tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53181458659350045482024-02-20T10:02:11.874-08:00...just sayin'From my head to your computer screen...AmandaGail.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01131833285623132800noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318145865935004548.post-89631952039805227102012-12-06T18:58:00.001-08:002012-12-06T18:58:01.199-08:00My guide to meMy guide to me- part 1<br />
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1- I do not need to see you every day. Nor do I want to. We're not married so it's not necessary. <br />
2- I like talking to you on the phone but let's keep it to a minimum. I'm good with once in the morning, maybe in the middle of the day and for about 3 minutes before bed. Other than that, text me. I don't have the time to sit on the phone with you. I have a baby.<br />
3- My free moments don't have to be filled with things to do. I like my free time to be free for Bryn days. You rank lower than she does and it's something you have to deal with.<br />
4- If I don't talk to you one day, nothing is wrong, I needed space. If I don't talk to you for 2 days, you probably annoyed me at some point. If it's 3 days, consider yourself curbed.<br />
5- I don't want to meet your family after a week. Chances are you'll be dismissed in two weeks anyway and I don't want to know more people than necessary. <br />
6- You're not meeting my daughter for a while. This means you're going to have to deal with seeing me less than you have probably anticipated. In the event that you do not kick me to the curb for lack of quality time, you'll score points for patience. <br />
7- I do have a child but this does not mean you're getting anywhere with me. <br />
8- If you start talking marriage with me in a month, you've curbed yourself. Anyone that desperate was single for a reason... Because you're desperate. <br />
9- I have double standards. I'm being honest. I allow myself to be exempt from the rules I have for the standards I have. For instance- I have a kid and you do not. :)<br />
10- I made a decision a few years ago and it was to not make decisions. So you're SOL if you want my input on where we're eating. If they have salads, chicken or nachos, I'm good. Considering most restaurants have one of those three, any place you decide is fine. <br />
11- Don't expect much emotion from me. I'm pretty reserved. I don't gush nor do I get giddy.<br />
12- You're not going to be skinnier than I am. That's gross. You're a guy and are expected to have some sort of weight on you. You're also going to be taller. I'm not going to worry about changing my shoes to accommodate you. Blame your parents. <br />
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You might be thinking, "she's going to be single forever" and that's just fine by me. Give me some Claritin and a cat and I'll be good to go. I don't need a man to complete me because God already made me whole. Honestly, I wouldn't date me. I am fully aware of how absurd I can be sometimes. AmandaGail.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01131833285623132800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318145865935004548.post-21036698145562423872012-11-09T19:29:00.001-08:002012-11-09T19:29:54.996-08:00LaughingAcronyms have taken over the world. I catch myself actually saying "omg" or "btw" quite frequently. Today I responded "lol" to a text and thought about it... I wasn't laughing out loud. Come to think of it, I didn't laugh at all. Not even a chuckle. <br />
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That sparked an entire thought process of how I respond to people. I figure I absolutely can't be the only person who does this. Read on...<br />
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LOL- "laugh out loud". I send it for a sentence filler. Or just a generic response to a text that pretty much says "I'm done with the convo now..." Except much nicer. <br />
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Haha- I might have thought about laughing but didn't. It might have gotten a snort of amusement but that's as far as it goes. <br />
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Hahaha- not to be confused with "haha". There is an extra -ha. I have probably actually laughed but it was short lived. Nothing I'll remember that you said in the next 30 minutes. <br />
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LMAO- "laugh my (butt) off". I've laughed out loud at this point. This is actually funny but I haven't laughed out loudly...<br />
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Hahahaha hahahaha!- yeah... I have literally laughed my butt off at this point. I'm probably going to turn and tell the person nearest to me what you said. They probably won't find it as a amusing. <br />
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See, laughter isn't easy. There is a science to laughing at your texts. I'm a jovial person but rarely do I reach the multiple "hahaha" stage. Next time you receive a laughing response from me, please refer back to this blog to figure out if it's a pity laugh or if I actually found you to be funny. AmandaGail.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01131833285623132800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318145865935004548.post-11514480715138261842012-11-05T19:52:00.001-08:002012-11-05T19:52:50.207-08:00How to...I've realized many things Bryn does is just payback for the terror I gave my mother. I see so much of me in her, it's scary. With that being said, I've learned how to NOT be her mom. Whaaat?<br />
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I always wanted to be the kumbaya mom. No spanking because verbal discipline should be good enough. No yelling because loud noises shouldn't be the way to discipline.... Get it? Because she sure didn't. <br />
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Here is my list of how to NOT be her mom<br />
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1. Ignore her when she's whining. NOT! She will follow me, get louder, whine more, repeat my name until I'm forced to turn around and say "WHAAAAT?!"<br />
2. Tell her "no" and expect her to understand. NOT! No means nothing to her. No? What's that word? Certainly not in her vocab. <br />
3. That verbal discipline? NOT! If I get on to her, she says "awh" and then gives me a hug. She repeatedly does this while I'm reprimanding her. It makes it incredibly difficult to get on to her. <br />
4. I thought "eye level" would help her to understand me when I'm correcting her. NOT! In the event that she actually realizes I'm not playing, she hits me with whatever toy is near. <br />
5. Time out chair. You guessed it, NOT! She makes time out into some kind of entertainment factor. Such as- how long can I stand in the chair until mommy sees me?, or how loud can I scream?, or my personal favorite... How many times do I have to get up before mommy pops me and let's me go on about my business. <br />
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She's really a great kid. The Lord certainly blessed me with her. She's not perfect though. I've got my hands so full. At this point, I tried the kumbaya treatment and realized that will only result in Bryn being "that" child. However, popping her diaper only results in about 10 seconds of tears and a daredevil child who will go back to doing exactly what she got in trouble for doing in the first place. <br />
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Sorry Mom. Lift the curse please?AmandaGail.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01131833285623132800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318145865935004548.post-55413847086831969472012-10-28T20:24:00.001-07:002012-10-28T20:24:57.152-07:00Begin againMiss me? Probably not.<br />
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After a slight bit of inspiration today, I decided that people need to hear my thoughts again. It might have something to do with posting a status that got 52 "likes" on FB. No really, I've been thinking about blogging again and even logged in to my blog account a couple of times. Most of my material last time was being mean about others. Either I was a moody pregnant woman or fear that my judgmental comments will result in Bryn's features resembling a troll or monkey has made me decide to be less hateful about people. Instead, I'll pick on myself.<br />
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I was scrolling through my newsfeed today and noticed nearly everyone was married. Even two "unfortunate" looking people. In my disbelief, I sent my best friend a text "they're married.... and I'm single". To which she replied, "they're not picky". Be that as it may, I have standards. Then I thought it over and decided.... she's right. Below you will find a list of reasons why I have chosen to discontinue potential relationships with otherwise really great guys:<br />
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<li>His lips were too thin.</li>
<li>He was too short.</li>
<li>His hairline was receding.</li>
<li>He was too emotional.</li>
<li>He had back hair.</li>
<li>His breath was bad. (Admit it, this is always a deal breaker. Don't judge me.)</li>
<li>His hand grazed my tata.</li>
<li>There was a "friend" in his nose.</li>
<li>I didn't like his phone voice.</li>
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and the most famous?? -10. He ice skates weird. No really, he was ice skating terribly. It was like he was walking.<br />
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What have I learned from these experiences? To buy Claritin and about 29 cats because I'm never going to find someone that I won't pick apart. If I don't find anything wrong with him, it's because I'm dreaming.AmandaGail.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01131833285623132800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318145865935004548.post-4786657034568765412011-02-20T19:36:00.000-08:002011-02-21T11:38:53.342-08:00"two roads diverged in a yellow wood"<span style="font-size:85%;">It's safe to say that I sucked it up at doing the 30 day challenge. Maybe if it wouldn't have gotten a little silly after the second day I would have been more interested in doing it. My apologies for not committing.<br /><br />Not bashing today folks :) Well, maybe myself.... but then I'm patting my back.<br /><br />At some point in time people have to grow up. For instance, the moment I saw "pregnant" on the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">EPT</span> test I knew my life was about to go wild. No more shopping for clothes, spending ridiculous amounts of money on purses (though Coach will always have my heart), pretending I'd be young forever.... it halted. Not saying I embraced the idea of motherhood in that instant. It took me about 4-5 months to really realize that this kid was coming whether I was ready or not. So I put my big girl panties on a started on the road to "growing up".<br /><br />I think I would still be trying to figure out who I am going to be and what I'm going to do if it wasn't for Baby B. The next few years of my life are going to be rough but I've got an amazing support team. Now instead of online shopping for me I'm online shopping for her (if I go to the actual stores I walk out with something). If it wasn't for her I would probably be driving around in a new Honda Pilot (I really love those things). However, my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Xterra</span> is just fine and the safety ratings on it are good too :). I can't very well be a good mother to her if I'm too concerned with my own selfish wants because she comes first. I know my end goal, it's to be Bryn's mother.</span>AmandaGail.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01131833285623132800noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318145865935004548.post-16536083573646288432011-02-11T15:05:00.000-08:002011-02-11T15:15:52.805-08:00day 2 of 30 :)<span style="font-size:85%;"><a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNwybAvIJhegMyuN6hj0sQJO822RUdT3nE4PCRfamZdjQr3NJrn22-n9pHZn23hiZchSpdP9RWkzDZNLXtLEviAUeGQOp8m3gKJD4Aa-zHLeGm-AfEqvSEudenkSn6p7WdyjWUHh8q1LRN/s1600/2.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 175px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNwybAvIJhegMyuN6hj0sQJO822RUdT3nE4PCRfamZdjQr3NJrn22-n9pHZn23hiZchSpdP9RWkzDZNLXtLEviAUeGQOp8m3gKJD4Aa-zHLeGm-AfEqvSEudenkSn6p7WdyjWUHh8q1LRN/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572573175153883458" border="0" /></a><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" >day 2 - A picture of you and a person you have been close with for a while<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" >Uh, duh... my sister :)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />That's me and B. As you can tell we were stylish.... or not. Mama said she was scared we hated each other when we were younger. I couldn't imagine a better person to torture as I was growing up. Did I mention I'm not done growing up? So yes she still gets tortured. We pretty much balance each other out.<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span>AmandaGail.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01131833285623132800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318145865935004548.post-47214088983319931182011-02-10T16:47:00.000-08:002011-02-10T17:26:39.407-08:00Day 1 of 30 :)I'm thinking some of you have possibly seen the "30 Day Photo Challenge" on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Facebook</span>. If not then Google it. Well, I got to thinking I'll just turn it into 30 days on my blog instead of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">FB</span>. It's a turn from seeing me bash everyone :)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjErE07gCvpFUxXuy0ug9dm3c8d-A8L8xC79s38yxP-XITQl-is05odQzksbbvCRfQ2LTRirYhMcFdE1f51dSdu9g7uNTCg-cS5B7wZzbUuaAxXrNGxt4jm891bJSk23RrWGeXx7iuucQSi/s1600/10133_514375716866_208500358_30942431_4811327_n.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjErE07gCvpFUxXuy0ug9dm3c8d-A8L8xC79s38yxP-XITQl-is05odQzksbbvCRfQ2LTRirYhMcFdE1f51dSdu9g7uNTCg-cS5B7wZzbUuaAxXrNGxt4jm891bJSk23RrWGeXx7iuucQSi/s320/10133_514375716866_208500358_30942431_4811327_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572229532776626850" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">day 1: </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">a picture of yourself with 10 facts</span><br /><br /><br /><br />That's me like 2 years ago. This pic always cracks me up and it's the first one that came to my mind when I saw day one. BTW- I'm not going to be posting serious photos on here. So if you're my friend you better watch out because only the embarrassing ones will be going on here.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><ol><li>I have a beautiful baby girl on the way and she will be named <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Brynlee</span> Sarah-Gail Duncan. Sarah and Gail are my two grandmother's names. Gail is also mine and my mother's middle names.<br /></li><li>I can not say "comfortable" the correct way. I get asked to repeat it and then laughed at if I ever say it. So you know what I do? I avoid that word if at all possible. :)</li><li>I probably put on deodorant 100 times before leaving my house because I figure you can never be too safe. There is also 2 sticks of deodorant in my car in case I feel like I need it.</li><li>I micromanage my older sister but I'm also very protective of her.<br /></li><li>I think if you ask <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">someone's</span> opinion you shouldn't get mad at them when they give it to you, even if it's not what you wanted their opinion to be.</li><li>I hate apologizing and half the time it's not a sincere apology. However, there are times when I know the right thing to do is to apologize for my errors and when I apologize at those times it's the most sincere apology I'll ever give. Those are rare occurrences.<br /></li><li>I'll be going back to school starting in June to work towards a degree in nursing. It's going to be difficult because I have to retake some core classes since I got really lazy and basically only attended some of my classes to socialize. BTW- college professors don't play.</li><li>I've started noticing that I'm acting more like a grown up now since my baby is almost here.</li><li>I like diagnosing people with the most off the wall diseases.<br /></li><li>I absolutely love to learn new things. I really hope Bryn is that way too.<br /></li></ol>AmandaGail.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01131833285623132800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318145865935004548.post-367291675766988442011-01-15T18:54:00.000-08:002011-01-15T19:40:09.849-08:00Thank you.<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">A step in a different direction. I'm warning you- read with caution.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">I do want to seriously thank the person that is the sperm donor to this baby growing inside me. Without you this wouldn't be possible. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Thank you for wanting nothing to do with my sweet </span><span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Brynlee</span><span style="font-family: arial;">. I can say she is </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;">mine</span><span style="font-family: arial;"> because she is. I will not have to share her. Thank you. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Thank you for making me a mother. Being a mother is the last, very last thing that I ever wanted to be. I'm glad that you were able to make a choice not to be a father because I had no choice but to be a mother. Thank you for making me realize that being a mother is going to the the absolute best thing to ever happen to me. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Thank you for causing me the most stress I've ever experienced. Having anxiety attacks when I am going to be alone in public due to your threats, when I hear a certain tone on my phone letting me know I have a nasty email awaiting from you and when I think about ever running into you. Why am I thanking you for that? Because my baby knows when her mommy is about to have a break down. She kicks me and moves all around. It's like she's saying, "Hey Mom, everything is fine. I'm here with you and you're never alone". It makes me so grateful that despite the fact that you exist, so does my beautiful baby and she wouldn't be possible without you. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Thank you for teaching me about finances and managing my money. If it wasn't for you not paying your bills and leaving them for me to pay as well as neglecting your loan that is in my name then I would still think that there was no way for me to be able to afford a child. I just want to go ahead and thank you in advance for whenever you decide to start paying your loan. Then I'll have that extra money to apply to my beautiful baby's needs. Thank you for making me watch my money more carefully because I need that skill in my life.<br /><br />Thank you for helping me conquer some of my fears. Granted, the biggest fear has not occurred yet but it is inevitable. Labor, you are my biggest challenge. I have conquered extremely difficult conversations with my parents, grandparents, bosses and friends. I have conquered the fear of never knowing what I want to do with my life. I have conquered the fear of being left alone. I conquered those fears by being put in those situations where I had no choice but to step up and conquer them. Thank you for helping me realize I can do it.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Thank you for making me realize that even though you have opted out of my daughter's life someone else will not. He will want to be there for me and my child. Not be there for my child if I'll be with him. No, he will want my sweet </span><span style="font-family: arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Brynlee</span><span style="font-family: arial;"> and will be her Daddy. He will love her more than you were capable of. Thank you for helping me to realize that she will have a Daddy that will love her like she's his and that will make me love him even more.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Thank you for making me realize how great and awesome and caring and loving my family and friends are. I knew they were great but I didn't realize how honestly blessed I am until I had to climb this huge mountain and had them behind me pushing me all the way.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Thank you for making me a better person. With exception to this blog I have kept my tongue about this. I still won't open up all the way but if it wasn't for you and this entire situation then I wouldn't know how strong of a person I am.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Lastly and more importantly thank you for making me a better Christian. I know that's odd to say. Yes, I sinned to get this incredible blessing. Had I not turned to God and diligently prayed over this situation then I would probably still have selfish prayers and only in times of need. Not to mention I would be even more of a mess had I not turned to Him. Thanks to you I learned to pray for you, for others, for comfort, to praise God and just simple "thank you" prayers more than just at night time.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Keep in mind I am not saying "thank you" with sarcasm</span><span style="font-family: arial;">. I fully thank you from the bottom of my heart for the lessons I learned and continue to learn. I grew up in the past few months and it's thanks to you and thanks to my child. I'm becoming a better mother for her. Had this pregnancy not happened I would still live in a selfish, meaningless, lost world. Thank you.</span><br /></span>AmandaGail.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01131833285623132800noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318145865935004548.post-8794428357338154712010-12-14T14:15:00.000-08:002010-12-14T15:04:11.567-08:00One hour.<span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" >I'm slightly copying someone. </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Ok</span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" > I AM copying her, there's no slightly to it. I have no idea who she is either but I absolutely love, admire and envy her creativity. A friend of mine has some pictures posted on his </span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" >Facebook</span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" > of one of his friend's "Senior Show" (as he has it labeled). She wrote down every thought she had for each minute of the day for 24 hours. That's insane. I tip my theoretical hat to her. However, my attention span is too short for that so I'll just do it for an hour and instead of doing it on index cards and linking the thoughts together you'll just get to read a numbered list.<br /><br /></span><ul style="font-family: arial;"><li><span style="font-size:85%;">530pm</span><span style="font-size:85%;">- My toes are so cold I can't feel them. I can see them though. In a few months I won't be able to see them or feel them so someone will have to assure me they are still indeed intact.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">531pm</span><span style="font-size:85%;">- I just heard my mom tell a relative that we no longer have a house phone. Thanks for telling me Mom. Guess I better get a cell phone now.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">532pm</span><span style="font-size:85%;">- There is only one remote for the two </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" style="font-size:85%;">DirecTV</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> receivers that were installed today. I know where the other remote is but I don't think I'll tell them to see how my sister reacts to having no remote.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">533pm</span><span style="font-size:85%;">- Dear maternity pants: Die. I'd be more comfortable in a corset.<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">534pm</span><span style="font-size:85%;">- I stayed at work 4 hours longer than I was scheduled to today. Employee of the month right here.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">535pm</span><span style="font-size:85%;">- Maybe I'll just do this for 30 minutes.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">536pm</span><span style="font-size:85%;">- Listening to a </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" style="font-size:85%;">Cymbalta</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> commercial. The side effects are worse than the actual ailment it's supposed to cure.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">537pm</span><span style="font-size:85%;">- I missed 537pm because I was numbering ahead so I wouldn't have to do it every minute.<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">538pm</span><span style="font-size:85%;">- I just figured out how to zoom in and out on the computer screen without clicking anything.<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">539pm</span><span style="font-size:85%;">- "..and I was like baby, baby, baby, </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" style="font-size:85%;">ooooh</span><span style="font-size:85%;">. Baby, baby, baby, </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" style="font-size:85%;">ohhh</span><span style="font-size:85%;">..." Yes, I have a Justin </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" style="font-size:85%;">Bieber</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> song in my head.<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">540pm</span><span style="font-size:85%;">- After reading the above posting I really wish I would have chosen different lyrics because that seems a little R-rated.<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">541pm</span><span style="font-size:85%;">- Yeah, definitely only doing this for 30 minutes. A minute passes by quicker than I thought it would and this is stressing me out.<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">542pm</span><span style="font-size:85%;">- I hope my coworkers realize I was just kidding when I wrote my child's name on our dry erase board at work. Surely they know "</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" style="font-size:85%;">Brynlee</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> Sarah-Gail Gonzalez" is not really going to be her name.<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">543pm</span><span style="font-size:85%;">- I hate carbonated beverages. I get the hiccups every time.