Never Underestimate

Never underestimate a good pair of underwear!  You never think about how much it really matters until you either don't have a great pair when you put on that great pair.  If your undies are too big you are constantly readjusting, walking funny from the riding and the bunching, if they are too small they are pinching and ridding and just plain uncomfy.  Again a small pair of undies will make you look fat and that is never a confidence booster. Therefore, when you find a good pair buy a bunch so you feel great and are in a great mood!

Nap time

I will confess, my child might just be 15 and still be required to nap on the weekend because I need to nap. I don't necessarily need a nap both days on the weekend but Sunday is a definite requirement.  Since we have been in this house I have curled up on the couch every Sunday unless there has been conflicts, like holidays or family gatherings, and have taken a nap. In fact, our Sunday is like clock work. Wake up at 7, got to church, so shopping either costco or Meijer, eat lunch, nap, laundry, dinner, bed.  It's the best thing ever.  I know that Elijah doesn't need naps everyday, but he does still needs mid day sleep at least 3 days a week or else will become a basket full of whiny pouty mess.  And if I miss my nap...I am crabby, I just don't function right.  I have even let Elijah nap downstairs with us on occasion to encourage the activity.  Okay maybe I will just push the nap thing until after the non-conceived next child is 2. So that is already looking at 3 years from now...it's cool for a third grader to nap...right? Poor kid with a loser mom!

And in case you are wondering my lip is still swollen and gross and painful.  

When a doc talks...

LISTEN! 

I went in for some dental work today.  I don't do well with the drilling part of dental work so I requested that they didn't skimp on the novican, and she didn't.  She even gave me a booster 2 hrs in.  I was a crabby girl when I woke up this morning, mostly due to the fact that the main event dental procedure wasn't even my fault.  When I was 16 I had a cavity filled and since then it was decaying underneath so the dentist needed to take out the old filling, get out all the new decay, and put on a crown.  As she was fitting me for the crown they realized they needed to grind down a bit more tooth but the first bit of novican was wearing off so I got a bit more.  After it was all said and done the dentist and the tech both reminded me I needed to be very careful because I was still numb.  Actually I should even wait to eat or drink until I could feel things.  We'll an hour after getting home I was hungry and thought I had feeling enough to eat.  I made toast and away I went. Three quarters of the way done I realize the bread has blood on it...that's odd...oh wait... I run to the mirror and sure enough I had taken a bit out of my lip. I was done eating then. Now I have a swollen lip a sore jaw and achy teeth.  Awesome! Next time I will wait to eat. 

THEY DID IT!

You know how you hear about all these people that are participating in all different kinds of plastic surgery?  I have always thought I would love to look that great but why would I want to put all that non-natural stuff in my body. I mean botox is poison.  Implants are plastic and not that natural of stuff.  But now, now they have found a way to take extra body fat and put it in places that you want it like wrinkles and boobs.  FINALLY!  I have a reason to gain weight.  If I gain an extra 3 or 4 pounds and move them from my tummy and legs to my boobs I would look hot. Wait, I will just move the fat I have now and look even better.  Next step will be to save up the 12-20 thousand dollars to get this all done.  HAHAHA yeah right, if I had access to that kind of cash that is not what I would do with it.  Oh well, just an FYI for all of you that have that money and want to look like a model.  

Cramp, Cramp

This has happened to me once before, and I have no clue why I didn't blog about it.  If I did blog about it, I can't find it.  Sooo...

I am off at a resource fair for people in our close district as I'm setting up our table I begin thinking about how long of a day it has been and how once I get home I'll have been gone over 13 hours.  As I'm thinking about it I realized my throat was itching so I tried to itch it, with my tongue.  All of a sudden it happened.  The back of my tongue middle got a cramp.  The first time this happened it was a huge cramp.  I actually started thinking what am I going to do?  Am I going to stop breathing?  How will I tell people what is wrong if my tongue is cramped? 

Tonight I did not freak out.  It passed but man that would have been a rough night if I, as a Speech person, couldn't talk to people.  That would have been funny but not cool.

P.S.  HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD!!

Free is not always good

In Sunday's paper there was a coupon for a free small Dunkin Donuts pumpkin latte.  So what the hey, I thought I would treat myself today.  I show up and fell into the total guilt trip for using them without giving them any money.  I told them to throw in a donut just because.  Then as I get to the window the lady hands me a medium coffee.  They goofed and I still got it free.  However, the issue was that I don't ususally drink coffee and when I do I only have small amounts.  A medium coffee does crazy things to me.  I was wired from 8:30 until 1:00.  My poor co-workers think it's funny when I have coffee, I feel like I'm going to crawl out of my skin.  Even now at 9:45 at night I'm not sleepy.  What should I do?  Try to sleep?  Maybe.

Hair

I think my last hair cut was...um well, 18 months ago?  Maybe even more?  Either way it was long past due.  Here is a before.

Here are the durings.

Here is the pile of hair that was once on my head and now it is not.

Back and front.

Love it, Love it, Love it.  Can't wait to see what it is like tomorrow when it is clean, and with product in it.

How Do I Do This??

I was getting dressed today and I had a bit of trouble.  I put on my sweater and that's when it all started.  It felt a bit funny going on, and once it was one it was very tight.  Now, I know I have put on a couple of pounds over the last year or so, but it shouldn't have been enough to make my sweater feel to small.  Then as I was pulling it down I realized that what used to come down to my thigh was now barley reaching the top of my pants.  I looked at BJ and told him I didn't feel right.  Then I stared to get angry at him for drying my sweater.  I had to quickly take it back thought because I knew the last time this one was washed I was doing all the laundry.  I walked into the bathroom to see if I could figure out what was going on.  I finally figured it out.  I was wearing a sweater with a large neck/scarf thing.  What had happened was I had put the sweater on upside down.  The reason why it was so tight was because it was the neck around my body and the body was bunched up at my neck.  OOOPs! 

One of those moods

You know how one little thing in your life can set your mood for an hour, day, week, month.  Sometimes you don't know what the thing is that set you off for your mood and sometimes you do.  Sometimes you go into a good mood and sometimes a bad mood.  Well The last two days I have been in an exceptionally good mood.  I guess the bad mood has left and the good mood has come it.  I have caught myself doing stupid little jigs here and there and they make me laugh.  Then in the middle of my day, I go and drop a cup of applesauce on the floor and as I'm looking down to see what I just did, (mind you this is a split second from when I dropped it) a drop flew into my eye blinding me for a couple of minutes and desperately hurting my pride for about 3 seconds.  It was one of those things that it happened so fast my brain couldn't process what was going on and my reflexes didn't take over to SHUT MY EYES fast enough.  After I got as much apple out of my eyes as possible I practically died, because I was in the middle of a session and I just wanted to LAUGH my butt off but I had to keep my composure and stay professional. 

You would think this would drain my mood but NOOOOO it's going to take more than boiled, smashed apples in my eye to ruin my day.  I mean really that was Gods way of saying SMILE at least I didn't spit in you eye :)

Fat Kid in a Little Belt

Do you remember those commercials when the people have buttons popping off their paints and shirts and flying across the room to break something.  Or the people sit and break a chair/bench or something.  Today I had my very own fat moment.  We all know, it's not a secret, that since I have had Elijah, my body has not jumped full speed back to my high school size.  However, I have not done nearly as much as I could to get my body back to the way I would want it.  Do I regularly exercise? No.  Do I eat healthy? Some times. Do I eat out? Some times (probably more than I should).  However, my clothes decided to share in telling me I need to get back to the gym. 

I am wearing a cute new sweater today and it came with a nice belt.  Not an expensive belt, but a belt none the less.  I wore it all day long and at 5:30 I hear a soft pop and I feel not as, um, held in?  I stand up and realize my belt is no longer fastened.  I stand up and fix it thinking, "I wonder how that happened?"  I sit back down its all going good until *pop* again.  Really?  At that point my poor kid was laughing so hard and so was I.  I tried one more time and both of us were just dying.  Off came the belt and on went our session.  At the end I had to explain to mom two things, one why I was no longer wearing a belt and two why her daughter couldn't stop laughing for about 10 minutes. 

I GET IT!  I WILL EVENTUALLY GET BACK IN SHAPE!  Just not this week, or next, maybe in March.  Maybe. 

Most people think that when the are going to be in a weddin they need to get there body looking good for all the pictures. Sure I think about that, espessially since having Elijah, however, it's not the biggest thing on my mind. It's really the shoes I am worried about. Since I have stopped wearing shoes, because I run around in my socks most of the time at work, I don't do well in heels. I am low tone and it takes a lot of energy to wear heals for short periods of time, let alone long periods of time, like all day.

Well the shoes have been picked for the wedding and I have a lot that I need to do to my body before July. Not only are they heels, but they are steilettos and are about 2 inches high. They are cute, don't get me wrong, they are adorible. Pink and sparkly. However, today I tried to see how long I could last in them, 30 minutes. It's going to be a long couple of months until I can last over 6 hours in the shoes

Construction accident

I will have pictures closer to Halloween, however, just an update, Elijah apparently had a fight with a hammer.  I got a text message today that Elijah smacked himself with a hammer.  I assume it was a toy hammer but I can't be to sure.  He also has begun to bite more at school.  When I ask why he is biting the teachers are unable to tell me.  Oh well.  Mysteries to be solved. 

Advice

Just a bit of advice for you...
Next time you eat bean burgers for dinner, no matter how yummy they are, you should not have them for lunch the next day.  Especially when you already feel bloated.  You can only blame the smell in a small room on the little kid in there so many times.  LOL.

There was blood on the plane!

So this weekend we ran some errands and one of which was to go to the airport and pick up my cousins boyfriend. We got there a bit early so we decided to wander around baggage claim for a while (since that is really the only part of the airport that you can get to since 9/11.) So were wandering around and because I like to keep myself busy I decide to take a little survey and see which airline of the four that were in our baggage claim area had the most amount of lost luggage. We start by airline #2 and there was a handful or so. Then we walk down to airline #1 and from a far BJ sees a box that says blood. I thought he was joking but when we got closer sure enough there was a box of human blood. It was about 1 and a half feet per side, it was white with red tape all around. So we stood there and stared at it for forever. I of course, asked 1000 questions about the box. Where did it come from? Where was it going? Why was it in lost luggage? Shouldn't it be refrigerated? How long was it on the plane? What would happen if that box got squished? Oh the questions just wouldn't stop coming. Finally BJ got annoyed with the questions and made me walk down to finish the survey for airline #3 and airline #4. Final survey results... Airline #3 was the worst with the lost/unclaimed luggage. On our way back my cousin sees the blood box being wheeled away on a luggage cart with some random guy. I wanted to follow him but they wouldn't let me. BOOO!

What I learned from our trip to the airport...

1. do not travel airline #3 and if you do, pack lots of extra underwear in case your bag goes on a different vacation than you.

2. Blood can travel by plane without a human or an escort.

3. My brain works the same way as my cousins brain so all my crazy thoughts run in the family, I'm just and the only one that can't keep them quiet.

I saw an Epiglottis

Elijah's Epiglottis to be exact. It was so weird. At first I almost freaked out because it looks crazy weird in the back of the throat, but then all the years/hours I spent hunched over an anatomy book did I realize what it was. However, in all the pictures in the books this is what it looked like:

This is sorta what I saw not as big though:

Now you can kinda see why I freaked out. I mean it looks like there is something sitting on the back of the tongue and he was making gagging sounds like he was choking. That's why I freaked out.

Personal Image

BJ came home from youth group last night and they had been talking about body image and how we put so much of our lives into making sure everyone else likes us. Every one reaches their ability to accept themselves they way we were made at different times in our lives. But BJ pointed out that he became comfortable in his own skin when he was in middle school. That made me start thinking. BJ was comfortable with who he was before we started dating by I definitely was not. I started trying to figure out when I became comfortable with me. I think it was some where when I was in college, before grad school. But I really have to say BJ's model really helped me get to where I was comfortable with me. I think many people in the world would be much happier about life in general if they were able to enjoy who they are. I know that I am not the tallest, athletic, most gorgeous (or even wanting to put the time into making me that way), but I do know that I can just about make everyone laugh, I can be smart but I don't like to, I enjoy my inner child.

I wish I could help others figure out how to get to that level of confidence and be comfortable in their own skin. Because once you accept your faults for things you can't change, you will be happy!

Parenting Dilema

The other night I finally had enough. I needed to pluck my eyebrows. I am real sure that the last time I attacked my hairy eyebrows was about 2 weeks before Elijah was born. And even then I didn't even do it, I had them threaded by someone. Now if anyone knows me then they should understand why I shouldn't go more than 7 months between eyebrow trims. For those of you who don't know me let me explain.

The majority of my family history is of European descent and not the cute Swedish European either. Oh no no, the dark haired, lots of hair Europeans. In fact, I get a little envious of people when they say, "I haven't shaved for ages" and you can't see a hair on their leg. I feel like my legs get a 5 o'clock shadow. That's why I wear pants in the summer!

Anyway, I went 7 months without tending to my furry caterpillars on my face. I had finally had it and needed to take care of them. I sat down the other night with the tweezers and the magnified mirror and went at them. It was going good, after the first few moments of utter pain your eyebrow just goes numb. Finally I finished the first eye, then the issue. Elijah woke up and started to cry. BJ was in the shower getting ready for work so i was the only one left to tend to the baby. But I only had one eye done, and I knew if I stopped I would be to sleepy to finish the other side and I can't go to work with just one eye done. I really buckled down and tuned out the baby. I think I started getting sloppy because I kept asking BJ if they looked the same and he kept telling me no. And I kept hearing the baby crying in the background. Eventually I finished and they look, okay. But what can you expect when you have big and bushy eyebrows.

Moral of the story, my eyebrows look better now than they did a week ago, but they aren't Hollywood perfect due to my European background.

I can see!!

In the words of Batty for Ferngully... "I can see! It's a miracle!"

Let's rewind to 6:30am Friday. I was getting ready and getting Elijah ready all at the same time. Before I did anything though I put in my contacts. They were a bit blurry to begin with but we are pushing 4 weeks in two week contacts. So I didn't think anything of it. I proceeded to do my makeup, change and dress the baby and leave the bathroom. I continued getting ready by making breakfast, making lunch, getting all of Elijah's stuff ready. It was kinda a busy morning. Actually now that I think about it, all my mornings are busy now that BJ is up and off to work way early. Anyways, there was a massive amount of fireman activity right outside my door, sorta distracting.

I then ran Elijah over to daycare, hopped in my car and drove off to work. About a block away I realize that my left eye is still really really blurry. After driving by the fire trucks and around the block an extra time I kept rubbing my eye to get what ever it was off my contact that was making it blurry. About a mile from the house I started thinking maybe I put the contact in backwards, but that usually hurts and my eye didn't hurt. Except for the rubbing that I kept doing. I then spent the rest of the drive switching between eyes trying to get the blurriness under control so I could focus.

Once at work I pull down the visor to check out the contact and realize...there isn't one there. Umm... Okay, could have sworn I poked my finger in my eye today. Great this should be interesting. Only one contact. I soon realized that if anything was less than 5 feet from me it was clear. However, if I was closer than 1.5 feet from something it was a whole new type of blurry. By 11:30 I was so nauseous from what my eyes thought were motion sickness and I had a splitting headache in my left eye. I ended up typing a report for about an hour and a half with only one eye open. I was so excited to get home and put on my glasses. That's when I started the search for the long lost contact.

Found it, stuck to the floor hard and dry from a day without moisture. It was right next to where I was getting ready. Must have stuck to my finger or something and never made it in my eye. All I have to say is, "man that was a sucky day."

Big boobies

My whole life I have never really been blessed with a chest. I would say I have more than some, but definitely less than most. Since being pregnant I was introduced to the world of boobies. Initially I thought it was great in the first/second trimester, then in the third trimester I was just so bummed about my whole body being sooooo incredibly large I was done with extra body parts. Then Elijah showed up. Belly shrunk, boobies got bigger, and bigger. I never quite understood why people who looked the same size as me needed shirt sizes bigger to fit their chest. Well as I start to go through my clothes that came out of my closet during my pregnancy I realize that none of my sweaters will fit until I'm done being a cow. All my shirts are just so unflattering now. I typically end up wearing my work Polo's every day just so I don't have to see my chest in shirts.

I mean really how ironic is that, all growing up I wanted bigger boobs, now I have them and I want to get rid of them. Life is so unfair.

Sleeping body parts

You know when you sit for a while and your foot falls asleep? It takes a while for the blood to return to your foot, sometimes your whole leg and it tingles. Well last night I experienced a first. When Elijah woke up around 3am to be feed I was apparently sleeping on my arm in an odd way and part of it was asleep. But it was weird, it was the top half of my arm, not the lower part. So it was from my shoulder to my elbow that was asleep. Very weird feeling. And since I was still kinda asleep it felt even weirder. But how does the top half of your arm fall asleep? That is my current question.

Later tonight I will tell you about our Harry Potter experience that were going to tonight. So excited!