this random post just might reflect my random thoughts..

August 31st, 2010

feeling a little better.. ok.. a lot better.. it has actually been a long while since I felt like that.. and you forget about it.. until you feel like scum for one day.. and remember how long its been since you had indeed.. felt like that..  

I was able to get a good solid 12 hours.. (sorry to those mamas reading this that don’t get sleep yet)  and olive is still waking up.. aka 11:00 am.. I know I should wake her.. but that girl has been off for 4 days now.. and she needs her rest.. 

why is it that when you come out of a sickness.. you crave the most random thing.. like Pink Schweppes ginger-ale.. or really buttery popcorn.. like the stuff my mama made me when I was up there last?

ok.. now I want pink Schweppes ginger-ale.. and it is only available in the Canadas!! grrr. when I do finally move home.. and you randomly see me in a restaurant eating milestones eggs benny.. spiked frapps.. poutine and this stuff.. somebody please knock the food out of my hand.. and slap me senseless.. I fear the extra ten pounds I will pack on when I move home.. 

My home smells like folgers and vanilla coffee creamer.. and I am almost ready to take down some breakfast.. and than this house needs somelove.. major love..  my sewing machine is calling out to me.. bring me back upstairs.. and bring all of Olives toys with us!  and this beautiful rain pour outside is something that I am loving!  tucked safe and warm inside the house.. blankies and Rachel rays latest food magazine..  I also learned something new a couple days ago.. and it is called balayage .. it is the hair I have been wanting for some time.. I thought it just consisted of grow out and different coloured foils.. but apparently.. it is an art! and I want it :)

life is beautiful.. until 3:30pm.. when I leave for work..  

oy veh

I’m Aliveeeeeeeeee..

August 30th, 2010

barely.. wow.. what a weekend!! I am blogging it right now so that the sweet memories don’t escape my hazy mind.. while my skin hurts to the touch.. and I am trying not to fall asleep.. so here it is.. one helluva-hen-party.. 

I am thanking my lucky stars that I drove up Friday night.. instead of Saturday.. because traffic was a be-atch..  and that is an understatement.. it took me three hours.. 45 minutes of that was in non stop traffic.. stop and go. while I cursed to the driving gods that I am NEVER coming to Canada again.. unless it is for a marriage or a shower.. of course by the time I arrived.. it was long forgotten.. The  border guard gave me the usual slack because I had forgot to forge the “daddy’s is letting us cross the border” note.. and when she saw my sweet cellophane present on the passenger seat.. she had a chuckle.. I told her they were just sweet Rice Krispie “treats” .. and she let me through.. 

we drove straight to Petes Pizza (best pizza ever in Mission) picked up our order and drove my really antsy daughter to my mommas.. the stag vibe still had not set in.. mostly because I was tired.. missed a work shift.. and Olive screamed “BARNEY” to me any time I tried to turn that mofo off.. went to bed early in prep for the big day.. 

Saturday morning.. I arose to beautiful sweet sunshine.. and a loving text from my hubby 

sorry about the weather bubbas.. 

it was sweet.. because he knows that me and Miss. Sunshine do not calibrate very often.. but lucky for me.. it was sunny enough up here..

I met Nat Nat at the Ikea.. which took me about 8 hours to get to due to Port Mann traffic.. but alas.. we were together.. and it was time to party..  we were due at the Fairmont Pacific Rim at 1:00.. and I knew that even though I was late.. I would be the first one there ;) and i was.. 

we ate.. we laughed.. we talked.. we hot tubed.. we turned the fireplace on and off at least 5 times.. we enjoyed Sangria..  and the orangest oranges I have seen in a while.. 

It was an incredibly relaxing day.. chilling by the pool.. with many a bubbles.. thanks to Miss. Niki :) they were very appreciated.. 

this is me.. (SOOC) child free.. truly relaxed.. 

