Glory Days!

I have been finding myself missing the good ol' days lately.  I don't know, I guess when you grow up and have real responsibility you can't help but have moments of reflection.  Not that I am not happy with where I have ended up by no means.  I have a great life and I am very thankful for it and everyone in it as well.

I remember tanning, taco bell at 2am, bud light, Marlboro reds, sleeping in, Hudson's, Classic Rock, Bricktown Brewery, ramen noodles in a coffee cup, parties, serious talks, tears, smiles, dating, FNB, "you only live once", "we are almost 30" when we were like 22, building a snow penis, dancing, driving around looking for scary houses, looking for houses to rent, the vintage, and lots of quality time with some great friends.

I am so lucky that I had the opportunity to move in with three of my really good girlfriends, and one who should have also lived there.  I remember having backyard debates and I was, of course, the one that everyone made fun of because at first I wouldn't stay up passed 10!!  We would invite other people over and have drinks and cigarettes until waaaay into the morning.

I also got a lot of crap because when we would go out to a club, I was the one who wouldn't get out on the dance floor until I was completely trashed.  Then, and only then I would get out there with my empty beer bottle in one hand, and a cigarette in the other.  Oh, did I mention that I was the most horrible dancer out there...but once you have had a few, who really cares right? 

When we lived there for awhile, we all started going to Blue River which was an absolute blast.  We would rough it too.  We had our tents and campfire where we cooked all of our food.  One of my friends would dig a hole in the ground and put up trash bags on wires so we could have walls...I guess a little luxury never hurt anyone:)  We would hang out all day and just forget that time ever existed.  Of course we would also drink like the fish in the river too;)

We all used to go to Henry Hudson's every Wednesday for years, but that was karaoke night and we eventually tired of the same two singers and switched our days to Thursdays.  We were always having a good time.  The guys would play pool while us women would have some girl talk which was usually about the guys who were playing pool of course...

I remember the day I moved out of that house that we all shared and having this feeling that it was the end of an era.  Everyone got married and had kiddos, and our conversations now involve what kind of deal we can get somewhere, or to use or not to use cloth diapers, but I wouldn't change it for the world.  I have a great group of friends and I treasure every moment we get to spend together.

I guess with everything that has been going on lately, I can't help but think about those carefree days that seem so far away now.  

The Point of No Return!!

Wow!!  I had a mommy moment that I just had to share with you today.  Maybe it will bring a little laughter, maybe it will bring a little disgust, who knows.  So I have two pairs of jeans that I alternate between that fit me right now.  One pair was extremely dirty because I had worn them several times without washing them (yeah, yeah, who doesn't do this??), and the other I had on when my daughter decided to pee on me five seconds before it was time to head off to her 9 month check up.   Well crap!! I didn't want to smell like urine all day!!

I didn't know what to do!!  So since we are staying at my boyfriends parents right now, I decided to go into his moms closet and see if she had anything that might fit.  The first pair I grabbed looked like they would fit me perfectly so I put them on in a hurry and ran out the door.  I noticed that they buttoned pretty high up which I am not used to these days, and kind of bugged me a little.

As the day went on I began thinking to myself how comfortable I found them.  By the end of the day I decided that these are my most favorite, comfortable jeans in the world.  When it was time to take them off I decided to look at the label and see who they were made by so that perhaps I can buy myself some of these fabulous jeans (so that I can give hers back).

Well, when I checked out the label I decided that I was for sure a mom with a capital M because they are made by Gloria Vanderbilt!!!!!  I have always been kind of brand conscience and these are total mom jeans.   They go up high so my muffin top doesn't exist!!  They are missing the pleats, but they are definitely the real deal.

So...comfort, or fashion??  It really is a toss up!!  Two years ago, no questions asked I would have picked fashion.  Now that I have a baby, and some unwanted fat that came with her ( I guess since she isn't a year old I can still blame it on the pregnancy?!:))  I truly can't decide.  So when you see me out and about in my new mom jeans, just don't judge too harshly.

So much for being an adult right?!

Okay, I have a confession, I am kind of a chicken.  I have never liked staying by myself at night.  Let me just remind you that I am in my 30's and should be an adult about these types of things.  So whenever my significant other has to be away for a night what do I do?  I call my mommy and ask her to stay with me and keep me company.

