tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85015846606749298272024-03-13T01:06:52.512-05:00The Only Girl at HomeJunitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03426326560688259744noreply@blogger.comBlogger66125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501584660674929827.post-5491525468966417152009-04-08T07:44:00.004-05:002009-04-08T07:58:00.511-05:00Who is that baby?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuwz2aANs5xx0wmqC1To2yxb1zUJXaIUEfgJHVv8_jZYw-Yj-gMHhinfq09u2QxO-Bq1kkKB4hQFYykMiS8h2YQGprFkS5s-LHwPKvtowGUfXM2u1SlxFNup-Dj600Vst7BFOfb7YY22zY/s1600-h/Colin+Mirror.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322300727447231730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuwz2aANs5xx0wmqC1To2yxb1zUJXaIUEfgJHVv8_jZYw-Yj-gMHhinfq09u2QxO-Bq1kkKB4hQFYykMiS8h2YQGprFkS5s-LHwPKvtowGUfXM2u1SlxFNup-Dj600Vst7BFOfb7YY22zY/s320/Colin+Mirror.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">You guessed it! The MONKEY!!!!! He loves playing with the baby in the mirror. He is constantly looking on the other side to find him. I can not <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">believe</span> is going to be 1 next week. This year has flown by. We have so many things to be grateful for, and yet one thing to be so sad about that it still occupies mt thoughts on a daily basis. I am so pleased to have blessings like Monkey and my husband in my life right now. This <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">year</span> has been HARD. I would prefer to not repeat events in this year. I am working on not being overwhelmed by anxiety on a daily basis. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">On a positive note one of my dads came to visit. He was here for a month and we had a fabulous time. (I have 2 - long story) We'll call this one <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Sixbangr</span> since he like to drag race. He met my mom when I was about 2 and after they got married, he adopted me. They were unable to make the marriage work, and divorced when I was about 5. He continued in the role of my father. I think most men would have walked away from the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">situation</span>, but I learned loyalty and family values from my dad. He was my rock when my mom was a wreck. He has always been there for me. One year the transmission went out on my car when I was living in Reno. My dad and grandpa hauled a jeep from Denver, loaded with care packages, and took my car back to Denver to overhaul. (That is just one of many examples) Not many dads do that. Not many people do that. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">So I digress - I mean to just post a quick blurb about Monkey, but I always do that. I am missing my daddy today. I know he reads my blog, so I thought I would give him a little sneak attack tribute.</span> </span></div>Junitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03426326560688259744noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501584660674929827.post-31507325456998363972009-03-18T09:13:00.004-05:002009-03-18T09:22:46.599-05:00Can you believe<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiydeEPY0k8pA-DU0XJehpF2InL0kbSha61FGWEaFKKitzCzuThXdlf5Irjah4JgcVHF9IMQatndEKnpmWhzp1dhynBuYgXD3s1VNvs8oKkxKSBA00xBczpf5c7fTUztkI_Qow2NM603u9j/s1600-h/colin+sunglasses.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314530877054302978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiydeEPY0k8pA-DU0XJehpF2InL0kbSha61FGWEaFKKitzCzuThXdlf5Irjah4JgcVHF9IMQatndEKnpmWhzp1dhynBuYgXD3s1VNvs8oKkxKSBA00xBczpf5c7fTUztkI_Qow2NM603u9j/s320/colin+sunglasses.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">This little rock star is almost 1? It seems like just overnight he added a ton of skills. He can stand, say bye-bye, ball, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">dada</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">mamma</span>, and duck. (I am desperately hoping that is what he is saying - we all know about my husband's potty mouth)</span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">He loves to eat, but still prefer his baby food. He will longingly gaze at you while you eat, however if you offer him anything he puts it in your mouth after he tastes it. YUM! Still no teeth - but I can see the bottom two getting ready to poke through any day now. He is such a giggly baby, and that makes the sleepless nights easier. Yes, our sweet Monkey has yet to spend an entire night in his crib. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">He is such a treasure, and combined with delicate flower, I am really starting to question having another baby. I really thought I did, but then when I think about going through another baby year I become <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">apprehensive</span>. I also know we can provide for two children well, three would slim the opportunities we could offer. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">If you have more than one child, what was the deciding point? If you have more than two, do you ever feel <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">stretched</span> (<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">emotionally</span> and financially)</span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">I would be eager to hear what you have to say. Now I have a birthday party to plan!</span></div>Junitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03426326560688259744noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501584660674929827.post-57340214719827060852009-03-11T14:25:00.003-05:002009-03-11T15:04:13.305-05:00You can't read my mind?<span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">I often forget that in order to communicate, one actually needs to share information. I have a bad habit of being private. I don't think someone can have a blog and be a private person. By default you're letting it all hang out. I am mostly OK with that part. <s>I would never sensor knowing my husband, dad, and friends read my blog. </s></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">What I need though is a mind reading post process, because honestly I have not made time for blogging. I would like to say it is because I haven't made time for myself; that isn't a true statement. Have I been busy? Yes. Has Monkey been acting like a maniac and not sleeping? Yes. Do I have time to log into <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">facebook</span> for a few minutes? You guessed it! </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">I do like to keep my blogs light. I like to think I add a little humor. I don't like repetition. I feel like I am cheating if all of my blogs are based on surveys. That is just a long way to say I have a lot on my mind lately that is neither light or funny. I haven't wanted to take five minutes to share. And I guess I just wanted to feel like life was perfect enough and I wouldn't need to burden anyone with my problems. Honestly - they are small and insignificant. And I think that is the other piece - there are so many families out there that share their heart wrenching stories, I just don't think my bad day at work or the havoc Monkey causes would be meaningful. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">It sounds silly when I say it, but I am terrified of becoming a blogger that has something heart wrenching happen. My husbands is highly superstitious. I think it is rubbing off. I read about </span><a href="http://themcclenahans.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">this</span></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"> family in January and it has stayed on my mind since. I just can't get over how devastated they must be. I know it is coincidence, but Monkey has been getting constant sinus infections and I am just been terrified that we could be the next <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">McClenahans</span>. Silly I know. Ever since I lost my mother so suddenly - I just keep waiting for it to happen again. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">So there it is. I know I am not going to tempt fate just by blogging, and yes, that has been the main reason for my pause. And please, feel free to poke fun. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">LOL</span> - just saying out loud, make me feel better. I will blog more and worry less. It will never be daily, but it will be more than bimonthly. Or at least until I can find a confidant psychic. Then she will do it for me. </span>Junitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03426326560688259744noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501584660674929827.post-37674153098262825652009-02-16T19:51:00.007-06:002009-02-16T20:56:19.842-06:00Not me! Monday!<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">What a week! I have several mentions to return, but I love Not Me! Mondays. This blog carnival was created by </span><a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">MckMama</span></a><span style="font-family: times new roman;">. You can head over to </span><a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/">her blog</a><span style="font-family: times new roman;"> to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.