Wednesday, April 30, 2008

My journey into the blogosphere thus far

I never thought I would be a blogger. I didn't think I had anything clever to say. But indeed I can ramble for hours about useless crap ;o) No seriously, I find it cathartic. Not to mention if I am sitting at the computer I am not eating. One step closer to fitting back into those jeans! I go back to work on Monday, blah! Unfortunately I will not be able to be on the computer as much. I am going to be working full-time, I miss getting a paycheck. I am so poor I can't even pay attention. Thank you, thank you very much. I'm here all week!
I rather enjoy reading all your comments, thanks for reading! I hope I can blog a little here and there.

100 Scenes...1-25

On the heels of T.W.I.T. and Carter Nitty Gritty, here are my 100 scenes I hope pop up as my life flashes before my eyes. I enjoyed reading theirs so much, I hope you enjoy mine. It was cool to write and reminisce.
In no particular order:

1. Being with my grandma when she passed away and telling her I love her for the last time.
2. My dad surprising me with Pittsburgh Penguins tickets and an authentic Mario Lemieux jersey. SCORE!
3. Sitting on the front porch in the summer with my mom listening to and watching a thunderstorm.
4. Seeing who can swim the most laps under water without coming up for air with my cousin Chad. (I won, every time!)
5. Seeing my husband’s face when he found out our first was a boy.
6. Getting into a car accident with my friend Melanie and having to take a Greyhound bus to Toledo. (stink, stank, stunk!)
7. Snorkeling in Key West on my honeymoon and seeing a barracuda.
8. My first roller coaster ride with my dad (The Beast at Kings Island).
9. My wedding day, and laughing nervously in front of everyone.
10. My first sleepover with my friend Kristin.
11. Hurricane Katrina, the gamut of emotions I felt. Leaving our home, getting far enough away from the storm, my phone ringing off the hook because people were worried about us, seeing it hit on TV, the incredible outpouring of donations of clothes and necessities (we only had enough for 2 days), saying goodbye to my husband because it was his job to save people, watching FOX News endlessly, celebrating my son's 2nd birthday, wondering if I had a home to go back to, seeing the aftermath first hand. I could write a book, seriously!
12. My 21st birthday, enough said.
13. Going with my mom and dad on a ‘business trip’ to Harrisburg, PA and seeing my new golden retriever puppy.
14. Driving from Las Vegas to the Grand Canyon at 3 am to see the sun rise only to get lost and end up in Wikiup, AZ, somewhere in the desert. It was still beautiful!
15. Singing "Baby’s Got Back"(karaoke) at the office Christmas party. (so much fun!)
16. The birth of Hayden (12 ½ hours of labor)
17. The birth of Logan (7 hours of labor)
18. The birth of Bryn (almost 5 hours of labor)
19. Having Dairy Queen with my grandpa for the last time. (He passed away that night.)
20. Making Christmas cookies with my mom while listening to Jose Feliciano's “Feliz Navidad”.
21. Seeing Hayden get on the school bus for the first time.
22. Horseback riding on the beach in Puerto Rico, twice.
23. Christmas at my grandma and grandpa's, getting my Cabbage Patch doll.
24. 1992, voting in my first presidential election for George H. W. Bush, feeling sad that he lost
25. Seeing New Kids on the Block in Cleveland with Melanie and Andrea.

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Sock it to me


These little socks by Trumpette Baby are perhaps my favorite thing that I have bought for Bryn. They look like little Mary Jane shoes. I get so many compliments from people when she wears them. She has every color to go with every outfit. (They also have ballerina socks.) A great gift idea for your baby or someone you know. You're never too young to be a fashionista!

New Orleans Ink

"Look Mommy, I've got tattoos!"





I especially like the 'Mike Tyson' face tattoos!

Monday, April 28, 2008

rethink the shark

I had this video on my Myspace page, and now it is making a debut on my blog. Anyone who knows me knows that I love sharks and am very passionate about the ocean and conservation. I missed my calling, I should have been an oceanographer. (We can learn so much from sharks, but that is another blog for another day.)
Over the weekend a triathlete was killed by a great white shark in California. This is fuel for the shark haters. This a tragic, unexpected, and rather unfortunate event. It isn't however not the shark's "fault". These are wild animals that do not know they are biting human flesh. They are simply hunting for survival. Whether they mistook him for a seal makes no never mind. When you go into the ocean you are going into a whole different territory. You run the risk of encountering what lives, and eats there. If you don't want to get bitten, don't go in. We go to the ocean every summer. I know that there are sharks there. I don't let my children go in past their knees. I know that sharks like to hunt in shallow water at dawn and dusk. We go mid-day and pretty much play right on shore. We try to eliminate some of the risk. Everything you do has some risk attached. That man didn't go into the ocean thinking he was going to get bitten, just as you don't drive your car thinking you are going to get hit. Life isn't worth living without the risks.
Save the shark, kill the toaster!

Saturday, April 26, 2008

Must see t.v.

It's no secret that I love t.v. Some of my favorite shows are The Office, 30 Rock, Grey's Anatomy, LOST, House, Project Runway etc., etc. There are a few shows that I don't think get a whole lot of recognition, and they're great! Here are some of those shows:







This delicious reality show has the recipe for success; two parts drama, one part talent and a dash of humor. I love to watch people cook, and I have been a die hard fan since the first season. These chefs and chef wannabes create some pretty interesting dishes (most of which I cannot even pronounce). They even have a new cookbook coming out. I will probably own this. BRAVO!



Another show for the foodies, Ace of Cakes on the Food Network. I get a cavity just watching this show. Chef Duff and the crew create masterpieces out of cake. They can literally make just about anything. Airplanes, guitars, cars, wine bottles, people, even the family pet. I enjoy seeing what they are going to create next.



Psych is about a fake psychic detective Shawn Spencer, played by cutie pie James Roday. His BFF Burton 'Gus' Guster, who oddly enough enough resembles 'Bud' from The Cosby show, is his side-kick (because every crime fighter needs a side-kick). Hired by the Santa Barbara police Department, Shawn's impressive attention to detail proves that no crime is too much for him to handle. His keen observation skills never cease to amaze the SBPD, even the skeptical Detective Carlton Lassiter. I love the little references to the 80's and 90's (that always makes me lol). I predict a hit!The Flight of the Conchords is in a word, hysterical! This musical comedy is about two New Zealand imports, Bret McKenzie and Jemaine (sans 'R') Clement, trying to make it big in NYC with their folk band. Their manager, Murray (also a Kiwi), tries to get them gigs. Their "tour bus" was a Honda Accord and their big show was at the airport if this tells you anything. Bret and Jemaine do have one loyal fan, Mel, also the president and only member of their fan club. TFOTC is kind of like Seinfeld, but with music. I am greatly anticipating the second season on HBO. Musical genius!

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Sleeping with the fishes

These were our fish, Tiki and Ronde (after the football players). They were my boy's fish. My little one, Logan was three at the time. He loved these fish. So much so that he wanted to sleep with them, literally.
My husband was out of town and I had just put the boys to bed. I went to bed after them and was watching TV. I thought I heard something so I got out of bed and went into the kitchen only to find fish food EVERYWHERE! The fish tank was so filled with food that I couldn't see the fish. So as I began cleaning the tank, I realized that the fish weren't in there. I looked everywhere in the kitchen. Surely they didn't jump out. Well it was no secret who 'fed' the fish, so I went into Logan's room and I asked him where the fish were. He said "in bed". As I dismantled his bed frantically trying to find the fish carcasses, he handed me a box. I opened it and saw Tiki and Ronde, wet, dead, and lying in a bed of fish food. I asked Logan why he did this. His response was "I love them and I wanted them to sleep with me.". This was so cute and well gross that I couldn't possibly be angry. He didn't understand why they died. After I attempted to explain, we had a little funeral service and flushed them away.

Arachnaphobia!

This is what was on my porch a few weeks ago. Black widows are really common around here.
I squashed her right after I took this picture...and didn't feel bad about it either. Time to spray again this year!

Monday, April 21, 2008

Ringtones

Ringtones are a way cool way to personalize your phone. You can have one song, a song for everyone that calls, and you can even have a ring back tone so when someone calls your phone they can hear a little "while you wait" music. Ringtones can say a lot about you. Have you ever heard someones ringtone and the song didn't seem to fit? For instance, I was in the doctor's office and there was a woman there who obviously didn't read the "Please turn all cell phones off or to vibrate" sign. I was reading the latest Allure and quite enjoying the article about brow tweezing when I heard this obnoxious little diddy:

Fergalicious (so delicious)But I ain't promiscuous.
And if you was suspicious,
All that shit is fictitious.
I blow kisses (mmmwwahhh)
That puts them boys on rock, rock.
And they be lining down the block just to watch what I got

Picture this in your mind, what kind of person do you imagine would have such a ringtone?
When I hear this song I picture a bleach blonde with dark roots, low cut shirt, gold chains, big earrings, and tight booty jeans, oh and a thong showing (the hallmark of white trash, pardon me I am stereotyping). Is that kinda what you thought? Well the woman belonging to this ringtone was actually very well dressed, great shoes, 40 ish, and very professional looking. This says to me she is recently divorced, clinging to her youth, and possibly trying to find the Ashton to her Demi. Now it is possible that she just really likes Fergie, but that scenario just isn't as much fun.

