Love IT!!!

Confession: Im totally crushing on green these days!

Oh not just any green, but the bright Kelly green color. The color of the new baby leaves, and the bright grass and LOTS of new clothes with crisp white tags :) I don't know why (ok, so probably because its totally the "IT" color of the season, just ask Christys celebrity boyfriend, Nate Berkus). But anyways, i am in love! I own NOTHING in that color, but i want to. I love love love how it looks with navy and white. Which are also my two other color crushes these days. Navy is like the summer version of black! I love how it looks with gold jewelry and i love how it looks with yellow. And then there is white don't get me started on how much i adore wearing white. It struts up to you, biotch slaps you, and screams"ITS SUMMER" right in your face. Atleast it does to me! I love a great pair of white pants! Everyone should own a pair, or two. But back to my Kelly green obession... Anyone else loving it too?? Not sure how i will endulge in my new crush, maybe a scarf or a pair of shoes or a simple top?? Who knows! The wallets sky's the limit, right?! I think I am just inspired these days with the nautical style. Anything that can be worn ON A BOAT, lol, (quick chuckle to the Lonely Island Boys "On a Boat" song). Navy, white, yellow, red, gold, green. Crisp, bold, and classic. Nice and fresh and pretty much in my eyes the iconic style of spring and summer. And, I.LOVE.IT. And, I.WILL.WEAR.IT. So keep your eyes peeled for good bargains on Kelly Green items, and report back, okay?! And for those who arent sure what i am talking about, here are two for ya....

Bootcut Denim by Joe's Jeans
Platforms by Charlotte Olympia

Are those shoes not to die for?! and the clutch!! OH the CLUTCH!!

Flats by Tod's
Bracelets by Kate Spade

So fresh and so clean clean!

2 Scoops of vanilla

Side note: So the story goes, a family was waiting for ice cream on a lovely vacation in the mountains, when the ice cream girl turned around to take their order and WHA BAM, two scoops of vanilla flesh hit their eye line (yes folks i am talking about boobs). Now 2 extra side notes.... 1. I believe the "family" was all (or primarily) males and 2. I was not there to confirm the extent to which the "two scoops" were on display. So with that...

Confession: Me and cleavage are bosom buddies.

LOL, not really what you were expecting 'eh, but great play on words! Let me explain. I had a request (shout out to a reader..Leigh, for the post idea...HOLLA) to take on this topic, although in her defense, Im pretttttty sure she would come from the opposite view, but since its a confession, i better be honest, right? I mean, I'm pretty sure I came out of the womb with tatas larger than the average girl should have to deal with and therefore quickly became "comfortable" with "the girls". So i have no problem sporting a bit of 'vage now and again. Now the key word here folks is "bit'o " not the whole sha-bang or the "full scoops" as some people would use. If you see nip...obviously thats WAY too far. But a nice peek of the ladies isn't bad, in my book. And ofourse there are okay places and NOT so okay places to show a lil. Like church and the work place are the two obvious No-No's on where to wear this 'vage, but the mall, clubs and pretty much anywhere else is okay in my book. A lot of people wonder what the "appropriate" amount to show is. Well lucky for me, God gave me a built in cleavage moderator. Christy calls it my "naughty freckle". I have one strategically placed freckle that you can only see when i wear a low cut shirt.... go ahead look for it next time, i dare ya! JK JK JK (seriously just kidding, im gonna watch all eyes and call PERVERT if you look... don't think I wont, cause i will...i totally will!.) Anyways, i say show what you (and your husband) are comfortable with. AND keep in mind that cleavage should also really be age appropriate. (i hear you all "mmmhmmm-ing along with me) Nothing is worse than seeing a cougar at the bar with a low cut shirt, flaunting her i breast-fed-5-children-10years-ago saggers, when she definitely should not! But what if you are not a cougar, you ask?? Well then lets say it should be indirectly proportionate to your OVER 21 age (yes that's right, over 21. If you can't drink, you have no business sporting cleavage, yes i said it.) For those non mathematical folks that means the older you get the less you get to show! So you turn 21 BOOM go for it! You turn 50 BOOM cover it up. I know i know i know, im sure i am going to get a ton of people saying "but what about modesty" and "how about leaving something to the imagination" but in my defense THEY ARE BOOBS, everyone KNOWS ladies have them, its not like if we wore a solid top, they would be hidden, or its not like WOW shocker, wait? She has boobs?? So when you see a bit of them it not like they sprang out from nowhere. So ladies rock em proud if your gonna show some. Go ahead and admire the God-given assets that loads of people pay great money for, that you got natural and you got FREE :)

Serious blog post...boooooo

Confession: this is me.

