Thursday, July 30, 2009

I love-a da Larlen.

My BFF/ son's godmother/ cousin's future wife/ Lauren is gone. In FL, for a month.

Hmm. Selfish, I know, but I have no one to shop, drink smoothies and cream soda, and get giddy about Hanson with.

Our whole schedule is off. Zeke walks around saying, :I love a da Larlen, where'd Larlen go?" I mope, wishing for a girls night of Ben and Jerry's PHISH Food and some kind of Brad Pitt movie.. preferably Fight Club.

And so, we have realized- we including myself, my son, my husband and my cousin (Zeke's godfather)- Lauren balances everything. She chills, she listens, she makes us laugh. She's that one person in the group people take for granted, she's our buffer. Our comfy "hey let's hang out and drink wine coolers!" nerd.

I even found an email exchange between her and my hubby the other day:

Nick : "We miss you. PS- I'm glad you don't hate me anymore. Christina needs someone to remind her how much I love her."

Lauren: "I miss you guys too. And I'm glad you aren't a doucheb@g anymore!"


My only salvation is our planned girls night for the night she gets back in MD... oh, and that Hanson concert we're going to in October :)

Sunday, July 26, 2009


So. This past week Zeke got a broken nose. From my two year old niece. She kicked a cup into his nose. On purpose. And she laughed about it.

And he looks like a little raccoon with his two black eyes and purple bruise across the bridge of his nose.

Oh. man.

Monday, July 20, 2009

It's been eons.

I have not posted in forever. Well, more like four months, but still, that's a long time! So, in four months, what's happened?

I work at Lowes, CSA, and it's nuts. I know nothing about hardware and tools, but luckily I don't have to. I just push papers, handle customer complaints, and smile,... oh, and answer the phone.

Zeke is now 2 years old. And talking, and getting into everything.. it's almost as if on his second birthday he said to himself I'm two now, let's do bad things! Other than the everyday hissy fit, screaming in restaurants and thinking all toys belong to him, he's still a good kid.

I pretty much have a second child, Brooke. My brother-in-law (currently in jail)'s baby momma doesn't care for my neice properly... and doesn't care. So, Nick and I take her as much as possible. She is 2 as well, as of June... however, Ezekiel is like twice her size. And her favorite (and only) phrase is "I wannnnnt that!" Otherwise, she just kinda stares. Hopefuly we can socialize her better. She's come a long way already.

And, as boring as that is, that's about it. I start more classes soon, and I'm super busy like 24/7. BUt I'll blog once more, I promise.

Monday, March 16, 2009

Marriage, oh marriage.

Society often sees "temptation" strictly as a problem for husbands. You know, there's a hot secretary, or some chick jogging that winks at him, etc. I think few people realize what wives often pass up because of their commitment to their spouses. Now, I'm not saying women never cheat, I'm saying this woman doesn't.

I think my husbands hot, that's a given. But I swear, in the past week I have been asked out, hit on and even given a phone number by three different, and three very attractive, guys. One guy is in my sociology class, so he has access to my email, etc... awkward. Two of these incidents happened while I was with my child... desperate much? I mean, I guess some guys see a young mom as the whole package, wife and family in one step, voila.

This is what I'm getting at; many times I find myself wanting to go out to a club, dance with 'x' number of guys... skank it up. But, I'm not the average single 21-year-old. First and foremost, I'm a mom, and regardless of if I were married or not, I owe it to my child to not do that. Second, I'm married, I made a commitment to Nick. Some people say they one day realize I am stuck with [insert name here] forever? Same conversations, same sex, same mundane cycle?

I love our same mundane cycle, and I wouldn't trade it for the world... even if that Justin guy has the most toned arms I have ever seen.

Friday, March 13, 2009


Exactly what is the plural of virus? Viruses, viri?

Anyway, my son has one. Ah, yes, vomit, fever, grumpy, absolutely pitiful ...and milking every moment of it. I find myself wondering, when did he learn this?

In his defense, he is quite ill. He's somehow managed to lose 4 pounds this week, a feat I can't even seem to accomplish in two weeks. So, now I'm trying to find a way to make chicken soup with three times the daily calorie intake, maybe I can beef him up.

Despite being miserable, hot one moment and cold the next, my child is being the sweetest little man. Cuddly, and smiling and whenever someone coughs he asks "ok?" But, by far today's events take the cake.

While at the Dr.'s office, Zeke was in a good mood. Smiling, giggling, all aspects of his flirty 2-year-old charm. The Pa was checking his throat.. and goosh... vomit all over her. I kinda snorted, I couldn't help but laugh. Of course, Zeke's response was, Oh nooooooooooo. Sorsy!!!! Oh nnnnnnooooooooooooooooooo.

It took a while to clean up and calm him down, but I wish I would have had a video camera. Oh, I love my child, vomit and all.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

***lots of links! if you don't know what it is, more than likely I linked it!***

I was reading a blog that I follow.. yeah this one right here, and in the post it mentioned the shootings that happend in Knoxville. The crazy mans letter.

Seriously. What has gotten into people. I understand disagreeing with other people's politics, but blaming, let alone hating, them enough to massacre them? And his argument is that they aren't Christians. Last time I checked:

1. God frowns on killing other people, in fact, it's one of those things called the Ten Commandments.

2. Jesus was a socialist. For real though, he was.

It's all so petty. People make me sad... furthermore, ignorant people piss me off. Ugh.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Naptime.. the bane of my existence

So, I get home from classes and picking Zeke up.. and wham! he's in a horrible horrible mood. Naptime! So, I figure I can get him to take an hour nap from 4-5, in bed by 8:30, no problem.

Ha! What a joke! He went "night night" supposedly. Supposedly meaning he lied still until I stopped checking on him, stood up, got undressed, peed everywhere and then came into the living room grunting, "Oh no, Mommy, wetttttt" (with I slight gritty tone, so wet sounded like wehhhhgggt). Oh my.

Now, I'm washing the sheets. Oh, did I mention he did this to his sheets last night, so both sets of bed clothes are in the washing machine???

My only choice was to make his bed with blankies and hope it was suitable.... it's now 5:00 and I'm hoping he'll sleep atleast 30 minuts. I have a feeling when I poke my head in to check on him in 5 minutes, he'll be hiding under his big boy bed. I have to give him points for originality. Ugh, terrible twos.