</span><br /><br /><br /></span><ul style="font-family: times new roman;"><li><span style="font-size:130%;">Monkey would never have turned 10 months old today. His milestones are never a little bitter sweet; his beloved Nana has been gone for four months now.</span></li></ul><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><ul style="font-family: times new roman;"><li><span style="font-size:130%;">Our sweet little Monkey couldn't have been diagnosed with a mild case of bronchitis. If that was true, then it would have been our placid baby that has been acting like an absolute maniac from the steroids. That also means it could have been my charming baby that crawled so fast he has carpet burns. That also means it was Monkey that proceeded to taste and fling his laundry around the entire living room.</span></li></ul><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><ul style="font-family: times new roman;"><li><span style="font-size:130%;">It wasn't me that sent a couple of mean texts after a few glasses of wine. I am not still contemplating how to patent a sobriety check point for cell phones.</span></li></ul><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><ul style="font-family: times new roman;"><li><span style="font-size:130%;">My husband certainly didn't bring me lilies and Lush products. I know for a fact that it wasn't us that enjoyed a Valentine's lunch at PF </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" style="font-size:130%;">Changs</span><span style="font-size:130%;">. If that was the case then it was Monkey who ate his first Chinese food and methodically ate rice grain by grain.</span></li></ul><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><ul style="font-family: times new roman;"><li><span style="font-size:130%;">Oh and I know it's not me that talks or blogs about Monkey all the time, and I know he didn't make a miraculous recovery at the ER. He was not acting like a dying seal right before the ER doctor came in. The ER doctor did not look at my husband and I like we were crazy people and make a statement like this "I'll step outside and see if I can hear him make the same cough you mentioned."</span></li></ul><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><ul style="font-family: times new roman;"><li><span style="font-size:130%;">And not that I like to mention Delicate Flower from time to time, but he certainly didn't give a girl a flower for Valentine's day!</span></li></ul>Junitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03426326560688259744noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501584660674929827.post-11394698922945992012009-02-12T14:37:00.003-06:002009-02-12T16:14:08.298-06:00Following FollowersI am truly delighted to have followers. The fact that they are not all family makes it even better! I thought I would use this post to recognize my followers! Plus this forces me to really see who you are! I also know I don't comment enough, so this is my bulk version.<br /><br /><a href="http://emilythecreative.blogspot.com/">Emily The Creative</a> is fun. She and I share April babies. Her doesn't sleep either! She also has a couple other munchkins at home that are always making her crazy and providing lots of material.<br /><br /><a href="http://crabgoggles.blogspot.com/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Khadra</span></a> is my first blog friend. She has multiple children at home and is known to be a little grumpy! I know she feels defined by her children, but I think its a front. I like to think of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Khadra</span> as an onion, there is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">definitely</span> a lot to her. She also makes gorgeous jewelry.<br /><br /><a href="http://liveandlearn711.blogspot.com/">Following Him</a> is sweet and honest. She is absolute in her morals and belief. I wish more young girls had her convictions.<br /><br /><a href="http://momydoesntlivehereanymore.blogspot.com/">Heidi</a> makes me laugh on a regular basis. I would think her fake, but no one can make this stuff up. <a href="http://momydoesntlivehereanymore.blogspot.com/2008/11/completly-classless-post.html">Be sure to read the loving letter to her son!</a><br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Jenners</span> has multiple blogs, and I discovered her on <a href="http://findyournextbookhere.blogspot.com/">Find Your Next Book Here.</a> She's not just another <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">SAHM</span>, she is well informed and an excellent writer.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Ok</span> - so I just this very second looked at <a href="http://elashrycasa.blogspot.com/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Mistika's</span> </a>blog. As a Colombian married to an Egyptian she is culturally rich and I love how her blog is written to her two adorable girls. I will be checking in on her regularly.<br /><br /><a href="http://countrycitymouse-pam.blogspot.com/">Pam</a> lives in the prettiest country I have ever seen. I love when she posts stories and pictures about life in a small town in Canada.<br /><br /><a href="http://4kidsnodog.blogspot.com/">Corrine</a> is a voracious blogger with a talent for photography. Another mom with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">MSC</span> <em>(Many small children - <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">ok</span> here is the truth - I would love to have <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">MSC</span>. I love reading blogs by moms with many children at home. I wish I had Irish twins! I regret I didn't decide this until I was 37...more on this later, this is suppose to be about my <s>fans</s> supporters. )</em> Her blog is completely random and entertaining. I have a hard time understanding why she doesn't like to shop and I admire her convictions.<br /><br /><a href="http://liveandlearnthehardway15.blogspot.com/">Live and Learn the Hard Way</a> is an inspiration. I think anyone would enjoy following her new romance and supporting her sobriety. <br /><br /><a href="http://poopinmypocket.blogspot.com/">Hurricane Heather</a> is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">genius</span>. No, really she is one. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Sooo</span> funny! Read her, read her daily!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.latenoonviews.com/">Elisabeth</a> another random writer that shares the interesting thoughts and happenings around her. A true Daddy's girl and a mother of three, she shares her life openly.<br /><br /><a href="http://oneanxiousmommy.blogspot.com/">One Anxious Mommy</a> is my newest addition. We share red headed babies and a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">tendency</span> to be overly anxious. <br /><br />Wow - I am glad I did this! The blogging world truly allows new connections. Do you know or follow your followers? Feel free to share.Junitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03426326560688259744noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501584660674929827.post-27032590513418931022009-02-11T14:40:00.004-06:002009-02-11T14:48:59.194-06:00Sleepy Monkey<span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Monkey has been terribly sick. It's difficult to determine if he is going for dying seal or miserable kitten. It depends on where Mommy is. He also has been doing a passable duck but I digress.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">We are in our third month of trying to convince him that his room is not evil nor does his crib burn him when he touches it. I have been unable to find 600 thread count sheets while I try to make his room feel just like Mommy and Daddy's room. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">It just figures - last night I worked until midnight and had to get up to be back at 5:30am (yeah the glamour - I know you are jealous) - so of course I didn't get any sleep. Monkey decided that would be the perfect night to sleep almost the whole night through! </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">He stole my pillow too. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">I'm not bitter at all.</span>Junitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03426326560688259744noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501584660674929827.post-34488868600268926122009-02-09T14:10:00.008-06:002009-02-09T14:24:12.758-06:00Not Me! Monday or a break has done me good<p align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Oh jeez – I took a little blogcation (yes I am fully aware that isn’t a real word) accidentally on purpose. Thank you to everyone that expressed concern. I had been feeling a little overwhelmed and frankly a little sick of computers. I use one all day, by the time I get home I just didn’t have the energy to blog or read and comment on blogs. Work has been busier, or maybe I have just been working harder, but I just didn’t have the spare time there either. Anyway, explanations aside, I am back. You can be sure that while there are several things that I didn’t do, I just so happen to be close personal friends with the girl that did!