By reading my blog you are peeking into my thoughts and what makes me tick. Ok lets back up, and whoa we are going to get serious here for a minute (yeah i know boo and blah, but to understand my blogs your gonna have to suffer through it so deal!). I have been blogging ince 2008, when i got married and the blog was lovingly named "confesions of a newlywed" and duh, i posted about life as a new wife and adjusting. This blog went through the fun of the newly married months and then quickly into the unemployment months and the frusteration that went with it. It has seen my happy times and my not so happy times (1st and second trimester...man was i honest). And through it all i attempt to be honest and attempt to toss in a good amount of humor, cause yeah thats me. I try to stay true to me and write a fun blog, a blog i would read (because i REALLY enjoy fun blogs), and a blog that is relatable. Come on, wouldnt you wanna read about someone laughing so hard they peed?? Not that I did that! (ok, maybe once, but i was pregnant! Ok, make that twice, and both times were pregnant, so it wasnt my fault, it was technically Coltons) So thats what I aim to do. To be me, to write my thoughts, even if no one in the world reads it (but i secretly hope people do), it is more for me than anyone. So take my thoughts and opinions worth a grain of salt. And if i offend, sorry but like i said thats me, love me or hate me (try super hard to love me though)and if you are EXTRA special and do something TOTALLY worthy (like suggest a blog idea, or make a comment) i will be sure to give you a shout out (yeah i know, what is better than a shout out from Kimi?!? NOTHING!)but most of all just enjoy it :) If you read it and like it, comment (it makes me feel fuzzy when people comment), if you disagree and hate it, dont comment...lol jk, go ahead and comment too (so everyone else can hate you...lol again jk) I am making it a point to blog a lot more often and i encourage my other friend bloggers (you know who you are) to do the same!!

Ok seriousness OVER... phew, back to the fun stuff like the fact that i have a packet of Big League Chew sitting here and i am trying my hardest to resist my bubble gum obsession and eat right through it! Sorry Alf, cause that pack is definitely not mine.... and yes, its gone!

Its MY wedding, now leave me alone!

Hindsight Confession: If its not your wedding, park your opinions at the door.

(I am writing this for all the brides past, present and future...)

If its not your wedding, be cautious about your opinions. Now wait, that doesnt mean hold them in (ok, sometimes please do), and it doesnt mean lie to us (ok sometimes it does) it just means use discretion!! Its not your wedding, if you have been married, its not your chance to relive it, or to do it over, go renew your vows, thats what those are for. If you havent been married it is NOT about what YOU want. Its the brides day and she has the final say. Feel free to give your opinion, when asked, but Brides are interesting creatures. They are hormonal the closer to the day it gets, they are emotional and sometimes irrational, they want your opinion but then they don't, so tread cautiously... but make sure you get this right... IT IS THEIR DAY, THEY GET WHAT THEY WANT. But "Aunt Mildred should be invited" Bride reserves the right to cut her off the guest list (come on she is 90, in a wheel chair and does not remember you to save her life!). "the dress makes us girls look fat" Bride gets to put you in whatever she wants and you will wear it and LOVE IT. Bride wants you to do a solo spotlight performance of Michael Jackson complete with costume, wig and choreography, then by golly you moonwalk your little heart out! It bugs me when other people (mothers, bridal party, random friends, family) give their opinion too loudly. Nice, lets make the bride feel bad about her wedding decision. Yes we know balloon animals as favors are lame but its her wedding if thats her dream, then let the girl have the dumb balloon animals! Now there is a fine line to this. Obviously the "opinion giver" loves the bride and groom, and wants to give their opinion to save them from wasting money, lots of work, bad memories, or a crappy not fun wedding. And thats all kind and wonderful, but many a time, it comes at the expense of the brides sanity and feelings and in a "I woulda felt awful if I hadn't said anything" mentality. Hmm lots of I's in that statement (remember its not your day). Here us a very common example: All brides know that a friday wedding can be an inconvience to people, but when the wedding is cheaper by doing it this way and you aren't jumping in to pay for a Saturday wedding, then guess what... thats right, Keep. your. mouth. shut! Better yet, when they have already purchased invitations, their dress, flowers, decorations, programs etc there is NOOO opinion giving other than "so cute" or "i love it". Why make the brides suffer through second guessing themselves and, why make yourself the brunt of their loathing for the duration of the engagement? You will do nothing other than piss them off!! Oh and if the bride assigns you a task, it is in your best interest to not have her have to ask you to do the same task twice. Its just bad bad bad if she does! For the duration, the bridal party and family are her slaves. You are there to ease her stress and lighten the mood and reassure her that it will all come out perfectly. Your duty is not done until the last guest leaves the reception... until then, buckle up cause its a bumpy ride!!

What about the groom?? He is a very important accessory that needs to pick the tux, plan the honeymoon and try not to piss off the bride til the day of the wedding (HA good luck with that fellas!!)

Happy Wedding Planning :)

Disclaimer: I wouldnt say I was a Bridezilla (my wedding party can chime in) but I did control A LOT (okay, ALL) of my wedding day elements and I am VERY happy with how the day turned out so poo on you who disagree with this because my method worked! :)

Thanks, but I'll pass....

Confession: I am not a camper.

I don't know why, but i just can not camp, aka "rough it". I can't! Its just not fun for me. Packing everything to bring only to have to unpack and set up once there only to have to tear down and repack only to have to unpack and put away once home. It seems like a lot of work for very little return. And then there is "nature". Yeah, nope. I don't need to be surrounded by trees and leaves and wildlife, to be cold when it rains and be sticky and uncomfortable when its hot. Its not fun for me to live in fear of having a snake encounter the entire trip.(i am mildly fear obsessed with those devil creatures) I am not really a hoodie and jeans kind of gal. I love to dress up and do my hair and makeup and camping, doesnt really lend much to that, it thrives for the casual, the laidback, the nature-lovers, the hikers, the lets-nibble-on-bark-while-hiking-up-the-mountain-and-then-pee-in-the-bushes kind of people. I am pretty much the opposite. I could care less about nature, loathe hiking, and am more of a go-er than a laidback-er (not a word...lol). I like to be near things and do things. I wanna be able to go to the beach in the morning and then walk along a boardwalk at night. I love the nightlife and the beach and the relaxation they provide. To me a nice pool, sun, tanning, and a good book are my nirvana, add a nice bed and hot shower into the mix and that is perfection. In campings defense, I will try to not 100% rush judge. A ton of people LOVE doing it, so it can't be all bad, right? So in the spirit of adventure, I would be willing to give it another try. I will say it was 100xs better when we stayed in a house, than a camper (snakes can't get in campers right?) and I love the cost effectiveness of camping, but I just find myself turning into Negative Nancy when it comes to thinking about camping. Anyone with me on this?!?! Have I just not had the "right" camping experience? Or am I pretty much dead on (well i know I am, but it would be nice to have other confirm it :) ) I don't get all the hoopla of campers and why people love it so much... there.is.nothing.to.do. Sure its probably a blast when its sunny (maybe) but what about when its cold? or rainy? or like 104 out?? What does one do then?? I don't know... Feel free to share your Yays or Nays on this, cause MAYBE i could be swayed (with the right argument)....

Its my blog, I'll complain if I want to....

Confession: Im in a funk today...

Boo, i know. I tried 3 times between today and yesterday to write a successful blog but no such luck. So todays will be lame...sorry. Maybe its the rain, or the lack of sunshine, or the fact that i havent had a chance to blow dry my hair...(probably the blow dry, it makes me cranky)! Whatever it is is pretty bumming. The fat free icing to the low fat cake is the fact that i am dieting and STARVING! I want real chicken wings. I want a real burger. I want lasagna and cheese, pizza, bread sticks, loaded fries and potato skins! But i have 2 i repeat 2 weddings this summer and am dead set on dropping enough weight to look like a skeleton walking down the aisle. And yes, in my mind a skeleton is dead sexy... (haha good one) Okay, new topic...

We are steps away from finishing the kitchen table!! Its looks soooo linda...as in que linda! Its the same white as the trim and doors in the kitchen and the seat covers have this adorable floral print pattern that highlights the gray in the walls. I can't wait to be finished with it, so we can start tiling the backsplash or painting the cabinets! :) The kitchen is going to look so pretty....feel free to be jealous...i wont hate you. After the kitchen its the half bath or maybe the fireplace room...decisions decisions!

So I am getting the "not enough time" blues. Working Mommas chime in.... how do you do it? I will gladly take suggestions, advice anything! How do you put in a 40+hour week and then go home and be the house wife, momma AND maintain your sanity? Obviously people do it, but HOW?!? I just feel like I can never get the things done that NEED to be done, like dishes, or cleaning or laundry or workout or shower.... not to mention the room full of unpacked items that have sat there since the move. man if only i had put in how may times i just sat here and sighed.... its the rain, im blaming this post on the rain.... :/

Leggings Schmeggings....

Confession: IMHO (thats In my honest opinion) leggings aren't pants....

I know, some of you thinking i am crazy and some are nodding along and thinking "thats right girl, preach it". The former can stop reading and the latter can keep going :)

In my defense, i love leggings! I think they are adorable and make for a cute outfit....when.wore.right. lol People, people people... leggings are just glorified stockings!! They are thick, skin tight STOCKINGS!! Just because they are not sheer does not mean we can not see camel toe when your shirt isnt long enough! Nor does it mean that they get to be worn as an alternative to pants. They should be wore as STOCKING alternatives! Would we not cringe if someone wore a cute top and followed it up with spandex bottoms??same thing folks. Here is a good legging vs pants check: ask yourself "if i don't wear anything other than this top, can people see my 'gina??" if the answer is yes, then sorry, you should be wearing real pants. If the answer is no, then go ahead and throw on the leggings and wear 'em proud!! Now lets move to the ever popular "jeggings" (not to be confused with skinny jeans) jean colored tights... again, cute, as long as your camel toe is not flashing loud and proud!! COVER IT ladies!! if you MUST wear a shorter shirt ATLEAST make it cover your butt and lady parts! Same thing goes for jeggings, if you wouldnot wear sheer pantyhose with that top, then nope, jeggings (in my opinion) are not ok. I know a lot of people have jumped on the bandwagon and i have no problem blaming Hollywood and their "anything goes, for anyone" mentality when it comes to dressing. But this one has gotten a bit out of control. Im tired of going to the mall and seeing far too many people in a regular (not extra long) tshirts and leggings or better yet hoodies with leggings and a pair of ugg boots with FULL makeup ( please as if you rolled out of bed with full makeup on...) and the sad part is not all of them are 15yrs old, majority are well above and old enough to know better! Now there are two "exceptions" ....1. excercise gear, aka "yoga pants" , are okay, same concept although generally only worn to the gym and home and occasionally to WegmansWalmart\Tops... we all know you are working out and in a hurry and not trying to look "cute" or make it a "look"... no problem there (unless you are trying to look cute and are trying to make it a look! But thats a whole different blog....) 2. children. Need i say more? Who's with me?!?!

