I posted lastnight about my wonderful rain pouring down, music blasting, windows open non-mom moment. I maintain it was fantastic!
This morning I get a text from my husband about 3 minutes after he left for work. "You left the passenger side window open, Ms. I-gotta-feel-the-rain!"
SHIT!
It stormed here off and on ALL NIGHT! The car...was parked outside! Thank God for Honda Elements and their plastic floors and neoprene seats! By the time he got to work, it was already partly dry.
I'm such an idiot!
I check and double check to make sure all the doors and windows of the house are closed up and locked every night, I check and double check to make sure the car alarms are set ever night. I SWEAR I thought both windows rolled up!
We got a good laugh out of it, but I assured him, my inner gypsy will keep her windows rolled up in future rain storms.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Monday, April 5, 2010
My gypsy was callin'
Some women go out to clubs and dance, some go to bars and drink, some go to book clubs and other meetings...all in an attempt to have some "me time".
I'm not like some women.
The road is my "me time".
Tonight, she was at her best.
After dinner out with my 'rents, my hubby took the kids and headed home. I hit Walgreens for some formula, a magazine, and a Dingo bone for the dog...she loves those. The ultimate domestic shopping trip.
But when I got in the car to head home the great wide open gave me all it had to give. I hit the west side of town and the very last street light, and with my windows wide open, cranked the stereo just loud enough to risk blowing the speakers. The subs pounded, the music roared, the wind whipped around as it can only do when all the windows are down...and then the rain cut loose. POURING down as hard as it could. I drove into it 55 (cuz I NEVER speed...yeah...right), singing at the top of my lungs! The smell of fresh rain, cliche but perfect Boston's "More Than A Feelin" (nothing says freedom like 80's rock...sorry), and purple streaks of lightening slamming down ahead of me to the west.
My gypsy called...No...she screamed! My husband is a lucky man tonight...it was hard not to keep driving!
When he gets in the car tomorrow morning, the seat might be a bit wet from the rain :) He'll live.
Times like this I realize how much I love my family and much I have given into the domestic life...but that thunder is still out there, rolling...I see a road trip in my near future...
I'm not like some women.
The road is my "me time".
Tonight, she was at her best.
After dinner out with my 'rents, my hubby took the kids and headed home. I hit Walgreens for some formula, a magazine, and a Dingo bone for the dog...she loves those. The ultimate domestic shopping trip.
But when I got in the car to head home the great wide open gave me all it had to give. I hit the west side of town and the very last street light, and with my windows wide open, cranked the stereo just loud enough to risk blowing the speakers. The subs pounded, the music roared, the wind whipped around as it can only do when all the windows are down...and then the rain cut loose. POURING down as hard as it could. I drove into it 55 (cuz I NEVER speed...yeah...right), singing at the top of my lungs! The smell of fresh rain, cliche but perfect Boston's "More Than A Feelin" (nothing says freedom like 80's rock...sorry), and purple streaks of lightening slamming down ahead of me to the west.
My gypsy called...No...she screamed! My husband is a lucky man tonight...it was hard not to keep driving!
When he gets in the car tomorrow morning, the seat might be a bit wet from the rain :) He'll live.
Times like this I realize how much I love my family and much I have given into the domestic life...but that thunder is still out there, rolling...I see a road trip in my near future...
"He used a Sharpie!!"
I can just picture having to say those words to my husband in the future.
So it started. While being changed after his bath today, my little man realized that he can reach down and grab his 'junk'. Yes, his "JUNK" ... boy parts ... whatever you want to call it.
Grab it.
Annnnnnnnnnd he thinks it's HYSTERICAL! I grabs or smacks at it, then laughs! I was horrified! And in the split second it took my brain to register what he was doing, all I could hear from somewhere in the recesses of my TV riddled little mind was,
"TING TING! DADDY...LOOK AT MY TING TING!"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9DC3xNPwLe8
If you just read past that link...go watch it, then come back and read the rest!
So I stood staring, not fully registering what he was doing, until suddenly the Jo Koy saying "Oh God! He ripped it off!" Popped into my head. I threw the diaper on him faster than any diaper has ever been strapped to a baby in the history of the world. Then I broke out into hysterical laughter!
We're in big trouble! Not only is the kid so well endowed that the nurse who assisted in the delivery felt the need to say "Whoa!" and point out his size...but he's obsessed with it already!
"Hey! Lets have a boy!"
Famous last words!
I swear this child is going to make me old way before my time!
So it started. While being changed after his bath today, my little man realized that he can reach down and grab his 'junk'. Yes, his "JUNK" ... boy parts ... whatever you want to call it.
Grab it.
Annnnnnnnnnd he thinks it's HYSTERICAL! I grabs or smacks at it, then laughs! I was horrified! And in the split second it took my brain to register what he was doing, all I could hear from somewhere in the recesses of my TV riddled little mind was,
"TING TING! DADDY...LOOK AT MY TING TING!"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9DC3xNPwLe8
If you just read past that link...go watch it, then come back and read the rest!
So I stood staring, not fully registering what he was doing, until suddenly the Jo Koy saying "Oh God! He ripped it off!" Popped into my head. I threw the diaper on him faster than any diaper has ever been strapped to a baby in the history of the world. Then I broke out into hysterical laughter!
We're in big trouble! Not only is the kid so well endowed that the nurse who assisted in the delivery felt the need to say "Whoa!" and point out his size...but he's obsessed with it already!
"Hey! Lets have a boy!"
Famous last words!
I swear this child is going to make me old way before my time!
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Mother of the year = Me!
Getting 6 people out of the house on any given day can be, challenging (at best). Normally we have few if any issues. The girls move smoothly through their morning routines, I get the baby ready, and on weekends the hubby makes breakfast for everyone and cleans up while I'm getting ready.
This morning, somehow, wires got crossed. While I was in the process of packing the diaper bag, I saw my husband grab the ziplock that usually contains the nipples and a bink, and throw it in the bag. I grabbed the rest of the things that we needed, bottle, formula, rice cereal, etc and we were gone. We no more sat down at church for Easter service and little man started fussing. I grabbed the bottle, mixed in the formula and nursery water, and went for the ziplock...no nipple. Uh....no nipple? NO NIPPLE?!?! FRICK!
I looked at my husband, "Did you pack a nipple?" He smirked...very funny!
I dug through the entire bag. NO NIPPLES!
By now, little man was just about to let loose a roar as the band got on stage to begin worship. I threw my hands up in the air, "I gotta go!"
I grabbed the diaper bag, little man and headed for the door.
I was almost out of the building when a woman I know asked where I was going. I explained the dilema and she said she had a bottle I could use. YAY! She goes to the counter and gets the bottle they use to collect coins for the crisis pregnancy center. COLLECT COINS.
EWWWWWW! Is she kidding?!?! I kindly thanked her and said that I thought I might have a nipple in the car but I appreciate her offer.
I shuddered on my way to the car!
By the time I got to the store, Moose was screaming. Poor little guy! He was so hungry. All I could think was 'Mother of the year! Dragging a screaming kid through a store looking for a nipple which is kind of an important part of ANY bottle! I cant believe I forgot that!'
Once back at the church and walking with a babe in arms sucking furiously at his bottle, I was able to regroup but the calm of the day was shot.
ON the way home the kids were wound up. Little man was finally sleeping. Husband and I were talking about the upcoming move. And without even thinking I yelled,
"LOOK! SOMEONE RAN OVER THE EASTER BUNNY!!" Oh yeah! Dead rabbit on the side of the road! I lost it. I laughed so hard tears ran down my face. MOTHER OF THE YEAR!
2 of the kids had a look of shock on their faces. Little man was sleeping. The last child said, "You have GOT to be kidding me!" Then at once they all began laughing together.
Ah how far we have come from children who cried if you looked at them the wrong way!
Our dinner was beautiful and enjoying the company of my in laws was a pleasure. My parents unfortunately didn't make it out, but who can blame them after a 15 hour drive!
Easter went off with only minor hitches, and a slightly flattened bunny. Thank God!
This morning, somehow, wires got crossed. While I was in the process of packing the diaper bag, I saw my husband grab the ziplock that usually contains the nipples and a bink, and throw it in the bag. I grabbed the rest of the things that we needed, bottle, formula, rice cereal, etc and we were gone. We no more sat down at church for Easter service and little man started fussing. I grabbed the bottle, mixed in the formula and nursery water, and went for the ziplock...no nipple. Uh....no nipple? NO NIPPLE?!?! FRICK!
I looked at my husband, "Did you pack a nipple?" He smirked...very funny!
I dug through the entire bag. NO NIPPLES!
