Gaga For Lulu

Piggybacking a little off my last post about entrepreneurship, the Big Guy and I have started a new website called Babblz.com.

What is Babblz? I would be lying if we didn’t say we are taking inspiration from Digg, Reddit and the like. I have been using Digg for my articles over at DiabetesNotes.com with some success. But when I went to submit something that I wrote for this site, I had now idea where to catorgorize it!

So we decided to start a similar site for mommy and daddy bloggers. A place where stories from across the web can be collected and shared. We decided to try a contest to get the word out and to get some feedback for the new site. So here are the details:

1. You must sign up for a new account at Babblz.com, and submit at least one story. Submitting more than one would be awesome, but will have no effect on your chance of winning.
2. You must put a link on your site to Babblz.com. It would be great if the link text said Babblz - Tell Us How You Really Feel. It be even greater if you wrote a small review about our site, or gave us feedback.
3. A prize will be awarded every 75 signups. At that time, a winner will be randomly selected. After 75 more users sign up, a new prize will be awarded to one of the 150 users, minus the previous winner. We hope to continue this until we get to 300 users.
4. If at least 75 users do not sign up, the contest will be null and void

That’s it! If you have any questions, please leave a comment here on my blog. Oh yeah, almost forgot. the prize is…

A Bath & Body Works Signature Collection™ gift basket. If you win, you will have your choice Passion Fruit, Cherry Blossom, or Japanese Cherry Blossom scents. You can see more about the prize here.

So sign up, spread the word, and start sharing you crazy stories!

Let me start by saying I do not think this is going to be a very good day. The Tribe was up at 5 AM, 2 hours too early, and The Big Guy is in a mood from hell. Not to mention that if I did still get good ol’ flow, I would have her right now (yes, I am one of these ever so lucky women who still “feels” like I get a period after a total hysterectomy, yeah!).

We have an easter egg hunt, only the 18th one this week, that should be balls of fun with these 3 today. I am sure The Big Guy will not attend, he is a little anxious and stressed this AM.

Maybe it’s the lack of sleep. It could be the very long week. Final option, big ass lack of sex. Yeah, I said it. Ms. Let’s Get It On has lost her mojo. I suppose the medicine has something to do with this.

I’m in a pickle, be anxiety free but have no sex drive, or be crazy stressed while lovin’ on The Big Guy. Unfortunately, I think the mental health thing wins!

Like I mentioned above, I am a bit hormonal this AM. A little over the top, and can’t exactly call on Mr. Shitty Yell A’ Lot for assistance. So this is how our last flippin’ conversation went:

(while we are both on separate computers reading through emails and sharing what we discover)

Mommy: “You know what I notice about all the very successful entrepreneur’s in the IT field?”

The Big Guy: “Yes, I know what you are going to say but go ahead. (with a smirk on his face)”

Mommy: “None of then were married to at least 35, or aren’t married at all. They don’t have kids for the most part either. I guess you have to choose!”

The Big Guy: “I have thought about writing on this for a while now, I agree. To be successful as an entrepreneur, you can’t have those worries.”

Mommy: (with tears in her eyes, I told you I was hormonal) “Hmmm, yeah.”

I feel guilty to a certain extent. Am I the reason he is a “family guy”? Did I hold him back? Would he have been able to accomplish more without me and the kids? Would he be happier in life being a successful IT entrepreneur? Who knows what would have come even without me, but I do know being married in your mid 20’s and having kids in your late 20’s adds a big list of “have to’s”.

He had to make a certain amount of money. He had to work 9-6 business hours, if he wanted to see his kids. He had to put many dreams on hold. Basically, he had to grow up.

Maybe it is just the mood I am in, but I wish that we had the resources for The Big Guy to do what he has a true passion for. Believe me, it is not the IT project manager job that he ever so faithfully reports to everyday to pay the bills!! LOL.

He is a good man and I know he would never say any of this out loud. He has never even hinted at any of these frickin’ thoughts, but after 13 years I know him too damn well. I hope that one day I can provide the stability for our family and he can venture out to test his talents and dreams to their fullest. Until then, I will just stomach these feelings of guilt.

“You only work 1 day a week!” Do you know how sick I am of hearing this. Now, if any of my fellow poopy paradise mates are reading this, be assured this is not directed at you. My mates that read this are not the ones that say these words in a derogatory way. They are not the ones that make me want to scream in their faces, “Mind your own business biatch, I am busy”!!!

