We've all heard it before, "Keep your friends close and your enemies closer." I'm sure some of us have even said it once or twice. The more I look at the things and people in my life the more I'm starting to disagree and wonder what idiot said that in the first place.
more to come....it's baby bed time.
XOXO
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Are you afraid of the dark?
......if you're my 5 month old baby the answer is yes! Scoff if you want. Try and tell me that she's too young to have fears like that. Right after you say these things, please come stay a few nights at our house. The screaming and crying happen in the dark. A light on somewhere is a-okay. The minute you turn it off, screams, squeals, and tears! Yeah...that's what I'd call afraid of the dark.
Time to make a bottle and get to rocking....lights out. Game face on.
XOXO
Time to make a bottle and get to rocking....lights out. Game face on.
XOXO
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Early Morning Musing...
It's quarter to 8am. I've been awake for almost two hours. This is the life I live now. . . and it gets worse. I'm enjoying a nice warm cup of coffee and watching Dr. Phil. Go ahead and judge me. I'm judging myself.
In my defense, the only thing on in these wee hours are infomercials, the 2343489057th repeat of Keeping up with the Kardashians, Dr. Phil and the occasional movie. More often than not, the movies aren't enough to keep me awake. At least Dr. Phil is crazy enough to keep my attention. Seriously...this morning's episode is about a couple fearing their FOUR year old is gay. He wants to know why "God didn't make me a girl?" Did I mention that this mom is openly "homophobic?" She is blaming this on his watching The Little Mermaid and wanting to have long hair and wear dresses. I couldn't make this stuff up! Maybe Dr. Phil is, but I'm buying it. Geraldo is trying to be a real journalist. Sally Jesse has retired, and Maury is all baby daddy all the time. What's a girl to do?
Not to mention that now, I just feel like it's what I should be doing. Until May, I'm a stay at home mommy and wife. I wouldn't have it any other way. I've said it before and I'll say it again. I'm an old-fashioned lady. I love staying home and raising my daughter. I have no problem thinking that my place in the house is the kitchen. Any time I can, I try to have dinner ready or cooking when my husband gets home. He works hard all day to provide for his girls, and I want to do what I can for him.
In all honesty, this time of day is my favorite. It's quiet outside. Lucy has a breakfast bottle and we talk in the morning. Now she is just playing in her Jumperoo stopping occasionally to jabber at me and laugh. She is her happiest in the morning. Even though she kept me up until around 1:30am, I love watching and playing with her in the morning. This is the time just for the two of us. I don't worry about dishes, laundry, cooking or cleaning at this hour. That's what the day after sunrise is for. It also helps to know that naptime is coming right around the corner.
Oooooh, next up on Dr. Phil, what it's like living with bi-polar disorder. I know some people I should DVR this for.
Good morning from her Jumeroo to yours!
XOXO
Meagan
In my defense, the only thing on in these wee hours are infomercials, the 2343489057th repeat of Keeping up with the Kardashians, Dr. Phil and the occasional movie. More often than not, the movies aren't enough to keep me awake. At least Dr. Phil is crazy enough to keep my attention. Seriously...this morning's episode is about a couple fearing their FOUR year old is gay. He wants to know why "God didn't make me a girl?" Did I mention that this mom is openly "homophobic?" She is blaming this on his watching The Little Mermaid and wanting to have long hair and wear dresses. I couldn't make this stuff up! Maybe Dr. Phil is, but I'm buying it. Geraldo is trying to be a real journalist. Sally Jesse has retired, and Maury is all baby daddy all the time. What's a girl to do?
Not to mention that now, I just feel like it's what I should be doing. Until May, I'm a stay at home mommy and wife. I wouldn't have it any other way. I've said it before and I'll say it again. I'm an old-fashioned lady. I love staying home and raising my daughter. I have no problem thinking that my place in the house is the kitchen. Any time I can, I try to have dinner ready or cooking when my husband gets home. He works hard all day to provide for his girls, and I want to do what I can for him.
In all honesty, this time of day is my favorite. It's quiet outside. Lucy has a breakfast bottle and we talk in the morning. Now she is just playing in her Jumperoo stopping occasionally to jabber at me and laugh. She is her happiest in the morning. Even though she kept me up until around 1:30am, I love watching and playing with her in the morning. This is the time just for the two of us. I don't worry about dishes, laundry, cooking or cleaning at this hour. That's what the day after sunrise is for. It also helps to know that naptime is coming right around the corner.
