tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52511448121064685412024-03-13T12:50:25.218-04:00Mama MareenzMy ridiculous lifeAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17385049133870768911noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251144812106468541.post-61863423060709378342015-01-18T21:43:00.004-05:002015-01-18T21:43:59.812-05:0027 weeksI had a major realization the other day. The baby had an unusually quiet day. He let me sleep through the night with no jabs or kicks, and didn't move all day (even after I panicked and drank a large hot chocolate, a few cookies and and a bowl of fruity pebbles to see if they sugar would help- in retrospect, I may have over did that part...). Needless to say, I was in a panic. Like any first time mom, I called my midwife three times and paced around my house shaking my belly and calling my mom over and over to ask what she thought. Everyone assured me he was probably fine and just needed a rest day. I sat on my bed crying "But what if something's wrong??". Just then, KICK, JAB, ROLL, FLIP. The kid was back to his usual routine. He was totally fine. Just needed a rest day. <i>sigh.</i><br />
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Before, I thought excessive worrying/thinking about how my baby was doing/feeling/thinking all day and night was just a part of pregnancy- but at that moment I realized I will be absolutely, completely consumed with every aspect of this child's being for the rest of my life. My sole purpose is now worrying and making sure this kid is okay. It's not even something I had to learn, or train myself to do. It's so engrained in being a mom your brain just flips a switch when you get pregnant and you can't help but be consumed by your baby. It sounds really obvious, but I can't begin to explain how intense it is. I am kind of in awe of how much I feel for my son, and he's not even born yet- I am actually afraid of how much I am going to feel for him when we meet. My heart might explode. <br />
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Now I totally get why my parents call to check in a million times. I get why they made me wear a helmet and wouldn't let me do a flip off the diving board. Why they asked me "Where are you going? Who will be there? When will you be back?". I don't understand how they ever let me get in a car, or go away to college. They worry not because they're annoying human beings put on this earth to ruin all of my fun, but because they are built to. And now I love them even more for it.<br />
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Needless to say, the whole 'this pregnancy thing is going to end with a baby' is becoming more apparent. We started pregnancy classes at the hospital, toured the maternity floor and started his nursery. We have less than 3 months until our baby boy is here- and I'm starting to get antsy. Sometimes I just hang out in his nursery, just because. Is that weird? A few weeks ago I was really into "enjoying every moment of pregnancy and not rushing the process", but now I'm just like "APRIL HURRY UP AND GET HERE, I NEED TO HOLD MY SON".<br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><b style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;"><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat repeat;">How far along? </span></b><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 19px;">27 weeks. LAST WEEK OF THE SECOND TRIMESTER! I can't believe how fast the second trimester went. Probably because I actually felt like a human being again for most of it. </span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><b style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;"><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat repeat;">Total weight gain/loss: </span></b><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;"><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat repeat;">+5 pounds! </span></span><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 19px;"></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #353535; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;"><b style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat repeat;">Maternity clothes?</span></b><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%;"><span style="color: #444444;"> I really need a maternity coat. My regular coat no longer zips over the bump. </span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><b style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;">Stretch marks? </b><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 19px;">None. </span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;"><b>Best moment this week: </b>Hearing baby's heartbeat at my appointment a few weeks ago. It's gotten so loud and strong. Also, whenever he hiccups- cutest thing in the world. </span><br /><b style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;"><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat repeat;">Miss Anything?</span></b><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 19px;"> Hot yoga. Back sleeping. I'm considering caving on the runny eggs. Would it make me the worst mom in the world? </span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><b style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;">Movement: </b><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;">I definitely felt a defined foot the other night. He pressed it up for long enough I was able to really run my fingers over it for awhile and it was definitely a little foot. I squealed an actual squeal. MY BABY HAS A FOOT, OMG HOW CUTE. </span><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 19px;"></span></span><br /><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;"><b>Food cravings:</b></span><span style="color: #353535; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 19px;"> So much grapefruit in this house. I also found Cara Cara oranges at Trader Joe's, which are MY FAVORITE. No complaints, could be way unhealthier cravings. </span></span><br /><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;"><b>Anything making you queasy or sick:</b></span><span style="color: #353535; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 19px;"> NOPE! :) </span></span><br /><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;"><b>Have you started to show yet: </b></span><span style="color: #353535; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 19px;">Oh yes. </span></span><br /><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;"><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat repeat;"><b>Labor Signs: </b></span></span><span style="color: #353535; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 19px;">No. </span></span><br /><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;"><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat repeat;"><b>Belly Button in or out?</b></span></span><span style="color: #353535; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 19px;"> I can't even with my belly button. It is definitely permanently disfigured. Is post pregnancy belly button reconstructive surgery a thing? </span></span><br /><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;"><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat repeat;"><b>Happy or Moody most of the time: </b>Happy with a lot of random crying while I'm awake. According to Kyle, I'm a beast when I'm sleeping- apparently, I threw a dog off the bed the other night (he's fine.....)</span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;"><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat repeat;"><b>Looking forward to: </b></span></span></span>I'm super excited about birth classes. I have no idea why. Just let me be excited about it. <br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;"><span style="color: #444444;"><b>Ge</b></span><b>nder:</b> Still a boy...</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;"><b><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat repeat;">Favorite Development this week:</span></b></span><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; color: #353535; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;"> </span><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 19px;">He's dreaming now! </span></span></span><br />
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<br /><br />SEE YA IN THE THIRD TRIMESTER!!!! <br />
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<span style="color: #353535; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 19px;">Little guy is a total maniac and I'm obsessed with him. If it weren't normal and expected for mothers to be absolutely, loony-tunes in love with their kids I would say it was borderline weird how much I love him already. Before, his due date was so far away I was okay waiting, but the closer it gets the more inpatient I become. I keep coming with all of these "time warp" countdowns like, "January doesn't really count because it always goes by so fast, and February is a short month anyways and he's basically HERE in March, so we REALLY only have like 4 weeks left...". It seems to be holding me over for now, but I have no idea how I am going to wait until April. Luckily, we started the nursery, so that should keep me preoccupied for some time. </span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><br /><b style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;"><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat repeat;">How far along? </span></b><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 19px;">24 weeks. This trimester has gone by so quickly, and overall, I've really enjoyed it. </span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><b style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;"><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat repeat;">Total weight gain/loss:</span></b><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 19px;"> WE'VE OFFICIALLY GAINED 4 POUNDS THIS PREGNANCY!! Which is VERY exciting. Weight has been funny for me- I was stuck at 118 pounds for awhile and realized that I no amount of fruits and veggies and greek yogurt was helping me gain weight. I'm generally just not hungry enough to eat as much as I need to, so I decided I needed some help from some junk food to put on some weight- eating extra servings of dessert and switching to whole milk has been so awful (not). We're now gaining weight steadily which is also strange to process- as much as you know it's good for you and the baby, gaining a pound or two a week is a difficult concept to wrap your head around. I am happy to have my bump AND I'm starting to grow my butt back WOOHOO! </span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #353535; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;"><b style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat repeat;">Maternity clothes?</span></b><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%;"><span style="color: #444444;"> I put on a non-maternity t shirt this week and my 4 or 5 inches of my belly stuck out at the bottom. I found it extremely amusing. </span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><b style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;">Stretch marks? </b><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 19px;">We're still in the clear!!! I do have a few scratches on my belly that randomly appeared, I think from running into things with this huge bump all the time (sorry, baby). </span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;"><b>Best moment this week: </b>All this movement. I love feeling him in there and I get lonely when he goes to sleep. WAKE UP AND PLAY WITH ME! </span><br /><b style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;"><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat repeat;">Miss Anything?</span></b><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 19px;"> (still) Hot yoga and runny eggs. BACK SLEEPING. Can I just keep this the same until I deliver and then I'll post a whole glorious post, about my first experience of runny eggs and hot yoga. 16 WEEKS LEFT OMG.</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><b style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;">Movement: </b><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 19px;">He's getting big enough that I can ALMOST distinguish body parts in his movements. I can definitely feel his butt and back when he curls up and that is amazing. He balls up on my left side a lot when I sleep and I "hold him" in my hand and it is the most amazing thing in the whole world. </span></span><br /><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;"><b>Food cravings:</b></span><span style="color: #353535; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 19px;"> Citrus. I really, really, really love grapefruit. And sweets. </span></span><br /><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;"><b>Anything making you queasy or sick:</b></span><span style="color: #353535; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 19px;"> Some more prominent nausea over the last few weeks that comes and goes, but this may be related to some possible gallbladder issues I'm having (I have a theory the kids bored in there so he's trying to mess with all of my organs one by one). As long as I can keep eating, no complaints.</span></span><br /><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;"><b>Have you started to show yet: </b></span><span style="color: #353535; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 19px;">I love my bump. While I was Christmas shopping I had my first strangers point out my pregnant belly, which was actually really fun. It becomes a lot more real when other people can tell you are expecting a child and not just a little chubby from the holidays.</span></span><br /><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;"><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat repeat;"><b>Labor Signs: </b></span></span><span style="color: #353535; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 19px;">No, but lots of braxton hicks. So if you see me and I'm not drinking water, yell at me!! </span></span><br /><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;"><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat repeat;"><b>Belly Button in or out?