Thursday, December 16, 2010
I saw my buds a lot less this year- when Todd and I decided that it was time to start procreating it was bitter sweet. I'm a beer sneak at heart (order three for myself at 1:50am and slam two of them while TBone is visiting the loo.) I loved having cocktails, bull shit with buds and stay up all night. How would this lifestyle EVER fit in to being a mom?
Things have changed but one thing that hasn't was chillin' with my homies. Some of us have traded in our home girl cards for nursing bras and instead of swapping hangover cures for we gab about our BBs (no girls!?!) to make sure we're still in the running for mother of the year awards.
The natural progress of things is good. And even though I had a nasty 30 hour headache from drinking 5ish beers on Saturday night it was well worth yuckin' it up with my buds.
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
(And all those other birds.)
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Our 30th jort party was over by 7, we swung by the Wellie's for a bap and some hoagie slices, tea cooler and cup cakes and Halloween? Home by 10. I was planning on getting tore up from the floor up for Lisa's nups- three beers. Guinesses at that- didn't even really catch a buzz.
The only kind we've had this year frogs, are bottle parties where only breast milk is served (note: a bottle party is when a newb watches the baby and feeds him/her any time the he/she peeps, thus depleting this working mom's reserve milk supply. Mom = pissed at bottle parties. I can only imagine how I'm going to feel when I come home to find Maks, Cait and Jake passed out drunk in my living room with all my Coors Light missing. Digression.)
So these new parties are good. I like the reason our curfew has changed.
And I'm really looking forward to a new kind of party- ones where moon bounces or pony rides start happening.
ps- check out reverb.com and start reflecting on your year with your frogs.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
I've been scouring over Maksi's perfect little angel skin since day 1- searching for those first signs of freckles. I'm fair skinned (which is why working at a tanning salon was HILARIOUS to me) with a pretty obvious "mole" (what the dermatologist calls it.) I hate that word. It has such a negative connotation.
Ya see, frogs (blog friends? No? Work in progress) I have freckles on half my face. I correct people when they tell me what a beautiful birthmark I have. Not a birthmark. Wasn't there when I was a birthed. They developed over time, starting around age 3, on half of my face.
I was tortured by other kids growing up. I was called half freck. People asked if I had ink or mud on my face. When I wasn't dressed up for Halloween as a waitress patrons thought I was a cat. My "favorite" will always be on Christmas when some woman (still drunk from the night before) came in the Wawa where I was working the register and asked if I had herpes.
Nice. Real nice.
So having these frecks, I suppose they're part of my charm. Maybe I wouldn't have learned to be so patient in the face of idiocy without them.
I know one thing's for sure- I hope they aren't genetic.
I have to say though, it's getting me into some serious trouble...
I don't know about how long ago it was but I downloaded the Amazon App for my BB and that, combined with 1-click shopping has gotten me into some trouble. When we went to Florida a few weeks back, we came home to a screen door full of all of the VERY IMPORTANT things I needed from Amazon.
Here's a snapshot of the last few things I purchased: