Unprecendented

I blogged 4 times in the month of March.   A thousand apologies,  as I know you are all sitting riveted in your seats wondering what marvelous things are going on in my life.

Let me bring you up to speed.

It's really really really cold and I'm so sick of it.

By not blogging in March I spared you endless bitching about the unnatural coldness.  You're welcome.

In all serious, I haven't been blogging because I have had a serious case of writers block - which surprised even me since I don't write anything on here that takes much thought.   I generally don't proofread before I hit post (and when I say "generally don't proofread" I mean "I never once have proofread").  But when your life is full of mundane and it's really cold out and you are about to lose your ever loving mind if you don't get out of your 881 SF of hell... it becomes hard to think about anything else.

I did miss posting about my Little Man's 1st Easter while I was wallowing in my own despair.  Here we go!!

 Happy Easter Little Man!!

 And another one.  Please ignore me... it was early and I hadn't had any coffee or food or makeup or... anything.  But I need to be IN the picture more often and I'm trying to not let things like looking like I'm a zombie get to me.    Actually I didn't wear any makeup at all on Easter since we were running around like mad people trying to get to Church on time.   We failed in that endeavor and I still had to go sans makeup!

 Stolen egg!  The Easter Bunny only left eggs for Baby Girl to find, but my Little Guy was more than happy to steal them from his big sister.

 His Easter Basket!  Filled with mostly food,  some socks and sippies.   Oh, and a truck because what little boy doesn't want a blue police car?  I think it's a paddy wagon... what little Irish kid doesn't want a toy paddy wagon??  (answer: all of them) 

 Hello.  I think deep thoughts.  Also, how adorbs is my Easter sweater vest? 

Big Sister's 3rd Egg Hunt of the season.   Lucky.  Little Brother is more than happy to steal these too.

Family!  Even though I picked out and dressed the children, I guess I didn't get the memo to wear blue.   I also hate this picture, but again... trying to get IN the picture more often.   It would help if I had more makeup on!

I'm going to try to post more in April.  I still have massive writer's block, but I'm going to make an effort to push through it.

way back machine

Easter 2010 - Baby Girl was 9ish, 10ish months old.  I don't remember when Easter fell that year.  Notice how crazy her hair is. 

Easter 2011 - Baby Girl was 1.9ish, 1.10ish.  I think Easter was late April last year, so I guess she was 1.10?  She still wears those pajamas on occasion.  Mother of the year, right here.   I wish I had a better picture of her with her Easter Basket from last year so you could see her face,  but that's the best I can do. 

 

Another one from Easter 2011 so you can see her face.  Isn't she cute? 

I can't wait to see what her hair looks like this year,  I feel like we're going backwards into the crazy hair territory.   I'll let you know.

I will not go off on a tangent..... I will not...

Happy Good Friday to you!

Going to Stations of the Cross on Good Friday was probably the highlight of my church-going year. I would always go to the 4:30 service with my mother, and we usually met up with the neighborhood people we knew (this is when there was literally a Catholic Church in every neighborhood where I grew up) and you'd sit there and basically watch a play. Yeah, there was some boring parts, but as far as being dragged to Church goes - Good Friday is not that bad. Unless you really think about Jesus being nailed to a cross and dying. That kind of brings the mood down a bit.

Easter, however, is a nightmare. Standing room only and I swear that Mass is about 7 hours long. But I did get to wear my new Easter dress, bonnet, gloves, and I usually had some sort of pocketbook too. I'd sit there and look for all the other little girls I knew and check out their dress, bonnet, gloves, and see if they had a pocketbook too.

What? Easter mass can be a fashion show.

If you aren't Catholic, or have never been to a Stations of the Cross service, I highly suggest going to one at some point in your life. Andrew still likes to yell "Crucify him! Crucify him!" at random times throughout the year. (I'm sure he didn't actually want to crucify Jesus... but when you are kid, being allowed to YELL IN CHURCH!!!!!!! is a memorable event)

Who's excited for the Easter Bunny? I hear he's bringing bubbles to a certain young lady!!

Bonus random baby picture!! I think she's about.... 2 months old in that picture.

Easter

Random: the ads on my blog have been about drug addiction since I put up my previous post. To the Google Gods: I have only been taking OTC motrin and tylenol, and legally prescribed percoset, which made me so sick I stopped taking them. You don't have to worry about me anymore. Thanks.


