The list . . .

The things I have done are in BOLD and Blue . . . you can copy and paste the list to do on your own blog . . .

1. Started your own blog
2. Slept under the stars
3. Played in a band (that's Marching Band people, yeah I was cool!)
4. Visited Hawaii (I really, really, REALLY want to)
5. Watched a meteor shower
6. Given more than you can afford to charity
7. Been to Disneyland
8. Climbed a mountain
9. Held a praying mantis
10. Sang a solo (only because everyone had to, I can NOT sing at all)
11. Bungee jumped
12. Visited Paris
13. Watched a lightning storm at sea
14. Taught yourself an art from scratch
15. Adopted a child
16. Had food poisoning
17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty
18. Grown your own vegetables
19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France
20. Slept on an overnight train
21. Had a pillow fight
22. Hitch hiked
23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill
24. Built a snow fort
25. Held a lamb
26. Gone skinny dipping
27. Run a Marathon
28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice
29. Seen a total eclipse
30. Watched a sunrise or sunset (both)
31. Hit a home run
32. Been on a cruise
33. Seen Niagara Falls in person
34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors (some of them anyway)
35. Seen an Amish community
36. Taught yourself a new language
37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied
38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person
39. Gone rock climbing
40. Seen Michelangelo’s David
41. Sung karaoke
42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt
43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant
44. Visited Africa
45. Walked on a beach by moonlight
46. Been transported in an ambulance
47. Had your portrait painted (forced by parents)
48. Gone deep sea fishing
49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person
50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris
51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling
52. Kissed in the rain
53. Played in the mud
54. Gone to a drive-in theater
55. Been in a movie
56. Visited the Great Wall of China
57. Started a business
58. Taken a martial arts class
59. Visited Russia
60. Served at a soup kitchen
61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies
62. Gone whale watching
63. Got flowers for no reason
64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma
65. Gone sky diving
66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp
67. Bounced a check
68. Flown in a helicopter
69. Saved a favorite childhood toy
70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial
71. Eaten Caviar
72. Pieced a quilt
73. Stood in Times Square
74. Toured the Everglades
75. Been fired from a job
76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London
77. Broken a bone
78. Been on a speeding motorcycle
79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person
80. Published a book
81. Visited the Vatican
82. Bought a brand new car
83. Walked in Jerusalem
84. Had your picture in the newspaper
85. Read the entire Bible
86. Visited the White House
87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating
88. Had chickenpox - twice!
89. Saved someone’s life
90. Sat on a jury
91. Met someone famous
92. Joined a book club - I started one!
93. Lost a loved one
94. Had a baby
95. Seen the Alamo in person
96. Swam in both the Pacific and the Atlantic Oceans
97. Been involved in a law suit
98. Owned a cell phone
99. Been stung by a bee

Warning . . . Warning . . .Warning

My hubby and I love stupid funny movies . . .



Knocked Up

Don't mess with the Zohan

Love Guru

Talidega Nights

Good Luck Chuck

Dodgeball

Superbad



And so on . . .



So we rented Forgetting Sarah Marshall . . . .



It was hillarious! Very good one-liners . . . . stupid humor . . .



BUT I MUST WARN YOU . . .



In the first few minutes you see his pee-pee! Really and not just a glimpse . . . no you see the whole thing and the camera lingers for a few seconds . . . and you know when you think about it . . . pee-pee's aren't really that good looking . . . just my opinion . . . but the are kinda gross sometimes . . . especially on a guy that you don't find attractive to begin with . . . and even on a guy you DO find attractive . . . pee-pee's are just dangly and hairy and kinda weird looking . . . not that I've seen a lot of pee-pee's in my time . . . I mean there were a few crazy times . . . in college . . . but no need to walk down that road . . . anywho . . .



To say I was shocked doesn't even cover it!



The never show pee-pees! Never!



Boobies, yes . . . vu-jay-jay, okay . . . butt cheeks, mmm hmm . . . but a pee-pee, never!



And my husband just about stopped the video right then . . .



We laughed about it, but he wasn't mentally prepared to see another nakie man . . . he reacted like someone who just saw someone else vomit . . . or like if you were watching Dr. 90210 and all of a sudden they show a close up of the surgery . . . he held his hand over his eyes and said "just tell me when it's over" . . . hehehe



So, rent the movie if you like, but don't say I didn't warn you . . .



:-)

And . . . I'm done

So I've done it . . . I've read all four books of the Twilight series . . . . AND I LOVE THEM ALL!!!

I've never been so obsessed with books before, never! I am not going to give any of it away in this post because I want you all to enjoy the books as much as I did . . .

I will say this . . . throughout the books there were times where I didn't like the story line, I was upset about a certain sequence or outcome . . . there were times where I toyed with the idea of putting the book down and not finishing . . . but I pushed through . . . and I'm glad I did. I'm very satisfied with the ending of the books . . . a lot of loose ends are tied up nicely . . . I like how there is room for more books, which I hope come out one day . . . all in all, two thumbs way up . . .

I must say the downside of all of this reading . . . I wasn't sure if my marriage would withstand such an ordeal . . . my husband learned to fall asleep although the lights were still on . . . the baby might have cried for a few minutes longer than necessary "just to finish this one page chapter" . . . work suffered a bit . . . my friends were confused when I would say things like "well, I don't know if I can go out tonight, let me see what's up with Bella and Edward . . . " . . . my parents were nearly called in for reinforcement when I couldn't step away from the books for necessary things like a) a shower, b) brushing my teeth, c) changing out of my pajamas before noon, of d) all of the above . . . in the same day . . .

