My favorite part of everyday with my little one is when "Boo" comes up to me in the morning and we snuggle. Every morning I say, " Good morning my best girl. I love you so much" and in return she says,
"Mommy I love you" while her little hands are around my neck. I ask her every time, " You do?" and she always replies,"I do, I do!"
Sometimes I even get a, " You're my best mommy in the whoooole world" Those days are my absolute favorite and I know in spite of all my doubts, I must be doing something right.
Friday, April 20, 2012
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Inside my head for a minute...
I was on the phone with a friend and I wasn't pay attention... She caught me and said, I would LOVE to be in your head for a bit...So here I will give you ONE minute inside my head...I am timing this (luckily I type almost as fast as I think)
Enjoy.. it goes on like this all day and through out most of the night... Not even medication can stop this...
- 8:03 Lissi has 7 minutes till the bus
- Thank god its breakfast for lunch today and I don't have to make a sandwich for her
- Tea is ready
- Who ever thought of ice cube trays was genius
- I really should get in the shower
- Is she done in there? I want to take a shower
- I have to get mom
- I have to cancel bible study
- Have to get Lissi an outfit for all county chorus
- Will the food coloring be off Tay's face by Sat
- I am missing garage sales Saturday
- I have to pack up that order to the UK
- Why aren't I selling much lately at MushMonkey
- I should mop the floors
- Christian Grey
- I hope my books come soon
- Christian Grey
- I need to plant those seeds
- Is the camera charged
- I need to be on the beach badly
- I need a new bathing suit
- I should really start working out
- YEA RIGHT
- Maybe its all the sugar in my tea that makes me feel chubbster
- Sure its not all the brownies... LOL
- I miss Nanny
- I should call her
- She's not up yet
- 8:04 Lissi has 6 minutes till bus
- Gotta text Jess good morning
- Wonder how my other kiddies are?
- White Bright... I need some, best laundry whitener EVER
- Have to send in payment for booth at flea market
- Pull the pails in
- Wonder when moms gonna call
- Shower is free
- crap now I am typing thought and have to wait another minute to get in
- Haven't heard from Fool in a few days
- K I love you have a good day Liss
- I should paint that furniture in the garage while mom is here to help
- Taylor is too quiet right now
- Nursery school, have to call about registration
- Have to hide 50 shades of grey so Liss doesn't come across it
- We should get a cow and some chickens
- That documentary scared me
- He really butchered the cherry blossom tree yesterday
- I need to rearrange the furniture on the first floor
- Shit I have to pick up that table at Gina's
- Mmmm first sip of tea, I love tea
- Thinks its cause I'm English?
- I wish tea was easier to make like in a coffee pot, less steps just brew and be done
- I hate dipping the tea bag
- I wish Dunkin Donuts was closer, tea tastes so much better when someone else makes it
- Why doesn't dunkin donuts sell tea bags?
- Beach
- Girls weekend, we have been talking about it, we should plan it, I will call everyone later
- What should I wear today, god I don't want to straighten my hair
- I wish I had Lissi's hair
- Tay needs a hair cut, gotta make an appointment
- I need my roots done
Enjoy.. it goes on like this all day and through out most of the night... Not even medication can stop this...
Monday, April 16, 2012
Creative Outlets
I am creative by nature. I want to make a million things at any given time. I want to blog, host parties, open my own store, keep the perfect house, plant a beautiful garden, refinish furniture, re-arrange furniture, pretty much anything to do with decorating and creating beauty where I live.
Why? Cause I am good at it. I am not saying that to be cocky, but I am damn good at it. My brain sees things others don't. If I am in your house, bet your ass I am re-arranging your furniture in my head and silently decorating and painting your house from top to bottom. It's not that I don't like your decor ( I might not like it but I would never tell you) but that's what my brain does. It's a sickness I think sometimes. I pick up a little bird figurine or see a damn spoon and create a whole room and color scheme off of that one item.
Better Homes and Gardens is my bible... When most girls were reading YM or Seventeen Magazine I was already idolizing Martha Stewart and hoarding Ikea Catalogs ( Don't judge, I was 15) and BHG. I have hundreds of them. I take pages out and keep them in manila folders... I take pieces here and there and use that as a jumping off and turn it into my own idea.
But I can't do bathrooms. I don't know what it is that my brain cant see in them but I just cant plan them out.
I'll help you down to the color of the drawer organizer to hold your panties, but don't ask me what color to do your bathroom and don't even think about asking me about tile. I can't see it, that's where the brain goes blank.
