Apparently my posts come around like presidential elections- not frequent enough. :) Please note that is/was/will be THE ONLY thing "political" mentioned in this post. I've realized I have not blogged in a while, and have been neglectful to my (hmmm, maybe 2 followers?), so I want to take a moment to throw some shit on the table.
Life is good. Got a little 'stuck' in a rut (it happens) but back on the kick-ass wagon. The babies are good and after a 4-day hospital stay with the little-little one, we are pleased to report she is back 100%. I hope we NEVER have to go through that again- or any parent for that matter. All I can say is we are beyond blessed to have a wonderful pediatrician and healthcare facilities in this town. I never wanted to see the new addition to the hospital as a patient (well, mother of one) but it is amazing and they treated us like rock stars. Big sister is still sassy as ever and is doing great. She got her first official report card for school and I only hope she continues to get "makes us laugh and smile daily" as the remark from her teachers every year- love it!
The animals are well. Well, not all that well, but well. Our beloved Genga (aka: Wonder Dog) received a horrendous diagnosis back in September. OH...please note, she is still with us! Wow, that sounded bad. I do not know if you have ever heard of megaesophagus, but it SUCKS. She has it, there is no cure, and we can only provide special lifestyle accomodations to keep her fed. She eats like a human now and we are just taking it day by day. I love her with all of my heart so we are keeping the faith and just being extra grateful for each day we have her.
Well, I hate to end it on a somber note (megaE+ Wonderdog= somber note) but I must jet off to another exciting adventure.
To try to get back on track and keep people intrigued, I am listing a few topics/stories that will make the blog soon:
- Trick-o'-treat stressors
- Adult costumes
- Dierks Bently 911 vs. 5150 song confusion in children
- Speeding ticket (witness, not violator)
- Yankees
Love to all!
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Thursday, August 23, 2012
Feelings...
This pretty much describes the feelings I have towards numerous people today...
That is all for this morning.
Toodles!
That is all for this morning.
Toodles!
Monday, August 20, 2012
Put me out to pasture
Learned this morning...
1- I am too old to go down the 40ft water slide
2- I am too out of shape
3- I need to actually use my jogging stroller for jogging
Some of our most favorite-ist (yea, its a word...or should be) people hosted a party for their son's big day. They rented one of those massive inflatable water slides and Caroline had a blast the entire party sliding down that thing at mach1. Well, when you rent one, you get it for the entire weekend. So, we (mainly Jay did the inviting) were invited back Sunday to cook out and use the slide. This time (since it is just us) I bring out the old swimsuit and plan on sliding with Caroline. O...M...G! First, that thing was pretty high. Second, I know the bigger one is, the faster they go, but holy %^&%! I shot down that thing like a bullet and am surprised my big arse didn't bust through the bottom pool/retaining pond/limb collector. WOOHOO- the first one was done and I had to go again. Feeling like a 10 year old (while looking like an 80 year old) I went back over and over (and over...) for my thrills. The last time I went down I must have (as my non-limber body contorted in ways it never has) slid by - and against- the velcro union that holds together certain pieces of the slide...yep, burned the snot out of my wrist. Not highlighting that I was wussing out, I also realized I was out of breath and needed to end the embarassment. I dried off and enjoyed the rest of the time eating, watching the kids and laughing with the cool peeps.
Our mattress sucks, but I woke up this morning hurting like no other and nope, it wasn't that lumpy old serta who was resposible for the pain. Yes--it was all of my sliding! I know there have to be bruises working their way up to the surface of my skin, but damn...I am feeling it. I am taking Wonder Dog out for walks starting...ok, probably not tonight (it is raining), but tomorrow and am going to do something about this. I have little ones and I am not going to be the mom who cannot climb the slide, jump in the bouncy house, nor kick-ass at any other kid activity- I do them now, but I do not want to be sore for two days afterwards anymore.
So, it took a 40ft waterslide to kick start my fitness-awareness-changes-to -my-current-slacker-ways.
Woohoo!
1- I am too old to go down the 40ft water slide
2- I am too out of shape
3- I need to actually use my jogging stroller for jogging
Some of our most favorite-ist (yea, its a word...or should be) people hosted a party for their son's big day. They rented one of those massive inflatable water slides and Caroline had a blast the entire party sliding down that thing at mach1. Well, when you rent one, you get it for the entire weekend. So, we (mainly Jay did the inviting) were invited back Sunday to cook out and use the slide. This time (since it is just us) I bring out the old swimsuit and plan on sliding with Caroline. O...M...G! First, that thing was pretty high. Second, I know the bigger one is, the faster they go, but holy %^&%! I shot down that thing like a bullet and am surprised my big arse didn't bust through the bottom pool/retaining pond/limb collector. WOOHOO- the first one was done and I had to go again. Feeling like a 10 year old (while looking like an 80 year old) I went back over and over (and over...) for my thrills. The last time I went down I must have (as my non-limber body contorted in ways it never has) slid by - and against- the velcro union that holds together certain pieces of the slide...yep, burned the snot out of my wrist. Not highlighting that I was wussing out, I also realized I was out of breath and needed to end the embarassment. I dried off and enjoyed the rest of the time eating, watching the kids and laughing with the cool peeps.
Our mattress sucks, but I woke up this morning hurting like no other and nope, it wasn't that lumpy old serta who was resposible for the pain. Yes--it was all of my sliding! I know there have to be bruises working their way up to the surface of my skin, but damn...I am feeling it. I am taking Wonder Dog out for walks starting...ok, probably not tonight (it is raining), but tomorrow and am going to do something about this. I have little ones and I am not going to be the mom who cannot climb the slide, jump in the bouncy house, nor kick-ass at any other kid activity- I do them now, but I do not want to be sore for two days afterwards anymore.
So, it took a 40ft waterslide to kick start my fitness-awareness-changes-to -my-current-slacker-ways.
Woohoo!
Thursday, August 9, 2012
Thank you TLC, the end is near....
Apparently, the end is near. Last night, I found myself sitting in the big chair watching Honey Boo Boo on TLC and realizing that I have lost valued time in my life. Holy freaking h%ll! It was an hour of my life that I will never get back, but it was one that was very enlightening and made me ask myself a few questions. Questions, of course, that I would like to share with all.
1- What the %^&@ is wrong with TLC? Didn't it use to stand for the 'learning' channel?
2- Why did these %^&%ers have to be from Georgia?
3- How close can one's house get to the actual train track?
4- Did anyone else know they have junk food auctions?
5- If yes, where the hell are they located besides boondock, GA, USA?
6- Why can't there be fruit and vegetable auctions? Where are those jokers held?
7- Who the hell is Miss Muricka (murrr- reee- ka) as Honey/Papa Bear pointed out?
8- Did the law not do the math on these peoples ages? Kids; 17 (and on her third trimester of her pregnancy), 15, 12, 6....Mom 32.... Dad, 40. So, Mom had first child at 15 when dad was...what the &^*#... 23?
In addition to the questions that I had, I also had a few thoughts and items I would like to share and point out.
- There was a fabulously placed Dale Earnhart, Sr. photo on the shelves with all of the excessive coupon shopping 'scores' are kept. Point for the crew keeping it in the shot, loss of point for Dale, Sr.
- That was not a teacup pig. That bastard is going to be full-sized like our 'little' potbellied beast that became the size of a small foreign car.
- The etiquette coach must have been paid a shitload of cash to do a cameo on this show.
- These people are getting PAID to do this show.
- I will NEVER have a large barrel o' cheese balls in my home or near my children. If I end pu somewhere that a barrel is present, we shall leave.
- These people are getting PAID to do this show.
- If you speak English, yet have to have subtitles posted for EVERYTHING you say, you should not get your own show nor be paid to do so.
- There are producers getting PAID for this show.
- The Duggars look %^#$ing sane compared to this freak show.
- These people are getting PAID to do this show.
- TLC is a bunch of biggoted a-holes as they worked (ok, they had some great material) to showcase GA as a backwards ass, bottom of the gene-pool, state.
So, I think I have to sum it up with an 'F-you', TLC. What used to be the "learning" channel, is now officially the "lowest" point channel. You (TLC) are only holding on by a shred due to What Not To Wear and Say 'Yes' To The Dress. I think Stacy and Clinton need to flee for their saftey!
1- What the %^&@ is wrong with TLC? Didn't it use to stand for the 'learning' channel?
2- Why did these %^&%ers have to be from Georgia?
3- How close can one's house get to the actual train track?
4- Did anyone else know they have junk food auctions?
5- If yes, where the hell are they located besides boondock, GA, USA?
6- Why can't there be fruit and vegetable auctions? Where are those jokers held?
7- Who the hell is Miss Muricka (murrr- reee- ka) as Honey/Papa Bear pointed out?
8- Did the law not do the math on these peoples ages? Kids; 17 (and on her third trimester of her pregnancy), 15, 12, 6....Mom 32.... Dad, 40. So, Mom had first child at 15 when dad was...what the &^*#... 23?
In addition to the questions that I had, I also had a few thoughts and items I would like to share and point out.
- There was a fabulously placed Dale Earnhart, Sr. photo on the shelves with all of the excessive coupon shopping 'scores' are kept. Point for the crew keeping it in the shot, loss of point for Dale, Sr.
- That was not a teacup pig. That bastard is going to be full-sized like our 'little' potbellied beast that became the size of a small foreign car.
- The etiquette coach must have been paid a shitload of cash to do a cameo on this show.
- These people are getting PAID to do this show.
- I will NEVER have a large barrel o' cheese balls in my home or near my children. If I end pu somewhere that a barrel is present, we shall leave.
- These people are getting PAID to do this show.
- If you speak English, yet have to have subtitles posted for EVERYTHING you say, you should not get your own show nor be paid to do so.
- There are producers getting PAID for this show.
- The Duggars look %^#$ing sane compared to this freak show.
- These people are getting PAID to do this show.
- TLC is a bunch of biggoted a-holes as they worked (ok, they had some great material) to showcase GA as a backwards ass, bottom of the gene-pool, state.
So, I think I have to sum it up with an 'F-you', TLC. What used to be the "learning" channel, is now officially the "lowest" point channel. You (TLC) are only holding on by a shred due to What Not To Wear and Say 'Yes' To The Dress. I think Stacy and Clinton need to flee for their saftey!
Friday, July 6, 2012
From a bad attitude, to gratitude...
So, I have been an angry little one for the past few weeks. I have SO much to be grateful for, but I have let a bad situation get the best of me and I am working on it---I am a work in progress. So, after my super-angry blog regarding PTC, I thought I would share a blog of appreciation and gratitude.
