Friday, April 25, 2008
well that was a first
so I have never had much going on in the cleavage department except for when I was pregnant & nursing-unlike the stretch marks it went away. This has never bothered me and well D if it bothers him too late bucko you should have thought about that 12 years ago.
Yesterday I wore a new cute summery top that apparently creates the illusion I have a chest because much to my surprise I actually had a guy talking to my breasts. It was so funny I have never had that happen to me I almost started laughing in the poor guy's face.
Yesterday I wore a new cute summery top that apparently creates the illusion I have a chest because much to my surprise I actually had a guy talking to my breasts. It was so funny I have never had that happen to me I almost started laughing in the poor guy's face.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
books
love 'em. I read a lot always have. I have been know to have 2 going at the same time-no big deal that is until you lose one. There was 1 I lost awhile ago with only about the last third of the book to finish and I knew I did not finish and knew it the back of my head hey I need to either find the book or just buy an new one-a new used one that is- to finish it. As I found myself reading the next book by this author this weekend clearly I am missing some vital plot points...guess I need to hit the bookstore on the way home
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
so how many do you have?
kids that is I am convinced 3 is the new 2 and in the area I live 4 and even 5 very trendy, very trendy indeed sort of like a new bag or shoe...but I digress.
I always thought we would have 2 kids ourselves, turns out I was wrong. Somewhere along the way D changed his mind and by the time he reversed it I was conflicted about the idea of having another at this late date. Yes I know many women have children into their 40s and every thing is just fine and dandy-personally I have concerns both physical and mental and well quite frankly financial. When we had C we just sort of leaped into it fortunately at the time my MIL was available to watch C and be his daycare, D was also happily downsized from his job when C was 1 and with severance & unemployment was able to spend almost a year at home playing Mr Mom. When the boy was 2 we had a fantastic not so expensive daycare for him plus we were residing in my FIL's house for minimal rent. We managed-in truth babies are not sooo expensive they really start to cost as they get older and as far as I can tell it seems to be getting worse each year. We would need a bigger house with a second plus there is the extracurricular activities not sure where we would find the time and money for another kiddo or even to continue with things for C.
We got lucky with C he is a great kid, pain in the a** sometimes but a really good, smart funny kid, a fairly easy happy baby at the time, healthy with normal childhood ailments. I think as you get older it is more of a crap shoot with risks that scare me. Not to mention I am no spring chick and we could not afford any sort of prolonged bed rest or anything. Except for 1 week in the hospital I worked pretty much right up to the day I gave birth.
Back to the spring chick thing the thought of throwing up every morning dragging myself to work trying to nap as much as possible would be more difficult for me now. I don't even want to think about sleepless nights, endless diapers, infant illness when all you can do is hold them & they still don't understand why they feel horrible, potty training ugh!
On the flip side that warm little cuddly body snuggled up against you, the smell of a baby-the good kind not the baby puke smell, bright eyes looking up at you with a sly smile, arms grabbing to get picked up. I get jealous when I see someone with a baby!
Then again when my nieces were hear a car and trips with 3 kids-I would need prozac-seriously.
Watching another mother at the ball field the other night trying to wrangle 3 under the age of 4 while her oldest was on the field let me say I was glad I was able to get in a phone to my mom & read some of my book.
So there it is am conflicted at best on this issue but resolved that the one is probably it for us. Good thing he is such a wonderful one!
I always thought we would have 2 kids ourselves, turns out I was wrong. Somewhere along the way D changed his mind and by the time he reversed it I was conflicted about the idea of having another at this late date. Yes I know many women have children into their 40s and every thing is just fine and dandy-personally I have concerns both physical and mental and well quite frankly financial. When we had C we just sort of leaped into it fortunately at the time my MIL was available to watch C and be his daycare, D was also happily downsized from his job when C was 1 and with severance & unemployment was able to spend almost a year at home playing Mr Mom. When the boy was 2 we had a fantastic not so expensive daycare for him plus we were residing in my FIL's house for minimal rent. We managed-in truth babies are not sooo expensive they really start to cost as they get older and as far as I can tell it seems to be getting worse each year. We would need a bigger house with a second plus there is the extracurricular activities not sure where we would find the time and money for another kiddo or even to continue with things for C.
We got lucky with C he is a great kid, pain in the a** sometimes but a really good, smart funny kid, a fairly easy happy baby at the time, healthy with normal childhood ailments. I think as you get older it is more of a crap shoot with risks that scare me. Not to mention I am no spring chick and we could not afford any sort of prolonged bed rest or anything. Except for 1 week in the hospital I worked pretty much right up to the day I gave birth.
Back to the spring chick thing the thought of throwing up every morning dragging myself to work trying to nap as much as possible would be more difficult for me now. I don't even want to think about sleepless nights, endless diapers, infant illness when all you can do is hold them & they still don't understand why they feel horrible, potty training ugh!
On the flip side that warm little cuddly body snuggled up against you, the smell of a baby-the good kind not the baby puke smell, bright eyes looking up at you with a sly smile, arms grabbing to get picked up. I get jealous when I see someone with a baby!
Then again when my nieces were hear a car and trips with 3 kids-I would need prozac-seriously.
Watching another mother at the ball field the other night trying to wrangle 3 under the age of 4 while her oldest was on the field let me say I was glad I was able to get in a phone to my mom & read some of my book.
So there it is am conflicted at best on this issue but resolved that the one is probably it for us. Good thing he is such a wonderful one!
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
helpful harry
ya just knew it wouldn't last...
yesterday morning C actually got himself up with any sort of prompting, light turning on, threats etc....
When I got out of the shower he had made himself breakfast, made me some toast offered to make me coffee if I would show him how.
In the evening we got home with a short window to eat dinner and get ready for his baseball game-yet another make-up game they rained out Saturday-he jumped right in got his dinner warmed up ate & got ready with very little prompting from me.
After the game(they won again that makes a whole 2 in a row) at shower time he changed the channel to MSNBC so we could watch the news.
and I had promises that well he would do the very same thing this morning well alas not so much
we were back to cajoling and threats and even with that I let him sleep in a few extra minutes and drove him to school.
Which I might add might not happen again anytime soon any other K-town residents excited about smart fix 40? yeah smart my a**
yesterday morning C actually got himself up with any sort of prompting, light turning on, threats etc....
When I got out of the shower he had made himself breakfast, made me some toast offered to make me coffee if I would show him how.
In the evening we got home with a short window to eat dinner and get ready for his baseball game-yet another make-up game they rained out Saturday-he jumped right in got his dinner warmed up ate & got ready with very little prompting from me.
After the game(they won again that makes a whole 2 in a row) at shower time he changed the channel to MSNBC so we could watch the news.
and I had promises that well he would do the very same thing this morning well alas not so much
we were back to cajoling and threats and even with that I let him sleep in a few extra minutes and drove him to school.
Which I might add might not happen again anytime soon any other K-town residents excited about smart fix 40? yeah smart my a**
Monday, April 21, 2008
my pope's visit blog
yes yes I know he left yesterday but it seems like so many others have had a Pope story thought I would add my own.
So my family is Catholic. No no very Catholic maybe even too Catholic. I had a great-uncle that was a priest, a great-aunt that was a nun supposedly way back there was a bishop, my uncle is a Christian Brother(sort of the male equivalent to a nun). Most of the family was educated in Catholic schools-personally I have 8 years under my belt, my brother 12. My parents have always been very involved in the church and in fact my dad is a deacon. Unlike the fine Southern Baptist tradition of waving your arms and declaring yourself a deacon, in the Catholic church becoming a deacon is a pretty big deal entailing school & an ordination similar to that of a priest. Not content with just being a deacon my father is indeed super-Deacon, he is charge of formation for the diocese of Bridgeport, very involved on the national level & also works for Bishop Lori(Bridgeport diocese). My father is also good friends with Cardinal Edward Egan of NY whom he first met when he was our bishop in CT. Dad even went to Rome when the cardinal became a cardinal & concelebrated at his first mass. All that lead up to....and so Dad was invited to the Papal mass at St Patrick's in NYC this past weekend by Cardinal Eagan. He was also suppose to meet the Pontiff-just for a photo not the beer & schnitzel lunch. I watched all 3 hours of coverage on MSNBC but not even a glimpse of my dad although as D pointed out there was a lot of older gentleman in their white dresses how could I tell?
3 things about the newscast glared out at me they kept commenting on his thick German accent. ok now I am a good-German girl with a grandfather that came over on the boat plus I worked in a German bakery for a number of years so maybe it's just me but a German accent is not so hard to understand. Even if it was the man has mastered the English language as well as oh 1 or 2 others.
-the second point was the abuse scandal. I know it happened. Hell turned out I knew a few of the priests doing the abusing. It was/is/will always be horrible not even arguing that point. I can not even imagine how horrible it would be, hell I would skin anyone alive if they touched my son but in all fairness the church has been working to try and fix these horrific problems for several years now. No it does not excuse the past but maybe they could not have mentioned it every 10 minutes or so?
-finally the mass at St Pat's was beautiful even on the telly-we Catholics can do pageantry
So my family is Catholic. No no very Catholic maybe even too Catholic. I had a great-uncle that was a priest, a great-aunt that was a nun supposedly way back there was a bishop, my uncle is a Christian Brother(sort of the male equivalent to a nun). Most of the family was educated in Catholic schools-personally I have 8 years under my belt, my brother 12. My parents have always been very involved in the church and in fact my dad is a deacon. Unlike the fine Southern Baptist tradition of waving your arms and declaring yourself a deacon, in the Catholic church becoming a deacon is a pretty big deal entailing school & an ordination similar to that of a priest. Not content with just being a deacon my father is indeed super-Deacon, he is charge of formation for the diocese of Bridgeport, very involved on the national level & also works for Bishop Lori(Bridgeport diocese). My father is also good friends with Cardinal Edward Egan of NY whom he first met when he was our bishop in CT. Dad even went to Rome when the cardinal became a cardinal & concelebrated at his first mass. All that lead up to....and so Dad was invited to the Papal mass at St Patrick's in NYC this past weekend by Cardinal Eagan. He was also suppose to meet the Pontiff-just for a photo not the beer & schnitzel lunch. I watched all 3 hours of coverage on MSNBC but not even a glimpse of my dad although as D pointed out there was a lot of older gentleman in their white dresses how could I tell?
3 things about the newscast glared out at me they kept commenting on his thick German accent. ok now I am a good-German girl with a grandfather that came over on the boat plus I worked in a German bakery for a number of years so maybe it's just me but a German accent is not so hard to understand. Even if it was the man has mastered the English language as well as oh 1 or 2 others.
-the second point was the abuse scandal. I know it happened. Hell turned out I knew a few of the priests doing the abusing. It was/is/will always be horrible not even arguing that point. I can not even imagine how horrible it would be, hell I would skin anyone alive if they touched my son but in all fairness the church has been working to try and fix these horrific problems for several years now. No it does not excuse the past but maybe they could not have mentioned it every 10 minutes or so?
-finally the mass at St Pat's was beautiful even on the telly-we Catholics can do pageantry
weekend update...again
I hate not being able to blog over the weekends, I would do it from my cell phone if typing with my thumbs didn't take so damn blasted long!
I thought the weekend was going to have a bumpy start when I got the phone call from C's school that he was not feeling well-about an hour before dismissal and no he just could not wait. So I zipped over to pick him up expecting him on death's doorstep or something-hell he couldn't even manage a good cough for me. Does he have a cold yes with a moderate cough I told him next time he needs to suck it up for 1 hour. I pissed off a bus driver because I was in the wrong spot but hell it was a good half hour before dismissal-I manged to control myself and not flip him the bird even though I wanted to. As C was fine I dropped him with some robitussin at mee-maw's.
D and I after brief spat over where to eat we wound up at East Japan or whatever it is called for some sushi-very yummy it used to be Gohan-Ya until recently which we always enjoyed and I must say it was even better on Friday!
Saturday was great we went with friends for lunch then up to the mountains specifically for a trek to the Coleman outlets so we could gear up for the big camping trip next weekend. We now have our own tent & apparently it is a popular tent 4 of us will have the same exact one there is talk of flags or maybe we could just spray paint our last names on each tent? We had little stop for some adult beverages and menus were discussed then a brief stop by my store for some new tunes in support of Record Store Day. No great romantic dinner for our anniversary but a really fun day with friends!
I did have one crazy phone call from MIL about taking C to the doctor to check him for asthma. Now most of his cousins suffer from it so I would like to think I am pretty aware of the signs and have not noticed C suffering as of yet so I just brushed her off. Got a phone call Sunday morning that he was congested and something about either medicine or the doctor before it turned into pneumonia. Pneumonia??!!?? I really expected him to be wheeled in on a stretcher but no he ran in showing off all of the loot he managed to talk mee-maw into buying him on Saturday. Does he have a cold sure but so do I he'll live....
Sunday was a lazy day of laundry & grocery shopping and coughing-from me that is I may have coughed up a vital organ but I'm not sure.. And let me say vicks vapor rub not very sexy!
And so it is Monday back to the grind....
I thought the weekend was going to have a bumpy start when I got the phone call from C's school that he was not feeling well-about an hour before dismissal and no he just could not wait. So I zipped over to pick him up expecting him on death's doorstep or something-hell he couldn't even manage a good cough for me. Does he have a cold yes with a moderate cough I told him next time he needs to suck it up for 1 hour. I pissed off a bus driver because I was in the wrong spot but hell it was a good half hour before dismissal-I manged to control myself and not flip him the bird even though I wanted to. As C was fine I dropped him with some robitussin at mee-maw's.
D and I after brief spat over where to eat we wound up at East Japan or whatever it is called for some sushi-very yummy it used to be Gohan-Ya until recently which we always enjoyed and I must say it was even better on Friday!
Saturday was great we went with friends for lunch then up to the mountains specifically for a trek to the Coleman outlets so we could gear up for the big camping trip next weekend. We now have our own tent & apparently it is a popular tent 4 of us will have the same exact one there is talk of flags or maybe we could just spray paint our last names on each tent? We had little stop for some adult beverages and menus were discussed then a brief stop by my store for some new tunes in support of Record Store Day. No great romantic dinner for our anniversary but a really fun day with friends!
I did have one crazy phone call from MIL about taking C to the doctor to check him for asthma. Now most of his cousins suffer from it so I would like to think I am pretty aware of the signs and have not noticed C suffering as of yet so I just brushed her off. Got a phone call Sunday morning that he was congested and something about either medicine or the doctor before it turned into pneumonia. Pneumonia??!!?? I really expected him to be wheeled in on a stretcher but no he ran in showing off all of the loot he managed to talk mee-maw into buying him on Saturday. Does he have a cold sure but so do I he'll live....
Sunday was a lazy day of laundry & grocery shopping and coughing-from me that is I may have coughed up a vital organ but I'm not sure.. And let me say vicks vapor rub not very sexy!
And so it is Monday back to the grind....
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