</span></p><ul><li><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">It was not me that has lost 12 ponds on Nutrisystem. It certainly isn’t me that has been filming her commercial in her head and quitting her job to become a full time spokesperson. And I never was able to pull off my double digit jeans without even unbuttoning them! </span></div></li></ul><p align="left"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></p><ul><li><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">It isn’t Monkey that has been at least starting off the night in his crib. He does not wail like he is being pinched when we go in his room. My Monkey is a sleep expert!</span></div></li></ul><p align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span></p><ul><li><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><div align="left">It also wasn’t Monkey that acted like he was a dying seal all weekend, only to perk up the minute the Dr. examined him at the ER at 6:30 this morning. My husband and I didn’t feel like complete overreacting idiots. I would love to say that we at left with a prescription to validate our concerns, but not us. </div></span></li></ul><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><p align="left"></p></span><ul><li><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><div align="left">Monkey never inhaled a piece of cinnamon toast like it was crack. He also hasn’t been found to be hoarding food in his chair. I never watched him throw a fit after I took away a little less than new banana. I am not completely concerned that his tantrums have been occurring with increasing frequency!</div></span></li></ul><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><p align="left"></p></span><ul><li><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><div align="left">I would never be completely preoccupied with our 9 month old, so I don’t know whose baby can now wave and stand! </div></span></li></ul><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><p align="left"></p></span><ul><li><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><div align="left">And just to let you know that even though we occasionally pay attention to Delicate Flower, it doesn’t matter, because it certainly wasn’t him that has been raising his failing grades to passing grades. Ah the miracle of actually turning in homework!</div></span></li></ul><p align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">What haven’t you been up to lately? Not me! Monday was created by <a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/">MckMama</a>. You can head over to <a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/">her blog</a> to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.<br /><br /></span></p>Junitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03426326560688259744noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501584660674929827.post-45482930156410736722009-01-20T20:53:00.005-06:002009-01-20T21:32:25.413-06:00My first acceptance speech<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGzRqdp-veubbkKwRTkacBOzitEkFbkhFyTDXkJQYnjxbjP2PVBIWnLD8CHH6lHsCLDqIg4ciUoh18aWJbE0nGUBG7Ppzy_aQj4dTUCR6w5kRtM_B7jmE8FrrCvUm7W-0bi0DQOFCpPbrg/s1600-h/HonestScrapAward.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGzRqdp-veubbkKwRTkacBOzitEkFbkhFyTDXkJQYnjxbjP2PVBIWnLD8CHH6lHsCLDqIg4ciUoh18aWJbE0nGUBG7Ppzy_aQj4dTUCR6w5kRtM_B7jmE8FrrCvUm7W-0bi0DQOFCpPbrg/s200/HonestScrapAward.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293584263610082674" border="0" /></a><br /><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Junita/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I was so honored to be identified by one of my other blog friends. </span><a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://countrycitymouse-pam.blogspot.com/">Pam</a><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> lives in the prettiest country I have ever seen through pictures. She is honest and charming, with a significant amount of grace. Our lives are so different and yet the same. I like to think all mothers share a bond of some sort. Pam challenged me to list 10 honest things, and make it interesting. I like to think I am an open book, but I can always share more. I have </span><a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://theonlygirlathome.blogspot.com/2008/11/tag-im-it.html">shared in the past</a><span style="font-family:times new roman;">, thanks to </span><a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://crabgoggles.blogspot.com/">Khadra</a><span style="font-family:times new roman;">, so I think it's time to broaden that initial list of ten. </span> </span><ol style="font-family: times new roman;"><li><span style="font-size:130%;">I used to be considered a little mean and bitchy. Really I am terribly shy. I also have terrible vision, so often if I look like I am glaring, I am really just squinting. </span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;">My mom died last year in October from an unexpected stroke. We had a love/hate relationship but there isn't a day I don't miss her. That relationship stems from her love of drugs when she was younger. My mom was able to turn her life around starting when I was 14. She was really able to nip her problem when I was 19.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;">I have worked since I was 16. My very first job was in the mall for Swiss Colony. I had to stand in the middle of mall and ask people if they would like to try an incredible spreadable. I do still have a fondness and knowledge of cheese.<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;">One of the main reasons I left my home town of Reno is that I was being stalked. It was one of the most miserable points in my life. In order to move from Reno I had to leave Delicate Flower with my mom in Oregon for a few months.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;">The fist time I went to Hawaii, it was to visit my Grandmother. While I was there she had a breakdown and tried to kill herself. My vacation ended very suddenly.<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;">Despite the downs in my life, I am a strong believer in keeping the past just that. If I didn't live this way I would hate for the rest of my life. I believe it is up to me to make positive decisions in my life for myself and my family.<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;">It is very difficult for me to make friends. Sometimes I convey a "know it all" approach that is really meant to be helpful. I just am not that successful in letting people know.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;">I love my first son like no one else. He lives with his dad and that makes me feel guilty everyday. I never regret my first marriage, I regret the decisions I made after.<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;">I am not a hugger. You can always tell I consider you a close friend if I hug you. If I tell you I love you, I consider you part of my family.<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;">I would kill to be a SAHM, for a week. I love my job. I love my kids. I think we each need some time away. I am a better parent when I have some space. I am a better parent now than when I was 24. I despreately want a third child, and maybe a fourth. I feel that I am now ready for MSC. I feel like I am finally growing into the person I will become and I am pleased (-minus the weight gain)</span></li></ol><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I hate tagging people. If you choose to list some truths, please do so and let me know!</span> </span>Junitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03426326560688259744noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501584660674929827.post-35049894398243948602009-01-19T09:29:00.003-06:002009-01-19T12:51:56.395-06:00Not Me! Monday<span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Urgh! Despite my best efforts I did not get much blogging done last week. I even had a couple memes to make is easier! I know my loyal following will understand. I don't even know some of you; but I know we all have lives outside of the blog world. I also know life is full of things we don't do, so it's time to confess all the things I would never think of doing. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><ul><li><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Monkey would have never turned 9 months old over the weekend. 9 month old babies normally sleep through the night in their own beds, so I know he didn't.</span></li></ul><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span></p><ul><li><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">I would have never decided it was a good time for snacks at Sam's club. That would mean I had forgotten food for my non-nine month old baby. Said baby would have never have inhaled cheese, two samples of yogurt, and cheerios. We would have never have left a trail of cheerios behind us. We aren't messy!</span></li></ul><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span></p><ul><li><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">It's not me that has a sore tooth and is afraid to go to the dentist. And I certainly don't admit to not going to the dentist for years now. </span></li></ul><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span></p><ul><li><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Monkey would have never peed all over my new 600 thread count sheets. <a href="http://crabgoggles.blogspot.com/">Khadra</a> isn't a psychic!</span></li></ul><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span></p><ul><li><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">I know my youngest son has not started holding on to his penis like its a lever in the tub. Nor does he immediately go for it when his diaper is off.</span></li></ul><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span></p><ul><li><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Oh yeah, I would never let my little one my hair because it sooths him back to sleep. I am not considering buying him a dolly. (Does anyone have a good boy doll to recommend?)</span></li></ul><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">That sums it up. If you haven't already, jump over to <a href="http://mycharmingkids.net/">MckMama's</a> and check out the other things people never do. If you're up to it, do your own list. I promise you will feel better. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span>Junitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03426326560688259744noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501584660674929827.post-2734331356752579062009-01-15T16:53:00.003-06:002009-01-15T17:02:56.767-06:00A Thousand Word Thursday<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvOooYwJY4oA0zxkz4F7__v9ygkFiiPzGzxeFPc0R97nDdpcPSORh7_NGOCjqsV4XcybAdLwq3e-avR5ybMvcm69K-xtVhk_nf7BDghb4nUJDluezJLox2kUlRrJVH83BH9sYQ5kbcn9eJ/s1600-h/Sweet+Baby+Face.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291657809441369138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvOooYwJY4oA0zxkz4F7__v9ygkFiiPzGzxeFPc0R97nDdpcPSORh7_NGOCjqsV4XcybAdLwq3e-avR5ybMvcm69K-xtVhk_nf7BDghb4nUJDluezJLox2kUlRrJVH83BH9sYQ5kbcn9eJ/s400/Sweet+Baby+Face.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">I'm lazy - I know - but this face needs the masses! </span></div><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Want to see others? (Not of Monkey, but other great pics, follow the button)<br /></span><a href="http://cheaperthantherapyjen.blogspot.com/"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291658982863230082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoz4IhbTBHivPDBoqUZvvBxZPMF35HjHH9qj_juWcLGOzO0SNzSkgOSyCCo6iyZHB33tFoBRd2RQu0SGw0s6RQEvXRqwU6zGS284Y2b9JnNNZdTznyRUTHrHeaag2v3l2ewfncOwb4pcTh/s200/ATWT.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div>Junitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03426326560688259744noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501584660674929827.post-41128740288234108972009-01-12T07:41:00.005-06:002009-01-12T19:38:08.138-06:00Not Me! Monday!I am not feeling too hot so I will be brief! I know that I never throw up and pee my pants, so maybe I do feel <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ok</span>.<br /><br /><ul><li>It wasn't me that proclaimed I couldn't find a single baby food book out there; only to have a MALE friend bring me FOUR amazing books from the library!</li></ul><ul><li>It isn't me that is relived the Giants lost last night. Now we can start resuming normal activities in the house that don't involve sitting perfectly still or changing clothes.</li></ul><ul><li>It isn't me that hurts after <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Wii</span> bowling. No, I learned my lesson when I had to have surgery after a night of high heel boxing.</li></ul><ul><li>It certainly would never be me that is eagerly anticipating her <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Nutrisystem</span> order!</li></ul><ul><li>Monkey is not saying <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">dada</span>. He also is not tying to break out of baby jail by stacking things up. And my sweet son would never turn into a crazy splashing baby in the tub. He is also so refined that he doesn't giggle when I make his but sing!</li></ul><ul><li>It also isn't me that has 7, yeah count them, 7 followers! Thank you!</li></ul><ul><li>Last but not least, this is not me at prom in 1988.<br /></li></ul><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMPHqT25Rr3SwrZuuHKEeMqHbOXvJpVw25rpu_qIg69-ws4O00mVBDV_ZAi0v_lP9YePFBBMRv28mEmHGa9iyZeKNS1-VFJWp1o4q0SvK-k2AbPuUM3FXunCANPyHkdF6m-RX3FHrL_ru2/s1600-h/Prom+88.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMPHqT25Rr3SwrZuuHKEeMqHbOXvJpVw25rpu_qIg69-ws4O00mVBDV_ZAi0v_lP9YePFBBMRv28mEmHGa9iyZeKNS1-VFJWp1o4q0SvK-k2AbPuUM3FXunCANPyHkdF6m-RX3FHrL_ru2/s400/Prom+88.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290404228905039954" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Check out the other Not Mes at <a href="http://mycharmingkids.net/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">MckMama's</span>.</a> I would also love to see your prom pictures! Sadly I have more, I went to six!Junitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03426326560688259744noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501584660674929827.post-40260929490746368472009-01-11T22:23:00.004-06:002009-01-12T09:17:15.224-06:00Urgh, ResolutionsOk, so for a bit I had been blowing off resolutions. I am a project manager, one would think I love to make lists. Especially when there is a deliverable. But see, that's just it. I am so used to making lists and then making some sort of priority matrix, and then equating a $$$$, that I am almost incapable of a list in my real life. But that is just it, I do really love lists. I love to make lists that include lists. Unless I am requesting a big budget; I don't need money, so nothing was holding me back, just the fact that a list makes it real. It makes ME accountable; my turn. I am ok with that. But I will state these are goals. It's my own ego at risk. I can price that at any time. I am not doing a SOW(yeah you just guess that) with myself. <br />OK time for 2009 resolutions:<br /><br /><ul><li>Dammit, I wish I had a bad drug habbit, oh I do. Its called food. I have an ass load of weight to loose. I needed to loose before the baby. I don't want to talk about what the baby and I added. Let's just say I started Nutrisystem.</li></ul><br /><ul><li>I want to complete the 100 book reading challenge. Don't ask me how</li></ul><br /><ul><li>Two family trips involving both boys</li></ul><br /><ul><li>Two girls trip, one involving Kate</li></ul><br /><ul><li>Reintroduce my body to yoga</li></ul><br /><ul><li>Eliminate non-organic meat and vegetables. Introduce Monkey to only organic foods.<br /></li></ul><br /><ul><li>Meet five new friends (this scares me the most)</li></ul><br /><ul><li>Start exercising 4 times per week</li></ul><br /><ul><li>Put away laundry after it's done</li></ul><br />Urgh, that's quite a list. And I don't have some equation to back it up. But, it's public. I am accountable to myself. My ego is at large. I challenge you to ask me how things are going. You are my justification, you are my inspiration. You have no expectations, and for me; that makes it necessary.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> Kick my ass, be mean, ask me what I am doing to be healthy for you, for my sons, for anything. I am asking you to be my blog trainers. </span></span><br /><br />If you haven't heard how I am doing, ask!<br />LOL -this so the PM in me, but I do need help. I ask you, my blog friends. Are you up for it?Junitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03426326560688259744noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501584660674929827.post-43670810198610754602009-01-08T13:00:00.002-06:002009-01-08T13:10:18.709-06:002008 in review or why I slowly went crazy!<span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">A couple weeks ago <a href="http://mamakatslosinit.blogspot.com/">Mama Kat’s </a>one of her writing assignments was 2008 in review. This one jumped out at me since 2008 contained so many milestones for me and my family. I started my blog because I had gone through so many life changes at once and wanted to share; little did I know how many more I would go through! I’ll go through month-by-month so maybe you can appreciate some of my stress!<br /><br />January<br />Six month’s pregnant I kicked off a significant project at work. I was already huge and it is important to mention our test lab is down two flights of stairs. We ran out of office space and decided to stick our offshore team down there as well. I was diagnosed with gestational diabetes and ordered to follow a strict diet. I don’t need to mention that I managed to gain a good 30 lbs this month.<br /><br />February<br />Q and I visited my parents in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Creswell</span>, OR. This was a great trip and the first time Delicate Flower saw me pregnant. (He lives in Reno with his Dad – I don’t know that I have ever made that clear) He was quite weirded out by my pregnancy! Little did I know it would be the last time the four of us were together.<br /><br />March<br />The joy of baby showers and gestational diabetes. My diabetes escalated and on top of testing my blood four times a day, I got to give myself shots as well. Do I mention that my project was still going on in the basement? Do you know what it’s like to go up and down stairs while carrying a good 60 extra pounds of baby weight? Oh the horror!<br /><br />April<br />Dear dear Monkey entered our life! He was 9lbs 10oz with a personality from his first breath. I took 8 weeks off of work and my mom joined us without a return ticket home!<br />She proceeded to slowly drive me insane while I wrestled with breastfeeding and packing because the next month….<br /><br />May<br />We moved. I do not recommend moving with a three week old. EVER! Not even if it is just across the street. (Which is what we did) Shortly after we moved I learned the awful news that my project had been cancelled and I did not have a long term job to return to.<br /><br />June<br />We said goodbye to Mom with some relief. (I try not to beat myself up over this visit. My mom and I generally kept visits to a week for very specific reasons.) After she left my husband and I decided to make things official and had a very quiet ceremony with the Justice of the Peace, Monkey, and <a href="http://fleasthoughts.blogspot.com/">Flea</a>. (We are planning a family ceremony in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Puerta</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Vallarta</span> in Oct)<br /><br />July<br />Delicate Flower arrived for the summer and became a teenager. Need I say more? My dad(dad number 2) came and visited us for a bit. I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">hadn</span>’t seen him in five years! Oh and my lay off started. Oh yeah, before I forget, hubby got laid off too! July SUCKED!<br /><br />August<br />I turned 37. UGH! But things started to look up as hubby and I both returned to work. (He was only out of work for like 10 days – how does that happen?) I started a new project that should take me through second quarter ’09 and Delicate Flower went back to Reno to start 8<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">th</span> grade. Monkey started daycare and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">didn</span>’t even cry.<br /><br />September<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Hmmm</span>….what happened in here????? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">LOL</span> – I think it is in a fog due to lack of sleep. Monkey was barely sleeping. I did come down with an abscess on my throat and was not able to nurse for two weeks. I just <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">couldn</span>’t keep up with pumping at work and was forced to quit nursing all together.<br /><br />October<br />My mom died on October 15<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">th</span> from a stroke. She was 54 years old.<br /><br />November<br />I think I was completely grief struck as I tried to wade my way through the beginning of the holidays. I think the only thing I remember from this month was I learned to make bread.<br /><br />December<br />A visit to my Psychiatrist introduced happy pills and some relief. Delicate Flower joined us for Monkey’s first Christmas. So there you have it! There are lot’s of Monkey milestones, but this post is all about me! (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Aren</span>’t they all about me in some way) In retrospect it just seems like a normal year, until I realize how much we crammed in from April – October. I think this year I will try to make life changes balanced! Are you sensing a prequel to resolutions? Well, are you?</span>Junitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03426326560688259744noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501584660674929827.post-71408525802910127892009-01-05T12:56:00.002-06:002009-01-06T09:41:23.121-06:00I swear there is more to me than Not Me!<span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Happy New Year! Where has the time gone? In the past two weeks I have worked a total of 4 days. One would think I had plenty of time to blog, but in between my Facebook games and the Wii, I have been way too busy. I know, selfish. I do feel a little guilty not capturing all the Christmas antics once they happened. But I guess I didn't feel guilty <strong>enough</strong>! I do however feel guilty that Not Me! Mondays have been my only regular post, so later when I do my resolutions I feel like I need to address that. I do have more to say than the things I never do! However, even though today is Tuesday, I still have some things that I should get off my chest before the metamorphosis kicks in and my guilt turns into shingles or something akin. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><ul><li><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">I have not decided that baby drool actually makes a good hair gel. It does not have the occasional added bonus of smelling like bananas. I did not declare the other day a good hair day after the baby was drooling and sucking on my hair. Monkey's hands do not have the exact technique as a rat comb. </span></li></ul><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span> </p><ul><li><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">It wasn't me that only mailed one Christmas card and all of my packages late. I am so organized and on top of things! It also wasn't me that paid an enormous amount for priority shipping so my Dad could have something to enjoy on Christmas. </span></li></ul><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span> </p><ul><li><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">I would never order Nutrisystem or gain 3 pounds over the holidays. I don't know what it is like to feel completely frustrated over the baby weight and additional weight. I am not a little depressed about it and feel like I should be on The Biggest Loser. </span></li></ul><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span> </p><ul><li><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Monkey never would throw up on Daddy's face, getting some right in his mouth. If that did happen, my husband would never promptly get sick himself. </span></li></ul><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span> </p><ul><li><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">I am not in love with my new sheets. It is ridiculous to spend money on 600 thread count. I mean all you do is sleep on them. </span></li></ul><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span> </p><blockquote><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span></blockquote><ul><li><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Monkey is certainly not now spending all his sleeping time with us in the big bed. And the sheets I didn't buy; I would have never bought them considering my 8 month old's comfort factor in the never ending quest for a full nights sleep. </span></li></ul><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span> </p><ul><li><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">I am not convinced Monkey had ADD. He also did not devour a cookie like it was a drug and burst into tears when it was gone. He is such a great eater that he would never look at me like I poisoned him with the lasagna and then proceed to not open his mouth for the rest of the day. If that had happened he would certainly not drink 32oz of milk during the middle of the night. I don't give my baby a bottle at midnight or 2 he way too old!</span></li></ul><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Oh - I feel better all ready! What have you not done? Check out the list at <a href="http://mycharmingkids.net/">My Charming Kids</a>. Check out everything else too, I worship MckMama!</span>Junitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03426326560688259744noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501584660674929827.post-35833468612529682202008-12-29T09:39:00.003-06:002008-12-29T09:53:07.040-06:00My solo Not Me! Monday<span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">I'm not sure how I get by without Not Me! Monday at this point! I stopped going to confession long ago, and since I feel like <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><a href="http://mycharmingkids.net/">MckMama</a></span> is a little bit like a saint, I think this counts. This week has been especially <s>trying</s> fun. All my boys are home and hubby and I were off from work so we got some good quality <s>fighting</s> family time in. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><ul><li><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">My father did not join <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Facebook</span> and post pictures of my potty training. He also did not find my blog! I will have to come up with a good name for him. </span></li></ul><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span> </p><ul><li><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Delicate Flower who now prefers to be referred to as Q <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Dawg</span> did not projectile vomit over everything within a five foot radius. It was not mostly Doritos and the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">floor</span> is not forever tinted a lovely shade of pink.</span></li></ul><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span> </p><ul><li><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Monkey did not develop sympathy sickness and develop an ear infection. The medicine did not give his bottom(from the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">diarrhea</span>) such an awful rash I was tempted to let him go naked. </span></li></ul><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span> </p><ul><li><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Monkey did not break the new necklace from my MIL. I am not going to try to trade it in for the charm bracelets that everyone else received and I have been coveting. </span></li></ul><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span> </p><ul><li><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Monkey did not act like a fish in his first bath in the big bathtub. He did not scream when it was over even though he was shivering and his lips were blue.</span></li></ul><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span> </p><ul><li><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Monkey has not become very comfortable sleeping with Mommy and Daddy. </span></li></ul><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">What have you not done this week? Check out all the others'. I am sure with the holidays there are bound to be some doozies! Well crud - you can't check out the others, MckMama is not hosting today. Be sure to check back next week!</span>Junitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03426326560688259744noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501584660674929827.post-23785102715578874112008-12-26T21:19:00.003-06:002008-12-26T21:33:09.718-06:00Belated Merry Christmas<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">It was a Merry one! But after having two sick kids at home I am ready for a Happy New Year! I will have a bunch of not mes! Not that Delicate Flower would ever puck all over himself, the bed, the room, and anything else within projectile distance. The carpet will be forever pink from too many Doritos. Monkey had an ear infection. We think it was sympathy pains. But all things ended well. Delicate Flower is home with me for the holidays and I am trying to inspire the genius of John Hughes while we watch Weird Science. I can't wait to use my new food processor and whatever you do, wait for The Day the Earth Stood Still to come out on video. (We wasted our one grownup day!)<br /><br />Oh I confessed to DF his nickname - his suggested names are: Q Dawg, Charlie, or RamQi - he requests a vote!<br /></span></span>Junitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03426326560688259744noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501584660674929827.post-82176323903138205262008-12-22T09:14:00.004-06:002008-12-22T09:26:54.847-06:00Not Me! Monday<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy256cSl6jyJWKPANq5vYb5_lb-jhyICjRTNENP9g37YbrCUFDqh1QCp2G_jO0-grS4nfljbv2P_RV0Xgs-ZeODHKd6MAdlbltsvUaSbqlU99icUJqd55S4I0M9U8A81svJEuOAY9uEpk6/s1600-h/NotMeMonday.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282635922445422770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy256cSl6jyJWKPANq5vYb5_lb-jhyICjRTNENP9g37YbrCUFDqh1QCp2G_jO0-grS4nfljbv2P_RV0Xgs-ZeODHKd6MAdlbltsvUaSbqlU99icUJqd55S4I0M9U8A81svJEuOAY9uEpk6/s400/NotMeMonday.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Thank goodness for <a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">MckMama's</span></a> Not Me! Monday. (Am I the only one that thinks she is a celebrity and a bit of a superwoman?) I am at least <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">guaranteed</span> to post once a week! Between the crazy holiday season and the fact I reset my wireless I just haven't had the time! Who am I kidding - I always have the time, but I am too lazy to go into another room to use the computer at home. At work I am way too busy playing <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">facebook</span> games. I am a BUSY working woman! Give me a break! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Sheesh</span>! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">LOL</span> - yes I am feeling a little dramatic today, but I bet you can't wait to read what I have not done this week. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><ul><br /><li><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">I did not tell my MIL that Monkey peed and then spit up a little on her bed. (Her sheets were off.) I really don't feel any ill will to MIL, and Monkey did it on accident. It was not me that was letting him play naked while I got his clothes ready. </span></li></ul><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span></p><br /><ul><br /><li><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Speaking of Monkey, it was not me that he threw up on the middle of the night. That would mean he still isn't sleeping and when he sleeps, he sleeps in our bed. I would never let a 8 month old baby still sleep in bed with his parents when he isn't nursing.</span></li></ul><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span></p><br /><ul><br /><li><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">It is not me that has not finished Christmas shopping. Nor did I mail out packages today. I can say with <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">certainly</span> they WILL NOT get there by Christmas!</span></li></ul><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span></p><br /><ul><br /><li><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Delicate Flower arrived for the holidays and it is not my 13 yr child that is now 5'10". He also wasn't invited to tour the gifted and talented high school. Since my son is not failing all of his classes - I wouldn't have been surprised. </span></li></ul><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Ok</span> - enough for today. I am not going to spend the rest of the day reading blogs and trying to finally upload some pictures of my tree that I am IN LOVE with!</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Happy Holidays everyone!</span></div>Junitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03426326560688259744noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501584660674929827.post-5989581846338164902008-12-17T08:03:00.007-06:002008-12-17T08:36:39.677-06:00Dear Dear Monkey<span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Dear Monkey - </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Happy 8 month birthday! </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">It seems like just yesterday we were taking your six week pictures. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><p></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFHR3YUULwCjtVKBxP-tn32TlPy4b-JFFXVn41JFF5dh5eTEaPYgz958QTtTy-c-4YO1HKAxAdum8ZcaxjC4acgCF5Tc-64yVClFfprHrUGWtqI75ADQqrCMuAor7ZW9jfgkb9bQgYpBc8/s1600-h/s1375627867_158476_3682.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280767453936097762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFHR3YUULwCjtVKBxP-tn32TlPy4b-JFFXVn41JFF5dh5eTEaPYgz958QTtTy-c-4YO1HKAxAdum8ZcaxjC4acgCF5Tc-64yVClFfprHrUGWtqI75ADQqrCMuAor7ZW9jfgkb9bQgYpBc8/s400/s1375627867_158476_3682.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">My goodness time is just whizzing by us. You are becoming quite the little man.<br />You are crawling everywhere and are obsessed with standing up. You do rounds endlessly in your baby jail (yes it does remind me a little bit of a prison yard) and you absolutely refuse to lie down in your crib. You hate to sleep. I can only hope that one day you will realize that 8 hours of uninterrupted sleep makes Mommy and Daddy very happy. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">We are thankful that you really are a delight when you are awake. Your happy smiles and giggles make my day. </span></p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRCal9ZazdiEmDP_0qyF1FDxvkUqswpqszpNa8kbQqdOLKkPbYUHrA1bTyMLXANJ8Af1hxQnUll3ItJmPEOQA2ZtWEHWxm-nN8sm3dUTfI_IrpTb1BpjHFT8LVNYuini42R3l8njvQWN9b/s1600-h/n550417069_1055165_7214.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280766581906826162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRCal9ZazdiEmDP_0qyF1FDxvkUqswpqszpNa8kbQqdOLKkPbYUHrA1bTyMLXANJ8Af1hxQnUll3ItJmPEOQA2ZtWEHWxm-nN8sm3dUTfI_IrpTb1BpjHFT8LVNYuini42R3l8njvQWN9b/s400/n550417069_1055165_7214.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />For some bizarre reason you find the word blue <em><strong>hilarious</strong></em>. It also makes you perfectly content to suck on my chin and pull my hair. I find this gross but I let you do it because I am a sucker for our little monkey. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">I am so excited for your first Christmas. I know that you just like to try to eat the ornaments. Big Brother thinks it's great that you hated Santa <a href="http://theonlygirlathome.