</b></span></span><span style="color: #353535; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 19px;"> It's still just stretched. In fact, it's so stretched I feel like it's just going to pop open. </span></span><br /><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;"><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat repeat;"><b>Happy or Moody most of the time: </b>I cry a lot lately. Over really ridiculous things. </span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;"><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat repeat;"><b>Looking forward to: </b></span></span><span style="color: #353535; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 19px;">I really want to kiss his toes. Toes, specifically. His little feet keep kicking me and I want to kiss them. So I'm excited for his arrival in April so I can kiss his little toes. Being a mom makes you so weird. </span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;"><span style="color: #444444;"><b>Ge</b></span><b>nder:</b> Hopefully he's still a boy in there...</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #353535; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;"><span style="color: #444444;"><b><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat repeat;">Wedding rings on or off?</span></b><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat repeat;"> Still on.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;"><b><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat repeat;">Favorite Development this week:</span></b></span><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; color: #353535; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;"> </span><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 19px;">Baby is really just getting fatter and smarter in there these days. </span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #353535; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;"><span style="color: #444444;"><br /></span><span style="color: #444444;">I can't believe we only have 3 and a half months left!! </span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17385049133870768911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251144812106468541.post-52947197576201839062014-12-04T15:22:00.000-05:002014-12-04T18:11:13.843-05:0021 weeks (already?!)<div><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">**we had to skip a few weeks to help me keep the gender a secret until our reveal on thanksgiving!! </span></div><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><div><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br></span></div>Kyle and I were laying in bed last night, our little baby boy being particularly rowdy practicing his flips, rolls and dives in my belly. "You know, the nursery is really far. I don't know if he should sleep in there all alone" I said. (The nursery is directly next to our bedroom, maybe 4 steps away from where I sleep). "Okay," Kyle said, "well he's going to sleep in here when we first bring him home anyway".</span><br>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">"Well obviously, but I mean like, I don't know if he should sleep in his own room like ever, maybe we should just knock the wall down and make it one big room and we can all share it" I answered. Kyle didn't have much else to add to that conversation. </span><br>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br>Needless to say I'm getting pretty comfortable with baby boy in my belly. He's nice and close, where I can keep him safe, and he's so warm and cozy in there, and I think he likes listening to my voice all day. I'm okay with him coming out of me, but I think I might take "attachment parenting" to a whole new level. I mean, the kid can fit in one of those ergobaby carriers until he's like 4 right? And maybe I can home school. And he definitely doesn't have to go away to college, right? Right????</span><br>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-o5EVOcjvu0U/VIDqDbQeHYI/AAAAAAAAANs/1WJjbMisVm4/s640/blogger-image-234652638.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-o5EVOcjvu0U/VIDqDbQeHYI/AAAAAAAAANs/1WJjbMisVm4/s640/blogger-image-234652638.jpg"></a></div><br>I am so very in love with him already. I never thought I'd enjoy sharing my body with another tiny person so much, but honestly it's the most amazing experience ever. He is SO, SO very active. I love feeling his little kicks and jabs all day (and night). It's incredible how his little flutters have become these strong, defined movements- and it's still so early. Although, if he continues to gain strength at this pace I have a feeling his kicks and jabs will become less pleasant, especially when he kicks my bladder. I feel like we're buddies already, and the more I feel his movements the more I learn his "personality" and I absolutely love getting to know him. A few things I've learned about my son so far:</span><br>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">-He really likes when I eat puppy chow. LOTS of puppy chow (maybe I just tell myself this because I really, really like puppy chow). I suppose he could just be hopped up on sugar after the puppy chow, but for now I'm taking the excessive kicking as a "Eat another bag, mom!"</span><br>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">- Sam Smith. Again, the excessive kicking during my singing could be taken as "OMG make her stop singing it's so horrible", but I am going to take it as "Mom, your voice is awesome, play Not The Only One Again, and this time SING IT LOUDER!!!" </span><br>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">- He likes to sleep on my left side, all rolled up in a little ball. It's absolutely adorable to feel him, but also very strange to actually feel/see a ball sticking out of the left side of my stomach.</span><br>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">-His daddy was talking to him with his face on my belly and used kind of an obnoxious silly voice and baby kicked Kyle in the ear. Totally something I would do, so I feel like we bonded over that.<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-JcemZb6MRTw/VIDqEMS442I/AAAAAAAAAN0/G6SJPy9lmbs/s640/blogger-image-1011608901.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-JcemZb6MRTw/VIDqEMS442I/AAAAAAAAAN0/G6SJPy9lmbs/s640/blogger-image-1011608901.jpg"></a></div><br><span style="color: #444444;"><b><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-color: white; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat repeat;">How far along? </span></b><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-color: white; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat repeat;">21 weeks</span></span><span style="color: #444444;"><b><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-color: white; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat repeat;">Total weight gain/loss:</span></b><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-color: white; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat repeat;"> Still down, but were getting really close to breaking even! </span></span><b style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-color: white; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat repeat;">Maternity clothes?</span></b><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-color: white; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%;"><span style="color: #444444;"> I love them and don't think I'll ever go back to normal people clothes. Ideally, I would not wear shirts/pants that cover my belly. I really feel like it needs to breathe and it's totally suffocated by clothing. If it were socially acceptable to wear crop tops while pregnant (apparently it's not...) I totally would. #freethebelly</span></span><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b>Stretch marks? </b></span>Not yet, hopefully not ever. </span><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b>Best moment this week: </b>Movements becoming regular. It's really nice having constant reminders he's okay in there. </span></span><br><span style="color: #444444;"><b><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-color: white; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat repeat;">Miss Anything?</span></b><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-color: white; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat repeat;"> (still) Hot yoga and runny eggs. </span></span><span style="color: #444444;"><b><span style="background-color: white;">Movement:</span></b></span> So much movement. He is supposed to be "asleep" 12-14 hours a day, but I don't think he stops moving enough for that to even be possible. The kid is a maniac.<br><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b>Food cravings:</b></span></span> I'm still in love with pizza and hot chocolate. But was there ever a time in my life when I wasn't in love with pizza and hot chocolate??<br><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b>Anything making you queasy or sick:</b></span></span> A little sick in the mornings again, but absolutely nothing to complain about.<br><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b>Have you started to show yet: </b></span></span>I've got a nice little bump for 21 weeks. My mom looked at me the other day and said "Oh god, you're going to be a WHALE!!!!" ....looking forward to that.<br><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-color: white; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat repeat;"><b>Labor Signs: </b></span></span>No. But I think I got my first braxton hicks the other night while decorating the tree. Definitely my fault for not drinking enough water that day.<br><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-color: white; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat repeat;"><b>Belly Button in or out?</b></span></span> My belly button is a scary place right now. Very stretched. It's actually just flat. Not a fan.<br><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-color: white; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat repeat;"><b>Happy or Moody most of the time: </b></span></span>Happy. Giddy and giggly even. Until I'm not. Then I cry a lot. Hormones, man. </span><br>
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My favorite part of this last week is how we are both starting to become more "aware" of each other. I am starting to feel much more of baby and baby is starting to hear me and react to it's surroundings. I think it's so incredible that we are able to bond with each other months before we get to meet. As much as I am wishing away the weeks so April can get here, I am realizing that this is super special time. I get to spend every moment with my child. We're so close that when I am happy, my baby can feel it, when I'm scared or sad, my baby can feel that, too. I will never get to share my feelings and experiences (and all of my bodily functions....) so closely with another human being as I do with my children, and that is really, really cool. I also realized that as soon as this baby comes out I am going to want to completely stop time from moving. I am going to dread watching my baby grow up. So instead of counting down anxiously until April, I am going to enjoy every second we have together during this time.<br />
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On another note, I look and feel like I ate 3 entire chipotle burritos (WITH guac) at all times. I am perplexed and petrified that this baby is going to get bigger. There is no more room for it to grow any bigger comfortably. Key word being comfortably. So I suppose I am just realizing it's going to keep growing and start getting pretty uncomfortable up in here.<br />
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit;"><b><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">Stretch marks? </span></b><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">Still good here. The itchy skin is still going strong. I am bathing in coconut oil but it doesn't seem to be helping. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"><b>Best moment this week: </b>SURPRISE PEEK AT BABY!!! </span></span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> My midwife was kind enough to give me a quick peek of baby at my appointment on my birthday (best birthday gift ever). I CANNOT believe how big baby has gotten since we saw it last (12 weeks). As usual, baby moved the entire time (flips, rolls, arms stretched, waves, hiccups) and very carefully hid its girl/boy parts from mom so I wouldn't even be tempted to find out the gender. It was incredible and I'm still giddy just thinking about it. I still can't believe there is a fully functioning little human in my belly. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #444444;"><b><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">Movement:</span></b> We knew baby was active from doppler and ultrasounds, and now mommy gets to FEEL how active my peanut is...all day and night. Baby even woke me up the other night with a nice kick?roll?punch? It's getting strong so fast *proud mom brag*. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"><b>Food cravings:</b></span> Pizza. All day. Every day.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"><b>Anything making you queasy or sick:</b></span> I didn't get sick ONCE this week!!! WOOHOO!!!! Car rides and mornings are still a little rough, but feeling sooooo much better!</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"><b>Have you started to show yet: </b></span>It's gaining momentum. I feel like if it keeps growing this fast I'm going to be a whale by April. </span><br /><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-color: white; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat repeat;"><b>Labor Signs: </b></span>None.</span><br /><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-color: white; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat repeat;"><b>Belly Button in or out?</b></span> Still in, but Kyle looked at it and said it's changing shapes. Also, the scar on my belly button is starting to stretch. It's not too pretty. </span><br /><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-color: white; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat repeat;"><b>Happy or Moody most of the time: </b></span>Complaining a lot, but very happy.</span><br /><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-color: white; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat repeat;"><b>Looking forward to: </b></span>Our anatomy scan next week! More baby watching time? Yes please. </span></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17385049133870768911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251144812106468541.post-42040747909445195532014-10-30T19:41:00.001-04:002014-10-30T19:41:42.478-04:0016 weeks!