We had an okay Easter this year - actually being at my brother-in-law's house was fine, but the ride up and back were nightmares. We had to pull off the highway to console a hysterical baby (who declined to nap that day) on the way up, and we hit traffic on every single road we were on during the ride back. And there were some other issues on the way back, but I said I wasn't going to talk about that anymore. So I'm not. BUT DAMN, IT HURT (thought it was the last REALLY painful moment. Oh... I'm talking about it again... right... ending now)

Here are a few Easter pictures.

The Easter Bunny came!! He brought me presents!!! I have a ball!!!

If that Easter Bunny thinks by giving me a nifty package of hair elastics means I will sit still and let my mother put my hair in a ponytail, he can think again. I don't care how fun it is to eat this package, I WILL NOT WEAR A PONYTAIL!!!

But.... is that it? No more presents??

It's okay, Baby Girl. Your birthday is in 11 weeks. You'll get more presents then. Mama has to go sob into her pillow over the fact that you will be a year old in 11 weeks. Excuse me.

Easter

The Easter Bunny finished up her shopping today. I have it on good authority that the Bunny will be bring BG a little pink stuffed bunny, a new toy boat for the tub, a Winnie the Pooh CD, a spring shirt that may or may not have been on clearance at Target, and hair elastics. I think that's a pretty good Easter for a little girl whose father's job is ending.

Yup. His office is closing - but there's a high chance he'll stay employed. Not guaranteed, which causes me much stress and sleepless nights, but still a high likelihood. Because it isn't a guarantee, we have to cut back on spending until everything is sorted out, and that means less Easter frivolity. Hopefully we can make it up to her on her birthday.

Happy Easter!

Easter is really low key in the OG household. We are strictly weddings/funerals churchgoers, so to us Easter means family and ham. This year we're celebrating with my family, which I can't say pleased Andrew's family too much. But I am confident that soon (maybe in another 3 years) they will understand that I still have a family, but it a work in progress. It's also something that is a never-ending source of stress and has a tendency to create drama around holidays where none should be created, but such is life. I'm already a little scared of what the 4th of July will bring this year, what with a brand new tiny newborn in the house - I doubt we will be going anywhere. I can't imagine the friction that will cause. Isn't married life fantastic?

Happy Easter!

Happy Easter... or in my case, happy day of gluttony and my brother-in-law's lethal margaritas. When he handed it to me and said "good luck" you know they are probably not good news. They are more "sipping" margaritas than "drinking" margaritas. There was a lot of food everywhere... from appetizers and desert. I can barely move.

And a gigantic congratulations to Maggie!!

I'm not a happy girl

I'm tired. I'm tired of working, I'm tired of going to school, I'm tired of never having any money, I'm tired of constantly being worn out from working and going to school, I'm tired of never having any time to just relax, I'm tired of the cold weather, I'm tired of being stressed out, I'm tired of not having a good book to read. I'm just tired!



Shockingly I don't have school work to do this weekend and we aren't doing anything on Saturday. I think I am taking a well needed, long overdue Meghan day. I don't have enough money to get my nails done, or get my hair done, it's not pool or beach weather, and I still don't have any good books, but I will figure out something to do that lets me relax. Of course this is after I go to the gym and clean up around here. But still. The day is mine!



Sunday is Easter. I hate Easter. This year we are spending Easter with Andrew's family which means I have to drive two hours to Stratham NH, spend time there, and then drive two hours home. Yeah... that sounds fun. Oh wait, nope, no it doesn't. Physically being there is fine, but the 4 hour driving time leaves a lot to be desired. I'm not religious by any stretch of the imagination (I'm probably the opposite of religious) and Easter doesn't mean anything to me. I'm not even one of those lapsed Catholics who goes to Mass on Easter and Christmas. Hells no! Easter Mass is terrible - only slightly surpased by Easter Vigil. I would rather go to 6 regular Masses then even go near a Mass during Holy Week. To me, Easter is a day that I have to drive for 4 hours to eat ham. I can eat ham at my own house. At least when we spend Easter with my own family, I only have to drive for a total of 2 hours. My brother and sister-in-law are not celebrating Easter this year. Just not celebrating it. They are staying home and not driving anywhere and not even having any ham. It's just a regular Sunday to them. I am so jealous. I can't do that because my mother would guilt trip me into doing something. She won't do that to my brother because she is afraid of breathing the wrong way near him, since he tends to sulk and gets offended over the silliest things ... but whatev. The point is - he isn't celebrating easter. He is my hero right now.



This has been a very very long week. And as I previously mentioned, I'm tired of life right now. Some things have me pretty drepressed and I'm in a constant state of stress, and I just need a break. I would like an entire weekend free, but I'll take Saturday.



I wish I was here: