Loving your mom body Part 4

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Now, don't get me wrong. I'm not telling you guys to NOT work towards a body that you will love. I'm just telling you HOW to love the current body. Honestly, this pertains to any woman and not just moms.
Today we'll talk about fitness.

FIGURE OUT WHAT WORKS BEST FOR YOU!
For me, going to the mommy gym (gym on post that allows you to bring your kids. You watch them play on one half of the room, you work out on the other) during preschool. I take baby lady and Baby O with me.
Working out at home does not work for me. I get lazy, unmotivated, there isn't enough room the way my living room is set up and I get bored and feel silly.
At the gym, I'm already out of the house to take handsome man to preschool. They have real machines and what not. And I can throw my headphones in and go to town while baby lady happily plays or stares angrily at kids that tried to talk to her. (seriously... if you know my baby lady, you know this is how she is)

So, figure out what works for you.
It's not just about fitness, it's about being healthy.
Going to the gym or working out everyday does you NO good if you're living on McDonald's 4x a week. (Nothing against McDonald's. We eat there more than I'd like to admit)

Some good at home workouts that I've heard amazing things about:
Jillian Michael's 30 day shred
P90x
Insanity
Anything Zumba
There are a few others that I'm forgetting.
Check out my Pinterest fitness board for random tips and at home workouts.

Eat three meals a day.
Meal plan to help you balance your meals.

Find inspirational people/blogs.
Some I suggest are:
Jess from IROCKSOWHAT
Reyna at Glamour Glory
Flabby to fit

Taralyn at Undressed Skeleton

Guest posts coming soon.
Email me at mythreebittles@yahoo.com if you'd like to be a part or the "loving your mom body" guest posts.

Loving your mom body. Part 3

Since we’ve already purged your closet, today will be all about shopping!

Now I know we can’t all afford major shopping sprees so for those of us that can’t, I’m going to explain to you how I got myself a new wardrobe.

Easy peasy…

Clearance racks and thrift stores.

A few weekends ago, I went thrift shopping with my dear friend, Rachel.
The highest priced item was a kickass leather jacket. $20.
My total was $80!
I walked out of there with the leather jacket, 2 t-shirts, a swimsuit cover up for this summer, an oversized sweater and 4 or 5 tops. (I can’t remember which now).
So really, not to shabby considering $20 of it was for the jacket.

Then after chatting with the husband, I told him I had a few things in my target cart that I was going to order because I NEEDED new clothes. He insisted that I go out and about to try to find a few things so that I wasn’t waiting for mail to come. (It seems to take FOREVER to get packages up here).

So, I willingly agreed. The next day, Kristina and I loaded up the bittles and went shopping.
All in all, I spent about $250 on clothes.
I ended up with 4 pairs of jeans. 2 pairs of shorts. a pair of sandals. 4 tank tops. a dress. a pair of jeans for handsome man. a pair of jeans for baby lady. a t-shirt. 4 shirts. and a shirt for the husband (that I may have claimed as my own).


Some of the clothes.

 

Point being: Don’t be afraid to shop at thrift stores. Or the clearance rack.
The only thing I paid full price for that day was the sandals. $19.

Some of my favorite online sites include:
Forever 21  Free shipping over $50. (Except to Alaska and Hawaii. It’s $14)
Old Navy.  Free shipping over $50. Ships to Alaska in about 3/4 days. And online they usually have a coupon on the main page for 15-30% off.

Some of my favorite in-store:
Hot topic.
Pacsun. (Their clearance section is amazing!)
Thrift stores. (You have to search but you come across the most amazing items)

Actually pay attention to size charts. Measure yourself to get the best fit.
Don’t be ashamed or embarrassed by whichever size you have to click.
The only people that see the size is you and the cashier.

Take my word for it, once you have a few things that actually fit you right starring at you in your closet, you will feel a lot better about your mom body.

Top: Pacsun.
Jeans: Old navy.
Boots: Old Navy’s new rain boots.

Because I don’t understand the mustache obsession.

306.

It’s day 306 in this deployment.
Day 306 is going on record as the day that almost broke me.
But I said, FUCK YOU day 306!

Let me go back a bit…. this whole week has been a nightmare.
Feverish kids. Coughing up lungs.
Whining babies. Missing preschool and daycare.
3 sick kids = no sleep for momma. I’m talking NONE.
I’m honestly not sure how I’m still moving.
Ok, so sick kids… Started Wednesday night with handsome man. BURNING up.
Next night, baby lady…. puking and fever… I considered an ER trip until I realized it was snowing, freezing and I had 3 other sick kids with me.
Medicine, ice packs, cold wash cloths, Popsicles and cartoons have probably saved my life this week.

Thursday I find out on Facebook that someone I cared about had passed away. I had no clue she was even sick. I hadn’t seen her in years and she probably honestly didn’t even remember who I was, but it was still heartbreaking. She’s in a better place now but it saddens me that everyone that knew about it and I had become so distanced in growing up that I found out about it through Facebook. Nobody is to blame of course, it's part of life and growing up. I'm just truly blessed to have known her.

Friday. 8:08am. I received the scariest phone call I’d ever gotten. My friend called me hyperventilating and telling me to get to her house now. Her husband had been hurt. He’ll be fine, thank God but her phone call consisted of: “patrol…blown up…KAF…” phone cut out. He finally got to call back, she came over. We cried a lot. Now it’s just the anxious waiting game to find out where he’s going and when she’ll be by his side. I’m not going to go into details of the drama that’s come along with that because it’s not my story to tell.
From my aspect, I want to scream at almost everyone in her life and just hug her until this is all said and done.

In the midst of this madness, I have emotional crap going on that I’d just rather not discuss… but my brain hurts. My heart hurts. Everything is drained. I am drained. And I’m worried sick about my friends and family in Tennessee because they were under mass tornado craziness. (Everyone is fine)

Saturday we shower and load up the sick kids because we ALL needed to get out of the house. We took the bittles to Barnes and then headed to walmart to get a few articles of clothing for her to pack up for her husband. Now keep in mind the kids are still a bit sickly. No fevers but still whiny and coughing and should have just stayed in bed but there are certain times that you just HAVE to get out of the house. They were excited about the day out… until we got there. Handsome man whined and threw a fit because he wanted to skip drinks and snacks and go straight to the books. Baby lady just needed to be held. And Barnes was packed. The line was ridiculous. The stares we received were even worse.
We finally make it back to the books and handsome man just stands there pouting. Baby lady starts bloody murdered screaming and saying, “I don’t want to see that”.
She didn’t know where she wanted to sit. She didn’t want to see who knows what. She just stood there and cried. I scooped her up and headed to the bathroom, needing a quiet place to calm her down… I open the bathroom door and almost run into someone in the line.
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!
A few leave, I set her on the counter and calm her down a bit…we head back out… same thing. So I go to the corner and stand her in it. She’s whining that she doesn’t want to see the people sitting over there trying to pick books!! WHAT IN THE HELL!?!
She eventually calms. We eat and drink and pick books and head to walmart.
While at walmart, I pick up some kid laxative. Baby lady has issues in this department and NOTHING and I mean NOTHING else was helping. She would scream and cry trying to push so I was desperate.

We get home. I give her some. She drinks half of it before I realize I used the wrong size medicine cup and she drank a bit too much. Before bed, she goes potty. I think “that wasn’t too bad”… throw in the usual they stay up and press my buttons until 1am… we all eventually get to sleep.
3am I wake up to her screaming. I run out my door to find her standing in the hallway taking her underwear off, covered in poop. COVERED in poop. She drops her underwear, I scoop her up and head to the toilet.
She’s flipping out. Between it being 3am and her being covered in poop, we’re both flipping out. I get her cleaned up and put back to bed after a fight about which underwear she wants to wear. I’m honestly not sure how Baby O and handsome man have slept through all of this. Handsome man woke up, looked at us and fell back asleep.
We settle on underwear, she goes back to bed. I go downstairs to get stuff to clean up this disaster in the carpet… … … …
I gag.
Thank God for Pinterest.
A while ago I came across a pin talking about mixing dish soap with peroxide. Instant stain remover. And let me tell you, fuck yes!! Not a bit of a stain up there. Thank you, Pinterest.
Now keep in mind they’re still sickly. Poor baby O has tossed and turned ALL night.
I’m exhausted.
About 6:30, she wakes up again screaming that her teeth hurt. HER TEETH!! Didn’t we just go through teeth issues?!
She comes back to bed with me. She wakes up a few more times screaming about her teeth and I finally go downstairs to get her some medicine. In the midst of this my husband is online and trying to text my phone… this is where I lost it.
He’s trying to talk to me. I’m trying to calm baby lady down. I’m trying to keep her calm and quiet so baby O doesn’t wake up. I’m exhausted. EXHAUSTED.
I end up asking baby lady if she wants to come downstairs. While screaming, she hands me her pillow case that she calls her small blanket. Her blanket. her baby cat. Her 2 little fellows (mini bears) and her sippie cup. I have my phone also. And then she wants me to carry her. *sigh*
Downstairs, I set her down. Go to turn on cartoons. Netflix doesn’t want to load.
I have a baby screaming that she wants to watch do do do do do Dora.
And my phone is dinging like crazy from my husband wondering what in the hell is going on.
It’s 7am.

It is now almost 9am.
I have coffee. Baby lady fell asleep.
Both boys are sleeping.
Husband went to bed as well.
And here I sit… listening to music and blogging.

So I go on record saying that day 306 almost got the best of me.
But dear day 306, don’t you know I’m invincible?!
So… shove it up your ass.

Loving your mom body. Part 2.

Part one found here.

Ok, now that I’ve told you about my mom body and premom body, let’s actually get started here.

Step one.
PURGE!


(source)

Purge your closet and dresser! Seriously!
If it’s too small, get rid of it.
If it’s too big, get rid of it.
If it fits funny, get rid of it.
If you don’t like it but it fits decently, get rid of it.

I kept a few things that don’t fit mostly because they have weird sentimental value to them but I’ve packed them in a box so they don’t haunt me daily.
So far, I’ve taken 3 bags of random stuff to the local thrift store.
And I have another box upstairs to bag up and take and another that I need to go through.


(source)

I’m completely serious. You may not have many clothes left in your closet and/or dresser but you’ll feel a lot better without all those clothes yelling a you daily, “hey! Don’t I look pretty?! Don’t you miss me?! I miss you too! I’ll just sit and collect dust and remind you that you can’t wear me anymore.”
You may be wearing the same few items daily, but really…. you’re already doing that.

PURGE!


Part 3 coming soon. 

Loving your mom body. Part 1.

(me currently)

I graduated high school weighing 103lbs.
At that point, that was the heaviest I’ve ever been.
I looked sickly, honestly.
I once had a friend ask me to show her my teeth because she for sure thought I was anorexic.
I wasn’t.
At all!
I ate everything and then some.
I just had super metabolism.


(I was 13 here. I’m in the black shirt.)



(high school pictures)


(Christmas 04. 1st semester of college)

In college, I gained the “freshman 15” and I was ok with that.
I actually looked quite healthy.
And pretty darn fabulous.
Then when I dropped out of college, I gained a bit more. I still was far from over weight.
I was less content with my body, but looking back on it now, I’d kill for even that body.
(lay off the munchies people!)




Then I became pregnant with my handsome man.
I never got hugely swollenly pregnant.
But after his emergency c-section and then ending up pregnant with baby lady when he was just 3 months old, my body never had time to recoup.
So after baby lady, I was still bigger than what I was used to.
During last deployment, I started feeling good about myself.I started loosing weight, tanning, going to the gym, eating right and dressing better.


(how to shop with your babies)

Then we PCS’d to Alaska.
It is ridiculously hard to NOT gain weight up here.
You spend so much time indoors fighting off depression.
My first year here, I hardly knew anybody. I could feel myself getting angry at the hubs for no reason.
I knew I needed to get out and about.
So we did, we made efforts to go explore the town and meet people.
I’ve met a few good, more bad in my time up here and I’m thankful for that but that is not the point of this post.
My weight just didn’t budge. I didn’t really do much to help in that area.
I honestly just had it in my head that I’d wake up one day and be tiny little me again.
Bullshit.
You have to work at it, people! HAVE TO!
When we first found out that we were going to be sucked into Alaska for another year so he could deploy with them, I was bound and determined to spend everyday in the gym. I just KNEW I’d be my tiny self again.
Then, SURPRISE:

Oh hello, Baby O.

Baby O put a slight damper on that plan. But I’m ok with that because he is just wonderful.
So here we sit…
It’s been about 2 months since my 6 week check up when I got the ok to start working out.
I was slightly annoyed that it timed out with people’s new year resolutions.
But I stuck with it for the most part. Gym, eating better, etc. etc.
I’ve had my not so great days, but I just try again the next meal or day.
I look at pictures of myself now and think, “holy hell! Who is that fatty?!”
Even though I probably get at least 3 compliments a day when I’m out and about talking about how great my outfit is, or how cute I look, etc. etc.



(click images to enlarge)

Part 2 coming soon.


Edit:
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Jessica's mom body
Rachel's mom body
Sarah's mom body

That time my bathroom looked like a scene from Dexter.

Reason #203572894239048 that Alaska and I aren't meant to be a forever thing: dryness.
I'm sitting on the couch the other day doing up this post and GUSH. My nose just starts pouring.
My shirt is now stained. And my bathroom totally looked like a crime scene there for a bit.
And we all know I'm not one to NOT share (this post or this one) so....

My sink was triple this by the time it was done. And I seriously looked like I've been beaten up. 

Also, have you ever tried to clean a septum piercing after a bloody nose?!

Not fun. 

One week.

 

Baby O is one week old.
HOW IN THE WORLD HAS IT ALREADY BEEN A WEEK?!
My gosh, time flies.
Let me show you how my day works.

Go to bed about 2/3 AM.
Wake up about 5/6 AM.
Cuddle this little man, feed this little man, burp this little man, change his poopy bootie, repeat.
Occasionally sneak in a bathroom break and a quick bite to eat.
He’s cute, huh?!
I’m in baby bliss.

Oh, and if you’re wondering why he’s pantsless, it’s because it’s a freakin’ sauna in our house.
Once again, Alaska’s weather has gone bipolar on us and today’s weather has been
between 30-40 positive!!
Freezing rain, melting snow, snow showers, gusts of wind 25-35mph.
yay. (<—sarcasm)
So our house is now a million degrees because it was all warm and prepared for the negative weather we’ve been having. 
Silly Alaska!

Ok, now for the not so cute side of new mommyhood.
(read at your own discretion)

 
I’m sleep deprived.
I’m sort of clean.
I think I’ve showered twice since we’ve been home from the hospital.
Thankfully some friends have provided us dinners or we’d probably be living off of hamburger helper and spaghetti o’s. (Hubs’ cooking is DELICIOUS! ha)
I’m pretty much loopy as can be between the lack of sleep (both from baby O and random pain from the C-section) and the pain pills.

Now, you’ve probably noticed my shirt…



the yellow spots are bleach stains (old)
Notice the spot on my boob—boob leakage.
They’re wrapped with an ace bandage. They hurt and still leak. It’s lame.
The tape over my incision is sticking to itself and random spots of my skin causing more pain and lots of discomfort. –Having to peel my underwear off of it just so I can pee, not pleasant.
(Not a good thing to forget about and just go to pee like normal…. OUCH!!)
Notice the pimples on my chin?! Poor hormones are all crazy.
They just don’t even know what to do with themselves.
Oh and let’s not forget the pee spot on my tummy.  Lovely, huh?!
I’m forgetting a thing or two but I’m sleepy and loopy so forgive me. 

All in all, I’m happy, baby O is gorgeous.
The bittles are great with him.
Handsome man always wants to help and baby lady just giggle at him
and points out everything he does.
“oh! Baby O’s eyes are open”
”mom! Baby o’s crying!”
etc. etc.

(it’s taken me hours to finish this post up)
Now, here are just some cute pictures for you.
Figured you could use them after the gross crap you just read.

For more pictures, you can follow me on instagram
I’m ambermack

The “joys” of pregnancy.

*Warning*If you don’t care to read about peeing on yourself, your vagina falling off, boobs leaking or other not so attractive things, you should stop reading right now.

If you read my blog or follow me anywhere, you know that I am pregnant.
Like very very pregnant.

A while back I posted a tweet about sneezing so hard but NOT peeing on myself only to get one back about someone being not so lucky.
That turned into a conversation about the shit people don’t tell you while you’re growing a baby.
So I’m going to fill you in on a bit of that.
This is my third pregnancy, I think I’m pretty well experienced in this department now and fully capable of filling you guys in.

So I’m sitting here last night watching Gossip Girl and I pause it to get up and get my 29382348902834th glass of water (because at this point it is nearly impossible to stay hydrated, I’m sweating my ass off. –Even though I live in Alaska and it’s WINTER and all our snow melted today, so bipolar much, Alaska?!) and in my efforts to get off the couch, I laughed and thought “now would be the perfect time to write the blog about the JOYS of pregnancy”. So I grabbed my water and a milky way mini or 7.
Here goes:
I am 35 weeks pregnant with baby #3.
And I swear the more babies you have, the more pregnant you feel sooner.
With my 1st I don’t even remember being miserable.
With my 2nd I was probably 7/8 months pregnant when I called my mommydearest into the bathroom to have her look at my overly swollen lady parts and tell me it was normal.
Now with baby O, I swear by like month 4 or 5 I felt like this baby was just going to fall out of me. FALL OUT OF ME!

