sing a song that crawls

Hi again. Its been a while since I last wrote. Had a baby and all that jazz. It has been pretty boring and sleep deprived here, not a whole lot to report on other than having beautiful Seiry. I did have a successful VBAC, by the way, which im pretty proud of myself for doing. Perhaps I'll post my birth story here, I'll think about it. Unless you all vehemently protest.

 Today is Asher's first day of preschool. He seemed interested, I wouldn't go as far as saying he was excited. Oh well. I'm sure he will have fun. Ry and I are volunteering at his school's wine tasting fund raiser in September, hit me up if you're interested in attending. Its September 23 from 5-7. I'll be pouring wine and Ry beer from 6-7. It is in Hudson.

Some things I hate about being parents is unsolicited and unnecessary advice everyone seems to think you are in dire need of receiving. For example, don't tell me how to calm down my almost 2 month old daughter. I think I know her better than you do. Also, don't tell me how to dress her. She isn't too hot or to cold. Trust me, I think I know. And if I'm wrong, I'm the one who will deal with the crying till I figure it out so shut the fuckup thank you very much. Everyone is all of a sudden a professional baby whisperer one you have an infant, and they must, absolutely MUST tell you their every thought on how to care for your bundle of joy. Because obviously I am mentally incapable of reason and common sense when it comes to miniature human beings. I don't need breastfeeding advice from someone who's only experience with it is something they read once in a magazine. I don't need advice on sleep schedules or for people to criticize me for leaving the house with my newborn. Fuck you very much. I don't mind chatting about babies but when you are directly criticizing my parenting skills because you are so much better than me then fuck you very much.

Wow, that didn't sound bitter at all....

I lived through the 80's and that shit was crazy

Stole the title of this blog from my darling husband today.  Cause it was awesome.  It was in reference to this song, which I think is pretty awesome, compliments of Dave. 

Anyway...not much to put into a blog today that is worth reading.  I'm super done with gestating this child.  That's about it.  Unless you want to hear me complain about pregnancy ailments, which I don't think you do.  I don't even want to hear myself complain about them and poor Ry, he must be beside himself with how much complaining and whining he hears from me.  He's really been a trooper. 

The worst part is that I really want to go out and walk a bunch but walking in this heat makes me nauseous and then I am ruined for the rest of the night.  And that's no fun, either. 

I want to say something funny here but...I can't.  I really can't.  I think it's partially due to the exhaustion and partially due to the fact that I'm not a really incredibly funny person.  I think it would just sound forced and trite. Is that the right use of the word trite?  I can't think today.  I have no idea.  I should look it up but I'm not going to do it.

I am going to be on a boat in about an hour.  And I'm taking T-pain.  Actually, I'm not.  I don't know T-pain.  I am taking some minions, though.  Still, not as good as if I took T-pain.

See androids fighting Brad and Janet

I've noticed a trend.  If I post pictures on my blog, I get more people looking at my blog.  Oh, and if I wrote more consistantly, that would probably help, too.  But pictures!  So, I probably should just post random pictures all over this post and maybe people would be like, oh, I'm gonna check out that blog! 



Take that, Janet...

Actually, I don't really care if a bunch of people read my blog or not.  Cause I didn't make this for you.  This blog carries the Charles Atlas seal of approval.

Okay, I don't have the seal of approval.  But I will,
in just seven days. 

You know what drives me crazy?  People who complain about everything but never listen to anything anyone else has to say (no, I'm not talking about myself here... :/  ).  For example, I went blueberry picking with my mom, my mother in law, Asher and my mother in law's dead friend's daughter, Donna.  I happened to borrow a cooler thingy from her for Asher's party and she needed it back by Wednesday but I had left it at my mom's house.  My mother was bringing it to blueberry picking but ended up running late.  Do you think I heard the end of it?  Even after my mom gave it back she was still complaining and asking for it back. The whole time.  Even after we already gave it back... Also, she is a bit of a hypochondriac....and has to always be sicker or mroe allergic or more anything negative than anything you are talking about.  You know, I actually think it's really quite a feat to be that negative and pessamistic and verbally insulated.  She's like a level 15 complainer casting spells of irrationality and annoyance in an almost unlimited abundance.  Seriously, I think I took like 50 hit points of psychic damage just from being near her for an hour.  It took me two days to recover enough just to write about it.  Or maybe I've just been either lazy or busy or tired.  I'm blaming it all on that psychic damage either way.  It's hard to tell the difference with psychic damage.  