<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">544pm</span><span style="font-size:85%;">- When you become pregnant you're officially part of a secret society of pregnant women. All fellow pregnant women will want to know the details of your pregnancy and you of theirs. </span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">545pm</span><span style="font-size:85%;">- I want a new car. Maybe I'll get a job at a car dealership so that I can live vicariously through others.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">546pm</span><span style="font-size:85%;">- Parker is 2 years and 3 months old today.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">547pm</span><span style="font-size:85%;">- I wonder if I can just use my same phone when I finally reenter the cellular world. I didn't have a complaint for it.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">548pm</span><span style="font-size:85%;">- I wonder if </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" style="font-size:85%;">Brynlee</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> hears my thoughts? That has to be tiring and could definitely explain why she sleeps most the day. She doesn't have to hear it while sleeping.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">549pm</span><span style="font-size:85%;">- Oh my God. I'll have a child to actually take care of in 15- 19 weeks. I was JUST 7 weeks pregnant!</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">550pm</span><span style="font-size:85%;">- My foot itches and I'm too lazy to reach and scratch it. I wonder how long it will itch until it gives up.<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">551pm</span><span style="font-size:85%;">- </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" style="font-size:85%;">Hmm</span><span style="font-size:85%;">, I wonder if </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" style="font-size:85%;">Brynlee</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> thinks I can sing well. I haven't really considered her feelings when I've been singing along to a song in the car.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">552pm</span><span style="font-size:85%;">- I love how I get volunteered to do something without prior consent from me.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">553pm</span><span style="font-size:85%;">- Still can't feel my toes... and my foot still itches.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">554pm</span><span style="font-size:85%;">- I wonder what job I was going to be assigned on that Tuesday I was supposed to go back to </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" style="font-size:85%;">MEPS</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> for the Navy. Maybe I could have gone to find out what I was going to be doing and THEN tell them, "oh... by the way, I'm pregnant. Sorry for any inconveniences"</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">555pm</span><span style="font-size:85%;">- I love Christmas but the movies for it are about stupid. Watching a Hallmark movie with Mama.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">556pm</span><span style="font-size:85%;">- Bryn's awake.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">557pm</span><span style="font-size:85%;">- I think it's really gross that she pees inside me. She also swallows the amniotic fluid... which means she's swallowing her urine. Babies are gross, like fish.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">558pm</span><span style="font-size:85%;">- Out of 10 of my nails only 3 are "long". I look trashy. Where are the fingernail clippers?</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">559pm</span><span style="font-size:85%;">- Toes are warm, foot no longer itches. I scratched it somewhere between 555-557pm and crossed my legs so my toes are covered.... ya know, for those of you who were concerned.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">600pm</span><span style="font-size:85%;">- Which also equals 1800.<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">601pm</span><span style="font-size:85%;">- I'm done. :)</span></li></ul><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" >OK, even more props to her. I don't know how she went for 24 hours. :)<br /></span>AmandaGail.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01131833285623132800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318145865935004548.post-89446299686918442952010-12-13T19:59:00.000-08:002010-12-13T21:03:27.278-08:00PBT :)<span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" >I'll start off with saying I never, ever wanted a child. I didn't even like kids. It wasn't due to lack of being around kids since my mom was a babysitter. Babies were cute at a distance. I avoided them using excuses like, "I don't like to hold them when they're that little" or "I'm sick/getting over a sickness". The actual truth is that I didn't want to smell their dirty diaper, didn't want to be spit up on and they always cried when I held them because they could sense how nervous/uninterested I was. Toddlers were cute. They said cute things, it was funny to watch them walk, etc. They were probably my favorite because they were too busy entertaining themselves and learning the world around them that they weren't impressed with me. I didn't have to entertain or hold them. Once they got to where they wanted me to play with them they annoyed me. I couldn't bring myself to play along with their games and use my imagination to bring the dolls to life. Well, I just didn't want to. Older than 3 or 4 and I was totally over it. They're annoying and I didn't want to be around them. There isn't enough Xanax in the world. You see the trend... couldn't stand kids and I certainly didn't want my own.<br /><br />Along came PBT :). He was my ex fiance's little boy. Whether it was the love I had for Corey or the fact that I was growing up but meeting PBT was one of the more important days of my life. I was scared. I haven't been that nervous in my LIFE. What if he didn't like me? What if I made him cry? Worse, what if I didn't like HIM? You can't very well date someone whose child doesn't like you or you like the child. Ah, I remember the very first time I met PBT. He was 13 months old and it was around 930pm. I had just gotten off work and when I walked into Corey's room my stomach was in knots. I smiled at Corey but I was more interested in PB. He was laying in Corey's bed with his bottle. Corey said he was probably asleep but I just wanted to look at him. I walked over to the bed and PB was still awake. We stared at each other for about 5 seconds and I said, "Hey little guy" and he smiled at me. Since his eyes were open I figured it wouldn't hurt to see if he'd let me pick him up (didn't even ask Corey if he'd mind because I didn't care if he did or not, I was picking that child up). I know now that he probably let me pick him up because he didn't want to be in bed in the first place but I choose to think it's because he liked me in that instant. I walked over to Corey's couch with him and sat down. He looked over at Corey who smiled at him and then (like any child) he climbed out of my lap because sitting was the last thing on his mind when he spotted Corey hadn't cleaned up his toys. I looked over at Corey and said, "Wonder if he'll like me?" to which Corey responded with, "If he gives you a toy, he likes you". Less than a minute later that beautiful baby handed me his toy and smiled. I fell in love with him right then.<br /><br />Over the next few months that baby (toddler) stole my heart. It wasn't annoying to play with him, I didn't avoid interacting with him, I hated when he was sick and would wish it was me instead of him. Everything I used to think about children faded away with his little smile. Just watching him learn, do and figure things out was the highlight of any of my days. Everything PB did was the greatest thing ever and I missed him so bad when it wasn't Corey's weekend with him. We would make little videos of him to watch when he was with his mother and she'd send us videos of him that we'd save to our phones. It was a way of having him with us when he wasn't there. It seemed like he got bigger every week and his mom would tell us something new to be expecting when we had him. My stomach would hurt from laughing at him. When I realized that sweet child was growing more independent I found myself wanting a baby. Corey and I became engaged in January. We discussed babies and decided it'd be best for me to be through with school before another kid happened. Until then I was perfectly content watching milestones in PB's life.<br /><br />Not everything has a fairy tale ending. Corey and I split up due to differences and I watch PB grow up in a family member's pictures. He's such a beautiful little boy and I still love him like he was mine and pray for him daily. It was a short amount of time for God to bless my life with that beautiful little boy (and for his parents to share him with me) but I know He did it for a reason... and that was to prepare me for my own.