Wednesday, February 29, 2012


Here are some pictures of things going on in our world.  Ah, this kid.  I love her so.  Mr. O isn't half bad either. :)

sippy cup drinking

lots and lots of wanting to pull up and standing

chillin' in the morning

sweet texts from Mr. O

delicious food

a little crafting for the collage in the front room

Valentine's Day eating beets

moving and shaking things up

loving some bathtime (and trying to pull up in the bath tub)

Nola Vicious

Imma let you finish

I was nominated for an "Irresistibly Sweet Blog Award" from the always awesome Ashley.  Check out her blog and then thank me for turning you on to her laugh-out-loud humor.  Hmm, probably shouldn't talk about turning people on when nominated for an award with sweet in the title.

Anyways, my end of the deal is that I have to list 7 things about myself that you don't already know and nominate my own deserving and sweet friend's blogs.  I wish everything was that easy in my life.  Without further ado, here are the facts:
  1. I hate raisins with a passion.  They are gross and make me cringe just thinking about them. My disdain is that intense.
  2. I love to look at what people have in their grocery carts.  It's fascinating to me what people buy.  You can tell a lot about a person from what is in their cart.  It's like a little window into their lives.
  3. Don't get me wrong, before Aaron, I had branched out a lot.  In fact, I think I've mentioned here before that I am way different from my southern style food upbringing and from my family in general.  However, my lovely husband introduced me to good beer, eel sushi rolls, brussel sprouts, red wine, oranges (how to peel them) and many more things.  Who knows?  If I hadn't met Aaron, maybe I'd still be the girl who drinks Bud Ice (yes, I'm serious) with a limited pallet.
  4. If I could do anything in the world without the money being a factor, but still with having a job.  I would open a cafe/coffee house/gift shop.  It would be awesome, just so you know. 
  5. I'm much more flattered when girls hit on me than guys. Let's be honest, we are way pickier.  Aaron and I went out for dinner for my 24th birthday and I was hit on by our quite pretty waitress.  Half way through the dinner, Aaron said something along the lines of, "I think our waitress is into you."  Yeah, you think?  I had known from the moment she started talking to me.  Aaron might as well not have been there.  It was hilarious.  He was getting so mad and, I think, jealous.  :)
  6. I'm a nerd in the fact, that if I find something or hear something that I don't already know, then I will always look it up.  It bugs me when I don't know something.  There is always room for learning in my world.  Pocket protector wearers unite!
  7. I can draw blood and start IVs without a problem, but come at me with a needle, and I can't watch it break the skin.  I just rather not see it.  Other people, stick away.
It was hard coming up with 7 things that I haven't told on this blog.  You guys, pretty much know everything about me.  Now to keep up with my end of the bargain, here are my nominees.  You should go and check them out because they are all great reads.
  1. Esther at Everyday Eddy's.  Esther's blog is full of updates on her family.  Her blog is definitely sweet and deserving of an award.
  2. Misty at Misty's Rants and Raves.  It's kind of cruel to even put this here.  Why, you ask?  Well, because her blog is set to private.  Is her blog sweet?  Well, if sweet means, awesome, then yes it is!  I laugh out loud at just about all her posts.  She says exactly what is on her mind and that is one of the reasons I love it and you would too.
  3. Julie at Mommy and Miles.  Now, Julie, I know you just got nominated from Ashley too, so you don't have to do all the other things, but she's insanely funny and I love blogs written by new moms because I'm a new mom too.  We can figure it out together.
I would nominate more, but most of the others that I read are people who I don't even know, but enjoy reading.  Thanks again, Ashley, for the nomination! 

    Saturday, February 4, 2012

    Oh happy day!

    Happy things this week, include:

    .  Aaron is at home for my four days off this week.  Best weekend ever!  .
     .  Thursday was one of the best days I've had at work in a long time  . 
    .  Nola is trying to crawl.   This kid hates tummy time so much that she gets into the crawl position from a sitting position.  It is the weirdest and cutest thing  . 
    .  Aaron's aunt and uncle visited last weekend from Florida  .
    .  dinner out with the O fam at Cariabba's  .
    .  spending my days off hanging at the house with my girl  .
    .  seeing my sis for a minute last Sunday  .
    .  eating my lunch in my car this week at work because the weather was amazing  .
    .  browsing through the Cook's Illustrated Cookbook  .
    .  Nola eating like a champ  .
    .  making lunch plans with Esther  .
    .  pinning on pinterest  .
    .  veggie pizzas  .
    .  discovering the lullaby station on Pandora  .
    .  Nola dancing and swaying to music last night  .
    .  not to mention, seeing a picture of herself and saying, "baby!"  .
    .  yakisoba made at home with love and plenty of chili paste  .
    .  reading Hungry Monkey (more on this later)  .
    .  Nola clapping while watching a cooking little chef in the making  .
    .  Patrick Park  .
    .  plaid and stripes worn together  .
    .  Contagion reminding me that you can never wash your hands too frequently  .
    .  busting out flats again because of the gorgeous weather  .
    .  latte stops on the way to work  .
    .  laughing while being chased by someone holding pee at work.  Ah, lovely coworkers  .
    .  another patient thinking I was younger than 25  .
    .  peach organic applesauce  .
    .  almost finishing the missing puzzle pieces to the mural in our front room  .
    . sitting under the glow of the Christmas tree...yes, I'm serious. It's still up  .
    .  And, on that note, procrastinating, so I enjoy pretty things longer :)  .

