Archive for August, 2009



21
Aug
09

Monkey Eggs with Acne Weather Dear So and So…

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Time for another Dear So and So…

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Dear Monkey,

Dude!  Could you be any flippin’ cuter this week?  When I asked you today if you were being a Drama King and you looked at me and said “grama – eeng?” I knew you were my son.  You make a Drama Queen Mama proud.

Also, I so love how you are kissing everyone you can get your lips on right now!  Dogs and stuffed animals included.  Although you don’t say much other than “car” and “what’s that?”, I know already that you have a huge heart.  It melts mine to think about it.

Love you SOOO much!

Mommy

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Dear Eggs,

I am praying that at least one of you (fertilized of course) has taken up residence in my uterus this week.  The doctor says that is probably the reason I woke up in excruciating pain Monday night.  I hope he is right.

Trying to stay positive and hopeful,

Me

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Dear all bloggers with a captcha,

Requiring someone of my incompetent caliber to type a captcha every single time I try to leave a comment is just cruel.  If my fingers and/or eyes worked a little better then I wouldn’t complain.  But since my fingers and brain are on the “outs” right now, it frustrates me to no end that after I have typed up my whole “über cool” comment, your captcha catches me typing one wrong letter and kicks me out to start ALLLLLLLLL over again.  If you love me, and I know you do, remove those captchas!

Kthanks,

Cass

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Dear Adult Acne… (again),

Ok, so I was nice before.  But now I am staring to get pretty peeved.  Placing that massive zit on my chin?  NOT COOL!  You suck, you suck, you soooooo suck!

Fed the hell up,

Your face

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Dear Mother,

Please stop being a beyotch.  If you don’t want to talk to me, fine.  Making fun of me when you do talk to me and then refusing to tell your one and only daughter that you love her too when she says she loves you is pretty shitty.  The first ten times, I know it was your anger speaking.  But now?  CHILDISH!  Nnkay?  Get off your high horse.

Much love,

Your daughter

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Dear ArkLaTex Weather,

Rain is supposed to be cozy and comforting and something that makes you grab a nice book and a blanket and sit by a window to enjoy.  YOUR rain on the other hand is flipping ridiculous here!  Will there ever be a rain drop to fall on this city when a SEVERE THUNDERSTORM WARNING has not been issued or will I ever hear thunder in this town without a closely followed TORNADO WARNING issued for the area?!?!  It’s so not funny anymore.  Let’s make a deal, ok?  I will promise not to complain when you rain if you promise to stop making me beg God to let me make it through another one of your nasty storms.  Deal??

Flustered,

Cass

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Dear Steelers,

You are going to rock this year.  I KNOW it!  Woot! Woot!

🙂

Your Fan,
Cass

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Dear Readers,

You Rock!  Thank you for another wonderful week of reads and comments!

I do hope that you chose to participate in Dear So and So. Just click here to go to Kat’s Blog and get the button for your page.

Have a fantastic weekend!!!

Thanks for reading!!

Xoxo

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20
Aug
09

Walkman Memories

My parents separated when I was 7.  So my little brother and I would trade holidays back and forth between them.

When I woke up on Christmas morning of 1985 on my Dad’s hide-a-bed couch in the living room, I rushed to the tree to see what he Santa had brought us.  He brought us a Nintendo (which was cooler than cool back then) but even better for me he brought a brand spanking new Walkman!!!

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If you are too young to remember what a Walkman is, then lemme explain.  *sigh*

Back in the dinosaur days, before portable CD players, or iPods, or iPhones we had the beautiful creation that was the Walkman.  The Walkman played “Tapes”.  (Another dinosaur days invention.) This was big a deal back in the “olden” days because it meant that we could walk around with our Walkman and listen to our favorite tape with the cool headphones that were included.

Well I had wanted one of these awesome cool new inventions, but because of the expense didn’t hold out hope that I would get one.  But there under the tree was the most beautiful black Walkman I had ever seen.

