TheLifeandTimesofaMom

Life and Times of a Mommy(:

Hey Momma,

We sure did have a rough go of it, didn’t we? When I tell people that, I’m sure they thing we had the normal mother/teenage daughter relationship. Boy, where they wrong!! No offense, but you kinda lost your mind when you turned 40. It started a little before then, but man, at 40, it got bad. I don’t know if you were trying to rebel again, or what, but woman, you was cah-ray-zeee!!!!!

And when we stopped talking for those 6 months, it was rough. But you needed some tough love. To be honest, the only reason I fixed things was because I didn’t want things to be awkward at Memaw’s during Kase’s baby shower. I never told her we stopped talking. I didn’t want to upset her. She hoped you would come to your senses one day. I think you did a little bit after that.

You know, the toughest part about this, is I can’t call you and say “hey mom guess who I talked to” or “guess who/what I saw!” I especially can’t tell you all the family gossip and who all came to see you. That really sucks. On the plus side though, I got to be you for a change. I got to have some great bonding time with Robin and Amanda on Easter. I got to talk and gossip like an adult! Without having to talk over you.

Mommy, you know I love you. You know I would never do anything to hurt you. When I stopped talking to you, that was for the both of us. So I could learn to be an adult and so could you. When I moved back home with Dad, that was so I could do all the things that you told me I could do all the things you told me I could. Not to abandon you. So when I write these next words, I hope you can understand my reasoning behind it. I hope you will support my decision. It’s for the best, please know that.

In a few months, when everyone is ready, I will go to your mother’s and get what I want of yours. But after that, I will no longer see or speak to your mother or Todd. The only thing keeping me tied to her, Todd, and his family was you. I know she’s had a rough life, but you and I both know she hasn’t liked me for about 9 years now. And I really hope you saw how she treated me while I was there last week. I have never been anything but nice to that woman. She will no longer be part of my family. My children will not know her. Please understand why I’m doing this momma.

I’m really glad I got to talk to you and hear your voice one last time. Mommy, I love you and I miss you. I can’t believe your gone. But I know you were ready. Say hi to everyone for me. Be with me, always.

Love,

Your Baby Girl

 

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Four Years…

This was taken on Easter. That is mine and my little brother's hand over my belly. This was the weekend before I had him

This was taken on Easter. That is mine and my little brother’s hand over my belly. This was the weekend before I had him

April 18th, 2010 started out like any other Sunday morning. I was 36 weeks pregnant and as big as a house. I mean ginormous. I woke up, got dressed in the comfiest dress I owned, and went to church with my parents. After church, my step mom and I went to Taco Bell. I told her that I was having some weird crampy pains in my stomach. They didn’t really hurt, they were just kind of annoying. “Oh,” she said, “I bet it’s the Taco Bell acting up. I bet Trey doesn’t like it.” So off we went to my baby shower.

The shower was at my best friends house. Sadly, she was at work. But my other best friend was nice enough to show. So there I was sitting there on my best friend’s mom’s prized leather couch. Everyone was getting there food and drinks and party favors. They were all women from my step mom’s Sunday school class, so they were also discussing the sermon and class from earlier. The presents were scattered haphazardly around me waiting to be opened. I glanced over at my best friend and whispered, “you know it would really suck if my water broke right now…”

“WHAT?!?! Your water just broke!?!” My best friend practically shrieked across the room. She was, and still to this day, not the master of subtly, or quietness. My eyes got really big and went to shush her aaaaaaaaaaaaaaand then I felt it. A little trickle that kinda felt like I peed myself. Every one’s heads jerked in my direction. I’m pretty sure I heard a couple of necks crack from the sheer force they were cranked at. My step mom rushed me off to the bathroom to check and make sure everything was ok. I sat there on the toilet for a few seconds and she poked her head in the bathroom, caught a glimpse of my undies and said “Yup. It broke.”

