NaBloPoMo – Nov 20th

Day 20: Tell us about your first friend.

My first friend. Well, I have three. I think of them fondly. Especially since we’re still best friends to this very day.

My first friends, K, R, and J.

K has been my bestie since pre-k. Funnily enough, our parents when to school together and got in trouble together so it was only natural that we did the same.

K and I on her wedding day

K and I on her wedding day

I was dreading telling K that I was pregnant because I knew my due date was 2 days before her wedding. After POAS, I did some quick math and thought to myself “oh shit…” I figured I’d come right out and tell her so she could find another bridesmaid. I sent her a text, I still remember this, telling her if she was half the aunt to my child has she was best friend to me, my child and I were the luckiest people in the world. She immediately called me and was “ARE YOU SERIOUS!” (at a very high decibel). I knew she would be ecstatic for me but the bump. I was afraid it would attract negative attention so I told her I’d bail. She almost fought me. Thank god I was pregnant LMAO She said she wouldn’t have it any other way and the only way I would be sidelined is if I was in labor. You can imagine the shock when I showed up to get my hair down, 2 days overdue, ready to rock.

I mean, seriously? How awesome is this chick to dedicate a portion of her reception to me with a dance for my birthday?! A friend would just be all “hey, happy birthday”. This chick. She went above and beyond. Best birthday party ever, K! LOL

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K, Beanie, and I at Beanie's Baptism

K, Beanie, and I at Beanie’s Baptism

Funny story on the baptism — K showed up at the church, after driving for 40 mins, getting turned around, and having a sick boy at home. She still showed up and still made my day. Seriously, I don’t know where I would be without this girl.

R and J are sisters, our mothers worked together so we were destined to be BFF.

R, J, and I at my wedding

R, J, and I at my wedding (we totally did not plan to all wear ruffles. That’s how in sync we are ;)) 

These two are my sanity. If I’m having a bad day, need to laugh, need to tell someone about a Person of Wal-Mart I’ve just seen — these are the two I come to. It sucks because my first husband wasn’t too social and our friendship suffered. No matter what, they were always there for me, they always shows up at parties, they always sent Christmas cards. But still. During my divorce, they took me out and said “NO MORE!” and we’ve been inseparable ever since. We’ve been through break ups, New Years, Pregnancies, Babies, everything together. When R told me she was pregnant with twins, I cried. I can’t imagine a more perfect mama. When J’s heart was broken, we rallied together to find dog poo to mail to the jerk. (We didn’t. But we wanted to). These two, I just can’t say enough about them.

New Years 2011

New Years 2011

I’m the luckiest girl in the world to have friends like these three. I would do anything in the world for them and I know they would do anything in the world for me.

Weekend of Funk

The Plague has hit the Coastie House full force and it’s miserable. So far I’ve stuck to my No-Facebook Lent Resolution very well. I don’t even really miss it anymore. Some say I’m cheating because I’m still posting pics through Instagram but I don’t care. I’m not physically logging onto FB. The No-Fast-Food resolution is going well, also, but I’ll be breaking that when we drive to MD next month. I’m already trying to figure out where we can stop so I can get a non-fried, somewhat healthy for fast food item. Ugh.

She decided to dress herself for V-Day

She decided to dress herself for V-Day

It’s been averaging 24* outside so my runs have been indoors. Beanie gets it — she’s ready to get back outside too

I think she was sending me a subliminal message

I think she was sending me a subliminal message

This kid has the life

This kid has the life

Tissues

This poor kid — she woke up Friday with a temp of 100.3* so she had to stay home from DC. We spent the day together and in all of her “I just want to do my own thing” ness, she got ahold of a box of tissues. This got really messy, really quickly.

Up at 0645 for a swim (indoors, of course)

Up at 0645 for a swim (indoors, of course)

She stole my blanket

She stole my blanket

First comes the bags, next comes the boas

First comes the bags, next comes the boas

E, thankfully, is a really good sport. She must have put that bag on his head and taken it back off at least 4 times. All I can say is 1) better him than me and 2) thank goodness it wasn’t plastic.