We moved on to the hotel suite to get ready.. aka.. try and do something with this hot mess of a pool face and hair combo.. I become one of those people who  no longer care what they look like after a pool lounge.. and will go shopping and out for dinner with makeup down my face.. and my wet bathing suit on under my dress.. but I decided to kick it up a notch forMiss. Rahel..  I had to walk to my suitcase in attack-zone.. and grab some essentials.. my remote key battery has been broken for a while.. so I ran to the car.. quickly jumped in .. set off the alarm.. than thought it would be a great idea to quickly get things out of the car..  because that doesn’t look suspicious at all.. setting off a car alarm.. than grabbing things as fast as I can.. I had not realized that i let my suitcase zipper open.. and whipped it out of the car.. only to toss my bras and undies.. and everything else I owned.. onto the dirty cement floor while cars were driving by.. already thinking I was robbing the car.. I gave up defeat in attack-zone.. and shoved everything in .. and just sighed..  continued to get ready and head out for the night.. 

we of course had to stop at Cactus Club for my our absolute favorite Spiked Frapp.. than started off to Sanafir.. (that is probably one of the only pics I am in..)

thankfully since that last time I ate there.. three years ago for Jens stag.. my palette has matured oh so much.. and I wasn’t as terrified of the menu..  Moroccan ribs.. hummus. and butter chicken it was.. but not without a returned favor of a muff diver.. oh yes.. penis cakes and muff divers people! They even brought it out with a candle..

we ate.. we drank.. and we were merry.. the highlight conversation of the night.. 

your allergic to bees?!

I love you Rahel Amanda-Lynn Staeheli..  nothing was sweeter than coming home to a Patio Party at Boston Pizza, Mission.. more great convo.. a 5 year old birthday party.. perogy pizza.. and some sort of stomach bug that 5 of us got from either something we ate.. or someone.. which is worse?!  maybe it was from the mans bald head?!

me and Nat Nat topped off our night with a random bike cab through the streets of Vancouver.. all 10 blocks from the hotel.. (thank you Craig).. it was freezing.. but we had laughter to keep us warm.. that and we were almost rear-ended by a taxi.. that sped up to apologize.. because he could see the fear in our faces.. underneath the smiles that was..  and that poor woman that had to lug us around.. did it with a smile on her face.. and raging dance remix coming out of her speaker systems..  Fairmont Pacific Rim had nothing on us we rolled in at 2am on this!!

but hey.. we were just supporting the locals.. and  that woman had thighs and an ass of steel!!

this is just a random cute photo of olive and daddy backing the car onto the road.. I fear the day that she is the one in the drivers seat :0

its a hen party.. woman only

August 27th, 2010

 I leave for Vancouver once again.. this time.. for some dire need of alone time with the ladies.. and to celebrate a dear friends stag-do… we arecabana’ing it up at the Fairmont Pacific Rim.. and I am already thinking about parking! when did this happen.. I have always been this person who thinks about parking.. and if there’s a spot.. and can I park in it.. cause lord knows (and the fenders on my car knows) that I cannot park a car.. my bags are over packed.. and I am just waiting for the bear bear to rise..  so we can throw ourselves into the mumbo jumbo that is Friday rush hour traffic :0 

Dear sun gods.. 

This is Kacey Haffner-Bruce.. I don’t ask for much.. ok.. starting off with a lie was bad..  but I do ask that you grant me some sunshine tomorrow while I am lying by a beautiful pool.. sipping on Italian sodas.. and catching up with old friends.. did I mention that I am baby free? does that help my cause to you sun gods.. I hope it does.. because this mama needs a little TLC.. 

                                  thank you :)

I also hope that I brought the right clothes.. and I am not the “mom” of the group talking about olives poo cycles and the cute thing she did yesterday.. no seriously.. it was cuter than normal.. 

look out Rahel.. I’m a comin!!

end of an era

August 26th, 2010

why you ask.. not because Sex and the City people got married and had babies.. but because I did two new things in this house.. 

