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Friday, December 19, 2008
I'm An Idiot
In an attempt to save money I cut my own hair.
I look like a 12 year old. It's so 90's -- it hurts!
My friends told me to get layers.
I told them sure! Then I can go from Monica to Rachel.
Conversations from the Other Room
Bubby: Hey, mailman!
Alyssa: Bubby! I'm a girl. Call me mail ma'am.
Bubby: Mail ma'am?
Alyssa: Yes! I'm a girl so it's mail ma'am. Boys are mailmen, girls are mail ma'ams. Call me
ma'am.
Bubby: Mail ma'am?
Alyssa: Forget it! Just call me lady mailman. *heavy sigh*
(December 18, 2008)
Alyssa: Bubby! I'm a girl. Call me mail ma'am.
Bubby: Mail ma'am?
Alyssa: Yes! I'm a girl so it's mail ma'am. Boys are mailmen, girls are mail ma'ams. Call me
ma'am.
Bubby: Mail ma'am?
Alyssa: Forget it! Just call me lady mailman. *heavy sigh*
(December 18, 2008)
My Friend
My Sophia came up to me yesterday, climbed up into the chair with me, wrapped her arms around my neck and said, "You my fren, Mommy."
It was one of the sweetest moments of my day.
(December 14, 2008)
It was one of the sweetest moments of my day.
(December 14, 2008)
I'm A Marilyn
You are a Marilyn --
"I am affectionate and skeptical."
Marilyns are responsible, trustworthy, and value loyalty to family, friends, groups, and causes.
Their personalities range broadly from reserved and timid to outspoken and confrontative.
How to Get Along with Me
* Be direct and clear
* Listen to me carefully
* Don't judge me for my anxiety
* Work things through with me
* Reassure me that everything is OK between us
* Laugh and make jokes with me
* Gently push me toward new experiences
* Try not to overreact to my overreacting.
* Be direct and clear
* Listen to me carefully
* Don't judge me for my anxiety
* Work things through with me
* Reassure me that everything is OK between us
* Laugh and make jokes with me
* Gently push me toward new experiences
* Try not to overreact to my overreacting.
What I Like About Being a Marilyn
* being committed and faithful to family and friends
* being responsible and hardworking
* being compassionate toward others
* having intellect and wit
* being a nonconformist
* confronting danger bravely
* being direct and assertive
* being committed and faithful to family and friends
* being responsible and hardworking
* being compassionate toward others
* having intellect and wit
* being a nonconformist
* confronting danger bravely
* being direct and assertive
What's Hard About Being a Marilyn
* the constant push and pull involved in trying to make up my mind
* procrastinating because of fear of failure; having little confidence in myself
* fearing being abandoned or taken advantage of
* exhausting myself by worrying and scanning for danger
* wishing I had a rule book at work so I could do everything right
* being too critical of myself when I haven't lived up to my expectations
* the constant push and pull involved in trying to make up my mind
* procrastinating because of fear of failure; having little confidence in myself
* fearing being abandoned or taken advantage of
* exhausting myself by worrying and scanning for danger
* wishing I had a rule book at work so I could do everything right
* being too critical of myself when I haven't lived up to my expectations
Marilyns as Children Often
* are friendly, likable, and dependable, and/or sarcastic, bossy, and stubborn
* are anxious and hypervigilant; anticipate danger
* form a team of "us against them" with a best friend or parent
* look to groups or authorities to protect them and/or question authority and rebel
* are neglected or abused, come from unpredictable or alcoholic families, and/or take on the fearfulness of an overly anxious parent
* are friendly, likable, and dependable, and/or sarcastic, bossy, and stubborn
* are anxious and hypervigilant; anticipate danger
* form a team of "us against them" with a best friend or parent
* look to groups or authorities to protect them and/or question authority and rebel
* are neglected or abused, come from unpredictable or alcoholic families, and/or take on the fearfulness of an overly anxious parent
Marilyns as Parents
* are often loving, nurturing, and have a strong sense of duty
* are sometimes reluctant to give their children independence
* worry more than most that their children will get hurt
* sometimes have trouble saying no and setting boundaries
* are often loving, nurturing, and have a strong sense of duty
* are sometimes reluctant to give their children independence
* worry more than most that their children will get hurt
* sometimes have trouble saying no and setting boundaries
This is pretty much right on. Who are you? It's only TWO questions.
