tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8788633830615005022024-03-14T02:09:15.021-04:00The Life and Times of TTGI've always wanted to be a blogger/writer. So now I've created my own space! This blog will be about me, and my life experiences including being a new mother.TTGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04538623460945138352noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878863383061500502.post-91151059615005839502010-03-03T21:26:00.004-05:002010-03-03T21:48:29.934-05:00Damon's Grill, Less Fun Than Advertised<span style="font-family: georgia;">Tonight's dinner adventure started out on a bright note. The parents asked if we wanted to go to Damon's in Monroeville for dinner to use up our Christmas Gifts from my sister. We said sure.</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">So we arrive around 6:30pm and to our delight Wed. kids eat FREE!!! SCORE!!! Elianna can get her own food, mamma doesn't have to share :)!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">I had a certificate from restaurant.com and 2 $10 gift cards (I guess they weren't real gift cards, but my sister said they were, they were little cards that said $10 at Damon's on them, so I'm not sure what else it would have been). We were told we wasn't allowed to use them together by the server. Which was insane. Both had been paid for and Damon's already received their money, but we couldn't use both. Whatever, I was too busy trying to remember my log in for the trivia game (which is the only reason I go there) to raise a stink.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">My Dad orders Prime Rib...but oh wait, they don't have Prime Rib today, because they only have it on weekends. WOW, really? Where did it say that...oh that's right no where. CRAZY!!!</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">The time was ticking and the baby was getting a bit fussy, she wanted her food, but there is no food in sight, not even our appetizer. About 20-30 mins later we get our appetizer and shortly after, her food!!! Did I mention the place was DEAD??Luckily the kid is easily entertained.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">When Elianna was half way through her meal and our main courses were on their way the server says "my manger said that the kids meal won't be free tonight because you are using the gift-cards" That manager is lucky, I had a mouth full of food and the hubby just said "That's fine." The manager refused to come out and tell us, they made our poor server do it. I'm sure if I started yelling I would have seen the manager, but Elliot wanted to cut our losses.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">And to top it off our meals were kinda crappy actually. Elliot's ribs were all stringy and my skillet sizzler was covered in a cheese they advertised as a jack cheese, but didn't really taste like it. It was only so so.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">I didn't look at my watch again until we were about to leave, when it said 8:05 pm. I would like to point out that there was about 4 other tables in the entire restaurant and it took us 90 mins to complete a meal. Honestly! That's insane! Most of the time spent was waiting for our food. I fed Elianna for a good 10-15 mins. before my food got there.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Overall we just had an awful experience there, and I wouldn't recommend going there to anyone. I still have this gift certificate to use, but I actually might not even go back to use it. That's just how bad it was.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">I did send them a message via their website on how disappointed I was with my experience. Hopefully they will use it fix their service, until then I don't think anyone should eat there.</span>TTGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04538623460945138352noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878863383061500502.post-30571585744719139132010-02-03T23:46:00.001-05:002010-02-03T23:48:48.588-05:00When does taking care of me turn into Selfishness?<span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"><div class="MsoNormal">Here has been a question weighing heavily on my mind as of late. Am I selfish? At what point does taking care of myself and my needs become selfish acts? I guess this was brought to mind because I was watching Teen Mom on Saturday, and it being a show about Teenagers, there are a lot of selfish acts going on. This caused me to turn inward and monitor my own life and my own actions. And ask that hard question: Am I selfish?</div> <div class="MsoNormal"> </div> <div class="MsoNormal">ACT: I’m choosing to continue to do theater, act and direct, even though I have a baby now. </div> <div class="MsoNormal">SELFISH?: I love doing it even though it takes me away from Elianna.</div> <div class="MsoNormal">TRUTH: I still see her for at least 1-2 hours every day. There are the rare days that I don’t see her at all. But that is very rare. I feel bad, like I’m missing out on her life, and that she is missing spending time with her mom, but I feel like I need to be involved with theater or else I might explode. It keeps me happy and sane. So is it really that bad?</div> <div class="MsoNormal"> </div> <div class="MsoNormal">ACT: Expecting dinner when I get home from work and to come home to a clean apt.</div> <div class="MsoNormal">SELFISH?: Is it selfish to think that I shouldn’t have to work 8-9 hours and come home to cook and clean</div> <div class="MsoNormal">TRUTH: My husband is home all day! He’s out of job currently so is it really too much to ask that he spend his free time cleaning and cooking? He gets to spend every day with Elianna, I only get a few hours (even if I wasn’t in a show) why should I work 8 hours a day and come home and cook and clean and spend zero time with Elianna? But then again, is it fair that every thing falls on the hubby?</div> <div class="MsoNormal"> </div> <div class="MsoNormal"> </div> <div class="MsoNormal">ACT: Sleeping in on Sundays.</div> <div class="MsoNormal">SELFISH?: I only get 1 day where I can sleep past 7am. It’s Sundays. </div> <div class="MsoNormal">TRUTH: I usually let the hubby get up with the baby. In my defense, the second she makes a peep in the morning he is out of bed and in her room, and I’m usually like “who, what, was there a noise?”</div> <div class="MsoNormal"> </div> <div class="MsoNormal">I guess those are the main things I do that I think of as selfish acts. I just want to do what is best for me, my baby, and my husband. Sometimes it feels like a never ending battle. I even feel selfish when I go to work and Elianna cries. I suppose I could be doing worse things that would put my family’s health, stability and happiness at risk, so I guess I’m not so bad after all. Because after all at the end of the day all you have is family. </div></span></span>TTGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04538623460945138352noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878863383061500502.post-83881625168142293952010-01-27T22:12:00.003-05:002010-01-27T22:25:13.130-05:00The End of a Year<span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Today my little girl turns one. We have been together for 365 days. She has taught me more about life, love, and happiness in one year than I have ever learned in the 30 years I've been on earth. Elianna is the greatest gift I've ever gotten. I am excited about what the future will bring for us, but I am also sad that I will never get that first year back. I just only hope that the bonds we formed during her first year of life will last a lifetime.