100 Things...

1. I am a lefty and for all of you inquisitors out there, that is where the title of my blog came from…roughly 9% of the world’s population is left-handed (it may be around 11% now though) and I may be biased, but I believe that my lil’un is going to be a lefty as well…score one for the 9%
   
2. As an addendum to #1, whenever I play a sport or try something I haven’t done in a while, I have to think about which hand I should use
   
3. I don’t like people to touch me with their feet…it’s kind of a phobia
   
4. Speaking of phobias…I am really claustrophobic
   
5. I had a lisp when I was younger and sometimes I still do
   
6. I habitually tap the top of a coke can three times before I open it
   
7. I can’t throw away cards or pictures, no matter who they’re from or of
   
8. I don’t think that there’s much better in the world of contemporary music than the riff of a steel guitar
   
9. I have only ever had three wisdom teeth…which they say is a sign of evolutionary superiority
   
10. I was born at home
    
11. I have never broken a bone and have only ever had one (yes one…interesting story) stitch
    
12. In the second grade I joined my school’s choir, my sister says it is because I wanted to do everything that she did (half right) but mostly it was to go on the field trips…I never knew any of the words to the songs though and mostly just lip singed “watermelon” over and over again
    
13. At random times, no matter what time of the year it is, I find myself humming ‘Joy to the World’
    
14. I like to drink grape juice out of a wine glass more than I like to drink wine out of one
    
15. I listen to audio books…not because I can’t read well but because that is the way I find the time…in my car
    
16. I am a closet Trekkie…I used to love to watch Star Trek with my brother (but only the original one or Generations) and that goes double for Star Wars
    
17. I also used to steal my brothers Transformers and play with them…they were my favorite
    
18. I spent the whole month of July once in Juneau, Alaska and I got drunk and sang karaoke all night in a bar called The Moose, and I am told that I was hitting on a guy who was about to get married, to a girl who was also at the bar, who happened to be a triplet, whose sisters were also at the bar, one of which I was best friends with at the end of the night, only to not remember any of it in the morning
    
19. I think that the most sensuous place on a woman is the small of her back and on a man is the crook of his neck
    
20. My first job was for a market research company in the mall…bugging people to take a survey
    
21. Before I was 18, going skydiving topped my list of things to do, when I turned 18 and could actually go skydiving, I completely changed my mind
    
22. The only organized sport I ever played was Basketball in the 8th grade, the only reason I made the team was because they had just enough people to fill the team, and I didn’t make a single basket all season
    
23. My first car was a 1988 Saab 900…Sally the Saab
    
24. I still have the stuffed animals that I had as a kid…one of my favorite things is a soft and cuddly stuffed animal, now I just buy them for Colten, so I can still cuddle up with them when no one’s looking
    
25. My favorite time of day is just before the sun sets
    
26. I have played Fantasy Football for every year since, I think it was 1997…before it was big on the internet…our draft took weeks because we did it over the phone
    
27. I am very competitive at board/card games (yes, I admit it) but especially when I am playing against my brother or sisters
    
28. I am a third child…of four, so I know what it is like to be an older sister and a younger sister…it is one of my favorite things about myself
    
29. I actually like Thanksgiving better than Christmas, it’s my favorite holiday
    
30. During my childhood we had chickens, rabbits, guinea pigs, dogs, cats, a duck, a pig (for like a week), hamsters, hermit crabs, birds, fish, even a sea enenemy (complete with a clown fish and everything), random bugs like praying mantis’ and lightning bugs, turtles, frogs, (I wanted a snake but my mom wouldn’t let me) as pets at one point or another
    
31. When I was younger, I would literally cry if I saw a dead animal on the side of the road…sometimes, I still do
    
32. I always wanted to be a veterinarian, with the exception of my short-lived dream of being a gymnast when I was like 8 until I realized that I probably wouldn’t be able to make it to the Olympics, so I let that dream go…now I want to be an Engineer ‘when I grow up’
    
33. My biggest fear is to lose someone that I love
    
34. I ran a half-marathon and it was one of the most exhilarating things that I have done, one of these days I will definitely run a marathon
    
35. I have been in school, taking at least one class at some point during the year, for the past 7 years
    
36. I hate Doritos, because I ate an entire bag once and got sick and ‘lost’ the Doritos…haven’t liked them since
    
37. My biggest celebrity crush is Matthew McConaughey…good ‘ole Texas boy, but then, who didn’t already know that about me
    
38. My favorite artist is Van Gogh, my sister gave me a Van Gogh calendar last year and until a few weeks ago, I still had that calendar on my cubicle wall on December 2008…now I have cut out my favorite pictures from the calendar and have them tacked to my wall instead…my absolute favorite is ‘Starry Night’
    
39. My favorite author is Jodi Picoult, but my favorite book is Where is Joe Merchant by Jimmy Buffett
    
40. My proudest moments (in order) are…giving birth to my son, graduating boot camp, completing a 13.2 mile half-marathon in under 2 hours, and completing the Dunker (even though it sent me into a claustrophobic panic attack), next up…Graduating!!
    
41. I have a hard time letting go…of things and people, that is why I had less than 5 real boyfriends in my adolescence and have had less than 10 jobs in my life…I also have boxes and boxes of impertinent things, such as, the ticket stub of the concert I attended on my first official date (also a good reason for #7)
    
42. The hardest thing that I have ever done was getting divorced
    
43. If I were stranded on a desert island and could only have one thing from my makeup bag, it would be my tweezers…I never leave home without them, even if I was alone and no one could see me, I would hate to have sasquatch eye brows
    
44. I used to get up in the middle of the night in boot camp so that I could pluck my eyebrows
    
45. I have been to at least fifteen Caribbean Islands…count them: Cuba, Puerto Rico, Nassau, Bimini, St. Croix, St. Thomas, St. Martin, Great Inagua, Providenciales, Dominica, Anguilla, Guadeloupe, Hispaniola, Martinique, St. Lucia (no exaggeration!)
    
46. On 9/11, I was flying in a Coast Guard plane in Puerto Rico, the Air Force Network was dialed in on one of our radios and one of the crew members called our attention to it just as the radio announcer was describing the first tower falling and then announced that planes all over America were being grounded, then we got the call to land as well. When we landed, we parked the plane and went straight to the TV in the break room where everyone else in the station was located. I watched the news for a week straight after that. My heart was broken.
    
47. I have had more cravings before and since I was pregnant than I did when I was pregnant
    
48. I love to sing aloud to music in my car, among my favorite songs to belt out are Toni Braxton’s Unbreak My Heart, the Dixie Chicks’ Wide Open Spaces and Garth Brooks’ Shameless
    
49. I used to play the Viola and my secret desire is to buy a Viola and become good enough to join the symphony of whatever town I happen to be living in
    
50. I love to climb trees! I never grew out of it. The only reason I don’t usually climb trees now is because I don’t want to look like an escaped mental patient. Although, if I happen to drink too much, it’s bound to happen!
    
51. I like Catsup with my eggs
    
52. The first professional football game I ever went to was on my 18th birthday, even though I was the biggest fan since I was at least 8, I have been to at least a dozen games since
    
53. I’ve never gotten into an actual fight with anyone other than a sibling, other than the time I hit my best friend, Seanna, for wanting to hang out with my sister instead of me
    
54. I like to position the flap of the toilet paper to be under and not over the roll, if someone else puts it on the other way, I will actually take the time to change it
    
55. I was only ever sent to the principle twice…once in Kindergarten for talking (I never actually went, I hid out in the bathroom instead), and once in Junior High for not spitting out my gum
    
56. I have flown into two hurricanes
    
57. I sported a thong bikini once…my mom and I went tanning on a secluded beach, she was my look out and she’d tell me if anyone was coming so that I could turn over to my back…to have the guts and self confidence to wear it was a big deal for me…these days, post baby, I wouldn’t be caught in one
    
