When Kailani emailed and asked me to participate in a carnival, I was a little confused. There’s no cotton candy, and there are no rides. . . but there are prizes and tons of great writing. If you’re interested and don’t already have enough blogs to read, check it out. Anyone can participate. . .
Take me to the Carnival of Family Life. . .
Just to update you. . . the little summer flu we’ve got going on here is none other than the Coxsackie Virus. If you’ve been fortunate enough to avoid ever having it or watching your kids go through it, consider yourself extremely lucky. Lil C is on the mend and finally ate some solid food today. Her throat, like her mama’s last week, was just too sore to get anything besides fluids down the chute. So far, Big I and Mr. BBM have avoided it. We’re hoping our bout with it is soon over.
Edited to add: As of this evening, Big I has a fever of 100. Will it never end?
I AM Black Belt Mama.
I WANT my husband, the chemist, to invent an SPF pill so that I don’t have to slather any more sunscreen on me or my kids.
I WISH I would win the Powerball while in the state of Delaware, so that I could win without anyone knowing, and surprise my friends and family with enormous checks and then move to the Outer Banks.
I MISS the days when I was in college, after I first met my husband, when we would go to parties, hang out at bars playing darts and eating wings, dancing, and having a blast.
I HEAR the ocean waves outside my bedroom window. I LOVE this beach house.
I WONDER if my sister’s boyfriend will ever freaking propose already. Seriously, what is he waiting for? The diamond monopoly to end???
I REGRET not having a midwife deliver my first daughter, because I probably would have looked less like the girl from the exorcist if a midwife had been in charge.
I AM NOT what you would call a "sweetheart." My husband says I’m his "spit-fire". It sort of ticks me off when he calls me that. I prefer to think that I spit venom as opposed to fire.
I DANCE to anything hip-hop, or rap with a dance beat, especially 50 cents "You can find me in a club. . . "
I AM NOT ALWAYS the easiest person to get along with. I can be quite demanding.
I MAKE WITH MY HANDS crocheted baby blankets, booties, and hats. (I know. Who saw that coming from the Black Belt Mama?)
I WRITE to my daughters in journals that I plan to give them some day.
I CONFUSE birthdays of my friends and family members all the time. So much so, in fact, that I usually just keep some "Happy Belated Birthday" cards in the house at all times.
I NEED to have Paul Newman’s Family Style Italian salad dressing in my house at all times. It’s so bad, that I’ve even considered buying little packets of it to carry it around in my purse like an old lady so I can have decent dressing on my salads at restaurants.
I SHOULD have started taking karate classes when I was younger. It would have helped me out in so many ways.
I START craving chocolate each day around lunch time.
I FINISH arguments, because like Calista, who tagged me, I absolutely must have the last word.
I TAG everyone in my blog roll who hasn’t already done this. (Check back and let me know you have!)
This was written before the food poisoning episode at the beach. If I had written it during or after the food poisoning episode it would have looked a whole lot different. I’m sure you can imagine.
I am back from vacation; and want to thank you all for your well wishes with the whole food poisoning thing. I was able to recover after a day or two and enjoy the rest of my vacation. I made very sure to avoid scallops for the rest of the week. I took my chances with Mad Cow Disease for the rest of the week and ate steaks and burgers instead.
Now, it’s back to the daily grind. And by daily grind, I mean HOLY CRAP, I TOTALLY NEED TO BABY PROOF! In just two weeks, Lil C has changed so much. I wonder how I will ever check my email or blog again while she’s awake. I think that it’s just not going to happen. She is now crawling 90 mph across the room. Of course, she goes for the most dangerous things of all: the marble slab in front of the fire place, the entertainment center with the glass door, any little toys Big I has left out. Not only is she crawling ridiculously fast, but she is also standing and pulling herself up like you would not believe. She can do it from a sitting position; she can also do it from the lying on her belly position (She has ridiculously long arms, just like her mama.) Big I had some fear when it came to standing up and trying to cruise around furniture; not Lil C. She has no fear. She just lets go whenever the mood moves her so I have now become her human shadow. There will be no rest people, from here on out.
Speaking of no rest, I test for 4th kyu (green belt with three brown stripes) in four weeks. . . four ridiculously short weeks. . .
Vacation pictures and kata progress to follow this week. . .
I saw this over at Thinking About and thought I would give it a go.
In my fridge:
- Sprout bread. It sounds gross, I know. But my husband brought it home and it grew on me. It’s especially good as toast, with a little butter and cinnamon.
