Monthly Archives: November 2009

fighting friggin friday

so apparently turkey day is like this coming thursday. i can’t even say “next thursday” anymore, because as of yesterday, turkey day is now LESS than a week a way.

i’m not ready. it’s ok. we’re having magoo’s auntie amy and uncle steveo over and it’ll be great.

but i don’t cook… well. at all.

meh. we’ll see what happens. the good friends are all my tunnel vision is focused on at the moment.

good friends are needed in so many places right now, like here.

friend, acquaintance, whatever… please keep this family in your thoughts, prayers, mind… they need it all… and they deserve it all. this family is a family of warriors, not just fighters… warriors.

warriors… vampires… i get a hot date with my hot hub tomorrow night to go see hot vampires (yes, i’m talking about New Moon)… and yes, i’m all hot and bothered by it all… but i love it. a date! like a real date… out in public.

most of the time our dates consist of sitting on the couch and watching Top Chef while drinking good beer. and i love that too. but it’ll be nice to wear makeup and go OUT somewhere.

i haven’t worn makeup in over 9 days. like none. not even under-eye concealer.

meh.

i need to spend time this weekend writing and working on the book. it’s both a daunting and awesome task.

my new ink is itching at the moment. need to lube that up with some lotion. peeling is done, which is great, so technically it’s healed… but such new skin needs lube.

hahaha… “lube.” *snort*

i miss my family. i don’t like thinking of not having turkey with them next week. i do not like that at all. i do not, would not like it sam i am. (magoo is reading dr. seuss right now.)

magoo is still obsessed with red’s dog hair and finding it in all corners of the apartment… the apartment that currently has 6 cracks in the master bedroom, bathroom and closet that leak with each drop of rain we get. but this has been going on for 3 weeks now, so we’re used to the whole “move the furniture, place buckets and towels” thing.

back to the dog hair… at least now the magoo will take his treasured dog hair and dust bunnies and place them in the garbage can, like we’ve worked so hard to teach him… sometimes… other times, he runs away with said dog hair and tries to eat it.

gross.

speaking of gross, i gotta go… poop.

happy fighting friggin friday. hug your loves… tight.

“the view” and i have issues

honestly??!?!?!

did you guys not take to heart how people responded to whoopi’s “rape rape” comment before????

let me remind you…….

how low are you willing to stoop ABC????

with the original roman polanski account, i took issue with whoopi. i had a twitter discussion with sherri shepherd and while i refuse to (and will never) watch the show again, this clip was brought to my attention by another rape survivor advocate.

and barbara walters… wow!!! how quick you were to move to the question regarding vergara’s teenage son and how he deals with having a “hot mom.” well done. (heavy sarcasm) because clearly THAT is the issue at hand… having a young, hot mom. (again, heavy sarcasm)

so again, ABC, i ask… how low are you willing to go???

to laugh, to belittle, to move on to the next question as soon as possible… thereby taking us RAPE survivors and causing us to shake our heads, widen our eyes and think “are you fucking kidding me?

imdb.com is also taking a look into sofia vergara’s “rape joke.”

*UPDATED 2:29 EST*
Sherri Shepherd of “The View” was kind enough to once again respond to the link I tweeted her this morning regarding my post above and the clip from yesterday. Sherri, thank you again for your response… but I’m still done with the show. Nothing personal.


And PS: Why wasn’t this addressed today on the show???

And PPS: Mucho gracias to @culturalsavage for help getting the screen shots.

anissa

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i don’t “know” you in the sense that so many others do. i haven’t shared incredible, memorable moments with you like so many have.

we once swapped emails when you published a post of mine on the aiminglow site. and i remember being so stoked about it, about getting emails from you… knowing how loved you are by so many, how many lives you have touched with your hilarious and generous heart.

i am praying for you, your family, your husband, your 3 beautiful children, and for your young, vivacious self to recover from this stroke.

for information on anissa, please check the aiminglow website.

things i wish i knew before i had a baby (post-baby-bod version)

i thought of this post while sitting on the toilet last night. fear not, it was only a # 1 and not a #2. nevertheless, i was on the pot, taking my last pee time before turning in for bed, when i did something that prompted this post.

i bent in half to finish peeing.

there, i said it. i put my head to my knees, while sitting on the toilet and bent my upper body in 1/2 in order to fully empty my bladder. usually this keeps me from getting up in the middle of the night to pee, but not always. i do this all the time… the bend in half thing. i’ve done this for the last (almost) 19 months since the magoo.

and so doing this, once again, last night, got me thinking…

in terms of body-issues, vanity, bodily functions (basically leaving the emotions and gushy unconditional love stuff out of the equation), what do you wish you had known before you had a baby???

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i asked my mother, my sage, about this very thing a few months ago… the pee thing. we were in a restaurant, and both of us had gone to “powder our noses” at the same time. while in my stall and mom in her’s, knowing hoping no one else was in the restroom with us, i asked her point blank, as i bent my upper body in half.

“do you have to bend in half to totally pee??? like… TOTALLY pee…”

she laughed in the stall next to me, flushed and said, “yup, that’s whatcha do after you have kids. sorry to say.”

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thinking about the fact that i have to now bend my upper body in half while sitting on the throne of glory in order to fully empty my bladder, led me to consider other bodyish thoughts… and i realized there are TONS of things i wish i had known about my body, and what would happen to it, as a result of having a baby.

****WARNING: some of the information below may be considered TMI; however, i’m assuming those of you who are already parents, regardless of whether you are the mother or the father, are well-versed in this stuff… those of you who are parents-to-be, well… you may want to close your browsers if you’d rather just figure things out on your own. lastly, dads, please feel free to jump in with thoughts, wishes of your own.****

now for me, i obviously wish i had known that i would have to bend in half for the rest of my adult life in order to fully empty my bladder.

i wish i had known that regardless of how long a mother nurses her child (should you choose to be a nursing mother), the saggy post-nursing boobs you gain will cause this ring of sweat underneath your boobs that always makes me feel like i need to wear a sports bra to absorb the excess sweat. this also means that i constantly occasionally battle the saggy post-nursing boobs pimples due to the sweat.

i wish i had known that regardless of whether you have a vaginal delivery or a c-section, your belly will NEVER be what it once was, unless you have eleventy-and-ten dollars to spend on a personal trainer and chef. (and chances are, if you find your new family with additional funds at the end of each month, those monies will most likely NOT be spent on a personal trainer nor a chef, but on diapers and wipes and diaper genie liner refills.)

i wish i had known that i will always have (what i call) my “belly-on-belly”… this is the upper portion of my belly that includes my belly button and then folds where my c-section scar is and poofs out below, thereby creating the lower belly. though i am a size 6-8 (a 6 on VERY good days that consist of me eating VERY little due to running around with the magoo and forgetting to eat) and i stand 5 ft 9 in tall, i will always have the “belly-on-belly.”

i can’t speak for those who have blasted babies out of their vag because the 9 lb 6 oz magoo was cut and delivered out of my abdomen, but i fully encourage those of you who have delivered vaginally to explicity share TMI details for all to benefit from.

i, for one, am very interested to hear about vaginal deliveries and the aftermath of your body (ok, your vag) should our next child be a vbac baby (vaginal birth after cesarian).

****NOTE: this is in NO way meant to imply that we are even CONSIDERING getting pregnant with our second ANY time soon. the question is posed to simply serve the purpose of conversation and sharing of experiences. (sorry mom.)****

to continue… i wish i had known that my post-baby body would require so much caffeine to get through the day that the amount of money our family spends on coffee, sugar and coffee creamer would equal the amount that we spend on diapers.

i wish i had known what partially digested hypoallergenic formula smelled like and felt like when regergitated on my body repeatedly; especially when i found said partially digested hypoallergenic formula down my shirt, my sports bra, dried and crusted on my neck, and occasionally in my hair. (it should go without saying that i also wish i knew how much that formula would cost.)

alright… that’s what i’ve got so far… and now i have to go run after the magoo…

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so play the vanity game along with me and share what you wish you had known before you had a baby (post-baby-bod version.) the more explicit, the better!!!

a vast perspective and treasures

where are you going, sweet boy?

once a newborn.. an infant… a baby… a toddler…

little man.

what do you see, sweet boy?

the swings… the kids… the clouds…

the world.

what do you treasure, sweet boy?

the trees… the leaves… the slide…

the adventures.

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