    Wednesday, February 1, 2012

    Gender issues

    Why can't women just get along?  Why are we the determent to our own gender?  It's so frustrating to have cattiness and gossiping at every job that I go too.  It's something that I will never get about my gender. 

    When I was 18 years old and fresh out of high school, I began working at my mom's work with my best friend.  From the moment, or at least it seemed that way, we started working, we were targeted by all the women that worked there.  If we weren't getting written up for something we wore, then someone was saying we were slacking at our job.  My best friend (shout out to B!) was even accused of sleeping at her desk.  I mean, please.  Oh yeah, I was actually told that I wouldn't "always be this skinny" too.  Well, guess who got let go, when they downsized that department?  You got it, the two of us.

    Flash forward to the oh-so-lucrative marketing job I had in my early twenties (Side note, I met Misty there!).  There were two marketing girls in the back, me and my friend, Kelly.  Well, it was us versus the front office girls on everything.  Did I mention that one of them was sleeping with my boss?  We again were accused of goofing off and of flirting with everyone.  We even got a lecture from the holier-than-thou front office girl telling us about how unlady like our actions were.  Excuse me, but have you seen my husband (then fiance)?  I had no reason to cheat or to encroach on their men.  The funny thing is that I could have sued that company for all the sexual harassment comments that I endured every day, especially from my married-and-cheating douchebag of a boss.  Sigh.  I ended up hating going to work every day and left that place.  Seriously, can't we all just get along?!

    I even had a conversation, one-sided of course, with Nola the other day.  I was telling her how if she stayed this cute her whole life, she would have a really hard time with other girls.  I hate that for her.  As Ani Difranco's song states, "God forbid you be an ugly girl, 'course too pretty is also your doom, 'cause everyone harbors a secret hatred for the prettiest girl in the room."  Sadly, from my experiences with other girls, it's the truth.  Heck, look at me, I'm by far not even the prettiest girl, nor do I have the best things, and yet, I find this everyone place that I go. 

    There are so many other times that this post could go on for days, but I'll spare you all.  I mean, my experiences in high school with girls, could have been this entire post.  I started thinking about this topic last night at work when I walked by two of my coworkers who were talking about me. Granted, I'm pretty sure they didn't think I could hear them. Not that makes it any better, but it clearly displays the problem I'm talking about it. It was over something small too, but this comes on the heels of my being lectured around a month ago from my assistant director, who technically is my boss, because someone told her I was breastfeeding for 30-45 minutes at a time, which is beyond ridiculous. That, my friends, is one of the reasons that I stopped pumping at work.  I didn't need to add fuel to that fire. 

    Last night, I came home angry and with my feelings hurt.  It hurts every time this happens.  I'll never get used to it and I will never understand these things.  But, here is what I do know and fully understand.  I do my job and I do it well.  I'm nice to almost everyone and, if I problem with you, which I rarely have a problem with anyone, I just steer clear and act cordial.  You won't find me being overly nice to you.  I don't fake anything.  What I put out is me to a T.  I don't play games and I won't stab you in the back.  I don't want or need that kind of energy following me around.  I'm just as envious of a pretty girl or someone with a nice house, car, etc. as the next person, but I'm not going to belittle them or try to take them down for it.  Good for them.  I have more than enough things to be happy about than to try to destroy someone else's happiness.  Most importantly, I'm a grown ass woman. I acted five years old, when I was five years old.  I know right from wrong and act accordingly.  My mother raised me to be the best person possible, and I try hard every day to make her proud.

    If you think this is a woe-is-me post, you've got it all wrong.  I hope it's more thought provoking than anything else.  After all, how can we ever be treated as an equal, when we knock ourselves down without anyone else having to try to?  For every step females move forward, we take two or three back with the actions above.  We owe the women in our past, who not only suffered, but fought hard for the things that we take advantage of, to get our shit together.  Girl power did exist at one time.  I'd like to bring it back.  Not only, for myself, but for the little girl that is sleeping soundly in her crib upstairs, who only knows love and happiness at this time.  She deserves it.  I think we owe it to each other to change things for our daughters.  And, we owe it to each other to change it for ourselves.