- Lots of containers of half eaten baby food.
- A teether toy or two.
- Diet Rite-I can’t live without it.
- Paul Newman Family Italian dressing-I can’t be without it either.
In my car:
- My bo and my tunfa weapons.
- Two strollers: one for rough terrain, one for shopping (neither of which Lil C will tolerate for more than five minutes).
- Two Shakira CD’s.
- A pen for writing down Litter Butts info.
- About four gazillion toys that have been thrown in a fit of giggles by Lil C.
In my purse:
- Entirely too many pictures of my kids. I still have pictures of Big I when she was a baby (and when I say pictures, I mean every single one she’s ever had taken since she was born).
- As if the pictures in the wallet weren’t enough, I also have two mini photo albums of my kids.
- A wallet with entirely too much junk in it, yet little or no money. My husband calls it a "Costanza" wallet. Ever see that Seinfeld episode?
- Tissues, because I finally got with it and decided to be a good Mom.
- Tweezers, because somehow the light outside in the car is always so much better than inside.
In my closet:
- A collection of bridesmaid dresses that I’m keeping around so my girls can play dress up.
- A ton of clothes that I don’t wear but have some sort of sentimental connection to for some odd reason, so in the closet they will stay.
- Some maternity clothes that I forgot to pack up with the rest of it.
- A ton of pointy-toed-backless heels in a wide variety of cool colors.
- Depending on the moment, possibly my daughter pretending to be a scary monster.
In my head:
- Why is it that we’ve called an end to Mommy Wars, no problem (thank goodness); but political name-calling is perfectly acceptable?
- Why can some completely incompetent people pop out kid after kid, but one of my best friends (who is a fabulous Mother) can’t seem to after 17 months of heart-breaking trying?
- How will I possibly keep my sanity while packing for vacation for not one, but two kids this year (one who requires an awful lot of extra equipment)?
- How annoying is it that EVERYWHERE you go there seem to be cliques: kindergarten orientation, neighborhoods, playgroups, even in the blogging world strangely enough?
- Pain, because I’ve had a headache on and off all week long which is making me feel especially grumpy and miserable, which probably explains all this other stuff in my head.
I won’t tag anyone for this one. If you want to, go for it. I’ve got too much of a headache to be an enforcer this week. Also, I don’t know who I’d tag since I already pulled my tag-a-famous-blogger stunt with smashing results. So, if you want to, go for it and let me know you did.
I was just enjoying some late night me time, surfing through my regular reads in the blog world, when I was tagged by The Pajama Mama. I’m feeling sort of honored and all, since I don’t really have any personal friends in the blogging world. Then again, the pj lady tagged everyone who visited so I guess I’m just a victim of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. 😉
So, after wracking my brain for 100 things the other night, now I need six weird things, as if there wasn’t enough weirdness in my list to begin with.
- I have action plans for everything.
- I have ridiculously long arms. Seriously, it is a rare find when I bring home a long sleeved shirt that truly has long enough sleeves. (My karate instructor tells me this is an asset for sparring; all I know is that it’s made dressing myself a lot more difficult.)
- I love the beach, but only go in the ocean up to my knees. (Sharks, duh!)
- I never tried any type of seafood until I was in college (unless you count fish filets drowned in ketchup.)
- I like my eggs scrambled with salsa and cheese.
- I have never had a cavity.
I am now required to choose six people to tag, and according to The Pajama Mama, "after YOU get tagged, you have to go back to the blog of the person who tagged you and let them know you have fullfilled your tagging obligation and put up your list of six things. That means you have to come back HERE and let me know you put up a post with your six items."
I don’t know if any of you will do this or not, but I’m one of those people who gets the silly forwarded emails and decides I have to send it along to exactly seven people or else bad things will happen, so it only makes sense that I would feel a strong obligation to complete this task as well. So, I am tagging:
- Mrs. W or Butterbean’s Biscuits
- J of Thinking About. . .
- City Slicker Mom
- Amalah, who I’m guessing will probably pass on doing this, but I would LOVE to see her weird things.
- the weirdgirl
- Jody of and baby makes 6!
If I didn’t tag you, but the mood moves you, feel free to let me know your six weird things too! That means you, lurkers and non-blogging friends!
I’ve seen these on a lot of blogs I read. I thought it would be fun to try. It took me FOREVER. Enjoy!
- I am not a morning person, at all.
- I have auditioned for two reality tv shows.
- One rejected my husband and I because we "looked too good." (A Makeover Story)
- I have dated two valedictorians in my life.
- I married the second one.
- I was the first one of my friends to get married.
- I was the first one of my friends to have a baby.
- My favorite alcoholic drink is the margarita.
- Bass is my favorite beer.
- I drink entirely too much iced tea.
- I’ve been to Disney World six times.
- I honeymooned in St. Lucia.
- I HATE the Sandals resort and will NEVER go back ever ever ever.
- The only bone I ever broke was my finger.
- I broke it when I got hit by a car while riding my bike.
- I have always wanted to learn karate.
- Until age 29 I was too afraid to try.
- I have beat up three people in my life.
- Two of them were guys.
- All of them deserved it
- All of them were pre-karate.
- I was in a major car accident while in college.
- I’m still terrified of tractor trailer’s because of it.
- I love the Outer Banks, NC.
- I have been there at least 15 times.
- My favorite color is blue.
- Almost every shirt I own is blue (sad, but true).
- You know all those political signs on the sides of roads? I put them there last election.
- I voted for Bush, and am proud of it. (Please address all hate mail related to this comment to yourself. You’ll feel better getting it out of your system; and I’ll feel better because I won’t have to waste time hitting delete.)
- I love playing fantasy football.
- I HATE losing.
- I am EXTREMELY competitive.
- I met my husband when I was 19.
- I got married when I was 23.
- I had my first baby when I was 26.
- I cry when I pack up baby clothes that is too small.
- I had two babies and never got an epidural.
- I had looonnnnggg labors.
- I only said two mean things to my husband during the course of those labors, one for each baby.
- I did swear quite a bit.
- My first concert was Vanilla Ice.
- I once looked like Vanilla Ice when my aunt waxed my eyesbrows and seriously screwed up.
- As an adult, I went to see Justin Timberlake.
- My husband and I were the only ones old enough to drink beer (unless you count the dad chaperones).
- I love Prince.
- I’ve been at concerts from his last two tours and they were awesome.
- And I did wear purple and black.
- People tell me I look like Meryl Streep.
- myheritage.com tells me I look like Jennifer Aniston, Emma Thompson, and Sarah Jessica Parker
- I hate Star Wars.
- My husband hates that I hate Star Wars.
- I suffered through the last movie in the theatre while extremely pregnant.
- I studied French for five years.
- I only know the swear words.
- I studied Spanish for one semester in college.
- I only know what Shakira has taught me.
- I have been published a hand full of times.
- I love Mexican food.
- I don’t like to cook.
- But I make a great chicken marsala.
- Until adulthood, I was always better friends with guys.
- Now, I have a hand full of great girl friends whom I couldn’t live without.
- I am very opinionated.
- I am easily annoyed.
- I am NOT a touchy-feely person.
- Guys in high school were afraid of me.
- With good reason (see # 21)
- I considered myself a feminist until I took a women’s studies class.
- Now I think that a lot of feminists screwed things up for women. (Regarding hate mail, see #28)
- I gave birth with the help of a midwife.
- I went home the same day I gave birth.
- I’m obsessed with 24, Lost, and Grey’s Anatomy.
- I played field hockey in high school.
- I play tennis now.
- I don’t feel like I’m in my 30’s.
- Most people don’t think I’m in my 30’s. (At least that’s what they say.)
- I am extremely overprotective when it concerns my daughters and my little sister.
- I like rap music.
- I LOVE to dance.
- I don’t like to work out.
- I do love playing sports.
- I am addicted to dark chocolate.
- I am not a fan of anything Clinton.
- I am a brutally honest person.
- Probably too honest sometimes.
- I have a hard time saying "No" when asked to help/volunteer, etc.
- I check on my baby’s breathing at least four times each night.
- I hit my husband and tell him to roll over because of his snoring at least four times each night.
- I can’t stand people who litter.
- I have parking lot road rage.
- I have about 4000 pictures of my kids displayed in my house.
- I still don’t think that’s enough.
- I’m tall for a girl.
- But I can’t play basketball to save my life.
- I will occasionally sing karaoke, usually after a margarita or four, but only when I’m out of state.
- If I do, I usually sing Macy Gray, Pebbles or B-52’s.
- But, I am most amused when my husband sings ACDC. He is seriously good!
- I never intended to be a stay at home Mom.
- I changed my mind when I felt my first daughter kick.
- I feel that staying home is the best decision I have ever made.
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