tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53077210950992065732024-02-06T23:33:33.626-08:00Kiss My GritsJust a place where I can rant if I need to. Praise if I can. List my hopes and dreams if I have any. Be silly if I decide to. And if you don't like it...YOU CAN "KISS MY GRITS"!Breezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14253296308936137481noreply@blogger.comBlogger55125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307721095099206573.post-88556604620335624212009-09-21T13:37:00.000-07:002009-09-21T13:39:52.360-07:00It's my NOOFUS!I'm not feeling much like smiling. Had a great weekend, away for a night with the hub...baby with Nana. So I should feel like smiling, but...It was raining when I woke up this morning. Now it's pretty, but I've been inside all day. Inside, stuck inside working. Two friends had fun birthday weekends, but I couldn't celebrate with either of them. Stuck in FL, here in FL for 10 more months. Missed my workout class twice last week. It was making me feel so good, that has made me feel guilty, yucky guilt and fat rolls. <br />
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BUT, Josh has gone to pick up Noofus (the nick' of the nickname "Goofus Noofus", it sooo fits him)...and that makes me smile. I'm smiling just waiting to see his smile, his big big Noofy smile. <br />
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I think I'll smile all night. Yep, made my mind up, just gonna do it. He deserves it (plus he 'causes it).<br />
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YAY! They're here! Mommy's coming to squeeze you!<br />
(Thank goodness for him.)Breezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14253296308936137481noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307721095099206573.post-78579865583694025972009-09-11T10:30:00.000-07:002009-09-11T10:30:26.756-07:00Cellophane, Mrs. Cellophane“…Should have been my name, Mrs. Cellophane. ‘Cause you can look right through me, walk right by me and never know I’m there…” Did you catch it? That was a <em>Chicago</em> reference (and I might be off a little on the exact wording of the lyrics, I know, get surprised because I pride myself in knowing the RIGHT lyrics).<br />
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Well, lately this is how I feel. For a while I’ve felt “uninteresting” at best. I mean, I don’t have good work stories…heck, most people don’t even understand what I do. But at least when I was “at home” I had friends who I could hang with and feel like me and be me…even if “me” isn’t as fun as I used to be. <br />
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It’s just seemed worse since we’ve been in Florida. I’ve become even more invisible. I mean, I still communicate with people at work. They don’t seem to have forgotten about me. But my LIFE is not work. I do NOT want my LIFE to be work. So it’s hard, being here, alone, to have a “life” that’s mine. Every time I hear from my parents it’s “How’s my grandson” or “How’s school going for Josh”. It’s like I don’t exist. I’m sure no one even knows what to ask about me…and that’s fine…except, I’m still here. Living, breathing, working hard, taking care of my family, cooking every night, making lists of “to-do’s”, making sure of this and that, doing the budget, planning, thinking, dreaming…still here, didn’t vanish.<br />
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I really don’t want to make this a long pity party or anything or toot my own horn-BUT COME ON! Does no one (except Josh, he says he realizes) realize this is the HARDEST ON ME?! All the grandparents are sad about is that they can’t see their grandson whenever they want (thank God, I actually am enjoying having my family to myself). All my friends miss me…but they have other friends and coworkers they see. I’M HERE ALL BY MYSELF. Josh at least has one friend he came here with and he’s in school and meeting people everyday. I carried and birthed the baby…I moved away from my friends and family to sit at home and work by myself (which I’m grateful for, don’t get me wrong)…but NO ONE SEEMS TO CARE ABOUT ME. Now, I’m using a lot of “no one” and “everyone” and all that…my friends to tell me that they miss me and I know they understand it must be hard. But you can’t know it until you’re doing it what you really will end up feeling like.<br />
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I could say more…and I would…but well, I’m in a better place today and don’t really feel like dredging it back up. All this to say…mommy’s are pretty awesome people. You shouldn’t forget us just because are kids or husbands seem more interesting…makes me feel uninteresting, unintelligent and dull. I used to be fun. At least I thought I was. (That being said, there’s nothing more fun than talking about my baby. I sound mixed up don’t I? Ah well, one of these days, maybe I’ll be interesting in and of myself again.)Breezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14253296308936137481noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307721095099206573.post-81228101557060438592009-09-02T06:32:00.000-07:002009-09-02T06:32:05.970-07:00Duped!In attempt to make some friends (I use that loosely as I already have real, true, actual and the best friends ever) here in sunny FL I have been talking more with the mommies I see at daycare, keeping an eye peeled for peeps with wee ones in our complex, and I even joined a local mommy group online.<br />
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I got so excited the other day when I was out letting Charly pee. Josh was out of town so I had the door open so I could see Connor playing on the floor inside. When I spied this female; I couldn’t tell if she was young or older or old…so I hesitate using “lady” or “woman” or “girl”. And since we’re on the subject, why is there no name for people my age. To me a “lady” is grandma’s age, a “woman” is my mom’s age and a “girl” can be anything that’s college age or younger…WHAT ABOUT ME? MissIminmy30’s. Do you have any good names for my generation? <br />
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Wow, off topic much?<br />
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Back to the point. I spied this person pushing a stroller down the sidewalk. The inner monologue went something like this:<br />
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Oh cool, another mommy! I wonder how old her baby is. Oh I hope she doesn’t turn the corner before she gets down here. I hope Charly doesn’t bark at her. What will I say? “Hi, how old is your baby? Mine is almost 9 months, he’s right inside, see him? Oh how cute he/she is…what’s his/her name? I’m Brianne, we just moved here from NC. Are you from FL?” Crap, she’s turning the corner. ::BARK BARK:: That wasn’t Charly barking…dang, that stroller has a dog in it. I don’t think we’ll be friends…Breezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14253296308936137481noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307721095099206573.post-80723426769250607122009-08-28T06:11:00.000-07:002009-08-28T06:12:41.016-07:00ConnieApparently my son has a new name. His daily progress reports come home with “Connor” written on top, but then once you scan down to the bottom, in the “comments” section it says something like this:<br /><br /> “Connie had a great day today! We sang songs and he enjoyed painting an apple for our class apple tree. Connie needs more diapers”<br /><br />Very interesting, I’m so glad to hear Connie is doing so well. Perhaps Connie’s mom will purchase diapers for us. I hope she got the message.Breezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14253296308936137481noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307721095099206573.post-694243052456473662009-08-27T12:46:00.000-07:002009-08-27T12:48:25.587-07:00WDMBG?(Where did my Breezy go?)<br /><br />Well, Florida…I went to Florida. That’s not my excuse for not blogging for, oh 6 months now. I have been following some blogs, but to be honest have found it hard to care about blogging when there’s this cute little fellow attached to my leg (yes, the other day he actually ATTACHED himself to my leg with tears in his eyes because “Oh no mommy, you cannot leave the living room. Whatever will I do with you 10 feet away in the bathroom. Wear a diaper woman so thou shalt not have to pee…EVER! I WANT YOU TO STAY RIGHT HERE WITH MEEEEEEE!”