Strike this!!

Ok, I'm officially pissed off now.....thats right, I used the P word. Don't tell my daughter or I'll punch you in the face. Ooh, and while you are at it, don't tell my Grandmother either, I don't think she would appreciate me using that word either.....
But back to the topic at hand:
I just went online to watch my 2 shows that I usually miss watching on actual TV so that my hubby can watch his shows (because I'm just a really good wife like that....)-Greys Anatomy and Private Practice and they don't have ANY new shows up!! What the....I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS!! MY LIFE IS OVER!! Dig my grave now folks, life is officially not worth living. Ok, not really, but man oh man am I seriously bummed. If my hunch is correct I'm almost certain that it's because of the 'writers strike' going on. wah wah wah. Cry me a frickin' river people. Can't you just Strike writing ALL your other shows?! Why the only two that I really take the time to invest myself into?! Wait, I take that back: The Office. The Office is my much needed weekly dose of hilarity and that too has been taken away from me.....
I know: 'Can't you just go read a book, Abbie?' No, if I wanted to go read a book, I wouldn't be bitching on here about missing my show now would I??
'Well, back in my day...blah blah blah' Fine that was your day. This is mine. I want my freaking show!!!

Ok. I'm done. This was officially the most pointless post I have had to date, and yet I feel miraculously better.....

Now if only they would strike something like Dora....or Blues Clues.....what a world it would truly be.....

Girl, I KNOW I can dance!!

I am SO blessed to have the best in-laws in the world. Johns sisters are truly like my own and his momma is my #2 for sure. I love them love them love them.
My momma #2 treated us girls to the-are you ready for this.......SO YOU THINK YOU CAN DANCE tour!!!
I know. You are jealous. But God doesn't like jealousy, so why don't you just suck it up and be happy for me, k?
It's WAY too hard to try and describe how cool the show really was, so I'll just throw some pictures out at ya to enjoy....




*Doing a group dance*



*I like to pretend that it's me dancing
with Pasha during this one....*sigh*



*This dance was to the Lion King
song...it was incredible!*



*You whip that cape around
Pasha! Whip that cape you
gorgeous hunk of a man!
(it's ok, John totally knows I
feel this way. He has Halo3, I
have Pasha. He'll get over it.)*




*The lady in-laws who I got
to be super giddy with for
a night!*


Thanks momma 2 for a much needed fun night out! I love you!

Not quite the 'Chester the Molester' type

So here I am working my way through my regularly visited sites in my bookmarks and decide to check my email....Oh! Looky here, someone commented on my blog! Great, let's just go check that out. A little click here, sign in there, and....*GASP*

Lets go back a bit. I LOVE LOVE LOVE to read other blogs. Particularly other mommy blogs. I love to know that there are other mothers out there who, while having it all together would be just fan-freaking-tastic, we all just know thats not always possible. I LOVE to hear all the hilarious and random things their little ones say throughout the day. I LOVE that 'oh my gosh, I know JUST what you are talking about!!' feeling. Especially when you are home by yourself. All. Freaking. Day. That little bit of connection to the outside world does wonders for a depressed mother of a toddler.

Ok, back to my horrifying realization at the beginning of this post-One of the mommy blogs that I linked to my own blog as one that I regularly visit? She commented on my blog!! Oh lord. First thought: Oh crap. How did she know that I have been reading her blog?? I haven't ever commented before....she's totally going to think I'm a stalker.....How can she not think that I'm totally wierd and plotting this big 'stand outside your window and stare at you and then steal all your kids' adventure??
Please, Dear Woman, Have no fear. I can't handle one kid let alone all six of yours! ;)

Now that I have embarrassingly introduced you to my newest 'blogging buddy' wander over and take a look at her blog! If you are a Mother of 1 or 20, if you are a woman, shoot-even if you just have a pretty darn good sense of you humor, you will appreciate it! I promise! And tell her that her stalk....I mean Abbie sent you! HAHAHA JOKES people, jokes!!

