My bestie and my baby. Not many things make me as happy as this combo.
There is no love like it
I’m a mommy to this perfect baby boy. Couldn’t feel more lucky and proud.
Oh silly baby. You can’t come out yet. You have 5 more weeks to cook in there. So please….quit tryin and let me get out of here so I can eat some dinner!
Oh man, there went my iced tea
Amazing
So, here's the thing...: I just found a house I want boy and I to rent... -
It is right down the street from my current one, which is good because I love my neighborhood, it is three bedrooms (one for us, one for his kids to share, one for my closet..let’s be real here), has a yard, and the rent is way, way reasonable.
I’ve already emailed them.
What I am saying is…I…
Holy shit. I’m freaking out. WHO ARE YOU????? You lost me at “ one for his kids to share”…
Yes please
tuesday afternoon kitten.
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It was almost 10 years ago when life as we all knew it, took a turn. 10 years. How has it already been that long? They say you’ll never forget where you were when that September 11th morning went terribly wrong. It’s true… I was in San Diego getting ready to go to my morning classes. I remember feeling so sad and so scared of what was going to happen next. In the last 10 years, I will admit that there are times that I “forget” about things happening overseas. It’s impossible to live a healthy and happy life if thoughts were constantly about war, death and devastation. That being said, I can say that in the last 10 years I have had a constant feeling of uncertainty and fear when I hear the name Osama Bin Laden. When I see his picture, I instantly get a knot in my stomach and have to look away.
Tonight that fear is gone. I can look at his picture and know he is no longer a threat to me, my family, my friends, my country. He is dead. I hate the word “dead”. I hate when someone says, “oh, they’re dead.” Seems so inhumane and cold. Until now. BIN LADEN IS DEAD. Feels good, doesn’t it? He was shot in the head… after a firefight. It wasn’t something he didn’t see coming. I can only hope that he sat there, realizing this was it for him. That after all these years, we got him. His reign of terror was over… in that moment. And I hope he felt scared and lonely. I hope he was shaking. I hope he pleaded for his life. I hope he prayed. I hope he cried. And I hope when the first tear fell, they aimed that gun and fired. I hope it was terrible for him. I hope his loved ones watched. I hope they screamed and cried. I hope they live the rest of their lives with the visions of his death in their minds… just like so many people here had to do after the images and descriptions of 9/11 came out. I hope it was a fucking nightmare for them that they will re-live over and over and over. Karmas a bitch.
Watching the celebrations happening all over the country make me feel so unbelievably proud to be an American. I love my country. I love my President. I love the service men and women that keep us safe. I love that my baby is going to brought into a world Osama Bin Laden is not a part of.
Tonight I am thankful for so many things.
This moment was my favorite. Moments after Harry turned around and saw Kate and then said to William, “wait til you see her”. Then moments before William told Kate that she looked beautiful. Look at how those important men in her life are looking at her as though she is the only woman in the world in that moment. It makes my heart happy.
So, here's the thing...: You know what's irritating me? -
The assholes on the internet bitching about the Royal Wedding coverage in the wake of so much devastating news lately, and how it is not a real news story and “why does anyone care” and blah de blah blah blah.
You know what? Go fuck off.
Every once-in-a-while, every great once-in-a-while we…
Well said
Let me start this off by saying… I LOVE MY JOB. Anyone that knows me knows that to be a fact. HOW.EV.ER… I work one day a week. Mondays. That’s it. Sometimes there’s an occasional Thursday or Friday thrown in the mix but it’s rare. That being said… I have worked all but 2 days in the last 10 days. This wouldn’t typically be a problem, EXCEPT… we moved. A big, giant, enormous move. From a condo to a house that required some serious time. This move happened 7 days ago. On one of the two days I’ve had off. Since then I have had to rely on my AMAZING hubby and family to pretty much do everything for me. I’m not just talking about putting the garage together (cause lets face it, I wouldn’t be doing that anyways) but I’m also talking about being here when the alarm people come, when the carpet cleaners come, when the endless furniture deliveries come… the list goes on and on AND on. And while I love that I can depend on my family to be there to take care of these things, I really really REALLY want to be able to have a few days IN A ROW where I can get my life settled. Tomorrow is yet another day “at the office” and sadly there’s no end in sight to the madness.
But again… I reallllly love my job. So I’m thankful to be able to say that since not many can. I’m unbelievably blessed and extremely exhausted at the same time. Oh life…
Mandi, I promise my blog is not going to turn into a pregnancy hot spot. I just realized that I never documented on here the fact that I am, in fact, having a baby. Hahaha. Better late than never?
Flat tires at 1am when I’m driving home from work all alone are so fucking far from awesome. Ugh. Thank God for the police officer who waited with me until help came. Finally home safe and sound.
Homemade vegan Somoa girl scout cookies! Amazing!!
I’m now 16 weeks pregnant and by the look of things… I appear as though I’m 24. This is awesome right now but my concern comes when I visualize what i might look like when I’m 30 weeks. File under: fucking terrifying.