Having a baby is sometimes like having a pet snake.
Some people are just too terrified to hold one.
Some people really love them and instantly want it wrapped around their neck.
Some people don't like them but feel a little brave and decide to give a little brush on the skin, or even hold one for a minute.
I used to be scared of them
...because they are so wiggly... now I am in love with one.
Baby, not snake.
I hate snakes.
They are satans best friends.
Evelyn flirts with herself if I set her in front of a mirror.
Her new favorite words are "nayng" and "ning".
yep.
Monday, January 31, 2011
Sunday, January 30, 2011
of the creme
Lets talk about the cream of the crop.
Twenty four years ago my mind was a clean slate with floating images of my family's faces and my moms boobs everywhere. As I grew older my brain wrinkles grew and grew and my mind has constantly been opening to new ideas, opinions, views, lies, Truth, and PRODUCTS.
Well, I'd say about three years ago my mind started hitting some dead ends and little by little it started to close.
I know people are constantly saying to "keep an open mind", but you know, it's easier said than done when you're as opinionated as me.
I've developed a few deep long lasting relationships with certain products and people over the years and I wanted to share my love in this episode of...
SURPRISE!!!!
It's Marissa's Favorite Things
(*Don't think you're going home with anything besides my opinion)
Now this is a work in progress because I don't marry a product unless it's for better or for better.
-First and foremost I'd like to thank Clinique for their wonderful skin care line.
I don't know what I would do with out my mild liquid facial soap, clarifying lotion, and dramatically different moisturizing lotion.
If you ever for a second think that I was born with great skin, think again, and stop by your local Clinique counter.
I have a little panic attack if I run out of any of the three before I can stop by and get more.
Luckily, this is the one costly (Necessary) indulgence that my husband always allows me.
Thank you, Justin.
-Next I'd like to drop it down real low and give a shout out to Cottonelle toilet tissue.
Anything else is pretty much unacceptable in my house.
-Benefit Erase Paste is the absolute best concealer I have found. I have always had the most awful dark circles around my eyes. Someone who isn't used to seeing me with out makeup may very well think that I have shiners.
This is also costly, but it's amazing.
Unfortunately, I can't always stay stocked up on this, but I try to.
Actually, I really love all Benefit products.
-and Bare Minerals, duh.
If you haven't used bare minerals yet, you've been living under a rock.
If you didn't like it or see a dramatic improvement from your old foundation you obviously didn't watch the video that shows you how to put it on correctly.
Do yourself a favor and buy a bareMinerals starter kit and feel be-a-u-tiful.
It lasts forever.
-Diet Mountain Dew
...ugh shut up.
-Silk Almond milk.
Stop drinking milk. I know it's really hard to cut out dairy because cheese and yogurt is delicious, but It really doesn't make any sense to drink another species breast milk.
People say "God put cows on this Earth to make milk."
Well, no. Humans just assumed that since cows nipples are so big that we need to start sucking on them.
I bet elephants have big nipples too. I don't see anyone drinking elephant milk.
Which brings me to my next love...
-The book Skinny Bitch.
It will explain to you all about the nastiness of eating animal products and dairy in a very annoying, yet tolerable and interesting way.
You can find it in the diet and lifestyle section of any book store. I promise that if you've even toyed with the idea of vegetarianism or veganism it will send you over the edge before you're even half way through.
-Goldwell shampoo and conditioner
-Shannon Lamm, Owner of Atomic Salon in Raleigh
The only person I have let touch my hair in my twenties.
(919) 828 0064
-Dr Brannon, OB/GYN, Cary, NC
I had a love hate relationship during my pregnancy, but it's just love now.
-Digiorino Stuffed crust pizza.
...which happened to be our dinner tonight and my midnight snack.
The last slice looked like the holy grail when I walked out into my kitchen a bit ago.
I swear I heard the angels singing...
Okay that's all I can think of for now because my face is getting tired.
More to come on a another day.
Twenty four years ago my mind was a clean slate with floating images of my family's faces and my moms boobs everywhere. As I grew older my brain wrinkles grew and grew and my mind has constantly been opening to new ideas, opinions, views, lies, Truth, and PRODUCTS.
Well, I'd say about three years ago my mind started hitting some dead ends and little by little it started to close.
I know people are constantly saying to "keep an open mind", but you know, it's easier said than done when you're as opinionated as me.
I've developed a few deep long lasting relationships with certain products and people over the years and I wanted to share my love in this episode of...
SURPRISE!!!!
It's Marissa's Favorite Things
(*Don't think you're going home with anything besides my opinion)
Now this is a work in progress because I don't marry a product unless it's for better or for better.
-First and foremost I'd like to thank Clinique for their wonderful skin care line.
I don't know what I would do with out my mild liquid facial soap, clarifying lotion, and dramatically different moisturizing lotion.
If you ever for a second think that I was born with great skin, think again, and stop by your local Clinique counter.
I have a little panic attack if I run out of any of the three before I can stop by and get more.
Luckily, this is the one costly (Necessary) indulgence that my husband always allows me.
Thank you, Justin.
-Next I'd like to drop it down real low and give a shout out to Cottonelle toilet tissue.
Anything else is pretty much unacceptable in my house.
-Benefit Erase Paste is the absolute best concealer I have found. I have always had the most awful dark circles around my eyes. Someone who isn't used to seeing me with out makeup may very well think that I have shiners.
This is also costly, but it's amazing.
Unfortunately, I can't always stay stocked up on this, but I try to.
Actually, I really love all Benefit products.
-and Bare Minerals, duh.
If you haven't used bare minerals yet, you've been living under a rock.
If you didn't like it or see a dramatic improvement from your old foundation you obviously didn't watch the video that shows you how to put it on correctly.
Do yourself a favor and buy a bareMinerals starter kit and feel be-a-u-tiful.
It lasts forever.
-Diet Mountain Dew
...ugh shut up.
-Silk Almond milk.
Stop drinking milk. I know it's really hard to cut out dairy because cheese and yogurt is delicious, but It really doesn't make any sense to drink another species breast milk.
People say "God put cows on this Earth to make milk."
Well, no. Humans just assumed that since cows nipples are so big that we need to start sucking on them.
I bet elephants have big nipples too. I don't see anyone drinking elephant milk.
Which brings me to my next love...
-The book Skinny Bitch.
It will explain to you all about the nastiness of eating animal products and dairy in a very annoying, yet tolerable and interesting way.
You can find it in the diet and lifestyle section of any book store. I promise that if you've even toyed with the idea of vegetarianism or veganism it will send you over the edge before you're even half way through.
-Goldwell shampoo and conditioner
-Shannon Lamm, Owner of Atomic Salon in Raleigh
The only person I have let touch my hair in my twenties.
(919) 828 0064
-Dr Brannon, OB/GYN, Cary, NC
I had a love hate relationship during my pregnancy, but it's just love now.
-Digiorino Stuffed crust pizza.
...which happened to be our dinner tonight and my midnight snack.
The last slice looked like the holy grail when I walked out into my kitchen a bit ago.
Okay that's all I can think of for now because my face is getting tired.
More to come on a another day.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
to do list for end of the world
The world (as we know it) is going to end.
My mom is sure of it.
So we are already planning what we are going to do when it starts to happen.
My mom, Audrey, and I made a shopping list of things we need to survive on my moms property until the world starts again.
Here is our list:
Baking soda
Extra toothpaste for Audrey
tums
grape vines for wine
new shiny knives to perform C-sections for anyone who's pregnant
cotton seeds to grow cotton and make tampons
anti-biotic for rusty knife c-section infection
nail polish
nail polish remover
chap stick
chop sticks
Clinique 3 step skin care system A TON OF IT
a TON of Bare Minerals
sunscreen
cute sunglasses
a pig.
a chickens
a rooster
weed seeds for medicinal purposes, I wont do it though.
candy corn
cat food for Zoey, Audrey's cat, because shes not allowed to eat our fish my mom said.
a nun to keep us holy
matches and lighters
veggie seeds
a straight jacket
a dwarf goat
guns and ammo
toy pony
pink pony hair dye
tobacco plant....or nicorette for the smokers in our family
string.
lye and lard
sugar
rubber gloves for any baby deliveries
bobby pins
deodorant
This is our rough list of duties amongst our family members:
Mom- gardener, seamstress, smart
Audrey- Laundry, child care, nurse(doctor), surgeon
Nun- child care, holiness, cleaner
Marissa- milk maid, discipline, animal TLCer, dwarf goat milker
Jonny-machine fixer, gun cleanerguy, bouncer
John Smith- leader
Justin- "vice leader", cook, smart and sexy
Jessica- creative director
Evelyn- model, cheerleader
Hunter-manual labor king/muscle
Tara- fancy cook, gardener
Calvin- wine picker outer, grape vine tender tooer
Reed- Frisbee catcher, floor cleaner
Zoey- bowl licker/dishes, mouse patrol
Baby Byelick- *talents yet to be determined
Oscar- blanket
Eli- alarm system
Kai- cheerleader
Beans- Relaxer
That's all for now.
My mom is sure of it.
So we are already planning what we are going to do when it starts to happen.
My mom, Audrey, and I made a shopping list of things we need to survive on my moms property until the world starts again.
Here is our list:
Baking soda
Extra toothpaste for Audrey
tums
grape vines for wine
new shiny knives to perform C-sections for anyone who's pregnant
cotton seeds to grow cotton and make tampons
anti-biotic for rusty knife c-section infection
nail polish
nail polish remover
chap stick
chop sticks
Clinique 3 step skin care system A TON OF IT
a TON of Bare Minerals
sunscreen
cute sunglasses
a pig.
a chickens
a rooster
weed seeds for medicinal purposes, I wont do it though.
candy corn
cat food for Zoey, Audrey's cat, because shes not allowed to eat our fish my mom said.
a nun to keep us holy
matches and lighters
veggie seeds
a straight jacket
a dwarf goat
guns and ammo
toy pony
pink pony hair dye
tobacco plant....or nicorette for the smokers in our family
string.
lye and lard
sugar
rubber gloves for any baby deliveries
bobby pins
deodorant
This is our rough list of duties amongst our family members:
Mom- gardener, seamstress, smart
Audrey- Laundry, child care, nurse(doctor), surgeon
Nun- child care, holiness, cleaner
Marissa- milk maid, discipline, animal TLCer, dwarf goat milker
Jonny-machine fixer, gun cleanerguy, bouncer
John Smith- leader
Justin- "vice leader", cook, smart and sexy
Jessica- creative director
Evelyn- model, cheerleader
Hunter-manual labor king/muscle
Tara- fancy cook, gardener
Calvin- wine picker outer, grape vine tender tooer
Reed- Frisbee catcher, floor cleaner
Zoey- bowl licker/dishes, mouse patrol
Baby Byelick- *talents yet to be determined
Oscar- blanket
Eli- alarm system
Kai- cheerleader
Beans- Relaxer
That's all for now.
Friday, January 28, 2011
give in.
My super sweet best friend and sister, Audrey, is spending the night tonight.
We painted mini bird houses. I guess they are hummingbird houses.. or bee houses... or houses for air and dust to live in?
Instead of Justin being happy for us that we were doing a cute little arts and crafts project, he wouldn't stop asking questions like "what are you even going to do with those?"
and then he'd get me in private and say "why are you doing that?"
He just wanted to fight it.
I guess some guys don't understand the simple pleasures of zoning out and doing a little art project.
It is relaxing even though it makes my hands tired.
Evelyn has been going to bed early lately, so I figured it might be nice to do something that I never have the chance to do while she's up.
I can not wait until she is old enough to do art projects with me.
It's going to be awesome.
I am going to fill my house with beautiful 4 year old art in 4 years.
Here are our nice little air and dust houses.
I would totally live in Audrey's (left) if i was a piece of dust.
Another thing that some men don't understand is a good ol' kiss picture.
So classic, so nice, AND we are married, so it's not like we are kissing out of wedlock in a facebook profile picture. NO MA'AM no sir.
It would be one thing if I was your stupid little girlfriend who wanted a million kissing pics, but unfortunately for you, I am your stupid little wife, and you married into a million romantic photo opps.
It's legal. It's love. It's a legalized female indulgence.
I love a good kissy pic.
So if your wife wants you to pose in pictures with her it IS your obligation to do so, Justin.
Also, If my sister comes to spend the night and we want to watch an episode of SATC while we enjoy a glass of wine and paint little houses, you should just let us. It saves me a few bad words and a little class.
Thanks.
Now enjoy your Miller High Life and whatever junk you're watching on TV now.
DON'T FIGHT IT.
INVITE IT.
<3
We painted mini bird houses. I guess they are hummingbird houses.. or bee houses... or houses for air and dust to live in?
Instead of Justin being happy for us that we were doing a cute little arts and crafts project, he wouldn't stop asking questions like "what are you even going to do with those?"
and then he'd get me in private and say "why are you doing that?"
He just wanted to fight it.
I guess some guys don't understand the simple pleasures of zoning out and doing a little art project.
It is relaxing even though it makes my hands tired.
Evelyn has been going to bed early lately, so I figured it might be nice to do something that I never have the chance to do while she's up.
I can not wait until she is old enough to do art projects with me.
It's going to be awesome.
I am going to fill my house with beautiful 4 year old art in 4 years.
Here are our nice little air and dust houses.I would totally live in Audrey's (left) if i was a piece of dust.
Another thing that some men don't understand is a good ol' kiss picture.
So classic, so nice, AND we are married, so it's not like we are kissing out of wedlock in a facebook profile picture. NO MA'AM no sir.
It would be one thing if I was your stupid little girlfriend who wanted a million kissing pics, but unfortunately for you, I am your stupid little wife, and you married into a million romantic photo opps.
It's legal. It's love. It's a legalized female indulgence.
I love a good kissy pic.
So if your wife wants you to pose in pictures with her it IS your obligation to do so, Justin.
Also, If my sister comes to spend the night and we want to watch an episode of SATC while we enjoy a glass of wine and paint little houses, you should just let us. It saves me a few bad words and a little class.
Thanks.
Now enjoy your Miller High Life and whatever junk you're watching on TV now.
INVITE IT.
<3
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
drank drank
You know what I don't like? When people talk about how they are hungover in their facebook status. That is amazingly tacky. Dehydration is so ugly.
I mean, it's one thing if it's New Years day or something. That is an acceptable time to be hungover, (although my blood alc level was 0.0 on NYE), but if it's Wednesday late morning and you post a status about how your head is pounding because of vodka, well... Ew.
I also think it's hilarious when people get a "stomach bug" or "food poisoning" on Saturday or Sunday morning when everyone knows you were out drinking the night before.
I do not miss hangovers. I would not announce a hangover on FB even if I put myself in the position to get a hangover.
Oh!
Shots are for bachelor and bachelorette parties.
Ladies don't do shots otherwise if they are over the age of 21.
In fact, you shouldn't really have a hangover if you're not in your early twenties, period. This isn't the 60's. Nowadays Binge drinking is considered reckless and dangerous.
...And Ta-cky!
Drinking problem!!
If you need shots to make you feel a certain way, maybe you should take a few days off.. To lower your tolerance And
Like .. Go to an AA meeting?
Or whatever, just don't post your hangovers on facebook, or do, and we, the people, will judge you so hard.
That's the social network for you.
And that's my opinion on hangovers!
Thank you.
P.s. Evelyn did great at the doctor.
I mean, it's one thing if it's New Years day or something. That is an acceptable time to be hungover, (although my blood alc level was 0.0 on NYE), but if it's Wednesday late morning and you post a status about how your head is pounding because of vodka, well... Ew.
I also think it's hilarious when people get a "stomach bug" or "food poisoning" on Saturday or Sunday morning when everyone knows you were out drinking the night before.
I do not miss hangovers. I would not announce a hangover on FB even if I put myself in the position to get a hangover.
Oh!
Shots are for bachelor and bachelorette parties.
Ladies don't do shots otherwise if they are over the age of 21.
In fact, you shouldn't really have a hangover if you're not in your early twenties, period. This isn't the 60's. Nowadays Binge drinking is considered reckless and dangerous.
...And Ta-cky!
Drinking problem!!
If you need shots to make you feel a certain way, maybe you should take a few days off.. To lower your tolerance And
Like .. Go to an AA meeting?
Or whatever, just don't post your hangovers on facebook, or do, and we, the people, will judge you so hard.
That's the social network for you.
And that's my opinion on hangovers!
Thank you.
P.s. Evelyn did great at the doctor.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
the briefest brief
Justin decided it was a good idea for me to start a blog. Justin is my husband. I certainly do not do everything Justin tells me to do, but it's no secret that I need a hobby.
We got married 8 months ago. I just had our baby, Evelyn, 3 months ago. If you do the math, you will find that I was very much pregnant when we got married. Nobody held a shotgun to his back though. He likes me pretty well, I think. I really like him too, so much that I decided to gain 45 pounds and then push a 7 and a half pound human out of my lower women area for us.
Marriage and motherhood: These are two things that I really don't know very much about but I wake up and wing it everyday and things seem to be going pretty well. So I decided it would be beneficial to all if I start dropping some knowledge.
My sense of humor is usually dry with a drop of arrogance. Usually only my family thinks it's funny, but it's nice to stay positive and feel like I'm winning.
We got married 8 months ago. I just had our baby, Evelyn, 3 months ago. If you do the math, you will find that I was very much pregnant when we got married. Nobody held a shotgun to his back though. He likes me pretty well, I think. I really like him too, so much that I decided to gain 45 pounds and then push a 7 and a half pound human out of my lower women area for us.
Marriage and motherhood: These are two things that I really don't know very much about but I wake up and wing it everyday and things seem to be going pretty well. So I decided it would be beneficial to all if I start dropping some knowledge.
My sense of humor is usually dry with a drop of arrogance. Usually only my family thinks it's funny, but it's nice to stay positive and feel like I'm winning.
annoying me
It must be.
She is grabbing toys that I am not handing to her, swatting at Reed, babbling like a mad (wo)man, and we even had a successful rice cereal feeding tonight.
She started getting the hang of her spoon and ate almost ALL of it.
My little piggy. Her appetite is amazingly large just like her dad's.
I know, I know, if you aren't a mother/grandmother, baby obsessed, or extremely bored you probably are sick of hearing about babies.
I happen to be all three though.
I am OBSESSED with baby.
I am addicted to taking pictures of her. She is just so cute. I need to share her cuteness or I might explode.
I miss her when I put her in her crib for the night.
I lay in bed and go through all of my pictures and videos that I took of her throughout the day.
Justin just smiles and nods like "yep, I saw her 15 minutes ago..."
It's actually pretty embarrassing to watch my little home videos because I am really really annoying.
My baby voice is just stupid. I don't even realize it when it's happening because I'm busy trying to make Evelyn smile and laugh, but man, it's embarrassingly annoying.
21 year old me would never be friends with 24 year old me.
Whatever.
I admit to being completely uncool.
Her shots are tomorrow.
I'm dreading it, but at least I get to leave the house...?
Oh. no.
I guess I am done because my husband is waving his hands in front of my face saying "Pay attention to me."
Monday, January 24, 2011
messy mess
You know what I don't understand?
People.
I understand my daughter and my dog, who don't speak a language, better than I understand most people.
Have you ever met a person that thinks the world revolves around them and has no idea that they think that the world revolves around them and then they realize the world doesn't revolve around them and the world stops revolving?
Man, if I had a penny for every person I knew that was like that I would give you my two cents.
...or I guess i'd get my two cents back because i already gave them.
It's a shame some people feel it is their right to act a certain way and it's not acceptable to ignore or disagree.
I guess that's what happens in everyones life though, huh?
Naturally I'm talking about Evelyn.
No, Just kidding, the world really does revolve around Evelyn, well, my world atleast.
AND NEXT..
I'd like to wish a happy happy birthday to my 4 month old beautiful baby, Evelyn Harper Smith.
She attempted eating rice cereal with a spoon today.. that was interestingly messy.
If there is a secret besides practice to nail that spoon feeding skill I would love to hear it.
Wowza, I think it went everywhere except down her throat.
But she did start holding her bottle with zero help today.
She aced the bottle,
(my husband is sexy sexy)failed the spoon,
People.
I understand my daughter and my dog, who don't speak a language, better than I understand most people.
Have you ever met a person that thinks the world revolves around them and has no idea that they think that the world revolves around them and then they realize the world doesn't revolve around them and the world stops revolving?
Man, if I had a penny for every person I knew that was like that I would give you my two cents.
...or I guess i'd get my two cents back because i already gave them.
It's a shame some people feel it is their right to act a certain way and it's not acceptable to ignore or disagree.
I guess that's what happens in everyones life though, huh?
Naturally I'm talking about Evelyn.
No, Just kidding, the world really does revolve around Evelyn, well, my world atleast.
AND NEXT..
I'd like to wish a happy happy birthday to my 4 month old beautiful baby, Evelyn Harper Smith.
She attempted eating rice cereal with a spoon today.. that was interestingly messy.
If there is a secret besides practice to nail that spoon feeding skill I would love to hear it.
Wowza, I think it went everywhere except down her throat.
But she did start holding her bottle with zero help today.
She aced the bottle,
(my husband is sexy sexy)Sunday, January 23, 2011
you don't want to read this.
Today started off with an awful nightmare about a flash flood or something. I don't usually have nightmares, so it really shook me up and put a big fart cloud over the rest of the day.
I hate when the weekend is over.
I love having Justin home. I look forward to 6 o'clock every week day like a pitiful lonely pet.
Cookies just aren't helping my mood today.
Today my sister joked that Evelyn will be a smoker when she's older because she always has her hands in her mouth.
That's sad. I think smokers will be extinct in 20 years.
Evelyn has to get her 4 month shots in a couple days. If you don't have a baby or kid, imagine seeing someone cut off one of your dogs toes. That is what it feels like to see someone give your baby shots.
I wish I was allowed to punch the nurse just to make Evelyn feel like I fought back for her since she's too little to fight.
I am having one of those days where I can't finish one thought before another one starts. Don't they have a medicine for that?
That is all of my depressing rambling for now.
On a brighter note..
THE PREMIERE OF KOURTNEY AND KIM TAKE NEW YORK IS ON IN AN HOUR!
now here is a picture of Evelyn making out with a cow.
I hate when the weekend is over.
I love having Justin home. I look forward to 6 o'clock every week day like a pitiful lonely pet.
Cookies just aren't helping my mood today.
Today my sister joked that Evelyn will be a smoker when she's older because she always has her hands in her mouth.
That's sad. I think smokers will be extinct in 20 years.
Evelyn has to get her 4 month shots in a couple days. If you don't have a baby or kid, imagine seeing someone cut off one of your dogs toes. That is what it feels like to see someone give your baby shots.
I wish I was allowed to punch the nurse just to make Evelyn feel like I fought back for her since she's too little to fight.
I am having one of those days where I can't finish one thought before another one starts. Don't they have a medicine for that?
