I got into this relationship with my hubby knowing he was an electronic buying junkie-something that has caused it's share of quarrels-but, I can handle that compared to his other annoying habit.
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I got into this relationship with my hubby knowing he was an electronic buying junkie-something that has caused it's share of quarrels-but, I can handle that compared to his other annoying habit.
Things are a bit better around here. We (my side) have decided to let things go because we are fighting a losing battle to prove our side. You can't make anyone see something when they refuse to open their eyes to see it. Sometimes, you win just by knowing you are right. This isn't anything new to me. I've been having to be the one to "just drop it" all my life. Being the bigger person is not fun and can give you high blood pressure occasionally.
I'm still around. I just have been through alot with "family" problems. When you have a family member who has done alot to you over the years and then blames your kid for something they didn't or would never do, you just got to say 'enough is enough'.
It's hard though, when you don't have the support of your other family memebers. It's always a losing battle when it comes to anyone standing up for me and my kids. When a parent plays favorites, you don't stand a chance for any support-especially when you stand up for your kid and they say that you are the one causing trouble. WTF? I am? I'm always the one this other family member comes down on.
I actually felt bad for distancing the one person that I would not want to lose contact with, yet she just shot me down. She will never take my side or my kids against this other family member and it's pretty shitty how this all went down.
I will stand by my family and protect them against this person who did the same thing to me years ago. Little do these people know, they should be concentrating on someone else in the family, not my daughter.
So, I guess I'm the black sheep as usual. Baaah.
I'm so glad I have you guys to talk to. I don't know what I would do without you. Funny, how people that you barely know can be there for you the most.
Anyone want to adopt a 40ish woman with good teeth, a lot of baggage, a big addiction to chocolate and who just gave up Dr. Pepper at the worse possible time?
Dear Dr. Pepper,
You and I go way back. I remember when I was 8 and loved you so much that I even bought Dr. Pepper lip gloss-just to feel and taste you on my lips. I was faithful to you over the years, turning away those other soda pops that flirted with me.
I gave you the best years of my life, but you have not been good to me. You gave me a little belly and you made me feel sluggish. You knew you were bad for me, yet you let me drink you almost every day-sometimes even in generic form.
You tempted me as you sat on the store shelf. Your sugary liquid form gave me many rushes during the day and I was so hooked on you, I would drink you instead of eating a meal. You were so bad, but you didn't care. You were hurting my health-and you knew it-but you didn't care. You are so selfish, Dr. Pepper, I see that now.
But, this week I decided to be strong and I broke up with you-for good. I did not drink you all week. Instead, I drank tea and water and even milk. I instantly felt better. I decided to make some other changes as well, and changed my eating habits too. I stayed away from other bad things for me like processed food and ate healthy and even added fruits and MUFA foods to my diet.
Now, my tummy doesn't jiggle anymore when I walk, I feel more awake and just plain better. I feel so great without you and don't take it personal, but I am better without you.
Do I miss you? Sometimes. After all, we were together for a long time. But just like an ex boyfriend, my desire for you will eventually fade, and I will no longer want or need you.
So good-bye, Dr. Obsession. You will not be missed.
Have you ever have one of those days when you want to write up a great post, but don't know what to write about? So, after about an hour of staring at the blank screen you decide to visit some of your favorite bloggers, hoping to spark some creativity.
Then, you get lost in blogging land when you start hopping to blog after blog that you discover in the comments section of another blogger. Next thing you know, two more hours have passed and you've traveled hundreds of miles away from the first blog you were reading.
Did you get inspired to write? Not yet. So, you read some more and stop for lunch and maybe say 'hi' to the kids and check to make sure they haven't burned down the house while you are trying to get inspired to write.
So, you decide to visit the big bloggers in hopes to trigger some funny thought in your head, only to get more depressed at how funny and brilliant their post for the day was. You pull your hair out as you yell at the monitor, "I wish I thought of that!"
Then as the day gets later, you sigh and just write some dumb post like this one...
Yesterday, I thought my grand baby was coming early. My daughter called and told me that she was swelling up like a balloon. She had been having headaches the past several days as well, and the baby was moving less. I told her to call the doc office and see what they thought about it.