***Sidenote: i have TOTALLY broken the leggings rule, when pregnant! Canal Days comes to mind and the Puerto Rican Parade.... I completely regret the poor choice of a tank top with leggings (actually yoga pants) and a long sleeveless not-sure-what-you-call-it... maybe "back and side fat coverer"?? Anyways, lesson learned on my part!

Confessions Galore!

Instead of one or two confessions, lets just fill'r up..okay???

- i have very curly hair, but actually don't really like to wear it that way. I dream of some day having very long and very straight hair.

- thanks to FB i constantly think in status updates

- Since people never know what I do... I am a cost analyst at ITT. My program builds satellites that go to space. So i maintain the budgets to do this... (thats the simple version) These are an example of what our satellites do...
http://www.abc.net.au/news/events/japan-quake-2011/beforeafter.htm

- i LOVE to wear heels. If i could, id wear them all the time, everyday.... probably because...

- I am only 5'4".... its hard to tell cause i am usually in heels, but one shoe on and one off can quickly show you how short i really am....

- I would love to get my cosmetology license. Not to make as my job job, but i think it would be fun, to do on the side....

- I Love shopping... for myself, others, home stuff, etc.

- I love the ocean, or any large body of water... (even a pool will suffice)

- Even though i know tanning is bad for you, i will probably tan for the rest of my life... not fake tanning, but the real kind!

- I have a math degree but i suck at doing mental math (alfie enjoys rubbing in that i am awful at adding tip to a bill and getting to an even dollar amount)

- I enjoy fast dancing but do not enjoy slow dancing... standing in one place swaying isnt dancing...its swaying...LAME!

- I think babies should look identical to their mommas, atleast for the first 9 months. They owe us that much :)

- I LOVE bubble gum, but especially gumballs!! LOVE IT! I chew til the flavor is gone, toss and put in another... probably why....

- I have 3+ crowns and more fillings than a 28 yr old should have in their mouth... although atleast some are gold so they look blinging!

- I am a very self conscious person, especially when it comes to my weight!

- But I love my legs and my boobs... best features (so i have been told... bow chicka wow wow) :)

- Never quite understand why people think Christy, Susan and I look SOOO much alike...nope, don't really see it.

- Am obsessed with jewelry and accessorizing

- Has a stomach of steal... am pretty much game to try any food

- Doesn't like cake unless its homemade, straight from a box, with no doctoring and the frosting is straight from the jar, not homemade...

- Loves to sing, even though i don't have the voice to do it!

- Favorite artist of all time: Michael Jackson... and NO he didn't molest any children!!

- Second favorite artist: Bon Jovi... not only is Jon Bon Jovi great, but he is smokin' for his age...

- Loves snuggling with Colton

- Deathly afraid of snakes. Pretty sure they are Satan's creatures...lol

- Does not believe in "roughing it"... not having electricity or water is NOT ok... sorry all you camping fans, give me a beach, a hot shower and ability to blow dry my hair and i am good (and a shopping plaza or two)!

- enjoys a little bit of "me" time every once in a while

- prefers beer over liquor

- LOVES LOVES LOVES cheese... any kind...seriously

Just a few tidbits about me...

Happy Friday!

Double the Confessy goodness...

Yes, thats right, you get 2 confessions today! Love it!

Confession #1: Not many people know I blog.

Weird, cause to most people the point of a blog is to put it all out there and have people read about it. True for some, but not necessarily for me. I have been blogging since I was young, but in those days it was called journaling and we used a notebook and a pen. I have a box full of my old journals and I LOVE to look back on them and chuckle at the things I said and people I wrote about. And now I have moved up to the world of blogging and my blogs now remain true to the style of journaling from back in the day. I write like I speak and I write like there is a person right here. I use parentheses’ liberally and my spelling and grammar are loosely based on the correct process. Which is fine for me because A. I don’t care and B. I don't like to stop my train of thought to figure out if what I wrote is spelled correctly or flows correctly (I like to pretend it’s not that bad). I still do the old school journaling process for important things like my letters to Colton, or my very deep and very personal feelings. Those will always remain in a notebook, handwritten.(wow just got serious there for a sec...boo)

On to the fun stuff... I try to keep my bloggies upbeat and fun, or at least a true reflection of my mood. I do get serious and I do get sad, and I do write about those times. Two in fact come to mind... my pregnancy and my unemployment. Those were very emotional and very tough and I will admit I was veryyyyy candid in my blog. Because although I may struggle to find the words verbally, I have no trouble putting my feelings on paper. (wait, wasn't I supposed to be talking about the fun stuff??) Ok, on to the fun stuff, take 2!

Confession #2: I heart free food!
So can I just gush for a second on how great it is to get free food?!?! So at work for the past 2 days our customer has been in the building and we put on a large meeting to go over the progress of the program with them. So that means that there will be catered meals (gotta step it up for the customer right?) And although myself and the other analysts (cost and schedule) do not have to attend the meeting, we do get the "leftovers". Yeah ok that doesn’t sound nearly as good as it actually is. But bear with me.... Obviously we have to let the meeting attendees eat first, but we all wait at our cubicles like lil starving puppies, waiting for the "ohh there is plenty of food, go help yourselves" from the admin. And then rush the tables like it’s our last meal! And every time it’s something delicious! Tuesday = jerk chicken, twice baked potatoes, green beans with EVOO and feta, tiramisu and assorted cakes for dessert; Wednesday = pulled pork, coleslaw, Mac n cheese, cornbread, and an ice cream bar with 20+ toppings!!!! Today I was told it is manicotti, probably with some sort of garlic bread and salad. And that’s just lunch. They also serve them breakfast and coffee/soda ALL DAY, which means we can pretty much wander over and snag drinks ALL DAY. LOVE IT! It was nice when I was pregnant (probably aided in the 50lbs gained) because they would ALWAYS say "oh go grab some food" welll before they let anyone else :) Or sometimes I would just go, whether or not they okayed it cause really, who is going to say no to a hungry pregnant lady!? (preggers get away with EVERYTHING... that just may have to be tomorrows blog topic, cause seriously it’s unreal!) Yes, I know you are thinking NOOOO PLEASE SAY YOU DIDNT EAT THAT!! WHAT ABOUT 40 in 40!?? believe me, I ate it, and thought about how I was wrecking my 40 in 40 (which meant I felt guilty all afternoon). BUT IT WAS FREEE! and in my defense, with the exception of the ice cream, I didn’t go overboard on portions and didn’t indulge in dessert. It’s a good sign though that at least I am thinking about it, right??? Yeah we shall see how I do with today’s menu...oye!

I know, but its just easier this way...

Confession: Colton sleeps in our bed.

yes i know. I am breaking the rule listed in every Mommies 101 text book. But i dont care. Its works. I get sleep. And isnt that like the second most important thing these days?? the instant he wimpers because his pacifer fell out, all i have to do is roll over and pop it back in. I dont even have to open my eyes. Far cry from climbing out of bed, stumbling down the hall, searching in his crib and popping the paci back in then trying to slip back out the creaky door without really waking Colton up. Plus any parent who has had a stuffy baby knows that they choke occasionally on their mucus. And the sound of a choking baby from a room down the hall is the scariest sound on earth. Now i will admit that I don't sleep AS well with him in the bed, but i do sleep better than if he is in his crib. And while i don't get Alfie in bed with me (we trade off on who sleeps in the spare room and who gets C.) i get to wake up to a tiny grabby hand on my face and sometimes a drooly mouth slobbering on my nose but best yet is this adorable face right by my face, smiling and cooing. I love it!




My only wish is for a slighhhhtly larger bed so alfie could join too. I know, i know i know... "its gonna be hard to break him of this", "what about your marriage bed", "thats so weird" Yes, i get it, i know the cons of maintaining these sleeping arrangements BUT when he is fussy to fall asleep and you FINALLY get him down, and you have been laying in your bed so that you dont have to keep pacing his nursery and can actually take a few minutes off your feet, setting him down and laying beside him is a wonderful relief from the long day. PLUS when the alarm goes off at 5am (no joke it is set at 5am) and you need to get going and get ready, its easier to have him right there and try to keep him asleep so you dont have to feed or change him until you are done getting dressed, its worlds easier! As you can tell i am ALL about easy these days. Which is why today I look like a frumpy mother... Hair slicked back into my lazy pony tail because i chose to watch DWTS last night instead of blow drying my hair (the small joys) and then made my health conscious lunch (boo hiss) and did an EXTRA 15 minutes of zumba after my hour long class (yeah i know i had some crazy energy) so although i had a relaxing evening (C went with alf to his parents house, where he was super fussy...poor thing) i should have done my hair, but the luxery of a quiet night on the couch, is few and far between and you KNOW girl had to jump at that chance!! And im sure i will be cursing out this decision eventually (like when we attempt to put him back to his bed) but for now i will eat up the nights of snuggles and the slight scratches from his wolverine claws that hit my face in the middle of the night, and the way he eventually scoots my way until he is laying right beside me (i love it and melt every night). i will worry about putting him in his bed later. I can't promise that I wont complain about how hard that is, but go ahead, you can say "I TOLD YOU SO" when the time comes and rub it in.

It's a crazyyyy world out there....

Confession: Warm weather makes people crazy!!

So anyone who knows rochester weather, knows that the second it gets warm, is the second people break out their tank tops and shorts and hoochie-wear, even though the "warm weather" i speak of is low 50's, high 40's.Although what may not be as obvious is the unveiling of the crazies along with it. Yes, thats right, with the warm weather come the crazies. Well this weekend was one of those weekends where the odd and wacky were out and about. Saturday dawned with bright and sunny 50 degree weather and seemed like a perfect day to cruise the plaza and spend some of my hard earn bonus (boo ya). So alf and i wrangled up our gear and Colton and headed out for the 1 minute drive it takes from our house to the plaza. We got there and stopped first at Target for some 'Bucks coffee (for you not in "the know" that is Starbucks), then quickly trekked to Panera for some num nums. (i know, 40 in 40 beware at Panera, but i ordered a Power sandwich no cheese for a healthy breakfast...google it, only 300 and some odd calories, not too shabby). So we get into line, me then coltons stroller and alfie bringing up the rear.

SIDENOTE:
Now, you will notice, whenever alfie and i take colton anywhere, that alfie preferes to push the stroller. Why? Well what, may i ask, is cuter than a 5 month old smiley and flirty baby?? A 5month old smiley and flirty baby with his daddy! So to make him feel like he's still got it, I let him soak in all the "aww how cutes" and let him respond to the "what a happy baby" and "how old is this lil guy".