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<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Tahoma;">So, here we go. I started taking belly photos at 4 weeks (not kidding, there was no belly, but I was a little over excited about the whole thing and got carried away), but once I got sick I had to stop. Since I'm trying to forget the trimester-that-shall-not-be-named, so I can maybe decide to get pregnant again one day, we're going to start from week 16. And never, ever talk about the horrible things that happened during the first few months of this pregnancy. It was like a top secret initiation into motherhood that only me and baby experienced and we'll never discuss it ever again. Soon, we'll forget it ever happened. </span></span></div>
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weight gain since last week, we’re catching up! </span><span style="font-family: Tahoma;"></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444;"><b><span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Tahoma;">Maternity clothes?</span></b><span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Tahoma;"> Pants no longer button. I’m caving and buying
a bellaband.</span><span style="font-family: Tahoma;"><br />
<b><span style="background: white;">Stretch marks? </span></b><span style="background: white;">No, but itchy, itchy skin on my stomach and lower
back. <br />
<b>Best moment this week:</b> I'm 83.5% sure I felt the baby move for the first
time this week. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It almost felt like a
little fish ran into me from the inside. It may have been gas, but it’s way
more fun to think it was baby. (It happened again tonight!) </span></span></span></div>
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would do terrible things for some sunny side up eggs. </span><span style="font-family: Tahoma;"><br />
<b><span style="background: white;">Movement:</span></b> <span style="background: white;">Possibly, but let’s just go with yes because who can prove me wrong??;)<br />
<b>Food cravings:</b> Food in general. Lots of it, please.<br />
<b>Anything making you queasy or sick: </b>Mornings and nights, teeth brushing,
car rides and various foods/smells. And the smell of hairspray. <br />
<b>Have you started to show yet: </b>Yes! I’m obsessed with my mini baby bump and
rub it and stare at it often. It’s still not as big as my
pre-pregnancy food baby bump, but we’re getting there.</span></span></span></div>
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“he”, but this week switched back to “she”. I think maybe because we finalized our girl name this week(!!!), so baby girls are on our minds. I want to pretend I have this
maternal sense and have a real feeling of what it is, but honestly I have no
idea. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><br />
<b>Labor Signs: </b>None.<br />
<b>Belly Button in or out?</b> Still in.</span><span style="font-family: Tahoma;"></span></span></div>
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of all the weight loss.<br />
<b>Happy or Moody most of the time: </b>I say happy, Kyle might say moody! <br />
<b>Looking forward to:</b> Movement! I have changed the lyrics of “do you wanna
build a snowman?” to “little baby please kick mommyyyyyyyy” and various other
pleas for the baby to kick me. Hasn’t worked yet, but I’m hoping the baby will
get annoyed by the constant tummy pokes and singing that it will start kicking
harder so I can really feel it. </span></span></div>
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week:</span></b><span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; font-family: Tahoma;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: #444444;">Baby’s hearing is starting to develop and he/she's able to hear my
voice! Kyle has used this new opportunity to hum loudly on my belly in case the baby can pick up the vibrations of his voice with it's newly developed ears. I say doubtful, but he can have his pretend hearing if I can have my pretend kicking. As long as we're both bonding with the baby, right?</span></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17385049133870768911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251144812106468541.post-20574701977523117272013-08-29T10:34:00.001-04:002013-08-29T10:34:18.838-04:00MS1 and Marriage Oooooooof, A LOT has been happening in a little, itty, bitty amount of time. Kyle started his first year of med school a few weeks ago AND we decided to get married the same week....are we nuts? Oh yes, yes we are. <br />
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As many of you know, Kyle and I weren't even dating a few months ago and now we're getting married. But fret not, we started dating in 2006, so it's not exactly a new relationship to us. So being the crazy kids that we are, we decided tackling a new city, Kyle starting medical school and myself changing careers wasn't enough for us, why not throw in a wedding, too? <br />
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So anywho, now we're planning a wedding, transforming from a baseball player to a doctor and a marketing director to a preschool teacher AND GETTING MARRIED!<br />
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Thought I would give my readers a little heads up that the blog might shift directions just a tad now that my life has flipped upside down. <br />
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Also- we're really, really ,really, really, really, really, REALLY POOR. Like Kyle-has-no-income-Marina's-pay-got-cut-in-half-and-we-already-owe-the-government-$50,000-in-student-loans POOR. So we may dabble in budgeting and frugal living posts as well. <br />
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Hope you're as excited for this ridiculous adventure as I am :) <br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17385049133870768911noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251144812106468541.post-3639721443234760942013-07-16T21:02:00.000-04:002013-07-17T00:18:54.766-04:00My first (and last) Trayvon Martin post.I threw a fit last night, called Kyle crying and ranted and ranted and ranted while he patiently listened. I had spent way too much time on the internet all day, and was sickened by humanity (this <i>always</i> happens when I spend too much time on the internet- it's like the stupid people watering hole.). I couldn't stop reading the things people were writing regarding the Trayvon Martin case. I read things that made me cry, I read countless things that made no sense. I saw excuses, and hatred. I rarely saw compassion and concern.<br />
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Now this post isn't meant to be a pity party for any race. It is meant to stir empathy and awareness to things that many people have never thought of, things I would have NEVER thought of. It is to remind you that we are all human beings who want to keep the people we love, our families, our friends safe. To give them the same sense of comfort and security in every day life that other citizens (myself included) feel. It is to bring light to the problems that so many people refuse to acknowledge. Problems that many swear don't exist. (It's easy to pretend something isn't happening when it's not happening to you).<br />
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I'm not pretending I know what happened the night Trayvon Martin was killed. I don't know, YOU don't know- the only two people that know are George & Trayvon. My problem is not that a white man killed a black boy (I don't care how tall he was, how strong, or big he was, if he smoked weed, or played with guns, legally and medically he was a CHILD. Period.). My problem is not with gun control. My problem is that because the boy who was killed was black, the police didn't open a proper investigation. The state of Florida treated Trayvon's life like it didn't have value. The state of Florida used a misconception and stereotype and decided that Trayvon fit the bill as the aggressor so they wouldn't even look into the case. I don't care if the two of them were any combination of races, someone was murdered and he deserved justice. I'm sick of seeing people post images of of white kids who got killed by black men asking why Trayvon's case is any more important than theirs. I researched <b>every. single. one. </b>of the cases I saw posted and<b> <u>100%</u></b><u> of their murderers were tried and jailed immediately</u>. It has NOTHING to do with which race murdered which, but that apparently in this country some lives are more valuable than others.<br />
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Kyle and I have had countless conversations over the years about something like this happening to him. We talk about it so much it has taken on a "joking" quality. We talked about how he should never get a concealed weapon permit, because even though it would be legal for him to carry a gun, if a cop ever found one on him he wouldn't be treated as though it was his "constitutional right". We talk about him walking around my neighborhood with his hood up at night, because it wouldn't make him look like he was cold- it would just make him look suspicious. We discussed if it was a good idea for him to paint his face (and wear a hood) for halloween to a concert. We have these conversations and concerns all the time. We had them long before Trayvon Martin was murdered. Some people think this is an overreaction, they play it off like I'm crazy for not wanting him to do X,Y,Z because he's black- but most of those people have never had to feel the worry that I (we) feel.<br />
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I am a white woman who would have never thought of any of these things if I wasn't with a black man. I would have empathized with Trayvon's family and been sad they lost their son but <u><b>I would have never understood what it feels like to worry that the person you love might not come home because of the color of their skin.</b></u> It is a real fear, it is not an excuse, it is not "pulling the race card"- it is an honest to God fear.<br />
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I'm glad that most people don't have to worry about this. It's a blessing that those things don't have to cross your mind, but for millions of others in this country it's real. When they say "Trayvon is my son" THAT is what they mean. They have stayed up at night worrying that something like that might happen to their child before this case EVER happened. It is a problem. We cannot sit by and allow this to continue because it doesn't effect the majority of the country. We need to work together to create a comfortable and safe society for everyone. It won't happen overnight and it won't be easy, but we CANNOT continue to sweep the elephant in the room under the rug.<br />
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<b>UPDATE:</b> I saw this tonight. THANK YOU INTERNET- hope for humanity!!!!!! Kids get it, can we???<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17385049133870768911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251144812106468541.post-8217233764350164442013-06-17T13:07:00.000-04:002013-06-17T20:41:08.047-04:00WELCOME TO RAPE CULTURE!! <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have been trying to write this post for about 5 months. It's incredibly difficult because I don't know where to start and once I do start, it's impossible to stop.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So I'm going to break it up into parts. Think of this post as the outline. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">First up: <b><u>T</u></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><u>hings I'm Pissed I Have To Explain To My Future Daughter.</u></b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">1.) We live in a society where if you were drinking, dressed a certain way, had a certain number of sexual partners, or hung out with the "wrong" crowd and you are raped- it's all your fault. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The media will debate whether or not your rapist should be punished for forcing you to have sex with him. Because, in this world- a woman's body is not her own. It's her family's, her husband'</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">s, her god's, the freakin' government's- but NOT hers. We will dig up your personal history and show the world your private messages, the the number of men you slept with in your life, your sexual preferences and we will use it against you as an excuse for your rapist's actions. We may even "accidentally" <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/03/18/fox-news-steubenville-rape-victim_n_2901635.html" target="_blank">leak your name to the press</a>...whoops. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We will allow lawyers to call an <b>11 year old girl</b> who was gang raped on tape by over 20 men to be called a "<a href="http://www.mommyish.com/2012/11/29/11-year-old-rape-victim-accused-of-being-sexy-spider/" target="_blank">spider luring the men into her web</a>". She was mature for her age (really?) and she asked for it. She wanted it. Because, 11 year olds can totally give consent- they need to be accompanied to a PG-13 movie, but they are responsible for being raped. *SLAMS HEAD ON TABLE*</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We will let the media run stories on how "terribly emotional and difficult" it was to watch two boys "with bright and promising futures" be <a href="http://www.thedailybeast.com/articles/2013/03/18/cnn-feels-sorry-for-steubenville-rapists-world-can-t-believe-its-ears.html" target="_blank">convicted</a> of the rape they committed. These are the same boys who laughed when their friends said and tweeted:</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"> "Song of the night is definitely Rape Me by Nirvana" and "Some people deserve to be peed on"," </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19px;">they raped her quicker than Mike Tyson raped that one girl" and "They peed on her. That's how you know she's dead, because someone pissed on her.". Yeah, I feel awful about them being found guilty, too. They really seem like gems....NOT. GAG.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">2.) We will continue to vote for politicians who make public, nonsensical, UNTRUE statements about pregnancy resulting from rape like, "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">If it's a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rape_and_pregnancy_controversies_in_United_States_elections,_2012" target="_blank">legitimate rape</a>, the female body has ways to try to shut that whole thing down." Yes because my uterus is a machine and it shuts down when it pleases. I feel really, really bad for your wife. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">Don't forget Richard Mourdock's good information, "</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19px;">Life is that gift from God that I think even if life begins in that horrible situation of rape, that it is something that God intended to happen." Your God intends for rape to happen? Please </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19px;">tell me more about your religion so I can stay as far away from it as possible :)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Also, Roger Rivard's father's insightful, wise, advice that "</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19px;">Some girls rape easy". </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif;">And then there was Tom Smith, <a href="http://www.cosmopolitan.com/celebrity/news/rape-pregnancy-baby-out-of-wedlock" target="_blank">who related being raped to having a child out of wedlock</a>. Because being violated on the most personal level is JUST like having a baby out of wedlock. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">3.) We listen to music like this:</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"> "</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Sit down beside her like a spider, hi there girl, you mighta</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Heard of me before, see wh**e, you're the kind of girl that I'd assault</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And rape then figure why not try not to make your p**sy wider?"</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">DMX- X is Coming</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"Tryin' to send the bitch back to her maker</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">And if you got a daughter older then 15, I'mma rape her</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Take her on the living room floor, right there in front of you</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Then ask you seriously, whatchu wanna do?""</span><span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Dr. Dre- Bitches Aint Shit</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 24px;">"Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks/ Lick on these nu** and suck the d*** / Get's the f**k out after you're done / And I hops in my ride to make a quick run."</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">I have more examples, but I honestly can't stomach reading some of these lyrics to go through them all. The SICKEST PART is <u>Dr. Dre, Eminem, and DMX all have daughters.</u> I hope they ask their dads why the hell they would say something so disgusting about women. </span></span><br />
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I really like "fresh starts", so I figured hey, why not do a juice cleanse to kick off eating healthier? I'll detox my body from all the junk I've been putting in it, I'll lose a some of this bloat and I'll shrink my stomach so it's not a bottomless pit anymore. I got excited and researched online for the best cleanse. After hours of scouring healthy people's blogs, I came to the conclusion that <a href="http://www.coolercleanse.com/" target="_blank">Cooler Cleanse</a> was a legit cleanse and definitely the best tasting one. Taste was probably my biggest priority, because if I'm not going to eat for 3 days- this liquid nourishment better taste FAN-TAST-IC! I chose to do the 3 day cleanse- let's start nice and slow to see how things go before I jump into the 5-7-10 day cleanses- hahaha yeah right, ten days without eating. </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17385049133870768911noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251144812106468541.post-56877760006960656262013-06-06T15:26:00.003-04:002013-06-06T20:44:01.254-04:00It's time for the big debut....almost.Since I decided to announce my passion for blogging on Facebook and <strike>begged</strike> told everyone to come read my wonderful, <i>hilarious</i> blog, I figured it should at least look somewhat presentable. It turns out fancy-fying your blog is farrrr more time consuming than I anticipated.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17385049133870768911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251144812106468541.post-31508155663225195812013-06-03T21:48:00.000-04:002013-06-06T12:19:42.395-04:00Why the Red Wedding made me like GoT more.<blockquote><br/><h1 class="quoteText">I find beauty in the grotesque, like most artists. I have to force people to look at things”- Alexander McQueen</h1><br/><br/></blockquote><br/><p></p><br/><p>I remember when I went to see the Alexander McQueen exhibit at the met a few years ago. It was dark, sad and complex, but most of all it was absolutely breathtakingly beautiful. It took us a little over an hour to get through the entire thing, and when we got out of the museum the sunny day outside seemed wrong. I wasn’t ready to come out of the dark yet. The heaviness of the exhibit stayed with me even after we were removed from it. How could fashion do this to me? I had walked through a closet of dresses, shoes, and hats and I still felt completely overwhelmed by emotion.</p><br/><p>I thought of my McQueen experience today while I was mourning the death of the majority of the Stark family on last night’s episode of Game of Thrones. I’ve known about the red wedding for months- I read this and I’ve played it out in my mind, but NOTHING prepared me for what I watched last night. In some ways the TV version was less graphic than the book (minus the whole pregnant stomach stabbing thing, that was a bit much), but it was still heartbreaking to watch. I saw a TV show 24 hours ago and I still feel the dark, heavy, sadness of the scene. The internet is full of people who are distraught, angry, and devastated by the fate of fictional characters, myself including. We aren’t ready to come out of our dark place yet.</p><br/><p>We do a really good job of shielding ourselves from feeling too much in real life. We build walls and set ourselves up so that when we feel emotion, whether it’s good or bad, it’s never to the point where we can’t handle it. But when we observe art we forget to protect ourselves. We become emotionally invested and leave ourselves wide open to it. Good artists take advantage of this. Shakespeare, Picasso, Edgar Allen Poe- their art wasn’t all sunshine and butterflies- it was dark, and sad. As much as I hate to say it, George RR Martin, a incredibly talented artist of stories and words, has taken full advantage of our flaw, and I kind of like it.</p><br/><p><em><span><strong>**IF YOU’RE NOT CAUGHT UP ON THIS SEASON OF GoT, DON’T READ ANY FURTHER, SPOILERS**</strong></span></em></p><br/><p>Last night was disturbing to say the very, VERY least. We all “awwwwed” together when the adorable couple decided to name their unborn child after Robb’s father (who was also ripped from our clutches when we least expected it!!), and before we can even comprehend what’s going on- BAMMM EVERY ONE WE LOVE IS DEAD!!!!! Even freakin Talisa and her unborn baby- WHAT THE HECKKKKKK! Everyone knew something was coming, I mean people were smiling, people were happy- in Game of Thrones that means someone needs to die. As uncomfortable and sad as this made us, THIS IS WHY WE WATCH. We need to feel something, that is what makes us human. Even these horrible, sad, angry, disgusting feelings- we are human because we feel them. Kudos to Martin for MAKING US FEEL THESE THINGS we hate to feel, for showing us that the good guys don’t always come out on top, that every story doesn’t end the way we want it to. That following your heart doesn’t always end up like The Notebook. For bringing us to an uncomfortable, dark place and making us feel everything we are capable of feeling. This is what real art is.</p><br/><p>So don’t quit on Game of Thrones just because you felt something you don’t like to feel, LOVE THE SHOW BECAUSE IT DOES JUST THAT. It entertains you in a way you’re not used to being entertained. It forces you to feel things you don’t like to feel, but enjoy it because feeling sad and angry makes you feel just as alive as feeling happy does. </p><br/><p>Not to mention, Arya is still out there kicking ass and she’ll avenge her family, and when that happens you’re going to be PISSED if you miss it!!!</p><br/><br/><p></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17385049133870768911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251144812106468541.post-25696238037635349642013-06-02T18:59:00.000-04:002013-06-07T12:21:02.896-04:00things i've learned from babysitting.I don’t have any children yet (other than my two beautiful puppies, who are, in fact, my children), but I have a little bit of experience with babies. I spend roughly 25 hours a week with little kids, which isn’t that much time, but it’s enough time to pick up a little bit of knowledge that I will hold on to until I have children of my own.<br />
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<strong>Children make you act ridiculous all the time.</strong> You start to singing about everything, “we’re taking a bathhhhhh, we’re taking a bathhhhhh!!!” “Someone’s got a pooopy diapeyyyyyy. WHOSE GOT A POOPY DIAPEY!?!?”. You play games that make no sense. In public. You have serious conversations about Big Bird wanted a cracker in his tummy. I read the same story 12 times (not an exaggeration) in 12 different voices with my twin girls and we laughed and laughed and laughed. Watch <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-k1qPaDJHOs" target="_blank">this video</a> for what I mean. <br />
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I’m not going to lie, the time I spend babysitting is usually my favorite time of the day. It’s absolutely ridiculous and challenging, but it’s the coolest thing ever to watch little kids learn and grow. And these aren’t even MY kids. I learn something new everyday, I’ll be sure to share the knowledge. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17385049133870768911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251144812106468541.post-9248972715195014362013-05-08T22:53:00.000-04:002013-06-06T12:19:42.411-04:00i'm going to tell you what i weigh, but don't tell anybody...<p></p><br/><br/><p><strong>WEIGHT: 127 lbs.</strong></p><br/><p><strong>BMI: 23.0</strong> </p><br/><p>i have recently acquired quite the ass. now don’t get me wrong, i love my big ol’ booty; after all fat bottomed girls make the rockin world go ‘round-but my butt (see what i did there, hehe) has attracted a lot of attention. my family likes to state it every time i come around,”WOW your ass has gotten HUGE”-<em>oh thank you for telling me- i took a little vacation from my body and i hadn’t noticed (imagine the side eye emoji here)</em>. of course, along with the new junk in the trunk, ive got a little extra lovin in the handles, and a teensy bit of side boob *sigh*. since this weight gain is harder to hide than it’s ever been, people seem to think it’s appropriate to mention it. some people even find it acceptable to give me dietary guidelines, “do you really think you need that cookie?”, “that’s a LOT of carbs on your plate.” I’M GETTIN HELLA CLOSE TO PUNCHING SOMEONE IN THE FACE. the strangest part is i am in no way over weight, i’m just slightly heavier than i have been before. my BMI is at a healthy number, i go to yoga 5-6 times a week, and i ran a 5K and didn’t die- i’m in decent shape. </p><br/><p>now the point of this post isn’t to rant about my weight gain, it’s about reminding us ladies that weight is a unit of mass- but from a very young age, ladies are taught that weight somehow affects our worth as a woman. there is a 3 pound range of perfection, if you’re over that you’re fat. if you’re under you’re sooo anorexic and/or a coke whore. it’s about other women (and men) thinking it’s okay to comment on your weight as if what they think matters. it’s about the pins on pins on pins of girls posting “skinny recipes”, “BIKINI WORK OUT”, “lose 15 lb with our juice cleanse”. it’s about the Abercrombie and Fitch CEO being comfortable saying his clothes are only for “thin and beautiful people”. Seriously?</p><br/><p>i never thought i suffered from this weird weight delusion most girls suffer from, but i do. i have found myself recently taking those “big ass” comments to heart. i wear baggy sweat pants whenever possible, i’ve even wore 2 pairs of spanx on a date (super uncomfortable, i don’t recommend it. very hard to pee.). looking back, i have never, ever been “happy” with my weight. i have covered muffin tops that weren’t there, I have jiggled arm fat in disgust that was not actually arm fat, but skin. i am so used to being self conscious of my weight that i never even noticed it. it doesn’t matter what weight we’re at, we’re constantly trying to look thinner. ladies WHAT GIVES?! can we all decide to stop letting a stupid number run our lives and be happy with our awesomely unique, curvy bodies? these bellies and hips will carry children-<em> these bodies are marvelous, incredible machines,</em> WHY THE HELL ARE WE GLORIFYING SKIN AND BONES, and why are we constantly critiquing one another?! clavicles and hip bones are not sexy, CONFIDENCE is sexy. <strong>HEALTHY is sexy. YOU ARE SEXY!</strong></p><br/><p>So let me be the first to declare it: i am not ashamed of my weight. i will no longer mumble it in the doctor’s office, i will not be embarrassed if my jeans are a little snug, I WILL EAT THAT DAMN CUPCAKE IN FRONT OF MY DATE IF I WANT IT! i will gladly, and shamelessly post my current weight on the internet for all the world to see. JUDGE ME. </p><br/><p>and the next time someone mentions my big ass i will respond with what i’m really thinking, “i know, it’s freaking awesome isn’t it?”</p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17385049133870768911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251144812106468541.post-13960752971347475492013-03-28T14:53:00.000-04:002013-06-06T12:19:42.150-04:00"The universe seems neither benign nor hostile, merely indifferent."
--Carl Sagan<p>I have said “it’s not fair” a million times in the last few weeks. It seems to be my response for everything lately. It’s not fair people we love die- that good, promising lives are cut short for no reason at all. It’s not fair some people are starving to death, while others have such excess. It’s not fair that I’m healthy, and there are perfect, beautiful babies that are not. It’s not fair that we discriminate and judge one another because of who we are. I want to stomp my feet like a toddler and and throw a tantrum, pound my fists against the floor and cry until the universe caves in and says, “You’re right, it’s not fair! No one will suffer anymore and everything will be perfect!”. But, that’s the thing, the universe doesn’t care. It is not spiteful, or out for revenge- it’s just truly indifferent. It keeps moving, come hell or high water. The sun rises and sets, the waves hit the shore, babies are born, your heart keeps beating until it stops. We have no more control of the universe than the trees or stars do. We are simply on a ride. A crazy, beautiful, tragic, surprising, unexplainable ride.</p><br/><p>So, instead of stomping my feet and protesting the unfairness of life, I will enjoy this ride. I will embrace every feeling I experience. The fear, the joy, the anger, the sadness and the love. I will change what I can and accept what I cannot. I will be thankful for all of the people who have crossed my path, whether we share a lifelong journey, or a few fleeting moments. I will find the things that bring me joy, and fill my life with them. I will stop putting blame and anger back into the world when something terrible happens, instead I will fight the darkness with light and love. I will also stand on the side of love whenever I can.</p><br/><p>I am going to take it all for what it’s worth, and enjoy it all as much as I can.</p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17385049133870768911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251144812106468541.post-54602395234136876142013-02-05T23:38:00.000-05:002013-06-06T12:19:42.221-04:00everything i need to know, i'm learning from YOGA: weeks 1-4<p>This week marks my forth week of regular yoga classes. I seriously cannot believe I’ve stuck to something consistently for an entire month, that is VERY un-Marina like. But that’s the thing about yoga: it’s addicting. Getting to my mat is by far my favorite part of day. I usually go to class around 7- and by 3 I’m ITCHING to get to the studio.</p><br/><p>I am in the VERY early stages of my study, but I cannot believe how much it has already changed my perspective on life. It was like a switch has been flipped. So I decided I’ll share my journey, and encourage others to join me :)</p><br/><p>Here is what I have learned so far:</p><br/><p><br /><strong>If it doesn’t make you uncomfortable, you’re not getting anything out of it. </strong></p><br/><p>Let’s talk about Utkatasana (Chair pose). This is my “oh no, please not this” pose. You see before I started going to hot yoga, I had never actually felt my muscles “burn”. As soon as my body started to feel uncomfortable doing something, I would stop whatever I was doing. So, when my teacher had us in utkatasana on my first day of class, I wanted out as soon as my legs started to ache. That is when he said, “When you start to feel uncomfortable, and you still decide to go deeper into the pose - that is yoga”. I held it, and held it, and held it. MY GOD IT ACTUALLY FELT LIKE MY THIGHS WERE ON FIRE!!!!! But I held it, and when the moment passed I had never felt more proud of myself in my entire life. I literally had the BIGGEST grin my mouth could possibly form. These moments still creep up every day on my mat, I could half ass the pose and get by, or I can face the discomfort, embrace the pain- and let it pass, and when it does have the most satisfying feeling of accomplishment imaginable.</p><br/><p><strong>Acknowledge the feeling, then let it pass.</strong></p><br/><p>Being raised in an Italian/Catholic family I know two feelings: guilt & shame. When I mess up, I feel guilty. I react towards my negative actions or thoughts, with more negative actions and thoughts. I’ll let a 2 minute blip of embarrassment, or anger be the focus of my entire day. It’s a cycle of negativity!! Yoga has taught me that it is okay to acknowledge whatever feeling you are having. Whether it is fear, failure, pride, or anger. But once you have <strong>acknowledged</strong> that feeling- <span><strong>let. it. go</strong></span>. Do not sit there and get MAD at yourself for getting MAD. Just let the feeling come up, and pass. Turn the light inside yourself back on and let it drown the darkness.</p><br/><p><strong>Your ego is trouble, trouble, trouble!!!</strong></p><br/><p>99.9999999999% of the time I don’t do something because I am afraid to fail. The “What ifs” run my life. What if I look stupid? What if I embarrass myself? What if I fall? One of the most challenging parts of yoga is not letting your ego interrupt your practice. Something as simple as taking an easier modification of a pose if you are not ready to do the full pose is a challenge because of our egos. “I don’t want to look stupid, everyone else is doing the full pose.” That moment you look at yourself in the mirror and think “my arms are SOO big and flabby”-that’s your ego. There is no shame in wherever you are in life, or in your practice. Once you can let go of your ego, you will find true peace…..too bad that’s the hardest part of life.</p><br/><p><strong>I am so much greater than I ever imagined.</strong></p><br/><p><strong><br /></strong>I spent 23 years of my life talking myself down. I wasn’t smart enough, pretty enough, good enough, confident enough, talented enough, brave enough. I had talked myself into believing these things when NONE of them were true. I am truly my own worst enemy. As I sit on my mat, usually at the end of the day, in a hot, humid room I acknowledge the fact that I made it there to practice! I am enough just because I came when I had a million excuses not to. I am enough when I want to stop SO bad, but I keep pushing. I am enough when I have to stop, because I am tired, or thirsty. I have found even when I fail- I feel a million times better than when I never tried. Who knew that pushing yourself 3 more breathes in a pose could allow you to see how GREAT you truly are?</p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17385049133870768911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251144812106468541.post-14109983812451463952012-12-28T16:31:00.000-05:002013-06-06T12:19:42.228-04:0050 things that won't be joining me in 2013.<p><br /><span>1. Taking a nap if I got 8 hours of sleep the night before.</span><br /><span>2. Putting off the dishes for “tomorrow”.</span><br /><span>3. Pressing the snooze button 2,3,4,5,6,7 times. </span><br /><span>4. Impulse purchases.</span><br /><span>5. Avoiding returning/ making phone calls. </span><br /><span>6. Making a to do list and NOT doing anything on it.</span><br /><span>7. Treating my car as my personal garbage dump.</span><br /><span>8. Not going to the gym because I don’t want to have to wash my hair.</span><br /><span>9. Credit card debt.</span><br /><span>10. Not filling up my tank with gas until my gas light’s on. </span><br /><span>11. Not trying something because I’m too scared I’ll fail. </span><br /><span>12. Any sort of excuse making. </span><br /><span>13. Not taking care of myself by: putting poison food in my body because it’s easy, being lazy, caving in to peer pressure, not treating my body like the temple that it is. </span><br /><span>14. Treating those around me with less respect than I demand for myself. </span><br /><span>15. Being late for work.</span><br /><span>16. Feeling inadequate.</span><br /><span>17. Passing judgement.</span><br /><span>18. Eating because I’m bored.</span><br /><span>19. Watching TV from the time I get home from work, until the time I go to bed.</span><br /><span>20. Being sad for no good reason.</span><br /><span>21. Not taking time every, single day to meditate.</span><br /><span>22. Counting the dogs getting loose in the hallway when I open the door as their “daily exercise”. </span><br /><span>23. Filling my life with material things to bring myself satisfaction and happiness.</span><br /><span>24. Being insecure.</span><br /><span>25. Overwhelmingly messy, unorganized apartments.</span><br /><span>26. Saying “no” to things because I’m too lazy, or tired, or scared.</span><br /><span>27. Giving 50% when I should/could be giving 100%.</span><br /><span>28. Putting out negative energy. </span><br /><span>29. Not wearing my nice clothes because I don’t feel like ironing them.</span><br /><span>30. Spending all of my time wanting what others have, instead of spending my time working towards those things.</span><br /><span>31. Buying more books on my Kindle when I have 7 in queue. </span><br /><span>32. NOT brushing up on my Italian.</span><br /><span>33. Not taking the time to look my best every day.</span><br /><span>34. Going to bed without washing my face.</span><br /><span>35. Taking the easy way out.</span><br /><span>36. Being a hypocrite. </span><br /><span>37. Setting my standards low because it’s easier.</span><br /><span>38. Pushing people away.</span><br /><span>39. Finding the negative in every situation instead of the positive. </span><br /><span>40. Binge eating.</span><br /><span>41. Biting my nails.</span><br /><span>42. Putting hand wash only clothes in the washer, and putting my good knives, pots, & pans in the dishwasher. </span><br /><span>43. Not being honest with myself/ others.</span><br /><span>44. Avoiding/ tuning out constructive criticism/ taking offense to it.</span><br /><span>45. Loving lazily.</span><br /><span>46. Not living in New York City.</span><br /><span>47. Keeping negative people in my life.</span><br /><span>48. Being selfish.</span><br /><span>49. Being mediocre.</span><br /><span>50. Not taking advantage of my blessings, and opportunities in my life. </span></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17385049133870768911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251144812106468541.post-23844401687938841442012-12-19T17:29:00.000-05:002013-06-06T20:15:30.509-04:00im feeling nostalgic, 90s babies join me.it’s almost christmas, but it’s just not the same as it used to be. in honor of the holidays i felt like reminiscing. so i put together a list of my favorite childhood toys. is it weird that i remember chewing on 90% of the toys on this list? oral fixation much? any whoooo, hope this list makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.<br />
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<b>ALPHIE</b><br />
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<img alt="image" height="300" src="http://www.soapinthebathroom.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/alphie_ii-245x300.gif" width="245" /><br />
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My best friend Jennifer had one of these at her old house. I very clearly remember playing with it before I got yelled at and put in time out for unplugging the Christmas lights.<br />
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<b>GOOEY LOUIE</b><br />
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<img alt="image" height="386" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mbsmxiC8XZ1qeixmlo1_500.jpg" width="500" /><br />
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My mom wouldn’t let my brother and i have this because she said it was “disgusting”. WHAT-EVER MOM, TALK TO THE HAND!!! my cousins had it though, so we played with it at their house.<br />
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<b>DEAR DIARY</b><br />
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<img alt="image" height="300" id="il_fi" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&size=l&tid=25936173" width="300" /><br />