58. I love to walk barefoot through grass…but then, who doesn’t?
    
59. There is a field of clovers that occupies a short stretch of grass in between street blocks in downtown Mobile that I pass everyday from my car to work and back…it makes me smile every time I pass it
    
60. I believe that becoming a mom is the greatest thing I have ever done
    
61. The earliest dream that I can remember was when I was about 6…I dreamt that I woke up in my bed because of a light that was shining into my window, it was still the middle of the night, I walked outside to the side of my house where the light was, when I got there I discovered that the light was from the moon, which had descended into my yard and Jesus was inside, so I walked up and joined Jesus in the moon…and that was it, but for some reason, it is still very substantial to me
    
62. I love to change my own oil in my car, it gives me a certain sense of satisfaction and purpose
    
63. I love sun showers and dancing in the rain and the drama that weather brings about
    
64. When I was in 4th grade, I was on the evening news when our weather man, Mike Burger, came to our school because our class was selected from some sort of contest or something. More to the point, I was picked to be with him on air, prior to this he talked a bunch about the weather and how things worked, but I wasn’t listening, and when the camera was rolling (live) he asked me a question about what he talked about, to which my only response was “uh…uh…uh”, he finally answered for me but it was humiliating…my mom taped it and everything
    
65. I love words, Merriam Webster’s online dictionary is one of my most visited website…I also get their ‘word of the day’ e-mailed to me
    
66. When Ross Perot ran for president, the second time, I went to his post election party with my dad…my dad ended up meeting and speaking with him in the bathroom, which security apparently failed to clear out first
    
67. I adore expensive shampoos
    
68. I love a Sunday drive out of town
    
69. I’ve watched the same Soap Opera since I was a kid (inherited from my grandmother) and I wish I could stop watching
    
70. I feel compelled to correct people that say ‘supposebly’ instead of ‘supposedly’
    
71. I can recite nearly all of Dumb and Dumber along with the movie
    
72. I only make my bed right before I go to sleep
    
73. I am a sucker for a good conspiracy theory
    
74. When I was younger I claimed to hate my middle name but secretly liked it
    
75. I used to only sleep on the right side of the bed…now, for some reason, it’s the left side
    
76. If I am walking along side someone I try to be on the right side…always
    
77. I’ve seen every episode of Seinfeld and still rewatch them every time I catch one on TV
    
78. Except on rare occasion, I can’t burp out loud
    
79. Spiders give me the heebie-jeebies, my best friend growing up used to make me watch Arachnophobia
    
80. I have to have candy (preferably chocolate) to watch Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory
    
81. I’m not Catholic, but I love Catholic churches because they are always open and they are so quiet and peaceful and they usually display such history
    
82. Second place to a church, I love the library for its’ peacefulness and also for its’ history hidden in the pages of its’ books
    
83. I secretly want to be a librarian
    
84. I now know that my parents actually think that I am beautiful and special and not just because they have to say it
    
85. In kindergarten I tried to kiss the boy I had a crush on during nap time
    
86. I wish that I could be more creative
    
87. I love numbers and black and white and fact and fiction…that is why I want to be an engineer
    
88. I love classic literature, although I have hardly read any of it
    
89. I laugh when I watch basketball and the announcer mentions penetration
    
90. Before I joined the Coast Guard, I never cursed…not even in retelling a story with curse words
    
91. I believe in one God and Jesus Christ and a non-literal interpretation of the Bible and the rest is out for jury
    
92. When I was younger I was extremely shy around people I didn’t know, and I hated compliments
    
93. I now love compliments…so please feel free
    
94. In 7th grade my boyfriend and I were voted cutest couple in our school newspaper
    
95. I like all types of people, I am very eclectic when it comes to my friends, many of them would never get along with one another but get along fine with me
    
96. I used to have to match even when I went to bed, right down to the undies…that went out the window with motherhood for sure
    
97. I don’t like pumpkin pie, never have. When I was like 10 or 11 I decided to try it to see if I had changed my mind about liking it, and while I was holding the pie a neighborhood dog ran up an bit me to try and get the pie…I haven’t eaten any since.
    
98. In my head, I am a movie critic with very valid opinions
    
99. When it comes down to it, I rarely regret the past…it got me to the present and will get me to the future
    
100. I wish I were a better speaker, I am enamored by people who are good speakers, even if I don’t agree with what they are saying

A Foregone Conclusion

So, here it is, as promised...

Do not send your husband, father, and 13 year-old nephew to the fireworks stand to purchase fireworks unsupervised unless you want them to come back with an entire trunk load of fireworks!

We are all on a bit of a shoestring budget these days, right? I mean the economy is on the fritz. Well at least, thanks to the boys in my life, the fireworks sector has had a bit of a financial infusion. So, we were planning to have fireworks, but to take it easy...wrong.

I sent Jeff and Skylar with $20 each (cash, mind you), and my mom sent my dad with $10 (cash). So, if my math is right, they left with $50 to get fireworks and somehow those firework-happy boys came back with over $150 of fireworks!!

One thing that I have to be thankful for when it comes to my hubby, is that he can't lie. When he is caught trying to conceal something...such as, spending a fortune on fireworks...he gets this big 'ole you-caught-me grin on his face. Which, by the way, makes it hard to be mad at him, because he looks so cute when he displays it.

So, when they returned home with their booty, I can tell that their plan was to play it off like they didn't spend a fortune. But in walks Jeff with that grin, and I knew. This is where it takes a little investigative probing, because they won't come right out and tell you. You have to ask direct questions and then do the computing in your head. Their only response was (rehearsed in the car before they returned) 'you shouldn't have sent three guys, alone to get the fireworks'. My mother and I looked at each other and realized that they were right. We couldn't be angry with them, because they were so cute and excited about the fireworks, and so were we to tell you the truth. We had so much fun lighting off all of the fireworks that night, it was a very memorable 4th of July!

Another lesson here is that all men are boys in grown-up bodies! I have already seen that in Jeff when Colten was born and we went toy shopping for him. I can definitely say that he was more excited about the toys than Colten ever was. But I certainly can't complain about that, because those two have so much fun together. It makes me fall in love with him all over again, to see him interact and have so much fun with his son. I see it as well with my nephew. Since Skylar has been staying with us this week, Jeff has really taken him under his wing. And the two of them are totally in cahoots. I can really tell that he enjoys having a little boy around and is excited for Colten to be older so that he can have a little protege.

Regret me not

I hate regret! I try to prescribe to a regret-free life. Not in the careless/carefree (take your pick) fashion of most tweens these days...live now - regret later, but more like...there's no use crying over spilt milk. However, I still find myself caught up in a little regret from time to time. Such as...

The short lived regrets...

Like currently, I regret that I didn't apply often enough or strong enough sunscreen at the beach this (4th of July) weekend. Well, the 4th was actually spent at the house barbecuing and shooting off fireworks. Which, I should add, was a lot funner this year because I had my niece, Taylor - 7, and nephew, Skylar - 13, to share it with (Colten was sound asleep and not bothered at all by all of the loud commotion of the fireworks.) Kids always add a certain excitement to things, especially where holidays are concerned. I am starting to experience that now with Colten, but he's still a little young yet. Oh and speaking of fireworks and regretting, I got a pretty good burn on my thumb from lighting a sparkler during our fireworks extravaganza on Saturday. (Another blog to follow regarding sending men to buy the fireworks...)

So, on Sunday Jeff stayed home with Colten, who wasn't feeling too well (ear infection), and I took off to the beach with my visiting family. Let me tell you, I felt like a kid again. I had the best time playing in the waves, collecting shells with my niece, and floating on my raft that I couldn't help but feel a little guilty. Guilty that I had started to forget about how much I was missing my lil'un and guilty for leaving Jeff at home alone with a sick baby.

So back to the regretting...I am reminded of it every time I make a wrong move. Man, I haven't been burnt this bad in who knows how long. Except now the hurt of the burn is starting to subside and the itching has begun. Though, I'm pretty sure this regret soon won't be one at all and will just be chalked up to a lesson and a story.

The regrets that you just can't forget...

Like the time that I left my brand new digital camera that Jeff had just given me for Christmas, complete with the awesome pictures I had just taken and the USB flash drive that had my whole life on it, in the bathroom of a Denny's. When I realized (too late) that I had left it and returned to get it, it was long gone :( I cried myself to sleep that night. I was so upset that Jeff didn't even give me the but-chewing that I know he wanted to give me. But I guess what they say about time healing old wounds applies in this situation, because I have a new awesome camera full of pictures of an adorable little baby boy and my happy life, which, by the way, are backed up to my computer and on disc (...definitely not losing those precious pictures again). So, while the pain of my mistake has faded, I can't help regretting it still.

The regrets of missed opportunities...

I realize more everyday how much my baby has grown. It's amazing how much a little being can change in the first nine months of their life. From my pregnancy and feeling the little guy kick, to his first steps (yep, only nine-months and walking...well, he still prefers crawling though) I wish that I could capture it all. I never want to forget how he looked or how I felt when my baby boy was born. Yet I have yet to fill out his baby book. And you are all witnesses to it...I have hardly done what I set out to do with this blog...catalogue his life and everything that he has brought into mine. So, everyday I am reminded of how I've missed recording all of these special things, and it drives me crazy! Though, I really do have a problem...of either going overboard with something or procrastinating and doing nothing at all. So, I'm trying to find a middle road, so that when I look back I have more than memories to tell of what a wonderful experience it is to see your first baby grow older.

And finally, there are regrets of the past...actions that led to hurt...that aren't actually regrets because they've led me to who and where I am today...
Of course, number one in this category, that I must mention is my divorce. I won't rehash it here, except to say that I often consider the hurt that I caused because of it. Sometimes I feel guilty to have somehow moved past it. I know that becoming a mother puts a lot of things into perspective. And when your life is so full, as babies often cause your life to be, you realize that you don't have the capacity to carry around old hurt as well. The whole experience was the single greatest learning experience of my life. It changed me and also somehow helped me to find a part of myself that was lost. I know that I am a stronger person because of it and of course there is my life now, my baby. But the whole experience of it...the journey...is forever with me and I'll always remember the past and hope for a better future for me and for him.

Introspection

I love to take in the things around me...the environment...the energy that people exude. I liken myself to a cat, very observant and often cautious to jump in head first. I have always tried to learn from other people's mistakes...sometimes not so successfully, but I have definitely tried! I try to think outside of the box and to see things from other people's points of view. In fact, I often set out to see things from a new perspective. But I have my own convictions and motivations, many of which have seen me through my childhood and into my adult life. I feel like, with the exception of a few periods of personal discovery, I have always known who I am and what it is about me that makes me special. I have my parents and my family to thank for that...my sister, Amanda, who always tells me those words exactly...you're special. I have a healthy thirst for knowledge that sometimes overwhelms me and leaves me sitting on the couch in front of the TV to veg, in denial of it all. Maybe that is due to my incessant need to procrastinate...for the hated and revered alike. I love words...I love to check the dictionary, not so much to find new words, but to ensure that I use the words that I have soaked up along the way correctly. I often get stuck trying to find the right words to say. Sometimes this causes me to keep my thoughts and feelings to myself...for fear that I may not be able to convey them properly...to do them justice. As I blog and become a blogger, I find myself sitting in my car on my way to/from work/school and pondering my next blog. I read other blogs. I get blog envy. I plot ways to become as witty and creative as these other bloggers. I notice how their creativity, wittiness and fun-ness jumps off the page and realize that I am not like them. So, I sit at my computer, as I have done right now, and realize who I am. I am all of those things that I have listed. Maybe I do have a little bit of creativity, wittiness and fun-ness in me...but I realize that I am just who I am and that's all I need to be.

