Monday, November 24, 2008
In love with a woman...
...ok I'm really not. BUT if you know anything about me you know that music is kind of an obsession of mine. If you notice under my random blogs I have a new one called "Live from Sun Studio"....and if you go there one of the featured artists is Grace Potter and the Nocturnals. They are my latest obsession....seriously, if I was ballsy enough I would try to be her. Maybe in another life right? If you have a soft spot like I do for blues with a hint of gospel look up "Nothing but the Water" on Itunes or youtube...it's life changing.
Friday, November 21, 2008
Perceptions and expectations can be a wicked, wicked thing
There are many things as I've grown up that I have expected to happen. I expected to get married, to have a career, and to have kids. I knew it was possible to not like my job or to sometimes wish I lived in Italy (random but true). Even with these basic life expectations, I have always been a firm believer that the less expectations you have the better. Why? Because then when good things happen to you, you are nothing short of pleasantly surprised. When bad things happen you weren't expecting the best so you deal a lot quicker. This could be called pessimism. I'm not really sure.
I have also always had very specific perceptions of myself. I know what I am capable of and I also know that I could be capable of a lot more. I don't think I'm dumb, but I'm very sure I wasn't meant to cure cancer or really ever understand the nature of a mortgage, the need for algebra, or the reasons behind many political issues. I find myself to be fairly attractive based on the sole fact that I really do think my parents and my sister are gorgeous people (so basically I must have gained some of that). I know I have talents, abilities, bla, bla, bla. At the end of the day I am still a female and I'm still pretty sure that I could look a lot hotter if I tried or be a lot smarter if I really felt the need.
At this point you are probably thinking, why on earth is she going on about herself? I will tell you. I had a rare and astonishing moment of self education. If I ever have a daughter and she's 15 and telling me she's fat or ugly or something equally as difficult to respond to as a mother (because she will think "you have to say that") I am going to tell her this:
There are rare people who remain very much the same physically as they age, but don't bank on it. HOWEVER, don't ever assume that your perception of yourself is correct. I have decided that it almost never is. I am nearing thirty and I have often assumed that I look drastically different than I did at 18. I am mainly using the example of weight. If I were just basing this on sheer numbers I would technically be right. My moment occurred last weekend when I was desperate to find a formal gown for a charity ball that I am going to with my dad when we go to his house for Thanksgiving. I know I am 4 months pregnant, but I figured I could try for the non-maternity route and hope for the best. I went a few places, got sick of looking, and went to my mom's hoping one of the 18 bridesmaids dresses would suffice. She then pulled out two dresses I wore in high school. Laughable, I know, but going with the no expectations lifestyle I tried them on. I didn't do this to humor her or to attempt to make myself cry. I just did it kind of fleetingly. Here comes the astonishing part....both of them fit. One was a little snug, but seriously either one would work. Not to mention, they aren't horribly out of style. So in a matter of 5 minutes two perceptions of myself were shattered...one, I have no style and two, I am dramatically larger now than I was ten years ago.
One of the best feelings in the world came later when my sister text messaged me and said "I heard you are wearing your prom dress...go on wit cha bad self!". I think in life it isn't often that women sit back and feel really good about themselves. When I got that text message I really wanted to bottle up the feeling and sell it. If you find yourself wallowing in self-pity or dislike you should really think about how wrong your probably are.
I have also always had very specific perceptions of myself. I know what I am capable of and I also know that I could be capable of a lot more. I don't think I'm dumb, but I'm very sure I wasn't meant to cure cancer or really ever understand the nature of a mortgage, the need for algebra, or the reasons behind many political issues. I find myself to be fairly attractive based on the sole fact that I really do think my parents and my sister are gorgeous people (so basically I must have gained some of that). I know I have talents, abilities, bla, bla, bla. At the end of the day I am still a female and I'm still pretty sure that I could look a lot hotter if I tried or be a lot smarter if I really felt the need.