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-me-monday.html">(proven here), </a>but I can only hope you will grown to love him! </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">You aren't talking yet, but I can tell you want too! We have endless conversations just by blowing raspberries at one another. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">You still love to eat. Bananas and yogurt continue to be your favorite. You love to feed yourself your crackers too. (Mommy loves cracker time too, because it gives us time to eat dinner.)</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">I could go on about how much I love you, but Mommy doesn't want to embarrass you! Just know that we think you are the perfect baby no matter what!</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Love Mommy</span> </p><p><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnJdfLEY2gmMk2iLxT96feWGS-eZgHVoNYKIFzC_57DVomqQS3l2lk33AXM6jY_dCPJJAYLCAXeeXQX2Xem14iKllK5cryg0iCsfe5ESwKg6Ep2kBe0U3ZTwLE-19C3YO_fZKS7z8j6Lhm/s1600-h/n550417069_1055167_7797.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280766878819274466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnJdfLEY2gmMk2iLxT96feWGS-eZgHVoNYKIFzC_57DVomqQS3l2lk33AXM6jY_dCPJJAYLCAXeeXQX2Xem14iKllK5cryg0iCsfe5ESwKg6Ep2kBe0U3ZTwLE-19C3YO_fZKS7z8j6Lhm/s400/n550417069_1055167_7797.jpg" border="0" /></a> </p>Junitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03426326560688259744noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501584660674929827.post-74075063404069292392008-12-15T08:26:00.004-06:002008-12-15T12:25:23.247-06:00Not Me! Monday<span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Sadly Monday is here and I am back at work. Fortunately I have </span><a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Not Me! Monday </span></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">to pass away the time and give me giggles. I am not saying I take some pleasure in other peoples misfortunes. That would be mean. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><ul><li><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Monkey did not sample the following things; Christmas tree, ornament, cat food, carpet, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">receipt</span>, and cat. (Yes cat) He is not obsessed with putting everything in his mouth in the effort to sooth his poor gums. I do not let him suck on my chin because that seems to make him happiest. </span></li></ul><p></p><ul><li><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">The fuel pump did not go out on hubby's truck. That would be a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">sucky</span> thing to happen right before Christmas. Firestone did not quote us $1300. We did not then find out it was covered under warranty and have the car towed again. That would be silly. Who pays for two toes when the car is under warranty? Not us!</span></li></ul><p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></p><ul><li><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">I did not go Christmas shopping yesterday only to come home with two pairs of shoes for myself. I am never that selfish.</span></li></ul><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span></p><ul><li><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">I know <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">MckMama</span> said not to blog about my period, but that made me think I have still not had a period since Monkey. (I do have the Mirna IUD) <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">LOL</span> I did not just announce to the world what <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">birth</span> control I use. </span></li></ul><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span></p><ul><li><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Monkey will not be 8 months old tomorrow. He is not growing up <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">tooo</span> fast. He is not obsessed with standing and does not do laps in his playpen. He did not spend most of the week sleeping in our bed. Hubby is not convinced that he hates his crib. That would be silly. Why would it occur to us to even think Monkey hates his crib!</span></li></ul><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span></p><ul><li><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Monkey does not only eat when I sing Itsie Bitsie Spider. I do not encourage this by singing as many versions of the song. My Itsie Bitsie Spider rap did not crack up the baby and cause him to spit risotto at me. </span></li></ul><p> </p><ul><li><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">Monkey did not pee on the floor when I was letting him crawl around naked. Who would be foolish enough to let a 7 month old baby crawl around the floor without a diaper. I certainly was not trying to catch cute naked baby moments. </span></li></ul><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">What did you <strong>not</strong> do lately?</span>Junitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03426326560688259744noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501584660674929827.post-39761595529103235672008-12-10T09:02:00.004-06:002008-12-10T09:07:26.497-06:00Wordless Wednesday<span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">I am not always obsessed with the Baby! Delicate Flower lives with his dad during the school year, during the summer I try not to torture him too much. I did make everyone go for photos. Monkey's were <strong>awful</strong>. The family photos were <strong>awful</strong>. Brother pictures were <strong>awful</strong>. I LOVE these ones though.</span> <div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278177660972397570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgdnqvnDtLjWZgWb7B0sbalrnlvJeqagtE-70jHd_M_X6b-cvBfOK0EVKg2QOE8awDEyBCGoBgbFCJBt50VOK14S9M_zrozoKYw4iqmnzvCT3UnKL14TCZxg2MedgvnRVMLz_ZG1Dm-ndb/s400/n1375627867_158475_3496.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278177789738277474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifsIc1TMPk_oCPiBcKRG6GzNB6_NM6hzEA6T4DBqym71QGBHJpcmA9gOvAAp9OKRO4j92JHCYOBWOAshimfJUpJl0r03vZXcygW4EjToOwBTlEKWWoSdE419hqt8H3XAsevA4sGXIsDBhp/s400/n1375627867_158435_7808.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div></div>Junitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03426326560688259744noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501584660674929827.post-82854283666923761072008-12-08T09:16:00.003-06:002008-12-08T09:24:51.889-06:00Not Me! MondayWhere is the time going? Already a whole new weeks of things that never happened. Or if they did I wouldn't share. Check out the others on <a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/">MckMama's</a> list. I love honest denial.<br /><br /><ul><li>We did not take Monkey for a second round of photos. If we had he certainly did not react like this.</li></ul><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277439048927406050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoI6yuBLXganPA6dvlPVu-__WcKpYmlZcQjr7m_xWEY66WiAQDiTiN5Ej7zj_Cr_MIJ0Z2f3Limz1rxWkI-XmZ1nZORIlduqDziDvh7KzBkrun0qSlEUN516_JK0XteU3fk8rfcKlsFlic/s320/Colin+Christmas.jpg" border="0" /><br /><ul><li>I did not spend all week trying to make my blog Christmassy! I am a Project Manager for IT projects. Surely I have enough technical knowledge to do something like that in my sleep. </li><br /><li>I did not just realize the mug on my desk is brewing some new life form. That would be gross. I am not putting off cleaning it because I know how gross it probably is. I will not probably wind up just throwing it away. </li><br /><li>I did not buy more scrapbook supplies to add to the large pile of supplies I already don't use. I have not started on Monkey's baby book and I am not living in fear that my MIL will ask me. I do not pretend to love scrapbooking just to have something in common with my MIL. </li></ul><p>What did you not do this week?</p>Junitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03426326560688259744noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501584660674929827.post-40572408414351255582008-12-05T10:41:00.002-06:002008-12-05T10:52:04.765-06:00Oh Happy Pills<span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">So the big Dr. appointment was yesterday. It was grueling. I have seen this psychiatrist before and I like him because he is pretty scientific when it comes to medicine. I also like that he listens to my concerns with taking medicine and works hard to find a good fit. He prescribed Cymbalta and Ambien. (Hubby is now on baby monitor duty) </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">He also prescribed the task of writing letters to my mother. He said bar none it is the most effective method for dealing with grief. Particularly when the death was sudden and unexpected like my mothers. The letters should trigger the brain to release the right chemicals. I'm then supposed to go back every couple weeks and read them again in the hopes that I will cry (not to hard to think that wouldn't happen.) Crying is the next best healer. And while I have been doing plenty of that, I don't know that I feel any better when I do. Not to mention I am so paralyzed by the fear that something else will happen to my family that sometime I'm crying over things that I just think will happen.