Oooooh, next up on Dr. Phil, what it's like living with bi-polar disorder. I know some people I should DVR this for.
Good morning from her Jumeroo to yours!
XOXO
Meagan
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
*Stepping on SoapBox*
Reread that title...you've been warned.
What is it with adults acting like high school Juniors?? My upstairs neighbor isn't even mature enough to be considered a high school senior. Our landlord lives in one of the Carolinas...I can't remember which one, but it doesn't really matter for the rant.
Ben and I moved into our current apartment in April. We decided to move into the one we did for a lot of reasons. A very big reason was the basement laundry facility. We were told there are three washers and dryers in the basement, one for each apt. When we moved in, however, there was ONE working washer and ONE working dryer. Our upstairs neighbor, let's call her Candy, informed me that the washer was HER personal washer. Her boyfriend/fiance/eff budy bought it at an auction with their own money and it's hers, but we can use it as long as she doesn't need it. How thoughtful. Apparently, the boys ( I say boys but in truth, they're probably older than I am) in the side apartment over fill washers and dryers and ruin them. Now, I went to college. I have stuffed PLENTY of washers and dryers and they all lived to was and dry for many moons after. So maybe...just maybe, our landlord's dad who handles all the repair man things is buying shit washers and dryers, but that's neither here nor there.
I let the laundry situation go when our landlord came to visit and was genuinely upset at how the basement situation was being handled. After all, aren't we grown ups who can take care of our own needs?
*Just a side note....I also kept my mouth shut when Candy's boyfriend/fiance/eff budy was SNORING on the FLOOR at the top of the stairs outside their door. (On more than one occasion)
When Ben was in Georgia for three weeks, Lucy and I were home alone. As a lady, I never remember to take out the trash. That's man work. We have an old fashioned marriage and I don't handle the trash. Our upstairs neighbors' trash cans are along the side of the house next to our trash cans. The SECOND week Ben was gone I got a text from the landlord. More or less it said "please take your own trash cans to the street on trash day." Ben had been gone for two weeks...if even that. So since April when we moved in, that's TWO trash days that our trash had been taken out to the curb by the neighbors. Please keep in mind that no one asked them to take the cans to the street. She could have left them by our side door. I sent the landlord an apology text. I'm not sure why she couldn't walk her stupid ass downstairs and day something to me. I continued to keep my mouth shut.
Our little upper/lower/side house apartment thing has street parking. We are the only house on the block without a driveway so parking isn't a huge deal. Sometimes you just have to park a little farther down than desirable. Ben and I bought a new vehicle a few weeks ago and considered parking one of our vehicles down the block as to free up some in front of the house parking because we're decent people. I can promise you that won't be happening now! Candy took it upon herself to YELL at Ben like she's his fucking mother or something. She told him that he had to pull up as close to the fire hydrant as he could so there is room for everyone to park. Okay. No big deal, we're still adjusting to how big the new vehicle is in real life. Well when I got home that night, she yelled at me for the same thing. WHILE I WAS ON THE PHONE! I let this slide too. I brushed it off because she's a little/lot crazy. A friend of mine has been staying with us until she moves back to Alabama. That makes one more car fighting for parking. She normally has parked down the block so that she leaves a space in front of the house. Guess who got another text from her landlord....that's right, ME! This time he told me "Due to the lack of parking and out of consideration for one another, the parking directly in front of the house is for tenants only." I have a few problems with that. Number one...prove to me that the random car is from one of our friends. The whole other side of the street is a no parking zone. Secondly and most importantly IT'S STREET PARKING. That means THE CITY owns the parking, not you Mr. Landlord! If someone keys my car parked on the street are you going to pay for it? Probably not because that's public parking!
Like I said, my friend was only here for a little over a week so I'll give it to Candy. She surely is a believer in the squeaky mouse getting the cheese or whatever. I just wish that one time, she could knock on our door and have a grown up conversation making a request to my face instead of whining to the landlord like a five year old to mommy. Then maybe I could get rid of all this Halloween candy I have and couldn't give to trick-or-treaters because her friends came over, PARKED IN MY EFFING SPOT, and sat on the whole porch to give out their candy. I'm talking...we took Lucy out the side door because we couldn't get out of the main front door. Neighbor rant over. Thanks for staying with me.
XOXO
Meagan
What is it with adults acting like high school Juniors?? My upstairs neighbor isn't even mature enough to be considered a high school senior. Our landlord lives in one of the Carolinas...I can't remember which one, but it doesn't really matter for the rant.
Ben and I moved into our current apartment in April. We decided to move into the one we did for a lot of reasons. A very big reason was the basement laundry facility. We were told there are three washers and dryers in the basement, one for each apt. When we moved in, however, there was ONE working washer and ONE working dryer. Our upstairs neighbor, let's call her Candy, informed me that the washer was HER personal washer. Her boyfriend/fiance/eff budy bought it at an auction with their own money and it's hers, but we can use it as long as she doesn't need it. How thoughtful. Apparently, the boys ( I say boys but in truth, they're probably older than I am) in the side apartment over fill washers and dryers and ruin them. Now, I went to college. I have stuffed PLENTY of washers and dryers and they all lived to was and dry for many moons after. So maybe...just maybe, our landlord's dad who handles all the repair man things is buying shit washers and dryers, but that's neither here nor there.
I let the laundry situation go when our landlord came to visit and was genuinely upset at how the basement situation was being handled. After all, aren't we grown ups who can take care of our own needs?
*Just a side note....I also kept my mouth shut when Candy's boyfriend/fiance/eff budy was SNORING on the FLOOR at the top of the stairs outside their door. (On more than one occasion)
When Ben was in Georgia for three weeks, Lucy and I were home alone. As a lady, I never remember to take out the trash. That's man work. We have an old fashioned marriage and I don't handle the trash. Our upstairs neighbors' trash cans are along the side of the house next to our trash cans. The SECOND week Ben was gone I got a text from the landlord. More or less it said "please take your own trash cans to the street on trash day." Ben had been gone for two weeks...if even that. So since April when we moved in, that's TWO trash days that our trash had been taken out to the curb by the neighbors. Please keep in mind that no one asked them to take the cans to the street. She could have left them by our side door. I sent the landlord an apology text. I'm not sure why she couldn't walk her stupid ass downstairs and day something to me. I continued to keep my mouth shut.
Our little upper/lower/side house apartment thing has street parking. We are the only house on the block without a driveway so parking isn't a huge deal. Sometimes you just have to park a little farther down than desirable. Ben and I bought a new vehicle a few weeks ago and considered parking one of our vehicles down the block as to free up some in front of the house parking because we're decent people. I can promise you that won't be happening now! Candy took it upon herself to YELL at Ben like she's his fucking mother or something. She told him that he had to pull up as close to the fire hydrant as he could so there is room for everyone to park. Okay. No big deal, we're still adjusting to how big the new vehicle is in real life. Well when I got home that night, she yelled at me for the same thing. WHILE I WAS ON THE PHONE! I let this slide too. I brushed it off because she's a little/lot crazy. A friend of mine has been staying with us until she moves back to Alabama. That makes one more car fighting for parking. She normally has parked down the block so that she leaves a space in front of the house. Guess who got another text from her landlord....that's right, ME! This time he told me "Due to the lack of parking and out of consideration for one another, the parking directly in front of the house is for tenants only." I have a few problems with that. Number one...prove to me that the random car is from one of our friends. The whole other side of the street is a no parking zone. Secondly and most importantly IT'S STREET PARKING. That means THE CITY owns the parking, not you Mr. Landlord! If someone keys my car parked on the street are you going to pay for it? Probably not because that's public parking!
Like I said, my friend was only here for a little over a week so I'll give it to Candy. She surely is a believer in the squeaky mouse getting the cheese or whatever. I just wish that one time, she could knock on our door and have a grown up conversation making a request to my face instead of whining to the landlord like a five year old to mommy. Then maybe I could get rid of all this Halloween candy I have and couldn't give to trick-or-treaters because her friends came over, PARKED IN MY EFFING SPOT, and sat on the whole porch to give out their candy. I'm talking...we took Lucy out the side door because we couldn't get out of the main front door. Neighbor rant over. Thanks for staying with me.
XOXO
Meagan
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Dear Carlos.
I'm sure the only person reading this stupid thing...if you even read it, so I'm dedicating this entry to you! I miss my brown brother quite terribly. I wish we would've made more of an effort to hang out in 2006. I can only imagine the shenanigans we could have cooked up. I mean, you may not remember, but I remember ordering chinese and watching Adam Sandler in your room. That was the beginning of something beautiful.
I would also have more memories of 2008, if we hadn't spent the whole summer wasted. It was so nice getting to Skype with you and letting you see Lucy. She needs to know how to stay hood. I'm trying to show her but you would be helpful. You should absolutely come visit sometime soon. There are lots of people in town who would love to see you. Most importantly though, me and Lucy.
