Wednesday, January 31, 2007

When In Rome, (or Publix)

Many of you with children may be familiar with the Publix cookie policy - most stores do this now, I think. But if you go in, and go to the bakery the kiddies get a free cookie to keep them quiet while you shop.

I was standing at the cookie counter waiting patiently for our free cookie, when I just so happened to see a Chocolate Chip Yo-Yo Cookie - A "Doozie" to the lay person. I have always had a special place in my heart for these little gems. It's a cookie, it's a sandwich, it's sooo tasty!

My addiction began when I was working retail at the mall, and the only place open early, before the stores opened, was the cookie place just down the way -- every morning, I would go down there, get me a Doozie and a large coke (they had crushed ice too), and yes, for breakfast. Did I mention I was 19 and weighed about 100 pounds? I could eat whatever I wanted, no worries or cares in the world...

A few weeks ago after my empty puff taco dinner, I made hubby take me over to the mall, and get a Birthday Doozie, all they had were the little ones, so I got two.

Since my new healthy eating plan was shot at about 11:00am today, at a birthday party, where I ate chips, sausage balls, brownies, chicken nuggets, cookies and whatever else there was for me to get my hands on, I decided to finish the day strong....I broke down, did I mention it is also dipped in chocolate?

So please excuse me, Netflix sent my new Jennifer Aniston movie (Oooo, la, la,) before you even ask, I still love her... Team Aniston rocks!! Munchkin is down for the count, Hubby is playing poker and there is a Chocolate chip yo-yo calling me from downstairs.....I'm out!

Monday, January 29, 2007

Example #1

Today was the first day of the new cleaning schedule that I have imposed upon myself. I figure that a little bit each day, is better than waiting until Friday, and getting into a panic about not being able to enjoy the weekend because the house is dirty.. I kid you not, there is something wrong with me.

Mondays will now be known as "Bathroom Day" - this was going fine, I was completely finished with our bathroom, ready to move on to the 1/2 bath, when I noticed a cobweb up in the corner above the tub.... I go and get my handy, dandy swiffer, and start dusting the corners, making sure there aren't any other cobwebs. The next thing I know, and 45 minutes later, I'm sidetracked by making sure there are no cobwebs to be found in the downstairs area, not only is that not good enough, but I decided to run the swiffer down the walls, have you ever done that? Seriously, walls collect alot of dust.

Shouldn't this be something I get involved in on Tuesdays (aka Dusting Day?)I did so well avoiding the temptation to take every single thing out of the cabinets, and wipe them down and rearrange....

More examples of my neurotic behavior to follow.......

Sunday, January 28, 2007

Insomnia Strikes

This sucks! I have never had a problem sleeping, never in my life. In fact, it has been an ongoing joke that I might actually be part cat. But it seems like lately, I just can't seem to fall asleep. I toss and turn, my mind wanders, what do we have planned for tomorrow? Did I get all of the laundry finished? I watch TV and will still be awake when the timer shuts it off, I get up and read, yes read. Don't act so shocked, I'm part of a book club now and that seems to be one of the requirements.. Go figure.

I used to think it was Hubby that kept me awake, and that between his snoring and the whimpering sounds coming from Munchkins monitor, I might never have another night of restful sleep.

Hubby was out of town last week and I thought, I have the whole bed to myself, no snoring, I can really catch up on my zzzz's.... Not so much. When Hubby is gone, I of course hear every single noise that there is to hear. I sleep with the TV on just to keep myself from calling the police and telling them that there are people lurking around outside.

What gives? At this rate, I should be able to fly through these books.

If only Hubby would let me spend some money, I could check out QVC, or maybe even pick up a couple of items on ebay, while everyone else is nodding off into la-la land.

I want la-la land...

Saturday, January 27, 2007

On My Own Again!

Now that Hubby has put the lock down on the spending of money, I have lost my cleaning lady. I knew full well that it would soon come to an end, but it was nice while it lasted.

Mrs. T has been cleaning our house off and on for about 6 years - when we were a DINK (dual income no kids) it wasn't even an issue, plus we had better things to do than actually stay home and clean - it involved eating out and being lazy.... Once we became an OINK (one income with a new kid) I knew the fun was over. Although, Hubby did let me keep her for a few months after Munchkin was born, thank goodness. Being a new Mom was hard enough without having to worry about the toilets having rings.