I Want
I want to be on a beach with the sand between my toes.
I want to chop off my hair and get highlights.
I want to go to Target and spend money.
I want to put on my shoes and run outside in the fresh air instead of on the treadmill.
I want to hear a new song that doesn't sound like every other "new" song.
I want to knit.
I want a sewing machine so I can make my girls beautiful dresses.
I want my precious Olivia to stay a baby. She is growing too quickly.
I want everyone to start saying "Right here" like Sophia does. "Bite der!"
I want to go to school for Web Design and do something with myself.
I want a new camera.
I want to magically be skinny.
I want stress to go away.
I want to win the Lotto.
I want to move back to Ohio.
I want to throw all the furniture in my living room away and get new stuff.
I want one more beautiful, sunny Fall day.
I want to have Amy Winehouse's voice so I can be a Rock Star minus the crack.
I want a new bed so the pain in my back goes away.
I want one day to myself so I can sleep in late, take a nap, watch TV, read a book and get my hair did.
I want to be able to remove a wedgie from my butt in the middle of Walmart with no shame.
**Note to self: Buy the new wedgie-free undies**
I want to play the piano, guitar and drums.
I want to join a Church so I can sing in the choir.
I want to chop off my hair and get highlights.
I want to go to Target and spend money.
I want to put on my shoes and run outside in the fresh air instead of on the treadmill.
I want to hear a new song that doesn't sound like every other "new" song.
I want to knit.
I want a sewing machine so I can make my girls beautiful dresses.
I want my precious Olivia to stay a baby. She is growing too quickly.
I want everyone to start saying "Right here" like Sophia does. "Bite der!"
I want to go to school for Web Design and do something with myself.
I want a new camera.
I want to magically be skinny.
I want stress to go away.
I want to win the Lotto.
I want to move back to Ohio.
I want to throw all the furniture in my living room away and get new stuff.
I want one more beautiful, sunny Fall day.
I want to have Amy Winehouse's voice so I can be a Rock Star minus the crack.
I want a new bed so the pain in my back goes away.
I want one day to myself so I can sleep in late, take a nap, watch TV, read a book and get my hair did.
I want to be able to remove a wedgie from my butt in the middle of Walmart with no shame.
**Note to self: Buy the new wedgie-free undies**
I want to play the piano, guitar and drums.
I want to join a Church so I can sing in the choir.
I want to punch someone and not be punched back.
I want to be a Karate Kid.
I want to never shave my legs again.
I want perky boobs again instead of these udders.
I want Sophia to be two forever. The kid is awesome.
I want to know Robert Downey Jr.
I want Christian Siriano and Masi Oka to be my best friends.
I want to run my fingers through Sendhil Ramamurthy's hair.
I want to meet Bob Dylan.
I want to go back and see the Beatles live.
I want to be a super hero.
Yes, I have many wants. I may not have these things, but at least I have my kids.
I want to be a Karate Kid.
I want to never shave my legs again.
I want perky boobs again instead of these udders.
I want Sophia to be two forever. The kid is awesome.
I want to know Robert Downey Jr.
I want Christian Siriano and Masi Oka to be my best friends.
I want to run my fingers through Sendhil Ramamurthy's hair.
I want to meet Bob Dylan.
I want to go back and see the Beatles live.
I want to be a super hero.
Yes, I have many wants. I may not have these things, but at least I have my kids.
(December 7, 2008)
It's For Real
Bubby: Mom, Sophia took all the blankets off Alyssa's bed.
Me: (nursing baby) Did she? Sophia did you take the blankets off your sisters bed? Alyssa check to see if all the blankets are off your bed.
Alyssa: Yes. They're all off. It's just the flowers now. You have to come and see. It's for real!
*sigh*
Happy Monday.
(December 8, 2008)
Me: (nursing baby) Did she? Sophia did you take the blankets off your sisters bed? Alyssa check to see if all the blankets are off your bed.
Alyssa: Yes. They're all off. It's just the flowers now. You have to come and see. It's for real!
*sigh*
Happy Monday.
(December 8, 2008)
Six Year. Time Flies.
As of 5:38 PM tomorrow I have been a Mommy for 6 years. At this time 6 years ago I was in bed with Ryan watching movies. We were going to Heidi's for dinner that night so we were being lazy.
