tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63119866224639704712024-03-15T21:10:51.529-04:00He Took MY Last NameHe took my last name when we got married. I took on the challenge of motherhood and losing the 80 lbs I gained Christie Farrarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17378179175183135475noreply@blogger.comBlogger1103125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311986622463970471.post-1692704595817890602014-11-18T21:42:00.001-05:002014-11-18T21:42:44.482-05:00A Long RoadIt's been an interesting 5 months since I last blogged.<br />
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The main reason that I have stayed away from this blog is because my favorite reader and supporter has passed away. My Grandma lost her battle with leukemia in July and since then, I have been struggling a lot. I know my family has too. I think about her every day, and every day, I cry.<br />
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It's been brutal.<br />
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There are other things bothering me too, of course. I still struggle with ankle problems and I know that very soon, I will have to leave my current job because it requires me to be on my feet too much and it is disrupting my ability to function as a wife and mother.<br />
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I went back to my doctor and had a custom brace made, but it didn't stabilize my ankle, so it doesn't work. It frustrated me to no end.<br />
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I joined the YMCA because they have a pool and I do love to swim... once I get in the water. Brian and Drake go with me too and we try to go 3 times a week. However, over the last month and a half, it seems every time that we take Drake he ends up getting some sort of sickness from the kids at the ChildWatch. First it was a cold, then it was a 24 hour bug, then it was bronchitis.<br />
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My doctor diagnosed me with osteoarthritis. And once again, told me that I would need to have some sort of surgery in the future.<br />
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I don't want another surgery. The first 3 didn't help, and I am sure this wouldn't either.<br />
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I keep telling my job that I can't work so many hours, but I need the money. So it's a constant conflict of personal interest. Do I kill myself over something as petty as money? Or am I that desperate to live a semi-normal life?<br />
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Currently I am looking for other options, but seeing how it may take a few months for that to pan out, I just hope that I can hold on.<br />
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Drake is doing well. He is talking more and that makes me happy. He spends a lot of time with Brian's parents, because they come over to babysit for us when we are both working. They do it for free most weeks too. Sometimes we are able to provide them with gas money, or dinner, and sometimes we aren't. Most of the time we aren't able to.<br />
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I thought working outside of the home would provide more funds for us, but it really isn't paying out. Brian's started looking for other work too. We both know that if I keep on working like this, I really will be crippled and it will be either through another surgery, or just injury. I have no idea what to do and sometimes, I feel really lost.<br />
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Ok, make that most of the time.<br />
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Other than the existential crisis, I really am happy. I finally made some great friends, and I couldn't be happier in my life with Brian and Drake. I just really want a working foot so I can work.Christie Farrarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17378179175183135475noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311986622463970471.post-30291568980156706002014-06-06T23:28:00.005-04:002014-06-06T23:28:58.151-04:00Steroids, Pain Pills, and a Boot, to boot.I love working my new job. It's right up my alley, in terms of what I want to do with my life. I really want to be a librarian but you know that requires going back to school, which requires funding, which I do not have. But HEY- this is a step in the right direction and will keep me happy at least.<br />
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Sadly, my ankle is not really up to snuff for this running around sort of job, at least not yet. I went to see my doctor on Monday and was prescribed steroids, pain pills and modified working conditions in addition to wearing a walking cast/boot. I have a love hate relationship with the Boot.<br />
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I hate that it is bulky, and that I have to wear it. I hate that I am asked 1,000 times a day what has happened and why I am wearing it. I hate being weak. I hate it, because there is literally nothing "wrong" with my ankle. Nothing happened. It's just weak. And that is a shitty feeling. It's weaaaak. My favorite response to "what's wrong with your ankle" lately has been "Nothing, I wrestled a bear." And that usually diverts it to a more humorous situation, in which I can come up with all sorts of crazy details about a non-existent bear fight, and how I managed to escape mostly unharmed.<br />
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I love the boot in that it allows me to walk and to work. End of list.<br />
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Look, my ankle hurts REALLY bad when it hurts. And it always kind of hurts a little bit, especially if I have to do any standing. I went from sitting on my (ever-expanding) ass for 5 years, to working a part time job where I have to be on my feet anywhere from 20-35 hours a week. It is stressful on my ankle, no doubt about it. It's stressful on the rest of my body too.<br />
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I know the boot helps, and I am grateful that I have it. I am not grateful, however, for the stigma that comes along with it. However, seeing that it allows me to work, and to keep my job, well, the Boot and I might be having drinks this week.<br />
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I hate being on steroids as well. I know they are great for reducing inflammation and swelling, and they do work--- but I hate the side effects. I am constantly hungry. I am gaining weight out of nowhere (like 10 lbs in a week.) Look I know I am eating a bit more on steroids, but I track every bite that goes in my mouth and nowhere did I eat an extra 35,000 calories.<br />
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I also was told that I needed to exercise my ankle and really focus on losing weight. I joined Planet Fitness again but haven't been able to go a whole lot, I went once. I really do like the atmosphere, but I have trouble finding time to go. I will just have to do better and make it a priority. Now that it's summer, I am hoping too to get in our apartment complex's pools and maybe do some water aerobics.<br />
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My ankle really bothers me mentally, not just physically. It bothers me that I am weak and unable to do a lot of things that most people take for granted. Not just running or wearing fancy high heels. I mean, like being able to hold down a minimum wage job and work 35+ hours a week. I mean being able to go to the bathroom without help. I mean not having to become personal with the Boot.<br />
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So be grateful, children, that your legs work as the Maker intended and you're able to do all those things. Because some of us are insanely jealous.<br />
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That being said, I am going to go take my steroids and a pain pill, and play some video games until my husband gets home. Then I will hit the gym.Christie Farrarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17378179175183135475noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311986622463970471.post-58847663930140847792014-06-02T22:26:00.005-04:002014-06-02T22:26:51.184-04:00Hello? Is this thing on? *taps mic*Hey there blogheads. If anyone still reads blogs on blogger, that is. Did you all move to the Tumblr?<br />
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It's been ages since my last post, since just after New Year's to be exact. A lot of stuff has happened since then, but let's just narrow it down.<br />
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I work at a bookstore, and I love it. I also have been having severe issues with my ankle again. I went to the same surgeon/foot specialist I saw all through my teen years and I had some x-rays done today. My ankle is extremely arthritic, but other than that, it is all good. Nothing to worry about other than general weakness causing some severe pain. I got a cortisone shot and a prescription for some steroids. I have a couple of bone spurs on the right side of my left ankle, but they are not bone-on-bone, and asymptomatic, although they are moderate in size. All my pain is on the left side of my left ankle.<br />
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My doctor also heavily suggested getting in shape. I know losing the weight will help my ankle in the long run and some strength training will help it in the short term as well. I was given a list of physical therapy exercises to do, and I bought some of those elastic resistance bands at work. Hey, they are 30% off with my discount, so I am totally taking advantage of it. So I was told to do the elliptical on no resistance and 0 incline, and the stationary bike as well as doing some core work.<br />
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I've been doing the physical therapy exercises for a while now, and I do think it is helping, although I do not do it religiously, and I really need to. Same with the exercising.<br />
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I am on a work restriction for the next 6 weeks until my follow up appointment. I was so worried that I was going to have to have surgery or be told that I can't work, and I do not want to lose my job. I love it so much. I have never been happier in a job, my coworkers are awesome, I really love the management as well. They are super accommodating, especially to a newbie gimp like me. I only started there at the end of April so to have their support and seeing how willing they are to work around my disability... yeah. It feels awesome. Super awesome.<br />
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I have lost a little bit of weight since I started working there, but not a whole lot. Just 5 lbs. But hey, 5 lbs in a month is super awesome!<br />
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Part of me was really hoping I would lose 10-20 since I have not been on my feet much but you know what, I think a lot of it is water weight too, I have been swelling up in my feet, so I drink tons of water now.<br />
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We finally have insurance. It's through Obamacare, but I am happy to have it. We got the three of us covered for both health and dental and we only pay $70 a month for it. It is brilliant and I could not be more pleased.<br />
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Brian went to the Appleseed Comic Con 2 weekends ago and he had an artist table. He sold a lot of prints and commissioned sketches over two days and I am so proud of him. He also got an interview with a local university! We made a good bit of money too, which had me extra proud of him. I went into it thinking we were going to be at a loss, because it was our first convention and he is not that well known yet. I thought we were going to be rewarded with some exposure and experience, but I was (delightfully) wrong!<br />
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I think that we are going to do another one this year, probably in November. We will be able to do a little bit of traveling for it, and that makes me happy. Brian said that he had a lot of fun and if that is what he could do for a living, traveling and going to conventions and selling artwork, he would be so happy. So I am going to try and make that a reality for us.<br />
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Brian had gone to the dentist and needs to have a lot of work done on his teeth but thankfully we have dental insurance now and that makes me so happy that we will be able to afford to send him.<br />
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I work part time at the bookstore, but part time is around 30 hours a week, so I am making more money than I was at home and that makes my heart happy. I know I just started working there and I still am in the honeymoon phase of my job, but I have always wanted to be a librarian and this fulfills that dream of mine on some level. If I can manage to become full time at some point, they also pay for schooling, and I would love to go get my bachelors and eventually my masters in library science.<br />
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I have made so many friends with my coworkers too. It's nice having my own set of friends that I do not have to share with Brian. They all think (know) that I am crazy, but I don't think that they really understand the depths of my isolation before, and how utterly lonely it is not to have any real friends of my own.<br />
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These people are also insanely geeky and I love that about them. I find I have something in common with most of them, and that I can really relate. Some of my coworkers even live close by, so that makes it even easier to hang out with them. Have I yet? No. But it's going to happen.<br />
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I went in today to drop off my doctor's note and to talk to the managers, and all of my coworkers came up to me and asked me how my doctor appointment went, and I could see the genuine concern in their faces. I was so worried that I would have to have surgery and lose my job, and I could tell that they could see it and that they didn't want me to lose it either. Six plus weeks is a long time to request off for surgery, especially since I was only hired a month ago. I got a few hugs too, when I told them that I wouldn't be needing it. I told you they were concerned.<br />
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I almost cried then.<br />
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But I didn't.<br />
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I finally saw Frozen. Did not like it, it felt really loose in the plot. We are doing a Frozen party at work, and I totally did not volunteer to help out. I can't stand the movie, so I would not be able to handle all the parents and kids belting out "Let It Go" all day long.<br />
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ah well, I have to get going. I am meeting a friend at the gym. It's my first time going since I renewed my membership last week. I haven't been able to walk since then, so it will be nice to go.<br />
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Closing thought: It's really hard to drive a stick shift with a walking cast on.Christie Farrarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17378179175183135475noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311986622463970471.post-62288132454632197952014-01-03T04:29:00.001-05:002014-01-03T04:29:52.499-05:00HAPPY 2014Thank goodness the holidays are over, friends. Each year I feel they get a little more emotionally draining for me and I wonder if it will get any "better" or if I just have a lot going on.<br />
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Anyway, how is everyone doing now that it is officially 2014? Any progress on your resolutions yet?<br />
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2013 was a strange year for me- emotionally and mentally very little growth happened for me. I did have the opportunity to discover that I no longer need my anti-depressants to function like a normal adult. I am grateful for that, very much. I was in a dark place and it was really scary, but through a lot of patience (on Brian's part) and forgiveness of my short-comings, I was able to realize that most of my issues were not so much depression as lack of growth.<br />
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Moving to a new apartment really helped kick start things for me in that area and since August, I have been off my medicine. I still have days where I am not myself, but those days are fewer and becoming farther apart.<br />
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In late October, I went to my doctor and asked him if he would be willing to prescribe me a new weight loss drug. I had heard and read about a lot of people having success with it with very little effort on their part and I wanted to try it. For the most part, it is an appetite suppressant but it also has the benefit of helping with migraines. I suffer from migraines a lot- around 2-3 of them a month is average for me, and it usually ends up with me curled up in bed sobbing with an ice pack, or slumped in front of the toilet vomiting. Light sensitivity is a huge thing for me when I am experiencing a migraine and trying to raise a toddler while having a migraine... not good.<br />
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I was started on a trial dose and it helped greatly with my migraines and my appetite and while I didn't start seeing any sort of weight loss until I was on the full dose, I can say that after 1 month of being on the full dosage I have lost 12 lbs. It's a fantastic feeling. I feel like I finally have the thing that has clicked for me. I am counting calories and I occasionally exercise, so this in combination is really what is driving it home for me.<br />
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2014 has been a mix of good and bad so far- I realize it's only the 3rd day of the new year, but hey, that's how life goes.<br />
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I bought a bunch of Kindle books with an Amazon gift card I got, and I have been reading so much more. My soul is so happy because of this. Honestly, if I had read half as much as I have this year, last year, I would have been surprised. I am already through 2 books.<br />
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I started drawing again. I just do 30 minutes a day. Doodle and then flesh it out a bit.<br />
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I have been working so much more. I have a renewed interest in making as much money as I can and saving, as I want to be able to travel this year. I already set out a couple of places I want to go, so I've made little savings jars for them and working while I have those vacations in mind makes it easier to focus.<br />
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The bad?<br />
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Drake had to get 2 stitches on New Years Day. Brian had his company Christmas party that day and I had worked all night long and didn't get any sleep. He decided that he and Drake were going to go and it would be no big deal. As soon as they got there, Drake ran smack into a metal-edged table and sliced his eyebrow open. They were at the ER for over 2 hours. I was asleep the whole time and didn't know. Not like it would have helped any, Brian said, since we only have one car and I couldn't have got there anyhow.<br />
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So he's okay, and he leaves them alone, which is nice. I feel bad for him though, his birthday is in 2 days and he had to fall face first into a table and screw up his face. Oh well, he is a boy and that is what boys do. Children are surprisingly hardy little creatures so I am trying not to worry over it.<br />
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I'm also trying not to feel guilty, because I am sure it would have happened regardless if I was there or not.<br />
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It's adorable because the way that the stitches are placed, it makes him look all puppy dog eyes and sad all the time.<br />
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Sunday the little man turns 2 and that should be a lot of fun. We are also having a belated holiday party with our friends that night, so that means I WILL BE PARTYING ALL DAY LONG WOOO...Christie Farrarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17378179175183135475noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311986622463970471.post-64028172632206676462013-12-11T04:18:00.000-05:002013-12-11T04:38:22.696-05:00The One About ThanksgivingHi dearies! I am sure you all had forgotten about me, that's okay, I forgot about this place too. Things have been a little hectic lately and I sort of like it like that, so bear with me.<br />
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I have been working a lot and while there are days I could probably go on a stabbing spree, I am loving the extra money from it. So there's that. Also I feel less like a sack of lard when I am working more. I mean I just work and work and work so I am not doing much else, but at least it's productive.<br />
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Brian is battling bronchitis right now. I used to think that bronchitis was some super serious thing, like pneumonia. It's not, it's a chest cold. It just means that the bronchial tubes are inflamed. It's when it doesn't get better on its own that you need to go to a doctor. So that's good, I guess. Last year, Drake got it and he was pretty bad for a while. We ended up going to the doctor and he had a cough for a solid month. They gave us some stuff for it, but it didn't really help much. Now I am hoping that Brian doesn't pass it on to Drake this year- however- since it is a cold and they are extremely contagious I am not holding out any hope. In fact, the last two nights, Drake has woken up coughing pretty hard. It's starting.<br />