By now, little man was just about to let loose a roar as the band got on stage to begin worship. I threw my hands up in the air, "I gotta go!"
I grabbed the diaper bag, little man and headed for the door.
I was almost out of the building when a woman I know asked where I was going. I explained the dilema and she said she had a bottle I could use. YAY! She goes to the counter and gets the bottle they use to collect coins for the crisis pregnancy center. COLLECT COINS.
EWWWWWW! Is she kidding?!?! I kindly thanked her and said that I thought I might have a nipple in the car but I appreciate her offer.
I shuddered on my way to the car!
By the time I got to the store, Moose was screaming. Poor little guy! He was so hungry. All I could think was 'Mother of the year! Dragging a screaming kid through a store looking for a nipple which is kind of an important part of ANY bottle! I cant believe I forgot that!'
Once back at the church and walking with a babe in arms sucking furiously at his bottle, I was able to regroup but the calm of the day was shot.
ON the way home the kids were wound up. Little man was finally sleeping. Husband and I were talking about the upcoming move. And without even thinking I yelled,
"LOOK! SOMEONE RAN OVER THE EASTER BUNNY!!" Oh yeah! Dead rabbit on the side of the road! I lost it. I laughed so hard tears ran down my face. MOTHER OF THE YEAR!
2 of the kids had a look of shock on their faces. Little man was sleeping. The last child said, "You have GOT to be kidding me!" Then at once they all began laughing together.
Ah how far we have come from children who cried if you looked at them the wrong way!
Our dinner was beautiful and enjoying the company of my in laws was a pleasure. My parents unfortunately didn't make it out, but who can blame them after a 15 hour drive!
Easter went off with only minor hitches, and a slightly flattened bunny. Thank God!
Saturday, April 3, 2010
I married the right man
I have had a crazy 2 weeks. Prepping for and attending a birthing event; which has already produced 4 photo shoots (in under a week!); getting the ball rolling on the final run of my novel before it is released; working on setting up a new photo studio with all new equipment; and doing a handful of tattoos over this weekend to boot! OH and planning the 1st holiday that I'm hosting at my house; Easter.
You could say its been chaotic!
Last night my husband cooked me an amazing steak dinner. I love that man, he spoils me. This morning he got up with little man and let me sleep in, as is usually the case on weekends. When I woke, he had steak and eggs ready for me for breakfast, my house cleaned, the dishes loaded and get this-LOADED MY WAY (yeah-he didn't put down the flippy thing! YAY!). He also had the grocery list made up for me and the prescription refills already called into the pharmacy!
Gotta love a man who takes some initiative and helps out! It's really the little things that make a big difference in your day. I could have done without the house cleaning and the grocery list, and even the breakfast. The fact that after reading my blog, he actually made a point to leave the flippy thing up, reminds me of why I love this man. He cares about the little things. I pointed out to him that he had not loaded dishes his normal way. At 1st he sassed me; saying, "I would hate to stop the steak knives from taking over the butter knives' turf!" Very funny. But then he said, "If it makes it a little easier for you to do dishes with them loaded this way, I don't mind doing that. Whatever makes youre life easier is cool with me."
Almost brought a tear to my eye. Over flippin dishes!
I hope every day that my single friends will find someone like my husband. Someone who cares about doing those little things for them. I'm really truly blessed! I have a husband who treats me like I walk on water; kids who are the talk of every party and a constant source of compliments from both people we know as well as strangers; a home full of love and peace and trust...I really couldn't ask for more. (Maybe a bigger house but we're working on that!)
You could say its been chaotic!
Last night my husband cooked me an amazing steak dinner. I love that man, he spoils me. This morning he got up with little man and let me sleep in, as is usually the case on weekends. When I woke, he had steak and eggs ready for me for breakfast, my house cleaned, the dishes loaded and get this-LOADED MY WAY (yeah-he didn't put down the flippy thing! YAY!). He also had the grocery list made up for me and the prescription refills already called into the pharmacy!
Gotta love a man who takes some initiative and helps out! It's really the little things that make a big difference in your day. I could have done without the house cleaning and the grocery list, and even the breakfast. The fact that after reading my blog, he actually made a point to leave the flippy thing up, reminds me of why I love this man. He cares about the little things. I pointed out to him that he had not loaded dishes his normal way. At 1st he sassed me; saying, "I would hate to stop the steak knives from taking over the butter knives' turf!" Very funny. But then he said, "If it makes it a little easier for you to do dishes with them loaded this way, I don't mind doing that. Whatever makes youre life easier is cool with me."
Almost brought a tear to my eye. Over flippin dishes!
I hope every day that my single friends will find someone like my husband. Someone who cares about doing those little things for them. I'm really truly blessed! I have a husband who treats me like I walk on water; kids who are the talk of every party and a constant source of compliments from both people we know as well as strangers; a home full of love and peace and trust...I really couldn't ask for more. (Maybe a bigger house but we're working on that!)
Friday, April 2, 2010
Its GOOD Friday...not SPRING Friday!
If I hear one more person say today is "Spring Friday" I'm going to lose it!
I don't care if I hurt your feelings or belittle your beliefs. You obviously don't care if you do that to me! Ooooooooooooh! But what about the Muslims and the Jews and the Pagans? What about them? Are they not off work today? Are they not planning to enjoy the beautiful spring weather? And while we're at it do they not enjoy December 25th with their families? IT'S FREAKIN CHRISTMAS. I don't care what you label it, I don't care what you tell the Walmart check out girls they have to say when people leave..."happy holidays!" I don't care what your religious beliefs are...that day is a holiday because the Christian people who formed this country believed it (and today) to be special days and said we should all take the day off and enjoy the time to reflect on it. So if you don't share Christian beliefs, then don't reflect on it but don't try to take it and turn it into some political nonsense because it's NOT.
"I am so sick of this self-help, 12-step, left over hippy generation bullshit!"
This country was formed by God fearing men. OH MY! She said MEN, not MEN & WOMEN. Damn right I did. The women had little if anything to do with the actual forming of this country that so many of us claim to love.
It is what it is, you can't rewrite history you communist asses...the holocaust happened and America was formed by great men, who had great women by their sides at home (Abigail Adams is a favorite of mine) but not by their side in the halls of Washington or at their offices.
Men who believed in a Christian God. Men who believed Jesus Christ died for their sins.
Men who wrote the pledge of allegience and are rolling over in their graves because some individuals have decided that we have to be so concerned with everyone's feelings that suddenly we're no longer concerned with Christian's feelings or the history of what this nation was built on.
You weren't forced to come live in a country based on those beliefs. And don't give me any bullshit about how your ancestors were brought here as slaves...African American, Irish, Chinese...tons of people were...no one is holding you here against your will. If you have an issue with being here, GO SOMEWHERE ELSE! I can name at least 3 countries within spitting distance of here who not only do not subscribe to the Christian belief system or have a history in it, but are pretty against it! Go there! Go back to where your enslaved ancestors were from.
No one is asking you to give your life to Christ. No one is forcing you to change your beliefs. But today is GOOD FRIDAY...and December 25th is CHRISTMAS. GET THE HELL OVER IT, YOU WHINEY BABIES!
Aren't I a shining example of Christian tolerance and agape love? Ya know what, its about time we stand up for ourselves and stop turning the other cheek. Guess you can say I'm a fan of the Old Testament God who would have smited those who think they can just walk all over my religion and expect us to tread lightly around theirs.
If you can't accept that some of the holidays you all sit on your asses and enjoy not working are based in Christian beliefs, THEN GO TO WORK. Trust us. Not a single Christian will sit home and shed a tear because you're sitting behind your desk punching numbers while we're at home celebrating the life & death of our savior.
CAN I GET AN 'AMEN'?!!?!
I don't care if I hurt your feelings or belittle your beliefs. You obviously don't care if you do that to me! Ooooooooooooh! But what about the Muslims and the Jews and the Pagans? What about them? Are they not off work today? Are they not planning to enjoy the beautiful spring weather? And while we're at it do they not enjoy December 25th with their families? IT'S FREAKIN CHRISTMAS. I don't care what you label it, I don't care what you tell the Walmart check out girls they have to say when people leave..."happy holidays!" I don't care what your religious beliefs are...that day is a holiday because the Christian people who formed this country believed it (and today) to be special days and said we should all take the day off and enjoy the time to reflect on it. So if you don't share Christian beliefs, then don't reflect on it but don't try to take it and turn it into some political nonsense because it's NOT.
"I am so sick of this self-help, 12-step, left over hippy generation bullshit!"
This country was formed by God fearing men. OH MY! She said MEN, not MEN & WOMEN. Damn right I did. The women had little if anything to do with the actual forming of this country that so many of us claim to love.