• made banana bread
• brought a new TV into this house

one was easier than the other ;)  this TV is HUGE! me and dust both talked about how we almost had this guilty feeling setting it up.. we aren’t big TV people.. we have only ever been to two movies together since 2001..  and we are rockin limited basic cable.. we set  it up and tried to enjoy Seinfeld on this beast.. and my eyes could not calibrate with the TV.. I didn’t know where to look.. and I felt dizzy.. 

seriously.. I know I will adapt.. but how embarrassing.. almost as embarrassing when I moved to Vancouver by my lonesome and had to call the landlord three months in..

me- my stove is broken..

her- really! how long has it been broke for?

me- not too sure.. this is my first time turning it on!

her- umm.. ok

that’s right people.. I worked full time and my nightly dinner consisted of a bag of puff Cheetos and a diet Pepsi from the 7-11 next to my apartment.. livin the dream!

I am clearly technology behind in some departments.. and the flatscreen tv is one of them.. 

Last night.. I could feel fall creeping in through my windows.. it went from scorcher hot.. to giant gusts of wind blowing throughout the house.. I loved it! I actually had the thought to pull those gross frozen bananas out of the freezer and finally make that banana bread I had been talking about..  Of course I woke up this morning to cloud coverage and cooler weather.. and it was perfect.. I made my coffee.. and started to prep.. you also know its an off morning when you think your coffee is brewing.. and you walk over to see this.. 

lid not even on.. and definitely not brewing.. 

ok.. why did nobody warm me about how gross rotten bananas at room temperature are!  should I have kept them in the fridge.. they were nasty.. I cut off the end with the sharpest knife I could find.. and just poured the goopy sludge out in to the bowl.. and kitchen aid that shit as fast as I could until it formed some kind of banana mess..  of course when I think to hard.. I always mess up the measurements.. and added a tsp of salt instead of a quarter tsp.. but that should have been a given..  the bread was in and smelling delicious.. and I actually cooked it long enough.. I usually get so excited that I pull it early..  and hope for the best..  I even let it cool on a wire rack people! and the product turned out a little something like this.. 

please note that the stove clock says 10:30am.. very unlike me..

I was also hoping for more of a margarine spread like the commercials.. but instead I got butter chunks filled with toast crumbs that look like banana bread acne.. it tasted the same though.. 

the bread turned out ok/good.. not great.. but good. I think i am going to stick to Starbucks loaves for $2.95 a slice ;)

rainy day blues

August 25th, 2010

This may be the last day of sun.. I can feel it.. the weather is going to plummet and Fall will be here :)  but I also know I must take advantage of this one day.. The morning started out rough when Olive chose to wake every hour :0  for reasons unbenounced to me.. tummy.. hip..to warm.. I couldn’t figure it out.. I think I may have shed a tear in the night.. because I woke up with black make up streaming down my face.. is it bad that I don’t recall crying?! 

I especially love the days that I wake up ready to get things cleaned and organized.. I am doing some re arranging.. some organizing.. a lot of throwing out.. and clothes donating.. it is time… why I hold onto clothes that didn’t look good before the baby to begin with.. and now I am going to miraculously love them again.. umm. I think not..

 I love getting ready for fall/winter and “prepping” the house.. locking things up for the year.. it is magical.. a nice warm comforting feeling.. like the first snow fall where you are all locked inside in blankies.. and lamb shaped slippers.. using that last packet of apple cider in the cupboard from last year.. that doesn’t quite taste right.. but you are not freezing your buns running to Starbucks! ahh.. I look forward to it all.. 

except these.. 

 I don’t get it.. I cannot understand why these are all over the runway for fall.. am I missing something.. do these really look that good with jeans.. and the tip of the shoe! is it because I rock a woman’s 10 and a mans 8 and these just end up looking like flippers..

I could do this pair though.. 

I have already sent out an email for some ladies winter get-a-ways.. even though last year.. my sister gave me her flu bug the day we left.. (damn you for sharing that white spot triple o sauce).. and I still cannot eat Swiss cheese.. or even look at the photos of that weekend without getting nauseous..  but I am getting excited for another.. 

and I would like to wish my sis and brother in law a happy 3rd anniversary! 

head first baby..

A mother is a person who seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie.

