Sunday, May 27, 2012

Random on Sunday Morning

I've found that twitter is a little more fun than facebook these days, for the following reasons:
-Twitter doesn't have stock that I know of
-There aren't constant rumors that Twitter will start charging
-NO. TIMELIINE.
-I can creep on Mike Napoli
-I don't feel as censored.
-...I can post the random thoughts that go on in my head and not feel weird about it.

This really makes me think of all the facebook crap that's getting on my nerves as well. For example...the fact that you can see all the stuff your friends "Like" or comment on.
The shit they're commenting on or liking may or may not be for my eyes to see.
Also, it brings in this issue of people creating accounts and making stuff like..."'Like' if you're not racist!" or "'Like' if you think this girl that has cancer and is bald is beautiful!"
I mean come on.
Seriously??
I'm not racist. And that girl is gorgeous, and strong. But I'm not going to clog up my friends' news feed about it.
Ugh.
And if only I could get ahold of Zuckerberg...I'd punch him in the stomach.
But not really. That's assault. 
And that's what I have to say about that.

Also, I got a promotion, sort of.
Is it a promotion if you just accept more responsibility?
And go to salary?
Yeah?
Okay.
So there's that.

My son's daycare lady said she thinks that Aiden may be hitting his terrible 2's early.
...And I'm all. Well hell. That does make sense.
Or, if the 2's are worse, then I am in for it.
Really, he's not that bad. Promise. It's just that, he cries for extended periods when he doesn't get his way, and now SCREAMS. Not like the newborn scream of pain or whatever, it's just frustration or something, I guess. I don't know. I never had a kid before.

I found a gallon sized mason jar at Target. Can't decide if I should buy it or not. What do you do with a gallon sized mason jar?
Besides store kool-aid in it?

I was happy with the American Idol results. Phil Phillips is my homeboy.

That is all for now. Aiden is going to see his daddy today and he's staying overnight...so...I'm staying in Sanger. And I need to pack. 

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

My Second Mother's Day

Please don't be misled by the title.
It was not my second Mother's Day period. Just my second to be an actual mother.
And get presents.(Although, technically, I got myself a present, and "Aiden" got me a coffee cup. -_-)
But, it was my third that people actually told me "Happy Mother's Day", since I was pregnant the first year.

Anyway, the roommates and I traveled to Sherman, TX to have M-day brunch at my aunt's, and to rescue Ryan's car from the car-fixer-place.
That's their actual name.
Car-Fixer-Place.

Okay, it's not.

And they're a body shop, so if anything mechanically was wrong with the car before, it's still wrong. Which would explain why we found it low on oil, and the battery completely dead.
No joke, y'all.
But we'll call that story Saturday, part 2.

We got to eat MG's, which is a Sherman, TX exclusive.
There was once an MG's in Denton, and I can't decide if they were trying to do the same kind of deal or not, but if they were, they failed miserably, because it's called something else now.
And they served gyros. Not just burgers.

We then traveled to Gander Mountain, where I spent my time chasing after my toddler.
He's just now to this age where I don't have to hold him everywhere we go, (thank you, baby Jesus) and he isn't interested in holding anyone's hand and being lead around, so if the particular place you're going doesn't have a cart, you end up chasing him around everywhere to make sure no one runs into him or he doesn't break anything too horribly expensive or what have you.
Later that day we did the same run around Belk.
I did find some pants before the chase, though.
It was probably for the best, too, since Belk sells Yellowbox shoes, and it's best for my bank account that I don't look too closely at such things.

The next day, I slaved endlessly over Pioneer Woman Cinnamon Rolls.
And when I say slaved, I mean it's really not too hard.
If you're patient.
And it's all worth it.
And I only ever allow myself to have one at a time.
And it's a requirement that I have some kind of breakfast meat with them, preferably bacon.
In fact, the next time I make them, I'm adding crumbled bacon before I cut them up.
Don't judge me. Admit you're jealous.
(I tried this once before, but Penny ate ALL the raw dough off of the counter while they were rising. I haven't said much to her since then.)
My cinnamon rolls inspired my aunt to talk to me about opening a restaurant together.
This would not be a bad thing. We even agreed on the hours of only breakfast and lunch.

No late nights for us! We're day people.

I also went to the Rangers Game that day.
To see my husbAnd.
And the rest of the Rangers.
And I got to see Cruz hit at Grand Slam.
And that. was the coolest thing ever.
And the lady I sat next to me laughed at me for getting over(?)excited about my husbAnd doing so well.
She was no fun at all.

Remind me to look into getting some TX Rangers Toms made.

Friday, May 11, 2012

Blog tired, edit never.

Ummmmm hi. Hello.
This is awkward. It's been months since I blogged.
Or anyone blogged, for that matter.
What happened to us?
Oh, life.
That's right.
You're forgiven.

Here's what's new:

Aiden walks like a real person. And runs.
And says Shoes.
And cheese.
And bye.
And car.
Car?
Car.
And rides his momma like a pony.
What a little weirdo. Already.
Also he loves to be read to. Especially his car books.
Also, gives kisses and hugs.
And there's nothing like a greeting from that one. He's insane.

I have the great pleasure (twitch) of more responsibility at work.
Which means.....job security.
Which means.......stress.
Which means......Xanax.
Kidding.
I think. 

I still work out.
Also I diet now.
Although I wouldn't call it a diet necessarily, since it's more of a change of eating habits.
I don't even remember how I used to eat now.
The bright side of it is that I've lost at least 20 pounds since I moved to Wichita Falls.
I say at least simply because I have no idea how much I weighed when I moved here.
I only know that I'm closer and closer to my pre-child weight. And that makes me happy.
Not to mention how happy it makes me that the internet is in existence, and there's eatingwell.com,  and that is where I discovered healthy(er) mac n cheese.
I know. I know. And it's SOOOO good. You just have to resist the temptation to pile on the cheese. That's the hardest part.


I really do plan on blogging more. Really.
And I plan on editing the content less.
I would like to preface future blog entries by getting this out of the way....
Shit. Damn. Eff. 
Sigh. There.
Turn away now if that is unacceptable.
If eff bothers you, I don't know why we're friends anyway. That's totally edited.

Goodnight, bitches.