The contractions started around 10:30 on that Monday night. I was walking up the stairs to Kevin's room to ask Ryan if he was ready to go. I had to stop mid-way because I had my first contraction (or at least the first one I could actually feel). I remember thinking, "Dude! What the heck was that?" That's when Heidi told me it was probably a contraction. By the time we got home they were every 45 minutes apart.
That was a very long night. I slept through a lot of it, but Ryan told me the next morning I moaned all night.
By 8:00 the next morning they were every 5 minutes. Ryan called his boss and I called the Doctor. The Doctor told me to wait until they were every 2 minutes apart. I then informed him that we had just moved 50 minutes away from the hospital and that I wasn't trying to have her in the car! He told me to come right in.
On the way there my husband decided we needed to stop for gas and a car wash. Yes, a car wash. He didn't want to bring the baby home in a dirty car!
We got to the hospital around 10:50. Around the time for the epidural I thought I was going to die. The nurses and my Mother-in-law were in awe of my calmness. I wasn't calm, on the inside I was freaking out. After I got the epidural I told a complete stranger I loved him.
That stranger -- the Anesthesiologist.
A few hours later it was time to push. I was terrified I was going to be pushing for hours. 20 minutes later, she was in my arms. I thought I would cry, I didn't. I just wanted her bundled and back in my arms. The first thing I said when I saw her sweet face was, "She looks JUST like you!" She did, too. She was a mini-Ryan.
She was tiny and perfect. My entire world changed that day and it hasn't been the same since. I was 19, married and thought I had life figured out. Little did I know my growing up was just beginning.
She was the beginning for me. My life began the day she came into it. I was meant to be a Mommy and I knew that the second I looked into her eyes. She changed me for the better.
Tomorrow she will be my big 6 year old and I would be lying if I said I'm not sitting here with tears running down my face. Yes, she can drive me crazy. She challenges me daily. However, she is one of the most amazing kids ever. She just has this way about her. She makes anyone and everyone feel special.
She is bossy and sweet. She is kind to others. She is smart, funny, talented and beautiful.
Basically, she is amazing. I would give my life for her.
Happy Birthday, Alyssa Grace. Mommy loves you more than anything.
(December 9, 2008)
The contractions started around 10:30 on that Monday night. I was walking up the stairs to Kevin's room to ask Ryan if he was ready to go. I had to stop mid-way because I had my first contraction (or at least the first one I could actually feel). I remember thinking, "Dude! What the heck was that?" That's when Heidi told me it was probably a contraction. By the time we got home they were every 45 minutes apart.
That was a very long night. I slept through a lot of it, but Ryan told me the next morning I moaned all night.
By 8:00 the next morning they were every 5 minutes. Ryan called his boss and I called the Doctor. The Doctor told me to wait until they were every 2 minutes apart. I then informed him that we had just moved 50 minutes away from the hospital and that I wasn't trying to have her in the car! He told me to come right in.
On the way there my husband decided we needed to stop for gas and a car wash. Yes, a car wash. He didn't want to bring the baby home in a dirty car!
We got to the hospital around 10:50. Around the time for the epidural I thought I was going to die. The nurses and my Mother-in-law were in awe of my calmness. I wasn't calm, on the inside I was freaking out. After I got the epidural I told a complete stranger I loved him.
That stranger -- the Anesthesiologist.
A few hours later it was time to push. I was terrified I was going to be pushing for hours. 20 minutes later, she was in my arms. I thought I would cry, I didn't. I just wanted her bundled and back in my arms. The first thing I said when I saw her sweet face was, "She looks JUST like you!" She did, too. She was a mini-Ryan.
She was tiny and perfect. My entire world changed that day and it hasn't been the same since. I was 19, married and thought I had life figured out. Little did I know my growing up was just beginning.
She was the beginning for me. My life began the day she came into it. I was meant to be a Mommy and I knew that the second I looked into her eyes. She changed me for the better.
Tomorrow she will be my big 6 year old and I would be lying if I said I'm not sitting here with tears running down my face. Yes, she can drive me crazy. She challenges me daily. However, she is one of the most amazing kids ever. She just has this way about her. She makes anyone and everyone feel special.
She is bossy and sweet. She is kind to others. She is smart, funny, talented and beautiful.
Basically, she is amazing. I would give my life for her.
Happy Birthday, Alyssa Grace. Mommy loves you more than anything.
(December 9, 2008)
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