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Friday, July 30, 2010

La vomitita

In the past three weeks I have gone on two separate vacations. This Thursday I am heading out again. My body is exhausted. I can tell that it hates what I'm feeding it. I threw up while in Georgia at my sister's and I puked on our not-quite-camping trip this past week. What the fuck is wrong with my body?

I am pretty sure that I was dehydrated. Sure, I drank water but not as much as I should have. I was surrounded by sodas! And beer! Two things that we don't keep in our house. I also had to endure the sights and smells of meat being cooked and eaten all around me. My sister didn't consume her usual amount of meat while I was there (I cooked most of our meals when I visited) but our camping trip was another story.

My brother-in-law's wife is a good cook. She claims to enjoy it. What she enjoys doing is filling the cabin with the scent of cooking flesh. Brats boiling on the stove. Brisket slow-cooking in the crock pot. Maybe my stomach couldn't handle me even smelling meat. Hey, it's possible.

ANYWAY. I also ate a lot of junk food (ie- chips, cookies) that I don't normally eat. My body cried "Uncle!" in the only way it can - by making me vomit.

I get it, body, you're upset.

I am detoxing this week. At least, until I go to New York on Thursday morning. I'm not doing it in a last-ditch effort  to lose a few pounds. Fuck that. I'm doing it because I feel like shit and I want the toxins out of my body.

So instead of puking? I'll be pooping. A lot.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

A vacation from what?

I am on vacation this week and promised my husband that I would unplug at least one day this week. Today was that day and I did really well until we started playing this word puzzle game called Up Words and OF COURSE we needed a dictionary. My sister-in-law searched using her Blackberry, I was on my iPod Touch using my Dictionary.com app and Jacob was on my laptop searching Webster dictionary's site. And my mother-in-law was using the REAL dictionary. Like, words printed on paper and bound! In a book!

How.... antiquated.

We are having a killer time and I will share photos and stories (like the one about me standing up on a raft being pulled by a boat going twenty miles per hour. I'm a bad ass) when we return home.

Have a great rest of the week!

Saturday, July 24, 2010

Pre-BlogHer '10 Dinner!

Are you going to BlogHer and have no idea what to do for dinner the Thursday before the conference?

My roommate Fadra noticed my dispair at not having dinner plans and she proposed that we organize a casual but totally rad dinner party. I agreed, of course. Fadra is so wise and amazing and I get to see her in her skivvies.

ANYWAY. Here's the plan:

Thursday evening at 5pm we will be meeting in the lobby of the Hilton midtown (the home base for the conference) and walking to Zen Palate which is located at 663 Ninth Ave. (at 46th St). It's mere blocks away from the hotel.

The menu is vegetarian and vegan-friendly and the items on the menu notate common allergens if any.

We are having an early meal so that everyone will have time to hit up all of the parties and not feel rushed. And isn't it nice to meet people in a smaller and more intimate setting first? YES IT IS.

If you are interested in joining us please RSVP by leaving a comment on this post or @'ing me on Twitter. Also, grab the badge! I made it so let's use it. Or don't.

FYI - This is not a sponsored dinner. It's just a rad good time.

I HEART FOOD

Friday, July 23, 2010

Other than the sand the beach was awesome.

I hate reading vacation recaps. I still read them. What I hate more than reading them is WRITING them. Can I do a bulleted list of my vacation to Georgia? I can't even post photos because my sister unloaded my camera every night and I forgot to burn them to a CD before leaving on Tuesday. I blame the toddler.

One day my sister, niece, Avery and I visited historic downtown Savannah and attempted to take photos of the girls (our daughters, not our breasts). They were hot and cranky which resulted in some not-so-perfect but accurate photographs. I am not a fan of posey-posed photographs anyway. A photo capturing a child trying to climb into a fountain is much more interesting to look at than one of a child standing in front of it. I appreciate my niece and daughter for teaching me that. Also? Those iconic photos of the trees covered in Spanish moss that create a canopy over the streets of Savannah? Yeah, where exactly are those streets? We drove around and found a couple of streets that looked decent enough to photograph but I have no idea where a photograph like this was taken. In all fairness to myself I am a lousy photographer so I'm sure the streets we found were good enough but I just didn't capture the trees the way I wanted to capture them.

ANYWAY. Have you ever seen a paragraph about photography that didn't feature any photographs?

We also went to Jekyll Island and played at the beach. It was Avery's first time seeing the ocean and my first time in several years. It was dirty and sandy. Obviously. The grapes we brought got sand on them. My bottled water had sand in it. My clean towel had sand on it. My shoes? I didn't wear flip flops because I'm an idiot so my ballet flats? Yep, full of sand.

Other than the sand the beach was awesome (yeah, I just said that). Even playing in the sand was fun. Avery and my niece played with their plastic rakes and shovels while my sister wrote messages in the sand to her husband so that she could photograph them and post them on Facebook. He is deployed in Iraq right now and she isn't handling his deployment well. Would you?

That was actually why I came to visit her: I was her 200 pound anti-depressant. How many milligrams is that?

We spent too much money and had a great time. Our days flew by and after a week I had to fly back home. I wasn't ready to leave and she wasn't ready for me to leave either. We had a blast and I miss her already.

Thursday, July 22, 2010

I am THAT mom.

Today at the pool I did something that I am not proud of and it is really bothering me.
 
A friend of mine, her eighteen month old, Avery and I were playing in the baby pool in my subdivision. It gradually gets deeper but only up to eighteen inches so it's perfect for the babies to splash around and, well, not drown. The kiddos were enjoying the otherwise vacant pool and we didn't have to worry about keeping older kids from splashing or knocking them down.
 
After about twenty minutes of uninterrupted play two girls and a boy came over to the baby pool from the larger pool.
 
Great. Fine. Whatever. The boy turned on the spraying mushrooms and the buckets that dump water out once they're full and it was fucking loud and that's not the point.
 
The older kids were swimming in the insanely shallow water. Kids are decidely weird but guess what? They're KIDS. It's like, their job to be weird and random.
 
The boy was swimming and while doing the breast stroke (or was it the butterfly? I honestly don't know which is which) he knocked Avery down and she went under. I instinctively scooped her up with one hand and used the other one to grab the boy by the arm. I yelled at him, "She is just a baby! Watch where you are going!"
 
His mother ran over (finally paying attention to your kids?) and picked up her now crying boy and yelled at me, "He's only three years old!" I told her that I was sorry but he knocked my BABY under water!! I stood my ground but what was the point? I touched her son in anger. I didn't need to do that. Why didn't I just pick up my daughter and move to the other side of the baby pool? Kids that age (although before she told me his age he could have been ten years old; I can't tell how old kids are) aren't aware of others and he probably couldn't see well since his head was under water. He could have been a special needs child. His mother was right to call me out on it. And she could have decked me so I'm relieved that she didn't physically attack me.
 
Why did I feel the need to behave this way? I'm no bully. If I'm going to be an asshole I should direct it at people my age and not some random three year old.
 
If anyone ever touched my kid I would flip out and that person would be in a world of hurt. But that isn't the point. The point is that I did something that I should have NEVER EVER EVER done. And I am ashamed of my behavior.
 
There is nothing else I can say about this except that it will never happen again. I need to remember that I am not THAT mom. I hate that mom and sohelpmegod I will not become that mom. That isn't me.

Wednesday, July 21, 2010
It looks like we are flying over water which is awesome. Avery is doing really well; she has slept all day through both flights. So far. I think I have about an hour and a half left of the flight to Dallas. I am so ready to be home. While I no longer have panic attacks on airplanes that doesn't mean that I want to spend my life in one. In two-ish weeks I will be flying to NYC and that is causing me some preemptive anxiety. Not only am I freaked out about being in a new city I will be all alone. Flying alone, that is. Once I get to the hotel I will be among friends. And hopefully I can handle those social situations without assistance from XANAX! And why do we have turbulence going through clouds? They're mother fucking clouds. Puffs of air. Just kidding. It is getting a little bumpy but no one else including the flight crew seems concerned so I am not going to worry. This is a huge deal for me. I am seriously proud of myself!! Yay me!! I can fly without having a panic attack. This is huge.

The fasten seatbelt sign is on and I have to pee!! But I couldn't go anyway because Avery is sleeping on me.

This flight seems like it is going by slower than the first two. I bet it's because I am ready to get home. And I have to pee.

And now my arm is asleep.

I am totally blogging from what is apparently a propeller plane. I am on 1mg of XANAX! and Avery is sleeping in my lap.

Sunday, July 18, 2010

V is for VACATION and VICODIN!

I want to write all about the flight and my trip to Georgia but since I'm still in Georgia it would be incomplete and I don't want to have to go back and edit the post. I'm just that lazy.

Since you really just want to see photos I will share a few with you. You're welcome.

(I haven't edited any of the photos yet. I will do it once I get home.)

P.S. My narcissistic sister just came by and saw the collage and asked if there were any photos of her in it.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Georgia on my mind.

As I mentioned before Avery and I will be flying to Georgia to visit my sister and niece.
 
Yeah. My flight leaves in seven hours and I haven't gone to bed yet. I took a hydrocodone to help me sleep but it hasn't kicked in yet.
 
So while I wait I'm watching Sex and the City reruns and eating peanut butter with chocolate syrup from the container.
 
It's organic freshly-ground peanut butter. I ground it myself (using the machine at Market Street). And the syrup is vegan. That doesn't make it good for you but whatev.
 
And I'm not sleeping. I mean, I will go to bed eventually. Soon, in fact. But I'm just not ready to wake up and get on a plane. And if I don't go to bed then I will delay the arrival of the next day, right? Isn't that how it works?
 
Wait. Are you saying that I can't control time?

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

BlogHer Itinerary (look how cute and organized I am pretending to be!)

Here is my tentative itinerary for BlogHer (because you totally care, right?):



THURSDAY:

3pm: Arrive in NYC and take taxi to hotel

5pm: I HEART FOOD! Dinner @ Zen Palate (join me!)

6pm: SocialLuxe party

8pm: People's Party


FRIDAY:

8am: Newbie breakfast

9am: Opening speeches

10am: Sight-seeing (none of the morning sessions interest me)

11:45am: Lunch at Hilton

2:45pm: Writing Lab (maybe)

4:45pm: Community keynote

6pm: Dinner (will use this time to change clothes and freshen up)

7pm: Gala Welcome Party

9pm: #BarHer! (details to come!)
SATURDAY:

8am: Breakfast

9am: Recap

9:30am: Morning keynote

10:45am: Writing or Personal Lab (can't decide yet)

12pm: Lunch at Hilton

1:30pm: Sight-seeing (or napping)

3pm: Humor writing

5pm: Closing keynote

6pm: Dinner (TBD)

8pm: Mother fucking SPARKLECORN


SUNDAY:

11:30: Fly the fuck home.


I am so excited but getting really nervous too. The fear of being excluded and finding out that in real life no one likes me becomes more intense every time I think about it. But you know what? Fuck it. I am going to put on my big girl panties and insanely uncomfortable heels and be myself. I may actually introduce myself to people I don't know.

Now, Lauren, let's not get carried away.

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Baby? What baby?


I am one lucky bitch.

We live within 150 miles of three, count 'em, ONE, TWO, THREE sets of grandparents who practically fight over who gets to watch the baby when Jacob and I have date night.

It is fucking rad.

Last weekend (which also featured the "sushi incident") Jacob and I decided that we would try something we've never done before...

No, not THAT.

We spent the night without the baby.

That's a huge milestone for new parents and we handled it really well. The time away from Avery was necessary; we both needed a break from her and hell, we wanted to sleep late in the morning! She spent the night at my mom's house and aside from her not really going to sleep until three in the morning everything went smoothly.

And really, it was her grandfather's fault that she had a hard time sleeping. They didn't listen to me when I told them her bedtime routine. I told them that she won't sleep unless she's in a crib (or pack 'n play) and in a separate room from them. She will also cry a little bit once they put her to bed but it will only last a few minutes and then she'll go right to sleep.

Did they fucking listen? NO.

They have only themselves to blame.

ANYWAY, the night away from the kiddo was awesome. We drank. A lot. We also played Lego Harry Potter on the Xbox (which is so much fun I could puke) and did other things that are totally none of your business.

It was wonderful. We got out of bed around 11am and took our time getting to my mom's. Aside from the sleep issue (again, if they had only listened and not been all "I know more because I'm the grandparent") they said that Avery did well. AWESOME! VICTORY! Jacob and I could totally use more nights sans toddler and I have already booked some nights away. Since it went really well Jacob and I are even going to spend an entire weekend away from Avery in September.

I missed her but it was so nice to not have to worry about waking her up with our loud video game playing which got louder as we got more drunk (I totally almost typed drunker).

I think that spending a night away from your kids every now and again is important for your marriage and I am grateful that we have family close by to make it possible. I do not and will never be comfortable leaving my child (and subsequent children) with anyone we aren't related to or don't know really well. No random babysitters. EVER.

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Saturday, July 10, 2010

Where I belong.

When Silicon Valley Moms disbanded I was devastated.
 
Totally kidding. Yeah, I wrote a handful of blog posts for them but each one of them was censored in a way that I was uncomfortable with and I didn't fit into their fucking mold.
 
I agreed to write for them so that it would bring more readers to this blog, my REAL blog. However, no one fucking reads Deep South Moms. It was boring. Maybe the other women were forced to censor their posts too. I don't know. I wasn't sad when they decided to shut it down.
 
ANYWAY.
 
I have found a new home away from home and it already feels like a much better fit. I have written a post for Room 704 and I will continue to write for them if they'll have me. Subscribe and enjoy.
 
I have a post up there that you'll like. I swear. Go read it.
 
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Thursday, July 8, 2010

X is for Xanax.

What is that expression where you get antsy and have a crazy urge to travel?
 
Seriously, I can't remember.
 
ANYWAY, I haz the urge. My dad and I (and the toddler) had planned on taking a road trip this month to visit my sister and niece in Georgia. We miss them and lately my sister has been depressed so we wanted to keep her company. Also? She lives really close to some non-oily beaches.
 
Unfortunately my dad's boss denied his vacation request. That's bullshit, right? The man has been working for the same company since I was a baby and they won't let him have this one week off? When he told me I could tell that he was upset. We decided to go in August instead.
 
However, I still have that urge to go somewhere and I know that our family vacation is at the end of July and then I'll be going to BlogHer in August but I MUST GET OUT OF HERE!
 
After talking with my mom she agreed to help me get to Georgia. Guess how I will be getting there?
 
 
You read that right. AN AIR-FUCKING-PLANE.
 
Am I crazy? Actually, yes. Yes I am. I am no longer on Zoloft (I weaned myself off of it but I am thinking of getting back on it) because it seemed to have taken me to a certain point and then stopped. Like I am only allowed to be this amount of normal. I would truly love to be MORE normal but it isn't going to happen.
 
Back to flying. I'm terrified. While I was on a website booking my flight I started turning pale and when I got to the page where I had to select my seat I had to stop for a minute and breathe. That's ridiculous. My mom couldn't believe that I was at the onset of an anxiety attack just from booking the damn flight.
 
Today I went to a doctor to discuss my options for combating my anxiety attacks before they happen. Prevention is key, my friends. My new doctor (and now my bestest friend) wrote me a 'script for Xanax. It's a small dose - just enough to help me relax. I haven't tested it out yet but I plan on doing it this weekend once I don't have to be anywhere just in case it fucks me up.
 
I am hoping that the Xanax will be the fix to my traveling nightmares. I want to be able to fly without a huge ordeal surrounding it. My entire family is concerned about me flying. I'll be taking Avery with me to Georgia and I can't have an anxiety attack and compromise my ability to take care of my daughter. Not like last time.
 
I can do it. I can take the Xanax and it should give me around four hours of crazy-free time.
 
 
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Tuesday, July 6, 2010

A vegan rant. Deal with it.

You know what happens when you do something you know you shouldn't do?
You get diarrhea.
Let me explain.
I'm vegan. That's not news. I don't eat meat in any form because it's gross. The thought of eating meat makes me sad and sick. Except that I messed up. On Saturday Jacob went to dinner to celebrate his birthday and where did we go? A SUSHI RESTAURANT. Yeah, Jacob loves sushi. But I do too. I did. Not now. Fuck. It tasted amazing.
But it hurt my stomach. I know it wasn't because of the quality of the food. Jacob didn't have stomach troubles and we ate the same things.
You know what it was? GUILT. Plain ol' mother fucking guilt. My body wasn't used to having to digest something like that which was also the reason I felt like shit. Or, I shit because I felt like shit.

All I know is that it is not worth it. My body has decided that regardless of my personal beliefs about meat that it will no longer handle it with anything other than turmoil. Because you know what? Just thinking about it hurts my stomach so why should digesting it cause less pain?

 
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