NaBloPoMo – Nov 21, 22, and the weekend

Day 21: Describe an outfit that makes you feel good. (It can be from any period of your life.) Double points if you post a picture of yourself in the outfit.

Oct 12, 2013 - the day I ran a Half Marathon

Oct 12, 2013 – the day I ran a Half Marathon

I’m not going to lie. I felt pretty badass in this outfit. Nike Dri cropped capri pants with an Under Armor Heat Gear t-shirt. Champion Socks and New Balance running shoes. I also look sort of thin in this picture and that’s a major plus.

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Day 23. How important are book covers in getting you to read a book?

Extremely important. I totally judge a book by it’s cover. If it looks fun and flirty, and like it might be an easy read, I’m going to try it out. I deal with some much serious BS at work and on a regular basis, I want to get lost in that chick-lit, “only in a fantasy world” book. I want to read the fiction that makes two people fall in love and live happily ever after. Sounds lame, I know. But I dig it.

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I was going to post a “30 Things I’m Thankful for in 2013” post but in all honesty, I don’t know that I’m thankful for 30 things that have been a part of my 2013. Granted, thinks at work are going smoothly, E and I have adjusted to living in Maine, and Beanie is thriving after some health issues but I’m ready to see 2013 become a part of my history and I’m ready to look forward to 2014.

I wouldn’t mind if 2014 brought some changes. I’ve already started making some changes.

*Those women in my life that perpetuate the Mommy Wars — Gone.

*Those family members and friends that just want drama — Gone.

*Schooling — back on the list and ready to knock out some credits and put a serious dent in that “Credits Needed” column.

Those are just a few.

I look forward to seeing what might come of this and here’s hoping I still remember to blog ūüėČ

NaBloPoMo – I Lost

So I kind of fell out of the whole “read a blog post every single day for the entire month of Nov”. It’s not for lack of trying, it’s just that life has gotten busier and I’ve been having a bit of writers block.

The holiday season is upon us. The parentals and the ILs will be ascending to our home on wednesday and the holiday festivities will begin.

Friday marked the official start.

Start of the Lobster Trap Tree

Start of the Lobster Trap Tree

Tree topper is in place

Tree topper is in place

The lighting will take place on Friday, after thanksgiving. That’s also when the CG brings Santa to do, via boat, and we have the boat parade of lights. It’s a shame we won’t make it home for Christmas, again this year, but last year, it was sort of nice to be able to have the holiday with just our little family.

Here’s hoping I remember to keep posting something ūüôā

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‚Ķ” 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.

NaBloPoMo – Nov 19th

Day 19: How much of the day are you plugged in? Do you consciously set aside offline time, or does it happen whenever it happens?

wwwwhhhhhooooooaaaaaaaa boy – Too. Freakin. Much.

I mean, I use a computer for my job, it requires it, but spending time “connected” during my off hours? Yea,¬†I spend entirely too much time “connected”.

Don’t get me wrong. Social media doesn’t run my life. Sure, I love me some Instagram and I’m a member of a couple of FB groups but if someone robs my house, I’m not getting on FB before I call the police. (you laugh, I know some people who do that! FB has had to make the decision of whether they go to the ER or not. I’m being dead freakin serious). I use Facebook and Instagram as my entertainment, not my moral compass.

One of my resolutions of 2013, during Lent as a matter of fact, was to disconnect completely. I didn’t deactivate my account or anything but I took the app off my phone and, since, up until this month, I was rarely on the computer, it made it easy. Funny enough, I didn’t miss it. I didn’t miss the drama and the bullshit. The crazy people with their platforms that they use FB as their soapbox to preach. It was sort of refreshing. I have a feeling I’ll be doing that again during Lent of 2014. I’m not religious but I figure, everyone else gives something up so I can to.

It was nice to concentrate on my family and my school work and to read real books. I ended up blowing through about 14 books on my Nook during Lent. It also helped keep the itinerary down when we left to Baltimore. Because I didn’t post on FB that we’d be there, I didn’t end up with 368369346 invitations and we didn’t spend our entire vacation wishing we were home in Maine. It was the first time we didn’t need a vacation to recover from our vacation. That was nice.