Okay, so we are in line and deciding to order, and i am staring up at the menu when i hear "Welll hello little guy, arent you just an adorble little thing", so I turn to smile and give the kind "thank you" when i see 2 very large, very saggy and very on display boobs, coming from the cougar who is mackin it to my husband and baby in the stroller. I smiled and said thanks, chuckling at the hot mess and thinking "ill let alfie handle this one" LOL. She then leans back down toward the stroller to again talk to colton and give him his first cougar booby sighting (poor kid). She mentions something about him being a boy and that she had 6 boys and like 4 girls, cause alfie and i later commented on how tiny she was for that many kids, but in hindsight, her tatas definitely fed 10 children and then kept trying to keep a conversation with Alfie as he awkwardly kept looking for a way out. Luckily he dodged a bullet cause we were next to order so the conversation was very short lived... unlike our NEXT crazy encounter at Chipotle.

Alf and I dropped colton off at the sitters after church on sunday (i hear you chuckling christy) while we went to Pittsford Plaza and grabbed a bite at Chipotle, which was a pleasant surprise since we didnt know there was one closer than henrietta. Anyways, we put in our order (tacos for Alf, and a salad for me) while listening to the cougar (again) in front of us. This cougar was a hybrid of sorts... young from the back but old from the front... she was wearing sweatpants with uggs, a tank top with a zip up and hat but had long wavy highlighted hair. But thats not the crazy part, so we are CLEARLY in line after her and she gets her very loud self through the line and finally to cashout and makes a comment to the cashier about a stack of faux newpapers (printed by chipotle with their news on it) by saying "wait, is this real???" the cashier says no, and she goes on to talk about how she was watching some reality show (she couldnt remember which) and the owner of Chip-olt-leee (we all know its pronounced with a "lay" at the end not "lee") was on it. She went on and on and on about Chipolt-lee and this show, meanwhile alfie and I am all the food preppers are watching her nonsense conversation and WE are waiting to cashout and eat. So crazy lady in her wanna -be- a- 15- yr- old ugg boots is taking her pretty little time and making a fool out of herself. Really!!! Some people just shouldnt be allowed in public during normal functioning hours. Finally, she leaves after a good 5 minute convo with us just staring at her, trying hard not to laugh. I felt like saying "is this real life" like in David after Dentist...ya know?! People are just bizarre!! And tell me...where are all these crazies FROM?!?!

NA NA Na BOO BOO...

Confession: I got my co-worker in trouble.

First off, yes this is part of the friday tri-fecta. I was in a writting mood. So humor me ok?!

Ok, lets start from the beginning. There is the lady, we shall call her Sandy. Sandy was brought in from lets say NYC to help as a cost analyst on a very similar program to mine. So there are now 3 analyst spread across 2 programs I am on Project A, she is on Project B and our 3rd analyst lets call him Boris, splits half time between. Well Sandy is a bit high strung and anal about how things are done (thats the NYC way) and everyone else is very very laid back. Our business managaer on the project, lets call him Bernie, had worked with Sandy in NYC on another program and knew she was a very hard worker, so requested her to come be part of the team up here (BIG mistake. i think daily he is regretting that mistake) but anyways so there have been quite a few personality conflicts with Sandy and the rest of the team and I had been flying safely under her nasty radar. Until "the event". So Bernie had asked me to figure out a way to better track the people charging the project and flag new chargers. It took me a few tries but I was able to work with my best buddy MS Excel and come up with a snazzy template to do this. (Bernie's cubicle is right next to Sandys) So after i showed Bernie, he said "Great, show Sandy, so she can implement it on this project" okay no biggie. So i turned to her cubicle, as Bernie got up and headed away from his desk, and said "Hey Sandy, i got more work for ya. haha" jokingly. With her head down and furioously typing over the keyboard she does not acknowledge my presence, nor does she tell me she was busy and to come back. Instead she lifts her hand and puts it up like a "stop" and then does it again. Obviously i knew that meant to leave her alone, and i pissedly (not a word) said "uhhh ok" and walked away.I sat at my desk thinking of all the things i should have said and if smacking a biotch would get me fired. I didnt mention anything to anyone that day and i sat fuming for a good hour at my desk. Then finally the following week at our team lunch, which Sandy thankfully did not attend. I brought up what she did and Bernie was appauled. I thought it ended there. NOPE. That friday, someone else mentioned that Bernie had said something to them about it. And they were pissed that Sandy would treat me this way. Well Bernie came up to me and said that my supervisor is aware of what she did and then someone (either Bernie or her supervisor) mentioned it to her. And low and behold, Sandy just swooped on by to apologize. I graciously thanked her for apologizing and then changed the subject, cause i had been over it an hour (ok a week) after it happened. It was not my intention to get her introuble with her supervisor, but at the same time, who treats someone so rudely? Atleast have the common curtisy to turn to me and say "im sorry i am swamped right now, can you show me later?" I get being busy! But i do not get how people can be that rude. Sadly for her thats one more strike against her in the eyes of the entire team... especially when you mess with this lil Lamb (me).

I wanna be UNMADE...

Confession: I no longer wanna be MADE...

