More Florida Later...Right Now It's Blog Therapy Time!

I just have to get this out or I am going to explode!!!

I have a Pet Peeve. It's probably my biggest one. It's a specific one, so let me explain. I CAN'T STAND people who constantly have to contradict/correct/negate your every statement, just for the sake of argument. Arrrgghhhhh! I know someone who is particularly prone to the contradicting/correcting/negating that I despise so much. I know that such people do not realize what they do; they probably think they are making conversation, or offering up the "correct" info (for these people also always seem to genuinely think they are correct about everything all the time).

And I know that I do not always have the correct info. But I don't make sh*t up. I only say things if I know I've heard them before, or truly believe them as my whole-hearted opinion. I also try to remember to preface such things with the correct "I heard" or "I really believe"...

But last night was just too much! It was like everything I had to say, this person was contradicting me, whether it be opinion or fact. I said I can't stand "Ferro (sp?) Rocher" Chocolates. She said they're her favorite. I said you can make Bloody Mary's with Gin...she said she had never heard of such a thing!!! (Helllll-oooo...it's right on the back of the Mix Bottle! I didn't make it up!!!) We were talking about soldiers who come back from War, and what life is like for them after, and I mentioned that Oprah did a show once and she said that they hardly have any time to De-Compress, compared to like WWII when it took so long to get home, they had time to re-coop. She said "Oh No. They get lot's of special time." It's REALLY REALLY hard to muster up the desire to have a conversation with someone who refuses to take anything you say at face value. It's exhausting to feel like every statement is meant for argument. There's a difference between the "Question Authority" mentality of youth and this downright annoying insistence that nobody but you has the authoritive word.

It's depressing, because now I feel like I need at least a week to cool off before I have the energy to hang out again. And even then, I doubt I'll say much; the pain is not worth the conversation...

Florida Pictorial 7/18 - Hott Dude on a Bike

Florida Pictorial 7/18

On Tuesday 7/18 we went to Downtown Disney. Matt took Jess and Miah on the Carousel. Miah, of course, HAD to pick the Spinny Seat. I think "Miah" means "Daredevil" in Greek.

All the shopping just plain wore James out!

Pretty Princesses!

Florida Pictorial 7/20 - "Englewooooood"

On Thursday we went to visit my parent's friends, Richard and Pat. They live in Northport, a town on the Gulf of Mexico. We went to Englewood Beach. And for the record, no I don't think this is the "Englewood" of Ice Cube fame...

Florida Beaches really are that blue.

"Uh mom, I'm with Auntie Sara on this...beach no noooo!"

Hunting for Shark Teeth. Note the superior "flashlight" technology (Hint: They're not flashlights, they're cell phones).

Florida Pictorial 7/21 & 7/22

This a Picture Post Story of our trip to Florida, in order from beginning to end...

Friday 7/21

Mini Golfing

Saturday 7/22

Orlando International Airport

Disney Store ("Disney's Earport")

Saturday 7/22

The Flight Home

I'm Ready! I'm Ready! I'm Ready, ready...ready?

Before I begin, I have to say that I really like the early morning. I mean, I am not a fan of getting up by any means, but when you can't sleep and it's 5 AM, and you get up and the house is all yours, it's a good feeling. I'm sure the "baby" will be asleep for a little bit more. It's so peaceful. Not like Nap Time. I'm going to try to do it more. Maybe get some real Blogging done. Let's start now...

I made a promise a while back, maybe February/March or so...maybe before but definitely it was set in stone only a few months ago. But the funny thing about promises is that when you make them about the future, it's not always like you think it will come to fruition that quickly. In my promise, I said that I would start after vacation. So here it is, after vacation. And boy, is it a scary prospect.

I'm talking about having another baby. *Sigh* I know it's time. I don't want James to be too much older than his sibling. But all of a sudden, I'm feeling selfish. Like I need more "me" time to enjoy all the things I will miss until the baby comes and grows up a bit. And I'm not talking about just alcohol or anything. That's nothing. It's little things, like coffee, a good night's sleep (even before the baby comes, it gets difficult to sleep through the night), a chance to lose more weight. And what about my 30th Birthday? Even if I get pregnant now, the baby will come just about that time. I've really always dreamed of a Grand Celebration for my 30th Birthday. It will be a bit more difficult at 9 months a long, or with a Newborn.

And, how do you prepare a Toddler for a new baby? James understands a lot but will he understand this?? How do you sit a Two-year-old down and tell them about a baby coming?

Yikes! The pressure! I think this is one of those issues it's better to ignore and let happen naturally...

Rosita! Accident-o! Clean-o Up-o, Ok??

That's how I feel. My name is Rosita, and I'm a Taskmaster.

