I don’t think I’m ok
Posted on: April 9, 2014
that’s all. thanks for stopping by.
Vagina’s are not for peeing
Posted on: April 9, 2014
Dear Women of America,
We do not urinate out of our vaginas. Vaginas are for making babies, not waste. Urine comes from our urethra and is in a close, but separate location from the vagina. There are three holes down there. One for urine, one for babies and one for feces. And the whole area is known as the vulva.
I applaud you for wanting to give children the correct terminology for their private bits, but that is impossible to do when you, yourself are using them incorrectly. I implore you, stop telling children they are peeing from their vaginas.
Yours truly,
Nikki
Do it!
Posted on: April 2, 2013
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Not my best work
Posted on: March 29, 2013
This has been a very trying week. It is exhausting holding yourself together. Seth’s funeral was a lovely tribute to a sweet little boy. He touched many people in his short life. He will be missed. I’ve been holding my Ruby a lot this week. She is so precious and I’d like not to think about life without her.
Miss Ruby caught a tummy bug at daycare on Wednesday and vomited all over me approximately four times. She stayed with my sister Thursday and slept all day, the poor dear. Last night she had some diarrhea and got it on me too. I’m hoping for a bodily fluid-free day today. Wish me luck.
mxhjjjjjjuty (Ruby just stopped by to say hi)
The weather on Saturday looks awesome (well, awesome for springtime in Ohio…), so we are planning to go to the zoo in the morning. There is some kind of Easter do happening.
This is not my best work…sorry, friends.
Debbie Downer–too too sad
Posted on: March 22, 2013
God brought home another angel Wednesday. My sister’s best friend lost her five year old son. I got the news yesterday morning from Joe, who read a text from my sister. I couldn’t (and still can’t) believe it. I only met the boy a few times, but I’ve known his mom for years. He was playing in his room and when she went to check on him, he had somehow managed to get himself strung up and strangled with a shoelace. She blames herself and can’t imagine ever getting that image out of her head. I don’t think I could either. It is very hard on my sister and her kids too. He was like a brother to them. He called my sister “Aunt Wendy”. The whole thing is just so so very sad. And to make it worse, they don’t have life insurance and now are in a panic as to how they are going to afford the funeral. A funeral that no one should have to plan.
I couldn’t sleep last night. And probably won’t for awhile. I mostly want to hold Ruby and not let her go. It is really making me realize that life is too too short. And anything can happen at any time.
I don’t even know what to say. It is just too sad.
Love makes a house a home
Posted on: March 19, 2013
Well, we bought a house.
It’s a gorgeous old house; built in 1900. I love it, but we’ve been so busy. What with moving and unpacking and painting…I’ve hardly had a minute to breathe. We still have to finish painting the kitchen (a lovely pale lemon) and we haven’t even started on our bedroom yet. We are leaving Ruby’s room white until she is old enough to decide what she wants. Then, she can do whatever wackadoo thing strikes her fancy. The housewarming lunch for my family is this Sunday. I’m making chili and likely no one, aside from my Dad and brother, will attend. But, it will be a nice Sunday all the same.
Holy bananas I’m sleepy.
Ruby is still the best and most wonderful baby (I should probably stop calling her that…she’s 2…) in the entire world. She is getting to be a silly pants, which delights me beyond words. She is so funny! I honestly thought people were nuts that would be excited to spend the day staring at their babies, but I get it now. It is fascinating to watch her learn and play and grow. Ok, I’m going to say it…I love being a mom. Not that it has taken me this long to admit that, It’s just that I used to be a smug childless wife that didn’t want kids. ever. And now that Ruby is here, I can’t imagine what life would be like without her. What in the world did we do all day?! I still don’t think that children are the right choice for everyone and people should butt out of trying to make other people’s choices for them. But I know with 110% certainty that my life is much much better with Ruby as a part of it.
I mean…how can you not love this face?!
Also, I am rereading The Hunger Games trilogy and I still love them…I think if I wasn’t married to Joe or Paul Rudd, I’d be married to Peeta.
Don’t People Want Money Anymore?
