Thursday, October 25, 2012


My friend Vickie, my super sweet friend who treated me to a bday sushi dinner on Tuesday, my friend who we could gab for HOURS about everything and nothing, my friend who we go to dinner at 5 because we are old ladies and want to get home at a reasonable hour, over at Whine and Babies and I were discussing today how we need to take on more hobbies.

So I read.  I run some.  I... online shop putting things in my basket and then don't purchase them.  I do laundry. 

Seriously, what are your hobbies?  I need to take something up.  Help me help me help me.

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Dats Griffin and Kate

Remember this little nugget of a picture?

Sooooo cute.

We like to talk about our friends.  And name them and look at their pictures.

Today after nap I was perusing mini boden and G was watching Little Einstein's and looked up and saw the picture on my computer and said, "Dats Griffin and Kate."

And just like Stephen Colbert... he doesn't see color.  And we apparently both wish we had fro's.

Put your mind to it go for it

get down and break a sweat.  rock and roll.  you ain't seen nothin' yet.

Yes, I did just reference saved by the bell.  Yes, I do remember the mini tramps.

I would have linked to the video but it was a lot of remakes.  Lames.

Anyway, just a picture of G in mama's running shoes.

At least someone is using them.

I'm hoping to log some mom miles soon.  It's finally cooling off.  Even though it was 90 on Sunday (ew.)  Maybs I just need some Lisa Turtle workout wear?

Saturday, October 20, 2012

I blow.

The day started with a candle light breakfast.

I bwow it out.


Double fisting.  Finally gets the concept.  I'll regret this.

Dino booty

He sweeps and foam rolls.

He's pretty nice to have around.

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Target fail.

Who knew that Target could fail me.  I was unaware.  I was also unaware that silly putty was seasonal. At Little Gym a little girl had silly putty and G REALLY wanted it.  I told him we'd get some.

They don't have it.  Anywhere.  He had his heart set on silly play doh.  Which is what he kept calling it.  And I kept repeating.  Because I think it's cute.

Jerks.  You failed me.

Instead we made pesto.  He was pretty proud of himself.

Also, I'm over my week as a single parent.

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Birthday Countdown.

In one week I will be 33.  I just had to look at last year's post to catch myself up.  Ben asked if there was anything cool I wanted for my bday?  Ummm?  I'm out of ideas.  I mean, I can think of PLENTY of things I want, but that I probably do not get for turning 30-ish. 

Last year we had surprise dinner at Uchiko (Paul Qui's place.. you know winner of that one show on bravo?  At least I watched it on bravo.  The whole season.  In one day.  God bless a marathon.)  Either way.  it was amazing.  And involved some vino.  Then extra vino at our dessert place.  That involved nutella smores.

There are few things I love more than really good food and a good buzz. 

However, I also love sparkly jewelry.  And face products.  And new jeans.  And new workout wear.  And new TV's.  And an ipad.  And someone else to make G's 1 year and maybe 2 year photo book.  Massages.  Days off.  Cheese.  Surprises.  And trips to Italy. 

So since my good buzz is off the table this year what do I want?

Tuesday, October 16, 2012


I had left over mac n cheese for dinner.  Followed by a cheese chaser.

Clearly, Ben is out of town.

I also had pumpkin spice cream cheese enter my life.

Living life to the fullest.

Monday, October 15, 2012

Princess bride.

Hello.  My name is Inigo Montoya.  You killed my father.  Prepare to die.

I picked G up from daycare today and immediately thought that with his matching slash marks on his cheeks.

Friday, October 12, 2012

Like any other day

except that G started off and on waking up around 4 am. 

Then slept until 7:20.  This will never happen on a weekend.

The light turned green y'all.  Only he was crying.  Because he "has the stuffies." 

Then my dog pretended he was a drunk college boy and used our living room floor as his dorm room elevator.  Which made me drop the f bomb.  While holding my child.  Because I'm mom of the year.  At least I'm the best at something!

Shower, dress, leave house with child in 30 mins.  Gold medal award for me.  Have time for starbucks hells yes.  It's Friday!  Make a soiree into a turkey bacon, cheddar and egg white sandwich instead of the pumpkin scone.  Another bonus. 

Coffee immediately drips all over my white tshirt in nice lactation patterns.

Things are looking up.  I can feel it.  I wish they were looking up at a nice big ol' glass of wine.  Why yes it is 10 am.  I went there.  It's part of my schtick as MOTY.

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Has this ever happened to you?

Have you ever gotten dressed in your hotel room for a meeting and think... I can't really tell, but I wonder if my make up looks like a hooker?

Oh well.  Time for breakfast.

Hope for the best.

Just me?  Yah...

Thursday, October 4, 2012

Holy Hell Balls.

Trademarked that phrase.  Hell balls are the worst.  Especially when they are holy.  And in my house.  Because my house is an inferno (#firstworldproblems.) 

Our AC has been effed for years.  Last year we had it replaced.  We had been rockin' for about a year and then things went downhill.  Guy came and topped off the freon, we were back in americanized bliss.  Until w got home from our long travels to a hot as hell house and no ac.  Guy came on Tuesday. Said he'd probably have the part on Wednesday, he doesn't, will get it tonight, and probably have it installed by lunch on Friday.

G's room was 81 degrees last night.  Gag a maggot.  (not trademarked.)

This morning I actually shaved my legs (the 2nd coming is upon us) and went to put on some coconut oil only it has liquified and poured all over the counter and floor.  EFF BALLS. 

Living the American Dream is really taxing sometimes. 

also... work update.  We have a new girl and random lady told her I was pregnant... with baby #2... and then soon to be retired lady came by my desk, and said, "Good for you.  We have another young person.  Though I guess you're older now."


Tuesday, October 2, 2012

It's a........




Which made me depressed.  To say otherwise wouldn't be honest.  I wanted a girl.  It made me sad to know that tutus aren't in my immediate future (you do what you want when you're older, dude.  No judgement.)  Then, as if being disappointed about that wasn't enough, I was disappointed in myself for being disappointed.  Ungrateful.  Bad mama.  Sad.  Tears.  Then we told G and he just kept saying, "I want a tister."  Then I kept telling Ben that we would be alone for ever for all holidays and that the deal is now sealed... I'm guaranteed to be a crazy MIL.

But... I think I've made it to the other side.  To say I didn't google "can a 16 week boy sonogram be wrong" would be... false.  I did.  I did that.  Somewhere the government has it on record.  I'm going to deny it, though just like my college illegally downloaded music.  I think what first set me off is that the lady called it a "weenie."  Um?  grow up.  lets call it what it is... a tallywacker.  Kidding.  I call it a penis.  Then I kept asking... "are you sure?"  She said yes.  So, I'm going with that instead of the people on the googles who use the word "cud" to mean "could."  She seemed more reliable than that.

So welcome baby boy.  I promise I'll love you to the ends of the earth.  I'll even name you.  And squeeze you.  And vow to save your life like I do with your big brother.  Basically, you are going to lead me to a life of mom jeans.  I know it's true, but I love you anyway.  Now if you could make some big movements in there to let me know you're kickin' I'd like it.  Now where are my crocs...

I think I'll have a cookie to persuade you.