Happy Birthday Drew!

Okay, I've been busy, which explains why this post is late (and short). My love for my little boy Drew, who turned 5 on Wednesday, is plentiful though! A longer post is coming about this milestone, but here is my montage (click through to my website to view) for the past 2 years with my little Drewman!

Happy Birthday little guy, I am so honored to call you my son.
Love, Mommy

Make an on-line slideshow at www.OneTrueMedia.com

PS Plus- dude, you wipe your own butt! That's awesome- way to go!

Not Me Monday: Trashy Mom Edition

  

This week was NOT full of me fufilling my white trash aspirations with these actions:

There is NOT a bag of Cheeze-its in our bathroom.

I did NOT yell at Jacob for play humping our puppy.

I did NOT almost yell "Damn straight!" when someone at PetSmart said Louie was the cutest puppy she had every seen.

Cutest puppy? Um, yeah- Damn Straight!

Also, Louie was NOT the most rambunctious puppy in his Puppy training class.

I am soooo NOT dreading the homework for Louie and my five year old Drew this week. (Seriously, homework for a puppy AND my kindgartener? Someone shoot me.)

I have NOT watched over 4 hours of Scooby Doo this weekend; consequently I do NOT have a weird urge to pepper my conversation with "zoinks!", "dangnabit!" and "groovy".

My children were NOT pantsless all Sunday. Nope, they are always properly dressed. I would NEVER be too lazy to dress them and let them get away with undressing themselves and running around.

I did NOT (gasp) watch the season finale of Jersey Shore and then the reunion show that followed it.

I did NOT watch "The Pregnancy Pact" on Lifetime all drunk, and I did NOT kind of enjoy it. I am not the queen of trashy TV lately.

I did NOT swear like a sailor with Tourette's Syndrome all week due to my frustrations (New puppy! Husband working 80 hours! Tough week at work (for me)! Constantly hungry children- seriously about to eat us out of house and home! Crazy two year old! No time to myself for anything- including working out! Too much Scooby Doo!)

Also, I did NOT write a whole blog post about Dwayne Johnson (i.e., The Rock).

What kind of trashy, embarrassing things did you NOT do this week? Let me know in the comments so I can judge commiserate with you!
*This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

An Open letter to the Rock, Er Dwayne Johnson,

Dear "The Rock"- er- Dwayne,

Over the years I have taken a lot of heat from my friends over having a crush on you. You were the best part of  WWF (it was called that back then, none of this WWE nonsense) which I was forced to watch in the early courtship days with Mr. B (read: wanted to show him how non-girly I was by watching WWF).  You and a bottle of  Popov (at 20 years old, I drank classy shit) were the only way I made it through Smackdown. Then you went on to be in some so-so action movies, a few comedies, and then you were in The Rundown.

You kicked ass in that. I was so moved that I even put you on my freebie list, and got heckled by friends once more. I didn't care though, because you were a badass, and you were hot.

Then you went all Disney on me.

Losing all that weight and calling yourself Dwayne? I mean, I know that is your actual name, but "The Rock" is so much cooler. Your allure is in your bad ass self.

Your latest movie, The Tooth Fairy, is the clincher- you are off of my freebie list. Honestly, after seeing these pictures, do you think you can remain on my freebie list?

Yes, I know that James McAvoy played a Faun in  The Chronicles of Narnia, and he is STILL on my freebie list.

Yes, I know.


But he has something you don't have:

an accent.

Seriously Dwayne, go eat a cheeseburger and star in the next ludicruous action movie. Step away from the Disney.

Sincerely,
Janna

PS You have been replaced...

What can I say? I likes the Vampires.

My Puppy, My Baby?!?

Big News for the Bee family... our new puppy, Louie, is home! As you can imagine, my life has been pretty hectic this week. Having a new puppy is so much like becoming a mother all over again, although with a steeper learning curve. At least for me. What, you don't believe me? Well, I have points to prove it. (Warning: if you are not a dog person, this post might not be for you. Gratuitous Dog musings are abound in this post.)