Nobody warns you that you will have random boob leakage in the middle of cooking dinner and be all like “What the eff was that shit?!”

Nobody warns you that you will need a crane to help you roll over in bed.  No joke, I swear half of my tossing and turning and trying to sleep at night is because by the time I finally get rolled over, I’m like wide awake.

Hormones make you crazy. I literally ask AT LEAST once a week, “am I just being hormonal or is this justified bitchiness” and usually the people I ask agree that they’re mad/annoyed by it too and it’s not just hormones so that’s reassuring. (Or they just don’t want to be on the receiving end of the hormones, who knows.)
You’ll feel overwhelmed, you’ll have mini freak outs about dirt poisoning, you’ll cry at dumb commercials, you’ll be mad for no reason, then you’ll randomly laugh at yourself while crying for not knowing why you’re laughing or crying.

You’ll have days that you do nothing but sit your bum on your couch and beg to not move and you’ll have days that you cook three meals, clean house top to bottom, run a million errands and manage to play 3 games of hide & seek and paint/color with your other kids.

Your hair and nails will either become amazingly beautiful or look like complete shit.
You’ll grow hair in weird places that people will tell you to ignore because it will go away. (and it will, but still!)
Your baby WILL use your bladder as a trampoline and will kick the living daylights out of you.

You will be jealous of other pregnant people that clearly look better than you (even though they really probably don’t) and you will slightly feel better when you hear/read about them them being pretty uncomfortable.

You will probably cry when someone tells you how cute you look.

You will get annoyed when people tell you how tiny you still are-even if you are really pretty tiny.

You will get annoyed with all the “you’re not due til when?! Girl, you look like you’re about to pop!”

You have no idea how many times I’ve wanted to yell at random strangers, “HAVE YOU EVER GROWN A FUCKING BABY!?!? EACH PREGNANCY IS DIFFERENT AND YOU WILL GET HUGE BECAUSE YOU ARE GROWING A HUMAN!! SO PLEASE, SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!”

You will become very very grateful for the people that ASK to rub your belly.
People, ALWAYS ASK!!!!!! ALWAYS!
You have no idea how many times I’ve wanted to slap some stranger’s face hand.

People will argue with you left and right about how you’re carrying a girl after they’ve already asked if you know the sex and you’ve said, “yes. it’s a BOY”.  <—this one happens often.

And once baby gets here, people will mistake your little girl wrapped all in pink and purple with a big giant flower on her head for a boy.
And people will mistake your covered in blue little boy for a little girl. <—Just smile and nod.

Oh and gas….. you won’t be able to control it.  You just don’t.
I’m drinking water the other day and driving down the road and burping like crazy.  Can’t help it.
My handsome man is always like, “Mom! Say excuse me!”  (Ha! I’ve raised him well)

You will have people that treat you like you’re the most fragile thing in the world and you’ll have days that you appreciate it and you’ll have days that you want to say, “I’m pregnant. Not Porcelain”

You will lay in bed at night debating on whether or not you want to get up to pee. You know that you’ll feel a million times better if you just go pee, but it’s so hard to get out of bed….

To list a few other things you’ll deal with:
Constipation,
begging for some constipation,
peeing peeing and more peeing,
weird skin discoloration,
Shopping for baby stuff—seriously, so many different brands/types/colors/etc, etc, etc
questions and negative comments, whether you’re formula feeding or breastfeeding, cloth diapering or using disposable, vaccinating or not, cosleeping or not, you’ll have someone disagree with you for something.
And you will get the most unwanted advice from complete strangers that don’t even have children. And people will tell you to nap when the baby naps—psht. like that really happens! Then NOTHING would ever get done and you’d never even sneak in a shower.

Don’t get me wrong, I love being pregnant. It is the most amazing thing in the entire world and such a blessing but I wanted to clear up a few things and warn some of you of the not so joyous side of it too. *Side note*: I only ate 6 of those milky way minis. 

The quickest way to get under my skin…

So we all have those random things that just irk us…
today I thought I’d share a few of mine with you.
1. LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL <—a text message like that. Or even with that many LOLs in it.
2. Using LOL when it’s clearly not funny. I really hate that LOL has become the newest text reply.
3. Constantly needing approval or praise. –Seriously, live your own life and make your own decisions.
4. Yell at my kids or try to discipline my kids. –If you’re a close friend and I know you like my kids and vice versa, then by all means it’s ok for you to tell them no or to “be careful” or something like that. But if you’re going to YELL at my kids, you need to step back and grow your own baby! Leave the parenting to me please and thanks.
5. Blowing up my phone. Period.
6. Asking me a million different questions only to end up not believing me, not listening to me or asking a million other people the same damn thing.
7. Making me repeat myself a million times.
8. Trying to still carry on a conversation with me while my kid is hurt and crying—I OBVIOUSLY can not hear you!
9. Favoring one of my kids over the other.
10. Acting like your world is going to end because of one bad day.
11. Whining and bitching about shit you CAN NOT CHANGE—sure life throws you some hardballs every now and again, but it is up to you as to how you handle it.  You can handle it better.
12. Rudeness. There is just no need for it.
13. Catty women—Oh holy shit. Enough said!
14. One uppers. –do not be a one upper.  If you’ve happened to do something that I’ve done, that’s cool but don’t interrupt me to tell me your story was cooler or better or anything like that. That’s just rude.
15. Inviting yourself over only to let your kids trash my house while you do nothing.
16. Repetitively inviting yourself over even after I’ve said that I don’t feel good, don’t want company and finally just “not today!” and then still stopping by. See #12.

Now, don’t forget to enter Day 1’s giveaway and come back tomorrow and the next day and next and next and next and next for more giveaways.
All giveaways will be drawn one week from the day they were posted.

A little bit of a vent.

First off, unfollow onemetwomonsters and refollow mythreebittles.blogspot.com
That is why my blog posts are showing up in your newsfeed but showing as private or nonexistant when you click on them.
Please and thanks.


This is my lunch. 
Fried bologna and cheese on toast and a side of mac&cheese.

While I sit here and stuff my face and let the food settle, I'm going to vent.
Ok?! Ok!
Today's mini vent session is about facebook and the things it does to people.






Today I got a text message from an old friend asking why she'd been deleted as a facebook friend.
I rolled my eyes and nicely replied with "I was cleaning out the people I don't talk to anymore"
Her reply, "oh"

What I really wanted to say was, "Lady, if it took you almost a month to even realize//ask me, then it's a fucking stupid question!"
Literally, we don't speak anymore. We don't even "like" each other's crap on facebook.
I invited her to my handsome man's bday party and my baby shower (that my dear friend, Kristina is throwing me)
And when this girl replied NO to both without so much as a reason (which I think is common courtesy honestly) I deleted.
It wasn't becase she wasn't coming, but because we had gone so long without talking that she couldn't even post a "hey, thanks for the invite but I won't be able to make it because....."
That is when it finally hit me, "why even keep her around?!"
We never talked, we never even "liked" each other's postings.
No point in cluttering up each other's newsfeeds.
Did I think it'd be a big deal? No!
Did I think a MONTH later, she'd text me questioning it? No!

I just don't understand people.  And if "oh" was her only reply, it clearly didn't make much of a difference to her, so why even question it?!

Facbook vent part two:
I HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE friend requests from people that I either don't know without a message telling me who the crap they are or why they want to friend me.
And the ones from the kids you went to school with but never even spoke to!
WE NEVER SPOKE IN HIGHSCHOOL!! Why would you want to be my friend now?! Congrats on the marriage, the degree, the baby, whatever--but I personally don't really care.
WE NEVER EVEN SPOKE!!

Also, the ones that you were actually friends with in school but then when you accept the request, you get NOTHING. No catching up, no "hello", not even so much as a like.
Why add me?!

Why does everybody think they have to be friends with everybody you've ever fucking encountered?!
I see people with 500+ friends and just think "do you really keep up with all of them, do you even know half of them?! and how do you keep up with the ones you actually WANT to keep up with?!"

It's a social networking site.  I love it, I do. It keeps me in contact with my far away family and makes it easy to update everyone at once, close and far away but I really think people take that shit too seriously.
Just because we aren't facebook friends doesn't mean we can't be real friends.
Just because I delete you doesn't mean I hate you.
Just because I deny your 50 requests doesn't mean I'm going to accept the 51st.

Facebook vent #3:
Some people seriously forget who they have as friends when they use facebook to vent.
Or even forget that people can see the comments they post on venting status or comments others post on that ventint status.
Some people let their true colors show when they think nobody is paying attention.

Ok, my lunch is gone. My tummy is happy.
I vented and feel better, now I'm going to go get my kids ready to walk down the road to their little art class.
It is an absolutely gorgeous day out today AND tonight I am excited to have a little mini maternity shoot with my very talented friend, Melissa.
I hope you all are having a great day.

Let's talk about people.... specifically women.

I read some crap online the other day that did nothing but make me angry.
It just annoyed me.
It also made me realize how some “women” these days really have a lot of growing up to do.

Call me old fashioned, but I do not like when girls of any age talk about "beating some bitch’s ass” or fighting in general. It’s tacky and completely unladylike.
Talking shit in general is just pretty fucking immature. It’s pretty ridiculous and makes you sound extremely trashy.

I’m not the prettiest girl ever.
I’m not the thinnest girl ever.
But I have more respect for myself than to talk like that or to live with such hatred.
Yes, I swear… quite a lot. But I will never ever talk about beating some bitch down or even threatening to beat some bitch down.
Don’t get me wrong, there is a difference in being angry and venting and saying you’d like to beat someone’s ass (still not my cup of tea) but to straight up just bitch and bitch over and over again and go on and on openly and on facebook and to anyone that will listen about some fight you just had with some girl or how you’d like to beat some bitch’s ass……

NEWSFLASH:: Life is too fucking short to be so hateful and angry and bitter all the time.
Get over it, live your life and if you have “haters”, let them hate. Acting like you’re acting only makes you a “hater” as well.
And quite a bit trashy.
Think more of yourself than that.
Have more respect for yourself.
Focus more on making YOU happy.
And for God’s sake-shut the fuck up.
Didn’t anyone ever teach you, if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all?!
It’s good advice.
Take it.

Let's talk about people.... part 2.

Last night I told my son that we were going to go to the indoor park tomorrow (mommy gym on base) and he was going to get to play with lots of other kids. YAY right?! WRONG! He starts CRYING. Like hysterically crying and sat on my lap and it took me a minute to calm him down so I could understand what he was saying--"i don't wanna go to the indoor park, the kids will tell me to go home". HORRIBLE right?! My poor baby!! I calmed him and told him we were going to play with new kids that were SUPER excited to play with him and that they would NEVER EVER tell him to go home and they'd always want to play with him.  Sad and calmed, I put him to bed....
Now to backtrack a bit on a story that I debated on ever bringing up (until tonight and my child's broken heart)...The other day hubby and the kids and I all went to barnes and nobles. In the back of the store, they have a little train table for kids to play on.  Well after I got my coffee, hubby went to browse so I took the kids back there to pick out a book each and to let them play while we waited on daddy.... My son rushes over to the train table, super excited to play on it.  Oh there are kids there--even more excited!!
FIVE kids (one boy, four girls), all gorgeous, blonde hair, new clothes, NICE clothes, all matching, no adult.
My son walks up to them and says, "Hi, I'm Finnie. I'm three!!"  They just stare. These kids all range like 7 and under. They ignore him.  He doesn't get discouraged, he tries to grab a train and play.  They make no room for him, they sort of block him out. I'm sitting there so proud of him for introducing himself and trying to play.  One of them picks up a train and he says "I have Hero at home" the girl just looks at him and then at me and then at him like we're stupid. He says "Hero! (points at the train in her hand) I have Hero at home".... same reaction.  Then the little boy stares whining for his sister's train--she hands it right over and just lets him win.  (He was old enough to NOT get away with whining and getting his way).  One of them start talking about the fishie thing in one of the trains and my son says "its a lobster!!" She says "I think its an octopus" (This was the youngest girl that actually interacted with him). He says "oh an octopus" in his little still learning how to say certain words voice. And then he's asking for a train--they won't share.  they ALL have more than one and are hogging these trains!! Simply refusing to share. FIVE KIDS ALL REFUSING TO SHARE!! He asks a few times if he can play, they just ignore him and block him from the train table.... He's being so polite and they are just not having it.  I just sit there, astonished and wondering where the hell their parents are and how the hell they are getting away with treating my child like this.  I read the boy's hat--something something churchy christiany something.  OH! They are THOSE kind of kids. 
Now I have NOTHING against church or God or Christians, but I DO have something against those kind of goody too shoe parents that care more about their children's appearance than their children's behavior.  And I hate stereotypes, I honestly do. But I spent years in church and in my time, I noticed the clicks and the parents that would do that with their kids--just sort of pawn them off on anyone that thought "oh a baby...how cute" and those that think appearance is more important than manners. 
People look at my husband and I and are sometimes intimidated by us--we have piercings and tattoos, we must be murders or robbers about to steal their fancy blackberry--who knows. But when it comes down to it, my children are well behaved (most of the time) and know their manners and would NEVER EVER be that rude to another child. How do you raise a CHILD to be that horrible to other children?! I do not understand!! I have never ever been so proud as a parent as I was at that moment, watching my little baby introduce himself to these kids and try to play and talk to them! He was just so sweet!! After we left, he said, "those kids broke my heart mom. they were mean to me" And I cried!! I just cried!! My poor little innocent baby getting his little heart broken because some kids were too mean?! That just does not fly!! AND WHERE THE HELL WERE THEIR PARENTS?!?!
So, I just want to say.... clothes are not more important than manners and love.
Tattoos and piercings do not mean we are going to rob you.
And a train table in the back of a book store is NOT a babysitter or guardian.
Raise your damn kids right, people!!

