Abby was in the bath the other day and we were having a grand old time. She has these foam bath letters and I was playing the Stick The L On The Baby's Forehead And Laugh Hysterically game. Then it dawned on me. This would make a great blog photo and might finally convince the people from CPS to come and take all the midgies. Score. Two goals accomplished. Have fun at my child's expense - check. Get rid of all these kids so I can live the life of luxury - check.
I managed to pry myself up from the bathroom floor intending to get the camera to perserve this moment of mother daughter bonding. As I stood, Abby stood. I was telling her to sit down. She squatted. I cocked my head to the side and thought, that's different. Then it hit me.
Squatting.
Baby.
No Good.
I asked her what she was doing and as she stood up, I heard it - PLOP PLOP. That's right folks, two turds fell into the bathwater. I started laughing and had to do the cross legged hysteria dance. Then she plopped into the bathwater. Then the turds started floating toward her. Then I called for her father because, ewwwwwwwww - turds with corn in them! Then she started freaking. It was great.
PS: Bonus love to whoever can guess what movie the line's from.
PSS: Yes, 1980 something did call and ask me to stop quoting old ass movie lines.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Friday, January 25, 2008
My Little Rembrandt
Let me preface this by saying I come from a highly artistic family. My mom is an amazing artist. My dad and brother both sing and play guitar. My sister is an excellent writer. Then there is me. ZERO talent. It somehow skipped right over me. I played clarinet in Jr. High and I'm so tone deaf others had to tune their instruments to mine. I got a D in art class. Total suckage!
Apparently, my little Kelly managed to avoid the I suck at all things art gene and inherited some artistic talent. Now, white girl has NO rhythmn but she can do ballet beautifully. She totally looks like Carlton during Jazz or Tap class (you know, because it requires the rhythmn gene). However, I recently found out that she can draw. Here is her self portrait that was posted on her school website:
If I had to draw this in art class it would have looked like a Picasso picture - lopsided features, weird shapes, etc.
Apparently, my little Kelly managed to avoid the I suck at all things art gene and inherited some artistic talent. Now, white girl has NO rhythmn but she can do ballet beautifully. She totally looks like Carlton during Jazz or Tap class (you know, because it requires the rhythmn gene). However, I recently found out that she can draw. Here is her self portrait that was posted on her school website:
If I had to draw this in art class it would have looked like a Picasso picture - lopsided features, weird shapes, etc.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Finally - For Sasha
Since sweet Sasha has been asking, I finally got a picture of what I wore to the wedding:
L to R: my brother, MOI, the groom, the beautiful bride, and the parentals
I like this shot because it helps hide the extra asses I seem to have!
L to R: my brother, MOI, the groom, the beautiful bride, and the parentals
I like this shot because it helps hide the extra asses I seem to have!
Monday, January 21, 2008
Answers Updated
Yayyyyy - I got another question from the lovely and inspiring Deb over at missivefromsuburbia.blogspot.com (yeah, so much easier to type in the url instead of the link thing! I promise that I'll get Firefox one of these days because my posts look like they have multiple personality disorder with some being all type and some having the pretty effects! Just call my blog Britney, bitch)
Deb asked me what it was like being a stepmother and if I was worried about it before we got married?
I'll answer the easy part first. I wasn't worried about it before we got married because I'd already had a taste of it prior to that time. Hubby and I tied the knot on 7.25.06. I knew going in that I was marrying him and all his baggage...there were no blinders, there were no rose tinted glasses. I already knew the ugly naked truth.
Now, that being said, being a stepmother is like shoving toothpicks into your veins. Painful and something you realize quickly you don't want to do! Now, before anyone freaks out, I know there are some stepfamilies that get along just fine and everything is hunky dory (ie: Hubby and my kids) but Deb asked ME what it was like so I'm answering from my perspective.
Hubby's oldest son lived with us from August of 06 to July of 07. Every single day was pure hell. Hubby and I were at each other's throats and the house had a general air of noone wanting to be there. This year is how I knew my marriage would last - if we can make it through that year, we are good to go!
You see, Hubby's children - particularly his oldest - weren't happy with the parent's split. Oldest wanted his parent's back together and asked several times why this couldn't happen, even while Hubby and I were living together, engaged, and pregnant. His general attitude toward me was - you are nothing more than my dad's girlfriend and I will not listen to a thing you say. He broke/bucked every rule we had in place. He wanted to go home to his mother (who lives in PA - hence all the references to Hubby's trips there) by Christmas but Hubby made him finish out the year. Stepson decided that he would do everything in his power to make us regret that decision.
Both of his children live in an environment without a lot of discipline or follow through. They aren't used to rules and regulations. They don't like my house. They don't like me.
So, after our year of hell, I had to figure out how to make things enjoyable when they come to visit. Afterall, they are Hubby's flesh and blood and I want their time with us to be spent as pleasantly as possible. Last summer when they flew out, I had a long talk with Hubby and explained to him the things that make me crazy - mostly coming home to find my house trashed and every rule we have in place ignored. I made sure that he was the first one home. I found errands to run and people to see. I would get home around 6 or 7 each night which gave Hubby time to get things returned to normal and spend more quality time with the boys.
You know what? The visit was actually pleasant. I found that since I was able to nag less, Hubby was more willing to step up to the plate and make sure rules were enforced. Because I could see him taking care of issues, I became less bitchy and more willing to be home.
The short answer is: being a step parent is just that. If there are two parents who are involved (involved being the key word), your place will never be anything more than as dad's wife or mom's husband. Once you can accept that and let go, being a step parent is not to terrible.
Disclaimer: this is written purely from my own perspective of what I have dealt with. It is not meant to be construed as expert advice or a definite of example of what having step kids is like. My own husband's perspective on this would be much different than mine. Obviously, specific examples of issues have not been disclosed since I don't want Hubby thinking all I do is bash his kids or his ex-wife. As far as the ex wife goes, I could fill a post but since she's not my ex, I will refrain for Hubby's sake. That doesn't mean its not open season on my ex! Also, if anyone has any great tips on dealing with steppies, I would love to hear them!!!
Deb asked me what it was like being a stepmother and if I was worried about it before we got married?
I'll answer the easy part first. I wasn't worried about it before we got married because I'd already had a taste of it prior to that time. Hubby and I tied the knot on 7.25.06. I knew going in that I was marrying him and all his baggage...there were no blinders, there were no rose tinted glasses. I already knew the ugly naked truth.
Now, that being said, being a stepmother is like shoving toothpicks into your veins. Painful and something you realize quickly you don't want to do! Now, before anyone freaks out, I know there are some stepfamilies that get along just fine and everything is hunky dory (ie: Hubby and my kids) but Deb asked ME what it was like so I'm answering from my perspective.
Hubby's oldest son lived with us from August of 06 to July of 07. Every single day was pure hell. Hubby and I were at each other's throats and the house had a general air of noone wanting to be there. This year is how I knew my marriage would last - if we can make it through that year, we are good to go!
You see, Hubby's children - particularly his oldest - weren't happy with the parent's split. Oldest wanted his parent's back together and asked several times why this couldn't happen, even while Hubby and I were living together, engaged, and pregnant. His general attitude toward me was - you are nothing more than my dad's girlfriend and I will not listen to a thing you say. He broke/bucked every rule we had in place. He wanted to go home to his mother (who lives in PA - hence all the references to Hubby's trips there) by Christmas but Hubby made him finish out the year. Stepson decided that he would do everything in his power to make us regret that decision.
Both of his children live in an environment without a lot of discipline or follow through. They aren't used to rules and regulations. They don't like my house. They don't like me.
So, after our year of hell, I had to figure out how to make things enjoyable when they come to visit. Afterall, they are Hubby's flesh and blood and I want their time with us to be spent as pleasantly as possible. Last summer when they flew out, I had a long talk with Hubby and explained to him the things that make me crazy - mostly coming home to find my house trashed and every rule we have in place ignored. I made sure that he was the first one home. I found errands to run and people to see. I would get home around 6 or 7 each night which gave Hubby time to get things returned to normal and spend more quality time with the boys.
You know what? The visit was actually pleasant. I found that since I was able to nag less, Hubby was more willing to step up to the plate and make sure rules were enforced. Because I could see him taking care of issues, I became less bitchy and more willing to be home.
The short answer is: being a step parent is just that. If there are two parents who are involved (involved being the key word), your place will never be anything more than as dad's wife or mom's husband. Once you can accept that and let go, being a step parent is not to terrible.
Disclaimer: this is written purely from my own perspective of what I have dealt with. It is not meant to be construed as expert advice or a definite of example of what having step kids is like. My own husband's perspective on this would be much different than mine. Obviously, specific examples of issues have not been disclosed since I don't want Hubby thinking all I do is bash his kids or his ex-wife. As far as the ex wife goes, I could fill a post but since she's not my ex, I will refrain for Hubby's sake. That doesn't mean its not open season on my ex! Also, if anyone has any great tips on dealing with steppies, I would love to hear them!!!
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Fuck You Hormones
Anyone who has seen the movie, "Knocked Up", will totally get the title. Oh wait, that makes it sound like I'm leading in to tell everyone I'm pregnant, doesn't it? Am I? Holy Shit.
Nah, I had the plumbing welded closed when the baby was born. I don't want any more surprise, thankyouverymuch! Especially after the last few days with the Queen of Hormones. Is that me, you ask? No, it sure as hell isn't. My daughter, Kelly, can make my PMS look like a day at the park. Now, I totally understand why children don't come with instruction manuals. Its for people like me who would immediately start flipping through until something caught their eye. I'm telling you, if I read the chapter in the imaginary Childrearing for Dummies book on puberty, I would have taken Kelly back for a full refund before the 30 days expired. Or traded her in for the male model.
Those of you with daughters under the age of 3, AVERT YOUR EYES NOW. Do it quickly. This top secret classified information is guaranteed to scar you and scare you.