Once we moved into this new house about 7 months ago, Hubby let me have her back to help get this house in order, and boy did this house need order - it was filthy. So as the weeks turned into months, I just continued to keep my mouth shut, knowing that the day would come when Hubby would say, it's time to get back on track, have to save money, Mrs. T has to go.... Damn New Years Resolutions!!!!

So here I sit, already trying to get a plan together on how to keep the house clean and not let my OCD tendency's take over. I really don't mind cleaning, in fact it's kind of enjoyable in a really weird way. There is a sense of accomplishment, and pride. My problem is that I can't just hit the high spots and be done. I tend to let myself get bogged down in tiny little details. For instance, dusting a table is not in my nature, I will take everything off of said table, dust it, the table, the legs of the table and then think, I should probably go ahead and get the baseboards, the baseboards lead to the crown molding and then on to every single slat of every single blind in this house. I take everything off of every table, every shelf.... I can't stop! I realize that this good in some ways, but to actually complete the "simple" task of dusting can end up taking hours.. I have a sickness, I know.

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Never Wake a Sleeping Baby

"They" say you should never wake a sleeping baby, and most of the time I would have to agree with "them" - whoever "they" are.
But, tonight, Hubby is out of town, I'm bored and want someone to cuddle with. Is that so bad? To cuddle with my sweet Munchkin? I know this only sounds good in theory, because as I soon as I get her downstairs and try to settle in for the night, it will go something like this...

Me: Night, Night sweet girl
Munchkin: WHACK! upside my head
Me: Be still baby, it's time to go to sleep
Munchkin: EYE? poke
Me: Ouch honey, yes that's Mommy's eye, go to sleep
Munchkin: Ma Ma?
Me: Yes baby?
Munchkin: Maaa, Da Da..
Me: Shhhhhh
Munchkin: Aubie?
Me: Aubie's right here, now lay down.
Munchkin: WHACK! upside my head
Me: Alright, this has been fun, you are going back to your bed.....

Maybe I just talked myself out of this terrible decision!

Sunday, January 21, 2007

Superficial Gym Witch

It's not like my gym is the most "prestigious" gym in the city, in fact it's probably one of the most "un-prestigious" ones around. The kind that pretty much reeks of B.O. and farts, and practically resembles a senior citizen center, with all of the elderly sitting around drinking their coffee, and working out in their polyester pants with REALLY white sneakers. It's fine though, I'm comfortable there, I can get in and get out. I don't have to worry about what I'm wearing or how I look. I'm going to be getting all sweaty for Pete's sake, why bother? I say all of this to explain why this girl I came in contact with today was so noticeable. Matching little outfit, hair done, and full on makeup.. Again, why bother? Well, I can tell you, she is one of those gym goers that is not there to sweat, but to merely notice and be noticed.

While running in the treadmill, this girl whom we will lovingly refer to as the "Superficial Gym Witch" (SGW for short) hopped onto the machine next to mine, she immediately started peeking over to see what my settings were on - who does she think she is? She was already thinner than me, do I really need to have her checking out my progress, seeing if my speed is faster or slower than hers, the incline higher or lower... I try not to be bothered by this and crank up the tunes on my ipod a little and try to ignore her.. Then with her treadmill still running, SGW hops off and heads over to the magazine rack, picks out a magazine and jumps back on the treadmill, again she looks over, checks me out, then the lady on the other side. Running, running, she hops down again... treadmill still going, she goes this time for a cup of water from the fountain. Now I can do that all day I think. No real commitment to excercise necessary. She comes back, stares at me some more, looks around at the other people, then she starts checking herself out in the mirror mounted on the wall BEHIND us!!!! What is up with this chick? Is she just that insecure? So as I finish my run, I slow the treadmill down to cool off and as I hop off, I take a peek over at her settings, look at her and smile, I was going faster, my incline was higher and I burned more calories, so there.

Friday, January 19, 2007

To Cut, or Not To Cut? That is My Question.