Again, I hope this post doesn't offend anyone, it's nothing against Christians at all, I myself am religious, my husband is not--it's just the goody too shoe people that think they are better than everyone else.
Children are the future. I would rather produce open minded, polite children than rude, whiny brats.
End rant.

Love, A.

Let's talk about people...

In my 25 years of life, I can honestly say there is ONE thing that I will NEVER understand.

People.

I don't understand how you can go from hating someone to being their BFF again the next week.
I don't understand how people can kill other people.
I don't understand how people can judge other people.
I don't understand how people can blame others for their faults.
I don't understand how people tYp3 L!k3 Th!s. (Do you see how bad I am at that?!-haha)
I don't understand how people can try to drag others into their mess.

I don't understand how people can abuse each other.
I don't understand how people can torture each other.
I don't understand how people just bash each other over and over again.
I don't understand how people can just sit and spread such vicious lies about each other.

But today I'm just going to talk about friendship.
I know some friendships slowly dwindle and fade, it's part of life and I am thankful for that friendship-it was what I needed at that time in my life.
But what I don't understand is friendships that are only out of convenience or location.

A while back, I had a "friend" of 6 years choose her fiance (read;current boy toy) over me. She let him say all sorts of HORRIBLE stuff about me and then let her 21 yr old still lives and mooches off her parents pothead rockstarwannabe friend jump in on this... and all the while just sat back and watched the drama unfold. Thank God for the UNFRIEND and BLOCK buttons huh?!
SIX years down the drain....
On the other hand, my friend, Jenny G has been my sister since 7th grade!! (I graduated in 2003, you do the math) and we hardly speak, haven't seen each other in years and I know that NO MATTER WHAT, I could call her at any given time and cry my eyes out or just tell her some funny story and there would be no awkwardness at all.

Being a military spouse, you move a lot. You meet new people all the time and you too often come across bad apples in the bunch.  As if it isn't hard enough to make friends in this lifestyle, people have to go all crazy on you?! COME ON NOW!!

(in case you can't tell, this is far from my usual post and my feelings are probably coming out more than i intended them to).
Just this afternoon, my husband and I were having this conversation about how hard of a time he is having making friends. Between his rank and age he is VERY limited friendship wise. I see his point and I'm sad for him. Everyone needs friends. Good ones!! But at the same time, I almost envy him. I'd almost rather not meet new people and not make new friends just to avoid those few bad ones that hurt your feelings and then talk about it so much that it makes YOU look like the crazy one.
Then he said something along the lines of, "I wonder if we're the bad ones" because we've honestly gone through a few of those let's try to be friends with them...they seem nice.......OK NEVERFUCKINGMIND!! RUN RUN!! friendships. I assured him that it wasn't us and that you don't HAVE to be friends with everyone. Everyone doesn't have to like everyone. If you don't like me, no problem! If we all liked each other, we'd be LYING! Just don't pretend to be my friend. Ya know?!

I know this post is all rambly and probably doesn't make much sense...but it's my blog and my post and my way of venting.  :)


So dear "friends" please go fuck yourself.
And dear FRIENDS, thank you for being true.

To sum it up, I will NEVER understand people.