At this point you are probably thinking, why on earth is she going on about herself? I will tell you. I had a rare and astonishing moment of self education. If I ever have a daughter and she's 15 and telling me she's fat or ugly or something equally as difficult to respond to as a mother (because she will think "you have to say that") I am going to tell her this:
There are rare people who remain very much the same physically as they age, but don't bank on it. HOWEVER, don't ever assume that your perception of yourself is correct. I have decided that it almost never is. I am nearing thirty and I have often assumed that I look drastically different than I did at 18. I am mainly using the example of weight. If I were just basing this on sheer numbers I would technically be right. My moment occurred last weekend when I was desperate to find a formal gown for a charity ball that I am going to with my dad when we go to his house for Thanksgiving. I know I am 4 months pregnant, but I figured I could try for the non-maternity route and hope for the best. I went a few places, got sick of looking, and went to my mom's hoping one of the 18 bridesmaids dresses would suffice. She then pulled out two dresses I wore in high school. Laughable, I know, but going with the no expectations lifestyle I tried them on. I didn't do this to humor her or to attempt to make myself cry. I just did it kind of fleetingly. Here comes the astonishing part....both of them fit. One was a little snug, but seriously either one would work. Not to mention, they aren't horribly out of style. So in a matter of 5 minutes two perceptions of myself were shattered...one, I have no style and two, I am dramatically larger now than I was ten years ago.
One of the best feelings in the world came later when my sister text messaged me and said "I heard you are wearing your prom dress...go on wit cha bad self!". I think in life it isn't often that women sit back and feel really good about themselves. When I got that text message I really wanted to bottle up the feeling and sell it. If you find yourself wallowing in self-pity or dislike you should really think about how wrong your probably are.
Monday, November 17, 2008
So funny
I just have to point out how hysterical I thought this was....please read the comment to my last post for a better look, but Toby Flowers put in a very strong argument for us to use the name Toby. I am seriously going to consider it just because his argument is perfect. Rock on Toby. they need to make baby name books like that where people tell you all the reasons you should name your kid after them...I would buy it.
Friday, November 14, 2008
our nameless child
It appears that naming the upcoming newest member of the Burrow family has turned into a bit of a struggle for me. I did say for me and not for us because Seth has been rather flexible and open about it (amid some really interesting suggestions that I veto 99% of the time). I, on the other hand, am being rather difficult. It's not because I am pregnant and hormonal either. We were at the hockey game tonight randomly talking about names again and I finally came to the realization that nothing sounds good enough. That's rather cocky of me isn't it? Well, it's the truth. AND, we aren't finding out what we are having so the need for more than one name is daunting as well.
There are girl names I kind of like. I mean, if I really sat down and hashed it out I could pick one. Boy names are a totally different story. I keep dreaming that we are having a girl....some would say that's a sign....others would probably say that's my subconscious avoiding a decision because, well, that's what I do. I'm indecisive and fickle. But seriously, this name thing is so....permanent. You can't change your mind in a year. You can't even change it in a week. I mean, I guess you can but for arguments sake (and for the sake of all things normal) let's just say you can't. Boy names are hard for me because I have to be able to picture myself calling a little boy the name and calling a teenager the name. I am a teacher so about 20 names are automatically out the window. I love my family but the names are just not exactly appealing.
I would say send comments of suggestions but I don't want to show just how ridiculous this is has become for me by shooting down any well meaning ideas. If you are ballsy enough, feel free to comment.
There are girl names I kind of like. I mean, if I really sat down and hashed it out I could pick one. Boy names are a totally different story. I keep dreaming that we are having a girl....some would say that's a sign....others would probably say that's my subconscious avoiding a decision because, well, that's what I do. I'm indecisive and fickle. But seriously, this name thing is so....permanent. You can't change your mind in a year. You can't even change it in a week. I mean, I guess you can but for arguments sake (and for the sake of all things normal) let's just say you can't. Boy names are hard for me because I have to be able to picture myself calling a little boy the name and calling a teenager the name. I am a teacher so about 20 names are automatically out the window. I love my family but the names are just not exactly appealing.
I would say send comments of suggestions but I don't want to show just how ridiculous this is has become for me by shooting down any well meaning ideas. If you are ballsy enough, feel free to comment.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Gotta love him
Seriously....these are like train wrecks for me....I just can't help but to admire how sadly wonderful they are:
(care of Post Secret)
"I can't wait until I'm old and wrinkly with laugh lines...then everyone will know how happy you've made me."
"Some of my favorite memories with you are of us sitting around, reading people's obituaries and making up stories about their lives. My only hope in this world is that somewhere two people as in love as we were are reading your obituary and making up stories about your life. And, that I am a part of their story."
I am an emotional PG sap right now so that's where this is coming from. I want to brag about my hubby for a second. Last week I slept very wrong and woke up with a shooting pain from the base of my neck down the middle of my back. It absolutely refused to go away. So instead of whining about wanting to barf or falling asleep at dinner, I was now complaining about this pain. I don't know if he had just had enough or if he felt really sorry for me, but he disappeared for a bit while I was watching TV. He returned with an old rugby sock (they are long and very stretchy) filled with black beans that he had heated in the microwave. He put it on my back and it became a heating pad of sorts that I could lay comfortably on. It was glorious.
