A couple mornings ago I read a story on petite anglaise's blog about her daughter calling her butt big. I couldn't help but chuckle, but I also tensed at the recounting of a small child calling her mother's rear fat and whale-like...and then laughing about it.
Then, zoot posted her links for the day last night, one of which included story on an after-school workshop for teen girls that is part of the Dove campaign for real beauty. I think it is wonderful that the message of altered images producing unattainable perfection for our viewing is being spread to teen girls, but something one of those girls in the clip said just struck me with such sadness. It was something like she was happy to have learned about this because now she doesn't feel like she needs to feel bad about herself all the time. I just couldn't help but wonder why she's felt she needs to feel bad about herself all the time before.
When does this happen to children? When do they lose the non-judgemental view of others? When do they start comparing themselves to everyone else? Does it have to happen?
I've taken for granted that my boys have never referred to someone's size as big or fat, save for adults as big people since adults are obviously so much bigger than they are, that they have never referred to someone by physical characteristics, such as hair or skin color, nor expressed a judgement of someone's appearance as ugly or pretty. People are simply called by name, and if the name is unknown, they are a baby boy/girl, little boy/girl, etc. I have never quite appreciated their innocent blindness so much; I just wish it would last forever.
Friday, November 30, 2007
A couple mornings ago I read a story on petite anglaise's blog about her daughter calling her butt big. I couldn't help but chuckle, but I also tensed at the recounting of a small child calling her mother's rear fat and whale-like...and then laughing about it.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
My old grumpy doggie's still got some cuteness in him, it seems. I had to snap a few shots of this incidental pose last night before I went to bed. Him snuggling with M's puppy would probably have been enough cuteness to warrant the mini photoshoot, but the fact that the flashlight happened to be right there, too...it just made him look like the most adorable watchdog ever (albeit a sleeping one);>
I do have much more I'd like to post about, but I really need to take the time to email my husband and my mother-in-law tonight before I can't stay awake long enough to do either of them any justice. And, since tomorrow is the last day of NaBloPoMo, I'll be able to post what is on my mind and let it sit there all. weekend. long!
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
10 minutes left in the day...not cutting it close am I?
This took me quite a bit longer than I'd expected. I read a new meme posted on a fellow NaBloPoMo participant's blog this morning. I have positively loved some of the memes I've seen lately, like this one and that forgiveness one I did a couple nights ago.
*** INSTRUCTIONS: ***
1. Post 5 links to 5 of your previously written posts. The posts have to relate to the 5 key words given below.
2. Tag 5 other friends to do this meme. Try to tag at least 2 new acquaintances (if not, your current blog buddies will do) so that you get to know them each a little bit better.
3. Don’t forget to read the archived post and leave comments.
Link 1 is a little bit of FAMILY: My father's day post for NS.
Link 2 is a little bit of FRIEND: A little bachelorette partying with a wedding and some tattoos.
Link 3 is a little bit of YOURSELF: What better post about myself than an interview.
Link 4 should be YOUR LOVE: Remembering where it began, one year later.
Link 5 can be ANYTHING YOU LIKE: Memories of three years based on coins in my wallet.
Now, the task of tagging...and the decision of whether or not I want to. I'm naming some folks for this because I think it's an interesting meme, but y'all don't need to feel obligated to do this.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
That stoned demon look on my son's face? That is what kept me from deleting this photo from my collection. I might be a little suspicious of the ingredients in those popsicles now, too.
I'm not alone in keeping pictures of my kids solely because of the oddness captured, am I?
Monday, November 26, 2007
I read this forgiving meme last week and decided I just could not resist a chance to forgive myself a few things.
1. I forgive myself for not completing my college degree in favor of living life at the moment. It is still on my list of things to do before I die, though.
2. I forgive myself for feeling temporarily lost and out of sorts when NS is away.
3. I forgive myself for sometimes being a mean mom. My kids are better behaved for it, and they really do love me so much that I know I must not be as awful as being mean feels.
4. I forgive myself for having to work full-time and relying on others to help raise my children.
5. I forgive myself for being a lazy (and crazy;>) pregnant lady. I just hope everyone who has to put up with me does, too.
6. I forgive myself for being hesitant to believe this baby will really be born next year. I know I'm not alone in this fear, which helps.
7. I forgive myself for eating what I can when I can and choosing not to stress over the weight I gain during pregnancy.
8. I forgive myself for planning to move away from my mom. She is the only reason it will be hard to adjust to a move so far from where we are now.