</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">I've heard from others, for years that time goes by too quickly, I don't know if I've ever agreed with them before today. Elianna's first year was the fastest year of my life, I don't expect life to slow down, but I do hope that I will make the best of it and make it a fun ride, not only for Elianna but for the whole family. But if it could slow down, I would be grateful. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Today I rejoice in the wonderfulness that is Elianna's first birthday and celebrate her first year of life, and pray for many, many, many, more years.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">This is what a one year old looks like.</span></span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guc7vpz2p7k/S2EDcWS3quI/AAAAAAAAAFI/jJWPW4P0K2M/s1600-h/1.27.10.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guc7vpz2p7k/S2EDcWS3quI/AAAAAAAAAFI/jJWPW4P0K2M/s320/1.27.10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431626411141475042" border="0" /></a>TTGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04538623460945138352noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878863383061500502.post-79135866667110299142010-01-17T22:46:00.010-05:002010-01-17T23:01:43.597-05:00Photo Update<span style="font-family: georgia;">I've not been slacking in my Project 365 photo taking, just simply slacking in uploading. I have no real excuse. I've just been lazy. I wish I had done something of interest in the past 5 days, but sadly that isn't the case. Two items to report: 1) My eye twitching stopped and 2) I did get a new cell phone :), but I am waiting for it be shipped :(. It's nothing exciting, not a 3 g, but hopefully I will be able to hear, unlike my current phone. Which by the way Samsung told me they could fix for $75...which my new phone was cheaper than...<br /><br />Anyway here our my photos.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">WEDNESDAY JANUARY 13, 2010</span></span><br /><a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.sarahborges.com/">Sarah Borges and the Broken Singles</a><span style="font-family: georgia;">, They Rock!</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guc7vpz2p7k/S1Par3hcGrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/WX-azxerLZc/s1600-h/1.13.10.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guc7vpz2p7k/S1Par3hcGrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/WX-azxerLZc/s320/1.13.10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427922423085013682" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">THURSDAY JANUARY 14, 2010</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Cat naps</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guc7vpz2p7k/S1PbW3jwFEI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gNpaq19VEck/s1600-h/1.14.10.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guc7vpz2p7k/S1PbW3jwFEI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gNpaq19VEck/s320/1.14.10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427923161829086274" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" >FRIDAY JANUARY 15, 2010</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">The young amateur dentist hard at work</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guc7vpz2p7k/S1PblwLCOWI/AAAAAAAAAEw/iQx_DWxL1UY/s1600-h/1.15.10.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guc7vpz2p7k/S1PblwLCOWI/AAAAAAAAAEw/iQx_DWxL1UY/s320/1.15.10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427923417544407394" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">SATURDAY JANUARY 16, 2010</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">"Greetings, welcome to my dinner!"</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guc7vpz2p7k/S1PcGJi7ArI/AAAAAAAAAE4/iLV_h81Hrys/s1600-h/1.16.10.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guc7vpz2p7k/S1PcGJi7ArI/AAAAAAAAAE4/iLV_h81Hrys/s320/1.16.10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427923974111298226" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">SUNDAY JANUARY 17, 2010</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">The January Thaw!</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guc7vpz2p7k/S1PcRxW7cqI/AAAAAAAAAFA/STY8p_knjmw/s1600-h/1.17.10.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guc7vpz2p7k/S1PcRxW7cqI/AAAAAAAAAFA/STY8p_knjmw/s320/1.17.10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427924173776974498" border="0" /></a>TTGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04538623460945138352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878863383061500502.post-83441823086611789412010-01-12T23:13:00.003-05:002010-01-12T23:17:12.568-05:00Make....The...Twitching...Stop!<span style="font-family: georgia;">So as I mentioned in the last post, now is the time I talk about my eye twitch. My left eye has been twitching for a week. Now it's only off and on, it's not constant. If it was, I would have had to end it all days ago. It is the weirdest thing. I mean, I have had eye twitches before, but they always came and went. It's never been a full week. I have no idea what is wrong, but I can tell you it's very annoying. Just when I start thinking it's gone for good...BAM! The twitching starts. I did a WebMD search and you can't find eye twitching or eye spasm in the list of symptoms, so I think I am going to live. But I do wish it would stop. Doing a non scientific poll of the folks I know, stress is considered to be the main cause. But I will tell you I am not under any more stress than usual. So I am not sure that is the cause. If anyone out there has any remedies, I would love to hear them. I am on the verge of desperation. I just simply hope they will end soon. </span><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: georgia;">Oh, before I sign off here are the latest 365 photos-kitty edition</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Monday January 11<sup>th</sup></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guc7vpz2p7k/S01I759gjbI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YzYddNWMw-M/s1600-h/1.11.10.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guc7vpz2p7k/S01I759gjbI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YzYddNWMw-M/s320/1.11.10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426073320059604402" border="0" /></a></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Tuesday January 12<sup>th</sup></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guc7vpz2p7k/S01JHi29yDI/AAAAAAAAAEY/-oSbUlxXon8/s1600-h/1.12.10.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guc7vpz2p7k/S01JHi29yDI/AAAAAAAAAEY/-oSbUlxXon8/s320/1.12.10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426073520016574514" border="0" /></a></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><sup><br /></sup> </p>TTGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04538623460945138352noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878863383061500502.post-73208494714650730992010-01-10T21:32:00.006-05:002010-01-10T21:40:52.936-05:00more photos<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">SATURDAY...