Monday, April 7, 2014

This ain't no Joke!

Yes I know the title is not grammatically correct but seriously, Caffeine withdrawals really, ain't no joke.  I'm really not feeling good AT ALL!!!

I was diagnosed with Rheumatoid Arthritis in 2010 and I chose not to go on any of those medications that are suppose to help.  The reason for this is simple they are not good for you.  I mean why would I want to put some crazy stuff in my body that could cause more problems than just knee pain.  So I decided that I would try to control it with diet.  I did really good with not having caffeine, or gluten until I got pregnant with Pip in 2011, then I just couldn't help myself I needed cupcakes, brownies and Mexican food.  These things didn't bother me while I was pregnant, other than morning sickness pretty much the entire 9 months, I never felt better.

Now my knee pain is hindering my ability to play with my son like I would like, so I'm back to trying to adjust my diet.  One thing that causes flare ups is caffeine.  I love coffee and coke and chocolate.  I usually can't get going in the morning with out a tall mug of coffee, well I haven't had any coffee or coke (soda) since Saturday morning and my head is throbbing!!!! 

I'm also trying to cut out the gluten because it's EVIL too.  I love pasta and biscuits and I've already confessed my love of Chick-fil-a.  Oh this is going to be a toughie. Maybe I'll just eat vegetables there's really nothing in them right?

Sorry I know I was all into the April Blog a Day Challenge for 3 days but I don't think I can really commit to something that permanent so you'll get a post when I can actually think of something to write that's on topic.

Thursday, April 3, 2014

If tomorrow never comes

It's Day 3 of the April Blog Challenge with Karissa at A Fresh Start on a Budget.  Wow this one is tougher than yesterday. 

If you knew tomorrow was your last day on Earth what 3 things would you do?

It would definitely be a bitter sweet thing.  I would be excited because I get to see my Papa again and I'd get to meet Jesus and be able to have my voice of an angel.  I would be heartbroken because my Pip would grow up without his Mama.  So.....

First things First                                    
I would sit in the rocking chair with my little man and smother him with kisses and hugs and tell him what an amazing little boy he is and how much I love him.

Second thing next
I'd pack the 3 of us into the car and drive to the beach.  I'd sit there on the beach, without an umbrella, cause you know it's my last day and all so at that point who cares about sun damage, holding my husband's hand and we'd watch Pip build sand castles and splash in the water.

Last things last
We'd have dinner with my Mama and Granny at Chick-fil-a cause it's my last meal and I adore
Chick-fil-a. #1 with a Sweet tea, please. I'd tell them all how much I love them and how I'm sorry for all the times a wasn't very nice. 
"So I made a promise to myself
To say each day how much she means to me
And avoid that circumstance
Where there's no second chance to tell her how I feel"
Garth Brooks
Ok so now that I've gotten all emotional thinking about this. What would you do if you knew Tomorrow would never come?

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

This is my life

Ok so it's Day 2 of the April Blog a Day Challenge with Karissa at A Fresh start on a budget I think this one is going to be difficult for me.  This is the story of my life in 300 word or less.

I was born a Southern Belle, no really I was, My mama had me prissified from the moment I came into this world.  I'm an only child, yes I was, and sometimes still am a SPOILED BRAT! I lived my first 7 years in Thomasville, GA with my Mom and my Dad and then we moved to McAllen, TX.  I was the only English speaking blondie in my class.

We lived there a total of 6 months until my parents got divorced and my mom and I moved to Orlando, FL.  Orlando is the place that shaped me.  I never really "fit" in. I was bullied from 4th grade (thank you braces) until I graduated high school. (That's another post). 

After graduation we moved to New Smyrna Beach, FL where I attended Photography school (lot a good that did me).  I had BIG dreams of becoming a photographer and moving to NYC (God had greater plans). 

I met my husband while working for Clinique in May 2005, we were engaged May of 2007 and married the same day May 2008.  Three days later our entire lives were packed up and moving to New Jersey. I fought for 2 years to get out of there and finally realized that was where God wanted me.  We got into a great church and met some amazing people. 

                                                  (Please Pardon the duck lips, I was "Vogueing")

Finally, in 2012 our Pip was born. No that's not his real name. He is the best thing that ever happened to us. I know every parent thinks their kid is the most amazing, smartest kid there ever was, but really ours is.


After, 5 years of tears, threats (I told you I was a spoiled brat) and A LOT of prayers, a door finally opened up down south and our little family packed up and headed to Dixie. Well, it's not actually Dixie cause there's still a TON of northerners here, which really helps my Jersey boy with the transition.  At least people aren't as rude and they say please and thank you and everyone is Ma'am and Sir.  I love it!

What's your story?  

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

No Voice of an Angel (yet)

Karissa at A Fresh Start on a Budget has started the April Blog Challenge: To blog everyday in April.  I'm usually not good at these things but Here's hoping.

What Talent do you wish you had but don't?

Oh Boy!  I LOVE TO SING!!! In middle school my BFF and I decided we were going to start a band.  We actually went as far as bought a keyboard and learned the words to all of our favorite songs.  This was back in the days of tape decks when you'd rewind, play, rewind, play so we could actually understand and learn all the words.  No one ever wanted to crush our dreams but we COULDN'T SING!

Fast forward to current day, I still love to sing and I sing really loud in church and I don't care who hears me, cause I'm singing for the Lord, and he doesn't mind that I can't carry a tune in a bucket. I would love to be able to get up on stage at church and have people brought to tears by how beautiful my voice is, and not because I'm making their ears bleed.  The good things is I do know that when I get to Heaven The Lord is going to give me that voice of an Angel that I've always wanted. Until then, I'll just keep trying.

What talent do you wish for?

Friday, March 28, 2014

Flashback Friday - A letter to Pip.

Dear Pip,
This is the story of your life.  You came into this world two weeks early. Boy! Were you a surprise to mama and daddy, but we were so excited to finally get to hold you in our arms.

From the moment mama got pregnant you were a handful.  Mama was REALLY sick the first 3 months and lost 7lbs. By 15 weeks she was already feeling you ninja kicking her and you never stopped, a few times mama thought you were going to kick your way out. You wouldn’t let mama touch chicken but you sure did love tacos and brownie with chocolate frosting. The Tuesday before you were born mama finally hit the 20 lbs mark.

Mama’s water broke at 9:30pm on Thursday March 1st.  Our plan was to stay home as long as possible to make sure you could come into this world as natural as possible.  Thinking you would take your time and we would have 18-24 hours before you got here daddy decided he would start “nesting”  He started a load of laundry (we hadn’t packed our hospital bags yet), vacuum the floor and clean the bathroom. Mama wasn’t having contractions yet so JoAnn, our midwife told mama to get some rest and if they didn’t start by morning to come in the office.  Well within an hour back labor started and was 8 minutes apart. Daddy continued to clean and mama yelled at him “It’s all about me! Focus on me!” In actuality it was all about you sweet boy. Within the next hour the contractions went from 8 to 5 to 3 minutes apart.  JoAnn told us to get to the hospital. 

Pop Pop was there and had to drive us because Mama needed daddy in the backseat to try and help her feel comfortable.  Pop Pop took corners on 2 wheels, ran red lights and cut off the security guard at the hospital.  Grandma and Pop pop left us and we went to check in.  The nurse at the front desk asked if she could help us. “YES! I’m in labor” Another nurse ran out and helped me to a tub room.  Our intentions were to have a water baby but you weren’t giving us any time for that.  JoAnn came in, nurses hooked mama up to monitors and JoAnne told me I was ready to start pushing. “Really!” After an hour and a half of pushing the monitor started going off.  Your heart rate was dropping.  JoAnne said we couldn’t wait for the next contraction mama had to push.  There you were with the cord wrapped around your neck twice.  It was scary but Mama and Daddy were so blessed to have a beautiful, healthy baby boy.  You are truly a miracle.        
We love you little man!


Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Wordless Wednesday - My whole heart


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                                       5 Minutes for Mom   
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Tuesday, March 25, 2014

I'll try again tomorrow

When Pip was born I nursed on demand and let him fall asleep while nursing. I never looked at this as a bad thing. I loved every moment of nursing, we'll almost every part, not the part of only sleeping a few hours a night and Pip not being able to fall asleep on his own.

After his first birthday I talked to my midwife and she mentioned how she was able to get her little girl to fall asleep on her own within 3 days. I was desperate for some sleep so I gave it a try.
The first day I laid him in the crib and rubbed his back until he finally fell asleep,which took a long time because he kept sitting up and making sure I wasn't going to leave him. 

The each night you are suppose to move further from the crib and just shush him until you are completly out the door, we'll that didn't work so I had to keep rubbing his back. Finally, after about a week he was able to fall asleep on his own. That lasted until, well, we moved.

Pip is now two and I have to rock him until he's completely asleep, which can sometimes take an hour. As much as I love this kid, I don't want to be rocking an eighteen year old to sleep and he needs to be able to put himself to sleep again but it seriously breaks my heart when I lay him in bed and he's bawling asking me to rock him. So I pick him up and we'll try again tomorrow. 

How did you get your kid to go to sleep on his own?  I'll try anything.