I don't know, I guess I let EVERY noise get to me.  I have always been this way ever since I was a little girl.  Afraid of my own shadow.  Now that we are staying at his parents house it is even worse because it is not my house and I just feel plain weird about it.  So yesterday he went to go and get his mom out of town and found out that she had early doctors appointments the next morning so he needed to go ahead and stay the night....FREAK OUT FEST!!!  So of course, I called my mom who was nice enough to come over and stay the night (after I told him that I was going to attempt to stay alone and be a grown up).

Well, my cover will be blown when he sees the oil stains on the driveway from moms cars slow oil leak.  So what did I do??  I high tailed it to Autozone and got some oil stain remover and with a wish and a prayer I sprayed the hell out of it:)  It says to let it sit for 3 hours and voila' the stain will be removed...we shall see.   Please Lord Please Lord Please Lord!!!

So then I find out that he may have to stay another night.  FREAK OUT FEST, but I am really going to try and face my fears tonight instead of being a baby.  It will probably be a long and scary night for me, and I will probably sleep with ever light on in the house (including the TV), but it is time to persevere.  Knowing me, I will have my daughter and myself packed up by 7pm ready to head off to my parents house:)

I also forgot to pack my own soap before I left and have been using the bar that is here at his parents house.  I think I am allergic to it.  My skin is irritated today and I feel like I have diaper rash:)  Hey, at least I wash right??  Another stupid thing that I did was buy some of that Olay ProX for 45 dollars ( I swear the tube is 1/2 an ounce).   The idea is to rub it everywhere your wrinkles are deep and they will vanish in no time...yea right!  Every place that I put it now has a giant red rash (I should have stuck with just the wrinkles instead of wrinkles and a rash).  Lesson learned.

Oh and the diet?  The diet... Yea, maybe next time I will have the will power to stick with it.  I have been pigging out big time.  I realize that I do that a lot when I am bored.  I have been trying to keep myself occupied by cleaning the cleanest house on the planet.  So when I am done cleaning something that is already clean, I go ahead and enjoy their cable...and eat of course.

Moving on Up

Well, we had to get our house sprayed again for fiddle back spiders.  My heart dropped when we were moving furniture into the middle of the room to expose the baseboards and finding out that my daughters room had the most!!!!!  I don't think I will EVER buy a foreclosed home that has been vacant for a period of time again.  I have a feeling we will always have a problem with them.  They pretty much leave us alone because they are 'reclusive', but I couldn't take a chance on one biting my baby girl. 

So in the meantime we are staying at my boyfriends parents house to avoid the poison.  I have to say although I have been coming here for years, it is weird to be here alone.  His mom is such a clean fanatic that I am afraid she is going to come home from the hospital and freak out when she notices that I am not as good a house keeper as she is...I don't know if anyone is:)  Please lord don't let me ruin her pots and pans!!  She uses cast iron and I really don't know how to take care of them.  I just cleaned it (making sure not to use anything abrasive, and then a thin layer of olive oil.?.?)

Oh, and not to mention this woman can cook up a storm!!  I hope my mediocre cooking will be good enough for her.  I tried to make out a menu with variety in it.  We are used to eating tostadas, pizza and repeat:)  I don't think she would be impressed!!  She is also a side dish queen...I never take the time to make side dishes, except for the occasional frozen corn or green beans.  Like I said, mediocre!!

It is still sad to think that his dad is gone, I look around and see all of his things and can't help but feel so sad about it all.  Why couldn't he have just gotten banged up instead of die??  I got to see pictures of the place that it happened and you wouldn't believe how far that police cruiser pushed their car.  It had to be at least 100 feet!!  It happened when he was yielding, but the car ended up in a prairie off in the distance. 

On a lighter note, his mom will be coming home on Tuesday.  She will be wheelchair bound for 3 months because she can not put any pressure on her hip.  I really feel for her having to come home and face reality.  At least my daughter will be here to hopefully distract her a little bit.  I don't think she has really had the chance to grieve yet.  This woman has helped me so much in the passed years that I am honored that I will get to help her. 

I brought my crochet to keep me occupied and thought that maybe she may want to help me make some frogs for donation.  She is very crafty and it would probably help her exercise that wrist.  She loves to do things for charity so I am sure she will be up for it.  She will probably be able to do 5 in the amount of time it takes me to do 1:)

However, they have cable.  Need I say more??  I have been slacking to say the least.