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.

Viri...

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.

***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.

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.

Pet chinchillas and imaginary friends.

People often ask how Nick and I met. See, Nick and I disagree on how we met. His friend Ali and I were honors art students for our county in high school. I specifically remember meeting Nick at one of our galleries fall of my senior year.. mostly because my boyfriend at the time was reallllly po-ed the Nick was flirting. Eck, my ex bf.

Anyhoo, we bumped into one another at severeal parties, etc. He also worked at my favorite place to eat on my lunch break while working on the weekend. Then, he moved to CA briefly in January. He friend requested me on Myspace, and we sent messages back and forth. I would always et butterflies in my stomach whenI saw he had sent me a message. We talked about our favorite animals, our imaginary friends growing up, even me getting elbowed in the eye by a banana.. long story.

So, he moved back to MD in March, and we started dating shortly after. We went to my senior prom, and I practically spent all summer haning out with him and my BFF Lauren at his apartment. That was the best summer ever.

He claims we met on Myspace. Of course, I hold to the fact that we met at parties, art shows, etc. Is it weird that I get kind of emabarassed that he says we met on Myspace? I suppose I don't want the stigma of a "Myspace ho."

I mean, here we are years later, married with a handsome baby boy.
Regardless, to this day we send silly messages back and forth on Myspace while he works midnight shift... and I still get giddy when I see the New Messages! icon on my screen. I suppose it keeps things fresh, and reminds me of that excitement of new love. I ♥ my husband.

Oh silly yet simple pleasures in life.

O-P-I-N-I-O-N-S

Haven't posted in FOREVER. I suppose the easiest thing would be to talk.. pop culture!

The Miley Cyrus "Scandal"-

OK, so now we know she's just another scandalous Disney Star. Let's hear it for the new Lohan! Who cares. Talentless. Lame. Over it.

Chris Brown/ Rihanna-

At first, I felt bad for her. Now, I don't. I mean, she's an adult, if she wants to stay with a guy who beat her into a pulp, that's her deal. But I have no pity when it happens again. And trust me, it will.

Jon from "Jon and Kate Plus 8"-

So, for those who don't know, Jon has been attending Sorority parties, hanging with mid twenty something chicks, and he's staying with his parents more than his 8 kids and wife. I mean, his wife is mean, even from what is shown on tv. But, you have 8 kids. You'd think he'd know whether or not he could live with her for the rest of his life before popping out a bajillion children. If you have kids, chill with the pseudo mid-life crisis. It's bad enough if they're gonna have to go through a divorce.... they don't need to see their dad skank it up in the tabloids. Bitchy wife or no bitchy wife, don't be a lame dad.

Russell Brand-

Creepy yet strangely appealing comic genius. I watched his Comedy Central special yesterday, I loved it. Check him out, you might be put off by his "look," but you'll fall in love with his indifferent charm. Oh, love the hair too.

And, finally, the lack of Yo Gabba Gabba on Nick Jr.:

Nickelodeon has seen fit to only play YGG two days a week and instead play more Max and Ruby..... my child hates M&R. The show is stupid, cancel it.

No quiero ir a la clase de espanol

Last night Zeke woke up and wanted to climb into bed with me. Now, normally, I put him back in his own big boy bed, but last night I caved.

Never ever again.

He actually hogged the blankets and tried to push me out of bed! He's got strong calves. And he snores. So, I suppose my point is that my toddler turns into a bed hogging old man when he sleeps. It's really weird.

Anyway, I awoke this morning to Zeke saying, "Uh oh Mommy, blanket's wet." Well, THAT was an understatement. My son saw fit to take his diaper off and pee... everwhere. Quite literally, the only dry spot in the bed was a 1/2 foot border around me. I'm not sure how he did it, but I was so impressed I couldn't be mad. So, little man sat on the potty while Mommy stripped the bed and washed the sheets. I jsut hope he doesn't think the bed is the potty now. Oh my.

Frozen Precipitation Make Me Happy

Snow. glorious snow.... 9 inches to be exact.. and counting.

All my classes got cancelled, 2 tests and one paper. Beautiful.

And Zeke loves the snow. LOVES. It's kinda creepy... he'll most likely marry it someday, if possible.

Anyway, so it's basically a sheet of white outside, our road is unplowed adn I'm waiting for my husband to come home. Allow me to explain. My husand bought his SAAB in November of 07.. he ricocheted between curbs and messed the wheels up in a snowstorm of Jan 08.... and drove into a ditch while it was raining in March of 08. (Another story I don't want to talk about, but we just got the car back in December from the March accident)

Anyway, so as you can see, I am QUITE apprehensive about him currently driving home in this.

Crazy driving aside.... I love snow! I'm gonna make me a snowman!