Yes it is true, I average one 12 hour shift, some weeks 2, at the ol’ hospital as an RN. But as most of my blogger friends can attest to, I do “work” while not at work. Let’s see: day care provider, mommy, professional blogger (thanks b5), wife, RN, and jack of all trades.

It is hard to categorize myself and fit in. I am not a work at home mom, but I am also not a full time working mommy. I am “just” a part timer in both directions. It is flippin’ hard sometimes. I can relate to both lifestyles, but am not allowed to express an opinion on both. Because if I do, I hear these damn words, “You only work 1 day a week”, or “You get to leave the kids at home and go to work, must be nice”.

It is nice. One of the reasons I love nursing is the flexibility. I can be a mommy most of the time, but still make good money and use my education in a capacity that I enjoy! Is it the best of both worlds? Hell yes!!! But as we all know, everyone has a frickin’ opinion and they don’t always keep it to themselves.

I give all the credit in the world to mommies that are at home 24-7, 365. God bless you all. It is something I could not do! Not because I don’t love my kids, but it just isn’t me. You rock. I could probably learn a lot from you work at home mom’s: patience, organization, unselfishness, as well as many more qualities that I wish I possessed.

For all the very busy full time working mom’s, you are awesome. You can bring home the bacon and fry it up in a pan! I could learn from you: time management, how to make the most of all time with your kids, and an appreciation for children that I sometimes lack after 12 hours of wiping butt’s.

Now, for all those mom’s like me that are just kinda squeezed in the middle, not sure were they fit, be proud! Yes we may not know what it is totally like on either side of the spectrum, but we do know that we love our kids to death as well as love what we do outside the home.

I just wish the ding dang snide comparisons and unneeded opinions would stop. Don’t all mommies want the same thing? We all love our kids more than anything and want what is best for them, however that is accomplished.

I offer a quote form a very wise man with many leather bound books and great hair. In the words of Ron Burgundy, “Let’s just agree to disagree”

Thanks to Hsien, Melissa and Steve…

So it went something like this:

Bow chicka bow bow, “together” time on the horizon!

The moves are being made, the lights are dimmed, music is on (ok, I am lying about all that but you get the fliipin’ idea) and all systems a go.

The Big Guy: “I hear feet” pitter pat coming down the hallway.
Mommy: “Are you kidding me?”
The Big Guy: “Hi Ali!!!”
The Babe: “Hi Daddy, me no like my bed, sleep here” as she jumps right on up between us.
Mommy: “I guess I will sleep in her damn bed. Ali, will you move over a bit or should I go to your bed?”
The Babe: “Night Mommy, me sleep with daaaddeee!”

The Big Guy and I give each other a smile and a fist bump. Well shit, I guess it will happen at some point. But come on, give me a frickin’ break!

Ok, so it was a pretty normal night. We were waiting for the tribe to fall asleep, and the Big Guy and I were working on getting the slide show together for the last post. Well, he decided to open Internet Explorer to view the site. What do you know? The damn site didn’t load right. Why didn’t you Internet Explorer users tell me? It looked like shit!

I set him off on a mission to fix this right away. And this is what he came up with. It’s still a work in progress, but so far I guess I like it. What do you think?

What a jackass!

Turn up the sound and enjoy some pictures and a podcast from a nice Spring day in Maryland. Sometimes, life is flippin’ sweet!

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I am fired up!!!! Pissed as shit. Right here in Maryland today, a child sex abuser that admitted to molesting his daughter for 7 years was sentenced to, ready for this, 4 months. How sick is this world?

The man will also be able to return to his home after his big frickin’ sentence, which means that poor little girl will get to live with this mother fuddrucker again. I am so sick of seeing this kind of punishment. You know what, why don’t we tie his ass up and stick something way up his keaster as he screams no, no, no. Let’s see how he likes it, and then pretend we are deaf when he cries out for help.

So sorry if my rage is offensive to anyone, but the thought of any child being treated like this makes me see red. I am also getting an earful from The Big Guy while I write this. I swear, he would go to jail if anyone ever touched any of our girls. He is throwing 4 letter words around right and left, apparently we are moving out of Maryland due to this.

He is so damn cute sometimes, especially when he is all, “Nobody messes with my girls or wife. You guys mean everything to me”. What a good man!

Here is a link to the article:Capital Online

DoggyMama wrote a funny post about search terms used by readers to stumble upon her site. Flippin’ funny! The Big Guy and I always have a good laugh when we index our site stats to see what was searched to reach my Gaga site. Yes, this is considered our smokin’ hot foreplay. LOL.

