Always Tell The Truth..Even If You Have To Make It Up

It's been a while since I have been tagged but it has happened again. My friend Dusty is the culprit. Thanks Dusty, now that I have to be honest my 5 readers will dwindle to 2. LOL!

Ok, so here's what I have to do:

* Thank the person who nominated you for this award {that would be me}

* Copy the logo and place it on your blog

* Link to the person who nominated you for this award

* Name 10 things about yourself that people might find interesting

* Nominate 10 Honest Scrap Bloggers

* Post links to the 10 blogs you nominate

* Leave a comment on each of the blogs, letting them know they have been nominated

Ready? Here goes.

1-I can't touch cotton balls. They make me gag. Like chalkboard noise to some. I'm grossed out just typing about it. Thankyouverymuch.

2-I'm and only girl. I have 4 brothers and they don't let me forget it.

3-My stepfather adopted me and my brother when I was 14. He and my mom married when I was 8.

4-I am terrified of flying and get teased for joining the Air Force.

5-I don't wear makeup. Never have and probably never will. Like none. Not lipstick, face powder stuff or mascara. All natural.

6-I can't walk in heels. My mom tried, my friends tried, I just can't do it. I have feet made for tennis shoes and flip flops.

7-I had something like a stroke when I was 15. Bell's Palsy is what it's called. The right side of my face was paralyzed for a month or so and I had to stay out of school and take steroids. My hair fell out and I got fat. But I got better and it recovered 100%.

8-I don't let people see me cry. My husband has only seen me cry a handful of times in the 9 years we've been together. I have to REALLY feel comfortable to cry around someone. I'm just stubborn like that.

9-I despise doing laundry. I will wait until I have no clean underwear sometimes before I will break down and wash clothes. One time I just went to the store to buy more.

10-When I was 16 me and my youngest brother were involved in a head on collision. He almost died and it still haunts me and probably always will.

Ok. So now that you think I'm a freak I will break the rules.

I am not going to nominate anyone because I'm sure they won't do it! But....surprise me. Let me know if you do decide to follow along and be a little honest about yourself!

The Park

They left the house hoping the clouds wouldn’t bring in rain.

They stopped on the way to the park and took pictures of a bunny in the grass.

They held hands as they walked towards the empty playground.

One usually sits on the bench just watching the other one play.

Today she sat but suddenly got the urge to run.

So she did. She chased the other one around and got tickled by her laughter.

They ran up the slides, hung upside down on the monkey bars and kicked their shoes off.

Barefooted on the soft ground they ran after each other, sweating and smiling with delight.

Their imaginations turned the separate playgrounds into pirate ships.

They tossed imaginary water balloons at each other.

Then they were tired. They were hot and thirsty. They left hand in hand and headed home for drinks and a hot bath.

Me and Lael played yesterday. The real kind of play. You know the kind of playing you did when YOU were 5.

I sometimes forget that there is more to parenting than supervising. Being part of her world opened my eyes.

Yesterday I did not sit on the bench reading a book or texting. I played. Just me and her….

And the pirates of course.

A Post In Which I Will Curse….A LOT

Alternately named: In Which I Wanted To RIP Her Braces Out Of Her MOUTH!!!

I went to see Harry Potter Saturday night. It was a GREAT movie, but the whole movie experience…..not.so.much.

Let me give you a few reasons why it may be ok to wait for it to come on DVD.

*Teenage girl sitting next to her mother WITH braces DEVOURING popcorn with her mouth open using both hands (got the visual)

*Said teenage girls narrating EVERYSINGLEFUCKINGTHING to her mother who OBVIOUSLY hadn’t read the books

*Couple who brought newborn baby who obviously wasn’t movie trained

*Arriving to the movies 30 minutes early to pick the perfect seat and have latecomers DARE ask me to scooch. Hell to the No I won’t scooch. Asshole.

*Mother who brought her son who decides it’s ok to make phone calls and TALK on her phone DURING the movie. MORE THAN ONCE!!!

*Same mother who would used her bright as iPhone to illuminate the whole row so that she could dig through her purse looking for GODKNOWSWHAT.

*Little boy who shouldn’t have been in the movie who obviously needed to go see and ENT (Ear, Nose, and Throat) doctor because he sniffed the whole 2 ½ hours.

*The couple who brought their toddler that ran back and forth on the carpet like he was at the fucking playground.

But I’m not angry or anything. Just wanted to give you a few reasons while the next time I will bring pliers to wire that little girl’s mouth shut. I’m just sayin’

Bedtime Battle

When I woke up this morning there was a little arm and little leg wrapped around me. Every now and then Lael creeps into my bedroom and slides under the covers. I don’t mind so much now as I did back when she was younger.

There’s a guy I work with who has a 6 month old son and we had an office discussion about the right time to move your baby to their own room.

Ok. So I thought he was arguing that his wife wanted the baby to stay in their room and he wanted him out. It was the other way around. It was him that could not sleep unless his “boy” was right there next to them in his pack ‘n play.

I joined in on the discussion and explained to him what happened to me.

Lael came home from the hospital and I had her a Mozart playing, nightlight attached, vibrating bassinet. It was awesome. The problem? She could stand the damn thing. I would lay her on her back, swaddle her, prop her on her side. Nothing. She would only sleep right under my armpit. I admit it became easier to breastfeed that way but eventually she stopped breastfeeding.

When she was about 3 months I tried to move her to her crib. You know in the room that I painted, bordered, hung shit and overall made it the best looking room in the house. Nothing. She wasn’t having it. I couldn’t even get her to nap in the crib.

She turned 1. Still sleeping with us. She turned 2. Still slept with us. She turned 3 and my husband stopped sleeping in the bed because it drove him insane.

I bought her a toddler bed and put it on my side of the bed hoping to get her to sleep in her pretty pink Dora bed and eventually move her to her newly decorated room. You know? The one she NEVER slept in. Nothing.

So it began right before her 4th birthday. I had finally gotten fed up. By this time I gave away the toddler bed and bought her a twin bed and redecorated our third bedroom. Dora comforter, Dora border, Nightlight, the works. Nothing.

But this time I wasn’t giving in to her. I spent a week. I mean a whole 7 days breaking her free from my bed. It was torture. I had to get up every hour to walk her back to her bed. By the second day she would stay in her bed but scream for me. Not the ahhhhh type of scream, but the whatthefuckareyoudoingtome type of scream.

It hurt me so bad. I knew it was my fault because I should have done it earlier. She would scream and cry “ I just want you mommy!” and I would sit outside her bedroom door crying. It pained me to put her through this.

But eventually it was over. She slept. By the second week she would go through changes to keep me in her room longer during story time but in the end she would stay in her room all night.

Even now as she will be turning 6 soon she still has relapses. When she gets sick and I let her sleep with me for a day or two she will start waking up every night coming into my room and I have to fuss at her all over again.

So this morning wasn’t just me waking up with my baby in my bed. But instead the end of a battle that I know I will win in the end.

That is until I have my next child. *Sigh*

Why My Cheeks Were Sore This Morning

What do you get when you mix a baby, 4 friends, Las Vegas, strippers, alcohol, and Mike Tyson?

The funniest movie I have seen in a long time.

The plan was for me to go see my beloved Harry Potter last night, but with Lael being gone for the night at my MIL’s, hubby decided he wanted to go to the movies with me but had a different movie in mind.

We went to see The Hangover. While I typically don’t like these type of movies. I have to say that it was hilarious!

What is also baffling is to see the variety of people that came out to see it.

You had me and hubby. -Young black married couple -White married couple (maybe mid-30’s) -Young white male teens –Young black male teens –Group of teen girls -Old couple (maybe 60 or so)

And the thing was EVERYONE was totally amused. The rating is: Rated R for pervasive language, sexual content including nudity, and some drug material.

It’s just nice to see we could all get together for a nice, dirty laugh. Hee hee hee.

Yes, She's Too Hot To Handle

Yes, Lael is using her toy hairdryer (that works) to cool off her food.

Yes, that is hot dogs and beans in her bowl.

Yes, we do eat hot dogs and beans in my house.

Yes, she does get to eat while watching tv.

Yes, she is wearing a blue band on her wrist from the pool because she is hot shit. At 5 I might add.

Yes, I do think she is the cutest, smartest, funniest girl ever. But my opinion may be biased.

Just saying.

Random Tuesday Thoughts

I feel off today. Have you ever had that kind of day? You are there physically but not mentally.

I'm COMPLETELY unhappy at work and am desperate to move to a new one.

My best friend and I aren't as connected as we used to be and it makes me sad.

My close friend is getting ready to leave me and that makes me sad.

My mom still isn't talking to me. (That's a whole different post.)

Lael has been upset because she hasn't heard from my mom since June 10th.

I am doubting whether it's time to bring another child into my screwed up family (extended).

I need a drink. Ugh.