Brad Pitt is in town. Really.
He is filming with a crew out here and in my little isolated military post, this is big news. All the wives out here don't have their husbands (I do, he's got a 9-5 job) and so Mr. Pitt is one of few men in a sea of women and he is ALL they're talking about. A lot of women took pictures with him. A lot of soldiers out in the box took pictures with him. I haven't. I probably won't get to unless he does some sort of meet and greet.
So who's jelly? I'm frikkin' jelly!
I'd be starstruck if I met him, more so his wife, but I'd still be a little fangirl if I met him.
If I happen to get a picture, I'll post on here, but I doubt I will because the odds of me just running into him are slim to none lol
Thursday, June 27, 2013
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
P.I.N.K. Method
So, I'm trying out this diet and exercise regimen. I saw it on Dr. Phil (yeah, laugh it up), but the program was 50 bucks total and it came with a meal plan book, 3 workout dvd's, 1 yoga dvd, a "motivational certificate," and a "motivational bracelet." The reason I'm doing this is because I've been fat shamed in the gym before and refuse to go through that again.
The program starts with 900 calories a day to supposedly jump start your metabolism. Now, because I'm around 50 pounds overweight, I have to follow that for two weeks without exercising. Then, the calories jump up to between 1200 and 1500 a day while following the workout dvd's. There's three levels to this program with one level on each dvd.
It's only been 3 days and I'm down 5 pounds. Wish me luck.
The program starts with 900 calories a day to supposedly jump start your metabolism. Now, because I'm around 50 pounds overweight, I have to follow that for two weeks without exercising. Then, the calories jump up to between 1200 and 1500 a day while following the workout dvd's. There's three levels to this program with one level on each dvd.
It's only been 3 days and I'm down 5 pounds. Wish me luck.
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
Donut Bun!
Okay, I read through my last post and realized I kind of come off as a bitch. I totally didn't mean to. I don't think anyone ever means to lol. But I do love my husband, I swear. I just was having a bad day, I think. So...yeah.
Anyway, I am obsessed with the donut bun hairstyle. I have no idea why, but I think it is just the CUTEST thing. You know, this hair style:
Anyway, I am obsessed with the donut bun hairstyle. I have no idea why, but I think it is just the CUTEST thing. You know, this hair style:
I'm learning how to do that. Yeah, it seems like it should be easy, but I have super uncooperative, VERY thick hair.
It looks like it should be easy to do, right? You'd think so, but no. I have to fight my hair every time I want to do this to it. Bobby pins are my friend. Pointless post is pointless, so I'm going to go stitch some of my Bambi project since it's been a while and both my kids are sleeping at the same time for once lol Happy stitching, everyone!
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
Money Woes
So, here's the thing, my husband and I fight about money. All...the...time. Seriously. The problem is his spending. I'm trying to budget and pay things off and what is he doing? Spending money. Spending, spending, spending. So what do I do? I take away his money and leave him 50 bucks every single paycheck to keep him from spending it.
His idea, not mine.
Now...tell me how he spends that 50 and then turns around and says, "Hey, how much money do we have left after bills?" Every time he says that, I know he's going to beg for money. I cave and give it to him. Every time. You know what though? No more. He goes through over 150 bucks a paycheck on frivolous things that he doesn't need.
Do you know what the last thing I bought for myself was? Pads. Because it was that time of the month. Do you know WHEN that was? June of 2012.
Don't get me wrong, he buys little things for me ONCE in a while, but even on Valentine's Day, he bought video games that he wanted, not me. So I pulled a Marge Simpson and used them. Eventually, enjoying them, and especially enjoying how spited my husband felt because nothing says, "I love you," like a gift for yourself to someone else, right?
Sorry, I had to vent, I'm feeling like a doormat and I'm putting my foot down and not doing it anymore. I knew about his spending habit when I married him, but I didn't think he would want to strand me with nothing. It's a fantastic \sarcasm/ feeling when you think your husband doesn't treat you how you deserve.
His idea, not mine.
Now...tell me how he spends that 50 and then turns around and says, "Hey, how much money do we have left after bills?" Every time he says that, I know he's going to beg for money. I cave and give it to him. Every time. You know what though? No more. He goes through over 150 bucks a paycheck on frivolous things that he doesn't need.
Do you know what the last thing I bought for myself was? Pads. Because it was that time of the month. Do you know WHEN that was? June of 2012.