I know I have quote this before.. but it still gets me..because it just reminds me of this proud mama and how mamas give up so many things to have a family..  this last week has been particularly draining on me.. I was not expecting it..  it was even hard for me to leave her for work today.. which  always comes easy on a  4:00  Monday ;)  I have a friend who was taken from the H1N1 disease.. and it was her birthday a few days ago.. and I just think of her poor mother and baby girl.. who is not even 2 years old yet.. I think about it to the point of anger and rage.. I cannot move out of that stage.. something so silly as a flu took her life.. and I think of how easy things can be taken away from us..  her momma writes me these nice emails that shake me to the core.. because you know they are honest and real and come from the truth.. there are times to drop stupid petty things.. and there are so many life moments.. that you just need to join your kids on the floor.. and colour with those big jumbo markers and get messy.. everything washes off and fades away..  but just live with your kids.. not for your kids.. or around your kids.. but in their lives.. head first.. the first five years of their lives is the icing on the cake.. than they are off to school.. and influenced by others.. and dabbling in things.. and I don’t want to miss this first 5 with them because I was worried about blueberries smudged into my carpet.. (which is quite an accurate statement for my house these days).. I guess it takes having an “almost” moment that sets things into perspective.. it could have ended a lot worse.. and I am grateful for whom ever was watching her that day.. aka.. this woman

I love you baby O

Hello.. my name is..

August 23rd, 2010

Last night was my first ever Bunco night! and for people like me who have never heard of Bunco.. its a great game that you roll dice.. move to different tables to mingle.. and you eat.. three things I love.. 

I met some new ladies there.. and let me tell you .. it was wild.. one woman came packing heat.. one of them picked fight with the host.. and was yelling obscenities at the neighbour with the boat.. and we had to kick one girl out because she wouldn’t contribute the $5.00..  I didn’t win anything.. so I probably wont be back.. 

just kidding.. they were really nice ladies with babies who wanted to have fun and play a game.. there were ten of us there.. and we had a really good time.. there was a nice mix of food spread.. deserts.. veggies.. and these cheese things that were so amazing.. I honestly had probably 25 of them.. 

I debated not going because of my little Olive bear and her soar little hips.. but when the daddy rolled in from a bachelor party and was heading straight for bed.. I took the window and fled..  The always beautiful host Jes started the night off with mini shots.. and they were yummy..  If I had planned a better ride home.. I would have indulged more.. but I drove my boat there.. 

the name tags were a great idea.. because I can tell you what you ate and drank in my section.. but I wont remember your name.. 

I ended up staying until 1:30 am talking and chatting about babies.. traveling.. and WWKHD.. (what would Kelly Hampton do).. I think I am going to get a bracelet made ;) I was the first to arrive.. and last to leave..clearly in need of a ladies night if I don’t say so myself! 

and if I ever had to save my cat from a break in or a house fire.. I would ninja star him out my window and pray for the best.. 

August 22nd, 2010

the family has left.. it is dark and raining outside.. and I am cuddling with my little monster..  I woke up at 5:30 am this morning in a cleaning panic because my house was a hot mess.. I lied in bed knowing how the rest of the day would continue if I was up at 5:30am..  my sister is a get-up-and-go kind of girl.. and she was gone before 7.. I ripped apart bedding.. put away clothes from Westbank :0  and made a pot of coffee.. unfortunately I woke Olive up in this tornado.. 

It was a fun week of parks.. shopping.. food.. and cousin love.. 

we didn’t luck out with the weather like we hoped.. we wanted some beach days and suntanning..  but we managed.. It is always sad when she leaves.. it makes me wish we lived closer and that this wasn’t a “big event” when she came down.. but just a normal Monday afternoon.. 

and now I am sitting in a quiet house.. drinking coffee.. while Olive is being extra cute.. although I think I may be taking her back to her doctors for her little hip.. its not quite right when I try to bend it.. 

time to get back to the biggest pile of laundry that has ever existed in this house!!

happy rainy day everyone..

this is not helping my need for fall.. 

old spaghetti factory

August 21st, 2010

we woke up this morning with our to do list.. and some positive vibes! we were going to master Old Navy.. Target.. Fred Meyer and the outlet malls on a Saturday.. two weeks before school no less..  we packed up the three kids.. dressed accordingly for this cloud coverage.. and were on our way..

we started with Old Navy.. I love that Olive is slowly moving into the next phase of clothing.. she was weighed at the Dr’s yesterday and she has finally crossed over to 20 pounds!! 20.6 to be exact.. phew.. 

My sister had to do some back to school shopping for Dayton.. and i think I got carried away thinking that I was also doing some for Olive.. because a  hundred bones later.. she is ready for fall!!  I love that store for children’s clothes..  I bought olive a pair of skinnys last year before Christmas.. and they still don’t fit.. so we ventured and bought another pair.. this time I stuck with 6-12 months.. 

seriously.. how cute! can they make these exact items in my size?! and FYI.. down here.. they do not use the word toque.. it is a beanie..  so I also got olive a beanie.. The kids were starting to get squirmy.. so we thought we would get some lunch before finishing our day.. I know my sister is here when I look at the clock and it is 11am.. and we are planning where to go to lunch.. she is not on the restaurant industry time clock.. realizing that Old Spaghetti Factory didn’t open until noon.. we packed the car back up.. and headed to Nordstrom rack.. on a Saturday… It was packed.. I let Olive run free like an animal in the shoe department.. the woman loves her shoes.. she helped me pick out some gems.. I walked away with these for only $20.00..

that is the smallest/largest picture I could find.. but there they are… Hello Mrs. Genevvaa.. I always fall in love with Steve Maddens.. I cannot help myself.. 

We than ventured back to the OSF.. sat down and had the weirdest server in a long time.. I really want to emphasize the word weird.. he was definitely putting on a show.. swirling knives around and stabbing them back into our bread while holding the loaf above us all at the table..  i think he may have escaped from Cirque De Soleil and wandered over to serve pasta.. he was courteous and chivalrous.. he gracefully dropped off our cheques.. head bows and all.. than on the way out.. and we are balancing 3 over tired children in dire need of a nap.. take out containers and holding ice cream hands.. he hurries past us.. (I thought it was for some more door holding chivalry) only he raced by and walked out first.. not to hold the door.. and go out for a smoke break.. It was hilarious.. he is clearly one of those servers who knew he was done with us.. we had paid.. and nothing more would be needed.. he received his tip.. 

note the dvd player in the purse.. which was thankfully not needed.. 

and now we are at home.. all kiddies napping.. aka.. talking and screaming through the monitor.. while Aunty Tiffany headed back to the rack for some child free shopping.. because her kiddies wanted nothing to do with the inside of that super store.. 

fin

what a day.. what a day

August 20th, 2010

I am home.. vancouver sweet vancouver.. how I miss you.. the scariest part though.. is how I feel myself more and more detached every year I am gone.. I start forgetting where the streets are.. and which block zara is on.. and the other day.. I actually said Mah-zda.. I carried the A.. I stopped in my tracks.. and asked the others around me if they hear it to.. they were american.. so they laughed.. 

we made the mistake of hitting the Massey tunnel at 4:30.. enough said.. 3.5 hours later.. we were in vancouver.. gulp.. just in time to do a quick change.. head to cactus for some drinks.. than run to see Mr. Jerry Seinfeld.. I was a hot mess last night.. there was to much driving.. and running late.. and bickering.. and I am a virgo.. I don’t do late! thankfully the sun parted.. and it wasn’t raining..  we were on the elevator heading out.. and this man came in and was staring at me.. I think he was checking me out.. I feel like such a mom these days..I wasn’t to sure.. (Dustin informed me he was).. as I am walking out in front of him.. my new pretty little J crew purse flies open.. all my cash and cards spill out on the floor.. my license almost goes down the elevator shaft.. thank god the tampon I put in there hadn’t..therefore I wasn’t that Uber embarrassed.. I crunch down asap to pick up my cards and license before I lose them to the Hyatt elevator shaft forever.. the guy checking me out got a show.. cause there was no time for jean pull ups and underwear pull downs.. I feared the door would close on me.. 

good start Kacey.. 