That is all of my depressing rambling for now.
On a brighter note..
THE PREMIERE OF KOURTNEY AND KIM TAKE NEW YORK IS ON IN AN HOUR!
now here is a picture of Evelyn making out with a cow.
video on my fb
Saturday, January 22, 2011
the night is young, and so is Evelyn.
Anyone who knows me knows what a social butterfly I've always been.
I think most everyone goes through a phase in their college years when social interaction can be held up by an alcohol crutch. Especially when you work in the food/bar industry like Justin and I both did for years. Those days are gone, gone, gone.
Back in those days it was sleep all day, work all evening, drink all night, repeat.
Those are the days that a lot of people refer to as "The Days".
But nowadays life isn't so easy peazy. I don't remember the last time I was out past dinner time and I can't think of any reason to be out anymore.
I started my social fluttering quite early with the help of my older sisters old license and college ID. Thanks T.
Although I am only 24, I really lived out my party years to a fulfilling maximum, and like most people should, I got out of the service industry and slipped out of the "scene" when no one was looking.
It is nice to think back on those nights, walking into a crowded bar, knowing most everyone there, and high fiving the ones I didn't.
Now you can find me, during the most glorious party hours, in my big cozy chair watching TV with a baby plugged up on my chest. Hmm.. I really do love it.
I love it so much that I have developed a bit of social anxiety from being out of the public for so long. I really only have conversations with a 4 month old baby, an old lady dog, and my husband who knows all too well that I am a weirdo.
I can't help that my social anxiety drives me to use any excuse I can find to avoid people on a day that isn't ...perfect...
Which is, you know, 6 out of 7 days of the week.
I have cancelled one too many plans in the past year.
BUT!
I am declaring my New Years resolution here and now.
I will be that social butterfly that I once was.
But I will be a social butterfly in a healthy, motherly, day time, kinda way.
I also need some more hobbies.
I need suggestions.
AND I am also free to hang out now, if you want to hang out.
I'm a new woman.
Atleast I'll try.
I think most everyone goes through a phase in their college years when social interaction can be held up by an alcohol crutch. Especially when you work in the food/bar industry like Justin and I both did for years. Those days are gone, gone, gone.
Back in those days it was sleep all day, work all evening, drink all night, repeat.
Those are the days that a lot of people refer to as "The Days".
But nowadays life isn't so easy peazy. I don't remember the last time I was out past dinner time and I can't think of any reason to be out anymore.
I started my social fluttering quite early with the help of my older sisters old license and college ID. Thanks T.
Although I am only 24, I really lived out my party years to a fulfilling maximum, and like most people should, I got out of the service industry and slipped out of the "scene" when no one was looking.
It is nice to think back on those nights, walking into a crowded bar, knowing most everyone there, and high fiving the ones I didn't.
Now you can find me, during the most glorious party hours, in my big cozy chair watching TV with a baby plugged up on my chest. Hmm.. I really do love it.
I love it so much that I have developed a bit of social anxiety from being out of the public for so long. I really only have conversations with a 4 month old baby, an old lady dog, and my husband who knows all too well that I am a weirdo.
I can't help that my social anxiety drives me to use any excuse I can find to avoid people on a day that isn't ...perfect...
Which is, you know, 6 out of 7 days of the week.
I have cancelled one too many plans in the past year.
BUT!
I am declaring my New Years resolution here and now.
I will be that social butterfly that I once was.
But I will be a social butterfly in a healthy, motherly, day time, kinda way.
I also need some more hobbies.
I need suggestions.
AND I am also free to hang out now, if you want to hang out.
I'm a new woman.
Atleast I'll try.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
husbands a beach
Remember Sea Monkeys?
What the hell were those things?
One of the first things Justin said to me when he got home from work today was "Would you kill Tyra Banks for $12,000,000?
I think we can all agree that that price is a little high.
I think a more challenging question would be "Would you kill Tyra Banks for $1,200?"
eeee
Money IS tight.
...and those Anthropologie clothes would look mighty nice on my new mommy body.
No. I'm just kidding.
I couldn't kill anyone for $1,200.
Justin and I spend quite a bit of time asking each other pointless questions and playing "would you rather.."
For some reason Justin's version of "Would you rather.." is always "Okay if you had to see ____(insert name of someone we know too well)___ or ___(someone else we know too well)___ completely naked for an hour from every angle, including bending down, who would it be?"
The catch is he gets mad if I won't answer but when I do answer he says "EWWWWWWWWW NASTY! YOU WANT TO SEE ___name____ NAKED!"
I learned at a young age how to deal with this ridiculousness. I DO have a brother that tried to torture me with words when I was little.
So, I think of the two nastiest people we know and yell "EWWWW" right back in his face when he answers.
Oh, Justin.
He is my best friend for sure (most of the time).
You know you're with the right person when you can act like a complete idiot and they love it.
Most days we stay entertained by seeing who can annoy each other more or say meaner things.
It really feels good to say something really mean and then laugh about it.
It really helps let off some steam with no hard feelings.
It's usually a little something like:
Marissa: "Give me a back massage, I deserve it. What do you do for this family?!"
Justin: "Shut up or I will hit you really hard."
Marissa: "Okay I love you. Goodnight."
Justin: "I love you too, you sexy thang."
I am in love.
P.s. Justin doesn't actually want to kill Tyra Banks.
What the hell were those things?
One of the first things Justin said to me when he got home from work today was "Would you kill Tyra Banks for $12,000,000?
I think we can all agree that that price is a little high.
I think a more challenging question would be "Would you kill Tyra Banks for $1,200?"
eeee
Money IS tight.
...and those Anthropologie clothes would look mighty nice on my new mommy body.
No. I'm just kidding.
I couldn't kill anyone for $1,200.
Justin and I spend quite a bit of time asking each other pointless questions and playing "would you rather.."
For some reason Justin's version of "Would you rather.." is always "Okay if you had to see ____(insert name of someone we know too well)___ or ___(someone else we know too well)___ completely naked for an hour from every angle, including bending down, who would it be?"
The catch is he gets mad if I won't answer but when I do answer he says "EWWWWWWWWW NASTY! YOU WANT TO SEE ___name____ NAKED!"
I learned at a young age how to deal with this ridiculousness. I DO have a brother that tried to torture me with words when I was little.
So, I think of the two nastiest people we know and yell "EWWWW" right back in his face when he answers.
Oh, Justin.
He is my best friend for sure (most of the time).
You know you're with the right person when you can act like a complete idiot and they love it.
Most days we stay entertained by seeing who can annoy each other more or say meaner things.
It really feels good to say something really mean and then laugh about it.
It really helps let off some steam with no hard feelings.
It's usually a little something like:
Marissa: "Give me a back massage, I deserve it. What do you do for this family?!"
Justin: "Shut up or I will hit you really hard."
Marissa: "Okay I love you. Goodnight."
Justin: "I love you too, you sexy thang."
I am in love.
P.s. Justin doesn't actually want to kill Tyra Banks.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
NAIL BITER
I used to require about 10 hours of sleep every night. Now, I am lucky if I get 5-6 hours, and even still, motherhood has turned me into even more of a worry wart than I used to be. I am up and down all night.
If Evelyn starts crying while i'm asleep it sends this electric jolt through my body and I spring up so quickly, like Miss Clavel ("Something is not right.")
Even if she doesn't make a sound I still get up worried that something may be wrong. Maybe she is cold. Maybe she is hot. Maybe she has SIDS. Maybe she wiggled the the corner of her crib and sufficated herself on the bumper pad. Maybe we left the door unlocked and somebody snuck in and kidnapped her to sell her to an underground baby modeling concentration camp because she's so beautiful. etc.
I worry.
Being a mother has made me an extremely paranoid person. I know it bothers Justin.
All through my pregnancy I was worried that someone was going to come into our apartment at night and murder us for ANYgiven reason, but mostly to cut open my stomach and steal my baby, because I saw some MSNBC special about that once.
Instead of just rolling with it and making me feel better, when I asked Justin every single night if he was sure that both doors were locked and the windows were closed, he would get all mad and tell me I wasn't allowed to watch Law and Order SVU or Criminal Minds anymore.
So I don't really watch those shows now, even though they are some my favorites.
It really does help. I worry much less about being raped, killed, tortured, and now I focus all of my worry on whether my baby is breathing or not.
Also, after Evelyn was born I developed this weird anxiety cough. I get this tickle in my throat during stressful or socially unsure moments.
It mostly flared up if I was taking her out in public to a store or something.
I thought it was bad how every single stranger in the world wanted to ask the same 5 questions to me when I was pregnant. Believe me, you draw A LOT of public attention when you're carrying a watermelon under your shirt..
BUT MAN do people LOVE babies, and MAN, I do not like talking to people that I don't know.
I get anxiety about it. Thirty seconds after walking into Target and 5 people have already said "aww", "oh my god, how old is she?", "honey, would you look at that!"
My coughing starts
...and I can't stop
...and I only draw more attention to ourselves. I start worrying people are thinking "Poor thing, her mother is so sick, coughing all over that tiny little baby." and it makes me cough even more,
I
am
pathetic.
I just want a good nights sleep with out anyone dying in my mind.
Is that too much to ask?
If Evelyn starts crying while i'm asleep it sends this electric jolt through my body and I spring up so quickly, like Miss Clavel ("Something is not right.")
Even if she doesn't make a sound I still get up worried that something may be wrong. Maybe she is cold. Maybe she is hot. Maybe she has SIDS. Maybe she wiggled the the corner of her crib and sufficated herself on the bumper pad. Maybe we left the door unlocked and somebody snuck in and kidnapped her to sell her to an underground baby modeling concentration camp because she's so beautiful. etc.
I worry.
Being a mother has made me an extremely paranoid person. I know it bothers Justin.
All through my pregnancy I was worried that someone was going to come into our apartment at night and murder us for ANYgiven reason, but mostly to cut open my stomach and steal my baby, because I saw some MSNBC special about that once.
Instead of just rolling with it and making me feel better, when I asked Justin every single night if he was sure that both doors were locked and the windows were closed, he would get all mad and tell me I wasn't allowed to watch Law and Order SVU or Criminal Minds anymore.
So I don't really watch those shows now, even though they are some my favorites.
It really does help. I worry much less about being raped, killed, tortured, and now I focus all of my worry on whether my baby is breathing or not.
Also, after Evelyn was born I developed this weird anxiety cough. I get this tickle in my throat during stressful or socially unsure moments.
It mostly flared up if I was taking her out in public to a store or something.
I thought it was bad how every single stranger in the world wanted to ask the same 5 questions to me when I was pregnant. Believe me, you draw A LOT of public attention when you're carrying a watermelon under your shirt..
BUT MAN do people LOVE babies, and MAN, I do not like talking to people that I don't know.
I get anxiety about it. Thirty seconds after walking into Target and 5 people have already said "aww", "oh my god, how old is she?", "honey, would you look at that!"
My coughing starts
...and I can't stop
...and I only draw more attention to ourselves. I start worrying people are thinking "Poor thing, her mother is so sick, coughing all over that tiny little baby." and it makes me cough even more,
I
am
pathetic.
I just want a good nights sleep with out anyone dying in my mind.
Is that too much to ask?
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
hereeee I am...
I got more of my hair chopped off today. It just feels so good.
I cut off a couple of years worth of hair in the last few months.
It's almost like a cleansing of the past. All I'm left with now is pregnancy hair and 4 months of post baby growth.
I'm okay with that.
Justin is one of the only guys I know who prefers short hair, which is odd because he had hair down to the middle of his back for the first few years I knew him.
And like a cleanse, he cut it all off when he graduated from State.
I wouldn't consider my hair a "mom haircut", although people like to say that.
Whatever. It feels good to start fresh.
Justin is sick. I hate it because he doesn't want to laugh, and there is too much silence.
He fuels my funny fire and the flame has been burning low for the last couple nights.
The highlight of my day was driving along side a train. This is one of my favorite things.
It's exhilarating to me for some reason.
Justin thought I was dumb for getting excited about it.
It all stems from a "moment" I had about 5 years ago speeding down Chatham, where there aren't any stop lights for a few miles, with the windows down and Simon and Garfunkels song Only Living Boy in New York blasting and a huge steel train blowing its horn in a way that complimented the song and the moment so perfectly.
Now I have a "moment" everytime i drive next to a train and any good song that is playing instantly sounds better with that conductor blowing the horn behind it.
aaaand...I also like seeing clouds of bats moving across the sky when the sun has almost set.
That is all for now.
Now here are things that I love:
yawning baby
and everything i've ever wanted.
I cut off a couple of years worth of hair in the last few months.
It's almost like a cleansing of the past. All I'm left with now is pregnancy hair and 4 months of post baby growth.
I'm okay with that.
Justin is one of the only guys I know who prefers short hair, which is odd because he had hair down to the middle of his back for the first few years I knew him.
And like a cleanse, he cut it all off when he graduated from State.
I wouldn't consider my hair a "mom haircut", although people like to say that.
Whatever. It feels good to start fresh.
Justin is sick. I hate it because he doesn't want to laugh, and there is too much silence.
He fuels my funny fire and the flame has been burning low for the last couple nights.
The highlight of my day was driving along side a train. This is one of my favorite things.
It's exhilarating to me for some reason.
Justin thought I was dumb for getting excited about it.
It all stems from a "moment" I had about 5 years ago speeding down Chatham, where there aren't any stop lights for a few miles, with the windows down and Simon and Garfunkels song Only Living Boy in New York blasting and a huge steel train blowing its horn in a way that complimented the song and the moment so perfectly.
Now I have a "moment" everytime i drive next to a train and any good song that is playing instantly sounds better with that conductor blowing the horn behind it.
aaaand...I also like seeing clouds of bats moving across the sky when the sun has almost set.
That is all for now.
Now here are things that I love:
baby high 5's
Monday, January 17, 2011
love Love loVe
Well it seems like it's safe to say that Evelyns sleepless nights are over for now. It's almost impossible to keep her up for her bedtime rice cereal bottle.
In fact, it was impossible tonight. She has been asleep for a few hours already and I am almost hesitant to fall asleep because I know she'll wake up starving soon enough. I will try anyway.
Today I was up at 5 in the morning dealing with spit up, the poopiest poopy diaper, the kind where I had to strip down everything we were both wearing or touched. Who would have known something so immobile and adorable could make such a mess?
On a sweeter note,
It's really incredible the way love grows. It doesn't grow up. It doesn't go out. It just grows like roots through my body.
Three years ago I could have never imagined the blessings and emotions that I have now.
I always knew that I wanted more out of life, but the first time my husband professed his love for me my future went from a dark blur to a shining light of possibility.
When you don't know where you're going it's easy to get caught up in movies and music about love and heartbreak and finding "the one." I can remember feeling sad at the end of movies, trying to relate them to pointless relationships, and songs, and crap that didn't matter.
I would always wonder who are these muses for artists, musicians, writers, and where can I find one?
After Justin and I kissed for the first time I can remember just thinking to myself "I found mine."
Now that I have a perfect little human that is the product of the love of my life and I, I feel that my future clearer and brighter everyday.
Evelyn makes my heart jump with every smile, laugh, and cry.
I am so lucky.
I hope everyone who is still searching can know this level of happiness.
...and before I could finish this, little Miss E realized that she was dying of hunger in her crib.
I'm psychic.
It's game time.
In fact, it was impossible tonight. She has been asleep for a few hours already and I am almost hesitant to fall asleep because I know she'll wake up starving soon enough. I will try anyway.
Today I was up at 5 in the morning dealing with spit up, the poopiest poopy diaper, the kind where I had to strip down everything we were both wearing or touched. Who would have known something so immobile and adorable could make such a mess?
On a sweeter note,
It's really incredible the way love grows. It doesn't grow up. It doesn't go out. It just grows like roots through my body.
Three years ago I could have never imagined the blessings and emotions that I have now.
I always knew that I wanted more out of life, but the first time my husband professed his love for me my future went from a dark blur to a shining light of possibility.
When you don't know where you're going it's easy to get caught up in movies and music about love and heartbreak and finding "the one." I can remember feeling sad at the end of movies, trying to relate them to pointless relationships, and songs, and crap that didn't matter.
I would always wonder who are these muses for artists, musicians, writers, and where can I find one?
After Justin and I kissed for the first time I can remember just thinking to myself "I found mine."
Now that I have a perfect little human that is the product of the love of my life and I, I feel that my future clearer and brighter everyday.
Evelyn makes my heart jump with every smile, laugh, and cry.
I am so lucky.
I hope everyone who is still searching can know this level of happiness.
...and before I could finish this, little Miss E realized that she was dying of hunger in her crib.
I'm psychic.
It's game time.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
touch(y)down
Justin is watching football. He just told me to stop asking him questions and that he can't talk about anything right now because he is in a bad mood. The Patriots are losing. A football game put him into a bad mood.
This is seriously the dumbest thing to me.
Maybe if he was ON that football team..
Maybe if he lived in New England...
Maybe if his love for Tom Brady was requited..
But no, he really has no reason to be a big baby about a stupid football game.
I have never had even the slightest interest in sports. I've also never been one of those girls that pretends to like sports, or makes an effort to follow sports to impress males.
Males are apes when it comes to football and it is pretty gross,
but I guess Justin loving football is better than the alternative..
which is wearing skinny male jeans.
daddy sad face
This is seriously the dumbest thing to me.
Maybe if he was ON that football team..
Maybe if he lived in New England...
Maybe if his love for Tom Brady was requited..
But no, he really has no reason to be a big baby about a stupid football game.
I have never had even the slightest interest in sports. I've also never been one of those girls that pretends to like sports, or makes an effort to follow sports to impress males.
Males are apes when it comes to football and it is pretty gross,
but I guess Justin loving football is better than the alternative..
which is wearing skinny male jeans.
Friday, January 14, 2011
Red red wine
Is being a wino different than being an alcoholic?
Can alcoholics drink just wine? Do you think someone has ever gone to an AA meeting and said
"my name is Steve and I'm a wino."?
It just sounds so much more fun than being an alcoholic... almost regal.
I don't support heavy drinking anymore, but I do enjoy a nice glass of red every now and then.
It's pretty obvious that I have wine on the brain right now, but I start to worry a bit.
If I am thinking about a glass of wine does that mean I'm addicted to a glass of wine?
No. I mean I don't need a glass of wine, but it sure sounds great.
Evelyn, Reed, and I are staying at my moms house tonight.
Justin is a bartender a night or two a week to make a little extra money for us and it gets pretty lonely when he is gone all day and night.
For some reason I always think that my mom will keep me company if I stay over here, but I always seem to forget that she passes out at 8:30 every night and I just end up being lonely in some other living room.
So... I took a two hour nap after a heavy fried fish dinner, so I'm not ready for bed, and Evelyn is asleep for the night, and there's a big wine rack over flowing with shiny bottles of deliciousness.
This is when I get myself in trouble.
Mom, John, I'm opened a bottle of your wine. I'm sorry, but I just really wanted a glass.
Let's just pretend like it never happened.
I'm not a wino. I'm just a fan.
churrrrrrs
Can alcoholics drink just wine? Do you think someone has ever gone to an AA meeting and said
"my name is Steve and I'm a wino."?
It just sounds so much more fun than being an alcoholic... almost regal.
I don't support heavy drinking anymore, but I do enjoy a nice glass of red every now and then.
It's pretty obvious that I have wine on the brain right now, but I start to worry a bit.
If I am thinking about a glass of wine does that mean I'm addicted to a glass of wine?
No. I mean I don't need a glass of wine, but it sure sounds great.
Evelyn, Reed, and I are staying at my moms house tonight.
Justin is a bartender a night or two a week to make a little extra money for us and it gets pretty lonely when he is gone all day and night.
For some reason I always think that my mom will keep me company if I stay over here, but I always seem to forget that she passes out at 8:30 every night and I just end up being lonely in some other living room.
So... I took a two hour nap after a heavy fried fish dinner, so I'm not ready for bed, and Evelyn is asleep for the night, and there's a big wine rack over flowing with shiny bottles of deliciousness.
This is when I get myself in trouble.
Mom, John, I'm opened a bottle of your wine. I'm sorry, but I just really wanted a glass.
Let's just pretend like it never happened.
I'm not a wino. I'm just a fan.
churrrrrrs
Thursday, January 13, 2011
cha ching
Justin and I share a car. It pretty much sucks. I usually don't get to go anywhere during the day because he has to take the car to work and Evelyn is NEVER awake when he leaves, so I can't drive him there and come back.
So basically, unless someone comes to visit me (which is once every couple weeks(besides my awesome mom(who is preparing us for an economic crisis)) I don't have any human contact.
I only have this little baby who really enjoys most everything I have to say, but can't quite tell me, in English, what she's thinking about.
Lately Justins work friend has been offering to pick him up on his way to work, so I can have the car, and it's really great, but I get so excited that I end up going somewhere and buying something that I shouldn't be buying, like clothes, baby clothes, $20 giraffe squeaky toy, etc.
It's just so difficult because it's cold outside and if i want to go somewhere in public I always end up in a store of some sort
...and I don't get the FULL RUSH unless I swipe the card.
I was sleeping when Justin left for work this morning. He texted me at 4:30pm and asked if I would run to the store to pick up some beer for him and I thought he was just joking, like telling me to walk to the grocery store, and that's when I walked over to the key dish and realized I've had the car ALL day and had no idea.
EXCITEMENT!!!! I had like an hour and a half until he got home and a car and a card and a little grocery list and FREEDOM!!!!!
I'm like one of those defiant dogs that sprints past you, unleashed, at the front door and runs around in circles, barking in the front yard.
I'm getting so good at keeping Evelyn distracted while I bundle her up for cold weather that she didn't even know what hit her.
Five minutes later we were in the car on the way to the STORE!
What store?!
Who knows!!! But we're going somewhere!
I sent out a text to a friend I've been wanted to meet for coffee for months and went to the baby consignment shop Once Upon a Child while I waited for a response.
This is where I get in trouble.
Justin...
I'm sorry. I spent $15 at Once Upon a Child.
But I got a Baby Mozart dvd for $4.50 and three little outfits that were super cheap and practical and i'm sorry.
Lets just pretend like it never happened.
Then I went to Starbucks with my friend, but I didn't pay for anything there. Thanks P.S.
Last, I went to the grocery store for Justins specific requests: cheap beer, nyquil, and french fries.
And I went ahead and broke my own personal goal and bought candy conversation hearts and peanut butter whoppers.
I'm addicted to sugar. It makes me feel good.
I should take up smoking to ween my candy cravings, huh?
no.
I shouldn't.
and you're a bad person if you think I should.
So basically, unless someone comes to visit me (which is once every couple weeks(besides my awesome mom(who is preparing us for an economic crisis)) I don't have any human contact.
I only have this little baby who really enjoys most everything I have to say, but can't quite tell me, in English, what she's thinking about.