I grew up in the thriving metropolis of Atlanta, GA- ATL, holla! I remember one day I was driving my mom's car home from the store with my sister (she is older so looking back I have no idea why I was driving and not her, but it adds to the story) and I hit a hole in the asphalt. I blew out the left front tire and came to rest in the turn lane of a somewhat busy intersection. Not that I am that much of a dinosaur, but teens didn't really have cellphones at their beck and call then- in fact, my dad gave me a CB radio for Christmas one year and said "hit channel 9 for emergency if you breakdown."- so calling dad to rescue us was not an option. As we are standing there lookin at the car- all while my sister is saying (and laughing at me) "thank God you were driving and not me...dad is going to kill you" -a local police officer pulls up behind us and hits the lights. I (I have been a smartass for as long as I can remember) said something to the effect of "thank the lord help is here!" and he replies with "um, yea...I am not AAA, junior, I am just here to make sure I do not have to work a wreck because you are in the road and someone will hit you." Since my dad taught me how to change tires I reply with "yes, sir" and head towards the trunk to get this party started. My sassy sister apparently worked her charm on the officer and he was kind enough to call my dad to let him know what was going on. The two of them inform me of dad being on the way and I reply (again, somewhat sassy) with "well, thank God you are here officer Jones as you can protect me from my dad as he is going to kick my ass." Officer Jones begins to laugh at this point (never once pointing out that I was totally jacking up the jack) and turns out to be the nicest man- but he did not budge from the front of his patrol car...nor did my sister. My dad showed up, thanked the officer, made me change the tire (helping of course) and then went and talked to Officer Jones for some time. I remember when we got home I asked my dad why the officer didn't offer to help me. He replied with the same thing the officer said "Kerri, they are not AAA, his job is not to work on people's cars." I knew he was right, I was never mad at the officer for not assisting, but this all leads up to what I witnessed in Thomasville (my 'now' hometown) and just how different things can be.
I was on my way to pick up Caroline the other day and there was a car stalled in a very busy intersection. A local sherrif's deputy had pulled up behind the driver and turned on his lights so people would know to pass and not bottleneck traffic. There was an exchange between the officer and the driver of the dead car and then, the officer (dressed in a suit as I am assuming he had court that day, or something) went around and pushed the car in 100* plus weather so the person could get safely out of the way. Easily this kind man could have pushed the car with his patrol car, but no, he did it himself. I was sitting there watching this and thinking of my ATL Officer Jones and the "we aren't AAA" story and just chuckled. If only people realize how amazingly kind and special this moment was. So, I would like to give a shout out to the local men and women who keep our fabulous city safe, watch for us, and are kind to the residents. From this case, to the time an officer took a break from writing a ticket (yes, he was writing the darn ticket) to run over and give Caroline a Halloween goodie bag as we were walking by, to the officers who have helped my family on more than one occasion, and to those who guided us through downed trees and flooded streets to get to our children when we had horrific weather. Thank you for all that you do. I will be the first to admit that I am too selfish and wimpy to do what they do, so please do not label me as a kiss-ass, but I am the first to admit that I respect the hell out of them and I wish more people did too.
I grew up in the thriving metropolis of Atlanta, GA- ATL, holla! I remember one day I was driving my mom's car home from the store with my sister (she is older so looking back I have no idea why I was driving and not her, but it adds to the story) and I hit a hole in the asphalt. I blew out the left front tire and came to rest in the turn lane of a somewhat busy intersection. Not that I am that much of a dinosaur, but teens didn't really have cellphones at their beck and call then- in fact, my dad gave me a CB radio for Christmas one year and said "hit channel 9 for emergency if you breakdown."- so calling dad to rescue us was not an option. As we are standing there lookin at the car- all while my sister is saying (and laughing at me) "thank God you were driving and not me...dad is going to kill you" -a local police officer pulls up behind us and hits the lights. I (I have been a smartass for as long as I can remember) said something to the effect of "thank the lord help is here!" and he replies with "um, yea...I am not AAA, junior, I am just here to make sure I do not have to work a wreck because you are in the road and someone will hit you." Since my dad taught me how to change tires I reply with "yes, sir" and head towards the trunk to get this party started. My sassy sister apparently worked her charm on the officer and he was kind enough to call my dad to let him know what was going on. The two of them inform me of dad being on the way and I reply (again, somewhat sassy) with "well, thank God you are here officer Jones as you can protect me from my dad as he is going to kick my ass." Officer Jones begins to laugh at this point (never once pointing out that I was totally jacking up the jack) and turns out to be the nicest man- but he did not budge from the front of his patrol car...nor did my sister. My dad showed up, thanked the officer, made me change the tire (helping of course) and then went and talked to Officer Jones for some time. I remember when we got home I asked my dad why the officer didn't offer to help me. He replied with the same thing the officer said "Kerri, they are not AAA, his job is not to work on people's cars." I knew he was right, I was never mad at the officer for not assisting, but this all leads up to what I witnessed in Thomasville (my 'now' hometown) and just how different things can be.
I was on my way to pick up Caroline the other day and there was a car stalled in a very busy intersection. A local sherrif's deputy had pulled up behind the driver and turned on his lights so people would know to pass and not bottleneck traffic. There was an exchange between the officer and the driver of the dead car and then, the officer (dressed in a suit as I am assuming he had court that day, or something) went around and pushed the car in 100* plus weather so the person could get safely out of the way. Easily this kind man could have pushed the car with his patrol car, but no, he did it himself. I was sitting there watching this and thinking of my ATL Officer Jones and the "we aren't AAA" story and just chuckled. If only people realize how amazingly kind and special this moment was. So, I would like to give a shout out to the local men and women who keep our fabulous city safe, watch for us, and are kind to the residents. From this case, to the time an officer took a break from writing a ticket (yes, he was writing the darn ticket) to run over and give Caroline a Halloween goodie bag as we were walking by, to the officers who have helped my family on more than one occasion, and to those who guided us through downed trees and flooded streets to get to our children when we had horrific weather. Thank you for all that you do. I will be the first to admit that I am too selfish and wimpy to do what they do, so please do not label me as a kiss-ass, but I am the first to admit that I respect the hell out of them and I wish more people did too.
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
Hypocrites...
I have never, and never will, paint myself as a perfect person. I do consider myself a christian, but I am also a realist and I am never one to withhold my opinions. I own my faults and do not portray myself as a church-going saint. I am human, I am flawed, I curse too much, I do not pray enough. I went to parochial school for 6 years and still cannot tell you what books are where in the bible. I have used the lord's name in vain (I apologize to him A LOT for that) and it would really benefit me to work on my resentment issues...but I am who I am. I know that none of this makes me a bad person and I know my god does not judge me...but I also know he doesn't turn his back when I judge others- he probably winces though. Feel free to pray for my soul now.
Friday, June 29, 2012
Starting to wish I was more organized like my dog...
If you had read my blog from the early days, you are well aware that I own Wonder Dog. And yes, you should be extremely jealous- yep, I went there. Genga is a blessing that we welcomed into our home (and hearts) roughly a year ago- don't think that I didn't acknowledge the true anniversary of the day she arrived. :) She is very smart and is starting to make me realize that I think she is more 'together' than her humans. This week has been tough (more so than usual) on me and I think my sweet angel has detected it and is trying to 'help' around the house...yes, I just stated that I think my dog, is 'helping' around the house. This was my facebook post yesterday-
"If Genga was a mother I can now conclude that she would not support the Ferber method for
her baby. Samantha did not even cry for 30 seconds this morning before I took a paw to the face
for not shooting out of bed right away."
I have not been sleeping well and have fallen asleep (more like passed the %*^% out) reading to Caroline the past few nights. I wake up at 3:00am (courtesy of Genga coming in to check on me) and then get to my own bed. The same thing happened last night and my sweet canine child escorted me to my room yet again. This morning, apparently I hit snooze one too many times so on the 3rd (I did the math) alert, I rolled over to hit the damn button and am greeted with her massive head waiting for me on the pillow. 1- it scared the bejeebus out of me, 2- I was awake...so point there for the pup, and 3- that freaking dog kept me on time for work!
She sat with Samantha while Caroline helped feed the last of her bottle so I could run around the house and get the last minute items together...if Genga wasn't there, Caroline would not have been so inclined to 'feed' her sister as long as she did. Then it hit me (well, after she 'hit' me to wake up the baby and get me up this morning)...my dog is more freaking organized and together than I am!
So, with this said, here is my mantra: "I only hope to be as put together of a bitch as my dog is."
"If Genga was a mother I can now conclude that she would not support the Ferber method for
her baby. Samantha did not even cry for 30 seconds this morning before I took a paw to the face
for not shooting out of bed right away."
I have not been sleeping well and have fallen asleep (more like passed the %*^% out) reading to Caroline the past few nights. I wake up at 3:00am (courtesy of Genga coming in to check on me) and then get to my own bed. The same thing happened last night and my sweet canine child escorted me to my room yet again. This morning, apparently I hit snooze one too many times so on the 3rd (I did the math) alert, I rolled over to hit the damn button and am greeted with her massive head waiting for me on the pillow. 1- it scared the bejeebus out of me, 2- I was awake...so point there for the pup, and 3- that freaking dog kept me on time for work!
She sat with Samantha while Caroline helped feed the last of her bottle so I could run around the house and get the last minute items together...if Genga wasn't there, Caroline would not have been so inclined to 'feed' her sister as long as she did. Then it hit me (well, after she 'hit' me to wake up the baby and get me up this morning)...my dog is more freaking organized and together than I am!
So, with this said, here is my mantra: "I only hope to be as put together of a bitch as my dog is."
Monday, June 25, 2012
Reason #476 why my family kicks a$$
I have the best family in the world. From my awesome biological family, to the great family I gained by marriage, to the friends who I consider family and who are probably ahead of me in any will. :) I get a message today from my cousin (she is my dad's cousin, so I guess my second-cousin...regardless, she is my cousin) that she will be only a few hours from where we live come November. She lives in New York where 99% of my dad's family still resides. I have already been blessed to have my cousin Jaimie, her hubby, and her awesome kids come to town this past spring break from NY---and yes, I miss them SO much! Well, now, Samantha (yes, my child and my cousin share the name) will be in Atlanta. I am planning my trip with my crew to go spend time with her. She is a pretty kick-ass chick...again, she is MY cousin and well, the Ponzillos are just that- AWESOME! ;) Get this, she will be in the ATL for a roller-derby championship tournament (ok, I hope I didnt botch that...could be playoffs, death match, well, you name it...those chicks are rad so I do not want to offend with my lack of derby-terminology) and I think it will be beyond fascinating to see it in action. Samantha (cousin) had a derby shirt made for Caroline a while back that reads 'Funky Monkey' as that is her roller-derby given nickname by my roller-derby cousin. Well, get this---little Samantha got her name today. Are you ready? Drumroll..... Sammy Davis Brusier.