Seinfeld was amazing! amazing.. I love him.. I was star struck when he came on stage.. although he did a *69 joke.. that I thought was way to outdated for this era of cell phones.. but when he did his parenting bits.. I died..  i know relate to them all.. and they were good.. 

we made our way to Italian Kitchen.. which is apparently the only restaurant I like going to in Vancouver these days.. if it ain’t broke!  checked in on the Oli bear.. my poor sister. three kids.. and she thought Olive was better on the stairs than she was.. which she is ok on them.. but little Heidsters had other plans.. and gave her a little nudge.. and she tumbled..  this is where I thank sweet Jesus that I birthed a peanut pop who is only 6 inches wide ;) because she only tumbled down three of them and than was parallel .. lying on the one stairs.. Dayton was there for the whole thing.. and gave an accurate description to get his little sister in trouble;).. I am just happy she was ok.. it was hard to wrap my mind around anything else that night.. but the king size bed did help a little.. 

we woke up and enjoyed the facilities.. the heated outdoor pool was perfect on today’s crisp morning.. it felt like a bathtub.. we swam.. hot tubbed.. ate and came home.. which was a way better drive than on the way there.. 

it has been a whirl wind 24 hours.. and I am glad to be home.. while Dustin lives it up child free for the next 3 days.. I anticipate no phone calls.. because I did see a jagermeister cooler.. and we had to stop at the duty free on the way up for jager.. and I would rather just see the hot mess that walks in my front door on sunday night..

overall.. I feel more and more like a mom.. like that scene in Family Man with Nicholas Cage and Tea Leoni are shopping for a suit and her jacket is half way down her arm.. and she looks frumpy and out of place..  and he is standing there in Armani and looks smokin.. and she has to tell him that they cant afford that..  that is me these days.. we were sitting at Cactus Club Bentall.. super packed.. hot business men and woman everywhere.. green nail polish and all the latest looks.. and we just laughed out loud.. because it comes with the territory.. and thankfully it doesn’t happen every time I go out.. or else I would be hiring a stylist and a personal trainer.. 

update: olive has a bruised/sprained hip.. my little peanut pop is now hobbling around like a little doggy falling to the ground..  I look forward to bed tonight :)

Jerry, just remember, it’s not a lie if you believe it..

August 19th, 2010

tonight is the night.. months ago I purchased some Jerry Seinfeld tickets for Dustins birthday.. a genius idea for a man who LOVES Seinfeld.. the only reason we have cable at all in this house is so we could get channel 11 from 10pm-11pm.. aka.. two Seinfeld episodes before bed..  we reference him regularly..  unfortunately.. he is only coming to Vancouver.. so we have a babysitter for a night.. rented a hotel.. and are getting ready to go..  now if only the clouds would part.. it would be perfect-o..

I am excited for Italian Kitchen.. and a king size bed.. tonight will be a great night.. 

"He’s not a Nazi. He just happens to be a little eccentric. Most geniuses are."

I am that mom..

I have never had any shame on being “that mom” .. I love holidays.. I have been thinking about Christmas for a month now.. hello.. forgot about the two thanksgivings I will receive this year.. is that enough to be thankful for? and the beautiful thing about America.. everything is closed (except Mc.Donalds.. where I get my annual burrito meal.. this will be the fourth year).. so all the Haffners are able to enjoy the season together :) which rarely happens..  

I have no shame when it comes to embarrassing myself.. life’s to short to care.. the best was when I went to work dressed as Selena.. yes Selena..

(my legs are crossed like that for a reason.. the dress was to small.. and I could barely work!)