I have a theory. Puberty in girls begins at birth. Its not really noticable until they begin to speak coherently. Its like a preface of what is to come. However, at that age, they are still so cute that you are lulled by a false sense of security. The mini tantrums, the stubborness, the testing of authority, they are usually attributed to Terrible Twos. That lets us mom's believe there is an end in site. YOU ARE BEING FOOLED! There is no end in site. It is not Terrible Twos, Threes, Ferocious Fours or any other cute name you can come up with. It's puberty. And it only gets worse. Horribly, terribly, scarily worse.
I remember a cute day when my little angel was about 2.5 or 3. I had just finished getting her dressed and fixing her hair when she started wailing. Mildly disturbed, I asked her what was wrong. Her answer? Her hair things didn't match her outfit. I should have run like hell at that point. Run and never looked back. Instead, I found the story mildly amusing. "Awww, isn't it cute that she likes to match?" NO, the correct answer is NO, it isn't cute...its scarey and its your first dose of things to come. If your precious little daughter has done something along these lines - this is your warning. GET OUT.
Now, my cute and darling little girl is almost 13. The last year has been hell. The tears shed for no reason. The attitude dished out. The blatant disregard for rules. The tone of voice when speaking to me. The looks of "Don't close your eyes to go to sleep tonight, Bitch" (ok, that might be on both our sides!) H. E. L. L. Nothing in life can prepare you for this. NOTHING. I don't care if you labored without drugs for 36 hours and delivered a 10 lb baby with a 3rd degree tear up to your poop chute. That's a breeze compared to what's coming.
I know some of you are reading and thinking I'm exaggerating. Let me give you some recent examples:
1. Copious amounts of tears shed because her plate fell on the floor and then full blown sobbing because when she was picking up the destroyed dinner, the knife fell and knocked her glass over. Gotta admit, I laughed which didn't help things.
2. Copious tears shed because her brother laughed when she fell off her chair.
3. Copious tears shed because her hair won't go the way she wants.
4. Copious tears shed because her brother told her she wouldn't be the baby anymore while I was pregnant.
5. Copious tears shed because she got yelled at for spilling hot chocolate in the living room because she didn't think it was her fault even though there aren't supposed to be drinks taken outside the kitchen for just this reason. Apparently, it was Sean's fault because he was throwing Abby's Pooh at her...although when she was telling the story I thought she literally meant Sean was throwing POO at her.
Its a wonder the child doesn't suffer from dehydration.
When she's not crying or wailing or moaning, she's not speaking to me. Literally. I will ask her questions and she will not answer. She won't look at me. She won't even twitch to show she heard me. It makes me want to put her over my knee and paddle her ass.
I know mothers and daughters make it through this. I survived. However, I'm thinking it's only by a thin margin that mothers don't kill their daughters. Maybe that's what materal instinct really is. Lucky Lucky Me, I get to do it all over again. Damn pregnancy hormones that had me longing for another little girl!
For any mothers that have made it through, how did you do it? Did you lock her in her room? Gag her? Drink a lot to get through?
Nah, I had the plumbing welded closed when the baby was born. I don't want any more surprise, thankyouverymuch! Especially after the last few days with the Queen of Hormones. Is that me, you ask? No, it sure as hell isn't. My daughter, Kelly, can make my PMS look like a day at the park. Now, I totally understand why children don't come with instruction manuals. Its for people like me who would immediately start flipping through until something caught their eye. I'm telling you, if I read the chapter in the imaginary Childrearing for Dummies book on puberty, I would have taken Kelly back for a full refund before the 30 days expired. Or traded her in for the male model.
Those of you with daughters under the age of 3, AVERT YOUR EYES NOW. Do it quickly. This top secret classified information is guaranteed to scar you and scare you.
I have a theory. Puberty in girls begins at birth. Its not really noticable until they begin to speak coherently. Its like a preface of what is to come. However, at that age, they are still so cute that you are lulled by a false sense of security. The mini tantrums, the stubborness, the testing of authority, they are usually attributed to Terrible Twos. That lets us mom's believe there is an end in site. YOU ARE BEING FOOLED! There is no end in site. It is not Terrible Twos, Threes, Ferocious Fours or any other cute name you can come up with. It's puberty. And it only gets worse. Horribly, terribly, scarily worse.
I remember a cute day when my little angel was about 2.5 or 3. I had just finished getting her dressed and fixing her hair when she started wailing. Mildly disturbed, I asked her what was wrong. Her answer? Her hair things didn't match her outfit. I should have run like hell at that point. Run and never looked back. Instead, I found the story mildly amusing. "Awww, isn't it cute that she likes to match?" NO, the correct answer is NO, it isn't cute...its scarey and its your first dose of things to come. If your precious little daughter has done something along these lines - this is your warning. GET OUT.
Now, my cute and darling little girl is almost 13. The last year has been hell. The tears shed for no reason. The attitude dished out. The blatant disregard for rules. The tone of voice when speaking to me. The looks of "Don't close your eyes to go to sleep tonight, Bitch" (ok, that might be on both our sides!) H. E. L. L. Nothing in life can prepare you for this. NOTHING. I don't care if you labored without drugs for 36 hours and delivered a 10 lb baby with a 3rd degree tear up to your poop chute. That's a breeze compared to what's coming.
