Tuesday, February 9, 2010
I'm a Lush.
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Labels: advice, baby, boys, guest blog, happy thoughts, lush, more than you need to know, pimples, SHAMELESS PRODUCT PROMOTING, tips for getting over the sads, websites
Monday, February 1, 2010
PAULY D: STILL ON THE MARKET
EXCLUSIVE: DJ Pauly D Denies Affair with Teen Mom Farrah Abraham | RadarOnline.com
He made a "how-to" video about doing his hair. He said it takes about 25 minutes to do his hair and spends 15 full seconds spraying his hair with hairspray. All I kept thinking is that he probably gets those hair products for free and that I was jeally.
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Labels: baby, hair, jeally, jersey shore, moms, reality tv, weird celebs
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
WEASEL WEDNESDAY: AIM WEASEL EDITION
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Labels: baby, beer, Facebook, food, Weasel Wednesday, websites
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Ga Ga Ga....Blah Blah Blah.
I received this email from DFW, who is one of my absolute faves. She wrote this because she was bored at work, and of course for my personal viewing pleasure. Earning those dollars!! And, OH BOY, am I glad she shared. I thought I should in turn share it with our Blog besties. And by all means... please add to the list of pre babyness. Things I have to accomplish this year before I’ll “give in and get pregnant already”:
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Labels: advice, baby, dogs, food, girls night out
Monday, January 4, 2010
NOT AT THE TABLE CARLOS



Ok if the creepy home stuff didn't freak you out, maybe this will. My mom sent me this titled "why parents drink." I mean someone had to take these pictures, right? And honestly, I would too, if they were someone else's kid.
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Tuesday, November 24, 2009
THE TRUTH ABOUT D DAY
I don’t usually write about baby stuff. Reason being I don’t really follow any rules when it comes to parenting, and I can’t call anything that I have to offer “advice.” A little about me… I work for one of the largest beer brands. I cover a major city and its 5 surrounding counties. I do everything from staffing events, to setting up events, to selling beer, to tapping kegs, to payroll, to hiring and training, to telling girls they don’t have enough make-up on. In my world, no one starts work before 10 am. So having a baby while on this career path was very different from the norm. But who is anyone to decide what’s normal.
My loving, charming, love of my life baby boy was the result of a one time oops. ONE TIME. His father and I were in a serious and committed relationship and own our house together, as well as have been best friends for 10 years. So it wasn’t the worst situation to have an oops baby in. Anyway I was quite the free spirit, and neither of us ever wanted kids. Or so we thought….
First off I am not a bad person and I helped raise my 2 younger brothers, but I would still consider myself to be “anti-baby.” I was not the person anyone expected to be the first of our friends who had a kid. 2 people literally said “ I would have been less surprised if you told me you murdered someone” when I told them I was pregnant. It was just unheard of. My cousin told me, you know how people are going to be talking about “Where were you when Michael Jackson died? I will always remember where I was when I found out you were pregnant.”
Picture the most traumatic day of my life. In the shower I realize that I have been sick with the “flu” for over a week and I am beginning to wonder if I have mono. All of the sudden it hits me like a brick wall. I am 4 days late. I take an old test I had lying around from the buy one get one free days of college. I am talking to the UO. I tell her there is an error message and I am going to take it anyway. There is a disclaimer that if you get an error message it will clear after 20 minutes or something. So I wait it out and take it. Its freaking positive. Is this a joke? Ok its gotta be a bad test. But I knew. They say you just know, I just knew. So its rainy out and I am so miserable. I put on my boots and my sunglasses and walk down to Rite Aid. I buy 4 different multi packs of pregnancy tests and a box of tissues. I do not take off my sunglasses at any point. I spent like $90 on all these tests. I get home and start chugging the water. And taking these tests… Test 2: Positive. Test 3: Positive. I am now lining up the tests along the bathtub (how very Knocked Up of me). So I call the bf and tell him I am preg. I refuse to say it out loud and just keep saying I took a test. Life = over. I really expect him to drop everything and come home. He does not. Then I say I am just kidding. I am not kidding I am just being funny (or so I think). Really I am serious. This is just a little insight into the strangeness of my brain. My best friend, I called her crying right after I took 9 million tests. Again I say I am crying because I took a pregnancy test. Her response “and you are crying because you peed on your hand?”
