Monthly Archives: March 2009

I want my hour back

Written on March 9, 2009
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I want to know who took it and when I’m going to get it back. Because I miss it and want it back. Like now.

I should have known today was going to be sucky when I couldn’t sleep last night. As I watched the clock hit 1am, I really should have known. I am not good at time changes.

This morning, bright and early at 5:30am my son decided he’d had enough sleep. Because you see, 5 month old babies could care less about daylight savings time. In fact they could care less about anything that doesn’t concern them. They are kind of selfish that way. When said son was deposited into my bed, by my lovely husband on his way to work, I said to him: my lovely son, it’s still dark outside, that means it’s night night time. Then he laughed at me.

Waking up the girls was an absolute joy today as well. While in the middle of a screaming crying tantrum, Morgan accused me of doing this to her on purpose. Yes, my lovely child, I did this. I came up with time changes just to screw with you. I have that much power.

After the promise of a crack filled donut and a shot of coffee in her chocolate milk, she did finally stop screaming and get dressed. Of course as we neared the school we saw one of those big bank signs, you know, the ones with the time on it. Which of course hadn’t been changed and said 7:18am, instead of 8:18am and the screaming started again. See mom, we are going to be early. I could be sleeping right now. You are so mean.

Then I threw her dropped them off at school and headed for the nearest Starbucks.

Did I mention how much I hate time changes? Please someone, tell me how sucky your time change day is. Lets bask in the suckyness.

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No, actually you’re not

Written on March 6, 2009
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Bailey: (Singing) I’m sittin in the car on the inside, Waitin for my ride on the outside, She broke my heart, in the trailer park, So I grabbed her skunk and runned away, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah (pause) nah, nah, nah, I grabbed her skunk and runned away.

Me: Noodle, what in the world are you singing?

Bailey: You know, the song daddy likes, the nah, nah, nah song.

Me: Morgan, please translate.

Morgan: Mom, she’s singing The Bartender song.

Me: No. No, she’s not.

Morgan: Oh, no, she is. Just um, not the right words. Actually her song is funnier. Grabbed her skunk and runned away…hahahahaha

Have you guys heard the Bartender song? Morgan isn’t lying, Logan is addicted to it. However, Baileys version? So much funnier.

Dang it, I wanted to put it on here, but YouTube won’t let me. You can see/hear it HERE if you so choose.

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I am done justifying it

Written on March 5, 2009
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DONE. I am done justifying what I spend my money on to people. I have had no less that four people (one online and three at the school) say to me, in the last three days no less, you go to Starbucks every day? Why yes, I do. And what the hell does it matter? That just seems like a waste of money, they’ve all said. Think of the things you could buy with that money. It adds up. Have you ever thought about that?

I’m sure it does add up. But I don’t care. And I really want to know why anyone would care? You want to know what I spend a week at Starbucks? $20 freaking dollars. Add that to the $20 my husband spends a week and you’ve got $40 dollars. Holy crap. $40. Breaking the bank there I guess.

Could I make my coffee at home? I’m sure I could. I am certainly capable, in fact I own an espresso machine.

What I want to know is, why the fuck is it anyone else business where I spend my money? I don’t buy expensive purses. I have one Coach purse that I use every single day, but I’ve had it for over four years. I don’t buy expensive shoes. In fact, I don’t really buy shoes for myself. I prefer the same pair of shoes that I’ve had for two years. Whenever I can, I wear flip-flops. I don’t buy expensive clothes. I do buy new clothes for my ever growing children, but hey, they can’t exactly walk around nekkid. Also, I live right near a great outlet mall.

Logan and I live within our means. We always have. We are smart about our money. We started out buying a condo, then we sold it and bought a house. We have savings, that we add money too every month. All three of our kids have a college fund. We have a house, two paid off cars (which we bought used) and absolutly no debt. If I can’t pay for something, or I know I won’t be able to pay it off at the end of the month, I don’t buy it. Plain and simple. Yes, we’ve been lucky. But I’ve been working my ass off since I was fourteen years old and I’ve always been good with money. Am I rich, hell no. I will most likely never be. But I can afford my freaking Venti Non-Fat Mocha with whip cream from Starbucks. Every day, forever, if I want too.

This irritates me. People judging me, telling me how I should live my life, irritates the fuck out of me. I don’t judge others for what they spend. I happen to know that one of the people who said what she said to me, drives a freaking top of the line huge ass SUV when she only has two kids. Another goes out to night clubs every weekend and drinks long island iced teas like they are water. That can’t be cheap. Either way, I don’t care, so why the heck do they?

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10 years ago today

Written on March 3, 2009
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It doesn’t seem like 10 years could have gone by since Logan and I said, I do. Don’t get me wrong, some days it seems like it’s been a million years, but mostly it’s gone by pretty fast. Three kids does that to you. You can’t blink, because you’ll miss it all.

My husband is not the man I married 10 years ago. I am not the woman I was back then. We have changed, grown, become different people. (Which hopefully happens when you marry at 19 years old.) We’re lucky in the sense that the people we grew into, grew in the same direction and still get along. At least most days.

Yesterday was not one of those days. Yesterday was hard people. Just plain hard. But see, no one ever said marriage was easy. It isn’t; it’s a constantly challenging thing. Totally worth it, but not easy. As my mom says, if you don’t have the horrible days, you’d never really appreciate the good ones. I’ve never aired my dirty laundry on this blog, not where it concerns my husband. I don’t intend to start now, but lets just say, yesterday wasn’t fun. It doesn’t really matter today, because it was yesterday and now it’s over.

However, yesterday we didn’t act like people who have been married 10 years. We didn’t act like people who love each other. Hell, we didn’t even act like adults. (As Morgan says, we weren’t acting our age or IQ. She loves to say this too the dog, although I’m not sure dogs care one bit.) I am not proud of it, but I’m not upset about it either. Life moves on, love is bigger than irritation and frustration. I have never been good at staying angry. It’s too much dam work.

This morning, I woke up, turned over and was happy to see him. Him, the beautiful man I married. The man who was such a butt munch yesterday. Every morning, I look at him and I love him. No matter how pissed I might be, when he looks at me, I know I will always forgive him. Eventually. Because I love him. I love him more than everything in this world. I know that no matter what happens, he is here for me, and I for him. I’d move the moon for him if he asked.

10 years people. 10 years. I was going to be all sweet and sappy today, but I’m just not in the mood. Mostly because I am too freaking tired to form two thoughts that make sense. Instead I give you this:

Me: Babe, we’ve been married for ten freaking years. Don’t you think it’s about time you started actually hanging up your wet towels?

Logan: Iss, we’ve been married for ten years. Don’t YOU think it’s about time you gave up on me hanging up my towels?

And that my friends is what ten years of marriage looks like.

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The difference between growing up in LA and Denver:

Written on March 2, 2009
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Why does your cousin leave her garage door open all of the time, I asked Logan yesterday. “She likes people to walk in that way. I’m not even sure she remembers that she has a front door, was his response.

When I asked her why, she basically said the same thing. She also said half the time she doesn’t close it at night. She doesn’t lock her doors either.

Later on in the afternoon, as we got home, Logan started laughing. When I asked him what he was laughing at, he said me. Not only did I close the garage door before I even turned off the car, but I locked the car after I got the baby out.

I am a city girl, what can I say? It’s who I am. I was trained from a little girl too be street smart. Now I live in one of the safest neighborhoods in the mid-west. But I’m still a city girl.

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