Whizzing

What is it about weekends lately? The ones that are completely busy seems o so satisfying and long, but the ones where you really don’t do anything out of the ordinary fly by sooo fast that you wonder what the hell you actually did with all your free time.

What is it that I did all weekend? Watched golf. Of course all my dedication didn’t pay off. My Tiger didn’t win, but damnation, did you see him in his Sunday Red yesterday? He has got some nice guns, is all I am saying. Yowza!

Besides spending some quality time in front of the tube, I spent most of my weekend with Rt. Part of hubs Father’s Day weekend was golfing an hour away with some of my mommy friend’s hubbies. So, my Saturday, was just like my Tuesday, or my Thursday.
Come Sunday, hubs and I spent most of the day cleaning this pigsty we call our home. I swear, our pad can be spotless one moment, then destroyed by the car fetish wonder boy the next. I guess most of our cleaning was tidying up, but still, that can take time. (And this differs from any other day of my life? And joy, we get to do it on a Sunday! Lucky me.)

A major bonus over the weekend was I made a new dessert! Molten Chocolate Cakes With Sugar-Coated Raspberries. (You know, the chocolate cake that oooozes chocolate when you cut your first bite? This is it, just in cupcake form.) Hubs parents and brother’s family came over for a Father’s Day dinner. We were in charge of the meat while the rest of the group brought the side dishes. (Total score.) The dinner was a hit and the dessert was a smash. Well worth the effort, but boy, was I pooped after everyone left and the kiddo went to bed.

And now here we are on another Monday morning. No holidays, no nothing to distract us from a 5 day work week. Rats. Guess I should make my grocery store rounds and balance the checkbook. Ah, the perks of running the household.

Oh, and the toaster decided not to work this morning. WTF? Guess I can actually use my 20% off coupon at BB & B. Saweet.

e

bring it on oakmont

Just got back from my whirlwind 24 hour concert extravaganza. It was a glorious time filled with $10 beers, sexy ass white tank tops that only Sting could pull off, and several gusts of pot-filled breezes that kept the night nice and cool. Hubs and I were definitely the youngest people in the entire stadium. What a trip.

I must go for now, though. Rt is down for a must needed nap. I bet he had oodles of fun with Gran Gran filled with little rest. I knew he was too exhausted for words when he had a major teary freak out when I turned off the car when we got home and his song stopped playing in the cd player. Good grief child! It’s going to be o.k.!!

I don’t know who it is I’ve become. I actually dvr’d the U.S Open from this morning and am thrilled to pieces to be watching the entire 1st day of play ALL AFTERNOON. I am a total geek.

Toodles.

e

The Fuzz

And now as a follow up to my latest post, I will share with you all of Rt’s birth photos and go into detail of my labor. Naaaaah, just kidding. I’m sure I will provide many photos, stories and play-by-plays of my next pregnancy and birth, so until then, I have…………………… nothing.

What is it about coming home from a vaca? Everything settles, falls back into place nice and neat without any sort of rumble. Do I have anything exciting, educational or memorable to write about? Nope. Nada. Dream on.

The only thing I can think of is, hubs and I are going to a concert.

On a school night.
With other adults.
That are cool.

I am still amazed I am actually doing something “WOO HOO”. At NIGHT, for that matter. I, honestly, haven’t been to a concert since Rt was born. I lived in LA for 2 1/2 years and the only concert I went to was The Pixies at the Greek Theatre. It was totally hubs idea. He got the tickets for MY birthday and likes them more than I do. Nice work babe. My major run with the Pixies was during the Pump Up the Volume era, but anything after that, I didn’t keep up with. At the concert, I was in my first trimester with Rt, so I couldn’t even drink. Sitting there with all the other MAJOR YOUNG ASS peeps, sober as all get out, was truly not that enjoyable, especially when I could have barfed or fallen asleep on any one of them. I was a party waiting to happen, let me tell ya.

Point is, it’s been a long time, my friend. I am assuming the crowd will be more my age, or older, since we are going to see THE POLICE. I am not a major ass fan, but, hey, any excuse to get out of the house, have someone watch the wee one OVERNIGHT, works for me. Sting is hot anyway, so that seals the deal. period.