9. I forgive myself for continuing to keep the secrets about my dad from my mother. What happened then is in the past and would do nothing but cause unnecessary pain and/or guilt for her if it were brought into the present.
10. I forgive myself for letting a mouse continue to share our home. Considering I have no clue where he's coming from, it would probably prove difficult to catch him. I also doubt that I would be able to keep others from coming in even if I could get rid of this one. He's been warned to stick to the bag of chips he's already found and to not bring any friends or family in with him. As long as he keeps to himself, meaning that he stays in his little corner of the pantry with the tortilla chips and doesn't start traipsing across the countertops or leaving messes for me to clean up, then we can live in harmony.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
I've actually been giving the NaBloPoMo Randomizer a whirl over the past couple nights, and I came across this lady's blog. She posted on Thanksgiving about weight and bodies, which also included a few links. One of those landed me at Kate Harding's BMI Project. Not only is it valuable to be able to see real people examples of each of the BMI categories, it is incredibly revealing of how misguided our means of measuring health is.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
|American Cities That Best Fit You:|
60% Los Angeles
I wonder how many cities are in the list. Eunice got a few different ones than I did when she did hers. I can't believe Seattle was such a good fit, but I'm glad it is.
Friday, November 23, 2007
Thanks to red for reminding me of my rant on this topic during a conversation with NS several weeks ago and giving me another post for NaBloPoMo;>
Whose bright idea was it to create arbitrary rules about asking for ID when purchasing alcohol or tobacco to include some random older age?
Just to be clear, I'm referring to those signs that say something like, "If you appear under the age of 27, we ask for identification for tobacco purchases." That would be age 30 for alcohol. Why? Why would anyone think it's wise to insult people's age? Why put your cashiers in the awkward position of having to judge your customers' appearance like that? Why the 9-year gap between the legal age and the must-appear age? So, although I am 27, if I don't get carded for buying a bottle of wine, I am to assume that I appear to be over 30. Nice. Let me run back and grab a few more bottles then. Thanks for your erroneous assessment of my youth.
Personally, I think the only acceptable policy on asking for identification is to ask for it from everyone every time. The signs could read, "We don't care about the gray hair or the wrinkles that appear to be scaled to Grand Canyon size, we can't know how old someone is without asking for identification. Take it as a compliment, and be prepared with your ID when you bring tobacco or alcohol to the register."
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Last Thanksgiving, I would never have thought my life would be where it is now in just one year...not only married, but married and expecting a baby. While every pregnancy is a miracle, I can't help but laugh when I think about how much time NS has had to spend at sea this year and how miraculous it is that we managed to procreate during one of the short homecomings.
So, I have much to be thankful for this Thanksgiving:
* A wonderful husband, without whom I would not be living as happily as I am
* Two awesome little boys, who push me to the edge of my patience and beyond but always manage to make me smile and feel loved and full of love
* For these past few holiday seasons, when NS hasn't been able to be with me, I have been close enough to my family so that I have people with whom to share the good times
* We are no longer living in limbo of where we will be next year
* Because the company I work for has embraced the benefits of allowing its employees to work from home, I won't have to worry about finding a new job when we move
* Baby Woo-Woo, who is alive and kicking and growing bigger and stronger every day
* The internet, which allows me to connect to people when I need them, get information when I need it, and maintain my sanity
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
I could have just pretended not to have read heather's post, but since I kind of love
purses handbags, I really didn't mind accepting the blanket tag for the "What's in your bag?" meme.
Now that I've taken pictures of my remaining stock (I did my charitable part in the last move), I know I still own 24 of these wonderful accessories. Shall we begin?
First, we have the tiny collection, which includes a little silver tote with gray handles adorned with pink sequins, a gold 3-sided zip clutch, a small creamy off-white over-the-shoulder bag, a black velvet top-clasp bag I bought for my senior prom in high school (it went perfectly with my black velvet dress), a sexy black lace clutch, and an awesome casual navy-turquoise-lime-forest-mustard-white canvas bag from Old Navy.
Next in the line are two bags I got from gift sets at Victoria's Secret. One is a pink with tan trim, and the other is a cool black with metallic silver lips emblazoned on the front. Sitting next to these two is a chocolate brown rattan bag with bamboo handles, which is also captured in the next set.