The hostess gave me a pair of clean, dry panties and a pad. I slid them on and walked back into the living room to hear my step mom say something about finishing with the presents before we went to the hospital. (We were literally like 5 or 6 minutes away from the hospital.) So. I finished opening my presents, picked what I wanted to take to the hospital with me, packed everything up, and left. On the way, I called my dad and told him to pack a bag for me with my green plaid pants with the pink ribbon tie, a couple t shirts and some undies because we were going to the hospital just in case.

This is my little man at a few weeks old layin' on his Nanna

This is my little man at a few weeks old layin’ on his Nanna

About 8 hours, an almost fight in the delivery room, a small scare with my little man facing the wrong way, and a lovely discussion about who was going to win which category on the CMAs later, my little bundle of joy was finally here. Born at 7 pounds, 9 ounces and 20 inches long, my little man was finally here. He was gorgeous. He was so sweet. He was all mine. He made me feel whole.

Good Friday, April 18th, 2014, that little bundle of joy, my little man, will be four years old. He is growing up on me so fast. Next year he will be starting Kindergarten. He can use the potty by himself, completely and totally. He doesn’t need Mommy to dress him (even though I still do). He doesn’t need help eating anymore. He doesn’t cuddle anymore, too much energy for that. His laugh has changed from that cute baby giggle to that cute little kid laugh. It seems like yesterday he was my little baby. Now he really is growing up into a great little man. For four years, I’ve watched him grow and become this awesome little person. I cannot wait to see what the rest of the future has in store for me. He can be a handful, but he will always be my baby, my little man.

 

This is my little man on his first day of school. Look how grown up he looks.

This is my little man on his first day of school. Look how grown up he looks.

 

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It’s happened…..

The one thing I hoped and prayed would never happen in all 18 years of raising my child. My oldest, Trey, the three year old, had learned to cuss…. It’s safe to say that I am mortified. Probably beyond mortified, but I’m not totally sure what is beyond that…. So I’m just going to stick with mortified.

This is probably my favorite picture of a child throwing a fit. Don't know what's going on but it fits my mental image perfectly!

This is probably my favorite picture of a child throwing a fit. Don’t know what’s going on but it fits my mental image perfectly!

A few weeks ago, I got a call from my wonderfull husband on the way home from work. My child had hit, bit, probably hit, and called the director of his daycare every name in the book except for white girl. Needless to say, my mouth had punched a hole through the car floor and was dragging along behind my car getting road rash while I was driving. My child has NEVER EVER EVERNEVERNEVEREVERNEVEREVERNEVER acted like that before in all his three and a half years on this planet.  He was so bad that the daycare was considering calling me to come get him. His explination behind this horrendous episode? He wanted his tractor. I was absolutely shocked. I called my dad and told him it was official. I couldn’t disown my son. He acts just. Like. Me. Preeeeeeety scary……

Last week, I got a text message from one of his teachers that I am SUPER DUPER UBER close with. (Back story: she was the director of the daycare I went to when I was in elementary school. She pinned me down and sat on me one time while she was like 7 months pregnant because I was trying to run off. See why I can’t deny that he’s my son?)  She said that he had kicked her and called her a bitch. I almost fell out into the floor at my office. I could not believe my child was acting like this again!!! My child just doesn’t do stuff like that…. I asked the teacher if I needed to come pick him up. Her response was almost priceless: “No. I just wanted to let you know. I’m playing on Facebook while he throws his fit. I think that makes him more mad than anything because I’m not paying attention to him. He’s so cute.” I smiled to myself, because I knew she was thinking back to when I was younger and all the hell I put her through. I’m the reason she has wrinkles and gray hair, not her three children.

I asked her what the reasoning behind this episode was. She said that he was told to go to the bathroom, but there was another little girl in there and we guess he didn’t want to wait. A few minutes later, she text me again. Again, the text was priceless. “Dude,” she said, “he just stopped in mid yell and told me he was ready to go back to class.” At this point, I could picture what was going on in the office where they were sitting. She was probably about to fall on the floor from laughing so hard, and he was probably looking at her like she was crazy.

