I often thought on several occasions while I was running and feeling pretty close to death, "Maybe bodies are not intended to be pushed this hard." What benefit do I get out of running 13 miles? I am beginning to think none. Man. I even bought some really cute yoga pants so I looked adorable crossing the finish line.
I am thinking this is just another sweet post-pregnancy gift, much like the destruction of my one and only thyroid. Why couldn't it have been a gallbladder or appendix? Something that I didn't need. Now I am left having to take meds every morning. Ugg. The worst part is that I can't start drinking the good stuff for an ENTIRE HOUR! (Coffee, that is. Jeeze people, I don't start boozing until noon.)
Well, I am off to lace up my shoes now for a very different reason. I will be running on a treadmill, with wires all over me, in a room full of men over 50 who have never raised their treadmill speed over 2.5. Oh, I will feel right at home. Wish me luck!
To make matters worse, the display driver quit working over the weekend. (I just found out there was such a thing...don't think I am some computer genius.) The screen flashes black 4 times, barely leaving me time to tell the entire world what I am doing, before the whole thing shuts down. Insert moans, groans, and four letter words.
The poor hubs got the job of calling yesterday. He was on the phone for about 3 hours between yesterday and today before they agreed to send us a "new" refurbished computer. Insert his four letter words, threats to sue and call Michael Dell. He is a New Yorker and studied law, so he knows some pretty impressive terms and is bound to intimidate the average customer service rep. (or anyone else he meets for that matter.)
He didn't go down without a fight, though. He finally got them to send a local serviceman this week to replace the motherboard, webcam, CD drive and USB ports. (oh yeah, because those don't work either) Is there anything left but the green plastic cover? Would it really be that much more to just take this one back and send us a new one?
Gone are the days of the customer always being right. I guess that means gone are the days of me smiling and saying thank you. I do always say "I know its not your fault, but what are you going to do about it? Thanks nice, right?
It was the first time Cooper had really been sick and his first fever. Of course, it had to be a week when the hubs is out of town. He woke up screaming at 6am. I picked him up and knew immediately that he had a fever. My first thought was, "great, I am so prepared and organized that I left the diaper bag in the car so I didn't have to carry it down in the morning and the Tylenol is in there...awesome." I fed Cooper and he actually fell back to sleep, so I put him in the crib to go to the car. I grabbed the monitor and headed out. Once I started walking, I realized I was only wearing a t-shirt. Oops. It was over sized, so there was no booty rocking everywhere, but still, only a shirt. (You really think I am going to sleep in something cute when the hubs is gone? Fat chance. He is lucky if I wear that when he is here!) I got to the car and realized that there are alot of poor people that actually leave for work at 6 am. Just lovely. My neighbors will never see me the same way again. Once I got back in, gave the Tylenol, and put Coop in bed with me, I came to a profound realization.
I need a rent-a-hubs. Wouldn't that be awesome? Whenever he travels, there is someone there to fetch the Tylenol in the middle of the night, change the occasional poopie, take out the trash..ect. You know, all those things I shouldn't have to do. Maybe then I could have gone to the grocery store instead of having the groceries delivered. Or actually gotten the bathrooms cleaned. I could have someone to tell my judgemental American Idol comments to. (You know you do it to.)
Well, the hubs is home now. Hallelujah! I took my first shower in a week without a baby in the bathroom with me. Yippie! I have learned to treasure the time he is here and feel blessed to have this weekend together! We picked some different teams on our basketball brackets so the house will soon be filled with rival jeers. I am so winning.
I have thrown myself full force into the Ultimate Blog Party 2009 hosted by 5 Minutes for Moms. You don't have to be a blogger to join in either! They are giving away great prizes that you should check out!
For those of you blog hoppers today, how about an introduction? I am a 24 year old stay at home mommy of an 11 month old boy. I am a southern born and raised girl living in sunny California with my New Yorker hubs. I am a new to blogging and love to blog about anything and everything in my life. Mostly: motherhood, shopping, craftiness and getting fabulous DEALS!
I am home with a sick baby today, so I am going to spend countless hours checking out your blogs! My only obligation is waiting on the grocery delivery man. Yes, I am having my groceries delivered. Not a normal occurrence, but I have a sick baby, so that is a great excuse, right? Don't judge. You just met me! Besides, I used a coupon for free delivery. Saaweet!
Now for the prizes I want from UBP. Oh, there are so many amazing prizes!
#1 - $100 gift card to Pedal Cars and Retro Collectibles. Cooper needs about 87 things from here. Seriously.
#2 - Bracelet by Sydney Andrews. Just for me, myself and I.
#19, #20, and #22 are all $50 Target Cards. Who couldn't use that? Do you know how many diapers I buy from there?
#49 - Jillian Michaels 30 Day shred DVD and Biggest Loser Cookbook. Because working out at home in your pajamas is amazing.
I will stop there. I think I could go on for awhile though. Get out there and check out the prizes!
Played in the park with Maggie and Cooper while Bill and Lance played ball.
Lastly, ate Lance's delicious, chocolate birthday cake that Maggie made...from scratch. Now I can just hope Billy forgets about it before his birthday so I can use a box.
I am easily distracted, you see? Don't think for a minute that there was nothing to blog about. I did drop the pack-n-play on my toe and bleeding ensued. I bought Cooper's Easter outfit (his first tie!) and he is going to match his cousins. So adorable. Also found big brother shirts for my nephews and great deals on Coop some summer clothes to take to FL next month. The real kicker of the week was Cooper wiping the hubs blackberry clean. Yeah, like there was nothing in it at all. No contacts, emails, ANYTHING. Just "Welcome. Your number is:" Awesome. And it had to be on my watch too. Double awesome.
I am assuming many people didn't notice, because I can't find a picture anywhere!!
On to American Idol. Does Randy really have to mention that he worked with Mariah Carey on practically every episode?
We know, we know. You are the reason Mimi ever got Emancipated. This was waaaay back in the day. We are not withholding your props from you. Okay, props to you, dog. Happy?
America's Next Top Model - love it. We are not far enough in for the catty, catty cat fights, but that is when I really love it. Oh, and how did I miss the under 5'7'' tryouts?? I fit those requirements. No, wait. I don't. I am a mom now with a mom body. Thanks alot, Tyra, for waiting until now to realize women with legs as long as me are not the only ones in the world.
I am joining in on SITS Spring Fling Giveaway! If you have never visited The Secret is in the Sauce...go there. Now. No wait. After you finish this blog. It is a great place to meet bloggy friends!
This is my first giveaway and I am so excited! I decided that I needed to give away something that I have blogged about. In my very short blogging lifetime, the best product I have blogged about is the Snuggie. You can see my love/hate relationship bloom here.
The sweet hubs got me one for Valentines Day and I LOVE it. You all NEED one. Besides, you all know you want it. The winner will get a new blue (because mine is blue and we can match) Snuggie to keep you nice and cozy while you blog!
You can win 3 ways:
1) Leave me a comment
2) Follow me
3) Blog about my giveaway and post a link to this page.
Leave a seperate comment for each entry. Contest ends March 10th at midnight PST.
Easy Peasy! Now enter away!
Speaking of name calling, Casey decided to call Cooper Coopie (you know, like poopie?) the whole time I was pregnant and for a couple months after he was born. I retaliated and called her Auntie *unmentionable* for a while. Ok, sometimes I still do. Don't judge. You want your kids name to sound like poop?
About a 3 year old picture, but my favorite of us.
Casey and her boys
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