Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Letters to Crazy People

Dear Fotki,
   I can assure you that while looking at my belly pics from the twins, I will not be wanting it on a mug or T-shirt. Not the best time to show me what it will look like on the side of the screen. How many women walk around with their formerly pregnant bellies on their t-shirt? Yeah, that's what I thought. It's a cool feature you got going on there when I'm looking at say, my kids' adorable little faces. But, preggo bellies? Eh, not so much.

The Woman Who Saved her Belly Pics on your site

Dear Friend on Facebook,
    Please listen to me very closely when I say this. You are making a fool of yourself with your statuses. Please believe me when I say that you are sounding mighty childish. If you want to be treated as an adult, then please by all means act like one. And really think about what you say before you type it out. What sounded good in say middle or high school doesn't sound proper when you're in the real world.

Your Friend Who Cares

PS - No ring keeps a person from cheating. So, just cause he put a ring on it, don't mean he's gonna be faithful to it. Just remember you got him while he had a ring on another girl's finger. Get mad. But, the truth hurts.
Dear Crazy Chick on the West Coast,
    Your kids are fine. Stop trying to get sympathy by claiming there is something wrong with them. Why wish a diagnosis on your child that would hinder them for the rest of their life? Oh, and your updates sound like they are taken straight from a medical website. Please, dear God, stop!

The Beotch that Busted your Crazy A$$ a few years ago
Dear Other Crazy Chick on the West Coast,
   I am very, very confused as to what your problem is. Really. I am. So please just stop bragging about your "vacations" and your meals while you feed your kids next to nothing. And since you're "fixed" I'm guessing you're not pregnant. Stop worrying us with that jibberish. And get your man out the bedroom. Is he like permanantly stuck in there or something? Oh and please stop changing your email address. My block filter is getting confused.

The Girl who is Sick of your Mess
Dear Yelp,
   Please do not send me any more emails that have the subject "Get Veg'ucated With Yelp". I have no idea what that means. I have never heard of the word Veg'ucated. Are you going to educate me on being a vegan? Good luck. Not gonna happen. Please stick with emails titled "Hot spots in DC", etc. I understand that. Oh, better yet. Just stop sending me the emails becuase I deleted the Yelp App like a week after I downloaded it!

Going to search for the "Remove Me" link in your email,
The Android User who didn't like your App
(*NOTE - Found the link*)

Sunday, January 8, 2012

52 Weeks of ME!! #2

This was kind of just for me and kind of for school. All my textbooks are e-books so, I wanted something more than my computer to read them on. So, I bought a Kindle Fire.
Photo from the Web

Ironically, when the Kindle and Nook first came out, I was deadset on never owning one! I'm one who loves to feel a book in my hand and fiddle around with the pages as I read. However, the Kindle Fire is a tad different. It's not just an e-reader. It has my twitter, facebook, web favorites, and more.

So, now I have a new little gadget to play around with. And it's all mine!

*Disclaimer: I was not reimbursed in any way by Amazon. I have never been contacted by Amazon. In fact, this wasn't even supposed to be a review. LOL*

I Confess.... Homesickness and Loans and More!


I confess.... this was supposed to be a Friday Confessions hosted by Mamarazzi. But, I got side tracked several times and never got the post done. Better late than never, I guess!

I confess.... that Friday was Epiphany. And therefore the start of the Carnival season in New Orleans and other parts of the Gulf Coast. Which means another Mardi Gras season that I am not in Louisiana for. My extreme homesickness has returned.

I confess.... that I am really upset that I am 900 miles from New Orleans during Carnival Season. This means King Cakes are not readily available to me. Anyone who knows me, knows these are my downfall...
Photo from the web

I confess... that I am nervous about having to take out student loans to finish college. I knew the day would come when I would have to. But, the thought of putting myself into so much debt terrifies me!

I confess.... that one of my good friends told me about a Cupbrookie. This has to be the dessert equivalent of a Turducken (chicken stuffed in a duck stuffed in a turkey). Anyhow, a Cupbrookie is a cookie inside of a brownie inside a cupcake. Sugar.Rush!
Photo courtesy of Betty Crocker

I confess.... that I am OVER THE MOON that the Saints beat the Lions in the playoffs.

I confess.... that I am now addicted to the show Dance Moms. It is a trainwreck, let me tell you! But, I can't turn away...

Thursday, January 5, 2012

Everything Happens For A Reason...

Picture it. It's North Carolina. December 23, 2011.

Yes, I just totally started my post like a Sophia story from Golden Girls. I <3 that show.

Anyways, it was December 23, 2011 and I had finished the bulk of my Christmas shopping. I was in Target picking up my last minute odds and ends. I decided to browse the toy section because hey, you never know when you might find a deal. I was perusing the doll section when this doll caught my eye.
Photo from the Target website

I immediately said, "Carly would LOVE this!" Chris gave in and the doll made her way into our cart. Santa set her out on Christmas, Carly saw her and, just as I had suspected, loved it. The story could end there, but really, then its kind of boring.

After we had opened every.single.toy the kids got, Carly walked over to me with this book that came with this doll.

All I had to do was read the cover. This doll's name was Ashley Rose. How ironic. You see, many moons ago... Ok, actually around this time in 2002, I was pregnant with a set of twins. I lost one at 13 weeks gestation due to Vanishing Twin Syndrome/miscarriage. The other one was born 10 days after her due date. We named her Carolyn aka Carly. I had named her twin - Ashleigh Rose. So, me selecting this particular doll, without even noticing the name, was indeed ironic. Carly is now 9. She knows that she had a twin that didn't survive early pregnancy. And she often questions me about her. A long time ago I did some research about Vanishing Twin Syndrome and it reported that some survivng twins often feel like part of them is missing. I have always felt that Carly was that way.

Carly and her doll, Ashley Rose

So, everything does happen for a reason. Including seeing a doll and instantly knowing that a particular child would love it without even knowing why.

Sunday, January 1, 2012

52 Weeks of ME!!!!

I'm starting a new tradition on each Sunday. It's called 52 Weeks of Me! My goal is to do something special, just for me, each week. It can be something as simple as spending an hour alone on the treadmill. Or something huge as getting my hair done.

For week #1, I am getting my nails done. Well, I am actually getting them done on Monday, but I'm still considering it as Week 1. I'll post pictures of it next Sunday.

Here is a picture of my nails that I had done a few weeks ago in honor of my New Orleans Saints. I wasn't happy with the length; I thought they were too long.