Here’s to being footloose and fancy free, even if it is for only one night.

e

Still got it.

So, the last time I posted about this, I signed off from the local airport, day one of our 5th anniversary getaway. The flight to San Diego was relatively uneventful which makes it such a FABULOUS experience. Those of you who have small kiddies know that flying can be one of the most stressful parts of being a parent. Being stuck in a small moving space on total display in front of an audience that would rather be at the dentist than sitting by you and your potential nightmare of a kid. Well, hubs and I were no threat to anyone and it was a joy to blend into the masses. I actually listened to my IPOD and read my digital camera manual. I am now a professional photographer. Cough, Bullsshhhit. But, well on my way? Just a tad, maybe?

Anywho, the first day of our trip included checking in to the Estancia hotel and taking a dip in the heated salt water pool (oh my) followed by the hot tub (oh my my). We were going to go to the wine bar at the hotel before our dinner reservations for a introductory cocktail, but I was too gabby (who me?) with the other guests at the pool, so we had to skip the drink. It was really a shame, since hubs had to give me my anniversary gift, (the ring), in the bathroom as we were walking out the door for dinner. Greaaaaaaaat, I goofed up hubs efforts on the romance. Dinner at Roy’s was just perfect, so the evening was a huge a success none-the-less. Hubs asked me across the table if I was buzzed and I said “yes” with a big grin on my face. Dude, I had one beer and one glass of wine. Total lightweight. Here is another photo documenting my state-of-mind:

strike a pose.

wishful photo shoot?

On to Saturday. Saturday consisted of hubs and I dropping in on my GIRLS from back home, whoorl and caroline. It was so great to see the little whoorlito and whoorl’s main squeeze, but we three girls really know how to catch up and pick up where we last left off in a short amount of time. You should have heard our topics of convo. (loved every minute of it.) Luckily, hubs is really good at ignoring thing he shouldn’t concern himself with. I believe whoorl is providing most of the footage from our shindig, but I’ll add a couple to the mix:

3 Chicks, unite!

Made in Oklahoma. Awee Yeah.

(Back in San Diego) The rest of the day and night was filled with another dip in the pool and a short drive down into La Jolla Shores for a casual night’s snack. It was probably one of my favorite parts of the trip. Something about the weather, the mood, and of course, the hot piece sitting across the table. To top the NY style pizza and caesar, we split the pear/strawberry crisp. (Dude, give me anything with crust, and
I am so set.)

Sunday started off with breakfast down in La Jolla at The Cottage. I had “the world’s best” granola, which I personally do not recommend, (it had roasted pecans that I just couldn’t get passed) but it wasn’t that awful either. I just should have ordered my staple, eggs and bacon, and called it a day. I even got a piece of coffee cake to offset the wholesomeness of the granola. It was the size of my entire hand spread way out. We lugged it back with us and ate the rest of it over the course of a few days. That afternoon, we met one of hubs co-workers at the Coronado Bay docks and spent the afternoon sailing the bay with gorgeous views of downtown San Diego. Can we say relaxed?:

Chillin.

Sailing in Bay. Something is up with my hat, but whatever….

Later on in the day was spent at the hotel, I believe, in the pool again and at the local outdoor cafe on the property. What was going to be ONE cocktail and chips/salsa turned into a couple more drinks, shrimp quesadillas and halibut tacos followed by a group Salsa lesson. Who would’ve thunk it or planned something like that? Way cool. Since we didn’t know what we were in for that night, the camera was not present……

Monday was our last day in paradise. We took a lovely morning walk on the beach and then headed back to Coronado where hubs left his sweatshirt on the sailboat the day before. We decided to tool around the area and made our way through the Hotel Del and ate lunch at a local 50’s diner. It wasn’t that sunny, but that was no bother. We get sun everyday back home, (so done with the sun), so fog and clouds are joyous.

wayyyy close up on beach near Scripps

Hotel Del Coronado

And that pretty much wraps up the much needed little getaway with the hubs. It truly is amazing how once the little one is out of view for just a few days, the moments and the magic with hubs is so on, (thank God, I was beginning to worry. Well, not worry so much as missed those moments. I guess kids can really kill the mood, huh?)

Thank you hubs for making this all happen. When’s the next vaca?

e

eighteen hundred twenty nine

I am technically still on vacation since Rt is with his grandparents. I have one more hour until I jump in the car and meet Gran Gran halfway btwn here and there for the toddler dropoff/pickup. Of course, I am sooo excited to see the little one, but there is a part of me trying to squeeze every last drop of free time out while I still have it. I am still in bed at 9:09am and watching Regis and Kelly. This is the life. My stomach is starting to rumble though. #$%@%^@$%

The number in the title of this post is how many days hubs and I have been married as of today. I know, I know, the things you figure out when you have nothing else to do or be responsible for. Cool, huh? I do have a post in the works of our entire anniversary getaway, but I need more time than I have this morning. So, until then, I’ll leave you with a photo we took of ourselves in our hotel room after our big celebratory dinner at Roy’s. We forgot the camera at the restaurant, so we set the timer and used the ironing board as our tripod for the hilarious photo shoot. Ah, the things that tickle our fancy after a bottle of wine. Vacation, I miss you already.

e

leavin on a jet plane

Today is our 5th wedding anniversary.

We are currently sitting in the airport awaiting our flight to San Diego. I am eating a toasted plain bagel with cream cheese, a banana and drinking the best chocolate milk ever made. How cool is it that I am typing away on my new laptop in the middle of the food court. Rock it.

Yesterday, father-in-law picked up Rt for a weekend filled with swimming, cookie making/eating and tons of attention. I am sure he will miss us terribly.

I would love to chat more, but hubs just complained that I am not entertaining enough while he sits here eating his muffin from Starbucks and sips his grande house blend. As he just said, “none of that fru fru crap coffee.”

So, I am signing off and heading to SoCal. It should be a fun-filled weekend of nice dining, sailing, shopping, movie watching, and dropping in to see my best friends from back home, whoorl and miss cocodrie.

awe yeah.

e

p.s. The chocolate milk I just drank has 400 calories and 60 grams of sugar. Oh my. At least I got my 22 grams of protein and 80 % of my calcium for the day. I think I am going to need it with all this free time on my hands.

Rt style

abc’s rt style from little miss mel on Vimeo
Best invention ever.
Ability to turn video screen around to subject while filming. Brings out the best in the talent…..

e

Nappy Schmappy

Rt has been in his crib for 2 hours now and on his fifth rendition of twinkle, twinkle. I mean I am thrilled beyond belief he is having a good ‘ol time, but come on, NAP ALREADY. And, no, he isn’t dropping his nap, but I do feel I need to look at the sugar content in the fruit spread he ate on his P B ‘n J for lunch. Nah, I don’t think there is a connection, but what gives people????

To update you from last week, Rt did go to sleep once the yappers quit yapping. I woke him up at 5pm after 1 hour 45 minutes of nap and he did go down somewhat normally that evening. Currently, I think the transition back to regular scheduled programming from the 3 day weekend is part of it. Maybe playing in the daycare at the gym for an hour, and a trip to the park this morning got him too razzed up. I think I’ll go with freak occurrence and continue watching a new episode of SuperNanny. All I can say is, I’ve got it reaaal good compared to these people.

This post had a short delay due to continued nap negotiations. It is currently 3:30p.m. and I think he just fell asleep. That means he has already been in his crib for 2 1/2 hours and just now drifting off to slumber. Now what? I just told my gal pal I was getting him up or out rather, and coming over to play. Phoowie. I guess I can complete this wonderful substance post and move on to something more enlightening, insurance inquiries! I do have the dream life!

e

p.s. I do think the dogs are here to stay, but I did not hear them all weekend, so keep your fingers crossed for short term visitors.

Stick a fork in me

I am currently stuck in between a child that won’t nap and a freakin yelping little pixie of a dog. Calgon, if you are out there, take me away!!!! Hurry!