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I keep doping Brian up on cough medicine and vitamin c. Take it!<i> I said take it.</i> It's actually way easier to get Drake to take medicine than it is to get Brian to take it. I have to remind him every 4 hours and basically watch him take it. But I am the same way. I have to set alarms on my phone for my medication and it's medication I have to take every day. I just forget. Note: a side effect of my meds is forgetfulness, and it clearly is a side effect I suffer from.<br />
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Thanksgiving was lovely for us. We spent it in Valparaiso with Brian's family. Drake refused to eat and threw a temper tantrum but that was okay. He and I went into the other room for a Conversation. I don't know if you've had a Conversation with a 2 year old, but it goes like this.<br />
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"Drake Alexander, you listen to me. I don't care if you eat with us or not. You don't have to. However, you are not going to throw a temper tantrum in front of your grandparents. You can go play in the other room with your toys. Is that understood?"<br />
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His response? Limp noodle.<br />
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Fair enough, kid.<br />
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After dinner though, he was fine. I just think he couldn't stand the idea of sitting at a table for over an hour and wondering why everyone was still eating when he wasn't hungry at all.<br />
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Holidays are always really busy for us, I mean they are busy for everyone- but especially for us. In addition to Christmas and New Year's, my parents both have birthdays during the holiday season. My mom's was actually yesterday, and my dad's is on New Year's Day. Brian's dad's birthday is in January too, and so is Drake's. Last year, we had three family Christmases. This year it's looking like we are only doing one or two. Lucky us! :) I'm not complaining. It's just hectic.<br />
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Brian's work is slammed during this time period. I mean, slammed. So we are having a holiday party with our friends AFTER the new year, since no one will be able to get together before then. It's interesting, because I am hosting it and I chose to host it on Drake's birthday. <i>I love punishment.</i><br />
It's okay though. It's going to be a white elephant party so nothing terribly fancy. I already have the menu planned out because I obsess over things like this.<br />
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I got my Christmas present early from Brian. It is a Nintendo 3DS. We were sharing one previously but he didn't like me hogging it all the time haha so I just went ahead and bought my own this week and told him he bought it for me for Christmas. I play a lot of Animal Crossing on it. I am obsessed with the game. It's easy to pick up and put down while Drake is running around and I can tune out while he is watching his cartoons.<br />
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Brian and I had a date night the other week where we saw Catching Fire and I am in love. I was floored by the movie. I thought it was so much better than the first one. I absolutely loved the books and was crushed by how the first movie was portrayed. I think, though, that for me, the books will always have some weird emotional connection that the movies will never be able to capture. I was pretty deep in my PPD when I read the stories and it left me pretty fragile after reading them. I can't go back and read them yet, because of the flood of emotions that are tied with it. I am trying to get Brian to read them though, I really shouldn't. I know he won't feel the same emotional connection I did, and I am only setting myself up for disappointment there. Also WTF- Mockingjay being 2 parts?! I can't handle this. It's like Harry Potter all over again.<br />
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I probably won't update for a while again, simply because I've really lost interest in blogging since I have nothing to say really. Hope that this tides you all over for a few months. Happy holidays.<br />
<br />Christie Farrarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17378179175183135475noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311986622463970471.post-26613268619298190622013-10-04T03:23:00.001-04:002013-10-04T03:23:53.656-04:00Accomplished I don't know if I have mentioned this before, but I am sure I have... I absolutely am going insane staying at home all the time. It sucks ass.<br />
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Like, it's not for me.<br />
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I tried it, for four long, grueling, self-inducing hate filled years I tried it.<br />
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I'm proud to say that that is no longer me.<br />
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I got a job outside of the house!! YAY ME!! Guys, I feel so much pride, and joy, and accomplishment. I am so excited for myself.<br />
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It's strange, because I feel at odds about myself. I mean, I know I should do what I need to do that is best for me and my family, but still somehow I feel like I need to explain myself or validate it for others. It's a new concept I am working on- this not giving of fucks, and just doing what needs to be done, but it is refreshing and raw and a whole new experience.<br />
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After 4 years of being sheltered inside of the house and constantly seeking approval for anything, and being afraid of everything, I think it's safe to say that I will be breaking out of my self-induced shell and be happier, once again. God, I missed being happy.<br />
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I'm happy sobbing right now. You want to know why? Because when I came home yesterday, my son ran up to me and gave me a hug. I've never gotten a hug from him voluntarily. He's always been kind of forced into it. Yesterday he gave me a hug and he waved when I walked in the door. It was fucking awesome.<br />
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And I am so proud of myself- doubly proud, even. Because I had set a limit for my goal. A deadline to get a job by my birthday. I was officially hired October 3. My birthday is October 5. So who's a bad bitch now? Setting goals and accomplishing them and shit? ME.<br />
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This goal setting business is pretty legit, I mean, I would set goals before but not really stick to them and it's hard to do anything long term right now- BUT- now that I had accomplished a goal in a short amount of time (well relatively speaking) I think I can do another.<br />
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I think my next goal will be to sit down and write out three more goals- a short term, mid term, and long term goal and see how that goes.<br />
<br />Christie Farrarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17378179175183135475noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311986622463970471.post-21385160347097975132013-09-25T21:32:00.000-04:002013-09-25T21:32:15.517-04:00Busy weekThis week has been kind of busy.<br />
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Saturday- I went to the mall with the intent to buy a pair of boots for fall/winter. There were several options I had found online and wanted to try out in store... but the shoe store was closed (due to a water leak- yuck!)<br />
Instead, I did something else that I had been meaning to do for literally YEARS and just never got around to it.<br />
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That's right, kiddos. I finally got my eyebrows waxed. Luckily, my eyebrows are naturally shaped decently enough, so I just pull out the odd hair here or there, but I had not had them shaped in years (since before I met Brian- which was 6 years ago). I have plucked and waxed on my own, with varying degrees of failure, so I just buckled down and paid a nice lady with EXCELLENT eyebrows to do mine. It's sort of this thing I have. A pet peeve of an individual. Like if they have awful eyebrows I can't even look them in the face. It's my thing. The automatic "never in your life" sort of thing that I had when I was dating and it's a small sort of fetish I guess. I like nice eyebrows.<br />
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Brian has some unruly eyebrows, FYI. I keep trying to get him to let me at least pluck them to clean them up but he said no. Now I will have to <strike>drug him and take him in to get them waxed</strike>.live with it for the rest of my life<br />
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My eyebrows look fabulous, by the way.<br />
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Also Saturday- The Johnny Appleseed Festival happened and I wanted to go, but Brian didn't, so I went on my own to meet up with some friends. I rarely, if ever, go anywhere by myself so it was quite a challenge and a task and a HUGE reward to go on my own. Yaaay me. I bought caramel corn, a pork sandwich, and a huge caramel apple. Yum yum.<br />
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Sunday- My ankle was jacked up from all the walking I did the day before, but you know what? Friends of ours had invited us to go to the Ohio Renaissance Festival and I had already purchased tickets online and they were EXPENSIVE so<b> fuck</b> you ankle, I am going. I wore an ankle support and proceeded to get slightly smashed at Ye Olde Pubbe and suddenly, I felt fine. I ate a giant turkey leg, watched a joust, got kidnapped by a very nice gentleman, and bought<i> The Dark Mark</i> as a necklace. After the 3 hour car ride home, and picking up my son from his grandparents', my ankle seized up and I couldn't walk. Fuck. Me.<br />
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Monday- I spent wearing a special boot that I keep for such situations. I was surprised my fat calf fit in it, but hey, it kept my ankle supported and stabilized and all was well in the world. We had hair appointments with Brian's cousin and I cut off all my hair. <i>Again</i>. It looks great, but I can't grow it out for shit. I had a qualification test for a job that I want, and I won't know til Friday what the results are so dear god I am freaking out.<br />
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Tuesday- My contacts came in! Hurray! Now I can <i>see in HD</i>!<br />
<br />Wednesday- Nothing happened today.<br />
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Friday I will find out the results of the aforementioned test and I also have another interview for a place I've really wanted to work forfuckingever so that will be awesome, though it's likely temporary/seasonal only I don't care, I'll take it thank you very much.<br />
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I'm freaking out on this jobs thing because I have posted a deadline on myself for <i>some reason</i> ("Successful people set goals with definitive deadlines") and the deadline happens to be my 26th birthday which is<b> NEXT</b> <b>SATURDAY</b> and I am hustling to get things done.<br />
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Hell, maybe I will go balls out and get a manicure too. I haven't had one of those since I got married, in <i>2009</i>. That's right bitches. I only get manicures and face hair ripped out every half-decade, on average.Christie Farrarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17378179175183135475noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311986622463970471.post-51036746184304595892013-09-19T22:16:00.003-04:002013-09-19T22:16:37.286-04:00Still Alive- I promiseSo just to let you know, I haven't keeled over yet.<br />
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I have things I want to talk about but can't.<br />
I have things that I can't seem to write out that I do want to talk about.<br />
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So I am left in a conundrum and I am just going to sit here staring at the screen and wonder what it is I am going to post.<br />
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Probably this.<br />
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There you go.<br />
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My life, in a nutshell. Can't seem to form words or a story so post something silly instead.<br />
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Pork rinds.Christie Farrarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17378179175183135475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311986622463970471.post-71025486880017385572013-09-13T00:51:00.003-04:002013-09-13T00:51:33.396-04:00You Know You're A Mom WhenYou know you're a mom when...<br />
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You find a baby diaper on the floor.<br />
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That's it. The end.<br />
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....why <i>else</i> would you have baby diapers in your house?Christie Farrarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17378179175183135475noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311986622463970471.post-69615254581461038002013-09-09T13:41:00.004-04:002013-09-09T13:45:54.664-04:00My Day After Tomorrow, Today.I swear tiny humans have bipolar disorder. I know bipolar is a real thing, and I know lots of people suffer from it. I also know that children, especially toddlers, haven't got the correct emotional coping mechanisms yet. Hell, some adults don't. Or if they do, it's a bottle of pills or a bottle of Jack.<br />
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I definitely had a bad day with my son the other day, but like every dark cloud there is always a silver lining. And me? I'm a <strike>glutton for punishment</strike> optimist, so I always know that tomorrow is going to be better. And tomorrow was so much better.<br />
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But Today! Was. The. Best. Is the best. It's still today.<br />
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He woke up ass early (for him, anyway,) at 7:30. We proceeded to sit on the sofa together under blankets and cuddle while we ate pop-tarts and drank milk. Well he had milk, I double fisted Dt Dew and water.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Breakfast of champions.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's not too early for a smile</td></tr>
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We watched cartoons for around an hour or so, then he started getting sleepy and cranky, so I asked him if he wanted to go back to bed? And he went over to the baby gate by the stairs waiting for me. I moved the gate, and away he went. He is a master of stairs already. It's kind of bittersweet. He doesn't even need my hand on the way up and most of the time on the way down. He wants to do it himself, but he knows he has to let me be in front or behind him, depending on the direction we are going.<br />
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He went down for a nap without so much as a peep and slept for 3 hours straight. It was bliss. I slept during that time :)<br />
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He woke up and wandered into my room before we went downstairs. As I got dressed, he stole my pillow.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Professional, right there.</td></tr>
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I have gold satin sheets like a pimp.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Caught in the act.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Doesn't look even the least bit guilty.</td></tr>
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He's all cheese, ladies. I have a feeling I will have offers of arranged marriages after these pictures hit the internet.<br />
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Then, as I was putting the pillow back in my room, he took off his diaper because he had pooped in it, and then I told him to throw it away and he did-without getting poop everywhere. Success!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Evidence.</td></tr>
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We went downstairs (I was holding his poopy butt and took him down, that way he didn't leave a poop trail on the stair carpet) and he promptly laid down, legs up in the air. Ready for butt containment unit, Ma'am.<br />
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Color me impressed, son.<br />
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Then he brought me his sippy cup and I filled it with milk. "Say 'cup'!" I tell him. He gives me his biggest, melty-est smile ever and says confidently "BUP!" Yesssss, speak to me, my child. Let Mother absorb your sound waves and convert them into perceived language in the depths of my brain matter.<br />
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He then ate a hotdog. Bet your kids never eat hotdogs! Oh, you mean that's a staple food? Hmm. Well whatever, he ate one and he was happy about it.<br />
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Also- what is up with the Map from Dora the Explorer? Why does he take the most bassackwards way of getting somewhere? And why does he know where all the lost characters are? Is he some kind of serial kidnapper and gets his kicks "finding" them?<br />
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I'm the grumpy old troll.<br />
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So coming up on the blog- a makeup tutorial for the moms or the time-impaired. I promise it will be better than <a href="http://hetookmylastname.blogspot.com/2013/09/halloween-nailed-it.html">the last one</a>- it will have video! Yay! Audio too, if you're lucky. Also, I review some apps that I have downloaded and what I think about them.<br />
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I want to show you the second attempt of my cartoon makeup- tell me what you think.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Second attempt.</td></tr>
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I still need to get new contacts. That's hopefully on the agenda this month. See you next time, squidies.Christie Farrarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17378179175183135475noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311986622463970471.post-43046202505694213492013-09-08T03:02:00.000-04:002013-09-08T03:02:03.519-04:00Who Are You?Saturday, my little boy was demon possessed or something. From the moment he woke up (ass crack of dawn) to the moment he begrudgingly fell asleep for the night, he did absolutely nothing but throw temper tantrums.<div>
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1. He woke up as soon as Brian left for work this morning- which was 5:45 am. It's like he had a little Daddy Radar and that fucker went off when Brian left- and I couldn't find the off switch. Drake screamed and screamed for a good 3 hours until he passed out from sheer exhaustion- for an hour. Plenty of time, it seems, to recharge his lung batteries. What, you didn't know that toddler lungs ran on batteries? Those fuckers use Energizer. Even the Bunny looks at a screaming toddler and goes "Just let it goooo"</div>
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2. He points to the peanut butter and does his "I have to have this in my face right this moment or I will spontaneously combust" dance. This is where he tugs his hair, grabs his lower eyelids and pulls them down, and tugs his ears and stomps his feet really quick and with obvious demand, until you shove some food in his face. Anyhoo, it takes me approximately 23.5 seconds to make a sandwich- I hand it to him and he THROWS IT ON THE GROUND, then runs from the kitchen, collapsing on the floor, kicking his legs. This happens EVERY HOUR.</div>
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3 That sandwich? Yeah the dog ate it. Because it's on the floor and it's peanut butter for gods sake, and he's a vacuum cleaner. God forbid the dog eat food that the toddler leaves around or even tries to feed him, at least on this day. It was like Max had taken a giant shit all over the sandwich with how Drake reacted to it. CALM DOWN SON. I will make you another one. If you eat it.</div>
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4. Cartoons. Boy, was it a bad day to be an animated character on the TV. He flipped his lid anytime anyone sang, laughed, or repeated anything. There went Dora, Spongebob, the Bubble Guppies... hell all of Nick Jr. </div>
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5. I turned off the tv. Again, it might as well have been committing a cardinal sin. </div>
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6. I gave him milk in a sippy cup instead of his bottle- which had been nighttime/naptime only for over a month now. We regressed HARD today.</div>
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7. He didn't want me to hold him.</div>
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8. He didn't want me to put him down.</div>
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9. He took off all of his diapers. One he let his shitballs roll out onto the floor. Great.</div>
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11. They left to go to the mall and the indoor playground.</div>
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Seriously, he screamed every single moment he was awake. It was a hellish day. He went to bed finally around 7:30 pm so hopefully he sleeps until his normal wake up time of around 9.</div>
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I needed so much alcohol. I could have drank an entire liquor store after this day. Luckily for my liver, I settled on a 2 liter of Diet Mountain Dew. And yes, I drank the whole thing. Most of it straight out of the bottle. Judge all you want. This bear don't care.</div>
Christie Farrarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17378179175183135475noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311986622463970471.post-36913866696494804732013-09-04T11:05:00.002-04:002013-09-09T13:45:09.820-04:00Halloween- Nailed it!Hey! Halloween is coming up soonish, so I thought I would post something I am working on. Wanna see? Of course you do!<br />
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Nothing smexier than lips, and cartoon beauties seem to have the best, most glossy lips in all of creation, so I thought I would give this a go. <a href="http://beautifyandcreatify.blogspot.com/2013/06/cartoon-lips.html?m=0">Tutorial (If you can call it that) is located here.</a><br />
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I have all the necessary products, so I thought I would give it a test run.<br />
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<br />Christie Farrarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17378179175183135475noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311986622463970471.post-69340254118067587752013-08-27T01:04:00.003-04:002013-08-27T01:07:51.282-04:00RomanceI've never been a typical woman/girl when it comes to romance. I don't necessarily buy into all the things that are considered to be "romantic". Here's a list of things that you should- or more accurately, should <i>not</i>- do to impress me. Since I am married now, most of these don't apply any more, just some casual observations I made while I was dating. Although a lot of them do still apply, rejection takes the form of "Not tonight" instead of "I'm tossing you outside naked and letting my dog shit all over your clothes."<br />
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<li>Buy me flowers. Ugh. As if I need more dead crap in my house. I'm going to leave that intentionally vague.</li>
<li>Sing to me. Whether its a song you wrote yourself or you are doing kareoke, I don't care, okay? (See what I did there?) It just makes me uncomfortable having to pretend I like your singing.</li>
<li>Play an instrument. See Point 2. I don't like being put on the spot to tell you how wonderful you are at <insert instrument here>. I'm not interested in stroking your ego. Oooor anything else for that matter.</li>
<li>Write me poetry. UGH. I don't even like reading poems by famous poets so please, let's just move on.</li>
<li>Tell me how "hotttttt" or "sexxxxxxy" I am. You will get ignored at best, laughed at and brutally made fun of at worst. Don't risk it.</li>
<li>Ask me if I want to watch a chick flick, TV, or any sort of movie for a "date night". The answer will always be no. (I'm notoriously stubborn and/or picky about what I watch. It has to be my idea and on my terms. Usually I go without.) If we HAVE to watch a movie, make it a geeky comic movie. </li>
<li>Buy me drinks. I don't really do bars anyway, so you won't likely find me there. </li>
<li>Ask me to cuddle. Whether its in bed or on the sofa or whatever, just... don't. I like my personal space without you in it.</li>
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<li>Buy me Diet Mountain Dew when I am out. </li>
<li>Buy me a Reese's (or twelve) if you really want to get lucky.</li>
<li>Let me cook for you. Stroke MY ego.</li>
<li>Buy me food. Preferably cheese fries.</li>
<li>Let me be first player instead of second player.</li>
<li>Let me take a nap. You don't even have to cuddle. In fact, I'd prefer it if you didn't.</li>
<li>Use cheesy pick up lines on me. They make me laugh and that is a better way to get me to sleep with you</li>
<li>Buy me new kitchen gadgets</li>
<li>Make bad jokes. The worse the better.</li>
<li>Hold me while I sob over fictional characters</li>
<li>Tell me what a great mom/wife I am.</li>
<li>Buy me video games/video game related merchandise. </li>
<li>Buy me books.</li>
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So yep, there you have it. When I see that my friends are all like "ohhh my boyfriend/husband/fiance is so sweet he got me flowers!!!?@?!@@34234@#$@%#WERWERETWE^$%Y^$Y!!!!"</div>
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"you're the best husband ever!" *Smooch*</div>
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And that is how romance is done in the Farrar Household.</div>
Christie Farrarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17378179175183135475noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311986622463970471.post-42110260408643451532013-08-23T11:15:00.002-04:002013-08-23T11:19:06.838-04:00Humor is my coping mechanism.<i>Special hello to all the beer bitches who made their way over here and gave such sweet comments on my guest post yesterday at I Like Beer & Babies. You guys are sweet to pretend that I am funny. Or something.</i><br />
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I think it feels like home now. After all, the dog has shit on the floor, the cat had his first ever hairball, and Drake has been an absolute terror on the carpet- taking off his diaper, throwing his food on the floor. You know, usual toddler things.<br />
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Things have settled in. I guess is a nice way of putting it.<br />
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We have had an interesting morning. I ran out of diapers AND wipes. That has not happened, ever. I have usually run out of one or the other, but not both at the same time. I managed to scrounge up a couple of swim diapers so those will work until Brian gets home. And as for wipes? Damp paper towels. Ha that will work, I guess.<br />
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And because my mind is strange and works in weird ways, as I was stressing about diapers, I thought of a Yo Mamma joke.<br />
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Yo mamma's like Geico- so easy, even a caveman can do her!<br />
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Christie Farrarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17378179175183135475noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311986622463970471.post-65081754944006691712013-08-19T10:41:00.000-04:002013-08-19T10:41:01.519-04:00It's Not a Sham(poo).I like to browse Pinterest for hours on end every single day. Because I am cool like that, and honestly, I want to stab myself in the eyes if I have to watch Dora the Explorer, so Pinterest is a good outlet. Me and my phone? Inseparable.<br />
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I stumbled across this strange pin called the "no-poo" method. What in the world is that? I thought as I clicked the pin. Basically, instead of using shampoo, you use a diluted mixture of baking soda to wash your hair. Then, if you're feeling very ambitious, you can use a dilution of vinegar for a conditioner.<br />
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I've pretty much destroyed my hair over the years. I love to bleach it, dye it, and fry it with curling irons and straighteners. I like to change my hair color frequently. I like to dump absurd amounts of products into it. Then I wonder why it is that I have such thin, damaged hair. Surprise!<br />
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Recently I had bought some shampoo & conditioner that got rave reviews for repairing and growing hair. And it was working great. Then I decided, eh, I'll try this no shampoo thing. See how it works.<br />
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I mixed up 2 Tbl of baking soda with 2 cups of water and put it in a spray bottle and soaked my scalp and roots of my hair. I left it in for a few minutes. After a while, your scalp really starts to feel slippery, which is an odd sensation. Then I rinsed it out REALLY well. Like, a few times.<br />
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The first time I just did the baking soda wash. Then I finished with my Mane n Tail conditioner. My hair was so soft and had so much volume!<br />
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My hair got really greasy after 2 days, which is not surprising. Lots of natural hair oil will make your hair oily. Go figure. Last night I washed it again with the baking soda mix, and I decided to try the vinegar rinse.<br />
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Uhm.<br />
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I look like Einstein.<br />
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...Or maybe the love child of Einstein and a lion.<br />
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This is all natural baby. Don't you think I look so sexy in my old lady nightie and my makeup and my crazy cat lady hair.<br />
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Will I continue this no (sham)poo silliness? Well ....mmm.... no. Not every time that I wash my hair. I will probably do it once a week or once every other week, because my hair does feel nicer, but it is just insane and I have a hard time getting it to cooperate and look "pretty". It just looks like "I secretly want to lock you in my dungeon and sacrifice you to my dark gods". The dark gods being the ones of great hair.Christie Farrarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17378179175183135475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311986622463970471.post-91689712222683065472013-08-17T14:00:00.001-04:002013-08-17T14:00:54.848-04:00Settling In<div>
Everyone is all settled in. It's nice how quickly it all came together.</div>
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I've started a new project or two. I've written out some crochet patterns so I will see how they work up. I've got a few ideas for my etsy store and starting to promote it, so this weekend is being spent working up some items to sell. So far, so good. I got a great deal on yarn at JoAnn's and I used a coupon for even bigger savings. Yay me!!</div>
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I finally broke down and went shopping. When we moved, I ditched all the clothes that I didn't like or that didn't fit and that left me with a very limited selection of clothes. Not a big deal, but still. I felt like my options were very limited. I had plenty of pajamas though! Nothing I can wear out of the house without ending up on People of Walmart, but you know. I guess I could in an emergency. I bought a new strapless top and a pair of leggings. Things I can pair with other things, you know?</div>
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I have been feeling rather sadly about my weight and how fat I am. This move has been stressful in the sense that I have been consuming everything in sight to cope with the stress. Then, on top of that, I am on shark week (hoo ha ha) now, so that makes it even <i>worse.</i></div>