I am in LOVE with this and come November, this little south GA family will be in the stands with two little girls (in bows most likely) sporting their 'derby-name' shirts for all to see. Yes, we shall be a sight and I am pretty sure Caroline, excuse me- Funky Monkey- will be ready for her roller-derby debut shortly after.
Flashback-
The front reads: 'roller girl in training'
The back is all business with "Funky Monkey'
YAY, for great news to kick off my week!!!
I am in LOVE with this and come November, this little south GA family will be in the stands with two little girls (in bows most likely) sporting their 'derby-name' shirts for all to see. Yes, we shall be a sight and I am pretty sure Caroline, excuse me- Funky Monkey- will be ready for her roller-derby debut shortly after.
Flashback-
The front reads: 'roller girl in training'
The back is all business with "Funky Monkey'
YAY, for great news to kick off my week!!!
Thursday, June 21, 2012
You are wise, Grasshoppa...
I really thought I was going to be better and have more posts, but, well, things have been interesting to say the least. I will not bore you all with certain topics that make the last little non-grey hairs on my head, turn, but let's just say that regardless with what happens in life, there is a plan. I like to think I should have better control over certain things in my life, but I also realize that sometimes lack of control gets you to where you need to be...it can just be one hell of a ride on the way.
Ok, enough of that crap, let's get to the good stuff...my kids kick ass! Caroline has advanced from her white belt to her yellow-striped belt (yes, insert your 'oohs' and 'ahhs' here). She did her test and knocked it out of the ballpark. I know I am partial, but girlie-girl was all serious, super focused and had 'Chinese' hair working in her favor. Ok, the 'hair'- we have been growing out her bangs and they are now long enough to be pulled back with her pony tails. With that said, she does not sit still so by days end they are usually in her face again. I didn't want her to have to push her hair back during her testing, so we put it in a high ponytail so those little buggars would stay put. As I was twirling her pony tail to get the static out, I started to 'wrap' it to see if she wanted to wear it in a bun. Well, she did...and freaked out over the new do. We get to the car to head on and she says "Mommy, I am going to do really good you know why, well I have 'Chinese' hair now!" It took all I had to keep it together, but she was officially in the zone. She walked tall, she bowed like Daniel-san and controlled herself like Bruce Lee. She made me proud (for the record, I would have been proud if she went up and farted on cue) and she made herself proud as well. The awards ceremony was last night and she got her new belt...and icecream maker (long story). Here is a little photo of the proud tiger-cub.
Now, I mentioned my 'kids' kick ass, so let's not forget sweet baby Samantha. She is doing fabulous and besides a case of cradle cap- or as Caroline says 'cradle crap'- she is one super happy baby. She is smiling, cooing, and growing like a weed. I still find myself asking 'how?' as in "how did I get so lucky to be blessed with two perfect children?" Maybe I am not the synical, stubborn, catty ass I think I am and maybe, just maybe, the big man apreciates my sense of humor (which can get confused for said traits noted previously).
Well, I have a lot to look forward to this week. We are going to make icecream to celebrate Caroline's new accomplishment. We are going to go plant-ass-crazy and replace the folliage that Jay so kindly fried with his 'fertilizer' and we are going to celebrate the birthday of one of the coolest (she kicks ass and is quite amazing) women I know and have a blast. So, family time, great friends time, and well...cocktails, and you can paint this chick happy.
Duces!
Ok, enough of that crap, let's get to the good stuff...my kids kick ass! Caroline has advanced from her white belt to her yellow-striped belt (yes, insert your 'oohs' and 'ahhs' here). She did her test and knocked it out of the ballpark. I know I am partial, but girlie-girl was all serious, super focused and had 'Chinese' hair working in her favor. Ok, the 'hair'- we have been growing out her bangs and they are now long enough to be pulled back with her pony tails. With that said, she does not sit still so by days end they are usually in her face again. I didn't want her to have to push her hair back during her testing, so we put it in a high ponytail so those little buggars would stay put. As I was twirling her pony tail to get the static out, I started to 'wrap' it to see if she wanted to wear it in a bun. Well, she did...and freaked out over the new do. We get to the car to head on and she says "Mommy, I am going to do really good you know why, well I have 'Chinese' hair now!" It took all I had to keep it together, but she was officially in the zone. She walked tall, she bowed like Daniel-san and controlled herself like Bruce Lee. She made me proud (for the record, I would have been proud if she went up and farted on cue) and she made herself proud as well. The awards ceremony was last night and she got her new belt...and icecream maker (long story). Here is a little photo of the proud tiger-cub.
Now, I mentioned my 'kids' kick ass, so let's not forget sweet baby Samantha. She is doing fabulous and besides a case of cradle cap- or as Caroline says 'cradle crap'- she is one super happy baby. She is smiling, cooing, and growing like a weed. I still find myself asking 'how?' as in "how did I get so lucky to be blessed with two perfect children?" Maybe I am not the synical, stubborn, catty ass I think I am and maybe, just maybe, the big man apreciates my sense of humor (which can get confused for said traits noted previously).
Well, I have a lot to look forward to this week. We are going to make icecream to celebrate Caroline's new accomplishment. We are going to go plant-ass-crazy and replace the folliage that Jay so kindly fried with his 'fertilizer' and we are going to celebrate the birthday of one of the coolest (she kicks ass and is quite amazing) women I know and have a blast. So, family time, great friends time, and well...cocktails, and you can paint this chick happy.
Duces!
Monday, June 4, 2012
Monday funday, I really want a sundae...
Do you ever have one of those days where all you really want to do is eat junk food and wear stretchy pants so you have more room for said consumption? I actually am having a great day (thus far). Samantha is getting over a cold and must be going through a growth spurt as she ate like a T-Rex this weekend. She is still super sweet and super happy....just super hungry. Caroline was her sassy little self as well. Yesterday, we (ok, me and Caroline) took on the spontaneous plan to re-do her room. We grabbed some spray paint at Lowes and planned to just spray paint her dresser to 'match' her bed and be done with it. Well, two pieces of painted furniture, shifting of curtains, new placement of furniture, pictures re-hung, and closets/drawers cleaned out later, girly pants has sweet new digs. I must say that I had not planned it, but loved what we got accomplished. Had I not completely jacked up cooking dinner, I would have thought I was super-mom yesterday. Caroline story sidebar- as we are going through the re-do, Caroline 'finds' all of her stuff that she just cannot live without. She goes through the garbage bag to ask me why I am throwing away a sticker, and begs me not to put up the pair of shorts that would go so far up her a$$ she would walk like a flamingo. I love her, but she was pushing my buttons. I asked her to do something and (in true Caroline fashion) it took me about three request to get her attention and for her to finally do it. As she picks up the item, she states (in a tone that would warrant a time-out) "goodness, mommy...tone down the bossy pants." It took all I had not to pee my pants. I love her so much, but buddy are we in for it.
So, to the ice cream part. I do not want these times to end. It is summer, the kids (ok, Samantha's activities are less exciting) have lots to do, and I just want to play with them, be at home and make sundaes. It isn't too much to ask, is it?
So, to the ice cream part. I do not want these times to end. It is summer, the kids (ok, Samantha's activities are less exciting) have lots to do, and I just want to play with them, be at home and make sundaes. It isn't too much to ask, is it?
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Broken cub-promise already?
In TKD, the youngsters earn a stripe by learning (and repeating) the Tiger-Cub promise. The promise is pretty much pointing out that they are to use their TKD powers for good and not evil.
Story...
Caroline came home last week with a gnarly skinned-up knee. When I asked her what happened, she informed me that she fell at the Y...then added that she was pushed by some boy. She was not upset, so I figured it was not a big deal. We bought some super cool 'special' bandages, doctored it up and she was able to hold her own (some favoring by the end) in TKD class that night. The next morning (with the super-cool bandage) she was off and back to school the next day. I go to pick her up from the Y and she pointed out that she fell on the same knee again- yep, she mentioned the- now infamous- 'pusher' who played a role. Come Thursday, I am picking her up from gymnastics and before I could get to her, she comes hauling ass (I have never seen her run so hard) towards me and...yep, you guess it...trips and falls on the same darned knee. This stage in the game it was kind of ridiculous how much her poor little knee had been subjected to. She was in pain, and we opted out of TKD that evening as I had to carry her (note, Samantha was in her car seat on my other arm...my arms will be cut!) to the car. TKD classes were cancelled for the holiday, so she ws able to recover nicely this past weekend and her little knee is back to normal. Well, when I picked her up from the Y yesterday, as we were walking out, she totally called out the little punk who knocked her over twice. By calling him out, I mean she said "mommy that's him!" as she pointed (I told her it was not nice to point...then I realized she was just highlighting the perp) to this little man-child sitting in the hall. I believe he really did do it, because the look on his face was the "oh S%*^, I am in trouble" punk look he had (ok, he is a sweet-faced - probably only - 6 year old, but he hurt my baby so he is a punk:)) and he started squirming. I distracted her from getting all worked up and out the door we went. While walking to the car and I asked her what she would do if he pushed her again. Please note, the answer I am looking for here is 'tell my teacher' or something along the right thing to do. She thought about it for a second and told me that she would grab him 'like this' (she showed grabbing him by the head with both hands) and then proceeded to demonstrate a fantastic ‘head-butt’ wrestling move. I reminded her of the TKD tiger-cub promise, and she said “well, I know I can’t do it, but if I could…that’s what I’d do.”
I think if she did not already have her green stripe, it would have been on.
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
To change, or not to change...
So, I am thinking of a new way to become a more interesting blogger. I realized that I really do not have a centralized 'subject' for said blog..other than just the craziness that is my life...so, I am throwing some ideas out there. I am hopeful one will be appealing, one will jump out at me, or I will realize that I am not published or getting paid for it, so I will just keep it as is.
1- Dear '________'- this could be broken down into a variety of subjects such as 'Dear (jackass in the white truck)' or 'Dear (woman who invaded my personal space in the check-out line)' kind of format.
2- A Caroline blog. Seriously, she is the most entertaining, so maybe I just need to be able to chronicle her funnies in a blog that she can look back and reference when she is in therapy talking about what a crazy lady her mother is?
3- Dear Caroline. :)
1- Dear '________'- this could be broken down into a variety of subjects such as 'Dear (jackass in the white truck)' or 'Dear (woman who invaded my personal space in the check-out line)' kind of format.
2- A Caroline blog. Seriously, she is the most entertaining, so maybe I just need to be able to chronicle her funnies in a blog that she can look back and reference when she is in therapy talking about what a crazy lady her mother is?
3- Dear Caroline. :)
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Karate Kid
Caroline is an awesome child whom I adore and love more than life itself. She makes me happy, grey-haired, and keeps me laughing all of the time- she truly is FUNNY as all get out. While I laugh with her daily, recently I was given even more reasons for belly aches.