Posted on: December 7, 2012
I was reprimanded Tuesday for paying Ruby’s day care too often. I have been paying them every two weeks on Tuesday when I get paid. Apparently that is too often and I should cool it. (Even though they cashed the check the same day…) I have never heard of such a thing. I was just trying not to fall behind.
This comes on the heels of Joe’s birthday party where the guy who runs the bowling alley wouldn’t reserve lanes for our party. He was really grumpy on the phone and said that he wouldn’t hold lanes because “No one ever shows up and it screws everything up”. When we got there we asked for two lanes for the 15 or so people that were coming and he said that everyone had better hurry and get there because if other people came first he’d give our lanes away to them. (Mind you the place was only about half full…) Joe and I went to the lanes and the first wave of people showed up and we started bowling on one of the lanes. The second wave of people had just arrived and were getting around to getting their shoes when the big jerk came over to us and grumped “Are you gonna use that lane?” and pointed at the empty one. (Keep in mind that the place is still only half full…)We said, “yes, they are getting ready now” and he grumped away.
As we were leaving my friend, April heard him tell someone on the phone that he only had three lanes available. (No one else had come in…still only half full, so he had about 12 lanes available…) That was around 8 and the place is open until 11:30p. He must really not like having business. We will not be going there again.
Holy Mom Fail
Posted on: November 12, 2012
My first major Mom Fail happened last night. Joe and I were in the kitchen plating our dinner and Ruby was aroud the corner. I saw that she was playing with my purse when I went into the kitchen to help Joe. She was quiet and I went to check on her, only a few minutes had gone by, but I wanted to see what she was up to. I found her holding an empty bottle of Ibuprofin in front of our cat’s water dish. She had somehow managed to open the child proof cap on the bottle and jumped the contents into the dish and the water had turned orange from the coating of the pills. I immediately took her away from the scene and checked her mouth for pills, I didn’t see any. We put her down for dinner and gave her some water to drink and I called the poison center. Julie, the woman I spoke to was very calming and reassuring. She let me know that for Ruby’s age and weight, she would have to have swallowed 11 pills for it to be toxic. Good information to know. Julie said that she would be more concerned for our cat than Ruby. (I flushed the pill water down the toilet and we gave his bowl a good scrubbing, so he will be fine too…) I don’t think she ate any of the pills, but I still can’t believe that it happened. It was very scary, and it will never happen again if I can help it.
I guess a title would be helpful
Posted on: October 26, 2012
I just went to the Newport Music Hall so I could buy a ticket to see Grouplove on the 6th (which I’m super pumped about). As I was walking a street person (I say street person, because I don’t know if he’s homeless or trying to sell something or what, his clothes and shoes were very clean) tried to get my attention. I ignored him because I was on my lunch break and in a hurry and he says “no one wants your fat ass anyway.” I mean, I know I’m a chubster, it isn’t a secret, but why did that jerk have to go there. He could have called me any number of things for ignoring him. Why did he have to pull the fat card?
I’m so irritated at the Reds that I’m not even going to talk about them.
I still haven’t found a place to have Ruby’s birthday party. I’ve called a couple of places, and they are already booked. I don’t know what to do. Still taking suggestions.
I’m so very happy that it is Friday. I’m really looking forward to tomorrow’s festivities. We are taking Ruby to Meijer for their Halloween party. I finished her costume the other day. She is going to be BatGirl. I made her a lovely black and silver tutu and Joe cut out a Batman logo to put on a black t-shirt and we got her some black leggings and some cute boots. She is going to be the cutest. Joe and I (Joe mostly…) made black and white striped shirts to wear, so we can be the criminals that Batgirl is hauling in. We are also going to a town Halloween party and Boo at the Zoo. It should be a fun weekend.
There is a “cash mob” in town tonight that I think I’d like to attend. They are meeting at an office downtown and everyone that goes is pledging to spend at least $10 at a local shop. We aren’t doing anything else and there is a new kids consignment shop that I’ve been itching to go into, so I’ll see what I can do about talking Joe into it.
I’m thirsty.
Have a good weekend 🙂
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