As many of you know, I listen to music all day in my little cube. One of the bands I have come across and adore is Addison Road. I was googling them one day to find their tour schedule, and came across the lead singer's blog. There are a couple of entries that I have had to share with friends, whether they were thought provoking or hilarious, because Jenny, the author, is both of these. Anyway, I thought this shed some light on what it is to be normal, to admit you are going through a crazy time, and to find some peace and joy in it. Find the light through the cracks. 2010 was such a challenge for me in terms of balancing my focus correctly, and "not sweating the small stuff" as my dad would say. The small stuff was always in the forefront of my mind, and I was drowning in it.
This entry of hers is really parallel with the way I was feeling. She compares our lives to scrapbooks in a way that really made me think and inspired me. I hope the link works and each of you all can get addicted to Jenny as I have.
http://www.jennysimmons.com/2011/01/light-falls-through-the-cracks.html
ciao!
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Cursing Toddlers and Buzz Woody
Most of my friends have children that are older than mine. This is a great thing, cause they have done everything before. They own all the gadgets and let me borrow, they've already been through the phases where a sweet baby suddenly bites you and draws blood, and they have all had poop under their nails. I cherish our GNO's more than life itself. Its a time to ask questions, have a relaxing beverage, and talk about everything and nothing. During a recent GNO, the subject of cursing toddlers came up. Two of my dear friends have little ones that have recently dropped the f-bomb.
I know that I should start watching my language, and that W is a little sponge that will soak up anything I say. SO, I watch my language (around him...kinda). His daddy and his friends, not so much. This is something that I don't know what I should do. I know that he is going to curse. Realistically, it will be sooner than later. I know that I shouldn't let him say those things, but I will be a teensy bit more lenient than my mother, who wouldn't let us say "butt".
How do you not laugh? If W looked straight at me and said " hey shithead!!" I would laugh right in his face. That's just the truth. Don't try to act like you wouldn't. You would too.
Another thing is the kid won't listen to ANYTHING I say. He knows exactly what no means, and he looks at me, smiles, and does whatever he wants. I know what you are thinking-- he's a brat, he's testing you... yada yada, but seriously! How do you make him listen without beating him? (***disclaimer- I really don't beat him)
I would like to go through a night without having to watch "Buzz Woody" and saying "no, Will." 7000 times. But he sure is cute.
See?
I hate Buzz Woody. It was cute the first 100 times, not anymore. The 12-inch Buzz and Woody dolls go with us EVERYWHERE and they are huge and uncomfortable. He sleeps with the damn things, and its the first thing that he says when he wakes up. "momma- buzz woody?" I hate Buzz Woody. I know one day I will think they are adorable, and miss them saying "to infinity and beyond!" or "there's a snake in my boot!" But right now I am going bananas.
(little confession-- I have to sing the Gwen Stefani song to myself every time I spell bananas).
A little angel dropped a macbook pro down from heaven today. I have no idea how to work it, so you may not hear from me for a while, but once I master it, there will be nothing holding me back! Watch out world! I'm so excited I just can't hide it. Another confession: I think of Jessie Spano on diet pills when I sing that song. Gotta love Elizabeth Berkley. Good little Jesse gone bad.
ciao!
I know that I should start watching my language, and that W is a little sponge that will soak up anything I say. SO, I watch my language (around him...kinda). His daddy and his friends, not so much. This is something that I don't know what I should do. I know that he is going to curse. Realistically, it will be sooner than later. I know that I shouldn't let him say those things, but I will be a teensy bit more lenient than my mother, who wouldn't let us say "butt".
How do you not laugh? If W looked straight at me and said " hey shithead!!" I would laugh right in his face. That's just the truth. Don't try to act like you wouldn't. You would too.
Another thing is the kid won't listen to ANYTHING I say. He knows exactly what no means, and he looks at me, smiles, and does whatever he wants. I know what you are thinking-- he's a brat, he's testing you... yada yada, but seriously! How do you make him listen without beating him? (***disclaimer- I really don't beat him)
I would like to go through a night without having to watch "Buzz Woody" and saying "no, Will." 7000 times. But he sure is cute.