I know some of you are reading and thinking I'm exaggerating. Let me give you some recent examples:
1. Copious amounts of tears shed because her plate fell on the floor and then full blown sobbing because when she was picking up the destroyed dinner, the knife fell and knocked her glass over. Gotta admit, I laughed which didn't help things.
2. Copious tears shed because her brother laughed when she fell off her chair.
3. Copious tears shed because her hair won't go the way she wants.
4. Copious tears shed because her brother told her she wouldn't be the baby anymore while I was pregnant.
5. Copious tears shed because she got yelled at for spilling hot chocolate in the living room because she didn't think it was her fault even though there aren't supposed to be drinks taken outside the kitchen for just this reason. Apparently, it was Sean's fault because he was throwing Abby's Pooh at her...although when she was telling the story I thought she literally meant Sean was throwing POO at her.
Its a wonder the child doesn't suffer from dehydration.
When she's not crying or wailing or moaning, she's not speaking to me. Literally. I will ask her questions and she will not answer. She won't look at me. She won't even twitch to show she heard me. It makes me want to put her over my knee and paddle her ass.
I know mothers and daughters make it through this. I survived. However, I'm thinking it's only by a thin margin that mothers don't kill their daughters. Maybe that's what materal instinct really is. Lucky Lucky Me, I get to do it all over again. Damn pregnancy hormones that had me longing for another little girl!
For any mothers that have made it through, how did you do it? Did you lock her in her room? Gag her? Drink a lot to get through?
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Answers
So, after a dismal showing on my brilliant brain flash of ask me any questions - here are the answers for 2 of my favorite girls who asked:
Tina* asked - how did I meet my hubby and was it love at first site:
Funny story here Tina. After my divorce in 2000, I started going back to school. As part of my great financial aid package, I qualified for student loans so I decided to purchase my first my first computer complete with internet. At the time, I found this great game for a completedork music buff like me - Rock N Roll Jeopardy (yes, a computerized version of the TV show from VH-1). Fast forward a year or so. I had to discontinue with school because it was too much while raising the kidlets and working full time and the kidlets needed me around. Viola - I still had this shiny new computer and access to this game. THEN a miracle occurred. I found out it had a chat room. For a bored, lonely, single women who no longer had any real adult interaction - this was a gold mine. I actually met Hubby's then wife first. I spent a lot of time listening to her bitch about what a shitty guy he was, how she was leaving him, etc all while watching her make several online connections. I knew who her/my hubby was but I never really talked to him. I wasn't into messing with married men and I wasn't really looking for an online connection - just friendship. Fast forward again about a year or so and Hubby finally found out what was going on with the ex. He also knew who I was and what I had been through and we started talking about coping with divorce and life after divorce, etc. One thing led to another and one night I was pretty upset about the fact that I wasn't ever going to find anyone who was interested in me and he said, "There is someone". I replied, "Who?". He replied, "Me." After I was able to pick my jaw up from the desk, I was totally flattered (he was the type online to only let people in so far and kept everyone at arm's length). One thing led to another and we spent every spare minute at home talking through IM or on the phone (this started in October) and we finally met in January.
So to answer your question, I met my Hubby online and yes, it was love at first sight since we had a few months to develop our relationship before ever meeting. Now, neither of us hardly ever get online and it's still love at first sight every day when I see him!
Sasha* asked:
1. What did I wear to the wedding: I can't find a decent picture on our camera's that show me - lots of me looking very drunk and goofy but no good ones of my dress. I'll try to take a picture of the dress tonight and also post some of me dancing so you can see how it looks like I stuffed two fighting cats into the ass end of my pantyhose while I dance!
2. All time favorite cocktail: I don't really have one as I rarely drink hard liquor but when I do, I like a good margarita or a good cosmo. I usually just drink wine.
3. All time favorite song: Whiter Shade of Pale by Procul Harum. Hands Down my favorite. In close running is: Just The Way You Are by Billy Joel, Wonderful World by Satchmo (Louis Armstrong), How Great Thou Art (thanks, Nana!! that ones for you), Since I've Been Loving You by Led Zeppelin, Ballad of Curtis Lowe by Skynard....this list could get really long so I'll leave it there.
4. Book? Holy cow, that's a toughie since I own over 200 books but I'd have to say its not just one book, its a series. The Dark Tower series by Stephen King. I can lose myself in Roland's world and everytime I read them, I fall a little more in love with Roland. Guess I like the bad boys! My favorite book as a child was, Grover's Book of Everything or something like that - its Grover going through a museum and each room is full of objects that are the same. That and the Richard Scary books.
5. Do I like Reality TV? Hmmmm, lets see if I can answer this - my TV schedule revolves around these shows at the moment: Amazing Race, Biggest Loser, Celebrity Rehab, LA Ink, Intervention. So, yes, I do like reality TV but not all of it. I'm also addicted to documentaries - like on Court TV, A&E, Discovery Health, TLC, and MSNBC. I'm not a huge fan of things like Survivor (although I used to be, I'm just a tad bit tired of it), Scott Baio shows, Flavor Flav shows. I have to admit to watching a Very Brady Wedding though (or whatever that was called).
*Safari won't let me do links and I'm too lazy to download Firefox at work so if you want to see these ladies great blogs, check out the blog roll.
On the strange off chance that anyone else asks any questions, I will add them here! Thanks again for playing ladies!
Tina* asked - how did I meet my hubby and was it love at first site:
Funny story here Tina. After my divorce in 2000, I started going back to school. As part of my great financial aid package, I qualified for student loans so I decided to purchase my first my first computer complete with internet. At the time, I found this great game for a complete
So to answer your question, I met my Hubby online and yes, it was love at first sight since we had a few months to develop our relationship before ever meeting. Now, neither of us hardly ever get online and it's still love at first sight every day when I see him!
Sasha* asked:
1. What did I wear to the wedding: I can't find a decent picture on our camera's that show me - lots of me looking very drunk and goofy but no good ones of my dress. I'll try to take a picture of the dress tonight and also post some of me dancing so you can see how it looks like I stuffed two fighting cats into the ass end of my pantyhose while I dance!
2. All time favorite cocktail: I don't really have one as I rarely drink hard liquor but when I do, I like a good margarita or a good cosmo. I usually just drink wine.
3. All time favorite song: Whiter Shade of Pale by Procul Harum. Hands Down my favorite. In close running is: Just The Way You Are by Billy Joel, Wonderful World by Satchmo (Louis Armstrong), How Great Thou Art (thanks, Nana!! that ones for you), Since I've Been Loving You by Led Zeppelin, Ballad of Curtis Lowe by Skynard....this list could get really long so I'll leave it there.
4. Book? Holy cow, that's a toughie since I own over 200 books but I'd have to say its not just one book, its a series. The Dark Tower series by Stephen King. I can lose myself in Roland's world and everytime I read them, I fall a little more in love with Roland. Guess I like the bad boys! My favorite book as a child was, Grover's Book of Everything or something like that - its Grover going through a museum and each room is full of objects that are the same. That and the Richard Scary books.
5. Do I like Reality TV? Hmmmm, lets see if I can answer this - my TV schedule revolves around these shows at the moment: Amazing Race, Biggest Loser, Celebrity Rehab, LA Ink, Intervention. So, yes, I do like reality TV but not all of it. I'm also addicted to documentaries - like on Court TV, A&E, Discovery Health, TLC, and MSNBC. I'm not a huge fan of things like Survivor (although I used to be, I'm just a tad bit tired of it), Scott Baio shows, Flavor Flav shows. I have to admit to watching a Very Brady Wedding though (or whatever that was called).
*Safari won't let me do links and I'm too lazy to download Firefox at work so if you want to see these ladies great blogs, check out the blog roll.
On the strange off chance that anyone else asks any questions, I will add them here! Thanks again for playing ladies!
Monday, January 14, 2008
Ask Me....I Dare You
For the last 60 posts or so, I have been telling the cyber world all I want them to know about me. Apparently, I'm really boring because I've had a sad lack of material lately and I can't even say its because I was busy at work. This should make me reevaluate my life and determine that I should do more for mankind. So, along those lines, I'm turning this over to you guys. This is your chance. We've all done the thousands of MeMe's but you know when you read someone's blog for so long, you have questions you want answered. In short, its like you are reading someone's diary but since its their diary, they already know the details and you feel like you're missing part of the story.
This little exercise has several advantages:
1. Blog Material
2. (Hopefully) more comments
3. Ummm....ok, there are only 2 advantages but hey, they are good ones!
Now is your chance....ask away. I promise no question will be off limits (hell, has anything been off limits here???) I promise to answer them all. Those of you who are reading and not commenting, this is your chance. Come to the dark side and join me!
Disclaimer: it will really hurt my feelings if noone asks me any questions so, don't make me get my multiple personalities out and sign them up to blogger just so it makes it look like I have readers...that strategy didn't work for me in school and I doubt it will work for me here. I really don't want to lookmore pathetic!
This little exercise has several advantages:
1. Blog Material
2. (Hopefully) more comments
3. Ummm....ok, there are only 2 advantages but hey, they are good ones!
Now is your chance....ask away. I promise no question will be off limits (hell, has anything been off limits here???) I promise to answer them all. Those of you who are reading and not commenting, this is your chance. Come to the dark side and join me!
Disclaimer: it will really hurt my feelings if noone asks me any questions so, don't make me get my multiple personalities out and sign them up to blogger just so it makes it look like I have readers...that strategy didn't work for me in school and I doubt it will work for me here. I really don't want to look
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Where Have I Been?
Couple of updates for those who have been anxiously waiting (all...ummm... zero of you). It has been a crazy crazy week!
The big wedding was Saturday. I lookedreally nice freaking hot if I say so myself! The wedding was beautiful. I promise to post pictures as soon as I can find some that I don't totally look freaking bombed in since I wouldn't want to shatter my well developed illusion of being a nice, sweet, wholesome girl. Oh yeah, did I mention? I got completely hammered...falling down, throwing up, wishing I would die drunk. NOT. PRETTY. I haven't been like that in years. I'm a total lightweight and usually one glass of wine is more than sufficient. I'm pretty sure I drank the equivalent of at least a bottle over the course of the night. A great time was had however - at least until the next day.
I'm sure I mentioned this but my sister's best friend for the last 15 years or so married them. She wrote the whole ceremony and it was moving, touching, emotional, and downright beautiful. My sister looked gorgeous - as I expected. It was a great but intimate party and just perfect for her. I couldn't be happier.
What I'm not sure I mentioned is, my baby sister is my hero. She is beautiful, smart, and so accomplished. She has a man who adores the ground she walks on and we all love him. My heart was just filled with joy for her - for this wonderful person who has been in my life for 28 years and left her footprints on every inch of my soul. (Dammit, I'm getting all teary eyed just typing this!). She has held my hand at my darkest times. She has dried my tears. She has been the shoulder I've leaned on. She has been the first one I tell my news to, both the good and the bad. She has the ears that have listened, the words that have healed, and a heart that has broken with mine. She has never asked anything in return, instead, just being there when I've needed her. My sister has the rare combination of both inner and outer beauty and to see her just glow with happiness has been the best gift I could receive. Ok, moving on before I dissolve into a complete puddle of mush!
Some of my dad's family came in from RI and it was great to have them there. His brother got married in 1986 and his sister got married in 1978 and to this day, they are still so in love with their spouses. It was so awesome to see. They still kiss and hold hands and hug each other. It was just a great weekend for love!
On the total other hand, my items I ordered for the boudoir came in but I can't test them until the Red Sea departs! I will be sure to give you my take on them - I ordered a couple of the things that Ashley suggested (the heart massager, the candle) and a few things she didn't!
The big wedding was Saturday. I looked
I'm sure I mentioned this but my sister's best friend for the last 15 years or so married them. She wrote the whole ceremony and it was moving, touching, emotional, and downright beautiful. My sister looked gorgeous - as I expected. It was a great but intimate party and just perfect for her. I couldn't be happier.
What I'm not sure I mentioned is, my baby sister is my hero. She is beautiful, smart, and so accomplished. She has a man who adores the ground she walks on and we all love him. My heart was just filled with joy for her - for this wonderful person who has been in my life for 28 years and left her footprints on every inch of my soul. (Dammit, I'm getting all teary eyed just typing this!). She has held my hand at my darkest times. She has dried my tears. She has been the shoulder I've leaned on. She has been the first one I tell my news to, both the good and the bad. She has the ears that have listened, the words that have healed, and a heart that has broken with mine. She has never asked anything in return, instead, just being there when I've needed her. My sister has the rare combination of both inner and outer beauty and to see her just glow with happiness has been the best gift I could receive. Ok, moving on before I dissolve into a complete puddle of mush!
Some of my dad's family came in from RI and it was great to have them there. His brother got married in 1986 and his sister got married in 1978 and to this day, they are still so in love with their spouses. It was so awesome to see. They still kiss and hold hands and hug each other. It was just a great weekend for love!
On the total other hand, my items I ordered for the boudoir came in but I can't test them until the Red Sea departs! I will be sure to give you my take on them - I ordered a couple of the things that Ashley suggested (the heart massager, the candle) and a few things she didn't!
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
Me Birthday MEME
The Birth Month Meme lists a bunch of traits for each birth month and you are supposed to see which ones are so you. The rules for this meme are…copy and paste the 12 months and their characteristics, highlight the traits that are yours and, make some snide comment about it, or you can be serious too, whatever flips your skirt. Then tag 12 of your closest and dearest friends…or, just randomly pick 12 blogs. Or, if you are me, you will just leave it open for whomever wants to do it...
Now, back to me:
I'm an April baby so lets see how I measure up to my month -
Active: Yeah, I don't think I'd look like I stuff a Goodyear down my pants if I was active
Decisive and hasty but tends to regret: Hellooooo I'm on my second marriage...that should say it all
Attractive and affectionate to oneself: If you've been reading, you'll know that I'm VERY affectionate to myself!
Loves attention: Again...I'm the original comment whore. 'Nuff Said.
Diplomatic: Not so much - if I had a trace of diplomacy, I sure as hell wouldn't share things about itchy buttholes or tendency to fall asleep using toys.
Brave and fearless: see above
Yeah, the rest of these are so much NOT me that I think I'm just going to read each month and pick out the traits I like....I mean, really, for April it says sexy in a way only their lover can see? That's just wrong.
So, here is my new list of traits. Since I'm taking them from each month of the year, I wonder if that makes me a Calendar Girl....
January: Sensitive and has deep thoughts - just call me Jack Handy
February: Intelligent and Clever. Attractive. Sexy.
March: Attractive personality. Sexy. Affectionate.
May: Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally.
June: Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Talkative. Daydreamer. Friendly. Knows how to make friends.
July: Fun to be with. Witty and sparkly.
August: Loves to joke. Attractive. Suave and caring. Brave and fearless. Firm and has leadership qualities.
September: Good Lord, September's a more sucky month than April.
October: Loves to chat. Loves those who loves them. Loves to take things at the center. Inner and physical beauty.
November: Yeah, add November to the month of sucky qualities!
December: Loyal and generous. Sexy
There you have it - the qualities of me by the months of the year! Damn I'm awesome!!!!
JANUARY: Stubborn and hard-hearted. Ambitious and serious. Loves to teach and be taught. Always looking at people’s flaws and weaknesses. Likes to criticize. Hardworking and productive. Smart, neat and organized. Sensitive and has deep thoughts. Knows how to make others happy. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Rather reserved. Highly attentive. Resistant to illnesses but prone to colds. Romantic but has difficulties expressing love. Loves children. Loyal. Has great social abilities yet easily jealous. Very stubborn and money cautious.
FEBRUARY: Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. Sexy. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest and loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizes dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.
MARCH: Attractive personality. Sexy. Affectionate. Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Loves to serve others. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Observant and assesses others. Revengeful. Loves to dream and fantasize. Loves traveling. Loves attention. Hasty decisions in choosing partners. Loves home decors. Musically talented. Loves special things. Moody.
APRIL: Active and dynamic. Decisive and hasty but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people’s problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Emotional. Aggressive. Hasty. Good memory. Moving. Motivates oneself and others. Sickness usually of the head and chest. Sexy in a way that only their lover can see.
MAY: Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves traveling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having many children. Hardworking. High spirited. Spendthrift.
JUNE: Thinks far with vision. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating, tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Talkative. Daydreamer. Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Able to show character. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Brand conscious. Executive. Stubborn.
JULY: Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people’s feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Likes to be quiet. Homely person. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Prone to having stomach and dieting problems. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.
AUGUST: Loves to joke. Attractive. Suave and caring. Brave and fearless. Firm and has leadership qualities. Knows how to console others. Too generous and egoistic. Takes high pride in oneself. Thirsty for praises. Extraordinary spirit. Easily angered. Angry when provoked. Easily jealous. Observant. Careful and cautious. Thinks quickly. Independent thoughts. Loves to lead and to be led. Loves to dream. Talented in the arts, music and defense. Sensitive but not petty. Poor resistance against illnesses. Learns to relax. Hasty and trusty. Romantic. Loving and caring. Loves to make friends.
SEPTEMBER: Suave and compromising. Careful, cautious and organized. Likes to point out people’s mistakes. Likes to criticize. Stubborn. Quiet but able to talk well. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal but not always honest. Does work well. Very confident. Sensitive. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Must control oneself when criticizing. Able to motivate oneself. Understanding. Fun to be around. Secretive. Loves leisure and traveling. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Very choosy, especially in relationships. Systematic.
OCTOBER: Loves to chat. Loves those who loves them. Loves to take things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn’t pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care of what others think. Emotional. Decisive. Strong clairvoyance. Loves to travel, the arts and literature. Touchy and easily jealous. Concerned. Loves outdoors. Just and fair. Spendthrift. Easily influenced. Easily loses confidence. Loves children.
NOVEMBER: Has a lot of ideas. Difficult to fathom. Thinks forward. Unique and brilliant. Extraordinary ideas. Sharp thinking. Fine and strong clairvoyance. Can become good doctors. Dynamic in personality. Secretive. Inquisitive. Knows how to dig secrets. Always thinking. Less talkative but amiable. Brave and generous. Patient. Stubborn and hard-hearted. If there is a will, there is a way. Determined. Never give up. Hardly becomes angry unless provoked. Loves to be alone. Thinks differently from others. Sharp-minded. Motivates oneself. Does not appreciate praises. High-spirited. Well-built and tough. Deep love and emotions. Romantic. Uncertain in relationships. Homely. Hardworking. High abilities. Trustworthy. Honest and keeps secrets. Not able to control emotions. Unpredictable.
DECEMBER: Loyal and generous. Sexy. Patriotic. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Loves to socialize. Loves praises. Loves attention. Loves to be loved. Honest and trustworthy. Not pretending. Short tempered. Changing personality. Not egotistic. Take high pride in oneself. Hates restrictions. Loves to joke. Good sense of humor. Logical.
Now, back to me:
I'm an April baby so lets see how I measure up to my month -
Active: Yeah, I don't think I'd look like I stuff a Goodyear down my pants if I was active
Decisive and hasty but tends to regret: Hellooooo I'm on my second marriage...that should say it all
Attractive and affectionate to oneself: If you've been reading, you'll know that I'm VERY affectionate to myself!
Loves attention: Again...I'm the original comment whore. 'Nuff Said.
Diplomatic: Not so much - if I had a trace of diplomacy, I sure as hell wouldn't share things about itchy buttholes or tendency to fall asleep using toys.
Brave and fearless: see above
Yeah, the rest of these are so much NOT me that I think I'm just going to read each month and pick out the traits I like....I mean, really, for April it says sexy in a way only their lover can see? That's just wrong.
So, here is my new list of traits. Since I'm taking them from each month of the year, I wonder if that makes me a Calendar Girl....
January: Sensitive and has deep thoughts - just call me Jack Handy
February: Intelligent and Clever. Attractive. Sexy.
March: Attractive personality. Sexy. Affectionate.
May: Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally.
June: Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Talkative. Daydreamer. Friendly. Knows how to make friends.
July: Fun to be with. Witty and sparkly.
August: Loves to joke. Attractive. Suave and caring. Brave and fearless. Firm and has leadership qualities.
September: Good Lord, September's a more sucky month than April.
October: Loves to chat. Loves those who loves them. Loves to take things at the center. Inner and physical beauty.
November: Yeah, add November to the month of sucky qualities!
December: Loyal and generous. Sexy
There you have it - the qualities of me by the months of the year! Damn I'm awesome!!!!
JANUARY: Stubborn and hard-hearted. Ambitious and serious. Loves to teach and be taught. Always looking at people’s flaws and weaknesses. Likes to criticize. Hardworking and productive. Smart, neat and organized. Sensitive and has deep thoughts. Knows how to make others happy. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Rather reserved. Highly attentive. Resistant to illnesses but prone to colds. Romantic but has difficulties expressing love. Loves children. Loyal. Has great social abilities yet easily jealous. Very stubborn and money cautious.
FEBRUARY: Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. Sexy. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest and loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizes dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.
MARCH: Attractive personality. Sexy. Affectionate. Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Loves to serve others. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Observant and assesses others. Revengeful. Loves to dream and fantasize. Loves traveling. Loves attention. Hasty decisions in choosing partners. Loves home decors. Musically talented. Loves special things. Moody.
APRIL: Active and dynamic. Decisive and hasty but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people’s problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Emotional. Aggressive. Hasty. Good memory. Moving. Motivates oneself and others. Sickness usually of the head and chest. Sexy in a way that only their lover can see.
MAY: Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves traveling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having many children. Hardworking. High spirited. Spendthrift.
JUNE: Thinks far with vision. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating, tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Talkative. Daydreamer. Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Able to show character. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Brand conscious. Executive. Stubborn.
JULY: Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people’s feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Likes to be quiet. Homely person. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Prone to having stomach and dieting problems. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.
AUGUST: Loves to joke. Attractive. Suave and caring. Brave and fearless. Firm and has leadership qualities. Knows how to console others. Too generous and egoistic. Takes high pride in oneself. Thirsty for praises. Extraordinary spirit. Easily angered. Angry when provoked. Easily jealous. Observant. Careful and cautious. Thinks quickly. Independent thoughts. Loves to lead and to be led. Loves to dream. Talented in the arts, music and defense. Sensitive but not petty. Poor resistance against illnesses. Learns to relax. Hasty and trusty. Romantic. Loving and caring. Loves to make friends.
SEPTEMBER: Suave and compromising. Careful, cautious and organized. Likes to point out people’s mistakes. Likes to criticize. Stubborn. Quiet but able to talk well. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal but not always honest. Does work well. Very confident. Sensitive. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Must control oneself when criticizing. Able to motivate oneself. Understanding. Fun to be around. Secretive. Loves leisure and traveling. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Very choosy, especially in relationships. Systematic.
OCTOBER: Loves to chat. Loves those who loves them. Loves to take things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn’t pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care of what others think. Emotional. Decisive. Strong clairvoyance. Loves to travel, the arts and literature. Touchy and easily jealous. Concerned. Loves outdoors. Just and fair. Spendthrift. Easily influenced. Easily loses confidence. Loves children.
NOVEMBER: Has a lot of ideas. Difficult to fathom. Thinks forward. Unique and brilliant. Extraordinary ideas. Sharp thinking. Fine and strong clairvoyance. Can become good doctors. Dynamic in personality. Secretive. Inquisitive. Knows how to dig secrets. Always thinking. Less talkative but amiable. Brave and generous. Patient. Stubborn and hard-hearted. If there is a will, there is a way. Determined. Never give up. Hardly becomes angry unless provoked. Loves to be alone. Thinks differently from others. Sharp-minded. Motivates oneself. Does not appreciate praises. High-spirited. Well-built and tough. Deep love and emotions. Romantic. Uncertain in relationships. Homely. Hardworking. High abilities. Trustworthy. Honest and keeps secrets. Not able to control emotions. Unpredictable.
DECEMBER: Loyal and generous. Sexy. Patriotic. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Loves to socialize. Loves praises. Loves attention. Loves to be loved. Honest and trustworthy. Not pretending. Short tempered. Changing personality. Not egotistic. Take high pride in oneself. Hates restrictions. Loves to joke. Good sense of humor. Logical.
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