-PS, my son most definitely will be taught to say “thou shalt not” because I think it would be hilarious!).<br /><br />Where was I? Oh, yes, Florida. We’re here…there…eh…whatev’, you get it. I could pretend that my life has been ohsovery interesting and play “catch-up” with you. But, I’m not. I’ll give you this:<br />-I’ve been working-a lot<br />-Connor’s been growing-a lot<br />-Josh has been studying-a lot<br />-we went to the beach-was awesome!<br />-Josh took the BAR-it’s awesome that he’s done (waiting on results!)<br />-we packed up our entire lives and moved to FL-feels awesome have that over with<br /><br />See, you’re caught up!<br /><br />Currently, Josh has started back to school (has gotten sick and we hope it’s not the Swine Flu-so far no “oinking” sounds, so we’re probably good). Connor is in daycare (has had 2 accidents which warranted phone calls home-so far no calls today due to bumps or scrapes, so hopefully he’s good). I have started working from home! My office is set up in the 3rd bedroom (have been working away-so far I have not organized the “office”, so that’s not good). Trying to get into a routine and hopefully see some Florida sights on the weekends!<br /><br />Oh please let me be tan and 30lbs lighter by the time we move back to NC. (Project, “30lb Shed” is underway-enrolled in an 8 week “Ultimate Get Fit Challenge” at the local gym. Updates will follow, since I start on Monday.)<br /><br />Until next time…(kiss my grits)Breezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14253296308936137481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307721095099206573.post-21320064996159630362009-02-16T08:03:00.000-08:002009-02-16T08:07:53.582-08:00Like takin' candy from a baaaby!Seriously? Who coined that phrase? They must not have had children. The phrase is meant to mean that something is easy. HOWEVER, have you ever taken candy from a child (not a baby, babies shouldn't have candy) or (gasp) told them they couldn't have that candy right then? I've seen it in action...not with my own mind you. But I can imagine what Connor will be like. Geez, you take the bottle out of his mouth to, heaven forbid, burp him (dude, you hate the gas pains and hunger pains that come when you spit up!) and 9 times out of 10 he SCREAMS.<br />So, just a random Monday thought...but I think we should rethink this phrase.Breezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14253296308936137481noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307721095099206573.post-69367370372857903852009-02-05T15:40:00.000-08:002009-02-05T16:35:32.988-08:00Parental UnitsSo I could say that the reason I haven't posted in almost a month is because I'm totally wrapped up in my little man, reading the "Twilight" series, sleeping, cleaning, watching TV...and it would all be true. But, mostly I think it's because I can't bring myself to type what's been on my mind and I haven't had anything else on my mind to type.<br />I haven't talked much about my family here. Mostly what I discuss is about me personally. I usually try to be lighthearted and even if the subject matter is serious or scary, I'll at least make an attempt at funny.<br />I've never been one to keep my feelings inside. I wear my life on my sleeve and if it comes up I'm not ashamed or embarrassed to talk about it. That being said, I also don't look for people to say "oh I'm sorry, that sucks" and I also realize that there are lots of people out there that can say "seriously, your life isn't bad at all compared to what I've been through". We all have our skeletons in the closet...we probably all need therapy.<br />So therapy, I'm supposed to be contacting my mom's counselor and going to see her. I was also supposed to do this years ago after the first "episode". I chickened out. Not because I don't think therapy/counseling/a shrink/someone might help. It's that once the "episodes" are over, I don't want to relive them. I want to pretend they never happened. That doesn't mean I forget, no, I don't forget. I just hate the big eared elephant in the room. But I've gotten to where as long as everyone is normal the elephant tends to move into another room.<br />WTH am I talking about? Well, ok...I'll try to explain myself. Again, I know your life was probably much harder than mine. I did and do have 2 loving parents, took dance and piano lessons, had cool clothes and even a car when I was 16...so poor pitiful me. Doesn't mean life was perfect...doesn't mean anyone's is despite what you might think you see. Saying it, talking about it, has always helped me.<br />I could type a ton of stories, stories of my parents divorce, being locked in a room when I was 4 to be kept safe from the arguement, the gun, the threats, the fighting even years after the divorce, feeling trapped and unsafe in my own home, the court case, the scariness, my father teasing me about my weight, my mother's husbands...but probably being "scared" sums it all up. My "scared" now turns to anger and I try to be as respectful as possible to my parents. I am now a parent and must try hard not to have my son see what I've seen (in me or my parents).<br />The first "episode" I was really aware of (I'm not sure if there were any prior to this) was about 7 years ago. I'd gone to my grandma's for Sunday lunch before I had to be back to work that afternoon. My mom was no where to be found when I got there. No one knew where she was. We were worried. It was odd for her not to be there especially since her only child had come into town for lunch and was on a tight schedule to get back to work. When she finally showed up for lunch she was livid. We'd (my aunt and cousins and I) gone looking for her and this apparently was the worst thing we could have done. She was yelling and fighting with her sister and upset with me. When I decided that I wasn't going to take it anymore, after all, I didn't live with her anymore, I was 22 and self sufficient. I got up to leave. That's when I saw the switch flip for the first time. She blocked the door so I couldn't escape. She started crying and acting, for lack of a better word, crazy. She grabbed me and wouldn't let go asking "what has the devil done". Totally freaked out and in tears now myself, with my aunt and grandma begging her to let me go. They tackled her and I ran out of the house and sped away. I can still see them lying on top of her in my grandma's living room. I hid for a day and then once I finally went back to my apartment she drove up every morning for a week and left messages on my car (a 45 drive for her). I finally conceded to talk to her. She drove us to a park (my first mistake because I'd never be able to leave of my own accord, therefore I never said everything I wanted, never let out all the anger, I felt trapped again). After that day, and until this day I could probably count on one hand how many times I've spent time alone with her. I fear that "craziness". Over the next few years I'd get emails or early morning phone calls, sob stories of "what's wrong with our relationship? what has the devil done to us?"<br />Despite my best efforts she doesn't listen when I actually try to tell her "what's wrong". She never actually lets me talk. She does the guilt trip thing when other people seem to know more about me than she does (though the hub and I swear we've actually told her the very things she claims not to know about us). I finally realized as of late that...she doesn't ask. When she calls, she tells me all about someone else or some other anecdotal story that has minimal relevance. She simply does not ask nor does she listen when I share.<br />I could go on and on...seriously.