tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116343752024-03-19T05:45:43.465-07:00Watchin' WeenWell this used to be a knitting blog ... but life has changed. Now that I'm the mom of an infant, most of my free time is spent breastfeeding ... and when I'm not being a mom or working ... then I'm dating. Jump on and take a ride with me.............Weenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16308770400870961664noreply@blogger.comBlogger108125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11634375.post-70217252534760542302008-06-13T15:43:00.000-07:002008-06-13T16:03:56.570-07:00ConfusedSo I was on my way home from work yesterday when I saw a guy on a motor cycle in front of me on the off ramp. He was wearing one of those REALLY lame <a href="http://www.thehelmetmohawk.com/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">mohawk</span> helmets </a>, but what confused me is that his license place was a handicapped plate. I'm sorry, but I'm confused. If you are handicapped how can you ride a motorcycle? According the the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">DMV</span> you must meet one of the following criteria:<br /><p>*Heart or circulatory disease.<br />*Lung disease.<br />*A diagnosed disease or disorder that significantly limits the use of lower extremities.<br />*Specific, documented visual problems, including low-vision or partial-sightedness.<br />*The loss, or loss of the use, of one or both lower extremities or both hands. </p><p>I suppose that he <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">could've</span> had lung disease or some heart problem ... but he looked young. Wouldn't you think riding a motor cycle would be too stressful/dangerous if you had a heart condition. I guess I just can't imagine my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">gramps</span> with his oxygen tank cruising around on a motor cycle wearing a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">mohawk</span> helmet. </p><p>Just weird.</p>Weenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16308770400870961664noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11634375.post-8124203955309429802008-06-12T13:00:00.000-07:002008-06-12T13:06:29.944-07:00Sad MamaJack left yesterday for a trip to his Grandparents house in Georgia. Cheryl came in Tuesday night and took him back yesterday. This was his first time flying across the country. I was a little nervous that I wasn't with him. But I knew he'd be fine. He's adjusting well and having lots of fun with his grandparents, so that makes me happy. I got news this morning that he had 8 Oreo cookies for dinner last night, with a glass of milk. Oy. I guess that's the fun part of going away to grandma's house ... you get SPOILED to death! <br /><br />It was so quiet last night. Luke kept looking around for Jack. I must say though, that Luke did enjoy scooting around the house and not being stepped on or tripped over once by his big bro. But I imagine he'll be missing him soon, just like me. <br /><br />Jack doesn't come home until the 19th. That seems so far away. SIGH. <br /><br />I'm just glad he's got his cell phone and can call me whenever he wants. <br /><br />I miss my boy.Weenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16308770400870961664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11634375.post-73203228759584292902008-06-10T12:07:00.000-07:002008-06-10T12:08:05.364-07:00When is Ok to tell them...how much you like them? There is all the BS that goes along with dating. Though I don't really feel like there is any BS with Travis, I'm still unsure of all the dating etiquette. I'm really liking him, a lot. But I don't know if it's <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">OK</span> to tell him that yet. It hasn't even been two months. I surely don't want to scare him away, or make him think I'm getting too serious too fast. '<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Cuz</span> I'm not. I like the pace we are going. It's nice, it's comfortable, it's easy. Nothing feels forced or insincere. It's all good. I know he knows that I like him, I think that is obvious. And I know he likes me, again, obvious. Maybe we don't need to say anything at all? I guess there's that little part of me that wants to hear the words, just to be sure.