There is a relatively new tae kwon do center near our home and Caroline started inquiring about classes. I am not one to sign her up for everything she asks for the first time around -if I was like that, she would already be partaking in aligator wrestling, clown college, monkey training and getting certified to be a commercial fisherman- but, Miss Sassy Pants asked about 100 times so we stopped by. We thought karate would be good for her as it would teach her self-control and discipline- both things that would be greatly appreciated by all- twenty minutes later she had a new shirt and three 'trial' classes to see if she liked it. I figured it was the best $20 I spent that week. We go to the first class and I only wish the instructors informed me to wear a diaper. Caroline was ready to break a board and karate chop a brother. She did very well, and after saying 'Yes Sir!' 50+ times she was psyched for this new adventure. I knew she loved it (and that it sunk in) when on the way home I asked if she wanted to go back for another class. She replied "MA'AM, YES MA'AM!" I wasn't sure if she thought she was in TKD or the army, but I was basking in it.
Three classes passed and she became officially enrolled in their program. I must thank her grandparents as they are helping with this, as they are beyond supportive- and have always been too good to us. Caroline can go as many times a week as she wants and besides the big part of it, they also take her to the classes that conflict with our work schedules. Luckily, the center realizes that some mommies have to work, so there are 3 classes we can make it to with her...love that! Her manners have improved and she seems to be paying better attention to things. She hasn't lost her sense of humor in class though...that just wouldn't be my daughter and I think I would cancel if she started to lose her personality. I am that mom who sits to the side and who laughs(out loud) throughout the entire class. With that said, I think I have found a new mommy-friend to make. Another little girl recently started, and her mom and I sat by each other during a class. She laughed the entire time through and shed tears...yep, that is my kind of mommy-friend. So, we both sit and laugh at our children and each others, and I think we will get along just fine. Luckily, the other parents do not seem too serious at this stage that I can tell, but we shall see. Lots of giggles, snickers and belly laughs so they have to be great peeps, right?
I hope to share photos soon, but I am usually laughing to hard to hold the camera steady. With that said, the Funky Monkey has a pretty darn good kick and her 'chop' is improving.
Following up with another 'with that said' I think all of the men in the family will be getting a protective cup for Christmas.
HI-YA!
There is a relatively new tae kwon do center near our home and Caroline started inquiring about classes. I am not one to sign her up for everything she asks for the first time around -if I was like that, she would already be partaking in aligator wrestling, clown college, monkey training and getting certified to be a commercial fisherman- but, Miss Sassy Pants asked about 100 times so we stopped by. We thought karate would be good for her as it would teach her self-control and discipline- both things that would be greatly appreciated by all- twenty minutes later she had a new shirt and three 'trial' classes to see if she liked it. I figured it was the best $20 I spent that week. We go to the first class and I only wish the instructors informed me to wear a diaper. Caroline was ready to break a board and karate chop a brother. She did very well, and after saying 'Yes Sir!' 50+ times she was psyched for this new adventure. I knew she loved it (and that it sunk in) when on the way home I asked if she wanted to go back for another class. She replied "MA'AM, YES MA'AM!" I wasn't sure if she thought she was in TKD or the army, but I was basking in it.
Three classes passed and she became officially enrolled in their program. I must thank her grandparents as they are helping with this, as they are beyond supportive- and have always been too good to us. Caroline can go as many times a week as she wants and besides the big part of it, they also take her to the classes that conflict with our work schedules. Luckily, the center realizes that some mommies have to work, so there are 3 classes we can make it to with her...love that! Her manners have improved and she seems to be paying better attention to things. She hasn't lost her sense of humor in class though...that just wouldn't be my daughter and I think I would cancel if she started to lose her personality. I am that mom who sits to the side and who laughs(out loud) throughout the entire class. With that said, I think I have found a new mommy-friend to make. Another little girl recently started, and her mom and I sat by each other during a class. She laughed the entire time through and shed tears...yep, that is my kind of mommy-friend. So, we both sit and laugh at our children and each others, and I think we will get along just fine. Luckily, the other parents do not seem too serious at this stage that I can tell, but we shall see. Lots of giggles, snickers and belly laughs so they have to be great peeps, right?
I hope to share photos soon, but I am usually laughing to hard to hold the camera steady. With that said, the Funky Monkey has a pretty darn good kick and her 'chop' is improving.
Following up with another 'with that said' I think all of the men in the family will be getting a protective cup for Christmas.
HI-YA!
I'm back...for real this time
DANG, where does the time go...and did I really have any more of it before now? So, to catch anyone (reading, or who cares) up to speed, there has been a lot going on. I am now the mommy of a 2 month old--yep, little Sammie Loo is already 2 months old ...I cannot believe it! I am back at work (officially, and full-time...another story not for blogging) and in a routine. Both of my children kick ass, and speaking of kicking ass Caroline is now taking Tae Kwon Do classes. Yes, my friends, I have such blog-worthy material and stuff going on in my life I am ready to pick this back up.
First and foremost: Caroline + TKD = AWESOME!
First and foremost: Caroline + TKD = AWESOME!
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
I'm back....
So, it's been a while but I'm back to blogging....well, as best I can keep up with it for the time being. A lot has happened since I last posted. Yes, I have been AWOL, but it with good cause, see, I pushed a human out of my body so I haven't really had time to share crazy stories of the chaos that is my life. Ok, first and foremost, I would like to share that I have been blessed with another perfectly healthy baby girl who I am madly in love with. I am so proud to have been chosen as the mother to these two amazing girls I get to call my daughters- I still cannot figure out what I have done to be this blessed. Caroline is an amazing big sister and I love watching her interact with in her new role..she kicks ass. Our place is still crazy and the critters are too. The dogs are handling the new addition well..well, almost too well. Genga, AKA "wonder dog" is amazing. She loves the baby and has slobbered her with kisses. She is also the best feeding partner I could ask for...yep, she gets up with me for every feeding and sits by the rocker as I feed Samantha. Genga actually will wake me up if I do not get up as soon as the baby cries, yep, she is that dog.
Life is good in the Knight household. I am blessed beyond measure and am just so very grateful.
With that said, my life is still crazy and will be even crazier now I shall predict. I will have more to share and hoe you enjoy.
Kerri
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Nights like these...
After thinking Caroline was going to have a hard time bouncing back from what was a really bad day, yesterday turned out to be epic for us. Yes, I said it...EPIC! Caroline showed her tail in class, I got "the" call, and was able to talk to her and see if I could help her get it together. Well, little one apparently listened, took it down a notch, and was able to salvage the rest of the day ending it on a good note. I got a sweet follow-up email from her teachers and was looking forward to picking her up as soon as I could after work. We talked in the car - and more at home- and she was honest with telling me why she was having a bad day and we got through it. I told her while it was wrong that she acted ugly to her teachers and classmates, we were all guilty of having bad days and as long as we apologize to those we hurt, and work to correct the bad behavior, life will still go on--ok, our talk was better than that, but you get the gist of it. We made a pinky promise and moved on to having some fun family time. We started out taking care of the critters. Caroline is a good little farm girl and a big help. She let Genga out of her pen and helped fill the feed bucket for the rest of the crew. The entire time it was "yes, mam" this and yes, m'am that. She was OVERLY sweet (made me a little suspicious at times) and even threw the hay out to the horses. She watered all of the plants and wrapped up the hose on her own. We played on the swingset and sang the silly-poo-poo-swinging songs that we like to sing, and just had fun. After a while it was time to make dinner and she asked if could help. Ok, strike that...she TOLD me she was good and would help me. I told her that was perfect as I was not that good, so we agreed to tag team the meal (she did say, "mommy you are good, but you just need my help"). I have NEVER had as much fun putting together a meal as I did last night. Caroline picked out aprons for us and the ingredients for our beef and veggie stew. She was a ROCK STAR! She opened all of the cans, poured all of the items in the pot, sirred it up and talked the entire time. We had some music in the background and little bit was shaking her hiney the whole time too. We laughed, danced and chatted. It is a moment and memory that is forever burned in my mind. I didn't cry, but I smiled and got excited knowing that it was a moment I will look back on for years to come and be able to remember what we were cooking, wearing and laughing about. I want more nights like this with her and her soon-to-be little sister.
While dinner cooked, she asked...yes, the 5-year old ASKED me...if she could help me clean the house. So we swept the floors and scrubbed the "Genga can poop out of her mouth" spots in the rug while the stew...well, stewed on the stove. She pushed the buttons on the washing machine- her "favorite" part- and fed the dogs. She was delightful and super helpful in a genuinely kind way. We never turned the TV on last night---something that will be happening a lot more from here on--and just listened to music, sat and talked and of course ate our yummy dinner. And yes, dinner was GOOD! I cannot believe at my age that it was the first time I really attempted to make a stew, but we are a good team and it would not have worked had Caroline not been involved. Gigi stopped by so we had some sweet grammy time too.
From there on, our night just kept getting better. We read a book about being a big sibling and talked about the new baby. I think my child (of course I am partial) is wise beyond her years, but we had a very "grown-up" talk about the baby. When I asked her if she wanted to tell me how she was really feeling, she looked at me and said "well, mommy...I am scared." She told me she was scared about me going in the hospital and she was scared about having to share, but was still excited about being a big sister. I asked her if I could share something with her too...and told her that I was scared also. The "you are???" reaction was priceless, but I told her that mommies got scared too and that I worried I wouldn't be able to "keep it all together" to which she replied with "yes you can...you are my mommy and I will help you, ok?" We did our secret handshake and prepped for bed. We read more, talked more...had one last dance-party-session and she went to sleep like an angel.
I have been a parent for a little over 5-years now, but last night I felt like a "real" parent. Not sure if that makes sense, but it was just a wonderful feeling. I love that little monkey with all of my heart. In the good times and bad, she will always be my favorite person on this planet. She makes me laugh til my belly hurts and makes me cry at times too, but she is my partner in crime and I would be so very jealous if she was someone else's child. If Samantha (new bambino arriving soon) is half as sassy and fabulous as Caroline is, I will be beyond lucky to be the mom of the most kick-ass daughters on the planet.
While dinner cooked, she asked...yes, the 5-year old ASKED me...if she could help me clean the house. So we swept the floors and scrubbed the "Genga can poop out of her mouth" spots in the rug while the stew...well, stewed on the stove. She pushed the buttons on the washing machine- her "favorite" part- and fed the dogs. She was delightful and super helpful in a genuinely kind way. We never turned the TV on last night---something that will be happening a lot more from here on--and just listened to music, sat and talked and of course ate our yummy dinner. And yes, dinner was GOOD! I cannot believe at my age that it was the first time I really attempted to make a stew, but we are a good team and it would not have worked had Caroline not been involved. Gigi stopped by so we had some sweet grammy time too.