I was a Spanish lolita.. bullet hole and all.. in a 3 times to small mermaid dress that I found at Value Village.. of course no one knew who I was.. and the first place costume went to some guy dressed as a NERD! I am clearly still angry about it..  I spent days making this beautiful creation.. and you bought big glasses and put on a tie!  I dress up every year.. I am always that person who is at work.. the only one dressed up while business men and woman come in and stare me down asking me.. “so what are you?” 

this year will be epic.. mostly because Olive can walk . this changes everything.. last year I dragged her out in the pouring rain.. with a cold. while her poor granpa wanted everything in me to just stay at home! we trick or treat.. we roamed the town center in her big red stroller.. visit friends at Bostons.. and unfortunately.. the night came to a crashing end when I took her out of her stroller. only to have her vomit down her chicken costume and myself.. so we called it a night..

so this year.. this year will be great..  here are some choices I have found thus far.. its pottery barn.. therefore you have to plan ahead!

I’m melting.. I’m melting..

August 16th, 2010

it is hot.. hot.. hot.. obviously

yesterday I actually looked forward to grocery shopping.. just for the air conditioning.. apparently me and everybody else had this thought as well..  it was to hot to eat or sleep.. and I even tried throwing in an afternoon nap.. only to wake up way to irritable and hot.. 

yesterday was a rough one for little miss. Olive.. It started off great.. a 9:45 am wake up.. (due to the fact that she went to bed late in this heat).. than we went out with a friend and ended up having brunch.. which I have come to a new conclusion that I love a nice Sunday brunch when it is cloudy and cold and everyone rushes inside to get out of the col.. and we  order sangria and mimosas and eat food that warms our soul.. 

28 degrees at noon just isn’t the same.. it is hot.. the restaurant clearly did not have their a/c cranked.. our food took an hour.. no water refills.. and the server thanked us for our patience.. I have been “cutting the cord” as far as olives eating goes.. she has started to nibble on little chips here and there.. and she does it well.. so when our food took an hour to come.. I was letting her nibble on the little chips they serve at the table.. umm. big mistake.. she choked.. her worse to date.. no noise.. tears running down her eyes.. I prepared to attempt the heimlich for the 4th time now in her little life span.. when she ended up choking it down while I ripped her out of the high chair.. and than she screamed and choked some more.. it was lodged to low..  my legs were bouncing off the floor.. I could barely hold a conversation.. and Olive scared the crap out of herself.. she would not let me put her down.. she started screaming and wanted nothing to do withanyone but myself.. understandably.. 

the day than spiraled into a parade of falls.. head bashes into walls.. a tiny nap.. and a very late bedtime according to olives world.. I ended up taking her to Bostons for a quick snack because she would not eat at home in this heat.. not even attempt a bite.. and at work.. she downed a whole meal.. phew..  I was exhausted.. and the daddy was busy at work until almost 9pm.. all I wanted was another person with me to help.. do nothing but sit there.. and help me take care of her.. and me emotionally.. 

today is day three of this heat wave.. and we are chilling at home.. and going to find a beach/water park/backyard hose.. to keep us cool.. I will take anything these days!

I ate.. I prayed.. I loved..

August 15th, 2010

ok.. I have a new found love for Julia Roberts again.. and Javier Bardem!! yes please.. because of two failed attempts at making it to Canada.. I went to a movie.. alone..  It is one thing to not go to the Canadas because I am tired or sick of the drive ;) but to not go because traffic, construction and border lineups really hurt my heart strings..  and I was also informed that there was a brush fire on the #1  that shut it down anyways..  There was a 50th birthday I was originally supposed to go to :( .. than when I couldn’t make that 7 hour drive.. I realized there was a sweet wedding reception to go to :) .. and traffic and border were OFF THE CHARTS! I only capitalize when I really mean it ;)

aside from my pity party.. I went to a movie alone.. Auntie Jen took little Olive and Winny to the park.. and I took advantage of some “mama time” aka . I sat alone in a dark theater squeezed in between two people who were also alone.. and didn’t want to give up that seat.. awkward.. I sat with my purse on my lap and every time I took a sip of my giant ice cold diet Pepsi. the woman beside me squirmed.. she was clearly not comfortable in her own skin..  I laughed.. I cried.. I ate popcorn.. it was good.. it was also air conditioned.. 

getting to the movie however was a challenge.. with the babysitter running a few behind.. I missed my window of standing in front of the giant pop corn machine.. deciding if I wanted an $8 bag., or a $6 bag..  choosing which candy I should go for.. and if I really needed the extra butter on my popcorn..  which in most cases.. I always do!  instead.. I jumped on the freeway.. traffic.. people going under the limit.. found a parking spot 100 feet away in “attack zone”.. ran to the building to find a movie machine that sold tickets.. um.. there weren’t any.. stood in the 30 person lineup!! while I watched the two biggest mutants had out tickets.. seriously.. I think they were moving on turtle speed.. and the people in line clearly weren’t late for a movie that they wanted to see on opening night.. they stood there surprised every time one of the two clerks said..

"next person in line please"

like oh.. its my turn.. I haven’t been standing in line for 15 minutes waiting.. I than heard the clerk ask the woman two people ahead of me it she  was in need of an adult ticket.. or a senior!! this woman was tops 38.. I literally laughed out loud.. and the woman looks at her and goes.. “seriously” . you could tell she was hurt.. 

moving inside.. I picked.. “the wrong lane” aka.. a mom and son counting out $14 in change to buy their pop and popcorn.. of course. I did.. I finally found a window that wasn’t occupied.. and just went with combo #1.. it has to be good.. its number 1.. I even told the guy to keep my change as I ran into the theater.. I felt like I was living in a movie theater nightmare!

this was the higher powers way of telling me to slow the F down.. ok.. maybe he did not throw an F bomb in there..  but his point was well received.. 

finally finding a seat.. I sat.. and the lights went down.. it was perfect-o..  I loved the movie.. If i had not read the books multiple times.. I probably wouldn’t have been disappointed that they cut out some major parts of the book..  It also confirms my love of travel.. and love.. and life.. and I ended up leaving the theater borderline depressed that ..

• I was alone at a movie.. which happens all the time
• I was at a movie and I was missing fun “life moments.. birthdays and weddings
• I need to travel more.. 
• I need to meet a Brazilian man who is passionate and crys

not to bad right?!

 I walked over to my 96 degree car.. 35 ish for my Candianas..  hopped in and drove home.. waited for Dust to get off.. than ate KFC..  not exactly margaritas on a beach in Bali.. but for now.. this is it.. 

Happy 50th birthday to Al

&

Happy wedding reception to Mike and Carmen

so so so wish I was there to celebrate in such a great chapter in your lives.. and one day you will live the next town over.. and not the next country.. 

le sigh

its ladies night.. and I feel alright..

August 13th, 2010

ok.. actually it was last night.. but it was enjoyed none the less.. I am trying to soak up these warm patio nights now before it turns to rain.. the bottoms of your pants are soaked.. wind so cold it slaps you in the face running into the grocery store.. only to than become a raging sauna with way to many clothes items on..  I appreciate these warm summer nights.. 

these ladies nights have been going on for almost a year now!.. it is crazy how fast the time flew by.. for instance.. dom was not preggo.. and now she is 31 weeks..  wowsers.. it may start to be a ladies n babies night soon :)

Fridays always fly by and before I know it.. it is 2:30 and papa is here to greet a very excited little girl who loves her” paw-paw”.. she loves it.. he loves it.. I love it..   

I also am excited that we have a new edition coming into our family.. no.. I am not with child.. I am welcoming a new TV into this house *insert applause here*.. for those who know me.. I am currently rockin a 27 inch RCA.. flat screen.. whats a flat screen?  aren’t all TVs supposed to have snow running through half the channels?  I have never been one to care about TV quality.. HD.. heck if I still had a VCR i would probably use it!.. it was my first “big” purchased when I flew the coupe at the age of 19.. and now 8 years later.. we are getting with the times people!!  whats next.. a microwave?

this is not actually my new TV.. I have no idea what kind it is or what it does.. but I look forward to the change.. 

happy friday fun-day everyone..