My old school polaroid creation

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The picture. Let me explain the picture. My husband (god bless his camera-illiterate heart) took this picture. And 89098 others. This was the ONLY ONE that I would even consider putting on my blog, because the rest made me look…well….1980′s style grody. My mother would disagree, saying every picture of me makes me look like supermodel that deserves a contract at Ford pronto. But that’s what mom’s are supposed to say. But I digress….

So once I got the picture in PicNik, I realized it was actually really crappy. So I did what I could to fix it. But come on people, PicNik isn’t a miracle worker. So instead of spending the entire evening doing a photo shoot that would inevitably end up with me in tears, my husband rocking back and forth in a corner, and broken camera everywhere, I picked this one and made it look like an old school Polaroid picture. I’m doing this so I can link up with Mommy’s Still Fabulous’ BloggyBootCamp list. Go over to her blog and check it out if you’re going to the Baltimore session.

So here goes. I’m a SAHM to a 3 y.o., and I call him Little Dude. I could call him Elton John, with his gay diva attitude as of late, but I will resist the urge (oh wait, I just did call him that). DON’T GET ME WRONG!! I love me a gay man. I want a gay best friend desperately, if only for the brutally honest wardrobe advice and awesome gossip ability. Anywho, Little Dude and I stay home while my husband, who I call Papa, goes to his office and works. A lot. A little over a year ago, hubby took over his father’s law office, where he was an attorney (not a partner though). So he’s got his own law office now, and that means a lot of great things, and a lot of crappy things. Like, we are much more comfortable financially, but Papa’s gone a lot more. Every night after Little Dude goes to sleep, he goes back to the office to work. It’s excellent that he’s thriving in a time of economic turmoil, and I know how blessed we are. But I can’t help but be a bit selfish. I’m in love with my husband, he’s my best friend, and I want him all the time. I want to be with him 24-7, so it’s hard to be alone at night. Especially when, being the idiot that I am, I watch DVR’ed episodes of “I Survived” like an obsessive jerk. Overall, the office has brought us much more joy than sorrow. I’m thankful.