From there on, our night just kept getting better. We read a book about being a big sibling and talked about the new baby. I think my child (of course I am partial) is wise beyond her years, but we had a very "grown-up" talk about the baby. When I asked her if she wanted to tell me how she was really feeling, she looked at me and said "well, mommy...I am scared." She told me she was scared about me going in the hospital and she was scared about having to share, but was still excited about being a big sister. I asked her if I could share something with her too...and told her that I was scared also. The "you are???" reaction was priceless, but I told her that mommies got scared too and that I worried I wouldn't be able to "keep it all together" to which she replied with "yes you can...you are my mommy and I will help you, ok?" We did our secret handshake and prepped for bed. We read more, talked more...had one last dance-party-session and she went to sleep like an angel.
I have been a parent for a little over 5-years now, but last night I felt like a "real" parent. Not sure if that makes sense, but it was just a wonderful feeling. I love that little monkey with all of my heart. In the good times and bad, she will always be my favorite person on this planet. She makes me laugh til my belly hurts and makes me cry at times too, but she is my partner in crime and I would be so very jealous if she was someone else's child. If Samantha (new bambino arriving soon) is half as sassy and fabulous as Caroline is, I will be beyond lucky to be the mom of the most kick-ass daughters on the planet.
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Material...
Apparently, this is the week (and its only Wednesday) that is supplying me with enough material to blog like I should. Here are just a few items to mention, that I may just have to tackle with my opinons...
1. The dreaded phone call from school today about Caroline showing out. First of all, I had NO idea they had phones in the classroom and yes, I got to talk to her and all I can say is "poor little monkey"
2. Genga can apparently shit through her mouth
3. Dance party (Knight household style) was in full effect last night with some wicked interpretive dance moves
4. The handicap-parking spot abuser was spotted once again in violation of the law!!!
5. Old people with kick-ass bumper stickers
6. Drive-through divas
7. And, Snooki is pregnant...
1. The dreaded phone call from school today about Caroline showing out. First of all, I had NO idea they had phones in the classroom and yes, I got to talk to her and all I can say is "poor little monkey"
2. Genga can apparently shit through her mouth
3. Dance party (Knight household style) was in full effect last night with some wicked interpretive dance moves
4. The handicap-parking spot abuser was spotted once again in violation of the law!!!
5. Old people with kick-ass bumper stickers
6. Drive-through divas
7. And, Snooki is pregnant...
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Letter to my sweet Caroline...
Sometimes Caroline (my sweet and sassy 5 year old) and I have very “in depth” conversations about life. The other evening she mentioned that her boyfriend wasn’t at the Y because he had to go to the dentist. This led to a very interesting conversation about boys needing to have nice teeth if they are to have girlfriends. This also led to me discussing with Caroline some other important aspects/traits for what she needed to consider in a future partner. I have decided to do an “open letter” so to speak for my darling sassy-pants.
My Dearest Monkey Butt,
As we discussed the other night about boys, I want you to be aware of a few other things you should consider when finding a mate. In no particular order, here are a few points to ponder…
1- Teeth. Obvious due to our conversation the other night, I agree that this is el numero uno on the list. If a boy can’t take care of his teeth, he probably can’t/won’t take care of you like you deserve. So, if he doesn’t brush, tell him to hush.
2- Mode of transportation. If a young man drives a vehicle that requires you to “climb” into it…run like the wind. Yes, we live in the south and “big” trucks are all the rage, but if he is willing to spend more on the tires/lift kit of what the true price of the vehicle they are modified on is….well then, his priorities are not going to be you. Remember, “that dog won’t hunt.”
3- Pets. If he has a truck (with an appropriate height for you to enter) and he lets his dog (or yours) ride in the cab of the truck—not the bed of the truck- he may be a keeper. Again, I know this is the land of the hunter, but if he is going to tie a dog to a metal box, in a truck, that will be cruising at more than “slow” speeds, you may want to consider how you fall into this priority of treatment.
4- Dirty hands. While he should wash them before he touches you (reminder…he will NOT be touching you), eats his food, or shakes your parents hands, dirty hands are a sign of hard work and I can respect that.
Sidebar: if he works a “desk” job and his hands are always funky, well….girlie, you know what to do.
5- Parents. Just remember we are your parents. We have learned from our own trials and tribulations so when we give you advice, please do not think we are total dumbasses as we are not…we just do not want you to learn the hard way, like we had to at times if we can help it.
6- Job. I am not for judging a man by his income, but remember to judge him by his work ethic. A hard worker is hard to find nowadays, so if he is willing to work hard to provide, I support. Now, if he works “hard” at being a titty-club promoter, well, yea…he isn’t the one.
7- Be judgmental. Yes, you heard me. Own it…I do! I do tell you not to judge…and I believe that. Now here comes the part where you will say “mom is a big hypocrite, or is losing her mind.” I do not want you to judge others based on what you perceive or do not know, but if you KNOW the truth and it is backed by law-proven fact….feel free to not feel guilty for being judgmental. I do not know how else to word it, but I will be lying if I tell you it is not how I see things at times.
8- Laughter. As funny as you are, he should be funny as well. While you may not want to have dueling comedians in the house, you do want someone who understands and appreciates your wicked sense of humor. If he cannot laugh with you, or make you laugh, please factor this in to the overall vote. Now, if he laughs when small children or the elderly fall in public, well….he is an ass. If he laughs when this population farts in public, then he will fit in to our crew just fine.
9- Reliability. Like a good fitting bra, your partner should be supportive and reliable. If you need him and call him, he needs to answer his phone. Especially if you are in a time of need that he is well aware of. He also should be able to assist you when you need him. Now, you do not need to rely on anyone to do anything for you—you will not be raised like that- but although you can do things (use tools, change tires, operate heavy machinery –yes, these are things you will be able to do) doesn’t mean you HAVE to do them all of the time. If you are out, and get a flat tire, he should be able to change it. Although you know how, he needs to do it. Now, if he “lets” you change it, go ahead…and then drive him to the nearest playground and drop his wussy ass off to go play on the swings with the other babies.
10- Finally…follow your heart, but don’t be blinded by the BS. You will know a good man when you meet one. The best part is (and ok, this is not really the “best” part because it pulls in how you learn about it) that you will also know the crappy ones, so when a good one comes around you will have a better understanding on how things should be.
I love you with all of my heart and only want the best for you. Also remember, that I have lovely friends who work for the prison system, I am Italian, your grandfather is a former Special Forces maniac, your father shot his own toe off, and well…I am not scared to take a man down if I have to.
Mommy
Monday, March 5, 2012
Knight critter update...
Although they are family, I think they deserve their own post today. We haven't had too many crazy animal antics happen recently, so lets just go with a general update.
Ahhh, my beautiful sweet furry children...
Well, Pam is doing well actually. We have a pretty good evening strategy that has her only tinkling on the brilliantly placed puppy pads, so we have outsmarted her for now. She is super sweet and has been very maternal towards me. She has had babies before, so I feel as though she "knows" and is somewhat sympatico with me being preggers.
Genga... ahhh, my sweet, brilliant Genga. I really think I am going in labor soon as Genga is more under my feet than usual--seriously, she literally stands/sits where I am working in and around the house. At the sink, she will not budge and I will have to reach over her to get to it . Can I add it is very hard to handle cooking dinner with a large GSD in your way? At night she wakes up and walks me to the bathroom everytime I get up....she sits and stares at me, and let's just say at 3am with a large puppy staring you down, it is just odd. She pats her paw on my side of the bed and will place her head just so that when I open my eyes (if not already having gone to the bathroom) I pee my pants. Again, a set of large dog eyes (although beautiful and loving) 6 inches from the face in the middle of the night can be alarming---I generally know she is there, because she is blowing her hot nostril air straight up my own nose. She "talks" to me more than she used to and is just more "into" me, if that makes sense. She has stopped jumping up on me so I do not get any more bear hugs---yes, I actually miss those full on, mortal-combat-styled hugs-- and is just great...but I think she knows something is coming up soon. She has also learned a valuable lesson and has not been near the road since the "incident" back in January, and she being VERY sweet to where daddy (God love him) hasn't given me a hard time about her pretty much being inside 24/7...and let's be honest, she is in ALL of the time. :)
For the record (and my defense) I feel safe with her in the house especially with Jay's hours and with the fact I am 9 months pregnant.
The horses, well...still fabulous as ever. I owe them some more TLC, but they seem pleased with the massive amount of feed, hay and snacks they get that they really do not seem to mind I haven't pulled their manes in 4 months.
The chickens, well. they are MASS producers of eggs and it is out of control. We planned to get more this spring, but not sure yet...although, crap, I should admit, I will get more when they arrive at the feed store in the next few weeks as I am a sucker.
Caroline wants a duck, so we may just try to pull that addition off as well. We--ok, when I say "we" in reference to animals, everyone should know that I mean me and Caroline (and baby gets a vote in our favor too)- also want a mini-horse added to our family as well. I thought (in my mind, it is brillant strategy) that getting a mini-horse would remind Jay that the large GSD in the house is nothing. Because I mean, c'mon a true mini-horse will be too small to stay out at night, right?
Listen, I watch Tori & Dean....they have a pig in a Beverly Hills mansion. So, what is wrong with a mini-horse in a Thomasville, cottage? EXACTLY...nothing wrong with that one! (if you disagreed with that last sentence, well then, please, just stop reading my blog)
Ahhh, my beautiful sweet furry children...
Well, Pam is doing well actually. We have a pretty good evening strategy that has her only tinkling on the brilliantly placed puppy pads, so we have outsmarted her for now. She is super sweet and has been very maternal towards me. She has had babies before, so I feel as though she "knows" and is somewhat sympatico with me being preggers.
Genga... ahhh, my sweet, brilliant Genga. I really think I am going in labor soon as Genga is more under my feet than usual--seriously, she literally stands/sits where I am working in and around the house. At the sink, she will not budge and I will have to reach over her to get to it . Can I add it is very hard to handle cooking dinner with a large GSD in your way? At night she wakes up and walks me to the bathroom everytime I get up....she sits and stares at me, and let's just say at 3am with a large puppy staring you down, it is just odd. She pats her paw on my side of the bed and will place her head just so that when I open my eyes (if not already having gone to the bathroom) I pee my pants. Again, a set of large dog eyes (although beautiful and loving) 6 inches from the face in the middle of the night can be alarming---I generally know she is there, because she is blowing her hot nostril air straight up my own nose. She "talks" to me more than she used to and is just more "into" me, if that makes sense. She has stopped jumping up on me so I do not get any more bear hugs---yes, I actually miss those full on, mortal-combat-styled hugs-- and is just great...but I think she knows something is coming up soon. She has also learned a valuable lesson and has not been near the road since the "incident" back in January, and she being VERY sweet to where daddy (God love him) hasn't given me a hard time about her pretty much being inside 24/7...and let's be honest, she is in ALL of the time. :)
For the record (and my defense) I feel safe with her in the house especially with Jay's hours and with the fact I am 9 months pregnant.