Growing up music was always huge in our family.  Listening to James Taylor, Dan Fogelburg, Loggins and Messina, Steely Dan and I could go on for hours listing my favorites.  My dad played the guitar and my mom sang.  We always had music around us.  And because of that my brother and I both grew to love it.  I had a record player in my room when I was just 4 years old that I would listen to over and over.

So imagine my excitement when under the tree sat the gorgeous, now to be mine and only mine, Walkman!

Wrapped in red and green paper was a tiny square package next to the Walkman with a note

To: Cassie

From: Daddy

Inside was my first Heart Album…err tape.  Dog and Butterfly.  Oh that tape was played so much over and over and over again that one day it finally gave out and just snapped.  The tape inside had been used far too much for me to play it anymore.

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Here I sit, a couple *cough* years later and as I listen to this album on iTunes (haha) I am immediately transported to that morning sitting on my Dad’s couch, listening to Dog and Butterfly.

The good memories that I have from my childhood can make me weep just by thinking about them.  I had some rough times, sure.  But I had some really great times too.  My parents did what they could to make sure we knew we were loved and adored.  And it’s always the little things that stick out to me.  Tiny tokens of love that sitting here 24 (ouch) years later, make me think, “wow, they really, really love me.”

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19
Aug
09

Furry Wordless Wednesday

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18
Aug
09

Cops who pee, smelly plugs, crappy friends and other Random Tuesday Thoughts

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Oi!  Today is one of those days.  Just blah.  It’s hot outside and I am feeling Oohgy! (yes it’s a word, cause I just said it was).

I am still a little crampy and puffy from the IUI last week.  The doctor says its normal but wants to see me just to be sure that I am not over-stimulated and by that they mean in an “uh oh, you’re in trouble” kinda way.  So another ultrasound, which is always fine by me.

Friday marks 10 days since the IUI so I am hoping we will get a BIG FAT POSITIVE pregnancy test by then. I am soooo feeling like this is going to work this cycle. *grin* Positive thinking? Perhaps.  But either way, I am stoked!  Can’t wait.

The other day there was a cop sitting out in front of our house to catch people who don’t stop at the stop sign.  No big deal, they cops are there a lot.  I always offer them bottled water, because sucking up to cops who are catching A-Holes speeding and running the stop sign in front of my house are the kinda cops I wanna suck up to.  *nod*

So after an outing, after I get out of the car, I say hello to him and let him know that if he needs anything, just feel free to knock on my door.  He politely thanks me and returns to his eagle eye watching of the stop sign.

Then about an hour later, I am passing through the kitchen and happen to notice the officer getting out of his car.  He opens the door, leaves it open, walks around to the back of the car and proceeds to *URINATE* on the street.  Right there, plain as day.  I was in shock.  I just thought… “ohhh myyyy gawwwd!”.  But what are you gonna do?  I suppose when you have to go, you have to go, right?  *shrug*

Which reminds me of a bathroom issue.  Why are there never enough damn outlet plugs in a bathroom??  Do home builders really not realize what women people do in a bathroom?

I have a HUGE master bathroom.  I have no idea why they built my bathroom so big in comparison to the size of my house, but I *LOVE* it!  Seriously, everyone who see’s it says “Oh my god! Was that supposed to be an extra bedroom?” or “Who the heck needs a bathroom that big?!?”.  And Chuck and I have even joked that we could put our king size bed into that bathroom with plenty of walking space left.  Because we could!

However, there are only 2 outlets in the whole thing.  There are his and her sinks on opposite ends of the room and yet there are TWO outlets!  That is only 2 little plugs for each of us.  If Chuck’s is all used up by his toothbrush and his electric shaver, then please tell me how am I supposed to plug in my smelly wall thingy from Bath and Body works, my night light (cause I might just be afraid of the dark), my electric toothbrush, my straightening iron and my blow dryer???  I am always unplugging stuff to plug in other stuff.  And then sometimes I get confused and plug in the wrong thing.  It’s crazy!

