Posted on | January 19, 2010 | 18 Comments
goal is better than a resolution, is it not? i feel like resolutions must begin january 1st, and usually end around january 13th or 14th, once you realize that doing that resolution sucks and that is why you weren’t doing it in the first place. so while i did resolve to make my blog better and succeeded, a more important goal for this year is to become what i’ve been sort of claiming* to be for a while now : an adult.
*not like by my mature actions or anything, just by being a certain age (that cannot be helped), being married, having a kid and paying bills and the whatnot.
our goal this year is to buy our first home. being a blog-stalker extraordinaire, i am well aware that most people my age reading have already taken that step. the thing is, we love our townhouse. it’s cozy and holds all of our important memories. scot proposed to me in our bedroom the day we moved in (note to self, tell this story someday), we erm, created Harper in this house and brought her home to it. many a get-together has happened here in the past 4 years and these walls have seen more laughter and love than i could ever put here. it is all we know as our little family of three.
last year at this time, there was no way i would have wanted to leave it. however, now that it’s my house and my workplace, and we have a toddler, i see that it’s time to go. if we ever want to move forward with our family, we need more space. the dogs need a yard to run in and Harper needs to chase after them. if we had another baby now, it would have to sleep somewhere amongst the piles of paper, crafts and lord knows what else is on the bed in the guestroom/office/firey depths of “catch-all-room” hell. and i have a hunch that cps wouldn’t back that.
so this year we are focused. we don’t have much credit card debt, so paying that off will not be hard. our issues lie in our car payments, and fact that we have 2 of them . i know how much getting rid of those can positively impact the amount of house you can buy, and you guys? i do not want to leave this town. unfortunately that means dollar dollar bills y’all when it comes to real estate. which is why this goal will take all year, and possibly well into next. the good news is, finding an agent will be no problem, in fact i have no idea how i will even choose between all the rad ones i know. also budget-inhibiting is the fact that i don’t work and we’d like to keep it that way.
this is the part where i ask you for advice, or at least a comment telling me it will all be ok, not scary at all, and that my hair looks pretty. ok, not that last part, because lets be honest, mama needs a dye job and trim like no ones business. but about the home-buying part? yes. i need help. any tips, tricks or websites that helped you when you were attempting to be an adult, too. not the basics really, because i did work in real estate before i had Harper, but more like things that helped you better understand home-buying, or helped you plan better for it, etc.
and lastly, this post brought to you by hour number FOUR of the neighbors dog barking (which commences the second she leaves in the morning) and by the [profanity here] neighbor kids who find it hi-lar-ee-us to sit on a skateboard and roll down the hill screaming bloody murder, coming to rest on our tiny patch of front lawn (causing neighbor dog to bark even louder).
Posted on | January 9, 2010 | 4 Comments
or my 200th post, something phenomenal, or at least fun, should be going on here. sorry to disappoint, but it’s prolly going to be crap. i’m sick. Scot is sick. H is almost done being sick. this is our normal date night, and instead, the little monster is at my moms so we can have a romantic evening of theraflu, soup and a 8pm bedtime. try not to be jealous, ok?
this is the part where i would declare myself a hot mess, but i think you have to be somewhat hot in order to be that. and people? i am not. i’m surrounded by a pile of used tissues (i’d totally post a picture because it’s that mountainous, but honestly i think avian flu can be spread though blog contact and well, i like you.) and my under-nose is raw. i am the epitome of those new nyquil commercials that show uncomfortably sick people sleeping with their mouths open that make you giggle, until that person is you.
last night, i took daytime theraflu before going to bed. bad idea. i felt all kinds of hyped up and when the cat threatened to cough up a hairball (twice), i think i may have thrown her right into the wall (ok A, i am really ocd about gross stuff being on my comforter, and B, i think the theraflu made me a whackadoo. sorry meow meow) in fear that she would harf it on my head. i got NO sleep, tossed and turned all night, and was miserable. now i’m here whining about it to you, when i should be giving away something cool because it’s my 200th post. sigh.
i have nothing cool to say or giveaway. sorry guys. not only do i not have anything, but i’m actually going to ask you some favors (how big of a jerk am i? ok, don’t answer that). one, someone (seriously, was it you?) nominated this blog for a favorite mommy blogger over at babble. so if you like us, please head over there and hit the thumbs up button by our name.
also, on our FB fan page, upload a ugly picture of your baby. it’s just for fun and came about after i took possibly the most ridiculous photo of Harper EVER. i want to see some oogly pics of some cute babies. the ones that people have posted so far are hilarious! so go over and do that. now.
might as well click on the top baby blogs since you’re here. (i think i just heard the interwebs say “what else do you want from me, blood?!”)
me? i’m off to see who can whine louder, me or Scot. happy 200th, readers.
