Phew!!!

That was a close one!  So that rumor going around that our signs had changed had me slightly panicked. See I am 100% Cancer.  I am a homebody, very loyal to my friends once I open up to them and am very caring etc... to be short I am simply fabulous all the way around (please read know I am full of shit). 

Well, with the new layout and addition of the new sign - that I cannot pronoun let alone pretend to spell, I was going to be a Gemini.  Yeah not a big deal for most, but I was one of those girls who decided the best way to show my independence when I turned 18 and got a tattoo.  Not just any tattoo - but a Cancer sign on my lower back, also known as a tramp stamp.  It wasn't a crab, but the sign where when you walk in to show your dad his first statement is "You got 69 tattooed above your ass?!?" Yeah, there was no way I was going to get around this.  

But at least I brought humor to my Bryan, he told me to go blog about it - thanks hun ;)

But luckily for me, and I am sure plenty of other "independent" teens the signs are not changing for us Westerners - Whew.  That was a close one.....

After Another Day of Snow

It almost sounds good to move back to TX.  I want to be able to wear my cute shoes again, I want to be able to get into my car and not have to wait till I get to work (30 min drive) for my heater to finally be full blast, I want to plant!!!

I am ready for Spring, I am ready to dig in dirt and pretend that I am a master gardener (I am so not - I tend to kill things).  I am ready for walks outside, I am ready to soak up the sun past 4:30pm.   I am also ready for all the house projects that we can continue on!!! 

We started to paint our house last summer/fall and did a pretty decent job of it all until my Husband's eye went bust.  There is a lesson in this story so pay attention closely.... After buying our own paint sprayer instead of renting one and it getting clogged over and over again, we finally went back to Home Depot and rented a professional grade sprayer (my advice is to do this from the start and save the time, headache and money).  It definitely had more pressure and I offered Bryan a pair of goggles - he chose not to wear them... and low and behold that evening his eyes were swollen he couldn't see out of them and had to go to the eye doctor the next morning...he had two ulcers on his corneas.  PAINFUL to say the least...that was in Sept...it is now January and he is still seeing an eye doctor - but he is on the mend and it is almost perfect timing!!! I am so going to put him back to work this spring (it is the least I can do considering he left all the trim work up to me ;)).  So the lesson to everyone is - listen to your wives -WEAR GOGGLES!

EVIDENCE:

                                                                 obviously a before

                                                               and here is a durring

                                                                     and the after

                                            now we just have to add some landscaping!!!

So there will be a few touch ups on the paint - hopefully a fence and a few new shrubs this spring - can't be that hard right?

Another Day Another Post

So the one thing I absolutely love about being pregnant is being sick, stuffed up with a chapped nose and not being able to do a darn thing about it.  On top of it all I have a cat that has taken stalking to a new level.  I sit down on the couch he is on me in a second.  And not in the way you would think a cute lap cat would.  He finds the position that is the most inconvenient to me at the moment...oh you are reading a book, let me lay on your face...oh you are trying to type on the laptop, let me lay across both your arms...I love my cat but for this one reason I am ready to be done being pregnant.  Otherwise the pregnancy is going just fine...minus the fact Bryan has throw out Guillermo a few dozen times today.  He is just not going to let that name die...


Other thoughts of the day... looking for two mirrors for my half done bathroom.... quite the task for me lately.  I don't want anything overpowering (cause I am going with a super fabulous and unique wall paper from Anthropology this one right here. ) but I do need something that stands out and can hold its own.  Sigh - I am sure I will find something...but until then I will be driving my husband nuts showing him different screen shots and getting denied each time...he definitely does not have a designer eye or know when certain shapes and lines or colors work with each other but he does have the power of Veto.  I am going to have to take that away at some point.

It is also Sunday, which means I don't want to going into work tomorrow and am fantasizing about my tropical vacation that is now where to be seen on my calendar...sigh someday I will be rich and be able to jet off to my own island for doing something trivial like being pregnant at 16...shit that boat has already sailed... no one is going to want to watch me be pregnant at 27...note to self - must find other option at being famous for nothing.


Have a happy week - but not to happy - throw some jaded sass somewhere in there as well :)

 

A New Year an New Attempt at Blogging

So here we go again... another attempt at this blogging thing.  I need something to keep me slightly busy, slightly sane.  It is January in Minnesota and by my reasoning that means it is almost February which means it is practically March which is when Spring starts teasing us, and then dumps two feet of snow on us... but I will take those teasing days right about now.  This is my first year of living in MN where I am actually counting down the days to spring.  normally I love the snow, love looking at the covered trees and just enjoying the seasons.

I think this is due to have a toddler on my hands.  Emily turned two in December and has so much energy to burn...not surprising I know with a toddler but I so need my yard back so I can just let her run and run...

Speaking of the yard one of our house improvement projects for the spring is to build a fence around our yard...right after we finish a few on the inside:

1. Finish the main bathroom that has been under a remodel...for almost two years...
2. Refinish our hardwood floors that look like we have sandpaper for feet...
3. Remodel my cave of a kitchen - meaning new flooring, new cabinets, and new appliances

All of this plus a baby on the way.... really I am insane.

Oh and I want to repaint the living room.....

So Hopefully I will be posting and keeping everyone updated on our house projects, venting a bit about my husband and his habit of "soaking" the dishes and not actually washing the dishes, and maybe a few of my fabulous insights on life...

Mr. V

I love Mr. V.  He makes me laugh, even when I hate him he makes me laugh.  Like most I have gotten caught up in the Twilight frenzy.  I enjoyed the books (even if they are not scholarly) they are a fun way to escape, and even thought the movies are not Emmy winners they definitely fill my need for teen angst.  The reason why I love my husband is because he knows this, he laughs at this and yet still participates in it while mocking me.

He plays Vampire and Werewolves with Emily.  When he nuzzles Emily's neck and gives her kisses to make her laugh, he is a vampire.  When he tickles her with this hand on her tummy he is a Werewolf.  Not a hard game to catch onto but we love it.  He bought Emily a tin with sweet tarts in it that says team Jacob.  I am team Edward.  Bryan says they are on team Jacob because they have brown skin and are always hot - so they must be werewolves and I must be a vampire cause I am pale.  Thanks B.

When Twilight the DVD was release, he waited out in the cold at Target in line with Emily (she was 3 months old at the time - and obviously bundled up) while I was on a girls trip.  He wanted to make sure I had my movie.  He still gets good husband points for that one.

He does these things every now and then that make me love him all over again ....  

The Scale

I love it when you start to workout - you go straight to the scale for proof - like two classes will suddenly shave off 10lbs (don't I wish).  It didn't but I actually feel better about myself and I am wondering where all the "what have you been doing you look amazing" comments are... must be patient.

My last class was a 90 min Hot Yoga class.  Like the class and the challenge... however I am not sure about the teacher (I think he thought I was stupid) he was a bit rough (not friendly at the front desk) and of course I made it all about me and how I didn't fit in... silly I know.  He however was a good teacher and explain things really well...maybe just has to work on his customer service.

Anywho - I am now a member and who knows maybe I will start eating healthy and give up my my Mt. Dew for breakfast - highly doubtful.

Sooo I realized that I had very little to say

and so I stopped blogging - like I really started let's be honest. Oh well, here I am again. I have started something new. Yoga. Seriously. I was on this kick of not working out and trying to lose the baby weight...since it seemed to be working. The less I did the less I weighed. Amazing I know...till I looked at my ass and realized it was sagging... you may think this is a moment where I am exaggerating but it was. Then my cousin comes in with her cute pre-baby body all adorable and I was my bitter self and asked what she was doing. Corepower Yoga. She loved it and wanted to take advantage of me by taking me to a class, which by the way she gets a $5 credit by doing so...

Of course I wore like 3 layers of clothing to hide my kangaroo pouch (that is what I am calling my extra skin that did not magically snap back into place like all the Hollywood moms that have a plastic surgeon waiting in the birthing room). I went to the sculpt class, a heated room, hybrid arobic/yoga class...not the Hhhhmmmmm kind of yoga class (or is that meditation?). Anywhoo, got my ass handed to me, and I kind of liked it.

However, the class was full of the skinny older women with huge (overly perky) boobies. Or else, young girls with pre-baby (perky) boobies. There was money in that room lets just be honest.

I then decided maybe to try other classes... and I found the Hot Fusion Yoga (Hot Yoga with a fancy name). I love it...I think I may even shed one of my layers here soon. But lets not kid ourselves quite yet, my kangaroo pouch is far from gone. But I can feel myself becoming more flexible - I don't want to kill my husband when I get home (he thinks this is a plus) and in all honesty, it is "me" time. We all need "me" time.

I am not going to pretend to be the convert who is going to start eating oats and grass for breakfast, I didn't start these classes to find my inner- self, I know who I am and how strong I am and yada yada yada - I am a sarcastic shit- who sees things how they are. I am a mom with a kangaroo pouch who is desperate to feel pretty again.

I am sure there are moms out there who would say "you created a miracle...be proud of the scars etc." but it is more than that. It is more than that - it is my own identity which I plan to keep intact and not morph into someone who lives through my child but lives with my child.

Wow... when did I get on to the soap box?!?! Getting down now.... anywho I thought I would start posting about my experiences and observations and see how that goes...