I hate Buzz Woody. It was cute the first 100 times, not anymore. The 12-inch Buzz and Woody dolls go with us EVERYWHERE and they are huge and uncomfortable. He sleeps with the damn things, and its the first thing that he says when he wakes up. "momma- buzz woody?" I hate Buzz Woody. I know one day I will think they are adorable, and miss them saying "to infinity and beyond!" or "there's a snake in my boot!" But right now I am going bananas.
(little confession-- I have to sing the Gwen Stefani song to myself every time I spell bananas).
A little angel dropped a macbook pro down from heaven today. I have no idea how to work it, so you may not hear from me for a while, but once I master it, there will be nothing holding me back! Watch out world! I'm so excited I just can't hide it. Another confession: I think of Jessie Spano on diet pills when I sing that song. Gotta love Elizabeth Berkley. Good little Jesse gone bad.
ciao!
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
A NYE weekend
Not quite sure on how to begin. I can say that there was a little wine consumed, tap dancing with a foam cowboy hat on, trying to ride a mini horse named Goober, stomping on a blow horn, and a trip to the ER.
That's about it!
Kidding. Well, that was kind of a great Cliffs Notes version of our trip.
We posed for pictures in the cowboy hats.
Then we just posed for pictures.
She's going to kill me.
Then, NYE.
We allowed people at 1am to take our picture. They didn't do that great of a job.
That next morning, B and John filled their mugs with questionable coffee and went on a walk and tried to rent a mini horse named Goober. They were informed he was retired. John was sad.
And then they said some really stupid things- none of which I will repeat here, but it went on all day. That's when my cursing resolution went in the pooper.
John then made us black eyed peas, but everything was too little for him to cook on. Must be tough being a giant. Big guy in a little chair.....
All in all, we had a fabulous time. If you all have a free weekend, take the kids (or the adults) to Big Cedar Lodge in Branson. I know Branson has a hokey reputation, but this place is FAR from hokey. It's beautiful, and the staff is incredible- even to a loud redneck group like us.
Oh, and the ER trip? John had an allergic reaction. Still unsure of the culprit. He's fine though. :) at least I know I can navigate a truck through the hills of Missouri without bring able to see over the steering wheel.
Ciao.
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That's about it!
Kidding. Well, that was kind of a great Cliffs Notes version of our trip.
We posed for pictures in the cowboy hats.
Then we just posed for pictures.
She's going to kill me.
Then, NYE.
We allowed people at 1am to take our picture. They didn't do that great of a job.
That next morning, B and John filled their mugs with questionable coffee and went on a walk and tried to rent a mini horse named Goober. They were informed he was retired. John was sad.
And then they said some really stupid things- none of which I will repeat here, but it went on all day. That's when my cursing resolution went in the pooper.
John then made us black eyed peas, but everything was too little for him to cook on. Must be tough being a giant. Big guy in a little chair.....
All in all, we had a fabulous time. If you all have a free weekend, take the kids (or the adults) to Big Cedar Lodge in Branson. I know Branson has a hokey reputation, but this place is FAR from hokey. It's beautiful, and the staff is incredible- even to a loud redneck group like us.
Oh, and the ER trip? John had an allergic reaction. Still unsure of the culprit. He's fine though. :) at least I know I can navigate a truck through the hills of Missouri without bring able to see over the steering wheel.
Ciao.
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Monday, January 3, 2011
new year, new look
So, since I have decided that I myself am not going to change in appearance in 2011, I thought that I would give my generic blog a face lift.
I hope you enjoy the new look, cause I don't have any pictures or videos to upload at this time. There are barrels of laundry, and my 5 bags that I packed for my 3 day trip waiting on me. A girl can only do so much.
have a great night y'all
I hope you enjoy the new look, cause I don't have any pictures or videos to upload at this time. There are barrels of laundry, and my 5 bags that I packed for my 3 day trip waiting on me. A girl can only do so much.
have a great night y'all
Dear failure, BRING IT.
I heard Paul Wescott (White House Brief-I heart radio) mention this morning about failed resolutions. He said "I'm a fat guy anyway, so I vow not to gain 40 more lbs! How's that?!"
I'm liking this idea. I have already had chips and a candy bar this morning, and cursed about 10,000 times. I don't like people telling me what to do- even if that person is myself. I rebel, and yell a big 'screw you- I'll do as I please, thank you very much.'
I understand that telling myself to screw off is a little counter productive. But I do much better without the pressure. I quit.