In case you ever get doubtful, I love you more than bears love honey and more than black people don't tip!
I would also have more memories of 2008, if we hadn't spent the whole summer wasted. It was so nice getting to Skype with you and letting you see Lucy. She needs to know how to stay hood. I'm trying to show her but you would be helpful. You should absolutely come visit sometime soon. There are lots of people in town who would love to see you. Most importantly though, me and Lucy.
In case you ever get doubtful, I love you more than bears love honey and more than black people don't tip!
I can hear the bells....
It's funny to sit and think that when I started this blog, I had no idea I would be married a few months later. I couldn't be happier than I am with Ben. I just hope that our spur of the moment wedding isn't something we grow to regret doing. I won't have a "wedding dress" to show Lucy when she grows up. I didn't have bridesmaids or a flower girl. When I start thinking things like that I realize how dumb I'm being. Those things don't make a wedding. Ben and I...that's what matters. We are in love. We want to stay together forever. Those are the important things. I shake my head when I hear people say they've been planning their weddings since childhood. How can you plan something without having the only thing that matters, a husband?!! Bitches be crazy. Even though we didn't have a huge to do, our families were there. Lucy was there, and we professed our love to each other. That's the stuff that matters. I just hope that we raise Lucy to believe the same way....I hope she knows that dresses and flowers and church venues aren't what make a wedding day special. I hope she knows that expensive rings don't guarantee happiness. I hope she knows that Barbie will live just fine without Ken.
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Left behind....and I'm not talking Kirk Cameron.
I should have known that everyone is full of crap. Of course before Lucy got here everyone reassured me that things wouldn't change. I knew better. Even though I knew they were blowing smoke up my ass it still stings. I hate seeing that people are out at dinners together and no one thought I would be interested in going. Ben is in Georgia for three weeks with the car leaving Lucy and I to hang out in the house all day for three weeks. I get that people don't want to be hanging out with a baby all the time....I really do, but it still hurts my feelings. A lot.
Speaking of Ben being in Georgia for three weeks. It's pretty much killing me. Not only is my best friend gone, I have no way to get around. I'm constantly relying on people doing me favors and favors are pretty hard to come by these days. I guess I didn't realize how much I needed him around, or how much I relied on him for pretty much everything. Don't get me wrong, Lucy and I are doing just fine without him. I'm in no way just laying around crying, but there is definitely a part of me missing. Lucy can obviously tell that he's gone. She gets really excited when she sees him on Skype. It makes me happy to see her react to him like that.
Aside from feeling left behind by my friends, life is pretty awesome. I love waking up to Lucy's face. I enjoy spending every day with her. Having the weeks off from work has been really good. I can't imagine when I have to put her in daycare. It's definitely something I hope we can avoid. I don't want to miss out on all the cool stuff she does. My mom and grandma are coming to visit next week so there is lots of cleaning to be done. I guess that's how I'll spend my night. Not like there's much else going on for me....
Speaking of Ben being in Georgia for three weeks. It's pretty much killing me. Not only is my best friend gone, I have no way to get around. I'm constantly relying on people doing me favors and favors are pretty hard to come by these days. I guess I didn't realize how much I needed him around, or how much I relied on him for pretty much everything. Don't get me wrong, Lucy and I are doing just fine without him. I'm in no way just laying around crying, but there is definitely a part of me missing. Lucy can obviously tell that he's gone. She gets really excited when she sees him on Skype. It makes me happy to see her react to him like that.
Aside from feeling left behind by my friends, life is pretty awesome. I love waking up to Lucy's face. I enjoy spending every day with her. Having the weeks off from work has been really good. I can't imagine when I have to put her in daycare. It's definitely something I hope we can avoid. I don't want to miss out on all the cool stuff she does. My mom and grandma are coming to visit next week so there is lots of cleaning to be done. I guess that's how I'll spend my night. Not like there's much else going on for me....
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Just call us the Jeffersons!
I've never really kept a blog before, but I've got a lot of free time on my hands these days so I suppose it can't hurt to give it a try.
Ben and I got a lot of moving done today. We put a lot of our stuff into our new place. I'm so excited to be moving. I love my roommates and have had nothing but good times with them, but it's time for Ben and I to get ready for our new family. We only have 7 more weeks for it to be just the two of us. . . and that's if you believe the doctors on when this baby will make her debut. I am not one of those people.
There is a lot on my mind and I'm sure it will come out in due time, but not today. I'm one tired momma. Moving at 7 months pregnant may not have been my wisest decision!
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