Lately Justins work friend has been offering to pick him up on his way to work, so I can have the car, and it's really great, but I get so excited that I end up going somewhere and buying something that I shouldn't be buying, like clothes, baby clothes, $20 giraffe squeaky toy, etc.
It's just so difficult because it's cold outside and if i want to go somewhere in public I always end up in a store of some sort
...and I don't get the FULL RUSH unless I swipe the card.
I was sleeping when Justin left for work this morning. He texted me at 4:30pm and asked if I would run to the store to pick up some beer for him and I thought he was just joking, like telling me to walk to the grocery store, and that's when I walked over to the key dish and realized I've had the car ALL day and had no idea.
EXCITEMENT!!!! I had like an hour and a half until he got home and a car and a card and a little grocery list and FREEDOM!!!!!
I'm like one of those defiant dogs that sprints past you, unleashed, at the front door and runs around in circles, barking in the front yard.
I'm getting so good at keeping Evelyn distracted while I bundle her up for cold weather that she didn't even know what hit her.
Five minutes later we were in the car on the way to the STORE!
What store?!
Who knows!!! But we're going somewhere!
I sent out a text to a friend I've been wanted to meet for coffee for months and went to the baby consignment shop Once Upon a Child while I waited for a response.
This is where I get in trouble.
Justin...
I'm sorry. I spent $15 at Once Upon a Child.
But I got a Baby Mozart dvd for $4.50 and three little outfits that were super cheap and practical and i'm sorry.
Lets just pretend like it never happened.
Then I went to Starbucks with my friend, but I didn't pay for anything there. Thanks P.S.
Last, I went to the grocery store for Justins specific requests: cheap beer, nyquil, and french fries.
And I went ahead and broke my own personal goal and bought candy conversation hearts and peanut butter whoppers.
I'm addicted to sugar. It makes me feel good.
I should take up smoking to ween my candy cravings, huh?
no.
I shouldn't.
and you're a bad person if you think I should.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
sweet success
First off, Fergie grosses me out. Butter face.
Liza Minnelli scares the crap out of me. Seeing her sing and dance to Single Ladies in SATC2 makes me want to vomit.
Also, if Ricky Martin is gay why does he have girls in their underwear pillow fighting and cramming into hot tubs in his video?
Anyway, having a baby is cool because it turns talking to myself into talking to someone.
I can sing really loud, practice my awesome dance moves, and put on a fashion show just like I always have done when I'm home alone, except now I have this little person that smiles and laughs and totally gets excited about my dorkiness.
I was exploring my closet today and found that I can now fit into my favorite True Religion jeans that didn't even fit me for a while before I got pregnant.
That's mostly why I was jumping, singing, and dancing for Evelyn. She really enjoyed it. I really enjoyed it.
Joyous success.
I am off the candy corn. I have an addiction to candy. I had to put my hands in my pockets when I went through the candy aisle at the grocery store.
With no candy in my house I find myself standing in the pantry staring at the shelves searching for anything that has a sugar coating. There is nothing, so I go and open the fridge and stare.
There is nothing with sugar except unsatisfying yogurt, so I open the freezer in hopes that somehow a carton of chocolate ice cream will appear. It doesn't.
Sad face :(
I am pathetic.
Hi, I'm Marissa and I am addicted to sugar.
Hmm, Things could always be worse.
Liza Minnelli scares the crap out of me. Seeing her sing and dance to Single Ladies in SATC2 makes me want to vomit.
Also, if Ricky Martin is gay why does he have girls in their underwear pillow fighting and cramming into hot tubs in his video?
Anyway, having a baby is cool because it turns talking to myself into talking to someone.
I can sing really loud, practice my awesome dance moves, and put on a fashion show just like I always have done when I'm home alone, except now I have this little person that smiles and laughs and totally gets excited about my dorkiness.
I was exploring my closet today and found that I can now fit into my favorite True Religion jeans that didn't even fit me for a while before I got pregnant.
That's mostly why I was jumping, singing, and dancing for Evelyn. She really enjoyed it. I really enjoyed it.
Joyous success.
I am off the candy corn. I have an addiction to candy. I had to put my hands in my pockets when I went through the candy aisle at the grocery store.
With no candy in my house I find myself standing in the pantry staring at the shelves searching for anything that has a sugar coating. There is nothing, so I go and open the fridge and stare.
There is nothing with sugar except unsatisfying yogurt, so I open the freezer in hopes that somehow a carton of chocolate ice cream will appear. It doesn't.
Sad face :(
I am pathetic.
Hi, I'm Marissa and I am addicted to sugar.
Hmm, Things could always be worse.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
googoohaha
I started putting Gerber rice cereal in Evelyn's bottle 3 nights ago and she has transformed into a sleeping angel. I guess all this time that I thought she was teething she was actually just still hungry! It makes me sad to think that I was completely reading my baby all wrong, but what can you do when you don't speak GoogooGahgah language. I guess my boobs just aren't enough for that big baby because she is nursing a lot already.
It really does make me feel bad though. It's like realizing you've been spelling 'definitely' wrong your whole life, which I have.
Justin and Evelyn had a super early bonding time this morning. She got up at 3 to eat since she went to bed really early last night and when she still wasn't back asleep by 5 o'clock I decided to put her in her crib to let her cry for a few minutes and hope that she'd fall asleep.
....but she didn't and Justin got up and rescued that little 15 pound damsel in distress from her evil crib around 5:15. In an instant all of the pitiful crying went silent and turned into little baby laughter because Justin was sneezing.
She really had a bad case of the giggles for a good 30 minutes.
I never even considered that there would be a day that I couldn't sleep because my baby was laughing so loud.
As tired as I was, I couldn't help but lay in bed and laugh to myself at her and Justin cracking each other up in the other room.
I'm sure, as a new mom and wife, I'm not alone in worrying that after all of the sleepless nights, the crappiest of diapers, crying fits that seem to have no end, and stress induced arguments, that my husband wouldn't like the baby very much.
Knowing that they were out there bonding is almost more satisfying than bonding with her myself.
Happiness seeps down into every bone in my body.
It really does make me feel bad though. It's like realizing you've been spelling 'definitely' wrong your whole life, which I have.
Justin and Evelyn had a super early bonding time this morning. She got up at 3 to eat since she went to bed really early last night and when she still wasn't back asleep by 5 o'clock I decided to put her in her crib to let her cry for a few minutes and hope that she'd fall asleep.
....but she didn't and Justin got up and rescued that little 15 pound damsel in distress from her evil crib around 5:15. In an instant all of the pitiful crying went silent and turned into little baby laughter because Justin was sneezing.
She really had a bad case of the giggles for a good 30 minutes.
I never even considered that there would be a day that I couldn't sleep because my baby was laughing so loud.
As tired as I was, I couldn't help but lay in bed and laugh to myself at her and Justin cracking each other up in the other room.
I'm sure, as a new mom and wife, I'm not alone in worrying that after all of the sleepless nights, the crappiest of diapers, crying fits that seem to have no end, and stress induced arguments, that my husband wouldn't like the baby very much.
Knowing that they were out there bonding is almost more satisfying than bonding with her myself.
Happiness seeps down into every bone in my body.
dear mom,
Today has been a really lazy day. I don't leave the house much, so it's pretty normal for me to not change out of my pj's until 3 or 4pm.
My life can be so uninteresting that I literally get excited when someone takes their turn on the 8 (at least) Scrabble games I always have going via Facebook. Luckily, my mom, who is awesome, also has the same nothings going on at her house in the evening, way out in the middle of nowhere, so we have 3 active games together. I'm pretty sure that she gets upset that I'm always beating her and so she continues to start games to raise her chances of winning.
My mom is the most generous, loving woman I know and I strive to be as wonderful to my child(ren) has she has been to hers.
I will be vague in saying that there are a lot of amusing quotes and stories that I would like to share about my beautiful mother, but she forbid me from blogging about her.
sad face :(
I probably talk to my mom more than I talk to my own husband.
What am I going to talk about if I run out of funny things that my husband and baby do, mom?
My life can be so uninteresting that I literally get excited when someone takes their turn on the 8 (at least) Scrabble games I always have going via Facebook. Luckily, my mom, who is awesome, also has the same nothings going on at her house in the evening, way out in the middle of nowhere, so we have 3 active games together. I'm pretty sure that she gets upset that I'm always beating her and so she continues to start games to raise her chances of winning.
My mom is the most generous, loving woman I know and I strive to be as wonderful to my child(ren) has she has been to hers.
I will be vague in saying that there are a lot of amusing quotes and stories that I would like to share about my beautiful mother, but she forbid me from blogging about her.
sad face :(
I probably talk to my mom more than I talk to my own husband.
What am I going to talk about if I run out of funny things that my husband and baby do, mom?
answer me that, mom.
I love you, mom.
Let me laugh with you, mom.
I'll let you borrow my baby if I'm allowed to say what you spotted in the Barnes and Noble children's section.
Love,
Your fav child.
post script: I'm sorry I blogged about you.
Monday, January 10, 2011
earmuffs
Justin and I were in bed the other night and he was playing some stupid ninja game on his phone and I was interrupting him to tell him about some dream I had and about things that the baby did that day..etc...
I realized that he wasn't listening to a word I was saying.
But I guess it was okay because I just have a habit of purging all of my thoughts before I fall asleep anyway.
I started to think about all of the times he talks about work, money, bills, news (or whatever he blabs about) and I really do put on invisible earmuffs and just say "yeah", and "uh huh", and wait for him to be done.
I guess that's an important accessory for marriage. Invisible earmuffs.
If I paid attention to half of the things that he said my eyes would start spinning back into my head and drool would drip out of my mouth. I choose to keep my brain in the fun zone as much as possible, and as much as I love my husband, he isn't always the most energetic conversationalist.
Don't get me wrong, we do have plenty of common ground conversation through out the day, but we both use earmuffs regularly.
I guess I'm okay with that.
Whatever works
I realized that he wasn't listening to a word I was saying.
But I guess it was okay because I just have a habit of purging all of my thoughts before I fall asleep anyway.
I started to think about all of the times he talks about work, money, bills, news (or whatever he blabs about) and I really do put on invisible earmuffs and just say "yeah", and "uh huh", and wait for him to be done.
I guess that's an important accessory for marriage. Invisible earmuffs.
If I paid attention to half of the things that he said my eyes would start spinning back into my head and drool would drip out of my mouth. I choose to keep my brain in the fun zone as much as possible, and as much as I love my husband, he isn't always the most energetic conversationalist.
Don't get me wrong, we do have plenty of common ground conversation through out the day, but we both use earmuffs regularly.
I guess I'm okay with that.
Whatever works
Saturday, January 8, 2011
steamy romance
I watched Eyes Wide Shut last night bc i've never seen it and Justin made fun of me because I was in Netflix looking at the "Steamy Romantic Drama" section. So a girl needs a little steamy romantic drama sometimes. Whatever. I just didn't find anything that I wanted to watch in the "Dark Romantic Drama" section. He is the one that raises his eyebrows and looks at me every single time we pass the Walmart lingerie section. Walmart lingerie. Doesnt get any more steamy romantic than that.
Eyes Wide Shut was stupid. It made me feel like I was high and awkward. Evelyn seemed to like it though.
Eyes Wide Shut was stupid. It made me feel like I was high and awkward. Evelyn seemed to like it though.
yesterdays troubles today
Well Evelyn cried until the middle of the night again, just like every night, but about 2 weeks ago she cut her mid morning nap out of her schedule. She only takes about 2 or 3 twenty minute naps during the day and then wants to stay up and torture herself until 1,2, sometimes 3 in the morning. So, basically, I'm exhausted and resistant to accept the fact that my baby doesn't like to sleep very much.
What is even harder is when she puts on a big dramatic performance and then finally calms down and falls asleep for a nap. I get so excited and honestly believe that I'll be able to close my eyes, but right when my body begins to relax I hear "wahhhhhhh" and if i try to ignore it for a couple minutes in hopes that she will fall back asleep I hear "WAAAAHHHHHH WAAAAHHHHH"... until i go pick her up and then she has worked herself up so much that it takes a good twenty minutes until she is calm.
On and on, my days go.
Today I almost reached my breaking point. Its hard when shes so worked up about this teething mess that she wont respond to my voice or kisses, just screeeeaaaaaaams.
So I cried a little bit and then decided that I needed to treat myself to a chai at Starbucks asap even if I had to listen to that scream the whole drive, but right after I got a little caffeine in my system she decided to pass out... like a real nap. She is sitting in her car seat snoring, but now I cant nap of course. Ironic, no? That's usually how it goes.
OH! Why do they make crib sheets SO hard to get on those stinking mattresses? I literally break a sweat trying to get it on and then I lay her down and she spits up all over the new one 5 minutes later.
Bah Humbug.
What is even harder is when she puts on a big dramatic performance and then finally calms down and falls asleep for a nap. I get so excited and honestly believe that I'll be able to close my eyes, but right when my body begins to relax I hear "wahhhhhhh" and if i try to ignore it for a couple minutes in hopes that she will fall back asleep I hear "WAAAAHHHHHH WAAAAHHHHH"... until i go pick her up and then she has worked herself up so much that it takes a good twenty minutes until she is calm.
On and on, my days go.
Today I almost reached my breaking point. Its hard when shes so worked up about this teething mess that she wont respond to my voice or kisses, just screeeeaaaaaaams.
So I cried a little bit and then decided that I needed to treat myself to a chai at Starbucks asap even if I had to listen to that scream the whole drive, but right after I got a little caffeine in my system she decided to pass out... like a real nap. She is sitting in her car seat snoring, but now I cant nap of course. Ironic, no? That's usually how it goes.
OH! Why do they make crib sheets SO hard to get on those stinking mattresses? I literally break a sweat trying to get it on and then I lay her down and she spits up all over the new one 5 minutes later.
Bah Humbug.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
fabric
I wish I was rich. I would love to buy all the clothes that I want to buy. I want everything from http://www.anthropologie.com/. I feel like a selfish person for wanting so much, but I lost all my pregnany weight in like two months and I can't stop thinking about how I want to treat my body to nice things. ...BUT I do not work. I'm officially a SAHM (stay at home mom), so I can only dream about clothes.
When I was pregnant I was fat and poor... I guess that's a lot worse. Now I can at least go look at things and think about wearing it or try it on and let my heart drop.
It's not like I have anywhere to go anyway. I leave the house maybe 3 times a week to go to the grocery store, Walmart, or across the street to eat mexican. I'm such a loser.
Anyway, I invented a new diet. Diet Mountain Dew and candy corn. Not at the same time though because the sugar makes the diet soda fizz up and i think that probably wouldnt be a good party inside the stomach.
I don't know how it worked. I don't actually recommend this diet.
Diet soda kills.
When I was pregnant I was fat and poor... I guess that's a lot worse. Now I can at least go look at things and think about wearing it or try it on and let my heart drop.
It's not like I have anywhere to go anyway. I leave the house maybe 3 times a week to go to the grocery store, Walmart, or across the street to eat mexican. I'm such a loser.
Anyway, I invented a new diet. Diet Mountain Dew and candy corn. Not at the same time though because the sugar makes the diet soda fizz up and i think that probably wouldnt be a good party inside the stomach.
I don't know how it worked. I don't actually recommend this diet.
Diet soda kills.
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