What is your resolution? What are the chances, and be honest, that you will fail? 75%?? Why do we do this to ourselves? Let's better ourselves on April 16. Or the first day of summer. Why is the only time we try and make positive life changing habits, that we do it on the ONE day everyone else is too? Talk about pressure.
And January 1 is so damn cold. I can tell you that I'm 100% not doing any physical activity this evening. Especially outside.
Instead, I'll probably upload pics and tell you all about our ridiculous vacation where I tap danced wearing a oversized foam cowboy hat.
Until later, ciao.
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I'm liking this idea. I have already had chips and a candy bar this morning, and cursed about 10,000 times. I don't like people telling me what to do- even if that person is myself. I rebel, and yell a big 'screw you- I'll do as I please, thank you very much.'
I understand that telling myself to screw off is a little counter productive. But I do much better without the pressure. I quit.
What is your resolution? What are the chances, and be honest, that you will fail? 75%?? Why do we do this to ourselves? Let's better ourselves on April 16. Or the first day of summer. Why is the only time we try and make positive life changing habits, that we do it on the ONE day everyone else is too? Talk about pressure.
And January 1 is so damn cold. I can tell you that I'm 100% not doing any physical activity this evening. Especially outside.
Instead, I'll probably upload pics and tell you all about our ridiculous vacation where I tap danced wearing a oversized foam cowboy hat.
Until later, ciao.
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Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Mommy's weekend out
We are going on a trip. A childless trip. I used to hate when people would say " I can't wait to have mommy's night out" or "a weekend without kids!!" I never got it. I couldn't understand why people wouldn't want to spend every waking moment with their children. Of course, that was in the midst of fertility struggles, and I was childless. I have children now. I'm excited for mommy's big weekend that will be childless. I love my kids. I do. I think I've mentioned that before. However, there is something about not seeing formula and not having to mix laxative in a sippy cup ever night that has my excitement soaring. Sad, but true. I know people that feel guilty about leaving their children to spend fun time away. I understand this, but at the same time, how can you be a good parent if you don't focus on yourselves once in a while? That is when couples go to dinner and have nothing to talk about but their children. When you have lost the ability to talk to your spouse about anything but poop and bottles, its time to call a sitter. Has the thought crossed any ones mind that maybe your kids don't want to hang out with you all the time? That's food for thought, my friends.
Went to eat with my brother tonight. He is still home for Christmas, which is odd, cause I was fairly certain he didn't like us that much, but maybe he does after all. Its the Christmas miracle. Anyway, he was talking about my other brothers house, and about how its a perfect party house. Then it happened. I said something that I NEVER thought I would say. I said "Blake, when you have kids those things aren't as important." Let me just get it out there right now-- I'm ashamed of myself. Especially because I lied! They are as important. Well, keg stands and jager bombs may have taken a backseat after college, (although I may or may not have done one at one of my best friends weddings a couple years back in a bridesmaids dress...) but you can still have fun. Maybe I should call him. OR, maybe its good birth control. We wouldn't want little ones running around LA fatherless.
So, I'm packed and ready. I think I took 15 things on hangers, 3 bags, and 6 pairs of shoes. For four days. I am kind of exited. I told John earlier that I don't want to hear it. I'm aware of the ridiculousness of my packing. I'm a girl, and he wouldn't want me to wear sweats all weekend. I can plan out my outfits, but then what if I don't feel like wearing it that day? That would be devastating to say the least. It's all about options, baby.
Oh, and I figured out a resolution. I am going to try to quit cursing, dammit. I'm reminded of a scene in The Divine Secrets of the Ya Ya Sisterhood where Vivi is out in her yard with sparklers around her and praying to whomever she is praying to with her arms in the air, silk nightgown swaying in the southern wind. She swears if she gets this one wish she will quit drinking....well, maybe one...two a night. And she swears she will only smoke once....twice a night. My grandfather used to say that people that curse weren't smart enough to figure out anything else to say.
Apparently he never heard the F word.
I doubt our quaint accommodations have wifi, so I'm afraid I'll be out for a couple of days. Here is to mommy's big weekend out, breaking out the black eyeliner, and throwing on a pretty dress. Hope each of you bring in the new year with loved ones around you, and with a toast to a healthy year full of promise.
cheers.
