Happy October!

Joy of joys. We are inching closer to winter. But with any luck, we have put the 90 degree days behind us and can have a nice fall.

A minor change to the blog - I've allowed any and all comments. When I say "allow" I mean you no longer have to register to leave a comment. Anyone can leave one. However, they are still moderated and I will pick and choose what to post if I start getting creepy stalker comments again. If they start up again, I'm closing them to anonymous commenters. That doesn't mean I won't post your comment if you disagree with me on something; on the contrary, I will. And then I will tell you how wrong you are. But I know there are a lot more readers out there than just Bree, Matt, and Andrew. Because if that's the only people who read this, my posts would be more along the lines of "duuuuuude, remember when Matt wouldn't swear and said "dang it" all the time and it was hysterically funny for some unknown reason? (except Bree won't remember because she was in high school)" and "FRIES AND RANCH 4EVA".

Don't think I don't know who reads this blog people, I see the IP addresses. So since I already know that you are reading, feel free to leave comments! They aren't blocked anymore! Freedom of speech as long as it isn't creepy and stalkerish!!!

fall: autumn

Yesterday it was pushing ninety degrees. Today is barely hitting 70. I love New England.

(except during the months of January, February, and March. I hate New England during that time)

I bought a new sweater yesterday. I felt guilty about spending the money. And then I realized it was $17.50 and I was buying it from Old Navy. Then I stopped feeling guilty; though I kept thinking that for $17.50 I could buy Baby Girl 2 complete outfits (I'm a big fan of the Circo $4 pieces). But Mama needs some clothes too, right? Plus it's a cute sweater:
I also went out to dinner with a bunch of people to celebrate our 30th birthdays. I am not yet 30, but I still got to celebrate. It was a whole night all for me! Shopping for me! Out to dinner with just me! (and my friends, natch). Yay for me!

Speaking of me time, it's currently naptime which SHOULD mean it's Mama's naptime too, but it really means it's time go to make my chili for lunches for the week.

Beat LA! (no, this time, really - it's your last chance)

Yesterday my friends and I played hooky (okay, so one of them is a stay at home Mom, one was already on vacation, one legitimately had the day off, and I used a vacation day) to go Six Flags. I had never been to Six Flags - I had been once when it was still Riverside, but I hadn't been since Six Flags took over. I did NOT ride Superman (which, by the way, isn't called Superman anymore. It's the same roller coaster, but it's painted purple and now it's called Bizzaro), but I did ride almost all the other roller coasters. I get motion sickness on any rides that spin, but I can do roller coasters.

There are two old wooden rollercoasters there. Those are my favorite. I love how they are rickety, the sound of the carts rolling around wooden frames, the fact that there's really nothing holding the carts on the track, I just love wooden rollercoasters. Don't get me wrong, I was a big fan of the newer ones too, but there's something about the old fashioned wooden ones that were built in the 1920's, and you can never be quite sure if the wood is completely rotten and you are going to fall to your death...

One of the few non-roller coasters that I could do was "Scream", which is one of those elevator type rides where you are shot up to the top of a tower and then they have you free fall back down. I enjoy those rides too, but my god - I honestly thought I was going to die. I've never been on one that was so tall. During the last free fall, which you fall from the very top to the very bottom, I screamed "OH MY GOD" over and over and over, and I think I was still screaming after it had stopped. I got off and I was trembling all over. The next ride was Superman which I did not go on, but I was still trembling from Scream when my friends got off it. And they had to wait awhile to get on it.

Oh, I'll go back on it if I ever get back to Six Flags. If I stop shaking before that.

good idea? bad idea?

Andrew and I went skiing today at Wachusett (mountains of fun, minutes away!). For my one and only day of skiing this year, it went okay. The conditions and weather were good, but not great. My skiis are in terrible shape. I am in terrible shape. But I did the best I could, didn't fall, and saw a very good friend that I hardly ever get to see anymore. I was happy to ski, happy to see my friend, and it felt GOOD to be outside. When I was younger and would come in from a day of sailing my mother would always ask if I bled or if I cried. If the answer was no, then it was a good day. I guess I can officially call today a good day.

