Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Hi Ho, Hi Ho

It's off to work I go.  Today.   For a week and a half. 

Then I'm done with work for a while.  I'm not sure how long.  Oh, how I'd like to elaborate on my feelings about this, but the general consensus is that you keep your work life off of the blog. 

So while I sort it all out in my head and figure out what is appropriate to say, I'll leave it at this: something big happened to me and my little family that has made me reevaluate some things in my life.  I don't know that I'll be a stay at home mom forever but for a little bit at least, that's the plan.

It won't be all that bad.  Adelle is a hot ass crying reflux mess most of the day so for two weeks?  NOT MY PROBLEM until 5 PM!  HA!

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

BlogHer TV!

You may (or may not) have noticed the new BlogHer TV on the left side of my blog.  You may or may not have watched it.

I'd like to point out that adding the BlogHer TV to my layout was completely optional.  But I watched a few of the videos and really liked them - they are short and sweet and about all sorts of useful things.  I just watched instructions on how to cut a pineapple.  Which is somewhat easy, by the way, but I am fairly confident that I will still screw it up.

But anyway.

I actually like this feature and wanted to bring it to your attention.  Kthxbai.

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

I'm afraid this might be all my fault.

The bears, I mean.

I live in Ohio.  I know if you are from somewhere cool like LA or NYC that you immediately picture me out in the holler, sitting in denim overalls with a piece of wheat or straw (or whatever) hanging out of my mouth while I wash my laundry in a river or catch fish with my hands.  Or something.  I don't know. 

But truthfully it is suburbia where I live.  Like, I live two minutes from Target and so basically I don't need to move, ever. It isn't very woodsy is my point.  Most of us don't wear denim overalls...mostly.   I am not a holler girl.  And for that matter, I do not think I am a holla back girl, if I understand that correctly.
Except for that one time in high school when I was walking like an Egyptian
with someone's finger up my nose
while wearing a Pooh watch and denim overalls.
That was kind of a holler thing to do.
Basically my point is that I do not live in, like, the mighty forest or whatever.  But that doesn't mean that there are not bears here.


Yes, there are bears that are wandering the streets around my home.  I do not fear, because the Ohio Department of Natural Resources has given this sage advice for dealing with bears:

"Clap, stomp your feet, shout at the bear. Most times they'll turn around and run," she explained. "Put your hands and arms out and 'puff up,' so to speak."
Apparently you pretty much just have to act like a member of the Jersey Shore cast when you encounter a bear.  Act like a real asshole and the bear will just turn around and run like a little pansy.

Ronnie ain't afraid of no fuckin bears.
I really hope that nobody is eaten by this bear.  Because it might totally be my fault that it is here.  Now that I'm not pregnant and everything and things are getting back to normal and you know, it's just pretty much time for another Anchorman reference now:

Plus the only actual conversation I had today was when I explained the concept of toe jam to Olivia.  And that was before I decided to write about my period on my blog.  Probably I could use a bit of grown-up conversation?

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Picture post - Adelle's Newborn Session!

Because I have a two month old and my motherfucking coffee pot is broken.  Thanks for seven months of mild use, KEURIG.  You can suck it.  If there is coffee pot hell, I hope you rot in it.  If not, well...I am really mad.  So there.

All of these are by Felicia Lewis at FML Photodesign.  Love her!

Friday, July 6, 2012

Smile Because It Happened

I am, of course, addicted to Pinterest.  It is strangely addicting to keep track of a bunch of things that I'd like to get around to doing/making/eating someday, when I get done doing all of the things that I need to do/make/eat.  Which is never, apparently, and even though all these fantastic!brilliant!smart! ideas are there taunting me and proving me to be a failure at life?  I still continue to pin things.

It is sick.

But a while ago, I saw a quote on Pinterest and I'm sure it was credited to someone but who knows if that stuff is accurate anyway? 

I share very important opinions about the Internet with Abraham Lincoln.
Great minds, and all.
The quote was, "Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened."  And if you read this blog regularly at all I think that you can understand why that quote in particular stuck out to me.  And if you read this blog regularly, you can also understand why this stuck out to me, too.

After Ainsley died, I was shocked at how quickly everything happened.  You are expected to suck it up and start making arrangements, like, immediately.  And since we decided to have memorial calling hours, there was almost no time at all to get photos and memories together to display.

The day before the calling hours, the quote popped into my head.  I felt like it would be the perfect thing to display at the memorial.  It was how we felt.  We were (are!) happy for the time we had with Ainsley because you know what?  We didn't get that time with Evelyn. 

I emailed a friend and asked her if there was anyway that she could make something pretty for us super last minute, giving no detail other than the quote and asking for pink and purple.  And within minutes I had this piece of awesomeness:

Designed by Alison at Ten Tiny Toes

I am to the point where I don't feel guilty for being happy about something, or laughing.  Or enjoying the free time that was nonexistent for so long.  I can be sad that Ainsley is gone but it is ok for me to enjoy things.  I look at her pictures and videos and smile.  She was the best baby ever. 

The story of how I almost became a stripper those two semesters of college
that I had to take stats.
Plus, I'm not a stripper.  So that's good.  (I think.  I mean, they do make a lot of money, don't they??)