Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Liars.

Alright it's that time again ladies and gentles, for me to get this off mah chest.


{Source: Unknown} 
Seriously.  That looks and sounds disgusting. 

Bitches Be Lying.

Ew that was so vulgar and unnecessary of me.  But they are.

If I see one more Pin.  Or Instagram.  Or Tweet. (ok not tweet because I don't know how to tweeter-but I'm thinking about learning-) {but then really, how CONNECTED do we truly need to be...?  All this connectedness is great but then you run out of time to do the real stuff, right?  Because some bitches be lying about THAT and filling up your feed with the fake stuff...ok totally 'nother topic I'll have to touch on later}

If I see one more Pin.  Or Instagram.  Or Tweet.  About this awesome fabulous delicious you just gotta try this wheat grass weight loss detox smoothie recipe--which just so happens to be just AHHMAAAAZING for desert and tastes just like marbled cheesecake without all the calories!-- I'm going to vom.  Figuratively.  Mostly because I do not actually use the word "vom" in every day jargon, just here, now, today for emphasis and dramatics.

Now I'm not talking about eat clean eat right exercise and take care of yourself because yes, I do in fact, ride that bus and no, I do not in fact feel sorrow over self induced pre-diabetuss and high blood.  {Hey whatevs, loose a leg, have a stroke, drive up health care costs due to long term care needs based on bad decision making we as a nation don't expect repercussions or consequences for our decisions...  Off topic again.  I think I may touch on that in the future as well.}

But come on.  Really.  You do not love love love lahhhhve your most delicious sprouts and beets and mushroom sammie slathered in edamame kefir.  So please stop lying.  To the rest of us.  Making us feel like we should eat a handful of bulgur wheat as a great "treat!" of an afternoon snack. 

Honestly-I just saw a recipe for squash and zucchini with the title, "Better Than Fries!!"  Um.  No they aren't.  That's not even physically possible.  Nothing is better than fries.  Nothing.  Consider re-titling, Liar.  You don't have to use this one, but I think it's pretty good: 

"Better For You Than Fries.  And Because You Are Grown and In Charge of Your Own Self and Your Own Choices, Here is a Healthy One. And it Actually Doesn't Taste Bad.  Probably, You Will Like It.  Definitely, You Won't Regret It."

What do yall think, hmmm...?

Thursday, April 3, 2014

December

 
In December Whitten went to work in efforts to wrap up the Merrimon Wynne construction and landscape plan.  {Because his daddy designed the landscape plan.}  Thank the Lordt Jodi did not request his worker's permit.  I didn't have time to pick one up, as I was too busy being very pregnant.
 


Also thanking the Lordt that Jodi and John didn't mind Whitten rambling through their dealings whilst working out details pertaining to the retaining wall.


Then of course and or obviously we had Christmas...


 And then we took out last picture together as a family of three.
 (he didn't care)


And our last picture together as a momma of one. 
(he still didn't care)


and after a small scare and a lot of drugs, we had a little girl



Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Novembie.

In November we went to Barnes and Noble and Whitten climbed on the tables.  Luckily the codgey employee was sure to tell us standing on tables was not allowed.  Luckily, Whitten cared.
 


I made pumpkin muffins with the Halloween pumpkins.  Nesting is for real.


We rolled low key and made smores.
 


Asos maternity leggings are where you need to be sugar marie.



 
Whitten had God-awful horrific screaming night tantrums for a solid month which tested both my sanity and Christianity.  We rolled on very minimal sleep in November.  Aint nobody done tol' me they had unprovoked seizure-like fits.
 

 
I utilized the Harris Teeter express lane more than ever before, being exhausted and pregnant and putting in way too much career time than I cared to, I felt valid in this decision.  Still do.
 

Whitten wore his jammies to Thanksgiving.  And...some kind of worker-man construction type head light.

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

October

Since it would appear as though I actually quit posting in October 2013 I'll give you a glimpse of what you missed on a month by month scroll by-
 


Whitten used his makeshift "blower" to clean out the flower beds.  Thank heavens for his helping hands.



These sweet babies went to Hillridge Farms on a play date




This is not embarrassing in the slightest.  I food prepped.  Seriously.  You're looking at a years worth of Trader Joe's pumpkin pancakes annnd...Baked Spaghetti?


 
I hauled all the way out to JJ's Kids Cuts so he could watch 10 minutes of The Lion King in a fake car.  Best $17 I've ever spent.
 


What do you know, it's Halloween at Edenton Street United Methodist Church Preschool.  Stegosaurus.




 
Rest assurred the hoodrats from outlying "neighborhoods" were sure to empty my stash before most of the actual neighborhood childrens could.
 

 
What's Halloween without a broken candy bowl? Swoozies: that's all you got?
 
 
He didn't feel bad.  At all.

Monday, March 31, 2014

Recapping

We've spent the past 3 months getting acclimated to our new lives with two babies.  Because it is a well documented fact that a picture is worth a thousand words I may just spend the rest of this week recapping on the past few months via visual communication.

Is that a thing?


We spent New Years in the hospital


And a lot of time in loungewear.



And in bed


And outside with jackets on in the awful freezing cold sleeting snow and ice helpmeJesus.


And of course, multitasking.  Because I have a vagina and that's what I do.  And I do it well.  I said vagina on the intranets, what ever are they going to do?!

Sunday, March 30, 2014

My Girl

Hey Guess What Yall!?!

I'M BACK!! AFTER MUCH DELIBERATION AND JUST PLAIN EMOTIONAL AND EXHAUSTING HAPPENINGS, I AM BACK, HERE TO INNUNDATE YOU WITH MY OPINIONS AND DEALINGS.

There you have it.  Get excited.  Get crazy.  Some things around here may be changing but that is not a bad thing.  And I figured I'd keep on trucking with my writing and story telling and make changes as I see fit when I see fit because I am the boss here.  Please do not confuse that with a reference to the irritating Ban Bossy Other B Word mess.  Shug I've been over those "articles" since before they came out.

So where was I, you ask?



Anna Charles Elizabeth Decker was born December 30, 2013 at 4:25 pm
6lbs 4oz 19 3/4"
 
She has been dramatic since conception girls and boys and her entry into the world was no different. 
 
Sweetest and most precioussssss.  (smegol voice)
Updates to come.

Friday, October 11, 2013

Pretty Simple

Did you see this Pin on Pinterest?
 
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I know you know how to hot roll your hair.  But I just love BIGHAIR {ok que the phrase, "DONTCARE!"} Just documenting my good times here, and keeping you posted.
 



I feel as though this version of the "selfie" is admissible because you cannot see my face.  Anywho.  Anyone out there try a pinterest idea that did or didn't work?  Nah me either.  
 Whitten wanted to take some selfies.
 

 

 
And those last 2 are for good measure.

Thursday, October 10, 2013

Guest Room Turned Nursery

Ok hurr we go, I said I wanted to participate in the ORC-One Room Challenge-but I've already missed like three deadlines.  Feels pretty...standard for me.  Ok so to catch you up: I'm not going into the details, I wasn't invited to partake because I'm not a big wig lady-blogger decorista-but Linda at Calling It Home has allowed for others to LINK UP! And participate at will.  So hey why not?  I have to get this nursery done, I figured I'll put myself out there, try something new, etc etc.
 
Guest Room Turned Nursery. 
 
Guest Room Turned Nursery
 
Are you ready for the current pictures...?




Ahhh this is truly an exercise in public humiliation.  Guest room.  Doesn't always have laundry and misplaced furniture strowed ever-which-way...but it does now.  And that has to change.  By January 6, 2014.  So here we go.  I've mentioned in past posts what I'm "going for"...  but I'll refresh your memory because I'm gracious.





Picture white on white, dusk pinks...frenchie-french-esq.
 
And I'm not even going to lie, the painters are coming next week.  No I am not painting.


Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Check It Out, Sister.

On another note: at the suggestion of some girlfriends I recently picked up an audio book...aka downloaded an app for 1 month free to listen to a book I don't have any time to read...which some of you sassy career business women special business women out there probably already know about :  Lean In by Sheryl Sandberg.

Lean In
 
Great read (to listen to, in my instance): encouraging and educational and touches on a topic I hold near and dear to my heart...that I have to say, I did not hold near and dear to my heart until after I had a baby.  And realized, just how different my life began to look than my husband's life, in terms of our careers. 
 
Initially, Anne-Marie Slaughter  grabbed my attention after I read this article in The Atlantic (ok which I only read after she appeared on the Colbert Report, just keeping it real, sister.)  Whitten was maybe 7 months old and I had been back at work full time for about 4 months. 
 
The Atlantic
 
This was after being told by one of my bosses, the day before returning from maternity leave (yes I was called at home on a Sunday) that the company no longer approved the new FULL TIME schedule agreed upon (which I requested and had documented approval of by my 5th month of pregnancy). 
 
Alternately, I was also told (at 2 weeks post partum) by my casual employer (because  up until that time I had CHOSEN to work 2 jobs that I enjoyed) that despite the fact my family medical leave of absence was approved for 12 weeks of leave, I would now be required to return to work 4 weeks postpartum. I was told that should I not be able to fulfill this commitment, my management would be more than happy to offer a positive reference to another department (with the clause that the department may not be hiring at that time). 
 
If you have or have not had a baby (or if you are a nurse) you know that no OB/GYN is going to approve of a woman going back to work at 4 weeks post partum to take care of total care patients for 12 to 13 hours at a time.  When I argued this point, my manager at the time did verbalize to me that she understood and agreed.  Honey, you're not dense-you get the picture-essentially I was pushed out of the latter position. 
 
To say I was jaded and angry is an understatement.  Excellent employee and peer reviews at both of my places of employment no longer mattered.  My new role was more or less an inconvenience, really.  
 
Long story short, I put on my big girl panties and went back to work, with little argument regarding the original approved work schedule agreement, as I never intended to stay home, I'd never identified myself as the "stay at home mom" type. 
Returning to work.  Was.  Horrible.
 
 To say I felt unwelcome is an understatement. 
I got wind of comments (from upper female management) like, "Well too bad, if I had to do it, she has to do it." 
And (more female management), "Plenty of other women work and have children, she can figure it out."
And (once again, female management), "I'm sorry, I'm sure you understand, but I have to look out for what's best for the unit."
Or (from a man), "Well, then you chose this profession, if you didn't want it to be like this, you should've thought about that before you decided to become a nurse." 
 
How about, "How do you even know your role?  When I was your age, we knew our jobs, I did mine, my husband did his, now, I just don't know why you girls do this..."**
 
I feel our culture encourages this attitude, and discourages a woman from repeating these comments to others, or confronting them because she will be seen as whiny and lazy.  These comments were made in the work place. 
Keep in mind I work in a very politically correct, all inclusive environment.  People (multiple, without hesitance, on separate occasions) felt comfortable and justified in making these comments in a professional setting.   
Also keep in mind I never asked (nor ever had a history of asking) for permission not to work or to be paid for work I was not willing to do.  I asked to be treated as though I had just had a child.  Which is not synonymous with asking for handouts, pity, special allowances or the like.  That is how I was being treated.  Josh never encountered any issues in returning to work-by the way.
 
**I hate to say, (no I don't) this last comment started to sound like the most glorious music of the hills are alive.  Anything to justify me getting out of this over-worked, over-tired, over-achieving, nonstop LIFE was something I wanted to, needed to hear. 
 
I have since made changes for my mental health and well being-not to mention quality of LIFE-that I question every week, but that's another topic. 
 
Either who I was thrilled to stumble upon this post on Tumblr by Excellence Is Not An Act But A Habit touching on yet another woman speaking out about real life: Debora Spar, the president of Barnard College, and her new book, Wonder Women: Sex, Power, and the Quest for Perfection 
 
 
 
This is not a quest for working mothers only, and these ladies are not man-eater feminists.  I am just sharing my personal experience as a woman in the workplace, and these women simply speak out the honest truth: We have been lied to.  Women cannot have it all do it all be all and everything to everyone and do it well.  I'm sorry.  I'm not in the least bit sorry.  Just being real.
 
Check it out, sister.