tell me i'm a wreck.

help me sanity...

I am slowly going insane, mess by mess. My small child is similar to that of a Tasmanian Devil. Every room he enters some how becomes a dust cloud of filth and mess. I have a feeling I'll be missing a few fingers by the time he's 18 due to all of the bone polishing messes I have to endure day after day. Where's a baby straight jacket when you need one?

If anyone who is OCD and would like to clean my house pro bono I will be more than happy to give you my address...

please and thank you

xoxoxox

are you kidding me?

I don't know if you've had the particular issue I am about to comment on or not, but what is with people who won't butt out? There has been a certain crisis, if that's what you want to call it, that concerns a certain family member. Now keep in mind, there hasn't been anything shocking or sizzling that has taken place in many many years. So of course I could understand the curiosity, the puzzlement, and so forth. We are all human beings who like to know a little bit about the other person, especially if they're related. I'm all for being close, but don't be a dumb-ass!! I will elaborate more in the posts to come, but seriously, we all need to get some form of lives... and fast!

In desperate need of a cleaner

Here go the long pauses again. I forget how 'normal' my life used to be before it wasn't so normal anymore. Now 'normal' consists of walks about a half block up the neighborhood, always keeping a bottle or a sippy handy as well as gingersnap cookies, I have to pre-plan everything almost down the minute, and I am not a late arriver. I used to the the early arriver, which has taken a swift nosedive to left. I forget what it's like not to have laundry to do everyday, or to have to do dishes... again!!!

I swear I need a maid service. It's interesting that what used to seem cluttered to me, now all of a sudden looks tidy. I am drowning in housework and domesticated life. Please somebody come dig me out before it's too late...

Goodbye world, I'll see you on the other side.

What a Wonderous Year

My my my, how the time will fly. The Beebster is one year old and on the verge of walking. He can take about 2 to 3 zombie steps and then will immediately sit. We went on a walk tonight before his bed time in which he became increasingly hyper. Now I can hear his little footsteps as he is jumping up and down in his bed. He's so hilarious in so many ways. As much as it is a challenge, being a parent is unlike anything else in the world. I highly recommend it to all my friends. (wink wink)

Until next time,

Exercise, naps, and cocktails are keen!

There's Nothing Like It

Exams are finally over and come Sunday I will be a college graduate of The Ohio State University. My life has been hell recently thanks to being alone for a week and having to have been left behind. My other half is in El Las Vegas for a sheet metal worker's competition and his VIP status has him staying in the Caesar's Palace hotel. How chi chi... I should however be there lounging by the pool in nothing but swimwear and sunlight, but I guess someone has to hold down the fort. BB diapers don't get changed by themselves. Poo Poo on me. I have been throwing myself a pity party since the day I drove him to the airport. I now fully understand the concept of separation anxiety. Normally when it was vacation time I was the one flying off to San Diego for three weeks, or driving to Sioux St. Marie, Ontario to go camping at Pancake Bay for weeks at a time. Which by the way are the only two places I am fully able to get sun tanned. My fresh Latino skin is otherwise unimpressed with the Ohio drab sunlight, no matter how sporadic I can make it outside. To curb my jealous enthusiasm I am getting tattooed tomorrow. I don't really know how I feel about it just yet. The last time I got tattooed was about 4 years ago. I will be getting my sugar skull with a headpiece of 'heart people'. They are these cute little hearts with faces that I would draw as a kid. They are a memento of my childhood and a reminder of the childhood I get to shape with my own little monster.

In the mean time, I am kicking back with some freshly cooked perogies and a glass of Cupcake Cabernet Sauvignon. It's a little mediocre. I am a fan however of the Cupcake Chardonnay. It's slowly becoming my new favorite.

Spring has almost sprung, and I am looking forward to a lazy summer of yard work, balmy evenings, and cold wine. There's nothing like it and I can't wait.

MoaCW

And he's at it again. I can't remember the pseudonym I picked out for my co-worker, but he is at it again. For the weekend my sister and I, with the accompaniment of many friends are going out dancing. A tradition that is never really planned it just emerges when we have time and all of us can come together. So of course I would feel the need to share my weekend plans with said friend. His random text he sent me is as follows;

'Dayton shouldn't be able to spell mask fancy'.

My other favorite is the topper of the night;

'You should go to the gothic bar in the brewery district called the church with your hot topic crew instead of the mask in Dayton on Saturday. It would bring comradery to your team if you spend time outside the work place. Just saying...'

my response -- 'but I don't work at the masque'

'..... sigh'

I think it's fair game to say that I stress him out just a little bit. What are friends for?

New Lesson

I have learned a valuable lesson. Never let a ten month old touch your sandwich. He will make new shapes and holes that you never thought could happen within 60 seconds.

How about a great Winter?

I have come to the conclusion that I hate the cold, but man do I ever love the snow. I am more than elated at all of the piles and piles of sugar fluff we have floating around the Capital City.

Cheers to snow!

What a February Indeed

It's the first of the month, what's new? Baby is happy and healthy. Husband is working. Possibly going dancing during the coming up weekend. I love letting loose, dressing up foolishy, and having a great time at it. We will have to see what the wind brings my way.

MoaCW

'Hey Boner, do you have the Essential Keys?'

-- the Essential Keys being the set of keys that gets you in and out of the cash vault

Only my Boys

Here's what happens when;

a. you give an 8 month old a stick of butter to 'hold'




b. your husband leaves you a surprise in the dish washer

MoaCW

Mr. Holt (that's my buddy's pseudonym) went to a gala New Year's Eve party, of which I did not, and he woke up between a random girl and being spooned by his best friend.

What a giggle monster!!

what a dummy conehead!

Melon and I have certain terms of endearment that I don't feel as though the 'normal' person would understand. He flirts like a third grader and name calling is pretty much essential. On the other hand, my quirkiness picks up another level. Here's what I call the 'dummy conehead'. It was brought to life by my husband wearing a particular sweatshirt. In the morning he'll give me hugs and kisses before going to work. As he is leaving the last thing I see is his conehead, as demonstrated by me!



I look like a snowman.

MoaCW (musings of a coworker)

I sent my buddy a text asking if my teeth are small. His response,

"U never smile so I would never know"

... he of course would be lying :-p

Musings of a Co-Worker

I work with a hilarious individual and periodically I will receive the funniest stuff. Granted sometimes I ask for it but on this particular evening here's what I got;

"I went to eat at a restaurant by myself. A little girl came up to my table and told me I look lonely and gave me a hug. Hahaha am I that pathetic looking?"

it's time

I feel like my blog and writing have been boring, mundane, and an overall crap fest. I feel like I need to find a new way of writing and expressing myself without telling the world about my life. There needs to be a different way, although I'm not sure how or what it should be. I find myself wanting to write about family, work, life, etc. which is all good, but I have a small sneaking suspicion that if I write the way I see it then I can get in a lot of trouble, or hurt some feelings. I need a new spin and by all means I'm going to find it. So just sit back and relax as I find myself... in my spare time.

Hopefully I will still be interesting.

Until then,

XOXOX

what a squeeze

i have been able to button and comfortably walk around in my pre-pregnancy 'fat jeans'. i'm hitting the gym today and my winter body makeover is going splendidly.

all it takes is a little time, patience, and persistence.

what an easy Thanksgiving...

kind of really. my family was awesome, the food was great, and for all those last minute 'show-er uppers' you may now leave. Thanksgiving wasn't so bad, minus the stress and a cramped house. It was the first year that I cooked for my family (turkey style) and the event was hosted at my place. I was super excited with how the turkey and food turned out and overall it was relatively quick. My little Stinky Baby, aka Stinky Foster had his first taste of Pickled Beet juice and surprisingly the kid enjoyed it. He is seven months and growing with his two bottom teeth and a slimy grin. He is wonderfulness wrapped all in one. I never would have expected him to be enjoying the beet juice, but hey when your kid likes something, he's gotta have it right? haha!! I'm sure there are going to be a few gasps, and to clear the record, no I am not going to be that kind of mother. He will have his boundaries, I was mainly talking about the Pickled Beet Juice.

now on to the rest of the Holidays...

why?

trail mix isn't that delicious.... i'm just saying.

i kicked ass on the ellyptical today. woop. woop. i'm almost back to the pre-pregnancy weight. i think i would have been there already had i been more motivated. there's no time like the present!