</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Started out normal enough, until I got a migraine and the little one started cutting teeth. That made for an interesting morning/afternoon. By late evening we were both feeling a bit better. But I did manage to get this great photo for my 365 project. My little 2 fisted drinker. :)</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guc7vpz2p7k/S0qO-kS4DvI/AAAAAAAAAEA/H9-Kr9ArYS4/s1600-h/1.9.10.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guc7vpz2p7k/S0qO-kS4DvI/AAAAAAAAAEA/H9-Kr9ArYS4/s320/1.9.10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425305906667065074" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Sunday...</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Was super busy, Church followed by shopping followed by rehearsal followed by be wanting to fall over. Little Elianna was able to catch my mood just right.</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guc7vpz2p7k/S0qPUv3uBSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/aXL2wfzAg1c/s1600-h/1.10.10.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guc7vpz2p7k/S0qPUv3uBSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/aXL2wfzAg1c/s320/1.10.10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425306287731508514" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">That is why this post is so short. Tomorrow I hope to post the wonderful news about my never ending eye twitch. Stay tuned!</span></span>TTGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04538623460945138352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878863383061500502.post-6289288594281760112010-01-08T22:43:00.008-05:002010-01-08T23:08:37.787-05:00New Year, New ?<span style="font-family:georgia;">Things I learned in 2009: I can't keep a </span><a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://ttgblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/start-of-newsomething.html">resolution</a><span style="font-family:georgia;">. I pretty much failed at all of them, especially the writing more.</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;">I will now take a page from Thomas Edison and not look at is as failure, but simply a life lesson. Lesson being: I don't do well with resolutions.</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;">This year I am going back to basics. I will focus on the simple things in life-family, friends, theater :) and myself. No resolutions, no weird goals, just more of what I love. No one is perfect, and now I will relish my imperfections and not look back. Would I like to have had a blog post for every day of Elianna's first year, yes, can I fix that now? NO! So I will sum up her first year with one word: AMAZING!! I have no idea what I did with my life before she came along, nor can I imagine a day without her. She has gone from a small immobile sleeper to a rollover wonder, to a crazy crawler, to an almost toddler now who pulls herself and is trying to learn how to walk. She still doesn't have any teeth, but she loves to eat especially spaghetti! She is her dad's daughter. Her smile lights up a room and her laugh can turn the grumpiest of moods on its ear. I hope she will look up to me the way I look up to my mom, but all I can give her is the best I have and pray that is good enough.</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;">I will attempt to keep at this blogging thing because I really do love it, but I hope to not only chronicle Elianna, but the entire world she is growing in.</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;">So here is to a new year!</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;">PS</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;">I've also joined Project 365 (a picture a day for year) I will post them here. Since I started yesterday here are my 2 pictures:</span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;" >January 7, 2010</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guc7vpz2p7k/S0gAS7a-UiI/AAAAAAAAADI/PufJ61yI02c/s1600-h/Jan+07+2010.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guc7vpz2p7k/S0gAS7a-UiI/AAAAAAAAADI/PufJ61yI02c/s320/Jan+07+2010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424586076356235810" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;" >January 8, 2010</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guc7vpz2p7k/S0gBBSOHbyI/AAAAAAAAADQ/tMuM6Ls_k9I/s1600-h/up+close+and+baby.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_guc7vpz2p7k/S0gBBSOHbyI/AAAAAAAAADQ/tMuM6Ls_k9I/s320/up+close+and+baby.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424586872750305058" border="0" /></a>TTGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04538623460945138352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878863383061500502.post-73741539807993760972009-10-05T07:55:00.002-04:002009-10-05T08:08:11.991-04:00Life has a funny way …..Saturday started off just ok. I was running late (what else is new) and had to get out the door for Weight Watchers and when I got there I had gained 1.6 lbs <span style="font-family:Wingdings;"><span style="">L</span></span>. Not a huge surprise since my points dropped drastically when I stopped nursing, but I was in a crappy mood. However, there was flackle football to be watched. The entire family gets in the car and heads down to watch my hubby and the rest of Yinz Team play some flackle football. CRAP, I left my cell phone charging in the apartment. Hopefully that won’t be an issue. Once we get to <st1:place st="on"><st1:placename st="on">Frick</st1:placename> <st1:placetype st="on">Park</st1:placetype></st1:place> we learn that most everyone had canceled, so no flackle.<br /><br />Not all was a loss, Elianna enjoyed some much loved time outside and those of us still left at Frick Park 45 minutes later were going to lunch. Lunch was great, Elliot, me, Elianna, Anthony, Jim, Amy and little Jack enjoyed some Applebee’s in <st1:place st="on">Edgewood</st1:place>. Elianna and Jack were even spotted holding hands, very cute. Then Anthony decides to walk home despite Jim’s several attempts to ride him back home. Now it’s around 2:30-ish in the afternoon and we are on our way back home. We merge onto the parkway heading home, there is a little bit of a back up, we come to a stop. Then the traffic starts to move (why do Pittsburghers have such a hard time going around bends and tunnels?). Just as we start to move, CRASH, we are rear ended. Nothing puts your life in perspective quite like an accident. I was in the backseat with Elianna, trying to get her to finish her bottle, and Elliot was driving. We pull over and so does the guy who hit us (THANKFULLY). Everyone was ok and the car, the car that isn’t a full year old yet, is drivable, but most likely will need a new rear bumper as the drivers side of the bumper is no longer fully attached to the car. The air bags didn’t deploy, so I’m assuming the other car wasn’t going that fast. Elianna was shaken up and very leery about getting back in the car seat, but she seems ok now. <p class="MsoListBullet" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"><o:p> </o:p></p><br />Now you might remember that we were cell phone-less, a big thanks to Jim and Amy who ended up seeing us pulled over, stopped, called the police, and left us with a cell phone just in case. That was really awesome! (and I guess a thank you to Anthony for walking home otherwise Jim and Amy wouldn’t have been on the Parkway then.) To make a long story short, the police came we filed a report and they arrested the guy. Oh did I not mention he was drunk off his *ss? I think I will be joining my local <a href="http://www.maddpa.org/">MADD</a><br /><p class="MsoListBullet" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"><o:p> </o:p></p><br />Thankfully everyone is ok. The accident could have been a lot worse, or he could have ended up killing someone had we not be able to call the cops and he continued driving. I think I got the worse of the accident as my neck and shoulders are very sore. I will be heading to Dr. T today in hopes that he can cure me and I will be able to pick up my daughter again, because right now, it is very painful to pick her up, which makes me cry. That 1.6lb gain seems like nothing now. Honestly, I have been thinking about going back to the chiropractor, but now I have to. Sadly Elianna has already been in her first automobile accident at the tender age of 8 months. I pray that it will not negatively affect her. It did cause us to not be able to go out Saturday night, but we spent the night with my parents who came over to babysit and had a very nice evening. <p class="MsoListBullet" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"><o:p> </o:p></p><br />Lesson learned (or what I think I should have learned) is: Everything happens for a reason, all we can do is sit back, pray everything will work out and enjoy the ride, even when you do have whiplash.TTGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04538623460945138352noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878863383061500502.post-68706628182628287282009-08-23T23:35:00.000-04:002009-08-23T23:37:35.394-04:00Parenting Tip of the DayWhen you go to a restaurant, you better have food for the baby. For the past 6 and ½ months I've enjoyed going out to restaurants with both the hubby and the baby and never having any issues. She would sit there play in her car seat and have a good old time. Now she has started sitting in a high chair which is wonderful, but don't be caught without food! This lesson was trying to be taught to us last night, but it really sunk in today.<p></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Last night we ventured to Fuddruckers for a wonderful early b-day dinner and my free b-day burger. I came armed with a jar of pears. Little did I know I wouldn't get to eat! We couldn't get the pears into her mouth fast enough. We supplemented with some potatoes, but as it turned out we had to alternate burger eating to keep the little one contented. Lesson not fully learned there: The baby wins. If you are out, she comes first.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">So this afternoon we went to Qdoba for my free b-day burrito (life is so good). We fed the baby right before we left and drove the 3 mins to our local Qdoba. We sit down to eat 2 mins later and boom!!! Baby wants food! Now she can't possibly be hungry, but she has now decided if she is at a restaurant she needs to be eating like the big kids..err her parents. Thankfully she is still learning to use a straw so a cup of water did the trick. But I will say the lesson now has been learned...I will never go to a restaurant without baby food EVER AGAIN nor do I plan on ever being able to actually eat at one, not at least until she can feed herself. </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The upside is we have no problems with her eating. Which is very nice, she loves food....especially potato, but don't let her doctor hear that ;-)</p>TTGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04538623460945138352noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878863383061500502.post-37363844416635575712009-08-22T22:59:00.001-04:002009-08-22T23:34:32.039-04:00The Write Stuff<span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" >Writing use to be my thing. I loved it. I never thought I was any good at it, so I decided not to make a career out of it. I use to write all the time; especially back when I didn't have a computer. I found it calming, soothing, relaxing, wonderful. Then life happened. I went off to school got busy got married had a job so the writing slowly went by the wayside. And that was just fine. I had other outlets. I still did write. I wrote reviews, I wrote plays, and I got a few pages into my 'great American Novel.'<br />I got to the point where unless I could sit down and finish something in one sitting, I wasn't interested in doing it. Again that is how I always wrote. But when I couldn't find the time to write, I stopped. It has taken me a few years to realize that a blog would be a perfect forum, and I missed it.<br /><br />When this year started I resolved to make a blog. I did that, but I haven't posted much. It's been hard to find time to write. I would just much rather spend time with my cute little girl, and when she goes to bed....so do I. But something needs to change. I need to find the time to write for myself again.<br /><br />I've been noticing that I have no way to vent, no way to release my stress. In high school when I was upset I would get out my notebook and write. Mostly bad poems, but some prose too. And 12 years later I find myself stressed, angry, and frustrated again. I may or may not be able to share the causes of these feelings here, but know that it is normal stuff that I'm sure you all have in your lives. Since I had no outlet for these feelings. So I did what most girls do, I turned to chocolate. But I don't want to gain 100 lbs. so I'm going back to writing. I am hoping that I will entertain whomever reads this blog as well as find the release that I need. I am writing. I might not be the greatest writer, but I hope it is the cure for what ails me</span><span style="font-size:100%;">.</span>TTGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04538623460945138352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878863383061500502.post-66402708401181134312009-04-06T13:52:00.002-04:002009-04-06T14:04:06.820-04:00Not A Good First<span style="font-family:georgia;">This post is about a week over due, but it has taken me that long to be able to formulate the courage to finally put my thoughts down in a blog. Something happened and it was very scary, but I feel I need to share it now.</span><p style="font-family: georgia;"></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">On January 1<sup>st</sup> I blogged about this being the year of new things and <a href="http://ttgblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/start-of-newsomething.html">change</a>, but what happened the night of the BurghMom dinner wasn’t what I had in mind and I hope this is the end of firsts like these. </p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">I was out having the time of my life with the wonderful BurghMoms when I got the call my mom was being life flighted to the hospital. With that information I was out the door running to my car, when I fell. <i style="">(yes the BurghMoms told me to be careful, but did I listen? No.)