After I win the lotto (hah!), I plan to build myself with enough outlets for any practical gal, and a set of his and hers toilets. *grin* This way I always know what I am going to be sitting on. Yeah baby.

Oh oh oh, and gueeessssss what???? Ok, I know you can’t guess BUT… Today my GRAM will be here!!!!!! WOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOO!  I am so excited!  She will be here for 3 glorious weeks!  We are going to go shopping and play with the Monkey, and maybe go to the zoo, and go to a baby consignment sale at the fairgrounds, and we are going to cook and bake and have the BESTEST TIME!!!  I can’t wait! 😀

I heard this funny answering machine message in an email joke the other day and I am pretty sure I will be changing my voicemail to say this.

“I am not available right now, but thank you for caring enough to call.  I am making some changes in my life.  Please leave a message after the beep.  If I do not return your call, you are one of the changes.”

It is time for Mama to make some serious changes in my life. It has been a long time coming.  I have several friends that I need to cut ties with.  However, I have decided that as of today, I am giving all of them a clean slate.  BUT!  Going forward, I am no longer letting people walk all over me, have one sided “all about them” conversations EVERY FRIGGIN TIME WE TALK, not letting them abuse my super huge caring heart *grin*, or letting them lie, and not letting them bring all sorts of negativity in my life.  Going forward, it is all about good, positive, giving, HONEST, real people.  All the others will be shunned.  *nod*

What are some random’s in your life today?  Do you have anyone you need or plan to sluff off?  How do you plan on ridding yourself of them?


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17
Aug
09

Things I have learned from my Toddler

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  • When you wash your bras (and that is totally what I look like in my bra, by the way, lmao), do not hang them to dry where your toddler can reach them.  Because when the doorbell rings, he will see this as the perfect opportunity to bring you said bras while he is also using them as a chew toy.  Your lawn person may respond like mine with Deer in the Headlights face and just say “ummmm… uhhh… ok then” and walk off.
  • Somewhere around 17 months of age, your toddler may decide that he no longer wants to sit still while you attempt to change his diaper.  This will most commonly occur when he has had a SERIOUS bowel movement.  Then the kicking, wiggling, and screaming will commence.  But he will wait until you have started to remove the diaper before the “freak out” because he wants you to think that he is actually going to hold still so that you are both not covered in yuckiness by the end of the diaper change.  Do not be fooled!! Use rope, rubber bands and/or duct tape if necessary.

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  • Anything that can be pushed around like a shopping cart will be.  This includes trash cans, boxes of any sort, laundry baskets (especially when trying to fold clothes out of one or trying to place sorted dirty clothes into the basket) and sometimes even an end table.  I advise against allowing the last if you have glass tables like me.
  • If there is an open soda can or beer bottle within a hundred mile radius, an 18 month old will find it and dump its entire contents on your new carpet.

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  • When your child tries to show you some chocolate that is on his finger from a recently eaten cookie, it’s best not to taste it unless you smell it first to decipher if the brown smudge is indeed chocolate.  This was brought to me by a friend’s experience. (Or was it?)
  • When your toddler comes up to you and starts petting your bare leg like a dog, it’s time to think about upping your personal hygiene

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  • Taking a toddler shopping at a Wal-mart (with half broken air conditioning) for 2 hours when everyone else in your town is also shopping there (and sweating and smelling) and then having to wait in line for another 35 minutes is not how I would suggest spending a Saturday afternoon in 95 degree heat.
  • Wash closely when your toddler is eating.  Otherwise you may be forced to fish an entire bowl of goldfish crackers out of his mouth at the Olive Garden in front of hundreds of people.  Complete with colored drool and screams of protest.

Well that is all the lessons I have for today 🙂  lol

What things have you learned from your toddler?

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14
Aug
09

Friday’s “Doooo whaaat?” Dear So and So…

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Dear Wrong Side of the Bed,

Thank you for having me wake up with you today.  However, I really want to be in a better mood.  So please, try to avoid me tomorrow.

Crabby and Irritable,

Cass

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Dear Sinus Infection,

It was so dear of you to think of me as a host to take over and torture.  However, it has been several weeks of feeling like complete SHEEEEEEET.  So if you could leave now and let the anti-biotics do their things I would SOOO appreciate it.  Kay? Thanks!

Your host,

Cass

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Dear Monkey,

I know you don’t feel good because you have the nasty sinus infection AND you just had your immunizations yesterday AND the meany doctor made me take away your “paci” AND you are teething.  For this I understand why you feel justified in just whining and being all around crabby all day and even in the wee hours of the night (12:30am; 1:15am; 2:40am; 3:30am!?!?!) when you scream bloody murder for me to come and get you.  But, if I could interject… I just don’t think that we need to keep this up much longer.  Ok?  Mommy loves you but she needs some sleep and a tiny bit of time without you clinging to the side of me like a growth.

Love you baby!

Mama

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Dear Monkey’s Pediatrician,

I really think you are awesome.  And I know you are *ahem* older and have been doing this pediatrician gig since 1812, however I do think maybe times are changing a bit.  So when we had this conversation yesterday:

Pediatrician:  Is he still throwing a lot of temper tantrums?

MamaCass:    Yes, pretty bad.  He even has begun hitting me in frustration sometimes.

Pediatrician:  Well when he does that you need to smack his hand and give him a stern NO.

MamaCass:    Well how can I teach him not to hit if I hit him? Isn’t that a mixed message?

Pediatrician:  *soft giggle* Well that is just how it’s done.

MamaCass:    *shrug*

So when I went on my merry way home after our appointment, I thought I would give it a try when he decided to smack me.  However, I got the same response when I tried swatting his butt last time (per your suggestion) for throwing a tantrum.  He laughed at me and ran off.  So my question is this… Is this a typical response?  And is this the desired result?  Cause I am just not seeing the benefit.

Confused on technique,

Cassi

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Dear Crazy person that searched for “my brain damaged husband in diapers” yesterday to get to my blog,

Doooo whaaaaaaat????

Feeling a little less crazy about myself now thanks to you,

Cass

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Dear WordPress,

I am strongly considering leaving you because you are just not Cassi user friendly.  Why must you make it so hard for me to make any simple changes???  Maybe someone *ahem* (yeah, I’m talkin to you!) could give me some input as to why they prefer Blogger over you.  Or why they prefer you over Blogger.

In mental tug of war,

Cass

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Dear Drop Dead Diva,

I am so glad that Lifetime has shown you to me!  You are my new favorite show.  Brooke Elliott portrays the Deb/Jane character SOOOO good!  Not to mention she is completely gorgeous!  I am completely in love with your show!  It is quirky, it is funny and it has serious issues too.  All around a great package.

Viewer for life,

Cassi

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Dear Readers,

Thank you for putting up with me for another week. I do hope that you chose to participate in Dear So and So. Just click here to go to Kat’s Blog and get the button for your page.

Have a fantastic weekend!!!

Thanks for reading!!

Xoxo

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12
Aug
09

Building Block Wordless Wednesday

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We had the IUI today!!! Say a prayer!! We will find out in 10-14 days if we are pregnant.  I just KNOW it is going to work ! 😀

I’m sorry but seriously, I have the CUTEST kid in the world!!! 😀  LOVE HIM!

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about moi…

Hi, my name is Cass. I am married to an amazing man who loves me unconditionally. I’m a stay at home mom to a rockin’ 2 year old boy who I call Monkey. I have an 12 year old step-daughter who lives in another state. We miss her daily. We also have two fur babies, Daisy and Jazz, who keep us on our toes. They are awesome!

I am a complete goofball, a photographer and a constant out loud thinker. I am a grammar challenged, vulgar, cursing, sex obsessed Big Mama fumbling through life. Among other things, I battle PCOS causing infertility, Bi Polar, Anxiety and OCD.

Currently I am riding the fertility roller coaster in an attempt to make Monkey #2. This blog is about a little of everything. I hope you enjoy. Read at your own risk!

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