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women are the stronger sex

Published May 18, 2009 | By Nicole

fact.  and male readers out there, i don’t write this because i’m a man-hating feminist (though i am a feminist).  i write this because it’s true.  

my blog.  my post.  my truth.  ya don’t like it, don’t read it.

this truth is becoming more and more apparent to me by the minute.  literally, the minute.  i see men unable to multi-task, make decisions, take care of their health, take care of their families… and then i see women carting babies, toddlers and groceries up three flights of stairs while on their cell phone, hosting a conference call.  i see men who are unwilling to fight for what they want…  because they don’t know what they want.  and i see women fighting to the death for what matters to them because they see it, they know it, and they go after it.  i see men sitting on couches.  i see women running towards the goal line.  i see men going through the motions.  i see women creating motion.  
and in defense to those men who have shown me they are true MEN, hats off to you.  i’m not speaking to you directly.  but i am speaking to the ones who aren’t living up to the title of being “a man.”  and for that, you other MEN should be telling the boys to buck the fuck up.  

(sorry mom and dad, i know i shouldn’t drop the f-bomb, but it fits at the moment).

which brings me back to my original point that women are the stronger sex.  we support one another.  we disagree with one another.  we engage with one another.  we share with one another.  good, bad, ugly… it’s all out there with women.  
and i see men hiding right now.  i see men cowering for whatever reason, for a multitude of reasons… and i see weakness in those men.
for centuries women have worked, fought, birthed, raised, created, trusted, built, loved, lost, supported, disagreed, lived, both happily and unhappily…
when you birth a child, you are still a woman.  in fact, you are (in my opinion) even more of a woman because your body has fulfilled its purpose in creating, housing, and birthing another life.  you don’t just become a mom… you become a new kind of woman.  a woman with a new role to take on and conquer… 

while continuing to do everything we were doing before we birthed said child.

i know some amazing MEN out there.  i really do.  and i applaud them because they humble themselves while still owning their manhood.  and that’s desirable, attractive, hot.  ownership with humility is hot.
and women… i write this to us because i’m just in the mood to lift us up and honor all that we do.  all of it.  
what we do, and what we want to do, and what we just can’t get done because there aren’t enough hours in the day.  
we are the stronger sex because we fight.  we fight for ourselves, we fight for each other, we fight for our children.

who’s fighting for us?
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exploring love

Published May 17, 2009 | By Nicole


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shit

Published May 15, 2009 | By Nicole

apparently shit really does happen.  yesterday i posted about my current mental state, and today… well, let’s just say it hasn’t improved.

granted, we got 10 hours of sleep last night.  1-0… double digits my friends.  YES!  much needed, much appreciated, uninterrupted snooze-time.  it was fantastic.  i had been so friggin tired yesterday that by the time 7:30 rolled around, i looked at paul and said, “in 30 minutes, i will be in bed.  i may still be working, but i will be horizontal.”
so that’s what i did.  i took my little pinot with me (the mac book, not the wine) and got under the covers.  that lasted for all of 20 minutes.  a little “i miss you” phone call with my mom took place, because now that i have a child, leaving my mother cannot happen without tears-a-plenty.  

i miss her like the deserts miss the rain because i now know that not only does she miss me when i leave, but she misses my child… and i miss my child during the short amount of time that he sleeps, so i can only imagine how she feels when we go to the airport.

so back to the shit… my kooky self woke up this morning to a steamy mug of coffee on my nightstand thanks to paul who was taking care of the magoo.  paul feeds him his morning bottle, walks out into the hallway and from our bedroom at the back of the apartment the following conversation takes place between us…
paul: “OH. MY. GOD.”

me: “what? is jackson puking?”

paul: “THE. DOG. SHIT. EVERYWHERE.”

me: “WHAT?!?!  ARE YOU KIDDING?!?!?”

paul: “i shit you not.”

i leave my mug of joe on the nightstand, rub the crusts out of my eyes, and step out into the hallway.  what was the delicious aroma of a steaming cup of coffee is instantly replaced by steaming hot dog shit… in the dining room, on the rug, around the dining room table, trailing into the kitchen, near the refrigerator, and over to the dishwasher.
and this isn’t just “normal” dog shit, my friends.  red is an 85 lb labrador.  he doesn’t shit normal shits.
last weekend, while i was in atlanta, paul had a recruiting trip in arizona.  a friend of his took red for the weekend.  he has a lab himself, they would get along, play, whatever.  when paul went to pick up red last sunday, his friend said that our dog shits more than any dog he has ever seen.
yeah, we know.
so i take a plastic grocery bag and insert my two hands, because it takes both of them to pick up the shit that our dog expels from his body.  paul and i then proceed to disinfect both the dining room, the kitchen, and the spaces between, knowing that jackson’s new favorite place to play is under the dining room table.  
our dining room chairs are now laid horizontal on the floor in the hopes of blocking jackson from playing in his new favorite spot.  the kitchen has been gated off, and we are trying to air-out our apartment of the current shit odor that it now possesses.  
awesome.

i can’t blame the dog.  poor red had to go…  and when ya gotta go, ya gotta go.  
i guess that’s the price you pay when you get 10 hours of uninterrupted sleep… shit really does happen.
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a lil kooky

Published May 14, 2009 | By Nicole

anytime paul leaves to go anywhere, whether he has left the country on deployment or just gone downtown to a concert, his mother has told him to “watch out for the kooks.”  always.  it never fails.  she still does it to this day.  

and i giggle to myself each time she does it…  because i am the kook.

i love my mother-in-law; and it has just recently come to my attention that she doesn’t realize that i am the kook in paul’s life.  (all hell will break loose when she reads this post.)  
yup.  me.  i’m the kook.  
and on days like today, when i am beat-down-exhausted after spending a week of awesomeness in atlanta… seeing family, meeting friends, celebrating my brother’s college graduation, my birthday, and mother’s day with my gramma (talk about a KOOK)… i get a little “wack-a-doo,” to borrow a brilliant phrase from a favorite college professor.
i digress…
i’ve searched my apartment for my friggin camera chord to upload awesome photos from my last week and write this spectacular post about multiple celebrations, la, la, la…  (and don’t get me wrong, that post will come in due time), but i can’t find my f-ing chord.  the chord is needed, and i can’t find it.  i know i packed it because i put it with my phone charger chord, my mac book chord, and all the other gadgetry chords i needed… i know i did.  
didn’t i?

but instead, today i write a kooky post about nothing.  i say kooky things that make people spit out their water at their computer desk because they read my facebook page where i discuss the migraine that jackson’s screams are inducing in my head.  i get comments and thank yous for reversing people’s biological clocks, and respond with kooky banter about how hanging out at our house while jackson is getting molars is a more effective form of birth control than the pill.
so you’ll just have to excuse me today… cuz i’m a lil kooky.  my wonderful husband cleaned our apartment before jackson and i arrived home yesterday and now it’s a mess of toys, cheez its, sippy cups, laundry… an unmade bed (my pet peeve) and all. 
shit, did i even brush my teeth today?
   
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feed me more!

Published May 11, 2009 | By Nicole

good morning from atlanta! i’m briefly posting this from my parent’s house, as my mom and i are attempting to introduce more foods and “beef up” the magoo… jackson is getting his 1st year molars right now, and is not interested in eating much of anything. feeding him has been a struggle, which then leads to middle-of-the-night bottle feeds because he’s up and hungry.

(ugh! it SUCKS being up in the night to feed a friggin 1 year old… who does that?!)

anyway, 2 weeks ago i posted about this topic and got some terrific responses via comments and email. thank you so much for the input you shared, and thank you also to those of you who said “shit, i don’t know what to do either…”

so here’s a blog post i found that i’m going to check out and use as a guide with jackson, and i would encourage you to do the same (unless of course you have a child who eats… in which case, pay no attention to me).

thank you to the mom who writes this blog and posted this “sample one day menu for a one year old.” this helps me in more ways than you can imagine!

in other news, jackson and i head back to annapolis on wednesday and i’ll resume regular blogging at that time. awesome things have been happening for My Bottle’s Up! including a new design which will be relaunched (hopefully) in the very near future… stay tuned!

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