pet peeves/things I hate

I feel like I've posted about this before...but I'm far too lazy to scroll through my short list of blog posts and see, so you're getting another post about my pet peeves...because you give a shit.

Skinny Jeans - I hate them. I will admit I own ONE pair and I only wear them with boots that end slightly below my knee, but I still hate them.  I feel like the people who love skinny jeans the most are fat girls and guys...both should NOT wear skinny jeans. I'm talking skinny jeans with shoes. When you pair some flats (cute, stylish ones or converse-ish flats) with skinny jeans you always look fatter than you really are...always. I hope skinny jeans go away.

The volume of TV Commercials - Why oh WHY are they always loud enough that my neighbors can surely hear them? I feel like Jennifer Hudson is yelling at me to lose weight or that stupid girl rapping is yelling at me to go back to college. The Husband told me they were passing a law to make commercials the same volume level as the show you're watching. That would be great, but does it need to be a LAW?

Hella (or worse, Hecka) - Stop saying "hella" people...just stop.

I cannot read your mind - Please don't assume I know that you want me to do something or go somewhere. My brain is filled with still shots of my baby, craft ideas, my dream home on Bainbridge, coffee, red wine, the perfect date with The Husband, etc...I don't have room for complicated puzzles like "what did that passive aggressive email/statement/remark/voicemail mean?". Spell it out por favor.

Mean Women - this is the grown up version of Mean Girls. Enough said.

OK, for now that will do. 

pinterest

How on earth did I get sucked into this alternate universe known as Pinterest? The Husband hates this website, but I think he secretly loves it because I'm not just a passive pinner...I make and buy shit because of this site.

I think my friend Cassie actually said this site makes you think you're more stylish than you really are...have better taste than you really do...and that you're more creative than you really are. I might be giving the wrong person credit for that, but either way...it's true.

Here is a review of the items I have made/purchased.
http://pinterest.com/pin/41658365272861213/
Review: Um, if you really like orange juice...this is the recipe for you. Personally, I thought the OJ was overwhelming and the leftovers smelled a little bit like barf. So...you decide.

http://pinterest.com/pin/41658365272826039/
Review: Terrible. Followed the recipe exactly and couldn't even eat one. I think the Panko needed to be mixed with a ton of other spices to make this edible. No thank you, yuck!

http://pinterest.com/pin/41658365272807347/
Review: Good, but we're trying to find the right balance of jalapenos to cream cheese. You don't need very much cream cheese at all. We've made them twice if that tells you anything. It gets my approval.

http://pinterest.com/pin/41658365272854436/
Review: I bought the whole look in a medium, because I wear a medium. The skirt has an elastic waist so from behind I look like a fat chick (no offense to fat chicks), but a large elastic waist is not flattering. The shirt is great and can go with other skirts or jeans. I'm still deciding whether or not I keep the skirt. Maybe after I lose the 15-20 pounds that I need to lose this skirt will kick ass. OK, I think I've convinced myself to make this my "goal" skirt.

http://pinterest.com/pin/41658365272855068/
Review: Made it...love it. It was easy and a little messy...overall a fun craft to do with students at my school.

http://pinterest.com/pin/41658365272890181/
Review: Bought them for the Grey baby, but haven't received them yet.  I think I will love them.

http://pinterest.com/pin/41658365272921782/
Review: Bought one for the Grey baby and one for my favorite little guy, Patrick! We haven't received them yet, but I love the idea and I love that Patrick will get to remember where his roots lie.

So...I've pinned a million more things than this, but this is good start, yeah?  My mom gave me my first sewing lesson today so just wait until I start making little girl dresses! I'll kill it! I decided I should make little girl dresses because I don't have a little girl and therefore won't feel the need to keep everything I make. If I know you and you have a little girl...maybe I will give you one of the adorable dresses that I'm going to make.

So, Pinterest...you are my amazing, legal crack. Thank you!

snow day #2

So this is the second day of working from home for both me and The Husband (yup, he's making his first real 2012 appearance in the blog) and this shit is hard.

For some reason (maybe because he makes way more than I do) his job trumps mine. I have to work AND watch the Grey baby and he gets to pop in every once in a while and hold the baby for 15 minutes while I grab a snack, drink and maybe listen to a voicemail or two.  Don't get me wrong...I love spending time with the Grey baby, but lets be honest for a few moments...babies are not always cute and perfect.

People post adorable pictures of their baby or videos of their baby doing something adorable like eating or sleeping or smiling...but where are the REAL videos. The one of the baby who will not stop crying? The one of the real tears rolling down their face because you can't make a bottle fast enough? The one of the nasty green, grainy poop that has somehow escaped the diaper, saturated the onesie and made its way up into their hair? Or the best one would be the time elapsed video of your nighttime routine, including tripping on the baby bathtub that is sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor.

Whenever the Grey baby is inconsolable I think "why is this so hard?..._____ seems to have such a great kid or _____ never seems to cry like this". The Husband has to remind me that people don't talk about the hard stuff or the fussy stuff, so ______ and ______ probably have their terrible moments, too, but it's kept private. 

So here it is people, the Grey baby might be the cutest thing around (seriously), but he is like any other baby and cries for no reason, enjoys activities for about 10 minutes before fussing like a mad man, poops way more than something so little should, has massive blow outs, wakes up in the middle of the night crying (although most of the time he's a great sleeper, sorry). There, I said it...he is NOT the picture perfect baby that we portray on Facebook.  I wish everyone else would own up from time to time so I didn't feel like I was doing it wrong.

i'm baaaaack

So, I was a little busy having a baby, but now I'm back and giving this a second go (thanks for the push Heid).

So, I had a baby...a perfect, adorable, precious, handsome baby bug. And by I, I mean we...we had a baby.

Other than keeping a baby alive for the last 4.5 months, I've been making new friends, reconnecting with old friends, wasting my life away on Pinterest and trying to figure out how I can quit my job, but still bring in some money. Suggestions welcome! : )

I will not make promises that my posts will be funny, witty, life-changing, every day or long, but I will promise that every post will NOT be about the bug, as entertaining as he is.

So, people...follow away and note that I WILL post more often the more you comment and encourage me. That is just the price you'll have to pay. Fair? And don't worry, I will still throw in my stellar drawings from time to time.