Okay. I blow at blogging! I haven't done this in a coons age. So here I am again, making an attempt to rock your world and fill you in. However, my life is an open book... an open Facebook, that is.
In the past year, not one aspect of my little life has stayed the same. My family doubled, we outgrew our house, I paid off my car, sold land and I haven't had a glass of tea. My addiction to coffee creamer started and took over my life. I ruined a pair of Sperry's with my large pregger feet and replaced them with an exact replica. The darkside took me over and I drank the iPad kool-aid, meaning I now download books and read them on it:( I haven't seen a movie and the words to Mickey Mouse Clubhouse run through my head on a constant loop. I gained 40 pounds and lost 55, but things just don't seem the same.... hum... wonder why?
What else has happened- I started as a sales rep for Ranch House Designs, so if you need any websites or layout work done, I have the hookup. Coupons now accompany me on every trip to the store. My designer purses need dusting since I have to lug so much baby crap around, but I still feel like I need a new one. My bank account has never seen ending monthly balances this low, but Surround Sound must eat. And eat they do. Whenever they freakin' want:)
We dominate grocery shopping with the stroller and a cart, and one adult. I can handle it! Charli and I planted a garden in old mineral tubs.
So far, SS can set up, hold their bottles when they deem it needed, but they can't change their own diapers yet. Damn!
I will try to do better at this. I want to make a mark in the world and or maybe make you laugh. So, my next blog will be something along the lines of humorous!
Thanks for your love and best wishes. I appreciate them:)
Thursday, April 26, 2012
Thursday, November 3, 2011
My odd encounters with humans as of late
It seems that this protruding thing I tote around causes much attention. Well, that might be because it enters a room before I do:>( Mark my words.... my boobs will start entering a room before I do once again soon, oh so very soon. Either naturally or cosmetically enhanced ones. ANYWHO... I digress.
So, lately I have had some very random encounters with humans. Take yesterday for example. I traipse in to a gas station, one that I am not a regular at by any means, and this girl goes ape shit over my bump/bulge/speed hump/whatever. Mind you- I have NEVER in my life seen this Mexican girl. I was befuddled by the fact that this young girl was not in school, as in why in the hell was she not at the high school up the road? Why was she here, annoying me? Well, Yukon doesn't have the deepest gene pool, so I chalked it up to the failed education system.
Well, this total and complete strangers says things about how big I am, when are you due and then the UNTHINKABLE happens. She asks if she can touch it! Are you strokin' me, smalls? What? Who does that to a stranger? Not me. I said "No, that is a very odd request." She follows me to the drink dispenser. I was being stalked in the store and the allure of just a little bit of Sprite had me trapped. Finally, I gave her the stink eye that I have perfected on the Paparazzi Aunt that belongs to Chisolm. It scared Mexican and along I went without being pawed.
Another gas station incident wasn't so much about me, as it was him. I am tooling out of the lot and I glimpse to my left. No, I couldn't have seen what I think I saw! There is no way in hell anyone is that dumb.... well, I was wrong. I stare at this gentleman for moments. I completely stop my car to glare at him. Yep. He was smoking..... while pumping gas...... while wearing OU clothes. I am so glad he doesn't wear the colors of the school I love and call home. How embarrassing, huh? And, my other question- how can something like a smoke have that much hold over you that you can't wait three minutes until you are back in your car and driving off? Because I know damn good and well that he wasn't above smoking in his 1997 Ford Fiesta. I squealed out of there, followed by many other people who possessed OSU Alumni stickers. We aren't no dummies!
The fed ex man had some child naming advice for me. His real God given name is Barney. He goes by Joe. He said... don't name your kid Barney. That damn purple dinosaur ruined it for everyone. Okay. So, with that wisdom, you can draw the conclusion that I won't have a son named Barney come Monday. Or daughter, I guess, in our case.