I'm pretty sure this has something
to do with dealing a lot of crippling
psychic damage.

I should have taken pics of Asher picking blueberries, he was doing such a good job.  He really had a good time, too.  I'm pretty proud of him, I was worried he'd get bored but we made an adventure of it and he seemed to have a great time. 

Asher's 3rd Birthday Pics, finally!

Playground Casualty.  She was really mad at Ry for taking the photo.  He told her she should tell everyone that you shoulda seen the other guy.  She was not amused.  

Asher's face at the size of his amazing dinosaur cake.  

Asher's friend Addy chowing down on some cake.  The insides are appropriately colored for internal anatomy as well. 

Their future's so bright, they have to wear shades.  Cool cop shades, too, if you're my brother. 

I needed directions for carving this cake.  It was challenging.  And delicious.  You can't even tell I'm 9 months pregnant here, either.  Nice. 

Happy Birthday!

One of our favorite toys was from Patpat, the grabber claw. 

Sampling the goods before diving in...

There was a definite spiderman theme for this birthday.  I wonder if someone likes spiderman? 

Nothing to see here, just inspecting the rocks. 

That's one happy birthday boy.  

He rights the outlaw wrongs on mars

I'm currently in love with a new (new to me) podcast I found on Nerdist the other day, Thrilling Adventure Hour.  It's a live taped radio drama.  My favorite episodes on the show are the Nevada Sparks Martial on Mars series.  Hilarious.  I highly recommend you check them out.  It makes me laugh so hard.

Had a small mostly family birthday party for Asher over the weekend. At least, I wish family birthday parties were small.  This one wasn't very small but it was fun and hot.  We had it at my mom's house, outside.  And it was hot.  But other than hot the weather was really nice. I'm waiting for Ry to put up the pics on his g+ account so I can steal them and post them on here, so please be patient.  I'm so tired, though, from the party.  Friends made the cake and it was super duper awesome, once again be patient for the pics.

My only complaint about the party was that my dad didn't come.  Or my step brother and his four kids.  I can only assume it was because it was at my mom's house.  It really kind of hurt my feelings. I'm glad Asher didn't notice he wasn't there, he can be pretty perceptive about that kind of stuff.  Asher's new friend Addison was there, though, so that made his day.  I really am glad of how well those two hit it off, and right away at that.  Asher needs more friends close to his own age.  Katya's really getting to be a horrible influence on him.

Anyway, I'm glad that's done and over with.  Now I'm just waiting on this kid to decide when she wants to come out.  I've got my fingers crossed for earlier more than later (but you know how kids are so uncooperative when they don't want to do something...).  I've already gained 31 lbs...I was doing so well keeping it off, too.  I was hoping to be at this amount of weight at delivery, not right now.  I gained 41 lbs with Asher so I was hoping to stay skinnier this time, I really really don't want to do beach body insanity again.  But...I'll probably have to do something. It makes me a little sad, though.  It's all the sweets this girl makes me feel the need to eat.  Ry had to start running again because he put on so much pregnancy weight with me this time.  Poor ry.

That's all for now.  Pics soon I hope.  

You treat me like a stranger and that feels so wrong

My annoyance level and my discomfort levels at work are directly proportional.  I'm so uncomfortable today.  And annoyed.  It's pretty awesome.  I'm actually not sure if it's coincidence or coincidal. 