The ride home. Of course you never forget the ride home after you have your baby pick up your puppy. Louie shook in my arms and buried his head in my lap (obviously not the case with a bringing home a newborn baby, what with all those silly car seat laws, and me wanting to hold my newborn babies, and you know, wanting to keep them safe and all) but I felt just as protective of him as if he was my little newborn baby.

The first OMIGOD what-have-I-done-my-life-will-never-be-the-same-I'm-freaking-out how-will-I-do-this moment.  I had this with Drew when I realized no one would let me sleep because they wanted me to keep trying to breastfeed. I had this moment with Louie when I realized that I had to literally be holding Louie most of the time around the kids.

The first epic poop disaster. Ahhh, the runs.... we all know about how it can end up everywhere. Louie was very nervous the first day, and his bowels let loose everywhere. But how could we be upset, he's just a baby puppy! Who needs unspotted carpet anyway? Now we have character in our house.

The first night time they sleep through the night. Louie did this last night, and what a glorious moment to wake up at 7 and he was still sleeping. I was ridiculously proud of my wittle boy my little puppy! I felt so well rested, as if I could take on the world. I wanted to shout from the rooftops- Hey everyone, I have a puppy, a toddler and a kindergartener and I slept 7 straight hours! I am King of the World! This delirium is true of parents of babies, although it's even more outlandish because they are even more sleep deprived.

The first milestone. This morning Louie ran to the door to be let out to poop. I was so happy and impressed by him... much like the time Drew began to crawl. I feel like I should write the date down in a baby puppy book.

The hours you spend holding a sleepy baby   puppy in your arms  lap because you don't want to disturb them. I pulled this one the first day. Hey, it got me out of dishes that night.  


The ridiculous belief that your baby puppy is the cutest baby puppy on the planet. Obviously no explanation needed here, because he is. He is a wittle wrinkly man who is soooo vewwwy cute! Ahem, I'm done.

The moment your husband breaks down and turns into a pile of goo around your baby puppy. I heard Mr. B utter "Oh, Mr Wrinkly man I could just eat up your wrinkles you are so cute! Yes you are. you little cutie!" This made ME almost turn into a pile of goo, it was so funny and sweet.

And there you have it. Puppies and babies, they tear up your life, there's a million reasons not to have them, but what they give you back is immeasurable.

Welcome home, Louie Bee. We love you, Mr. Lou.

Fresh starts and silly songs

Hoo boy, I am back. Do I feel better? No, I am still freaking out about things beyond my control, mainly little things that I am blowing way out of proportion. I am maintaining.... sorry if I have not been by to visit your blog, or answered your emails, comments... tonight I cleaned my fridge and "marked all as read" in my Google Reader. It's just better for my sanity-Now I can start fresh in 2010. I hope you all had a wonderful Holiday. Mine was good, even with a sick child on Christmas. Here are my resolutions for 2010 (and yes, I believe in them).

1. Worry less
2. Write more
3. Work out 5x a week
4. Spend more time with my children
5. Run a 5k
6. BIGGIE- Sell my House!

I figure I should be able to accomplish all of these... as long as I turn into a Vampire so I can skip sleeping at night!

Now, on the subject of "fresh starts" here is my Playlist for January 2010, and this one is my workout playlist (because I am running a 5k this Spring and must get back in form. A form I haven't had since 2004. Hey it's possible right?)

All These Things That I've Done,  The Killers (WARM UP)
SexyBack,  Justin Timberlake featuring Timbaland
I Like to Move It,  will.i.am
Holiday,  Green Day
You Can Do It,  Ice Cube
Bodyrock,  Moby
Poker Face,  Lady GaGa
Root Down,  Beastie Boys
Danger! High Voltage,  Electric Six
Waydown,  Catherine Wheel
Uprising,  Muse
A-Punk,  Vampire Weekend
Canned Heat,  Jamiroquai
Stronger,  Kanye West
Try a Little Tenderness,  Otis Redding (COOL DOWN)

And there you have it. That's what keeps me going during my workouts. Mix between annoying/interesting/motivational/WTF?/classic.