</i> After I safely drove home and picked up my hubby, baby and Dad, we were on our way to <st1:place><st1:placename>Shady</st1:placename> <st1:placename>Side</st1:placename> <st1:placetype>Hospital</st1:placetype></st1:place>. Before we got there my sister, who lives in <st1:city><st1:place>Erie</st1:place></st1:city>, had already made several phone calls and had mom’s situation assessed. My mother had a heart attack and was on her way to the cauterization lab to see if she needed any stents. I was trying hard to keep it together because we really don’t know anything yet, but it’s really hard, especially since I’m in pain from my fall. Once we arrive at the ER the staff was wonderful in helping us. My Dad was taken to the surgical waiting area while an ER nurse convinced me to have my finger looked at. The ER staff saw my mom when she arrived so they were keeping me updated and kept calling up to the lab to see her progress. They did their best to hurry me through the ER so I could get up to my mom, but my mom beat me out!</p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">The prognoses were I had a broken pinky finger, my first broken bone ever, and needed to follow up with an orthopedist, and my mom needed 1 stent for an artery that was 100% blocked. She will eventually have to go back to get 2 more for 2 arteries that are 70% blocked. She got to go home 3 days later and is doing great. She is in wonderful spirits and raring to go. As long as she stops smoking, eats healthier and takes her medication she shouldn’t have another one. The staff at Shady Side couldn’t have been more wonderful. All the doctors and nurses were great and kind. We couldn’t have asked for better care.</p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">This is something that was/is very hard for me because not only is my mom my mother, she is also my best friend. I talk to her every day at least once and she helps me with everything from “how long do you cook a roast?” to “what do I do with the baby?” and everything in between. I’m not sure I would know how to go on without her. So I’m very grateful and blessed that she is ok. Thanks so much to everyone who was sending good thoughts and prayers her way.</p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">So we can check broken bone, parental heart attack and scare of one’s life off the list of things to do and put them on the list of things that should NEVER be done again. 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<br /><o:p></o:p></p> TTGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04538623460945138352noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878863383061500502.post-66755505237239773442009-03-15T17:10:00.001-04:002009-03-15T17:20:51.146-04:00RehabbingI just watched the season finally of Dr. Drew’s Sober House, so I feel it’s a good time to address some of my feelings about addiction in a blog.<br /><br />I’ve always wondered why I LOVED Celebrity Rehab and Sober House and the like so much. Why I feel like I’m in their shoes when I watch, and their therapy is like my therapy. I don’t have a drug or alcohol problem. (<span style="font-style: italic;">though nothing like 9 months of pregnancy to make me feel like an alcoholic)</span>. I don’t have this problem, so why do I somehow feel connected to these people instead of sorry for them because they have issues they can’t control?!<br /><br />Then it occurred to me, I do have an addiction problem, a HUGE one. Except unlike these celebrities I can’t quit mine cold turkey <span style="font-style: italic;">(nom nom turkey)</span>. My addiction is food. It is amazing to me how similar my food addiction is to these folks’ drug addiction. Maybe the reasons aren’t the same for the initial behavior <span style="font-style: italic;">(I had plenty of love and support from my family, they rock, so no daddy issues)</span>, but the reasons for ‘abusing the substance’ sure is. When I’m having a bad day or something didn’t go just right or I am feeling like I just can’t cope, what do I do? I reach for some food. I am the same as them. Except they get to go to the Pasadena Recovery Center, and I go to Weight Watchers. They get to chance the give up their addiction 100%! I’m not saying they have it easy, but they can live without the cocaine, crack, beer, and opiates that has kept them going for years. But I can’t just stop eating. They have the luxury of giving up their vices to save their life, but if I gave up mine it would kill me. Who needs a rehab center now?<br /><br />I do try to keep my addiction at bay. I try to eat healthy and right and follow my Weight Watcher plan, but I am only human. Like Seth <span style="font-style: italic;">(“Shifty”)</span> on Sober House went on a drug bing before rehab, I went on a food binge the day before I rejoined Weight Watchers. Us fatties are no different then those druggies, so why isn’t there more help for us? Medical plans cover rehab for drugs and alcohol, but don’t do anything for weight loss. They might give me treatment if I had an eating disorder like Anorexia or Bulimia. (again can someone explain why not eating enough is a disorder, but not being able to stop eating isn’t?)And sure they might pay for your gym membership, but does that pry the gallon of ice cream out of your hand at 1 am when you have a complete meltdown because your baby is crying and you don’t know why?<br /><br />If these shows have taught me anything it’s that you can’t treat a drug/alcohol problem without going to the root of why the person is using. Where are the programs that help me get to the root of why I use/eat. I will say Weight Watchers has done wonders for me. It’s made me start to think about all of these issues, but unlike rehab I don’t get any one on one focus time to work through my personal issues, and I don’t get the accomplishment of knowing I’ve been sober for 30 days. I only have the scale, and even if it goes down I still know that one day at any moment it could go up again. I have to live everyday knowing that I have this addiction, but at the same time will never be truly capable of kicking it.<br />I only hope that I will learn to maintain a healthy weight and that what I have learned will help my daughter, so she doesn’t struggle with the same problems with food as I have.TTGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04538623460945138352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878863383061500502.post-23890382978860859482009-03-04T10:04:00.001-05:002009-03-04T10:04:57.876-05:00The Name GameI love the name we gave our daughter. I think Elianna Irene is very pretty, but I’m having a bit of namers remorse. Everyone just assumes that she is named after my husband, Elliot, but that is not the case. He actually cringes at the thought of naming our kids after him. There won’t be any Elliot Jr’s in our future. For some reason the fact that people always jump to that conclusion makes me angry. Here is the story of how Elianna got her name.