And this last one is a nice one. I was deep into conversing with my mom the other day as I pulled back into work. I thought nothing of it, sat in my car and was there for over 10 minutes. And the reason I know that is b/c Larz shut the radio off on me. So, chat, chat, chat and the local bar fly/owner comes up to me. Mind you, I office between two bars and across the street from one. This particular owner is ALWAYS out there at noon, Bud Light in hand, with his drinking buddy John. As I leave my office for lunch or whatnot, we inevitably chat and the chats lately have been about the rapid growth on my frontal side.
So, in my car I set and here he comes. Mom's chatting, I tell her to hush it and the bar fly says "Are you okay? John and I saw you pull up and you haven't gotten out, so we were scared you were in labor." Now wasn't that nice? They paid attention to someone and took the time to worry. That isn't something that happens every day. If I were in NYC, do you think someone would have observed that and had the slightest bit of worry? Nope. Only in the small town. As I finally make my way to the office, they yelled at me that it was November and I could have these kids any day. Our innocent random chats have stuck with them. That sort of makes me believe in humans. Not sure why. Maybe it's the "hormones"
Okay, until later. I should finish my actual office work. Yes. Still in the office. Mind you, I don't make rocket ships, so it isn't too strenuous!
So, lately I have had some very random encounters with humans. Take yesterday for example. I traipse in to a gas station, one that I am not a regular at by any means, and this girl goes ape shit over my bump/bulge/speed hump/whatever. Mind you- I have NEVER in my life seen this Mexican girl. I was befuddled by the fact that this young girl was not in school, as in why in the hell was she not at the high school up the road? Why was she here, annoying me? Well, Yukon doesn't have the deepest gene pool, so I chalked it up to the failed education system.
Well, this total and complete strangers says things about how big I am, when are you due and then the UNTHINKABLE happens. She asks if she can touch it! Are you strokin' me, smalls? What? Who does that to a stranger? Not me. I said "No, that is a very odd request." She follows me to the drink dispenser. I was being stalked in the store and the allure of just a little bit of Sprite had me trapped. Finally, I gave her the stink eye that I have perfected on the Paparazzi Aunt that belongs to Chisolm. It scared Mexican and along I went without being pawed.
Another gas station incident wasn't so much about me, as it was him. I am tooling out of the lot and I glimpse to my left. No, I couldn't have seen what I think I saw! There is no way in hell anyone is that dumb.... well, I was wrong. I stare at this gentleman for moments. I completely stop my car to glare at him. Yep. He was smoking..... while pumping gas...... while wearing OU clothes. I am so glad he doesn't wear the colors of the school I love and call home. How embarrassing, huh? And, my other question- how can something like a smoke have that much hold over you that you can't wait three minutes until you are back in your car and driving off? Because I know damn good and well that he wasn't above smoking in his 1997 Ford Fiesta. I squealed out of there, followed by many other people who possessed OSU Alumni stickers. We aren't no dummies!
The fed ex man had some child naming advice for me. His real God given name is Barney. He goes by Joe. He said... don't name your kid Barney. That damn purple dinosaur ruined it for everyone. Okay. So, with that wisdom, you can draw the conclusion that I won't have a son named Barney come Monday. Or daughter, I guess, in our case.
And this last one is a nice one. I was deep into conversing with my mom the other day as I pulled back into work. I thought nothing of it, sat in my car and was there for over 10 minutes. And the reason I know that is b/c Larz shut the radio off on me. So, chat, chat, chat and the local bar fly/owner comes up to me. Mind you, I office between two bars and across the street from one. This particular owner is ALWAYS out there at noon, Bud Light in hand, with his drinking buddy John. As I leave my office for lunch or whatnot, we inevitably chat and the chats lately have been about the rapid growth on my frontal side.
So, in my car I set and here he comes. Mom's chatting, I tell her to hush it and the bar fly says "Are you okay? John and I saw you pull up and you haven't gotten out, so we were scared you were in labor." Now wasn't that nice? They paid attention to someone and took the time to worry. That isn't something that happens every day. If I were in NYC, do you think someone would have observed that and had the slightest bit of worry? Nope. Only in the small town. As I finally make my way to the office, they yelled at me that it was November and I could have these kids any day. Our innocent random chats have stuck with them. That sort of makes me believe in humans. Not sure why. Maybe it's the "hormones"
Okay, until later. I should finish my actual office work. Yes. Still in the office. Mind you, I don't make rocket ships, so it isn't too strenuous!
Monday, October 24, 2011
A-Z about me
Stole this b/c I am not feeling to whoopee today. Just blah, and it has been forever since I decided to teach you anything. HA.
1- Apples or Oranges: Apples- granny smith or pink ladies. Have to be crispy- NO MUCH!
2- Bed.... YES PLEASE! Oh wait- I have one, yep.
3- Chore I hate- putting clothes away. That and folding them.
4- Dog- Not allowed to have one:(
5- Essential start to day- Brushing teeth!!!!!
6- Favorite color- OSU Orange, pretty please
7- Gold or Silver? Silver all the way.
8- Height- 5 foot 9 1/2 inches. Yes, give me my 1/2 please?
9- Instruments I play? None. Tried the sax in elementary, but only thing I learned was to forge my daddy's signature:)
10- Job you most liked- had a blast at Toys R Us one Christmas season.
11- Kids... Incubating two right now that are about to be served with an eviction notice.
12- Live in: brick and mortar for sale house.. anyone want to buy it?
13- Make of Car. Dodge, much to my grandfathers chagrin.
14- Nicknames? Keffer, Princess, Bones
15- Overnight hospital stays- none YET, see number 11
16- Pet Peeves? sucking teeth, whispering to yourself, dragging your feet and making me put my clothes away.
17- Quote from a movie... I am drawing a blank right meow.
18- Scary movies, yes or no? HELL to the NO!
19- TV Shows- too many since we got a dvr. Gossip Girl, Greys, Wheel of Fortune
20- Underwear. Hate them. Despise them, see no use for them.
21- Vegetables I hate.... Brussel sprouts but have never eaten them, radishes,
22- What makes me run late? The simple act of attempting to wake up. Can't do it. Always late. have been since birth.
23- x-rays? Plenty as a kid.
24- Yummy food I make? Hum.. I do actually cook. What is yummy? All of it?
25- Zoo Animal- Love me some dressed fancy penguins!
Tada!
1- Apples or Oranges: Apples- granny smith or pink ladies. Have to be crispy- NO MUCH!
2- Bed.... YES PLEASE! Oh wait- I have one, yep.
3- Chore I hate- putting clothes away. That and folding them.
4- Dog- Not allowed to have one:(
5- Essential start to day- Brushing teeth!!!!!
6- Favorite color- OSU Orange, pretty please
7- Gold or Silver? Silver all the way.
8- Height- 5 foot 9 1/2 inches. Yes, give me my 1/2 please?
9- Instruments I play? None. Tried the sax in elementary, but only thing I learned was to forge my daddy's signature:)
10- Job you most liked- had a blast at Toys R Us one Christmas season.
11- Kids... Incubating two right now that are about to be served with an eviction notice.
12- Live in: brick and mortar for sale house.. anyone want to buy it?
13- Make of Car. Dodge, much to my grandfathers chagrin.
14- Nicknames? Keffer, Princess, Bones
15- Overnight hospital stays- none YET, see number 11
16- Pet Peeves? sucking teeth, whispering to yourself, dragging your feet and making me put my clothes away.
17- Quote from a movie... I am drawing a blank right meow.
18- Scary movies, yes or no? HELL to the NO!
19- TV Shows- too many since we got a dvr. Gossip Girl, Greys, Wheel of Fortune
20- Underwear. Hate them. Despise them, see no use for them.
21- Vegetables I hate.... Brussel sprouts but have never eaten them, radishes,
22- What makes me run late? The simple act of attempting to wake up. Can't do it. Always late. have been since birth.
23- x-rays? Plenty as a kid.