<br />The most recent episode occurred at the end of her visit after Connor was born. She was very helpful. Cooked, cleaned, fed the baby during the night, stayed out of our way each night so just the hub the baby and I could have family time...alone. Until Thursday night she was the perfect guest (time for her to leave on Friday). I was ready for her to leave, but mainly because I wanted things back to "normal" or for us to learn our new "normal". Earlier in the week she'd asked for a picture of Connor to take with her when she'd left. She doesn't have a camera (however she did run tons of errands and could have purchased a disposable one). The hub had 3 exams he was studying for all week and me, well, I'd just had a baby 5 days prior. Thursday night I escaped =) I went out on my own to Target to get more baby bottles and even some ice cream for myself. While at Target the lights went out...pitch black people...can't see your hand in front of your face BLACK! I was already suffering from crazy hormones I didn't need this on my first time out! Lights back on whew! Then before my heart could return to its normal rhythm...lights back out! I immediately decided to start moving to the exit when LIGHTS BACK ON. So I got the bottles and went to the closest register, paid and left. Went home. No icecream, nothing...just my baby's bottles. I got home, told my story and the first thing out of her mouth was "where's my picture"? Seriously? I apologized profusely, but it was not my intent to go back out...nor the hubs (LAW SCHOOL EXAM THE NEXT DAY...HELLO?!)<br />The next morning, almost time for her to leave, I tried to figure out how to print some from the camera. But the hub had his computer at school (LAW EXAM...HELLO?!) and I couldn't find all the cords, printer paper etc (I seriously tried hard). I went to take Connor to his grandma so she could feed him before she left (I figured she'd want to do that and I'd take a shower)...that's when the switch flipped again. I was attacked. Not physically this time...but with words. Purposely hurtful words. "If you'd appreciated what I'd been doing here all week you'd have remembered my picture...All I wanted was a picture to show the people I work with...Can't you understand how hard this is to leave with no picture...Why are you so compassionate to everyone else but me...I knew you'd be like this, just like your father...Apparently you have a closer relationship with (friend's name) mother than with me." It was all I could do to keep myself composed. If not for holding Connor I think I would have lost it (which I did later when the hub finally came home from his exam). How was that fair to do to me...I'd had a baby a week ago. Really? I was to blame? No, it wasn't the picture (that was just the icing on the psycho cupcake) it was that she's alone, in a tiny apartment, I have a beautiful baby, a loving husband, great friends...I have what she's wanted. She's jealous, envious...but not enough to hate me-she loves me too much for that.<br />I could give you so much more of the story. The many more phone calls, hurtful words, my promise to make an appointment with her counselor, that we changed our locks because I was scared (she doesn't know that part)...but now things are back to "normal". I forced normal much more quickly this time because of Christmas. I needed normal (as much as I can ever have that). I needed the stress to end. I needed to be concentrating on my child, being a mom, on me for crying out loud-because when it's only been days since you've had a baby you get to be selfish and think about yourself!<br />So, I've put off the therapy...again. I don't want to talk about it with anyone connected to her. Do I want it "fixed"..sure. Do I think it will be "fixed"...no. Would therapy help me deal with it better, accept it more...probably. Am I lazy, stubborn (and poor?) YES.<br />My mother is not the only one who drives me to therapy. My dad does his share. My dad is also selfish (ie only has negative things to say about the plans the hub and I have for our family regarding his grad school...SOOO not his life!). It's really easy to see when my parents are being selfish because their reasons aren't as logical (or at all) as they make them seem.<br />But that, is another post entirely.<br />I don't want to be them. I don't want Connor to avoid being alone with me. To hate to see my number show up on the caller ID. To think that he's not good enough for me. To think that all I want is something to brag about. To feel guilty because I made him feel that way because I was being selfish. I don't want to go "crazy".<br /><br />I want to be me...but those are the examples I have. Those are also the examples I have of marriage and the hub and I vow that we'll be different in our marriage (we both come from divorce and remarriage etc)...so far we're doing pretty great. I suppose I could try to see it that was as far as parenting is concerned.<br />That just scares me more. I don't want to mess up my precious boy.<br /><br />Thanks for listening/reading to what's been on my mind. I can't promise I won't pour out some other story again in an attempt to run from therapy and do it my own way.Breezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14253296308936137481noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307721095099206573.post-67555813774305202522009-01-08T17:00:00.000-08:002009-01-08T17:13:13.378-08:00Resolved!Now, it would make sense for my New Year's Resolution to be to lose weight. Most people resolve to do that this time of year and I have a great reason...I gained 50 lbs with that kiddo down there. I've lost 30 and I'd really like to lose at least 20 if not 25 more pounds. But, I fear if I make it my resolution then I just fall into the "cop out" resolution category. I would have needed to lose the weight regardless so I should pick something else.<br />After thinking about it I chose:<br />"To be 'good'."<br />This was inspired by the church sermon on Sunday, but I tweaked it to fit me. I'm going to work hard to be "good". Good in all ways of life. Good to God (join the church-this one is already in the works, pray more, appreciate him more, live for him more, etc etc). Good to others (be more patient, be a good mom-even when I'm tired, be a good wife-even when I just want to yell at him, accept people more, etc etc). Be good to ME (keep myself healthy-eating, exercise, and remember to be nice to myself, etc etc). I could have thrown in blog more...but that'll be part of "be good to me". I'm sure I'll need some venting time as this year will probably prove to be such an eye opening year full of crazy times and experiences.<br />I'm not really sure what my plan is for being good. I should probably think about that. But hey, I've at least thought about my resolution...now I just really have to keep it!<br />Happy New Year Y'all!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiQ0EIRJLentI9yYMptFakIUnCF3tNW33fbdSgY_VPQ5UDUvDa97oCIj_uwDFa67qmLLKQZyz6pR3D4n0QOciWpb1mCrDcRgUOVig3yAeEMZd2RGtaQMtJxKxTWyDE1xY-BMOD5JsFU0g/s1600-h/connornewyear.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiQ0EIRJLentI9yYMptFakIUnCF3tNW33fbdSgY_VPQ5UDUvDa97oCIj_uwDFa67qmLLKQZyz6pR3D4n0QOciWpb1mCrDcRgUOVig3yAeEMZd2RGtaQMtJxKxTWyDE1xY-BMOD5JsFU0g/s320/connornewyear.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289095727150298514" /></a>Breezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14253296308936137481noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307721095099206573.post-39619239344071516952008-12-10T18:20:00.000-08:002008-12-10T18:31:43.870-08:00The Game of Life<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVTYtsSQ-eqxgqf7762Ogat5tobWLC6A88KXFaczhc_sDDSKi8EGthMl66Xw2mOv_XERihqARjX0mvUuBIZ2NzrvGIucAhCXD9w3p-TtfU1olS0hyiEJSwZMrPcNg8VmwJhJ64auZcF2c/s1600-h/justnoses.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVTYtsSQ-eqxgqf7762Ogat5tobWLC6A88KXFaczhc_sDDSKi8EGthMl66Xw2mOv_XERihqARjX0mvUuBIZ2NzrvGIucAhCXD9w3p-TtfU1olS0hyiEJSwZMrPcNg8VmwJhJ64auZcF2c/s320/justnoses.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278353962293575922" /></a><br /><br />I think your dad said it best when he looked at me and said "We've won at the game of Life". I'd have to agree. You're perfect in everyway. Mommy can hardly believe you are 9lbs 3.6oz (yes, I put a decimal in there...as the one who birthed you I'm claiming every bit of you!) and 22 inches long.<br /><br />Every doctor and nurse we've seen have commented on how "great" you are, how awesomely cute, alert and well-behaved you are (of course it might just be part of their job, but your dad and I agree with them anyway!). You're perfect in everyway-did I already say that? You're the softest thing I've ever touched and I can't stop touching you, holding you and kissing you. Mommy sometimes gets bored easily, but I can't imagine that holding you and looking at you would ever bore me. I am in love. You are amazing.