<br /><br />Since we decided not to find out the sex of our child until their birthday, this made picking out names twice as hard. We obviously had to pick out both a boy and a girl name. Surprisingly the boy’s names came so easily. And I really wasn’t focused on the girl’s names since I was convinced I was having a boy. I mean I would have bet money on it. So, with a month left to go, we had narrowed our boy’s name list down to 1 (we were so set) and our girl’s name list down to about 10. <br /><br />Once I was admitted we knew we had to pick a girl’s name and fast just on the off chance we were having a girl. All I knew was if we had a girl I wanted some form of Ann in the name. I wanted to name her in honor of my mom (middle name Ann) and my grandmother (named Louanna). My grandmother already threatened my life if I named my daughter Louanna. That is when I decided Ann as part of the name would be perfect. I love the idea of family names and neither of our families had any. We were starting a new tradition. We had every prefix before Anna you can think of, Lillyanna, Rehanna, Ilianna, etc. and then we also tried Ann as a middle name, Isabella Ann, Madison Ann etc. I was actually leaning towards Isabella when sitting in the hospital looking at our list Elianna popped out at me. (we found it on a baby naming site in which we viewed every name under every letter…exhausting). It had fallen out of our discussions, but there it was in my face. I said it out loud and we both knew that was the girl’s name. The middle name came just as strangely. We had only a few middle name suggestions, Ann and Grace. Well Ann was out for obvious reasons. So I said Grace is fine with me. To which my husband starting laughing hysterically and as I looked at him puzzled like he told me to think of her initials…E.G.G<br />Ok, I can’t have my kid’s initials be egg. We were stuck. We hadn’t talk about any other names, still thought it was a boy so no biggie, right? Then Elliot looks at me and says “What about Irene after my grandmother?” PERFECT! My great-grandmother’s name was also Irene. I couldn’t think of more fitting name than Elianna Irene. <br /><br />To set the record straight: she is named after the women of both our families and not her dad.TTGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04538623460945138352noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878863383061500502.post-30374804861621546662009-02-12T14:08:00.002-05:002009-02-12T14:09:41.099-05:00Labor of LoveNo one ever said giving birth was easy. I was under no delusions that it would be, but I was in no way prepared for how my beautiful daughter was going to enter the world. <br />It all started quite innocently Thursday Jan. 22nd. I went to the doctors for my regular 36 week check up, but something wasn’t regular. My blood pressure was up and I had some blurry vision earlier in the week. I was sent to Magee for some further tests to see if I had pre-eclampsia. After a few hours they decided they wanted to keep me for 24 hours. After 24 hours the diagnosis was in. I had pre-eclampsia. The only treatment was delivery of baby. I had already had a sonogram on the 22nd and they estimated her birth weight to be 6lbs 14oz. A good size for a healthy delivery, however, the hospital policy is not to induce until 37 weeks. After some discussion they decided Monday the 26th was 37 weeks and I was going to be induced on Sunday night at 9pm. After 3 nights in the hospital I couldn’t wait to be induced. The only problem was I had 0 progressions. Not dilated, not effaced…nothing. <br />My induction started at 9pm Sunday night with some softening of the cervix. This experience was very painful and I will not go into detail, but I enjoyed the contractions a lot more. Not to mention they had to repeat this process. By Monday morning I was not much further along. This is when they started the Patocin IV drip. The doctors decided no more examines until I had an epidural because they were so painful. So Monday 1/26/09 at 4pm the epidural goes in and the doctor breaks my water and I start the magnesium drip. Still nothing. I think I was around 2cm. by Tuesday 1/27/09 at 4am (31 hours later). I’m ready to throw in the towel and get the C-Section, but everyone seems to think this is going to happen naturally. So I go with the flow. The contractions are coming, but they aren’t bad and I’ve been handling this pretty well. Until they tell me it’s time to start pushing. There is a pain in my hips that will just not go away. So they decide I need a new epidural, and that my original one must have moved or something. So they do a new epidural and things are peachy again. So now it’s Tuesday 1/27/09 around 1:45 pm. I start pushing. I’m doing it! It’s not so bad, I’m breathing I’m pushing and after about an hour I’m exhausted, and then the pain comes back. The pain in my hips is now unbearable. They call the anesthesiologist back in, but there is nothing he can do. Poor guy. By now I’m doubled over in pain, it feels like my hips are going to be separated from my body at any moment. I’m torn between the urge to push and the thought that if someone had a machete all this pain would be over quick. So now I’m begging for some other way to get this kid out. The nurse says “how?” to which I was not amused and said I didn’t care just get it out. The Doctor then asked if I wanted a C-section, to which I quickly answered YES!!! The nice guy said he kinda hates to do it now since I’ve been in labor so long. At this point I just want it to be over. <br />Good thing I asked for a C-section. Reason #1, once I got in the OR the baby’s heart rate dropped, so they most likely would have had to do an emergency C-section if I had kept pushing. Reason #2 baby was transverse. Her little face was facing up so she may have never fitted through my pelvis. Now I’m questioning the competency of the entire hospital. <br />But finally on Tuesday January 27th at 3:36 pm my little girl was born. And honestly, I wouldn’t change a thing.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guc7vpz2p7k/SZRzzHgZjGI/AAAAAAAAABg/V_X34Y8dmko/s1600-h/Elianna%27s+first+week+002.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guc7vpz2p7k/SZRzzHgZjGI/AAAAAAAAABg/V_X34Y8dmko/s320/Elianna%27s+first+week+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301989983347379298" /></a>TTGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04538623460945138352noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878863383061500502.post-69540299226252101082009-01-20T17:17:00.000-05:002009-01-20T17:18:44.983-05:00An Open Letter to Bret MichaelDear Bret,<br /><br /> I have enjoyed Rock of Love 1, 2 and now Bus. I love the fact that you are from Pittsburgh, and I appreciate how hard it is for you to find true love being a Rock Star. But let’s be honest here, you aren’t really looking for someone to be your wife anymore. I seriously believed you in Rock of Love 2, Ambre was the perfect girl for you (and you almost dumped her on day one). I wish she didn’t want a career for herself because I could see you two together, forever. But after episode 3 of Bus, I question your motives. At first I was willing to forgive you for all the silicone you kept on the Bus, I just figured you might want to use them as air bags in case of a bus accident. And you even kicked off the girl who had plastic surgery to look like Daisy in the first round—you were so on the right track. But taking your girls to a strip club on a first date? Come on! do you really want someone to be your ‘soul mate’ who would just strip down in front of anyone? And it was totally un-cool of you to rag on Beverly because she didn’t want to dance like a whore! She has kids dude, she doesn’t want to embarrass them plus that isn’t the type of girl she is. From everything you say Beverly is the perfect girl for you this season. She is smart, pretty, she is into your music, she is athletic, and everything you claim to look for in a mate. The only