NaBloPoMo – Nov 18th

Day 18:¬†Tell us about a blog post that you didn’t publish.

There are several but two, in particular, come to mind. One is about politics and one is about parenting. The two single most irritating topics for anyone to endure. These are two topics that people will literally (figuratively) kill themselves over trying to prove you wrong. You can’t simply “have an opinion”. There has to be a black or white side.

Not for me.

Because, frankly, I don’t give a damn about anyone’s opinions.

I’ll do with the political one though. I usually don’t get political so this might be long. It might make Marney¬†drop dead while cursing but hopefully she’ll still love me in the AM.

Back before this Obamacare bullshit started, I was already pissed. I voted for Bush in 2004, which I freely admit. I have a feeling it cost me a few friends but I just couldn’t bring myself to vote for a man who got himself a purple heart due to a self-inflicted war wound. No, admittedly I have not found any real evidence that supports this theory but he wasn’t exactly forthcoming when the accusations were made. Sorry but if someone were accusing me of something this heinous, I’d copy and print every single piece of documentation I had to prove you wrong. He didn’t do that.

Obviously Bush won. And then went on to make sure Katrina happened. And the Mississippi flooded. And the debt continued to rise. And every other issue that people STILL blame him for, to this day, in 2013.

Next up – McCain vs Obama. I voted for McCain in 2008. My reason: neither of these men had what it took to run this country. We were fighting an uphill war with seemingly no end in sight. But I didn’t feel that Obama could run this country without having served it.

I think I was right. More and more every, single day.

I don’t get wrapped up in this “where is he from” nonsense. Do I think he should have been more forthcoming with his birth certificate and all that? Absolutely. Why not shut everyone down from the start? Don’t you know, in the good ol’ United States of ‘Merica, you are guilty until proven innocent. Duh. That’s why there are investigators who investigate, detectives who detect, and people who pick and dismiss juries basked on the amount of info you already know. People are gonna find this shit out.

Anywho — so Obama has never served in any Armed Force. That bothers me.

The military is comprised of the different branches, this we already know, but to really REALLY understand what happens behind closed doors, you have to serve. You have to experience first hand, in my opinion, to really hold any weight and merit to attempt to run it.

I get it. The POTUS is merely the lightning rod. He will take the fall for the decisions that 150+/- congressmen make. He will receive the praise and the blame. Well to that, I say:

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I mean, really?

If I could speak before congress and the POTUS, I would ask one simple question: Would you want your sons or daughters working for people like you?

They have it so incredibly easy. They sit in their comfy, high-backed chairs and play poker and candy crush all day while we’re struggling. I know it was my choice to be in the military. I chose this life for myself. My husband, bless his heart, is ok with us moving. We understand the issues that can arise. But we weren’t, at all, prepared for the $1600 a month pay cut that we’d take (just from my salary, alone), because we were told to move from Maryland to Maine. Or that we were being sent to a place where it would take almost a year for my husband to find any type of job. We get it. That’s what we signed up for. Now, for the record, I do live in military housing so yes, I have a pretty good set up. I have a roof over my head and the heads of my family, my electricity, heat, and water are provided by the military. What isn’t covered is any means of communication (phone inside the house which I could see both sides of them paying or not paying), and any amenities. I can’t complain about that.

What I didn’t sign up for, however, was to have my pay to be used as a bartering chip.

This is our livelihoods, gentlemen and women. This is how we pay our bills. This is what keeps me from having my car repossessed and what keeps my credit in tact, which is what I need to continue working because I have to be eligible for a security clearance. This is what I use to put food on my table, gas in my car, and diapers and clothes on my child’s back. They have never had to worry one day of their lives about potentially not having enough money to stop and grab milk on the way home, or wondering if we can possibly make the last bit in the bank acct stretch because there are 19 days between pay checks. They don’t have to worry about advancing to a certain rank by a certain date to ensure they get some type of decent retirement.