<br /><br />Mommy did a lot of picking on you because you were exactly a week late! Daddy and I checked into the hospital at 6pm Thursday night to receive some medicine over night to help mommy's body prepare for your arrival. Friday morning we were supposed to receive medicine to induce the labor process, but while that medicine was being ordered and mommy was eating breakfast (because they didn't expect labor to start for a long while) and showering...you started to come all on your own. In a big way. The contractions started, yes STARTED at 2 minutes apart and lasted 1 min 20 seconds each. Mommy felt like a big wimp because the pain was so intense...daddy was a real trooper and helped mommy every step of the way. Even with the paralyzing pain and vomiting (yucky) we all trucked along as best we could (hooray for "he he he whoooo").<br /><br />The doctor came in and saw mommy in pain, learned about the contractions and said "Are you ready for that epidural"...Mommy jumped (well, not literally) at that medicine! While I thought I'd be afraid of the needle in the back, I didn't care at that point! It worked IMMEDIATELY, life was great again and mommy kissed the anesthesiologist (well, not really...I think daddy would have let me though!). Daddy and I rested for a few hours and then mommy felt like she needed to get the party started and push. (A mean ol' nurse said "Well, you are ten centimeters, but you shouldn't start pushing...let your body do the work or you'll get worn out."...but being the type of mommy that she is, she advocated for herself-and you-and said "Well, I really think I want to try, it will make me feel better"...so we did). An hour later, you were in mommy's arms and she's not wanted to let you go since.<br /><br />Your daddy has been more amazing than anyone could know...I knew he'd be great, but he's almost as amazing as you are. Mommy has needed a lot of help and daddy has done it all perfectly. I haven't even changed one diaper, daddy is taking the best care of you and me. I love him more and more each day...he's amazing with you and I can tell you love him so.<br /><br />You're mine, you're daddy's and we're forever. It's more than I could have ever imagined and all worth it. I love you forever and always my beautiful boy.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoSRfZGAmYioHAYExHW-i9SWW4CEFjVJy8wi0clTYN9_bQ4UHlAQv96_4BIjxM0DpXdT5slqQumyWZWSo-574C_EIxoOwpkv8GOC3W35QVgpCv8DX9LLvXFAb01iTJ3YJDTPt2tTGwSJw/s1600-h/connorbear.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoSRfZGAmYioHAYExHW-i9SWW4CEFjVJy8wi0clTYN9_bQ4UHlAQv96_4BIjxM0DpXdT5slqQumyWZWSo-574C_EIxoOwpkv8GOC3W35QVgpCv8DX9LLvXFAb01iTJ3YJDTPt2tTGwSJw/s320/connorbear.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278354097233668962" /></a>Breezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14253296308936137481noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307721095099206573.post-77144495904426650282008-12-04T12:46:00.001-08:002008-12-04T12:55:41.547-08:00Triple Aaaack!So you'd think since I haven't posted that I'd had this baby already or something...at least that'd be a good excuse. But alas, 'tis not the case. I have been bored. Laid around the house, taken many a come-on-baby-get-out-already walk, done some cleaning, watched a few movies, decided to succumb to the Twilight phenomenon and read blogs. Write blogs-notsomuch. I just didn't have anything interesting to write about. Didn't want to complain about the rash that covers my body from ankle to belly button, how I've gained 50lbs and am FREAKED about how that will (or will not) come off, how bored, pathetic and READY I am to not be pregnant anymore...not to mention just READY to see, hold, touch, smell, kiss, snuggle my little boy (which, just still sounds crazy).<br /><br />I did want you to know, that if I go on another hiatus, it is because the baby has come. PRAISE THE LORD, I finally saw a doctor who feels my pain/itchiness (because really, the itchiness is enough to drive me INSANE IN THE MEMBRANE!) and I'm going to be induced! WAHOOOOOOO to the tenth power! I check into the hospital at 6pm (so we'll be leaving the house in about an hour and a half and holy crap the next time I set foot in my house I will have my baby with me!). <br /><br />If I'm dilated enough they'll start the pitocin tonight, if not I'll get some Cervidil to soften/dilate/efface the cervix and if that doesn't do the job well enough to start the pitocin in the morning...then well, I'm getting him cut out! I'll plan to post the birth story later...let's hope/pray/do a dance that it's very uneventful and boring to tell =)<br /><br />The next time we speak...I'll be a mommy-so you know what that means? I get to tell that nurse from oh so long ago that my "delayed menses" has turned into a BABY BOY!<br /><br />PS- They estimate Connor's weight to be 8lbs 14oz...so yeah, let's hope they're over estimating a bit!Breezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14253296308936137481noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307721095099206573.post-55381551037274812342008-11-11T05:00:00.000-08:002008-11-11T05:18:45.410-08:00Aaaack!Yikes! I haven't posted in a week...good grief. I really have no excuse especially since I've been on couch arrest all weekend and yesterday (possibly today, we don't know yet). Yeah so, quick update on me:<br />*blood pressure slightly high on Friday<br />*ordered to lay around all weekend<br />*blood pressure higher on Monday<br />*ordered to lay around all day<br />*doc appt moved to today at 10:30am<br />*nervous about what they'll say<br />In many ways I hope that they say "let's just go ahead and induce, since your BP is staying higher than we'd like". The reality of that is, I might freak out a bit. I mean, I have these moments of "WHEN WILL MY BABY GET HERE?! I'M SOOO READY!" They are usually followed by "BABY!? WHO'S HAVING A BABY? ME?! REALLY?! WHAT IF I CAN'T TAKE THE PAIN AND FREAK OUT AND WHAT IF HE DOESN'T LIKE ME OR I DON'T LIKE HIM OR I SPONTANEOUSLY COMBUST AND ARE YOU SURE THAT'S WHAT THIS BIG WIGGLY BELLY MEANS?!" Yeah...I guess that's all normal and stuff. It's just, I've been so excited and now that it's actually here (well maybe, well it's soon regardless) I'm having some freak out moments. <br />It kinda feels like the top of the water slide. You've waited all year for summer time to come and you finally convinced mom and dad to take you to the waterpark. Your cousins are flying down each slide laughing and having the time of their lives. You see this, you know how badly you want that too...but, you're scared-what if you're not as brave as them. You suck it up, singing to yourself (because that calms you down) you put the mat down on the slide, the kids behind you are waiting so you force yourself to go because as scared as you are you can't turn back now. It's pretty unnerving the whole way down, you're singing, you're praying (for what I don't know-that you don't fly out of the side of the slide or drown in the 2 feet of water at the end even though you know how to swim) and you make it to the end. You run out of the pool to the other kids and shout "which one's next?!" Wash-rinse-repeat.<br />Yeah, so I hope it's like that...especially since waterslides, in my experience, have been fun and painless!<br />I'll try to keep you informed, but if the baby appearance is imminent then it could be a while...or I could just be lazy like I've been for the past week and decided that there's nothing interesting going on in my life nor do I have anything worth reading to say, so avoid posting. Y'all keep posting though because I'm keepin' up with all of you!Breezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14253296308936137481noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307721095099206573.post-65158381706576332292008-11-04T03:53:00.000-08:002008-11-04T04:12:21.748-08:00It's a musical life...It will come as no surprise to many of you (if anyone is still reading, since I've been terrible about posting) that I LOVE MUSICALS! I am not a singer (though when I was younger my cousins and I sang quite often in our girl group "Kids in America"-we never really sought fame beyond the living room, but...) and despite my best efforts in college acting classes, I'm really no actress. But I love to watch them and dream about how I would LOVE to do that. Sing, dance, act, be on stage. Sometimes, when I listen to music I begin to reminisce about a time in my life that song reminds me of. Like yesterday, I heard Green Day's "Time of Your Life". Takes me back to freshman year of college, we were ice skating, I'd just broken up with my high school boyfriend and wondering if I'd done the right thing...then, I really listened to the words of that song "It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right...I hope you had the time of your life..." I felt better. <br /><br />There are other songs that take me back to high school, and college, and shakin' dat azz on Franklin St...I like to think of these songs as a soundtrack to my life. Different songs mean different things and many times make me want to be walking across UNC's campus, alone, sun hitting my face, yet there is a chill in the air...I'm young, happy, confident in my newly found independence and I'm heading off to Bruegger's for lunch. Happy times.<br /><br />That's not to say I don't have happy times nowadays, but some of my best memories take me back to college days. Life is about to change in ways that I can't even imagine. Whenever this baby boy decides to meet us here on the outside my life will never be the same. Happy will mean something new. Tiredness will take on a whole new level (so I hear) and my patience will be tried...My love will grow. But I really think I'll always be that little girl singing and dancing to Wilson Phillips in the living room "Hold on for one more day..." and hopefully I'll still be that high school cheerleader that listens to Green Day (mainly because the boy she had a crush on LOVED Green Day-some of you know who I'm talkin' 'bout) and mainly I hope I'll still be that carefree college chick that's just found independence walking across the greatest campus on the planet.<br /><br />I know the soundtrack to my life will continue to change, but hopefully only because I add more songs to it. Over the past year or so my hubby and I have come to really love the music of Josh Radin (played on Scrubs and Grey's Anatomy among others)...we recently got his new CD and it's the kind of music where you want to listen to the whole CD. You don't get tired of it because they don't play it on the radio (but they should)...some songs seem so deep and meaning full...and others take me back to that college campus and wonder if anyone felt this way about me (though these words don't describe me): "...she drives a vegetable car, diesal mercedes, green two door, I barely know who you are, Lisa Loeb glasses I'd sure like to ask you to stay..."<br /><br />Sounds silly, but it's such a fun song...I hope you hear a song that keeps you young and carefree today!Breezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14253296308936137481noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307721095099206573.post-30646118170988901982008-10-28T04:30:00.000-07:002008-10-28T04:33:08.307-07:00Two Questions Tuesday(basically I haven't posted in a LOOONG time and I have to hurry off to get ready for work...so this is what you get...I truly am interested though)<br />Questions:<br />1) If you could have any job in the world, regardless of pay, what would you want to do?<br /><br />2) What is a guilty pleasure you have that you're sort of embarrassed about?<br /><br />See a nice change from my disgruntled political post =)Breezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14253296308936137481noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307721095099206573.post-59319375221537396772008-10-17T14:11:00.000-07:002008-10-17T14:39:34.367-07:00So I've been silent...And I haven't said anything really about my political views or opinions. I haven't blogged about who I'm voting for and created my own personal election ad to "teach" you or sway you. But now, I have to say something...<br />I just saw a disturbing video online. I don't know how credible the source is, but I must say that I don't know how these people's words could have been misconstrued or taken out of context.<br />For fear of offending anyone from any particular region of the country, I won't even mention where the people in the video were from...suffice it to say, they are from one of the 50 states. The video is of people at a Republican rally being interviewed about their views of Obama.<br />Now...before I go any further, let me say this. Your beliefs are your beliefs. I certainly have my own and have done some research and think long and hard about things before I make any decisions. I don't make my decisions based off what my family does necessarily or even my friends. I value their opinion, but enjoy thinking for myself. I'm not the kind of person who likes to bombard people with my political views or my religious beliefs. That's not to say that I'm ashamed of either of the two or even try to hide them...I just realize you have the right for me not to be in your face about them. If you want to know, I will certainly talk with you about my beliefs. As long as you are really doing your research and thinking of the good of the people and not just yourself (not to say you yourself are not important) then I fully respect you and your beliefs.<br />I cannot respect ignorance when there are so many opportunities these days to be educated about the issues.<br />So, I rambled...The people in this video (yes, back to the point) said things like "I'm afraid if Obama is president then black people will rule the country and that's just not Christian." (That was soo hard for me to type, mind you, I'm quoting someone, but still...UGH!) Seriously?? I'll just be upfront...I'm a Christian and I've never been taught anything like that! People, that kind of shiznit scares me. Please tell me where in the Bible it says that anyone other than a white boy running our country is not "Christian". <br />I despise when people throw around what's "Christian" and what is "not Christian"...honestly I think it makes me look like I fall into their ignorant group because I am a Christian...but I'll tell you this, I'm not one of THEM.<br />To hear people say that Obama is friends with the terrorists and that anyone voting for him must have forgotten about 9/11 otherwise they wouldn't be voting for him due to his ties to Muslims...leaves me speechless.<br />These people were also saying that Obama thinks white people are "trash". Really?? I haven't heard that. I've heard Obama attack politics and I've heard McCain attack politics...and I've heard McCain correct people at his rallys for saying things like this against Obama. So really, where do these ignorant people get their "facts"?? <br />It scares me (sorry to keep using that phrase over and over...but I don't have a better way to put it) that there are people who will be so gullible to believe anything...and people who are crazy enough to spread such notions.<br />I have to say, I appreciate both Obama and McCain for standing up for each other (at times) on a personal level and trying to smash the ridiculous lies. For the record...neither candidate is perfect (yes, put that on the record!). I mean, I don't even agree with my husband 100% of the time, so I have a hard time believing that I'll ever agree 100% with any president...I don't agree with anyone 100% of the time...and you know what? That's ok, because that makes us individuals. <br />I feel as though I'm rambling, but you know, it's my blog and I can ramble if I want to. It scares me that my son might come in contact with one of those people I was talking about...I'm sure he will at some point in his life and he'll be stuck. Stuck because his mommy and daddy will have taught him that everyone is entitled to have their own opinions, and we will have taught him to respect people's beliefs. He'll be stuck because-how do you respect comments like that? How do you not want to yell at those people? How do you not want to tell them how stupid they are? Knowing all the while they think the same thing about you...except at least you know you're right and they're wrong...and all the while they'll know they're right and you're wrong. How do you explain that?<br />So, I voted today. Yep, did the early voting, did my civic duty, was patriotic, a good mommy and all that jazz...and I'm not going to be one of those people who tells you who you should vote for or what your beliefs should be (except maybe I did by insinuating that the people on the video were CRAZY)...just think. Use your noggin. And if you end up voting for someone that I didn't vote for, then I'll respect that. But don't vote for someone or not vote for someone because you're believing insane crap and racial ignorance.<br />Yeah, I guess I'm done now.Breezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14253296308936137481noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307721095099206573.post-43601876090697470062008-10-13T03:49:00.001-07:002008-10-13T04:00:36.755-07:00Oh where, oh where...have I been? Well, unfortunatetly I don't really have a good reason for not blogging. I know, yes, this will be a boring post. I had a baby shower this past weekend with my mom's family...they really outdid themselves and spoiled me (I see a trend here...but I'm not complaining). We celebrated my grandma's 88th birthday the same day. She was pretty funny at my shower, winning both games! (And NOT because we let her, but because she is ruthless...I'm not kidding, she didn't even let us win at games when we were kids!)<br />Last week at work was pretty normal, but also pretty busy. I was pretty proud of all the work I did and was trusted with. I actually got to take a call with the client we're working with (which is generally not something someone in my lowly position does), and I did great!I did take off and hour and a half early on Friday because I sooo needed it! The general consensus is that this baby is not waiting until Thanksgiving...which is fine with me, I just want him to wait until November, then he's free to make his grand appearance!<br />On an a health note...I should not be allowed to handle knives, plastic or otherwise for a long time! I cut my thumb pretty deep with a plastic knife at work and needed a bandaid. Then, last night while unpacking all my gifts and putting things away, I was using a knife to cut those obnoxious plastic ties that hold toys on (no, not the twisty ones, the ones that get tighter as you pull) it was like a jagged pocket knife ...yeah, I sliced about an inch long gash in my finger...I don't think it was crazy deep, but it bled like a champ! I screamed down to Josh "I'm bleeding" and then quickly added "from my finger!" Later he said he actually figured I'd cut myself and that it had nothing to do with the baby! He was good in the crisis. While it stopped bleeding pretty quick with the pressure and rinsing (and the bandaid) I still got a little woozy and needed to sit down and have some water.<br />Well, I'll update Connor's site in a day or so with shower info and baby room updates...See, told ya it would be boring...at least I did throw in some blood and gore for you!Breezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14253296308936137481noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307721095099206573.post-62698030522140692152008-09-25T17:30:00.000-07:002008-09-25T17:40:37.964-07:00WiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiWE have a Wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! Yay! I cannot even tell you how excited I am about the prospect of Rock Band being played at my house. I'll just take a quick sec to toot my own horn here...I ROCK AT THE DRUMS! Who knew?!<br />Now, in real life I own a guitar that I've been wanting to learn to play for years and I will ding dang it! One day, maybe whilst on maternity leave I'll dust off ye' ole gi-tar and learn to play a tune or two for mah boy! But I'm terrible at the Rock Band guitar (I truly don't think the strumming/buttons match up to the TV). So, Santa, if you're listening BRING MAMA ROCK BAND! (Incidentally I did register for a bib that says "My Mom Rocks" and I think it'd be really cool if I actually did! Watch out PINK I've got some rock moves too!)<br />Oh, disclaimer: No, we don't have the $$ to be buying a Wii right now, but a game store around here is running a deal where you can sell back your old gaming system (in our case a PS2) and some games for a Wii...so, like all mature 29 year olds my hubby took his birthday $$ and old system/games and bartered them for a Wii!<br />Besides Rock Band...the coolest thing I've seen is a game the hubby pointed out to me is Wii Cheer! YES A FRICKIN' CHEERLEADING GAME! Don't judge me! If you were never a cheerleader it's possible you don't understand, but think of something that you absolutely loved doing that you're too old to do now...and think about finding out it's in GAME FORM and has a workout mode that burns calories (which will come in handy to get your 17 year old cheerleader body back...ok, just your pre-baby body) so now you see what I mean. I AM STOKED!<br />AGAIN, SANTA, MAMA NEEDS TO BE A ROCKIN' CHEERLEADER! I've been a good girl =)Breezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14253296308936137481noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307721095099206573.post-59451646968245648342008-09-17T09:04:00.000-07:002008-09-17T09:14:19.080-07:00One of THOSE mothers...Yeah so, I didn't <em>want</em> to be one of those mothers, nor was I going to bombard this blog any further with all the preggo drama...BUT, due to hormones, general excitement and OMGIJUSTWANTTOKISSYOURFACE-ness of these, I'm posting pics of my 3D Ultrasound the other day.<br />Here's my little man!<br />smiling<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNYvuWLzTIfMkw212MKBnPLUatsu6rq7FE3AnU-sQY02IS-CdBPKU4SzA7eDEMpKb9c9I1PQX-7EQb_EcjWigyivLnqpjOaO1_PsUt717G4QUsYf_IKb_FsP2eaoapHnNjDtVGcHv7KJw/s1600-h/connorsmiles.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNYvuWLzTIfMkw212MKBnPLUatsu6rq7FE3AnU-sQY02IS-CdBPKU4SzA7eDEMpKb9c9I1PQX-7EQb_EcjWigyivLnqpjOaO1_PsUt717G4QUsYf_IKb_FsP2eaoapHnNjDtVGcHv7KJw/s320/connorsmiles.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247023033591599202" /></a><br />thinking<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZGIZRzLkloK-zGtjn8VYGTdEuhObMviHMrJmvL32_iW35DXR8vtwtfWlSpxG9IRjzuQWAK2HwWdw8OBM56Yi0DGzcqF7DiAahrU2_qAe9cn_TosMr_pNmBgv52B0ItIXI-ZJL6czV-Uo/s1600-h/connorthinking.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZGIZRzLkloK-zGtjn8VYGTdEuhObMviHMrJmvL32_iW35DXR8vtwtfWlSpxG9IRjzuQWAK2HwWdw8OBM56Yi0DGzcqF7DiAahrU2_qAe9cn_TosMr_pNmBgv52B0ItIXI-ZJL6czV-Uo/s320/connorthinking.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247023034462361250" /></a><br />yawning<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEaDogr_gYXFtg1TP4LT5YyvtEuLWGZnvP_DnUzztQnzzTGfT9Jq-XDkQ8DVZseXpmeNas001x9uMImDUFXbyiJsD0KkEP7mnq168D0jk3phi8_R39klGRnW_pG405QMRTtMXNR2Kqi4w/s1600-h/sleepybaby.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEaDogr_gYXFtg1TP4LT5YyvtEuLWGZnvP_DnUzztQnzzTGfT9Jq-XDkQ8DVZseXpmeNas001x9uMImDUFXbyiJsD0KkEP7mnq168D0jk3phi8_R39klGRnW_pG405QMRTtMXNR2Kqi4w/s320/sleepybaby.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247023040259853426" /></a><br />(Oh well...I'm one of THOSE moms!)<br />-PS-the darkness of his eye is just a shadow, I asked about that and checked out other 3D images online-yes, I'm also obsessive and feared my baby had already encountered a fight and had his first black eye!Breezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14253296308936137481noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307721095099206573.post-35995190998234948422008-09-16T10:28:00.000-07:002008-09-16T10:29:30.554-07:00It's 4:00am...do you know where your husband is?Guess where I found mine at 4:00am this morning?? Just guess...nope...uh-uh...wrong...you'll never guess it! Wait-who said that? That's right! He was in Connor's room, rocking in the rocking chair, holding the monkey we made at build-a-bear and reading tax! Cute as it was, I'm worried about him. This is the second night in a row I've caught him up around this time doing school work! He's in his last year of law school and with baby on the way and the BAR looming over him, money issues, interviews for jobs, responsibilities with school and the law journal-whew! He's got a lot going on!<br />I take for granted that he doesn't "shut down" like I do. I cry, pout, feel sorry for myself, get angry, refuse to do work and then at the last minute some how pull through get the job done. He seems so much stronger than that...and is, but that doesn't mean he doesn't stress.<br />I'm the one who obsesses and stresses about money...if we don't have a budget/plan in place then I freak out and can't focus on anything other than the budget until it's done! He however, sees himself as "the man"...the "provider". Not that he's all "a woman's place is the home" (though he has enjoyed the occasional "haha, you're barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen!") But I think these past few years of law school and accruing more debt and me being the only one bringing home a paycheck (except for this past summer-whew his paycheck helped!) has made him feel more pressure to have something amazing come out of these last 3 years of school.<br />Yes, it would be fabulous if he landed a big job...that he enjoyed...and that could pay for a new house (with a backyard for our son and dog), travel, new cars, etc. He knows I don't have to have those things-but we both definitely dream of them. Regardless of what job he gets, grades he attains or any honors or recognitions...me and the boys (the dog and the baby) will love him no matter what...just because of who he is.<br />I just hope he doesn't stress himself out too much! Keep him in your thoughts...that he sleeps at night! (though he claims he believes it's Connor waking him up saying "daddy, get used to this time because this is when I'll be waking you up in a few months"...I do wish I'd taken a picture of him rocking that monkey and reading his tax book!)<br />Love you honey!Breezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14253296308936137481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307721095099206573.post-52812048665283162912008-09-11T03:56:00.001-07:002008-09-11T04:10:20.865-07:00You don't look that big today!Yeah...I'm trying to take it with ease now. But how do you respond to that? Anywho, where have I been and what have I been doing? Not blogging obviously. Really not a lot going on. We do have some baby stuff going on (doc appts, labor/delivery tour, pediatrician interviewing, 3D ultrasound, daycare touring...and that's just this month), other than that really I just come home, cook dinner and sit on the couch.<br /><br />I am in the middle of planning a big party for the hubby's 29th-yeah, it's not his 30th yet. But, with baby on the way who knows what we'll be able to do for his 30th next year. My 30th on the other hand is in February and I see lots of partying in my future-someone just needs to remind me that 2 drinks got me plenty tipsy before baby and surely I won't be able to have more than 2 after baby!<br /><br />UGH! My beach trip last weekend was canceled...my only beach trip this summer. I can't tell you the last time I didn't see the beach during the summer. And the friggin' hurricane was a bust! Now, I'm thankful for that...just wish I'd known it was safe to head to the beach where the hurricane was landing! NEXT YEAR I'M GOING FOR A WEEK...EVEN IF IT'S JUST ME AND THE BABY!<br /><br />So I need to go get ready for work, but the Today Show just reminded me that today is 9/11. I'm ashamed to say that earlier this week all I thought of today as was 2 of my friends birthday's...selfish of me because this day directly affected soo many people and our country. I'm one of the lucky ones, I don't know anyone that suffered or died because of 9/11. I truly am not so ignorant that I don't recognize what an impact this day still carries...I will be thinking about it all day. I did visit "ground zero" a couple months after the attack and I can't even describe the feelings I had being there...even stronger than when I visited Pearl Harbor.<br /><br />I hope our new president can fix some relationships we have with other countries...every American is not selfish, ignorant or intolerant.Breezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14253296308936137481noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307721095099206573.post-18221511549163614282008-08-24T04:44:00.000-07:002008-08-24T05:08:03.840-07:00A Moment to Brag AboutSo I don't brag on my hubby too much here...mainly because then if I complained about him you'd think I was just a mean hormonal beotch. Just two days ago I was soo mad at him for being insensitive, but...that's another story. I've decided that the reason I get soo mad when he does act insensitive or mean is because it seems soo out of character when you consider this:<br /><br />At 9:30 last night, I was here...home...alone (well, with the doggie) watching Comedy Central. Where was my husband? Off with another woman. Before you get all "WHAT?" remember I told you this was something to brag about. You see, he was at the hospital with another pregnant girl...that was alone and in labor. She was nervous (I'm guessing that translates to "scared $hitless") and is a single girl. Her family is in another state, mom was on the way, but it would be hours. This "other pregnant lady" is a friend of the hubby's, they go to school together. I've only met her a couple of times, but I can only guess that she sees some things in him that I do...trust, genuine caring for others, and a man that would be there. So,as soon as he found out she was at the hospital he worried on and off throughout the evening about her being there, in labor, alone. I was crying because I just couldn't imagine having to do that alone. (Heck, I cry when I think about doing it with him right there b/c it makes me nervous, translation "scared $hitless"). He asks me if it's ok if he calls her back and sees if she'll let him come over. Of course I say "yes". I'm hoping she'll let him come...I'm hoping she'll MAKE someone come. He calls and she's in lots of pain and says "please come". I cried...how hard for her...how sweet of him.<br />Yeah, so I laid here last night...cuddled up with my puppy. And he, well, he went and showed us what a good dad he is, even if it's not his "turn" yet. He got the nurse when her water broke, she squeezed his hand through the contractions, he listened to her scream. He called about 10:30/11 to say that he'd gotten a couple more friends to show up and the "pregnant lady's" cousin got there. He waited for a while to see if she'd go in delivery and have the baby (her cousin was going into delivery with her...I know he wasn't something he wanted to do, but I think if she'd wanted him to, he'd have gone in there with her...her cousin was there and she went). He got home about 1 am, she still hadn't had the baby...but she wasn't alone.<br />I love him!Breezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14253296308936137481noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307721095099206573.post-26826670851440781322008-08-20T16:50:00.000-07:002008-08-20T17:00:23.837-07:00Nuttin' MuchNuttin' much going on here. Just obsessing over the Olympics, hangin' with the hubby, bugging Babies R Us about my dang furniture, petting my doggie, running errands, stressing about the budget (aka lack of $$)...ah, you know the ush (pronounced "yoo-zsh"). Thus, I really have nothing to say. I had thought of several things I wanted to blog about...I tell no lies when I say-MY PREGO BRAIN CAUSED ME TO FORGET ALL OF IT.<br />One thing I can harp on again is the fact that 2 stalls in the potty at work today were gross! How do you flush the toilet and not see the surprises you've left behind for the next person. I no longer take care of children (that is until mine arrives) and I will not clean up after you. It is not in my job description and I didn't have rubber gloves. SERIOUSLY! I know, I've mentioned this before, but we are adults...wipe the dang seat!!<br />On another note, my hubby did a short trip to the grocery today and came home with a surprise for me...2 boxes of brownies (b/c it was 2 for $4). Which I promptly made and ate a big ol' chunk of. I have been saying I want brownies a lot lately.<br />I truly am sorry I have nothing else to offer you today...I went swimming, came home made my deviled chicken salad, ate my brownie and I'm watching Wheel Of Fortune on the couch with my puppy dog...life is lame...but most of the time I like it that way.<br />Hope you are enjoying yourself whether you've got nuttin' much going on or a lot!Breezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14253296308936137481noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307721095099206573.post-82846393953967577322008-08-07T17:13:00.001-07:002008-08-07T17:27:54.305-07:00Cookin' with BreezySo yeah, I don't post for a while and then I go and give you something boring like a recipe...but SERIOUSLY this is good! Maybe it's my crazy prego palate, I don't know, but I have had this same meal twice this week b/c I love it soo much. The hub even likes it (minus the grapes).<br />In 30 minutes you too can have fabulous "deviled chicken salad" and "breezy fries". Now, I just made up these names, don't kill my buzz (I'm high off good food sillies!!) and tell me these things already existed!<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Deviled Chicken Salad:</span><br />2 chicken breasts (boil them)<br />2 hard boiled eggs<br />2 tbs mayo<br />a couple of swirly squirts of mustard (basically to taste)<br />1/2 Italian dressing/seasoning packet (the dry stuff)<br />grapes (as many as you want)<br />cucumber (cut really small, as much or as little as you want...just as good w/o too)<br />Cut/shred the chicken after it's cooked. Chop up your eggs, include the yellow too. Cut the grapes into quarters, toss in your cucumber bits, stir in mayo and mustard...OH YEAH, the best part, the seasoning packet-toss 1/2 the packet in. Stir around to completely coat the ingredients. YU-UM-MEEE!<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Breezy Fries</span><br />2 baking potatoes<br />Olive Oil<br />the other 1/2 of that Italian Dressing/Seasoning packet.<br />Cut potatoes into small cubes, toss in a bowl w/ olive oil and seasoning...cook for about 15 minutes on a baking sheet at 450 degrees.<br /><br />I truly wish I'd taken a picture of our dinner. I had this great wheat bread, fluffy green lettuce on the sandwich and my fries on the side. Truly I was proud and it could have been featured as a summer dish in a fancy magazine. I AM IN LOVE!<br /><br />Did I mention that I HATE MAYO?? Yeah, weird stuff happens when you're prego. (incidentally I still won't eat it on a sandwich, but in the chicken salad it's fab!)Breezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14253296308936137481noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307721095099206573.post-25627532499116296782008-07-27T11:36:00.000-07:002008-07-27T11:46:19.169-07:00These are a few of my favorite things!While taking a bathroom break in Target yesterday (one of many these days...fortunately not usually at Target, I prefer my own clean potty) I heard one of the cutest things.<br />3 year old boy- Mommy! There are two of my favorite things in here!<br />The mommy- What are they?<br />3 year old boy- A potty...and...a sprinkley water spout! (aka faucet)<br /><br />I missed the mom's reply, but I can tell you that I would have picked him up and squeezed him!! (except I don't know him and I was in mid pee at the time).<br />How cute is that?!<br />Hooray for little boys!!<br />If only we got excited about the little things...<br /><br />PS(to answer my last post, "Kiss my grits" is what Flo used to say on a show called Alice. Apparently I used to say it a lot as a kid. One time was unexpectedly caught on camera while my dad was filming my mom read "3 Billy Goats Gruff" to me (my favorite story as a child and the first book I learned to "read"-technically I just memorized it word for word...but that was a start.) and my mom got to the part where it tells what the troll under the bridge says. It says this repeatedly in the book and I always said it right on cue. This time, however, possibly for the camera:<br />mom- "And the troll said"...what did the troll say Breezy<br />me- KISS MY GRITS!!<br />laughter erupts...<br />Gosh I hope my kid is funny!Breezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14253296308936137481noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307721095099206573.post-54535669599559946072008-07-20T18:01:00.000-07:002008-07-20T18:21:35.548-07:00Really? I mean...really?So, my husband makes fun of the fact that a month or so before I started blogging I said something like "who blogs? that's just weird." Yeah, so now, I LOVE IT. I love reading what's going on with my friends and with people I don't even know. Which brings me to the "Really?"<br />DUDES...PEOPLE READ MY BLOG! I don't mean my friends or cousins and what not (they read, or at least they say they do)...I mean ::gasp:: STRANGERS! People I don't know! Now, how they find me is a mystery. Probably the same way I find them, clicking on other peoples blog lists. Now, just the other day I got a comment from someone I don't know. Thus, I began reading her blog. I then began clicking on her blog list and lo and behold! MY BLOG IS IN SOMEONE ELSE'S list of blogs they read! WHAT?!<br />I mean...really? People read my rambly ellipses filled run-on sentence badly punctuated string of nonsensical thought? To quote my show "SERIOUSLY"?! Kinda makes a girl feel, all special and stuff. It also makes me feel...PRESSURE. What if they think I'm stupid or boring or shallow or annoying or...or...I don't know but peopleIdunnoreadmyblogandthatiskewl!<br />Ok, enough...I shall pull myself together and not act like a dorky little girl. Ah hem. Well, thank you for stopping by and reading. Please feel free to make a comment because lord knows that when my regulars don't keep up with their posting I need something else to read during my lunch breaks at work. So, comment (but please remember even though I'm not bombarding you with preggo stories, I am, well, vulnerable...I cried for no reason at church today, we were just singing the morning songs and well...I cried like a baby...soo embarrassing!)<br />OH, and the hubby says I should explain "Kiss My Grits" (I thought maybe I did explain that in my initial post, but perhaps not)...Hopefully I'll remember to tell you that. I'd like for you to guess though (I suppose it won't be much of a guess if I did already tell you-so fingers crossed I didn't). The lines will be open at the end of this post, standard text messaging rates don't apply, all comments are free. Let's see if you're as cultured as me =)<br />(Ha ha! I DID make an initial post that explained "Kiss My Grits"...but, I have removed it, for now...I'll tell you this though the Grits part has nothing to do with the little tid bit I just learned about GRITS being an acronym for "Girls Raised In The South"...though I am.)Breezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14253296308936137481noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5307721095099206573.post-14027852069243880102008-07-18T08:53:00.001-07:002008-07-18T09:08:15.042-07:00Please Don't Go GirlYeah, so NKOTB is making a come back. They are back together and touring again. I can't say that my 29 year old self is all "wahoo, that's some good music, what a band". BUT, my 10 year old inner self is "OMG! NKOTB I LOVE THEM!"<br />When they were on the Today Show a while back, I came in late to work b/c I was dancing and singing along with their concert. Again, say what you will, but the 10 year old inner child in me was screaming and crying and waving my hands (ok, so I wasn't crying, but if I was there I would have been!). Depending on how long you've known me, you may have heard the story about how I've actually touched Joey Joe =) Yes, for reals doh! We held hands, albeit for a brief moment, but hey I put that right up there with the time I went to the Grammy's and was in USA Today with Justin Timberlake and the time I was almost in a movie in NYC.<br />Now for the sad part...At first, there was no concert in NC. The closest one would have been ATL. But then, one day while I was sitting in my cube, minding my own business (probably eating some candy-for the baby) I got this email. Subject line: NKOTB in Charlotte! Yes! SCORE! I'm totally going I don't care if the tickets are a bazillion dollars-HOLD ON JUST A MINUTE! WHAT?! They aren't coming until Oct 30th? Seriously? Why not July 30th...Heck, why not Dec 30th?<br />The hubby thinks (and I guess I agree) that Oct 30th is waay too close to baby Connor's birthday and I shouldn't chance it.<br />I like to think that Joey Joe planned this whole thing for me. I mean, he's coming back to NC, where we met, held hands, gazed into each others eyes...well, even married preggo mama's are allowed to dream.<br />So, Que Sera Sera...whatever will be, will be. I guess I'll just have to hope that Joey has Santa-like intuition and is able to find the Breezy wherever she may be. I'll keep you posted. <br />In the meantime, if you one of those people who are interested in my pregnancy/Connor updates you can continue to find those at the "Connor" link over on the side there. I've created a page for him so my relatives, friends, strangers who love babies or ridiculously huge short southern pregnant women (yes, the belly has grown substantially, pictures will be up on Connor's site soon...whoa is me, literally whoa!).<br />As NKOTB would say keep "Hangin' Tough"!Breezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14253296308936137481noreply@blogger.com7