Anyway.  Still sick.  I thought I'd be better by now.  I had hoped I would, at least.  And now Asher is sick, too.  It's really just a ton of fun at Casa Glow.  I'm almost better, I guess.  Asher is just starting.  I didn't sleep very well (insert much at all) last night, I was uncomfortable, I couldn't breathe, and I wasn't tired.  I'm ALWAYS tired.  So, I was super frustrated last night and about ready to have a hissy fit.  I felt entitled to my hissy fit.  But then I fell into a fitful sleep, which I woke up from a bit later due to not being able to breathe again. 

Nevermind, too much complaining. This weekend was rough. I'm ready to be done.  Can someone convince Seiry that it's time to move on to the next stage of life in the next two weeks or so? 

I'm pretty ready for Asher's birthday party, too.  So is he, by the way.  He has told me a million and a half things he wants for his birthday presents.  It's sad how young children become consumers. 

I was particularly annoyed this weekend when Rosie told me that she bought Asher craft desk/easel at a garage sale for $5.  Good deal, I guess, but she knew that we bought him an easel for his birthday, I showed it to her.  I am so tired of her buying shit for him at garage sales every single day.  EVERY SINGLE DAY.  I am not exaggerating.  I wish I were.  I was especially irritated that she bought him this desk since we had expressed that that was what we were getting him for his birthday and then after I bought it I showed it to her.  I understand she wants to do things for him and stuff like that but, seriously...she has issues.  I told her yesterday that there are support groups for people like her and that she really needed to calm down the garage sale purchasing.  I've told her this about a thousand times now, it doesn't help.  She drives me crazy. 

I have my last birthday present today, a mani-pedi that I couldn't get an appointment for any closer to my birthday.  It's at a super fancy place in Hudson called Solaire (which is also a wine bar but I will not be visiting that side of it today...) that I got a groupon for half off. So, hopefully I'll have shnazzy finger and toe nails for delivery.  Cause you know, that's what everyone will be looking at when I'm delivering Seiry.  At least, that's what I'm going to be telling myself.  It's better than thinking about all of those people looking and my lady bits expectantly. What a visual.  What color should I get?  I have purple that Ry painted on for me now (I can't reach my own feet comfortably right now, Ry took one for the team for my toe vanity). 

Anyway, back to work. 

I'm on the pursuit of happiness

This coming Friday starts month 9 of my pregnancy.  I'm feeling pretty good considering.  I'm super tired and kind of achy all the time but it's not too bad.  The heat is difficult, though.  It really takes it out of me.  Like yesterday, I worked and of course yahoos had to be out waiting for me to get there to yell at them.  And confiscate their tents.  In 92 degree humid heat.  It was super awesome.  Then I got harassed by my dad last night for not coming over to hang out with him while they were drinking in the heat.  No thank you, I was super hot and tired (and I really don't like being around my dad when he drinks...).  I went home and conked out on the couch for a while then made dinner and just chilled out with my family. 

Strawberries are ready to be picked.  I need it to cool off just a tad so I don't kill myself, I'd like to go and pick soon though! I was thinking about 10-15 lbs of berries.  I'm ready to make some pies.  I have plans to make about 10 pies this year, give out about five of them fresh and freeze about five of them for later use/distribution.  How much would you pay for a strawberry rhubarb pie made by yours truly?  I'd like to make jelly, too.  Maybe this weekend.

I had a super awesome low key birthday party this weekend.  It was really nice. Asher was also pretty good this weekend so that was a nice birthday present from him.  He made a new friend, Tom's girlfriend Ashley's daughter Addison.  It was so cute, we were trying to get them to fall asleep in front of the TV well past their bedtimes and they instead were building a fort/castle out of blankets on the floor.  While they were doing this, Asher crawled up to Addison, kissed her on the lips and then ran away.  It was super cute.  We told him that he had to ask a girl before he could do that and so he said, "Oh, I'm sorry.  Can I come in your castle?"  So cute. 

Anyway, back to work.  Lots to do.