</span>AmandaGail.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01131833285623132800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318145865935004548.post-37673092603465361892010-12-10T20:07:00.001-08:002010-12-10T20:41:38.706-08:00Nobody told me this....<span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Nobody warned me about all the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">unpleasantries</span></span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" > of pregnancy. Granted, I wasn't planning my pregnancy so that someone COULD warn me but still... my mom should have given me a warning at some point in time.<br /><br /></span><ol style="font-family:verdana;"><li><span style="font-size:85%;">No caffeine... or very little. I know some people don't cut that out but I cut it out all together until the second trimester and now I only drink sweet tea since it has less caffeine. Why should I have been warned of this? Because I developed a coffee product addiction about a month prior to becoming pregnant. I'm sure if I was able to quit that "cold turkey" then all these people with smoking problems should be able to quit too.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">Ligament pains. No-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">freakin</span>-body told me I was going to feel like I was being stabbed in my lower abdomen when I was pregnant. It would have been nice to know about that. I thought surely my child had somehow gotten a knife and was carving tally marks into the wall to count down how many days it had left in my uterus.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">Goodbye size 4, hello anything that stretches. Granted, I have yet to break down and buy maternity pants but I am so close to it that I'm not amused. So to assist in my denial stage I have been living in lounge pants. I love Old Navy's lounge pants though. They've assisted me in pretending as though my beautiful size 4's aren't cutting off circulation from my hips down.<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">The people who make maternity shirts are sure proud that they're maternity. They flow away and scream "maternity!!". I have some maternity shirts but I have been buying size medium shirts and they're working fine... for now. Dear 'ole Dad was home when I was opening my mail from Victoria's Secret last month and said, "I didn't know Victoria's Secret made maternity clothes." If looks could kill he'd be dead.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">Sleeping on your stomach slowly becomes impossible. I sleep on my stomach or my right side. It feels like I have a rock or something under me when I'm laying on my stomach and when I roll to my right side I feel like my insides are all going to fall to the right. Weird, I can sleep on my left side.<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">Your belly button pokes out. Mine hasn't made it's way to being fully poked out but it's getting shallower by the day. This has been the most mind boggling part of this experience for me. My entire body is out of whack, why does my belly button have to make this difficult too? I never paid any attention to it prior to being pregnant but now it's the first thing I look at when I change shirts/shower.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">Weight. You are NOT eating for two. You are eating for yourself... plus 300 extra calories a day. If you eat for two prepare to start looking like you swallowed another person. This is huge to me because I was so conscious about my weight prior to becoming pregnant. The fact that I have to gain around 30 lbs during this pregnancy freaked me out in the beginning but now that I feel my child move around I try to make sure she's getting the extra nutrients she needs to grow.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">Antibiotics are a "no-go". Do not get sick. Avoid it like a plague (no pun intended). Nobody informed me that I would have to rely on my immune system to fight off a virus. I had a virus for a week and a half. Antibiotics would have kicked it out in 3-5 days. Better pray your immune system isn't a weakling like mine apparently is.</span></li></ol><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >I'll stop at 8 things. You might start to get the idea that I am uninterested with being pregnant. I can list a lot of things I'm thankful for now that I am pregnant. This baby is someone I never knew that I wanted. I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">loooove</span> that I can feel her moving. It's weird if you really think about it, but don't think. It's amazing that she's my own personal baby right now since she's still in womb. She'll be my own personal baby when she's out of the womb too but I'll have to share her more than I do now :)<br /></span>AmandaGail.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01131833285623132800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318145865935004548.post-52201493563646417062010-12-10T19:39:00.000-08:002011-01-10T20:55:48.719-08:00It gets under my skin-Either things bother me easily or this pregnancy is making me less tolerable of people.<br /><br /><ol><li>Do not volunteer your time if it means you're volunteering someone <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">else's</span> time too. They may not want their time volunteered.<br /></li><li>I have discovered that I have what I will call "woe is me" friends. They only want you when it benefits them. Hey, how about we not be friends? That works ideally for both of us.</li><li>Those wonderful people who insist on singing along with a song when it comes on the radio. I don't care if you take voice lessons, if I want to hear you I'll buy tickets to your concert. Oh, you're not on tour? Then shut up.</li><li>People playing music loudly. It's totally disrespectful to everyone else in the room who might not care to listen to your music.</li><li>People with their <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">TV's</span> up as high as they will go (I'm calling out my father and sister on this one). If I'm in my room and have to shut the door to hear my TV then yours is up <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">tooooo</span> loud. They're both going deaf and loud <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">TV's</span> are probably a contributing factor.</li><li>Someone telling another person how to raise their child (what rules they should instill, disciplinary actions, etc).</li><li>Talking to your child, or any child in general, like they are idiots. That baby talk is not conducive, I promise.</li><li>Leggings are not a substitution for pants. If you're wearing a longer top (tunics) then by all means throw on some leggings. However, if your ENTIRE butt (including the cheek line) is not going to be covered by the top you have on then DO NOT wear the leggings.</li><li>Asking for advice and then getting pissed when someone gives it to you. If you don't want my opinion or could possibly get mad about it then skip over asking me. I don't apologize and I won't care that you get mad.<br /></li><li>Lovers on Facebook. You're in love... wonderful. It's not necessary to post 3+ times per day that you love/miss them on their wall OR my personal favorite- making derogatory remarks that you think are subtle but they're not.<br /></li><li>People putting me down. Believe me folks, I am more than capable of putting my mind to something and succeeding at it. Treat me/talk to me like I am incompetent and I'll probably limit my interactions with you.</li></ol>I'm going to assume it's a mixture of pregnancy hormones and my tolerance level as to why these things get under my skin. No matter why, people just get on my nerves.AmandaGail.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01131833285623132800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318145865935004548.post-87551898676370214022010-12-02T17:43:00.000-08:002010-12-02T17:51:17.096-08:00Let me elaborate...<span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >I was unaware that so many people paid attention to what I say. Wow, I feel special.<br /><br />My favorite reaction is people seeing my baby mountain (belly) and reaching to rub it. In mid-reach they stop and say, "Oh sorry, I know you don't like that". I really crack up. Thanks for the amusement.<br /><br />BUT I did not mean that I would go hormonal, crazy, pregnant lady if you touched me.<br /><br />I have a slight germ phobia. As you reach for my belly (even though you're only touching my shirt) my mind races wondering where your hands have been. Did they wash their hands when they used the restroom? Did they sneeze into that hand? Did they wipe their runny nose with that hand, pop a pimple, scratch their rear? Worse- did they pick their nose?<br /><br />If I KNOW you (not just the occasional WalMart reunion) there is less likely of a chance that I worry about any of that (other than washing hands after the potty, I am a Nazi at my house about that).<br /><br />So, rest assure that I do not have some force field around me that will repel your hand as you reach for my belly. Just know that I'm sizing you up to see if you wash your hands.<br /></span>AmandaGail.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01131833285623132800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318145865935004548.post-13084624149362408712010-11-27T19:54:00.000-08:002010-11-28T21:10:39.143-08:00Santa, Easter Bunny and Tooth Fairy... oh my.<span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >I'm debating on whether I'll tell my child about these characters...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Santa.</span></span> <span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" ><br />I'm supposed to tell my daughter that if she sees some man sneaking into our house at night that it's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ok</span> because he's bringing presents? She better scream because that's called breaking and entering and that, boys and girls, is <span style="font-style: italic;">not</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ok</span>.<br /><br />Not only is he breaking and entering but he's fat. I do not want her to be identifying people by that trait. Yes, let's introduce her to fat and skinny while she's in her developmental stage. I can see myself being called to the school because she's picking fun at the fat kid. Hey, it'd be my fault and I don't want detention.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Easter Bunny.</span><br />I don't see the need in scaring the life out of her when I take her to go have her picture made with this larger than life bunny at the local mall. They're supposed to be cute and cuddly, not anthropomorphic (personification if you may; taking something not human and giving it human characteristics... that's your vocab lesson today folks). If she starts talking to all the little animals I'll have to bring her to the realization that she is not Dr. Dolittle and that could be very traumatic to her little life.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The tooth fairy.</span><br />I'm supposed to reward my child for her teeth falling out? If I instill that in her she might wait for her permanent teeth to come in and think it's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ok</span> for those to fall out too. Upon noticing they aren't loosening up she might loosen and pull them out. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Homegirl</span> isn't being born to a rich mama... she'll be toothless and it's all because I let her believe in the tooth fairy.<br /><br /><br />That's what I think. My mom seems to think it's good to give a kid something like the above traditions to believe in. My personal jury is still out on this...<br /></span>AmandaGail.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01131833285623132800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318145865935004548.post-56659976669785786802010-11-24T19:29:00.000-08:002010-11-24T19:43:04.394-08:00Shorty...<span style="font-size:85%;">I am tired and Thanksgiving is tomorrow. I am going to bed as soon as I post this blog because the quicker I go to bed, the quicker I get to the TGiving food.<br /><br />Let's quickly discuss driving.<br /></span><ol><li><span style="font-size:85%;">Speed limit signs don't really mean "limit". You have an allowance. My personal allowance is 10 mph over but if you're not pretty or not a good BS'er then you might want to stick to 5 over. Notice I have not said "under" at any point.<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">Slower traffic please stay right. RIGHT... NOT LEFT. Left lane is MY lane, get the heck over. I'm not a courteous person. I will flash my headlights at you and pray you get the idea.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">I personally think you should have to take the driving test again when you reach age 70. Those over will either drive erratically or drive too slow. There isn't a happy medium.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">Blinkers. USE THEM.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">Don't pull out in front of someone only to turn 30 feet down the road.</span></li></ol>AmandaGail.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01131833285623132800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318145865935004548.post-9460395683550132232010-11-20T07:29:00.000-08:002010-11-20T08:17:51.025-08:00Twenty3 things I'm thankful for :)<span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >One of my very good friends does this every year. I figure it will make for a readable post. Since I'm 23 y/o I'm going to list 23 things I'm thankful for:<br /></span><ol style="font-family: verdana;"><li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Jesus dying for lil ole me</span> (and you, you, you and you). It's pretty self explanatory. He didn't have to.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">First Amendment.</span> Without it I would probably already be in jail. All of them actually rock out.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Family</span>. Because they're all pretty amazing. I'll admit they kill my nerves but I think I'll keep them around. Not to mention, I wouldn't be here without them.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mom, dad and sister.</span> Yes, family but they are very specific to be thankful for. My sister is my best friend and confidant (need a tissue B?), my mother keeps me grounded, is my idol and supports any of my choices and my father is everything I want in my husband. With that being said, they are also 98% of the reasons I need to be put on Xanax.<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">My little cousin.</span> She could fall under "family" but I honestly love this child. She drives me insane half the time but she's preparing me for my child. She's 5 years old and is my fashion adviser, little dancer, advice giver,, personal comedian and miniature me.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Friends.</span> They keep me sane in a world of insane relatives. I'm thankful though because the friends I have (which are not a lot and I like it that way) are true. They tell me if my hair looks bad, if I'm making a bad decision and if those pants make my muffin top look big. :)<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">My car.</span> Yeah, I'm thankful for it even though I want to trade it in on a different one every week. It was newly bought, never had any problems, is what I wanted for years and since it is an SUV I sit up higher.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Job.</span> I have one and in this economy I hear it's tough to get a job. So, I'm glad I have one and don't have to worry about being fired or it going under.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Freedom to come and go as I please.</span> My parents do not care where I go (I mean, I'm 23 so you would think that it shouldn't matter anyways). They don't care where I go but they like to know just in case. Makes me feel loved.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Having only the bills I incur.</span> Car payment, insurance for my car, Victoria's Secret credit card. Thanks to my lovely parents I do not have to pay any of the bills of the house. I do know some people whose parents make them pay rent after they turn 18 or when they move back home (I've done both). BTW- Don't get any ideas Mama!<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Unborn kiddo.</span> No, I didn't want a child... ever. Now that I am having one I am way too excited to meet it. Not on my timing but it's coming at the perfect time. I like that it's not born yet, I don't have to share it right now. Mine all mine.<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Debit card.</span> Psh, you can think I'm crazy but remember the days of writing checks? I also hate cash because I always end up losing some of it.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Coffee products.</span> You never know what you have til you can't have it. Oh how I miss coffee and will be enjoying it once my baby is out of me.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">My hair.</span> When I actually fix it I'm totally pleased with how well it behaves. Not to mention I never have to dye it. It has natural highlights and turns dark in winter and light in summer.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Razors.</span> Because I'm glad I don't have to look like a European woman. (Sorry European women, but I don't understand why you don't shave).</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">DVR.</span> I had it, now I don't, and I'm getting it back next month. I don't have to miss the shows I want to see but forget that are on.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Taquitos.</span> Do not hate. The DeliMex brand from WalMart rock out!</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Antibiotics.</span> I admit I hated taking them in the past and thought it was just a way for doctors/pharmacists to make money. Conspiracy theory if you may. Ha. Now that I am currently sick and can't take them... I get it. Sweet antibiotics I will never curse your name again.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Pictures.</span> My beauty is captured in them. Haha. Pictures spark memories and memories are all we have of some people.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Demographics.</span> I live in the US of America, specifically Georgia. Not only GA but a small town. My family is not rich but we're not poor. When I think about it I have no way to express how exciting it is that God put me here, and in this time. I could be over in a third world country where I am treated as property and have no rights.<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Fruit.</span> I love, love, love fruit. Pineapples, oranges, apples, kiwi, watermelon, ahh! Love it all.<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Online shopping.</span> If I had to go to the different places to make all my purchases then I wouldn't have half of what I do have. Call me lazy but it's convenient.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Thanksgiving. </span>I love all the food and family togetherness. My favorite is going to houses that your grandparents live in that are the perfect size for them but once you add all 20+ family members the house becomes cramped. I LOVE IT!</span></li></ol>AmandaGail.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01131833285623132800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318145865935004548.post-51290219847931953192010-11-17T10:12:00.000-08:002010-11-17T10:57:14.941-08:00What I really want to say...<span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >I'm pregnant and I'm new to this club (currently 4 months pregnant). People ask stupid questions. Below are the questions and the answers I would like to give.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Upon learning I was pregnant I received these questions:</span><br />Q: Are you and the father getting married?<br />A: No. A recent study shows that the baby will still be born even if the mother is unwed. Shocking, right?<br /><br />Q: The baby is (my ex fiance's name) right?<br />A: No. I just went out to the bar, grabbed a random guy, had a wild night and here I am now. Didn't even catch his name.<br /><br />Q: How did your parents take it?<br />A: They threw a party.<br /><br />Q: Does the father know?<br />A: Nah, I'm just going to show up at his house one day after the baby is born and yell, "SURPRISE!"<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I get these questions out in public now that it is common knowledge that I'm pregnant:<br /></span>Q: Are you seriously pregnant?<br />A: No. I lied just to see what people's reactions would be.<br /><br />Q: Let me see your belly.<br />A: If you lower your eyes approximately 2 feet that is where my stomach is. I know, I know... it's not the typical place for a stomach to be located.<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><br /></span><br />Q: But you don't even have a belly?<br />A: I know. Crazy that I don't look like I'm 9 months pregnant when I'm only 4 months along.<br /><br />Q: Do you know what you're having yet? (I was getting this at 5 weeks pregnant)<br />A: A baby.<br /><br />Q: Can I touch your belly?<br />A: Can I touch yours?<br /><br /><br />**Obviously, I did not respond with those answers but I would have liked to. I'm sure the crazy questions are going to get crazier. I also understand that some of these questions were asked by people who have never been pregnant and I also know that I have probably asked a pregnant person a couple of those at some point in time. :)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span>AmandaGail.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01131833285623132800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318145865935004548.post-37932007879929749322010-11-17T09:43:00.000-08:002010-11-18T11:11:24.641-08:00Somebody has to say it...<ol style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><li><span style="font-size:85%;">Keep your baby from crying at a restaurant. When I'm trying to enjoy my meal I need you to either make it stop or take it outside. Don't ignore it, the rest of us are suffering. </span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">Don't complain about never having any money if you're just drinking it away and pissing it down the toilet.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">If someone else is raising your child because you prefer to go out, do your own thing or live like you don't have a kid then you're not a good parent. Don't claim you are.<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">Women doing drugs when pregnant should have their tubes tied after delivery. That should automatically forfeit their rights to having a child.<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">Do not complain about being obese if you do absolutely nothing to change it.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">If there can be scholarships and schools specifically for Africans then there should be the same for Caucasians, Indians, Mexicans etc... without a different race saying it's racist.<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">Gays are people too. Throw your Bible around saying it's wrong and protest it but God says to love everyone. Practice tolerance, you don't have to agree with it. The joys of being an American!<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">I would never consider abortion for myself but I'm not going to damn someone else for the choice. They have to answer to someone else.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">Leave the food stamps for people who need them. If you can afford alcohol and cigarettes then you can afford bread and water.<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">Live in America... speak English. I don't want to try to figure out what you're trying to say.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">Do not use the self check out line if you have a buggy FULL of items.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">If he hits you, it's not love.</span></li></ol><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" >I'll probably add more to this one later.<br /></span>AmandaGail.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01131833285623132800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318145865935004548.post-37334659905550986572010-11-13T05:23:00.001-08:002010-11-13T06:00:20.503-08:00Love/hate relationship...<a href="http://www.facebook.com/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Facebook</span></a>. I have one, you have one, your mom has one and your grandmother probably has one. It's an epidemic. However, I love the 'book. I don't love some people on the 'book though. Here are my annoyances:<br /><ol><li>Couples sharing a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Facebook</span>. It's free? Why share it? Personally I think it shows that you're insecure and don't trust the other person to have their own. To add to it, not only do you confuse people when you're posting stuff but most of the time you have your name as "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">JohnJane</span> Doe" or "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">JohnNJane</span> Doe" or my personal <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">un</span>-favorite "John An Jane" which are all just plain idiotic.</li><li>What you post is public. DUH! If you can't spell please, please know that I am going to make fun of you. If it's a slightly difficult word, such as ambidextrous, then rest assure you've been saved from my mockery. If you mess up and, an, your, you're, there, their, they're, to or too then you will definitely be laughed at. If you consistently do it then you will be blocked. I can't take that kind of thing for too long.</li><li>False advertisement. I'm not talking about the ads on the side. I'm talking about Y-O-U. I know most everyone on my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Facebook</span> and I know that super hot picture is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">photoshopped</span>, squished (for the larger people) and all the extra effects were to hide the imperfections you're insecure of. Embrace yourself. God made you that way. If you can't love yourself, don't expect someone else to.</li><li>We don't care about what you're doing every hour of the day. Quit updating your status.</li><li>Quit freaking posting YouTube videos. There are people who occasionally update a video or two and I'll watch those. A recent person to be axed from my friend's list uploaded music videos all day. "I love this song", "This is mine and (blah's) song", "This is going to be played at my wedding". <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Nooooobody</span> cares.</li><li>Stalkers. I mean people who comment on every. single. post. you. make. For example- my mother and sister have <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Facebooks</span> (no surprise there) and we obviously comment on our stuff and pages. There is a person who comments on everything that gets posted, even if it's something I post to my mother's wall about nothing that is significant. Get a life and quit following us so closely.</li><li>The people I have labeled as the "pray for me" folks. They have an ailment every single day. They need your prayer for their brakes to last a little longer, for their $20 to last for the rest of the week, for them to get an energy drink. Seriously, I'm not wasting my and Big G's time praying for that ridiculousness.<br /></li><li>Hardcore people on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Facebook</span>. You are not bad, hard, scary or whatever else you might think you are being when you post about how you're going to kick <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">some one's</span> a-- for hitting on your man. You're probably sheepish in real life.<br /></li><li>Find out if you're related to someone prior to hitting on them. It saves you embarrassment and the other person the awkwardness of having to explain it to you.<br /></li><li>100 photos of you in the same pose but different shirts.<br /></li></ol>There are more than that and I'm sure you can add to this. Someone needs to make a book, "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Facebook</span> Etiquette for Dummies"... not it.AmandaGail.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01131833285623132800noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318145865935004548.post-35151974996097607622010-10-28T19:13:00.000-07:002010-11-27T16:11:54.340-08:00Ridiculous imagination and pretty panties.<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">It was raining rather hard when I left for work yesterday. I have definitely seen it worse but it was steady and was forming water puddles on the road. In case you didn't know, I think I'm invincible. I speed when I'm not supposed to (which is all the time). Specifically during the rain... again, I'm invincible and will not have a wreck due to slick roads. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I'm driving along and started to hydroplane (going 63 in a 45 around a slight curve will do that to you). Obviously I took my foot off the gas and let it straighten itself out. I think I'm an expert driver because my father is a truck driver. </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Haha</span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">. I'm happy to report that I still believe I'm invincible due to this. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">It's after I got a little farther down the road that I started imagining myself having a wreck (gasp). I would have slid across the road, hit the ditch, flipped upside down and finally stopped by slamming into a tree. I would have been fine and so would the baby but my dramatic mentality had me unconscious for a few hours. My pocketbook and all contents would have been damaged so that nobody was able to identify me. I would be Jane Doe. A nice passerby would have pulled me from the wreckage and called 911. After a few hours at the hospital my eyes would open and my mother would be waiting by the bed (they pulled my tag registration and figured me out). I would say, "Thank God I had on pretty panties."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Also, the passerby that saved me is Robert </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Pattinson</span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">. We fall in love and lived happily ever after.<br /><br />:)<br /></span></span>AmandaGail.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01131833285623132800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318145865935004548.post-882503844313586582010-10-27T23:08:00.000-07:002010-10-27T23:37:21.559-07:00People watching...<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I'm a people watcher. I like seeing how people act, what they're wearing, how they're talking. Maybe I should say I'm a people criticizer because I don't just watch, I comment.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">My mom and I were sitting at the baby doctor's office last week (I'm 14 weeks pregnant). The first thing I saw when I chose our seats was a cute old couple sitting to the left of us. They were holding hands, whispering to each other (I choose to think they were also being people criticizers) and you could just see how in love they were. The old lady looked at her husband and said, "Kiss me." I'm not much on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">PDA</span> but it was precious. She shuffled her feet which caught my attention that she didn't have on shoes. I looked at her foot and it was so swollen, like 4 times normal size. She couldn't fit it into the shoe. They called her name and her husband went to get her paperwork, filled it out for her, turned it back in, etc. That's when I started wondering why was her foot swollen.... and why were they at the baby doctor? I still don't know. I've thought about them a few times since then. I know your feet swell when you're pregnant but she was like 70 years old. Surely not?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I was filling out my paperwork and heard the front door open. I, like everyone else does, looked up to see who was coming in the office. You may look to see if you know the person. I look to see who the next victim of my mental judgment is. I got an overload. Four people walk into the office, two men and two women. Let me take a break for a second to comment on the amount of people this woman brought. Three? Do you really need that many people? I hereby dub them the Insane Clown Posse. One of the guys could have easily passed for a sheepish <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">emo</span> girl and the other looked inbred. They choose seats in front of Mom and me. I never could tell which one was the pregnant woman because they both loved food and could have passed for 11 months pregnant (don't act appalled, you would have thought the same thing). One of the women picked up the Avon catalog on the side table. Avon wouldn't be able to save her. Thank the Lord they were facing away from me or else I would be able to carry on about them forever.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">The cherry on my cake for this post is the younger girl sitting across from the Insane Clown Posse. At first glance she was a young mom bringing her newborn in for what was probably it's first check up. THEN, she stood up. Honey had on a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">tshirt</span> that was fine in the front. The back of it looked like it had gotten in a fight with a werewolf. Think about the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">tshirts</span> that were popular in the 80's that had slashes in them. That's what the back of her shirt was. She wore THAT to a doctor's office?! She was probably wearing that shirt the night she got pregnant. I'm all about dressing nice for a doctor's visit. I understand that not all people can afford nice clothes but the money she spent on that shirt could have bought her a solid color shirt from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">WalMart</span>. They're only $5. I point her out to Mom who tells me to hush. Hush? At a time like this? No, she needs to hear me pointing out how distastefully she is dressed. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I'll turn the tables on myself. I figure since I pointed out other people's flaws in that office I could point out mine. I had on jeans that day that kept folding up at the end. Someone probably thought I had on "high waters" and needed to go to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">WalMart</span> to buy a pair of $20 jeans that were longer. They were probably wondering where my "baby daddy" was and why was my mother at the appointment with me. Then someone probably wondered why I was asking my mom about all the medical questions I was having to answer on the questionnaire. To answer those- my baby daddy was at work and I have no idea about my medical background because I have never had to remember it thanks to dear ole Mom.</span><br /></span>AmandaGail.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01131833285623132800noreply@blogger.com0