Well, the baby technically wasn't walking, she was being carried in her car seat.
Is it bad that Mila is only 4 months old and I already have 2 funny liquor store stories??
One involves a $6.99 sale on Yellow Tail and the other a broken bottle of tea vodka and a disapproving security guard. I won't go into the details, I'm sure most of the people reading this with kids have their own babies n' booze stories. For those of you that don't, kudos on your sobriety.
Friday, April 23, 2010
Monday, April 19, 2010
Exercising Demons
Just in case anyone was snickering at my misuse of "exorcising" in my previous post, I agree, what a dope! In retrospect, I think my mistake may have actually been a more accurate assessment of what happened.
Exorcising demons refers to the ritual process by which indwelling evil spirits, or demons, are compelled to leave a person's body. In my case, exercising demons just means they got a good workout, were very active for a while, and are now at rest!
I would never want to exorcise my demons, what a bore! Besides, I might need to call upon them again in the future - I'm good at the "taking names," but "kicking ass" is really their area of expertise.
Exorcising demons refers to the ritual process by which indwelling evil spirits, or demons, are compelled to leave a person's body. In my case, exercising demons just means they got a good workout, were very active for a while, and are now at rest!
I would never want to exorcise my demons, what a bore! Besides, I might need to call upon them again in the future - I'm good at the "taking names," but "kicking ass" is really their area of expertise.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
30 Minute Meals My Ass
F U Rachel Ray.
It took me 2.5 hours to cook dinner from your 30 minute meals cookbook. Two nights in a row. The latest menu was turkey sliders, summer squash and red pepper saute and roasted strawberries. Delicious? Most definitely! 30 Minutes? My Ass! It took me 30 minutes just to figure out what roasting means.
It took me 2.5 hours to cook dinner from your 30 minute meals cookbook. Two nights in a row. The latest menu was turkey sliders, summer squash and red pepper saute and roasted strawberries. Delicious? Most definitely! 30 Minutes? My Ass! It took me 30 minutes just to figure out what roasting means.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
I'm so chill I can't even think of a witty title...
Over a month has passed since my last post, and while I've been very busy with little Mila, I've wondered why I haven't updated the blog - suprised at myself that I've actually run out of things to say. Upon further consideration, I've realized that I haven't run out of things to say, I just have less things to bitch about these days (although my husband may disagree with that statement).
Pregnancy and labor for me was a horrific and frightening experience, period. I have friends that loved being pregnant, friends that were amazed and thrilled with the labor process, friends that might have shared some of my feelings about it - though I doubt they would have ever shouted their discontent from the rooftops as I did for nine months (ahem, correction -10 months). While I know that every pregnancy is different, I do wonder if its just my personality (or some flaw therein) that made my response to my experience so outrageous.
The demons were definitely exercised the moment Mila was born (I'm not insinuating that Mila is a demon...) but there are still so many challenges that I'm still facing - mainly this process of creating a whole new definition of self and more importantly of purpose. I kind of feel like these things will figure themselves out over time - I guess my more relaxed outlook has something to do with the awesomeness that is Mila and maybe a little bit to do with the fact that I can once again engage in the occasional cocktail. (don't judge me!) A friend said to me recently, "you seem so calm." And you know what? I feel calm - not like buddha calm, but probably as calm as I could ever be. I still have my complaints and worries and frustrations, but I don't feel like they're eating me from the inside anymore. But don't tell my husband about this confession of clarity and rediscovered sanity, I need to keep him on his toes.
I'm hoping this new found zen-ness will not interfere with my ability to write a hostile entry on this blog every now and again - but the tone may change a bit. I'll try to refrain from being one of those, "i'm so in love, she is so perfect, i'm so happy, blah blah blah." I'm assuming that is how everyone feels - plus, you've seen the pictures, I don't have to tell you how great she is - it's obvious she is the most perfect/adorable/smart baby ever, so we can just all acknowledge it and move on.
Pregnancy and labor for me was a horrific and frightening experience, period. I have friends that loved being pregnant, friends that were amazed and thrilled with the labor process, friends that might have shared some of my feelings about it - though I doubt they would have ever shouted their discontent from the rooftops as I did for nine months (ahem, correction -10 months). While I know that every pregnancy is different, I do wonder if its just my personality (or some flaw therein) that made my response to my experience so outrageous.
The demons were definitely exercised the moment Mila was born (I'm not insinuating that Mila is a demon...) but there are still so many challenges that I'm still facing - mainly this process of creating a whole new definition of self and more importantly of purpose. I kind of feel like these things will figure themselves out over time - I guess my more relaxed outlook has something to do with the awesomeness that is Mila and maybe a little bit to do with the fact that I can once again engage in the occasional cocktail. (don't judge me!) A friend said to me recently, "you seem so calm." And you know what? I feel calm - not like buddha calm, but probably as calm as I could ever be. I still have my complaints and worries and frustrations, but I don't feel like they're eating me from the inside anymore. But don't tell my husband about this confession of clarity and rediscovered sanity, I need to keep him on his toes.
I'm hoping this new found zen-ness will not interfere with my ability to write a hostile entry on this blog every now and again - but the tone may change a bit. I'll try to refrain from being one of those, "i'm so in love, she is so perfect, i'm so happy, blah blah blah." I'm assuming that is how everyone feels - plus, you've seen the pictures, I don't have to tell you how great she is - it's obvious she is the most perfect/adorable/smart baby ever, so we can just all acknowledge it and move on.
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