Maybe a month ago, I saw a post that Chris did on her out of context text messages. Sometimes the best part of my day is reading back the texts that my best friends and I sent each other that day. I thought I’d share some. These are all randomly picked from the past month.
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Yep. She’s an itty bitty.
PSA: Nyquil is strong. One shouldn’t take it and then not go to bed. Unless one likes walking into door jams.
Ice cream requires no cooking or cleaning.
That is called attitude diva four. Welcome to my life
I just mopped my kitchen. Mostly because bubs peed everywhere. I just said, uh bud, you have to tell me before you pee, not after. He goes: otay mama, i do dat next time. Snort.
McD’s and DQ. I win at dinner.
No joke a monkey just got hit, fell, bounced on one of those little life rafts and ended back up where he was before.
I just made hot dogs on the grill. Heh. I’m awesome. I’m impressed I could turn the dam thing on.
The Dollar Store is a strange and terrifying place.
I fought a bed frame and the bed frame won.
Yes. But a very nice guy pushed the car into the gas station. I mean, I got dam close.
Am going to plant now. Wish me no child killing luck.
Yes. You need those bad boys sharpened.
Kittens are bad for motivation.
So it’s Holy Crabs??
Nachos. Want. The end.
I am a very wise woman. Knowledgeable. All that.
I may be a wee bit drunk.
I’m at Walmart. And I’m dressed like I belong here. I am ashamed.
Oh mad chillin for days.
He’s a handful. Like triplets.
You iz special.
On the: Issa’s trip to Lu’s floor of LA tour?
FYI: I have tiny fingers.
I’m super excited to get my sparkle back.
All four of us together? Epic.
H: Mama, I bery sad. Me: Why my bud? H: My poly-poly dies. Me: Oh yeah. How’d that happen. H: I step on him.
I’ve been asking A what she wants to eat for dinner. Her response at least 3 times now? I want to eat Dora. Either I’m raising a cannibal or a lesbian.
Girl still needs Etsy Anonymous.
Dude. I want to marry my artichoke dip. I wonder what our babies would look like?
You may be the least hate-able person in the entire world.
For some reason these children still expect me to do things like feed them. Water them. Somerthing.
Delivery Preschool. That’d rock.
But everyone needs a large pink blow up shark, right??
This last one was an email from my mother: “Melissa Annie, what are the exact numbers when one says they require a “butt shit-load” of photographs. This is not a number either P or I are familiar with. Please advise. Love, mama”
Have you ever sat at breakfast on a relatively calm and peaceful morning and thought, how could I change this to be a morning filled with screaming and tantrums? I mean really, what’s a morning without a good ole fashioned tantrum?
Well no fear my friends, I have the answer for you. All you have to do is realize that your children weren’t with you on Sunday and so their nails and toenails haven’t been trimmed.
Simply take out the clipper and voila: TANTRUMS AND SCREAMING!!!!!
You are very welcome.
Here’s the poll for the first book choice for my book club. Voting ends on Wednesday. It’s still open for all. Just please make a book choice and leave me a comment, so I have your email address.
Which book should we read first?
- The Weird Sisters (26%, 9 Votes)
- Sisterhood Everlasting (23%, 8 Votes)
- The Help (17%, 6 Votes)
- BossyPants (14%, 5 Votes)
- Hunger Series (9%, 3 Votes)
- The Paris Wife (6%, 2 Votes)
- Cutting for Stone (3%, 1 Votes)
- The 19th Wife (3%, 1 Votes)
- Maine (0%, 0 Votes)
- The Glass House (0%, 0 Votes)
Total Voters: 35
Loading ...In other news, I have the flu. So just know posting may be a bit light this week. I will email everyone with book club details on Wednesday.
I don’t believe that this world is black and white.
I don’t believe that being overweight makes one automatically unhealthy. I believe in this society, we’ve decided to discount genes. To conveniently forget that it’s okay to be different. To decide that there is only one body type acceptable. It’s okay that you disagree with me on this.
I don’t believe that being gay is bad. I believe some people are born gay. How can being born a certain way be bad? Love is beautiful.
I don’t believe depressed people can just turn it off and be happy. It’s been proven to be misfiring neurons in your brain. Personally I don’t have a on/off switch to my brain. Do you for yours?
I don’t believe all bums on the street are all just too lazy to get a job. In fact, I know first hand that this is rarely the case.