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One of the many signs I had ADHD as a child was that I would constantly forget the password and never be bale to open my secret diary. I probably reset the stupid things more than I unlocked it with the pass code…so frustrating for a absent minded little girl.<br />
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<b>FISHER PRICE KITCHENS:</b><br />
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<img alt="image" height="400" src="http://mamamareenz.files.wordpress.com/2012/12/win-pics-fp-kitchen1.jpg" width="333" /><br />
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It is important to note, I had a little tikes play kitchen (the one with the coffee pot), THIS one was Jennifer’s- this kitchen was also used as Cubbies- the most well thought out, successful, and long lived pretend restaurant ever run by 7-10 year olds. I believe a specialty was spaghetti and strawberry ice cream….<br />
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<b>LISA FRANK ERASERS</b><br />
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<img alt="image" height="375" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2086/2249513545_18a9ebdda7.jpg" width="500" /><br />
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Again, I really just remember always chewing on these, BUT they were pretty cool. Everyone had to have them and they were considered a TOP NOTCH party favor. If you were lucky, sometimes they would be scented. Also, they were never to be used for erasing.<br />
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<b>FISHER PRICE ROLLER SKATES</b><br />
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<img alt="image" height="640" src="http://d2tq98mqfjyz2l.cloudfront.net/image_cache/1337309078280578.jpg" width="479" /><br />
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These were dangerous. The wheels were too little, so every tiny rock was a death trap. I once pushed nicky when he had these one and he fell really hard. im sorry nicky….<br />
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<b>BABY ALL GONE</b><br />
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<img alt="image" height="243" src="http://media-cache0.pinterest.com/upload/180003316326108083_XOYCg07u_b.jpg" width="191" /><br />
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<i>THE CHERRIES SMELLED LIKE CHERRIES!</i> This was an awesome doll. I wonder how the cherries disappeared…just kidding the really loud “click” gave it away… To add on to the things I ingested that I shouldn’t have, I bit a whole through the bottle and drank some of the “disappearing pink milk”. It tasted like poison…because it probably was.<br />
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<b>PRETTY PRETTY PRINCESS</b><br />
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<img alt="image" height="317" src="http://cdn3.gurl.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/04/pretty-pretty-princess.jpg" width="380" /><br />
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The official game of choice for any 4-9 girl’s birthday party.<br />
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<b>CAT’S CRADLE</b><br />
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<img alt="" class="rg_hi uh_hi" height="238" id="rg_hi" src="https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTKeC15zOnEsaZMGsQriyho-Ro-Ey1kHzfOf-I6RWpeAQ_oCCwq" width="212" /><br />
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We spent hours upon upon hours playing with a piece of string….a $14.99 piece of string.<br />
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<b>PUPPY SURPRISE</b><br />
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<img alt="" class="rg_hi uh_hi" height="192" src="https://encrypted-tbn2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSCiKQqyTUwrRK7YEiIs8BC5BsEI9gSqGHylJMc73rQsr2K4ctYRQ" width="256" /><br />
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You opened up the dog’s stomach and out popped a surprise number of puppies. I had three, one of my friends got 5!! I was soooo jealous….<br />
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<b>SCENTED STAMP MARKERS</b><br />
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<img alt="" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mdin5vCwp11rc89x2o1_500.jpg" /><br />
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puppy footprints that smelled like chocolate??? I THINK YES!<br />
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<b>DOCTOR’S KIT</b><br />
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<img alt="image" height="480" src="http://mamamareenz.files.wordpress.com/2012/12/medicinekit.jpg" width="640" /><br />
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Please tell me I wasn’t the only one who would put the cast on and try to “trick” people into thinking I really broke my arm?<br />
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<b>FASHION PLATES</b><br />
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<img alt="image" src="http://mamamareenz.files.wordpress.com/2012/12/fashionplatesclothes.jpg" /><br />
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I seriously thought this was what fashion designers did….until I went to fashion school.<br />
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<b>HIT CLIPS</b><br />
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<img alt="" class="rg_hi uh_hi" height="183" src="https://encrypted-tbn2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSR3bZy9oF3slw_8UuYeNipN0WOJPq4UKFxuy0yanfV5o8ZYvClqA" width="275" /><br />
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Because everyone wants to hear the same 30 seconds of their favorite song…over…and over…and over….<br />
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<b>SKY DANCER</b><br />
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<img alt="" class="rg_hi uh_hi" height="252" src="https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRQcyOgY-kM_lRoHR6d6iV5duKJuWJYhTi40UYfFzL2HJGRP3f2Kg" width="200" /><br />
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These things were awesome until you did it in the house and it hit the ceiling and the arm broke off and then the fun was over.<br />
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<b>COOL MC DONALDS TOYS!</b><br />
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<img alt="image" height="172" src="http://media-cache-ec2.pinterest.com/upload/2674080998796416_DE5nfWnH_b.jpg" width="192" /><br />
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Remember you could dress them in different outfits?<br />
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<b>SKIP IT</b><br />
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<img alt="image" height="500" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_log3uh6XcK1qgjo84.jpg" width="481" /><br />
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You would spend days getting the counter up to like a BAJILLION and then your little brother would want to try and erase the counter……and you’d have to start all over again!!!<br />
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<b>CHARACTER UNDIES:</b><br />
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<img alt="image" height="263" src="http://www.jomadeals.com/content/add_ons/power-rangers-underwear.jpg" width="250" /><img alt="image" height="500" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41MfmpvMnVL.jpg" width="288" /><br />
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Don’t act like you didn’t/don’t still wear them.<br />
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<b>TIGER HANDHELD GAMES</b><br />
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<img alt="image" height="447" src="http://www.fromscreentotheme.com/img2541.jpg" width="482" /><br />
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The sound effects on these and the picture quality was unreal…<br />
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<b>MY SIZE BARBIE</b><br />
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<img alt="image" height="293" src="http://media-cache-ec2.pinterest.com/upload/212372938649149272_FOqApgc5_b.jpg" width="192" /><br />
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The best way to scare the crap out of a little girl when she wakes up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night at a slumber party…nooo of course that didn’t happen to me….(may or may not have peed my pants).<br />
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<b>REPTAR</b><br />
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<img alt="" class="rg_hi uh_hi" height="225" src="https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSwZskgHFIvpIerkK1UDiP_yYgJKD-SBwqR7xJp8tFF-NAWz4kw" width="225" /><br />
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REPTARRRRRR!!!!!!!<br />
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<b>GAK</b><br />
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<img alt="image" height="325" src="http://nicegirlmeanthoughts.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/gak1.jpg" width="472" /><br />
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Gak was banned along with silly putty in my house after i got a whole jar of it stuck on a couch cushion and thought i’d be sneaky and just flip the cushion over. needless to say, i got caught.<br />
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<b>STRETCH ARMSTRONG</b><br />
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<img alt="image" height="241" src="http://blogs.spokenword.ac.uk/carlinwallace/files/2011/01/2010-02-06-stretch_armstrong.jpg" width="210" /><br />
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definitely chewed on this, too.<br />
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<b>TAMAGOTCHI</b><br />
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<img alt="image" height="170" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/f/f2/Tamagotchi_0124_ubt.jpeg/220px-Tamagotchi_0124_ubt.jpeg" width="220" /><br />
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Remember racing home from school to make sure your mom had cleaned up his poop while you were gone?? because if she forgot it would die and he was like 3 days old!!!!<br />
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<b>MY FIRST CELLPHONE….</b><br />
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<img alt="image" height="235" src="http://i-cdn.phonearena.com/images/phones/7362-specs/Motorola-V120x.jpg" width="235" /><br />
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It had snake. Which is still hands down, the BEST phone game EVER.<br />
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What toys were your favorite??Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17385049133870768911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251144812106468541.post-10680023377347093682012-12-10T21:00:00.000-05:002013-06-06T12:19:42.243-04:00when i sleep through the whole day so I haven't eaten in 18 hours...<p><img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_meug8t3ASB1qd1xgd.gif" /></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17385049133870768911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251144812106468541.post-82063342543776969642012-10-17T18:57:00.000-04:002013-06-06T20:16:58.942-04:00I just made my own butter, what did you do today?Im a vegetarian. I don’t eat anything that once took a breath. I don’t eat stock that comes from the bones of things that once breathed. The meat industry is cruel and disgusting.<br />
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In fact, the dairy industry is just as cruel- forcing cows to become pregnant again and again, injecting them with hormones (which THEN end up in our bodies) so they produce more milk. i’m beginning to feel increasingly guilty for supporting the dairy industry. but there’s a problem: I am OBSESSED with dairy. After I go running, I need to drink a glass of milk to quench my thirst. I LOVE cheese(as long as there’s no animal rennet in it- but that’s another post), i put it on EVERYTHING. I’m pretty sure the calcium deposits under my eyes are from how much freakin’ dairy I consume. I needed to find a happy medium.<br />