Pop quiz time!!! Where you paying attention? I hope so. Ready? It’s an easy one, promise. Only one question. Okay. Here it is.

If  your child acted like this at school/daycare/caregiver’s, what would be your form of punishment? This is a hige debate between hubby and I. He thinks that Trey should be grounded for a few days, along with a spanking. I, on the other hand, disagree. I think a spanking when he gets home, and being in trouble for one night is good enough. So. There is your quiz. You’re on the clock! Ready?!?! On your mark! Get set! Go!!!!

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Snow Day!

It started some time late Saturday night or early Sunday morning. Ice. Sleet. Solid sheets. Everywhere. And on top of that there is snow. So of course, schools where closed today. The plan was that I would stay home from work today with the youngest and the oldest would go to my grandma’s. For the most part, that’s what happened. The only change was that about 8 o’clock this morning, hubby walked back in the house. I was surprised and asked what he was doing home. Apparently his work was closed. So I get to stay home with him and the youngest!! Wooo!! It is March third and I am at home because schools are closed because of snow. Ok Mother Nature, we get the point. You can do whatever the heck you want. So can you want to make it spring now? Personally I’m sick and tired of the cold and the snow. Thanks, you’re the best!

It’s official. We’ve entered the terrible twos with the youngest. He hits, he spits, he throws fits. The only thing he doesn’t do is bite. Well. At least not a lot. He’s got a spanking a couple times today. Whenever he gets spanked, he hits back or spits at you. Which causes his daddy to laugh. This of course makes me even more mad. He shouldn’t be laughing at him. It dosen’t help the situation. Or my headache that has popped up. Oh, and he’s also learned how to growl. Thankfully he doesn’t do that when he is mad.

I would make this longer but my computer is about to get thrown across the room because it keeps glitching and freezing and I have this weird add bar at the bottom of the screen that I can’t get rid of…. And I’ve kinda run out of things to talk about that isn’t whining about my kids. So. Have a great week everyone!

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Trumpets and Fanfare

Heeeeeeeeeeey guys. Gosh I really do suck… I cannot keep up with this thing. And it really sucks because I miss all my awesome peeps that follow me and that I follow. So I’m going to give you a super duper uber quick (knowing me a super long) update on everything that’s going on!!! If I repeat myself, I apologize in advance.

First off. I’m official at my job. That’s right. This girl has a full time, 40 hour  a week job!!! What what!!!! I’m not going to name the company, but I will tell you it’s a major trucking company here in Arkansas. I’ve got great bosses and some great coworkers. WE actually have a new temp that I’m seriously hoping we get to keep because she is a) close to my age,b) she’s pretty freaking awesome, and c) she’s a lot like me so we get along really well. And we also really need the help in my department. My department consists of me, my boss, and the temp. So between us we have a lot of work to do.

Second. I had to restart my C25K program. Somehow last time I messed up my knee pretty bad. It was swollen and really sore. It felt like someone stuck a sharp object underneath my kneecap and was trying to pry it off. I had it propped up on a trash can with ice on it under my desk for  a week. And then one day I turned and it went POP!!!! The swelling went down and the pain stopped. And of course I didn’t have insurance so I couldn’t go to the doctor. By the time I got insurance the problems went away. Just my luck right? But I have started the C25K program again and now I have a running buddy!!! The new girl at work goes to the gym with me and we started a week ago. I will be on week three on Monday because I started a week before her, but we are both super excited!!

Third. My oldest son is going to be four in April!! I can’t believe how time flies!! It’s craziness!! Recently we have been having trouble at school. One day he kicked, bit, a cursed out the director of the daycare. He called her almost everything in the book, except white girl. Last week he kicked another teacher and called her a b*tch… Thankfully she took it better than most teacher because she dealt with me and I was a little hellion. She text me to tell me what was going on and she said that she just let him throw his fit and ignored him, which of course made him even more mad because no one was paying any attention to him. He also stopped mid yell to say he was ready to go back to class. Do any mommies have an advice on how to handle this situation? The first time it happened he was grounded for a few days.I understand that he is too young to really understand why he is grounded but I’m not really sure how to handle the situation. So any advice is welcome!!