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Guest Post:
Written by my friend Judson Kelly
The calendars of myself and my family members are blocked off for Monday nights. You'd never guess what show we all just have to watch together, Gossip Girl. At first it was just sort of a joke. We were searching through the channels we got when we got tv and and internet through direct TV bundles. I knew from a few friends that it was a bunch of rich teenagers living overly dramatic and amazing lives. Everyone watched it with the sole intention of just laughing about it, but we all got hooked pretty quickly.
Even the men in my family got hooked. That is by far the funniest part of the situation. My dad and brother say they watch it because the girls are pretty and they like to laugh at it but I know they secretly want to know what's going to happen between Chuck and Blaire and Serena and whatever guy she's dating this week.
We like this show because it is nothing like actual life. Watching reality shows are ok and some citcoms are funny but you can relate them and sometimes that makes them boring. None of us an relate to living on the upper east side of Manhattan in New York but we'd all like to pretend for an hour or so. Monday nights at 9:00pm you know where to find me.
I've kept quiet about this. I didn't know the right time to announce it. I figured I'd do it today because it was the day of her baby shower.
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I was given a water bottle, a non-slip mat (love it) and a bowl set with spoon. I made Zach's breakfast and sat him down at his table.
Other then the wondering why the heck Nana was taking pictures of him, he dug right in to his cereal.
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The Coconut Hut.
It was a tacky little bar, decorated with fake palm trees, tiny white lights, and hula girl posters hung on the walls. Tiny Bubbles was always playing in the background and the waitresses dressed in grass skirts with flower leis around their necks. Yes, it was definitely tacky, but to Sam, Lizzy, Tasha and I, it was our temporary paradise.
We called ourselves the Coconut Hut Club. Obviously, you can guess how we got our name from the bar, but why make it a club? Well, we all seem to have one thing in common-we seem to get in the middle of trouble. It's not like we look for it. It seems to just find us.We all met through Becca. She's my kid sister and the owner of Little Angels Daycare. Sam, Lizzy, and Tasha all bring their kids there. I have a daughter named Elizabeth. She's sixteen and not in need of daycare. I just like to help out Becca once a week when I'm not busy with my work...
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Our 4th of July did not entail our traditional celebration this year. We usually go to my mom’s house and cookout, watch the neighbors shoot off fireworks and then eat dessert. This year, we went to see Eclipse, went shopping and cooked out (in) at home. A bazaar celebration, and one that left me feeling guilty.
I used to make sure that as a mom, I carried on the traditional festivities of each holiday. Painting eggs on Easter, going trick-or-treating on Halloween, leaving cookies out for Santa on Christmas Eve.
Over the years, I’ve gotten a bit lazy, skipping some traditions here and there. While the two older kids are past a lot of the “baby stuff” as they would call it, my youngest is still only five and getting cheated out of a lot.
Though this was not a typical July 4th activity, she (Emily) loved going to see the vampire movie. She behaved, but I had to act a bit bad since the people back that sat behind us were annoying. Yes, they kicked our chairs as I predicted, and decided to eat their popcorn very loudly in our ears. Who would of thought that a bunch of teenage boys would want to see this movie with their mom?
I did try to add a little 4th celebration to our weekend; we found out that some neighbors were shooting fireworks off in the field behind us so, we headed out back and picked our spot in the field to watch the display. After about 5 minutes of getting attacked by mosquitoes, we all decided to march back into the house and call it a night.
Am I a horrible mom? I am going to try to not surrender to being lazy and skipping out in celebrating each holiday the way it's supposed to be celebrated. I promise that next holiday I will get off my butt and my youngest will not be cheated.
Let’s see, the next holiday is Labor Day-whew, at least that will be an easy one. Maybe we can go out of town that weekend. Wait, my grandson’s birthday falls on Labor Day this year. I also have a wedding to shoot that Saturday. Crap!
What's next? Halloween?
I’m on it right now.
She's got her outfit ready and is excited to get to sit in a big theater. We usually wait until the dvd comes out and watch it in our own little "theater" downstairs. I had to warn her that there will be no screaming or jumping for joy whenever her "boyfriend" appears on screen. I may have to remind her of this when we are there and let her know that it's pretty hard to watch it from the lobby if they make us leave.
I think it will be fun, even though I have this incredibly bad luck of having tall people sit in front of me and loud "chair-kicking" people in back of me. Second thought, maybe I'll let her be loud so she can scare everyone away.
Her so-obsessed-with-Twilight-it's-gosh-darn-embarrassing just might come in handy this time.