Ok, I will admit I am writing this post at 11:38 (start time) on New Year's Eve and I am kind of toasted.... :)
I resolve this:
- To Blog Regularly: Monday is Manic Monday (kind of whatever I want to talk about from the past weekend), Tuesday is Top Tuesday (my top something list), Wednesday is Wordless Wednesday (sometimes pictures are better than words), Thursday is Thankful Thursday (something I am thankful for), and Friday is Flashback Friday (we'll take a look back at something be it a year ago or 30 years ago.. whatever I feel like).
Can I stick to it for at least a month? We'll just have to see!
Now off to pee (TMI sorry) and drink another Smirnoff Classic Lemonade with 11 minutes to go before the ball drops.
Friday, December 31, 2010
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Easy A is easily believable... sort of.
I wanted to see Easy A but as most know know me personally know, I don't got the movies. Last thing I saw in the theaters was Cars in May of 2006 and before that was something prior to May of 2004! So, Easy A is now available at Red Box. We use this due to convenience even though we are Netflix people too. Hubby came home from wrk bearing the DVD. I was excited.
After the kids went to bed we watched the movie. It was funny. It was cute. It had good casting. It had solid characters. We laughed at it and we enjoyed it. The movie ends and Hubby says he has 2 major issues with it. Besides the fact that rumors dont spread THAT fast, it is extremely unbelievable that she wasn't noticed prior to this - that she was sort of invisible. I stayed quiet for a minute before bursting his bubble. I asked him if he thought I was hot in high school (we didnt goto school together but he's seen lots of pictures). He replied with a yes and I said, "I was unnoticed."
Yes, hard to believe (not) that I was unnoticed. Here I am at 15 & 16...
I think I was pretty darn cute. I had awesome clothes and I was sweet and smart. I was a size 3 and had a 32D/32DD chest. Me? I was unnoticed. Just another body in the school. Much like Olive Penderghast (oddly I was dating a guy with the last name of Pendergast for most of my high school career).
Rumors do spread really fast - especially when it comes to a girl being easy. I was a freshman in high school when that "guy" (he was more of a slimy badword than a guy) who date raped me decided to spread rumors that we slept together and was easy all around school. It really did spread like wildfire and I was definitely noticed. But unlike the movie, I had to keep going and after a little while, I was back to being unnoticed (which again, unlike Olive, I would rather be unnoticed then thought to be a slut). Occasionally some guy would like me and some girl would remind him of "who I was" but it didnt matter much because as I said, I had a boyfriend I loved very much at the time.
Anyway, yes, it's easy to be pretty and smart and be unnoticed in high school and yes rumors spread really quickly.
Back to the movie, I really enjoyed it, especially all the references to the John Hughes movies that I adore oh so much!
After the kids went to bed we watched the movie. It was funny. It was cute. It had good casting. It had solid characters. We laughed at it and we enjoyed it. The movie ends and Hubby says he has 2 major issues with it. Besides the fact that rumors dont spread THAT fast, it is extremely unbelievable that she wasn't noticed prior to this - that she was sort of invisible. I stayed quiet for a minute before bursting his bubble. I asked him if he thought I was hot in high school (we didnt goto school together but he's seen lots of pictures). He replied with a yes and I said, "I was unnoticed."
Yes, hard to believe (not) that I was unnoticed. Here I am at 15 & 16...
Rumors do spread really fast - especially when it comes to a girl being easy. I was a freshman in high school when that "guy" (he was more of a slimy badword than a guy) who date raped me decided to spread rumors that we slept together and was easy all around school. It really did spread like wildfire and I was definitely noticed. But unlike the movie, I had to keep going and after a little while, I was back to being unnoticed (which again, unlike Olive, I would rather be unnoticed then thought to be a slut). Occasionally some guy would like me and some girl would remind him of "who I was" but it didnt matter much because as I said, I had a boyfriend I loved very much at the time.
Anyway, yes, it's easy to be pretty and smart and be unnoticed in high school and yes rumors spread really quickly.
Back to the movie, I really enjoyed it, especially all the references to the John Hughes movies that I adore oh so much!
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Confessions of an almost 33-year old mom of 3 - Vol. 1
I confess:
I know that I need to compare myself less to others. I shouldn't be jealous of your gorgeous marble floor, or your clothes, or the fact that you have time to shower and beautify yourself every morning. I shouldn't be sad that my heat is broken downstairs. I shouldn't be said that I could only buy my kids a few SMALL present so far for the holidays. I shouldn't cry over what I don't have even though I do on a daily basis.
My family is all healthy. My dad is still alive after having heart issues for over 20 years. My brother is sober. My brother beat cancer. All my kids are perfect. Putting my health stuff aside, we're all very healthy and That is a huge deal.
We have a place to live. We own a house. We have our own beds. We have more than so many other people. Granted the central heating downstairs doesn't work but we're not outside. Our upstairs heat works. Our fireplace downstairs gives off heat, and we have a portable heater to help maintain warmth down here.
I know there are people and families that dont have a place to be, who can't afford ANY toys, and/or aren't healthy in some aspect.
I know I should just be happy but I can't find simple happiness. It's totally hard and I try my best.
I confess:
I wouldn't want to do anything else than what I do now - being a stay-at-home-mom to my boys. It is the hardest thing to do and the most rewarding. The smiles, the tears, the everything! I would not want to be doing anything else.
That being said, staying home makes me feel worthless because we struggle so hard financially and I'm really not adding very much to help. These feelings are also something I have to deal with on a daily basis.
I confess:
I don't care for dogs. I love all animals, but I am definitely a cat person. I dont get dogs. It nauseates me to see people letting their dog lick their face. I gag at seeing people bury their heads in the dog's fur. Walking and picking up warm poop? No thanks. I can't stand the smell of dog's - no matter how good you say your dog smells, it doesn't.
I grew up with a dog. I attribute her sweet, kind, devoted nature to my dislike of dogs. I am younger than my my brothers by 8 & 9 years. They were with that dog, Heidi, longer. She protected them like a good dog. They'd joke and tease and pretend I was hurting them, "Heidi, Heidi, she's hurting me" and the dog would bark uncontrollably and I'd get scared and run. She'd chase me until I ran on top of couch where she stayed on the floor barking. Wonder why they scare me a bit? At 17 years old, she was getting pretty sick. She couldn't get up up woudl pee herself. She bit huge chunks of hair off and she just smelled. Maybe that's why I cant stand the dog smell? The licking thing? that's just plain nasty!
I confess:
I love cats. Cats instantly melt my heart. I can be so sad, so mad, so whatever, and petting Zoë makes it all go away. She's an angel in my life. She sits on my newspaper, jumps on my chest. Sushi yells at me and chases my toes under the sheets. They are cats and I love that about them. They never smell. They dont lick (and if/when they do, at least they are cleaner). They're litter box is a breeze to take car of!
I confess:
I kind of favor my last child most. I don't know why, but Owen is my angel. He's everything I never knew I wanted (he wasn't planned). Maybe because he's such a little person and by this time my other kids either had a younger sibling or because they started preschool but we're pretty close. I also love the age he's at. I hate that I favor him but I am admitting it here, just this once. I love my boys, all of them, don't get me wrong - I'd do anything for them. They are my world. They are the sparkle in my eye.
I know that I need to compare myself less to others. I shouldn't be jealous of your gorgeous marble floor, or your clothes, or the fact that you have time to shower and beautify yourself every morning. I shouldn't be sad that my heat is broken downstairs. I shouldn't be said that I could only buy my kids a few SMALL present so far for the holidays. I shouldn't cry over what I don't have even though I do on a daily basis.
My family is all healthy. My dad is still alive after having heart issues for over 20 years. My brother is sober. My brother beat cancer. All my kids are perfect. Putting my health stuff aside, we're all very healthy and That is a huge deal.
We have a place to live. We own a house. We have our own beds. We have more than so many other people. Granted the central heating downstairs doesn't work but we're not outside. Our upstairs heat works. Our fireplace downstairs gives off heat, and we have a portable heater to help maintain warmth down here.
I know there are people and families that dont have a place to be, who can't afford ANY toys, and/or aren't healthy in some aspect.
I know I should just be happy but I can't find simple happiness. It's totally hard and I try my best.
I confess:
I wouldn't want to do anything else than what I do now - being a stay-at-home-mom to my boys. It is the hardest thing to do and the most rewarding. The smiles, the tears, the everything! I would not want to be doing anything else.
That being said, staying home makes me feel worthless because we struggle so hard financially and I'm really not adding very much to help. These feelings are also something I have to deal with on a daily basis.
I confess:
I don't care for dogs. I love all animals, but I am definitely a cat person. I dont get dogs. It nauseates me to see people letting their dog lick their face. I gag at seeing people bury their heads in the dog's fur. Walking and picking up warm poop? No thanks. I can't stand the smell of dog's - no matter how good you say your dog smells, it doesn't.
I grew up with a dog. I attribute her sweet, kind, devoted nature to my dislike of dogs. I am younger than my my brothers by 8 & 9 years. They were with that dog, Heidi, longer. She protected them like a good dog. They'd joke and tease and pretend I was hurting them, "Heidi, Heidi, she's hurting me" and the dog would bark uncontrollably and I'd get scared and run. She'd chase me until I ran on top of couch where she stayed on the floor barking. Wonder why they scare me a bit? At 17 years old, she was getting pretty sick. She couldn't get up up woudl pee herself. She bit huge chunks of hair off and she just smelled. Maybe that's why I cant stand the dog smell? The licking thing? that's just plain nasty!
I confess:
I love cats. Cats instantly melt my heart. I can be so sad, so mad, so whatever, and petting Zoë makes it all go away. She's an angel in my life. She sits on my newspaper, jumps on my chest. Sushi yells at me and chases my toes under the sheets. They are cats and I love that about them. They never smell. They dont lick (and if/when they do, at least they are cleaner). They're litter box is a breeze to take car of!
I confess:
I kind of favor my last child most. I don't know why, but Owen is my angel. He's everything I never knew I wanted (he wasn't planned). Maybe because he's such a little person and by this time my other kids either had a younger sibling or because they started preschool but we're pretty close. I also love the age he's at. I hate that I favor him but I am admitting it here, just this once. I love my boys, all of them, don't get me wrong - I'd do anything for them. They are my world. They are the sparkle in my eye.
Worst. McDonald's. Ever. UPDATE....`
The update is? There is no update! That's right... corporate sent me a generate form letter back that the store itself and the regional manager would be contacted and i have YET to hear back. Talk about caring, huh? Well, my kids beg on a daily basis and I have avoided McDonald's and will NOT go there again even though they are so close and my baby asks for their fries by name. Worst. Customer. Service. Ever!
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