This post is going to be boring but I am bored. I'm watching a friend's children for a couple of hours and I need to fold the laundry which is upstairs but one of the babies is sleeping up there and I don't want to wake him. So, I blog.
My contacts are bugging me. My eyes are all itchy and sometimes watery. Irritating to say the least.
Sometimes, I wish I didn't care about people. It's not like I want to be some big dickhead but I hate worrying and fretting and feeling distressed about the people in my life. It's hard enough to worry about my own interpersonal relationships but then I sometimes worry when two of my loved ones aren't getting along. I worry that I'll be caught in the middle or not caught in the middle or that they'll never make up. Or that their individual dynamic will somehow change my own universe somehow. It's probably because my parents got divorced. Kidding. I almost admire those people who can just write others out of their lives completely. Just turn it off and never think about them again or miss them. Even most of the people I have at one time or another "hated", I end up missing in a few months or years. I wonder why that is? I also wonder if I am in the minority? My brothers can just *snap* be so DONE with people. If someone does them wrong, fuck it you are fucking OUT. Maybe they think about them but they sure don't show it. How does that work?
Oh well, I never really claimed to have much emotional fortitude.
I've really had a thing for Reese's Pieces lately. So good.
Katherine is not liking to eat again. She's picked up on her nursing and I feel a lot more frequent letdowns while we nurse, but still I worry. I'm scared to weigh her. I know I should give myself a break because she's been sick and stuff. Fuuuuuuuuuck.
Josie has been such a good helper. She helps me set the table and clear it after dinner. She throws the dirty laundry down the stairs to the bottomless pile at the base of the stairs. She puts her own clean clothes away. Not to mention, she is on constant choking hazard patrol. That one is actually funny.
She also has some awesome attitude at times. Complete with heavy sighs, eye rolling and "But Maaaaaaaamaaaaaaa!"
I cannot seem to get into the Olympics this year. I have friends who are actually there watching some events, one was posting pics of the Finnish bobsled team getting shitty drunk the night before an event. Or at least that is who he said it was. He's a notorious for bragging so that might lead into lying. Frankly, he annoys me.
I can't stand Alexis on RHOC. She is such a joke. And her husband grosses me right the fuck out. Gretchen had something done to her face. She looks so scary this season. How about the way she cracks up at her own STUPID jokes all.the.time? Newsflash Gretch: YOU are not that funny. Lynn probably doesn't have the sense God gave a cork but I think she has a good heart. Vicki is not bugging me at all this season, I still think she looks like Miss Piggy but I'm glad she's being nicer to her hubs. Tamra, I really want to like but she's leaving a bad taste in my mouth. Sometimes, I feel bad for her and sometimes I want to slap her.
Alright, I guess that's it...
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Saturday, February 20, 2010
HEY YOU GUUUUUUUUUUUUUYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I started a rad, badass, sweet 365 Blog! YAY!!!!!!!!!! I'm so excited about it. It forces me to take at least one photo a day and I really want to be like all the other cool kids, yo!
So, here it is. http://my365ta-da.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-1.html
I need Kari to show me AGAIN how to do a linky.
So, here it is. http://my365ta-da.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-1.html
I need Kari to show me AGAIN how to do a linky.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Checking in.....
I keep waiting to have something real to say so my blog has a purpose or something but who gives a fuck, right?
I'm tired. Like I have a newborn baby tired. The girls have been sick (I'm going on 3 nights of no more than 4 hrs sleep) and I never seem to get good sleep when they are hacking and snorting and gagging and even puking. I have to draaaaaaaaaaaaag myself up outta bed and I've perfected the art of making coffee with my eyes basically shut. I should be doing laundry while Katherine is occupied but I'll blog because I like never blog. (I only read about a dozen a day.)
I've been thinking about starting a 365 project - I'm not sure if Amy still reads this boring mofo but if you do - what do you think? Originally, I thought 365's could be started anytime but the more I see of them, the more I see you really are supposed to start them at the beginning of the year. Poop. I know I can start a blog about whatever the fuck I want to, but I am a rule follower. What a tragic dilemma. Heh. I love seeing Amy's 365, it just makes me smile and I see a lot of growth in her photography. (Such a grown-up sounding sentence in mah head.)
I'm excited for Greys and PP tonight. That's what my life has become, getting excited for frigging TV shows.