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">Anyway, I'll see how it goes. I'm optimistic. I did sleep last night so today I feel oodles better. </span>Junitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03426326560688259744noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501584660674929827.post-17070151107751059982008-12-03T15:40:00.003-06:002008-12-03T16:08:54.032-06:00Public Service and Gift Ideas<span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">My pregnancy with Monkey was difficult. It seemed like I failed (isn't that sad I think about it that way) every test under the planet when it was time to gage Monkey's health. The <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">blood screen</span> was just a couple points over for Downs. His heart was just a little off in the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">uber</span> ultra-sound. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Things</span> like that. Maybe my Dr. was just very cautious. Maybe fate intervened. Fortunately by the time we saw every specialist, the issues would be gone. I don't know what I would have done if things worked out differently. I know that had we found something life-threatening with Monkey we would not have chosen to end the pregnancy. I believe in a woman's right to choose, but I also believe in life choosing life. I know that miracles happen. I know that science is not always exact. I believe in fate. I think my approach was just that we would be better prepared <em>just in case</em>. We were so blessed, just in case never happened and Monkey was a <strong>HUGE</strong> (9lb 5 oz) thriving active baby. My last trimester went without a single specialist visit for him. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">I know there are families that are not so blessed. I know there are women that go through their <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">pregnancy</span> knowing the rate of survival for their infant is slim. My heart goes out to those women. </span><a href="http://www.stringofpearlsonline.com/"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">String of Pearls</span></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"> is a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">ministry</span> that supports families that have received a fatal prenatal diagnosis. Like all non-profits they rely on the kindness of thers. During this season of giving think about a donation in name for those hard to shop for people on your list. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">"But <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Junita</span>, how can I donate to </span><a href="http://www.stringofpearlsonline.com/"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">String of Pearls</span></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">?" </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">"Why I just so happen to know of an excellent fundraising program <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">occurring</span> right now, </span><a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/2008/12/rebel-without-for-cause-raffle-way.html"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Rebel For A Cause</span></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">."</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">What is that you ask? Rebel for a Cause is actually a union of three remarkable programs, </span><a href="http://www.stringofpearlsonline.com/"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">String of Pearls</span></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">, </span><a href="http://www.nohandsbutours.com/"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">No Hands But Ours</span></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">, and </span><a href="http://www.theelisonproject.org/"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Elison</span> Project</span></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">. For a donation of $10 you will be entered into a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">kick</span>-ass raffle. The prizes make me drool. If the donation isn't in your budget, maybe you can mention this worthwhile cause on your own blog or network site. If nothing else maybe click on the sites and read the stories and keep the familes in your thoughts. There is never an overage of prayers. </span></div>Junitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03426326560688259744noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501584660674929827.post-87544677820747260142008-12-02T16:18:00.003-06:002008-12-02T16:23:12.669-06:00Sigh<span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>URGH</strong> - so I have only been working on a blogover for oh I don't know the <strong>ENTIRE</strong> day. I don't know why I felt compelled to decorate for Christmas virtually when I haven't even done so at home. Anyway - I hope to be finished tonight. In the mean time you may see some bad choices! I think wine is going to be required in order to finish.</span></span><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/357/1CBC618C1E9BA0B758A0854282125FC8.png" /></a>Junitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03426326560688259744noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501584660674929827.post-75458346107698779132008-11-30T20:22:00.007-06:002008-12-01T01:56:19.307-06:00Not Me! Sunday - woops Monday<span style="font-size:130%;">I hope everyone had a fabulous holiday and did not overeat or shop. I, as always, had pleanty of things that I did not do. Make sure you check out others on <a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/">MckMama's</a>. There are always some gems. </span><br /><br /><ul style="font-family:times new roman;"><li><span style="font-size:130%;">We did not take Monkey for pictures on Sunday and have three outfit changes. I am sure the photographer did not roll her eyes at us. We did not then go for Santa pictures because that would be way to much to expect from a 7 month old. We are not going back next weekend for different Santa pictures because I am very disappointed in them. (Monkey was fabulous the pictures were awful!)</span></li><br /><br /><li><span style="font-size:130%;">I did not break down after Grace on Thanksgiving because I missed my mom. My MIL did not then accuse my Husband of doing something to make me cry. I did not put off calling my dad on Thursday because I knew it would make me cry. Today is not her birthday and I am not having a hard time <span style="font-weight: bold;">again</span>.<br /></span></li><br /><br /><li><span style="font-size:130%;">My Husband does not have an Advent Calendar to my Dr. visit for happy pills. My boss has not jumped on that band wagon. I have not been a little difficult and unreasonable at work, I just want to finish tasks before the holiday. (I am a project manager. I have just been doing my job a little forcefully maybe.)</span></li><br /><br /><li><span style="font-size:130%;">I did not wake up - lol - oh wait - Monkey was awake - I did not go to Kohl's at 4:00am just to save a few dollars. I was not overwhelmed by the crowd. It did not occur to me that it seemed like a lifetime ago that I was coming home at 4am and I did not use that time to reflect on how much my life has changed since Delicate Flower.</span></li><br /><br /><li><span style="font-size:130%;">Monkey did not discover how to pull him self up this weekend. He certainly did not discover it in baby jail and then try to climb the sides. He did not spend the entire weekend despondent that he can stand up, but is entirely unsure what to do next. I did not find him half asleep standing in his crib. My Husband and I did not have a conversation that involved some sort of padded room or cage for Monkey.<br /></span></li><br /><br /><li><span style="font-size:130%;">Monkey did not decide his new favorite toy were an old pair of Birkenstocks. And even if he had, I would certainly have never let him chew on them.<br /></span></li><br /><br /><br /><li><span style="font-size:130%;">I am not doing my not mes on a Sunday. That would be silly. I can easily do them on Monday and I don't care where I land on the list because this is free therapy and not a competition. I do not think that MckMama would be a little disappointed in me for thinking that. I also do not look up to MckMama and often wonder if maybe she is the miracle sometimes. (Not to take away from Stellan at all...ok I am gushing about another mother that I don't even know, but I do know her story has helped me in my time of need, and at a time that I didn't even know I would need it.)<br /></span></li></ul><br /><br /><div><b><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="border: 0px none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/357/1CBC618C1E9BA0B758A0854282125FC8.png" /></a></b></div>Junitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03426326560688259744noreply@blogger.com11