Along with the chocolate rattan is a smallish bronze faux croc bag (I have a pair of shoes to match, too), a black tote with white-seamed ribbons, a white with black trim satchel, a faux croc in chocolate brown with a great silver ring on the flap, and a tan with white trim bag.
Moving down the shelf, there's a magenta faux croc double-handled bag, a perfectly pink bag, and my token red bag with patent red trim and handles.
Finally, at the end of the shelf we find my turquoise faux croc (um, I might have a faux croc addiction), a deep dark purple bag, my white Coach bag that NS bought me for my birthday this year, and my white and tan Kathy Van Zeeland bag with gold chain embellishments.
Oh, but that's not all (if you've counted, you know that's only 21 out of 24); that's just what's on the shelf. The other three have been in recent use so are not on the shelf at the moment.
First, my silver bag. Can't you imagine how well this pairs with gray clothing to remove the dull factor? It also came with it's own metallic silver clutch that fits inside.
My most recent purchase is the navy-hued suede-ish Kathy Van Zeeland. It's lined in pretty pink, y'all (not to mention the faux croc trim); I was in love;>
Finally, we have the bag that's been filled with contents this week, my black Kathy Van Zeeland, who is without a doubt my favorite handbag designer.
Now, for the point of this whole meme...to show you what is in these bags:
Well, I hope it was all that you hoped it would be. If you want to participate, then you should!
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
This being putting off my daily post until there are only 20 minutes left in the day.
So, in the interest of the time crunch, I can only offer a preview of what's to come in the next few days.
Tomorrow: A purse meme, which will include photos!
Thursday: Well, it must inevitably be the Thanksgiving post;>
Friday: My thoughts on the carding procedures stores use for alcohol and tobacco purchases.
Now, it's time to say good night. Sleep tight, y'all.
Monday, November 19, 2007
NS was able to reach me on Saturday but only very briefly as he was calling from his cell phone in Tunisia, which is in northern Africa. Today, we had fun trying to get connected while he was able to use someone else's computer since my laptop apparently has everything I need except a built-in microphone. Guess I'll be putting that on my shopping list of things to get soon, so we won't have any issues when he gets to the next port.
It was good to be able to hear his voice even though I didn't have much to talk about as there hasn't been much excitement in my world the past few days since I'd last emailed him. I was even able to send him a few pictures I'd snapped in the past couple weeks.
I didn't even remember until just as I began to write this post that today is the second anniversary of our first date. I feel incredibly lucky and grateful right now.
Sunday, November 18, 2007
I was going to drone on about how I can't seem to make it through to the end of NaBloPoMo without suffering from the hugs and kisses of my germ-toting offspring, but then I read a post jonniker wrote about the first
blogs home pages she read and found herself pulled into these other people's lives strictly by way of the world wide web.
Can I confess something? Of course I can; this is my blog;>
I am struck with a pang of sadness each time I scroll down this page far enough to see mist1's name. It's been two months since there's been a post there, but I'm just not yet ready to give up. Since the hiatus was not formerly announced, I feel my death-grip on optimism and hope is still quite justifiable. I can't delete her link from my sidebar. Since Google Reader entered my world and began providing for nearly all my blog-reading needs, I rarely use my sidebar as a means to check on my fellow bloggers. Even if there's nothing recent there, I can't imagine anyone would be disappointed to have clicked on that link to mist1. My reasons for missing her are admittedly selfish; I just miss the way her posts would make me laugh in the morning like I had some special secret world-uplifting pocket tool with me anytime I was at a computer.
We bloggers love our fellow bloggers. Part of the addiction to blogging is connecting with people you would very likely have never known existed otherwise. Deep down, we know not every blog we enjoy reading will always continue to exist, and we know that sometimes the blogs just can't be as important when they're living their lives, but who of those that we faithfully read would we feel like a tortured victim of a finger-removal if they just stopped blogging (oh, the horror!)? I'll share three of mine.
First, along similar lines of my sorrow over the lack of mist1 in my Google Reader, I can't imagine a blogging world without killer and liz. I need their senses of humor in my life. I need to read posts about balls and gynecology all in one convenient place...don't you? You know you do; don't even think about denying it.
Second, well, it's fringes. Our paths crossed last year during our mutual NaBloPoMo adventures. I can't help but feel a genuine connection with someone like her, someone who will put her all into a post when she feels something needs to be said. I pray for her and her family's happiness; I squeal when she accepts a marriage proposal; I cry when she wonders if people really still give a damn about interracial couples. I feel like I'd be just as willing to make my way to Texas if she was in need as I would to rush to Georgia for my best friend.
Third, speaking of women I'd have an overwhelming desire to lend a hand to because of a virtually-formed friendship, susan's on that list, too. I need to know that she's okay, that she's still alive and surviving life with all its ups and downs. I wish nothing more than for all her dreams to come true someday.
By the way, I'm not suicidally obsessed over any of these bloggers. The title of this post is just fitting enough considering I've been having that song by P.M. Dawn popping into my head at several random moments for the past few days;> And, also, there are way more than three bloggers that I'd have to go through a grieving and mourning process over if/when they stop blogging.
Saturday, November 17, 2007
You know what happens when your husband is gone? Your car battery dies while you have no clue where the cables to jumpstart it are*, and one by one, all the light bulbs burn out.
Since we moved here a couple months ago, we have had a growing issue with light bulb retention. The few that had quit already (both in the kitchen and the one in the downstairs hallway) were replaced by NS before he left. Of course, that wouldn't prevent more from becoming useless after he left. Something tells me that climbing on a ladder to change lightbulbs on my ceilings and at the top of the staircase or outside in the grass is not really a chore I should take on in my current state of gestation. The problem is I fear I may become quite dependent on the glow emitted from our various electronics in the coming months.
As it stands now, the dining room (which happens to also supply light to the living room in the evening...dinner should prove to be an interesting experience now), the top of the staircase, and the front stoop are darkened. I'm crossing my fingers that the boys' toy room and the bathrooms can maintain their artificial glow until February since they're not really lamp-friendly.
I guess now's a good time to be grateful for my lack of enthusiasm for anything other than natural light;>
* AAA is awesome, by the way. They promptly attended to my jumpstart needs and even told me they had a service to come to me and replace my battery if I needed them to.
Friday, November 16, 2007
I've always maintained that I like all types of music...except country. My acceptance has gradually grown in the last decade to a certain level of actually embracing this once forbidden-in-my-presence genre.
It began when my best friend gave up on her hatred and went in quite the opposite direction, like 5 out of 6 presets on her radio became country stations. So, whenever I rode with her in her car, I had to build a tolerance for this music that I used to feel hurt my ears, as in physically caused pain in my ears...I really thought they might bleed.
Then, I went with her a few times to go line-dancing. This changed my mind about country music from "tolerable during a car ride around town" to thinking it was fun. I love me some line-dancing;> But, still, I only had a desire to hear the stuff if there was line-dancing involved, and so the slow, serious songs still made me want to retreat into a quiet corner of my mind.
Next, there was my introduction to iTunes and its free weekly downloads, which at one time included a song by a chic named Ashley Monroe called Satisfied. No line-dancing routine for this song, no silly bubba talk, yet I liked this song and added it to the library. One song does not make me a fan, though.
Well, it seems NS got on a country music kick while at sea last month. One day, the day we found out Baby Woo-Woo was indeed a boy, he blasted nothing but country music, save for maybe one song, through the living room, so he could hear it while doing some work outside. I guess the hours of exposure to songs that made me laugh, made me smile, and made me sway my hips converted me over to the other side, to the side of someone who could no longer claim any sort of contempt for country music.
I found myself this afternoon getting some new music to put on my iPod. One of the songs on one of the lists was by Carrie Underwood. That's when I found it, the song I've been playing for about an hour now...Before He Cheats.
I certainly don't like all country music, but I don't like all of any other genre, either. I am definitely drawn to strong voices, like Carrie Underwood's and Josh Turner's. I'm also quickly gaining a fondness for Miranda Lambert's Crazy Ex-Girlfriend.
Anyone got good suggestions to further my transformation into a cowgirl? ;>
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Considering my eyelids have begun to close without my permission or awareness, this will have to be enough today.
The boys' birthday and Christmas presents have started arriving on the big trucks and being dropped at the front door;> It's so exciting.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
M and J have a birthday next month. They will be four years-old, which means they are at an age where I think they may actually be able to enjoy a party with their "friends". (I put that in quotes because they don't actually refer to anyone in the classes as friends or even talk about anyone in particular very often. One kid tried to declare J his best friend one morning as I dropped them off, and J denied this claim emphatically, saying that M and Mommy are his best friends. It was sweet and maybe kind of funny, but, damn, was that harsh...good thing the other child didn't seem too scarred by it.)
The thing is, I don't know that I'm up for this. Seeing as there are more than 8 kids in their classes, especially now that one has been able to move up to Pre-K while the other is stuck in transition from the preschool class until there's space in Pre-K, and I favor the idea of limiting attendance to one friend per year of the child's age (you know, kind of like time out duration;>), I am hesitant to have them try to pick who to invite.
Plus, I really don't know what to do for a "real" party. Having a real party would involve planning and invitations and reservations, and, gosh, it just seems so overwhelming anytime I try to think about it.
So, it might be another year of mom, grandparents, and maybe great-grandparents. I figure I've got through this weekend to decide.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Part of being a cognitive being with the ability to retain memories of past events and experiences is that we can use what we learn from those past events and experiences to make decisions in our present and future with hope that the decisions will be better.
At times unfortunately, living in a world of cause and effect means that our choices today will affect our future. Whether the impact is minor or substantial, positive or negative, is often hard to predict. A choice to eat a raw oyster could leave you spending a night in the bathroom. A choice to engage in unprotected sexual intercourse, even just one time, could leave you dealing with an incurable disease for the remainder of your life.
There are consequences to our actions, some of them are very grave. Sometimes the consequences seem such a high and unfair price to pay, but it does not make the consequences any less real or natural.
When you make choice after choice that sends you in one direction, on one path, despite the fact that your map and directions tell you you've gone the wrong way, the option to turn around and choose another path that was once there is not always available. Sometimes the path you came from has been destroyed as if it was never there. The paths available for us to follow now and in the future are marked by our choices in the past as well as in the present and future.
Three years of poor, misguided choices can change the next 80 years. One minute of lapsed judgement can change the next 80 years, too. Not every mistake or set of mistakes can be corrected; their effects cannot always be reversed. It is the way it is.
Monday, November 12, 2007
It's the time of year when people start asking what I want for Christmas. NS was the first to put the pressure on, and I could only come up with one thing I'd like to have, a kneeling chair. He refuses to get me a chair for Christmas, said I should go ahead and get it but it cannot be my Christmas present. I've got nothing else tangible or purchaseable on my wishlist. Right now about the only thing I want if I can't have NS home for a Christmas (third Christmas as a couple, third one the Navy has made him spend on a boat) is to just be able to talk to him during that time. Since his laptop seems to have committed suicide, that may not be an easy feat.
What are you asking/hoping for Christmas? I need some ideas;>
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Remember back when I was being all blog-lazy and taking, like, 3+ weeks to post and just ended up depressing myself with all my worry over the impending visit from IFKAMH? Yeah, well, that visit came as anticipated, and went surprisingly well. It was indeed awkward, but only for the adults. I'm certain we looked like a fully-functional family wandering the town those couple days.
I was able to meet with him and his mom without the boys the night they arrived. I walked out of the hotel feeling okay about the visit. While he still seemed to have a fantasy in his head of how the boys will someday feel like he is more their dad than NS, he acknowledged that he was nothing more than a tag-along visitor right now.
We (me, the boys, IFKAMH, his mom, my mom, my mom's husband...he's lucky I didn't try to drag in some other people since they offered, but like I said, the horrid dread had dissipated) went to breakfast and then to a local festival for a couple hours. The boys had a fabulous time getting pumpkins painted on their hand and arm and making hats and having mommy taking pictures of them the whole way until her battery died. We left with the mission to go shopping at the mall. On the way, NS sent me the text that told me he had gotten home. He met us at the mall. Oh my God! M and J became insanely happy and playful for him;> The shopping trip was followed with a disgusting dinner at one our favorite restaurants (flies, anyone?), and then we all went to our respective abodes.
The visit ended with a breakfast at the hotel; my mom was the only supplemental adult in attendance this time since NS had to work. It went fine until IFKAMH's mom decided she wanted to do a photo shoot. M was not too happy to have to take pictures on these other people's laps. It was just too early for him to be that unreserved.
So, all in all, we all agreed that with the exception of IFKAMH's mom trying to push M and J into contact with IFKAMH (she was encouraging hugs and kisses, which is just weird considering he is nothing more than an unknown guy in their eyes), the visit went much better than we'd all thought it would. No one completely overstepped their place, and no one screamed at or beat anyone else...what more could we have hoped for, right?
