Monthly Archives: May 2011

don’t forget to pack the tampons

in honor of jackson’s preschool 2 year old program being done, paul and i are leaving for my (belated) birthday vacation.

it is all about us, ya know. you didn’t know that?

well, it is. so, now you know.

you’re welcome.

when your kid finishes school and is out for summer break, the parents go on vacation.

i’m pretty sure this is written in the 10 commandments. in fact, it may be commandment number 6, but it’s been years since i was in catholic school, so don’t quote me.

i plan on sleeping a lot… and waking up to the sweet scent of rum, and the sound of steel drums playing and waves crashing onto the sand.

i plan on reading. books. real ones. and more than just one book. bookS.

and taking a bath in an enormous tub filled with soapy bubbles.

i plan on lounging in a chair, on a bed, in the sand, on a pool deck. and it won’t take us being there for 15 minutes before the freckles pop out across my nose and cheeks, reaching to embrace the sun.

i plan on eating an omelette with massive amounts of gooey cheese oozing across my plate, inching dangerously close to the strawberries, mango, and blood oranges that accompany it.

and of course, mother nature is planning on cursing me with her presence.

because that is the kind of luck i have.

10 ways i have failed at potty training

let it be known, my son turned 3 last month. also, i’m a lazy ass, and found comfort in diapering my kid. why? i refer you back to LAZY ASS.

it’s hard to potty train a kid. there are methods and theories and shit and before you know it, stuff is jumbled and contradicting one another and you don’t know what the hell to do, and all of a sudden, your kid is running circles around the dining room table, absolutely naked, because YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO.

so… as i am in the SPANKIN MIDDLE of this potty training thing (because dammit if i have to spend more money at target on diapers and not on self-tanning lotion or sunglasses), i thought i would share 10 ways i have failed, so you don’t have to.

you’re welcome.

1. don’t miss the window of opportunity: in other words, when your kiddo starts doing the pee pee dance, embrace the toilet. make the introduction. encourage the use of the toilet. (translation: DON’T BE A LAZY ASS.)

2. pull-ups are diapers: and a waste of (target) money.

3. the “big kid” theory only goes so far: reassuring your kiddo that “big kids pee in the potty” doesn’t always fly, because you *may* have a smart ass like my kid who then asks for his diaper back “if he grows down” in lieu of growing up.

4. two M&Ms aren’t worth a shit: literally. i read something that suggested using 1 M&M as a victory treat for pee and 2 M&Ms for poop would encourage toilet training. our kid’s toilet equation is something along the lines of 1 drip of urine = 1 M&M (technically correct but entirely missing the point) and 1 shart = 2 M&Ms (i mean, it is poop after all… WRONG!!!)

5. when you have a boy, have a trusted male figure teach your son how to hold his business: this will keep your son from pinching his business in the hopes of obtaining 1 M&M.

6. if/when you have a girl… i don’t know: look elsewhere, or check back here in a few years.

7. flushing *can* be a privilege: it is not possible for me go to the bathroom without my son following me, giving me toilet tissue, and then BEGGING to flush the toilet. “no no,” i say… NO NO… he can flush his own damn toilet when his own shit is in it. (bribery at its finest.)

8. “targets” are not always on the money: if you have a boy and toss cheerios into the potty to use as a target for his weapon, keep in mind that your boy may look for other “targets” to toss in. good times.

9. training potties are the equivalent of that red plastic cup you had at keg parties: as soon as you pop your kiddo on the cushioned, kiddie-friendly, BIG POTTY SEAT, the plastic mini toilet that you spent $35 on will cease to exist. again, waste of (target) money.

10. privacy while pooping is GOLDEN: you don’t like to shit while conversing with others, do you? nuff said. find a way to give them that moment to themselves. i suggest reading materials, an iphone, or any thing else you would want to spend 20 minutes educating yourself with.

full disclaimer: my husband helped me in the creation of this list. we were not compensated in any form or fashion and all opinions are of our own. this post has nothing to do with target. we just shop there a lot. also, we are not “parenting experts,” or “potty-training experts,” or an “expert” of anything at all. we simply have a kid who took his first dump in the toilet last night, so we took a moment to reflect on that GREAT ACCOMPLISHMENT.

i have swim suit confidence… and cookies

also, i don’t mind making a complete fool of myself, especially when snacks are involved.

what? is there something on my face?

a little while ago, a bunch of bloggers were contacted by lands’ end who had partnered up with the ladies of curvy girl guide for a fantastic campaign.

this week marks national swim suit confidence week, and i am honored to be a part of it and spread the message that confidence is beautiful, no matter your size… even in a swim suit.

do i look like i’m joking with you?

today, may 23rd, kicks off this week with us posting about the campaign on our blogs, as well as asking you, our loyal readers, to join us in participating by adding a picture of yourself, swim suit clad, on the facebook page of lands’ end.

can someone hand me the remote?

what was i saying? oh yeah, in addition to joining us on facebook, you can participate on twitter by following the hashtag #landsend and keeping up to date by the minute on some stylin giveaways as well as gaining some swim suit tips. BONUS!