We got a lot of runs in, since the mountain wasn't too crowded and it's not that big in the first place. I can do black diamonds there, so I felt good about my skiing ability. I'm exhausted now. Skiing once a year can take a lot out of you!

My baby is sick with a nasty head cold and cough. It's breaking my heart. If only you could give a baby cold medicine! I stopped nursing her two weeks ago. And now she has a cold. WHY DID I STOP????

Wacky Wednesday

There is nothing wacky about today. But Wednesday needs a little pick me up sometimes. It's such a blah day. It's good because you're ALMOST there, the first two days are behind you, but the reality is you still have 3 to go.

This weekend is crazy for us. I am going out with my friend Courtney on Friday for some girl time. I almost never see her anymore, so I'm pretty excited. Saturday we have my niece's 2nd birthday party during the day (she's two?! the fuck?! How did that happen?), and then at night we are going out with two couples and their children. There will be 6 adults and 4 kids, 3 of whom are 7 months or younger. Should be an absolute crazy time, but I'm looking forward to it, but we're going out at 6, which is an hour before BG's bedtime. We have a ridiculously strict schedule with her when it comes to bedtime and voluntarily messing it up scares me. The child goes to bed at 7. We went through some painful weeks of crying it out with her, but now it's a breeze to put her to bed. We go into read at 6:50, read a few books, I'll let her comfort nurse, and then 7:00 she's in the crib. Wide awake. Not a sound from her as she puts herself to sleep. We worked SO hard to get to this point, and I'd like to keep it up. But the plans are to go out at 6:00, so we'll see what happens on Saturday night! I'm still hoping to go skiing on Sunday (DOES ANYONE WANT TO COME WITH ME????), so this weekend is non-stop for us.

Any bets on if I will be still standing on Sunday night?

my 3 little friends

Almost 4 years ago, my friends Ian and Bree got married. It was a fabulous wedding and everyone had a great time. And after it was all done, I ended up with 3 of their bottles of wine that they gave as favors. Two reds and a white, two little bottles and a big bottle (I have zero idea why I have three bottles and why I have a big bottle. But I do).

Those three bottles of wine have been in my house since we moved in. We got them 4 months before we bought our place, so I don't really know where they were for those 4 months. The point is, we've had them for a very long time. And I have no idea why. I'd certainly keep the bottles, because they have personalized IandandBree labels. So the bottles are keepsakes. The actual wine? Well, that should be consumed. But we never drank it. And now I feel like I can't.

Last Thursday, Andrew and I were staring at this wine. The bottles are now permanent fixtures on our wine rack. At this point, I don't think we will ever drink it. Since we waited for so long, I feel like its a sacrilege to drink it. I like the bottles sitting in my wine rack. I like brushing the dust off every time I deep clean the kitchen.

So I think they will just continue to follow us around for the next 40 years :)

alrighty

the situation is as bad as ever. Worse than I thought it was going to be, actually. But it won't get better for awhile. I'm working on it, but it's still going to be awhile. So I'm back. I cried all I can possibly cry over it.

I don't have much. The O'G family went up to Maine last weekend for a very good friend's wedding. We all had a blast, reconnecting with old friends and making some new ones! Okay, I made some new friends as I was in the wedding party. Per usual, the SAC crowd talked to no one but ourselves. Yes, we are anti-social like that, but I'm really okay with it. It's not like we all get together with any regularity, so when it happens I'm okay with being a clique. But, I did get to know some really cool people, and got to know others better. The weather was PERFECT. Even better than the weather on my wedding day, which was also really good. And we saw George Bush, Sr. He rode by us on his boat and congratulated Scott and Val! Although only the wedding party got to see it, it was still really really cool. I was the idiot on the boat waving and yelling "HI MR. PRESIDENT!!!!!!" So all in all, Val and Scott had an extremely fun wedding (second only to my own, I would say!) and I wish them the best!

This is the view from our hotel room. All Maine jokes aside, Kennebunkport is really nice. I probably won't go back though :)

Who takes someone else's wedding day and makes it about her own child? Me!!



The Who's Who of the wedding guests!