24- Yummy food I make? Hum.. I do actually cook. What is yummy? All of it?
25- Zoo Animal- Love me some dressed fancy penguins!
Tada!
Monday, September 26, 2011
Misc. Monday
Welcome to another addition of my boring life forced upon you.......
1) I am listening to a CD I burnt in 2004. Yep. I just mentioned CD and 2004 in the same sentence. It is old. It skips. I don't care. I had the world by the tail, a graduation date in sight and a minimum wage job that didn't cover my needs but sure made me a happy fool. I skipped so much history that I would get the results of my last test. I passed, with a C. It was freshman history, BTW. We would stay up until like 6 a.m. hanging out in the backyard. We often found random people sleeping on our couch. One particular person stayed for months. Then I graduated, life changed and I hold on to old CD's for dear life.
2) My brother up and got a full-time real job not near me. How rude was that? He didn't even really ask me if I would allow him to leave. How rude is that?! I joke, I joke. Who would have thought that two Keffer's would graduate OSU without a criminal record, children, mental breakdown or outstanding warrants. Pretty stellar I must say:) Well, since our whole family isn't that squeaky clean.
3) OSU is #5 and the Colts are not. Good think I have my Alma mater, huh? Maybe the Colts will draft the OSU QB..... In case Peyton is reading this- I love you, but I know you won't last forever. I am okay with that. Teach someone to be as great as you are. It is that simple. Please and Thanks.
4) I read a great article in the Daily Oklahoman about the state fair. It was about how the reporter got to see agriculture. Well written, so I wrote the author a thank you email. She responded to it. I think that was nice of her.
5) My life is so boring those are the only things I can think to type about. It is Monday, a dude being a jackass just called. I want to clock out. So, I won't bore you any more. Thanks for playing along y'all. KCK
1) I am listening to a CD I burnt in 2004. Yep. I just mentioned CD and 2004 in the same sentence. It is old. It skips. I don't care. I had the world by the tail, a graduation date in sight and a minimum wage job that didn't cover my needs but sure made me a happy fool. I skipped so much history that I would get the results of my last test. I passed, with a C. It was freshman history, BTW. We would stay up until like 6 a.m. hanging out in the backyard. We often found random people sleeping on our couch. One particular person stayed for months. Then I graduated, life changed and I hold on to old CD's for dear life.
2) My brother up and got a full-time real job not near me. How rude was that? He didn't even really ask me if I would allow him to leave. How rude is that?! I joke, I joke. Who would have thought that two Keffer's would graduate OSU without a criminal record, children, mental breakdown or outstanding warrants. Pretty stellar I must say:) Well, since our whole family isn't that squeaky clean.
3) OSU is #5 and the Colts are not. Good think I have my Alma mater, huh? Maybe the Colts will draft the OSU QB..... In case Peyton is reading this- I love you, but I know you won't last forever. I am okay with that. Teach someone to be as great as you are. It is that simple. Please and Thanks.
4) I read a great article in the Daily Oklahoman about the state fair. It was about how the reporter got to see agriculture. Well written, so I wrote the author a thank you email. She responded to it. I think that was nice of her.
5) My life is so boring those are the only things I can think to type about. It is Monday, a dude being a jackass just called. I want to clock out. So, I won't bore you any more. Thanks for playing along y'all. KCK
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Hump Day Humor
Let me set this up- I work with Jack and Jill. They are hysterical grandparents who could almost make me blush. Almost. They are that funny. We give each other a load of crap and it is like having a full set of grandparents to be with every day, if only mine were to talk about penis' and the likes.
Well, Jack is a very active "elderly" lawyer. He curses and makes fun of his still living classmates that live a sedimentary lifestyle. He knows if he slows down, he too will become the drooling heaps of cholesterol he loathes. Therefore, every morning he goes to a co-ed YMCA to swim. He does this so his diet can consist solely of chocolate, ice cream and coffee. (His wife can be quoted as telling me that he will eat three or four spoons of ice cream while waiting for the morning coffee to brew!)
