~`_ The Spirit of the Eagle speaks into the soul _'~

I am not asking that for environmental reasons. I am asking because I really need to know. What kind of friend do you consider yourself? What kind of friend do others consider you? Are you paper or plastic? I have had lots of people who would call me one of the stand offs, but only because I have been burned enough to know not to jump in with all my cards showing anymore. I used to be the person to trust first, and ask questions later... not anymore. Life experience has taught me to be better about that. I am an organic friend. I love to be friends with people...but true honest friends who can be counted on, talked to without being talked about, and all that. I have had way too many plastic friends. They mold and shape to what they think you want, but in the end they are all still fake.Their true composition always comes out in time.

So again, I ask, Paper or Plastic?

Can't believe it's been a month since my dear baby was born. I am still in shock. It's so surreal. My husband nor I can still look at this baby and realize that she is actually ours. It seems like pregnancy, delivery, and everything went by soooo fast and now she is a month old!! Time is just flying by us. She is strong... She has a lot of personality, too. Love my cuddlebug!

I got tired of tripping over the ill placed cables in this small apartment. Somehow, someone thought that putting a bundle of cables across the entrance to the kitchen was funny. Then, they made them so short that if you try to move them to the top of  the doorway, you can barely get them up there and end up with an ugly problem as opposed to just tripping on them every day. I can understand the need for cable management, not just there, but with all our devices. There are a lot of electronics going on in here, and most of the wires are hidden. These ones, though are terribly ugly, black and gray cables that refuse to go far enough for us to have a chance to hide them. We would have to splice and do so much just to get them long enough to attempt it. Hopefully, we can move in the near future and won't have that problem anymore

My son is a very helpful big bro. He changed his first diaper yesterday. He watches her sleep in the swing or bassinet while I take a shower. He always makes sure to get me diapers, wipes, whatever I need while sitting with her. He even gets my nipple shield if I forget to get it from the bedroom when she is hungry. He is very doting, forever kissing her and telling her how pretty she is. I make sure to give them quality sibling time *supervised, of course*. He is very tender with her. I love how sweet he is to her. 

If you know anything about us, you would know we love movies, music, and video games. We never seem to have enough space to put them all, especially since we continually acquire more! We would have to come up with some extremely creative space concious cd racks to contain everything we own. We had to talk ourselves out of buying some movies we wanted last time we hit up the big box store because we have NOWHERE to put anything else LOL. Once we get a larger apartment it will be a lot easier, but I have no idea when that will be.

blip!!! OMG I finally see just how much damage was done to my body. I have so many STRETCH MARKS that I didn't even see while pregnant. It's like they grew larger as my stomach has shrunken. they are now making a ((((.))) around my belly button ACK MY BEAUTIFUL STOMACH!!!! I kept myself hydrated and my skin supple the entire pregnancy. After my son, I had 7 itty bitty marks not even 2 inches long and they went away within weeks. These don't look ANYTHING like those ... I also still cant get out of bed without my pelvic bones snapping around like legos. My stomach muscles are completely shot for now. I can't use them for ANYTHING.  The stitches in my very girly area scare me because of where they are and how the area feels while just sitting let alone whatever else. Thank God for the sitz bath thingy. I get random sharp pains all through my abdomen. Recovery from my son 9 years ago wasn't nearly this bad. Either I am just showing my age or this is just what happens with subsequent children... or both. Glad this is our last rodeo. I don't know what I would do if we were planning to have any more. Six weeks, snip snip baby. 4 more weeks to go !

The beauty of music relies on the tempo, the beat, the rythm. You can't have a killer rock song without a killer drummer. All other forms of music have some sort of beat, mostly drummed out by a drummer. Where can you start? You can begin with April Killer Drums Deals, get some lessons, and rock on from there. I have always wanted to be a drummer, myself, because of the passion that drummers can display moreso than any other musical instrument. You can't play drums in a mediocre way...the feeling of the music pulsating over the beat consumes you. My husband is a drummer. His drum of choice is the conga. I love to hear him, to watch him, play the congas. I would love it more if I could get him a set of his own. They are beautiful, versatile, and have a great sound. Under the hands of a master drummer, they become nearly magical.

I had my little Princess on at 2:20pm April 17th after only 20 mins in the hospital. She was 6 lb 3 oz 19 inches long. Beautiful from he moment I beheld her. All natural birth, not even an IV b/c there was no time to give one LOL Her name is Victory (over death) Joy (in the morning). 

Till induction. Yeah. I said it. I haven't said it many other places. I can't have everyone trying to come here and bug me when I am preparing physically, mentally, and emotionally for the birth of my last child. I am trying my dangdest to get this baby to come before the induction date, though, because induction SUCKS BAD. I see my doctor tomorrow regardless. I hope I have made some significant progress since last she checked. I was 1 1/2 cm at 36 weeks. I am now past 38 weeks and wishing for a 3 or 4 so I can get this rolling. I am tired, swollen, and miserable. I don't even want to be seen in public b/c of how embarrassed I am at how swollen I am, especially my feet I hate feeling ugly and feeling like people are staring at me thinking what I am thinking. Pregnancy makes me so self conscious. At least this is the last rodeo and I won't have to do it again EVER.

A long long time ago, I bought my dear *not so* little son one of those little acoustic guitars that kids love. He has only expressed interest in "rocking out" and maybe learning 2 or 3 chords maximum. All of a sudden, now that I have swollen hands and can barely type this blog post, he wants to learn how to play! UGH! I love him to bits and pieces, but I can hardly hold a guitar without my strumming hand swelling up like a mini ham, let alone hold a chord for him to see. Poor baby His timing is just off! Meanwhile, I have been introducing him to great guitarists and getting him to hear what they play as chords and riffs as opposed to *just* enjoying the music. He adores it!