Posted on | January 4, 2010 | 6 Comments
nly 4 days into the new year/decade and i’ve already completed one of my resolutions: to get my blog it’s own pretty home. i, uh, hardly did it myself, so i can’t take really any credit, but dang it i’m here!
i suspect there will be a few questions, possibly complaints, at first but i think we will all like it here once we’re settled in. i fully welcome your emails, tweets and comments here. i need to know what isn’t working or flowing so i can make it better. thanks in advance. and apologies in advance to my new homie, Mario, for any and all emails titled HALP! or I HATE THE INTERWEBS! or I’M DYING!
but seriously, if you guys see something weird, miss something about the old blog, etc, please holler. if it is something that is hard to do, please send accompanying wine/chocolate/excedrine migraine.
in the holiday craziness and moving crap, we slipped down the ranks at Top Baby Blogs. whilst i agree there are times i need to be knocked down a few pegs, this is not one of them. click below to help me climb the ladder and therefor feel better about myself.
Posted on | December 29, 2009 | 16 Comments
thought mayhaps a 2009 photo post was in order. i thought i could pick some cuties from the year, put them in order and share them with you, the fine interwebs. but alas, i have no patience, i am still tired from christmas, and OH YEAH, i tried and failed because i cried going through photos from 2009.
did you know i started the year with a 2 month old? a two month old. like, at this time last year it had only been 8 weeks since i graced the world with Harper’s presence (you’re welcome!). i was still sporting maternity jeans, gratuitously using nipple cream and probably still shaking cans of dermoplast (my bsff – best spray friend forever). looking through the photos made me want to do the unthinkable : immediately get pregnant again. like yesterday. like, i need to cuddle a tiny freshly baked wrinkly-leg-skinned newborn NOW. i give to you the following photographic evidence as the culprits for said fever breaking out:
the 6 hours after birth photo
i mean, look you guys! i did this. i can do it again, right? i made that little human and then pushed her out. nevermind my meatslab arms and 6 chins, they went away eventually and they will again! pay no mind that my lady parts were throbbing, that nursing bra was rubbing uncomfortably against my bleeding nipples and i was only sleeping because of ambien, I SHOULD HAVE ANOTHER BABY because look at her!
the daddy and baby napping photo
ok seriously? come on. if i squeed any louder i might squee right off a bridge. tiny sleeping babeh + handsome man you married + both sleeping peacefully = makes me want to cry. sidenote: these 2 photos might have been the only actual 2 times we slept.
the stripey dipey baby bum/tiny curled toes photo
oh hail no. you can’t expect anyone with ovaries to look at this and not want to immediately get impregnated. what are you doing baby feet? oh, just being tiny and fat and curly? and hey you, baby bum – who do you think you are? oh, just a stripey cushy little tushy? ok, carry on.
stupid idiot not-cute-at-all baby hat photo
warning : do not look directly at this photo. when i did, i got the sudden urge to eat celery, buy a huge bottle of cocoabutter and map out all baskin robins locations within a 10 mile radius in order to be prepared for pregnancy numero dos. the combination of weird monster-animal shirt, sweater hat with ears and braided flaps, and doe-eyed nugget will have you running to rite-aid to pick up some ovulation kits at 1am. danger danger danger.
operation 2009 photo post = fail. NOT going to happen. not only is my blog not big enough for all the adorable photos i’d need to use to celebrate the year that was, i just don’t think it would be appropriate for my husband to wake up to me making a necklace of Harper’s baby booties or poking holes in things i shouldn’t be. just not a good end to the year, you know?
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