Don't get me wrong, he buys little things for me ONCE in a while, but even on Valentine's Day, he bought video games that he wanted, not me. So I pulled a Marge Simpson and used them. Eventually, enjoying them, and especially enjoying how spited my husband felt because nothing says, "I love you," like a gift for yourself to someone else, right?
Sorry, I had to vent, I'm feeling like a doormat and I'm putting my foot down and not doing it anymore. I knew about his spending habit when I married him, but I didn't think he would want to strand me with nothing. It's a fantastic \sarcasm/ feeling when you think your husband doesn't treat you how you deserve.
Thursday, June 6, 2013
Scroll Frame Drama
So...I bought a brand new scroll frame. Now, I've never used one before as I've always been a bit of a hoop enthusiast. I loaded my fabric in, all excited about my new purchase, scrolled my fabric, and sighed in disappointment. I, for the life of me, can not get my fabric tight.
The middle is tight. The sides, not so much. I really wish I could figure out what's going on. I have posted an inquiry with the stitchers on spritestich.com, so hopefully they can help me out.
See what happens when you buy something that you know nothing about? I gotta run, my little one is crying. Happy stitching everyone.
The middle is tight. The sides, not so much. I really wish I could figure out what's going on. I have posted an inquiry with the stitchers on spritestich.com, so hopefully they can help me out.
See what happens when you buy something that you know nothing about? I gotta run, my little one is crying. Happy stitching everyone.
Thursday, May 30, 2013
Vacation, Had to Get Away!
Okay, I have been away for a long time again. I have a great excuse, though, I'm on vacation in Florida so that I could introduce my mother to her newest grandbaby. She had no idea we were on our way out here, but her boyfriend knew. He had been helping me plan for a couple months. We got here on May 7th and we are here until June 4th.
We were supposed to leave on the 25th of May, but due to it being Memorial Day weekend, we weren't able to get on a flight. It was oversold...but that didn't stop Southwest from sending our luggage home without us. So my husband, two babies and I had nothing. My husband already flew back without us because he is in the military and they tend to frown on you not coming home (you know, AWOL and what not).
So my mom is letting us stay with her until we can get a flight out of here. I didn't mention yet that our flights are free, so that's why they were able to bump us. They put actual paying customers on the flight. The only reason I was angry about anything was because they weren't willing to pull our stuff back off the flight. We have since bought new things, so we're alright now.
Ophelia is already smiling and cooing. She will be two months old on the 11th of June, a week after we get back to California.
So, since I've been here, I've been to Busch Gardens with my family, eaten like a pig (it seems that all anyone wants to do is eat out), and taught my sister how to cross stitch. I bet my mom never thought that would be a hobby she'd be passing to her daughters lol. Since I'm teaching my sister to stitch, I'm stitching a Piplup. He'll probably be done either tomorrow or the next day. So, I will probably be a while before I update again because of being busy with my little ones, but I didn't forget about my blog, I promise!
Here's Piplup:
We were supposed to leave on the 25th of May, but due to it being Memorial Day weekend, we weren't able to get on a flight. It was oversold...but that didn't stop Southwest from sending our luggage home without us. So my husband, two babies and I had nothing. My husband already flew back without us because he is in the military and they tend to frown on you not coming home (you know, AWOL and what not).
So my mom is letting us stay with her until we can get a flight out of here. I didn't mention yet that our flights are free, so that's why they were able to bump us. They put actual paying customers on the flight. The only reason I was angry about anything was because they weren't willing to pull our stuff back off the flight. We have since bought new things, so we're alright now.
Ophelia is already smiling and cooing. She will be two months old on the 11th of June, a week after we get back to California.
So, since I've been here, I've been to Busch Gardens with my family, eaten like a pig (it seems that all anyone wants to do is eat out), and taught my sister how to cross stitch. I bet my mom never thought that would be a hobby she'd be passing to her daughters lol. Since I'm teaching my sister to stitch, I'm stitching a Piplup. He'll probably be done either tomorrow or the next day. So, I will probably be a while before I update again because of being busy with my little ones, but I didn't forget about my blog, I promise!
Here's Piplup:
I'm working from a sprite stitch pattern. I am using 22-count white aida and I think a 3 inch hoop, but I don't know...it's whatever my mom has on hand. That's all for today, happy stitching, everyone!
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
A Little Late, but SHE'S HERE
So April 11th, 2013, I had my beautiful daughter at 4:03 in the morning. Not that anyone cares, but here's my labor story :D
April 9th and 10th, I had been having contractions 13 minutes apart. Constant, painful contractions that never got closer together, but never let up either. I put a call in to L&D on the afternoon of the 10th only to be told that without progression, the hospital would turn me away. They told me to rehydrate and maybe go for a walk to see if the contractions would speed up.
So, that night, I did just that. I walked for 2 hours and my contractions all but stopped. I went on Facebook to post my frustration to the world and my friend said, "Try a shot of A1." Apparently there's an old wives' tale that downing a shot of A1 will kick start labor. So, out of desperation, I did it. I downed the hell out of that shot of A1. Choking back tears and drool (hey, that stuff was hard to do!) I rinsed out my shot glass, brushed my teeth, and went to bed.
1:52 in the morning of the 11th, I woke up because something didn't feel right...or maybe it was because of the contraction that practically had me in tears. Who knows? Either way, I made my way to the edge of the mat I was sleeping on and started timing my contractions. I thought to myself, "Holy s***, they're 4 minutes apart." So I clambered to get onto my feet from the floor, walked into the living room where my husband was sleeping on the couch, and nudged him.
"Mrmmff?" he said.
"I think we need to go to the hospital," I responded.
I really don't remember what happened immediately after that, all I know is that I knocked on the bedroom door to alert my father and his girlfriend that we were going to the hospital. Then, I was in the car and soon at the emergency room. We walked in and told the lady at the front desk I was in labor and she put me in a wheel chair and told my husband where to go.
We got to L&D and the nurse there asked if I was the one who had called earlier. She recognized my voice. She hooked me up to a monitor to measure my contractions and one to measure my daughter's heartbeat. Soon, I was having stronger contractions, but not closer together. So after an hour, she checked me and said, "Okay, you're not changing. You're still dilated the same and you're not effaced any more than you were at your last appointment."
Then, I moved and we lost my daughter's heartbeat. The nurse couldn't find it again. That was the single scariest moment in my life. She kept moving the monitor around and around. Making me move and roll over in spite of my contractions. At one point she even yelled at me that I needed to move for my baby and to stop thinking of myself. Hard to deal with when you're contracting and your daughter's heartbeat is no longer in your ears. Finally, we heard it. It was there. That glorious thump-thump-thump at 135 bpm.
She checked my cervix again and said, "You're dilated 5 centimeters." So she moved me to a delivery room. The anesthesiologist was called and he was on his way so that I could get an epidural. They hooked up my IV drip to keep me hydrated during delivery and soon my contractions began coming hard and fast. The anesthesiologist came into my room and introduced himself then walked me through what he was going to do. He started getting everything prepped and ready, the nurse held me up as he began swabbing my back with alcohol to clean it. I had a massive contraction and then there was the feeling...it was such an odd feeling of desperation and I couldn't comprehend what it was and I yelled into the nurse's shoulder, "I feel like I need to push!"
The nurse said, "No, you're only dilated to a 5, you can't push because you could really hurt yourself." The feeling went away with the contraction and I said, "Okay, okay, I think I'm fine." And the anesthesiologist told me there would be pressure and that he was starting the numbing agent. Then, another massive contraction. This time I yelled, "I NEED TO PUSH!" I pushed the nurse away, the anesthesiologist pulled the needle out of my back, and I swung my legs back up on the bed and I was crowning.
I yelled like a feral cat, and out she came. There was no pain like every woman I've ever talked to described. There was no "ring of fire" when the head and shoulders came out. Ophelia Marie Fromknecht was waiting for no one and made the poor anesthesiologist and nurse deliver her. The OB was walking through the door just as she was set on the foot of the bed. I was panting from exhaustion and continually apologizing to the doctor and nurse that delivered her.
My husband sat by and was awestruck at what had just happened. Everything went so fast! Then, the most amazing sound in the world: WAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!! Wah-wah-waaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!! Ophelia was already crying for her mommy. They clamped her cord and my husband, with a big grin on his face, cut it in one go. She was here. She was whole. She was perfect.
They took her away to wipe her off. They didn't wash her yet, stating that it was good for her skin and hair. She was gunky, but it didn't matter to me. When they put her on my chest, all I could do was smile and kiss her little head.
We are home now. I went home 24 hours after having her. I had the choice to stay at the hospital through the weekend (as they don't discharge on the weekends because the clinic isn't open if you need medicine), but I was NOT going to stay there longer than I had to.
At her 2 week checkup, she had already gained a whole pound and she is beautiful :)
April 9th and 10th, I had been having contractions 13 minutes apart. Constant, painful contractions that never got closer together, but never let up either. I put a call in to L&D on the afternoon of the 10th only to be told that without progression, the hospital would turn me away. They told me to rehydrate and maybe go for a walk to see if the contractions would speed up.
So, that night, I did just that. I walked for 2 hours and my contractions all but stopped. I went on Facebook to post my frustration to the world and my friend said, "Try a shot of A1." Apparently there's an old wives' tale that downing a shot of A1 will kick start labor. So, out of desperation, I did it. I downed the hell out of that shot of A1. Choking back tears and drool (hey, that stuff was hard to do!) I rinsed out my shot glass, brushed my teeth, and went to bed.
1:52 in the morning of the 11th, I woke up because something didn't feel right...or maybe it was because of the contraction that practically had me in tears. Who knows? Either way, I made my way to the edge of the mat I was sleeping on and started timing my contractions. I thought to myself, "Holy s***, they're 4 minutes apart." So I clambered to get onto my feet from the floor, walked into the living room where my husband was sleeping on the couch, and nudged him.
"Mrmmff?" he said.
"I think we need to go to the hospital," I responded.
I really don't remember what happened immediately after that, all I know is that I knocked on the bedroom door to alert my father and his girlfriend that we were going to the hospital. Then, I was in the car and soon at the emergency room. We walked in and told the lady at the front desk I was in labor and she put me in a wheel chair and told my husband where to go.
We got to L&D and the nurse there asked if I was the one who had called earlier. She recognized my voice. She hooked me up to a monitor to measure my contractions and one to measure my daughter's heartbeat. Soon, I was having stronger contractions, but not closer together. So after an hour, she checked me and said, "Okay, you're not changing. You're still dilated the same and you're not effaced any more than you were at your last appointment."
Then, I moved and we lost my daughter's heartbeat. The nurse couldn't find it again. That was the single scariest moment in my life. She kept moving the monitor around and around. Making me move and roll over in spite of my contractions. At one point she even yelled at me that I needed to move for my baby and to stop thinking of myself. Hard to deal with when you're contracting and your daughter's heartbeat is no longer in your ears. Finally, we heard it. It was there. That glorious thump-thump-thump at 135 bpm.
She checked my cervix again and said, "You're dilated 5 centimeters." So she moved me to a delivery room. The anesthesiologist was called and he was on his way so that I could get an epidural. They hooked up my IV drip to keep me hydrated during delivery and soon my contractions began coming hard and fast. The anesthesiologist came into my room and introduced himself then walked me through what he was going to do. He started getting everything prepped and ready, the nurse held me up as he began swabbing my back with alcohol to clean it. I had a massive contraction and then there was the feeling...it was such an odd feeling of desperation and I couldn't comprehend what it was and I yelled into the nurse's shoulder, "I feel like I need to push!"
The nurse said, "No, you're only dilated to a 5, you can't push because you could really hurt yourself." The feeling went away with the contraction and I said, "Okay, okay, I think I'm fine." And the anesthesiologist told me there would be pressure and that he was starting the numbing agent. Then, another massive contraction. This time I yelled, "I NEED TO PUSH!" I pushed the nurse away, the anesthesiologist pulled the needle out of my back, and I swung my legs back up on the bed and I was crowning.
I yelled like a feral cat, and out she came. There was no pain like every woman I've ever talked to described. There was no "ring of fire" when the head and shoulders came out. Ophelia Marie Fromknecht was waiting for no one and made the poor anesthesiologist and nurse deliver her. The OB was walking through the door just as she was set on the foot of the bed. I was panting from exhaustion and continually apologizing to the doctor and nurse that delivered her.
My husband sat by and was awestruck at what had just happened. Everything went so fast! Then, the most amazing sound in the world: WAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!! Wah-wah-waaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!! Ophelia was already crying for her mommy. They clamped her cord and my husband, with a big grin on his face, cut it in one go. She was here. She was whole. She was perfect.
They took her away to wipe her off. They didn't wash her yet, stating that it was good for her skin and hair. She was gunky, but it didn't matter to me. When they put her on my chest, all I could do was smile and kiss her little head.
We are home now. I went home 24 hours after having her. I had the choice to stay at the hospital through the weekend (as they don't discharge on the weekends because the clinic isn't open if you need medicine), but I was NOT going to stay there longer than I had to.
At her 2 week checkup, she had already gained a whole pound and she is beautiful :)
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