First of all, before I write the list, I need to share with you this very big secret, Kendra James is a porn star. To bad that aint me! Yes, I share a name with a very lovely, wholesome, young nasty ass girl who is featured in many XXX films.

Kendra James is apparently a popular name though, many searches for it. There was also a famous police brutality case in California a few years back. The unfortunate girls name was, yes you guessed it, Kendra James. Again, obviously not me, but very busy on the search engines.

Now on to Gaga for Lulu. Damn, even I cringed at some of the search terms. What in the hell do I write about? My kids will think I am more than crazy one day when they peruse through my babbling and rants of what I call writing!

Here we go:

1. penish medicine- I suggest you sterilize with alcohol and put that thing away for a while!

2. redheads and sex- Yes, redheads do everything better and yes, the carpet matches the drapes! Hahaha.

3. MILF- The Big Guy thinks so. Haven’t taken a poll lately, I will get back to you.

4. big butt chest explode- Big butt, check. Chest explode, nope. I have no flippin’ clue what the hell this person was looking for. But I would venture to guess some very wrong pictures. LOL.

5. little nappie girl models- Sick mother fuddrucker!!!!

6. baby has red hair, does it change- What is wrong with a little carrot top?

7. pee nighties- ????

8. belly hurts when going poop- Well then, my advice is, push it on out. Have yourself a good one. I could give you The Big Guy’s number to offer some strategies!

9. did lulu get a nose job?- I don’t know. Does she need one?

10. pee accidents in the car- Not since I was 19 and inebriated out of my mind. I might have eatin’ some mushrooms that went bad that night also. Oh hell, those were the days. We had so much flippin’ fun. (don’t judge, life is short, I am a good girl now though)

11. pabst smir- Not my favorite activity or beer.

and 12. hot moms in keds- No, I don’t own a pair, but I am one hot smokin’ fine ass mamma who likes a little lovin’. Haha.

Last week I shared with you my boo hoo story about my doctors visit. The one where I started a new medicine for anxiety. Effexor to be exact. I have been totally flippin’ Effexorized. OMG, I am so much calmer. No more chest pains or crazy maniac yelling fits.

Thank the sweet pink mother of pearl. M3 even looked at me tonight and said, “Mommy, I like you today, you haven’t been yelling and you let us do more fun stuff. I love you, you are a cool Mommy”. Ugh, I guess I was a little too stressed out if even the kids noticed!

The Big Guy and I took The Babe and M3 to Target this afternoon. By the way, he expressed his gripes about the trip on his site. Funny, we write about the same topics but with a different take on the situations. Well damn, I hope we are not morphing into one person, I find that so annoying. The couples that finish each others sentences and dress alike. Annoying!!

I wander in my own head sometimes, focus Kendra. Target. As I was sipping on my sodas and perusing the spring clothes, I realized I have become THAT type of Mommy. The one that lets her kids run up and down the aisle and hide in the middle of the clothing racks. The one that just doesn’t seem to frickin’ care if the kids are speaking in a playground voice or singing out of tune loud enough for the man buying hearing aid batteries to turn in my direction. Oh hell, what has come of me?

I will tell you, Effexor. It is great for my anxiety and OCD, not a real diagnosis, just a hunch, but not so great for my giving a shit. My house was totally trashed this afternoon by The Tribe. I couldn’t walk without stepping over something. The Babe emptied every piece of her wardrobe on to the flippin’ floor and I just smiled and took a picture of her very inappropriate dress up outfit. The Boss broke 2 bracelets and the beads bounced all over the very dusty and dirty wood floors.

I am in a pickle! I feel so damn good right now, but am worried I am a little too chill. I know the medicine will level out in the next few weeks, but until then, I just don’t give a big ol’ flying shiznit about a damn thing.

Where is Scooby Doo when you need him? This is a mystery. Who invaded my body and stole my crazy, maniac ass, fly of the handle, obsessive, always in control and forever neat brain?

I have decided to try to enjoy the ride. I will surrender to the sweet serotonin and norepinephrine that is being regulated in my brain. I will take that little grey and pink pill every morning with hopes of continuing my streak of happy go lucky mommying. I will stop worrying about something that has made a positive damn difference in my life. I will just let it be for a while, something I haven’t done in a long ding dang time!

I’d like to dedicate this song to all my fellow mommy bloggers: