Skot, Erik, and I went out for a little country side ride tonight. Just to get out of the city and smell the REAL fresh air. It made me think of back in the day always going for drives with Sheena and Paige. Granted 80% of the time THEN, our rides served another purpose but still. I felt like I was 20 again. Does years really make that much of a difference in a person? Apparently.
When I was 20 my evening usually consisted of a burn cruise with the girls and the destination unknown. Some "green-age" and tunes. Somehow, someway, everyday, we always had gas money and a plan. Not to mention the substances to sustain those plans. AMAZING. Or so I think!
Just had to reminisce that one little bit.
I am looking forward to this weekend with great anticipation. I am doing something JUST FOR MYSELF on Saturday. Skot and Erik are coming as well, but it is FOR ME! I will be spending the entire day with my best friend, Sheena. I am supposed to bring Donnie Darko to her house as it has been too long since she has seen it and we are anxiously awaiting the sequel (s.Darko), Skot is going to make us dinner (YUMMY!), and I will have an appointment for my next tattoo! I am pretty excited.
Through all my excitement I do have one little inch of guilt in the way back of my brain. I told my mom that I was going to be in the area again for some more ink and she expressed how she'd love to go with me. She's never seen anyone get a tattoo, and is way to scared to get one herself, and she just thought it would be a cool experience. HONESTLY... I can't subject Skot to her for the duration of THIS tattoo. That's just not nice of me. While part of me completely understands her excitement of the unknown it is not like this is the last tattoo I will ever get... plus, this weekend is more of a "FOR ME" thing. Every time we are in the area I feel like Sheena gets the shady end of the stick. We are ALWAYS at my mom and nan's house. We ALWAYS spend the night there. We ALWAYS eat there. I would just like to devote some time to my best friend and remind her why we're friends. The more I think about it the more I feel and realize I've been a dick... unintentionally.
First pic: Sheena and I (very much PRE-PREGNANCY) at the boatlanding in Bellows Falls, Vermont.
Second pic: Sheena, Erik, and I, June 21, 2008 After just getting tattooed together.
My fucking god. What happened to free speech? From "nappy headed hos" to his Rutgers "rough girls" comment, and now because of this Adam Pacman Jones bit people are on Imus' ass again???
The reason Imus is so huge is because he is the way he is. He an outspoken, extremely popular radio personality. He says the things that 3/4 of American's think and 1/2 of those thinking it are probably still to chicken shit to agree to mutual feelings after Imus' very proud statements. WHO CARES? There are tons of black supremacists out there. Do we walk around scrutinizing them based on their beliefs? No way. Hell, some of them are probably right.
Apparently I cannot embed a youtube video here, but watch this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TLVupPtrmYA
I just wiki'd (www.wikipedia.com) black supremacy. Take a look. There are a TON of organizations.
Oooh, I just found some flair for this post! Who LOVES the old skool Imus pic? Me, me, me!
I got seriously thinking about this at work two days ago.
It was noon and time to get residents down to the entrance to the dinning area. I first brought Mr. G. down in his wheel chair, and then I went to the end of his hall and got Mrs. W. Mrs. W. has a wheel chair, but uses a walker and you need to follow behind her with her wheel chair. Mrs. W. asked me, "Is my sweatered boyfriend down there?"
I was so baffled, "excuse me?"
"That's how I know how far I have to walk. My "boyfriend" sits at the end of the hall waiting for the doors to open. He either wears a red, green, or blue sweater. If I look for him I know how far I have to go until I reach the end of the hallway."
Her sharp wit and keen sense of reasoning put an instant smile on my face. It also made me think about day to day situations and how many people rely on others for simple things.
When Brian first moved across the street everyday he would walk to the store and buy a case of beer. Between 4:00-5:30pm, this was routine, and if you are a good judge of time according to darkness you could always almost peg the exact time.
Mountainside Tattoo in... Southern Vermont rocks my socks off. I am going to be returning in 2 weeks to get another piece done. I am so impressed and the environment was so relaxed.
The first pic was about 2 hours after I got it. The second was a few hours ago. Skot drew up the piece and got it as well.
Ahh, I am in love with my new tattoo. I cannot wait for more. MORE!!! Ah hahaha, more!!!
Gentle Naturals Homeopathic Teething Drops = LIFE SAVER!
I was at my wits end about 1 1/2 hours ago. I wanted to pull my hair out, while jumping up and down, screaming or crying. So, I glumly drove to Walgreens and scouted the baby section for all different teething relief products. I did pick up a few things but my main focus at the moment is on these miracle drops. They are ALL NATURAL with NO SIDE EFFECTS! That, that is right up my ally. Just look at the ingredients:
I got home and showered Skot with teething loot. We decided first to try these. Might as well try the natural route first, right? Right!
The result: Not even 10 minutes; I'd say 5 but that is not very believable either, and Erik was significantly less fussy and no where near as restless. It was such a beautiful site. One hour prior he was pissed at the world, head butting every/anything, and throwing and kicking his toys. My little boy naturally transformed into the angel he really is and regained that peaceful aura about him. He happily fell asleep with no fuss.
Out of 10 stars........ 10 stars for Gentle Naturals Teething Drops. You saved my sanity!
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When Erik first started teething, he was maybe 4 months old, it didn't appear to affect him the least. Sure, there was a lot of toys that became chew toys, don't forget the increased salivation aka excessive drool, and favorite teething biscuits. Still, we had a happy baby.
Here we are, 9 months later, and he is completely miserable; thus making me sail in the same boat. Unfortunately our little guy is getting 4 molars ALL AT ONCE. This must be making up for practically zero troubles in round one. Why? Ah! I just want to scream. Erik is only currently, truly, happy when eating (crunchy or hard things), sleeping, or so completely distracted that it is taking every inch of my focus to keep him that distracted.
I feel like such an awful mom that I can literally only mentally take being around my son for an hour, tops, on days like this. Sometimes I feel like the more support I want to ask for the worse I am if I do actually ask for it.
I know I should turn to friends or fellow moms for support and advice. I just can't bring myself to do it right now. I've turned to lurking on SM (my mama social networking site). Seems like everything is going so well for everyone on there that I just can't even relate... perhaps that could have something to do with the fact that I feel like I am loosing half my own heart to some raunchy, polygamist who is too brutally honest for her own good. I swear there is emotional attachment and it just makes me sick to think about.
Work... I'm not even happy there. Not this week anyways. I've been stuck, with Marie, training this brain dead moron. I just can't take much more. I have a break from the moron, aka Mickie (yes, like the mouse) tomorrow, but she'll be there, in full moron swing on Sunday. Lovely, eh?
It's so sad how easily life burns me out. I took a vacation just over a month ago and I am already about to start counting down to my next one. For the record it starts August 2! Believe me, it won't come fast enough.
I can hear the neighbor's grandson having a melt down in her back yard... Man that little brat won't shut the fuck up. My god.
I just read a blog that made me think, ho do I do it? The main focus of the section I was reading was the pop trends and how some people would sink in life if it were not for their personal consultants. The further I read the more and I more questions I raised about the consultant needing folks.
It is really beyond me who in the world could need someone to find an apartment for them, decorate it, arrange a house warming party, and give you tips on cocktails and hors d'oeuvre. Don't forget to put the life style icing on the cake with your personal consultant giving you conversation starters, and prepping you with fascinating facts.
One thing I'd love to know is who the hell really feels that they need that shit. It is impossible for one person to be so busy that they cannot even think of things to discuss with guests at a house warming party. Um, if it's your house that needs the warming I'd try and invite some real friends and then perhaps save about $100 and do without the tips and tricks of the consultant.
Maybe the people who use such services are the kind of "single serving" people Edward Norton's character talks about in "Fight Club"?
Today, Skot ran in to get our mail and I saw not once, but twice a very obviously NOT handicapped person park in the handicapped parking space. WTF? Obviously they are not blind, or they would not be driving. It is not like it's called "be out in one minute" parking... I just don't get why have these special parking spaces for people when half the time they are unable to use them. If I were handicapped and had a handicapped parker permit I'd hassle those lazy ass holes like you wouldn't believe. Who knows. Maybe one of these days I will do it for shits and giggles. I just don't understand our lame excuse of a breed of species.
I'm having troubles uploading a pic to this post. I guess I can always go back and edit it.
What the Buck is LIVE tonight... Until 11:30. Check that out! http://www.blogtv.com/People/BuckHollywood
Friday the 13th cannot come quick enough. Thats the premiere of M. Night Shyamalan's "The Happening". Looks good, can't wait to see it.
I've become fond of twitter lately. I think I am going to have Skot link it to here... Some times I have great ideas of things to blog and by the time I actually get to sit and blog the idea has left me. I think it's going to be more for me than any of you... the ton's of people that read that.
I am so fucking excited. There, right now, is work beginning on the sequel to Donnie Darko!!!!
Let me gather my thoughts.
OK!
Excitement aside I am jumping for joy. For the last 5 years I have wondered when this would happen. Finally! The lovely Daveigh Chase, aka Samantha Darko, will be the focus of this movie.
It has already been asked weather Donnie will return and to much dismay the answer is no.
Damn you Jake Gyllenhaal for being so in so in love with that pretty blonde lady.
Erik and I are on a mission. I know what we WANT to get him... do you think I can find it. Ha! Now, 3 months ago finding it was another story. Damn men, and them being difficult. I can't really blame him. He didn't specifically ask for it, but it is a "want", I know it! I'm good like that! ;-)
Skot... I said no peeking.
My friend Tory finally had her baby! He is absolutely beautiful! He was born on May 30th, just before 5 pm. His name is Jaxon Earl, 7 pounds 15 opunces, and I think he was 19 or maybe 19 1/2 inches long. Oh man, him and Erik are going to be breaking hearts together so watch out girls!
My friend Coral is due in 7 weeks and I think she has decided to name her son Eisen! I LOVE IT.
Erik, Jaxon, and Eisen, takin' names and breakin' hearts!
I NEED an iPOD. I am so ashamed to admit that I actually cannot find mine. Seriously, who the hell is that careless with their shit?! Oh yea *raises hand* that would be me. WTF! I was just looking at the iPod Touch and had to close all tabs. It actually made me sad. RIP my sweet iPod.