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My only saving grace this past two weeks is anything I cook has at least one veggie in it, if not two or more. We eat a lot of chicken and rice mixed with green peppers, broccoli, and corn. Sometimes I toss some diced tomato in, or shred up some carrots. So that's something, at least!</div>
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I attempted my hand at sewing! I had to convert a regular bra into a strapless bra (for my new top!) and I think I did alright. Looks ugly, but gets the job done. That's all that matters, yeah?</div>
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So everyone is doing alright, just thought I'd pop in and say hello. I'm going to try and get some projects done this weekend so I can unveil my new line of things to work on! Yay!</div>
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Christie Farrarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17378179175183135475noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311986622463970471.post-31889627041531880252013-08-11T17:59:00.001-04:002013-08-11T17:59:09.758-04:00Relocation.If you have been wondering where I have been lately and what I have been up to, have no fear, for I will tell you. Brian and I decided that our apartment was too expensive and too stressful for us to continue to live in so we did something sort of crazy: we broke lease and got another apartment. A townhouse.<br />
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It's seriously the most stressful and biggest relief simultaneously that I have ever experienced.<br />
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Y'see kiddies, our new townhouse is bigger, more beautiful, and cheaper. By <i>a lot</i>. And when I say a lot, I mean roughly $100/month cheaper.<br />
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So it was a good move, although a little hectic and crazy. We moved in 3 days. We are on the side of town that we spend the most time in, so it will save us gas. We are literally a stone's throw away from the grocery store and the mall. (They are across the street) The apartment complex has 2 swimming pools (one is heated with a jacuzzi as well); 2 playgrounds, a pet area, and the trails run right through the apartment complex so we can ride our bikes as well. We have our own private entrance on the ground floor (as opposed to a shared entrance and being on the third floor)<br />
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Drake and I will have somewhere we can go during the day! We can take the stroller and walk to the playgrounds or walk along the trails. We won't be stuck at home all day waiting for Brian to get off work.<br />
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Although Brian & I are happy about the move, the animals and Drake have been having some trouble adjusting. Loki was in a bitey mood as we were packing. Anytime I would go near him he would bite me. I can't really blame him- last time he went through a move, his owners gave him to us. Max was panicking and cowering, freaking out in general. Can't blame him either- his first owners gave him up for adoption at the animal shelter during a move. Drake has never experienced a move and does not like his new room just yet. He refused to sleep, staying up 5 hours past his usual bed time until he just passed out from sheer exhaustion, then woke up screaming like he was being murdered at 7 am. He finally passed out around 4 pm and is still sleeping right now.<br />
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There is still a lot of unpacking to do, so I guess I will get on that!Christie Farrarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17378179175183135475noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311986622463970471.post-88685186990992675382013-07-24T23:56:00.000-04:002013-07-24T23:56:21.744-04:00Surprise, Surprise!Meetings seem to work! I went for my first weigh in at meetings today, and I lost 1.6 lbs! Woohoo! I also got a "Bravo!" sticker for having my first loss since who knows when. It feels good to be moving in the right direction again!<br />
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The cool thing about being a Monthly Subscriber? The fact that it updates my eTools automatically with my weigh in! Yay! That is a pleasant surprise.<br />
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Also as I was leaving, a member came up to me and said that she was so glad I started coming to meetings because I, and I quote, "add a lot of life to them" which made my day. I told her thank you so much for saying that, because I needed to hear something positive today. My friends who know me in real life know that I easily add life to any gathering because I am LOUD. My first meeting, I sat in the back and basically shouted my opinions. Hahaha.<br />
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Other WWers: where do you put your stickers? I couldn't think of anywhere to put mine, except in my weight record. Is that a good place? Should I get a special sticker booklet? Or put it on my motivation wall? Hmmm<br />
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I also went to the gym tonight- shock. I made a promise and a goal this week to go to the gym 3 times. All three times I would do strength training, and 2 of the 3 times I would do cardio. I just did strength training tonight and a bit of tanning and it was good. I enjoyed it. I was pleasantly sweaty. I think I enjoy lifting weights because I can see improvements quicker. I can either do more reps or lift more weight and it is stimulating.<br />
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I don't mind cardio; it's easy to just hop on the elliptical, crank up the resistance and my music and zone out. Sometimes I think up funny little stories and type them in my phone; other times I think about Benedict Cumberbatch. Trust me, not all my heavy breathing is due to being out of breath! That man's voice is sex covered in chocolate and marshmallows.<br />
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Once I am at the gym, I find that I thoroughly enjoy it. It's weird because I am super lazy. But get me out the door and I will work hard at the gym. It's just going that is the trouble.<br />
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Anyway, I had a really rough weekend and start to my week. First, Loki got into something and spent the entire weekend kitty-barfing and kitty-pooping all over the apartment. He wouldn't eat or drink water on Saturday and on Sunday he just laid next to the water bowl and didn't move all day. His episodes were so uhm ... persistent? ... that we had to give him a bath and wash off his butt. Yeaaaah that was fun. Then he went into his litterbox with still wet fur, and got litter stuck to his fur. So I am going to have to cut it out. The little buttmunch is better now, though.<br />
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Drake has decided naps are for chumps and sleeping is for pussies, because he has given up sleep. It's terrible. He only sleeps an hour or two at a time at night, and only about 30-45 minutes during the day. I have no clue what is going on. A growth spurt? Teething? Maybe he's just an asshole? I don't know, but it has been a LONG LONG few days. Last night he was up every other hour. And I spent a good portion of the night and early morning on the living room floor while he watched Pocoyo until my eyes & ears bled.It was grueling.<br />
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Yep. That was my week. How was yours?Christie Farrarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17378179175183135475noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311986622463970471.post-6429753809337215472013-07-19T02:13:00.001-04:002013-07-19T02:13:20.272-04:00A Picture May Say 1,000 Words<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is the only picture that came out of the trip my husband and I took to go to Chicago. There I am, on the left, Brian, and his brother Justin and his girlfriend Sabina. </div>
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I am absolutely miserable in this picture. I feel fat, bloated, gross, disgusting, ugly, embarrassed, ashamed, guilty. Just to name a few. </div>
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Upon some self-reflection, I did a brave thing and signed up for Weight Watchers meetings as well as the online. So I have both of them now, for $43/month. I think it was worth it. The meeting was packed, full of different types of people, both women and men, young and elderly, bigger and smaller. It was great!<br />
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I have my official weigh in from Wednesday: 244.2 lbs. Here's to new beginnings.</div>
Christie Farrarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17378179175183135475noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311986622463970471.post-1056076831282769012013-06-18T23:33:00.000-04:002013-06-18T23:33:36.865-04:00Christie, Lately.Ah, let me just sweep the cobwebs off the ceiling before I let you in...<br />
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I know it's been a little while since I blogged. I tend to be sporadic at best these days. I think it's because life has just been so overwhelmingly busy that I tend to push the blog to the side. Really I do think about blogging more but it always gets put into the "Later" pile.<br />
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Dirty Fingers McGee and I have been busy doing all sorts of fun mama-baby goodies lately. We play in the dirt, we go to the park, we finger paint... I fall asleep on the couch while he watches Thomas & Friends.<br />
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I'm doing okay on WW; I lost motivation again but I decided that I must just need more support and encouragement so I started posting on the WW boards. This is unusual for me, as I tend to be a lurker when it comes to message boards. There are just too many stupid people and I weep for humanity when I read them, but a lot of the boards at WW are all about encouragement, celebrating success, and picking each other back up.<br />
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I definitely need that last one.<br />
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I haven't gained any weight (phew!) but I haven't lost any in a few weeks either.<br />
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I went to the gym for the first time in about 2 weeks last night. I spent an hour there, running on the elliptical and lifting weights. I am very sore today.<br />
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Last week was really hectic. Drake developed a lung infection. I guess it's been going around, or so the dr said. Luckily we got an antibiotic and some cough syrup so things are better. His coughs are violent sounding now, but I can tell the bacterial infection is clearing up. He is producing mucus now, which is good. I hope it goes away soon though. It breaks my heart to watch him cough so hard.<br />
