tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38466967910992418442024-03-12T19:10:17.961-04:00Motherhood, Music and BeerAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07170860530393937884noreply@blogger.comBlogger229125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846696791099241844.post-54522425975143229842018-01-12T14:32:00.001-05:002018-01-12T14:32:45.818-05:00How Red Box Saved my Marriage<p dir="ltr">"You are so brave for traveling with four kids!"<br>
If I had a dollar for every time I heard THAT during this holiday season. But you know what? Fuck it. The kids scream and cry and fight at home and they're going to do it in the car, so basically we are screwed either way. But I highly underestimated their ability to drive me nuts. I've always said that I understand why the divorce rate is so high, once you've had kids. I think I probably say 5 words to my husband during the week. We have a really strong marriage... meaning we are too lazy to get a divorce. No, I'm just kidding, we love each other a lot and we are meant to be.<br>
But back to the point, on the way there Alex kept saying that we can't let the kids watch a movie on the 7 hour trip to his parents, which is really like 10 hours, because the kids behavior was so bad. Which I totally understand, but I'm the parent that gives in, so that my life will be easier. And so I'm not going to go into details because it wasn't pretty, but basically some really heavy shit went down and we almost got a divorce on the way up there. So, as you can imagine a week with the in-laws no matter how amazing they are and how much booze they have, after an epic blowout fight...4 Redbox rentals on the way home.<br>
4 movies, 67 potty breaks, one diaper blowout (which we were happy about because she apparently is too embarrassed to poop at peoples houses, like my best friend) and our marriage was as good as new. <br>
So when you lose your mind, and you say "hey, I think I'll take 4 kids on a road trip, just remember to stop at Redbox. And if you don't have a DVD player like I know a lot of you are going to say, then don't go. Save yourself and your marriage.<br>
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<p dir="ltr">Snap.  I've never been a huge fan of Maroon 5 but their new album is dope.  Thank you Slacker for sending me a notification to check this out. Lots of cool collaborations and it makes me want to dance but I'm about to pass out after taking care of 4 crazy ass kids today and drinking too much anniversary wine. Just where I need to be.</p>
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<p dir="ltr">Back to the Saddle.  I'm going to try to write more, play more, yell less.  Every day is a blessing, I know that (#blessed). Thank you for taking the time to read this and if you can read this, then go get on that damn horse.</p>
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<span style="font-size: large;">This morning I was an ogre. I just couldn't bring myself to adult, even after being woken up by kicks in the boob and iced coffee. Luckily for me the two little ones can get into mischief together and 1% of the time I don't give a S&#*. But, I got up off the couch and went in the kitchen to see the damage and this is what I found. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">If you don't watch the video, basically the 1 year old gets a lollipop out of the drawer and the 3 year old knows its bad news, but when they realize that I don't care and I think it's cute they proceed to get it open with some teamwork. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I mean, they love each other so much. Cecilia is such a sweet big sister. Both of my girls are in love with Samuel as much as I am. Isn't that sweet? Thank god I didn't have a 3rd girl. Don't judge.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07170860530393937884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846696791099241844.post-37695999280575275142016-07-25T13:47:00.002-04:002016-07-25T13:47:17.611-04:00Museum takedown<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b> Sometimes going to the museum sucks...and sometimes it's fun. This time it was fun. We've been to the Fl History Museum here in Tallahassee a bunch of times. It's free (well, you're supposed to donate...but I'm cheap and broke), which is awesome and it's not outside, which is also awesome. My 6 year old was at camp (yay!) so I took the little ones. Cecilia was really into the scavenger hunt and Samuel just loves to get into shit and run rampant. My favorite part is the Model T Ford. It makes me warm inside to remember my great-grandad (born in 1914), who I lived with most of my young life, telling me proudly that that was his first car. I can imagine him driving it. Very slowly...lol. The kids get a kick out of the mastodon, probably one of the coolest things in Tallahassee...which is so so sad. Now it makes me want to go back really soon, but ya'll know the next time it's going to be hell...kids crying and breaking things and complaining and peeing their pants.</b></span><br />