thing is those type of girls are consistently the girls you get rid of, just to keep the T&A around. I will give you that Beverly isn’t all T&A and she may not be the ‘hottest’ girl there, but she is more of what you say you want than any other girl there. And what did you do to her in week 3? You had her as the final 2 with the crazy porno clepto chick! At least Beverly isn’t an idiot like 95% of the girls there. I’m sure Ashley couldn’t carry on a decent conversation for more than 3 minutes. I appreciate the fact you want a hot chick. And I’m not denying chemistry in the bedroom isn’t important. But Brett, please remember what makes a relationship last…personality. Looks fade, but stupidity is forever. So Brett I beg you keep Beverly around and give her a real chance. After all we all know what you are really looking for and that is a Pittsburgh girl, you’ve been spoiled. And after all we all know that Pittsburgh girls are 100% real. We don’t need to get our breasts pumped up to size triple G, because if we did, we couldn’t fit in our Steelers’ jersey. So Brett good luck in finding love on a Bus, but when you don’t, I’ll be watching season 4…Rock of Love Pittsburgh where you will find your real soul mate. <br /><br />Sincerely,<br /><br />TTGTTGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04538623460945138352noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878863383061500502.post-40343569946988926742009-01-19T17:14:00.004-05:002009-01-19T17:24:47.030-05:00Random MusingsI'm home today, no work, so you get 2 posts. From time to time things happen that make me go hmmmmmmmm. Kinda like in the C&C Music Factory way. Here is a list of things for today.<br /><br />1. Oh Target, why do you sell these? Do people really need to wear these pants pictured here?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guc7vpz2p7k/SXT79l4LHXI/AAAAAAAAABQ/zLTdgUyqNpU/s1600-h/pants.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_guc7vpz2p7k/SXT79l4LHXI/AAAAAAAAABQ/zLTdgUyqNpU/s320/pants.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293132497625488754" border="0" /></a><br /><br />2. Dear Lady at Target today, When did it become acceptable to talk on a cell phone in a public bathroom?<br /><br />3. Why do I have a pair of XL Maternity pants that no longer fit, but my L Maternity pants do?<br /><br />4. Work computer, why couldn't I access you from home today? You play this game of when I really don't need you, I can get you, but when I need you, you are not found.<br /><br />5. Hormones. Only you can make me cry at an episode of Desperate Housewives where someone I didn't even know was a character died.<br /><br />6. Why does spending 8 hours at work feels like it is an eternity. Spending 8 hours at home, feels like 5 minutes.TTGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04538623460945138352noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878863383061500502.post-4864937232254271902009-01-19T11:25:00.003-05:002009-01-19T12:02:27.171-05:00Hang Over MondayIt all started Saturday night. With the snow. So we decided that Sunday we were 'snowed in' and didn't have to go anywhere. Which was very exciting for me a Lazy Sunday. Just look how beautiful it was outside.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guc7vpz2p7k/SXSwP6rbNAI/AAAAAAAAABI/FuQ7bY4WF_8/s1600-h/January+2009+021.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guc7vpz2p7k/SXSwP6rbNAI/AAAAAAAAABI/FuQ7bY4WF_8/s320/January+2009+021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293049249563096066" /></a><br /><br />So since I wasn't going anywhere, why bother showering and getting dressed right? And what harm is that? There was no motivation, and sadly the motivation hasn't set in today either.<br />Well on a normal Monday I would have no problem, but today is Hang Over Monday! The Steelers won the AFC Championship last night. It was such an exciting game I thought I might go into labor during the 4th quarter! Luckily I didn't. But I was up late watching the news, and just enjoying the win. Thankfully today is a work holiday so I didn't have to get up early and get dressed, but now I still see no reason to shower and get dressed. The only thing that is helping me is that I think the cat is avoiding me until I shower ;). That and I need to go to the Post Office. I'm also stuck between feeling gross and not caring. Which is sad. So I will just suck it up and shower and be done with it. But the lesson learned is, it's never good to let a Lazy Sunday turn into a Hang Over Monday, because then I think you are just one step away from being mistaken for being homeless.<br />The good thing about today is that <a href="http://wtmd.org">WTMD</a> in Baltimore will be broadcasting 6 songs from <a href="http://www.wyep.org">WYEP</a> Pittsburgh today at 1pm. This was all part of a bet between WYEP and WTMD on who was going to win the AFC Championship. Looks like WTMD lost!! Take that Baltimore. I hope it's the Here We Go Song 6 times in a row!!!TTGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04538623460945138352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878863383061500502.post-32686104493753638012009-01-15T21:50:00.000-05:002009-01-15T21:52:20.230-05:00Why the Steelers Will Win the Super Bowl.This post may be a bit premature. But this thought occurred to me today during my 1 hour and 15 minute commute of 10 miles this morning.
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<br />The thought: The Steelers will win the Super Bowl in Tampa. Not simply because they are the best team, even though we all know they are ;).
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<br />There is only one good, solid, unarguable reason that the Steelers will win the Super Bowl. And that reason is: Our baby will be born in 2009.
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<br />Doesn’t make sense, does it? Well, here is how I see it. Steelers Super Bowl wins are in the baby’s DNA. My husband was born the year the Steelers won Super Bowl 9. The year I was born the Steelers Super Bowl 13. And since we were both born in such wonderful Steelers success, how can our child not be born the year of a Steelers Super Bowl victory?
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<br />The way I see it baby will be born the year the Steelers won the Super Bowl, Super Bowl 43. And then I will have to plan out all of baby’s siblings (if we choose to have more kids after baby comes) births to coincide with Steelers Super Bowl Victories.
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<br />P.S. Please don’t blame my post if the Steelers lose against Baltimore. We all know it is really Mayor SteelerStahl’s fault for changing his name.