My ringtone was "On Call" by Kings of Leon. I chose this because I thought it was cool that every time my phone rang I heard "I'm on call...". I recently changed it to "Bryn" by Vampire Weekend, because my new daughter is Bryn. I love hearing her name. My husband's ringtone is hilarious. It's "Goodbye Horses" by Q. Lazzarus and Garvey. You might know this better as the song from The Silence of the Lambs, where Jame Gumb, a.k.a. 'Buffalo Bill', is dancing. It was also in Clerks II, Jay, from Jay and Silent Bob fame, re-enacted this scene and it was hilarious. (It's a joke, you would have to know C.)
So tell me, what is your ringtone?

Saturday, April 19, 2008

Juno

So I have been dying to see Juno ever since it was in the theater. It was in my queue at Netflix but I decided to bite the bullet and buy it. L. you are totally right. It cheesed me off.
Allow me to set the scene. Juno, her friend Leah, and step mother Brenda go the doctor for Juno's first ultrasound. It goes something like this:

Ultrasound Technician: Well, there you have it. Would you like to know the sex?
Leah: Yes!
Juno MacGuff: No!
Leah: Pleease, Juno, please!
Juno MacGuff: No, there will be no sex!
Ultrasound Technician: Planning to be surprised when you deliver?
Juno MacGuff: Well, no, but I want Mark and Vanessa to be surprised and if you tell me I'll just, like, ruin everything.
Ultrasound Technician: Are Mark and Vanessa your friends at school?
Juno MacGuff: No, no, no. They're the adoptive parents.
Ultrasound Technician: Oh, well thank goodness for that!
Bren: What's that supposed to mean?
Ultrasound Technician: I just see a lot of teenage mothers come through here and it's obviously a poisonous environment to raise a baby in.
Juno MacGuff: How do you know I'm so poisonous? What if these adoptive parents turn out to be, like, evil molesters.
Bren: They could be utterly negligent. Maybe they'll do a far shittier job of raising a kid than my dumbass step-daughter would. Have you considered that?... What is your job title exactly? Ultrasound Technician: I'm an ultrasound technician, ma'am.
Bren: Well, I'm a nail technician and I think we both ought to just stick to what we know. Ultrasound Technician: Excuse me?
Bren: Oh, you think you're so special because you get to play Picture Pages up there? Well, my five year old daughter could do that and let me tell you, she's not the brightest bulb in the tanning bed. So why don't you go back to night school in Mantino and learn a real trade.
Juno MacGuff: Bren! You's a dick! I love it!

Dang, Diablo Cody must have met an angry ultrasound tech with a vag probe in a dark ally somewhere.

For the record, the ultrasound tech was just verbalizing what most ultrasound techs think. I do see so many teenage mothers, and yes I do believe for the most part that it is a poisonous environment. Would I ever say that to anyone? No, of course not...I would get fired.

Props to my husband C. who watched the movie with me. This is definitely not his cup of tea. When it was over he said:
"Well I am going to have to run right out and get this soundtrack!"

As far as husbands go, C. is totally boss. He is the cheese to my macaroni. Honest to blog!

Friday, April 18, 2008

Mommy's little Wee-publican


My great friend L. sent little Bryn this awesome onesie. Bryn is already on the "right" track!
A little something about L., she always finds the coolest, most unique gifts. Thank you L. we love you!!

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

What was old is new again

Tretorns are back! Do you remember these classic shoes from the 80's? I loved these, I had the classic white and the plaid. These are great light-weight shoes that you can wear with or without socks because the lining, if memory serves, is a terry material. I remember wearing them with my Outback Red shirts (the tag was on the outside) from The Limited, or with Esprit, Guess jeans with the zipper on the side of the ankle, a banana clip in my hair, and a Liz Claiborne purse. Memories!
They sell for $55. I am totally going to be sporting these this summer!

An ode to my daughter Bryn

The song is Bryn by Vampire Weekend.
This is great!

Snips and snails and puppy dog tails...

Congratulations to my very dear friend Melissa and her husband Chris! They just found out, about an hour ago, that they are having a little boy. This is their first child. I couldn't be happier for them. They will be fantastic parents to little Jacob!