Jeff & Stacy's Bed & Breakfast

If you could overhear my recent water cooler conversations, you would most likely overhear me joking that I feel like I am running a bed and breakfast at my house lately. Jeff and I...always the consummate hosts, love to have the people we love come to visit (...or maybe I should say that I love it, Jeff is probably in the neighborhood of not-hating it.) But in the past few months we have had my parents, Jeff's parents, my sister in-law and niece, as well as a few of our close friends over to stay at our house for a night or two, or even a week or two. Not to mention the other dinner guests we've had squeezed in there during "vacancies". This weekend, my parents and my nephew and other niece will be occupying our B&B. (And my nephew will stay for another week after my parents leave.)

At Jeff and Stacy's Bed and Breakfast you can always look forward to a comfy bed with clean sheets (the washer and dryer are on overload, keeping up), a hot shower with clean towels (again with the washer and dryer), a great cup of Joe (made from Dunkin Donut's fresh ground coffee beans and an ample supply of cream and sugar), breakfast made to order, and nightly dinner specials (just think about all those dirty dishes), as well as a personal tour guide (or two) with shuttle, to show you all of the Gulf Coast's greatest attractions. (View photo of B&B below...)


I am verging on exhaustion! In addition to the B&B, for every weekend in the past few months we have had something to do...work, either at my usual job or for my Coast Guard drill; trips to Atlanta or to the beach. And don't forget about school, complete with homework and tests to study for. Now, I know what you must be thinking...'that doesn't sound too exhausting' or 'I'd love to take a trip or go to the beach'. To those of you nay-sayers out there, I say...'Good, you go! You can take my 9 month-old little wiggle worm with you, and I'll take a break!'

Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining (well, just a little, but mostly just venting) I enjoy having things to do and to look forward to. And I absolutely love seeing my friends and loved ones. I just need a break every once in a while. And throwing a 9 month-old, very active baby into the mix requires much stamina...stamina that I, frankly, do not posses.

So, to all of you super moms out there in blog land I pose this question...how do you do it? And to all of you B&B operators out there...got any openings for a vacationing Jeff and Stacy? Oh, yeah...and does anyone want to baby sit?

Testing...testing...is this thing on

Ok, so I did start out this blog with a warning...I believe it was something about how I'm not the most reliable blogger. So, I guess it was a self-fulfilling prophecy because I haven't posted anything since before Colten was born last September (sheesh). Well, I don't guess there's any rules about this anyway, so I won't apologize. And I won't play the catch-up game except to tell you that since the last time I posted, my life has changed profoundly. All of you parents out there in blogger land will recognize this as becoming a first-time parent....mommy, to be exact. So, other than that, I guess I'll just talk about whatever suits my fancy.

Here's my favorite subject right now...my baby has three teeth...and counting. It's not so fun for him (translation-not fun for me either) because, of course, it hurts. It's funny, because I've spent 8 months knowing that he'd soon get that first tooth and it seemed exciting but not that big of a deal for me. But when I reached in and spotted that first tooth, it was as new and exciting as landing on the moon for the first time. I guess it's just a silly mommy thing, but I love to talk about it. On the other hand, I am realizing that my little guy is growing up and soon won't be my cute and cuddly little baby any more. It came as a realization to me the other day that at some point...I'll embarrass him in front of his friends, he won't want me to hug and smooch him anymore, he'll find a new woman to love, and I'll be his old un-cool mother. But I guess I'm getting ahead of myself. I guess I'll just keep looking forward to watching this little person that I made, grow up and lead a life of his own. Meanwhile, I will treasure every moment and hope to be the best mommy he could ask for!

I'll take the ribs with a side of...bladder

So, of course, I am not the first to mention or complain about the fact that my baby lives in my ribs...and, as a matter of fact, it hurts! Or if its not my ribs, my bladder makes for a nice target too. How about I also mention that I now wake up every hour, on the hour...can't breath...can't stand to sleep on my side any longer...can't fall back asleep...too hot...jeeze, do I live on the face of the sun...eyes won't stop itching...sneezing...so thirsty!!!! but I don't want to go all the way down stairs for water, might as well be in the desert...Jeff is snoring...should I go on...this sucks. I know I'm not alone in this, and I know in the end it's all worth it, and I should mention that it's not all bad, but maybe I'll sleep better having vented about it.