You rock Sethy poo.
(care of Post Secret)
"I can't wait until I'm old and wrinkly with laugh lines...then everyone will know how happy you've made me."
"Some of my favorite memories with you are of us sitting around, reading people's obituaries and making up stories about their lives. My only hope in this world is that somewhere two people as in love as we were are reading your obituary and making up stories about your life. And, that I am a part of their story."
I am an emotional PG sap right now so that's where this is coming from. I want to brag about my hubby for a second. Last week I slept very wrong and woke up with a shooting pain from the base of my neck down the middle of my back. It absolutely refused to go away. So instead of whining about wanting to barf or falling asleep at dinner, I was now complaining about this pain. I don't know if he had just had enough or if he felt really sorry for me, but he disappeared for a bit while I was watching TV. He returned with an old rugby sock (they are long and very stretchy) filled with black beans that he had heated in the microwave. He put it on my back and it became a heating pad of sorts that I could lay comfortably on. It was glorious.
You rock Sethy poo.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Football massacre, eyelashes, fingerprints, and
I am SO sorry I am such a slacker....I vow to be better...our internet has become more than frustrating so I do have a good reason.
Anyway, here is an update on what has been going on with us!
GA/FL weekend proved to be yet another good time minus the whole reason we go...the game. I even got sick (like runny nose, cough, can't sleep but can't take Nyquil kind of sick) on the way to St. Simmons. The beach and the good times made me better, the game made me depressed. We (Asa, Kim, Seth, and myself) had front row seats to the overwhelmingly frustrating loss. Overall, I am so glad we went...prego and all.
We came back to another eye surgery for the newest member of our family....Woody. The poor dog has eyelashes that grow into his eyes instead of out. So they lasered them off for a second time and he has that crusty, gooey, raccoon eye kind of look. He would literally be awful looking if his random breed and random physical affliction didn't make him so darn cute.
As for an update on the future Burrow, it is still nameless but it has fingerprints! I learned last week how fingerprints are made....the baby swims around in the amniotic fluid and ridges are created on the fingertips. VERY cool! So the baby can be booked but they won't know what to call it :-) I did find neutral bedding though....one step down, lots more to go.
My next plea for help is a somewhat ridiculous concern....we are going to West Palm to visit my dad for Thanksgiving and we are going to a very cool yet very formal charity ball. I am not technically "showing" yet, but I am having to regularly unbutton my pants when it isn't noticeable. So in another three weeks who knows. I need a very loose fitting long evening gown. If you know where these may exist (I already tried Dillards and Macy's at Perimeter) please holla back (or comment if you aren't trying to be hip like me).
I PROMISE the next post will be much sooner than two weeks from now.
Anyway, here is an update on what has been going on with us!
GA/FL weekend proved to be yet another good time minus the whole reason we go...the game. I even got sick (like runny nose, cough, can't sleep but can't take Nyquil kind of sick) on the way to St. Simmons. The beach and the good times made me better, the game made me depressed. We (Asa, Kim, Seth, and myself) had front row seats to the overwhelmingly frustrating loss. Overall, I am so glad we went...prego and all.
We came back to another eye surgery for the newest member of our family....Woody. The poor dog has eyelashes that grow into his eyes instead of out. So they lasered them off for a second time and he has that crusty, gooey, raccoon eye kind of look. He would literally be awful looking if his random breed and random physical affliction didn't make him so darn cute.
As for an update on the future Burrow, it is still nameless but it has fingerprints! I learned last week how fingerprints are made....the baby swims around in the amniotic fluid and ridges are created on the fingertips. VERY cool! So the baby can be booked but they won't know what to call it :-) I did find neutral bedding though....one step down, lots more to go.
My next plea for help is a somewhat ridiculous concern....we are going to West Palm to visit my dad for Thanksgiving and we are going to a very cool yet very formal charity ball. I am not technically "showing" yet, but I am having to regularly unbutton my pants when it isn't noticeable. So in another three weeks who knows. I need a very loose fitting long evening gown. If you know where these may exist (I already tried Dillards and Macy's at Perimeter) please holla back (or comment if you aren't trying to be hip like me).
I PROMISE the next post will be much sooner than two weeks from now.
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