Lol yeah i know, im lame when it comes to the running thing, but i just do.not.enjoy.running. AT ALL. Which is weird cause i was doing GREAT with my running for the lone week I actually did it. But then i got sick and BAM had to take a week off and never really go back on the horse. (If i am honest, i didnt care that much) but since then, 2 people have nailed down wedding day timings (summer and fall of this year) and both weddings include me! YIKES motivation! I am determined. DE-TER-MINED to lose this weight. And i have been doing very well sticking to my plan thanks to my new phone (yep i got one and YEP it has a list APP too!! yay) which has a calorie and fitness tracker in it. You can even scan the barcode on packaged items and it reads it! so cool.

TIME LAPSE

so i had a donut. If anyone cares it was covered in chocolate frosting and sprinkles and had 240 calories. 240 CALORIES!! But it did taste good, a little too good. And now i feel guilty. I have come to terms that i have a hearty mans appetite. Women always crave sweets, and for 9 months i ate like a picky woman, but now i am back to my lumberjack-cowboy-biker-man stomach. Id prefer a burger and loaded fries to a cupcake and dessert. I crave garbage plates over chocolate and ribs over ice cream. I can easily out eat Alfie and will pretty much try (and enjoy) any food with the exception of brussel sprouts... gag me! Is it weird i planned my meal for DW's Bday tonite already? I even allotted for 2 beers. Is that obsessive? Im ok if it is. because for then few months i plan to BE obsessive.I plan to be VERY obssessive. And if you see me eating something that will add pounds shout 40 in 40 right in my face or snag the food out of my hand and throw it away (okay dramatic, you could just kindly remind me).

90% of the Birthing Story....

Confession: "Labor is not that bad”... but the epidural was a BIOTCH.

Yeah i can hear all you mamas who have gone through it cursing me out right now! But careful, because the catch is that my pregnancy was hell, so if yours wasnt then shut yo mouth :) Ok, onto the confession (shout out to christy, my only reader, for the confession idea). I wont go through the entire story, A. its too long and B. its too much work...lol BUT i will explain my confession. When my water "broke" (it really tore, and they had to later on fully break it) my contractions started within a half hour and steadily increased in frequency and duration and intensity until colty was born.

SIDEBAR:
I am lactose intolerant. Yeah i know, bear with me this DOES have a lot to do with the confession. I am lactose intolerant. And for years, anytime i would have milk, i would get this intense stabbing pain and then the "gurggles" that would "roll across the plains" (ie. start from one side of my stomach and go all the way across to the other side) and this would last (TMI coming) until it all "left my body"...if you know what i mean. So imagine years of summers, PMS weeks, parties, etc. of enjoying ice cream and then pretty much having these pains and crampings the rest of the night.Ok back to the labor story.

So these contractions started and they felt like PMS cramps. Okay not bad, i can handle it. 1cm....2cm...3cm okay when will these contractions get bad? 4cm...5cm..6cm...ok now they feel like my lactose cramps, still not "painful", i mean they were (don't kill me) annoying, but not really painful yet. At about 7cm, they were starting to get uncomfortable and so I hopped (okay waddled and cautiously climbed) into the jacuzzi tub, and that definitely held me over for about an hour or so, at which point the contractions were getting painful and I knew i wanted an epidural for pushing, which was coming soon. So i headed back to the room and when they checked me I was 8cm. The nurses all were saying i was doing great, wow 8cm and no pain meds, no epidural. I remember Christy calling, early on, and her not believing when i said they were not bad but that they felt like i had ice cream.So we then got the ball moving on getting an epidural. In hindsight, i question whether i would do it again and here is why....

So the anesthesialogist comes in, totally looking like Duff from Ace of Cakes, and all happy and chatty. Okay, good sign, right? hmm no. He clears everyone out of the room but one person (i had to choose between Alfie or Mom, and I chose alfie, although i think he probably wishes I had chosen mom). Duff preps his needles (which i thankfully did not see) and tells me to sit on the edge of the bed and hug my pillow to round my back, and HOLD VERY STILL. I asked them to hold a second as i was having a contraction and then once it finished he said he was going to inject the numbing stuff (lets call it novacaine). I grabbed alfies hand and held on. Anyone who has had a cavity knows when they inject novicaine they do it in 3 depth levels. They inject, then go a bit deeper then the final depth to make sure you are all numbed up. Such is the same with this novacaine. So he sticks me right in the back and youchie it hurts. They he says ok, i am going in with the epidural, you shouldnt feel anything but let me know if you do. HOT DANG YES MOTHER EFFER I FEEL IT. i didnt say that i more said "OUCHHHHHHHHH, I CAN FEEL IT ON MY LEFT SIDE" if felt like someone had literally stabbed my nerve in my back (slight wimpering by now). Ok, so then Duff goes in with more novacaine (mind you i have now been poked 3 times), and again with the epidural(poke #4), OWWWWWWWW I CAN FEEL IT (enter sobbing tears, mom swears she heard me call for her and I feel like i actually did call for her...they could hear me all the way in the hall), and he goes back again with the novacaine (poke #5, by now i am sobbing, while trying not to move) and then he goes in (poke#6 with the epidural) no pain. He finished me up as im sitting there crying and alfie is looking like a deer in headlights. My legs went numb shortly after and i mean NUMB. some people who have the epidurals can still slightly feel and move. NOPE. not me. Remember, how i could feel the epidural poke on my left side, well my left leg was dead weight because they had to keep trying.Which resulted in me not being able to feel my contractions enough to push at 10cms or even to feel the urge to push. (this eventually led to my need for a csection)

After that things moved fairly quickly. I was able to fall asleep for an hour or so, as I kept progressing to 10cm. When i got there and couldnt feel my contractions, they had me wait in hopes that i would feel something enough to push (no such luck) during that waiting period my body created a "lip" which essentially made me more like 9cm instead of 10. They had me try pushing in hopes that the "lip" would revert and go back to 10cm. No such luck. That was when they noticed Colton getting tired. They waited about 30 minutes more and said a C section is my next option. Ok.Lets do it. From there things moved at lightning speed. They wheeled my bed out of the room and into the hall towards the surgical area. had me take some meds and throw on a hairnet. Transfered me to the surgical bed and upped my epidural ( i was very fearful they would have to takeout my epidural and do a spinal, but thankfully no!!) They strap my arms to the bed out away from my body. I remember being so freaking cold. Like freezing. My teeth were chattering and my body felt like it was shaking from being so cold. They brought Alfie in and said i might feel some pressure when they began the procedure. I was terrified i would feel them cutting, but i didnt. Next thing i know i hear crying. and see them taking colton from behind the sheet onto the warming bed to clean him up. i did shed a slight tear and loved the sound of his petite crying. You dont realize how worried you are that he wont come out crying until you realize how relieved you are that you hear it. They cleaned him up and alfie snapped some pictures and they finally brought him over to lay on my chest. Then they wheeled us to recovery and blah blah blah blah... you know the rest.

It only took 5 months to write...lol

Happy friday :)

Yep, i know, it looks good...

Confession: I am having a VERY good hair day!!

Usually with the schedule i have been keeping these days, the ability (and desire) to keep up with my hair has slipped and although i dont look like a Snaggle-puss (new word, i kinda like it!, go ahead and use it...) I do not always look like the well put together mamma I would like to. But last night i remedied that and actually blew dried my hair and this morning after Coltys 4am bottle, when he went back to sleep, i resisted the urge to snuggle in and fall back to sleep and instead plugged in the flat iron, grabbed some clips and when to town. And the result was a SUCCESS. Many compliments today from coworkers (made me kinda wonder if i generally look aweful? lol) but thats ok, i will gladly take the compliment and store it away for a rainy, frizzy, didn't- get- to -shower- so -my -curly- hair- is- in- a -ponytail kind of day. I know you are all wondering what its like, well its the usual flat ironed do with a bit of volume on top and i deepend my side part for a more dramatic look.... WINNING (to quote good old Charlie Sheen).

So, tomorrow is a good friend D.W's (we shall call him for anonymity purposes) birthday. A large group of us are going to the distillery and Mamasita is gonna watch Colty. So since it feels like i haven't been out in FOREVER, i need a GREAT outfit to wear out. I have settled on a white V neck ruffle shirt from NY&Co, jeans, my red DIY necklace and my red heels that i never get to wear, because come on... with a baby i can't quite wear 3 inch heels AND carry a 15lb baby and carseat. Nope, not happening! (still debating on wearing black instead, since its slimming, but the white shirt is really cute! I will let alfie make the final call) Slightly bummed that my 40 in 40 plan is going to limit my eating (and drinking, for that matter) BUT if i can make i through the weekend (this one especially, lots of gatherings where piggingout it the thing to do) then i can easily make it through the next 40 weeks...right? (humor me, ok?!) So all in all todays' great hair day BETTER extend into another good hair day tomorrow (when it counts) cause whats a good outfit if wasted on crappy looking hair, right? Oh well cheers to friday and cheers to a night out with "the crew"...

Put it on the list!!

Confession: I have a slighhht obsession with lists.

Ok by slight i mean CRAZY obsession. Making lists are my zen outlets. My scambled brain comes into focus and i instantly feel less overwhelmed, less cluttered and less frantic. It makes me feel like i have a plan... a path forward to get things accomplished. The down side to this is that my purse becomes OVERSIZED due to the random MS Excel (love it) lists or notebook full of grocery lists, daily menu ideas, weekly chore lists. Its full of the DIY lists, full of gift ideas or party planning help, or outfit ideas. Its like a bag full of paper! At this very moment i have 12...yes twelve "lists" in my notebook crammed into my purse. I know i get this little obsession with list from my mom. She is the queen of lists. Everything gets written down and then checked off the list when done. Its her key to her insane organization (and MAN is she one organized cookie!!) I enjoy the feeling of crossing off an item on the list. It feels like i have accomplished something. Like i am one step closer to the end goal.

Every day i make atleast one sort of list for myself and another separate list for work. Its kind of OCD, i guess. But it works. I am generally on task and hardly late on deadlines! I am a superb packer and rarely forget items or plans. Its quite the handy (although a bit messy) tidbit about me! My hope, is that as it is time to upgrade my phone, that this is where a smart phone would come in handy. I have dreams that there is a "list"app, that will maintain my lists upon lists and i can be done with the pages and pages i toss into my purse or fold and lay by my dresser or desk. I am hopeful that i can sync my calendar to alfies calendar and with the touch of a button plan and make lists to my hearts content! Is that sad, that that is my prerequesit for a phone??? Yes i know, but i am a simple gal (when it is NOT referring to clothes, jewelry or shoes).

Well now i can cross "write todays blog" off my list!!