Yuckiness all around

Blah, just blah!

That is how I feel, summed up in three words. Today, I took the kids to play at the mall after Chic-Fil-A. It was Eli’s first time in the play area. He was being so good, I just could not believe it. Who’s child is this? He is usually clingy and just…complicated.

I actually got to sit for a few minutes and call some girlfriends. Well, one. Melissa and I were catching up — husbands, kids, homes — when my daughter runs ups to me: Mommy, Eli pooped on me!

What do you mean? Ergh. “Melissa, I have to call you back.”

I picked him up and held him in front of me. It was everywhere, like soup. Ewww. I know. (Thanks for the visual, faith.) I put him down on a bench and pulled his shorts off.  I had my compact thing of diaper wipes with me and they were gone in an instant. He was still dripping (with sh*t) and I was out of wipes.

Then he starts flailing around, so I grab his leg to keep him still and my entire hand was covered. Sh*t! And I meant it, literally.

I had to wipe my hands off with his shorts — he’s screaming, I’m losing it — as I strap a clean diaper on his dirty bottom. And we ran out of there.

What was I just saying about how complicated things are with this little one? You see what I mean?

So, Melissa, I know I left you hanging but now you know why.

The other yuckiness is that I am struggling to stay afloat in this marriage… I just hate what he did to me. That was even worse than the sh*t at the mall.

Still a blogger tease…

So, on my work blog, I recently wrote about meeting an NBA player. Actually, my son and his son hit it off. It was adorable. But, if you really want the story I never told my work readers, then I expect to hear from you. On my work blog that is.

WAIT! Before you go over there saying something crazy about this guy hitting on me (DO NOT DO THAT)…what I mean, is that I poured all of this time into a very nice and clean story for my mom readers. And I’d love your feedback in that sense. Over there, please.

Now, other crazy comments are welcome here. But, if you want to hear from me over here, well then I want to hear from you over there. Fair, right? You do, after all, want to know what he gave me, right? (Hmm..I wonder if I should eBay it?)

Let me know if you still don’t have the link and I’ll hook it up.

Ahh…new stuff

I guess some people will lose me, but as long as I don’t lose me…I’m okay.

A few things here:

So, I simply couldn’t resist doing this. I almost stopped myself because I am very funny about my words. I am–true to a mother’s heart– very protective over them. This blog is my baby toddler, you know. Plus the day I start writing to please people…or change my words because I am afraid of what people will think…is the day I walk away. (The link is at the end of this post. I am too lazy tonight to link it twice..)

So, go check out my critique and request your own. Oh come on, say what I said…Eh, what the hell? (Yes, that’s what I wrote to the guy in my email. Great first impression I probably made.)

Okay, here’s the other thing. I am in template hell. What do you guys see? How does this look? Go check me out here and let me know which is easier for you, the reader. One big fat headache on my end.

But, really, I need feedback.

Here is my own:
WordPress: I like that I can password protect certain posts. If I had been able to do that with blogger, many of you would know that G (guy on the down low) is none other than…oops, can’t password protect that.

Blogger: Blogger is like my favorite pair of old jeans. So, so comfortable. They fit just right and in all the right places, only I can’t really wear them “out” anymore. They are just for around the house and quick errands to the store. But I also can’t throw them out.

Whattodowhattodo. I don’t know what I am going to do (good jeans in right hand/old jeans in left.) Which pair do I toss? As for you, go check out my guy here

I am not really sure what his credentials are. Just some dude that decided he would be the critiquer of blogs. (I don’t know..) Either way, it works for me.

Please tell him Faith in Florida sent you.

Forgiveness

Awww… Baby E took four steps yesterday – to daddy. They are so connected. It’s wonderful, especially when he has a dirty diaper.

So, the kids (not the baby) had been at the beach for a week with my mother. They got home yesterday and when Naomi came home, she started crying. “I want to talk to you and daddy,” she said. “Alone,” she added, hinting that her big brother needed to go.

My heart skipped a beat. “Who did what to you?” I was thinking.

Instead, I sat her down in between us and said “What’s up.”

“I just want to say that I am sorry for being a bad girl.”

“Well, you are not a bad girl, ever. But, What happened? Did something happen at the beach?”

“No, I was good. I just missed you guys and I am sorry for all the bad things I have ever done to you guys because I just love you and don’t want to do bad things to make you upset.”

She was sobbing.

“…and so,” she continued. “I just wanted to say that..I forgive you. Mommy, I forgive you and Daddy, I forgive you, too.”

Awwww. I glanced toward my husband as she was hugging me and we both were laughing (though she couldn’t see it.)

“You forgive us?” I asked. “Well, thank you..thank you for forgiving us.”

Shutting it down!

See how pissed I am. I hate my computer. I hate blogger. I hate freaking html/publishing crap. Now, I cannot change this ugly simple thing I published just for now. It’s not letting me change anything. ARGH!!!

Someone help me!

Okay, Blogger and I made up. But, only after I left him for wordpress. As soon as I did, he realized that he had a good thing and came begging me back:) He is now on his best behavior. (Yes, I am now convinced that Blogger must be a man.)

You guys know that…

this is just a temporary fix. I just couldn’t do the dark anymore. I felt like my words couldn’t breathe although Eddo gets some serious props for that one. If I could just make it lighter, but I cannot.

So the wedding..well, G no longer has a fiance.

He has a wife. He called me and I said congrats! After all, there are no more secrets and so now all I can do is wish them the best. It no longer has anything to do with me. *Exhale*

Should I let you in on this little secret even though it hasn’t happened yet..which always leaves room for “just did not work out.” Ah, what the hell?

I am working on my first column for the paper. See, I had this brilliant idea (heh) that I could connect the print and online worlds by connecting my blog with my (not-yet-born) column.

As in..throw a topic out there and then let people comment on it on my work blog. The newspaper world is so focused on tapping into the online market, but I believe there is a need to tie the two worlds together.

Anyhoo, how cool would that be?

Now, sit back and get ready to..laugh with me at me. Yes, let’s all laugh at me together for this one. Now, seriously, dang! I don’t know how this happened. All I remember is that I was editing a story when my computer crashed. Only when it crashed, I guess maybe the changes weren’t saved and it got printed that way!

That means, 50,000 plus papers have been printed with my very funny mistake.

It’s funny in the context though. So I wrote about this kid who launched this literacy project. Here is the sentence: (name changed for this blog)

“As a high school sophomore, Bryan Williams spearheaded the “Dream Club,” a reading program that has helped under-privileged children imporive their literacy skills. For the last two years, Williams has met with students to teach them grammar, spelling and punctuation.”

NICE! I feel like such an IDIOT.

And now…let’s laugh together at the irony of my mis-hap. I feel like an idiot..but I also know how to laugh at myself. And I always prefer to do that with other people!

Colors…

Be helpfully honest, mkay? I’m feeling like I need new colors–especially with summer here. What do you think? I feel like I am more of a lighter, airy color. I am not a brown. Right?

You’ve read me long enough. What color/s am I?

I’m talking blog skin only:) You should already know that I am a white girl (with brown babies…hehe)

Yawn…

I’ve been doing a lot of that lately.

So..the wedding:

So mom was pissed at me for basically making her tell the girl. But she told her anyway, and then felt better about it. She said that there was something going on between G and best man, but that she would have to get the details from G herself.

I think that’s fair.

That night, G went to his mom’s house and picked up the things he had been storing in her garage for ever. She said he was polite, but abrupt. He left quickly.

So, now it’s not on anyone but them. Now, the situation is between he and her and they can make their decisions based on truth.

I like it. That is what I was hoping for. As for the wedding…they called it off for now as far as I know.

Moving on…(whew)…
If you read my work blog and you’ve ever lost someone you deeply love, then please honor them. I opened it up specifically for moms who have lost children, but I also opened it up for anyone who has lost someone. You’ll see why I did what I did. My goal was to remember our loved ones with a smile. Send me a picture and a memory, and I will publish it there along with the others I receive.

This is very close to my heart, since I will be including my sister, so it would mean a lot to me if you guys (those who fall into the category) participate. Simply put, let’s honor them together. There’s healing in that, too. (Les…I’m talking to you, too:)

Again, (yes again) if you still need the work link email me at faithinfloridablog@yahoo.com

No wedding.

Will update tomorrow. I’m going to bed *YAWN*