Monday, December 29, 2008

About a Girl

So, I sit in awe of Hayden most days now. 10 months really, really changes a baby. This month is the month that I have seen the most growth in her. Not just physically but mentally and emotionally and developmentally. This leads me to believe that I could birth a 10 month old and not feel quite like I was fighting a losing, uphill battle everyday for the first 6 months of the baby's life. Now, that isn't to say I wouldn't feel like I was fighting a losing battle with my nether regions (having birthed a 19 pound, 29 inch human) but I could so handle the aftermath as far as the baby is concerned. Final answer: next time a 10 month old it is!

Short List to follow:

1. She walks.
2. She says mama and dada.
3. She holds her own bottle, handles her sippy cup well and feeds herself.
4. She sleeps through the night in her own crib in her own room.
5. She puts herself to sleep most nights and at naptime.
6. She points and grunts.
7. She plays and entertains herself for a little while each day.

Basically, communicating is easier for her and she is happy about that. Crying is not very common and mama likes that. What mama doesn't like is the little temper tantrums that are starting to rear their fugly little heads here and there when the 10 month old doesn't get her way. Who knew those would happen so fast? I was under the impression we wouldn't be dealing with those for at least another year. Terrible twos?

Also, something else about Hayden, the girl loves to have her ears cleaned. I had noticed this before but the other night I sat her on the bathroom counter after her bath and started slowly cleaning her ears. The child did not budge, she sat there staring straight ahead, her eyes glassed over and in a state of euphoria, focused on what might be the best feeling ever, she's not sure. Her life experiences are limited. Personally, I love the feeling of cleaning my ears, if done correctly it can be quite invigorating. Hayden obviously shares this sentiment, and I don't blame her.

Last but not least, she is cutting more teeth. She has her first year molar in on the left side and is cutting the one on the right. Poor baby. She is handling it better than I thought she would. If I were to compare her reaction to the pain of the little teeth to these bigger teeth I would think she is a pro at cutting a tooth now. She screamed, pulled her hair, scratched her ear until it bled, made me cry, etc. when her little front teeth were cutting through. I thought the molars would be a living hell. Thanks (whoever) for cutting me, and her, some slack. It didn't go unnoticed.

Monday, December 22, 2008

In Lieu of a Few Choice Words

This picture looks like it was taken in the early 80's. Thank you Walnut Square Mall for the superior quality photo and for paying a Santa that um, looks like he left his Christmas spirit laying right beside the logs he dropped off in the bathroom that morning. Poor baby, I'd be pissed too!

Friday, December 19, 2008

Long Story, Short.

I honestly didn't pay much attention to the story when it first happened but that changed a couple of months ago. I was bored at work and had seen a message on a friend's myspace page that Casey had been arrested and was in jail on charges related to the case involving her missing daughter. I decided to educate myself on the case, I read the documents that had been released by the Orange County Sheriff's office and listened to tapes from Casey's interviews with the police, her mother's interviews, etc. I pretty much made my mind up that she was indeed guilty of murdering her daughter or at the very least had everything to do with her dissapearance. I won't go into detail why I believe this other than to say she was caught in too many lies for me to ever believe anything she said to be the truth. So, Casey has been sitting in jail for a couple of months now while people everywhere search for Caylee, her beautiful daughter who would have turned three years old while all of this is going on. Last week a meter reader decides he is going to take a trip into the wooded area less than half a mile from Caylee's grandparents home. Lo and behold this man finds a bag that has a human skull in it. He calls authorities and they do an intensive and extensive search of the area, an area that they were called to in August by this same individual. They find numerous bones, unfortunately. Here we are a week or so later and they have finally concluded that the bones found in the wooded area are indeed Caylee Anthony's.

My heart breaks.

Authorities won't say how Casey reacted when she was told the truth, something she doesn't know the meaning of. Did she honestly think she would get away with murdering her baby? I think she did. Stupidity. Karma.

I can't wait to see how this plays out now. The trial that is to come. The justice that hopefully will follow. I feel for Casey's mother and father. They stood by her and unconditionally loved her. Now what? Now they have to come to terms with the fact that their grand daughter is dead and that their daughter most likely is responsible for her death. Unimaginable.

I would say I am speechless but I obviously am not. Stunned, perhaps is a better word. I knew the bones that were found would turn out to be Caylee's, but to hear it, and for it to be scientifically proven and stated is heartbreaking for any mother, for any parent, for any decent human being.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Little of This, Little of That

Same shit, different day. I have dismantled the Pay Per Play "thingy" that I tried to add to my blog last week. I thought it worked but am not sure to be honest. I have however figured out how to successfully run ads by Google on here, yippee for me! I realize someone actually has to be visiting this page for the ads to even begin to work. People then have to click the ad, which is something else all together. I read plenty of blogs and rarely click the ads on the page. I guess I should be contributing, huh? We'll see how it goes. I think one person besides my mom reads this, well, that one person read one entry and hauled ass. Wait, I do have a friend that read a post a while back and made a comment. So, total to date is three readers, and those three don't always read.

Tonight is our Christmas party for work. We are celebrating at a very nice, delicious restaurant in Dalton. Last time we were there the food was awesome. Hopefully, tonight will be the same. We were instructed to bring a gag gift so that we could participate in the gift exchange. I figured I would bring a gift from me and a gift from Chip. I personally think my gag gift is going to top them all. I spent weeks coming up with this idea: a box of rocks. Now, I am not giving just any old box. I dug deep and splurged for what some might call the most festive box ever. The rocks I simply gathered from around the tree in the dog lot, the tree that eight large, full-of-piss rottweilers flock to first thing in the morning. Thoughtful, huh? Nobody has to know, of course. Chip's gift is slightly more dirty, if that is possible. After breaking into my rat hole money at the Dollar Tree a few weeks ago I came out the proud owner of a pair of reading glasses, black rimmed and all. These, along with a Playboy from the 70's, should bring one recipient out of whatever rut he or she may be in. I'll update later this week as to how the gift exchange goes.

On to baby stuff. Hayden is doing great, marvelous. She is growing incredibly fast, and crawls just the same. She has been pulling up, as I have stated here before. Now she takes 4, 5, maybe even 6 steps and gets so excited she falls over. She is a hair from being able to stand when you set her down. She goes around saying dada all the time and is mocking short sentences that we say to her. The other night we were feeding her and Chip said something like you got it or you get'em, and Hayden said something like ouoti or ouetm. I squealed and slapped my hand over my mouth, Chip looked at me , I looked at him, Hayden looked at me (to see how to react) and I smiled. She laughed. It was fascinating to see how it all went down. She was proud of herself, as were we. A couple of days ago the same thing happened with Hayden and my sister. I can't remember what she said but Hayden repeated the sound, I heard it from upstairs. I didn't want to yell down and disrupt the learning going on so I let the moment go. I love moments like those, especially with Hayden.

Work is slow, very slow. People were laid off yesterday, not permanently, but it still hurts. I heard they were told to return January 5th. Fortunately, I am in one of those positions that can not be filled by anyone else here, meaning I am the only person who knows how to do what I do. Thank God! I am grateful for my job and will keep my mouth shut for a while ensure that I keep it. I can't remember if I posted anything about my, um, shall we say, issues with the way things tend to run around here. I probably was quite vague if I did, and will continue to be (am grateful for job, want to keep it). The economy is in the shitter, any job is better than no job. Suck it up, put a smile on your face!

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Charity Case

Two posts in one day, unheard of.

I am trying to place PPP on my page and need to know if it works. So, if you hear an ad on here when you visit please let me know. Wish me luck, I'm new at this.

Oh, and thank you!

America's Oldest Brewery

Well, then. It appears that I am not the only one pining for some kick ass beer around these parts. You can read my brief contribution on the link below. Needless to say I am all smiles, Georgia + Yuengling = Greatness! I have loved this beer for quite some time. Stoked, I am.

Note: A real friend is one who will share in your glee when you call them to tell them that good beer does exist in GA. Thanks, Carrie, I knew I could count on you!

Monday, December 1, 2008

What a Waste (of Time, Money, Effort)

We never go to the movies. We hardly go anywhere for that matter. When we do go out to eat Chip ends up having a one on one with the toilet within an hour of being back home. I don't know what it is, his guts aren't the steel they once were apparently. We spend most evenings and nights at home with Hayden. The weekends are spent apart during the day and together at night for the most part, Hayden being with me. Chip hunts hard this time of year, occasionally being rewarded. I shop hard this time of year, usually, not so much this year, economy=fail. So, last Wednesday, boss-man was telling me that he and his family were going to Rave in Chattanooga to see Twilight on Thursday night, how nice the theater was, stadium seating, you know, the works. So, I thought Chip and I would go over the Thanksgiving holiday, we could leave Hayden with my mom and dad.

A couple of weeks ago boss-man's wife, who also works with me, was telling me that they had seen Fireproof and how it was a "pretty good" movie. This past Wednesday he and I were talking and he agreed, Fireproof was a good movie. So, I took it upon myself to check out the movies playing at the theater Friday night. Fireproof, Eagle Eye, Four Christmases, and a slew of other movies were making their deput. I consulted Chip, involved him in the decision as to which movie we would venture out to see this year, in an actual movie theater. He and I both wanted to see Four Christmases, we thought Eagle Eye sounded good, and knew that Fireproof was "pretty good." We made the final decision to see Fireproof, thinking we have heard good reviews and sure Backdraft was pretty good, why not, we love some action.

After we ate at Outback, which cost a whooping $6.71 (thank you Enviro Turf for the gift card), we headed up to Chattanooga for a "pretty good" movie, some stadium seating and a good time. What we got was something totally unexpected, and not in a good way. Here, indulge, read some reviews from other folks, it isn't just me!

~ Fireproof may be full of practical wisdom, but this church-backed drama about a firefighter (Kirk Cameron) whose marriage is about to collapse never quite works as a piece of cinematic fiction. Sure, there are action sequences, but they’re baldly peripheral to the many, many scenes of Cameron’s character being lectured by his father or coworker on how to build and maintain a Christian marriage. As a companion piece to a Bible study group this may have some merit, but it doesn’t belong in a theater.

~ This is an embarrassing, unintentionally funny Christian drama. Hey, I don’t care if you make a movie about Faith, but it has to be good. Every aspect about this is just awful!

~ When Caleb’s father tells him about his faith and saving his marriage, it sounded like it was an advertisement for some self-help video. I kept waiting for captions to appear on the screen telling me how to order. The biggest laugh for me was when Caleb faces his porn addiction. He is looking at some stuff on the internet when a pop-up for an adult site appears. It says “click on me”. He looks hard at the screen, just as a suspenseful music cue begins. He stands up in a dramatic fashion as he looks back at the computer screen (Cameron’s acting here is hysterical). Then he takes the computer out in the backyard and bashes it with a baseball bat while the music turns triumphant. (No, I'm not making this up) This has got to be one of the funniest moments I have ever seen in a movie. I was trying so hard not to laugh that it made my chest hurt.

I HAD to include the last one, mainly because it comforts me, lets me know that Chip and I are not alone, well mostly Chip. He laughed out loud a couple of times, couldn't help himself, much to my embarrassment. Apparently, this critic thought it was funny as well. Take a gander at what else he had to say.

~ I don’t mind a film with a good hearted message, but I felt insulted by the finished product here. On the other hand, this could be enjoyed if you go with a group of friends and get drunk. I know if I went to see this with my brother, we would get kicked out of the theater for laughing so hard. It’s one of the funniest films I’ve seen all year and that was obviously not the intention. This film is made for elderly folk who watch Oprah and Dr. Phil and only see 2 movies a year. Embarrassing.

OK, OK. So, yeah, we fall into the 2 movies a year thing, I cleared that up right from the start. BUT, I am not elderly and I do not watch Oprah (would like to but must work, have mouths to feed) or Dr. Phil (NEVER). We were so pissed off about the outcome of our movie-going experience. I am still trying my damnedest to figure out why this is on at a theater, it should accompany a bible class or be included in the line up for a public service station on television. I guess what really put us over the edge is the $18.50 we spent to see this lame concoction of a film. You can bet your sweet ass I will not be heading to the theater anytime soon, I'm scarred. Besides, with the help of a relative, Chip has figured out how to download new movies that we can watch from the comfort of our own living room. Take that Fireproof! Now if I can just find the husband and wife team that bought into this bland, should-be-afternoon-special on Lifetime, I am going to demand compensation for my stupidity of not researching the movie myself and for taking their word, and that they never recommend another movie to me, EVER!!

Hell, I thought it was an action/drama movie (see trailer above), the trailer is much more interesting than the movie, take my word for it.