Can someone please explain to me how Twitter works? I don't get it. My sister said someone "tweeted" her. What does that mean exactly?
Beau got his first dose of hair pro-duct this morning, compliments of Auntie Colie (aka Nicole our neighbor). First, she wet Beau's weave with water then slapped on some manipulative shit that allowed his hair to reach new lengths. It was awesome. Plus, Beau was rocking' his Hooters hoodie…. so all together, he looked like a whitetrash pedophile who loves Whitesnake. #ilovetawnie
I was told today that I have a big butt. Well, no shit Sherlock. Being pregnant and hating being pregnant (no offense), hearing those words hurt my feelings. I may just end up with an eating disorder post birth.
I foolishly watched the latest episode of Keeping Up With the Dipshits last night. What the hell was I thinking? I forgot how much I dislike the way the Kardashians talk; like they're chewing they're faces. Kourtney is the worst at face chewing-- dipshits.
Thursday, February 27, 2014
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
I'm going to take a page from my friend KKR and do a "Roses and Thorns" piece…… or Bret Michaels, whichever way you want to see it.
ROSES:
Chris and I went to Fort Wayne this weekend to see Carrie, Dave and my parents. Beau and Greta love each other, so it was joyous to watch them interact and play. Also, its nice having my folks back from Maui-- too bad they came back to a gazillion inches of snow and ice. Sorry not sorry.
Kasia's cancer surgery went well. Her mast cell tumor was completely removed (as well as the marginal area surrounding) and the lab results came back favorable. So, for the next several days, she is rocking' a t-shirt to cover her many stitches (which run behind her right front leg and down into her armpit. Poor unicorn.
The sun has been shining lately. I call such days "Colorado Days." Colorado Days make me miss my days in Crested Butte, when everything revolved around skiing, drinking Diet Coke, having fun and drinking copious amounts of Crested Butte Brewery's White Buffalo Ale. …. and listening to Wu Tang and Bob Seger.
Beau learned how to climb on top of Carrie and Dave's dining room table and do Riverdance. (see Thorns)
An eBay find and shopping in Carrie's basement = all of the baby's room linens. YES. I was worried I was going to want to go and buy all new stuff. No good when you're on a budget. Her room will be a miss mash of white furniture, red gingham print and glittery bugs on her walls. So excited.
Mason is growing like a weed and we love having him twice a week. He has his mom's great smile and his dad's HUGE head and hands. He smiles all the time and farts like a college kid.
THORNS:
The snow is starting to melt, revealing gross poopie snow. Gross. If I see grass, I better see my bulbs coming up and I know thats not happening for several weeks.
Week 28 of pregnancy = the pee hath arrived. Its like I have a freakin' bladder infection.
We can't agree on a baby name. Any suggestions that are non-strippery are welcome.
Beau learned how to climb on top of Carrie and Dave's dining table and do Riverdance. For all you Irish dancing fans out there, Michael Flatley is a professional and Shep isn't. It was cute for .0004 seconds, then not cute when he dumped out an entire can of pop in the midst of his jig.
Anxiety is beginning to rear its ugly head, when I thought I was rid of it a few years ago. For my loyal readers, I've worked very hard at conquering my situational anxiety through therapy and at times, medication. I pride myself on having learned proper and effective coping skills to deal with this gross thing-- I think being pregnant is causing it. I wish I could put on my running shoes and a regular sized sports bra and go running. Problem solved. Not gonna happen now. Until then, I'll just lay in bed at night and worry.
ROSES:
Chris and I went to Fort Wayne this weekend to see Carrie, Dave and my parents. Beau and Greta love each other, so it was joyous to watch them interact and play. Also, its nice having my folks back from Maui-- too bad they came back to a gazillion inches of snow and ice. Sorry not sorry.
Kasia's cancer surgery went well. Her mast cell tumor was completely removed (as well as the marginal area surrounding) and the lab results came back favorable. So, for the next several days, she is rocking' a t-shirt to cover her many stitches (which run behind her right front leg and down into her armpit. Poor unicorn.
The sun has been shining lately. I call such days "Colorado Days." Colorado Days make me miss my days in Crested Butte, when everything revolved around skiing, drinking Diet Coke, having fun and drinking copious amounts of Crested Butte Brewery's White Buffalo Ale. …. and listening to Wu Tang and Bob Seger.
Beau learned how to climb on top of Carrie and Dave's dining room table and do Riverdance. (see Thorns)
An eBay find and shopping in Carrie's basement = all of the baby's room linens. YES. I was worried I was going to want to go and buy all new stuff. No good when you're on a budget. Her room will be a miss mash of white furniture, red gingham print and glittery bugs on her walls. So excited.
Mason is growing like a weed and we love having him twice a week. He has his mom's great smile and his dad's HUGE head and hands. He smiles all the time and farts like a college kid.
THORNS:
The snow is starting to melt, revealing gross poopie snow. Gross. If I see grass, I better see my bulbs coming up and I know thats not happening for several weeks.
Week 28 of pregnancy = the pee hath arrived. Its like I have a freakin' bladder infection.
We can't agree on a baby name. Any suggestions that are non-strippery are welcome.
Beau learned how to climb on top of Carrie and Dave's dining table and do Riverdance. For all you Irish dancing fans out there, Michael Flatley is a professional and Shep isn't. It was cute for .0004 seconds, then not cute when he dumped out an entire can of pop in the midst of his jig.
Anxiety is beginning to rear its ugly head, when I thought I was rid of it a few years ago. For my loyal readers, I've worked very hard at conquering my situational anxiety through therapy and at times, medication. I pride myself on having learned proper and effective coping skills to deal with this gross thing-- I think being pregnant is causing it. I wish I could put on my running shoes and a regular sized sports bra and go running. Problem solved. Not gonna happen now. Until then, I'll just lay in bed at night and worry.
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| These boots are made for walking |
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| and tackling "da" |
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
I posted something on Facebook that Ive been stewing over. It was something along the lines of "why can't I adopt the mantra of not give a shit…." Why do I let other people affect how I feel. I'm a bit jealous of those special people that literally, don't give a shit what others think. Do they just turn it off? Or, do they really care but ACT extremely well? The past few months I've been giving a shit too much and its affecting me and my general well-being. I suppose this is my mother in me-- she has a bleeding heart; always thinking of others…. maybe too much. Whereas my dad is good at keeping things black and white. On or off; no in between.
I respect how others view the world, even when they're wrong. Haha. I normally can keep an even keel and let them be ignorant. Lately, I just can't keep my big mouth shut. Is life better when you're ignorant? Is it more blissful if you walk around with a fucking bag on your head and have no perspective?
On a funnier note, I've been craving candy at night time. So weird. I can pass on candy. But something about the Valentine's Day Sweetarts sound sooo good. You know-- the shiny ones? I need to find some. Now.
I respect how others view the world, even when they're wrong. Haha. I normally can keep an even keel and let them be ignorant. Lately, I just can't keep my big mouth shut. Is life better when you're ignorant? Is it more blissful if you walk around with a fucking bag on your head and have no perspective?
On a funnier note, I've been craving candy at night time. So weird. I can pass on candy. But something about the Valentine's Day Sweetarts sound sooo good. You know-- the shiny ones? I need to find some. Now.
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
Here's something you've never heard me say: I need to vent. Topic of today's soapbox is privacy.
While I'm not a private person, I respect those that are. Whether their motivation for privacy is well, privacy, or say….. to be spared of embarrassment/judgement…. I can dig that. Not everyone wears their heart on their sleeve. I do. In gets me in trouble most times. There is something to be said keeping things close to the vest/chest (however the saying goes).
Going along with this privacy parade….. said people shouldn't be pushed. If they want to share aspects of their life, let them in due time. If their voice is silenced and can't speak for themselves, that doesn't mean its go time to open the flood gates. I'm being vague and while I'd like to open the flood gates, I just want to hammer the point that everyone deserves dignity. If they like their lives kept private, so be it.
While I'm not a private person, I respect those that are. Whether their motivation for privacy is well, privacy, or say….. to be spared of embarrassment/judgement…. I can dig that. Not everyone wears their heart on their sleeve. I do. In gets me in trouble most times. There is something to be said keeping things close to the vest/chest (however the saying goes).
Going along with this privacy parade….. said people shouldn't be pushed. If they want to share aspects of their life, let them in due time. If their voice is silenced and can't speak for themselves, that doesn't mean its go time to open the flood gates. I'm being vague and while I'd like to open the flood gates, I just want to hammer the point that everyone deserves dignity. If they like their lives kept private, so be it.
Monday, February 10, 2014
http://www.createajoyfullife.com
If you haven't checked out the above blog, please do so. My friend Katie from high school authors the awesomeness and well, she does a nice job and makes me laugh.
Its cold. Again. I'm so down with winter…. growing up in Michigan and living in both Vermont and Colorado in my 20's, I appreciate the seasons. You will never find me complaining about how spring can't come soon enough, blah blah blah. Snow is pretty and white and makes everything look new and fresh. Plus, every snowflake is different. Wrap your head around that. The ONLY challenge to winter, aside from not flicking off asshole drivers that don't know how to drive in snow, is finding things to do inside for FREE with an 18-month-old.
1.) Beau has mastered YouTube on my iPhone. Great. I hear the itsy bitsy spider on loop all day long. ALL DAY. Why can't he watch Sammy Hagar videos on YouTube? I'll teach him that tomorrow.
2.) We hit up the local library last week. Shockingly, Beau didn't break anything. He literally ran up and down the deserted aisles making pterodactyl noises and snacked on fruit snacks ("yummies"). Two hours flew by like the wind AND he was wiped in time for his nap. Rad.
3.) COSTCO. a.k.a. The Snack Zone. Love. I need not go into details.
4.) Having a handful of neighbor kids always willing to come to our house and play. Kick ass. Ranging in age from 15 months to 6, Beau has plenty of rolldawgs willing to come and chill at our house. As long as I'm stocked on cheese sticks, juice boxes, yummies, poppycornies and pretzels, we are all good. Plus, his little girlfriend Katelyn (aka "Kukla" which means darling in Greek) and Beau practice ewok speaking while on said visits.
I'm officially fat. Huge. I no longer look like I had too much casserole at Christmas. Baby Willis moves all day long. Very active…. maybe a future Olympian? I'd love two kids that can master the downhill at Lillehammer or Chemonix. I don't want to pay for said ski lessons however, able bodied individuals who can shred are well respected by most.
Kristy update:
If you haven't already, please google Kare4Kristy. There is a giveforward.com page dedicated to her and all contributions are greatly appreciated. She continues to make slow progress….. I still have hope she will make a full recovery however, the road will be long. Just as my friend KKR from createajoyfullife.com will write, life is precious. Savor EVERY DAY with your loved ones and forgo the petty nonsense because it could change in a hot minute.
If you haven't checked out the above blog, please do so. My friend Katie from high school authors the awesomeness and well, she does a nice job and makes me laugh.
Its cold. Again. I'm so down with winter…. growing up in Michigan and living in both Vermont and Colorado in my 20's, I appreciate the seasons. You will never find me complaining about how spring can't come soon enough, blah blah blah. Snow is pretty and white and makes everything look new and fresh. Plus, every snowflake is different. Wrap your head around that. The ONLY challenge to winter, aside from not flicking off asshole drivers that don't know how to drive in snow, is finding things to do inside for FREE with an 18-month-old.
1.) Beau has mastered YouTube on my iPhone. Great. I hear the itsy bitsy spider on loop all day long. ALL DAY. Why can't he watch Sammy Hagar videos on YouTube? I'll teach him that tomorrow.
2.) We hit up the local library last week. Shockingly, Beau didn't break anything. He literally ran up and down the deserted aisles making pterodactyl noises and snacked on fruit snacks ("yummies"). Two hours flew by like the wind AND he was wiped in time for his nap. Rad.
3.) COSTCO. a.k.a. The Snack Zone. Love. I need not go into details.
4.) Having a handful of neighbor kids always willing to come to our house and play. Kick ass. Ranging in age from 15 months to 6, Beau has plenty of rolldawgs willing to come and chill at our house. As long as I'm stocked on cheese sticks, juice boxes, yummies, poppycornies and pretzels, we are all good. Plus, his little girlfriend Katelyn (aka "Kukla" which means darling in Greek) and Beau practice ewok speaking while on said visits.
I'm officially fat. Huge. I no longer look like I had too much casserole at Christmas. Baby Willis moves all day long. Very active…. maybe a future Olympian? I'd love two kids that can master the downhill at Lillehammer or Chemonix. I don't want to pay for said ski lessons however, able bodied individuals who can shred are well respected by most.
Kristy update:
If you haven't already, please google Kare4Kristy. There is a giveforward.com page dedicated to her and all contributions are greatly appreciated. She continues to make slow progress….. I still have hope she will make a full recovery however, the road will be long. Just as my friend KKR from createajoyfullife.com will write, life is precious. Savor EVERY DAY with your loved ones and forgo the petty nonsense because it could change in a hot minute.
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