Oh lord, have I dug myself even deeper?? *sigh*

Happy Friggin Thanksgiving

Dear A-hole who-decided-to-share-this-disgusting-cold-with-me,

Really?? Was it imperative that you spread the most repulsive cold possible?? When the ever-thickening phlegm was caked to the back of your throat, was your first thought to hunt me of all people down and make sure that I was the one who rejoiced in the beauty of hacking on indescribably revolting junk with you?? When your cold finally started to fade, but then came back the very next day 10 times worse, did you think 'Oh, Abbie would LOVE this one!'?? Thanks. Thanks for thinking of me first jerk. Hope that made your day.

Not so Sincerely,

Abbie

Oh Happy Day

Yesterday was a super enjoyable day, I turned 25. That in of itself wasn't the most enjoyable thing ever, but the festivities surrounding yesterday were fun. My day started with "Psst, momma!", and there by my bed stood the most handsome man and the most adorable little girl you ever saw holding my favorite kind of donut with lit candles on it. They proceeded to sing 'Happy Birthday' to me and then Liv helped me blow out the candles. (I can tell it took a lot of self control on her part to not blow them out on her journey helping carrying it up the stairs).
The day carried on with a fun trip to the mall to wander and maybe grab a few 'much needed' things. haha
John and I had this big plan to go to PF Changs for din din (just the two of us), then go see a movie. Well, that slowly whittled down to 'maybe lets just go to dinner, then come back in and have banana splits at moms house'. Then from there it went 'Man, I'm pooped after the mall, lets just got somewhere in town...'. The final result of my indecisiveness was getting chinese take-out, going back home, pulling out the futon and watching our new Shrek the Third movie! (Don't tell Livie we watched the new Shrek movie without her!!) Yum. Plain pan-fried noodles and a funny movie-is there anything better?? I then got to enjoy some SERIOUSLY tasty banana splits and fun family at my Mommas house. What a great day :)
Thanks to everyone for your warm birthday wishes! And those who didn't know it was my birthday, you can go ahead and tell me now and I'll forgive you. :)

A face only a mother could love....

I believe her exact words were:

"I love you sweetie. Now go and put some cucumbers on those eyes."

Thanks momma. I love you :)

Soothing melodies and a warm heart...

Those of you who have never experienced the awesomeness that is Colbie Caillat, PLEASE do so. I heart her. I freaking love her like a fat kid loves cake. As my friend Em says, 'like a 2nd grader loves recess'. You get the idea. She's fan-freakin-tastic. I discovered her beautiful voice on myspace a long long time ago, no one had ever really heard her much, and I couldn't figure out how. Now she's come out with her long-awaited album and everyone can see why I'm so ga-ga over her. Did I mention I kinda like her??

My worlds-best-hubby arrived at home last night with the most wonderful surprise a down-in-the-dumps kind of girl could hope for:

1. The new Colbie Caillat CD
2. The new 'US Weekly'
3. 10 bucks with instructions to go relax in a tanning bed somewhere-and 'take your new CD, because I checked it out and you can listen to your own music in them!'

Wha....WHAT?! Is this guy for real?? I'm suprised he didn't choke on his words as he walked through the front door only to see me sitting on the couched in my sweats, nasty hair, hovered over a bowl of mac and cheese. One look and I'm sure his first thought was 'eh, maybe she just needs to be taken out back and shot!' hahaha
Seeing as I wasn't feeling well last night, I took a rain check on the tanning idea but GLADLY sneaked upstairs (after MUCH protest from my daughter), popped the beautiful words of Colbie into the trusty CD player, crawled under the covers and for the next 2 hours proceeded to catch up on all the latest gossip on my Hollywood friends. Wow. I couldn't believe how wonderful that was.
Thank you Johnny for knowing exactly what I needed. I promise my 'Funk' will be over with soon. Bear with me. I love you :)

You go girl

Read this...

Funk-a-delic yo!!

So I am in a major funk lately. I mean like MAJOR.
For about the past week, I've been feeling completely unmotivated in everything I do (or don't do for that matter).
Most days this week I'm not even out of my sweats by the time John peeks his head in the front door at the end of the day.
Most days my showers have been saved until after dinner when I can have a peaceful, uninterrupted few moments to myself to shampoo my indescribably colored hair with yes, you heard it, Herbal Essence baby! There's something about having another person in the house to distract my unbelievably hyper-active toddler while I shower so I'm not subjected to the shower door flying open and an excited voice yelling 'Mommy! Sing with me! What wanna sing? A B C D Little starrrr...' . *sigh* Sure Liv, I'll sing with you while I'm standing here dripping wet freezing my patootie off....
Most days this week all I can manage is shoving the dishes into the dishwasher and MAYBE one load of laundry. (note-there is QUITE a bit more than one load of laundry waiting on my bedroom floor just begging to be washed.
Most days this week, all I want to do is crawl under the covers and lay there. I'm not tired per say, but I feel like I mentally/emotionally/physically cannot do more than wrap myself up to mummy status and lay on our newly discovered unbelievably comfortable Ikea futon. But thats not going to happen.
Most days this week I have been SERIOUSLY unhappy with the state of my body. My weight, the direction things are going (literally-ha!), the patches resembling that of a certain dairy food coating the back of my once taut buttocks and thighs....I've NEVER been one to care about my weight/body, so why when I gain a little weight should I really care now?? UGH.
Generally speaking I'm a decently patient person when it comes to my daughter. Notice I said decently. No comments from you, John you big turd! :) Really, I have to be, I'm home with her all day. But this week, the smallest things just totally set me off. I have ZERO patience. NONE. ZILCH. NADA.
Laying in bed last night in my depressed state I tried thinking about what may have set this all off? Let's see, it's been going on for almost a week now, what happened a week ago? Then, it hit me. No, not literally, (though that may have got my ass in gear a bit!) but I realized about a week ago is when the weather started getting crappy again. I'm a TOTAL warm weather girl. Anything having to do with the sun-I'm there. And I get this total feeling of euphoria after spending an amount of time basking in the fake sun we like to call a tanning bed. Am I dealing with Seasonal Depression?? hmmm.....
All that being said, my normally excitable 2 year old has this week of all weeks decided she would like to be SUPER TODDLER and rid the world of anything peaceful, quiet and still. She's actually resembling what I would envision a rabbit on crack cocaine would be like. *another sigh*
Ok God, seriously, are you just sitting up there on your nice fluffy cloud getting major chuckles out of all this?? Is my insanity HUMOROUS to you?? NOT funny God. NOT laughing down here.

Pinch it off!!!

Ok, no joke we have the dumbest fish ever. I was just up laying Livie down for her nap and glanced over at our little scaly friend and noticed he has a long string of poop approximately 6 inches or so in length just dragging along behind him. EW. John and I often comment (because we have nothing better to do) on how often this little guy swims around with poo attached to his behind. But NEVER has he had dung about 2 X's his length catching a ride on his teeny tiny tooshy. That's disgusting. If I had crap hanging off of my bum all day for the whole world to see, I wouldn't have any friends. At least I would hope that I wouldn't. Who would want to be friends with someone that wants to be friends with someone that has poop hanging off of their butt?? You get the point. Maybe thats why he's content to swim around his little fishy world by his self.
Or, maybe he's not dumb. Maybe he has some bowel issues. Either way, gross. I knew I didn't like fish for a reason. (besides the obvious fact that they taste/smell revolting....)

M-I-N, N-I-E, M-O-U-S-E!!!

*squeek squeek* (Thats mouse talk for Happy Halloween!)

So much fun was had trick or treating last night-I still can't believe I have a child old enough to carry on this candy gathering tradition. *sigh* Too weird. The best part about this being her very first year was that shes still too young to eat ALL the candy herself, so of course Mom and Dad are gladly here to help her out :)

Shoot, it's fun having a 'cute' child, they seem to get more candy than the others.....
(overheard by a neighbor) "oh your are too cute! Here, take some more!" hahaha

You go girl! You get that candy!! (and share with your dearest mommy and daddy of course)