I'm a mom and during naptime I do gross things...

Like make a ton of Brussels sprouts, eat them and ENJOY them! Oh they were so stinking good. My husband hates them, like most other people, but I love them!  If you care to know how I prepare them, I peel the outer leaves off, cut off the bottom and then cut them in half. Then I put a bit of olive oil and a crap ton of minced garlic into the pan.  Add the sprouts, some salt and pepper.  I cook them on lowish for about 20 minutes, stirring every so often.  Wait until the sprouts turn bright green and the inside has turned a little bit brown.  They should be much softer with a tiny crunch. MMMM i love them! 

Sink of Sadness

My son has never nursed.  He was put in the NICU for jaundice when he was born 4 weeks early and they got him stuck on bottles.  Since he was 2 weeks old I have been attached to my Medela Breast Pump.  I had gotten to be such an over producer that I have donated many ounces to a sweet baby boy in need.   I also had 2000oz of frozen milk in my freezer, awesome! 

I keep a running total of exactly how much milk is in the freezer. There is enough frozen milk to last Bryson 2.5 months.  That means until he is 12mo old he would have more than enough breast milk! Sweet, I can FINALLY quit pumping!  I started the process about a week and a half ago and I was just about to put my breast pump away for good...
...and then I went downstairs to get a bag of milk out. "oh no..." I backed away from the freezer "no, no no....no no..." and this is where I start sobbing uncontrollably and run upstairs to call my mom. (Hubs was working, so I knew he wouldn't answer and I needed to talk to someone NOW)

Now, B was playing in the exersaucer and didn't make a peep, other than his shreeks of excitement while playing for the next 30 minutes. Thank god for my mom.  She came over, helped clean up the mess and let me cry for a little bit.

This is where the sink of sadness comes in. I had to empty out all of the bags of milk....I just watched all my loving hard work go down the drain, 10oz at a time....this is the aftermath

  I didn't cry anymore until I was in the shower that night.  Then I sobbed again.  I had to let it all out.  How the heck did this happen?! I worked so hard and for so long to make sure my son had breast milk until he was a year old!! 

I decided I could feel bad until the next morning, but then it was just another day.  No more dwelling on it, being sad wasn't going to bring all my milk back.  It also isn't going to feed the babe. 

So, here I go, back at it. I am now re-lactating. For someone who NEVER had an issue with supply before, this blows.  I'm on Fenugreek, drinking tons of water and Mothers Milk tea and pumping every 3 hours. SUCK.  But it's for my baby.  My sweet amazing little boy.  He deserves this if I can give it to him. 

Go ahead, feel bad for me.  I know you want to!

This is the last thing I will say about this.

Casey Anthony,  just because you were proven not guilty does not make you innocent.  I pray that there is justice for Caylee one day.  In the end, you are lucky to have to face the court of public opinion for now but God will make you face what you did.
I agree, there was no murder weapon with your prints on it, no confession, nothing that 100% points to you.  The jury did their job, and I'll respect that though I don't agree with it. I am sure that the public will make you pay.  I doubt your life will be as glamorous as you think it will. Have fun writing your books and making your made-for-tv movies. You'll blow through that money and be right back at your parent's house in no time, that is if they let you come back.
My heart broke when I heard that you wrote in a letter that when you were free you were going to get pregnant and have another baby.  Even if you didn't kill Caylee, you need HELP before you have another child. You and your entire family.

Now, back to life. 

WHAT THE HELL!?

I am shocked. I am sick to my stomach.  Her lies paid off.  She's "not guilty". 



So...who did it?

What about Caylee?

The Verdict is IN! **updated**

Okay, I'm crazy. I get that and I've not denied it.  The verdict is in. It is going to be read in 45 minutes. I feel like I'm going to puke, I'm a little sweaty and my mouth is dry.  Dang, wonder how Casey feels. Actually, I don't care how Casey feels. She killed her baby. Her sweet, beautiful, gift from God.  I hope the jury thinks the same thing.

**update**

It's 1:55.  We have 20 more minutes until we find out what happens to Casey Anthony.  I'm not going to lie, since I updated a few minutes ago, I got the nervous poops.

I can't imagine how George and Cindy Anthony are feeling right now.

Turns out I'm like the 4th of July Grinch. (updated)

My kid is a sound sleeper. The dogs can bark and wrestle, run laps and he sleeps through it. Apparently not everything is so easy to sleep through though.  Fireworks should not be allowed in areas where there is anyone else.

It's like all of a sudden, I hate the beautiful fireballs, fountains and sparks that just last year I loved.

Anyways, if you're shooting off fireworks in the vicinity of my home, be thankful that we just moved in and I refuse to be the neighborhood bitch,  yet.

***Update***

Okay, so B got to sleep, hubs and I got in bed (which seriously after moving and unpacking for two days is like the best feeling in the entire world).  1:20am BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM. nice.  Hey new neighbors who I'm trying not to make hate me at the moment, I know you're hammered, I get that being drunk makes fire like, so much cooler, but could you just light a fountain or smoke bomb or something instead? 

Casey Anthony. pt2

Really Casey?! Why couldn't you testify?? I'm sure that your whack-a-do lawyer told you it probably wasn't a great idea, but seriously what does he know? Oh he knows you're a compulsive liar and killed your sweet, beautiful baby girl? ah, gotcha.  Damn. Well, just so you know I really wanted to hear the lies you had to tell. You're guilty. You killed your baby. Everyone knows it.

So, yesterday I was waiting all day for Casey to take the stand with "wishing and hoping and thinking and praying" (as performed at the beginning of My Best Friend's Wedding) all damn day.  Then I was let down, only to be amazingly entertained by this little gem.

http://youtu.be/CLos0aNQMRc

I have got to say, I haven't laughed at something so hard in a long time. What an idiot! And seriously, who flips people off that way? If you're going to do it, do it with some feeling and anger.  Really put yourself into it!  Matthew Bartlett, Thank you. Thank you for the entertainment, you made my day.  Hope you're not getting violated while you serve your 6 days in prison.