We have 2 dogs, Calvin and McGee. Calvin was the unfortunate soul that showed up here a month before I found out I was pregnant. He went from sleeping in bed with us, to being kicked in the face by my hormonal ass after he tripped me when I was 8 months pregnant. Sad but true. McGee is what I commonly refer to as “the clearance dog”. Note to readers: never EVER buy a dog that’s on clearance. He’s a CLEARANCE DOG….think of all the things that implies? Seriously though, Cesar’s got nothin’ on Gee. We love him, but he’s just not all there. But Little Dude loves both of those dogs like they’re his own siblings. And they are a part of our whack-a-doo family. Oh yeah, I forgot about the guinea pigs. So why do you have 5 guinea pigs, you ask? Well, Papa came home one day with one, and after falling in love with the little guy, wanted to breed them. This is a common theme in our house. My husband brought home tons of animals, breeding some of them, and his parents allowed the kids to do that. They are an animal loving family. And we are too, it’s just that they had like 3700 square feet, we’ve got 1100. So as you can imagine, it’s like a freakin shoebox zoo over here. In his quest to breed the pigs, he realized that he couldn’t distinguish male from female. So he just kept buying until the others starting zeroing in on one and humping it. “So that one must be a female.” Ya think?
I don’t mind the animals at all, it’s just when their cages start looking like we could get arrested for animal neglect that I tend to fly off the handle. Oh, I’m supposed to clean the cages? Crap….
So moving on. We’re a really affectionate family. We hug and kiss a lot. I am quite sure it’s the Italian and Irish in me. And Papa, he’s just a kind soul. He’s the most amazing man I have ever met. He’s everything a girl’s childhood dreams are made of: amazing father, loving husband, knight in shining armor. Papa is my hero. And the crux of our family. Our marriage is my safety, my sanctuary. I love him more than I could ever express adequately on this blog. It’s more than love, it’s….everything.
I love music. I am a music freak. We go to Dave Matthews every year. If you haven’t seen him live, even if you don’t like him, you are missing out on something spectacular. I love all kinds of music, but my favorite artists are: Ben Harper, Dave, Ben Folds, A Fine Frenzy, Jack Johnson, Kings of Leon, The Postal Service. There’s a bunch more, but I’m not about to bore you with that. I love running, unless there’s something better to do. I’m a huge fan of television. I know, I know, I’m supposed to say that we never watch it and it’s poison for the brain, blah blah blah. But we are a TV watching bunch. Papa and I watch DVR’ed “NCIS” pretty much every night. He got me hooked. I mean, really, who doesn’t love Gibbs??? I love fashion, too. I didn’t really come into my own as a fashionista until after Little Dude was born. Fashion makes me feel like I’m still a woman, still sexy, still feminine. If I wasn’t a mother, I’d be in NYC pursuing my dream of being a writer for Harper’s Bazaar, or Lucky, or WWD. I’m really good at styling, so if anyone ever wants fashion advice, I promise I’ll do you right. I love writing just as much, as it truly is my first passion. I’ve never been very good at anything (Besides cheerleading. Shut your face. I was a competitive cheerleader. I was an NCA all-star. I took it very freakin seriously. Laugh now, friends. Wait till your daughter wants to do it….insert evil laugh here). So when people started commenting on my writing, and I started receiving accolades in college, I realized I’d finally found my niche in society. But if there were a Mom’s Cheer Club, I’d be the first to join; and the most competitive.
I love being a mom. We’re trying for #2 as I type this. Well, not AS I type this, cause that would be really weird and gross. I’m waiting right now to hear back from the doctor’s office regarding my blood test. I want to have more kids, as many as I’m blessed with. We waited a while before trying for #2, as Little Dude will be 4 in May. Honestly, I didn’t plan on waiting this long. He just grew up so damn fast. And we were really loving being just the 3 of us. We’re one motley crew, me with my crazy outfits in a little snowbird town, my son with his hippie-long hair, and my extremely tall and soap-opera handsome Papa (I’m quoting a friend of my mom’s with the “soap-opera” thing. See, it’s not just me. Papa’s a hot commodity). But we liked our crew so much, we kinda just went along, enjoying our adventures together, and there have been so many. And Little Dude DOES NOT want any other siblings. He voices this every single time the word pregnancy is mentioned in our tiny, miniature home. It’s like the dude’s got bionic hearing or something. We’ll be in the other room, talking about the “P” word, and he’ll come racing in like a bat out of hell, screaming, “No babies in this house!!! I don’t want any babies!!!” So I guess we’re quite clear on where he stands.
I love reading, too. Our house looks like a bookstore that’s poorly organized and managed. Books are everywhere: on the lone bookshelf that we own, on the counters, on the desk, in piles. I hope to instill that love of reading to my son.
But he’s a bit more interested in Superhero garb at the moment. Little Dude’s a boy’s boy. Running, jumping, hitting, splashing. He’s so smart, and I know everyone says that. So you’ll just have to trust me on this one. He’s beautiful, too. He gets mistaken for a girl all the time. My Little Dude is my heart, and my every joy in existence. He makes me realize what this life is supposed to be: happiness, love, joy. He’s inside me forever, even though he busted out of the womb almost 4 years ago now.
And I’m a Christian Catholic. I love me some Jesus….and Mary!
So I guess that’s it. That was a ton! I think I rambled a bit there. Sorry, I was just on a roll! I hope you now know a little bit more about me. I have an “About Me” page, but I wrote it when I first started the blog and it might have been fueled by complete and utter terror at the thought of starting my own blog. I think it’s still fairly accurate, but who the hell knows. I haven’t check it in a while, it could be totally off. This picture might be the only one I ever put up of myself. So take a good look, people. Hope you can recognize me at BloggyBootCamp. Cause you’re gettin nothing else for a while. Maybe not until I have a cute belly to show off.