Well, I got a call from IFKAMH last Friday, the Friday before NS left for deployment. It started out alright enough, with him seemingly just wanting to see if the boys enjoyed Halloween. Then, the topic of his coming for another visit this month was brought up, and it was down a very steep hill from there.
He brought it up like this, "I hope I get to visit this month." My response, "When?" He wasn't actually bringing it up because he'd been making plans; he's just hoping he makes it back for another visit this month. That's when he said he thought he needed to come every month based on what I'd said about visits from him needing to be consistent. Oh, he means those conversations we had over 7 months ago. I simply said that while it would be good if he would be consistent, I don't think his visits are really that important. This is when the, "But, I'm their dad," argument began. I got so worked up during the phone calls (yes, plural, because I had to end a couple of them before I eventually had to put an end to the calls altogether) that evening, so I can't even remember everything he said that upset me. I do remember the first one that got him disconnected. It was shortly following my explanation that he is not their "dad" and that even a monthly weekend visit will not change that when there is someone in their lives that actually fulfills that role on a daily basis. He asked me what was wrong with me and if NS had brainwashed me. Yep, asked if I was brainwashed.
I chose to answer when he called back after that, advising that he should refrain from saying such idiotic things (I didn't use the adjective during the conversation, but we all know I certainly think it was an idiotic question). More heated arguments ensued, and I came to the conclusion that he is delusional; this is actually not a new conclusion for me, but I'd let up a little bit. He is delusional because he somehow recollects some moment (or maybe even moments?) where the boys knew who he was because they ran up to him with hugs and kisses. My breath escaped me for a second and rendered me speechless for another before I could ask if he was referring to the same visit for which I was present. Because, I think he is the only one that doesn't remember that they boys were obliging his mother's request for hugs and kisses on his behalf, and that there was even persistent and obvious resistance on Sunday, at least from M. That comment only demonstrates how little he knows of these boys. They are friendly and not likely to refuse requests from an adult, especially one whom is seemingly approved of by mommy and grandma.
When I finally listened to a voicemail he left me that night in between hang-ups and before I answered simply to tell him I would not continue speaking with him that night, I was left with a sinking feeling about the whole situation. I had optimistically, perhaps too much so, thought he'd accepted his place in their lives; his mom even made the comment that he'd complimented NS the night after they'd met. Apparently, it is an act. The message he left was something along the lines of I'd better not think I can just up and move away with them anywhere I want. And, it wasn't just the words that bothered me (because he's really got no legs to stand on with my upcoming move...a plane trip to VA or a plane trip to WA; there's nothing about our move that would prove to be an obstacle for his continuing to visit); it was really the threatening and controlling way he said it.
While my original thoughts on his involvement have evolved since I originally starting writing about them here, I really think I need to make some legal changes for my own peace of mind. I don't want our custody to be joint, even on paper; I don't want him to have rights as a parent that he cannot properly exercise. The thought of something happening to me and the boys then ending up in his care, taken away from NS, away my mom, away from the life they know and love, because he is technically their father...well, it scares me more than anything else, especially as I see that he has no concept of what it's like to be the one person responsible for any child every single day. I need to know how to make sure that doesn't happen. I could care less anymore if he wants to hang out and tag along for a weekend every month, but I am sickened by his visions of how these visits will eventually wear away the boys' bond with NS and how these visits somehow entitle him to some decision-making power in their lives because he's "involved". The person I spoke to on the phone that night did not seem to be the person that came to visit that weekend. I spoke with his mom on Thursday, and with her assertion that she kept him on a short leash and in line while he was here and told him she would kill him if he didn't do as she said, while meant to calm and comfort me, did very little of either.
Saturday, November 10, 2007
but it's enlightening to read about how easy and fun my life would be if only I had a bigger penis.
In case that doesn't make it obvious, I've been bombarded by penis enlargement spam email lately. Speaking from a woman's point of view, these folks are full of crap.
Here are a few of the subject lines I've encountered recently:
Ask us how to achieve your true manhood. We've got an answer!
Hmmm...I'd have to say "true manhood" involves a bit more than increasing the size of your penis.
As your dic'k gets larger, no woman will say "no" [sic]
Let's pray the guy who might believe this will still accept "no" for an answer.
All that really matters for a hot woman, is a size of your dic'k! [sic]
Even hot women occasionally want more from a guy than to just be a big dick.
Friday, November 09, 2007
I had another really emotionally turbulent day today.
sobbing jag teary-eyed spell was triggered by a baby/birth show, House of Babies. This particular episode was about pregnant women struggling with body image, to which I could completely relate. One of the midwives was commenting about how the couples with fathers who kissed and caressed and talked to the baby bellies had lower incidences of women feeling unattractive in their pregnant bodies. Of course, this just served to remind me of the fact that NS won't be able to see my belly for the next few months, let alone touch it or talk to it.
Thereafter, the remainder of my day was periodically interrupted by random crying. There was the same thoughts provoking the tears each time, the same ones that had me crying all day on Monday and partially on Tuesday, but I'm really not used to feeling so incredibly out of control with my emotions like this. It's difficult for me to just accept the hormonal imbalances and surges for drawing these overpowering reactions out of me and to just allow them to run their course. While I know what's going on is beyond my control and that it will pass as it always has, I still feel this overwhelming desire to "fix" it, to direct my focus on what I can be thankful for, because that is generally how I try to live my life.
I despise feeling like I must be insane as I'm crying over things that shouldn't make someone cry (like when I cried on Tuesday because I was sad that so much attention is being given to Christmas when we haven't even had a chance to think about Thanksgiving) and then immediately laughing at myself for all this silly crying.
Oh, imagine how much fun post-partum is going to be;>
Thursday, November 08, 2007
Over a third of the search strings that have led to this blog recently have involved the phrase "angel rain". After it kept coming up, and I started to realize that these must be referring to an actual person, I began to wonder...
Who the hell is Angel Rain?!?
Turns out she's a big-breasted brunette porn star. I'm a little ashamed that my Baby Angel has now been connected to a porn star by the almighty Google machines because I blogged about hoping for a rain-free weekend one time, two and a half years ago.
And, apparently, because I've linked to briliant donkey from this place, Google believes people searching for "donkeysex girls" and the like will get lucky here. I didn't figure that one out until he posted about similar searches landing folks at his spot on the web.
Sorry, y'all, but we don't share our porn;>
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
See the picture? Just replace that wedge of cheese with a bag of Tostito's Bite Size Gold, and you've got the scene in your mind of what I believe to be happening on my pantry shelves.
I've often thought I'd heard odd rustling noises coming from the vicinity of the kitchen, but they were fleeting and would stop anytime I'd bother to get up and look around. Today, however, the noise was not so subtle and was hard to mistake for anything but the sound of a plastic bag being crumpled. I muted the television, got out of my chair as quietly as possible, and tiptoed into the kitchen, slowly making my way to the area of the pantry shelves. Of course, the room fell silent as I did this. As I was looking around, I spotted the distinct, not in any way slight, movement of the telephone cord on the wall behind the shelves. Thoroughly, but not at all touching anything, I proceeded to examine the area on those shelves. I found no furry bodies nor beady black eyes nor wiry tails; I did, however, spot something suspicious.
There, on the second shelf from the bottom, I spy an odd little hole in the bright blue bag of chips. It's mostly round but has ragged edges, pairs of chomping teeth edges. Out of the hole, the corner of a chip sat. I resolved myself to the near-fact that we are sharing our home with a mouse.
I probably wouldn't have come so quickly to that conclusion had it not been for the fact that one of our neighbors confided in NS about our building's past mice infestation. It seems the final fix may have been only temporary.
After I took a shower and came back down to sit for a few more minutes, the sneak attack on the yellow corn chips resumed. I tried again to catch the little creature poking around on the shelf. I was not successful in this quest, but there was proof of activity. The hole was no longer filled with the corner of a chip; it was empty, with only a view to the inner chips remaining.
Tonight, returning home from my mom's house with the boys, they asked to see the mouse. We went to look at the hole in the bag since I obviously couldn't really show them a mouse upon which I had yet to actually lay eyes. We all remarked on its existence, and they accepted my claim that it was the work of our new occupant. I took note of the now crushed state of chips inside the bag. Since I haven't yet found evidence of a mouse hole to which this thing may be retreating, I am left wondering if he has simply taken up residence inside the bag.
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
What is it about that smooth spirit that not only makes memories disappear but boosts the rating of everyone 10 points on the 10-point scale of attractiveness, putting anyone with a sober rating of 1 or higher off the charts?