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So I did. I researched extensively to find a small, family owned dairy farm that treated their cows with respect and not like milk producing machines. Believe it or not, there aren’t as many of these dairy farms in Upstate NY as you might think. I ended up asking the owners of Albany’s “All Good Bakers” for advice. They are a wonderful, family owned bakery that only serves local food. They also source all of their ingredients (which is AWESOME). They told me all about Meadow Brook farms (I posted their blog entry at the bottom that goes through their summer visit to Meadow Brook, check it out!), and I liked what I saw.<br />
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So as my first step to eating dairy with a good conscious was making my own butter (obviously….)<br />
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It took 20 minutes, and the hardest part was getting the the freakin top of the food processor to lock!!!<br />
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In case you want to make your own, here’s how I did it:<br />
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1.) Go buy some LOCAL, fresh heavy cream from the store.<br />
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2. Take out an electric mixer, a food processor, or a jar with a lid (yeah im serious) and dump your heavy cream in. (***you will only have 1/2 as much butter as you do cream!)<br />
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3. Turn on the mixer, food processor, or if youre using a jar, START SHAKIN BUDDY!!!!<br />
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The process is fastest in the food processor, slowest shaking it yourself.<br />
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After a moment, you’ll have whipped cream- it’s tempting BUT DON’T STOP NOW!!…okay, okay, have a taste- it’s delicious.<br />
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4. Keep that baby blending, and you’ll start to see the consistency change. You’ll hear a difference too- little pieces are butter are starting to form (the fat of the cream is separating from the milk!) Keep mixing until it forms a loose ball. Then drain out the liquid. This my friends is buttermilk. Not the tangy kind you get at the store, but definitely the kind you want to put in your muffins, or- BUTTERMILK PANCAKE BATTER!! Put the buttermilk in the fridge, covered, ASAP. and use within the next day or two.<br />
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5. Now that you have a ball of butter it’s tempting to just eat it- and you can. But if you wanna keep it good for more than just the night, it’s important to “wash” the butter to get all the excess milk products off. You can do this by adding a half cup of ICE COLD**super important that it’s ICE COLD** water into the processor and run it. Drain the water. Repeat this until the water runs clear.<br />
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It’s also important to use a spatula to work the butter while you do this (while the machine is off) to make sure all of the water is out of the butter).<br />
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6. NOW YOU HAVE FREAKIN’ BUTTER!!!!! Keep it in a bowl, or wrap it in wax paper and store in the fridge. It’s good for about a week, or freeze it for up to a month.<br />
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It’s delicious, and easy, and there are NO preservatives, or chemicals. Check out the ingredients in Land O’ Lakes butter:<br />
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And in your homemade butter: Heavy cream.<br />
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UM YUMMMMM.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17385049133870768911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251144812106468541.post-4332759462958536942012-08-22T21:36:00.000-04:002013-06-06T12:19:42.257-04:00if you can, stay in college FOREVER.<p>I GRADUATED IN MAY! (that is a sad exclamation NOT an enthusiastic one) i know, the saddest news you’ve ever heard, right? instead of sleeping in until 1:30 and getting drunk for school functions, and binge eating at 3 am, my life now consists of commutes, laundry and bills. a SHIT TON of bills, and 401ks and taxes…it’s like a nightmare, except it’s real and it’s not going to be over anytime in the foreseeable future.</p><br/><p>i’m in a serious bout of depression and the only way i can think to cope is to blog about how amazing my life was up until a few months ago. oh the golden days… here are some suggestions for those of you who are still in college. i didn’t take full of advantage of all these things, so PLEASE PLEASE for the love of God learn from my mistakes…</p><br/><ol><li><strong>commitment schamitment.</strong> i can’t think of one single thing you should stay committed to in college (except your friends and your netflix account). boyfriends, schools, jobs, majors- don’t tie yourself down. this is your last chance ever to be flaky and make poor decisions with minimal consequences. trust me, once you get out in the real world the free spirit shit doesn’t fly and there’s a freakin contract for everything.</li><br/><li><strong>drink as much as you physically can.</strong> i think there’s a switch God flips the day after you graduate, or maybe the year long bender that is known as senior year completely killed our livers- but after college you just can’t drink like you used to. you get hangovers, and you’re achey and on top of that you can’t drink during the week because you have to wake up at 6 am to go to work…so you can pay your bills…that leave you with no money left for drinking………JUST KEEP DRINKING NOW!</li><br/><li><strong>wear sweats every. single. day.</strong> once you go to work you have to wear grown up clothes every day. for the first week or so it’s really exciting. it’s like playing house when you’re little, “oh look im so grown up in my button down!” but after a few days it gets REAL old having to iron every night and tucking in your shirts. you quickly realize grown up clothes are uncomfortable, frumpy, and expensive. do you know what i’d do to walk around in leggings,a hoodie and my ugg moccasins all day? </li><br/><li><strong>act immature and do stupid things.</strong> everyone expects ridiculous behavior from you- you’re in college and everyone thinks your life is just like animal house- SO DON’T DISAPPOINT! as soon as you graduate people start expecting you to grow up. they want you to be on time for things and not get drunk at corporate functions and shit. it’s a real pain in the ass and just a buzz kill in general. falling out of a moving cab, 3 story funnels, and wearing lime green spandex in public is only acceptable in college, take advantage.</li><br/><li><strong>if you’re going to school to get your MRS, give up now.</strong> trust me, there are no suitable men in college (possible the world). i think they all migrated, or died out. don’t waste your time trying to find a husband. enjoy the fact that you don’t have a man to deal with, they’re a pain in the ass anyways. use this time to become a boss bitch. as a general rule- do not keep a boy longer than your pedicure lasts. you have your whole life to settle down and be miserable, don’t rush it.</li><br/><li><strong>do everything.</strong> go on that random road trip with your roommates, take that tequila shot even if it’s one too many, give that kinda cute geeky kid a go, streak at civ scream. even if it sucks- it’ll be a great story one day.</li><br/></ol><p>enjoy college, and take LOTS of pictures. it’ll be over faster than you know, and the real world SUCKS.</p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17385049133870768911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251144812106468541.post-48044808121235888292012-04-18T18:06:00.000-04:002013-06-06T12:19:42.265-04:00lolas birthday gift registry.<p>It’s angel face’s birthday on June 24th, so I thought i’d give everyone a heads up on what she asked for for her BIG <strong>FIRST BIRTHDAY!!!!!</strong></p><br/><br/><p><img align="middle" alt="Barkin' Bandito Plush Toys- $15, trixieandpeanut.com" height="298" src="http://www.trixieandpeanut.com/product_images/fileHpej9.jpg.zoom.JPG" width="328" /></p><br/><p><strong>Barkin Bandito Plush Toys, $15, trixieandpeanut.com<br /></strong></p><br/><p>Just like her mama, Lola loves tequila and cigars. </p><br/><p><img alt="Pink Feather Canopy Pet Bed- $266, beyondthecrate.com" height="216" src="http://ep.yimg.com/ca/I/yhst-62694208626873_2201_32604365" width="288" /></p><br/><p><strong>Pink Feather Canopy Bed, $266, beyondthecrate.com</strong></p><br/><p>So the princess can sleep in a princess bed.</p><br/><p><img alt="Pinot Leasheo Canine Wine, $23, bitchnewyork.com" height="350" src="http://www.bitchnewyork.com/images/products/pinot_leasheo_canine_wine.jpg" width="350" /></p><br/><p><strong>Pinot Leasheo Canine Wine, $23, bitchnewyork.com</strong></p><br/><p><strong><br /></strong>Every girl needs some wine with dinner, and a nice light and crisp “pinot leasheo” should pair wonderful with lola’s white fish based dog food. </p><br/><p><img height="417" src="http://www.elkusa.com/GRAPHICS/whiteant2med.jpg" width="313" /></p><br/><br/><p><strong>Mule Deer Hard Antler Chew, $17.50 per piece, elkusa.com<br /></strong>The beast chews through everything, we’ve resorted to antlers- she puts a dent in them but has a harder time breaking them down. She’s such a real dog.</p><br/><br/><p><img height="424" src="http://fibar.com/playgrounds/images/dogpark1.png" width="660" /></p><br/><p><strong>Dog Playground, $21,000, dont ask me to source this, i just googled it.</strong></p><br/><p>Madison Square Dog Park isn’t cutting it for Lolita baby. I think it’s time she has her own private park to play on.</p><br/><p><img height="249" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS6J9--vNLGz3Fd7SRWfAvH-jBOJuYlBzz5KmiTcg-UjctRIT5fwe_m88cK" width="202" /></p><br/><p><strong>Wilson 3 dozen Baseballs, $119, amazon.com</strong></p><br/><p>She eats through baseballs pretty quickly, so the more we have the better. </p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17385049133870768911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251144812106468541.post-20172879554445658632012-03-04T19:29:00.000-05:002013-06-06T12:19:42.279-04:00whats on my playlist 3/4<p><strong>Azealia Banks- </strong>when i first saw her pictures i thought aw what a cute girl, what could she possibly rapping about? and then i heard the words coming out of my mouth and i may have blushed. if she can be vulgar enough to make ME blush, she must be pretty vulgar. but anyways, shes ridic.<em> RIDIC</em>. i have nothing more to say, just listen, and then thank me later.</p><br/><p>check out <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i3Jv9fNPjgk&feature=related" title="212" target="_blank">212</a> and <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lCR97Ox9-fs&feature=related" title="liquorice" target="_blank">liquorice</a> </p><br/><p><img align="middle" height="324" src="http://theblumile.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/azealia-banks1.jpg" width="324" /></p><br/><br/><p><strong>________________________________________________________________________</strong></p><br/><p><strong> Glass Towers</strong>- they are so cute and australian- i just wanna squeeze their faces.</p><br/><br/><p>im kind of obsessed with <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=frW0Zt4q3QM" title="Jumanji" target="_blank">jumanji</a></p><br/><p><img align="middle" height="399" src="http://mamamareenz.files.wordpress.com/2012/03/glasstowers.jpg" width="600" /></p><br/><p><strong>________________________________________________________________________</strong></p><br/><p><strong>Rizzle Kicks- </strong>im into the whole british hip hop thing, i mean how could you not LOVE british hip hop?? its feel good music and i dig it.