My goal in life is to be in Better Homes and Gardens magazine. Wearing an obnoxiously preppy almost nautical outfit Why, you ask me again? Because I like stripes in my clothes. I look good in stripes and I like navy blue with white and yellow. Plus I love the ocean. Enough said.
Lately I have been itching. Itching to do SOMETHING in my house to make an impact. Just cleaning it everyday is no longer satisfying my urge. I bought new towels, that held me for like a second till the kids messed them up , fresh spring linens on the beds, that helped me for an hour... Re-arranged my glass front cabinets in the kitchen but nothing is fulfilling this appetite to decorate. It's like a physical pain I feel when I am unable to have my outlet.
SIDE NOTE : I think this is why I like to get a new apartment almost every single year, it was something new to decorate and organize and arrange... and why buying a house scared the hell out of me, I knew I would get restless.
But my living room, my home's center piece, my heart, is calling to me... Finish me... Make me beautiful... Tell your child to stop drawing on my walls so you can get new furniture already...and don't even get me started on that pathetic excuse of an area rug, HAVE YOU SEEN HOW BIG THIS ROOM IS?And you with your crappy ass little rug. Pffft, step up your game already Miss. I am a damn good decorator.
Oh yes it mocks me.
My living room windows are shouting... We need COLOR. We are boring and bare. Yea you made us nice blah curtains but we want to stand out, we deserve to, we are the most beautiful windows on the BLOCK ( it's technically a road, but I am from LI so it's still a block to me) and we need to be dressed up. MAKE US SOMETHING PRETTY WON'T YA, LAY?
And that BIG empty space between the living room and the dining room is taunting me daily yelling " Your husband is a carpenter, built ins woman, get the man to make some freaking built ins... Use your lady powers of persuasion... We need shelves with lots of books and maybe a big ol' clock and lots of art work and more birds, you love birds don't ya?"
Oh your house doesn't talk to you? Mine does. But it's past the point of polite suggestions, it's screaming at me now. All I can say is I know, I know, I am trying, I am getting there, Taylor only grows so fast, Trish can only make things so quickly, THERE'S ONLY SO MUCH MONEY, even with the 2nd hand, making it myself, garage sales and thrifting... Hey HOUSE, do I look like Donald Trump to you? Oh you thought those were my pockets over flowing with hundreds, sorry you must have mistaken someone else on the street for me... But did you see where wind blew some of those bills cause Momma needs decorate something...
If I had to compare it, it's like an addict looking for their next fix.
If I was single and had no kids, I would forgo food to decorate. Most women would do that for purses and shoes and clothes and don't get me wrong. I love them too, but not as much as I would coming home to a magazine worthy, white couched, airy and organized house.
If I had the money my house would bebeautiful, sick,awesome, A- wait for it- MAZING!.
And one day it will be, but for now slow and steady smothers the creative brain and ups the OCD meds...
So the "conversation" with my house continues...but if I don't get a room finished soon or get to make an impact somewhere to satisfy this urge, I might just be caught in the middle of the night with a paint brush and a color I will regret in the morning....
Why? Cause I am good at it. I am not saying that to be cocky, but I am damn good at it. My brain sees things others don't. If I am in your house, bet your ass I am re-arranging your furniture in my head and silently decorating and painting your house from top to bottom. It's not that I don't like your decor ( I might not like it but I would never tell you) but that's what my brain does. It's a sickness I think sometimes. I pick up a little bird figurine or see a damn spoon and create a whole room and color scheme off of that one item.
Better Homes and Gardens is my bible... When most girls were reading YM or Seventeen Magazine I was already idolizing Martha Stewart and hoarding Ikea Catalogs ( Don't judge, I was 15) and BHG. I have hundreds of them. I take pages out and keep them in manila folders... I take pieces here and there and use that as a jumping off and turn it into my own idea.
But I can't do bathrooms. I don't know what it is that my brain cant see in them but I just cant plan them out.
I'll help you down to the color of the drawer organizer to hold your panties, but don't ask me what color to do your bathroom and don't even think about asking me about tile. I can't see it, that's where the brain goes blank.
My goal in life is to be in Better Homes and Gardens magazine. Wearing an obnoxiously preppy almost nautical outfit Why, you ask me again? Because I like stripes in my clothes. I look good in stripes and I like navy blue with white and yellow. Plus I love the ocean. Enough said.
