The bitch is back

I broke up with blogging. I've always been wowed by the latest trend or it thing / person. Blogging seemed to be the "it" thing. I wanted to be cool, popular, trendy, have nifty followers, prizes, etc. The entire concept wooed me! A few times I posted. Tracked my comments. Looked for page views. I was legit giddy when I'd see a comment! People liked me...They really liked me! Surely, this meant I'd strike it up and become a major blogger!! Months later my posting slowed. And not long after that I stopped. This weird pressure came over me. To have the perfect words to write, pictures to post, and happiest of lives. Blogging wasn't for me. I couldn't keep up with the all the other beautiful images, Jesus filled posts, happy families. My life didn't seem that worthy. I stopped writing. I stopped posting. I still looked at other blogs. My blog could not compare. And sadly, I thought my family wouldn't come across as cookie cutter enough. After almost a 2 year absence I decided to log into my blogger account. I read my old post. I can see a lot of love and a girl/mom/wife desperately trying to fit in. For the most part I am not horrified by my post. I wish I didn't sound so vapid or saccharine. I regret not giving a truthful picture. I was so stupid to think that being part of a circle or group would define me. The judgments of others would complete me. Maybe it took 2 years of silence to realize that my life is ok. It is pretty the way it is. My son, my husband, health, home, etc. Pretty damn ok. Flaws are truths. My pictures won't be perfectly shot with lighting and angles. Don't expect my grammar to be correct. Occasionally I want to scream at my husband. Our son is a blessing but, drives me crazy. Some days I want to completely break down or check out. I am super judgmental. I am anxious. I cry. I can barely do a craft project. Legit, I love to swear. My hair is too big. Dieting is something I don't do. I still have no idea on how to dress a little boy. My list is endless!!! I apologize for not sharing the truth. I am at peace with myself. I don't need to be that desperate woman. All I want is to have a place to document honest memories. From now on just Jenn.

My Bucket Runs Over

I'm over resolutions. Realistically all a resolution does is map out something I won't accomplish. Frankly, I should resolve to do and be many things! All said I can't commit to a solid resolution. It doesn't mean I am anti goals or achievements. Instead I've made a 2012 bucket list. A goal based list that isn't a massive commitment. If I check each item off then snaps but, props to me if I get one completed. No over arching sweeping statements to hold this gal back! Below is a sample of my bucket.

- make real deal chicken fried steak with homemade white pan gravy

- go on a vacation with just my husband

- don't read any baby news articles (IE Babycenter / Parents newest feature on why your toddler hates you)

- trash old bill statements

- read one magazine each month in total peace

- break down and buy the $8 buck cup of Starbucks without feeling shitty

- give Whit cake for dinner and enjoy a slice with him

- hang our family pictures / print out our pictures

- do something (anything) without a plan

- buy one grocery load all organic

- go to a country concert

These are from the shallow end of my bucket. I do have some deeper items but, I don't think they need to be shared amongst the class.

If you are resolving than best wishes. I just hope to make a few drips in my bucket!

She's Back

Happy and Healthy for 2012!



I needed a vacation from the thoughts. Didn’t really want to think about being peppy or Sally share all! I blog to be pithy and light. Frankly the few who read this don’t need to hear me scream ala Nancy Kerrigan , “Why me!!!” Have the past few months had changes, been difficult, trying, taxing, etc…why yes; yes they have. Taking some time to reflect away from das blog was for the best. Who likes a spiteful bitch?

All said, things are finally on the upside of anger. The five second recap goes as follows: Husband and child are both present and accounted for. Roof, jobs, and food all covered. Heath is at a strong 75%. Family of 3 moving onward to 2012!

To Grandmothers House We Went

A bomb pop is a vital part of any food pyramid.

We made it back from Boston is one piece. Whit flew like a business class pro. When we landed on the ground a small riot due to the extreme cuteness.

Grammy and Grandpa battled for 5 days but, sadly Grandpa may have one this battle. Grammy is already plotting her rematch. Despite these two forces Aunt Shan also made a strong campaign and could be a write in winner! All and all it was great to be with family.

The only craptastic part of the trip is Whit was sick. Boyfriend had strep, ear infection, and thrush ( thank you to mother of sick child who decided to send their germs the week before our mini vaca. i hope to repay you with a muffin basket full of chicken pox.) I give Whit some major props for remaining happy despite such major issues.

Things were kept pretty low key. No big ventures to the city or cape. Chris and I had a mini date out. Took Whit to a local zoo and were attacked by mini goats.

Happy to be home and feeling better.

Big Ole' Jet airliner

Ready for take off????

I hope I registered for a baby parachute cause Whitter is going on his first plane. Our family is flying to MA to see Grammy, Grandpa TK, and Auntie Shan. Needless to say everyone in the southern fraction of Club Kilcoyne is pumped for our big adventure. Despite our excitement I can't help wondering what fun awaits us at TSA.




Will Whit be felt up? Does he have to take his shoes off at security? Am I ready to embrace being "those" parents in the airport? Right now my fingers are crossed for pity. Pity from folks that see us with our super cute kiddo. They'll say things like, "Go on the plane first" and "Please cut in line everywhere." Actually I'm pretty positive that peeps will be giving us a hardcore case of the stank eye! Got a hunch we're going to be THOSE dreaded people.


I've come to terms with the fact that we are going to look like a 3 ring circus. Chris will be the sherpa and I will act as security for child and valuables like goldfish crackers. Think I've got my basics covered like a Maclaren, car seat carrier, baby bags, carry on, and enough puff's to bust the 50lb checked bag fee.


Wish us luck and pray Whit's third word isn't something like boom or bomb.

Snap Happy

Rainbows and bunnies to...

snaps and claps to Whit P for sleeping till 5AM last night! No crying, no fighting, and we all woke up happy.

snaps and claps to my paycheck. I love you and miss you. Why do you only come every two weeks?

snaps and claps to a BJ's membership. Applestraws in bulk are worth the price of admission.

snaps and claps to Cracker Barrel corn muffins. I ate 3 of them for dinner last night. I am not embarrassed or ashamed to own it.

snaps and claps to having a niece this week. I hope she understands that I am the best Aunt ever . Mainly because I am the only Aunt she has! Isabella welcome to the block.

Ginger kids and rusty nails to...

boo and hiss for debating the length of shorts. is this length mom? if i bend can you see my chunky post prego thighs? praise be to J.Crew for offering three various lengths that come in prostatot, aging gracefully, and senior center. Obviously I've selected the aging gracefully length.

boo and hiss for medical bills. I knew my husband was crazy kidding! Did we really need the CT and MRI to tell us that?

boo and hiss because my cats refuse to use a scratching post. Our new sectional sofa doesn't need to look like swiss cheese care of Baxter paws! We literally have a tree trunk in our house in the hope to lure the cats away from puff goodness.

Merry Friday and a Happy Weekend.

Stuffed

I betcha she is making a simple french summer salad.

Does your meat need tenderizing?

I love watching Ina Garten on the Food network. She makes some highly yummy dishes. However, after watching a marathon session in bed I got curious about her relationship with her husband Jeffery. Why does he stay in the city all week? Does she only feed the man roast chicken? Is Jeffery using Ina as his beard? Too many deep thoughts for meringue making!

Ina reminds me a little too much of Kathy Bates from Misery. Maybe she has Jeffery chained to a bed. Food induced confinement? I could seriously see this woman force feeding Jeffery a stuffed capon and Herb de Provence!