They Don't Call Me "Scary" for Nothing

Apparently, I can be a little scary.  The other day I came from work, looked in the refrigerator, and saw the Mr. had gotten sushi from the grocery store.

Me - "Did you go to the grocery store just to get sushi?"

the Mr. - "Why?"

Me - "Why can't I ask you a question without you BEING SO F*BOMBING WEIRD!!!"

the Mr. - ................ (I don't think he knew how to respond to this.)

The next morning.....

the Mr. - "Will you be honest with me for a minute?" .... "Are you getting your period?"

Me -  (very calmly) "No."

the Mr. - "Really?"

Me - "Yes, really ... because I got it this morning."

the Mr. - (With relief) "Oh, ok. You'll love me again in a few days."

Me - ................... (I didn't know how to respond to this)



They Don't Call it "Grandma Time" for Nothing

The Mr.'s Mama was in town visiting for a few days.  You can say what you want about your Mother-in-law, but there are two words that come to my mind when I think about Grandma: THANK GOD. 

Don't get me wrong... I LOVE rushing home every day after work to feed the Chitlin dinner, give her a bath, and put her to bed... but sometimes it's nice to have those things crossed off your "To Do as Soon as I get Home so I can get Started on Dinner Before Cleaning it up and Squeezing in a Load of Laundry Before I Pass Out"  list.  Then again...how could anyone resist feeding this little face?

Also, you just can't put a price on a little alone time.  Since Grandma was staying the night, the Mr. and I got to celebrate a friend's wedding out of town with no guilt or worry.  We trust Grandma's got it and the Chitlin will be happy. PRICELESS

Plus! Grandma not only spoils the Chitlin with treats... she also left a little something for the adults.

THANK GOD... and Grandmas

They Don't Call Me "Mall Walker" for Nothing

The Chitlin and I LOVE walking through the mall. (Ok. Maybe she just LOVES trying to climb in the fountains they have there.)  Anyway, during our little walks through the mall, I always like to acknowledge other Mommies and their strollers and ooh and ahh at their own little ones.  I can't help it. It's like Mommy protocol.  I smile at Mommy, peek in the stroller, and make a "How cute!" face.  So the other day I was taken aback when I smiled at Mommy, peeked in the stroller, and saw this:

...I still made a "How cute!" face.

They Don't Call it "Tradition" for Nothing

It's a tradition that every year the Mr. and I try and fly up to the Bay Area and catch a baseball game with the Giants (because I'm from the Bay Area) playing the Dodgers (because he doesn't know any better).  When we first met we both declared how our love for our rival teams would never waver...and still ended up falling for each other anyway. 

We like to get into heated arguments about our teams (as if we are getting paid to play for each) that results in one of us yelling, "Shut up!" and walking away.....we have yet to finish the fight involving the Chitlin.

We had skipped going to a game last year when the Chitlin was born. So this year we were so excited to be at an actual game again that someone forgot to wear his bright blue hat.  So you can imagine how excited I was to get this pic of us looking like two peas in a pod.

They Don't Call Me "Working from Home" for Nothing

My job lets me work from home when I need to.  It's not as sexy as it sounds.  I do more work at home than I do in my cubicle.  It's the Chitlin's fault.  Entertaining her and trying to work is exhausting.  I tried sitting her in front of the TV and it turned her into a little zombie.

It only lasted for 5 minutes so I only felt really guilty for about 2.

They Don't Call it a "Blog Hop" for Nothing

Guess who the lovely Haute Mom has featured as the guest hostess for the Welcome Wednesday Blog Hop? - Moi! Blog Hops are like fun little meet and greets for bloggers and I'm always super excited mingle.

They Don't Call Me "Carnivore" for Nothing

I tried being a vegetarian.  It lasted 4 weeks and 3 days.  The Mr. even joined me in the quest for vegetable domination.  Then one day we both looked at each other and admitted, "I miss meat".  I felt hungry ALL the time and honestly...I had my fill of beans and tofu.  It was starting to make me hostile.  So I went to my favorite (and nearest) fast food drive thru, ordered a #6 with curly fries, and went to town.  I suppose I agree with Bestie Kate when she said, "I like being on top of the food chain."

One.Happy.Girl.

They Don't Call it a "Black Out" for Nothing

All of last night (and part of the day) all of South OC and San Diego sat in the dark.  We had no electricity and (for most) no cell phone service.  The Mr. and I (meaning just me) panicked. 

Me - "We have NO Internet!?"

the Mr. - "No."

Me - "What are we going to do?!"

the Mr. - "The same thing people did before electricity."

Me - "...but I wasn't born then!!!"

(Pause)

        "So do we just..."talk" to each other?"

the Mr. - "Yes."

Me - "...awkward."

They Don't Call Me "Difficult" for Nothing

Once a month I like to treat myself to a mani/pedi.  I go with the intention of ONLY  getting a mani/pedi, but am often talked into paying for extra.  i.e. Longer massage, hot wax, callus remover, etc.   The only thing I am absolutely, positively, strictly "NO!" about is the always asked question, "Do you want a flower?  "NO!"  A flower on my big toe does NOT make my feet look sexay - it actually draws MORE attention to them.  I blame the massage chairs and their magical vibrating/rolly things for all the deceit. 

Look at them. So innocent yet persuasive.

Anyways...this time I was talked into getting my eyebrows done.  No big deal... because I can honestly say I REALLY needed some help there.  It had been weeks since my last upkeep and they were starting to get crazy... er... make me LOOK crazy.  So we went into the back room and after a good 15 mins, she looks at me and says, "Your eyebrows are very difficult". 

P.S. - This photo is only SLIGHTLY exaggerated.

  

They Don't Call it "Picture Perfect" for Nothing

The Mr. got me a fancy camera awhile back to help encourage my creativity and to ALSO encourage never having to experience getting the Chitlin's picture taken at Sears ever, EVER, again.  I believe these were his exact words:

"That was hell."

So we haven't gone back since and here are some pics from the long weekend. We didn't do much so I just have pics of the Chitlin in the morning and of her new shoes... Somehow that sounded more exciting in my head.

In the Morning

New Shoes

The End



They Don't Call Me "Bitten" for Nothing

It's summer time and for the past few nights I've been getting bitten...and it's not by vampire bad boys like Eric Northman.



Oh boy...I love me some True Blood 

No. I am getting bitten by something else.  I'm guessing it's mosquitoes, but it could also be tiny alien creatures slowly trying to suck the life out of me. (Too bad my job already does that.  Beat you, so HA!)  This is also just happening to me...and only me.  The Mr. and the Chitlin seem to be immune.  I have bites ALL over my legs and I can't stop itching...and it's hot...and I'm uncomfortable.  So I plan on doing the only logical thing to do....drink some tequila and see how those blood suckers like me now. It's always been my experience that though tequila may make you feel sexy...it does not make you smell sexy.  Whatever happens...it's a win/win situation.

They Don't Call Me "Makeover Time" for Nothing

A few weeks ago I gave my blog a makeover.  Mostly because I had thought this entire time it had pretty pink writing with a pretty pink background.  I was only half right so apparently I'm only half color blind. 

(Setting: Co-Worker Bestie's Cubicle)

Co-Worker Bestie - "Your background is tan."

Me - "No it's pink."

Co-Worker Bestie - "Am I crazy or are you?" (pulls up blog to make final decision)  "....that is tan my friend" (closes screen)

I guess she's right. It's tan AND I'm crazy. So the first thing I did when I got home was give it a makeover. (Well...the first thing I did after I made dinner, washed dishes, gave the Chitlin a bath, put her to bed, etc...)

Now this "blank" is definitely pink............right?