<br /><br />The reality is that I haven't stopped smiling in weeks. I'm loving every single minute we get to spend together. Had another really wonderful date on Sunday. The best part of it was that we didn't really do much and still had fun. Just hung out, watched a movie, made dinner, watched the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Lakers</span> game. It feels so good to be so close to someone. It feels so good to trust someone again. It feels good to feel so safe. <br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">OK</span>, this is getting more sappy than I intended. Just wanted to ramble on about stuff. I just have to trust that we're going in the right direction as long as it keeps feeling so good ... and I do trust that.Weenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16308770400870961664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11634375.post-49762814668856392008-06-10T11:18:00.000-07:002008-06-10T11:28:26.501-07:00Conversations with JackSo last night Jack and I were sitting in the swing at my parents house and talking about the trip he's going to be taking to Georgia. I was explaining that he's going to be all the way on the other side of the United States and how it's really far away. And how he'll fly over lots of mountains, lakes, and rivers. He's listening with wonder. This is a big and exciting trip for him. <br /><br />Then he turns to me and says "Mom, have you heard about Middle America?", I reply "Yes" and wondering what exactly he is talking about. Then he says "You know they got wiped out by a flood, and now they are rebuilding" I say "Yes, I did hear about that" and then he says, with a very excited yet serious tone "Yeah, they're rebuiding and they're doing things different this time, they're going Green Mom."<br /><br />He's such a crack up. It's funny the things he picks up. But this story made an impact, and that is a good thing. We proceeded to have a really good conversation about what it meant to live Green.<br /><br />I'm going to miss him this next week.Weenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16308770400870961664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11634375.post-21368797283880381492008-06-02T10:43:00.000-07:002008-12-12T17:24:08.688-08:00My Boys<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzPtxFxwfoN1v_ktW8LaWbdkQCtIV9rlHvts3gXQVGJhxWFmfqHefuQrEwTCvZD2lhyL9wvbuvDuz099lHz2r5bR9sI3ShOmfyHqgtJbankP_sh5pstcyYlFdLTttgEEzbe5OaTQ/s1600-h/05302008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210310639926000482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzPtxFxwfoN1v_ktW8LaWbdkQCtIV9rlHvts3gXQVGJhxWFmfqHefuQrEwTCvZD2lhyL9wvbuvDuz099lHz2r5bR9sI3ShOmfyHqgtJbankP_sh5pstcyYlFdLTttgEEzbe5OaTQ/s320/05302008.jpg" border="0" /></a>Let me just say it here and now, for the record. I have the two CUTEST kids in the WORLD! Not that any one would actually question that, I mean, just LOOK at them!<br /><div></div><br /><div>I can hardly believe that Jack will be 6 in just over 3 months, and Luke will be 1 in less than 2 months. Where has the time gone? </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGPXvGPxvmdB4NexL0u6JD98ROopvdMvYo15-MYcz0Xf6lVDfRAxGDx_0lOFga3kkY2Q1Hf6NbfN-ubywPS07Ms6xoweZBk8tI-78XCFAzI_UzUFwZg5QpOTeH_fa8g7X2LoZNow/s1600-h/06012008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210311274973330370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGPXvGPxvmdB4NexL0u6JD98ROopvdMvYo15-MYcz0Xf6lVDfRAxGDx_0lOFga3kkY2Q1Hf6NbfN-ubywPS07Ms6xoweZBk8tI-78XCFAzI_UzUFwZg5QpOTeH_fa8g7X2LoZNow/s320/06012008.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>Well they're both growing up to be amazing boys. I can't give them enough kisses and hugs. Just love them so much!</div>Weenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16308770400870961664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11634375.post-76806536925470228782008-05-24T10:40:00.000-07:002008-12-12T17:24:08.963-08:00Bath Time<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW4KMoesiv7XlSCQKn8hVHEChzD1Ox09LxIxrUjaXSSZFDM5wEWDG_tCbwCMBtjQ1nuSp8O-EY9zh7Tg8Z4rS3bneHMygRjIhlDDDv9DuoK6DD9RqhMYc9rzROJAH2yamR4bU5xQ/s1600-h/05242008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210309357286846274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW4KMoesiv7XlSCQKn8hVHEChzD1Ox09LxIxrUjaXSSZFDM5wEWDG_tCbwCMBtjQ1nuSp8O-EY9zh7Tg8Z4rS3bneHMygRjIhlDDDv9DuoK6DD9RqhMYc9rzROJAH2yamR4bU5xQ/s400/05242008.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>So much fun to have the kids take a bath together. They have a ball. </div>Weenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16308770400870961664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11634375.post-34500661958804516142008-05-23T21:57:00.000-07:002008-12-12T17:24:09.872-08:00Another First DateBut this one was with Jack! Yeah, no other new boys, I'm happy where I'm at with Travis :)<br /><br />Anyway, Jack has been needing some good one on one time with me. So my friend suggested I <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipuYZAZMVxTiLj_acnFWjv1GL2ECcbfV3qiee7kv_wk4xBR3IXHyUpQqUUzMg1yZEg8YHABiXFmeusMkRNOd6JPzaHADxZ_nJwQqYlaNexBF1nMf7rytnNlmROHxlususM-zQHCQ/s1600-h/1211602985.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203804881381839618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipuYZAZMVxTiLj_acnFWjv1GL2ECcbfV3qiee7kv_wk4xBR3IXHyUpQqUUzMg1yZEg8YHABiXFmeusMkRNOd6JPzaHADxZ_nJwQqYlaNexBF1nMf7rytnNlmROHxlususM-zQHCQ/s320/1211602985.jpg" border="0" /></a>have a special date night once a month with jack. She does this with her two boys and says they love and appreciate the one on one time with her. So she offered to watch Luke while Jack and I went out on a "date".<br /><br />We had so much fun. I talked Jack into going to Claim Jumper instead of Mc Donalds. I know I probably should have let him choose, but I thought we'd have more time to visit at CJ. It was a good call. <div><div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdG7haV4rfi5_LRHTuco7y5MuyDNB1-8tzdkbR5LVQAbMB1Pw5-AZl4xQEYA_LEXCApfezIziwiyTIWUVKwesoCyn_njYcKSChhlM8TKkw5phL7Jv4Be_oLfHEZbbV-oqxgZLLCA/s1600-h/1211602751.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203806019548173074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdG7haV4rfi5_LRHTuco7y5MuyDNB1-8tzdkbR5LVQAbMB1Pw5-AZl4xQEYA_LEXCApfezIziwiyTIWUVKwesoCyn_njYcKSChhlM8TKkw5phL7Jv4Be_oLfHEZbbV-oqxgZLLCA/s200/1211602751.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>We played several nail biting rounds of Tic-Tac-Toe . It's hard to believe but Jack won almost EVERY round! He informed me that was because he is the "Best Tic-Tac-Toe player in the WORLD" Geeze, if I would have known that, I would have never challenged him to a game in the first place ;)</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioxcWyA2taNBpBOwjq80dws2M_VlwjHLmAZ598Zf8A1evbMTOgROgJs6jlQ0RzQOiSqTMvoejdEyDMRwkEQ2XNFA1wDmzlvOuHvJxOAKSBhNrTtjGPNlGIxoSwk0laqyy8Xer4Yw/s1600-h/1211602957.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203807179189343026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioxcWyA2taNBpBOwjq80dws2M_VlwjHLmAZ598Zf8A1evbMTOgROgJs6jlQ0RzQOiSqTMvoejdEyDMRwkEQ2XNFA1wDmzlvOuHvJxOAKSBhNrTtjGPNlGIxoSwk0laqyy8Xer4Yw/s200/1211602957.jpg" border="0" /></a>For dinner I had Tri Tip and a glass of J. Lohr. Jack had the mini corn dogs. And like the good eater that he always is, he finished <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUxaEx1pXh5nL8Kya5TXwacxQdKiedi88AY_IrqJrj2YYpbkGqBTt2X3yT1FpR_JwnNxHcaBGgVndbgUSZXTc7u6eWryftN9aQL4gp3UJ2KATVCqoeFs5vg2hQhlSOJCL22n34eA/s1600-h/1211603022.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203806930081239842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUxaEx1pXh5nL8Kya5TXwacxQdKiedi88AY_IrqJrj2YYpbkGqBTt2X3yT1FpR_JwnNxHcaBGgVndbgUSZXTc7u6eWryftN9aQL4gp3UJ2KATVCqoeFs5vg2hQhlSOJCL22n34eA/s200/1211603022.jpg" border="0" /></a>the sliced apples and baby apple before his corn dogs and barely touched his fries. I'm not sure how long he'll eat like this, but I'm thankful every day for his good choices. </div><div> </div><div>To wrap up the evening we ran over to Starbucks for a Hot Chocolate. It was rainy tonight, so it was a perfect end to a perfect evening. </div></div></div>Weenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16308770400870961664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11634375.post-36020875879787216002008-05-19T14:54:00.000-07:002008-12-12T17:24:10.205-08:00Travis<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoeMH0P38gKC26x7RLZM6vUPjHp8vYrbZKl8iYhHcYsydYXP-Uc7eknBPz5-nI5zFx4vriC2TlSrcCdv6O0G72O_GFh_qbZyyFNQlYj9ZN2Peyw51eNZf2BuNFNbaqH1graBHiBg/s1600-h/j0313826.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202212476365866114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoeMH0P38gKC26x7RLZM6vUPjHp8vYrbZKl8iYhHcYsydYXP-Uc7eknBPz5-nI5zFx4vriC2TlSrcCdv6O0G72O_GFh_qbZyyFNQlYj9ZN2Peyw51eNZf2BuNFNbaqH1graBHiBg/s200/j0313826.jpg" border="0" /></a>About a month ago I met Travis for Sushi, it was our first date. But it wasn't the first time we met. We actually already know each other, kinda. We used to be neighbors on Ave. Monterey. He and the X used to surf all the time, a little strange, but still OK. We have several friends in common. Well, no one that either of us still communicate with. But still, it gave us both a good base of the kind of people we are.<br /><br />Anyway, we've been pretty regular since then. Seeing each other twice a week. Exchange phone calls and texts each day. Usually a good night phone call too. I'd say I am smitten ... I know, that sounds corny. He's a super sweet guy. We have lots of fun together, but still really mellow. He keeps me smiling.