I watched my guilty pleasure realty show this evening, and I couldn't stop giggling when everyone got drunk doing shots of tequila and drinking margaritas. The highlights of my entertainment came from the not-so-lanky geek busting out with a round-off into a back hand-spring and the ensuing reactions from the rest of the group, especially the kisses from his partner in competition.
Tequila's awesome...so is laughter;>
Monday, November 05, 2007
3 months is not 6...
There will be no more sea trips after this one...
There are several stops scheduled during this half of the trip, which means we will be able to talk in real time rather than relying solely on email...
Deployment comes with financial benefits...
He will not miss Baby Woo-Woo's birth...
I am not alone...
I've been a mess today. I knew I would cry. I did. Many times. All day. I might start again now. This sucks...but it could be worse.
Sunday, November 04, 2007
Saturday, November 03, 2007
It's been a few weeks since I was able to truly admit I've felt movement from Baby Woo-Woo. The past couple of nights have brought lots of smiles out of me. This boy seems to be taking after one of his big brothers, feeling comfy in a breech position. He was in that position when we last saw him a couple weeks ago, and judging by the dance going on in my pelvis every so often each day, he's happy that way;> Unlike his big brother, Baby Woo-Woo does not have to share his space with another baby and will very likely have the room to turn should he choose to do so. (Poor J, procrastination did not work out well for him when he waited until 36 weeks to make a move with his head; it was quite fun to watch, though.) I am not in the least bit concerned with whether or not he does since I've decided to opt for a repeat c-section. I just wish some of these kicks would get strong enough to come through to the outside world tomorrow so that NS won't have to wait three months to feel him move.
Friday, November 02, 2007
This afternoon NS, the boys, and I went to a dog show being held in the area. Our purpose was to meet with a breeder of Newfoundland puppies. Unfortunately, that specific breeder wasn't there by the time we got there, but we did get to see one spectacular Newfie. He'd already won before we arrived and won another prize after. He was gorgeous and huge and loveable.
The breeder NS contacted won't have any puppies available until March, but I'll be putting down a deposit as a Christmas present for NS. How cute will that be? Baby and puppy joining the family together;>
Last weekend I went shopping with my mom and grandmother and the boys. I picked out the sweetest little outfit for Baby Woo-Woo; it's baby blue and covered in baby paw prints and has a little puppy patch that says, "I love my puppy." It just seemed too perfect to pass up, especially considering it was a long-sleeve, long-pant piece with a matching pair of booties (although I think it's weird that the booties seem to have bear heads on them), bib, and hat for $15.
Thursday, November 01, 2007
Those of y'all that have been reading here for a while know that NS and I have been planning for a transfer of locale in the near future. We started talking about it way back when (do you see the date on that post?!?), and went from Hawaii to no Hawaii (Navy said not unless they are beyond desperate for him to be there would they even consider moving an entire family from Virginia to Hawaii) and began to think about either Washington state or very, very southeastern Georgia (and, truth be told, we'd have ended up living in Florida because that is how far in the southeast of Georgia the base was). Then, there was this period of time when we thought we'd definitely be going to the base in Georgia. As it turned out, by the time it was time for NS to actually submit a request for orders to transfer, Georgia wasn't even on the list...but Washington was. So, he submitted for Washington. That was in September. He didn't get the orders.
Now he was facing the possibility of a forced transfer, which could have put us in Guam since they apparently have so many openings, unless he could extend his time on the boat until he was able to get a better transfer. The problem with the extension would be that there's a high likelihood they'd pull him back for the last month or so of their upcoming deployment after Baby Woo-Woo's birth. We were, um, let's say, not excited about this prospect...to say the least.
But, there was still another chance for the preferred option of a simple transfer...the October list of orders became available. Would you believe both Washington and Georgia were on it? To be safe, he requested to be put in for both, hoping that would increase our chances of securing one of them. Last week, he got a call asking which one he preferred. There were very strong pros for each: on one hand, we could move to a place where we know people, like, really know people, and not be thousands of miles from my family; and on the other, we've got a beautiful location where we could expose the boys to some geography-dependent hobbies and interests (snowboarding and ORCAS! come to mind;>). In the end, after I said I really couldn't weigh in with a preference for one over the other, he requested Washington as his top choice.
He called me yesterday to let me know that the orders came through, and we actually have a date to be in Washington. Come the end of August next year, I will have made the biggest move I've ever made, from the southeast to the northwest, Atlantic coast to Pacific. I can hardly believe it's real. I was beginning to think we'd be in limbo forever.