I have read Something very interesting that one of my favorite blogging teams Annette and Christine posted on their site and decided to write about it myself to raise awareness as much as possible as I think this is an issue that NEEDS to be addressed.
Have you recently driven past a gas station to look at the price posted on the sign and nearly pass out?
"Back in my day gas was .46¢/liter"
In most locations the price of gas has now risen to over $1.33/liter which is fine if you are rich and can afford to put liquid gold in your gas tank, but come on people, we are NOT all rich and can't all afford to drive to work, school or daycare using every last penny in our wallets to accommodate the climbing gas prices!
Now there IS something WE can ALL do. We can all team together and put an end to these ridiculous gas prices. On April 15th 2011 everyone throughout the world is teaming together to put an end to this insanity by refusing to purchase gas on this day.. Yep, it's tomorrow! Millions of people have decided to give the finger, (Including myself, in fact I have 1 finger on each hand they can have) to the Middle Eastern Oil Industry with high hopes to take back control of the terribly high gas prices they are forcing us to pay in order to drive anywhere. They seem to have a hold on us! THAT needs to change. If you have been affected by these high gas prices please take a stand with my friends at MommyMatter and with Me, your friendly neighborhood Ninja Mommers.
There are already several groups on Facebook teaming up in the fight against high gas prices. You can find a few of them here and here.
If we all team together and refuse to visit the gas pumps on April 15th 2011 then it would take almost 3 billion dollars... YEP, 3 BILLION Dollars... out of the oil companies pockets for just one day! So, join us all in the gas boycott and refrain from visiting the pumps tomorrow. Maybe this can make a difference!
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
The Duties of A Ninja Mommer, Broken Glass and Spilled Milk
Well, today has gone back to being interesting. Husband/Daddy is out working today and all of a sudden the weirdness I call life has picked up again to unfold into something more eventful than when he is home. "No Hunny that is NOT a hint that I want you not to come back or anything like that, you know I love you! But would it KILL you to PLEASE clean up after yourself, even a little?!"
Yes, as a Stay at home Mom it IS my job and my duty to take care of the house. It is my job and my duty to take care of the children. And it is my job and my duty to make sure dinner is on the table every night. BUT, it is NOT my duty to wipe my 24 year old husband arse after he goes to the bathroom and although it hasn't gone THAT far yet, I am afraid that's where this is headed. When it gets to the point that he can't do anything for himself or anyone else it has gone too far. I thought that writing him a complete list of what I do all day would possibly help him to understand that when he doesn't do the things that are required of him he complicates my day. That worked for a minuet or two, but then he got WORSE! I am far too young to have a 24 year old child and absolutely refuse to baby this man child. I will have to plot out an idea of what I can do to make him realize what he's doing is making things complicated for me to do my job. Any Suggestions? Anyone?
This morning started with Husband/Daddy leaving for work. Little man was still asleep and since Husband/Daddy makes so much noise getting himself organized for work (I am a light sleeper) I woke up and crept around the house getting things organized. What launched me into my previous rant about Husband/Daddy's annoying habits is that I managed to blindly bump into the dresser, which would be fine if Husband/Daddy didn't have a cup on top of it that decided to go flying off the top, making a lot of noise and shedding a lot of broken glass all over my bedroom. Now, of course I wasn't wearing slippers, and also couldn't see so I had to hold on to hope that I didn't step on the broken glass while fumbling for the light switch so I could go get the broom to clean up the mess, thankfully the ruckus didn't wake Little Man. Once that mess was cleaned and all serious injury as a result was avoided I moved on to the bathroom, where Husband/Daddy had yet ANOTHER cup. Really? How many cups does this man need? Worst part is, he could take them downstairs on his way but doesn't. So, I get everything organized and cleaned up and move to the spare room to strip the bed and wash the sheets and comforter. I start lugging those down the stairs and you guessed it, the comforter tripped me up I grabbed onto the railing in time to save myself from tumbling down the stairs but the other cup from in the bathroom I was also carrying didn't fair so well, and yet again I had another glass mess to clean. Little Man finally woke up, opened his door and the first words out of his mouth were "Ok Mommy?!" I love how there was no good morning, or the sun waked up this time. This time it was pure concern for my safety. Who can blame him? I am sure by now he knows how accident prone I am. After reassuring Little Man that I would survive and cleaning up the glass mess, I proceeded to go get him and come back down the stairs to feed him breakfast. He went and sat down at the table and I somehow managed to spill the entire jug of Milk all over the floor and go for a slippery skate in my Kitchen which resulted in me landing on my bottom covered in Milk, taking the bowl of cheerios with me, which consequently landed all over me as well.
Today's Lessons:
"Husbands suck sometimes, Placenta Brain combined with being accident prone is a BAD combo and Milk and Cheerios belong in a bowl NOT on the floor"
Yes, as a Stay at home Mom it IS my job and my duty to take care of the house. It is my job and my duty to take care of the children. And it is my job and my duty to make sure dinner is on the table every night. BUT, it is NOT my duty to wipe my 24 year old husband arse after he goes to the bathroom and although it hasn't gone THAT far yet, I am afraid that's where this is headed. When it gets to the point that he can't do anything for himself or anyone else it has gone too far. I thought that writing him a complete list of what I do all day would possibly help him to understand that when he doesn't do the things that are required of him he complicates my day. That worked for a minuet or two, but then he got WORSE! I am far too young to have a 24 year old child and absolutely refuse to baby this man child. I will have to plot out an idea of what I can do to make him realize what he's doing is making things complicated for me to do my job. Any Suggestions? Anyone?
This morning started with Husband/Daddy leaving for work. Little man was still asleep and since Husband/Daddy makes so much noise getting himself organized for work (I am a light sleeper) I woke up and crept around the house getting things organized. What launched me into my previous rant about Husband/Daddy's annoying habits is that I managed to blindly bump into the dresser, which would be fine if Husband/Daddy didn't have a cup on top of it that decided to go flying off the top, making a lot of noise and shedding a lot of broken glass all over my bedroom. Now, of course I wasn't wearing slippers, and also couldn't see so I had to hold on to hope that I didn't step on the broken glass while fumbling for the light switch so I could go get the broom to clean up the mess, thankfully the ruckus didn't wake Little Man. Once that mess was cleaned and all serious injury as a result was avoided I moved on to the bathroom, where Husband/Daddy had yet ANOTHER cup. Really? How many cups does this man need? Worst part is, he could take them downstairs on his way but doesn't. So, I get everything organized and cleaned up and move to the spare room to strip the bed and wash the sheets and comforter. I start lugging those down the stairs and you guessed it, the comforter tripped me up I grabbed onto the railing in time to save myself from tumbling down the stairs but the other cup from in the bathroom I was also carrying didn't fair so well, and yet again I had another glass mess to clean. Little Man finally woke up, opened his door and the first words out of his mouth were "Ok Mommy?!" I love how there was no good morning, or the sun waked up this time. This time it was pure concern for my safety. Who can blame him? I am sure by now he knows how accident prone I am. After reassuring Little Man that I would survive and cleaning up the glass mess, I proceeded to go get him and come back down the stairs to feed him breakfast. He went and sat down at the table and I somehow managed to spill the entire jug of Milk all over the floor and go for a slippery skate in my Kitchen which resulted in me landing on my bottom covered in Milk, taking the bowl of cheerios with me, which consequently landed all over me as well.
Today's Lessons:
"Husbands suck sometimes, Placenta Brain combined with being accident prone is a BAD combo and Milk and Cheerios belong in a bowl NOT on the floor"
Whats For Dinner Wednesday!
Well, Wednesday is back with a vengeance and I feel like I could eat everything on the planet today... But I won't.. I Will save some for everyone else.
So, Here I am. I am actually going to admit what's for Dinner tonight and I am NOT embarrassed one little bit.
Tonight's menu will include but not be limited to the following:
NINJA'S INCREDIBLY CHEESY SPINACH CASSEROLE
- 1 package medium seashell pasta
- 1 package frozen chopped spinach, thawed
- 2 eggs
- 1/4 cup olive oil
- 1/2 cup Italian bread crumbs
- 1 1/2 jars tomato basil pasta sauce
- 4 Cups shredded Cheddar Cheese
- 4 Cups shredded Mozzarella Cheese
Do this to cook the stuff:
- Preheat oven to 350 degrees F.
- Bring a large pot of lightly salted water to a boil. Cook pasta in boiling water for 8 to 10 minutes, or until al dente; drain. Bring 1/2 cup water to a boil in a saucepan, and cook the spinach 4 to 6 minutes, until tender.
- Place the cooked pasta in a medium bowl. In a small bowl, whisk together the eggs and oil. Toss the pasta with the cooked spinach, egg mixture, and bread crumbs.
- Cover the bottom of a 9x13 inch baking dish with 1/3 of the pasta sauce. Pour half of the pasta mixture into the baking dish, and cover with another 1/3 of the pasta sauce. Sprinkle with half of the Cheddar cheese and half of the mozzarella. Layer with remaining pasta mixture, and top with remaining sauce. Sprinkle with the rest of the Cheddar and mozzarella cheeses.
- Bake 45 minutes in the preheated oven, or until bubbly and lightly browned.
I will be serving this with a VERY LARGE salad to make myself feel better about all the carbohydrates and cheese that I will be consuming.. Pfft, Who am I kidding? I don't care!
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Ultrasounds, Assault and Spanish
So today was my first ultrasound. I opted to participate in the IPS (integrated prenatal screening) to check for trisomy 18, down syndrome and spina bifida. I went in Thinking I might be able to get pictures of baby but apparently as per the technician the radiology department for my area did not invest in a printer to allow people to take pictures home... How nice! I am sure they don't make enough money to afford printers.... I mean those printers are so expensive! If they were to charge for pictures it's not like the printers would have paid for themselves in one day or anything... Sheesh. Cheapskates.
I love ultrasounds in fact I was very excited to see baby for the first time. But, honestly that liter of water they make you drink is so not necessary! They include a little note on the back of the ultrasound requisition that explains how to prepare but it's too short, what it should really say is the following;
"Dear mom to be,
Please be prepared to fill your bladder With one liter of liquid hell one hour prior to your appointment. You may NOT piddle for 2 hours prior to your appointment and once your appointment begins with a full bladder please be prepared to have a technician push as hard as possible on your bladder while baby in your belly pushes on the opposite side therefor forcing your bladder to threaten you with leakage all over the table. Halfway through your ultrasound you will be told to empty your bladder because baby isn't cooperating with the full bladder anyways. In Which case you will go to the bathroom and relieve your bladder that currently hates you and return to the room to continue your ultrasound. This will be where the baby decides to cooperate and the technician will laugh and say the full bladder was unnecessary. This note is to warn you of what's to come so that at that point you do NOT reach over to the technician and beat her relentlessly with the ultrasound screen. We know you will want to.
Sincerely,
The ultrasound department"
I really think they need to warn people of this. Someone could get hurt pretty badly. Thankfully I restrained myself.
Little man stayed with Gramma T this morning while we went to the appointment. He had a blast. And his language Development Is really coming along and a lot of what he says is too funny. In fact he has got quite the sense of humor and thanks to a television show we all know and love (or love to hate sometimes, those sometimes would be when you find yourself singing the songs in the shower) Little man knows a ton of Spanish. In fact he can count from 1-10 in English and Spanish and knows the difference between the two languages. Lets hope he doesn't learn to swear at me in Spanish because I will end up congratulating him without realizing he just called me a bad word.
I love ultrasounds in fact I was very excited to see baby for the first time. But, honestly that liter of water they make you drink is so not necessary! They include a little note on the back of the ultrasound requisition that explains how to prepare but it's too short, what it should really say is the following;
"Dear mom to be,
Please be prepared to fill your bladder With one liter of liquid hell one hour prior to your appointment. You may NOT piddle for 2 hours prior to your appointment and once your appointment begins with a full bladder please be prepared to have a technician push as hard as possible on your bladder while baby in your belly pushes on the opposite side therefor forcing your bladder to threaten you with leakage all over the table. Halfway through your ultrasound you will be told to empty your bladder because baby isn't cooperating with the full bladder anyways. In Which case you will go to the bathroom and relieve your bladder that currently hates you and return to the room to continue your ultrasound. This will be where the baby decides to cooperate and the technician will laugh and say the full bladder was unnecessary. This note is to warn you of what's to come so that at that point you do NOT reach over to the technician and beat her relentlessly with the ultrasound screen. We know you will want to.
Sincerely,
The ultrasound department"
I really think they need to warn people of this. Someone could get hurt pretty badly. Thankfully I restrained myself.
Little man stayed with Gramma T this morning while we went to the appointment. He had a blast. And his language Development Is really coming along and a lot of what he says is too funny. In fact he has got quite the sense of humor and thanks to a television show we all know and love (or love to hate sometimes, those sometimes would be when you find yourself singing the songs in the shower) Little man knows a ton of Spanish. In fact he can count from 1-10 in English and Spanish and knows the difference between the two languages. Lets hope he doesn't learn to swear at me in Spanish because I will end up congratulating him without realizing he just called me a bad word.
Monday, April 11, 2011
Rude People Terrible Two's and Vultures!
I love being pregnant don't get me wrong. I actually thoroughly enjoy carrying a baby around in my stomach for 9 months, having my baby steal my looks, my body, my energy and sometimes my food.... Seriously! I do!
What I do NOT enjoy is RANDOM people at the grocery store asking me "Are you expecting?", "How far along are you?" and "Was it planned?" ARE YOU SERIOUS!? What if I was not expecting and just carrying around some extra weight? What if it wasn't planned? And What if I am only 2 weeks pregnant but look 22? "Does that mean that you, the nosy lady at the grocery store are offering to pay for a personal trainer as well as a psychiatrist to help treat the low self esteem that you just contributed to? Or if the baby wasn't planned... were you offering to fund the pregnancy and raising of said child or planning to burn me at the stake?" No? Didn't think so. SO MIND YOUR OWN BLOODY BUSINESS.
On another note, for those of you out in internet land that are wondering the same things.. YES I am expecting... I am 13 Weeks Pregnant as of yesterday and YES this was planned.
Little Man has been especially pushy lately. His new favorite thing to do is ANYTHING that pushes my buttons. No, it's not the hormones talking.. I am serious. For example today I asked him to do something in respect to cleaning up his toys and he decided that he was going to reply with a very stern "I'm Busy!!" Wow, my 2 year old is busy? Interesting, I would like to know what it is that ties up a 2 year olds agenda? He must have so much required of him that when asked to do one little thing he can't possibly comply... maybe he's doing what Husband/Daddy does and Imagining cleaning or even helping out just a little but not actually moving. Because, I am sorry Little Man but sitting on your derriere on the couch driving a car on your knee doesn't constitute as a full schedule to me... so MOVE IT! I think he's had more Time Out's today than my internet connection.. which is rare because I usually get that stinky message frequently that my "blah blah blah has had a connection error... blah." Not to mention that the pregnancy has me dragging my butt come Noon. I could use a nap, whether I slept all night or got up 10,000 times to pee, by Noon I feel like I need toothpicks in my eye lids and coffee to keep me awake. Instead I have natures Alarm clock.. A 2 year old. Because there is nothing more reassuring than starting to drift off only to be poked by a little finger and told that it's not bedtime yet.
Yep, Pregnancy is different this time around. Because last time I don't recall being nearly this tired. But that could be because I slept and ate all day... which would also be a great contributor to the 60 + Lbs I gained with Little Man. Hey, at least this time I can't sleep nearly as much as I have Little Tooth picks to keep my eyes open that I like to refer to as Little Man, and A vulture that flies by every time I have a meal or a snack and scoops up half of it... also referred to as Little Man.
What I do NOT enjoy is RANDOM people at the grocery store asking me "Are you expecting?", "How far along are you?" and "Was it planned?" ARE YOU SERIOUS!? What if I was not expecting and just carrying around some extra weight? What if it wasn't planned? And What if I am only 2 weeks pregnant but look 22? "Does that mean that you, the nosy lady at the grocery store are offering to pay for a personal trainer as well as a psychiatrist to help treat the low self esteem that you just contributed to? Or if the baby wasn't planned... were you offering to fund the pregnancy and raising of said child or planning to burn me at the stake?" No? Didn't think so. SO MIND YOUR OWN BLOODY BUSINESS.
On another note, for those of you out in internet land that are wondering the same things.. YES I am expecting... I am 13 Weeks Pregnant as of yesterday and YES this was planned.
Little Man has been especially pushy lately. His new favorite thing to do is ANYTHING that pushes my buttons. No, it's not the hormones talking.. I am serious. For example today I asked him to do something in respect to cleaning up his toys and he decided that he was going to reply with a very stern "I'm Busy!!" Wow, my 2 year old is busy? Interesting, I would like to know what it is that ties up a 2 year olds agenda? He must have so much required of him that when asked to do one little thing he can't possibly comply... maybe he's doing what Husband/Daddy does and Imagining cleaning or even helping out just a little but not actually moving. Because, I am sorry Little Man but sitting on your derriere on the couch driving a car on your knee doesn't constitute as a full schedule to me... so MOVE IT! I think he's had more Time Out's today than my internet connection.. which is rare because I usually get that stinky message frequently that my "blah blah blah has had a connection error... blah." Not to mention that the pregnancy has me dragging my butt come Noon. I could use a nap, whether I slept all night or got up 10,000 times to pee, by Noon I feel like I need toothpicks in my eye lids and coffee to keep me awake. Instead I have natures Alarm clock.. A 2 year old. Because there is nothing more reassuring than starting to drift off only to be poked by a little finger and told that it's not bedtime yet.
Yep, Pregnancy is different this time around. Because last time I don't recall being nearly this tired. But that could be because I slept and ate all day... which would also be a great contributor to the 60 + Lbs I gained with Little Man. Hey, at least this time I can't sleep nearly as much as I have Little Tooth picks to keep my eyes open that I like to refer to as Little Man, and A vulture that flies by every time I have a meal or a snack and scoops up half of it... also referred to as Little Man.
Friday, April 8, 2011
Little Man's Funny Quote Fridays!!
Welcome back to "Little Man's Funny Quote Fridays!"
Little Man has once again made me giggle numerous times this week but my favorite one this week has to be...
"You never find it... Never never never!"
Seriously he takes stuff and hides it somewhere and makes sure that he says that the entire time!
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Whats For Dinner Wednesday!
Ninja's Slow Cooker Roast
Stuff You Will Require:
- Roast (Beef Rib Roast Tonight)
- 3 Tbsp Worcestershire Sauce
- 2 Large Onions Sliced
- Water
- Salt & Pepper
- 2 Large Potatoes Cubed
- 3 Cups Baby Carrots
- 2 Cloves Garlic grated or pressed
- BBQ Sauce
- Stick Roast in Slow Cooker
- Add Worcestershire Sauce
- Add sliced Onions
- Add 2 Cubed Potatoes
- Add Baby Carrots
- Add Garlic
- Add Salt and Pepper to your discretion
- Cover Roast in BBQ Sauce
- Fill Slow Cooker with Water until Roast and Vegetables are covered.
- Cook on Low for 8 Hours
- EAT THE ROAST AND VEGGIES
GUESS WHO IS PREGNANT... Yep, its ME!
Of course all I have wanted to do since that day was blog about pregnancy whilst already having a toddler and how much different the second pregnancy feels when you can't just eat and sleep all day. But alas, we were waiting to tell everyone until we felt confident the pregnancy was going to stick and until we had already told most of our family as I have some family members that read this and would have HATED for them to find out this way along with the general public. We wanted to tell them personally. So, now that we have I can Finally let everyone else in on the pregnancy and write about whatever I want. Hallelujah! I dislike restrictions if you can tell. In fact, I am way surprised I didn't let it slip before this. But, I didn't!
So, being 12 weeks pregnant I can honestly say is quite different this time around. For example last time I ate all day and slept in until Noon, this time I have a
2 year old waking me up at 7am every morning and stealing half of the food off my plate. Hasn't anyone taught him that you DO NOT steal food from a pregnant lady!? Its dangerous as your hand may be bitten. I don't think I have ever felt so exhausted in my life as I have in the past 3 months. I literally NEED a nap every day by Noon or I am dragging myself around the house, and since Little Man had stopped napping its been even worse, but I have managed to get myself passed the last draining 3 months. I just can't believe that I am showing ALREADY! I had my second Doctor's appointment last week and when I went in and stepped on the scale for the second time in three months I was TERRIFIED! This Ninja can evade a lot of things, but I have NEVER been good at avoiding the dreaded numbers on the scale. When I was pregnant with Little Man I gained 10 pounds in the first 3 months so I was expecting the same this time around. I took my shoes and coat off and stepped on the scale and clinched my eyes closed. I almost didn't want to know, Since I haven't lost the pregnancy weight from Little Man I was just really scared what I would weigh by the end of this pregnancy. Before I got pregnant with Little Man I was 135lbs. The Day I gave birth to Little Man I Was 200lbs... you do the math... not good. The first appointment after I got pregnant for the second time I was STILL 170lbs. Well, at 3 months pregnant this time I am actually down a pound to 169lbs. Weird. I kinda panicked then too because I didn`t understand why I was losing weight, I wasn`t trying to! And I certainly was eating more than enough! The Doctor assured me that it was normal that not only was I showing so early but also normal that I lost weight as I am busier this time around and have to do a lot more than just eat and sleep... THANKS DR. YOU'RE TELLING ME! But I reveled in the idea that the gut that had appeared had NOTHING to do with weight gain and everything to do with the little life I am baking away in my belly! Thank Goodness...Well, this would explain now to everyone why I have not had a date with the stairs in a while. I have been being extra careful so that I don't hurt my little Belly Bundle. In fact, I have been being so careful I might as well dress myself in caution tape and walk as slowly as possible. Even Little man has come up behind me and started pushing my fanny whilst saying "CUSE ME MOMMY.. HURRY HURRY HURRY!" Lol, pretty sad when your two year old gets irritated with your pace, shouldn't it be the other way around? Oh well.
I am sure I will have other stuff to write soon. Since I am no longer restricted by what I can and can't say online anymore.. YAY!
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Blood, Nausea, And Insanity
Ok, so it's been a while since I last wrote. I know! And I LOVE to write. I think I am just having a case of writer's block because I never have any idea what to write about.
Today Little Man, Daddy and I Went to the park to go out and enjoy this beautiful weather! It's so gorgeous today! In fact, we got home not too long ago and I am now making lunch as I type this.
Today Little Man managed to give me some more "white hair". I was in the kitchen getting the stuff ready to cook lunch when he walked up to me and said "Mommy Owie" I was thinking he was referring to the scab on his big toe that he has been telling me about for the past few days.. so I said, "I know Hunny, it will heal soon!" and looked down... and there was blood everywhere! I think my heart stopped for a second because it literally looked like a murder scene in my kitchen and I was beginning to think that he somehow cut his toe off.. I couldn't see anything passed all the blood.. so I very calmly went to the bathroom and got a face cloth and cleaned up what I hoped was still his toe... Now, there really is nothing he could have gotten into that could have cut his toe off, but in that moment and in my mind that's what was happening. I cleaned the blood of his toe and sure enough he had just ripped the scab off when he was playing with his blocks or something. He was brave.. I was calm on the outside and screaming on the inside. We got a nice bandage on there and he said thank you and off he went.
I am STILL screaming on the inside.
Today Little Man, Daddy and I Went to the park to go out and enjoy this beautiful weather! It's so gorgeous today! In fact, we got home not too long ago and I am now making lunch as I type this.
Today Little Man managed to give me some more "white hair". I was in the kitchen getting the stuff ready to cook lunch when he walked up to me and said "Mommy Owie" I was thinking he was referring to the scab on his big toe that he has been telling me about for the past few days.. so I said, "I know Hunny, it will heal soon!" and looked down... and there was blood everywhere! I think my heart stopped for a second because it literally looked like a murder scene in my kitchen and I was beginning to think that he somehow cut his toe off.. I couldn't see anything passed all the blood.. so I very calmly went to the bathroom and got a face cloth and cleaned up what I hoped was still his toe... Now, there really is nothing he could have gotten into that could have cut his toe off, but in that moment and in my mind that's what was happening. I cleaned the blood of his toe and sure enough he had just ripped the scab off when he was playing with his blocks or something. He was brave.. I was calm on the outside and screaming on the inside. We got a nice bandage on there and he said thank you and off he went.
I am STILL screaming on the inside.
Friday, April 1, 2011
Little Man's Funny Quote Fridays!
Welcome back to "Little Man's Funny Quote Fridays!" Today's is rather simple, but it made me smile.
Little Man looked at me and said:
"Mommy I have a pecker"
Yes Little Man, Yes you do. Thanks for reminding me... now eat your lunch.
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