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Brian's on shutdown starting the end of this week. They are having a 3 week shut down at the factory and that is going to be nice. He won't go back to work until July 15. During that time we are having a birthday party for him (his birthday is on the 25th, but the party will be the 22nd) and we are going to Chicago on the 29th. We are also going to the zoo to meet up with one of my best friends from high school the first weekend of July. THEN we are also going to fit a visit to Brian's grandparents in some time as well as a garage sale at my parents' house. Lots to do!<br />
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We also took a trip to the zoo a week or two ago. Drake didn't care much for the animals. He liked the aquarium and this play fountain.<br />
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I've been much better about taking pictures of myself and my family lately, those two pics are just an example of the beauty my camera has caught.<br />
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I planted a garden. Tomatoes, green bell peppers, and strawberries. The tomatoes and the peppers are sprouting. We will see what happens with the strawberries.<br />
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So, yeah. Life lately. Pretty good.Christie Farrarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17378179175183135475noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311986622463970471.post-32666567299778047062013-06-05T02:54:00.001-04:002013-06-05T10:23:02.596-04:00Tan!For the first time in years- at least as long as I have been out of highschool- I am tan!! I am notorious for being a hermit, even moreso now than I used to be, so being tan is a great achievement for me. Mind you, it's not a sun-tan or even a tanning bed-tan, but it is a tan! I got some sunless tanning products and have been using them with some form of success.<br />
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I've also forced myself to get dressed every day and to do my makeup at least three times a week. It is such a chore to do any of that when you work at home. When you are home all the time, it doesn't really matter to anyone else if you are in your pajamas all day. It's a good idea though, for your mental health, to force yourself to get dressed. I like to wear dresses if I am going to get dressed. I feel pretty and pulled together, but also it's like wearing a fancy nightgown so I can still feel lazy (shh! don't tell anyone!)<br />
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I went to the gym Monday night for the first time in about 2 weeks. It has been so hard to force myself to go lately. I had been going with my friends a lot, but they had all gotten busy with life and I have been using that as an excuse where I should not go, too. I focused more on lifting than running, and I find that I enjoyed myself a lot more. I am pretty sure I am going to go before Brian gets up for work, get in a quick workout.<br />
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I swear that someone has replaced my son with a clone from Bizarro World. Drake has been so mean and cranky and just refuses to do anything that he is told. There are constant temper tantrums (some of them mine, I will admit). Brian swears he is teething or going through a growth spurt. I swear he is a brat and just hit his "terrible twos" early. Maybe he is not getting enough stimulation during the day. I mean we are all cooped up all day long. I am going to see if I can't <strike>coerce</strike> <i>convince</i> Brian to carpool one day a week so Drake and I can have the car & go to the park or something. We also have a stroller, we should be taking walks as well. We have such a nice trail system that runs right by the apartment complex. Eight miles of trail.<br />
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There is also the complex pool, but having my child around a pool makes me SUPER nervous, even though there are lifeguards on duty at all times. Yes, guards. As in two. He's not going anywhere near that pool until I buy a little life vest for him though. And some pool floaties. And some water diapers. And trunks.<br />
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I am so not ready for summer.Christie Farrarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17378179175183135475noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311986622463970471.post-13646508317680947292013-05-23T01:20:00.000-04:002013-05-23T01:20:46.753-04:00Random Word VomitThis week several interesting things have happened, both good and not so good.<br />
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-Drake now throws away all of his own diapers, even the poopy ones.<br />
-Sometimes, he also throws away other things. Like video games, controllers, and dog toys.<br />
-He loves it when you read to him.<br />
-He also demands you read a book even if he is no longer interested in sitting still- YOU HAVE TO FINISH THE BOOK. Or he has a meltdown<br />
-I don't tolerate meltdowns very well.<br />
-Meltdowns are frequent in my house lately, and not all of them are Drake's.<br />
-Nap time has been reduced to one 1-hr nap.<br />
-Bed time has been pushed back from 7pm to 8:-30-9 pm.<br />
-On the bright side, wake up time is usually around 9 or 10 am :)<br />
-Drake destroyed his favorite book this afternoon.<br />
-I am pleased. I hate that book. (FYI: It was <i>Is Your Mama a Llama?</i>)<br />
-I finally started taking pictures of interesting and/or funny things that have happened to me lately.<br />
-The bad news is they are all iPad photos.<br />
-My iPad got corrupted and I had to restore to factory defaults, thereby losing EVERYTHING on my iPad.<br />
-I never backed it up on the computer because I didn't have time for that.<br />
-Guess what I do now? NOT BACK IT UP.<br />
-I lost 2.3 lbs last week.<br />
-Just 3.3 lbs until I hit my 10% lost goal!<br />
-I only went to the gym once last week.<br />
-I haven't been to the gym this week either.<br />
-Brian told me tonight he wants to start going to the gym with me once or twice a week and he even has a baby sitter arranged so we can go.<br />
-I am both mystified and inspired by this.<br />
-I have been hanging out with friends around a fire for a few hours after Brian and Drake go to bed. Yay for being independent!<br />
-Woodchuck cider is now my new favorite alcoholic beverage as it is only 2 points+. And it tastes like... cider. Go figure.<br />
-I bought some supplies to start up my Etsy business for realsies this time.<br />
-I have no idea where I put any of it.<br />
-I have been using my self-tanner daily. I'm kidding. More like 2-3 times a week. I am still streaky- but only where my arm fat meets my boob fat.<br />
-I made my own body scrub and it was fantastic. My legs have never been smoother after shaving.<br />
-Loki (the cat) got out of the apartment and hung out at a neighbor's all day.<br />
-I had no idea he was missing.<br />
-The fluffy monster is so miserable in this heat, the poor bastard.<br />
-I'm shaving him tomorrow.<br />
-Yes. There WILL be pictures.<br />
-My hair is growing out super fast.<br />
-I owe it to coconut oil and biotin. Seriously. I take two biotin capsules a day, and once a week I deep condition my hair with coconut oil, leaving it in for 20 minutes while I derp around on the internet, then I shampoo it out (sometimes twice, if I put too much oil in) and it is super SOFT. It also stripped my hair of the dark brown I had put on it, and now it is my natural light brown/dark blonde color.<br />
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Now, time to gargle and rinse.<br />
<br />Christie Farrarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17378179175183135475noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311986622463970471.post-14166107903867204412013-05-10T02:45:00.002-04:002013-05-10T02:45:34.734-04:00A Poem.<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>It's raining, it's pouring</i></div>
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<i>My old man is snoring.</i></div>
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<i>Fuck this shit, </i></div>
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<i>I'm not getting wet.</i></div>
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<i>I'll go to the gym in the morning.</i></div>
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Despite my butchered attempts at children's poetry, I actually went to the gym today. And like my poem, it was raining pretty hard. I didn't notice of course, until I was already outside. Hmmm. No jacket or anything. So I just got in the car and went to the gym. Fuck it. It's only water. It's not like I was wearing make-up, had a cute outfit on, or even had clean hair. So it wasn't going to hurt me any.</div>
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I love going to the gym late at night (or is it obscenely early?) because no bothers are given. Not that anyone cares what you look like at the gym anyway, but it's extra nice when there are so few people you can count them on your hand, <i>including the staff.</i> </div>
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Today I did the 30 minute express workout. I feel like I have to talk myself into going to the gym even though I actually enjoy myself once I get there. But I was feeling lazy and it's shark week, so negotiations had to be made. "<span style="color: #6fa8dc;">Just go for 30 minutes</span>," my skinny future self is saying. But my PMS self is like "<span style="color: #c27ba0;">No, you're stupid, and I just want to stay home and eat tacos.</span>" "<span style="color: #6fa8dc;">Thirty minutes and you can leave</span>." <span style="color: #c27ba0;">"Pffft fat chance</span>." "<span style="color: #6fa8dc;">You already took the fat chance, take the skinny chance</span>." "<span style="color: #c27ba0;">Meh</span>" <span style="color: #6fa8dc;">"DO OR DO NOT THERE IS NO TRY.</span>" <span style="color: #c27ba0;">"Jesus, ok, Yoda, I'll go for 30 minutes. But I don't want to be on the elliptical the whole time</span>." "<span style="color: #6fa8dc;">Do the 30 minute express room.</span>" "<span style="color: #c27ba0;">Hmmm</span>" "<span style="color: #6fa8dc;">You can tan after</span>." "<span style="color: #c27ba0;">...Okay, deal.</span>" </div>
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I get there and it's pretty much deserted. There are maybe 4 people there, 2 women and 2 men. The women are fat and they are on the cardio machines. The men are short and they are lifting weights in the corner. Stereotypes, man, stereotypes. So I go in the back room where they have the express circuit and it's all to myself. I go around and set up all the machines and then just have at it. Lifting, doing cardio in between, rinse and repeat. And after the 30 minutes were up, I considered tanning. I was far too sweaty for that nonsense. I didn't want to get undressed then get dressed again in sweaty clothes. I don't take any spare clothes with me to the gym. I just like to go, workout, leave. I wasn't ready to go home yet though, so I hopped on the treadmill and did another 20 minutes of walking at a 3.0 pace on a 7.0 incline. It felt great. It was strenuous enough to keep my heart rate around 145 but it wasn't too taxing on my ankle, so I kept at it. It was nice to change up the cardio game as well. </div>
