Blessed

Yesterday, at 7:29 am my Nephew was born.


And at 7:29 am I fell in love with him.


He is absolutely perfect and so are Mommy and Daddy.






Everyone, I would like for you to meet Gabriel





He was 8lbs 21 inches long and has a lot of dark hair on his head.




getting some cuddle time with his favorite Aunt!!!



The new Grandma, my mom, didn't want to give him up yesterday.

The Healthy Life : Regaining control

Here I am, heavier that I have ever been, but my determined than I have ever been before.

I have found that in the beginning of this series I had the control, I had the right focus, but then I lost it. Somewhere it from being healthy for baby to clothes, no idea how that happened but it did. Then bad habits reformed and the spiraling out of control became to much so I had to stop and ask for directions...

My focus is back, WITH A VENGEANCE!

there are 2 easy steps to being more healthy:
1. what you eat and portion control
2. Moving your body
(thanks Jack Sh*t)

I don't want to give myself a deadline, not anymore. How can you give a lifestyle a deadline? So, I am not going to say I want to be this size or this weight by this date, but I will say I would like to be as healthy as I believe I can be by September 6th 2010. Why that specific date... well that is my first wedding anniversary, it is a milestone date for my husband and I because of the obvious and also because after that date hubs and I have decided to try to start our family. So, I am not going to put a size on it, I am going to say "I want to be as healthy as I can believe I can be."

I made a list of the unhealthy things I do and it is pretty bad but changeable:

1. I drink waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay to much soda
2. I don't get enough sleep
3. I am a couch potato
4. I don't eat enough veggies
5. I have no sense of portion control
6. Hubs and I have super rich and heavy dinners

I really want to change all of these things in to positive, healthy things like grabbing a bottle of water instead of soda, have a more set in stone sleep schedule, be active and so on.

It is coming back, now to keep my focus....

Wedding Recap: Portraits

This is the final installment of wedding pictures that I wanted to share. Hubs and I wanted really nontraditional pictures, nothing to posey. That can be hard to do when you are working with your wedding party, but Kama did an awesome job.


This sign was made I believe as an after thought. I bought everything for it but didn't get around to it until my BM Erin came over and was took charge, she did an awesome job.


You know I may have wedding dress what ifs and think about the one that I really wanted and couldn't happen, but every time I see my dress I fall in love with it all over again.














I got so much flack for the yellow but I think they worked it!

























I want to write this down before I forget it and it actually came up the other day and for the life of me I couldn't remember it :

Something old: My mothers Rosary, it was wrapped in my bouquet
Something New: My shoes,
Something borrowed: Originally it was my MOH, Crystal's bracelet, but the night before I saw the jewelry she bought for herself and swooned and she said I could wear it. So really all my jewelery was borrowed.
Something blue: When I was 16 my Dad picked me up for my birth day and he said that we had to make a quick stop, and he pulled in to a jewelry store and it was no big deal to me, I had been with him many times before when he would pick something up for my step mom. We walk in and he tells me to pick something, being confused I said something very articulate, something like huh!? And my Dad explained to me that he wanted to buy me my first real piece of jewelry and I picked a Sapphire ring that set in sliver. I wore that ring on my wedding day.

It's called my personal space

I have an issue with personal space. I have mine you have yours and unless I invite you don't bother coming in to my personal space without going Ninja on you. So one day last week while sitting in class, I was minding my own business when this lady, who barley speaks English sits down beside me. I have my book bag on my desk and the teacher has moved to the front of the class and is going to start lecture. Before he starts, Russian lady ( I say that because that is what it sounds like she speaks, and I don't know her real name) gets her things out and proceeds to start to shove my book bag with her folder, with this look of pure disgust on her face. In a millisecond I grab my book bag and she mumbles something like "Sorry" and then sets up camp not 12 inches from me. So close to me that I couldn't even get my notebook out and take notes because there was now no room on my desk.





Yeah can you say Freak out. I can.. and I did.

I mean I had to lean back in my chair to get this picture that is how close she was to me.

HONK!!!

Alright, so I am scared of geese. I mean they hiss, the bite, they chase you. When you look at them, you think you can out run them, make it to safety but that is never the case. When you see or think of geese you may see this:



While I see this:


Dramatic, yes. But is it the closest representation I could find to when one of those scary birds bore a hole in to my soul with their beady black eyes? yes.


So on Tuesday while I was driving to get new tires on my car because I had 2 flats (yes, you read the correctly 2 flats), I was following my husband when all of a sudden I was accosted in my vehicle by geese.

They were doing this:



No, they weren't fighting in a secluded pond far away from me, where I couldn't be traumatized by the sound of their hissing and honking.. oh no they were doing it right in front of my car. Almost on my car. They were in the middle of the street and I had to slam on my brakes to not hit them, I don't like them but I do brake for animals... even evil ones. All I could do was scream and cruse my moon roof for not closing more quickly.

Y'all I thought I was going to die.

Hubs couldn't stop laughing at me because I was screaming like a little girl white knuckling my steering wheel yelling at the geese to not hit my car or kill me.

If you ask my husband it was over in a few seconds, but for me it seemed like a goose filled hell.

I had something funny to say...

Ok, so I did have a few funny things to share with all of you and I will, but something happened yesterday that I need to write about because I am fed up with it.

