I Called It Pop Until Everyone Made Fun of Me

This may be a bit random so bare with me.  I’m lying in bed with a sick kid and a laptop.  I’m not sure if that makes me a good mom or a weird internet obsessed mom, but until I get sleepy enough to drift off myself, we’re here.

Yesterday, I posted the following on my Facebook profile: “I gave up soda to set a good example for the baby, but now all I want is a Coke Zero. SO.BAD.”  That resulted in lots of comments telling me that I was insane for that choice. That is, perhaps, very true, but I really feel like it was the right thing to do. 

It definitely wasn’t  intended to condemn others. I LOVE soda.  I love it so much that I can consume a 12-pack in a day and never think about drinking a drop of water.  On the other hand, my body hates soda.  Artificial sweeteners give me a killer headahce - one that analgesics can’t touch - that remains until my body has processed all the fake sugar.   I guess I could drink non-diet drinks, but I don’t think we even need to go there on what they can do to your body.

However, this decision has nothing to do with the headaches or the other health concerns related to artificial sweeteners.  To tell the truth, I didn’t really care.  Those headaches suck, but the delicious taste of Diet Cherry Dr Pepper far outweighs the pain.  We’ve decided to cut out soda because of Cecilia.  You see, we’ve recently fell of the wagon - the healthy lifestyle wagon.  We’ve been eating junk food like it’s going out of style, and last week, I noticed Cecilia looking at me and signing “More” as I snuck Hershey’s Kiss in my mouth.  (”More” is her way of asking for a bite.) Also, when I’m drinking a soda, she points to the can and signs and says “Yes”.  (Sign Language is awesome for babies until you realize that they comprehend a lot more than you want to admit.)

I really don’t think soda is bad, and I don’t want her to think soda is bad.  It’s all about moderation, but unfortunately, Chris and I suck at moderation.  So until we can get that a mastered, I’m planning on keeping soda out of the house.  I’ll still have my caffeine (Thank you, God, for coffee), and there will be occasional Sonic runs (large Diet Cherry Dr Pepper & a small ice water, please).  But we’re going to keep the cans & plastic bottles out for a while.  Lord help me.

Happy Holidays

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Wishing you and yours the merriest of Christmases and a blessed new year!

Cheerio, mate.

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We have two new addictions in our house, and it’s starting to infect my brain.  Cecilia has recently fallen in love with the Wiggles, and, unless you’ve been living under a rock, you know that they’re an Australian musical group with a television show for children.  Cecilia is completely mesmerized by them and often brings me the television remote with a sad look on her face in a desperate attempt to get more Wiggle time.  I’m embarrassed to admit the amount of Wiggles I let her watch.  At first, it was just a morning thing - a way to entertain her at her  5:30am wake up time while I drag my sleep-deprived ass to the coffee pot and zone out as it drips into the carafe.  But then she started dancing and singing along with the songs, and oh my gosh.  How do you resist a year and half year old’s desire to sing and dance?

The Wiggles songs are catchy and really easy to learn, which is fantastic for Cecilia.  Again, super cute to see your baby throw her arms up and yell, “Go! Go! Go!” Unfortunately, it’s not so great for Momma.  I find myself with a constant loop of Wiggles running through my head.  I fall asleep to songs about Dorothy the Dinosaur and wake up to songs about Wags the Dog, all in my head.

My personal latest obsession is the BBC’s Radio 1.  I have access to it through my satellite radio in my car and my kitchen.  I really, really enjoy listening to British music and news.  It’s interesting to hear another perspective on war, pop culture, and other newsworthy events.  I’m also really digging Brit pop.  I’ve grown weary of American stations constant need to play vomit-inducing Nickleback and American Idol contestants.  (Don’t get me wrong. I do like a couple of them, like Carrie Underwood, but the rest? Um, they’re game show losers. Why do they deserve record albums and air time?)  I’ve been exposed to some great British bands, like Chase & Status and Mumford & Sons.

Needless to say, it’s been a bit of a cultural experience around here, and Cecilia and I are having a great time.  However, it’s really starting to get to my brain.  Part of me wants to start calling college “uni” (short for university) and pronounce tomato “ta-mah-to”.  Oh? And my personal inner dialog? She has a British accent now.


Two weeks ago, Chris and I sat down and made a budget for the first time since we’ve been married.  I know that’s shocking for some folks, but for the most part, we’ve been responsible spenders and always lived within our means.  Don’t get me wrong.  There’s been a month or two that we’ve had to tighten up our spending, but we’ve never had a set budget.  Last week was our first official budgeted week.  How did it go?  I FAILED.

It should be noted that I’m in charge of paying the bills and doing all the shopping.  Chris does a wonderful job supporting our family, but he’s not so good at checking the mail.  Before we were together, he only checked his mailbox when his mailman refused to attempt to stuff it with any more bills, letters, and magazines.  Needless to say, I do the mail checking and bill paying.  Of course, bills aren’t really the problem; it’s the shopping.  I have a really hard time keeping that in check.  Of course, it doesn’t help that my laptop was on it’s last leg and finally bit the dust last week.  That’s definitely pushed us over.

That brings me to the point of my post.  What do you do to keep your shopping in check (including all non-grocery purchases)?  I’m pretty good at keeping within my food budget, but I need help in other areas!


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If you’re my friend on Facebook, you know that I’ve been stalking a purchase on UPS.com.  I usually do this with any package that’s coming my way, but this one was particularly special.  It’s Chris and my Christmas gift to each other - a new 40″ flatscreen HD tv (1090p 120hz, if you care).  Beyond my need to know the whereabouts of my shit, I needed to plan to be home because it required a signature for delivery.

Last night, Chris got a call from UPS stating that it would be delivered today between 8am and 7pm.  (Way to be specific, UPS.) I guess that can’t assume everyone keeps their tracking site up on their laptops and hits refresh every hour or so.  After that call, I promptly cleared my schedule for today.  We were supposed to go to the Science museum and run a few errands, but now my only task was to wait for the TV.  Simple enough, right?

Well, around 9am, I realized that my hair was really skanky and that I needed a shower.  I figured it was okay.  After all, UPS usually delivers to businesses in the morning.  Just to be on the safe side, I put a note on the door that said, “UPS, Please knock loud,” and I hopped in the shower.  Apparently, UPS Freight doesn’t deliver to just businesses in the morning because as soon as I got my hair suds up, I heard Lucy barking.

You see, I didn’t ask the delivery man to knock loud so I would hear him.  I asked him to knock loud so the dog would hear him.  I knew that she would go absolutely bat shit if there was a man knocking on the front door, and I was right.

I jumped out of the shower, dried off as best as I could, wrapped my soapy hair in a towel, threw on a robe, tossed the dog in the bedroom, and answered the door.   The UPS man wasn’t sure what to make of it.  Cecilia thought it was hilarious.  It took him a moment, but offered to scoot the TV inside the front door and quickly scurried off (very quickly).

Needless to say, Lucy earned her keep today. It was really windy today, and I’m just thankful that we didn’t get a big gust of air while I was standing on the front porch in my robe.  The UPS guy would have gotten more than just a signature. (Eek!)