My big girl turned FOUR yesterday. She is pretty sick, she has a baaaaaaad cough, fever, runny nose, etc. Poor baby doesn't even really have a voice. So, last night I gave her a nice toasty bath right after dinner and blew her hair dry. Then, I rubbed some homemade Vick's crap on her chest and back and feet, tucked her into the recliner under her furry princess blanket where she fell asleep. A full hour and a half before her regular bedtime. Score! James put her to bed about 45 minutes later and then went to check on her two hours after that.
I was just getting Katherine to sleep, she was nursing and in that nursing coma/zone. James came out of Josie's room holding her under the armpits and half running to the bathroom. He goes, "Jodi, she threw up."
Great.
James stripped her down and put her back in the bath because she had, of course, barfed all over her freshly washed and dried hair. I put Katherine down to assess the damage in her bed. Puke. I gingerly picked through the bedding trying to decipher what had vomit shrapnel on it and what was clean. Thankfully, it wasn't too bad. By this point Katherine if fucking LIVID.
Josie was sobbing and barking and holding her chest.
I grabbed my phone and called my mama. It's what I always do when something is even slightly wrong or off or good or funny or....you get the picture. As near as we can tell, she just coughed so hard she threw up. That or the fever upset her tummy.
Fuck, I didn't mean to make this such a long story. Anyway, she had a horrible fucking night, alllllllll on the very day of her fourth birthday. It was so pathetic, I wanted to cry.
OK. *sigh* I guess I've wasted enough time. I'll go re-wash the puke laundry. Yum.
I'm tired. Like I have a newborn baby tired. The girls have been sick (I'm going on 3 nights of no more than 4 hrs sleep) and I never seem to get good sleep when they are hacking and snorting and gagging and even puking. I have to draaaaaaaaaaaaag myself up outta bed and I've perfected the art of making coffee with my eyes basically shut. I should be doing laundry while Katherine is occupied but I'll blog because I like never blog. (I only read about a dozen a day.)
I've been thinking about starting a 365 project - I'm not sure if Amy still reads this boring mofo but if you do - what do you think? Originally, I thought 365's could be started anytime but the more I see of them, the more I see you really are supposed to start them at the beginning of the year. Poop. I know I can start a blog about whatever the fuck I want to, but I am a rule follower. What a tragic dilemma. Heh. I love seeing Amy's 365, it just makes me smile and I see a lot of growth in her photography. (Such a grown-up sounding sentence in mah head.)
I'm excited for Greys and PP tonight. That's what my life has become, getting excited for frigging TV shows.
My big girl turned FOUR yesterday. She is pretty sick, she has a baaaaaaad cough, fever, runny nose, etc. Poor baby doesn't even really have a voice. So, last night I gave her a nice toasty bath right after dinner and blew her hair dry. Then, I rubbed some homemade Vick's crap on her chest and back and feet, tucked her into the recliner under her furry princess blanket where she fell asleep. A full hour and a half before her regular bedtime. Score! James put her to bed about 45 minutes later and then went to check on her two hours after that.
I was just getting Katherine to sleep, she was nursing and in that nursing coma/zone. James came out of Josie's room holding her under the armpits and half running to the bathroom. He goes, "Jodi, she threw up."
Great.
James stripped her down and put her back in the bath because she had, of course, barfed all over her freshly washed and dried hair. I put Katherine down to assess the damage in her bed. Puke. I gingerly picked through the bedding trying to decipher what had vomit shrapnel on it and what was clean. Thankfully, it wasn't too bad. By this point Katherine if fucking LIVID.
Josie was sobbing and barking and holding her chest.
I grabbed my phone and called my mama. It's what I always do when something is even slightly wrong or off or good or funny or....you get the picture. As near as we can tell, she just coughed so hard she threw up. That or the fever upset her tummy.
Fuck, I didn't mean to make this such a long story. Anyway, she had a horrible fucking night, alllllllll on the very day of her fourth birthday. It was so pathetic, I wanted to cry.
OK. *sigh* I guess I've wasted enough time. I'll go re-wash the puke laundry. Yum.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
What to blog, what to blog.....?
I want to blog but I don't really have much to say. Just random boring shit that most of you already know about - HA!
Let's see...I hate liars. Like bad. I don't mind those little lies, we all do those. If I ask you if my hair looks like Hooch's in A League of Their Own and you graciously say "Pfft, of course not", that lie is forgivable. Or if you lie about your weight on your driver's license, the size of the fish you caught, or the fact that you got fired instead of quitting your job, all no biggies in my book.