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My squat challenge... has been SOOO neglected. I can't decide if I should just play catch up with the squats, or if I should not worry about the days I've missed and just start on today's, or what. I think I will play catch up and just get them out of the way. It won't be such a pain once I get it done and get back on schedule. </div>
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I need to quit being on the computer. I have to get back to my crocheting. I am doing something really awesome with it and it needs to be done TOMORROW so I can't really dilly-dally. </div>
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Lata, homies!</div>
Christie Farrarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17378179175183135475noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311986622463970471.post-30009190750571984002013-05-06T09:48:00.001-04:002013-05-06T09:48:16.359-04:00Weekend Recharge and Small... Medium... Rant. Slept a lot this weekend. I guess Brian realised that without me getting sleep the house falls into a black hole of chaos and disorganization and mess and a thousand other adjectives to describe it.<br />
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I get overwhelmed easily, especially when it comes to cleaning, so while I slept, Brian cleaned the house for me. He got everything done but 2 loads of dishes. Wow!! I woke up to a completely different house. I loved it! What a great man I am married to. He did make me promise to "at least <i>try</i>" to stay on top of it this week. He didn't do it all to be a wonderful husband though- he wanted to have friends over Sunday, so he knew he had to accomplish something to "convince me" (whatever works, I guess)<br />
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In other news, I realized that I am a sack of worthless crap when it comes to being a housewife. I can't stand not working, so I picked up my full schedule again. Good thing too, it's been super busy lately and that just means more money for me!! After a really easy month in April, it feels great to be swamped and busy again.<br />
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I still haven't been to the gym since Wednesday night but that is okay, I have still been doing my squats and weight lifting at home. I am eager to hit the gym today though and get in my HIIT. That's high intensity interval training for those of you who don't know what that means. Basically, its short intervals of high intensity exercise (ie run like the zombies are chasing you) followed by medium intervals of recovery (ie, strolling through the library) and you repeat those for about half an hour to 45 minutes.<br />
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So I've been doing 30 seconds of zombie running followed by 60 seconds of oh my god I am going to die I need to walk to recover let's pretend I found the world's biggest library and wander around in it for ever-- OH GOD ZOMBIES!!! RUUUUUN<br />
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<i>it's entertaining, at least.</i><br />
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In 15 minutes I manage to burn nearly 300 calories, so you can imagine my excitement when I can push it to twenty. I usually cap out around twenty or twenty five minutes, then do a cool down for 10 minutes (hey, it's rough, ok? I max out my heart rate EVERY TIME) then I hide in a corner until I stop hyperventilating.<br />
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Friends, I lost 2.2 lbs this week, bringing my total since I restarted WW up to 3.4 lbs, and I am down 23.4 lbs from my highest weight! I have lost a toddler in weight, folks, and it feels GREEEEAT. (yes, said in the Tony the Tiger voice. You're welcome)<br />
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I have 1.5 lbs until I hit my 10% goal at WW! 5 lbs until I hit my personal mini-goal! So things are moving right along in the positive direction! I just need to keep doing what I am doing- tracking everything that passes my lips and working out like a beast. Ideally I would like to be under 200 pounds by Drake's 2nd birthday, but realistically I will settle for 215- that would be all of my baby weight GONE in two years, averaging out to about .5 lb a week. SAFE. That gives me 35 weeks to lose 20 lbs, so I think that is plenty of time. I may even surprise myself and hit my 200 mark.<br />
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We have had a rough couple of nights around here, Drake has NOT been sleeping more than an hour or two at a time, and it is driving both of us bat shit crazy. Mostly me though, because Brian had to work today so I got him every time he woke up. Which sucked, because I was working too.<br />
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**Caution, the following is a rant. Those who do not want to read it may go to <a href="http://fluffy-kittens.tumblr.com/">this page here</a> and look at fluffy kittens. Those who want to see what ticked me off should keep reading.***<br />
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Also, tiny little side rant. This woman who was checking out our groceries really pissed me off. She was talking to the woman in front of us, us, and the woman behind us, the entire time about her child with disabilities. This is not what upsets me, I understand caring for kids is hard enough, and 12395798567293874 more intense when they have disabilities or special needs.What upset me was the woman in front of us was DONE PAYING and the cashier would just NOT let her go. Then, when we get up there she comments on Drake, not unusual, he gets lots of attention. But the first thing she says is "WHAT IS WRONG WITH HIS EYE?!?!" in this huge loud annoying voice so everyone looks around. So I say "Nothing is wrong with his eye." "THEN WHY DOES IT LOOK ALL FUNNY?!" Obviously she was not graced with a huge vocabulary....I'm getting ruffled and about to blow my lid. Drake has been crying the entire time we have been shopping, I hadn't eaten in awhile so I was<b> hangry</b>, and Brian takes over and explains that there is not anything medically wrong with his eye, but he does have a coloboma in it. Then he explains what that means blah blah blah.... and the bitch goes "Oh." and looks VISIBLY DISAPPOINTED that there is nothing <b>wrong with his vision.</b> Then she goes on to say "Shouldn't he be wearing glasses at all times then?" So I said "what part of<i> there is nothing wrong with his eye</i> don't you understand?" and I left. Hahahaha took all the groceries and Drake, and just left Brian to pay.<br />
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Yeah, that's right. If you complain about my son's eye after we have explained that there is nothing wrong with it, I will snap at you and get snarky. And you deserve it. Also I know that part of it is because Drake was being cranky and I was frazzled and hungry myself, so I had ZERO tolerance, but I don't play nice with people who keep insisting they know what is "the correct" way to "treat" his eye. Look, PAL, we have an EYE DOCTOR for that VERY REASON. And if the EYE PROFESSIONAL says there is nothing wrong with it, I do not want your cashier expertise on the matter. Unless I am writing you a check.<br />
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Rant over.<br />
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I have some exciting things coming up this week, like a baby shower for my best friend, a birthday party for Brian's friend, Mother's Day (!!) and next week is our 4th Anniversary!! So I can't wait to show you what I have been doing to prepare for all of that stuff.<br />
<br />Christie Farrarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17378179175183135475noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311986622463970471.post-20735806364780445482013-05-04T05:07:00.002-04:002013-05-04T05:07:50.072-04:00Squat Challenge UpdateAnyone else doing the 30 Day Squat challenge from Pinterest? As I mentioned previously, I started it on May 1st, so I just completed Day 3. Technically it is May 4th, but I haven't been to sleep yet so shut your pie holes, I did my squats at 4 am it doesn't matter as long as they get done, okay?!?! Ok.<br />
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In three days, I have done a total of 165 squats! Half of those were standard squats and the other half have been wide-stance squats to work out the inner thighs more.<br />
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UGH I hate that I decided to do that because my thighs buuuuurn. It sure does hurt to do anything, including laying down. Although, to be honest, it's not all from this squat challenge. I was at the gym on Wednesday night/early Thursday and I did the hip abduction and adduction machines... you know, the ones that make you feel like you are at the gynecologist? You spread your legs then push them back together. Anyway, the machines are weighted so I thought I would <a href="http://www.prevention.com/weight-loss/weight-loss-tips/steal-these-weight-loss-tips-men/3-he-lifts-heavy-weights">work out like a man</a>, and use weights that were at the very limit of what I was able to lift. Obviously I tried a little too hard. My legs and hips are so swollen, my underwear doesn't fit! And I know it's not that I have gained weight, as I am actually down this week!<br />
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I also must admit that I did not stretch afterward, and I attribute some of my pain to that. I am working on stretching now, since I made the mistake of not doing it and can hardly walk, let alone take a pee without being in excruciating pain. Seriously- recovering from the c-section was easier!<br />
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My little Dragon boy woke up in the middle of typing up this post. He cracks me up, he is changing soooo much. I took him out of his crib and the first thing he does is wander into the kitchen and reach for the peanut butter. haha! Guess the little monkey was hungry. So he had a half-peanut butter sandwich and I gave him some juice. We read a story and practised giving smooches. He loves to give kisses now and he does it all shy like, where he leans in all uncertain. Hahaha! It makes me laugh so much. Then I told him that it was time to go back to bed, so he grabbed his bottle and walked right back into his room. I blew Brian's mind with that trick earlier tonight.<br />
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Ah it's probably time to get to bed since it's 5am and I have a busy day ahead. Have a good weekend, lovelies!Christie Farrarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17378179175183135475noreply@blogger.com3