It is what it is, you can't rewrite history you communist asses...the holocaust happened and America was formed by great men, who had great women by their sides at home (Abigail Adams is a favorite of mine) but not by their side in the halls of Washington or at their offices.
Men who believed in a Christian God. Men who believed Jesus Christ died for their sins.
Men who wrote the pledge of allegience and are rolling over in their graves because some individuals have decided that we have to be so concerned with everyone's feelings that suddenly we're no longer concerned with Christian's feelings or the history of what this nation was built on.
You weren't forced to come live in a country based on those beliefs. And don't give me any bullshit about how your ancestors were brought here as slaves...African American, Irish, Chinese...tons of people were...no one is holding you here against your will. If you have an issue with being here, GO SOMEWHERE ELSE! I can name at least 3 countries within spitting distance of here who not only do not subscribe to the Christian belief system or have a history in it, but are pretty against it! Go there! Go back to where your enslaved ancestors were from.
No one is asking you to give your life to Christ. No one is forcing you to change your beliefs. But today is GOOD FRIDAY...and December 25th is CHRISTMAS. GET THE HELL OVER IT, YOU WHINEY BABIES!
Aren't I a shining example of Christian tolerance and agape love? Ya know what, its about time we stand up for ourselves and stop turning the other cheek. Guess you can say I'm a fan of the Old Testament God who would have smited those who think they can just walk all over my religion and expect us to tread lightly around theirs.
If you can't accept that some of the holidays you all sit on your asses and enjoy not working are based in Christian beliefs, THEN GO TO WORK. Trust us. Not a single Christian will sit home and shed a tear because you're sitting behind your desk punching numbers while we're at home celebrating the life & death of our savior.
CAN I GET AN 'AMEN'?!!?!
Thursday, April 1, 2010
New Give-Away Rules & Novel Published
This morning I wrote:
So...
I wrote a novel.
Yes. Because I don't have enough to do with running a photography business, learning to tattoo, being a full time mom to 4 kids all under the age of 10, and running my household.
It's bad ass, if I may say so myself!
It was slotted to be released in October of 2009 but because of complications with my little belly Moose, I had to push off the drop date.
I just got off the phone with my NEW publisher (I loathed the guy who was incharge of my account with the old publisher!) and the book is copyrighted, the ISBN number is assigned, and they emailed me the barcode to attach to the cover image for final printing! AAIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
More info, some snippets from the novel, and extra fun stuff about it to come! Should be in all major book chains and available online at my publisher and amazon.com by end of May!!!!
The giveaway was going to be based on a vote for who had the best psycho ex story.
I got an email from a reader. She had a very valid point. Not everyone has a psycho ex (some of you are lucky). And while the novel was LOOSELY inspired by psycho exes (not the one who thinks she inspired it though...sorry snuffleupagus, save your narcissism for your bathroom mirror) it is not all about psycho exes so here is the new scoop for the give away:
Comment on this post with your favorite author and book.
When the novel releases, I will do a drawing. 2 readers will get a copy of the novel.
You're right my deary...this is more fair. Thank you for pointing out the error of my excitement this morning!
So...
I wrote a novel.
Yes. Because I don't have enough to do with running a photography business, learning to tattoo, being a full time mom to 4 kids all under the age of 10, and running my household.
It's bad ass, if I may say so myself!
It was slotted to be released in October of 2009 but because of complications with my little belly Moose, I had to push off the drop date.
I just got off the phone with my NEW publisher (I loathed the guy who was incharge of my account with the old publisher!) and the book is copyrighted, the ISBN number is assigned, and they emailed me the barcode to attach to the cover image for final printing! AAIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
More info, some snippets from the novel, and extra fun stuff about it to come! Should be in all major book chains and available online at my publisher and amazon.com by end of May!!!!
The giveaway was going to be based on a vote for who had the best psycho ex story.
I got an email from a reader. She had a very valid point. Not everyone has a psycho ex (some of you are lucky). And while the novel was LOOSELY inspired by psycho exes (not the one who thinks she inspired it though...sorry snuffleupagus, save your narcissism for your bathroom mirror) it is not all about psycho exes so here is the new scoop for the give away:
Comment on this post with your favorite author and book.
When the novel releases, I will do a drawing. 2 readers will get a copy of the novel.
You're right my deary...this is more fair. Thank you for pointing out the error of my excitement this morning!
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