<br />TTGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04538623460945138352noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878863383061500502.post-61911792380164497922009-01-13T22:40:00.003-05:002009-01-13T22:51:41.919-05:00God Loves DonutsThis was my morning. I woke up early, and thought "Sweet Jesus, I'm up early I can stop at Dunkin Donuts, let me sit and watch the news for 5 mins before I shower."<br />Well, 45 mins later, I wake up on the couch just in time for my usual shower time, but since Hubby had to shower too this morning this put me on late time. So after we both are ready we head to the car. He's driving me to work, I look at the clock, and see that I need to be at work in 15 mins, but it's at least a 30 min drive. So I make the decision, it's donut time. Screw on-time-ness, heck I was staying late tonight anyway and I really wanted some donuts. So we drive the 5 mins out of the way to Dunkin Donuts. SCORE!!!<br />I decide to try to make things better at work, since now I should be pushing 45 mins late, I would buy everyone some munchkins. This way they will forget what time I walked in the door. In and out of the big Double D in 5 mins.<br />We get on the parkway east, and what to my wondering eyes doesn't appear? Traffic. There was no traffic. I got to work in 20 mins...I was only about 15 mins late. Which, the way I see it, with normal traffic and no stop is what time I would have gotten in anyway.<br /><br />The only explanation is that God wanted me to have donuts this morning so he got rid of all the traffic. He was on my side. I will have to remember him for this tomorrow when I'm on the parkway east for 45mins dropping the f-bomb at all the idiots who don't know how to merge. I will think back and say, "I can handle the traffic today, for yesterday the Lord looked down upon me and said 'have a donut, I'll clear up traffic'"TTGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04538623460945138352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878863383061500502.post-20786962698427276142009-01-10T09:58:00.003-05:002009-01-10T10:30:00.081-05:00Your love is like Bad TV, and Bad TV is what I needI would like to consider myself an educated woman. I would like to think I have good taste. I enjoy reading and museums and the theater and the symphony. So why is it I can't get enough of bad TV? I wish I could say my bad TV addiction was limited to classier fair that comes on the history channel or at least TLC, but sadly I'm addicted to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">VH</span>1. It started out harmlessly with a little Scott <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Baio</span> here and bit of Bret <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Michaels</span> there. It was so innocent and fun like a train wreck where no one got hurt except slutty whores. Well Scott <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Baio's</span> show was a bit better done and there weren't as many whores and it felt like a real show.<br />But I was hooked. I've followed it up with several seasons of both shows, including the new Rock of Love Bus. But they turned out to be just gateway <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">TV</span>. I soon fell into very bad <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">TV</span>, probably the worse <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">TV</span> ever. With shows like <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Celebrity</span> Rehab, Rock of Love Charm School and I Love Money. I can't stop. I must watch <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">these</span> ex-strippers, former celebrities, and wanna be celebrities live their life and fight for their man, their sobriety and even for a few bucks. This is worse than Lifetime. I just can't turn the channel. I've even taken to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Tivoing</span> these episodes!<br />These folks are so classy that in the last episode of Rock of Love a bi-sexual stripper put a test tube shot in her <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">va</span>-jay-jay and another chick (who is only a lesbian when she has been drinking) drank it. Nothing says quality <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">TV</span> like some wanna-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">bes</span> trying to be famous and doing ANYTHING to prove it.<br />I wish I could turn away from this <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">TV</span> and focus on quality fair like the new or PBS, but even as I type this I am looking forward to Sober House....Andy Dick joins the former cast of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Celebrity</span> Rehab and try to live in LA Sober!!!! My <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">TIVO</span> IS SET.TTGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04538623460945138352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878863383061500502.post-24990988171296814472009-01-01T11:45:00.003-05:002009-01-01T12:33:30.474-05:00The Start of a New...Something...<span style="font-family:georgia;">As 2009 begins everyone is making resolutions. I am no execption. I usually hate making resolutions, but this year is different. This year I feel like change is all around us and it's impossible not to get involved. So here are 4 resolutions I'm making.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;">1) Write more</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I've always had the urge to write. I always felt as though I had things to share. But have never been focused/disciplined enough to actually do it. 2008 brought so many new wonderful people in my life and what did they have in common? They were all into social media and blogging. So I figured what better way to jump back into writing than blogging. I can't promise I will blog daily, but my goal is at least once a week. Focus and discipline here I come.<br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br />2) Panic less</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I am a very panicky. Which leads to being a huge worrier. Which will probably cause me to have a stroke or an ulcer. That aside, I am due to give birth next month and I need to learn how to relax. Not only will it help the birthing process, it should help me be a better first time mom. This may be the hardest resolution anyone has every made. But I will succeed, or at least panic that I won't ;).<br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br />3) Live by the idea that "Less is More"</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">With a baby on the way, a new car, hopefully a house, and the economy tanking this year there is no better time to cut back than '09. That means less trips to Starbucks and Cogo's and being more prepared. Basically before I purchase something I need to ask myself "Do I really need that?" if the answer is no, I won't buy it. Sounds simple enough doesn't it? But Less is More, doesn't just apply to new purchases. I will be purging my current life as well. Clothes I don't wear-gone, movies/books/cds I don't watch/read/listen to-gone, email that has been in my inbox since 2000-gone. I have so much extra clutter physical and cyber that I need to let go of. Less is More!<br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br />4) Clean more</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Cleaning more kinda flows directly from the above. I need to work on keeping my apt. livable. Right now (and most of the time) I would be mortified if a visitor just stopped in. So the cleaning goal means if anyone drops by, my apt. will be presentable and I won't want to hang my head in shame.<br /><br />So that is a bit about me. Most of my posts won't be this long, but when you start something, it takes some explaing. I hope you will share this journey with me.<br /></span>TTGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04538623460945138352noreply@blogger.com5