So, I think that’s my entire update. Shorter than I thought.. That’s a first!! Hopefully, this time I will have time to keep up with everyone.

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C25K

Heeeeeeeeey guys!! Sorry I’ve been gone for so long but after staring at a computer all day at work, my eyes are screaming for a break. Plus I’ve also started at a gym so by the time I get home, all I want to do is eat and fall into bed and sleep for years!!! On the plus side, my insurance will kick in, in like 60 something days!! Meaning this girl can get her happy pills!! Woooo!!!

This is what the app icon looks like . I just searched c25k in my app store.

This is what the app icon looks like . I just searched c25k in my app store.

So I’m sure you guys are probably wondering about the title of this post. C25K? What the heck is that?! Well, it means Couch 2 5K. That’s right. I started a couch to 5k program!! I’m super excited!!! (Just by the way a 5k isn’t 5 miles. It’s about 3.1 miles. Which isn’t as intimidating.) As I mentioned above I started at a gym. I go to Planet Fitness. It;s a pretty great gym. It’s either $10 or $20 a month. The $20 a month is actually a year or so contract but you get to use massage chairs, hydro massage beds(water massage), tanning beds, and this thing called the Body Angel which is a total body enhancement thing. Plus the 30 minute workout, 12 minute ab ripper, and all of their other machines and equipment. I started my couch to 5k a week ago Friday. The first week you do a 5 minute warm up and cool down walk and you also do 8 cycles of running for 60 seconds and walking for 90 seconds. Its a total of 30 minutes but I’m not sure how far you go. But this week I’m doing the 5 minute warm up and cool down walk and 6 cycles of 90 seconds of running and 2 minutes of walking. It’s a total of 31 minutes and I looked at my distance on the treadmill today and it was pretty much 2 miles. If I had paused the treadmill every time I took a break it would have been more accurate but if you pause the treadmill for too long it stops and then the distance starts all over again.

Ipf realized Monday morning that you are only supposed to run like 3 days a week so my schedule is a little funky. I run Friday, Saturday, and Monday, then I rode the bike and did the 30 minute work out thing on Tuesday and Wednesday. I take Sundays off for church and Thursdays off so I can go to my little brother’s football game. (The 30 minute workout alternates between steps and machines. There is a light that looks like a stop light that shows red when it’s time to switch between the two. When the light goes green it’s time to start exercising. There are 3 leg machines and 5 arm machines in the workout circuit. Plus a set of steps for every machine. So it’s a total of 20 stations.) It’s pretty amazing. I’m trying to get back down to the weight I was either after I had my first son, or down to my high school weight.  Don’t really see the second one happening. Hubby, though, has lost 20 pounds! I’m so proud of him!!

But, back to my little brother and football! My little brother is actually my step brother, but we’ve been siblings for 6 years, so he’s my brother. He is a scrawny kid. He weighs 95 pounds soaking wet. And Thursday was his second game to play in for his 8th grade team. Don’t ask me what position he played or who had the ball. I was too busy jumping up and down and screaming because he was actually on the field. The first play he played in, he tripped and fell and inadvertently tripped the guy he was blocking and took him down, too. Before he went in my dad and the guy behind him were screaming at the coach “Put John in! We wanna see John play!!” When he went in we were on our feet the whole time! This girl was one proud sister!! At another game we went, I stayed for the 9th grade game that he wasn’t playing in so I could see my dad and hang out with my parents. Well, my brother was walking around by himself so I went and walked around with him. He wanted to walk around with me. That’s right. My thirteen year old brother was willing to walk around the football field with his big sister. Talk about getting choked up!! I told him he made my day when he wanted to do that.

I will try to keep you guys updated on my progress with this! I have two 5ks in December. One on the 7th and one on the 15th. So hopefully I will remember to get some pictures and info about it! Maybe even get a link so you guys can see my progress and how good I do!!

On another note. What’s everyone doing for Halloween? Are you dressing up? Carving pumpkins? Decorating? I want to see pictures and hear all about it!!!! I will be posting about my little one’s Halloween costumes and everything soon!

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This a little late, but my computer and I had issues!

June 29, 2012, afternoon. I convinced my husband to take me to the hospital because I was having some pretty intense irregular contractions. So, off we went. I was soon admitted with pre-term labor. I spent a week in the hospital. The first night was the worst.
They pumped this stuff in me called magnesium citrate to stop the contractions. I don’t take IVs well in the first place. So first they gave me morphine for pain and phenagren for the nausea caused be morphine. With my arm on fire from that, they then gave me the magnesium citrate. It felt like I was on fire from one wrist, up my arm, across my chest, and down my other arm. I then proceeded to hold a plastic barf bag up to my face and tried not to dry heave. And of course, since I was in pain, I held my breath. Which made my blood oxygen levels plummet and the blood pressure cuff go crazy. Then (going to get a little TMI here for a minute) they felt a need to insert a catheter, after I repeatedly told them no, because I didn’t have to pee. After removing it, I screamed and cried and whimpered and tried to not to cut off the circulation in my husband’s hand for about 30 minutes. My step mom, who was my rock through this whole ordeal, was in Texas. My parents cut their vacation short and drove 6 hours to come be with me. By that time, the pain in everything but my arm had stopped. I was poked and prodded every four hours the first twenty-four hours, because of the magnesium. Then, I thought I was having contractions yet again, and they took my food away. Who in their right mind takes food away from a pregnant woman?! Did they want to die?! But, anyways.
After that I was in the hospital every weekend for a month, with no changes. Just irregular contractions. One time, a doctor told me that I could stay over night in the labor and delivery room I was in, if I really wanted to. I said no, wanting to sleep in my own bed.

Friday, July 13, 2012, 9 pm. (Of course it was the 13th. Just my luck right?!) My husband and I had just left the dollar movie theater after watching What to Expect When You Are Expecting. (Guys. If you haven’t seen this movie, I suggest you watch it ASAP. It’s a great movie!!) When we got in the car, I started having some uncomfortable contractions, but they weren’t regular enough for me to time. We got home and I went to lay down. Within about 30 minutes I was in tears from the pain. It wasn’t that it hurt really bad, it was uncomfortable and I didn’t really know what was going on. I’d spent a week, and every weekend for a month, in the hospital with no change. By this point I was beyond frustrated. I consulted this wonderful site, and they said to wait it out. I went against their directions and about 11:30 pm, I woke my husband up and back to the hospital we went.

My baby and his feeding tube.

My baby and his feeding tube.

Saturday, July 14, 2012, 5:30 am. My little baby boy decided to grace us with his presence. After almost ripping a nurses face off so that I could push, I finally got to meet the little boy who insisted on coming to join this crazy world earlier than he should have. They had gave me a shot for his lungs a month before so he was breathing just fine. Eating, however, wasn’t going so well. He had a tube in his nose most of the time he was in the hospital, and he was in the hospital for a week. That was the hardest thing in the world to watch. A nurse told me that we could only stay two nights in a room off the nursery. So, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday night, hubby and I drove literally 10 minutes away to our town house to sleep as much as we could through crying, just to get up the next morning and drive another 10 minutes back to the hospital. Friday, a doctor (my favorite one by the way) told us that he didn’t care what anyone said, we could stay as long as he was there. The next day he went home.

His smash cake. The box was like four times bigger than the actual cake. So we were all surprised when the cake was like three inches tall and the box was like a foot tall!

His smash cake. The box was like four times bigger than the actual cake.

Sunday, July 14, 2013, 2:00 pm. My little man’s first birthday!!! Now, this birthday party. It couldn’t be easy, ya know, since it was the first. Something HAD to go wrong. A week before the party, I moved it from Saturday to Sunday because my mother in law had a float trip on Saturday. She had already spent money on the float trip, meaning she had already bought the alcohol for the float trip. So, not very many people showed up to the party. But we still had fun! However, I ended up wearing more cake than little man did!

After he smeared cake all over his face. Yes, he looks like he ate a smurf.

After he smeared cake all over his face. Yes, he looks like he ate a smurf.

Then he got done and stuck his pacy in his mouth.

Then he got done and stuck his pacy in his mouth.

After he got done playing in the cake, he had a bath and went outside with my in-laws. A few of my friends who came to the birthday stayed inside with me. I went to the bathroom and came out and had what was left of the smash cake thrown at me. I then proceeded to scream bloody murder because my friend’s wife scared the ever-loving crap out of me. The cake landed face up on the tile floor, so, of course, I grabbed and took off after her. And a cake fight ensued. After the cake fight ended and it was all cleaned up, my in-laws left and I noticed some cake sitting on the high chair still. My friend’s wife had her son laying on her, so we asked hubby to go around the corner to get her some potato salad. (Hubby was yet to be wearing any cake.) So I hid around the corner and attempted to smash cake in his face. I somewhat got him. But, I mostly just got potato salad smashed in my hair. Sadly, I do not have a picture of that. Potato salad smells horrible to me and it was all I could do not to get sick waiting to get into the bathroom to wash it out. But, I do have a picture of me wearing the cake!! So here ya go, laugh it up!! I sure did!!

The girl on the left is my friend's wife and I'm on the right. Obviously, I lost the cake fight. I was laughing way to hard to really fight back.

The girl on the left is my friend’s wife and I’m on the right. Obviously, I lost the cake fight. I was laughing way to hard to really fight back.

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A Sticky Mommy is Not A Happy Mommy

Who remembers this medicine disgused as bubble glum flavored deliciousness?!

Who remembers this medicine disguised as bubble glum flavored deliciousness?!

Did you know they don’t make amoxicillin in pink anymore?! It’s now white!! Which makes it way harder to clean up off your skin after you drop the bottle and it spills everywhere!!!!! 

Friday, we took Kase to the doctor. He has an ear infection. We can’t tell if the hand foot and mouth virus has shown up yet. He’s cutting two teeth, so the spots on his face could be from his pacy rubbing on his face and the drool and stuff. So we got a prescription for that bubble gum deliciousness pictured to the left. And just a few minutes ago I went to get Kase his first dose of antibiotics. He was laying in bed with my hubby, screaming because he’s been spoiled this past week, and while I was waiting for the water to get hot, I reached into the refrigerator to grab the medicine. Apparently, someone didn’t put the lid on all the way. So, when I picked it up, it spilled. All over the floor, and all over me. I was sticy from the top of my chest to my belly button. The only reason it didn’t go any farther is because I kept my hands against my shirt to keep it where it was. But, at least it was bubble gum and not something else disgusting.

So, I got the fun task of talking to a nurse and getting  a new bottle. Thankfully, it wasn’t a ruder nurse like I normally do. Have you guys ever noticed that nurses at hospitals are ridiculously rude?! Every single time I talk to someone at the hospital, I never get answers to my questions and I just get rude nurses that ar in a hurry to get off the phone. It’s so annoying . I unserstand there are patients waiting for you, but you also have a patient on the phone asking a question. Most of the time I’m calling about my kids.

Anyways. Sorry. I’m just stressed. How’s everyone else’s weekend going?!

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Sick babies are no fun

Man….  Teething sucks!!! Kase is cutting two teeth. It’s the two next to his top front teeth. The ones in between his front teeth and his incisors. On top of that, hand foot and mouth disease/virus/whatever you wanna call it, is going aroung daycare. For those of you who don’t know what this wonderful illness is, I pulled this from the CDC website.

Hand, foot, and mouth disease is a common viral illness that usually affects infants and children younger than 5 years old. However, it can sometimes occur in adults. Symptoms of hand, foot, and mouth disease include fever, blister-like sores in the mouth (herpangina), and a skin rash.

Symptoms are fever, general feeling of unwell, poor appetite, and a sore throat. A few days after the fever, sores show up in the mouth. Then, a rash shows up. It shows up on the hands and sole of the feet. It can also show up a number of other places. Thankfully, all we have is the fever. My poor baby feels like crap!! He doesn’t want to cuddle, but he doesn’t want to cuddle. The poor little guy is just miserable!!

Now. I have a question for all the mommies (and daddies I guess) out there. When I was little, I went hunting with my dad. I learned about guns. I learned to respect guns. But, once I started going to daycare, I stopped playing guns. It wasn’t allowed at daycare. I know that it’s not allowed in elementary schools. Hubby thinks that it’s no big deal. As does his family (who, by the way, still haven’t left my house….). I, on the other hand, don’t have a problem teaching my boys about guns and to respect them, but I don’t want them playing guns. It’s a big deal around here. My grandmother was a custodian at an elementary school, and it wasn’t an oddity for a kid to get suspended because he was playing guns. (The child probably had more than one offense, but still, it’s a big deal.) So my question is: Do you let your kids play guns?

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There is something in the water…

Guys. I’m not even joking…. Everyone and their mother…okay. Maybe not their mother but like everyone is pregnant!! I went to dinner with some girlfriends and one of them is about 16 weeks along and has night sickness instead of morning sickness. Poor thing threw up her dinner while I was taking her home.. And then yesterday hubby and I had a baby shower to go to. We played some…interesting games… We had to run an obstacle course with a balloon under our shirt. (Hubby ran it twice. Once with us women and once with his friend, who’s the daddy.) We then had a race to see who could drink 3 ounces out of a slow flow bottle. (It was 5 ounces  but we decided to go to 3. Hubby and his friend totally cheated. First, they took the top of the bottle and just drank it out of the bottle. Then, the baby daddy poked a hole in another nipple and drank it again.) By the way, for those of you who have never tried to drink out of a bottle, it’s suuuuper hard. And if you don’t know what a slow flow nipple is, it is like a drip of liquid coming out. A very. Slow. Drip. But yeah.. Everyone is pregnant!! (No, I’m not pregnant. I promise.)

Cute belly!!!

Cute belly!!!

So I also have a show to tell you guys about!!! It’s called Drop Dead Diva. It’s an amazing show!!! This skinny, blonde haired, aspiring model (who is actually kinda chubby and ugly) is in a car accident. She goes to heaven but she’s not ready to die. So, she pushes the return button and gets sent back to Earth…to a different body. A full figured, dark haired lawyer. Who is insanley smart. So now, the model has all of her memories but not very many of the lawyer’s. Now she has to navigate through a world that she knows nothing about. Including being a lawyer, in court, and with clients. The only people who know that the model is actually the lawyer are her best friend and her gaurdian angel. Oh, and the model’s boyfriend (almost fiance) works at the law firm with the lawyer. So, she also has to navigate the feelings she still has for him and watch him date other people and stuff. It’s a pretty great show. (P.S. ladies, in the episode I’m watching. She dances with half naked men. The men from Thunder from Down Under.) I’m in love with this show!!! I’m not sure how many seasons there are but I watch it on Netflix. It comes on LifeTime though I think. Plus, ya know, there are like 3 amazing guys that are normally on the show, plus all the extras.

This is the cast. The ugly model girl isn't in this picture. She is only seen in a handfull of episodes.

This is the cast. The ugly model girl isn’t in this picture. She is only seen in a handfull of episodes.

Guys, I’m going to need a new show eventually  so feel free to suggest some good ones on Netflix!!

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