Lately I have been itching. Itching to do SOMETHING in my house to make an impact. Just cleaning it everyday is no longer satisfying my urge. I bought new towels, that held me for like a second till the kids messed them up , fresh spring linens on the beds, that helped me for an hour... Re-arranged my glass front cabinets in the kitchen but nothing is fulfilling this appetite to decorate. It's like a physical pain I feel when I am unable to have my outlet.
SIDE NOTE : I think this is why I like to get a new apartment almost every single year, it was something new to decorate and organize and arrange... and why buying a house scared the hell out of me, I knew I would get restless.
But my living room, my home's center piece, my heart, is calling to me... Finish me... Make me beautiful... Tell your child to stop drawing on my walls so you can get new furniture already...and don't even get me started on that pathetic excuse of an area rug, HAVE YOU SEEN HOW BIG THIS ROOM IS?And you with your crappy ass little rug. Pffft, step up your game already Miss. I am a damn good decorator.
Oh yes it mocks me.
My living room windows are shouting... We need COLOR. We are boring and bare. Yea you made us nice blah curtains but we want to stand out, we deserve to, we are the most beautiful windows on the BLOCK ( it's technically a road, but I am from LI so it's still a block to me) and we need to be dressed up. MAKE US SOMETHING PRETTY WON'T YA, LAY?
And that BIG empty space between the living room and the dining room is taunting me daily yelling " Your husband is a carpenter, built ins woman, get the man to make some freaking built ins... Use your lady powers of persuasion... We need shelves with lots of books and maybe a big ol' clock and lots of art work and more birds, you love birds don't ya?"
Oh your house doesn't talk to you? Mine does. But it's past the point of polite suggestions, it's screaming at me now. All I can say is I know, I know, I am trying, I am getting there, Taylor only grows so fast, Trish can only make things so quickly, THERE'S ONLY SO MUCH MONEY, even with the 2nd hand, making it myself, garage sales and thrifting... Hey HOUSE, do I look like Donald Trump to you? Oh you thought those were my pockets over flowing with hundreds, sorry you must have mistaken someone else on the street for me... But did you see where wind blew some of those bills cause Momma needs decorate something...
If I had to compare it, it's like an addict looking for their next fix.
If I was single and had no kids, I would forgo food to decorate. Most women would do that for purses and shoes and clothes and don't get me wrong. I love them too, but not as much as I would coming home to a magazine worthy, white couched, airy and organized house.
If I had the money my house would be
And one day it will be, but for now slow and steady smothers the creative brain and ups the OCD meds...
So the "conversation" with my house continues...but if I don't get a room finished soon or get to make an impact somewhere to satisfy this urge, I might just be caught in the middle of the night with a paint brush and a color I will regret in the morning....
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Broken.
Life is twisted, complicated maze of emotions. People always say, " Use your head" but I am a person whose heart trumps her head every single time.
Life can be mean, life can be confusing, life can be something that you want to approach as your friend but then it turns around and sucker punches you square in the face and it goes from being something you loved to something that has you filled with anger.
Anger is the emotion that has fueled me for a while now. Anger, resentment and hatred. It's easy to let those three things rule above all other emotions. It's easier to sit there and be angry and point blame and feel bad for yourself and your situation. Anger believe it or not, is safe. You are protected in your anger. You keep everyone at bay with anger. You don't let anyone in with anger. Me and anger were best friends for a while now. But being besties with anger is like hanging out with the kids your mom warned you about. You know you shouldn't. You know its trouble. And you know its going to leave you empty.
Emptiness is also an emotion, or lack of emotion I have burdened myself with. When you are in a situation where you love and you give and you love and you give and you get nothing in return for the duration but you ache for something, ANYTHING and get NOTHING, you are left with nothing to give and you feel empty. Hollow. Numb. You feel as if you live in a void. Just going through the motions to get through one more day, resenting your life because this IS your life.
Resentment, is easy. You can resent anyone, for anything. You can put blame anywhere to justify why you are right and how that person wronged you.
Sure, these are all great if you want to walk around like an empty shell person forever. And at some point I think I came to terms with being just that, I decided its better to feel nothing than to feel like I am nothing.
Everyone has their breaking point. Everyone has their tolerance level for bullshit. Everyone has a moment in their life that puts a crack in them a little bigger than the rest which finally breaks them. Sometimes these cracks cannot be repaired. Sometimes these cracks make you look in the mirror and ask who is this person looking back at me. Where did I go and what does this stranger want?
I broke. Finally. I allowed people to put little cracks in me over the years and I just ignored them. Little ones that I could have repaired. But I left them and pretended like they weren't there. Because I was strong and nothing and no one could hurt me.. Yea OK. Then someone put a crack in my structure and continued to work at that crack until it broke me. Until it broke us. But he was broken already too.
Do you know what it feels like to break? Its like losing your balance and someone spinning you out of control at the same time. But while your trying to steady yourself you have to smile and pretend like you can still walk a straight line.
Mine was 2 weeks ago. The weekend prior I took a weekend for me. Time to heal. Time to sit and evaluate my life and what I wanted, sort through emotions... But I knew that weekend was just a facade. I knew that I was just as empty when I came home, if not more so then before I left. I came home Monday feeling worse than I did before I left.
You know you are in trouble when all you want to do is get in your car, alone, and just disappear. Its was an urge that was physically manifesting itself in my body. Run, Run, RUN. Leave NOW. Get out. Make it stop, make it all go away... Was all I heard in my head.Your brain has to fight your body so that you don't just leave. I wish I could describe the state I was in or the actually physical pain I felt when those emotions began to take me over, but I can't, and frankly I don't want to revisit them.
Then that Tues. I broke. The anger boiled out of me like steam from a tea kettle. Anger was followed by hurt. This hurt had me stuck in my bed crying for days. I felt like I was losing my mind. Like I was finally going insane. At one point I thought maybe I should be committed. Crying, sleeping and yelling and crying and sleeping. That was all I was capable of and the sleeping was mostly so that I wouldn't just run out the door and never look back.
But after the crying and the sleeping and the yelling, 15 years worth of bottled up emotion, I realized, I don't have to be strong anymore. I don't have to hold it all together anymore. Its OK to be scared. Its OK to be mad and angry as long as I don't let that over take everything else. It's OK to break. It's OK to move on and not harbor all the bad, just because you let it go doesn't mean you will forget it. I realized maybe I can heal, maybe I can trust.
.
Life can be mean, life can be confusing, life can be something that you want to approach as your friend but then it turns around and sucker punches you square in the face and it goes from being something you loved to something that has you filled with anger.
Anger is the emotion that has fueled me for a while now. Anger, resentment and hatred. It's easy to let those three things rule above all other emotions. It's easier to sit there and be angry and point blame and feel bad for yourself and your situation. Anger believe it or not, is safe. You are protected in your anger. You keep everyone at bay with anger. You don't let anyone in with anger. Me and anger were best friends for a while now. But being besties with anger is like hanging out with the kids your mom warned you about. You know you shouldn't. You know its trouble. And you know its going to leave you empty.
Emptiness is also an emotion, or lack of emotion I have burdened myself with. When you are in a situation where you love and you give and you love and you give and you get nothing in return for the duration but you ache for something, ANYTHING and get NOTHING, you are left with nothing to give and you feel empty. Hollow. Numb. You feel as if you live in a void. Just going through the motions to get through one more day, resenting your life because this IS your life.
Resentment, is easy. You can resent anyone, for anything. You can put blame anywhere to justify why you are right and how that person wronged you.
Sure, these are all great if you want to walk around like an empty shell person forever. And at some point I think I came to terms with being just that, I decided its better to feel nothing than to feel like I am nothing.
Everyone has their breaking point. Everyone has their tolerance level for bullshit. Everyone has a moment in their life that puts a crack in them a little bigger than the rest which finally breaks them. Sometimes these cracks cannot be repaired. Sometimes these cracks make you look in the mirror and ask who is this person looking back at me. Where did I go and what does this stranger want?
I broke. Finally. I allowed people to put little cracks in me over the years and I just ignored them. Little ones that I could have repaired. But I left them and pretended like they weren't there. Because I was strong and nothing and no one could hurt me.. Yea OK. Then someone put a crack in my structure and continued to work at that crack until it broke me. Until it broke us. But he was broken already too.
Do you know what it feels like to break? Its like losing your balance and someone spinning you out of control at the same time. But while your trying to steady yourself you have to smile and pretend like you can still walk a straight line.
Mine was 2 weeks ago. The weekend prior I took a weekend for me. Time to heal. Time to sit and evaluate my life and what I wanted, sort through emotions... But I knew that weekend was just a facade. I knew that I was just as empty when I came home, if not more so then before I left. I came home Monday feeling worse than I did before I left.
You know you are in trouble when all you want to do is get in your car, alone, and just disappear. Its was an urge that was physically manifesting itself in my body. Run, Run, RUN. Leave NOW. Get out. Make it stop, make it all go away... Was all I heard in my head.Your brain has to fight your body so that you don't just leave. I wish I could describe the state I was in or the actually physical pain I felt when those emotions began to take me over, but I can't, and frankly I don't want to revisit them.
Then that Tues. I broke. The anger boiled out of me like steam from a tea kettle. Anger was followed by hurt. This hurt had me stuck in my bed crying for days. I felt like I was losing my mind. Like I was finally going insane. At one point I thought maybe I should be committed. Crying, sleeping and yelling and crying and sleeping. That was all I was capable of and the sleeping was mostly so that I wouldn't just run out the door and never look back.
But after the crying and the sleeping and the yelling, 15 years worth of bottled up emotion, I realized, I don't have to be strong anymore. I don't have to hold it all together anymore. Its OK to be scared. Its OK to be mad and angry as long as I don't let that over take everything else. It's OK to break. It's OK to move on and not harbor all the bad, just because you let it go doesn't mean you will forget it. I realized maybe I can heal, maybe I can trust.
.
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Proudly Serving....
- Stupidity
- Worthlessness
- Nothingness
- Trash
- Ignorance
- Retardedness
- Pieces of Shit
- Low Life's
- Headaches
- Burdens
- Better Off Withouts
- Cause of it ALLs
- Uselessness
- Wastes of Life
- Sorry Excuses
- Absent Mindedness
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Blogger ABC Game
I saw this on another blog and have of course removed their answers and inserted my own, but its the ABC Blog Game...
A: Age.
30... It still pains me to say this. It really hurts to write it.
B: Bed Size
Full. I had a king but I hated it. i still own it, but i prefer the full size.
C: Chore you hate
Laundry.. Its the most self defeating chore of all. It never stays done for longer than 12 hours. When your done, your just going to change your clothes for bed hence creating more. IT NEVER ENDS.
D: Dogs
Sassy, the best damn dog in the world. She is a pit / lab mix. She has the coloring of a pit but looks like a lab. She doesn't jump, doesn't bark, doesn't leave the property lines. She can be left out with out being tied up. She mothers the kids when they are outside following them everywhere to make sure they are OK. She starts the nights out on my daughter bed, but comes to sleep next to my bed once I am in for the night. She will give one low bark to let me know we have company when some one pulls in the drive and once I show her its OK, she is friendly and welcoming. BEST DOG EVER.
E: Essential start to your day
TEA. Tea, definitely tea. You can say I am a tea-aholic. I must drink like 7-10 cups a day and if I am out I am scouring for a Dunkin Donuts... (they have the best tea)
F: Favorite color
White. I know its not technically a color. But white anything looks so new and clean. It makes me feel refreshed. If I had to pick a color it would have to be color combo's.. Like Gray and Pink or Light blues with Yellows.
G: Gold or silver
I would say mainly silver or white gold. Though I have been hankering for an over sized gold watch. I think Santa is gonna buy herself one for Christmas this year.
H: Height
5'7..... Unless I have heels on, then you guarantee I'm easily 5'10 -5'11
I: Instruments you play
I used to play the viola. I loved the viola, I wish I would have seen that through. I was good at it too.
J: Job title
MOM. I am a stay at home mom. My duties include but are not limited to nurse, maid, cook, personal chef, personal driver, laundry attendant, organizer, personal shopper, party planner and tutor.
K: Kids
Two beautiful girls. One is almost 12 and the other is going to be 3 VERY soon. They are polar opposites and I adore them more than anything.
L: Live
Live everyday like its your last. Live life to the fullest. Living the dream.... LMAO
M: Mother's name
To me she's my Momma.. So that's what your gonna get from me!
N: Nickname
Work it was La La ( because I was always so happy and bubbly and walked around like la la la la )
My close friends and family call me Lay. My favorite Aunty started calling me this when I was little and it stuck. I get very offended when people try to call me this and I don't think they have the right to. Very select and chosen few are allowed because the name is so personal. And my hubby's pet name for me is Juanita. I am not Spanish, it bares no resemblance to my actual name and I don't even know why he calls me this but he does. I am Juanita and I love that I am. But because of Juanita my husband has been renamed Trish. We are Trish and Juanita. Worst part is we both answer to these names in public, if he yells it out and vice versa in stores we will answer.
O: Overnight hospital stays
Once for a major surgery I had in 2001 and when both of my children were born.
P: Pet peeves
Dishes on the counter next to the sink. Nothing gets me more annoyed than this. Arrogance. It peeves me when people are egotistical and arrogant.
Q: Quote from a film
“I always thought insanity would be a dark, bitter feeling, but it is drenching and delicious if you really roll around in it.” - The Help
“Ever morning, until you dead in the ground, you gone have to make this decision. You gone have to ask yourself, "Am I gone believe what them fools say about me today?” - The Help
“You is kind. You is smart. You is important.” - The Help
R: Right or left handed?
Rightie, I come from a long line of them!
S: Siblings
A sister who is only 16 months younger than me I always used to sing to her " she's my sister, I love my sister" from the kids show Barney.. She hated that. A brother who is 10 years younger and I love and adore. And a half brother who is 24 years younger than me. He was born already an Uncle to my oldest... LOL.
T: Time you wake up
Usually around 6:50... I have to get the kids up by 7:30, I appreciate that time alone and quiet to clean up make lunches, have my tea and feed the dog.
U: Underwear
I have them, yes. I wear them sometimes.... Ha!
V:Vegetable you hate
Brussel Sprouts. I just don't like them.
W: What makes you run late
This little person in my house who is 2 and hates to get dressed and stay clean for longer than 3 minutes. Or her father who likes to wait till 2 minutes before we have to leave because " I'm a guy and it only takes me 2 minutes to get dressed" (20 minutes later we can finally leave)
X: X-Rays you've had
Back, shoulder, tummy, head, face, pelvis. Funny though, I have never broken anything except my nose....
Y: Yummy food that you make
I have to say that lately my pot roast has been pretty kick ass!
Z:Zoo animal
Elephants. Even more so since reading and watching the movie water for elephants.
A: Age.
30... It still pains me to say this. It really hurts to write it.
B: Bed Size
Full. I had a king but I hated it. i still own it, but i prefer the full size.
C: Chore you hate
Laundry.. Its the most self defeating chore of all. It never stays done for longer than 12 hours. When your done, your just going to change your clothes for bed hence creating more. IT NEVER ENDS.
D: Dogs
Sassy, the best damn dog in the world. She is a pit / lab mix. She has the coloring of a pit but looks like a lab. She doesn't jump, doesn't bark, doesn't leave the property lines. She can be left out with out being tied up. She mothers the kids when they are outside following them everywhere to make sure they are OK. She starts the nights out on my daughter bed, but comes to sleep next to my bed once I am in for the night. She will give one low bark to let me know we have company when some one pulls in the drive and once I show her its OK, she is friendly and welcoming. BEST DOG EVER.
E: Essential start to your day
TEA. Tea, definitely tea. You can say I am a tea-aholic. I must drink like 7-10 cups a day and if I am out I am scouring for a Dunkin Donuts... (they have the best tea)
F: Favorite color
White. I know its not technically a color. But white anything looks so new and clean. It makes me feel refreshed. If I had to pick a color it would have to be color combo's.. Like Gray and Pink or Light blues with Yellows.
G: Gold or silver
I would say mainly silver or white gold. Though I have been hankering for an over sized gold watch. I think Santa is gonna buy herself one for Christmas this year.
H: Height
5'7..... Unless I have heels on, then you guarantee I'm easily 5'10 -5'11
I: Instruments you play
I used to play the viola. I loved the viola, I wish I would have seen that through. I was good at it too.
J: Job title
MOM. I am a stay at home mom. My duties include but are not limited to nurse, maid, cook, personal chef, personal driver, laundry attendant, organizer, personal shopper, party planner and tutor.
K: Kids
Two beautiful girls. One is almost 12 and the other is going to be 3 VERY soon. They are polar opposites and I adore them more than anything.
L: Live
Live everyday like its your last. Live life to the fullest. Living the dream.... LMAO
M: Mother's name
To me she's my Momma.. So that's what your gonna get from me!
N: Nickname
Work it was La La ( because I was always so happy and bubbly and walked around like la la la la )
My close friends and family call me Lay. My favorite Aunty started calling me this when I was little and it stuck. I get very offended when people try to call me this and I don't think they have the right to. Very select and chosen few are allowed because the name is so personal. And my hubby's pet name for me is Juanita. I am not Spanish, it bares no resemblance to my actual name and I don't even know why he calls me this but he does. I am Juanita and I love that I am. But because of Juanita my husband has been renamed Trish. We are Trish and Juanita. Worst part is we both answer to these names in public, if he yells it out and vice versa in stores we will answer.
O: Overnight hospital stays
Once for a major surgery I had in 2001 and when both of my children were born.
P: Pet peeves
Dishes on the counter next to the sink. Nothing gets me more annoyed than this. Arrogance. It peeves me when people are egotistical and arrogant.
Q: Quote from a film
“I always thought insanity would be a dark, bitter feeling, but it is drenching and delicious if you really roll around in it.” - The Help
“Ever morning, until you dead in the ground, you gone have to make this decision. You gone have to ask yourself, "Am I gone believe what them fools say about me today?” - The Help
“You is kind. You is smart. You is important.” - The Help
R: Right or left handed?
Rightie, I come from a long line of them!
S: Siblings
A sister who is only 16 months younger than me I always used to sing to her " she's my sister, I love my sister" from the kids show Barney.. She hated that. A brother who is 10 years younger and I love and adore. And a half brother who is 24 years younger than me. He was born already an Uncle to my oldest... LOL.
T: Time you wake up
Usually around 6:50... I have to get the kids up by 7:30, I appreciate that time alone and quiet to clean up make lunches, have my tea and feed the dog.
U: Underwear
I have them, yes. I wear them sometimes.... Ha!
V:Vegetable you hate
Brussel Sprouts. I just don't like them.
W: What makes you run late
This little person in my house who is 2 and hates to get dressed and stay clean for longer than 3 minutes. Or her father who likes to wait till 2 minutes before we have to leave because " I'm a guy and it only takes me 2 minutes to get dressed" (20 minutes later we can finally leave)
X: X-Rays you've had
Back, shoulder, tummy, head, face, pelvis. Funny though, I have never broken anything except my nose....
Y: Yummy food that you make
I have to say that lately my pot roast has been pretty kick ass!
Z:Zoo animal
Elephants. Even more so since reading and watching the movie water for elephants.
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Where were you on 9/11?
I remember that morning like yesterday.
I was still living in Massapequa Park, NY with my grandparents and my almost 2 year old daughter.
I was upstairs in my apartment, getting ready for work, on what I thought was a beautiful beginning to fall morning. I had the tv on in the livingroom for background noise as I was in my bedroom getting dressed. My daughter was playing on the floor in my room, when I heard my Nanny yell up the stairs, "Turn on the news a plane just flew into the twin towers." Not thinking it was anymore than just a accident, I watched thinking those poor people.
Then the second plane hit.
My grandmother starts screaming, "It's terrorists, I knew it, its a terroist attack, all those people." It had never occured to me that that was even an option when the first plane hit, and honestly, when I watched the second one hit, it still didn't. I just sat there with my mouth open, processing her words. I remember the fear that came over my body, it was as if I was frozen. For the first time in my life I truly knew what it was to feel fear and helplessness.
I guess you can say at 20 years old, I was still nieve in the ways of the world. I thought nothing like that could ever happen in the United States. That all those types of things happened in 3rd world countries. I couldnt fathom how so much hatred could be directed at people they didnt even know.
I, for some reason, felt compelled that I should still go to work that day. I dont remember getting dressed, or leaving the house, or even the beginning of my drive, but I do remember being on the Seaford Oyster Bay Pkwy. It was morning rush hour, normally I would be in traffic, cursing the whole way.
But today I was one of FOUR cars. I remember counting four. Me and three other people who didnt know what else to do, but do like we do every other day and go to work. While I was driving, I had the radio on. I dont think I really even watched the road but kept my eyes on the sky, because I was sure then, that there we going to be more planes. As I drove, a few did fly over the parkway, whether they were planes being grounded or military planes I am not sure. But I know that when I heard them, I ducked in my car. I literally, grabbed the steering wheel and pulled my head down lower than it, thinking now they are going to fly into anything and everything in New York.
I don't remember arriving to work, it was like all of a sudden I was in the parking lot. It baffled me how I got there because as I remembered it, I was home, then on the Seaford Oyster Bay, now at work. Everything else was as if it didnt happen that morning.
I looked over in the parking lot and next to me was my co-worker. She was sitting in her car exactly like I was, glued to the radio with the same somber and terrifed look on her face. We both looked at each other then remained in our own cars for a little while longer unable to tear ourselves away from the radio.
I dont remember how long I sat there. I dont remember going into the building. I remember being inside and glad to see my best friends Becca, Nicole, and my daughters father Dan. At least they were ok and I knew that we were all together. I always felt safer when Danny was around.
The internet was out at work, so were the phones, the cell phones werent working at this point either. It felt so pointless for all of us to sit there. So far away from our families, so helpless in this tiny little office with no contact to what was happening outside around us except a radio that wasn't coming in very clearly... I think we stayed an hour or so before we decided to go home. I think we stayed out of fear of what was happening outside in world.
The ride home was the same as the ride there... One minute I was at work, the next I was home, the drive and how I got there a mystery. I remember walking in my house, hugging my Nan, who looked like she had been crying since I left, asking her if everyone in our family was accounted for. Happy when I was told yes.
I remember holding my daughter most of the day and repeatedly apologizing to her. That apology held a lot of reasons.... Sorry for the world I brought you in to. Sorry for leaving you when the world was falling apart. Sorry I couldnt do anything help those people. It was the biggest and most honest apology I had ever given to this day.
I dont remember the rest of the day as it happened... I know we all just sat there together, glued ot the tv watching the terror unfold... But I do remember bringing the baby in my bed that night, something I never did. Holding her so tight and crying myself to sleep.
I was still living in Massapequa Park, NY with my grandparents and my almost 2 year old daughter.
I was upstairs in my apartment, getting ready for work, on what I thought was a beautiful beginning to fall morning. I had the tv on in the livingroom for background noise as I was in my bedroom getting dressed. My daughter was playing on the floor in my room, when I heard my Nanny yell up the stairs, "Turn on the news a plane just flew into the twin towers." Not thinking it was anymore than just a accident, I watched thinking those poor people.
Then the second plane hit.
My grandmother starts screaming, "It's terrorists, I knew it, its a terroist attack, all those people." It had never occured to me that that was even an option when the first plane hit, and honestly, when I watched the second one hit, it still didn't. I just sat there with my mouth open, processing her words. I remember the fear that came over my body, it was as if I was frozen. For the first time in my life I truly knew what it was to feel fear and helplessness.
I guess you can say at 20 years old, I was still nieve in the ways of the world. I thought nothing like that could ever happen in the United States. That all those types of things happened in 3rd world countries. I couldnt fathom how so much hatred could be directed at people they didnt even know.
I, for some reason, felt compelled that I should still go to work that day. I dont remember getting dressed, or leaving the house, or even the beginning of my drive, but I do remember being on the Seaford Oyster Bay Pkwy. It was morning rush hour, normally I would be in traffic, cursing the whole way.
But today I was one of FOUR cars. I remember counting four. Me and three other people who didnt know what else to do, but do like we do every other day and go to work. While I was driving, I had the radio on. I dont think I really even watched the road but kept my eyes on the sky, because I was sure then, that there we going to be more planes. As I drove, a few did fly over the parkway, whether they were planes being grounded or military planes I am not sure. But I know that when I heard them, I ducked in my car. I literally, grabbed the steering wheel and pulled my head down lower than it, thinking now they are going to fly into anything and everything in New York.
I don't remember arriving to work, it was like all of a sudden I was in the parking lot. It baffled me how I got there because as I remembered it, I was home, then on the Seaford Oyster Bay, now at work. Everything else was as if it didnt happen that morning.
I looked over in the parking lot and next to me was my co-worker. She was sitting in her car exactly like I was, glued to the radio with the same somber and terrifed look on her face. We both looked at each other then remained in our own cars for a little while longer unable to tear ourselves away from the radio.
I dont remember how long I sat there. I dont remember going into the building. I remember being inside and glad to see my best friends Becca, Nicole, and my daughters father Dan. At least they were ok and I knew that we were all together. I always felt safer when Danny was around.
The internet was out at work, so were the phones, the cell phones werent working at this point either. It felt so pointless for all of us to sit there. So far away from our families, so helpless in this tiny little office with no contact to what was happening outside around us except a radio that wasn't coming in very clearly... I think we stayed an hour or so before we decided to go home. I think we stayed out of fear of what was happening outside in world.
The ride home was the same as the ride there... One minute I was at work, the next I was home, the drive and how I got there a mystery. I remember walking in my house, hugging my Nan, who looked like she had been crying since I left, asking her if everyone in our family was accounted for. Happy when I was told yes.
I remember holding my daughter most of the day and repeatedly apologizing to her. That apology held a lot of reasons.... Sorry for the world I brought you in to. Sorry for leaving you when the world was falling apart. Sorry I couldnt do anything help those people. It was the biggest and most honest apology I had ever given to this day.
I dont remember the rest of the day as it happened... I know we all just sat there together, glued ot the tv watching the terror unfold... But I do remember bringing the baby in my bed that night, something I never did. Holding her so tight and crying myself to sleep.
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