New Words

I will admit that I have been questioning Jackson's speech. It's not that he isn't speaking, just not clearly....and not that toddler speech, this was really unclear. Well just as it always works out, his speech has exploded within the past week or so.

I assumed he wasn't speaking because he still uses his pacifier. Which I know everyone in the world is against. This has been an ongoing battle in my family. As if I am letting him suck on Cyanide nuggets. But I stand firm next to the decision to let him suck on his innocent paci until he can comprehend that it needs to go, capesh?!!?!?!?

He can now tell me what he wants in his cup, juice or milk...expcept it sounds like this, " mama, baba? Jew! OR.... Mik!"

He can say all my friends names, Ashley(which he says very well and he even does the cute tongue roll..its funny!) Val, is Bal... Peter is Pe'er...Madie is Ma'ie....and my mom is Mommy. Nice huh? As long as he doesn't yell it out in public we are fine. My mom already looks like my friend, I am pretty sure if he called her Mommy and me Mama we would get some not so nice looks.

But my favorite words he has said has to be, "Ou'side...Mama! Lellow Cock!"

That translates to- "Can I go outside Mom and play with the yellow CHALK.

How Very Carrie Bradshaw...

I have been pondering relationships for the past couple days... and I promise that this isnt another woe is me post. Or at least its not what I intend it to be. But I have been having some discussions lately with people that know me and know the different circumstances I have been in. I know that everybody has their fair share of weird people...but what do we gain from these people? Are they simply here to guide us down a path for mere experience, that way we know never to do it again?

I have had 3 serious relationships in the past 9 years. That averages out to 3, 3 year relationships...I know I am a serious relationship whore! A serial relationshipist...

But each person has shown me exactly what I DONT want in my future husband. Side note, I love when people ask me what I want in a man...I have no idea what I want but I know EXACTLY what I don't want...

Take my high school boyfriend: He was a complete liar. This boy lied about everything. I am not talking about a typical teenage boy lie, " Hey I am going with my friends to the concert...not some girl" No. Not like that, he lied about what his middle name was. He lied about what kind of car he drove. He would make up things because his life, I am assuming was too boring. All things that did not have a reliable source. Just weird. Case in note... I will never date a liar again.

My CRRRAZY years boyfriend: Serial Cheater, liar, lazy bum. This guy cheats on things like they are going out of style. He is never satisfied with what he has I guess. And he still cheats on his current, live-in girlfriend. His idea of a job was working at a pizza&Chinese delivery place. Last I heard, he doesn't have a job and guess what...stilllll cheating. Case in note...Date someone who's goals in life include a career.

My current Ex: He means well, but he is a chronic partyer. (is that how you spell partyer?or is it partier?) Anyways, He is a good guy but never calmed down. Never. He would work from 6 am to 9 pm, stroll in the house with a 6 pack(half of which were already empty) and proceed to "pick up" around the house. He also never quite grasped the concept of having a child in the house that looked up to his every move. I think we are just better off as friends. Case in note: Never settle for less.

So moral of the story. Exes are exes for a reason. There are certainly people put into our life for a reason. These people are here to guide us to find the right one for us... to show us to never settle for less.

Waste of Time

It's 11 pm and I should either be A) sleeping or B) studying. B is way more important at this moment and A is nearly impossible. But I would rather be in cyber world, entertaining myself. Not like that, gross!

So I am currently in the middle of a break up as if you couldn't tell by my melancholy post yesterday. Sorry for the sob story... I know there are way worst things going on in the world right now that are more important than me breaking up with my boyfriend. Like world hunger, the current economic crisis or Heidi and Spencer. But when your amidst the chaos you get sucked into your own world and forget about things around you. It is like a mini relationship black hole.

I have decided to move back with my parents. I am jumping for joy as I type these words out. Really. I am. But honestly...my parents house isn't hell and neither are they. My family is actually quite funny and cool to be around, that is if my sister is sitting on the couch with duct tape over her mouth. Kidding...

But my current sleeping situation has to sucketh the most. Ya know how I said Jackson is still sleeping next to me? Well that hasn't changed, but add sharing a twin bed in the mix. Yeah, I said twin, like the ones you get in cramped college dorm rooms. But thankfully this one hasn't been pissed on due to drunken comas.

But just imagine it for a minute. Take a minute out of your busy day and imagine sharing a bed with a toddler. Yeah... its that painful. Literally, I got punched in my nose last night as he was turning into one of his MANY positions he sleeps in.

But regardless of my sleeping situation, the entire transition I am going through is kinda tough. All I know is I really needed that laugh session I just had with my sister and mom. They were helping me study for Phys. Geography and for some reason our conversation turned into global warming induced by Methane gas caused by Human beings...and why that isn't listed in the Gore movie.....

But really...farts? Don't you think that is an inconvenient truth?

Obvious Cliches for my Life at the Moment

With the good comes the bad.
Everything happens for a reason.
The grass isnt always greener on the other side.
AND the most important cliche of them all...

There are PLENTY of fish in the sea.

I've Been Tagged

Ok, so I have been tagged by a cyber friend of mine, Krystle, over at another blog. I would give out her link but her blog is private. Yeah I am that cool , I get invited to read private blogs. You wish you were me...I know.

So here it goes...

1. I have come to the epihpany that Jackson is the only male species in my life that I will love for all eternity and he will hopefully, never want to disown me.

2. I live for t.v. Mostly reality t.v. like the Hills, Project Runway...but you can add: Entourage, Californication, Greys Anatomy, The Office, Paranormal State... the list goes on. I currently do not have any t.v. shows on Tuesday nights. So, t.v. companies out there, give us a good Tuesday night show already!

3. I wish I could turn writing into a career.

4. I hate to work. I hate to go to a job and work my butt off. I just do. I wish I could write as a career..because that is something I enjoy and it would be my career not a job...know what I mean???

5. I could never move away from San Antonio. I would get major anxiety attacks knowing that my family is miles away.

6. I can tie a cherry stem with my tounge. Ohhhhh yeahhhh!

7. I am thankful that I had Jackson and truly believe he saved my life...

8. I have an affinity for food. All kinds. I am an obease person at the core...

9. I have ESP... I can read your mind.. Hey! I heard that...

10. When in a relationship, I try to love enough for the both of us. Which ends up completely backfiring becuase when you break up, it hurts twice as bad.





Here are the rules:Each blogger must post these rules.
Each blogger starts with ten random facts/habits about themselves.
Bloggers that are tagged need to write on their own blog about their ten things and post these rules. At the end of your blog, you need to choose ten people to get tagged and list their names.

SHOCKER of the Week

Could this be true?!?!?!?

This is a new section of my blog... I will post the most shocking, duh! moments of the week.

This one is sure to bring crazy old ladies down to their knees to pray. It is true...all the good looking men are either gay or married.

http://new.music.yahoo.com/blogs/realityrocks/101126/clay-aiken-yes-im-gay

By the way...totally gagging on the good looking comment I made, because he is far from it.

Things I Do But Swore I wouldn't

When I was pregnant I had a mental list of things I, as a perfect mother, would do for my child. I assume this is pretty normal. In fact I know it is normal because during my entire pregnancy I was a part of a message board devoted to pregnant mothers whose unborn children were all due the same month. They only guaranteed this fact and I knew I wasn't crazy.

So I was thinking back the other day at how many things I said I would or would not do as a mother and found it quite comical. The things I said I wouldn't do, I do and the things I said I would do, I don't.

I said I would breastfeed my son, being that it is the best nutrients for any new human being, plus it is the most natural. Well after two unsuccessful tries I nipped that one in the butt. I am still pro-breastfeeding and would love to try again on the next, but at the time, it wasn't for me.

I said I would never allow him to sleep with me because I know from personal experience that sleeping with your parents until you can drive is not cool. For both involved parties. Well as you know from past blog entries, this too did not go over well. He is about to be two and still kicks me in the throat and kidneys every night. Therefore the next child will have their own house as soon as they are old enough to sleep in a crib. kidding...

I wanted Jackson to only relish in nutritious food and only have goodies that were all natural and organic. This too is not something that cannot be done. I know people personally that follow this very rule. However, my child is addicted to sugar and its just in his genes people. There is no stopping genetics.

I also never wanted the t.v. to play babysitter while I got stuff done and to go further with this rule, Barney was never allowed to step foot in my house. I had enough of "Candy covered raindrops" and "I love you, you love me" when my sister was little...enough to last a lifetime. Or so I thought...Now in order to finish an essay for school the t.v. must be on, with my little one sitting wide-eyed right in front of the t.v. I am also now planning my son's second birthday and guess what the theme might be? BARNEY. I am actually in the process of booking a Barney character to show up at the party.. crazy or what? But that's who he likes..and thankfully Barney gave me my life back, at 30 minute increments at a time.