I have written about my brother and his wife on this blog before, My brother is away in the Army (only for 3 more weeks then he is home for good, more on that later) and she is pregnant with their first child and is due on Sunday. I will spare you a walk down memory lane, if you want to know more about it look through the archive, anyway, so fast forward to after the trip to Missouri, something changed with her. She didn't really talk to my mom and I any more, she stopped returning emails, she stopped returning phone calls. We would try to show as much support as possible but we were rebuffed.

My sympathy to their situation had begun to dwindle, I know it is horrible to say that, but you can only use the woes me card for so long.

Then her baby shower happened. We get there and she greets us in a kind of "oh.. hey" kind of way and then didn't say more that 10 words to us the entire time we were there. I was livid. I still am. I am not saying she had to alienate everyone else to talk to us but acting like we existed would have been nice.

At that point I really didn't care anymore, I wasn't going to put anymore effort in to it because I am not going to put myself out there and get nothing in return.

My mom and I will email her, in hopes of getting something back, my mom more frequently than I, but all we want to know is how the baby is doing and most importantly how she is doing, does she need anything. I try to put something funny in there because she doesn't like a lot of attention and being pregnant it is unavoidable, so I make it to be all about her.

Yesterday she had an appointment, so I called and left her a message and asked her to call me.

Nothing.

My brother on the other hand called me and he said that her doctors office messed up the day of her appointment and that she was feeling frustrated. I asked about what and he said "she is just frustrated with all the questions, the voicemail, the emails from people, her family included asking questions about the baby and she doesn't anything new to say." So he thought he would take some of the burden off of her and relay any news....

Hmmm. So basically she will be cutting off all communication with my family. Kind of makes that feeling we had of her wanting nothing to do with us a little more concrete.

My issue is if we didn't ask we would never know.

And for someone who prides herself on being straight forward, I think it is a low blow to have my brother do her dirty work. I would have felt much better if she would have told me to back off or basically what she told my Brother, that she was frustrated. Instead, I really don't want anything to do with her right now. You don't get to treat my family like this. We adore her and would do anything she needed no questions asked. I am not saying her family wouldn't either but their mentality towards her is " well we have been through this before with her sister." Her own mother said that while she trying on wedding dresses, she also made a comment to that same extent, laughing at my mother expense because she is so excited for her first grandchild, saying you can tell it was her first, to which my mom said " I will be just as excited for my 2,3,4,5,6 grandchild, it is a life and a member of our family (p.s. in my head I was all like BURN!!!!!) ."

My mom is heartbroken. This is her first grandchild, and she is so worried that they won't call us when SIL goes in to labor and call us after the fact or not at all. I think it is a legitimate fear.

She is so hurt she is even considering not going down for the birth, she feels like she is damned if she does and damned if she doesn't. She is thinking of waiting until Bro gets home from the ARMY to see the baby.

It is just sad, really sad that during with is supposed to be an amazing experience and time for my family it has become the complete opposite.

Just plain sad.

Wedding Recap: The Reception

It is time for another wedding recap!!!

After the Ceromony was over and out pictures were finished it was time to eat and be MARRY!!!!

It was time for our first dance and I was ready. Hubs and I didn't prepare anything cute or funny to do because 1. hubs can't dance 2. hubs can't dance and 3 hubs can't dance. So we just decided to wing it. Well our song was kind of long and we both felt really awkward just doing the say thing when Hubs asked me if I wanted to twirl and I said YES and right as he was about to twirl me, disaster almost struck me down. My heel got caught in my bustle, I told him to stop and I shook loose without looking like a total geek and he asked me if I wanted to try again and I really wanted to but my heel kept getting caught. So we looked like dweebs and just rocked back and fourth. Needless to say I almost ripped my dress with this heel situation so I was in flats for the rest of the evening.

The DJ was horrible. I am very specific about my music, some may say I am a music snob, but what it came down to was hubs and I like 2 very different styles in music and we had been together for 5 years so a lot of music we wanted played had sentimental value so to be fair I went through the book the dj sent me and picked from that selection and was advised that if I had anymore songs to go ahead and write them down. Well, a page and a half later hubs and I had everything down. When we met with the DJ I told him that these weren't suggestions and that I wanted these songs played for the reasons stated above. He said he didn't have a problem with it, we also made an agreement that only Matt and myself could request music.

Flash forward to the reception he played probably 5 songs from my list. I was pissed. I kind of still am, well writing about it probably isn't helping matters but anywho.

We had a Quaich circle which pretty cool. It is where you stand in a circle with your family and friends and pass around a quaich which is filled with Scottish whisky and you basically pass it until it is gone and toast the new couple. Some of the faces after people took a drink were hilarious!!!

After that it was time for dancing. Hubs and his mom danced and while they were having a tender moment, she told him "to not drink to much because he had some business to take care of tonight." When hubs told me that I felt like I needed a shower and a Brillo pad.

My dad and I danced to "My brown eyed girl." He would always sing that song to me when I was little and I tell me the story of the night when I was born he asked my doctor "now, you are going to give me a brown eyed girl right?" So we just rocked it out on the dance floor, being silly.

After that we just danced the night away, it was a good end to a perfect day!

I love my Grandma's face in this picture!