Saturday, December 31, 2011
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Thursday, December 29, 2011
I like going to bars. I like getting together with some laid back girlfriends, grabbing a beer, and relaxing...maybe a little dancing if the DJ is playing something I can groove to. There are some people who think that a married woman has no place in a bar, let alone a married woman with a baby, but I see no harm in it.
Any who, so last Thursday I'm at work and it's so close to Christmas break and everyone is all crazed and stressed out with the holiday performance and the wrapping and the last minute gifts and the baking and the drama so when at lunch my friend suggested that we all go out for a drink after work instead of resorting to my usual, "Sounds like fun, but I can't" I said, "Let me see if I can work out the logistics." So I lined up my mom to babysit and told the voice in my head that told me I should feel guilty to stfu and I decided to go and have a good time. I had a hair appointment that day anyway, so I told the girls I'd just meet them there.
Now right about this point in my story I realized that, I was wearing my glasses, I didn't have any clothes to change into, and I had no makeup with me. It gave me pause for a minute, because usually when I go out in public I like to look somewhat decent, but I just as quickly decided that I didn't care and it didn't matter anyway.
So I went to my hair appointment, cut off about six inches of hair and then strolled into the bar wearing my glasses, loose fitting jeans, flat boots, a belted sweater, and no makeup except for the red lipstick I always keep in my purse and you know what? It was like I had beer flavored boobs or something. I must have gotten hit on like 10 times that night. Now I'm not a conceited person by any stretch of the imagination, you wouldn't even have to click the back button twice to find some post where I'm thinking I'm fat or that my nose is too long, or that my chin is weird or my butt is too big, I'm too unstylish.
I just wanted to point out that I did everything that the fashion magazines say you shouldn't. Don't listen to magazines that say you have to look a certain way or wear something special to be beautiful, to feel beautiful. Just saying.
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
I used to be uber private about my blog. It was my own private place and it took me a long time to get semi-used to the idea of people who I know in real life reading it. But then I got nominated for some blogger award and I needed the votes so I sold out and put the link up on facebook and about 30 seconds after I hit "update" I had a mini panic attack because basically my deepest darkest secrets, fears, insecurities and all other sorts of ridiculousness were now on display to people who I had to look in the face.
But I was never ill received by anyone who clicked on the link that day. In fact everyone who spoke to me about it really liked it and said that they had similar feelings as well. That doesn't mean that there weren't haters who were making fun of me behind my back, but there's not much that can really be done about that. There are even people it brought me closer with because there was a shared ground, a commonality to lay the groundwork down for friendship. So thanks to Nicole, Michelle, Buffy, Christy, Regina, Amy, Rochelle, and Jasmine for reading.
But those are only the people I know about. What if there are people who I know in real life who read this blog and I don't know that they read it. That feels unfair. If you're reading what equates to a very personal, yet very public diary, I should know about it so I can properly avert my eyes in shame if I run into you on the street or, gasp, in the hallway at work. I don't care if you read it, I'd just like to know so send me a FB message, a comment or an e-mail and let me know that you lurk around here. Or better yet, de-lurk and get yourself in the conversation.
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
It doesn't need checklists or resolutions or a month-by-month guide because it is pure happiness in and of itself.
|Here I am in my pj's and glasses all over the interwebz|
|"It's Zazu! Oh my! Oh my! Oh my!"|
|Checking to make sure there aren't any left for her|
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Since December is Money Month and it's basically spent buying presents for our most cherished loved ones and, you know, the people we have to buy for even though we can't stand the sight of their faces. If you're going to buy presents and spent tons of cash, might as well use save yourself some bucks by using coupons. Brad's Deals is published by coupon and deal expert Brad Wilson who filters online deals, coupons, and printable coupons from hundreds of stores.
No joke this site gave me a coupon high. Tons of coupons for Bed Bath and Beyond, which means you know you're getting hooked up with at least 20% off, plus 50% off select fine China. You can find tons of great gifts from Bed Bath and Beyond for anyone in your family, I've got my eye on a cake pop maker from there if anyone wants to send their favorite blogger a present.
Don't even get me started on Red Envelope Online Coupons for 10%-20% off. You can pretty much find anything you would ever want to buy at Red Envelope Online, it's probably one of the most comprehensive websites for shopping.
And a website that I'm new to, but absolutely love! Zazzle, where you can shop by recipient, buy holiday cars, and create custom, personalized gifts like puzzles, iphone cases, mugs, t-shirts, etc. Coupons range from 25% off calendars, 10% of a $20 (umm...DEAL), 20% off cards (gotta send 'em out anyway), and so much more.
You can also find coupons for stores like ASOS (love, love, love), Home Depot, Zulilly, and tons more. So whether you're looking for an online code or want to print it out and take it to the store, hit up www.bradsdeals.com and I'm sure he has what you're looking for.
***this was a sponsored post, but the opinions here are my own and the website is banging***
Posted by Melissa G. at 9:22 AM
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
I have two things that I want to discuss with you guys today. 1: I have been a bit youth obsessed lately. 2: Most of my epiphanies/revelations take place during Glee.
I don't know why all of a sudden I'm really obsessed with youth. Maybe it's because I feel like I woke up and just started feeling my age. It takes me longer to look fresher, and it certainly requires a bit more products (ummm...hello erase paste from Sephora you magic maker). I just feel like I get run down more quickly and I don't bounce back as fast as I used to.
I look at my sister and I look at her life and how free she is. She has a really strong group of friends and they're always doing fun stuff: going out dancing, shopping, out to dinner, bars, or just hanging out at each others houses. They'll go on random road trips to nowhere and have amazing adventures. I would never trade my life for hers, partially because I don't have the energy to keep up with it, but it makes me nostalgic for the times when I was like that; for when I used to burn as bright as the sun and I had my whole life ahead of me. Mistakes were turned into legendary stories. Decisions did not need to be made. The world was open and I was ready for it.
I'm so glad I had so many wonderful, wild and carefree experiences, but that doesn't mean I don't ever wax nostalgic for those times.
What are you nostalgic about?
Friday, December 16, 2011
...thinking you are making food for yourself and realizing that you are sadly mistaken.
...that you will be 15 minutes late to everything.
...you need 3 days advance notice of any plans so you can figure out a babysitter situation and mentally prepare yourself for a night out with adults.
...you will need to find clever spots to hide your iPhone to keep it out of sticky little hands.
...hiding in the bathroom so you can do your business in peace.
...your house will never be *really* clean.
...that a really amazing day consists of sleeping past 8am, a really great day trip/playdate, a long nap, a dinner that everyone eats, and an early bed time.
...making 3 different dinners in a night even though you swore you never would.
...you are always at least a little bit tired.
...you get really jazzed up about the new Spring line at Baby Gap.
...there have been several occasions where you've forgotten to shower/brush your teeth/put on deodorant.
...that you will always be loved and you will never truly ever be alone.
Thursday, December 15, 2011
I am not a babysitter. I am a teacher. I don't just sit in front of the classroom and read a book or go over a worksheet that I have the teachers guide to. I'm so much more than that.
I assess the needs of my students and plan lessons that address those needs, while keeping those lessons in line with the curriculum, and the new Common Core Standards. I plan small groups to push students thinking further or to fill in the gaps. I meet one on one with students to set learning goals. I plan projects that allow my students to exercise their creativity within the framework for learning. I find 10 different ways to teach fractions so that everyone can understand it. I grade tests, book reports, and sort post-its. I field questions from overzealous parents and I pull teeth from ones that are uninvolved. I work with staff developers to improve my techniques. I create interactive slides on the Smart Board to engage students and keep them current with technology. I scour the internet for a video of cheetahs hunting because it fits in with my read aloud.
I'm a firm disciplinarian. I'm a detective sorting out where missing pencils and silly banz have gone. I'm a mediator, trying to fix an argument between to "bff's" gone awry. I'm a motivator to get a lazy kid's rear in gear. I'm a secretary filling out tons of paperwork. I'm a student going back for several more degrees. I am not a babysitter. I am a teacher.
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
A few weeks ago during an unseasonably warm December afternoon Andy and I took Miss. Isabella to the park to enjoy an hour or so of outdoor play. Usually she makes a friend and plays with him/her, while Andy and I hover on the sideline drinking lattes and taking turns making sure she doesn't eat dirt or try to slide down the pole. But no one was there, I guess they didn't get the memo that it was 60 degrees in December. Isabella is kind of going through an "I don't want to play by myself I want to harass my parents and make them do ridiculous things in public" phase, so I was on my 6th slide down the slide when I said jokingly, that we should rent out my niece Daniella so they could slide together and I wouldn't have to squeeze my big ass down a kid sized slide and he said, "Well why don't we start trying to have another baby?"
I almost lost my shit.
Now you all know that motherhood is not something that comes naturally to me. I'm selfish, impatient, and snippy. I have to really work at being a good mom and I think I'm doing a great job, but again, it's not something that just comes as second nature. But I got really excited about the thought of another baby. Another tiny little baby, a sibling for Isabella, another chance to start it off right. Sometimes it terrifies me the thought of another infant, but if I can just push through that, I'd love to see Isabella with a little brother or sister.
Now, it really is just a matter of timing. We're putting the house up on the market after the holidays. And I really don't want to be pregnant for my cousin Christie's wedding in March. So we could start trying during the Feb/March cycle. Or I could start in May after my 30th birthday, which I'm hoping to have a big bash *hint* *hint*, but honestly, now that the baby bug has been planted I don't know if I could wait that long. I know it doesn't just happen on the first cycle, but it very well could and I'd like to be prepared for it.
So it looks like another baby will be happening, hopefully sooner rather than later.
Monday, December 12, 2011
Friday, December 9, 2011
|Betty White was a fox, now she's completely|
Sound familiar? Because it does to me.
But I had a thought the other day. The thought crept in and took hold and shook me way down deep. One day, I'll be an old lady and no one will want me.
Ummmm....truth bomb right there.
Men won't take a second glance at me, young people will call me an old lady, I won't look sexy, I won't feel sexy, I won't be beautiful.
Isn't that sad? It makes me really sad. It makes me understand things like botox and facelifts and tummy tucks. You're avoiding getting to that place.
Now you can spout off about aging gracefully or growing old with your husband, but homegirl...that's not what this is about. We're all going to be old and ugly one day and no one is ever going to want to shag us. I'm having a really hard time coming to grips with that. I'll just be old and dried up. Shudders. And I'm getting closer to that point...not further away.
Thursday, December 8, 2011
I used to feel all embarrassed about the amount of TV we let Isabella watches, but I'm over it. Some days she watches a lot and some days none at all. She'll sit and watch an entire movie, but she also does crafts, goes on play dates and day trips, colors, plays pretend, helps me cook, reads books, plays with her toys, colors and she's really really smart. So I know TV isn't ruining her. Sometimes we'll hunker down and watch TV together and sometimes I'll throw on a show and use the down time to make dinner. I'm over feeling guilty about it, because I have other, more pressing things to feel badly about.
But I'm going off topic because that's not what this post is about. Let me tell you a bit of a story. I was watching Private Practice on my DVR one weekend when Isabella was napping and it was dark, like so dark I could barely see it. So in my head I'm cursing ABC for making such a poorly lit show. So then I watch a DVR'ed episode of Dr. Oz next and he's blurry too. So I tell Andy when he gets home from work and he says the bulb is probably weak in the TV. He goes on Amazon and orders a replacement bulb, but instead of overnighting that shit he goes for some free super saver shipping so he can save $5.17. Of course the next day the bulb blows out, which leaves us TV-less for a week.
5 of those 7 days I was at work so that wasn't such a big deal for me. According to my mom and Andy there was a lot of walks, going out to lunch, play dates, and coloring. When I got home there was a lot of music and burned dinners. After she went to bed, Andy and I would play yahtzee, go on the computer, or watch TV in bed, which we almost never do.
The weekend I thought would be really difficult. I enjoy a quiet cup of coffee while Isabella watches Mickey Mouse. Instead we had a tea party and then she quietly played with her puzzles and let me drink my coffee in peace. I was surprised to say the least. When the bulb came I was happy that I could see what Top Model All Star got the axe, but I was also a little bit bummed out because I was actually enjoying a little TV-free time.
While I still watch a lot of TV myself and Isabella also enjoys her shows, I'm trying to make more of an effort to keep it off, even from background noise for a while. Everything in moderation right?
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
There are many things I love about growing up in NYC, even if I was in an outer borough, but none of them top Christmas in New York. The display lights at Macy's, the Christmas tree at Rockerfeller Center, all of the lights and decorations, the shops, the spirit, and of course, the Rockettes!
This year we thought Isabella was old enough to really enjoy this special time in the city, so we loaded up for a fun filled day. First we hit up the Rock Center Christmas tree and she was just in awe at it's size.
Then we were off to FAO Schwartz where she was just beside herself in excitement, although honestly that store, while full of ambiance, is way overpriced. Why would I pay $54 for a Lalaloopsy doll when I can pay $35 at Toys R Us?!
Anyway...then we had a quick bite to eat and it was off to see the Rocketts Christmas Spectacular at Radio City Music Hall. She was mesmerized. She would dance and bop her head to the songs and every time a song was done she would say, "Again, Mommy, more!" She loved it and she sat through the whole thing.
|This is my favorite scene|
And one final shot at our own humble abode.
Monday, December 5, 2011
So here are my resolutions for my Happiness Project this month:
Create a Budget: And stick to it! Not just for Christmas, but I have no idea where all of our money goes. I need to evaluate and create a budget plan. And follow through with it.
Coupon: I've seen extreme couponing, I'm sure if I can even put one tenth in of their effort I can save some money.
Commit to Savings: I want to start putting some money away each week in an envelope just for me and putting more into our savings account.
Any money saving tips you guys care to share?
Friday, December 2, 2011
Looking at Isabella is like looking at a mini clone of myself, aside from her light hair and green eyes, she has basically my exact same face, but there are some other things that she got from me that I hoped would have eluded the gene pool. In this case I only have myself to blame because these are behaviors she picked up from dear old mom, not physical traits.
She's really anal retentive and everything needs to be just so. Some examples, there are certain foods that can't be cut up or broken, like donuts, granola bars, cookies, or apples. Then there are foods that absolutely must be cut, pancakes, french toast, and strawberries. A mistake in the wrong direction will make said food unedible.
Also, everything has to go in its right place. The DVD's have to be stacked on the left side of the TV, if you're having a tea party you have to have a pink cup, with a pink spoon, on a pink saucer. If you can't find one of those utensils, the party cannot go on until it's found. Her crayons have to go in the blue zip up pencil case, not in the basket with the coloring books. She has to go first into the house, into the room first, and up the stairs first. She has to put the light on in the bathroom herself and if you do it first she will shut it off, leave the room, come back in and put it on herself.
She's slightly awkward in social settings, for example...when we were at my cousin Christie's bridal shower, all of the little kids were playing duck-duck-goose and she was doing the crab walk by herself.
Those are all behaviors that she most certainly picked up from her neurotic mother. But she does have some qualities that I don't possess: she doesn't care what anyone thinks of her when out in public, she has a really easy time making friends, she's not afraid to say no or ask for what she wants, and that girl can boogie.