Baa baa black sheep, any any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir three bags bull
One for the little girl mary says
One for the little girl in mary says
Baa baa black sheep, any any wool?
Yes sir, sir free bags bull
One for the little boy in mary's name
One for the little girl who mary says!
-Madeline
Today marks our fifth year of being hitched. FIVE YEARS. The mister and I have agreed that five is pretty significant, that it's like Really For Real now or something. That the past four years have just been practice, or playing house or something. Five is like...whoa...you're totally married.
I wondered what the fifth anniversary was, in terms of gifting. Some girls at work had no clue since they are still either so young that marriage is a funny joke to them or so old that they barely had the energy to kiss the cheek of their spouse on year 69 let alone celebrate the way you'd expect to on the year 69. Another girl thought it might be tin foil, which was good, I know how to make some pretty cool tin foil animals.
Alas, the gods frowned down upon me and I found out that year five is indeed the year of....wood. Seriously. Wood.
I had no clue about what to get him that involved wood, and I already used the no-fail gift of lingerie for Father's Day, so I ended up having a nice silver business card holder engraved with some sweet words about the future instead. Not exactly practical, or WOODEN, but still nice.
Then I open my gift...and HE TOTALLY SCORED AN AWESOME WOOD GIFT! He showed me up! But that's ok. I'll get him back next year with some awesome tin foil origami. Six is tin foil, I'm sure of it.
This is an awesome wooden plaque:
And this is just so beautiful:
Happy Anniversary, Baby. I know we toasted last night to five more wonderful years at the most but I didn't mean it. I'm in for life.
Good luck with that.
My little monster, Andrew, has been quite the handful lately. I was in the bathroom last week and Madeline came to tell me to, "COME LOOK! HAHAHA! ANDREW IS OUTSIDE! HEEHEEHEE!" and sure enough, when I ran into the living room, there he was, standing on the front porch pushing his face into the screen door and giggling. He'd let himself out. Thank god he hadn't gotten off the porch.
He has been pulling out the dining room chairs and climbing up and onto the table, hands and knees. He has started to pull out the drawers in the kitchen and loves to try and see what he can get out...plastic and rubber spatulas=okay and knives=very NOT OKAY.
I don't know how to further childproof our house, I think I might need to "Andrew" proof my life instead.
He just got his first haircut...so even though he is far from being two, the cut makes it look a bit more believable that we're in the terrible stage.
God help us.
Hittin the spray pool and chillin at the park.
You know, sometimes I forget that I actually PAY to have this fucking site. I should maybe, I don't know...update the thing once in awhile. I can't use a lack of content as an excuse for not writing, mostly I don't write because that when I DO have a few minutes to myself, I'd much rather zone out and see what YOU all are up to, rather than have to use both hands and tell you about what is going on in my life. Also? Where the hell to begin? Also? My language has not improved by a goddamned long shot.
So, I guess I'll fill you in a bit about my work situation and try to be all cryptic about it, because I never know who reads here and I never tell people at work about this site, but you know...people aren't dumb. Okay, MOST people aren't dumb. I do work with a few who might be a few cards short of a full deck (you know who you are) but still. Where was I?
I have been working for a company since last October, a well known company that sells skincare and cosmetics and some fragrances and other things. I am a consultant for this company and I am also working for a particular vendor who houses my particular company's counter. Got that? I work for two different places at once, basically. So, not long ago I heard about a DIFFERENT vendor who had an opening for the same position at the same counter in another location. This was AWESOME because the place was less than HALF of the distance from my house and the pay was better and the store was way busier and the clientele was probably willing to spend way more on my products and also? A real weekend off every third week. Like: Friday, Saturday AND Sunday off. And they really wanted me.
HELLO? What's the problem here?
I don't like to piss people off, I don't like to make waves. I once dated a guy that I hated for about two months longer than I should have because I didn't have the heart to hurt his feelings and dump his sorry ass.
Anyway, I finally got the ball rolling, a week later was able to put in my two weeks, and my last day is Friday the 13th!
Yay and good for me. Yada Yada Yada.
During this time, I also had been in for my yearly pap test. I told the doctor that under no uncertain terms was I wanting to be pregnant again, could we pretty please with a cherry on top schedule a tubal ligation for me? Please, huh, please, pretty please?
