status.
Now, I know everyone will raise their kids how they want. I'm not saying what I'm doing works for everyone, but don't assume I'm some disgusting person who doesn't shower or understand my child's needs because you took a parenting class. And it's not about getting my freedom back. My life is so much better now that I have my baby girl and I would not change anything about it! She is everything to me and I will make sacrifices for her all day, every day. This guy is obviously missing his "life of freedom" before he had a kid. I don't miss it. Going out with people and drinking is not worth trying to pump enough milk to make sure Peyton doesn't go hungry while I'm out.
I know I need me time. But the need for that all goes away when I get her laughing at me for saying "mama." Or when she starts singing along to whatever is on Toddler Tunes.
Phew. I think that gets it all off my chest.
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