No nappin kid and yelping idiot dog go hand in hand. How can one fall off into luscious slumber when lame ass little turd is laughing like a hyena. This all makes for a momma who only wants to sit and chill for a brief moment of time ALONE, but nooooooooooo, the new neighbors who moved in behind us (renters) had to have little powder puff thingys called dogs. Here is the oddity of it all. They moved in at the beginning of May, but only in the last couple of days have I heard the yelping. Can they please, please, please be dog sitting for the long Memorial Weekend Started Early? Can that be the case??? Waaaaaah. I have been Waahing alot lately, but COME ON.

The last go around with the kid was moments ago. He plays for a long period of time, then begins this whine/cry thing, which basically means he will do nothing else but, unless someone comes in and lays/lies (whatever) him back down. Usually, it takes one entrance to do the trick. Today, I am up to three. First one included a poop diaper. #@%#%#^ That probably IS the first culprit. Second entrance was to reset him and put all of his things back in the crib.(Don’t you just love being manipulated?) Third visit was much of the same, but with a little attitude from me. Isn’t that so nice of me? Basically, I scared him into getting serious about taking a nap. Sigh. Is it the long weekend yet?

Hubs was gone all last weekend as you recall, so I haven’t had a morning off, let alone a moment without this little one. Until I can regroup and hug him a little bit tighter this afternoon showing him mommy doesn’t mean to fly off the handle and truly loves him no matter what, I’ll have to stare at these sweet photos I took of him this morning. He loves to appease his mommy when it comes to photo sessions. “No, honey, put the hat back on”…………….

um, ok I had more than one photo to share, but tell me this, why are all my photos from iphoto coming out sideways??? Until I can correct the issue, I’ll leave the one above…..This calls for a second diet coke. Grrr….

e

na na na na hey ey ey goodbye

PC.

So, I did it. I bought my very own computer. It’s a MAC Notebook. It’s pretty. It’s white. And it’s MINE!

While it is just lovely to have a computer of my OWN for the first time in my life, I am having trouble navigating this lovely piece of machinery. How in the world have I lived as long as I have, majored in Electronic Media, AND worked for Yahoo! and not owned my very own computer?? I’ll tell you why. It’s because I had access to everyone else’s.

Now, if you attended college back when I did in the early to mid-90’s, having your own PC, let alone laptop was not required or even heard of. I think there were some computers up in the study lounge at the Theta house my senior year, but as I said, I was an Electronic Media major (Radio, TV, Film Production), so no paper writing for me. All projects, all day baby.

Working for Yahoo! came with access to a work computer. Laptop even! You mean I can take this home? You think our department is actual a Sales Group? (answering people’s bitches and moans regarding our E-Commerce solution didn’t come with a bonus people) And we can leave the building with this thingy? Cool beans.

I should have purchased a computer after college graduation. That would have taken quite a bit of fundage, which I had a limited supply of, so the big ticket items would have had to wait for a loooong time. Being a “floater” or lowest man on the totem pole in the advertising group of the city newspaper didn’t supply much more than paying the rent. Once I moved out to CA and moved in with the future hubs, I just used his computer and then got the job at Yahoo! 7 days later……

Once the Yahoo! gig came and went (damn layoffs), I continued to use hubs computer when he wasn’t working. Nothing better than sharing a computer. NOT!!! How can you do any web surfing, I mean job searching on limited time! Ughhh! Total lamo. Luckily, one day hubs got a computer upgrade through his work and let me use his older model. Awweeeeeeeee YEAAAAAAAAAH! (Imagine me churning butter.)

So, that is how me and Mac met. I believe you all now have a good idea of this momentous occasion of mine. Welcome o Mac o mine, o welcome to my humble abode.

#%$(%&$(^&!!!

Soooooooo, I am trying to spell check this fabulous piece of literature and the spell check button isn’t doing anything? Why o why Mr. Mac are you making this switchover so painstaking? I need your ease, not your mutiny!!

I don’t think reading the owner’s manual is going to solve this one glitch. Guess I should read it none-the-less. Crap.

e

p.s. Solution to problem. Restarted PC and used Spell Check feature. Woah Nelly. Did I have me some typos. Poor BeachMama, she got to me before I made it to PC.