What's up with Hubby all of the sudden having an opinion on the mess that is our child's hair? He has been telling me for months now that I should really cut it, that she's getting a mullet. Mostly just to irritate me, I'm sure. So, with my sister getting married, I decided that I would go ahead and take her in for a trim. When I mentioned it to Hubby, he said, "Ya Know, I'm kind of with Chad on this one, let's not cut her hair" Chad is a friend that he works with, he and his wife have a beautiful daughter who is almost 3, she's never had a haircut, at her father's request - should they really care this much? I thought I was supposed to be the one crying over the curls. Now what? Munchkin's hair is growing out of control, do I let her be known as the cute little girl with the mullet? Do I take her in, and then regret my decision? You see, men don't understand, when they throw things out there like that, all it does is make us second guess the choice that we thought we had already made... the choice that I have been agonizing over for so long, I might add.

So, back to square one. Cut or not cut?

Gettin' a Little Crazy

Not only did I get to go out last night for a wonderful dinner with nothing but other Mommies, but tonight the Hubby and I are headed out to a surprise party for a very dear friend... Two nights in 1 week, not to mention two nights in a row.... look out people, we might be finding our old life, you know the one, drunken, late nights/early mornings, with bad hangovers, willing to give your right nut (if you had one) for a Krystal burger, Ahhhhh, that life.... What's next, letting Munchkin actually spend the night away from home????........ Um.... NO! I'm not that crazy, just a little giddy and feeling a little lighter without having the 22 pound leach stuck to my leg, even if it is only for a few hours.

Isn't it amazing how just a few hours can cure what ails ya?

Thursday, January 18, 2007

A Little Bit of Sadness

Postpartum depression is something that I was fortunate enough to escape. But, I will say that for some reason today, I had this really sad feeling about the growth of my Munchkin, all over a stupid, little sock left on the staircase. As I was walking up here to the office to check my email, I looked down to see this tiny, little sock that Munchkin had left behind while climbing the stairs up to her room. It just made me want to go get her out of her crib and hold the sweet, precious, dose of goodness that is my Munchkin.

Socks for some reason have been a hot button for me. I remember in the days before her arrival, when I was washing her things and getting them put away, I would just hold those little socks thinking "This is really, real." They make me smile when I see one left in the dryer or mixed in our laundry.

My little baby is growing, the socks are getting bigger and I might just cry!

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

BRRRRRR!

Cold weather bites. Must move farther south!

Monday, January 15, 2007

Clumsy Mommy Strikes Again!

I believe that I have taken my clumsiness to an all new level. One that involves me endangering my child. I just might be one of the most clumsy people you will ever meet. One minute I will be standing, minding my business when all of the sudden, I'm on the floor. I literally just fall over sometimes for no reason. My latest adventure happened last night while carrying Munchkin down the stairs, yep, you guessed it! I went tumbling down about 6 steps with Munchkin in my arms. This was a very scary experience, every single fiber in my body was trying to hold on to my precious cargo, all I could think about was not letting her go head first onto the hardwood and break her neck. I did manage to hold onto her, although her head grazed the wall a little. My left hip, butt and right ankle took the brunt of the fall, and Munchkin was scared half to death, but we are fine. Just a bruised ego! And in case you read my post about 32 not being old, don't try falling down the stairs to test this theory. It's kind of like a bad hangover, you just don't recover as fast as you did when you were 21. Wow! I sound like an old Granny, but I kid you not, I am sore, sore, sore.

My lack of grace is something I've gotten used to over the years, I can pretty much just laugh it off, when you fall as much I do, you find a way to cope.

One time during my pregnancy, I literally fell into a store while reading aloud to Hubby the sign on the door that said "CAUTION: Uneven Step Up!" That was the day I retired my heels for the remainder of my pregnancy. If there is a crack in the sidewalk my heel will find it, an uneven surface, I'll be the first to take that "trip" and immediately look around to see if anyone saw, you know you do that too!!

Anyhoo, I could tell you stories all day, but I'll just let you be a witness to future posts in person!

Sunday, January 14, 2007

I Hate Men!

I say this not because I'm in a heated "discussion" with Hubby, but have you ever noticed that all men have the uncanny ability to lose weight by just thinking about it? Not that I'm on some type of crazy weight loss mission, but my sisters wedding is just around the corner and it would be nice to "firm up" a little, maybe knock a little of the jiggle off. So for the past 2 1/2 weeks, I've excrecised all but 2 days, and I mean alternating cardio days with weight training, I've been eating a diet so healthy it would make the best dietitians in town stand up and applaud. I've allowed myself 1 cheat meal each week, unsweet tea and water.. No sodas, no sweets... Have I lost a single pound? Absolutely not... Hubby, has lost 3 pounds by only eating what I eat, because I do the cooking. He has not been to the gym at all, although I have managed to get him to stroll the neighborhood with us a couple of times. But I must ask, What the Hell?