Swiffers can be fun

Swiffers can be fun

She wanted to help us clean. But….

I think she missed the point

I think she missed the point

In her feverish, sometimes-inconsolableness, we figured out she just wanted to lay around and chill with her BFF

BFFs

BFFs

New Gadget!

New Gadget!

I finally got my FitBit Zip. I haven’t had this an entire day yet but I’m stoked to see how it compares to my MFP. Plus, I’m liking the fact that I have a goal to meet re: steps taken. My goal is 10,000 steps. Hopefully this will get me to goal! I’m starting Week 4 of Couch-to-5K today so I’m sure that will net me some steps!

Lenny – My Animal

POTD Day #26 – Animal

He lets her use him as a step-stool

He lets her use him as a step-stool

They share snacks

They share snacks

He naps when she naps

He naps when she naps

Lenny & Beanie – Thick as Thieves.

For all the haters that gave me shit for having a Rottweiler around my baby – Suck It. This dog would go to the ends of the earth for this little girl. She is his baby and we don’t forget that. She wants to lay on the floor, he’s her pillow. She wants to throw her toys, he goes and gets them for her. She wants to get up on the counter, he gives her a boost. I would have chosen no other dog to be around my kid 🙂

Random Facts

I read a lot of different blogs and I find it fascinating to learn about the person behind the screen. In reading Meagan over at The Cheesefries Stand Alone, she takes us all over the place (much like I do) with her puppies, WLJ, and outfits. I actually “know” her from an online source, as a bunch of us were all planning weddings at the same time.

She posed these 11 questions:

1. Have you been naughty or nice this year?

I’d like to say nice. I have a naughty/mean streak but for the most part, I’d say nice. Of course that might change depending on the person you ask 😉

2. When was the last time you did something for the first time?  What was it?

I hate to admit this, but it’s been years since I’ve done something for the first time. Life has become so different in the last 8 yrs. Before 2004, I could be found traveling, white-water rafting, hiking through the mountains, etc but between work, my first marriage, my divorce, my second marriage, and my child, my time has been pretty occupied.

This will become a number on my 2013 Bucket list.

3. What was the last concert you’ve been to?

Jason Aldean, Sept 2010 at the York County Fair. E and I went with my BFF J and the jerk she dragged along. He was fantastic.

4. Tell us about your favorite holiday tradition.

At some point before Christmas, my family would sit down and watch Emmett Otter’s Jugband Christmas and then every Christmas Eve, the family gets dressed up and we go to Christmas Eve service at our home church. I’m not religious and, in fact, this is something I find myself struggling with because I know how I was raised, but there is something about this service that I love.

5. If you could pack your bags for an all-expenses-paid trip right now, where would you go?

European and Mediterrean tour, for sure. I keep telling E, for our 5th or 10th anniversary, I want to go on a Med Cruise. I want to leave from Italy and go to Greece and Turkey, swing back through and hit Spain, Ireland, and England. I really have no desire to go to France, it doesn’t interest me and all encounters I’ve had with French people have left me with a sour taste but if it was all expenses paid, I’d be willing to give it a go.

6. What would be your last meal?

Bread Sticks and Alfredo Dipping Sauce from Olive Garden
Iceburg Wedge Salad from Outback Steak House
Filet with Bleu Cheese Crust from Longhorn
Macaroni and Cheese from White Chocolate Grill
Chocolate Lava Cake from Chilis

(Unless I can just set up shop at Smith and Wollensky’s and eat my way through the restaurant)

7. Are you making any New Year’s Resolutions?

I always do and I never seem to keep them, except this year. I said I was going to lose weight (whomp, whomp) and surprising enough, I have. I’ll make the same resolution, along with create a 2013 Bucket List of things I want to accomplish.