People say I have no right to complain because I have free healthcare. It’s true. I do. But what people fail to see is that the health insurance that they so publicly cover is nothing more than a glorified HMO. I have to beg and plead with my PCM (PCP to you civilian folks) to go to an ortho to get my knee looked at. And if that PCM doesn’t see the need, I don’t get to go. I can go but I’d be paying out-of-pocket. And really, who can afford that? Sure they paid every last cent of my hospital bill to have my daughter. But I was sent to the lowest bidding OB/GYN and the care reflected it. Only one, ONE, out of NINE of those OB/GYNS didn’t make a comment about it must be nice to get my stuff for free.

Why does my pay, the money I work hard to earn, the money I get paid for being on call 24/7, have to get called into question? No, I don’t think I should have to pay federal taxes because federal taxes pays my salary. SALARY, I don’t get overtime. The days where I miss my daughter’s bedtime, I don’t see my husband for 2-3 days at time, or the missed time with my visiting family, I don’t get compensation. It’s called “doing my job”. I don’t get to just work remotely because it’s more convenient. I can’t rush my workday so I can make it on vacation. I can’t send my family to the Bahamas with the promise of signing a bill over the phone or via email.

My hard-earned paycheck is being brought into question because some grown men can’t relinquish their stubbornness to see the greater good of the country. Everyone said Hilary wouldn’t be a great POTUS because she’s too emotional. I’m willing to bet that bitch can balance a checkbook. Just Sayin’. I was told I’m lucky because we received word that the MIlitary Pay Act was signed. Until when? When is the next time we have to worry about checking our bank accounts and not seeing a deposit on the 15th or last day of the month?

I invite Congress and the POTUS to walk in our shoes. Some of Congress has. But I invite them to do it again. Let go of your fancy sports cars and your 6+ figure pay checks. Forget that you’ll continue to earn that much money when you’re retired. How well will you work when you don’t know if you’re going to make it home that night because you might be on a SAR case or you have duty or, God forbid, you’re deployed to an undisclosed area of the middle east?

We all signed an oath, to protect this country from all enemies, both foreign and domestic. However, sometimes I have to wonder, how “domestic” are the domestic enemies? We signed up for this life. We signed up for the trials and tribulations. We signed up to defend and honor the Constitution. But I find myself wondering, is there going to be anything left to fight for and defend when you all are finished fighting?

I find it amusing, I was watching an episode of “10 Things You Didn’t Know” on Discovery and it was about the White House. I, personally, learned the First Family is charged for their meals and anything that they need, personal wise. I find that fascinating. I find it even more fascinating that some of our former First Ladies were “appalled”. Why? Why should you get a free ride? Some of your husbands weren’t all that great. Why should we foot the bill for you to live completely free?

Now we’re onto Obamacare.

This was a brilliant idea, he said. This will change America, he said. This will be what America needs, he said.

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I don’t think he knows what he wants. But he refuses to admit he might have been wrong.

Instead, Obamacare is causing insurance companies to drive up the cost of premiums, kick people off plans that they were completely ok with being on, employers are having to drop people back to PT work so they won’t have to pay for their insurance because it’s too dang high.

Yet, I’m still sitting here, asking myself: Would Congress and the POTUS be ok with their children living in this kind of world, trying to make it on their own?

NaBloPoMo – Nov 16th

25 Things About Me

I know I’ve done this before but there is one of those annoying “Like My Status And I’ll Give You A Number”. I’ve seen some people do it 4 times. 29 facts later, I know all but their shoe size…That’s just a lot of information for FB to handle. But I decided

1) I wear a size 5.5Y workboot. I have ridiculously small feet. It’s abnormal. I’ve heard all of the jokes. “Did you break into TRU and steal GI Joe’s combat boots?” and “How do you not trip more?” and my personal favorite, from my old supervisor on the ship “We can’t find you boots from this distributor so I’m going to need you to go stand in shit and hope your feet grow”. I’ll get right on that.

2) I’m a Car Rockstar. I’ve attracted a LOT of attention and have had people outright point and laugh at me as I drive by because I sing (and sometimes dance) while I’m driving down the road. Sometimes I’m Carrie Underwood, other times I’m Jessica Simpson. I’m even part of the TSO during the holiday season. It depends on my mood.

3) I ran a 5K, a 10K, and a Half Marathon in 2013. I know this seems like it’s not a big deal at all but to me, someone who was 217lbs at delivery, having packed on a substantial amount of weight during my pregnancy, this is a huge accomplishment for me. I call myself an “accidental runner” because I never intended to fall in love with this sport. I started the C25K as a resolution for Feb through April and it skyrocketed from there.

4) I’m deathly scared of water I can’t see the bottom of. I know, I know. “But Lara, you’re in the Coast Guard”. I understand the confusion. I just don’t go in water I can’t see the bottom of, whether it be a lake, river, ocean, etc. I did go into the ocean while I was in Hawaii because I could see the bottom, but even then, I didn’t go past my knees. I wanted the option to run if I needed to. This started during swim call in 2001. I jumped off the side of the ship, into the Caribbean Ocean. I got some goggles and, under me, a school of hammerheads. I made like Jesus and walked on water. No Thanks.

5) I entered the Coast Guard when I was still 17 yrs old. I didn’t know what I wanted to be when I grew up but I knew I needed to get away from my mother and sister so I signed up. My mother had to sign the papers so I could leave since I was still, legally, a minor. I turned 18 during the last week of¬†Basic Training.

6) I’m taking college classes and working towards¬†a BA in Hospitality Manangement with a concentration in Event Planning. Yea. I don’t know why but I love planning parties. I don’t¬†really like dealing with people, especially when they are at a particularly shrill time in their lives but seeing the faces of people who are impressed makes it totally worth it. I thrive on pleasing people. Even though I don’t give a shit what people think of me, I like to see people pleased.

7) I’ve driven across the Bridge Between The Americas. It’s just like any other bridge except it connects North America and South America. I did this when I was in Panama. While I was there, I crossed through the Canal. It’s annoying and a pain in the ass because it took forever. And it rained the entire time.

8) I’m obsessed with the History Channel, the Freemasons in particular. E and I will DVR and watch any and all shows relating to the Freemasons. I actually know some members of the Masons and while they tell me a lot of these shows are propoganda, I still love them and find them absolutely fascinating. I love making the connections to how their actions created our country.

9) I am one of the most loyalest and most fiercely protective people you will ever meet. I’m hard to get to know. I don’t like people in, very easily, because I’ve been hurt by “friends” but once you’re in, I’ve got your back. I still have the same 3 best friends that I’ve had since kindergarten. We’ve lost touch through some years and my first marriage almost destroyed them, but they’ve remained by my side and I know, if I were to call them tomorrow, crying, one would ask if I needed her to come up to Maine, another would tell me the guest room is clean and to come back to MD, the third would ask me if she needed a shovel or cement. They get me. No matter how long between visits, we pick right up where we left off. If you mess with my family or my friends, I will come after you and make your life hell. I hold grudges for a long, long time.

10) I have OCD. It’s not awful. Like, I don’t have to walk in and out of a door frame 13 times before I can sit down but my DVDs are alphabetized, my CDs are organized by genre and then alphabetized, I have to count my daughter’s Little People before I can go to bed (once, Snow White was missing, and I tore our living room apart to find her), the TV or radio volume must be on an increment of 5. At any given time, the TV in our house is either way too low or way too loud. When I run, I have to end at an even time. I either have to run for 30 mins or 35 mins. I can’t stop at 32 mins. I try to time my mileage to my clock because it drives me batty to have 30 mins but only 3.32 miles. My mileage needs to be an increment of 5, as well.

11) I played the trumpet in elementary and middle school. I wasn’t fantastic or anything but I only started playing because I knew me practicing it would drive my mother bananas. She got the last laugh because she would send me over to a friends house to practice with him and his mother. Touche Ma. In hindsight, I wish I had played the clarinet.

12) I was the best parent I have ever met…before I had a child. Before I had Beanie, I used to roll my eyes at the parents that complained about being tired or how hard being a Stay At Home Mom (SAHM) was or how much laundry needed to get done, etc. I was all “dude, the kid sleeps. It can’t be THAT hard”. Then I had Beanie. She was an easy baby so I still got my “chores” done but the lack of sleep – that about did me in. I still don’t think it’s that hard to get things done with a child in the house but I rarely ever admit that for fear that I’d further fuel the Mommy Wars.

13)¬† I despise being called “Mommy”. I have called myself “mama” ever since Beanie was born. E refers to me as “Mama” when he needs Beanie to recognize me in some way, shape, or form. Beanie, in turn, has never called me “Mommy”

14) I think the “Mommy Wars” are the dumbest f**king thing ever. I think it all started from a mother who insisted she knew everything and when someone dared to differ from her way of thinking, it became a huge deal. Now, the people who continue the war, I think, are the most insecure. The people who will BF in public simply for a reaction, the people who stop others to tell them the carseat isn’t correct (when they aren’t asked), the people who tell people formula is poison. There are people from every department and, just once, I’d like everyone to STFU and understand that no one knows what’s best for any child but they’re own. And, for the love of all that is Holy, if you don’t have a child, you don’t have a dog in this fight so please keep your opinions to yourself.

15) I have 10 tattoo “pieces”. I have “Deifuir” on the top of my shoulder (it means¬†“Sister” in Gaelic), “Nochtann Gra Noi”¬†with a shamrock¬†between my shoulder blades (it means “Love Reveals Beauty” in Gaelic), 4 Japanese characters on my lower back (they are supposed to¬†mean: Courage, Beauty, Love, True” but they probably mean Chicken Noodle Soup),¬†“There You’ll Be” with my¬†uncle and grandfather’s¬†initials under it, a Honu turtle on my stomach (under my belly button) with “True to One, Enemy to None” which is a play on Ben Franklin’s speech and also stolen from Dee, a hibscus on my right foot, a¬†teal cherryblossom with Beanie’s name on my¬†left wrist,¬†a support ribbon on my left side ribcage¬†with “Unbreakable Strength”¬†over it and my maternal grandfather’s birth date (18) in roman numerals, and¬†three sparrows on my right¬†side ribcage. I’m planning on getting “V, X, XII.I” on my left calf to represent the races I’ve run (5K, 10K, Half Marathon).

16) I can touch my nose with my tongue. I’m pretty sure I was drunk when I figured this out but yea. I have a freakishly long tongue.

17) Some of my greatest friends are people I’ve met on the internet. When I was planning my first wedding, I joined the message boards on WeightWatchers.com. Now, 8 years later, I’m still FB friends with a lot of them and, a lot of them I’ve never met in person.

18) I’m extremely opinionated. I, often times, make a terrible first impression because I speak my mind but one thing I pride myself on is that I won’t ever say anything behind your back that¬†I wouldn’t or haven’t already said to your face. I once threw someone off during an argument because I corrected them when they said “well you said…”. I interrupted them and said “no, what I said was…” and that was actually worse than what they thought I had said. It ended up ending the argument because I was truthful and forthcoming. Most people think it’s that I lack a filter. It’s just that I’m opinionated and have zero tolerance for the bullshit.

19) I hate birds. I hate them with a passion. I can’t eat outdoors because I am too distracted with where they are and how close they are to me. I have them tattooed to me for a Sailor tradition but actual, real life birds, I don’t want them near me. I was running once when three turkeys came out of the bushes. I screamed and took off.

20) I am a HUGE Ravens Fan.

I grew up, born and raised in Baltimore and I remember when the Ravens came to Baltimore in Aug of 1996. I went to high school with a guy that played for the Ravens (he's now out of the NFL due to a severe knee injury). I've met several players from the Ravens.

I grew up, born and raised in Baltimore and I remember when the Ravens came to Baltimore in Aug of 1996. I went to high school with a guy that played for the Ravens (he’s now out of the NFL due to a severe knee injury). I’ve met several players from the Ravens.

21) I’ve traveled to a lot of places but still haven’t hit the places on my Bucket List. With being on the ship, I was given the opportunity to travel all over the place. I can’t say “world” because it was narrowed down to North and South Americas but I had an absolute blast. I spent my 19th Birthday in NYC (after 9/11), my 20th birthday in Manta, Ecuador, in addition to hiking through the jungles of Costa Rica, seeing the drug slums of Colombia, the lush terrain (but shitty economy) of Haiti, Guantanamo Bay, Cuba, Jamaica, to name a few. I still have the clay fish that K stole for me in Costa Rica. He stole it to make me feel better after a monkey pooped on me. I still want to make it to England, Scotland, Ireland, Greece, and Italy. Someday, I hope.

22) I’m pretty positive that I’m addicted to York Peppermint Patties. I eat a ridiculous amount of them. I’m pretty sure those are the blame for my weight gain.

23) Contrary to my friends, I did NOT know I would be marrying E when I first met him. So many of my peeps have said “I knew I was gonna marry my man when I first met him”. That wasn’t me. I thought we would just be friends and I could take advantage of him and make him take me to dinner. That backfired. But in a good way ūüėČ

24) Reality TV is my non-food addiction. If there is a reality TV show on, chances are I probably DVR it, unless it’s Big Brother. I don’t understand that TV show. I DVR The Amazing Race, The Real Housewives of Everywhere (except DC), Survivor, those godawful MTV shows, to name a few.

25) I’ve never not lived near the water. Where ever I’ve lived, I’ve never been more than 20 miles from the water, whether it be the bay or the ocean.

NaBloPoMo – Nov 15th

Day 15: If you could quit one bad habit instantly without difficulty, which would it be?

Oh. Ma. Gawd.

The Hair Twirling.

I’m a hair twirler and I seriously need meetings to stop this shit. I will find a chunk of hair and I will run my fingers down it over and over and over and over. It’s almost like a nervous twitch. If I wear my hair down, you can guarantee that I will have one chunk of greasy hair by the end of the day. I’ve had people threaten to cut it off if I didn’t stop.

Now, my p0or daughter. She’s inherited this from me. When she gets stressed or overwhelmed or tired, she will suck on one thumb and play with her hair with the other. She will twirl it around or simply “tease” it (pick it up and drop it, thus creating a rats nest).

This is what I saw upon the small human waking this morning

This is what I saw upon the small human waking this morning

It drives me batty because, to wrastle it in the mornings, it creates WW 15 or 16, I can’t remember which one we’re on. It’s awesome if she were to leave it alone and be cute but, well, she’s two. She also has a perpetual Snooki bump.

I can't tame it unless I weigh it down

I can’t tame it unless I weigh it down

She has fairly longer hair, for a 2 yr old but it’s curly. I’m talking Shirley friggin Temple curly. She will never have to do her hair for a dance or fancy occassion if we can teach her to leave her hands out of it.

The Curls

The Curls

So far that’s my OCD and my hair issues that she’s inherited. How much worse is this going to get? That chapter is unwritten.

NaBloPoMo – Nov 14th

Day 14: Are you a morning person or a night owl?

I missed a day. Don’t tell on me.

Based on my last post, I think it’s safe to say I’m a morning person. I wake up no later 6:30 every morning. I physically cannot sleep any later.¬†I don’t mind it, it gives me time to relax before I start my day.

On the same token, I rarely stay up past 10pm. Ever. If it’s a work night, I’m usually in bed by 9. Seriously. My parents have called before, at 9:20pm, and I’ve slept through the ringing phone. Or if I do answer, my dad is all “sorry to call so late”. I’m an old woman, I won’t apologize for my life. I’ve always been like this, though. I need sleep.

It kind of worked out that my kid’s sleeping adjusted early on. I got lucky and she started STTN around 7w old. She would get up around 5p and go to bed around 10p. That worked for me. I could hand her off to E around 9, go to sleep, and see her in the AM. We became much better friends when she started that.

Now that it’s friday, it’s technically not a work night, I might live dangerously. I might actually stay up until 10. I don’t know though. WWE Smackdown comes on at 8, Modern Family is on, my DVR has some stuff on it that I need to catch up on. I might just go to bed early and wake up to a wonderfully full DVR. Seriously, I DVR shows that come on at 8, “just in case”.

I’m not ashamed of my Old Person Status.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to prep for my afternoon nap.

NaBloPoMo – Nov 13th

Day 13: What is your favorite hour of the day?

Hmm. I wake up at the butt crack of dawn. I’m talking, if I sleep past 5 am, it’s considered a waste of my day. I once slept until 7 and I was so dang disoriented, I felt like I had wasted my day, sleeping. E laughs at me because he thinks I have to “conquer the world” as soon as I wake up. I need to get my day in order. Dishes, laundry, cleaning, wrangling the child, etc. Whatever is on the list for that day. Saturdays and Sundays are my day for conquering.

But my favorite hour?

I’m going to say, for weekdays, 3pm. I get off work, I can go home and just sit for a min. I can decompress and just really chill, for the first time all day. I can change out of this monkey suit, put on sweat pants, and maybe even read a chapter of my book. I say that because, once Beanie gets home, I can only read if I retreat to the bathroom. And even then I fall victim to the constant “MAMAMAMAMAMA” coming from outside the door. If I’m really lucky, I get little fingers under the door.

For weekends, I’m going to say 6am. I know that’s a crazy hour for most but it’s the time the sun is coming up, I can enjoy a cup of coffee, the dog isn’t spazzing out yet, I don’t have to run around, rampant, packing the small human’s lunch and making sure she has all her junk in one bag, and I can just sit. I give myself an hour in the AM to sit and chill and then Beanie usually gets up, demanding food and a clean rear end. E gets up shortly after that, demanding the same (I only oblige one of those items for him, though). And then I begin my world conquering.

I’ve been on this same schedule for the last 13 yrs. I couldn’t sleep past 5 in Basic Training, had to be up by 7a for work, and my body is just trained for early mornings. I don’t mind. Sometimes I can score a nap when Beanie is napping or I can catch a chill day at work where people aren’t going nuts over the dumbest little things. It’s all a daily rotation.

NaBloPoMo – Nov 12th

Day 12: Name five things inside your refrigerator right now and how you feel about them.

1) Milk (whole and skim)

2) Grape Jelly

3) Teriyaki Sauce

4) Bleu Cheese (both block and dressing)

5) Shredded Cheese (mozzarella and cheddar)

How I feel about these? Well, they’re food. I adore love food. It’s one of my most favorite things in the world. For these 5 things though, this is how the Coastie household exists.

Milk – I can kill a gallon of Skim in about a week. Beanie and E will down a gallon within 3 days. We are a very calcium-healthy family, to say the least.

Grape Jelly – We like our PB & J’s. Now that Beanie has entered her 2-year-old-hunger strike, PB & J is really one of the only things keeping her alive.

Teriyaki Sauce – I love a good teriyaki marinade. I prefer to mix this with honey and garlic and make it a little sweeter. It also is less salty then soy, which it good for the scale.

Bleu Cheese – If it was socially acceptable to swim in a vat of bleu cheese, I would. I use bleu cheese for everything. Broiled on top of steaks, topped on Buffalo encrusted chicken, dressing for dipping carrots into. It’s a mah-velous creation.

Shredded Cheese – Mozzarella for homemade pizza and Cheddar for homemade anything else. Homemade potato skins have become a family favorite during football season and cheese is a must for those.

I feel constricted narrowing this down because, now that my husband has become a fan of the kitchen, we’re acquiring more and more food/seasonings/sauces. I think these are my 5 favorite and the 5 that I’m most likely never to run out of.

rachelkern152

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