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Deep Thoughts

I love these:


DeepThoughtsByJackHandey.com

Renaissance woman

I just recently, 6 weeks ago, had my third baby. I am not "one of those" who was able to put on her pre-baby jeans the day she left the hospital. (This by the way is not a realistic goal for most of us.) I have lost over half the weight but there is still some lingering. Theoretically I could wear my jeans, top of the muffin to ya! (A nod to Seinfeld.) Yeah, not cute, at all! I know that realistically I do not look bad just because I need a size bigger. What is with this size thing anyway. It's just a number, as is my age and shoe size. However there is this stigma in our society that says if you aren't a size 2, well you had better go on a diet. Magazines and Hollywood constantly shove this down your throat. Remember when Jennifer Love Hewitt wore a bikini? Come on now, really? Well if she's fat then I must be a beast. There are commercials for Jenny Craig, Weight Watchers, and Nutri-System on all the time. Let's face it we live in an indulgent society. Not only do we indulge on food, but also clothes, electronics, cars, houses...I could go on and on. We've got to keep up with the Kardashians...uh I mean Joneses. There is always someone skinnier, prettier, smarter or richer. Get over it.

I digress...I have always loved the painting Birth of Venus by Sandro Botticelli. What a babe huh? This was the ideal beauty during the Renaissance. Fair skin, long flowing wavy or curly hair, and a voluptuous body. I would have been a hottie!


Now if you will excuse me, I need to go get some baby formula and toilet paper. So I am off to Tar-jay where I will spend more than I intended to on stuff I don't need, such as another lip gloss and the latest In-Style and Us Weekly. Then its off to Starbucks for a grande caramel Frappachino. I will then feel guilty and hit the elliptical for 45 minutes only to work off 1/3 of the Frappachino.

Friday, April 11, 2008

What's with the title you ask...














Allow me to explain the title of my blog. First off let me start off by saying that I am an extremely organized individual. I was diagnosed with Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder when I was 20, before it became a thing of humor, (Monk and Jack Nicholson in As Good As It Gets). It goes way beyond being a "neat freak". Those that truly have the disease, (it sounds like Hepatitis or something, I prefer disorder), know what I am talking about. People throw around OCD in everyday conversation as if it is normal. Example: "I am so OCD about my closet." Someone may have obsessive or compulsive tendencies without having the actual disorder.





I used to go to a psychiatrist and a therapist. I have tried every anti-depressant and anti-anxiety drug they made. I decided that I did not want my life to be under the influence, nor did I like the side effects. So I read books on OCD and I came to the conclusion that this is something I am going to have to live with so I should live with it and embrace it so to speak. I was going to choose to be in control of the disorder rather than the disorder controlling me. So here I am today living with it and in control.


Anyway back to the point. I am a compulsive list maker (ha ha compulsive, get it?) and so very organized, down to my children's rooms. My boys have bins for every single grouping of toys. There is a Power Ranger bin, a Star Wars bin, a Matchbox car bin, you get the point. I will go ballistic if I find Darth Vader fraternizing with the Blue Ranger. I have post it notes on everything. (I am actually thinking of investing in 3M.) With so many things in my life that I need to control and organize, my brain is constantly running on high octane gas. I am processing too much information at one time, hence disorganized thoughts.

Warning: use caffeine with extreme caution. Side effects include restless leg syndrome, insomnia, talking way too fast, restlessness, and brain aneurysms.

Wednesday, April 9, 2008

Oprah Shmoprah

One of my favorite things is Shaklee's Basic H2™ Organic Super Cleaning Concentrate. Now I am not a tree hugger or anything, nor have I jumped on Al Gore's electric powered bandwagon. I just wanted to use a cleaner that was healthier for my family. I believe that we as a whole use way too many chemicals. They are everywhere, from foods that we eat to cleaning products. I have asthma and if I want to clean my bathroom I have to put on a freakin' surgical mask because the fumes are so bad.
Shaklee makes many cleaning products but I have so far only tried the Basic H2™ and the Dish Wash Automatic Concentrate. The Basic H2™ is great for basic cleaning, windows, mirrors, and degreasing. Not only is it organic but it is quite cost effective. It's a concentrate that comes in a 16 oz. container and you only need a small amount added to water, (I also bought the spray bottles). I highly recommend trying it.
Oh and yes this was also featured as one of Oprah's favorite things, but I had it first!

A new creative outlet

OK so this blogging thing is new to me so please bear with me. I thought to myself all the cool kids are doing it.
I am an artist, that has always been my creative outlet. I used to paint and I also just loved simple pencil sketches. But I don't really have the time to paint anymore. I have three kids, enough said. I figured I could afford ten minutes in the morning. So here it is, my words the paint and the Internet my canvas. Interpret what you will...