<br /><br />Did ya notice the graphic? Yep, that's a big 'ole 4th of July firework! It's all good :)Weenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16308770400870961664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11634375.post-56688302860844635702008-05-18T10:39:00.000-07:002008-12-12T17:24:10.390-08:00Skate<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxjwQAkKYoHL8q2_JgLwB79jH7EfSgXqtByOK1tCBXmkdbuY22LEspYOLSW7xG3mMNNc7QqZBeDh2t5sMiLDg228gMvDvyIKsapbiuYudugw1tfniZzcbc9sF0jNKqfF9Fev93gw/s1600-h/5-18-08+Jack+first+skateboard.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210309023277278546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxjwQAkKYoHL8q2_JgLwB79jH7EfSgXqtByOK1tCBXmkdbuY22LEspYOLSW7xG3mMNNc7QqZBeDh2t5sMiLDg228gMvDvyIKsapbiuYudugw1tfniZzcbc9sF0jNKqfF9Fev93gw/s400/5-18-08+Jack+first+skateboard.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Today I Bought Jack his first Skateboard. He picked it out himself and he is stoked!</div><br />Oh and for the record, after this picture I made him put on his helmet and pads.Weenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16308770400870961664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11634375.post-56565465654675992202008-05-17T10:29:00.000-07:002008-12-12T17:24:10.883-08:00The Happiest Place On Earth<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglYfhlrE3XIXH7gw-FjPA9-DRjzPbSas1-7olOn1PFvL_mVVkGoKM6BPsrdhT4iYFh8AunyUyY0n3y0n1x6d3QAe2vfeDq_GNPm_6sXYmzi4jiAZoteWjk4MnVAZRV4GmiV_q1yw/s1600-h/05162008StarTours.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210307467425059282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglYfhlrE3XIXH7gw-FjPA9-DRjzPbSas1-7olOn1PFvL_mVVkGoKM6BPsrdhT4iYFh8AunyUyY0n3y0n1x6d3QAe2vfeDq_GNPm_6sXYmzi4jiAZoteWjk4MnVAZRV4GmiV_q1yw/s200/05162008StarTours.jpg" border="0" /></a>Like a good American I invested part of my ecomonic stimulus check back into the economy. Rather than pay off bills I purchased Annual Disneyland Passes for Jack and I (Luke is free). Kim, George, & Matthew have passes as well as some of our other friends. We met K,G, & M there on Friday night and got our passes, then hit a few rides. Want<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRssMNSR9_RUUt5VboW1hzkdFElwpMlR3oCkRmUgA7JzTb9ZH7bVD-jJNDsjJTWEh1csHd3oU1aM-QWIYX1Y4fim3nBEbnu_Pr0V1SPDcOetg4_uHPgtUqxmgjxmWQlCHfxr8hIg/s1600-h/05162008Disney.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210307663952438882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRssMNSR9_RUUt5VboW1hzkdFElwpMlR3oCkRmUgA7JzTb9ZH7bVD-jJNDsjJTWEh1csHd3oU1aM-QWIYX1Y4fim3nBEbnu_Pr0V1SPDcOetg4_uHPgtUqxmgjxmWQlCHfxr8hIg/s320/05162008Disney.jpg" border="0" /></a> to know what the best part was?? Leaving after just a few rides!! NOT feeling like we had to stay ALL day just to get our money's worth. And even after just a few rides the kids were pooped. It was perfect!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwTAorPhcG3hNEx-ilKQfAwmIFuoSTJy0np4gjiO59uJ_Bw8xsJJcwEWkh6p-ADe5qfj-cjeTMvM0HwZWvKLHg7rDZCmARbX_faqvdOdGsLjK3sqf7t9qj0FiMddkGDHCOVL6mAg/s1600-h/05162008Disney.jpg"></a>Weenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16308770400870961664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11634375.post-62067867256792384662008-05-16T22:54:00.000-07:002008-12-12T17:24:11.436-08:00Baby, Baby, Baby<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPZLgnxrmV-WZwx63hyxuM-ntSB8ubLgd3yodcIeKFLadPAA6DiJ6-Qk6jHFHTyYguDPJzuP3DlHL7VfevbeYmRwwSHYViMIdbuCVuqzYpvFpivSGY6xOMESQMPpOSqvXjbmvAZQ/s1600-h/05172008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210312929113599762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPZLgnxrmV-WZwx63hyxuM-ntSB8ubLgd3yodcIeKFLadPAA6DiJ6-Qk6jHFHTyYguDPJzuP3DlHL7VfevbeYmRwwSHYViMIdbuCVuqzYpvFpivSGY6xOMESQMPpOSqvXjbmvAZQ/s320/05172008.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>There is nothing more peaceful or beautiful than a sleeping baby. He's so perfect laying there asleep. I can't help but give him kisses and caress his head when he's sleeping like this. I could watch him for hours, we'll if he'd actually sleep that long I could! HA. I used to sit and watch Jack while he was sleeping too.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMf8YSmC9FTq8u_2J1VYw71zrZKPIVmmGUPefB3PSNxYwDfmF8liCIPFLLxTZyHvUzyhTZnRJ9W1idvGTmXgaa8VxSk09tpvo3_QPUOA7SXpVWE0SWLruUcnaIXTJbRlN3mofYmQ/s1600-h/05172008Pool.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210313544874357810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMf8YSmC9FTq8u_2J1VYw71zrZKPIVmmGUPefB3PSNxYwDfmF8liCIPFLLxTZyHvUzyhTZnRJ9W1idvGTmXgaa8VxSk09tpvo3_QPUOA7SXpVWE0SWLruUcnaIXTJbRlN3mofYmQ/s320/05172008Pool.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>You look at the picture then, just a few hours later, here's this one. He's hanging out at the pool. He's going to be walking with in a matter of weeks. He's pulling up and walking along all the furniture now. Building those muscles and learning balance. Sigh. My baby isn't going to be a baby for much longer.</div>Weenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16308770400870961664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11634375.post-39319126453643845672008-04-09T14:46:00.000-07:002008-05-23T16:57:50.100-07:00Treasure MappingThis is a process we were doing at my womens group. Bascially you plan out what you want to achieve in the year to come. Some people get real creative and make big posters with pictures, drawings, etc. I didn't have time for that, and I kept it simple. I jotted my thoughts/goals/wants down on a piece of paper. Anyway, the idea is that if you put it out there for the universe it will happen. Buddists say that if you chant your desires, they will be fulfilled. I have a seperate list I "chant" or read, mediate, focus on, about the kind of man I'd like to have share my life.<br /><br />So here it is world, my treasure map for 2008. These are in no particular order:<br /><br />love<br />peace<br />happy<br />health<br />food-cooking<br />organic - nutrition<br />money - finances<br />Jack<br />Luke<br />friendship<br />beach<br />divorce<br />safe<br />me-time<br />lose weight<br />excercise<br />smiles<br />garden<br />content<br />knit<br />passion<br />laughter<br />vacation<br />family<br />home - clean - laundry<br />ocean<br />job<br />happiness<br />fulfilled<br /><br />LOVE is the center of my treasure map and around it I surrounded it with the qualities I am looking for in a partner<br />They are:<br />relaxed<br />tall<br />dark<br />handsome<br />financially stable<br />attractive<br />protector<br />caring<br />morals<br />loves childrenWeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16308770400870961664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11634375.post-70093430286197226142008-04-03T16:03:00.000-07:002008-06-09T21:03:24.455-07:00We'll Just Call him $12.65I thought this one had potential. We met for the first time on Friday night. Totally last minute, I almost didn't go, but I was glad I did. He is super cute in person, way better than his profile, so that was a plus. We enjoyed our first date. I actually felt bad during a lull in conversation when I was trying to think of something to say, but not pepper him with questions like he was on a job interview, I blurted out "don't first dates suck". Eek, oops, sorry. He said "you aren't having a good time??" and looked at me all hurt. The fact was I was having a good time. Anyway, I explained myself and we laughed, but yikes. Anyway, he walked me to my car, we had a very nice kiss. He said he'd call. I'd rate chemistry as a Fountain, so pretty good, eh. But still wasn't sure if I would hear from him. There were several times during our date when he mentioned this really great sushi restaurant in costa mesa, that I just had to try. Um ok, perfect opportunity for him to say, I should take you there ... but he didn't.<br /><br />So I go pick up the boys, we get home. I'm nusring Luke to sleep, and I get a text that says I've got an email from him. I smile, feel anxious for Luke just to go to sleep so I can see what he has to say. I finally get to the computer and he's asking me out for Sushi during the week. Sweet. I make arrangements for a baby sitter, it's all good.<br /><br />So we met at his place in Irvine. He lives in this massive apartment complex in Irvine, nice community. His apartment is very much the bachelor pad. Clean, in bachelor terms. ...Which is OK in my book, since I'm not the best housekeeper in the world, nice to see that he isn't completely anal. We sat and chatted for a bit, then he excused himself to get his laundry. Not a biggie ... but you knew we were having a date tonight. So he comes back we chat a little more, then talk about dinner. He said he doesn't usually do much on week nights (umm as if I'm out on the town??) and would I mind getting some take out and bringing it back to his place and just hang out. This actually sounded fine to me, since I really am not used to doing much on a week night myself. But at the same time, it still seems a little odd. Anyway, we went and picked up dinner at Pei Wei, it was good. The rest of the evening we talked more, and watched a little tv.<br /><br />But the more I think about it, I'm bugged. He's quickly become a sparkler. I mean, doing your laundry, chinese take out? I'm not a high maintnence girl, but come one ... he put out a whopping $12.65 for dinner on our 2nd date. Underwhelming...Weenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16308770400870961664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11634375.post-15421239231950854672008-03-25T15:45:00.000-07:002008-04-18T16:01:13.573-07:00How I Score ChemistrySo I kinda came up with this scale with my sister. It started out because all men I've been on dates with get compared to GQ. The chemistry with him is like the 4th of July fireworks. So one day, Steph and I were talking about a recent date I'd had, she asked what the connection was like. And I respond with a "ehh, ok". Then Steph says, what like a Sparkler, Pickalo Pete, Fountain, etc?<br /><br />So that's it, that's how I rate men. It's become quite commical, but I'll start adding their ratings as I review my dates. I'll see if I can find some graphics on the web to add.Weenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16308770400870961664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11634375.post-68165524769838403812008-03-24T15:41:00.000-07:002008-12-12T17:24:11.676-08:00Happy Easter<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhOV7adCXNeUT7LZAVnq9BG99IW896WJvgSfA0brDlwRJ3p0RedSybzpT2cdV9Qj_Wf4W_XbU-GKTAy1YPI4oOdbe1j_G_xZGnqH_1KeFlcLvJCFhyphenhyphenoIBFvIZfKXDZec3QKMdRYA/s1600-h/JackandLukeEaster2008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190719616385101858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhOV7adCXNeUT7LZAVnq9BG99IW896WJvgSfA0brDlwRJ3p0RedSybzpT2cdV9Qj_Wf4W_XbU-GKTAy1YPI4oOdbe1j_G_xZGnqH_1KeFlcLvJCFhyphenhyphenoIBFvIZfKXDZec3QKMdRYA/s400/JackandLukeEaster2008.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Weenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16308770400870961664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11634375.post-89707002868493551912008-03-21T15:58:00.000-07:002008-04-18T16:00:49.396-07:00MobileIt's official, Luke is on the move, and we can't stop him.<br /><br />I need to patten an idea ... some kind of a onsie made out of Swiffer material or a way to affix a Swiffer to his tummy.<br /><br />Have I mentioned how much I hate my wood floors ... that's for another post.Weenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16308770400870961664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11634375.post-41874592475499373322008-03-09T20:56:00.000-07:002008-03-09T21:09:03.389-07:00First DatesI had another one on Friday night. It went pretty good. One of the better first dates I've had. But I'm still skeptical. I mean, we're on our best behavior on a first date. LJ's another one that seems too good to be true. But I'm going to go with the flow here and see what happens. <br /><br />Did you know that <a href="http://www.coto-de-caza.com/index.htm">country club life </a>really exists? I honestly thought it was something that they did in soap opera's. Had no idea people actually went to "the club" for dinners, dancing, parties, etc. Who knew? LJ might be another one that is out of my league! At the very least it will be a fun ride :)Weenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16308770400870961664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11634375.post-16127737501741039152008-02-28T14:17:00.000-08:002008-02-28T14:54:49.140-08:00I Spoke to SoonWell back to Match I go. <br /><br />SIGH. <br /><br />I'm not sure why it's so hard for men to be honest. I mean, why did you tell me you were off match for good if you weren't going to stay off? And why when I saw you on there did you lie about it, twice? And why didn't you just tell me you wanted to keep dating a little when I asked you if you were SURE you wanted to take your profile off? Bad news Soundman. <br /><br />BZZZZZZZZ<br /><br />NEXT<br /><br />And just cause I'm feeling a little mean and bitchy, I'm going to share the <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tgja977IUmM&feature=related">song </a>that has been playing in my head for a few days. 'nough said.Weenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16308770400870961664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11634375.post-73491265340347472412008-02-25T14:12:00.000-08:002008-02-28T14:17:01.284-08:00Nipple BitingSo is this post about dating or babies?? Hard to tell with a title like that! Sadly for me it's about babies. Tooth #2 has come in and Luke thinks its real cute to bite down on my nipple and play around when he's not real hungry. I'm lucky that he doesn't bite has hard as he can, but it still HURTS like a #$%. I yell OUCH, NO! and look down to see him grinning at me. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">WTF</span>, it's not funny little man. If your not careful you'll loose all boob <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">privileges</span>, and I know you don't want to do THAT.Weenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16308770400870961664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11634375.post-79528986999560626282008-02-19T15:46:00.000-08:002008-12-12T17:24:11.891-08:00Sit Up<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOSr3MVj1uFpoiF9RmqKo32VKDjkMI82m2jJaGGTGfw97KzShPHh0Iddsh8zP465qOQBcbx_0yWFC0hAGIuEN_Xcn6UxEnxld0A-yH_1Ytrz-3_xGt2mFWmGE7oOXwjGdEDASTMQ/s1600-h/Luke+sitting+up+2.23.08.