a whole bunch of nothing

This weekend has been lazy and lovely. Friday, we went out for some amazing sushi with friends. We had Bunny with us—she was a gem as usual. I was really beginning to feel like an outcast until we hooked up with this couple (Dumbhead works with him). They are newly married and she is due to have a baby girl sometime in March. It just feels good to be with people who are in a similar place as you. It also feels good to eat a meal you didn’t cook…oh yeah, and Sake-bombs feel good too. Me likey.
We spent the rest of the weekend watching movies and napping; it was heaven. DH works so much and even when he is home, he is usually doing something for work on the computer. Sometimes I feel bad for him. Sometimes I feel guilty that I get to spend every waking minute with my girl and he only gets minutes a day.
There was no office work to be done this weekend and it was obvious that he wanted to take the reins with Bunny. I was happy to sit back and let him take care of her…as long as I could be in the room. It’s not that I don’t trust him, I just like to watch the way he does things. I have to admit that he gets the job done—it’s just different from the way I do it. I can say one thing for sure, the guy has enthusiasm and that goes a long way!
I am feeling peaceful tonight…it’s kinda nice.

ban the bling

The jewelry stores are on the attack and they are waging a campaign tantamount to the last month of an election year. Every five minute we are bombarded with these ridiculously sappy TV and radio commercials…

“Celebrate the journey of your love…for the low price of $1999.95”

If my husband bought me a Journey diamond necklace for Christmas I think I would punch him in the nuts. Really? Seriously? You think I want the same dorky piece of jewelry that every other wife is getting (because the marketing gods say we need it)?

I am far from anti-jewelry, believe you me! It’s just that I could think of a million other things that are cheap or FREE that I would want so much more. How about a coupon book of a foot-rub a month for a year?? Or a night out with the girls, or a spa day or a romantic massage…there’s a million things you could do.

Maybe I never noticed before, but Christmas is so damn commercial. WTF is up with the gift card situation?? You might as well just give the person cash and be done with it. We give gifts to show our love or appreciation….Well, this year I loved you fifty dollars worth.

It is an insult to the spirit of giving! I don’t need a gift card or an iPod to feel loved.

This is bullshit and I protest. No expensive gifts in our house. No going into hock to compete with others. To my friends and family, this year you get my love, a snapshot of my kid and the comfort of knowing we are finally being responsible with our money. And that is all we want from you in return

Dang it all to hell

I have been trying to work on this monster-can of mine for as long as I can remember. I still have 10-15lbs of baby weight to lose, then, I still need to go another 50lbs to be at my ideal BMI. Yeah right, and monkeys might fly out my butt. I’ll be happy if I can lose 50 altogether.

So, I’ve been watching the Biggest Loser and it gets me all fired up. I know that it has shameless product placement, but I don’t care. I wish it was on everyday so I could be reminded that I am not a human garbage disposal—I am a woman on a mission. I was doing so well with my diet today…and then I wasn’t  I hate it when I make it so far only to shit the bed in the last few hours of the day. I must do better tomorrow

tick tock

Is it possible that my girl is five months old today? Everyone tells you that the days go by so fast, but I never thought it could be like this. I feel so blessed that I can stay home with her—I don’t want to miss a thing. I know I will go back to work someday…that will be a sad day.

Lately, I have come to realize that nothing is gross when it is your own kid. I guess it is still gross, but it doesn’t ‘gross me out’—KWIM? I hunt for boogers, scrape poop-paste off of diapers (we do cloth)…nothing phases me. If we’re being honest here, I like the way my kid smells—even when she smells like bunny cheese. It’s all part of her so I can’t help but love it.