8. What is your favorite book or series?

Book: Jewels by Danielle Steel
Series: Stone Barrington by Stuart Woods. (#25 comes out next month!)

9. What was the best thing that happened to you in the last week?

I finally got an entire day of hanging out with E and Beanie. We’re rarely all home and awake at the same time so it was nice to hang out and catch up on family time.

10. Do you have any tattoos?  What and where?

I do. 9 to be exact.

Upper Back

Upper Back, between my shoulder blades. Words me “Love Reveals Beauty” in Gaelic

Right Lat

Right Lat/Top of my Shoulder. Word means “Sister” in Gaelic. Fun Fact: My sister has the same tattoo in the same place

Right BicepUnderarm

Right Bicep/Underarm. “There You’ll Be” and the initals of my step-paternal grandfather and my uncle, both of whom passed away.

Left Ribcage – Roman Numerals are the birthdate of my maternal grandfather, who passed away

Right Ribcage - Sparrows. One for every 10K nautical miles I've traveled.

Right Ribcage – Sparrows. One for every 10K nautical miles I’ve traveled.

Hisbiscus - a symbol of change and calm

Hisbiscus – a symbol of change and calm

a Honu Turtle, a symbol of my travels to Hawaii. "True to One, Enemy to None" - a play on a quote from Benjamin Franklin

a Honu Turtle, a symbol of my travels to Hawaii. “True to One, Enemy to None” – a play on a quote from Benjamin Franklin

As you can tell, these were all pre-Beanie.

I actually have two more. I have a traditional “tramp stamp” which are 4 Japanese characters on my lower back. They are supposed to read: Courage, Beauty, Love, and True but who knows what they say. Not my greatest decision.

The most recent one I got was post Beanie, it’s a teal Cherry Blossom on the inside of my left wrist with Beanie’s name written in script, above it. Teal for “Girl Part Cancer”.

11. What do you have in the trunk of your car?

A Stroller and a backpack. I’m boring. The middle and front seat, however, are trashed with napkins, toys, and whatever work apparel I happen to be carrying around with me at that moment.

11 Random Facts About Me:

  1. I have to have all of my DVD’s alphabetized on the shelves. Even Beanie’s movies are by alphabet. I had a mini-breakdown that the Fast and Furious series weren’t in order, thus causing absolute chaos in the alphetizing order
  2. My closet is broken down my type of clothing piece, then my color, then by sleeve length.
  3. I currently own 157 pairs of underpants and 47 camis.
  4. I’ve traveled to countries/parts of countries that Americans are normally allowed in (namely Colombia, Haiti, and Cuba)
  5. I crossed the Equator, via CG Ship, on my 20th birthday and had to sing “Jeremiah Was A Bullfrog” as part of the iniation.
  6. I’m 5’6″ but wear a size 5.5Y work boot. I can buy my shoes at Kids Foot Locker
  7. I’ve been in the CG for over 12 yrs.
  8. I absolutely detest the words “Moist” and “Panties”. They make me feel as though I’ve just heard nails on a chalkboard
  9. I’ve moved residence 7 times in the last 12 yrs.
  10. I know a little about a lot, thus making me kill it at Jeopardy and making my MIL hate watching it with me. I’m pretty knowledge about stupid trivia too (i.e. CC Sabathia holds the record on most pinstripes on a Yankee Uniform, beating out Babe Ruth)
  11. I have eaten shark, alligator, rattlesnake, blowfish, and many other crazy foods that you would never expect to eat but I can’t bring myself to find meatloaf acceptable.

So now. My fellow blog readers/followers, tell us about yourself.

  1. What is your favorite Christmas song?
  2. If you went to college, what degree did you go/are you going for?
  3. Name a blog that you frequent that I might be missing in my daily blog reading.
  4. Favorite Song/Song Lyric?
  5. Favorite bath or body product?
  6. Stealing Meagan’s question: What would your last meal be?
  7. Favorite piece of apparel that you own?
  8. Most addicting app?
  9. Favorite Board/Video Game?
  10. Top item on your holiday wish list?
  11. Dog or cat person? And post a pic of your pet if you have one!

