So What If I am a Twi-Geek

Of course I was totally at the midnight premier of Breaking Dawn and I had such a blast.

To begin with, we met at my (frickin awesome) Mother-In-Law's friend's house for a little pre-Breaking Dawn party including Twi-Hard goodie bags and nummy foods. Red velvet cake with Breaking Dawn icing? Oh yes, please! Can I get a side of Jacob over here?

Then we headed over to the theatre, all 16 of us, to snag our place in line. We all took turns waiting in line while the others watched Eclipse in the food court.

While we waited in line, there was this great group of girls and one was selling Scentsy products. We nosed in and started playing with all her samplers (*note to self: Whiteout is a super amazing scent and you totally want it*). It was super dorky but it was a lot of fun bonding with other girls geeking over Twilight.

We waited for about 2 hours in the movie line but then they let us in and we nabbed our seats. This stupid party had two premium rows reserved and we've all decided that next year that will be ours! Oh yeah, we're like that! We still had great seats (because we were like tenth in line) and we occupied the rest of our waiting time with playing iPhone games (but not on my sister's new hussie phone that hits on married men, she didn't get that yet). It was really smart of us to keep our brains active with word games so that we didn't pass out from sheer exhaustion. My (coolest ever) sister-in-law and I were texting each other and it got pretty heated but I think I helped her see the dark side:

B (<--- My sister-in-law): TEAM EDWARD!!!!!
Me: You misspelled Jacob
B: Wait I just heard that Jacob is gay
Me: Makes him more fun and open to new things... and he can go shopping with me
B: True but Edward even dresses better
Me: Cause Edward is a girl... Hello glitter
B: That' cause he's so smoking hot he sparkles
Me: Edward's smoking cause he's flaming
B: No he's just hot... Jacob is a girl

Me: A very sexy girlB: (dead silence of her acceptance of defeat)

So after converting people to Team Jacob, playing games, gossiping about women who look bitchy and make us want to punch them, gossiping in general, some slight reading and other mind blowing activities that we stayed occupied with for 5 hours... The movie started.

No wait.

I'm sorry. After 5 hours of waiting, the previews started... After 5 more hours of previews (some of which looked really awesome!! Can we say HUNGER GAMES!?!) then the movie started...

It was the best of the Twilight saga so far!! It was pretty decent. They toned down the make-up but Bella still twitches like she's jonesing for her next hit. The wolf pack scene (I know you know which one) was lame and totally hysterical. I kept thinking of Beverly Hills Chihuahua or something. Overall, though, it was good. I wouldn't have done all this alone to see it but it was a lot of fun going with the girls and just being total geeks.

Except for the people behind us... I so did not wait 1 year, 5 hours and 15 mins to listen to your greasy nasty butt dig into a bag of chips for two hours!!! It was so much worse because her chip bag was in a paper bag in a grocery bag!!! Could you make more noise? Oh, you can? By drinking a water bottle and sucking on it so hard that it cracks? Oh and then your singing with the songs and annoying horse laugh? Oh great, just great! Normally, I can be rather patient with movie a-holes that think it's okay to bring in outside food and smack on it during the movie... but this was too much. Didn't you just wait 5 hours to see this movie, just like the rest of us? You were right behind us in line, so you've been here just as long as we have. You couldn't have eaten your noisy food before the movie started??? That's why you're fat, is because you eat greasy chips and drink soda at 1am.

Okay, so that was mean. I'm sorry but they were being mean first.

I'm surprised that my (awesome) Mother-In-Law didn't jump the seats and tackle her after the first 5 minutes of this chick eating. She can be a real movie Nazi but she just kept turning to them and asking them to put the chip bag down.

And they did, for a while but apparently the call of the chip bag was too much for this girl because ten minutes later she was trying to open it up again and grubbing on it.

After the movie we're telling the other 16 people in our group about these noisy chip people and of course, who should walk by? Noisy chip people themselves. They knew we were talking about them. Then as we were waiting at the light to drive away into Twilight oblivion, they pulled up next to us!! I was gesturing so wildly that I think I scared her. She locked her car doors and refused to look in our direction. Oops. Maybe they'll think twice before rudely chowing down on chips in a packed theatre!

All in all it was a long night spent with amazing people to go see a fun movie... Love you all!!!

My Sister's New Phone

My sister just got the new iPhone 4s that talks to you and types stuff that you say. We were playing with that phone all day on Friday. Then my husband came home and just confused the crud out of the poor phone... It went something like this (actually, it totally went like this but it sounded better saying it the other way):

"Text Bree home okay can you hear me"
(He was telling the phone to start the convo but then it wasn't immediately typing what he was saying so he got impatient)

"You started the beginning of me"
(This could almost be considered romantic if taken out of context)

"This phone and I don't shit"
(The phone has officially lost its mind and is now typing random things)

"I am sending all I am your fathers"
(My love has officially lost his mind and is now rambling random things)

"This is awesome shit"
(We just read back all the texts that her phone sent me... Laughed til we peed, we did)

Then we were testing other talkie features on her phone... So my love asked "Do I look fat in these jeans?" and the phone answered "Hm. I'm not sure. I will have to look it up and answer you later"
*We're going to program the phone so that every time it's asked a question it doesn't know the answer to, it will offer to call me... Awesome!
Then my love asked "Would you like to go out on a date with me?" and the phone answered by listing 13 restaurants they could go to, the little hussie. Most of those restaurants were Italian places and expensive. Excuse me, hussie phone, but my husband already has someone special to take out and it's not you, no matter how much you can recite about Star Wars.

When her phone started hitting on my husband is when it was longer fun. It does make me feel better knowing that my love is so darn sexy that even inanimate objects hit on him... And he's mine.

Is It Four or Plus More?

Have you ever had a thought that keeps circling in your brain and you know it to be true? It may be instinct or it may just be a thought that won't go away but you can feel it your bones and in your heart?
It's like you suddenly had the thought that your spouse is cheating on you and you look into it to find out it's true.

That's how I've been feeling lately.
(No, my love did not cheat on me, pssshh, lame)

Lately, I have had this strong sense that our family is not done growing. That Chunko is not the last baby to be a part of our family. Which is a huge contradiction to the comforting feeling that I am not having anymore babies. I know, to my bones and back that I will not get pregnant again and that I will not have to give birth again... But as strong as that is, I also know that there's another child in our future. Whether that's through adoption or fostering or random child is absorbed into our pack, there's another one waiting for us.

This feeling started with the dreams. I started dreaming that while at work and in the restroom, a baby started crying. When I step out to wash my hands, there is a baby left alone in her carrier. I take her out of the bathroom and I ask around but no one knows where her parents are and she becomes mine.

(*I am not delusional and I know that you don't just take random babies home and keep them. There's a process but I was dreaming, k?*)

In my dream, we adopt her and she is the best baby ever, even rivaling my sweet tempered (until he was 2) Fart Bone. She sleeps through the night. Eats whatever we offer her (but not in Chunko sized portions). She is little and petite with beautiful auburn hair and green/ hazel eyes. We call her Bella Eve, just as we would have if Chunko had been a girl.

I got to spend several years with her in my dream and our family was complete.

Then I woke up.
I was in such a state of devastation as if I had really lost this child I never had. I was heartbroken for days after.
And ever since then I have known there will be another.

(*Okay, so now I feel a little delusional*)

I think that the dream was opening me up to the idea of having another child. Before it, I was good and happy with the babies we have and so very done, finis, and stuff.

My love thinks I am crazy (as I'm sure you all do now, too). Actually, he thinks that since there are so many people around us pregnant and gearing up for new babies that I've caught the fever. He thinks I've caught the "I want a new baby to hold and squish and cuddle and love so I can pinch their fat perfect chubby cheeks" fever, when, in reality, I've caught the "I want you to bring over your cute widdle babykins so I can snuggle them and give them back when they start fussing" fever.

Who knows what the future will bring us?
I guess we'll just have to wait and see what is brought to our doorstep next...

My Baby, The Evil Genius

Help! The Baby is stuck in the computer!!!

Chunko is now an official 18 month old. He's one and a half years old.
Time is flying like a bullet and we're doing all we can to soak up all the baby-ness we can.
I haven't done a "Look at all the crazy things Chunko can do" post in a bit and I can't possibly remember all the amazing tricks he pulls but here's a little of the things I recall:

Chunko eats as much food as I do. There have been times where we have the same portions of food and while I am full, he's asking for more. He burns it off a lot faster than I do, though. He's almost 37 inches and 35 pounds. Not a huge growth spurt but any growth is big for us. He's starting to wear 4T clothes and 3T diapers. The same size as our 3 year old nephew!!

Chunko thinks he's a world-famous artist who can draw and write with any writing utensil he finds. He prefers to jab crayons into a table than write with them but he loves finding pens and doodling on our papers before we can catch him. When he's not drawing his latest creation, he's texting his peeps or emailing his buddies. We have to watch very closely when he's around our computers TVs or Phones because he keeps changing the settings and we can't change them back.

We're back to struggling through our nighttime sleeping routine. Chunko's waking several times a night and outright fighting us to keep from going back to sleep. At first we would lay him back in bed and shut the door. He outsmarted us by climbing onto brother's steps and jumping off. We would rush in thinking he was hurt but that was all part of his evil plan. So we had to ignore him. Then he realized we were ignoring him. So he started charging his bedroom door and ramming his head at full speed. He has a nice little bruise and a slightly dented door. We're hoping we're back on track as he only woke once for a brief moment last night but this kid is super stubborn and is keeping us on our toes. We just bought him a really nice racecar bed in hopes that he'll stay in it. He wears himself out by climbing in and out of it so if nothing else, we have that going for us. I really like his new bed and I can't believe I found a  racecar bed that fits a twin mattress. I didn't even know they sell those anymore! Steal!

Chunko loves wrestling and keeps tackling everybody when we least expect it. He's so tall he has now learned how to turn the lights on/off which is great when I'm trying to go potty and suddenly it's pitch black and I can't reach the light and the baby refuses to turn it back on... I miss the days he used to steal the toilet paper.

He loves watching Spongebob and any food shows. He will actually sit quietly with Liz and watch Cupcake Wars. I don't know how she gets him to do that and she is not sharing her secrets with us. His current favorite songs are "Imma Be" and "Not Myself tonight" by C. Aguilera. He plays Bop it and races RC cars but he loves to occupy his day with plugging our electronics in. He will unplug our floor fan, go to another outlet and plug it back in. He constantly unplugs our bedroom TV and we've already traded in 2 cable boxes that he reset somehow.

He wants to absorb all he can. He watches us intently as we do things like turn door knobs or put on shoes. After watching us once or twice, he'll practice it and then *bam* - he can open the door.

We're always worn out from chasing him around. We can't get him to stop, not even for bedtime. He always pointing, asking, exploring, looking for more (of what I don't know). He's very busy.

I know this is rather sporadic... Chasing Chunko in the middle of this.

 

On A Stump Like A Lump

I've had to take a few days to cool off... Every time I started to write this I would slam my fingers into the keyboard and letters would fly off making me even more mad (I'm still looking for the letter "N" fyi).

Last week I got called into my supervisor's office to be explained to that "Several People" within the company have complained that I have not only been rude to them but that I have been answering with one word answers. I normally would have let this roll of my shoulders and moved on, thankful for not being written up for being a bitch, but this time, this, made me see red.

Let me explain to you the past two months... I am currently training 2 (Two!) people in a very detailed oriented job. They are both on different levels and so I get confused as to what each one knows. On top of that, I still have to do my job duties. Things are busy here so I can't always set aside the time that any of us would like to show them the process for certain things. I try to set aside tasks for them to do and learn from but then they don't get done and I get stuck staying half an hour after work to complete it.

And I don't complain.

I don't get kudos, I don't get nominated for "Employee of the whatever". And I don't mind that.
I love my job and I live my job. I rarely get acknowledged for taking care of things before it's thought to take care of them or for doing my job to the point that my fellow co-workers don't have to worry once they know I have the file.

And I don't complain.

I am constantly told "Ask Bri, she knows everything" and "Bri will do it, if you ask nicely" and I do it, happily. No, really. I love my job so therefore I love all the little stresses that come with it.

Anyways on to last week.
So they tell me that there's several people that have said I answer in one word answers. When did that become wrong? When did a simple "Yes" become a bad impression? These are fellow employees that are also busy during their day (I assume) and have asked a quick question to which I matched a quick answer. Is it really necessary that if you ask me I have to answer with "Yes, the car is red" and not a simple "Yes?"

And, of course, my managers cannot give me a specific example of when this happened so I am not aware as to how to amend my answers. This leaves me guessing who it is and second guessing every answer I give, every word I say. I worry if I said that rudely or was I too short. I am unsure of myself and self-conscious.

I don't want to come to work anymore. I am tired of training people (even though they are awesome women x10!!!) and showing people how to do things. I am becoming impatient. And now I am bitter.

I keep repeating to myself that I have an amazing job that pays me well and that I actually love doing but I can't seem to get over this hurdle.

I am so mad at these people, these "Tattle Tales," who think that's okay to complain because someone answered with one word.  These people who don't speak with me or my manager regarding it... No, they go the national HR department. So, I hurt your feelings because I was too short with you? You couldn't take a moment to think that we may be busy and overwhelmed and I have 4 lines ringing, 3 people at my desk asking me questions and you on the phone? Well, eff off because you've paid me back. I hope someday someone is kind enough to return the favor. I don't tattle on people for having a bad day and I would think that someone would be kind enough to do the same.



Ps, I apologize if this offends you. I apologize if you were one of the people that was offended by my shortness.

Trying Not to Wreckity Wreck Myself

^ Does he look 9 to you????????

Nine, as in he's been on this planet for 9 whole years. I gave birth to him 3,285 days ago!!!!

I cannot believe that my beautiful baby boy is almost in double digits. He's already told me that this is his last year he'll allow me to call him my baby... I laughed and told him that I would never stop calling him my baby.
This boy is my whole being and will always be my baby, no matter what (even if he marries some tramp who chews with her mouth open and says "Hold on"... I swear I will).

To celebrate we went bowling and it was a blast!!!

Fart Bone loved spending time with all his friends and family and he had the highest score for the kids (at 77)!! He loved all his presents and definitely enjoyed his day of spoiling.
I, on the other hand, got dragged down the catwalk by Ham-Da and Fart Bone and then tickled by Chunko... They drag me because they care.




Chunko would carry his 5 (or 6) pound ball up to the lane and then kick it.... Then he would race after the ball to try to catch it before it hit the pins... Which means we raced after him to catch him before he broke something... And it all ended with adults slipping and flying through the air and Chunko wandering off to eat something or find another ball he could use. I never would have thought my 17 month old would enjoy bowling as much he did!


* I'm moving on because I'm still in denial about my baby being 9 *

We participated in a Trunk-Or-Treat at my job and the kids got a brief taste in the Halloween joys to come. Chunko liked the idea of people giving him candy and promptly planted himself on the ground, in the middle of the parking lot to beg for lollipops. We had been given a small bag of popcorn and we tried to ply him with that but he was having no part in it. He dumped the bag out next to him and said "Uh Oh" and then reached for his candy bag. He had a look that basically told us, "Oops, the popcorn is all gone so now you must give me more candy."
If he wasn't so darn cute...

So then the big Candy Day came and we gathered all our little cuties together. We all met at my sister's house for a huge barbecue and some of the dads stayed to roast meat on the fire, the mommies (and my hubs) took the babies out. We tried for a "Very Wicked Wizard of Oz" theme but the kids all had better ideas. Dorothy wanted to wear purple but when the day actually came she was mad because she didn't look like Dorothy.... Um, you can't dress differently but still be the same! Then the scarecrow wanted to be a zombie, so we made him a zombie scarecrow. Don't get me started on how scarecrows are never really alive so how can they be undead, k? But the scarecrow also wanted to be Scooby-Doo and a ninja so he had three costume changes through out the week. The tinman wanted to be a "Death eating Lizard Tinman of Death and Doom" (can you guess who the Tinman was?) and I had no idea how to even begin with that so we got him a scary mask, sprayed his hair silver and he became a Murderous Tinman. That was the best he was going to get. The cute Cuddly... Oops, Cowardly Lion didn't want to wear his hood but he was still adorable with his little tail waggin so we allowed it. And Toto was a rat dog dressed as a cow because somebody didn't agree to spray painting him gray like the real Toto... pssshhh.

Our gaggle of kids (that's we call it now. You know, like a school of fish, a pack of wolves and a gaggle of kids) were rounded out by the Wicked Witch of the East, Wicked witch of the West (that was me, save your witch comments for later, I've heard them all already), a Yo Gaba Gaba guy (the yellow one? I don't which cause that show scares me) and the cutest tiniest lady bug ever.

So we gather our gaggle of kids and we head out. Chunko was a little wary at first but soon he realized that if you knocked on the door, people gave you candy. Then he was pushing people out of his way and knocking on doors begging for his next sweet treat. He felt the need to inspect each piece he received, so he held out his hand and waited patiently. If the person ignored his little waiting hand then he would pull the candy out of his bag, check it and then drop it back in.
One house we went to had a dog and Chunko tried desperately to negotiate that dog into his treat bag. I don't think the owners will be calling for a coffee date anytime soon. Let me just say that it ended with Chunko screaming threats and the neighbors trying to close the door.

I feel so blessed that I live within ten minutes of my two closest friends, my sisters. I couldn't feel anymore lucky than I do to have them...

Okay, soppy moment over...
Oh wait, No it's not...

To finish off this fantastic week of candy overloads, Saw marathons, and spending time with my uber amazing family we got to shoot the wedding of a very dear friend. She has been like a second mom to me and has helped through some very dark times. She helped me find my inner peace so that I could open myself to feel love when it came to me and she healed me when I suffered so badly from my molar pregnancy. We don't see each other anywhere near as often as I would like but we are always there for each other. There is no one else I would enjoy scrubbing toilets and emptying trash with as much as I did with her...

*J, I love you and I am so happy you found the man you did. He makes you glow with your happiness. You were a stunningly beautiful bride and I am so glad I got to be there to share in your joy!

I'm waiting on the pics to be developed (I HATE this part) but their ceremony was at RedRock so I already know that they're going to be stellar!

I think that is enough for now.
I'm going to go rest now...


Oh look, Chunko's already ahead of me: