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***the good***
something has changed in the gerbick house, for the better, in the past month or so. maybe it's that i'm feeling a bit better half of the day. maybe it's b/c we haven't been viral-bacterial sick constantly (dare i say yet?). maybe it's b/c amelia is no longer a baby (we seem to do better with the toddler stage & up than the infant/baby times). maybe it's b/c wes & i both enjoy winter & it's, uh, winter. maybe it's b/c amelia sleeps nearly all night most nights & we are finally sleeping more than 3-4 hour stretches at night. i dunno, but i am sensing a 'settled' atmosphere.
it's as if we feel more comfortable in our skin. we can say 'we're not doing so hot this year financially' (due to circumstances beyond our control) & it doesn't bring us to a panic. when the girls are both going crazy screeching, tumbling on each other, flailing in a rage...we just sorta smile about it now instead of asking ourselves why god is punishing us. *smile*
***the bad***
newest major home "things" failing: #1 the washer (we bought a new dryer w/in the past 6 months & have our eye on the matching washer...but we were hoping ours would last at least another few years). #2 the drawer fronts on the vanity in the girls' bathroom are starting to fall off. as in, unsuspecting person pulls gently open the drawer looking for a hair do-hickey & instead find that the drawer front is being held in their hand by the knob. #3 our carpet. i know i've brought the nastiness of our carpet up a few times, but today it reached a new low. adeline did a poopy dance & after trying to go on the toilet (which is now perpetually clogged b/c addy is now trying to wipe after peeing & instead of using the 3 squares as i taught her, she uses at least half a roll. & for whatever reason we can't catch her in the act sometimes; sneaky pee-er, that girl) so adeline was doing the poopy dance & i finally gave in & handed her a pull up. she pooped in a matter of 2 minutes, nearly a record for her & so i bring her into the carpeted area to clean her up. she lays down on her back & out squishes some watery poo in a mound...i think i even saw it bubbling as it seeped into the carpet. see? new carpet low. #4 cable. wes & i have yet to find a show that makes us glad we have cable. i mean, out of 200 channels you'd think there would be something a tad bit more exciting. how many reality shows can there be?!
***the ugly***
hi. my name is heidi & i'm an addict. my drug of choice: black *stretchy pants*. but here are my excuses: b/c of the bleak economy there are so many sales going on. since we live nearly next to a mall & this mall has an indoor playground that i frequent, i get to see all the sales. you know, sales on stretchy pants, & my most favorite, the black variety. b/c black goes with everything. like any of the 16 crew neck cotton-mix stretchy shirts. in all colors, the shirts. so that's not so much an addiction, am i correct?
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also! yesterday i was shopping with my sister. i decided to try victoria secrets again, after being sworn against them since i worked for their credit card company in college. to be perfectly honest i had purchased a few bras from them after adeline was born. (true confessions are so difficult). so, yesterday i was agonizing my bra choices before going out & wes & i finally decided that after buying a few from jcpenny 6 months ago--i might add from the junior's department, which the sales woman told me to do b/c of my size-- but these bras suck rat toes. so yes, wes & i decided that it was time to buy some new bras, especially after the post-surgery loss of 15 pounds.
so i go to victoria secrets yesterday on a saturday afternoon, during their semi-annual sale. stupid, i know. but i wasn't so much looking at the bras on sale. so i get fitted & she gives me an assortment of their bras to try on. none fit me correctly, unless i wanted to feel like my sternum was being sat on by amelia all day. so i ask the fitting room sales lady to get some others for me & she gives me a blank look & is like 'that's what we have, why don't you tell me how they are not fitting you' so i show her the leaning over problem (you can see everything) & then the way it makes me more flat & then how it gathers any sort of back fat i have into one clump, etc, etc. & she is like 'well, your situation is a difficult one to fit'. i nearly slugged her.
i know i have small jugs (jugs may not even be the correct word to describe my breasts, lol) but so do other women! come on, i can't be the only woman with this size, right? so i just give this sales lady a look & hand her the bras, get my shirt back on, & leave. then i bitch to my sister about it for the rest of our time in the mall & on the way out we walk through van maur, b/c we had parked through that store, & i just took a glance at their stuff & kristi (my sister) nearly shoved me into a dressing room with a kind, older lady names SAZ who listened to my moans about my bra situation, did a size fitting, left, & returned soon with a handful of nude bras (thank you, do bras really have to be so colorful?). 10 minutes & $100 later, i have 2 excellent bras. i don't care how much they cost...you can't see my nipples anymore when i lean forward in a v-neck shirt, so all is right with my world.
something has changed in the gerbick house, for the better, in the past month or so. maybe it's that i'm feeling a bit better half of the day. maybe it's b/c we haven't been viral-bacterial sick constantly (dare i say yet?). maybe it's b/c amelia is no longer a baby (we seem to do better with the toddler stage & up than the infant/baby times). maybe it's b/c wes & i both enjoy winter & it's, uh, winter. maybe it's b/c amelia sleeps nearly all night most nights & we are finally sleeping more than 3-4 hour stretches at night. i dunno, but i am sensing a 'settled' atmosphere.
it's as if we feel more comfortable in our skin. we can say 'we're not doing so hot this year financially' (due to circumstances beyond our control) & it doesn't bring us to a panic. when the girls are both going crazy screeching, tumbling on each other, flailing in a rage...we just sorta smile about it now instead of asking ourselves why god is punishing us. *smile*
***the bad***
newest major home "things" failing: #1 the washer (we bought a new dryer w/in the past 6 months & have our eye on the matching washer...but we were hoping ours would last at least another few years). #2 the drawer fronts on the vanity in the girls' bathroom are starting to fall off. as in, unsuspecting person pulls gently open the drawer looking for a hair do-hickey & instead find that the drawer front is being held in their hand by the knob. #3 our carpet. i know i've brought the nastiness of our carpet up a few times, but today it reached a new low. adeline did a poopy dance & after trying to go on the toilet (which is now perpetually clogged b/c addy is now trying to wipe after peeing & instead of using the 3 squares as i taught her, she uses at least half a roll. & for whatever reason we can't catch her in the act sometimes; sneaky pee-er, that girl) so adeline was doing the poopy dance & i finally gave in & handed her a pull up. she pooped in a matter of 2 minutes, nearly a record for her & so i bring her into the carpeted area to clean her up. she lays down on her back & out squishes some watery poo in a mound...i think i even saw it bubbling as it seeped into the carpet. see? new carpet low. #4 cable. wes & i have yet to find a show that makes us glad we have cable. i mean, out of 200 channels you'd think there would be something a tad bit more exciting. how many reality shows can there be?!
***the ugly***
hi. my name is heidi & i'm an addict. my drug of choice: black *stretchy pants*. but here are my excuses: b/c of the bleak economy there are so many sales going on. since we live nearly next to a mall & this mall has an indoor playground that i frequent, i get to see all the sales. you know, sales on stretchy pants, & my most favorite, the black variety. b/c black goes with everything. like any of the 16 crew neck cotton-mix stretchy shirts. in all colors, the shirts. so that's not so much an addiction, am i correct?
***
also! yesterday i was shopping with my sister. i decided to try victoria secrets again, after being sworn against them since i worked for their credit card company in college. to be perfectly honest i had purchased a few bras from them after adeline was born. (true confessions are so difficult). so, yesterday i was agonizing my bra choices before going out & wes & i finally decided that after buying a few from jcpenny 6 months ago--i might add from the junior's department, which the sales woman told me to do b/c of my size-- but these bras suck rat toes. so yes, wes & i decided that it was time to buy some new bras, especially after the post-surgery loss of 15 pounds.
so i go to victoria secrets yesterday on a saturday afternoon, during their semi-annual sale. stupid, i know. but i wasn't so much looking at the bras on sale. so i get fitted & she gives me an assortment of their bras to try on. none fit me correctly, unless i wanted to feel like my sternum was being sat on by amelia all day. so i ask the fitting room sales lady to get some others for me & she gives me a blank look & is like 'that's what we have, why don't you tell me how they are not fitting you' so i show her the leaning over problem (you can see everything) & then the way it makes me more flat & then how it gathers any sort of back fat i have into one clump, etc, etc. & she is like 'well, your situation is a difficult one to fit'. i nearly slugged her.
i know i have small jugs (jugs may not even be the correct word to describe my breasts, lol) but so do other women! come on, i can't be the only woman with this size, right? so i just give this sales lady a look & hand her the bras, get my shirt back on, & leave. then i bitch to my sister about it for the rest of our time in the mall & on the way out we walk through van maur, b/c we had parked through that store, & i just took a glance at their stuff & kristi (my sister) nearly shoved me into a dressing room with a kind, older lady names SAZ who listened to my moans about my bra situation, did a size fitting, left, & returned soon with a handful of nude bras (thank you, do bras really have to be so colorful?). 10 minutes & $100 later, i have 2 excellent bras. i don't care how much they cost...you can't see my nipples anymore when i lean forward in a v-neck shirt, so all is right with my world.