The horses, well...still fabulous as ever. I owe them some more TLC, but they seem pleased with the massive amount of feed, hay and snacks they get that they really do not seem to mind I haven't pulled their manes in 4 months.
The chickens, well. they are MASS producers of eggs and it is out of control. We planned to get more this spring, but not sure yet...although, crap, I should admit, I will get more when they arrive at the feed store in the next few weeks as I am a sucker.
Caroline wants a duck, so we may just try to pull that addition off as well. We--ok, when I say "we" in reference to animals, everyone should know that I mean me and Caroline (and baby gets a vote in our favor too)- also want a mini-horse added to our family as well. I thought (in my mind, it is brillant strategy) that getting a mini-horse would remind Jay that the large GSD in the house is nothing. Because I mean, c'mon a true mini-horse will be too small to stay out at night, right?
Listen, I watch Tori & Dean....they have a pig in a Beverly Hills mansion. So, what is wrong with a mini-horse in a Thomasville, cottage? EXACTLY...nothing wrong with that one! (if you disagreed with that last sentence, well then, please, just stop reading my blog)
Knight family update
I haven't blogged in a while--it has been INSANELY crazy for this second time mommy-to-be - but we are closing in on our due date and I wanted to get something new on here to check in and update the small amount of you who check in :).
So, lots of things have been happening. I am partially packed for the hospital - baby's bag is packed, mommy's is a work in progress- the nursery is ALL set (woohoo!) and well, the big sister to be is still sassy as ever. We are sporting a brand new car seat and it is just waiting for a sweet little girl to occupy it soon. Speaking of soon....we are right at 2 weeks until our scheduled due date. I was hoping she would come a little early, and by little early, I think I mean...ok, NOW! I have loved being pregnant. Although we have had some epic fails, we have been blessed with 2 picture perfect pregnancies....I guess it is a trade off for loss. I am beyond grateful for the second opportunity to bring that new life into the world. I am grateful that sweet sassy pants Caroline will be a big sister soon, and I am grateful to feel that sweet healthy baby kick the stew out of my insides on a daily basis. With that said, I would love for her to c'mon already. I am ready to see her, hold her, thank her and know that she is okay. If I can throw in some selfish reasons too, let me add.... I am ready to be able to walk without taking a step where I feel like I am about to hit the ground. I am ready to be able to bend over again and see my feet (vain, but true). I am ready to be able to not have to get up 5 times a night to pee....and yes, I know I will be getting up that many times with the new one, but that is a different reason all together. I am ready to be a family of 4...yes, 4!!! I am just ready. Am I scared...well, @^&* yea I am. I am scared that I will not be able to pull this all off. I am scared that labor and delivery will not go how I hope. I am scared that my drugs will "not work" as they didn't last time (yes, that one is selfish, but for the record.....it hurts like a you-know-what) and I am scared that I will not be able to juggle handling two children, a family and a career. I know it will all work out, I know I can do it (and kick ass at it) yet, it is still very overwhelming at times.
But, I am ready to face it head on and be able to say "my girls"--I love that...."GIRLS!"
So, lots of things have been happening. I am partially packed for the hospital - baby's bag is packed, mommy's is a work in progress- the nursery is ALL set (woohoo!) and well, the big sister to be is still sassy as ever. We are sporting a brand new car seat and it is just waiting for a sweet little girl to occupy it soon. Speaking of soon....we are right at 2 weeks until our scheduled due date. I was hoping she would come a little early, and by little early, I think I mean...ok, NOW! I have loved being pregnant. Although we have had some epic fails, we have been blessed with 2 picture perfect pregnancies....I guess it is a trade off for loss. I am beyond grateful for the second opportunity to bring that new life into the world. I am grateful that sweet sassy pants Caroline will be a big sister soon, and I am grateful to feel that sweet healthy baby kick the stew out of my insides on a daily basis. With that said, I would love for her to c'mon already. I am ready to see her, hold her, thank her and know that she is okay. If I can throw in some selfish reasons too, let me add.... I am ready to be able to walk without taking a step where I feel like I am about to hit the ground. I am ready to be able to bend over again and see my feet (vain, but true). I am ready to be able to not have to get up 5 times a night to pee....and yes, I know I will be getting up that many times with the new one, but that is a different reason all together. I am ready to be a family of 4...yes, 4!!! I am just ready. Am I scared...well, @^&* yea I am. I am scared that I will not be able to pull this all off. I am scared that labor and delivery will not go how I hope. I am scared that my drugs will "not work" as they didn't last time (yes, that one is selfish, but for the record.....it hurts like a you-know-what) and I am scared that I will not be able to juggle handling two children, a family and a career. I know it will all work out, I know I can do it (and kick ass at it) yet, it is still very overwhelming at times.
But, I am ready to face it head on and be able to say "my girls"--I love that...."GIRLS!"
Monday, February 20, 2012
Baby gear sure has changed...
I am not a first-time mother, but apparently in the five years it has been since I have had a newborn, lots of things have changed.
Umm…am I the only one who thinks it is nasty to syphon boogers out of a child’s nose? I love my child--soon to be children--but whatever happened to good old fashioned kleenex, or one of the little aspirators you just employ your hand to work? These didn't exist when I had Caroline, nor would I have thought any different about them then as I do now. The more shocking news (well, to me) is that it is not called the "booger sucker 2000" or something along those lines.
And to top it off (no pun intended) I bet these little bastards sell like hotcakes.
Monday, February 13, 2012
More breeders...wait, Whitney passed away
So, I felt myself getting a little fired up last week hearing that TLC was introducing another show about a family with 19+ children. Please note that I am not trying to bash those with high levels of fertility- as one who has struggled with it, I don't want to mess with karma like that- but I really have an issue with glamorizing this topic. I used to like TLC...really, I did. But now, they are a network that focuses on obsessive couponing -yep, congrats on getting that pasta for $.05 a box, but what the @#(* are you going to do with 200 boxes of it??? - and little girls dressed like barbie dolls thanks to Toddlers and Tiaras. They throw in a show glamorizing those with mental issues who hoard all of their belongings and then they highlight those who apparently hoard children. I have issue with this...when is enough, enough? And right as I was about to blow out this breeder-blog, it happened...the death of a celebrity took over all of the news in the world. So, here I go...
First and foremost I want to state that I am not trying to come across as heartless. I am fully aware that a child has lost her mother and that is very sad. It is sad that someone has lost their life due to poor decisions made and probably very non-intentional actions that night. With that said, I do have issue with this taking over headline news. Whitney Houston's death is as "tragic" to me as was Michael Jackson's-- and that is not very. There are more important issues going on in the world--does anyone take the time to remember all of our servicemen (and women) who are fighting for our country, or the police officers and teachers getting paid next to nothing for jobs most people just bitch about and are not ballsy enough to take on themselves??? These were two individuals who were blessed beyond words with a talent that provided them, and their families, with access to anything they could have ever wanted. And in the end, they were addicts and continued on the path of self-destruction. Trust me, before anyone tells me that I am being close-minded, please note that I am fully aware of the disease and have had drug addiction affect my family and loved ones...so I am not talking about turf I had never had to play on. The problem I have is why is this news so "shocking" and "tragic" to the public? It was not tragic--it was freaking stupid. It was not shocking--it was coming. When someone abuses their bodies for so long with non-natural substances like drugs, how can others be so damned surprised they "went too soon?" Again, not being a bitch, just being a realist. I remember a woman at work who was distraught over the death of Michael Jackson---really, are you kidding me that the news of his death affected your ability to work? Did you know him? Did you exchange Christmas cards every year? Did he eat Sunday suppers with you? No---you listened to his music, watched his transformation to a white man and excessive plastic surgeries, his glamorized trials of scandal and such, and for this...you are grieving? I guess I am turning bitter- strike that, have been bitter- but I just cannot sympathize with others on this one. Did anyone who is mouring the loss of Ms. Houston, mourn the loss of a drug addict in their city who didn't make the news? Probably not, because, well that just doesn't make the news. Making the news versus not making the news is the only different though--they were still addicts. While anyone reading this may think "dang, she is a cold-hearted bitch" please note that I just might be when it comes to this topic. I know people struggle and I know there are illnesses out there that contribute, but I also know that you are only given one life and one body and YOU are responsible for that and need to be strong to overcome the crap in your life. I have made stupid mistakes in the past, but I also have a famliy and loved ones that I want to live for. I do not have millions in the bank to support my f-ups so there are choices in life I have to take. I am sorry these people couldn't overcome their demons, but to glamorize it in the news makes me nauseous. I am sorry however for the loved ones she left as they have to deal with her leaving this planet the way she did. I cannot help but think they have anger in them as well, but it is not fair for me to judge...although, lets be honest I am judging. Sorry to those whose lives are affected by this and who are so distraught, but do not come cry on my shoulder. I will hand you a tissue, but you will not want me to open my mouth. While someone is probably thinking "well, if that was her loved one, she wouldn't see it that way.." You know--I so freaking would. Of course I would be sad, but I would also be so pissed off that the someone I cared for was dumb enough to throw away so much for a stupid ass choice. And yes, even with the disease of addiction, there is still a choice. I wish those would be strong enough to fight it as opposed to gambling everyday with all that they have, but I cannot mourn this.
So, shall we talk about the 19+ kids now, or what?
First and foremost I want to state that I am not trying to come across as heartless. I am fully aware that a child has lost her mother and that is very sad. It is sad that someone has lost their life due to poor decisions made and probably very non-intentional actions that night. With that said, I do have issue with this taking over headline news. Whitney Houston's death is as "tragic" to me as was Michael Jackson's-- and that is not very. There are more important issues going on in the world--does anyone take the time to remember all of our servicemen (and women) who are fighting for our country, or the police officers and teachers getting paid next to nothing for jobs most people just bitch about and are not ballsy enough to take on themselves??? These were two individuals who were blessed beyond words with a talent that provided them, and their families, with access to anything they could have ever wanted. And in the end, they were addicts and continued on the path of self-destruction. Trust me, before anyone tells me that I am being close-minded, please note that I am fully aware of the disease and have had drug addiction affect my family and loved ones...so I am not talking about turf I had never had to play on. The problem I have is why is this news so "shocking" and "tragic" to the public? It was not tragic--it was freaking stupid. It was not shocking--it was coming. When someone abuses their bodies for so long with non-natural substances like drugs, how can others be so damned surprised they "went too soon?" Again, not being a bitch, just being a realist. I remember a woman at work who was distraught over the death of Michael Jackson---really, are you kidding me that the news of his death affected your ability to work? Did you know him? Did you exchange Christmas cards every year? Did he eat Sunday suppers with you? No---you listened to his music, watched his transformation to a white man and excessive plastic surgeries, his glamorized trials of scandal and such, and for this...you are grieving? I guess I am turning bitter- strike that, have been bitter- but I just cannot sympathize with others on this one. Did anyone who is mouring the loss of Ms. Houston, mourn the loss of a drug addict in their city who didn't make the news? Probably not, because, well that just doesn't make the news. Making the news versus not making the news is the only different though--they were still addicts. While anyone reading this may think "dang, she is a cold-hearted bitch" please note that I just might be when it comes to this topic. I know people struggle and I know there are illnesses out there that contribute, but I also know that you are only given one life and one body and YOU are responsible for that and need to be strong to overcome the crap in your life. I have made stupid mistakes in the past, but I also have a famliy and loved ones that I want to live for. I do not have millions in the bank to support my f-ups so there are choices in life I have to take. I am sorry these people couldn't overcome their demons, but to glamorize it in the news makes me nauseous. I am sorry however for the loved ones she left as they have to deal with her leaving this planet the way she did. I cannot help but think they have anger in them as well, but it is not fair for me to judge...although, lets be honest I am judging. Sorry to those whose lives are affected by this and who are so distraught, but do not come cry on my shoulder. I will hand you a tissue, but you will not want me to open my mouth. While someone is probably thinking "well, if that was her loved one, she wouldn't see it that way.." You know--I so freaking would. Of course I would be sad, but I would also be so pissed off that the someone I cared for was dumb enough to throw away so much for a stupid ass choice. And yes, even with the disease of addiction, there is still a choice. I wish those would be strong enough to fight it as opposed to gambling everyday with all that they have, but I cannot mourn this.
So, shall we talk about the 19+ kids now, or what?
Friday, February 10, 2012
Puppy love and the three stooges
Bedtime is not as "routine" as it should be in our house. We have every intention, and actually do fall within the same time frame at night, but sometimes it just doesn't go according to plan. The other night was no exception. It started with Caroline and I coming home to a tree on fire- for the record, said tree was a neighbors and it was from them burning their property. It just happened to be right on the roadway for all to see---especially 5-year olds with fabulous imaginations. It is that time of year and since we live "out" in the country we have been enjoying smoky-day every day this week. Any who, Caroline was very intrigued by this tree and very concerned to boot. I did my best to explain why some people burn their land, and she did very well to try to understand and not call 911. We checked on the tree every 10-20 minutes before bedtime and I told her that if it didn't go out before too long, I bet the nice firemen would come put it out for safety. She told me that we would listen for the sirens and asked if I heard them after she went to sleep, to please wake her so she could see the truck. I agreed, she seemed fine and crawled into bed. Trying to get her to not obsess about said fire, I turned her focus on to the dogs. They were in her room and Genga (our large GSD) was very intent on snuggling with Caroline. So, two gallant attempts and the "puppy" was on the bed, between me and Caroline, getting hugs and giving kisses. Caroline adores Genga and laughed that Genga was laying like we were with her head on her pillow. The more Caroline laughed, the more Genga seemed to want to "play" and thuse our quiet bedtime attempt started to fade. I got the girls calmed down to only have Caroline sit up real fast, startle Genga and they headbutted each other. Caroline grabbed her forehead and dropped back on her pillow. Not knowing if she was hurt or not, I started to sit up (cannot do it fast as trying to get from horizontal to vertical at 8.5 months pregnant isn't too easy) and was met with Genga taking her giant bear-paw to my eye which sent me back down holding my face as well. As I am trying to make sure that my eyeball is actually still in my socket and try to get to Caroline, I hear her trying to catch her breath from laughing so hard. She wasn't hurt at all, but thought the headbutt was hysterical and the fact that I got puppy-punched in the face to be even funnier. So, Caroline and I are laying there, hands on some part of our faces and Genga sits us and starts kissing both of us. More laughs and dog slobber passed and I had to end this accident-prone sleep time. I told Caroline that if Genga stayed in the bed they could sleep together and I walked on out. To my surprise (ok, not really) Genga actually stayed in the bed with Caroline for a while. As I am cleaning up and attempting to get the house in order, what drives in front of the house--yep, the firetruck. The whole time we were in her room with the three stooges moves in place, the Thomas Co. FD was across the street putting out the fire.
So, we missed the big event of the night, but honestly with the punch to the eye I probably would not have seen much. I think it was more important to Caroline to have her puppy snuggle than to see the big red truck in action.
So, we missed the big event of the night, but honestly with the punch to the eye I probably would not have seen much. I think it was more important to Caroline to have her puppy snuggle than to see the big red truck in action.
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
1 year difference
I just "found" this and realize that I didn't publish it like I had wanted to. I was supposed to publish it on December 22,2011 So, without future adieu...
There is no doubt that we have had our fair share of family-addition related struggles. At one point I was not even sure we would be blessed with Caroline let alone be able to give her a sibling. As I noted before in an earlier post, last year we were so excited to learn that after years of trying we found out we were expecting...finally. On this day last year, I found myself getting the worst news any expecting woman could hear "Mrs. Knight, I am so sorry but your fetus no longer has a heartbeat..." I went from shock, to numb to not having time to process, to waking up in the surgical center hours later recovering from an emergency D&C. I remember seeing the face of a mutual friend who was a nurse, and the look in her eye is what hit me the most--that was it...I knew it was final and I had to accept what had just taken place. Luckily we had the holidays to keep me busy and occupied and a fiesty soon-to-be 4yr old that didn't allow for me to be sad.
Fast forward exactly one year - to the day- and I am pleased to report I have just entered my third trimester with a healthy baby girl. She is active and getting big and well...did I say active? I heard that sweet heartbeat just the other day with my fabulous doctor congratulating me on this joyous occasion. It is amazing how life can change in just 365 days. It is amazing to think how long that time can be, yet it really isn't. I cannot believe the irony of the "exact day...one year apart" timing of it all. And while I was scared to death that the anniversary would be sad, I had a calming reassurance hit me (at 4am this morning) that I need not dwell and all is well-- yep, my God is a poet and a sick rhyme master. :)
I am all for "signs" and believe in them so strongly. I know everything happens for a reason--whether we like it or not- and I am glad I just turned it over and realized I am not in control of things. I take this "anniversary" as another sign...a welcomed sign...one that I am ever so grateful for.
Toodles!
There is no doubt that we have had our fair share of family-addition related struggles. At one point I was not even sure we would be blessed with Caroline let alone be able to give her a sibling. As I noted before in an earlier post, last year we were so excited to learn that after years of trying we found out we were expecting...finally. On this day last year, I found myself getting the worst news any expecting woman could hear "Mrs. Knight, I am so sorry but your fetus no longer has a heartbeat..." I went from shock, to numb to not having time to process, to waking up in the surgical center hours later recovering from an emergency D&C. I remember seeing the face of a mutual friend who was a nurse, and the look in her eye is what hit me the most--that was it...I knew it was final and I had to accept what had just taken place. Luckily we had the holidays to keep me busy and occupied and a fiesty soon-to-be 4yr old that didn't allow for me to be sad.
Fast forward exactly one year - to the day- and I am pleased to report I have just entered my third trimester with a healthy baby girl. She is active and getting big and well...did I say active? I heard that sweet heartbeat just the other day with my fabulous doctor congratulating me on this joyous occasion. It is amazing how life can change in just 365 days. It is amazing to think how long that time can be, yet it really isn't. I cannot believe the irony of the "exact day...one year apart" timing of it all. And while I was scared to death that the anniversary would be sad, I had a calming reassurance hit me (at 4am this morning) that I need not dwell and all is well-- yep, my God is a poet and a sick rhyme master. :)
I am all for "signs" and believe in them so strongly. I know everything happens for a reason--whether we like it or not- and I am glad I just turned it over and realized I am not in control of things. I take this "anniversary" as another sign...a welcomed sign...one that I am ever so grateful for.
Toodles!
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Not my name...
What does one do when they are given a nickname that they do not want? It is not bad, it is just annoying and I am trying not to go Italian-pregnant-chick crazy, but it needs to stop. There is someone --to remain PC and non-incriminating, I will just say that I am not related to said person-- who calls me by not-my-name and it drives me crazy. First of all, we are not close enough for this person to "give" me their approved nickname and secondly, I am pretty sure they can see the look of disgust on my face when they use it. So, do I reply with an absurd name in response? This way maybe the clueless one will say "what?" and I can reply with "well, my name is not _ _either, but you call me it...so I thought jackhole was something you wouldn't mind that I give you."
Thursday, February 2, 2012
And so it begins...
My sweet hubby ordered us our own batch of egg cartons so we no longer have to collect empty ones from friends and family. They came in last night and I am super excited to take it up a notch with this little egg-production factory we seem to have going on. The cartons already had some pre-made print listed on them, but there is room for us to "customize" with our own labels if we choose...and yes, I will be making labels for them. In fact (with everything else going through my mind) I have been thinking of designs and such since they arrived and am starting to obsess over them. I will post a photo as soon as we come up with something to show everyone what they look like. I have several names/designs picked out but my consult the chicken man but I think I already know which one he will prefer...
Gotta love poultry jokes!
Gotta love poultry jokes!
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Did I tell you I threw my dog a party?
I love my family more than life itself, but I have also been an animal lover since I was young. I have always had pets, and will always continue to do so. Seriously...horses, dogs, chickens, and a few new additions coming in 2012 should indicate my love of animals (for the record, I do not love the chickens, but I sure do like having them on the farm). I absolutely love what I do for a living, but if I were ever to win the lottery, my dream would be to open an animal rescue/sanctuary.
So, there is no denying that I love the furry critters I currently own. Genga is only the second dog (next to Bailey the BEST lab ever!) who I have known their actual date of birth. My sweet Bailey was born on Valentine's Day 1996, and Wonder Dog Genga came with papers so I have her birth certificate. With that said, Wonder Dog recently turned 2 and Caroline and I decided we needed to celebrate her big day. I would always buy Bailey a "meal" on his birthday- generally this "meal" consisted of hamburgers and/or steak- and he got an ice cream too. Now, Bailey was fabulous in all senses and had an iron gut...sweet thing LOVED to eat anything and never got sick. I still laugh when I remember him hijacking my lunch that summer we lived WAY OUT in the country and far from any place to get a replacement meal. Lord, I miss that dog. Anyway, Wonder Dog has a sensitive stomach although I think it is starting to change--apparently a smoked pork chop does not make her sick like a small piece of cheese would do months ago- so we stay cautious with what she eats. For her birthday, though, Caroline and I opted to "celebrate" in Bailey fashion and get her some ice cream. We went the dog-ice cream route and purchased Frosty Paws, got her a new bone, and got her some treats. Caroline decided it wasn't a "real" party without hats and candles so we got those as well- she wanted to "invite" all of her dog friends, but we agreed that might be too much for daddy to handle. Speaking of daddy, we decided to celebrate this event prior to him getting home from work. I know I push his buttons with these dogs, but I didn't want him to have to witness what we were doing---although Face Book has a way to "share" items with everyone. :)
So, I think the photos will speak for themselves, but take a look at Genga's party...
Of course we couldn't leave out sweet Pam, but for such a chunky little dog, she sure did not want to finish her treat...crazy.
So, there is no denying that I love the furry critters I currently own. Genga is only the second dog (next to Bailey the BEST lab ever!) who I have known their actual date of birth. My sweet Bailey was born on Valentine's Day 1996, and Wonder Dog Genga came with papers so I have her birth certificate. With that said, Wonder Dog recently turned 2 and Caroline and I decided we needed to celebrate her big day. I would always buy Bailey a "meal" on his birthday- generally this "meal" consisted of hamburgers and/or steak- and he got an ice cream too. Now, Bailey was fabulous in all senses and had an iron gut...sweet thing LOVED to eat anything and never got sick. I still laugh when I remember him hijacking my lunch that summer we lived WAY OUT in the country and far from any place to get a replacement meal. Lord, I miss that dog. Anyway, Wonder Dog has a sensitive stomach although I think it is starting to change--apparently a smoked pork chop does not make her sick like a small piece of cheese would do months ago- so we stay cautious with what she eats. For her birthday, though, Caroline and I opted to "celebrate" in Bailey fashion and get her some ice cream. We went the dog-ice cream route and purchased Frosty Paws, got her a new bone, and got her some treats. Caroline decided it wasn't a "real" party without hats and candles so we got those as well- she wanted to "invite" all of her dog friends, but we agreed that might be too much for daddy to handle. Speaking of daddy, we decided to celebrate this event prior to him getting home from work. I know I push his buttons with these dogs, but I didn't want him to have to witness what we were doing---although Face Book has a way to "share" items with everyone. :)
So, I think the photos will speak for themselves, but take a look at Genga's party...
Thursday, January 26, 2012
So behind, I feel first in another race...
To say I am behind, is like saying the ocean is "kinda salty"- I am struggling to make things work in even a mediocre fashion now. I blame my brain, my overwhelming (and increasing) duties in life and my inability to win the lottery to solve all of my problems. With that said, I need to blog now more than ever...but I do not have freaking time to do it! So, for my own venting -and to keep any of the 3-5 people who check this out up to date on what's been going on- here are a few things that have happened lately:
Kerri
- My sweet dog, Genga, was hit by a car by some cowardly jackass who didn't even stop to see if she was ok. For the record, GSDs are tough and I own one bad mama-jama.
- With that said, my vet bills are paid and sweet puppy has a clean bill of health, no broken bones or fractures, and just one sore shoulder.
- Did I mention my vet is the best EVER?!?!
- It is a really good thing I was not home when she was hit, or found out who did it,as I would probably be locked up now as emotional and stressed out as I have been.
- I had a regular baby-check in appointment last week, which resulted in me having to go back in today because my BP was "elevated"...due to freaking stress- DUH!
- Today's BP reading ain't looking so hot either.
- I have actually lost 2lbs... and I am pregnant. I am not trying, but ANY form of weight-loss at ANYTIME in my life is a news-worthy event- although I know now is not the ideal time.
- I met with the Anesthesiologist for my epidural assessment. I do not have time to bore anyone with the reason this is funny, but yes...I made a complete ass out of myself during the consult and I hope the doc I met with is on shift/working when I go in labor because he was a smart ass too.
- Holy crap...I didn't have to spell check Anesthesiologist- BAM!!!
- Back to dogs...Genga turned 2 on Tuesday and we (me, Caroline and Pam) threw her a party.
- Yes, there were party hats (for the record, Genga the birthday girl gladly wore one), candles, ice cream and gifts.
- I am pretty sure my husband thinks I have finally lost it and just now realizes the level of my unhealty obsession with my pets. I am probably at a CODE/Crazy stage IV level now.
- Caroline is still the funniest person I know.
Kerri
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
A great "what if..."
So, it didn't really happen...but I came real close so I felt the need to share- shocker, I know. Monday was a holiday, so Caroline and I had lots of "to-dos" that we wanted to work on. Of course, we will slow out of the gate, but nonetheless things got going. I decided to tackle the farm chores early and went to feed all of the critters. I went to the coop where I discovered we lost a little white-feathered lady. Funny things about chickens...they do not mourn as big red proved while she was laying eggs right next to the crime scene. Anywho, I go to the barn to get the shovel to give little bit the proper farm funeral. I scoop her up and head to the coop door. Did I ever share there is a large beam (ok, just a heavy board) at eye level around the door area of the coop? Well, we have had it there for over 8 months, yet apparently in my rush to balance the dead hen on the shovel and not let the others out, I clearly run my large head straight into it. I saw stars- LARGE stars- and I probably lost a few memories as well due to the blow I took. I didn't knock myself out...but I came pretty darn close. And with that...I started to laugh my arse off. I checked my head for any bleeding, regained my grip of the dead hen shovel and continued on to the burial. As I was walking- still seeing some stars might I add- all I could think of is "what if I really knocked myself out?" I laughed at the thought of seeing my loved ones come out to see me laid out...in chicken poop....with a dead hen on my chest somewhere (because, that's where it would have landed on my in my story) and all of the other birds running amuck. Would that not have been a "what the h&^@ happened here?" kind of story.
So, shockingly I escaped this scenario as a real life event, but I had to share as this is what goes down on the Knight's farm.
:)
So, shockingly I escaped this scenario as a real life event, but I had to share as this is what goes down on the Knight's farm.
:)
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Birthday parties are for the insane...
Let's talk about my new stressor- birthday parties and the fact they make me realize what an unorganized freak I have become.
I love my child more than life itself. Her birthday falls on the holiday break and I do not feel she should "lose out" on any celebration(s) just because I decided (you know, it was ALL my fault) to have her 4 days after Christmas. She cannot "celebrate" in school since her b'day will never fall on a school day. Actually, you know what...she CAN celebrate in school if her mother wasn't such a jackass and had actually asked and planned to bring cupcakes in before she left for break, but she (me, the mother) is an apparent forgetful jackass. Doing that would have required me to be organized, and well...we all know how that works. So, back to the task at hand. Caroline got to celebrate her actual birthday in St. Augustine as we visted Jay's mom to celebrate Christmas with her and her crew. We then tackled the BIG event of the year (or one's life) with heading to Disney World the next day. While I know that is a BIG birthday perk, it still (in my eyes) is not her "birthday" party as she was with her family and it was a family vacation. So, I still felt (and feel) that she should get to have a party with her friends from school and such. I (last minutely) scramble to call the YMCA and get the one date/time they have --which shockingly goes in my favor as it was the date we were hoping for- and book the gymasium for a "gymastics" party - which is what Caroline has been asking for since summer. I throw together invites - yes, these are now the days of times of the "fill-in-the-blank" invites as having cute ones printed is not in the cards (pun intended) and get them off to her school and her class at the YMCA. I am now starting to "regret" that maybe I am indeed going overboard and should have just chilled out. That thought only came to light when sweet hubby told me I was crazy for booking it and a few other members of the fam, said it was too much as well. Really? How can it be "too" much for a FIVE year old to celebrate a party with her friends? Maybe I am being overdramatic, but it's not her fault that all of this falls within the timeframe of her b'day.
To add to my stress, I also found out there is another party, same time, same day, with a child we adore (from her YMCA class), so now my stress is even higher as I worry no one will show up to my child's party. And, am I the only one out there who thinks like this? I take the lack of RSVPs and a small pool of mommy friends as a very personal for a reflection of my child. Doesn't she deserve for me to be more outgoing? Doesn't she deserve for me to make more mommy friends so she has more of a social life? I know she has friends, but this is only her second year in "school" and she's 5---her "BFF" changes on a daily basis. Also, there are about 5 kids with the same name, so which __________ am I supposed to invite, and who do I invite if not the entire class? I don't know...it is all too much. I do know that there will be loving and caring people there, dear friends and family who we adore and Caroline won't care if there are 2 people from school, or 12. She will have fun, play, and just enjoy one more celebration of her turning 5. We will have snacks, sing, and eat cake---HOLY SHIT, I have to order the f*&(ing cake!!!
I love my child more than life itself. Her birthday falls on the holiday break and I do not feel she should "lose out" on any celebration(s) just because I decided (you know, it was ALL my fault) to have her 4 days after Christmas. She cannot "celebrate" in school since her b'day will never fall on a school day. Actually, you know what...she CAN celebrate in school if her mother wasn't such a jackass and had actually asked and planned to bring cupcakes in before she left for break, but she (me, the mother) is an apparent forgetful jackass. Doing that would have required me to be organized, and well...we all know how that works. So, back to the task at hand. Caroline got to celebrate her actual birthday in St. Augustine as we visted Jay's mom to celebrate Christmas with her and her crew. We then tackled the BIG event of the year (or one's life) with heading to Disney World the next day. While I know that is a BIG birthday perk, it still (in my eyes) is not her "birthday" party as she was with her family and it was a family vacation. So, I still felt (and feel) that she should get to have a party with her friends from school and such. I (last minutely) scramble to call the YMCA and get the one date/time they have --which shockingly goes in my favor as it was the date we were hoping for- and book the gymasium for a "gymastics" party - which is what Caroline has been asking for since summer. I throw together invites - yes, these are now the days of times of the "fill-in-the-blank" invites as having cute ones printed is not in the cards (pun intended) and get them off to her school and her class at the YMCA. I am now starting to "regret" that maybe I am indeed going overboard and should have just chilled out. That thought only came to light when sweet hubby told me I was crazy for booking it and a few other members of the fam, said it was too much as well. Really? How can it be "too" much for a FIVE year old to celebrate a party with her friends? Maybe I am being overdramatic, but it's not her fault that all of this falls within the timeframe of her b'day.
To add to my stress, I also found out there is another party, same time, same day, with a child we adore (from her YMCA class), so now my stress is even higher as I worry no one will show up to my child's party. And, am I the only one out there who thinks like this? I take the lack of RSVPs and a small pool of mommy friends as a very personal for a reflection of my child. Doesn't she deserve for me to be more outgoing? Doesn't she deserve for me to make more mommy friends so she has more of a social life? I know she has friends, but this is only her second year in "school" and she's 5---her "BFF" changes on a daily basis. Also, there are about 5 kids with the same name, so which __________ am I supposed to invite, and who do I invite if not the entire class? I don't know...it is all too much. I do know that there will be loving and caring people there, dear friends and family who we adore and Caroline won't care if there are 2 people from school, or 12. She will have fun, play, and just enjoy one more celebration of her turning 5. We will have snacks, sing, and eat cake---HOLY SHIT, I have to order the f*&(ing cake!!!
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