You are my Boogaloo!

So I had to stop and think, which is something I do often now. I bought another copy of the best of the Dead Milkmen, again. The Dead Milkmen are a band I began listening to at the sweet age of 10. My friends older brother had a song on a mix tape called “Bitchin’ Camero”. A few years later the radio played “Punk Rock Girl”. I liked it better. Punk Rock Girl had me at “we’ll dress like Mini Pearl”. Here it is many years, songs, and lyrics later I still think I am 23. This is something that I have been struggling with. How in the world could I be turning 30? I still read my Spin Magazine, that the man bought for me before I got married. I am wearing my Joan Jett black T-shirt. You know I am listening to Handsome Boy Modeling school, and the Rilo Kiley on my CD player, with 1990s and Peter,Bjorn, and John on my Ipod. (yes, they are all bands.) When I blink again, there is the scary side of reality, the dishes in the sink, the laundry up to my eyeballs and my one year old.
For a Christmas party, I colored my highlights “magenta”. It looked pretty with my sweater and jeans that I purchased for just the occasion. I had a good time with it. Now that the party is over, and the color has faded…I am having second thoughts about it. When I got to church today I sat down and family with a young girl sat next to us. The Girl saw my one year old and waved at her with a smile. The smile faded and she began to look confused. She pointed to my hair “Your hair has color in it, all over?” I think it was more of a statement, but she was confused. I have never thought twice about my Blue hair, Pink hair, or the sassy Reds. I had to question myself, do
mom’s have Magenta colored hair? It was okay to have colors all over my hair, because I was young, in my 20’s. Last night I only got two hours of sleep. This isn't because I was out at a club watching a band I REALLY wanted to see. My one year old got sick, and she was so sad. She gave me her sideways smile and cuddled up to me so she could sleep easier, because I was mommy and my love makes her feel better. Sometimes I think that its hard for me to understand how I can be me that it took me forever to become, and to be the mommy i need to be. It's getting easier for me to combine the two and its a whole lot easier with my sweetie, my monkey, my favorite shoe, my boogaloo...My little love EV.

I Wear My Sunglasses Inside

Anybody who knows me knows that at some time in the 80's I loved 2 things, the music, AND one of the Two Corey's. I too was in loved The Lost Boys the first of several movies involving Corey Feldman, and Corey Haim. Which Corey was I in favor of? Corey Haim of course. Feldman was too over the top for me, although now I have no idea how I know that he was the Voice of the puppy hound in Fox and The Hound. What made Corey Haim a better Corey?? There was the Silver Bullet where he played a crippled boy trying to beat a Werewolf. AMAZING, I really thought he was crippled. He had such star quality. He had a quirky sense of humor and a crooked smile that made the girls SWOON. One of my old friends said that Feldman was hard core and I had to remind her that the Micheal Jackson phase was just sick and not "hard core". The Two Corey's have not had a hit in like 20 years, so since I am always hell bent on reliving the memories of my childhood(ie. Jem and the Holograms and She-Ra and leg warmers) I tuned into watch what crazy antics these two were going to get into. First off Corey Haim arrives and takes a limo to Feldman's a scene in which Haim is promptly insulted. The Limo driver can not place what movies he was in. Secondly we see that Haim is a slob, mud on carpet, and Cigarette butts in a half drank glass of something. I think the saddest part of this show is when Haim has to go get his drivers license and Feldman is quizzing him about driving. Feldman asks "what do you do when your care Hydroplanes?" in which Haim answers."pump the break". Okay, this is the saddest part of the story. I'm watching this scene and thinking...wow talk about a License To Drive moment in which that the question that is asked of Haim in that movie, and THAT is the TOTAL WRONG answer that he gives, resulting in him failing his written exam. Feldman quickly replied, "WRONG! That is the question you FAILED on License to Drive so you should KNOW that answer!" Again I called it. The Man witnessed this sad victory. I love anything that is a Corey and Corey production, but seeing how I loved them in 1989 and here it is almost 20 years later...I was hoping for some lasting sweet moments like aging rock stars in their final tour, sadly this is not it. With each episode I begin to be more and more depressed. I fear I wasted my childhood.

Oh say can you SEE...my eyes if you can then My hairs too short

I have decided that I am going to be leaving my job as a chiropractors asst. It's been good since I have learned how to bill insurance, and develop x-rays and deal with patients...all the people from crazy town. Anyway I have decided to stick with what I know...Hair and whatever else comes to mind to complain about...but mostly hair i suppose. So anybody colored their hair lately?

Let Me Get What I Want...This Time

The Man has a lot of crap. A LOT of crap. We live in a smaller apartment, and it's over run by crap. With the baby I told him that it was either his "stuff" or the Kiddo, and honestly I was on the Kiddos side. There are things that come up that the Man has asked for that I think are just more toys. The thing that is the most beloved of the Crap is the joint collection of music. OH it is a music lover paradise. There is the techno section, the Chick band section, the 80's electro pop, the Indie, the soundtracks, the old school, the Ska and everything inbetween.

A few months ago, the Man read that there was such a thing as an Iphone...brought to you by the people who make Ipods. I have often been jealous by the person who owns one. REALLY why in the world would someone like my self NOT own one. I mean really, you can put hundreds of songs on it and have them all at your finger tips. When the Man asked if he could get him one of them Iphones when they are released in June, my response was "SURE!! when you wife gets that Ipod she's always wanted" When he asked about a BBq'er he wanted. i said "sure ya can have that, WHEN your wife gets an Ipod she needs." the IPOD response had been effective, until now. For my birthday last week the man surprised me with the tiniest and prettiest Ipod shuffle. A mere 100 songs at a time works for me. I change my taste of music like I change my underwear. The dainty Ipod clips to where ever i need it so that I can ride a bike, walking around Walmart, or working in the garden. There is nothing like walking around in the world listening to Matisyaho's "king without a crown". Its like I have my own Mix tapes that go on and on and on. I have to admit I like walking into a room with your own personal theme songs, like in the movies. Or listening to the soundtrack of your life as you are LIVING your life. How have I lived so many years with out this precious little thing? It's a blessing it has come into my life. EVEN my baby is amazed that there is BIG sounds coming out of this little thing. You know now when the man now says he wants something... I have to say yes. I mean he got his wife the Ipods she loves.

I Don't Need Another Tube Of Dime Store, Lipstick Shade of Red

Has anybody had to sit at home all day? Seriously there is a reason it is day time TV and it is being shown between the hours of 9-5. All crap. It's urging you to go and get out of the house and do something between those hours. Like a job, or a hobby or ANYTHING. I have listened to the new CD by the Scissor Sisters(discolicious) and the Shins(dreamy). I have been listening to a lot of other stuff, while I have been staying home. So this is what it is like to not work, and sit around waiting for your spawn to show up. Just an update...nothing yet. No baby. Believe me, I would more happy then anybody to be rid of the baby. I am the one that is Hauling around the 10 pound ham, that I can't see around, reach around, bend around. SERIOUSLY...I want this baby out of me. I am due this weekend so, there for no work for me. Thus, the day time TV. I turn it on to have noise on whilst I launder the clothes, wash the bathroom, and figure out which of the Man's many boxes of crap I am going to get rid of without him knowing just to make room for the baby's crap. Le sigh...no baby yet.

Soon our duo will become three

I have made it through the Holidays in one peice, actually it looks like two peices. I am so close to actually having this baby I feel like an old pro. We have done the regular things that people do when they are having their first baby, we have been shopping for diapers. I made the Man take a birthing class, where he had to sit through several videos of women in Labor just so he knows what he is getting into. I have made the man show up to a few Doctors appointments, especially the one where he found out that barbies are in his near future. I have even woken him up in the middle of the night to roll me over. HEY being preggers is not easy when you are trying to roll over in bed. Now seeing that we are at a 4-5 weeks count down, here are things that I have learned about being great with monkey in Utah county.


1) Your belly is out there for EVERYone to touch.
It's interesting, I had no idea that when your belly gets to a certing GIRTH, people feel that they have the right to touch it, shake it, or pound on it. I wish there was some snappy remark I could come up with when people start feeling the belly up. I am somethimes the best at one liners, but this is a conversation stopper.


2) Everybody has a horror story.
You would think that there wouldn't be so many women willing to have children in this world with all of the terrible things that women have told me about giving birth to them. You know what? Telling me these stories is NOT going to stop me from hatching, and further more...why would they tell me such things when there is CLEARLY no going back at this point?? Trust me I have tried, but I have been told that really its too late and I am just going to have to do it.

3) Natual is the way to go.
This is such a trendy thing right now, no drugs when you are in labor. The big thing to get you through this painful experience is Hypno Birthing...Its suppose to keep you in a focused, relaxed situation so when you have the baby you are alert enough to become instant mother. Uh guess what? No. You know I realize that women use to do it all the time, but God put drugs on this earth, so I can take advanage of it. I have insisted that the second I walk into the Hospital, they hook me up to the drugs and just KEEP EM COMMIN'.

4) All advice is the best advice.
I realize that this is my first. I realize that this is my husbands first. I realize that we also have big signs strapped to our backs stateing that we need all the advice we can get. Thats right we were silly in the first place waiting until we were about 30 to get married, so that stands to reason we need to be told all the ways to handle a baby. Look, its great that people are freely telling me how to raise a baby, but if you have just one...and ONLY ONE, how likely is it I am going to take your advice over say someone who has...well 10. Trust me there are people out there with 10 kids, I have met them and see them often. Besides I was a first baby, the eldest of 4 kids and you know what my mom says about that? "You were the Guinea Pig...tehe" I figure that is what the first baby is, and that is what they will be.


5) Oh! Your Pregnant?
Oh! you just thought I was fat? There is no way that they are going to get out of this without me saying something. I CLEARLY look like I am about to pop any second now. Really there is no reason for ANYBODY to NOT know. SERIOUSLY if people are rubbing the belly for luck and wishing on my belly...saying this is not acceptable. My response is usually "no, duh...i am just fat for the hell of it". Oh and for the record, walking into a room eyeballing me and yelling "whoa, when are due, your Huge" that doesn't make me like you.

This is what I am currently hearing, or feeling. The last month has been really interesting, I have been really kind about most of it. I kind of wonder what ever happened to people learning "tact". Apparently its dead in Utah county. There are more, but for this post...that is all I am going to say. I should really take off now, since the baby has found a few major organs and insists on pounding on them.

I'm a barbie girl in a barbie world...

I never thought in a million years I would get married. Then at the same time I never thought in a million years that I would be having a monkey. These days I have decided that this is no longer and alien of sorts that I am spawing...more of monkey. I found out that I was great with monkey on 060606. I thought that was funny until every time I go the the doctors it looks like the heavens have opened up and dumped on us. Last Thursday was no exception. There was snow!! The last week of summer and there was SNOW! I thought it was a bad sign. This thing was going to be born with a 666 birth mark. Our own personal hellion. I was close! In the ultra sound there was a wiggly blob that the nurse pointed out the different parts...the arm, the leg, a foot...and there it was. Its a girl. THE MAN looked so proud of him self. I will let him be that way until I am in the throws of labor "LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO ME!!!". It looks like I have trained him a little in the mean time. Example...when I shake my head "no" and shake my hands like I am drying my nails and and say "ahhhhh uhhhhhhh" he immediatly clears me a path to the toilet.

Back to the Ultra sound. So the nurse said "it's a girl", and the Man smiles. Now me being a girl, growing up with girls, and having a neice...ie a girl, I have learned a thing or two. The Man has no idea what he is getting into with her. I felt obligated to clue him in, "Start learning to play barbies, and Tea cups." That is his own personal hellion now. :)