If this sounds not out of the realm of possibility for your reaction, stayed tuned for more stories.
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Labels: baby
Saturday, November 21, 2009
END OF LIFE AS I KNOW IT
1. WATER BREAKING: My water broke at 1:45 on Thursday night/ Friday am. I was pissed. It was 2 weeks early and I was not ready. I started freaking out and then realized this baby was not going to control me. Noe now, not ever. I got up, I showered, I packed my bag. I woke significant other. He didn’t believe me and thought I peed myself. I was like fine whatever then switch sides of the bed with me. He did not. I put a towel down and went back to bed. Oh after I put the laundry in. I woke up at 8 am still pissed off and called the doc. They told me to go the hospital. At this point I am still pissed off and not having contractions. All I can think about is that my house isn’t clean and people are going to be coming to visit when I get home and see how dirty my house is. Also I have to be honest, I couldn’t help thinking my life was over.
2. TOUCHING: I actually don’t even remember who was touching me or who was in the room. Maybe I just didn’t care. I just remember when they checked my water it was so painful I thought there was no way a kid would fit though there.
3. PUSHING: I had an epidural. I didn’t care about pushing I wanted to go to sleep and I wanted everyone to leave me alone. So I just pushed t get them off my back. I was really just hoping I didn’t pop a blood vessel in my eye. When I told my mom this after the fact, she said she had the same concern.
4. POOPING: I have this conversation often. I did not poop on the table but I had to ask whether or not I did because I had no idea. Maybe because I was so damn hungry and I had no food. Oh and also it was one of my fears so I made sure as soon as my water broke I tried to poop in my own home.
5. MIRRORS: I didn’t have a mirror but I did reach my hand down to feel the head coming out. That was weird. It was furry.
6. TEARING: I tore as well, but again couldn’t feel it. Finally the doctor said, you are already ripped and will need to stitched regardless. Want me to cut you. Me: Yes. The doc literally told Sig other: You have been good so far, don’t watch this, its gonna ruin it for you. He watched anyway and said as soon as the doctor made the cut, the baby literally slid right out. Oh yay.
7. AFTERBIRTH: After delivery people push on your uterus in 15 minute intervals until all the stuff is out of your uterus. This for me was the worst part and I literally was begging them to stop. They did not.
8. STITCHES: Having stitches in your vag is pretty much the worst thing ever. I kicked my friends out when they were visiting me because I couldn’t laugh without my crotch hurting. I think I would have preferred to pee the bed then get up and feel those stitches. Oh as a side note, pee would literally flow out of me because they insisted I have a catheter the night after delivery. Literally stand up and pee would fall out. I had to have someone bring me more black pajama pants.
9. BLEEDING: The bleeding is insane. Like I thought I might die and I was actually thinking what a waste of blood it was, and I was wondering how I even had that much. You know this story….. Bloodclots. Weirdest worst thing ever and also my best friend. It felt so heavy I thought I was giving birth to my placenta again. No it was just a clot the size of a “plum.” It was so horrifying but made me feel so much better. The reason I say its my best friend is because 4 days after I returned home it happened again, this time softball sized. It only could come out (through) the stitches because I was crying so hard I finally shook it out. I mean what the f was I supposed to do??
10. HEMMOROIDS: hemmoroids are disgusting. Someone (sig other) told me to just push them back in. They will never understand.
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Thursday, November 5, 2009
YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE KIDS
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Wednesday, October 28, 2009
I LIKE TO DRESS UP EVERY DAY LIKE I AM A CHARACTER FROM A TIM BURTON MOVIE.
I like the color black. I like skulls. I found this other really cool site today about Emily the Strange. They have dark and creepy weird children’s clothes too. Because my son is special. And he needs to dress like me. And I can not afford the matching hoodies from ameican apparel, so I choose to dress him in the same eerie manner I dress in. Today my inspiration comes from Katrina from Sleepy Hollow.Posted by The Batcave at 7:49 PM 0 comments
Labels: baby, clothes, Fashion, SHAMELESS PRODUCT PROMOTING, tim burton
Thursday, October 15, 2009
BRITNEY FEVER
But I need to. I looked it up online, and they had not only the black with pink writing, but also a white with gold writing Posted by The Batcave at 7:18 PM 0 comments




