I cannot understard a word you are saying

Reblogged from Foul Mouthed Hooligans

It started not too long ago. A message or a text. Then I saw it more on the face page. A response to something that I said, which clearly was brilliant: “Totes.”

Totes? What does this mean, I wondered. Like, Isotoners? Umbrellas? A cute little bag that you carry your lunch inside? Totes. Huh. I dismissed it as an autocorrect or typo and forgot about it.

Then it happened again. Someone declared, “this is totes random but….”

I have no idea what was so random, I was stuck on the word “totes.” What the hell does this mean? So I decided I would use my highly trained investigative journalist mind to unravel this mystery.

I googled it.

Totes, it seems, is shortened speak for the word “totally.” As in, the English language is being totes destroyed by the totes laziness of this totes embarrassing usage of the word totes.

This desperate need to shorten and clip words blows my mind. I cannot speak for anyone else, but I didn’t spend hours at St. James diagramming sentences just so that I could LOL and WTF at them later. Incidentally, how in the hell did LOL come to use anyway? I realize it is the shortened way to say “laugh out loud,” but back in my 7th grade note-writing days, we did that by writing “ha” which is actually shorter. What genius came up with LOL? And then took it a step further to ROFLMAO. Has anyone ever rolled on the floor laughing, or laughed their ass off? Couldn’t the same effect be achieved if you simply wrote, HA HA!

Now it appears WTF has been replaced by WTAF, which adds the word “actual” in it (which also makes my friend Lara irrationally ragey — also not a word but I like that one). But it appears that WTAF is just the modern version of “huh” which is also a letter shorter. Don’t even get me started on how www is the shortened version of world wide web, but when you SAY www, you are saying six additional syllables than if you had just gone ahead and said “world wide web.”

Remember when acronyms were used for good, and not evil? KISS — keep it simple stupid. HOMES — Huron, Ontario, Michigan, Erie, Superior, the Great lakes. NASA — need another seven astronauts (too soon?).

Anyway, I felt the need to get to the bottom of this totes ridiculous phenomenon. Turns out I am saying that wrong, too. Because it is not totes ridiculous. It’s totes ridic. It’s cray-cray. Ima say it prolly so cray-cray it for realz could turn my brain to mush. Which would be the exact opposite of totes adorbs. If that happened — FML. Obvi, I’m jelly of ppl who can avoid this sitch.

(somewhere there is someone who understood all that)

This makes me sad. It makes me so sad. I wonder if this is what Shakespeare would think if we plopped him down in front of an episode of any television show ever made. WHAT THE HELL ARE THESE PEOPLE SAYING? I want to say that this is just the evolution of like, grody to the max and gag me with a spoon, but NO. Because that was fun. And also, words. Full on words. “Gag me with a spoon” is extremely descriptive, you know EXACTLY what I am saying.

Naturally (natch?) I decided this matter needed immediate attention from my husband. It took a fairly long, somewhat slow conversation in order to explain to him what is happening here, what people are saying, how to understand it. The result? The next day, Jim sent me a text in the morning. “Are you awake?” “Yes,” I replied.

“I totes knew you were.”

And it has begun.

These words that are making us crazy, we’ve now spent so much time ripping on them, they are becoming part of our daily conversations. We’re officially cray-cray on the reggae (I have no idea what that means).

Case in point — dinner. There we were, sitting at family dinner (we have family values) and Jim and I were discussing something. I can officially say I have no idea what we were talking about. But the words “totes” and “ridic” were fluid. I def don’t know what was said. It’s possible he said he had to go to the libes (that one came from a friend of mine). We spoke of our besties and Christmas prezzies and the deets on what we had for breks.

Hank was watching us, slowing putting his food to his mouth (and missing half of it — for hell’s sake, he’s 10, when is he going to learn to eat without half the food falling onto his shirt?), watching us back and forth like the world’s slowest ping-pong match. He finally cleared his throat and said, “uh, why are you two talking like teenagers?”

I don’t know, kid. It’s like a virus. A ridic, awk, presh, gorg, cray-cray, and bee-tee-dubs adorbs virus. Whatevs. I need a vacay.

Somebody, gag me with a spoon.

Totes.

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This little Gem was posted by my beloved Marney (who is still pissed that I didn’t name my kid after her, but I digress). This shit is getting serious. It’s getting to the point where people are making themselves look foolish.

It’s bad enough we live in a country full of different languages, like New Englandese, which is where people drop their Rs, taking a simple phrase such as “I parked my car in Harvard Yard” and making it sound like “I paaaahhhk my caaaah in Haaaaavaaad Yaaaaaad”. It’s to the point where I have asked people to “say again please?”. Then you have people (like me) that say “Warshington” or “Warsh” or “Oooolll” (oil). I get it, I do. That’s Marylandese. We also say Baldimore, Hon, and everything gets Old Bay put on it.

But that’s a post for a different time.

And she’s totally correct, WTAF does make me ragey because it makes no damn sense whatsoever. At all.

30 Days of Thanks – 1 through 5

Everyone on FB is doing this whole “30 Days of Giving Thanks” and I figured what the hey – let me get in on some of that. A friend of mine posted this pic:

1) Person:  I can’t choose just one so I’m going to pick some favorites.

a) E.

My husband, my soul-mate, my best friend. I swear, some days I wonder how we’re both still alive and married but I know he’s who I’m meant to be with. He drives me crazy and makes me want to drink but I love him more than words can say.

(This was our very first picture as a “couple”, taken back in Mar of 2010)

 

 

b) Beanie.

The Child is certifiable and I’m almost positive she is trying to kill me (or give me gray hair) but to watch her grow and giggle every day, I wouldn’t trade it for the world.

 

 

 

 

 

c) J and B.

These two are my absolute best friends and I think, without them, I’d be in the looney bin!

They are the godmothers to my daughter, my go-to-people when I have problems or just need to laugh. These two “get me” and they understand me, even when I don’t say anything at all.

 

 

d) K.

I’ve known this girl the longest (aside from J and B) and she saved me from myself when Beanie was a baby. Not only that but she has been there for me through every major life event that I’ve ever had. From my divorce to my daughter being born, she’s been there and to anyone that knows her, they know how dedicated she is.

 

 

 

2) An Animal: This is an easy one: Lenny.

3) A Cozy Place in Your Home: There won’t be a pic for this one but I’d have to say my bed. A king sized pillow top area of goodness. It’s awesome to have snuggle time with E, Beanie, and Lenny on sunday mornings and just chill.

4) A Snack: Dear Barbara. I love ALL food. At this very minute, I’m going to say Sour Cream and Onion Pringles are my favorite.

5) A Place: Any place that is even remotely close to the beach. The water is so peaceful and it’s so easy to lose yourself in all of its beauty.

 

Beanie’s Birthday

Back in Sept, we went back to MD for her birthday party, which was an absolute blast. I kind of hate throwing parties like that though because I always feel like I’m missing someone or not devoting enough time to someone else. It stresses me out. We got to see the families though and of course several of Beanie’s aunts were there to help her celebrate.

She did dig her smash cake (which was homemade by E and I), this was just in the beginning stages of the destruction

Her birthday cake was a product of Yia Yia Bakery, in Middle River. This is the second cake we’ve gotten from there and it was just as fantastic as the first one!

Being in her Cozy Coupe for the first time.

♥Some of our most absolutely favoritest people on the face of the earth!♥

Aunt L came to celebrate too ♥

Beanie and her two godmamas (aka Aunt J and Aunt B)

And of course Aunt K ♥

Some background on Aunt J, Aunt B, and Aunt K — I’ve been BFFs with these chicks, no lie, since I was in pre-kindgarten and K and my father’s went to school together. That’s how far we go back. J and B’s mama and my mama were good friends back in the day as well. Talk about kickin’ it old school! And I couldn’t ask for any better role models for my daughter (and any future children we might have) to have in their lives. If I could pick who I want Beanie to be like, I would put these three in a blender, mix ’em up, and have her be like them ♥

While we were there, we also got up with our fave photog, Laura Ruane of La Rue Photography and she took some awesome pics (as seen here).

I’m still working on the Thank You cards, don’t worry, I didn’t forget!!

And, as always, I completely and totally recommend Shutterfly for all of your photo needs. I can’t tell you how many awesome projects I’ve had made. (I’m not being paid for that plug LOL but if anyone at Shutterfly reads this — a continuous discount would be nice!)

I always say this but I seriously cannot ask for better friends or family. My ILs were awesome in helping plan and set up for this party, my parents with helping clean up, and everyone in between — it was fantastic and Beanie is lucky to be so loved.

Defining Yourself

I live by a few simple rules.

The #1 rule: Never let anyone or anything else define you or who you want to be.

Unfortunately, that’s a tough thing for people because life happens. Life often gets in the way. People lose themselves in their marriages, their jobs, their relationships with others, their parenting, etc.

If I were asked what  I could or would say to someone who was having a rough time with redefining themselves, I’d ask them one question: At the end of the day, do you lay in bed and rehash your day and think “I’m exactly who and where I want to be?”

If the answer to that is NO, then I’d suggest taking a step back and figure out what you could do differently to become the person you want yourself to be.

Prior to Beanie, I would rethink my day through and think “this is where I’m supposed to be”.  I was married, I had a house, I loved my job, I thought I had it all. Then I got divorced and I couldn’t stop thinking “what did I do wrong?” I couldn’t stop overanalyzing.

One night, while out with my BFFs, they told me “it wasn’t that you did something wrong, it was that he wasn’t who you should be with.” And they were right. I kept trying to make myself believe that I was who I wanted to be but it was painfully obvious to everyone that I wasn’t with who I should have been with and at the end of the day, I wasn’t the person I wanted to be.

I’ve since transferred from where I was and I’m in a totally different place in my life. I balance between defining who I want to be as a member of the CG and who I want to be “in the real world.” Then I stumbled upon this picture:

If I could tell Beanie about my childhood, my early adult years, and my time in the CG, I would tell her “be the person you want to be.”

But it goes deeper than Beanie. I want to be the wife that my husband brags about. I want to be the mother that my kids adore and want to become just like. I want to be the best possible friend to my gals. I want it all. And right now, in my life, I believe I do.

I’ve spent quite a bit of QT with my bestie, talking her through some things and in talking to her about issues in the world, I’ve found out more about myself. It’s almost like “hey, take your own advice”. Like Beanie, this chick has saved my sanity. She has shown me that I need to take a step back and while life isn’t always the prettiest or greatest or easiest, it’s liveable at your own pace. Life will knock you on your ass. It will kick you in your non-existant balls. It will punch you in the face so many times, you think you need to buy a new one.

But that’s all ok. Because at the end of the day, you can crawl into bed, think about what you can change tomorrow, and then go forth and conquer. Sometimes you won’t conquer the world the next day but you’ll be a step closer. Even when the next day throws you two steps back, you pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and keep going. Other days, you don’t want to get out of bed and that’s ok too. However, always look at your mom/your BFF/your “person”, and know that they’re saying, even if not out loud:

Pretty, pretty please Don’t you ever, ever feel Like your less than perfect. Pretty, pretty please If you ever, ever feel Like your nothing You’re  perfect to me.

I have a handful of great friends that I would go to the ends of the earth for and I hope they all know that I think this about them ♥

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