My little carnivorous beast.
Last night, Bill cooked a mighty fine dinner of baked ziti with sausage. Let's just say, I'm excited that there are tons of leftovers.
Hindsight would indicate: Spawn Nugget agrees.
My right foot is due in November. It's a girl.
I may not be pregnant, but my right foot has taken on the arduous 9-month journey to motherhood. My whole life, my body has reacted rather oddly to insect bites. I don't even know who the bastard's father is. I've scoured our house high and low with no evidence of insect life.
Oh, not so little right foot of mine. We'll have a shower for you with games and gifts and finger foods and we'll make sure that the house looks like Pepto Bismol threw up all over the place.
Surprisingly enough, I haven't cried...yet.
I dozed off on the couch last night trying to muster up the energy and creativity it takes to build a website. I was painfully unsuccessful. I've chosen to recruit a Mac owner for assistance. I just have to. I don't know how much of a pain in the ass it's going to be not owning one of my own and stumbling upon some startling revelation for the site with no means of doing it. Right then. Right there. For now, I'll manage.
You know that feeling when you're half awake and still half in la-la land? Where you are dream drooling over the delicious Cookie Crisp cereal swimming in a pool of ice cold milk on your spoon, destined for your mouth? It's all rainbows and butterflies and unicorns until you get your blissful butt off the couch only to find the empty box of Cookie Crisp cereal staring at you on the counter top in the kitchen. Burning a pain filled hole in your soul with its cruel mockery. As if it is sitting there saying, "Bet you wish you'd woken up when your alarm went off at 7, woman."
I was then reduced to eat normal size, baked in my own oven oatmeal chocolate chip cookies and a diet coke instead of the postage stamp sized cuties I was longing for. Woe. Woe is me.
I still haven't cried today though. So far, today is going to go down in history as successful. Granted, it's only 11:41am.
I have hip hop tonight with Calli that will hopefully lift my spirits back up to the highest of highs. It's nice to take a trip down to Mesa twice a week. All alone. I get that 30 minutes to reflect on everything I want so badly to do with our lives.
Speaking of life-changing meditation sessions on the US-60, I'm on a hunt to find out if there's a treatable condition related to depression before conceiving, planning on conceiving, or having "the talk" about conceiving with your significant other. I have been baby hungry to the point where I'm angry, sad, anxious, edgy, oddly blissful, and scared. 24/7. It's even so bad that I get hot flashes every now and then and unbearably nauseous. (**Disclaimer: I am NOT pregnant so refrain from offering pregnancy as a possible solution for my feelings in your comments.**)
My madness inducing desire for Nugget #2 is not as uncommon as I thought it may be. The severity is perhaps a little overboard, but the mental desire is common in women after their first born reaches a certain age. The age differs from mother to mother, mine desire happens to be just under the 18-month mark. We'll see what happens.
Still, I haven't cried...yet.
xo,
Jess
Sike!
I've been doing my best to develop the website but was EXTREMELY unsatisfied with the original layout and functionality.
This is the one time in my life that I wish I had the Pages program for Mac.
Microsoft Publisher (although 2007) just doesn't cut it. Even though the clipart is divine. My divine standards based on graphics developed in 1990. So pixel-y.
Let the confusion cease (Lindsey & Lexi) on what the hell I'm making a website for in the first place.
I'm going to keep this blog as a daily update tool, but will be developing a site for...God knows what.
I've opted to un-dust my sewing machine and my crafting skills and in doing so have thus far updated artwork in Dylan's bedroom, painted our poop brown dining room table a crisp "Clean Linen" shade of white, and completed one of four seat cushions for our bright red chairs.
xo,
Jess
The Website
I've been plugging away at the website from Blogger conversion.
You can check out all the progress by stallking daily:
www.shuggilippo.com
Sweet.
xo,
Jess
Press Release
Coming down from my final post-menstrual hormone surge, I feel comfortable posting a follow-up to my previous rant.
Every woman, I'm sure, can relate to the flurry of irrational emotions that come with your monthly visitor.
My philosophy is to "choose without regret". A philosophy that has stuck with me since my senior year in high school when my phenomenal English teacher, Mrs. Craig Smith, urged us to live our lives in such a manner from that point forward. Therefore, my posts, no matter how erratic they become, will never be deleted, only addressed.
The post whose tone appears to be that of neglect and Husfriend bashing really is nothing more than one part truth and 47 parts exaggeration. Like I said, post-menstrual hormone surge. That final leg of my monthly journey really takes a mental and emotional toll. I take to writing in order to release the beast.
I'm now free from the confines of dastardly womanhood and looking forward to making the next three weeks awesome beyond belief.
xo,
Jess
P.S. The website transition has still been completely neglected. Completely.
Indpendence Day
The meaning behind tomorrow's holiday is that of pride in our country's ability to achieve independence.
For the American work force, it makes today a national holiday.
For the hard working force of Mommyhood, it makes today the same poppy diapers, continuous messes, meal preparation, and endless playing. No matter how much you set off a fireworks display to signal your dire need for a day off.
Snuggling with the Spawn Nugget makes up for still being stuck at home a bit, but feeling shafted from the Husfriend for a day with the pals instead of a day with the fam cuts a bit deep. We were invited to come along, but a day spent drinking with a gaggle of singles isn't really age appropriate or family oriented.
Spawn Nugget and I sit comfortably neglected on the couch watching Meet the Robinsons.
We never fail to make it a good day.
xo,
Jess
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