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From what I was told during RCIA (I am paraphrasing here), Advent is a time of reflection, anticipation, prayer and joy...yadda yadda yadda. It isn't until Christmas day, or Eve, that we should be "all up in Christmas"...yeah, I just said that.<br />
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Now don't get me wrong, I am a huge pregnant hormonal mess. But I do, at certain times of the day, feel a sense of peace, especially reading the two books I am reading right now:<br />
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<i><span style="color: red;">Advent and Christmas with Thomas Merton</span></i><br />
(Apparently I should know who he is...a cool monk who was and is really popular from the 40's-now...but he's deceased)<br />
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<i><span style="color: red;">Praying for your Unborn Child by Francis and Judith MacNutt </span></i><br />
(My friend gave me this book and it looks SERIOUSLY outdated but it's got great advice on the affect of prayer and positivity on your baby. It's made it the 80's....like me.....wait.....)<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Anyway, I suggest that everyone, Christian or not, relax a little...smell the pine....read something good and useful. Not just for your sake, but for the sake of everyone around you, like the person you hit with your shopping cart, or flip off in traffic or the messengers you kill...you know what I mean.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07170860530393937884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846696791099241844.post-28069457210641835822014-12-02T14:48:00.000-05:002014-12-02T14:48:05.831-05:00#GivingTuesdayI have loved being a member of the Junior League of Tallahassee. I always say that it "idiot proofs" giving back to your community. I have met awesome women and volunteered for great events that make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. I know I don't give as much as I should...I hear it in mass every weekend...but I do love to give my time. The JLT started this great annual fund and it's an easy way to give back to the Tallahassee community. <br />
<a href="http://jltallahassee.org/fundraising/annual-fund.html">http://jltallahassee.org/fundraising/annual-fund.html</a><br />
This year is the first I have heard of #givingtuesday. I have to say, I like it. It has a nice ring to it. Much better than #cybermonday or the evil #blackfriday. <br />
So give to someone or something or somewhere today. For god's sake people. Do something good.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07170860530393937884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846696791099241844.post-43421032096047070772014-05-05T20:06:00.000-04:002014-05-05T20:06:31.516-04:00Normcore<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I started watching an NPR "live in concert" video of the band Future Islands (<a href="http://www.npr.org/event/music/306847305/future-islands-live-in-concert?utm_source=npr_newsletter&utm_medium=email&utm_content=20140505&utm_campaign=Music&utm_term=">Live Concert</a>). I can respect them. Not sure I totally love their music though. It's not making me weep or anything. I started to trail off and read the rest of the blurb on them. They use the term Normcore, which I am apparently not cool enough to know. But it sounds so cool. Come to find out, it's not cool. Normcore is about not being cool. Why is our culture so confusing??? My friend Daniel did a blog post before about being a hipster, <a href="http://www.daniel-bearman.com/2014/03/28/in-defense-of-the-hipster/">In Defense of the Hipster</a>, which is a term that I love to use to make accusations of people and their character. That and Emo.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ready for me to go deep?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Being cool is so not cool now. It's like, being different...is like....not different anymore. To be deep, is so shallow. It's hip to be square.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">That was me being deep.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Alexa Chung, the model/TV presenter/columnist </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">said this about normcore:</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 100; line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Asked if she's 'into' normcore, she explained: "No, I am into it but I didn't recognise it as a category of dressing, it's just how people dress, but I know friends of mine that were included in the first article who were quite outraged by that. It's weird when you're just existing and people outside it gather you up and take away any unique vibe you thought you had. They're like, 'It's a trend' and you're like, 'What? No, I just exist.'"</span></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">this pic is from an article on normcore, it's basically my wardrobe<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"> </span></td></tr>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Normcore is now going to be my favorite term to describe things. Everything is going to be Normcore. Alex is going to hate it. Probably as much as he hates it when I say "cray cray". </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">In fact, I embrace normcore. I AM normcore. To the core.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07170860530393937884noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846696791099241844.post-32335317200317163802014-03-21T21:15:00.001-04:002014-03-22T14:36:41.241-04:00Artist DateI decided to take an artist date. I miss live music. Listening to Frozen all day doesn't quench it...shocker. So here I am at Skyline Motor lounge listening to this chick rock out and drinking tasty wine, eventually switching to beer. Makes me feel like Nay Nay.<br />
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Halloween 2013 has begun...for us die-hards. <br />
Tonight Alex said he's never seen me so geeky. I was like the only adult that was dressed up, besides the ones who were volunteering for the Trunk or Treat. I couldn't believe how many people don't know who Maleficent is. Alex was like "people know you're a witch". I was like..."no, I'm a fairy." He later told me that that was the geekiest thing I have ever said, standing there in my adult children's character costume.<br />
Serena wanted some candy and Alex told her that she couldn't have any because it was for the Oompa Loompas. Serena was like, "What?" and he said, "yeah, you leave the candy at the door at night and the Oompa Loompas come and get it". Nice Alex.<br />
Alex was not in a real costume. Serena wanted him to be prince Charming. I said he should be prince Phillip (my geekiness strikes again) and then he said he was prince Charming, pretending to be prince Phillip...dressed up like prince Eric. Nice Alex.<br />
Notice (in the picture) how much of a freak Alex is about Serena being warm...and he dressed the baby...with no socks. <br />
PS<br />
Nothing is cuter than a baby wearing wings.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07170860530393937884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846696791099241844.post-36534995651024395532013-08-27T09:13:00.001-04:002013-08-27T09:13:06.224-04:00Conversations with a 3 year old girlSerena at breakfast: These eggs are not good for my breast milk<br />
Me: When did you get breasts?<br />
Serena: ummmmmm....last summer<br />
Me: It happens like that sometimes. You go through puberty. That's when a kid becomes an adult.<br />
Serena....thinking hard: That was the worst summer ever. Me and Ella were pregnant and then we had to pee in a cup.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07170860530393937884noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846696791099241844.post-86203307708968315722013-08-12T15:04:00.001-04:002013-08-12T15:04:45.698-04:00daytona 2013<object width="425" height="425" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"><param name="movie" value="http://images-community.shutterfly.com/flashapps/slideshow/slideshow-ui.swf"/><param name="flashvars" value="configXMLURL=http://images-community.shutterfly.com/flashapps/slideshow/config/config-share.xml&slideshowModuleURL=http://images-community.shutterfly.com/flashapps/slideshow/slideshow-module.swf&projectGUID=0AcMm7Zw2aM2MMNa&swfName=slideshowFlashContent&showReplay=true"/><param name="menu" value="false"/><param name="quality" value="best"/><param name="wmode" value="transparent"/><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/><embed width="425" height="425" align="middle" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" name="wrapper" quality="best" menu="false" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="configXMLURL=http://images-community.shutterfly.com/flashapps/slideshow/config/config-share.xml&slideshowModuleURL=http://images-community.shutterfly.com/flashapps/slideshow/slideshow-module.swf&projectGUID=0AcMm7Zw2aM2MMNa&swfName=slideshowFlashContent&showReplay=true" src="http://images-community.shutterfly.com/flashapps/slideshow/slideshow-ui.swf"></embed></object><p style="width:425px;margin-top:0;text-align:center;"><a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=0AcMm7Zw2aM2LHgg&eid=115">Click here to view this photo book larger</a><div style="margin-top: 10px; width: 425px; text-align: center;">Build your own high-quality photo books at <a href="www.shutterfly.com/photo-books" style="color: #6666cc;">Shutterfly.com</a>.</div><img width="1" height="1" border="0" style="padding: 0; background: #ffffff; border: none; box-shadow: none;" src="https://os.shutterfly.com/b/ss/sflyshareprod/1/H.15/111?pageName=sharekey&c1=photobook&c2=blogger" /></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07170860530393937884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846696791099241844.post-68637192156052019072013-07-12T14:56:00.001-04:002013-07-12T14:56:30.912-04:00Crankee Doodle<p>Get this book for your kid! We got it from the library and it is really entertaining for both of us. I do the horses voice really deep and dumb. Crankee Doodles voice is easy, I just try to sound like my 3 year old. Now Serena makes me sing her the song all the time.</p>
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The giant orchid is pretty badass. <br>
Cecilias room theme is loosely nautical, not done with it yet. <br>
The dining room wall was blank for over a year, got sick of looking at it...so we put up stuff we had in the closet, a shelf that used to be in Serena's old room, my cookbooks which were in the closet, and 2 random frames that we used to have up but couldn't figure out where we wanted them. Its not Better Homes & Gardens worthy, but its cute.</p>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> I think instead of a "man cave" </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">it should be called a</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> "douche den". </span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07170860530393937884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846696791099241844.post-12445221632929289492013-05-03T16:19:00.002-04:002013-05-03T16:19:54.186-04:00Hot BlondeLeave it to me, to jack up my hair right before I give birth. I was trying to get ready, you know...shave (which I know is not the last time) , do my nails, touch up my hair, lotion my skin...hey, you never know when she is coming. It's not that bad, just more blonde than I am used to and a little fried.<br />
I put Serena down for a nap, got my highlighting kit ready.<br />
I started to pull my hair through the cap...WTF! It hurt like a mot$%$&%$%$%er. Seriously. I realized the pick thing that pulls the hair through the cap was all jacked, usually it is just a little bit hooked, but this one was not quality controlled...it was like a medieval torture device. Did I stop using it? No, because I paid for it and I am 38 weeks pregnant and I am NOT going to waste time taking it back. So I suffered through it, I was talking myself through it, almost crying, saying "pain for beauty Renee"...<br />
Instead of it pulling my hair through in small, thin strands to make subtle highlights, it was pulling large knotted lumpy strands. I should have stopped, I knew it was a poor course to choose. So, now I am pretty platinum...like a blonde beached whale. Excuse the no make-up in the photo. <br />
My cosmetologist mom would be so proud...lol.<br />
Who's next?<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07170860530393937884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846696791099241844.post-67063980705738142972013-04-08T14:21:00.001-04:002013-04-08T14:23:14.579-04:00SALLIE FORD & THE SOUND OUTSIDE: Party Kidslove this band<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">We went to this super ghetto fair around the corner from us last weekend. Serena was all talk about riding everything, but it took a lot of coaxing and bad parenting to get her to ride the dang rides we spend $15 on. So there was this frog hop ride, and the guy said Alex could go on it with her, even though most of the others he couldn't. So they get on, Serena reluctantly, and the thing starts going up. Then about 8 feet up, it starts to" hop", basically it was abusive banging up and down in quick thrusts...Alex's nuts were already squished at the start and his face was concerned before it even started. So there they are, Alex trying to suck his nuts in and Serena screaming crying and I am peeing my pants laughing, the carnie is laughing maniacally, as well as a few other bystanders. The ride finally ended and Alex thanked the guy in a high pitched voice. We told Serena she was brave and that daddy was crying too, so don't feel bad. It was one of my favorite moments as a family.</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07170860530393937884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846696791099241844.post-67232458905972448902013-02-07T21:03:00.002-05:002013-02-07T21:03:31.558-05:00Bad Breath<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">So, my awesome 2 year old daughter has decided to scream and cry in the morning when she smells my breath. She's like "I DON'T LIKE THAT SMELL!!!!!"</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">We tell her it's not nice to say that.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I haven't chewed gum in like 2 months.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Tonight at dinner she says "Did you know, pregnant women need to chew gum so their breath doesn't smell bad".</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Really???????</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Thanks for the tip kid.</span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07170860530393937884noreply@blogger.com0