I'm literally working my butt off here, and for nothing... I truly believe this is an injustice in our society and someone should really do something about it.

Friday, January 12, 2007

Must. Counteract. Google ad.

In case you are reading this thinking it's going to be entertaining today, I'm sorry to disapoint. It's going to be a bunch of random words spewing across this post in hopes of getting a new advertisement on my blog!!! I cannot be advertising for free Nick Saban t-shirts, Here we go...

Baby Bottle,
Pacifiers,
Pack in play,
Cribs,
Bumbo,
Sippy cups,
Is this how this advertising thing even works?
Thigh Master,
Krispy Kreme,
Nippits,

Please work!

Thursday, January 11, 2007

Silly Little Fart

We are having breakfast this morning and my child farts.. She looks at me with this puzzled look on her face and says "What's That?" I laughed, she laughed. Nice to know our bodily functions are so funny.

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

What am I?

It seems that as I get older, my views on life and politics are changing. Did I vote for Bush? Yes. Do I regret that decision now? I think I might. I can hear my family freaking out across town right now, but I'm not sure what I believe in anymore. I mean, I think I may be a Conservative Liberal, or Liberal Conservative, isn't that what they call a Moderate? I still feel that some of my main beliefs are here, for instance abortion, no way, no how. A women's right to choose is the choice to put yourself in the situation to get pregnant in the first place, why should an innocent life have to suffer for your mistake?

The morning after pill? Glorified Abortion, in my opinion... Anyway, there are many levels to this argument and I could post on just this topic. But there is now apart of me that thinks the Government should mind their own business.

Why can't 2 people that love each other have a marriage recognized as a "marriage" if they are of the same sex? Do I believe in homosexuality? Not really, but I also believe that it's not my business. If Munchkin comes home one day and says that she is in love with another women, I'm not going to try and force her to believe the way I believe, she will be and is already her own little person. She has to make choices for herself and I will love and accept her, no matter what....

The President will speak tonight about sending more Troops into Iraq, this better be good. I feel that this war has been a complete disaster, with far more casualties then expected. It seems that the longer we stay the worse things get. Completely cut funding? Not sure if that's the answer. Cut funding for additional Troops? My verdict is still out...

Ok, Mr President. Impress me!

Sunday, January 07, 2007

Birthday Wishes, Empty Puff Taco

Another birthday, another year older. This really does not concern me like it does some people. I don't feel like I'm 32. I guess I just haven't hit that magic number where I cry uncontrollably about not being young anymore. Hubby's magic age was 27, not that he cried, but he was slightly depressed about being in his late 20's. I really don't care, in fact, I can't even remember how old I am most of the time. People will ask and I seriously have to think, I'm within a year, but will completely draw a blank.

So for my birthday, Hubby and Munchkin bought me this great Pottery Barn bookcase that I have been wanting since we moved into this house. One bad thing about getting older, you start getting excited about home furnishings as gifts. Look out dining room table, I've got an anniversary coming up!

Hubby and I had date night while Munchkin stayed with my sister. Movie and dinner. It was perfect. Except for my empty puff taco!!! My favorite food is Mexican, I could eat it everyday... We went to dinner at a place Hubby had not been to yet. Margaritas - Tasty, Puff Tacos - Empty? I stuck my fork into my taco, expecting the tasty goodness inside and nothing! I thought, someone forgot to stuff this taco, Hubby asked, "Are you sure there is supposed to be something inside?" Of course, silly! It's a taco, inside of a "puff", I've had them before and the menu clearly did not say, served with a "decorative" puff taco. After flagging down the waiter, he explained that only their lunch time puff tacos are stuffed.... I don't care what he says, I think someone forgot my stuffing!

Thursday, January 04, 2007

The Bear, Reincarnated?

Holy Crap! This has got to be the biggest spectacle I have ever seen in my life!!! As I'm sure you all must know by now that the University of Alabama has hired Nick Saban as their new head coach - you would have to be living under a rock to not know this earth shattering news. Yes, we are Auburn fans and No, we are not scared or shaking in our boots over UA's newest coaching victim. We are however, laughing at the behavior of the fans and media that seem to think this news is as big as if "The Bear" himself had come back to life, or Elvis had been found hiding in a gas station in Texas after all of these years. I have to say this, not because I'm an Auburn fan, but because I know a bunch of BS when I see it.... If you are an Alabama fan you should be embarrassed over the display shown on the news here and all over the country yesterday and so far today, I'm from this state and I'm embarrassed and completely puzzled on how this story seemed to trump everything else that has been happening in our state and the world over the past 24 hours.

Did you know that Democrats officially took control over Congress for the first time in 12 years, that there is wide spread fallout in the Middle East over the execution of Saddam Hussein, a high school student was shot and killed in a Washington school? Anyway, the list could go on. My point is, that it's just silly to think that people really care about the Crimson color of the Tahoe that was awaiting Saban when he stepped off of the private jet... Just remember this day, because once he has a few losses under his belt, and he will, this day will be forgotten, he will be hated and pushed out as fast or faster than any of the other coaches they have had in the past seven years. That's if he doesn't jump ship first.

I leave you today with a piece from an email I received from BFF's hubby, Agent B. Also die hard AU fans and realists, living out of state, witnessing this from afar, I couldn't say this better if I tried:


" I'm glad I don't live in the state of Alabama right now after The Saban arrived today. I watched a clip of his arrival at the Tuscaloosa airport and it was absolutely vomitous. Women were crying, some woman was screaming "Thank you Jesus, Roll Tide, thank you Jesus", and Mal Moore was walking proud with his chest bowed up. Too bad they didn't realize that they all looked like a bunch of absolute fools. It was embarrassing for the state of Alabama.

Here is my perspective on the situation: College football is cyclical and I knew that Alabama wouldn't be down forever, but it was such a fun ride laughing at their misfortunes over the last few years that I wasn't quite ready for them to have some good news. Oh well, Saban is a good coach and will have Bama competing for the SEC in 2 years, but he'll be no better than Tuberville or Urban Meyer or Mark Richt or Phil Fulmer or Spurrier. The Iron Bowl will become more competitive again and I guess we'll have to lose a couple of them to him in the coming years, but it's not like we're going to all of a sudden suck. I don't think he'll be as successful as he was at LSU because of several obvious reasons (the biggest of which is that LSU had no in-state competition) and I believe that he'll leave Alabama in 4 or 5 years. I also think LSU will work a little extra to beat Bama's ass in the future. I think Tuberville realizes that beating his in-state rival won't be as simple as it has been and I'm sure he'll work a little harder too.

I'm a little shocked at the money. I'm a little scared what this will do to the rest of the college football world. I'm sure the rest of the SEC coaches are licking their chops to see how they can get their salaries nearer to 4 million. It's sickening. What must the professors at Bama think of this? It is truly sickening and pathetic how desparate this looks."..... "The poor fools inside the state of Alabama don't realize it, but Saban is getting ripped in the national media and the state of Alabama truly looks ridiculous right now."

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

My Resolution, No Resolutions.

I'm starting to think that New Years resolutions are just stupid. I mean really, you have all year to start or stop whatever it is that you want to or want not to do. But New Years seem like the magical time when you will actually stick to it, why now? Why not October? May? I don't mean to sound like a pessimist, but I can't think of anyone that has actually followed through with their resolutions, including myself. So I say, forget about it! If you want to get thin, start when you feel fat, stop smoking now, don't wait, thinking that something will change just because the calendar says January 1..... Another riveting post, I know. Things are slow ok?

Monday, January 01, 2007

Dick & The Ball

Does that tell you how exciting out New Years Eve was? Very low key this year, which is exactly what we wanted. We went to dinner with some friends and sat there talking for over two hours. The girls were being great and the conversation was good, we were in no rush, we had about 2 hours before midnight. We let the Munchkin celebrate East Coast Style and put her to bed a little after 11:00 - The ball dropped, I popped in a movie, You, Me and Dupree, not as good as I had hoped. As you may know I have a serious girl crush on Kate Hudson, so I had to give it a try. Then off to bed... Aren't you glad you took the time to read this post?

Happy New Year!