in the near future, paul and i are headed for a little vacay to an undisclosed location of beachy awesomeness. i dreaded the bathing suit purchasing and put it off FOR-EV-ER, until i learned of lands’ end 2011 swim wear collection… uber flattering, tons of options, a range of sizes, and quite literally something for everyone.

so i bought one. i bought the black one pictured above (you can also find it by clicking here).

i’ve been a one piece bathing suit wearer since jackson was born 3 years ago, and after birthing a kiddo who weighed well over 9 lbs, i don’t see myself ever going back to a bikini. in fact, i may just have a bikini bonfire to solidify that.

the seaside sheath one piece bathing suit actually looks like it’s a two piece thanks to the multitude of scrunching and ruffling and gathering of material in all the right places.

i personally love that i can tug on it just a bit and it’ll adjust to cover my cheese-thigh-hips (you know, the stuff that’s below your hips but above your thighs in that odd middle of no where portion of your leg). well, screw you if you don’t and if you do, you’re nodding your head with me and saying “FINALLY” because THIS SUIT COVERS THAT.

I KNOW, RIGHT?!?!

fast forward a few weeks and i learned about national swim suit confidence week and was asked if i wanted to participate in it. HELLS YES! where do i sign? this time, i chose a two piece (NOT A BIKINI) but a top and shorts… ya know, switch things up a bit.

shh… my favorite part is coming up.

the beach living geo print bandeau tank swim suit top was just what i was looking for… something with removable straps, cute pattern, little ties on the sides to add a touch of femininity. perfect, done!

oh wait, i needed bottoms. i scoped out the choices and holy smokes are there a lot… the typical bikini bottom is always an option, in addition to the skirts, board shorts, skorts, ruffled swiminis (no i did not make that up) and what i settled on, the beach living 3″ swim shorts WITH TUMMY CONTROL. need i say more? since having a kiddo, those three words are music to my ears.

and there ya have it, folks… i am beach ready, but more importantly, i am swim suit confident, thanks to lands’ end.

now paul and i can go away on vacation, eat island food we’ve never heard of and drink as many coconut concoctions as possible… all while feeling fantastic in my swimwear.

::BURP::

join national swimsuit confidence week, get the twibbon and display the “I have swimsuit confidence!” twibbon on your twitter profile photo.

FULL DISCLOSURE: i purchased the first bathing suit and was given the second one by lands’ end for purposes of this campaign. all opinions are of my own.

this one is for ME, papa johns… ME! (ok and you)

after just downing two slices of pepperoni, it dawned on me that i should wrangle up a post about next week.

hold on one second…

::BURP::

ok, so, next week happens to be NATIONAL SWIM SUIT CONFIDENCE WEEK. (click that link to get all the sexy deets.)

lands’ end has partnered up with the mighty fine ladies over at curvy girl guide to kick off this badass campaign, and i’m stoked just to be a part of it.

on may 23, a bunch of us bloggers will be posting photos of ourselves in some lovely lands’ end swimwear from their 2011 collection. YOU, yes… you (even YOU) can join in on the fun and upload your own photo to the lands’ end facebook fan page.

in addition to that righteousness… we are also…

Taking Swimsuit Confidence to Twitter

As part of National Swimsuit Confidence Week, Lands’ End and Curvy Girl Guide will take the campaign to Twitter, hosting a Swimsuit Confidence Power Hour. Each day, May 23 – 27, 2011, Twitter followers can join in at #landsend from noon until 1:00 p.m. CDT, where they will find swimsuit fit tips, inspiration from real women and swimsuit giveaways.

“Our mission is to show women you don’t have to look like a model to be confident,” said Brittany Gibbons, founder, Curvy Girl Guide. ”We want to inspire all women to be confident in their skin – and swimsuit – they are in, and we are thrilled to be a part of National Swimsuit Confidence Week with Lands’ End.”

so, get excited ya’ll because it’s goina get HOT up in this piece next week.

don’t worry, it’s a one piece… i’m not THAT ballsy.

but, i can guarantee ya that when paul is taking photos of me this weekend, in my bathing suit glory, i’ll be rocking out to this sweet tune-ige… BOOM. SHAKA. LAKA.

sometimes you won’t know your own triggers

my name is nic, and i have post traumatic stress disorder.

i couldn’t watch 127 hours. i tried. but i didn’t even make it 45 minutes into the film before i had a full blown panic attack and asked my husband to turn it off and place the DVD back into the netflix envelope.

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years ago, when i worked as a rape victim advocate for the state of florida, my boss at the time (and fellow survivor) told me, “sometimes you won’t know what it is that triggers you.

since i was raped, there have been the “obvious” triggers that a rape survivor suffering from PTSD may experience. these include but are not limited to an unending list of things, ranging from the sound of ones voice, to the touch of another human being, to the color of a shirt.

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my boss was right. it’s been over 10 years since i was raped and a little over a month ago, i found myself in the midst of a moment filled with panic, anxiety, rage, and uncontrollable emotion… because i watched a movie where the main character had zero control over what was happening to him, and i could relate all too well.

my name is nic, and i have post traumatic stress disorder.

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may is National Mental Health Month. if you find yourself feeling alone, like you are the only one who thinks the way you think or feels the way you feel, please head over to Band Back Together. you’re not alone… not by a long shot.

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