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What time did you get up today? 7ish
Diamonds or pearls? Both, please.
Latest movie in a movie theater? 21
Favorite TV series? Grey's Anatomy, What Not to Wear
What did you have for breakfast? coffee and french toast
What’s your middle name? Lamb
Favorite food? Italian or Mexican
Which food don't you like? BBQ (shhh, it's a sin here in Eastern NC!)
What's your favorite CD at the moment? Grace Potter or Alicia Keys
What car do you drive? Subaru Outback
Favorite sandwich? Roast Beef sub all the way
What are your favorite clothes? comfy jeans, long sleeved t-shirts
If you could travel anywhere, where would you go? back to Hawaii
Favorite clothing brand? Ann Taylor Loft, GAP, Old Navy, Banana Republic
Where would you like to retire? NC beaches
Favorite time of day? When hubby gets home from work
Where were you born? Lumberton, NC
Which is your favorite sport to watch? tennis
Coke or Pepsi? Dt. Coke
Soccer or hockey? soccer
Are you a morning person or a night owl? Morning...annoyingly so
Pedicure or manicure? Pedicure, espcecially since I haven't been able to touch my toes in weeks!
Any exciting news to share? I'm being induced in less than two days!!
What did you want to become as a child? A daycare owner and hair stylist
Best childhood memory? beach trips
Ever been to Africa? No
Ever rolled anybody in toilet paper? Yes, and egged, too. I'm sorry.
Have you ever been in a car accident? Nothing serious
Favorite day of the week? Saturday
Favorite flower? daisies
Hot dog or Chinese food? Chinese, can't do hotdogs
Do you own a bike? No, but would like an Earth Cruiser
Who was you latest e-mail from? Oprah.com
Where would you like to shop more if you could afford to? NYC
Bed time? 9:30 - 10:00ish
Latest person to share dinner with? Hubby and son
What are you up to now? Finishing a short story for my son. My hubby decided he wanted to help so I'm taking a break while he colors some of the illustrations
Favorite color? yellow
How many tattoos? none, yet
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Monday, June 16, 2008
Mourning of the Thong
In the nesting phase of my second pregnancy I have cleaned out most closets and this morning...my delicates drawer. In my 20s I would have called it lingerie. Today it's just my underwear and according to my 2 year old they are "big boy unders."
Crammed in the back of the bottom drawer were numerous pairs of thongs. Pretty, some lacy, some cutesy, little things that I wore years ago. Why was I hanging on to them? To remind me of what my butt used to look like? To remind me of my honeymoon and the several years that followed...before a child entered our lives and The Wiggles invaded our bedroom? To make me come to terms that no matter how fast I try to lose this baby weight that I will never again be comfortable in what should be called perma-wedgie wear?
Whatever the reason I was hording these floss like pieces of cloth I mourned their absence. After putting them in the trash I reflected on what I used to be...or at least, looked like. For several years they were all I wore...as underwear, not really all that I wore. With jeans, work suits, and even summer dresses thongs were the foundation of my clothing. How had I gone from matching lingerie to big momma underwear?
Feeling a little sorry for myself and contently riding the emotional roller coaster of pregnancy hormones I was sitting on my bed with my son allowing him to watch too much TV. In this daze I was remembering confidently getting dressed for parties and dinner out with my new hubby when my little boy snapped me back to the present. He put his chubby little hand on my mammoth belly, snuggled up close and said, "I kiss baby sister." He then leaned down for the sweetest peck I've ever witnessed.
Suddenly, the mourning ceased. I now have closure. Thongs, may you rest in peace.
Crammed in the back of the bottom drawer were numerous pairs of thongs. Pretty, some lacy, some cutesy, little things that I wore years ago. Why was I hanging on to them? To remind me of what my butt used to look like? To remind me of my honeymoon and the several years that followed...before a child entered our lives and The Wiggles invaded our bedroom? To make me come to terms that no matter how fast I try to lose this baby weight that I will never again be comfortable in what should be called perma-wedgie wear?
Whatever the reason I was hording these floss like pieces of cloth I mourned their absence. After putting them in the trash I reflected on what I used to be...or at least, looked like. For several years they were all I wore...as underwear, not really all that I wore. With jeans, work suits, and even summer dresses thongs were the foundation of my clothing. How had I gone from matching lingerie to big momma underwear?
