What If…The Roles Were Reversed?

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So my husband called me today to tell me something he thought I would find funny. And what he proceeded to talk to me about I thought was not only funny, but it definitely got me thinking. My husband is an Account Manger for a large beverage company, so he has his own route and knows what the area looks like and the type of people that typically frequent the area. He informed me, that today at a convention center by one of his accounts, they were having a large business convention today. First thing that popped in my mind since we live in “flashy” southern California, is, “oh there’s probably either a lot of rich people there or a lot of people thinking they’re rich there.” He informed me that there was an abundance of business men in suits pulling up in Bentley’s, Ferrari’s, Lamborghini’s, and so on. I proceeded to roll my eyes. You see, I’m a down to earth, doesn’t hardly wear make-up if ever, almost minimalist type of girl. So whenever I see people trying to flash their money around like they’re some sort of king it pretty much disgusts me. I mean why do you REALLY need a car that costs more than what a lot of people make in a year?! Not to mention the maintenance on a piece of machinery like that costs!

Anyways, back to the story, my husband also informed me that there has suddenly become a shmorgishborg of tightly clothed women in the area all of a sudden…hmmm. Why’s that you ask? Good question I don’t get it either! A lot (not all, I know there’s probably a select few that still have a heart), but most of them are so consumed with themselves and their money, how could you possibly, find that attractive? Then my husband mentioned the really funny part, “what if the roles were reversed?” Here’s the current picture: men all covered up from neck to toe in a suit, socks and shoes, being “business men,” then there’s the women wearing as little as legally possible, trying to “act as if they’re in the same area, at the same time, for something, coincidently.” But here’s the question, what if the women were all dressed from neck to toe in business suits, and the men were wearing as little as legally possible? Would it be looked at the same? And why are there always a large group of women that flock to “business men” like that, hoping and wasting their life trying to get with these guys for their money. If the money is really what these women want, if they spent all the time they waste trying to find that “rich man” on going to school and getting a degree and ACTUALLY using it, they wouldn’t have to whore themselves out, and they could find a real man that will actually love them, and show affection to them, like I’m sure these women, also, want.

I know some people may not agree with me on all of this, but that’s ok! That’s what makes the world go around…I guess. 🙂 But I’m sure there is one thing we can all agree on, is it would be pretty funny to see men trying to flaunt everything if the roles where reversed!

What are your thoughts on seeing things like this?

Watching My Baby Boy Sleep

Becoming a first time mother has truly changed my life in more ways than I can explain. When I first met my dreamy husband, we were both in the military. Before I met him I never sincerely understood the meaning or “felt” the meaning of what it means when you say, ” I would do anything for you, I would die for you.”. That is until I met him and it hit me. It’s not really anything that can be explained until you’ve felt or experienced it. Well, I also never thought I could love someone so much as I did him, until we had our little miracle. I used to never want kids. (Another thing my husband naturally made my feelings change about, not sure how it happened, it just did). And sometimes in life, those are the best moments! But when I heard his first breath (cry) and met our baby boy for the first time, all I could do was cry! Now that he’s growing up, and it’s all happening WAY to fast, I cherrish all the moments I have with him. When I go and check on him while he’s napping, I can’t help but to just stand there over his crib, and watch him sleep. He’s such a perfect little angel, it’s painful! Not in a bad way, but it’s just overwhelming to look at him sometimes because he’s so amazing! I know I’ve become one of those crazy parents that does nothing but talk about their child all the time, but that’s ok with me! It’s all worth it, he’s worth it, because he amazes me and teaches me so much each and every day.

In what ways has your child changed your life?

Don’t Set Delivery Expectations

No matter how many articles you read and classes you take, you’ll NEVER be prepared for anything that gets thrown at you while you’re in labor. Here are a few things I went through. First, I ended up getting Cervidil (a pill they insert to help you dialate) because I was so uncomfortable, I could barley walk or sleep, and I wasn’t dialating. Then it took me 38, yes that’s right, 38 hours to barley get dialated to a 6. Then, once I was starting to REALLY feel those lovely contractions, not only was my baby boys’ heart rate dropping every time I had one, but for about 3-4 hours, I wasn’t dialating any more. At this point I was in so much pain, I can’t even explain it! No WORDS could EVER explain those pains! This is what I was told and thought: “as soon as you get to about a 5, we will call the specialist in for your epidural so we can make sure they get here in time. Well, that lovely specialist was running late…….an HOUR LATE!!! Do you know how long 60 minutes REALLY is when you’re in THAT MUCH PAIN?! So by the time the specialist got there I’m at a 6 but feeling like I’m a 20, and the nurses are telling me to use other words because they don’t want me scarying other mothers, and finally I got my epidural. Which she had a hard time placing it in me, and my husband had to sit down because he was turning whiter than casper. I finally started feeling relief from my epidural and then, my strong little boy started kicking my ribs! And some how, I felt just a little above where the epidural stopped blocking the pain. It seriously felt like he was trying to break my ribs!! After all this chaos, I still wasn’t dialating any more, and the Dr. gave us the option to do an emergency c-section. Well we didn’t like how our little dudes heart rate kept going down with every contraction, and I was over being in labor, at 38 hours, so we decided to go for it. Which we are glad we did because we later on found out that his umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck. But let me tell you what, that was one of the scarriest experiences ever! Some how right when they got me into the surgery room my vein blew so they had to re-set my IV and they for some reason couldn’t find a good vein. Then the surgery began…. I couldn’t feel a thing other than I could kind of tell that my body was being moved around a bit, but then once they had me open I experienced a couple things I would prefer to not experience again! Some of this I can’t remember, but according to my angel of a husband, being such a trooper and staying right by my side through all of this, I only choked for maybe 1 second, but it felt as if the wind had gotten knocked out of me. I also felt a crazy amount of pressure in my shoulders and then I couldn’t breathe. It felt like forever and then I vomited. After that I apparently passed out, then the second I heard my baby boy cry, I woke up! It was the most exhilarating, beautiful, angelic, noise, I’d ever heard. I don’t share this story to scare anyone, but to tell you what could realistically happen. I wish I could have found something like this to open my eyes a little.

Do you have a crazy delivery story? Or did this help you with going to labor and delivery?

Naptime Getaway

Let me start off by saying just a quick disclosure, I love my son, adore him, and wouldn’t change my life for the world! That being said, there are just some days where I really look forward to his naptime. It gives me a chance to take a little break or “getaway” from the same cartoons (that I have all the songs memorized to), the same books that he loves read over and over, or those days where you really just can’t comfort him. Take today for example, he’s been fighting a cold or something with a fever, hasn’t been wanting to eat as much as he usually does (which let me tell you, that boy can put away food!). And he has two molars coming in, one on each side. So, long story short, there really was no consoling him this morning. Sometimes he can be a very independent little dude, which I am very thankful for! And today all he wanted, even though I wanted to comfort him and help him feel better, was to be left alone. So I started doing some dishes, and after a couple of minutes, peeked over our kitchen counter to check on him, and found him passed out with his beloved giraffe. Even though I hate to see our little peanut butter (I’ll explain the name in another post, another day) sick, I do have to say that I do take advantage of his naptimes when he’s sick because they usually last 4-5 hours, on a good day that is. Which gives me more time to sew, blog, clean, and cook! I’m sorry you’re not having a good day baby boy, but thank you for the extra time! It’s a nice treat every once in awhile!

What do you enjoy doing during your little ones nap time?

A Different “State” Of Mind

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Not as many people live in the same city and or state they were born or grew up in, like they used to years ago. But sometimes family that may still live there or other reasons may bring us back to our “roots.”I grew up and was born in Washington, and had been back and forth with living there and a few other places in the past couple of years. I currently live in southern California, and it’s a bit of a culture shock compared to Washington in more than just the obvious ways like, weather, cost of living, etc. Just recently my husband, son, and I made a trip back up to Washington, and now that I have a kid, there are a lot of new and different things we pay attention to. We were strolling through a local mall and noticed a few different things that we knew we didn’t like about California. One, which is a huge pet peeve of ours, is when you’re walking on the right side of the right hallway in any type of store and someone is coming towards you in what would be considered in America, the wrong way, that person should move out of the way. Am I right?! I mean, you wouldn’t purposefully drive down the wrong side on the freeway right?! We noticed in the mall and even other stores in Washington, that people sub-conciously moved over, but in California, a majority of the people don’t, they expect you to move for them, and if you don’t some of them will straight up mad dog you! Which I feel is just plain rude! Another thing we noticed in Washington that we don’t see or hear down in California, is most parents conversing with their children, and the children replying and also being polite and using their manners toward their parents. Now I’m not saying EVERYONE does or doesn’t do this, it was just a significant amount and noticeable amount more, that were doing this as opposed to not down in California. There were many other things we noticed like this during our trip. It just really got me thinking, these states aren’t that far away and they’re even on the same coast, but there’s just a huge difference in “parenting ways.”.

Do you agree or disagree with this? Have you ever noticed this or the opposite while traveling?

I’ve Got A Feeling!

One of the many things I found interesting and intriguing about sewing is all the items you can make that you can actually use, on a daily basis! Which is really what got me wanting to sew. I mean how cool would it be if someone complimented you on something whether it be something you’re wearing, something you use, or something you have in your home, and instead of most peoples response being “oh I got it at….” (And you probably just sang the “I got it at Ross” jingle, I know I did!) you could say, “oh Thank You! I made it!”. That feeling of pride and accomplishment would just be overwhelming! I feel like too many people have switched their pride in what used to be something people made themselves to “high dollar designers.”. Nowadays, when people hear of high dollar designers, people think, “wow” or their eyes light up, and some of you I know even get giddy about that purse or special pair of jeans. I don’t know about you, but I’ve had some of these ” high dollar designer” clothes, and I’ll be honest, a lot of the time, they either don’t fit right, they don’t last long, or my favorite (since I’m a taller chick) you have to get size XL just for something to fit, and I know I’m not an XL! So, I’ve decided to make my own things, so not only can I pick the pattern, how it fits, and if I want some bling on my shiznit, but my eyes will light up once I have that final product, and I will be able to use or wear it with much more pride, than letting someone else take all the credit!

Have you ever made something, for yourself or others, and felt this way?

Change In Scenery

So I knew back when I first started my blog, that it was something I really wanted to do but, I couldn’t put my finger on what I wanted my blog to consist of. I’ve always enjoyed fitness and health, but there’s so many people out there that think their way is “the right way” and well, I’ve just decided my or my families way is what’s right for us! :). Anyways, I still had this passion to write a blog but the question was, about what? What do I enjoy doing? What could I have fun doing every day? What could I teach people about? And then it came to me! Sewing!! I’ve always wanted to learn how to sew. Growing up my grandma and aunt were always sewing some sort of clothing, pillow cases, quilts, and so many other things! I just recently got a part time job at JoAnn Fabrics and my passion for sewing blossomed! Of course the discount is an awesome perk! Who couldn’t deny that?! But the thing that really excites me, is while cashiering, it’s crazy to see all the different projects people get and to hear about everything they make! My first Christmas of making and sewing all the gifts from scratch or by hand, I had an overwhelming, weird, but amazing feeling at the fact that I put something together, sewed it, and now someone will be able to use it! It was the most accomplished and proud feeling I’ve ever had, next to giving birth to my baby boy, but that’s another category! :). So this is what’s got me so amped up about sewing: for one, not as many people know how to sew any more, and I think more people should! Two, there’s no right or wrong way to sew! If you find something that works for you or makes things easier for u, well kudos!! And three, it’s just so fun to be able to make something that you or someone could use! So here’s to the start of my journey from learning how to sew and different tips and tricks! I will try and post some pictures and tutorials to help you either learn with me or how to do things an easier way. Also if you have anything you’d like to see made or have any tips or tricks, please leave them in the comments below so myself and other followers can learn!!:)