Damn you . . . Stephenie Meyer . . . you write books that become glued to my hands . . . you write stories that I must read . . . you . . . well, you much be very rich now, huh? . . . and you deserve it!

Go now . . . run, don't walk . . . do not pass go, do not collect $200 dollars . . . get these books . . . join the cult masses . . . and enjoy!

A gold start for Mama

I was VERY VERY lucky to have my hubby home for the baby's first four weeks home. He is a teacher, the baby was born in July, so we had four wonderful weeks of two parents 100% of the time time.

This was wonderful because I never felt completely overwhelmed. One of us always managed to get enough sleep to help the other. I only breastfed for a little while, I really really tried, so he could help with bottles (especially the ones in the middle of the night). And we always had four hands to give him a bath. Along with many other conveniences . . .

Well, after hubby went back to work, the one thing that always scared me was giving JT a bath all by myself. I was nervous that he was going to slip and breathe in water and then I would have to do CPR or call 911 . . . a bit over dramatic, I know, but I was just worried about it. And it's worse than that really, I just had bad images of him screaming his head off or the water being too cold or too hot or that his body would be so slippery that I wouldn't be able to hold him and it just freaked me out. And because I let it fester in my head it just got worse and worse and worse . . . I'm usually calm, cool, and collected about "do it yourself" things . . . I lived alone for three years, I get the "no one's gonna help me, I gotta do it myself" thing, really I do, but this was my son's LIFE we are talking about here, see I told you too dramatic . . . anywho . . .

Since hubby and I don't live on a "schedule" tubby time kept on getting pushed off to the next day. (This makes me sound horrible) But it got so bad that JT had not had a bath in over two weeks . . . he IS just a baby and I thought how dirty could he possible be and of course I was wipping him off at every diaper change, but I realized that I needed to man up and start giving him baths during the day so this "two-week-sans-bath" thing never happened again.

Yesterday was the big day. I gave myself a little pep talk. I had the phone near by "just-in-case". And I did it. I started the water, got everything I needed within arms reach, undressed baby, and I gave him a bath . . . and we did just fine. There was no slip-age, there was no need to call 911, we even (dare I say) had FUN! Okay, well JT doesn't exactly love the water, but after a few minutes he calmed down and started to enjoy it.

I was so proud of myself. Really I was!

So, I know you SAHM's (that's Stay At Home Mom's) of 5+ are probably chuckling to yourself saying "I give my youngest a bath while folding laundry, brushing my middle child's hair, and teaching my oldest algebra" . . . I know that I have a long way to go with this whole Mama thing . . . but for me . . . I gave my son a bath. ALL. BY. MY. SELF. . . . . and that's the reason why I'm giving myself a Gold Star! So I'll have a little party for myself, maybe have a piece of chocolate, and start giving him a bath every day! :-)

:-)

I'm a winner!!!

YES!!!!

So, I'm somewhat new to the world of BLOG. I was a lurker at first, but thought, ya know what, I can do this . . . I can Blog!

So, I found BATW, that's Blogs Around The World people . . . it's a great site that connects you to bloggers all over the world (hence the name). It's similiar to SITS in that each day they have a featured blogger . . . well a few days ago Psycho Knitter was featured. BATW asks that you give a "tour" of where you are living on your day so that we understand "a day in the life" of you. Psycho Knitter is an american living in Iraq and is a pretty cool chick if you ask me . . .

Well, I started following her blog and then she had a contest to win knitting needles and yarn . . . I'm a crocheter, but I wanted to learn knitting so I entered . . . AND I WON (well, I half won because she split the prize, but don't rain on my parade) . . . . YEAH for me!

So, go check her out and give her some comment love! :-)

On a lighter note . . .

This morning I was on auto-pilot . . .

brush teeth . . . check
shower . . . check
dry-off . . . check

and so on . . .

JT woke up . . .

pick-up baby . . . check
change diaper . . . check
change from PJ's to day outfit . . . check
put dirty diaper in hamper . . . check
put PJ's in diaper genie . . . what a second . . .

Darnit, I put the dirty diaper in the hamper . . . nice move Mama, hehehe . . . . at least I can laugh at myself! :-)

Ouch!

Dear JT's Nurse,

I know its your job to give my baby his "shots". I know you have probably given about a billion shots in your lifetime as a nurse. I'm sure you are immune to the screaming. I know my son is just another one of your patients.

BUT could you just try and be a little sympathetic. Show a little bit of "niceness". I'm not asking for a lot just a little.

Try soothing him before just grabbing his jaw and making him drink the "rottovirus" liquid vaccine. Then with the shots. Could you not drag it out for so long? Could you maybe speed it up just a little so that it's over before he knows it started?

And when he starts the silent cry (you know the one before it gets really really loud) could you NOT say, "okay, those two weren't so bad, this one's gonna be worse!" Really, was that necessary?

And I'm not even going to mention that we had to wait for 45 minutes past our appointment time . . . really if you are that far behind just let us know instead of the on going *knock knock* "okay, you're up next" for abour 30 minutes.

Then when the doctor is with us, could you not interrupt our well waited for, too short, suppose to be undivided attention with our doctor to "ask a quick question about the other patient". I almost said "No, this is OUR time, lady, back off". Almost . . .

Then, finally, after you made my little boy scream his little head off whilte giving him shots, could you maybe put bandaids on that actually stick so that while I try to calm my baby and tell him "it's all over now, it's okay, mama's got you" I don't get his blood all over my shirt? Then when I ask for more bandaids could you refrain from saying "yeah, the first one's I put on never stick well, hehehe". It's not funny!

-Toots, JT's Mommy