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172156422997205810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOSr3MVj1uFpoiF9RmqKo32VKDjkMI82m2jJaGGTGfw97KzShPHh0Iddsh8zP465qOQBcbx_0yWFC0hAGIuEN_Xcn6UxEnxld0A-yH_1Ytrz-3_xGt2mFWmGE7oOXwjGdEDASTMQ/s320/Luke+sitting+up+2.23.08.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Yes that's right, Luke is sitting up now. He can't quite get himself into a sitting position just yet, but he can hold himself up pretty well now and can even kinda catch himself when he starts to go over.<br /><br />....crawling is just around the corner. EEK!!!</div>Weenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16308770400870961664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11634375.post-21921172735917481812008-02-18T12:21:00.000-08:002008-12-12T17:24:12.029-08:00Go BRAVES!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpPtKMX8XNy96M0dz3LjJ_4XwBAY9eXt3rAQvn0GBm7I4B5vKW2ikfJA3RRQlQYSOV_fjx2kVtrzxoHvyh-E71tC9sBV4zBfmgGghySIAR-7l-JiR5NSUF3glds2fOFSx5sUP4Qw/s1600-h/jack+braves+uniform.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172157041472496450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpPtKMX8XNy96M0dz3LjJ_4XwBAY9eXt3rAQvn0GBm7I4B5vKW2ikfJA3RRQlQYSOV_fjx2kVtrzxoHvyh-E71tC9sBV4zBfmgGghySIAR-7l-JiR5NSUF3glds2fOFSx5sUP4Qw/s320/jack+braves+uniform.jpg" border="0" /></a>T-Ball has begun. Jack is in heaven. I felt so bad for him on his first day, he <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">whispered</span> in my ear that he was Nervous and didn't want to go. As a mom, my heart swelled. That anxious feeling when you are starting something new. I thought to myself...Baby, you got a lifetime ahead of this kinda feeling, sorry. So I said, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ok</span>, how about we just go watch, you don't need to do anything at first. He agreed, and off we went. Of course we were late. But I think this was kinda good, because it wasn't so intimidating. We found the bucket lid with his name on it and I tried to catch him up. Then one of the dads came over and asked if he could help, and just took over. Jack went along. Then they moved onto the next drill, batting. I walked him over to the batting T's and asked him if he wanted me to stay there or go sit next to Katie. He told me to go sit next to Katie. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Ahhhhh</span> my boy IS growing up.<br /><br />Saturday we had a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">scrimmage</span> game. It was pretty cute to watch them all attempt to play baseball. The cool thing about T-ball is everyone bats, and everyone runs all the bases.Weenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16308770400870961664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11634375.post-75515896114541433522008-02-14T09:30:00.000-08:002008-12-12T17:24:12.329-08:00Happy Valentine's Day<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFRA0Gb5IeWJuNzFbr3opiAeHb7ZWfgpxB8T6wxJMfSldRLas5ddah77JTDgBzxlCcAd34nnKblVUCdrYB5ytPrWvDRNfATq6rlJFDHVt4j4xrOhkaou-caHdrIEyJ0CKiMg5ZpQ/s1600-h/j0433140.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166892588388639522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFRA0Gb5IeWJuNzFbr3opiAeHb7ZWfgpxB8T6wxJMfSldRLas5ddah77JTDgBzxlCcAd34nnKblVUCdrYB5ytPrWvDRNfATq6rlJFDHVt4j4xrOhkaou-caHdrIEyJ0CKiMg5ZpQ/s400/j0433140.jpg" border="0" /></a> So I did a little searching on the web for the history of St. Valentine's Day, and well, I was surprised. Surprised to find that there doesn't seem to be just one story. It looks like there were several St. Valentine's to which this holiday is a tribute. And none of them have much to do with LOVE. Interesting.<br /><br />I've never been a big Valentine's day fan. I mean it's nice to acknowledge and remember the one you love. X wasn't a real romanitic, so maybe my expectations are low. I always did a little something for X. And Jack too. But rarely would I get more than a card in return. Which was ok, I was never heart broken by it ... like I said, low expectations.