You can take the girl out of the south...

One thing that absolutely drives me INSANE about South Florida, is how the majority of the people here have no manners, and are not helpful AT ALL.

Seriously.
Where I'm from (gotta love the south) the people in department stores greet you with a smile. The servers in restaurants aren't trying to rush you out the door. The people driving down the street wave at you for no reason at all. Everyone holds the door open for the person behind you. We also say EXCUSE ME, PLEASE, THANK YOU, and YOU'RE WELCOME! Ma'am and Sir are heard frequently no matter where you are, and someone is always willing to help you. Even if they don't really have the time, they do it anyway...because they know that someday soon, they'll need someone to help them.

People here are really, really rude.
When you leave home, you never think you'll miss it. But...I do. I miss home. Granted, I AM happy here living so close to the beach, not to mention all the other advantages of living down this way.
I miss manners, hospitality, friendly people, and GOOD SWEET TEA!!

20 extremely random things about me -

Where it may be a pointless post to make, I think it will be fun to look back on. Maybe some of this will change. Some of it won't, I know for sure that i will NEVER, EVER like black olives!



1. I can not whistle. My husband thinks it is hilarious.
2. I procrastinate too much.
3. I'm also very indecisive. It takes me forever to make a simple decision.
4. If I tell you I'll do something or be somewhere for you, I will.
5. My patience is very limited. I'm not proud of it, but it is true.
6. I typically don't really like other people's children. That sounds worse than it actually is... I find other people's children difficult to handle. (see #5)
7. I'm still in love with my husband.
8. I'm absolutely convinced that I will die in a car accident. Nobody can tell me otherwise, until I actually die.
9. I always say I want to learn another language, but never take the initiative to do so.
10. I'm not afraid of heights, but driving over bridges terrifies me.
11. My biggest fear among any and all others is that I will fail as a Mother.
12. I need glasses, but haven't had a new pair in over nine years.
13. I hate black olives.
14. I find horseback riding to be liberating, and just a little bit scary.
15. Love to go fishing, but I am completely lost on the cleaning/cooking part of it.
16. I have no talents.
17. Unless you consider making inappropriate jokes a talent, in that case, I'm golden.
18. I will watch Forrest Gump anytime it is on. No matter how many times I've seen it.
19. The only time I like gravy is when I'm eating biscuits 'n gravy.
20.  To me, the ocean is the most calming place in the world. 

Where there's a stick...

"Mommy, I can't reach my car." I'm elbow deep in dishes so I say, "Okay honey, go find another toy to play with, we'll get your car later." Seriously kid, you have a million and seventeen toys, go play with something else.  Just as I think that, I look over and realize that I've given birth to a mini MacGyver. He's got the broom, trying to sweep the toy from underneath the TV unit. I should also add that he calls the broom his "stick", and he doesn't pronounce stick very well. He's got the ICK part right, but for some hilarious yet horrible reason, he starts the word off with a D sound. Uhh, yeah, guess we should work on correcting that.

So now I debate.
Should I.... stop what I'm doing to help him?
Maybe... I should just wait, and see if he gets it?
OR I could sit and watch, purely for entertainment purposes.

It's kind of funny to see your three year old determined to get a toy that's out of his reach. He grunts and groans, and stretches, making all sorts of noises that you'd usually here from a plumber or something. Of course a plumber isn't nearly as cute as my son...well, no plumber I've ever met before.

I realize the TV, our cable box, the surround sound, the AppleTV, and our router just might be in danger if I leave him to this adventure. But, I'm entertained right now. Call me selfish, but I'll take any sort of cheap entertainment that I can get. So I sit, and watch, giggling to myself. Finally when he throws the broom down and yells, "MOMMY I CAN'T REACH MY CAR!!!", I decide that I should give the little guy a hand.

Wouldn't you know, after all that blog inspiring work, he didn't even want to play with that toy anymore.

Taking the good with the bad

My health care situation is a long story that has basically left me feeling like I'm stuck inside a whirlwind. Our system is so screwed. No idea how this is going to work out. I have to just trust and believe that it will. Just like everything else always does. Some way, some how, it WILL be okay. 

At the same time, I'm UBER excited that the pack&play and the travel system I selected for my registry have both been purchased today. Talk about feeling blessed!! We have had so many great things given to us lately, it's incredible. I'm not sure what a better word for grateful is, but that's what I am.

Isn't it funny how two things in the same day can make you feel two different extremes? On one hand I'm super dooper stressed, yet on the other I'm ecstatic. Why?! Is it the world's way of balancing things out for me? So I don't feel too much of a single emotion at a time?

Forgot to mention that my fridge is making that stupid noise again. Guess I should call the maintenance man today. While I'm on hold for the billionth time, I shall stare out of the window in hopes to see a delivery coming my way.

What you doin', Mommy?!

You know what the best yet worse part of being a pregnant mother with a three year old? You are never, ever, EVER alone. -ever.

Each and every time I decide to go to the bathroom, I have an audience. WITH commentary. Boy am I lucky.

J likes to put his head on my lap and say, "What you doin' Mommy?!!"
What am I doin'? I've thought of many bold and colorful comebacks for that. Instead I just say, "Mommy is going potty, can you please go somewhere else?" He usually says, "No, I want to brush my teeth."
Right now? Really??

The lock on the door has become my friend. Even then I can't go in peace. He waits right outside. Trying to fit his hand under the door. Most of the time he yells, "MOMMY YOU OKAY?! WHAT YOU DOINNNNNN?!!!"

Does he think that each and every time I go into the bathroom, I'm going to disappear into some other world? Where I'll never, ever come back? Like some sort of Narnia for Mothers on the brink of craziness? Sounds nice actually. I'll skip the lion and the witch if I can just pee in peace!!

I CAN do this!

Week 1: Operation SAHM

To say this week has been challenging with it's ups and downs is an understatement, and I'm not even done yet!

Day 1 - I can't even remember the full events and details of the day. I only remember that I remember feeling scared for the future by the end of it all. Sounds dramatic, I know. When your first day starts off like crap, that's what happens, you get scared.
Day 2 - Was GREAT! Jman was well behaved all day. We were played at the park, did some coloring, nice lunch, awesome nap. Got an amazing surprise from the hubster during lunch hours : )
Couldn't have been better.
Day 3 - Uhhhhh, what in the HELL did I do wrong in life to deserve a day like this?! It ended quite nicely just because I married an awesome man. But my child?! Yeah, he KICKED a random stranger today. Yes, my sweet boy actually KICKED someone. I was mortified.
Day 4 - Well, that's today. I figured nows a good time to get back into blogging. It's 9:37am.
So far so good. The little monster just randomly hugged my neck and said, "you my favorite mommy".

Please, oh please... let this be a good day!