She said yes. There are quite a few people out there who have very strong opinions about the choices that people make in their own personal lives. Did you know this? Yes, you did? Really? Because I wasn't aware. I was told that it was stupid of me to get a tubal when it would be so much easier for my husband to have his nether regions undone. I was told I would regret it (most of this was told to me by one of those short card deck chicks from work) and that if THEY were me, they'd never do it.
Heh. Guess what? You're not me (thank god!) and I don't give a shit what you think. Neener neener neener.
I decided to move forward with my tubal for one reason only. I KNOW in my deepest heart of hearts that I am DONE having babies. Say I walked out into the street tomorrow and was struck dead by a bus. Say my husband falls in love and remarries, say he and his wife decide to have more children (good luck with that, sweetie!) and what if his plumbing was not all connected!? I would be soo very sad. I KNOW I am done. I cannot speak for what the futuremight hold for my husband, therefore....I have the tubal done. That's that.
Now, as plans are in place to have my tubal done on Monday, June 2nd, my pap comes back with bad news. Again.
Severe Dysplasia. Again. That means that I have some mean and angry cells in my cervix that might want to hurt me, might want to really hurt me bad. So we added a LEEP procedure to my surgery and called it a day. No more angry cells threatening to give me cancer, no more Fertile Myrtle, no more birth control pills giving me kidney stones (oh yeah, did I mention that the stones were caused by my taking YAZ birth control which contains a diuretic?) and viola. Life will be good...or at least better.
I had my surgery on Monday, all went well, I go back to work tonight, and life goes on.
That's what is new.
Go....take a break from this book you've read and please...if you have Yaz in your medicine cabinet, and are prone to kidney stones, go forth and burn them. Then drive your car over them, and then drive them to the dump and chuck them hard and far. Thank me later.
I'm not proofreading this, so thanks for hanging in there if you got this far.
I shouldn't be posting after having a glass or three of wine, and if my better half weren't asleep a few feet from me, then maybe I would consider not even bothering, but my mind is racing and I am stressed right the hell out at this moment, SO....
I am going through this tough thing with work right now. A thing where I need to be making tough decisions, and though they are pretty much already made, because they are NO-BRAINERS, I am still stressed because I am not the type of person who rocks the boat, or puts people out, or says "No" or ever, ever, ever makes a decision based on what's good for me, rather than what will make people happy. So, yeah...I'm stressed right now, but also happy because someone is seeing my worth and willing to make my life easier for it.
It's hard to admit that I am good at what I do, hard to say that I am proud of myself for being in the position where I might be fought over, but damn.
Here I am.
And if I could take a minute and be selfish enough to admit it: It feels really fucking good.
Well, thanks to some people posting sweet entries about their daughter turning some significant Milestone Birthday, I guess I need to come clean.
Hi. My name is JuJuBee, and I am now thirty years old.
Phew.
Thirty. Yep. I really thought that it wouldn't phase me to turn this age, but it really comes with a lot of introspection. It's odd to not be in my 20's anymore. I know that most of my friends around the same age are nowhere (that's one word, sweetheart) near where I am in my 30th year, meaning married with three kids. I've always felt older than everyone else either because I was a VERY young mom or because I just quite literally FELT older...due to lack of sleeping for 2+ years (which is also why I looked so old and haggard and puffy eyed if you were to click on that link above.)
So, while I am over here getting over myself already, GAWD! Let me also tell you that my little Middle Child who suffers miserably from Middle Child Syndrome turned three on Saturday. THREE. Do you know what that means? It means that we are one year closer to having all three children be able to cut their own food and wipe their own asses!! Well, ideally that is what that means. Debatable though. Especially when the queen refuses to even think about the potty (after she had been almost perfectly potty trained for a full day last month.) She won't go to college in diapers. I know it, she won't. Really.
I had a great birthday. The mister woke me up with a cup of coffee that he made with my brand new Senseo. Actually, he replaced my old Senseo because he sort of broke the other one...ahem. Then I spent the day playing with the kiddos, my mother in law showed up just in time for Mr. JuJu and I to head out for a dinner and drinks and then a little shopping spree at the mall that included a stop at heaven Sephora and a little present for the whole family.
Thanks to those of you who sent me a birthday email. Maybe if I find time today, I'll get some of Madeline's birthday pics up on my Flickr. Have a wonderful first day of May! Where the hell did April go?