Yesterday was no exception in Jack's routine, and off the the Y he goes. Only, when he called in and sent Jill into a fit of hysterics that had me brushing up on my CPR to aide her, his morning hadn't gone a planned. You see, instead of showing in his speedo (yes. speedo) he hopped in buck ass naked. That meant he strutted out to the pool buck ass naked. Causing him to strut back to the locker room still buck ass naked. Tossing on his bottoms and cruising out to apologize to the ladies all ready in the pool, he got two shocking responses. One woman told him she couldn't see that far and the other one said "Hell, I've seen it all." I like these old birds!!
When he got to the office today, there was a sign requiring shirt, shoes and pants to enter. Jill was quick to whip out the clip art and formulate little signs. And, she has only called him Buck all day. The saying "keep your pants on" has been utilized by yours truly a few times today:) I am that quick!
If you hadn't exercised your facial muscle today, I hope that did it for you. Go to www.eddiehaynesinc.com and hit up the associates page to get a look at Jack, with clothes, to enhance the giggle!
Well, Jack is a very active "elderly" lawyer. He curses and makes fun of his still living classmates that live a sedimentary lifestyle. He knows if he slows down, he too will become the drooling heaps of cholesterol he loathes. Therefore, every morning he goes to a co-ed YMCA to swim. He does this so his diet can consist solely of chocolate, ice cream and coffee. (His wife can be quoted as telling me that he will eat three or four spoons of ice cream while waiting for the morning coffee to brew!)
Yesterday was no exception in Jack's routine, and off the the Y he goes. Only, when he called in and sent Jill into a fit of hysterics that had me brushing up on my CPR to aide her, his morning hadn't gone a planned. You see, instead of showing in his speedo (yes. speedo) he hopped in buck ass naked. That meant he strutted out to the pool buck ass naked. Causing him to strut back to the locker room still buck ass naked. Tossing on his bottoms and cruising out to apologize to the ladies all ready in the pool, he got two shocking responses. One woman told him she couldn't see that far and the other one said "Hell, I've seen it all." I like these old birds!!
When he got to the office today, there was a sign requiring shirt, shoes and pants to enter. Jill was quick to whip out the clip art and formulate little signs. And, she has only called him Buck all day. The saying "keep your pants on" has been utilized by yours truly a few times today:) I am that quick!
If you hadn't exercised your facial muscle today, I hope that did it for you. Go to www.eddiehaynesinc.com and hit up the associates page to get a look at Jack, with clothes, to enhance the giggle!
Monday, August 15, 2011
Peeing
In my many years of urination and of raising livestock, I have come to figure out that peeing has a sound. My dad using the saying "raining like a cow pissing on a flat rock" when we have really fast, rapid, gully washer rain. It splatters. It makes a sound.
The reason for me dragging you into a situation of learning about peeing is this story:
Saturday, as I was navigating Sam's club, our realtor called me. He informed me of a couple who wanted to see the house, could I get it together, blah, blah. At this point, the conversation was totally normal, sounded like any other business professional calling a client. Then it took a dramatic turn for the worse. As he was breaking my little heart informing me that someone who loved our house, needed to move in fast, was a real "live one" had disappeared. I was so into his story that I was listening very intently. Then I heard it. It started slowly. I heard his voice echo. That echo sound of a bathroom. (I know this b/c I have heard it from friends/done it to friends but those are friends, not clients) I hear his voice ricochet off the walls. Then I heard the stream of urine making its way from the ureter to the bowl. That is a distance for men, due to their standing up. It echoed, made the pee sound, he was peeing in my ear.
It took me a few seconds to grasp that I was just in the bathroom with my realtor, while he was peeing. Not only have I taken out ads in newspapers, put our house on craigslist, printed off flyers, put them in "take one" tubes on our signs and hand made signs to cover this realtors ass, I have been to pee with him. I must say his prostate is healthy, or healthy enough to be picked up by a new version of the iPhone. Who does this? Honestly, would you keep this man as your professional realtor or would you can his ass?
The reason for me dragging you into a situation of learning about peeing is this story:
Saturday, as I was navigating Sam's club, our realtor called me. He informed me of a couple who wanted to see the house, could I get it together, blah, blah. At this point, the conversation was totally normal, sounded like any other business professional calling a client. Then it took a dramatic turn for the worse. As he was breaking my little heart informing me that someone who loved our house, needed to move in fast, was a real "live one" had disappeared. I was so into his story that I was listening very intently. Then I heard it. It started slowly. I heard his voice echo. That echo sound of a bathroom. (I know this b/c I have heard it from friends/done it to friends but those are friends, not clients) I hear his voice ricochet off the walls. Then I heard the stream of urine making its way from the ureter to the bowl. That is a distance for men, due to their standing up. It echoed, made the pee sound, he was peeing in my ear.
It took me a few seconds to grasp that I was just in the bathroom with my realtor, while he was peeing. Not only have I taken out ads in newspapers, put our house on craigslist, printed off flyers, put them in "take one" tubes on our signs and hand made signs to cover this realtors ass, I have been to pee with him. I must say his prostate is healthy, or healthy enough to be picked up by a new version of the iPhone. Who does this? Honestly, would you keep this man as your professional realtor or would you can his ass?
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
I miss
Okay. By now the cat's out of the bag. I went and got knocked up with twins. Yep. I have always been a leader, an over achiever, right? HA. Guess my womb took up the slack and decided to overachieve. I think the long-term boyfriends of years ago have all taken a deep sigh of relief knowing we didn't work out, we didn't stand at an alter together and they aren't fathering two kids at one time. Two cars, two college educations, two strollers, two DEEP BREATHES. Sometimes I panic. Others, I just think I am normal and you singleton momma's are abnormal.
Anyway. Since I have started this incubating debacle I have encountered a few things that I miss, I really, really miss. At first, I figured I would miss the taste of beer oh so very much, and happy hours. Turns out Oklahoma has been handed a weather death sentence this summer and patio/happy hours would have been limited. Just my luck, right?! Mind you, I will huff a brew when it passes under my nose and I did let a little drop of a beer touch my tongue. Momma still likes the taste, so don't worry I am going to change my spots. But, that hasn't been my number one thing missing.
I miss my deep belly button. Gross and random, I know. Maybe TMI, but it's the truth. I love to stick my finger in it. Not sure why, always have, not just a random, nervous habit. Just a habit in general, a lot like my hair twirling. I have a cute, deep, clean belly button. CORRECTION- had. Sure hope the damn thing goes back to normal.
My designer jeans are gathering dust. I miss putting my butt cheeks in expensive denim and wearing them proudly. Not to brag, but I often thought I sort of rocked them. Not Heidi Klum, super model rocked them but in a sassy KC type way. This whole process is not allowing me to wear them. I don't know if my arse is getting larger (no comments from the peanut gallery, okay) or what, but I hope like crazy these two aliens don't strip me of the joy of wearing those jeans again after I calve.
Another thing I miss..... people calling simply to chat with me, about my day, their day, our lives. Not treating me like a container for the happiness they desire. I am simply called upon to check in on Thing one and Thing two. My daddy checks in on them, I am an after thought any more. I am simply a container for life. Long and short of it, everyone will always call about these silly kids from now on. If you are my friend and reading this..... please call me and chat, giggle and enjoy the conversation without feeling like you have to get a status update from my womb. I won't be offended. I think I have almost lost a very close friend, b/c she feels she has to ask those questions but in real life she could give two shits about the answers. She just doesn't care and that is okay with me. Not everyone can wrap their heads around me harboring twins. Most of the time it is me scratching my head and wondering "how did this happen?"
I miss Diet Coke, but I hope it doesn't become a staple in my life again. It wasn't that hard to cut out and I hope I stay strong on that. I miss being strong willed against my sweet tooth, too. That has to stop once I pop.
Not that my feet are pretty but seeing them used to be normal. I would like to know that they are there and all toes are present and accounted for. Yes folks, that means I know possess enough stomach to not be able to see my feet. I feel bad for the men that haven't seen them in years:) heehee.
And last but not least, I miss being spontaneous and actually enjoying seeing people. I am avoiding people like the plague. I am shallow. I will admit it. This excess weight is wearing me out, and I am hiding from everyone. I spend a lot of time at home, which let me tell you can be pretty damn boring when it's too hot to even walk outside. I miss just being able to drive a long drive without seeking a doctors okay. Pregnant women are sort of treated like invalids. Especially one toting two bambinos around. So, if you invite me to something and I dodge the event, simply know it isn't you. It is me and I dodge everyone, especially events that might have cameras involved. No pictures please!
That about wraps it up for this whining session. Thanks for reading along.
Anyway. Since I have started this incubating debacle I have encountered a few things that I miss, I really, really miss. At first, I figured I would miss the taste of beer oh so very much, and happy hours. Turns out Oklahoma has been handed a weather death sentence this summer and patio/happy hours would have been limited. Just my luck, right?! Mind you, I will huff a brew when it passes under my nose and I did let a little drop of a beer touch my tongue. Momma still likes the taste, so don't worry I am going to change my spots. But, that hasn't been my number one thing missing.
I miss my deep belly button. Gross and random, I know. Maybe TMI, but it's the truth. I love to stick my finger in it. Not sure why, always have, not just a random, nervous habit. Just a habit in general, a lot like my hair twirling. I have a cute, deep, clean belly button. CORRECTION- had. Sure hope the damn thing goes back to normal.
My designer jeans are gathering dust. I miss putting my butt cheeks in expensive denim and wearing them proudly. Not to brag, but I often thought I sort of rocked them. Not Heidi Klum, super model rocked them but in a sassy KC type way. This whole process is not allowing me to wear them. I don't know if my arse is getting larger (no comments from the peanut gallery, okay) or what, but I hope like crazy these two aliens don't strip me of the joy of wearing those jeans again after I calve.
Another thing I miss..... people calling simply to chat with me, about my day, their day, our lives. Not treating me like a container for the happiness they desire. I am simply called upon to check in on Thing one and Thing two. My daddy checks in on them, I am an after thought any more. I am simply a container for life. Long and short of it, everyone will always call about these silly kids from now on. If you are my friend and reading this..... please call me and chat, giggle and enjoy the conversation without feeling like you have to get a status update from my womb. I won't be offended. I think I have almost lost a very close friend, b/c she feels she has to ask those questions but in real life she could give two shits about the answers. She just doesn't care and that is okay with me. Not everyone can wrap their heads around me harboring twins. Most of the time it is me scratching my head and wondering "how did this happen?"
I miss Diet Coke, but I hope it doesn't become a staple in my life again. It wasn't that hard to cut out and I hope I stay strong on that. I miss being strong willed against my sweet tooth, too. That has to stop once I pop.
Not that my feet are pretty but seeing them used to be normal. I would like to know that they are there and all toes are present and accounted for. Yes folks, that means I know possess enough stomach to not be able to see my feet. I feel bad for the men that haven't seen them in years:) heehee.
And last but not least, I miss being spontaneous and actually enjoying seeing people. I am avoiding people like the plague. I am shallow. I will admit it. This excess weight is wearing me out, and I am hiding from everyone. I spend a lot of time at home, which let me tell you can be pretty damn boring when it's too hot to even walk outside. I miss just being able to drive a long drive without seeking a doctors okay. Pregnant women are sort of treated like invalids. Especially one toting two bambinos around. So, if you invite me to something and I dodge the event, simply know it isn't you. It is me and I dodge everyone, especially events that might have cameras involved. No pictures please!
That about wraps it up for this whining session. Thanks for reading along.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)