Went to eat with my brother tonight. He is still home for Christmas, which is odd, cause I was fairly certain he didn't like us that much, but maybe he does after all. Its the Christmas miracle. Anyway, he was talking about my other brothers house, and about how its a perfect party house. Then it happened. I said something that I NEVER thought I would say. I said "Blake, when you have kids those things aren't as important." Let me just get it out there right now-- I'm ashamed of myself. Especially because I lied! They are as important. Well, keg stands and jager bombs may have taken a backseat after college, (although I may or may not have done one at one of my best friends weddings a couple years back in a bridesmaids dress...) but you can still have fun. Maybe I should call him. OR, maybe its good birth control. We wouldn't want little ones running around LA fatherless.
So, I'm packed and ready. I think I took 15 things on hangers, 3 bags, and 6 pairs of shoes. For four days. I am kind of exited. I told John earlier that I don't want to hear it. I'm aware of the ridiculousness of my packing. I'm a girl, and he wouldn't want me to wear sweats all weekend. I can plan out my outfits, but then what if I don't feel like wearing it that day? That would be devastating to say the least. It's all about options, baby.
Oh, and I figured out a resolution. I am going to try to quit cursing, dammit. I'm reminded of a scene in The Divine Secrets of the Ya Ya Sisterhood where Vivi is out in her yard with sparklers around her and praying to whomever she is praying to with her arms in the air, silk nightgown swaying in the southern wind. She swears if she gets this one wish she will quit drinking....well, maybe one...two a night. And she swears she will only smoke once....twice a night. My grandfather used to say that people that curse weren't smart enough to figure out anything else to say.
Apparently he never heard the F word.
I doubt our quaint accommodations have wifi, so I'm afraid I'll be out for a couple of days. Here is to mommy's big weekend out, breaking out the black eyeliner, and throwing on a pretty dress. Hope each of you bring in the new year with loved ones around you, and with a toast to a healthy year full of promise.
cheers.
My little pumpkins and failed resolution
John William: He's energetic, hilarious, and constantly moving. He is a constant reminder of our multitude of blessings, and continues to dazzle us everyday with his budding personality. He loves Buzz and Woody, beebee's, his bottle, and his brother. He won't eat a thing besides dairy, Capri suns and goldfish crackers. He calls his brother "dookie" and will lay all his weight on him in attempt to show his love. This is not Luke's favorite thing. He's a dancer, and sings twinkle twinkle better than I ever could. He's my first baby, my first miracle.
Luke Coburn: My second miracle, and just as miraculous as Will. He is the one that reminds us that God is in charge, not us. He crawls anywhere his brother is, and hates to be over-loved by Will. (aka, laid on). He hates baby food but can eat fried chicken, and will smile if you look at him just a little bit silly. He is a lover, and would rather take little breaks from playing to come get some lovin from John and I.
Those are my little pumpkins. Such repetitive and selfless blessings, and the most wonderful teachers I've ever had. I'm learning more and more everyday about my strengths, and on bad days, my weaknesses. While I'm sure I will screw up at some point, I'm thinking that we just might make it through this with our sanity in tact.
Lastly, I am remembering something I posted a couple if weeks ago about my need to filter. It may have mentioned something about that being a resolution. Sike. Not happening. I have too much to say, and I've decided it's not a bad thing. Watch your ears, here's to a 2011 full of completely offensive material on child rearing.
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Luke Coburn: My second miracle, and just as miraculous as Will. He is the one that reminds us that God is in charge, not us. He crawls anywhere his brother is, and hates to be over-loved by Will. (aka, laid on). He hates baby food but can eat fried chicken, and will smile if you look at him just a little bit silly. He is a lover, and would rather take little breaks from playing to come get some lovin from John and I.
Those are my little pumpkins. Such repetitive and selfless blessings, and the most wonderful teachers I've ever had. I'm learning more and more everyday about my strengths, and on bad days, my weaknesses. While I'm sure I will screw up at some point, I'm thinking that we just might make it through this with our sanity in tact.
Lastly, I am remembering something I posted a couple if weeks ago about my need to filter. It may have mentioned something about that being a resolution. Sike. Not happening. I have too much to say, and I've decided it's not a bad thing. Watch your ears, here's to a 2011 full of completely offensive material on child rearing.
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