Ok, not really a "master". Even I have lazy moments (zoom in now as I sit on the couch at 10:45 in my PJs) But it sure feels that way, since I've been home from vacation! Tip of the day: Do not go on vacation for a week and leave your husband at home alone.

Now, really, I'm just teasing. I mean, he's been working 12 hour days, having overnight duty one of every three of those days, 6 days a week. And then coming home and working on our bathroom renovation (with the neighbor- GOD BLESS OUR NEIGHBOR!!!). It's just funny to come home from an exhausting week (yes, having fun is exhausting, as a "single mom") taking care of James all by yourself. You don't believe me??? I'll drop him off at your house for a week, and take away your husband (if need be). Then you can get back to me on that. Now, I'm sure that all near-two year olds are the same, so maybe you understand...Anyways, I come home from "vacation" and here's a few of the things I hear:

"The cats pooped in the Dining Room all week."
"I only changed the litter box a couple of times."
"We emptied the Cubby into the Kitchen. It's kind of just thrown everywhere."
"Can you mail out my Dr. Pepper labels?"
"Can you go to the hardware store and get a switch for the light?"
"Are you going grocery shopping?"
"My Calculus Course is due on the 1st."


Ok, I'll stop there, since I did say "a few".

I'm not complaining. Actually, I'm chuckling to myself as I type. I seriously wonder sometimes if I am my husband's enabler. Like, by us getting married and me becoming a SAHM, I've caused him to become very dependent on me to "take care of things". I know he's a capable person, because he lived alone before I met him. I bet it's a relief and a comfort for him to only worry about having to go to work, and not when will the laundry get done, how will dinner get made, when will groceries be bought, when will the house get cleaned, etc...Not to worry, honey...

I AM ROSITA, THE TASKMASTER.

P.S., Yes, the title is a movie line...can you guess which one???

Anti-Climax-itism

There's one thing I hate about getting excited. It's the fact that the excitement never lasts as long as the build-up. Personally, I've always been one of those people who hates the day after Christmas, or their birthday. You get so excited about something that means so much to you and then "POOF!" it's passed.

Vacation was fun. I love the resort, I love Magic Kingdom. I love the freedom vacation brings of going wherever and doing whatever. We actually did a lot of little things. We went to Magic Kingdom, Downtown Disney, Margaritaville, Ripley's Believe It or Not Museum, Mini Golfing, The Hard Rock Casino, the Beach, Blizzard Beach...and little things like the pool and shopping in between.

But then, it was breakfast together, and the drive to the Airport and we were off...it just felt like any other vacation day when it started, and before I knew it, we were home and vacation was just a memory.

The good thing about Memories is that they tend to erase all the stress. So now, vacation is a bunch of funny stories I can tell everyone. Like at Ripley's when Andrew played with his bum in the camera (a hidden camera, he didn't know it!). Or howling like Bloodhounds hot on the trail of the Casino Scent. Or hunting for Shark's Teeth on the beach in the middle of the night by the backlight of our Cell Phones. Yes, those are the memories I will pass on.

I truly am waiting for the next time the family can all be together, be it on vacation or just for a special occasion.

Upchuck The Cookies!

This Blog entry's title is dedicated to my Andrea. I'll never forget that summer, and the cruising around town, blasting our Kid Rock and singing "Bawitdaba da bang da bang...Upchuck the cookies!!"

It's a classic example of our own interpretation of lyrics. You know, like "Excuse me while is kiss this guy." Well, the other day I had a revelation. For years, I have pondered a certain portion of the lyrics from "Brown Eyed Girl". I could never figure out what the lyrics "Gunnin' down the old man with a Transistor Radio..." could possibly mean. And then I went to the Blake Shelton concert. He performed "Brown Eyed Girl" as a segue into his song "Playboys of the Southwestern World". And his allocution (Hey Abby- I used your word!) opened my eyes.

DUUUHHHHHH! It's not "Gunnin' down the old man with a Transistor Radio..."

It's "Goin' down to the ol' mine with a Transistor Radio."


...And the world makes so much more sense now...

What's your favorite lyric misinterpretation???

I'm a Wicked Wiener!

It all started at Subfest, the Fair on the Base. Foxwoods had a Wheel where you could win all sorts of things, from hats to bags, to Buffet Passes, and Show Tickets. Me being the Fatty that I am, I was in line to spin the wheel, in hopes of getting a Buffet Pass. And I did!! (Yes, I jumped up and down, singing "I won a Buffet Pass, I won a Buffet Pass!" - Hey, if I can't embrace and rejoice in my fattiness, then what else do I have???)
So, ok, then Art spins the wheel, and it lands on Show Tickets. He's all like "Aw, bummer. Guess you'll be eating buffet yourself. " But the lady handed him the show tickets AND a Buffet Pass. (I bet it was my song and dance that got him the Buffet Pass.) The Show Tickets were for a Blake Shelton concert. You know, the Country Singer who does "Austin", "Ol' Red", "Some Beach", "The Baby", "Nobody But Me", "Playboys of the Southwestern World", & "Goodbye Time". I love it when you go to concerts and you're all like "OH! He does that?!?!?"
The Show was awesome. If you ever have a chance to go to the Fox Theatre for a show, I recommend it. It's a small venue, so every seat is good. And the prices are fairly decent for a concert, especially nowadays. But the Concert, of course, played Second Fiddle to the remainder of the night. The concert ended, we went to find my Father. He was nowhere that we could see him, so Art wanted to head home. Home?!?!? At 10:30, with Grandma babysitting, knowing her ride won't be picking her up for at least another 2 hours??? As we were walking towards the Garage Elevator, Art mentions that his palm is itchy. I told him that meant he was going to come into money. "Pshaw!", he replied (but perhaps uttering different words). I convinced him the $20 each wouldn't hurt, and that the signs were in our favor already (we had won the night out, and his palm was itchy).
So, we headed to the Double Downs with $20 in each of our hands. I knew that I only had that $20 to last the whole night. Art found a pretty good machine to start, he hit some Flushes and Full Houses, and brought his credits up to over 200. I, on the other hand, was failing miserably. I was down to 30-someodd credits, and losing. Knowing I only had a few minutes left until The End, I brought my bet down to 3 Credits. 3 Credits is the ultimate middle-bet. It still ensures you a cheap enough play to last a while, but the payouts are still worth the money. And then it comes...a Queen and Three Wild deuces. At this point I'm not really thinking, except that the machine beeped and I need to Double Down. So I do, and then...BOOM! The last Wild Wdeuce. FOUR WILD DEUCS!!! I grabbed Art's arm and squeezed so hard. The machine started singing and flashing "Call the Attendant." $600! I would have been $1000 if I was playing 5 coins but, hey, who's complaining???
Not to mention that about 10 minutes later, Art hit a Wild Royal with Deuces, and he came out with $300. There was an Old Dude with a Flashlight that was really excited about us, and kept trying to tell us how to bet and when to cash out our machines. No matter which machine we went to in the row, he was watching us play. After a while I got up and decided to go Far Far Away and try the 9-Line Machines. No luck, but they are sooooo fun!!!
All in all, we left Foxwoods some very happy campers. And to think, Art didn't believe me when I told him itchy palms = money...

My Old Friends

Today, I have to say "Thank You" to two of my dearest friends. They've always been there for me, in celebration and in sorrow, since I met them in college. I can't imagine now my life without them, and I wish I could have met them sooner. What else can you say about friends that can make you happier when you're already happy, and take away the misery when you're down?

I just finished hanging out with my buddies; we watched a little Celebrity Poker Showdown. I'm feeling much better, even though now they're gone. I don't get to see them often enough. Ah well, at least Art was sleeping while they were here today. I really don't like hanging out with them while he's here. I mean, he gets along with them and everything, but I just don't get to enjoy them as much when Art's with me.




Anyhow, they've come. They've gone. They'll come again, I know. And for that, I say Thank You. Thank You, Ben & Jerry. I heart you 4-eva.



How long did I have you fooled for???

Hollaaaaa!

Yo yo yo yo yo.

There are a few people who need some props.

#1
DeevahGirl - She was able to correctly guess the Movie from whence the Title of my other post came. (Hey - does whence mean when? I guess that would make sense, and it would mean I used it wrong. Oh well, it still sounds cool!) Hey Deevah - send me your new addy and your favorite candy bar; it will be waiting for you!


#2
Andy - My brother needs some recognition for a job well done at Foxwoods the other night. You go boyyyyyyyeeeee!


#3
Andrea - My lonnnnnnnnnnngggg time friend (as long as Ms. Deevah!!!) who found my blog and has been an avid reader since. I have added another member to your ranks, oh captive audience. She calls me the "Carrie Bradshaw" of married moms. Cool! P.S. Andrea - I wasn't up at 4:20, Blogger just needs to fix their clock!


#4
Me - I need to give myself a pat on the back for acquiring a new wardrobe that actually matches my taste in clothing. It has just been too long since I went into a store and picked out clothes for myself. For two years (save the two pairs of capris and two shirts I bought for summer last year) I have been wearing things people bought for me or gave to me. And truthfully, I have really worn them out, so you know that the clothes are appreciated! They just weren't me, and I felt like a Plain Jane wearing pants and a t-shirt everyday. The feeling you get when you can go into the store and shop freely for all the cute things you could ever want cannot be matched! I now have 4 adorable skirts, two new shirts plus 4 new camis, and a new dress. Oh! And two new pairs of flip flops. You gotta hit Old Navy. 2 for $5!!! And some have beads on the thongs. Too cute!



Notice how the biggest paragraph went to me. Does that mean something???

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