</p><br/><p><img align="middle" height="333" src="http://stupiddope.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/Rizzle-Kicks-500x333.jpg" width="500" /></p><br/><p>check out <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YA_tBIOt8MY&feature=related" title="miss cigarette" target="_blank">miss cigarette</a> and <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SxEINSBsbeo" title="mama do the hump" target="_blank">mama do the hump</a>.</p><br/><p>__________________________________________________________</p><br/><p><strong>Rhye</strong>- i dont know who they are, and i dont care. this song is awesome, and the video is the most tasteful explicit youtube video ive seen. listen to it once, and try to not listen to it again… <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D0xE5iL2mjE" title="open" target="_blank">open</a></p><br/><p>___________________________________________________________</p><br/><p><strong>A Fine Frenzy-</strong> i have listened to <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y31rhdyEmXE" title="last of days" target="_blank">last of days</a>, probably 7500 times in the last week. you may have heard her on the vampire diaries. this song is from 2007, but she has a new album dropping this spring. keep an eye for it.</p><br/><p>___________________________________________________________</p><br/><p><strong>The Black Keys- </strong>if you havent heard of them yet, hurry up and get on it you’re a year late. just download the entire “brothers” album. i was obsessed with “howlin for you” last year but didn’t get really into them until recently. its just great music.</p><br/><p><img align="middle" height="324" src="http://load.kovideo.net/s/raw/n/The_Black_Keys_Planning_El_Camino_Follow_Up.jpg" width="324" /></p><br/><p>__________________________________________________________</p><br/><p>And a few more to check out:</p><br/><p><strong>Zero 7-</strong>Paegent of the Bizarre</p><br/><p><strong>Buddy Holly-</strong> Don’t come back knockin’</p><br/><p><strong>Maroon 5-</strong> The entire Songs About Jane album</p><br/><p><strong>Phoenix-</strong> Too Young</p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17385049133870768911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251144812106468541.post-79353779993874131712012-02-27T17:27:00.000-05:002013-06-06T12:19:42.286-04:00welcome to CANDI-LAND!<p>once upon an epic bender, there was a girl named marina who decided to chase her shots of patron with a pitcher of beer. after 10 hours of drinking, dancing, and getting kicked out of lupias, candi was born. over the past few months, i’ve really gotten to know candi. and let me tell you, I LOVE HER… <img align="left" alt="whose that girl?" height="240" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/384396_10150586357678998_776473997_11558966_529566696_a.jpg" width="180" /></p><br/><p>now some people don’t like their alter egos (and EVERY ONE has a drunk alter ego, except for marc, that boy is just epic ALL THE TIME), but ive grown fond of candi. sure, at first i was a little taken back by some of her decisions-they were questionable to say the least. but you know what? im glad one of us is having some fun! not only has candi helped me have a great time, but she’s taught me some things i didn’t know about myself. and for that, i’ll be forever grateful. i know that college is almost done, and i wont get to spend nearly as much time with candi as i do now, but instead of being sad im just really going to embrace her for the next few months.</p><br/><p><img align="right" height="299" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/406827_2931703416337_1373550028_3095951_89972198_n.jpg" width="200" /></p><br/><p>here are just a few reasons i love candi so much,</p><br/><ol><li>she doesn’t think about tomorrow, or yesterday. she is completely present in the moment. she takes advantage of the good times that are happening now, and not worrying about tomorrow. she really lives in the present, even if its only because she has to focus all of her attention on not falling over.</li><br/><li>she finds the good qualities in everyone…the awkward looking boy is suddenly adorable because “has the cutest laugh”. EVERYONE is good looking in candi’s eyes, which is beautiful and touching and we should all learn from her.</li><br/><li>she has the BEST conversations with taxi drivers, um…EVER.</li><br/><li>she really knows how to get her moneys worth at an open bar. when a normal person would say “wooooah, i think thats enough for me” candi says “after 10 drinks its like drinking for free, so we need to take advantage of it!!”- <em>champ.</em></li><br/><li>she stays up all night. now everyone knows how i love to sleep, i go to bed at 10:30- not candi, she likes to seize the WHOLE day, she’s a freakin trooper and parties til the sun comes up.</li><br/><li>she <strike>gets</strike> TAKES what she wants. how i wish sober me could just be straight forward and tell everyone exactly what i think/need.</li><br/><li>she tells everyone how “fucking beautiful” they are, and caresses their face. aww, what a <em>sweetheart</em> she it. </li><br/><li>she falls with complete grace……and then swears at anyone who tries to help her up because shes a “big girl”. </li><br/></ol><p>i hope this makes you appreciate your alter ego, and please take the time tonight to have <strike>a few</strike> 15 drinks and get to know them a little better.</p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17385049133870768911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251144812106468541.post-7552658657370564552011-12-13T00:25:00.000-05:002013-06-06T12:19:42.294-04:00someone at google is judging me.<p>im going to make a bold move here, but for the sake of writing- i am going to share some of the things i google searched today….oh lord here we go.</p><br/><ul><li>snooki skinny pics 2011</li><br/><li>quinine glow in the dark</li><br/><li>lindsay lohan ribcage tattoo</li><br/><li>dean and deluca gift baskets</li><br/><li>how long is yogurt good for after the expiration day? <em>(JUDGE ME!!!)</em></li><br/><li>best extensions nyc</li><br/><li>kim kardashian reggie bush pics</li><br/></ul><p>today was pretty mild actually. probably because i dont have any strange symptoms and also because i checked my laptop search history and not my iphones….that would be a whole other story.</p><br/><p>google is amazing. in fact, i cant remember life before any question couldn’t be answered with “just google it”. in fact, i cant remember not knowing something for more than say….30 seconds? HOW DID WE EVER WRITE PAPERS?!?!</p><br/><p>but i have one major concern…what if someone is watching my google behavior? i mean i know that google TECHNICALLY monitors our behavior because it uses contextual advertising, but i mean what if a human being was sitting there with a bag of chips just watching us losers google our lives.</p><br/><p>“hey fred, remember the girl who googled “how to make grilled cheese?” last week? she just googled “can i get pregnant in a hot tub?” hahahahahaha”</p><br/><p>im pretty sure my google search history holds all of my deepest darkest secrets. i mean i share things with google that i wouldnt tell my best friend. because my best friend would judge me, but google wont.</p><br/><p>you know those nights when your back hurts and you think you might have a fever so so you decide to google it? and before you know it you are sure you have malaria and then you realize youve been googling for 2 hours and now youre reading an article about the food coloring used in doritos. if someone at google decided to watch my search behavior theyd <strong>1.)</strong> think im am absolute NUT JOB <strong>2.) </strong>think im a 40 year old mother of 3 <strong>3.)</strong> realize i have the attention span of a squirrel.</p><br/><p>Here are just a few of my favorite GOOGLE PHENOMENONS:</p><br/><ol><li>the great comfort you feel when you type your question into the search box and you see that someone has already asked the same question!!! <em>phew, im not a weirdo!!</em></li><br/><li>no matter what your symptoms are,if you google them you will find that its a symptom of pregnancy. “pain in ankle…common symptom of early pregnancy”</li><br/><li>googling words just to see if youre spelling them right</li><br/></ol><p>on that note, i think im going to go clear my search history.</p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17385049133870768911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251144812106468541.post-17100653202963683792011-12-11T03:49:00.000-05:002013-06-06T12:19:42.300-04:00ready, set, WINTER BREAK!!!!<p>i dedicate this post to all of my Romans, round 2 is quickly approaching…</p><br/><p>we all know i flirted with death over thanksgiving break, so i decided that it would be smart to detox for the two weeks between thanksgiving and winter break, so i could take on the next month full force.</p><br/><p>today starts my final week of detox. other than the absurdly expensive mimosa i had with lunch today, and the half a bottle of rum i downed before the VS fashion show viewing party we hosted at school (shhhh thats a secret!), i havent drank anything. ive also (tried) to keep the poor life decisions to a minimum, but that was a major fail….but anywhooo.</p><br/><p>i decided to create a list for myself for over winter break. i will be home for a month and a half and i feel as though things are going to get out of hand pretty quickly (judging from the 5 days i was home for thanksgiving….). so here is a list of things i am going to try to keep in mind. while id like to avoid these things, at some point im sure ill get a kick out of trying to check all them off of the list.</p><br/><p><strong>THINGS THAT SHOULDNT HAPPEN (AGAIN).</strong></p><br/><ol><li><strong>DO NOT</strong> end up at Lupias. there is no good time for lupias, <em>ever</em>. unless you are doing some type of anthropological research on creepy social settings or something, then maybe. drinking a pitcher of beer is not an acceptable excuse, neither is “i just wanna dance”. no. no no no. </li><br/><li>lets rewind for a second….drinking a pitcher of beer, out of a pitcher? mmmmmm…..na, that just brings swag to a whole other level. that should definitely happen again. maybe this time with one of those curly straws??- oo oo or those straws that you wear like glasses!!</li><br/><li>grabbing everyone’s face and telling them “you are SOOOO beautiful. you were always beautiful, but like, now, you are just so so beautiful”. marina, what is wrong with you, people dont like to be groped as theyre drunkenly complimented. seeeesh.</li><br/><li>driving 30 minutes on a national holiday to find an open bar. IF ALL OF THE BARS AROUND YOU ARE CLOSED, IT PROBABLY MEANS YOU SHOULDNT BE DRINKING!! ***you shouldnt drink on christmas eve, but i think christmas night is fair game, right?***</li><br/><li>do not update your profile picture, tweet, text, reply to wall posts, friend people, or poke someone you knew in 5th grade while intoxicated. will someone just take my phone away please??</li><br/><li>your “last” drink should NEVER be tequila…</li><br/><li>there is no classy way to drink a 40, so dont even bother.</li><br/><li>dont over do Tony’s in the first few days, pace yourself. and dont burn your mouth early in the game, itll be hard to eat another slice for like a week. </li><br/><li>dont go to tonys from 12-2, unless you like seeing everyone you are trying to avoid.</li><br/><li>find a DD and stick with em. a good DD is better than a good boyfriend. especially one who will take you to taco bell because you NEEEEED A CHEESY GORDITA CRUNCH RIGHT NOWWW!!!!!!</li><br/></ol><p>so lets see how this goes, wish me luck its gunna be a wonderful, fun, longggggg break!</p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17385049133870768911noreply@blogger.com0