Yeah, I'm old

Confessions of a (insert age here) woman:

ADM bloghop style

It’s time for the ADM blog hop again! This month, Andrea, over at Are you listening? is hosting. Her first topic is very fitting over here at our little site:

So....do I really need to say that I'm in my 30's?! Can we pretend....if only for a little bit....that I'm holding strong to 29?? Please?? :)
Bah. Getting old sucks.
 
.....here are my confessions......
 
* I wish I could lose this weight. It bothers me so much more then I let on. I diet and fail, diet and fail, diet and fail. My problem is that I love food too much. For real.
 
* I have baby fever and it's getting pretty bad.
 
* I'm terrified at the thought of having 3 kids.
 
* I love shoes. Like L.O.V.E. Seriously. I can't say that enough.  Between me and the girlies, we're rockin somewhere around 150/175 pairs. yeah. It's a sickness
 
* I'm terrified of the dark. To the core of my being.
 
* I love french fries.
 
* I spend far too much time wishing my days away.
 
* I regret part of my college years.
 
* I can't share spoons with anyone. Not Mike, not the girls, not anyone. Except the cat. Cat spit = ok; human spit = vomit
 
* I'm scared of becoming a SAHM because of fear of failing at it
 
* I can be very sarcastic
 
* I suck at singing. So much so that the dog whines when I make any attempt to.
 
* I am an extremely picky eater.
 
* Although I don't regret my 20's, I wish I could have a 'do-over' for a lot of them
 
* Super anal people annoy me
 
* I wish I had the courage to cloth diaper
 
* I despise talking on the phone. Text, email, or fb me.
 
* I am in love with Cherry Coke Zero. Mmmmmmmmmm
 
* I watch ICarly. Even when I'm the only one watching tv.
 
* I fully believe in Karma.
 
* I wish my family was closer. Not in the physical sense, but in the emotional-family-type sense.
 
* I think my house is haunted. Not in a totally mean ghost type of way, but I think someone is here. It creeps me out when Mike's not here
 
 
Next?!

Just some pics!

I've written 3 different blog entries today. Then deleted them. I guess they kept being too snarky even for me! :) So instead of trying to come up with something positive today (just ain't happenin') I will instead show you pics of my beautiful girlies from the other day while we were taking Valentines pics. :)

Make your own decisions, not somebody else's......

This week’s ADM Blog Hop:

What is the best advice you received but never thought you’d use?

When I was growing up, I tended to be a follower. I hated leading, I hated being the first to try something, I hated putting myself out there so as the saying goes. It was just so much easier following. Liking what someone else liked, and having the opinion of a friend just seemed so much of an easy road to take.

"Make your own decisions, not somebody else's"

That's what my Mom would say to me.

But, I didn't.

I started smoking in high school because my friends did. I went to a college that friends were going to. I picked my major in college because that was what my family wanted. I stayed with a boyfriend because my friends liked him. I chopped my hair because my roommate did. Went on a pretty intense diet because someone else did.

Yeah.

It wasn't until I met Mike and started dating him that I started following my Mom's advice.

"Make your own decisions" she'd say,

"Not somebody else's".

And I listened.

I went back to listening to dance music because I liked it. My friends were still listening to rap, but you know what I decided? I didn't like rap. In fact I hated it. That was my first step.

It seems stupid, it does. Even writing it out, I'm thinking to myself what a weak, ignorant person I use to be. I didn't think for myself, live for myself, or do for myself.

"Make your own decisions"

Mike and I moved to Cleveland shortly after dating for a job opportunity for him. Everyone was against us because we didn't know each other that long....my family huffed and puffed about it, my friends were having the serious talks with us. But I did what my heart told me to....and I made my own decision.

My Dad quit talking to us for about 4 months. Not a word, a peep, a glance....nadda. We were "playing house" after all by not being married. But I made my own decision and not somebody else's.

We obviously got married a few years later, then decided to start a family, and had Livi. (no drugs involved...another big to-do about that!) And of course by having children, there's that plethora of unwanted advice on how to "properly" raise a child.

I would think the biggest decision we made was to not vaccinate. Oh boy did I open a huge can of worms with that one. So I started to cave. But then Mike brought me back to why I made that decision in the first place. And maybe my decisions on not to vaccinate don't make sense to the majority of people, and you know what? I don't care. It was my decision to make. But...I think that's another whole blog topic right there ;)

We ended up moving back to Erie. Another HUGE decision that we had to make and stick with it. We both loved our jobs in Cleveland. Like, really really loved them. (I actually stayed 2 weeks more in Cleveland while Mike was in Erie because I didn't want to leave. Sick, huh? Ha!) But we knew that moving was the best decision for us as a family. Our decision....nobody else's.

I could go on and on about different occurrences throughout the years, but I won't bore you anymore ;) But I still keep my Mom's advice there. I try to instill in Olivia and Violet what was instilled in me over the years. And I know it won't sink in immediately...we all have our growing to do...but it's there. And I'll be there for them the way my parents were there for me.

Lovies

Join our Blog Hop! This week's topic is from Sara on lovies :)

Topic: Share how your child, or you, or someone you know, found and adopted his/her lovey and the importance of it in his/her life. As a bonus, feel free to add cute pictures of your little ones with their loveys

Lovies.
Let's start with Blankik (blank-ick for those wondering).....

Blankik entered our lives at my baby shower....way back in September 2004....

And when Livi was brought home, it was our #1 go-to blankie....

....and hasn't left her side since.

And now, she is 6. Blankik (who had a name change from Bubba to Blankik somewhere around age 3.5....)goes everywhere with us. EV.ERY.WHERE. Livi has even been sneaking her in her backpack to kindergarten. Yep, that's right folks...she takes her to school. Blankik used to be a very nice, vibrant, soft pink....way back 6 years ago. Now? Well she's a little, eh, not so vibrant. We have tried to get another one with absolutely zero luck. We've even had Livi pick out new ones...."Bubba", "Flower", "Blankie"....but Blankik still reigns supreme.

And I'm fine with it. Heck, I still have my blankie from when I was born. It's ripped, and stained, and, well, just plain ole Old. But I love it. It still hangs out in our bedroom every night as well. :)
But Livi is attached. And I don't see anything wrong with that. Let her have her fun (because you know Blankik can be a cape, a person, a blankie, a skirt, and more!) and enjoy her childhood :)


Now onto V....
Little Miss Violet doesn't really have one as of yet. I know at her age Livi was already deeply attatched so I don't know if V just won't have one? She likes going to sleep with one, but it doesn't really matter to her which one it is.
This is the one that we tried pawning onto her :)

And if anything, I would say she likes that one best. But is it her, or is it just because that's the one that any of us grab first? Hmmmmm...

But I had to take this picture this morning.....my girlies and their loveys :)

Sweet pic of the day :)

It's been a crappy day, crappy week so yeah. So instead of dwelling, here's a sweet pic of the girlies :)