<br /><br />I don't know if Soundman has anything planned, we are going to see eachother. I don't know if we are going out or staying in, either way is fine. But he absolutely made my day today with a text first thing this morning that said "Happy Valentine's day!" Ahhhhhh, so sweet. YAY. I'm easy to please, aren't I??Weenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16308770400870961664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11634375.post-20260464201693078182008-02-12T14:24:00.000-08:002008-06-09T20:52:11.023-07:00Swallows InnSoundman did it ... what no man has ever gotten me to do before ... go two steppin' at the Swallows. HA. Now it's not like many men have tried, but lets just say I'm NOT a dancer. I was born with two left feet and the only dancing I've done is drunken club dancing in a mass of people ... so you can't really tell how bad I am. Or the mosh pit at a concert ... though I don't think that is really considered dancing. The Swallows used to be a pretty rough place. You didn't just hang out there. But it is in Orange County, so the crowd has changed. I actually had so much fun, still not a dancer. I'm sure Soundman's toes were sore on Saturday. Oh and I got to meet a few people that he used to go to high school with. That was pretty interesting, they were very nice, and all had VERY nice things to say about him.Weenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16308770400870961664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11634375.post-77996452557324062008-02-11T14:22:00.001-08:002008-06-09T20:54:20.762-07:00Done with MatchSo there was a little stress with Soundman before our date last week. I logged on to Match to see when we first met so I could get the blog updated, and was shocked and sad to see that his profile was active. Now I wouldn't normally expect someone to not be active at this point except that he had pulled it down before we even went out the first time, and he told me on our first date that I was his last hope for match, that he was done. So yeah, that sucked. I debated what to do about it all afternoon. We were still on for dinner, so I decided I'd wait for the right moment broach the subject.<br /><br />He must have been able to tell there was something on my mind. Because he asked a couple times what I was thinking about before we even got to dinner. So the second he asked, while we were finishing our cocktails, I decided to go for it. I thought I'd throw up for a minute, I was scared that I was going to be rejected. Instead, I was suprised at how shaken Soundman was over the confrontation. I mean visibily shaken. He said he didn't want to talk about it at the bar, so we went outside to discuss while we walked to the restaurant where we would have dinner. His strong reaction had me worried, I assured him that I wasn't mad, but I was dissappointed. So we talked it out, he says he could see my profile and it said I was active in the last 24 hours, which should have been impossible because, #1 my profile was hidden, and #2 I hadn't had computer access in the week prior. But he said he could see me, and was immediately as disturbed about it as I was and thought I was back on the prowl, so he was going to go back too. Geez, that sucked. I assured him that I hadn't been on and that I didn't want to be. He said he didn't either. At the end of it all we both agreed to remove our profiles and be done with Match.<br /><br />A good outcome, I think. I have to say that it is still hard for me to trust, just because I've been so burned in the past. But his reaction and feelings seemed genuine, so I'm going to put the past aside and just try to trust. To be honest I still think it's a little fishy, but he insisted that he doesn't want to be on there. So we'll see.<br /><br />Oh and just an update, GQ and I have not gone out since he's been in town. Funny how things work out. I had really thought things would go somewhere with GQ, I guess the did ... they went no where! Ha, no that really isn't very funny. But strange. He called again on Saturday night, saying how much he misses me. I just gave it back to him, told him he had a funny way of showing me how much he liked me. And I told him I was dating someone else. So I guess that is another chapter I closed this weekend.Weenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16308770400870961664noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11634375.post-80928360026035676312008-02-08T11:06:00.000-08:002008-02-08T11:11:26.241-08:00From the Beach to the MountainsThe move is complete. Well the physical act of moving is. I still have to unpack and organize my entire condo. Uncle R was able to hook me up with this really nice condo in Portola Hills. I live in the fricken mountains again ... or atleast it feels like it. I think the elevation is only about 1400 feet, but that's pretty significant since I was literally at sea level. It's really pretty out here, nestled at the base of Saddleback, there should be plenty of wild life around. Jack gave it the ok too, so that is cool. 2 pools in the community, and a great park just around the corner. I think this place is going to work out just fine. A fresh start, and one more chapter into my new life.Weenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16308770400870961664noreply@blogger.com0