Feeling a little sorry for myself and contently riding the emotional roller coaster of pregnancy hormones I was sitting on my bed with my son allowing him to watch too much TV. In this daze I was remembering confidently getting dressed for parties and dinner out with my new hubby when my little boy snapped me back to the present. He put his chubby little hand on my mammoth belly, snuggled up close and said, "I kiss baby sister." He then leaned down for the sweetest peck I've ever witnessed.
Suddenly, the mourning ceased. I now have closure. Thongs, may you rest in peace.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Magnets
Are you a magnet? Do you attract or repel?
Apparently I attract objects flying from moving vehicles. Twice the hood of my car has been damaged by things from other automobiles. One was a hunk of metal from an 18 wheeler and the other was a mini-log from a rickety trailer pulled behind a shiny SUV. Luckily no one was hurt either time.
My brother used to attract bug bites. During the summer he would be covered in mosquito bites from playing hide and seek at dusk or horsefly bites from a day at the pool. Me, not one red swell. I used to brag that it was because I was a faster runner and swimmer but really worried if he was sweet and I was sour.
My mom was a positive magnet for teenagers. I always, always had friends over in high school and college. Sometimes they would be there sitting in our kitchen talking with Mom when I got home from tennis practice or a weekend at my father's. This continued past my teen years...she was involved, I think, because she knew how hard those years can be.
Share your positive and negative charges with others...I bet some interesting conversations will emerge:)
Apparently I attract objects flying from moving vehicles. Twice the hood of my car has been damaged by things from other automobiles. One was a hunk of metal from an 18 wheeler and the other was a mini-log from a rickety trailer pulled behind a shiny SUV. Luckily no one was hurt either time.
My brother used to attract bug bites. During the summer he would be covered in mosquito bites from playing hide and seek at dusk or horsefly bites from a day at the pool. Me, not one red swell. I used to brag that it was because I was a faster runner and swimmer but really worried if he was sweet and I was sour.
My mom was a positive magnet for teenagers. I always, always had friends over in high school and college. Sometimes they would be there sitting in our kitchen talking with Mom when I got home from tennis practice or a weekend at my father's. This continued past my teen years...she was involved, I think, because she knew how hard those years can be.
Share your positive and negative charges with others...I bet some interesting conversations will emerge:)
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Love
Do you ever wake up with so much love in your heart it's hard to start the day? Very rare are these moments for me but it's bringing me to write this morning.
I'm about to have a baby girl. I have a beautiful husband and a healthy 2year old boy. I love my home, my bed, my yard, and even my kitchen. Although I'm not very fond of my double chins right now I am thankful, so very thankful, that I am able to carry the angel inside.
I love my family and friends. I love the town in which I live and I love the tiny church that we attend. I love to eat and watch tv (at the same time). I love tennis, the beach, boat riding, petting cats and dogs, listening to the rain. I love watching my son grow and listening to his point of view. I love new shoes and clothes that fit. I love little notes from my husband. I love music videos in the morning and radio without commercials. I love original art and local accents. I love finger nail polish and lipstick. I love to laugh, especially the giggles. I love America and Mother Earth. I love great conversations. I love when my son plays the piano or harmonica (sounds only a mother could love).
I love, love, love, to love.
I'm about to have a baby girl. I have a beautiful husband and a healthy 2year old boy. I love my home, my bed, my yard, and even my kitchen. Although I'm not very fond of my double chins right now I am thankful, so very thankful, that I am able to carry the angel inside.
I love my family and friends. I love the town in which I live and I love the tiny church that we attend. I love to eat and watch tv (at the same time). I love tennis, the beach, boat riding, petting cats and dogs, listening to the rain. I love watching my son grow and listening to his point of view. I love new shoes and clothes that fit. I love little notes from my husband. I love music videos in the morning and radio without commercials. I love original art and local accents. I love finger nail polish and lipstick. I love to laugh, especially the giggles. I love America and Mother Earth. I love great conversations. I love when my son plays the piano or harmonica (sounds only a mother could love).
I love, love, love, to love.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Update...
I am 36 weeks preggie and so very ready for this little angel to make her appearance.
I have done fairly well with my "consumption shopping." I think I have purchased only one hat and three shirts and one tube of lipstick for myself since the related post. Didn't really need the hat, outgrew the maternity shirt hand me downs, and the lipstick was to make me feel better about the fact that my face resembles a balloon.
Boat rides are not very soothing when you are super pregnant and your husband drives at record speed to get you home in order to use the restroom.
The weather has been perfect this Spring!
My toddler fractured his collar bone by pulling our tv on top of himself. I keep waiting for social services to show up.
Haven't finished the Eckart Tolle book but haven't given up either. Gave up on Missing Mom by Joyce Carol Oates. Started The Life all Around Me by Ellen Foster by Kaye Gibbons.
Hung some of my son's art work in my kitchen...it's my favorite to date.
Must take a nap before son wakes up....
I have done fairly well with my "consumption shopping." I think I have purchased only one hat and three shirts and one tube of lipstick for myself since the related post. Didn't really need the hat, outgrew the maternity shirt hand me downs, and the lipstick was to make me feel better about the fact that my face resembles a balloon.
Boat rides are not very soothing when you are super pregnant and your husband drives at record speed to get you home in order to use the restroom.
The weather has been perfect this Spring!
My toddler fractured his collar bone by pulling our tv on top of himself. I keep waiting for social services to show up.
Haven't finished the Eckart Tolle book but haven't given up either. Gave up on Missing Mom by Joyce Carol Oates. Started The Life all Around Me by Ellen Foster by Kaye Gibbons.
Hung some of my son's art work in my kitchen...it's my favorite to date.
Must take a nap before son wakes up....
Thursday, April 24, 2008
"Go to zoo now?"
These were the words of my 2 year old for almost 2 weeks. I made the mistake of telling him that we were going to the zoo on Boyfriend's next day off. Since Boyfriend is a small business owner his days off are unpredicatable.
"Go to zoo after nap?"
"Go to zoo when daddy come home?"
"Go to zoo now?"
It was cute at first. After about the 1000th time I was ready to take him to PetSmart and call it a day.
I'm glad I hung in there because we all had the best time and made memories that will forever last. The sea lions took 1st prize in my son's eyes. He loved watching them gracefully twist underwater. He was scared by a gorilla who had fun with the crowd and the "big elfants" and "tall raffs" received much praise and a few rounds of applause.
I'm exhausted, still. Being over 7 months preggie walking around a zoo trying to keep up with an over-excited 2 year old will help one find religion...and any place to sit.
"Go to zoo after nap?"
"Go to zoo when daddy come home?"
"Go to zoo now?"
It was cute at first. After about the 1000th time I was ready to take him to PetSmart and call it a day.
I'm glad I hung in there because we all had the best time and made memories that will forever last. The sea lions took 1st prize in my son's eyes. He loved watching them gracefully twist underwater. He was scared by a gorilla who had fun with the crowd and the "big elfants" and "tall raffs" received much praise and a few rounds of applause.
I'm exhausted, still. Being over 7 months preggie walking around a zoo trying to keep up with an over-excited 2 year old will help one find religion...and any place to sit.
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Dream #3
I dream that life as a stay at home mom fills my cup.
I dream of feeling a real sense of accomplishment when my son is potty trained or can tie his shoes. I dream of hanging laundry out to dry while my children blow bubbles.
I dream of long summer days with the neighborhood kids in and out. I dream of serving lemonade and cookies, making hopscotch sqares in the driveway, and hula-hooping until my sides hurt.
I dream of homework spread across the kitchen table and telling teenagers to turn down their music. I dream of best friends and first dates and spring breaks.
I dream that my kids grow up to be caring and helpful people and always want to visit home.
I dream of feeling a real sense of accomplishment when my son is potty trained or can tie his shoes. I dream of hanging laundry out to dry while my children blow bubbles.
I dream of long summer days with the neighborhood kids in and out. I dream of serving lemonade and cookies, making hopscotch sqares in the driveway, and hula-hooping until my sides hurt.
I dream of homework spread across the kitchen table and telling teenagers to turn down their music. I dream of best friends and first dates and spring breaks.
I dream that my kids grow up to be caring and helpful people and always want to visit home.
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