I don’t believe that marriage always ends because people are too lazy to make it work. Sometimes, people just grow apart.
I don’t believe in organized religion. However, I fully support everyone in their right to religion. You will never hear me say otherwise. You should believe how you want, but please allow me the same courtesy.
I don’t believe our government has all the answers. I also don’t expect them too.
I don’t believe in black and white. I lean more towards a beautiful rainbow of colors. You however are free to live in whichever world you want. This space however? Is mine. My world. My words. My home. Watch what you say here please. I’m instituting a, I will delete whoever I want at will policy.
When I’m sick, I go to Walgreen’s clinic. I don’t call my primary care doctor, even when I claim I do. Sure, I go to them if I’ve broken something. When sick, I don’t.Yesterday my mom asked me why I do that. Why I go to a walk-in clinic instead of a doctor who may know me. I had to think about it.
I go because my doctor does not know me. I changed insurance two months ago and my doctor has no clue who I am. However, I did this long before changing insurance and having a new doctor.
Here’s the real reason: I go because the nurse practitioners at Walgreen’s are nice. They are kind. They deal with what I’ve come in for only. They do not judge me.
I am 31 years old. I am tired of being judged every single time I walk into a doctors office. I am sick to death of being told that I broke my thumb or screwed up my knee because I am fat. I am sick to death of going to a doctor for a sinus infection and them telling me that I wouldn’t get sick if I wasn’t fat. Would I like them to tell me how to not be fat?
Here I am sick or broken in some way and this is what I get to hear. Every. Single. Time.
One time I was really sick on a weekend. It was probably two years ago. I’d waited weeks and weeks past when I should have gone in because I emotionally couldn’t deal with my doctor. So…I went to an Urgent Care facility. They were so very kind. They were helpful. I walked out feeling heard for once. I went home with three prescriptions and I felt better. Just having gone there, I felt better. From then on, I went to Urgent Care when sick.
Then Walgreen’s opened their clinics. It was closer and my co-pay was cheaper, so I tried it out. Same thing. They treated me like a person. A sick person. Not like a fat cow who doesn’t know how to be thin.
Here’s the truth: I am me. I have tried every diet in the book. I lose the same 10 pounds and then over time I gain it back. Even when pregnant, I lost weight in the beginning and gained it back in the end. When all was said and done? I ended up the exact same weight. Yep. I’ve weighed the same amount since I was about 18 years old. It’s genes. I am sure of it. Trust me when I tell you that on my dad’s side of the family, I am considered small. I’ve long since come to terms with who I am. I have long ago stopped trying to pretend to be anything but me.
Doctors though? They make me feel horrible. Not because they reminded me that I’m fat. No, I’m quite aware of that. It’s that they don’t treat me as a person who is sick in that moment. They can’t just treat the fact that I have a sinus infection, an inner ear infection and junky lungs. No, they have to treat me like vermin. Like I got sick on purpose. Like I’m a bother to them.
Me, with perfect blood pressure, no cholesterol problems and no diabetes, is vermin. Because I happen to have gotten sick. Hi, I have three children. I’m going to sometimes get sick. Just like they probably do too.
So I don’t go to my doctor unless absolutly necessary. I go to Walgreen’s Clinic instead. I came home yesterday with three prescriptions and the knowledge that to that woman, for the 25 minutes that I saw her? I was a person.
UPDATE: Sigh. I guess I need to update this. Guys? I go to my doc for a physical every two years as recommended. I get my blood work done when they ask. I see my OB just as often. (Specialists tend to be different. I’m about to go to an Endocrinologist next week for the PCOS.) But when I’m sick? I don’t like feeling worse when I leave than when I walked in. So this is my compromise.
***I swear I am not getting paid a cent for this. These are just my opinions.
PS. There is still time to join the book club and help choose some book ideas. On Monday, I will post some way to vote and I’ll email everyone who wanted to be a part of it. I’d do it sooner, but guys? I’m sick. So please be patient.
I’ve wanted to be in a book club for a long time. I was in one once, a great one online with many people. After a few books though, it got to be too much work and people stopped reading the book. I think that tends to happen over time, especially during the school year.
This being summer however, I’ve really been wanting to join a book club. The problem is, I don’t know many local people. The people I do know are not interested in starting a book club. It kinda bums me out. I have books sitting on my Kindle that I want to read. I want to read new books. I want to talk about books. I love to read. But I sorta feel like I need a push to start reading again. Or well, start reading something besides blogs and Twitter.
Anyway, so I’m wondering if anyone might want to maybe join my book club? I was thinking we could maybe vote on books. Try for one a month or something? I don’t exactly know how we could do it. Maybe a post to talk about it? Maybe we could take over my comments section one night? Maybe there is a way to set up a chat room to discuss it one night a month. There is a way, I’m sure, I just haven’t thought of it yet.
I guess what I’ll ask is this. If you are interested, tell me what book you’d like to maybe read and I’ll set up an email list to everyone. I’ll call it: Issa’s summer book club. (I am all ingenious with names, aren’t I?)
One book idea that I had was Sisterhood Everlasting, by Ann Brashares. It’s something that looked good to me. Although, I promise I’m open to any and all suggestions.
So…..thoughts? Anyone interested in joining? Book ideas?
**Updated with book ideas:
Me: Sisterhood Everlasting Or maybe BossyPants by Tina Fey.
Greis: The Help
Renee: Cutting for Stone
Lex: Hunger Series
Kathy: The Glass House
DawnK: Maine
Marinka: The Weird Sisters
Kirsten: The 19th Wife
Kristen: The Paris wife
I generally don’t condone any type of violence. My kids get an automatic time out for smacking, kicking or shoving each other. Well, when I see it at least. That’s why when I showed up at the girls day camp last week and heard that Bailey had kicked a kid in the nuts, she was a bit surprised when she wasn’t in trouble. In fact, I was proud of her.
Turns out there was a boy who’d been trying to kiss her non-stop for two days. He’d been repeatedly told to knock it off. He’d been separated from her. He’d been told why it wasn’t okay. Yet, he continued, despite all of her attempts to tell him to stop it. Literally, she was over heard numerous times asking him to stop, telling him no. The last thing she supposedly screamed at him before kicking him in the nuts was: NO MEANS NO!!!!
I have never been prouder to hear that my kid resorted to violence.
My brother teaches kick boxing and jujitsu to little kids, as his second job. He’s phenomenal at it. He tells my girls all of the time that using your words is the most important thing you can do. However, he also has taught them what to do when words don’t seem to be working.
The first thing Bailey asked to do when we got to the car, was call her uncle. He was proud of her. I was proud of her. She tried everything else first and then? She protected herself.
Not yet seven years old and she’s just so awesome. I’m so proud.
This week, as most of you likely know (because I’m a Twitter complainer), I was hacked. Hacked at the server level by a evil blog eating clown. It destroyed my entire blog and corrupted the server database. This was what I found when alerted that my blog was gone on Tuesday:
I hear there was creepy music as well, but since I keep my computer speakers off, I never heard it. That was what was left in the place of my blog.
Gone. In an instant, three years of my life was gone. Every word. Every photo. Every comment. Luckily, most have now been restored. The rest are gone for good. Photos in any post are forever lost. Some comments as well. There is no way to get them back.
After waiting for three days for my old blog host to cough over my corrupted server, my best friend Jenna has managed to resurrect my blog. She is a hero. My own personal savior. I owe her big time. I offered her my first born, but a bossy nine year old with stinky feet didn’t seem to be something she wanted.
It’s not just my words that I lost this week. It was my heart and soul. I pour both into my posts and they felt stolen. I have felt very violated this week. I still do, even though I now have a place to call my home again. It felt like someone came and hacked off my leg. I needed that leg. I need that leg. This has been emotionally and mentally exhausting.
I readily admit to being dumb. I used the same password for years and years and years. It was the same for my blog, multiple email accounts, Facebook and Twitter. I am not kidding when I say years. I’ve used the same password for six years. Now of course all of them have been changed. I’ll start changing them on the first of every month.
However, I didn’t hack myself. Some evil clown did. Just because he felt bored, most likely. I thought my host would protect me. They didn’t. In fact, they hold themselves 100% not responsible. They blame WP. They blame me. They accept none of the blame. Needless to say, I have now switched hosts.
Friends, I want you to learn from my mistakes. Back up your blog. Send a good back-up to your email once a week and keep it. Don’t trash them like I did. Keep them. If you don’t know how and trust me, I don’t either, then please go see this great post by Schmutzie.
Change your passwords every month. This was possibly my downfall. Use something odd. Don’t use your kids names. I thought I was safe by using my kids real names and not their blog names. Yeah. I wasn’t thinking.
In the end, it’s not possible to not be hacked. They, whoever they may be, are extremely good at this. It’s not personal to them, it’s random. I thought I was safe. I thought I was too small a blogger to ever be noticed, much less hacked. I was wrong. So very wrong.
You never know how important something is to you, until it’s gone. I now know without a doubt how very important this site is to me. I’ve been lost without it the past few days. I am so very thankful to have it back.
Please learn from me friends. Please. Protect yourself. Protect your words. Try and protect your heart from what I’ve been through.
**Thank you, thank you times a zillion to the amazing, talented Jenna.
When I did this the first time, it was April and really that was a bit early. Also I figured if Kirsten did it and Christy did it, I should up-date mine.
This summer I’m going to find a new job. In reality I will give this up till Fall. It’s just too hard to look for something and then try to say, but hey here’s my list of days off.
I’m going occasionally eat DQ ice cream for dinner. Have done once. Will do a few more times.
I’m going to make bedtimes later for the girls. Done for all three actually. It makes evenings a bit more mellow. Our mornings are a bit later but it’s okay because day camp starts a bit later.
I’m going to take my daughters on sushi and movie dates. Done once. Will do a few more times. Movies currently on the list are: X-Men, Harry Potter, Transformers, Judy Moody (girls are seeing that with camp as I type this) and Cars 2.
I’m going to take my kids on dates, one on one. I’m going to take my son to the zoo aquarium and my daughters to malls and museums.
I’m going to take the kids to jet ski with cousins.
I’m going to take my kids to my parents mountain house for weekend or two.
I’m going to go to BlogHer. I’m going to hug old friends and meet new ones. I’m going to go to parties and actually attend a few sessions this year.
I’m going to finally meet my best friend’s Lu and Jenna in person. PLANNED!!!!
This summer watermelon, cherries and strawberries will fill my fridge. Hell yes. Constantly.
I’m going to host the 4th of July BBQ at my house. I’m currently working on my menu. It involves cherry pie and coconut cake so far. Ha.
This summer I’m going to buy a baseball cap and stop sunburning my head. Okay so this may be impossible. I have a large head.
I’m also going to carry sunscreen on my person at all times. I’m going to try and act like I live in the Mile High City for the first time in four years. So far, doing pretty well on sunscreen and carrying water bottles everywhere.
I will make slushies a regular occurrence. I will make cupcakes for no reason and buy Popsicles often. Must work on this now.
I will buy glow in the dark sidewalk chaulk and help the kids color at night.
Take the girls to Elitch’s. This is a big expense, but I’m taking a week day off in July to do it.
I’m going to read the books sitting on my Kindle.
Paint the inside of my entire house. Actually am doing pretty well on this one. Main rooms and hallways are done. My bedroom is done. Harrison’s bedroom is done. Basement, bathrooms and girls room to follow if they ever decide on a freaking color.
That’s what I know right now. I may keep up-dating it. Crossing things off as they come up
At the end of last week, I thought I was about to have a great writing opportunity. Something elsewhere that would have been great. I thought about it for days. Do I want to delve into the realm of professional writing. I decided that it was worth a shot. I’d tried once before and wrote a few articles, none of which will see the light of day, because of the AOL takeover thing.
They seemed interested in me. They mentioned topics even. Then, the person who I was emailing back and forth asked my blog/twitter stats. I gave them to her. I mean what do I care? I don’t pay attention to this stuff. Really I even had to ask twitter how one finds their blog stats.
This morning there was basically a form letter letting me know that they are going with someone else. Yeah. It wasn’t stated as too why, but I know why. Because this is a small blog. Because I keep my Twitter follower list small by blocking all spammers. Because they will go with the same people as always.
It’s always the same. Same people writing everywhere. No fresh voices. No one new is welcome…unless you have whatever the desired number of stats. But no one seems to know exactly what that desired number may be. The magic number that makes one a “real blogger”.
Wouldn’t you think that if they had enough faith in their site, that it shouldn’t matter how many people read here? Wouldn’t you think that maybe, just for once, they’d like someone new and fresh?
The answer seems to be no.
Don’t bring in new people. Keep it all the same. Same people who have been writing everywhere for five years. God forbid we should read someone we don’t know.
This leaves a distaste in my mouth. It makes me want to give up. Just stay here where I’m welcome. If they liked me on Friday, but not now…what’s the point in trying?
Same, same, same.
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