It's the BIG ones, I get fired up about. I have these people in my life that I should love unconditionally (and I do) but they are liars. The bad kind. They tell lies about just "bumping into" celebrities or having high profile, well paying jobs without a high school diploma or even a GED. They lie about being married, for fuck's sake. They lie about abortions and fucking paranormal activity. I am NO kidding, I'm not even exaggerating. So, now one of them supposedly has a serious illness and I feel like a total tool for not jumping on the empathy band wagon. There is a possibility that it is true, buuuuuuuuut I dunno. If you've lied over and over and over I am not running to your side when you have a tragedy and no proof. But I'll fake it because I'm nice like that, I guess. Or I just don't want everyone else to think I am a big asshole.
The thing is that most of their lives revolve around something that will get them some big time sympathy. Which is normal, right? Isn't that what liars lie about? Or why they lie, rather? I need to work on being nicer. They had pretty shitty childhoods and have very little support now as adults. But that is true of A LOT of people who don't lie about the dumbest fucking shit.
I am 100% addicted to The Bachelor and like Valk, I need to give a shout out to Andrea's blog if you watch. She'll have you in stitches and wishing you could be in the same room with her watching it. (I guess if you want to read it, leave me a comment, I don't know how to do a linky thing.)
I'm also waaaaaaaaaaaaaaay into Teen Mom. Andrea, do you watch that one? I know Valk and Tash do..... We need someone to do a detailed blog about that show. I am freaking IN LOVE with Tyler and Catelynn - the little couple who gave their baby girl up for adoption. Every time they are on the screen, I just want to cry and usually, I do. I hate their parents and am shocked that they are so great despite their upbringing. Amber is a lazy, fucking idiot. She and her *gag* boyfriend, Gary, are so disgusting, I can practically smell them from here. The worst thing is, I think the baby gets forgotten most of the time. Maci and Asshole Ryan are another favorite couple of mine, but only because of Maci. That little girl has a good head on her shoulders and she seems to be trying so dang hard to be a good mama to her little boy. Ryan, ugh that piece of shit. I would be ashamed if he were my child. Farrah, the single mom, seems to be finally getting her shit together. But she was a real disappointment for a while. I think she'll be ashamed when she sees the way she treats her mom. (But her mom is fucking annoying, I guess.)
Welp, that's all I have time for, for now. The baby (ack - she is ONE - not really a baby anymore!) needs to nurse.
Let's see...I hate liars. Like bad. I don't mind those little lies, we all do those. If I ask you if my hair looks like Hooch's in A League of Their Own and you graciously say "Pfft, of course not", that lie is forgivable. Or if you lie about your weight on your driver's license, the size of the fish you caught, or the fact that you got fired instead of quitting your job, all no biggies in my book.
It's the BIG ones, I get fired up about. I have these people in my life that I should love unconditionally (and I do) but they are liars. The bad kind. They tell lies about just "bumping into" celebrities or having high profile, well paying jobs without a high school diploma or even a GED. They lie about being married, for fuck's sake. They lie about abortions and fucking paranormal activity. I am NO kidding, I'm not even exaggerating. So, now one of them supposedly has a serious illness and I feel like a total tool for not jumping on the empathy band wagon. There is a possibility that it is true, buuuuuuuuut I dunno. If you've lied over and over and over I am not running to your side when you have a tragedy and no proof. But I'll fake it because I'm nice like that, I guess. Or I just don't want everyone else to think I am a big asshole.
The thing is that most of their lives revolve around something that will get them some big time sympathy. Which is normal, right? Isn't that what liars lie about? Or why they lie, rather? I need to work on being nicer. They had pretty shitty childhoods and have very little support now as adults. But that is true of A LOT of people who don't lie about the dumbest fucking shit.
I am 100% addicted to The Bachelor and like Valk, I need to give a shout out to Andrea's blog if you watch. She'll have you in stitches and wishing you could be in the same room with her watching it. (I guess if you want to read it, leave me a comment, I don't know how to do a linky thing.)
I'm also waaaaaaaaaaaaaaay into Teen Mom. Andrea, do you watch that one? I know Valk and Tash do..... We need someone to do a detailed blog about that show. I am freaking IN LOVE with Tyler and Catelynn - the little couple who gave their baby girl up for adoption. Every time they are on the screen, I just want to cry and usually, I do. I hate their parents and am shocked that they are so great despite their upbringing. Amber is a lazy, fucking idiot. She and her *gag* boyfriend, Gary, are so disgusting, I can practically smell them from here. The worst thing is, I think the baby gets forgotten most of the time. Maci and Asshole Ryan are another favorite couple of mine, but only because of Maci. That little girl has a good head on her shoulders and she seems to be trying so dang hard to be a good mama to her little boy. Ryan, ugh that piece of shit. I would be ashamed if he were my child. Farrah, the single mom, seems to be finally getting her shit together. But she was a real disappointment for a while. I think she'll be ashamed when she sees the way she treats her mom. (But her mom is fucking annoying, I guess.)
Welp, that's all I have time for, for now. The baby (ack - she is ONE - not really a baby anymore!) needs to nurse.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Discord
How do rectify a bad situation? How do make it better with someone you love when you're just not jiving or even openly disagreeing with them?
I've been sitting here for a few days wondering how to make things better between me and someone I care deeply about. It's not James, not to worry there. I know how to make things better with him. Actually I always thought I knew how to make things better with this other person, too but now I am not so sure. I tried talking to her but she just got super defensive and shot me down. BTW, it is no one who reads this blog. She doesn't even know this blog exists. She would be appalled, I'm sure.
I feel like the end of an era is near. We are blood related so I know that our relationship will not disappear entirely, but I just have this sinking feeling that the closeness we have experienced most o f our lives is dissipating. It's breaking my heart. Especially since Josie thinks of her as a hero, and I more than adore her children. I think I just need to learn to distance myself and not have any high expectations of her or our relationship. It hurts me deeply but it's not like it's a death or something completely tragic.
Blah, I hate being a downer. Shitfuckshitfuckass. Meh, now I feel a little better.
It's been a while since I last blogged, a lot has gone on but apparently nothing worth really mentioning now......
I found a super easy recipe for dutch babies and they're pretty awesome, easy and cheap. But not low fat or low carb. I was thinking for my girls on Atkins that they might be low carb but they have flour in them, bummer. I was on Atkins a hundred years ago when it first came out. I never fucking felt worse in my whole life. I couldn't eat bacon for YEARS after that. But I think they have made a TON of improvements on it in recent years. My girls who are on it talk about it and it definitely makes more sense than the Atkins I was on.
I don't have any resolutions, I always fail those motherfuckers in about 6 days. I am trying to not have any grandiose plans but welcome the years blessing with an open heart. (I totally stole that from one of my favorite blogs!) One other thing I am trying to do is not make everything all about me all the time. To not take every little thing personally and not rely on the perpetually un-fucking-reliable. I hate, hate, hate, HATE being disappointed. So, if I don't expect people to be there for me, I won't be hurt when they aren't.
Thank fucking GOD for the Internet and the relationships I have there or I would be totally up Shit Creek.
I've been sitting here for a few days wondering how to make things better between me and someone I care deeply about. It's not James, not to worry there. I know how to make things better with him. Actually I always thought I knew how to make things better with this other person, too but now I am not so sure. I tried talking to her but she just got super defensive and shot me down. BTW, it is no one who reads this blog. She doesn't even know this blog exists. She would be appalled, I'm sure.
I feel like the end of an era is near. We are blood related so I know that our relationship will not disappear entirely, but I just have this sinking feeling that the closeness we have experienced most o f our lives is dissipating. It's breaking my heart. Especially since Josie thinks of her as a hero, and I more than adore her children. I think I just need to learn to distance myself and not have any high expectations of her or our relationship. It hurts me deeply but it's not like it's a death or something completely tragic.
Blah, I hate being a downer. Shitfuckshitfuckass. Meh, now I feel a little better.
It's been a while since I last blogged, a lot has gone on but apparently nothing worth really mentioning now......
I found a super easy recipe for dutch babies and they're pretty awesome, easy and cheap. But not low fat or low carb. I was thinking for my girls on Atkins that they might be low carb but they have flour in them, bummer. I was on Atkins a hundred years ago when it first came out. I never fucking felt worse in my whole life. I couldn't eat bacon for YEARS after that. But I think they have made a TON of improvements on it in recent years. My girls who are on it talk about it and it definitely makes more sense than the Atkins I was on.
I don't have any resolutions, I always fail those motherfuckers in about 6 days. I am trying to not have any grandiose plans but welcome the years blessing with an open heart. (I totally stole that from one of my favorite blogs!) One other thing I am trying to do is not make everything all about me all the time. To not take every little thing personally and not rely on the perpetually un-fucking-reliable. I hate, hate, hate, HATE being disappointed. So, if I don't expect people to be there for me, I won't be hurt when they aren't.
Thank fucking GOD for the Internet and the relationships I have there or I would be totally up Shit Creek.
Friday, December 18, 2009
EFF!!!!!!!!!!
Fuckin ear infections. I was hoping and PRAYING that we could make it through one motherfucking Christmas without Josie getting sick. *sigh* I guess she has a week to get better.
Actually, not even a whole week. We will leave to go to the ranch/my mom's on either Sunday or Monday. Annnnnd in true Jodi fashion, we still have lots of shopping and shit to do.
So, Josie has an ear infection and Katherine is sorta getting over a doozy of a cold. The lingering cough is vicious, making her cough until she gags and pukes. Freaking nice. I just feel so bad for the both of them. Josie keeps telling me that her ear hurts. I did cold socks last night and it might have helped a little but it didn't take it away completely. We're really just trying our best to avoid the stupid antibiotics. They make her have an upset tummy and diarrhea. Boo. Plus, I'm not so sure they have ever really gotten rid of her ear infection and they certainly don't alleviate her pain at all.
Crap, Katherine is crying and pulling at me.
Maybe someday I can shower.
Actually, not even a whole week. We will leave to go to the ranch/my mom's on either Sunday or Monday. Annnnnd in true Jodi fashion, we still have lots of shopping and shit to do.
So, Josie has an ear infection and Katherine is sorta getting over a doozy of a cold. The lingering cough is vicious, making her cough until she gags and pukes. Freaking nice. I just feel so bad for the both of them. Josie keeps telling me that her ear hurts. I did cold socks last night and it might have helped a little but it didn't take it away completely. We're really just trying our best to avoid the stupid antibiotics. They make her have an upset tummy and diarrhea. Boo. Plus, I'm not so sure they have ever really gotten rid of her ear infection and they certainly don't alleviate her pain at all.
Crap, Katherine is crying and pulling at me.
Maybe someday I can shower.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Random Dandom
I feel like I've neglected my wittle bloggy-poo but I really don't have much to say so I am going to be random. I can fill page after page of random bullshit.
I love guacamole. Oh man, I could eat it every day.
Thanks to Valk and AmyBean, I now understand how to use every day vs. everyday.
I need a new bra, I hate bad bras. Ugh, it can very nearly ruin my day, Goddammit.
I am so excited for Christmas. I get to see and spend an entire week with my cousins, aunts, uncles, siblings, nieces, and nephews. YAY! And one of my cousins I haven't seen in 7 years.
I think I desperately need a date with my husband. Just dinner and a movie. We need to make that happen, yo.
I hate worrying about my friends. Especially the ones who live to far away for me to just visit. I worry when I don't hear from them for a while or they get quiet when I know they are going through something rough. I fret and worry and stew and worry some more. But I understand the need to withdraw, too. It's just not my style. I vent and rant and tell the whole Goddamn world about what's eating me.
I get to go to dinner with one of my dearest friends tonight. With Katherine, of course. She's my velcro baby - never very far from me. I really don't mind. She's such a snuggle bunny, baby girl.
I need to find a way to make chicken Marsala without the Marsala. Think I could just add some sugar or something to white wine?
I'm apparently starving right now.
Guess I should go eat something or something.
I love guacamole. Oh man, I could eat it every day.
Thanks to Valk and AmyBean, I now understand how to use every day vs. everyday.
I need a new bra, I hate bad bras. Ugh, it can very nearly ruin my day, Goddammit.
I am so excited for Christmas. I get to see and spend an entire week with my cousins, aunts, uncles, siblings, nieces, and nephews. YAY! And one of my cousins I haven't seen in 7 years.
I think I desperately need a date with my husband. Just dinner and a movie. We need to make that happen, yo.
I hate worrying about my friends. Especially the ones who live to far away for me to just visit. I worry when I don't hear from them for a while or they get quiet when I know they are going through something rough. I fret and worry and stew and worry some more. But I understand the need to withdraw, too. It's just not my style. I vent and rant and tell the whole Goddamn world about what's eating me.
I get to go to dinner with one of my dearest friends tonight. With Katherine, of course. She's my velcro baby - never very far from me. I really don't mind. She's such a snuggle bunny, baby girl.
I need to find a way to make chicken Marsala without the Marsala. Think I could just add some sugar or something to white wine?
I'm apparently starving right now.
Guess I should go eat something or something.
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